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The Other Evans Girl [Part Sixty Two] OLD VERSION

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder’s Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black/Original Female Character, Sirius Black/Daisy Evans, James Potter/Lily Evans

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black,

Word Count: 6845

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many. But it’s often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sister’s as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, The Other Evans Girl, Sirius Black Fic, Sirius Black/You, Sirius Black x OFC, OFC, Marauders Fic, Eventual Sirius Black, Sirius Black x Reader Fic, Sirius Black Fic, James Potter is a bit of a dick but we LOVE it, Hogsmeade, Friends, Hate, Love, Angst, Fluff, Kissing, Implied Sex, Potters, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Friends to Loves, Slow Burn, Eventual Sirius and Daisy, Teenage Angst, Insecurities, Fighting, Arguing, Bullying, War, First Wizarding War, Marauders, Marauder’s Era, 1970’s, 1970s Fashion, Canon Character Deaths, Loss of Virginity, Crying, Voldemort, The Other Evans Girl, Marauders Era to war, Multiple Parts, GORE, injuries, harm, fighting, blood, The Potter’s Mansion // Daisy’s Dress // NYE Lily’s Dress // NYE Daisy’s Dress // Lily’s Ring // Daisy’s Ring

Notes: this will be the last chapter until the new year as im busy with other fics/christmas etc etc so i thought i’d make it a long one for yas

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‘And you must come straight back, you understand that?’ ‘Yes Professor,’ Daisy and Sirius said in unison. ‘And you know exactly where you are going?’ she said. ‘Yes Professor,’ they repeated. ‘Right,’ Professor McGonagall said her beady eyes watching them both. She was sitting behind her desk but stood as she finished speaking. Then she gestured to the large fireplace in her office and walked towards it, her students close behind. She gestured for them to step inside which they did, Sirius taking a handful of floo powder as he went. ‘Just one more thing,’ McGonagall said, ‘please don’t do anything silly. Daisy, I’m trusting you.’ ‘Of course Professor,’ Daisy said sheepishly feeling Sirius roll his eyes beside her. McGonagall nodded throwing them a tight smile before Sirius dropped the powder to the floor and said, ‘the Leaky Cauldron.’

Seconds later they were spinning through countless fireplaces, catching glimpses of all the wizarding lives going on throughout the country, until finally they became stationary and the dimly lit main room of the Leaky Cauldron came into focus. As Daisy stepped out there were a few glimpses from people sitting throughout the pub but they were more or less ignored. Sirius stepped out quickly after her, slotting his hand into hers, as they headed for the entrance of Diagon Alley.

It wasn’t too busy in the Alley today. Whenever Daisy had been it had been the summer holidays meaning that most of the street was jam-packed with students who had flocked to it in their downtime as a way to flee their homes and get some much-needed relief from their families.

‘Do you know where we’re going?’ Daisy asked turning to Sirius who was looking at the piece of parchment McGonagall had given him with the solicitor's address on it. ‘Yeah I think so,’ he said as they headed down to the end of the street. Daisy felt a flip-flop in her stomach as Sirius lead her down Knockturn Alley. She’d heard about this place but she’d never been there before. Knockturn Alley wasn’t forbidden as such but the calibre of wizard that frequented the shops down here was definitely not the type she was used to. They were the type Sirius had known. The ones he talked about with disgust. And as she thought about that worry overcame her. If his uncle was associated with a solicitor down here maybe he wasn’t as far from the Black family as Sirius thought.

‘Up here,’ Sirius said as they got to an old rickety metal stairway. Tacked onto the bars of the bannister was a sign that said ‘J.M Thicknesse and Associates first floor’. Sirius started walking up the old staircase and Daisy followed until finally, they were at a door. Sirius pressed the buzzer and waited, looking at Daisy with a small smile. She smiled back and slipped her hand back into his, her thumb caressing the back of his hand gently. Then the door opened and a thin-faced middle-aged man was facing them.

‘Mr Black?’ he said. ‘That’s me,’ Sirius said. ‘And you are?’ he said eyeing Daisy suspiciously. ‘My girlfriend,’ Sirius said with a tight smile. The man looked between the pair of them for a moment and then nodded, opening the door fully so they could walk through. He shut it as they entered a long thing hall which was decorated with ancient wallpaper and old oil paintings of various witches and wizards. He led them down it without a word, turning into a room at the end o and gesturing for them to take a seat. There were two rickety chairs in front of the desk that he went to sit behind shuffling through the countless files and papers which were cluttering it. As he rifled through everything Daisy looked around. It was a small room made even smaller by the fact that bookshelves and filing cabinets crammed two walls of it. The man however didn’t seem to notice the chaos of it all as he produced a file and opened it.

‘So you’re Sirius?’ he said looking at Sirius who nodded, leaning forward in his chair, ‘and you’re aware of why you’re here.’ ‘I’ve been named in my uncles will,’ Sirius said. ‘Yes, yes, awfully sad business all that,’ Thicknesse said. Sirius’ eyes narrowed at the statement, ‘he wasn’t much older than me but alas we never know when our numbers up.’ ‘Right, yeah,’ Sirius said. ‘Still, it doesn't do well to dwell on things when there's business to attend to,’ he said shuffling his papers, ‘now I don’t suppose you’ve been to many will readings before.’ ‘No,’ Sirius said. ‘Well, I’m going to read through your uncle’s last will and testament and then we’ll chat about what’ll happen afterwards, okay?’ he said receiving a nod from Sirius, ‘well then. Let’s get to it.’

He popped his glasses on and thumbed through the papers in front of him before clearing his throat. Daisy and Sirius shared a look but turned back to him as he started to speak, ‘I, Marius Perseus Black, resident of the city of London, being of sound mind, not acting under duress or undue influence, and fully understanding the nature and extent of all my property and of this disposition thereof, do hereby make, publish, and declare this document to be my Last Will and Testament.’

He paused for a moment, looking at Sirius and Daisy who were watching him their brows furrowed, and said, ‘with me so far?’ ‘I think so,’ Daisy said. ‘Yeah,’ Sirius said. ‘Well, let me make it a little simpler,’ he said, ‘first to be dealt with is expenses and taxes. Your uncle already saw to his own funeral and burial and that was already prepaid so there’s nothing to worry about on that front. I bequeath my property both real and personal wherever situated as follows. Sole beneficiary; Sirius Orion Black, my nephew, currently of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Property to be bequeathed; my motorbike, my flat and all its contents as well as the contents of my Gringotts vault in its entirety. I do declare that Sirius is free to do as he likes with these assets once he comes of age. Until then I require my assets to remain under the supervision of J.M. Thicknesse and associates.’ ‘Wait, he’s left everything to me?’ Sirius said dumbfounded. ‘That’s about the top and bottom of it,’ Thicknesse said, ‘obviously things will have to remain under my care until you come of age but that will give us time for everything to go through probate.’ ‘Right,’ Sirius said stunned. ‘I know it’s a lot to take in,’ Thicknesse said. ‘Yeah just a bit,’ Daisy said. ‘Why me?’ Sirius said, ‘I mean there’s like ten people he could’ve left everything to.’ ‘Lineage isn’t everything Mr Black,’ Thicknesse said placing the papers down on the desk. Sirius continued to look confused. Thicknesse interlaced his hands in front of him and leaned in, ‘I know this is a lot to take in and it may not make a lot of sense right now. But I’ve known your uncle for some time now. And whilst you may not have been close I can assure you that he saw the best of the Blacks in you.’ ‘You mean I’m the only one that’s not an outright idiot?’ Sirius said earning a small smile from Daisy and Thicknesse. ‘That’s not for me to comment on,’ Thicknesse said, ‘but there's a reason he chose you. A reason he bestowed you with these assets.’

As Thicknesse leaned back Daisy slipped her hand into his and squeezed it earning a smile from Sirius. Thicknesse relaxed in his chair and took off his glasses before he said, ‘so shall we talk about your new assets?’

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‘And the bathroom is just through here,’ Thicknesse said gesturing through the french doors that led from the living room to the bedroom, ‘now the bike will take a little longer for me to arrange. It’s currently in a storage facility and it’ll take a few days to transfer it to your name, but seeing as you cannot ride it yet, I don’t suppose there’s much harm in it.’

‘No, I guess not,’ Sirius said as he ran his fingers across the dusty table that stood behind the couch. They were at his uncle’s flat. It was a small thing, one large room seemingly separated into three pieces. The main chunk of it was the living room which held a couch and tables as well as an old desk and some rickety old bookshelves. Attached to that, in a somewhat open design was a tiny kitchen that barely seemed to be able to fit two people in at once. And separated by double doors was a bedroom which held a large four-poster bed and an ornate wardrobe.

Daisy meandered through the room taking in every inch of it until she was by Sirius’ side. After meeting with Thicknesse, they’d gone back to Hogwarts and explained to McGonagall the long and short of it. And to their surprise, she had agreed to the terms that Thicknesse was suggesting, that she and Sirius be allowed to go and see the apartment themselves and sort through any items they may or may not want. Anything they decided against keeping would be sold on with the money going back to Sirius though Daisy was sure a tidy percentage would make its way into the solicitors' pockets. So, a couple of weeks later they’d travelled to Thicknesse’s office once more and he had used his floo network to take them to the apartment.

‘So, I don’t think there’s much else to tell you,’ Thicknesse said slipping his hands in his pockets, ‘you’ve got the day to sort through everything. I suppose you’ll want to keep the basics cutlery, furniture etc it’s just the personals that you’ll have to go through so it won’t take too long.’ ‘And what do we do with the other stuff?’ Daisy asked. ‘Bundle it into those boxes and I’ll come back in the morning to collect,’ he said, ‘I’ll keep your house mistress up to date with any progress as it's all very boring.’ ‘I’m sure Minnie will love that,’ Sirius smirked. ‘Yes well,’ Thicknesse said clearing his throat, ‘I’ll leave you two to it. Just floo yourself back when you’re done. I’ve made sure the network is hooked up to Hogwarts so there shouldn’t be any issues.’ ‘Right, thanks,’ Sirius said walking him towards the fireplace. Thicknesse stopped just short of it and paused, reaching into his pocket and producing a set of keys, ‘you’ll be needing these.’ ‘Thanks,’ Sirius said taking it from him. ‘I’ll be in touch,’ he replied and then he stepped into the fireplace and dropped a handful of powder into it and disappeared into green flames. Daisy watched as the flames burned and slowed down revealing the now empty space he had habituated. Sirius turned and smiled at her, ‘let’s see what we’re working with shall we?’

They worked for a good few hours in that small apartment. Thicknesse had been right. Most of the stuff they needed to keep but the personals needed going through. Whilst Daisy busied herself with the bedroom Sirius stuck to the living room. She figured it would be easier for her to go through clothing and toiletries than things that might actually hold some sentimental value. She worked hard and by the time the room was complete, it looked quite bare. She’d stripped almost all the clothing out, most of it was wizards' wear which she doubted she’d be able to give to any of the boys, and there wasn’t much else in way of trinkets and knick-knacks. She did however snag a couple of nice blankets and pillows that she thought about taking back to school for the clubhouse.

Once she was done she headed out into the living room with the boxes she had packed to find Sirius. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of a coffee table which was jam-packed with stuff he’d decided to keep. A half-full box sat beside him and he was holding a book in his hands. Daisy slid down beside him and put her head on his shoulder, peering down at the book he was leafing through. It was a photo album, mostly portraits of old stoic witches and wizards but as he went on it became more recent more relaxed photographs.

‘Who are they?’ Daisy said pointing at a picture. There was a blonde-haired witch standing by a man with hair just as bright and straight as her own. She recognised one of them from somewhere. ‘My cousin Narcissa,’ he said ‘Do they go to school with us? I feel like I know them,’ she said. ‘You’ll know him,’ Sirius said thumbing over the picture of the blonde man, ‘can’t help but get his ugly mug in the paper. A right-hand man to the minister it seems.’ ‘I take it he’s not quite the upstanding citizen he appears to be?’ Daisy said leaning up off him. ‘I can’t fault him,’ Sirius shrugged, ‘but that’s because I haven’t spent any time with him on principle. In fact, this is from their engagement party which I refused to go to.’ ‘How do you know its from then?’ Daisy asked curiously. ‘Because my mother couldn’t help but show me all the perfect cousins I have. Just had to boast about how wonderful it was that Cissy and Bella had found such extraordinary wizards.’ ‘Bella?’ ‘My other cousin,’ Sirius said curling his lip in disgust. He flipped through a couple of pages and showed a picture of them. It was a large group, all kids. Narcissa was there, hair pin-straight, standing looking at the camera with a pouted smile.

‘A maniac who’s more in love with what’s his face than my mother despite the fact she’s just got hitched,’ he said pointing to the witch standing beside Narcissa who was looking at her from the page with bedraggled black locks and an eerie self-satisfied smirk. ‘Who’s the other girl?’ she asked. ‘Andromeda,’ Sirius said with a soft smile, ‘about the only one worth anything.’ ‘She’s not…’ Daisy started realising mid-sentence that she didn’t know how to phrase what she wanted to ask. ‘What stark raving loony?’ Sirius chuckled, ‘no. She got out. Well, not so much left as forced out.’ ‘Why?’ Daisy asked. ‘She married a muggleborn,’ Sirius said looking at her with sad eyes. Daisy felt a small pit form in her stomach, ‘oh.’ ‘Did she want to leave?’ Daisy asked quietly. ‘As much as I did? I don’t think so. I don’t think she hated them but she wasn’t all gung ho on blood status and what have you. She was actually alright to hang out with…about the only one of them I could stand,’ he said quietly. ‘Do you miss her?’ Daisy asked. ‘A bit,’ he shrugged, ‘never really thought about her much. She’s got a sprog and her and Ted are happy. Guess I’d rather her be happy than inside the nuthouse with me.’ ‘Well you’re out now,’ Daisy said. Sirius nodded. Her gaze fell on Andromeda for a moment. She looked like a mix of her sisters. Except there was no smile on her face. Like Sirius, she wore a neutral expression. One that couldn’t be determined as feeling either way about being on parade in front of the camera. But as Daisy peered deeper she could see the look in their eyes. The pair of them. Trapped. Both in the picture and in the family. Luckily, one was forever the other not. Her eyes moved off Andromeda until she noticed her hand was on the shoulder of a boy. He had familiar grey eyes and wavy brown hair but he was too young to be Sirius.

‘Is that Regulus?’ she asked. Sirius nodded. He was by far the youngest in the picture. He was beaming a smile, his two front teeth missing, as he stood front and centre as if oblivious to the others behind him. Out of all of them, he seemed to be the only one showing his true feelings. Sadness struck Daisy. Not only that the four of them could be no more than thirteen in this picture but all of them seemed aware of the facade they were meant to be showing. Stoic and proper. But sad as she thought about pictures she had of her and her sisters. Her relationship with her sisters wasn’t perfect, she’d never claim that, but there wasn’t a photo of them together where they weren’t smiling. Another wave of sadness hit her as she looked at Regulus once more. That cheeky grin and the smiley young boy were something she had never seen before. Since he had come to Hogwarts he had always been a moody teenager. Reserved and cold. The opposite of his brother or perhaps Hogwarts was the only place Sirius didn’t have to wear that mask. She ached for them all.

‘You okay Dais?’ Sirius said after a moment. He had been watching her quietly, watching as the sadness danced across her features. ‘Yeah,’ she said. ‘You sure?’ he said raising an eyebrow. Daisy rolled her eyes. ‘It’s silly,’ she said. ‘Try me,’ Sirius said closing the book and placing it on the coffee table. ‘I just….don’t you miss them?’ she said. ‘What my cousins?’ he snorted, ‘hardly.’ ‘No that’s not what I mean,’ she said pulling away from him and moving to kneel beside him. Sirius leaned against the couch, turning to look at her.

‘They’re your family Sirius,’ she said, ‘I mean surely somewhere you’ve gotta miss them. I mean…even on her worst day. Even when she’s driven me up the wall or I’ve made her face turn purple from winding Vermin up I would never give up Tuney. And looking at that book it's like you don't even care.’ ‘What you’re getting mad at me because I don’t love some muggle-born-hating scum?!’ he scoffed turning his head away from her. ‘No I just,’ she said biting her lip and placing her hand on his bicep, ‘that’s not what I meant…I just don't want you pretending you don't care because of what they're like. It’s okay you know…if you do…even a little bit.’ ‘Dais,’ he said turning to look at her, ‘I don’t miss them. Cissy and Bella are horrible people. And Andromeda? Like I said I’m happy she’s happy in her own world. Just because we’re family doesn’t mean I’d want to tear her away from that.’ ‘And Regulus?’ she said nervously. ‘If it was going to be anyone I’d miss him,’ Sirius said truthfully. His eyes closed for a moment before he peered back at her and continued, ‘he’s my little brother and sure I love him. But you gotta understand my life wasn’t like yours. Me and Regulus weren’t like you and Lily. Hell, we even make you and Tuney look like best friends.’ ‘Now that takes some doing,’ she giggled making Sirius smirk as he carried on, ‘the only feeling I have for him is that I failed. I tried so hard to steer him out of that narrative but it was no use…’ ‘You tried your best,’ she said. ‘Yeah but I could’ve done more. The truth is I gave up on him…because I’d found my own family. When you talk about missing them? It doesn’t resonate. I don’t miss them like you’d miss Lily or Petunia. But if it were James? Rem? Pete? I’d miss them like that…they’re my brothers, Dais.’

Daisy nodded. Sirius dropped his gaze for a moment, fiddling with his fingers before he placed a hand on her knee and looked up at her with a sheepish smile, ‘and you Dais. You’re my family.’ ‘You’re mine too,’ she said leaning in so their heads were touching. ‘I mean it y’know,’ he whispered, closing his eyes. ‘I know,’ she said quietly. Sirius shook his head and pulled back, Daisy watched him carefully. ‘I’m not just saying it…’ he said with a little sigh, ‘I know we love each other and everything…and I know we’ve got the boys and Lil and whatever. I know that we’re part of a family. But for me…you’re it. You’re my family. Wherever you go whatever you want I’m right there behind you…you’re my home.’ ‘Sirius,’ Daisy said in barely more than a whisper as tears glinted off her lower lid. Her heart was swelling with happiness. She loved Sirius. With all of her heart and she knew he loved her too but this felt like something else. Something more. She felt something burning deep within her forcing an idea to the surface. ‘You don’t have to say it back,’ he chuckled shakily, ‘I won’t break if you don’t profess your undying love for me.’

Daisy didn’t let him finish. Instead, she fell towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him in for a heartfelt tender kiss. Sirius kissed her back, pulling her onto his lap for a moment as they made out before the pair of them pulled back breathlessly.

‘I guess that’s your answer,’ he said with a small chuckle as they parted. ‘Yeah,’ she chuckled, moving a strand of hair out of his eyes, ‘and I feel the same too.’ ‘Good to know,’ he said, his fingers idly dancing against her hips as he watched her. ‘And that being said there’s something I want and I hope you want it too,’ she said. ‘Anything,’ Sirius said. ‘Good,’ Daisy said, ‘because I’m ready.’ ‘Ready?’ Sirius asked watching as she stared at him pointedly, ‘oh ready.’ ‘Yeah, that’s okay, right? I mean I know I said I wanted to wait and stuff but what you said made me realise. I want everything with you. The whole of our lives. What am I waiting for?’ she said. ‘If you’re sure,’ Sirius said. Daisy nodded. ‘Yeah,’ she said kissing him quickly. And again. And again, ‘in fact, I do believe we have a whole flat to ourselves right now.’ ‘What now?’ Sirius said. ‘Like I said why wait?’ she giggled as she peppered kisses along his jaw before pulling back a little, ‘unless your uncle like died in that bed then definitely not.’ ‘I think we’re good,’ Sirius chuckled capturing her lips once more.

This kiss was slower than the last but just as loving. Sirius’ hands held onto her hips, his thumbs tracing gently against her skin. Daisy’s hands knotted in his hair enjoying herself as they made out for god knows how long. She could feel that spark from before inside her bubbling away gently. She couldn’t believe how scared she’d been of this. Eventually, she pulled away. Sirius watched her his eyes the darkest grey ever seen.

‘You alright?’ he asked. Daisy nodded and pulled back, hoisting herself up until she was standing and offering a hand for him which he took quickly following her movements. She didn’t say anything, instead, she led him through the living room to the bedroom. Once they were standing beside the bed she moved back into him, her hands around her neck as she kissed him. Then she pulled back. Sirius watched in awe as she pulled her shirt off over her head, marvelling at every inch of her. Daisy dropped her gaze, a little embarrassed before she unbuttoned her jeans and kicked them aside pushing herself back onto the bed. Sirius was following her movements in a shot. He flung his t-shirt off and dropped his trousers faster than he ever had before climbing onto the bed until he was hovering over her.

‘Sirius?’ she said quietly. ‘Yeah?’ ‘Kiss me,’ she said. It wasn’t a question. It was an order. And it was one Sirius couldn't ignore. It was hard to ignore the switch that had been flicked on between the living room and the bed. Everything seemed to be much faster now. Not with speed but with want. Sirius’ lips coveted every inch of her neck and chest. Daisy could feel herself becoming slicker by the second. Especially as she could now feel him, hard against her thigh. As Sirius unclasped her bra and pulled it off replacing where the fabric had covered with his mouth Daisy reached her hand down and palm him through the thin fabric of his boxers.

‘Dais,’ he groaned as she did making a tingle run through her. ‘Is that okay?’ she asked as he pulled up to look at her. ‘Very,’ he said capturing her lips as she carried on. The more responsive he was the braver she got until she was pushing his boxer shorts down. Sirius moved back so he could remove them and Daisy moved to do the same with hers. He was back in a flash, kissing her neck, as her hand clasped around him. She teased her thumb across his head, smirking as his breath hitched, allowing the stickiness to coat her hand before she moved it. His hand was cupping her breast gently, his thumb running across her hardened nipple every so often causing that heat in between her legs to get all the stronger.

She moved her hand slowly, building up a steady rhythm as they kissed. Sirius was enjoying the way her dainty hand wrapped around him but as nice as it felt he was acutely aware they were on uneven footing. He wanted to even the playing field so against every urge he was having he pulled back. Daisy looked at him confused.

‘Did I do something wrong?’ she asked. Sirius shook his head. ‘No but I wanna do something,’ he said pulling back and kissing down her body until he was between her thighs. ‘Pads,’ she moaned as he teased a finger through her folds. ‘You alright?’ he said chuckling as she nodded. He kissed along her thighs until finally, he licked hesitantly. He was nervous. For all his bravado and talk he’d never actually gotten this far with a girl. He’d had it done to him and he knew what he was doing with his hands but he’d never gone to this. He’d never had the interest, why bother if the girl was up for getting him off?

But as he tenderly lapped at her, watching as she squirmed underneath his touch he realised he’d been missing out. It was like nothing he’d ever tasted before but he couldn’t get enough. Daisy was breathing heavier, making little moans every time his tongue hit a new sensitive spot, making him hard as a rock. He rocked his hips against the bed, his cock leaking onto the bed sheets as she writhed underneath him. As his confidence grew he introduced a finger, knowing that at the moment she’d never be able to take him. He worked in rhythm, his tongue spelling words out on her clit as he pumped two fingers gently in and out of her tight pussy. She was coming undone, her hands knotting in his hair as she moved in rhythm with him. Then he changed tact, sucking on her sensitive bud for just a second.

‘Pads, do that again,’ Daisy whimpered. She had never felt this good before. She’d enjoyed everything they’d done up to now and she’d touched herself in the past but this. This was otherworldly. As Sirius obliged with her instruction and combined it with his fingers curving up against her she felt a wave crash over her. Her legs trembled around him, toes curling into the mattress as white-hot pleasure ran through her core and out to her extremities as if finding a way out of her body. She was panting heavily now, whimpering as she became tender against his touch, so much so she had to tap him on the shoulder making him pull back. He moved back towards her until they were laying on their sides facing one another

‘Did that feel good?’ he said with a small smile. Daisy nodded still unable to string a sentence together, ‘am I gonna get words or?’ ‘Shut up,’ she giggled pulling him in to kiss her. Her hand slipped between them both, coming back to where she had left off, except now he didn’t want that. He wanted her. ‘Dais,’ he mumbled, reaching down to stop her. ‘Do you not want me to-’ she said nervously though she stopped as he shook his head. ‘I want you,’ he said, ‘if you’re ready.’

Daisy nodded and pulled him into kiss her as he rolled her onto her back. They stopped for a moment, as Sirius pulled back and lined himself up with her entrance, pumping himself a couple of times. ‘You’re sure?’ he asked. Daisy nodded watching as he eased in gently. ‘Just go slow,’ she said feeling a slight sting as he did. Sirius nodded and tried to ignore the blissful way she enveloped him. He didn’t want to hurt her. Instead, he inched in slowly though he stopped as he heard her hiss. ‘Dais,’ he said but she shook her head. ‘I’m fine,’ she said. ‘I can stop,’ he said, he would if he had to but he longed that she didn't ask him to. ‘It’s fine,’ she said, ‘just kiss me.’

Sirius nodded and leaned back towards her kissing her deeply. When he finally bottomed out he didn’t move. He couldn’t believe how incredible she felt around him or how unfair it was that she wasn��t feeling as blissfully happy as he was. ‘Are you sure you want to carry on?’ he asked, her eyes were closed but he could see the glisten of tears underneath her lashes, ‘Dais you’re crying.’ ‘I’m not,’ she sniffled. She wanted this. She wanted him. She just didn’t expect it to hurt so damn much. Even with the warm-up act, he was just so big. ‘You are,’ Sirius said, ‘that’s it I’m stopping.’ ‘No!’ Daisy said opening her eyes and throwing him a weak smile, ‘no it’s fine just go slow okay? I’m sure it’ll get good again.’ ‘Right,’ he said moving his hips just a tad. Daisy took a shaky breath. They watched one another, analysing every flicker of emotion that came across their faces. Sirius couldn’t believe how good it felt and he couldn’t stop himself from moaning softly. That made Daisy smile. It was feeling better now, not like before, but enough that it didn’t hurt.

‘Feels better now,’ she said stroking his cheek softly as if encouraging him. He moved a bit quicker now, that familiar feeling in his lower belly rearing its head. Though it wasn’t complete bliss for her Daisy was enjoying herself. Watching Sirius chase his high was enough. The way his eyes closed when stroked his cheek. Or the way his head hung as he uttered a little moan.

‘Dais, I’m not gonna last much longer,’ he panted looking at her. His grey eyes were almost black with lust. ‘Okay,’ she nodded. ‘Need to pull out,’ he said though he longed not to. He knew that was too risky though. Daisy’s eyes went a little wide as she realised what he was talking about but then she nodded. As his hips started to falter he pulled back. Just as he pulled out he came, coating her as he fell against her. She ignored the stickiness on her inner thigh as she allowed him to tuck his head into the crook of her neck, running her fingers through his hair as his breathing returned to normal. As he pulled back she swore she saw the hint of a blush on his cheeks as he looked at the mess he’d made.

‘Sorry,’ he said bashfully. ‘It’s okay,’ she said, ‘quick thinking to be honest.’ ‘Yeah, I suppose it’s better than risking it,’ he said pulling back onto his knees, ‘one minute.’

He shuffled off the bed and headed to the bathroom. He brought back some loo roll and cleaned them up before grabbing his boxers and putting them on.

‘Pass us your shirt,’ she said. He bent down and handed it to her. She slipped it on over her head and as she pulled her hair out of the collar she found him standing by the bed something lacy in hand. ‘Your knickers,’ he smirked. ‘Such a gentleman,’ she said yanking them off of him and shimming them on as he climbed into bed beside her. Daisy came to cuddle into his side, her head on his chest. They stayed quiet for a moment. Sirius’ arm was wrapped around her his thumb stroking her arm as she traced shapes on his chest. He glanced at her but her eyes were closed a slight smile on her face

‘Dais,’ he said making her eyelids flutter open, ‘you okay?’ ‘Yeah,’ she said with a small smile as she leaned up to look at him. ‘You sure? Everything was alright?’ he asked. ‘Yes Sirius,’ she said rolling her eyes, ‘it was better than I could have hoped for.’ ‘Babe you had tears in your eyes,’ he said nervously though she waved him off. ‘I know, I know but that wasn’t important. It’s not like you meant to hurt me or anything you were just bigger than I thought,’ she said blushing as Sirius's face broke into a smug smile, ‘oh shut up.’ ‘No, no, continue,’ he chuckled, ‘where were you up to? Biggest and best you’ve ever had right?’ ‘I don’t think it counts when it’s the only one,’ she giggled. ‘Harsh Dais,’ he said, holding his hand on top of his over his heart. ‘Anyway,’ she said rolling her eyes, ‘I mean it. I’m happy this happened.’ ‘Me too,’ he said. ‘I think it was better this way,’ she said earnestly, ‘Lily freaked out before, during and after. At least this way we weren’t all in our heads about it.’ ‘Yeah, I get that,’ he said, ‘Lil alright?’ ‘Yeah,’ she said, ‘I think she just got her expectations up.’ ‘So I’m the best and biggest and a better shag than James Potter? This day is getting better by the second’ Sirius chuckled. ‘I didn’t mean it like that!’ Daisy said smacking him on the chest making him laugh even harder, ‘Sirius don’t you dare tell him that! I swear to god.’ ‘Or what?’ ‘Or we’ll not be doing this again any time soon,’ she said with a smirk which grew wider as Sirius’ face turned into a scowl. ‘Oh that’s harsh Evans, cruel really,’ he said. ‘Well at least I know I’ve got that in my arsenal now,’ she giggled. Sirius’ eyes narrowed and then he was on top of her, flipping her onto her back as his fingers terrorised her sides making her laugh.

‘Sirius stop!’ she giggled as he carried on tickling, ‘pack it in!’ ‘Take it back,’ he smirked. ‘Sirius!’ ‘Dais,’ he challenged as she laughed, her breathing getting harder and harder by the second until she panted, ‘fine! Now gerroff!’ Sirius stopped and pulled back onto his knees watching as she pushed her hair off her face and sat up opposite him scowling as he smirked at her. ‘You’re a right git you know that,’ she said trying to hide a smile. ‘A loveable one though,’ he said. ‘Maybe,’ she said as he leaned down and kissed her. ‘Come on then,’ he said climbing off the bed as they broke apart, ‘Minnie will be out looking for us if we’re not careful.’ ‘We’re lucky she didn’t come looking for us ten minutes ago,’ Daisy giggled as she slinked off the bed and shrugged Sirius’ top off so she could change. ‘Poor girl would’ve never recovered,’ he smirked.

Once they were back suitably dressed and everything they wanted to get rid of was stacked neatly in its boxes they crammed the stuff they wanted into a remaining box. ‘Ready?’ Sirius said as Daisy took a spot beside him in the fireplace. ‘Yep,’ she said juggling the box into her other arm so she could slip her hand into his. Sirius dropped the floo powder into the grate and they were off, whizzing through the network until the familiar backdrop of McGonagall’s office came into view.

Though as they stepped out they realised that she wasn’t there. They shared a confused look figuring she’d be waiting for them as she had been last time, eager for every drop of information she could get, but he was nowhere to be seen. Nevertheless, they headed out of her office and made their way back to Gryffindor tower. However, Daisy couldn’t help but notice the corridors were less crowded than usual on any given weekend.

‘Where is everyone?’ she said ‘I was thinking that,’ Sirius said, ‘it’s not a Hogsmede weekend is it?’ ‘No,’ Daisy said as they climbed the stairs. ‘Probably too cold to be out. I’m a bit nippy even with my jacket on,’ Sirius said. ‘Maybe,’ Daisy said though her tone was still unsure. They were coming up on the portrait hole now and Daisy noted that they hadn’t seen anyone since McGonagall’s office causing worry to form in her stomach. ‘Mimbulus Mimbletonia,’ Sirius said causing the Fat Lady to swing open.

Sirius allowed Daisy to climb through first and she was no sooner through the hole before Lily was on her, throwing her arms around her sister, her red hair burying Daisy’s face. As she pulled back Daisy saw her sister’s face and the pit of worry grew to a chasm. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot and her nose was red from sniffling. She noted James beside her, his hand on Lily’s arm as he tried to pull her back.

‘What’s going on?’ Sirius asked. He had taken in the scene quicker than her, not having his vision blurred by Lily’s mane of red hair. As she looked around the common room he could tell something had happened. It was full of students all huddled in different groups though all of them had the same sombre faces as Lily.

‘There’s been an attack,’ James said, ‘in London.’ ‘What kind of attack?’ Daisy said. ‘Death Eaters,’ Remus said appearing at Lily’s side, his hand sympathetically on her shoulder. ‘They’ve killed three muggles in broad daylight,’ Lily sniffled, ‘and a witch, muggle-born and young they said on the radio. I’ve been worried sick.’ ‘Oh Lil,’ Daisy said handing the box to Remus who took it form her graciously so she could hug her sister once more. ‘We said it wasn’t you,’ James said earning a scowl from Lily, ‘but they didn’t name her so.’ ‘I’m fine Lil,’ Daisy said pulling back. ‘Yeah and anyway I can’t believe you’d think I’d even let them scum get a chance at hurting her,’ Sirius said putting his arm around them both. Daisy smiled at him sympathetically her heart swelling as she watched him trying to comfort her sister. ‘I know it’s silly,’ Lily said, ‘I just panicked.’ ‘Well, we’re fine. I’m fine,’ she said as Sirius moved away to where the boys, Marlene, Alice and Frank were sitting ‘Right, right, yeah,’ Lily said wrapping her arm around her sister’s waist so they could sit down. James patted the seat beside him and Lily sat down though she didn’t lean into him as she normally would, instead she stayed stuck like glue to Daisy.

‘What else have they said?’ Sirius asked, he was perched on the arm of the couch beside them. ‘Not much,’ Frank said, ‘only that they can’t confirm it’s a specific group of individuals.’ ‘That’s bollocks,’ Sirius said. ‘They were wearing masks,’ Alice said, ‘so they couldn’t be identified.’ ‘But it has to be them,’ Marlene said. ‘How do you know?’ Daisy asked. ‘Because they’ve got a new signature,’ James grumbled, ‘that stupid tattoo they have is burned into the sky right above it.’ ‘They’re getting braver,’ Frank said. ‘Sirius was right,’ Remus said solemnly, ‘there’s a war coming.’

The group fell quiet for a moment after that. Thoughts spun around in Daisy’s brain like a washing machine on a spin cycle. She couldn’t take it all in. In the space of ten minutes, she’d gone from absolute happiness to utter terror. She couldn’t get a grip on it. She wanted to cry. Or scream. Or run back to that flat with Sirius and stay in there forever.

But she couldn’t. And she couldn’t go anywhere with him at the moment because her sister’s hand was still interlaced with hers, white knuckles peeking out from the end of her jumper. Lily noticed her looking and smiled at her, the weakest smile she’d ever received. Daisy smiled back, trying to be strong for her twin, but as Lily turned away she placed her other hand on Sirius’ thigh and heaved a sigh of relief when he placed his own over hers, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. She could be Lily’s strength. As long as he was hers.

#my writing #the other Evans girl #Sirius Black #sirius black x oc #sirius black smut #sirius black x original female character #sirius black x daisy evans #smut #loss of virginity #james potter #lily evans x james potter

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impishtubist · 1 year

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Sirius in beginning of 5th year: Not a virgin anymore I fucked my 23 year old cousin 😎

Remus and James: 😬😐

WHEEZING

#remus cries because HE wanted them to lose their virginity together #he can't believe sirius would lose his virginity to someone else that's so rude #meanwhile sirius doesn't understand why they're being so weird about it #imp speaks #chaos night #cw incest #blackcest #anyway this absolutely happened

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justmevoldemort · 9 months

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What do you mean I haven't had my first kiss? I've been kissing fictional characters in my dreams since I was 12

#that totally counts #nico diangelo was my first kiss #and now i smooch fictional characters all the time #james potter most recently #and sirius #it totally counts #me? a kiss virgin? nope #books #reading #fictional characters #first kiss

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oxydiane · 2 years

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a brain surgery without anaesthesia would have hurt less than this

#just remembered about this scene and it made me want to tear all my hair out one by one and feed it to whoever was in the writing room #‘nice one james’ what if i was suicidal and this was my last straw #like what the fuck was in the air in the creative writing room that day. pulled an all nighter and decided to make us pay the consequences #i would lay down my life and sacrifice thirteen virgins if it meant harry would get a loving childhood where he is raised by sirius and remu #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #marauders era #james potter #marauders #padfoot&prongs #wolfstar

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daenysx · 5 months

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Hii can you write where james and reader are both the only virgins in the group so decided to do it together to get it over with but then they started to do it more often bcs james is absolutely obsessed with her.

thank you for requesting, i hope you like this! requests are open!!

james potter x fem!reader, nsfw

becoming experts

james thinks maybe he should be embarrassed.

here he is, knocking on your door, standing at your doorstep with your favorite dessert in his hand. this is the third time in this week, and it won't be the last. he fixes his posture, puts a little smile on his face, and knocks on your door again. he is fine.

you open the door, wearing only your sleep shorts and a little tank top, which is both a blessing and a curse for james's poor heart. your hair seems a little messy, your face without any make up, and you look beautiful. your lips curve upwards when you see james at your doorstep, you are quick to pull him inside.

"hi, sweetheart." james says as he steps inside. "i hope this is not a bad time."

you look at him like he's said the silliest thing in the world. "come on, jamie, you know there's no such a thing as bad time for you."

"yeah, yeah, i'm glad." why is he acting so out of character? suddenly he's shy, blushing when you point at his hand.

"is that for me?" you ask, kind of shy but more comfortable than him.

he nods. "of course, there you go."

he gives you the box and you take it with a huge smile on your face. "thank you!"

james's heart takes a leap.

you lead him inside, your little living room looks cozy with all those blankets spread on your couch and the warm air covering the room. you take the dessert with two spoons, sitting on the couch and inviting james next to you. he takes off his jacket and kicks his shoes, sits next to you, hoping to be less awkward in the next moments of this act.

"would you like something to drink?" you ask.

james shakes his head. "no, maybe later."

you nod, taking a spoonful of your dessert. "this is perfect. literally the best thing in the world, thank you so much."

james laughs. "you're welcome, angel."

you look at his unused spoon. "why don't you eat?"

he doesn't know. his mouth is dry, he should get a grip on himself. "i'm-"

your lips look perfect around that spoon.

"you've got chocolate- here." he leans into your space slowly.

you smile, his fingers cup your cheek. "this is so cliche."

"you think so?" he whispers.

"you know," you begin. "if you want to kiss me, all you have to do is ask."

james leans back on the couch, suddenly free of shyness to jump on the opportunity. "what if i want more than just a kiss?"

"i'm sure we can do something about that." you take another spoon of chocolate sauce.

"oh, baby." james says, pulling you to his lap. "come here."

your hands are empty, you move quickly to him. your legs are on each side of his thighs and you sit gently. "how do you feel?" he asks, holding your hands.

"i'm fine. really, really good."

"you sound unnaturaly teasing. i thought that was supposed to be me."

you shrug. "i don't know, you act weird today. it's not like this is the first time we're being this close."

the best night of james's life was probably the night he'd spend at your apartment, in your bed. you were naked, so was he, the wine was kicking like a liquid courage as you had sex for the first time. you could expect weirdness between you two, you were both each other's first time and you had been friends for years, but it never happened. it felt so good and so right, james lost himself between your legs and you made sounds that you've never made before.

you were both inexperienced, subject of sirius's little teasings and remus's sympathetic looks when it comes to stuff about sex. you don't know how did things happened as they have that night, but suddenly you were kissing james. you could be afraid if this would ruin your friendship but at that moment everything was so good, you could never imagine the act could ever feel like this.

since that night, james had been to your apartment once more. he was just trying to make sure everything's okay between you and your friendship still stands. then, he was taking off his clothes and you were leaning towards him. you took his cock in your mouth for the first time and james forgot everything except your name.

now, here you are, trying to balance yourself on james's lap, keeping yourself still to not press against him. "james," you say. "it's okay. i- i want you too."

james throws his head back, his hands still holding yours. he looks at you through his glasses and smiles. "i just want you to feel good."

"i'm always feeling good when i'm with you." you say, honestly. "i think we fit each other really well and i- i want it, with you."

"yeah?" james pulls you closer. "you want it, pretty girl?"

you nod. james continues. "i guess we've got addicted." he says like it's a secret. "but that's okay. we can keep going as long as you're good with it."

you start the kiss and james exhales, finally. he cups your cheeks, angles your neck to deepen the kiss. you taste sweet, he licks the chocolate left on your lips. you whimper quietly, feeling him harden under you. this is good, you think. this is so perfect, it doesn't feel any wrong.

james's hands go to your back and he rubs your skin affectionally. he breaks the kiss to brush his lips on your pulse point. you take a breath, holding onto his shoulders. "james." you say. "i wanna go to bed."

he obliges, lifts you easily, and carries you to your bedroom. he is gentle when he puts you on bed, you are quick to take off your clothes. you are not shy to be naked around him, he makes you feel safe. you throw your clothes somewhere on the floor and settle down on bed, watching james.

he looks at you, eyes focused, and mouth slightly open. is he dreaming? this surely is better than any dream, you are lovely as you lay there and wait for him.

he doesn't intend to tease you or make you wait. you've been so honest and sweet with him, you deserve to get what you want. james makes a quick work of his clothes, leaving everything on the floor until he is bare in front of you. he gets on his knees on bed and reaches you. you part your legs obediently, without expecting a word from him.

"you're so pretty, sweetheart." james says, fondly. "you know that, right?"

you squirm under his hands. "jamie, please."

"you should know that." he says, kisses your chest. "you should be aware of the power you have on me."

you shake your head. "it's mutual, and you're being silly."

"let me be romantic for a second, yeah?" he kisses your perked nipple. "fuck, gonna give you everything you want."

"please." you say, losing your breath when he sucks your nipple. he likes using his mouth on you, you realize. he slowly goes down on your body and you laugh when he kisses below your belly button.

"tickles?" he asks, ever so playful.

you nod. "will you do it again?"

he answers by kissing the same spot over and over, turns you into a mess under his mouth. his fingers are quick to touch your cunt, he collects the wetness that starts pooling and rubs it all over. "will you let me taste you?" he asks, begging for a yes. "i wonder if you taste so sweet everywhere."

"you- i guess you can, if you want." you arch your back, subtly press your cunt against his mouth.

"if i want? i'm dying for it."

he buries his face between your legs, tries to get directing noises out of you. he's not experienced but he finds himself to be a quick learner when it comes to you. he licks the wetness out of you and pushes his tongue inside. you wrap your legs around his neck, the sensation is so strange but suddenly it starts feeling good. you remember the second time you had sex and how you felt insatiable to take his cock in your mouth. he must feel that way right now, you think, because he never stops making those wild noises as he uses his mouth.

james sucks your clit relentlessly. you whimper, his name becomes a song. he grips your thighs and holds you in your place. "james- so close- so clo- hmm-"

he lifts his head just for a second. "come for me, lovely girl. let go for me, this is perfect."

you obey, arch your back as he sucks again, and you're dripping in his mouth. james keeps licking, helps you through your peak. you feel so tired, so exhausted, so naked, and it's good. james keeps you steady, his cock twitches at the sight of your cunt, all swollen and licked.

"are you okay, baby?" he coos. "we can stop."

you shake your head. you can't stop because he's addictive. "i want you inside." there's no crumb of shyness left. "please, i want it."

james angles you to be more comfortable, he rubs the skin of your thigh. "gotta be slow, okay?" he says.

you nod, messy and desperate. "however you want."

he positions his cock in just the right way. he is being slow and quiet as he keeps pushing, he knows it's a tight fit. when you clench around him he can't help himself, he goes a little fast. "oh, angel." he whispers, mouth closed on your neck. he pushes himself again. "so tight, just like the first time i got you like this. you're gonna make me come soon if you squeeze around me like that."

you part your legs a little more, holding onto his broad shoulders. "i like this so much. so full, jamie."

james starts moving inside you, still careful but easier. you try to move your hips accordingly, it's like a new dance both of you are trying to learn better. he is worried he'll come too soon, because you're being irresistable.

"can you touch me- right, right there?" you ask, position his fingers on your clit.

"yeah, yeah, of course."

his fingers play with you until you start begging for him to come. he keeps pushing himself until he can't see straight anymore. "can i come? james, can i come again?" you melt, so close and so wet, you can hear the wetness pooling on bed.

"yes, come on, sweet thing." he pushes the deepest he's ever been, you clench so hard, he starts coming. "come with me."

you are sure you lose your sight for a second. james explodes on your belly, his strength helps him pull himself back before coming inside you but he keeps playing with your clit so you clench around him and nothing as you come. you see him, you see stars, you feel so sensitive. james groans as he holds his cock to let out every drop of his cum. he exhales your name, desperate to lay down with you on the bed. you are quick to pull him on your chest, he puts his head on your body, and listens your heartbeat.

minutes pass in silence as you both catch your breaths. james rubs your skin with gentle fingers. you stroke his curls, and press a kiss on his forehead.

"i think we're getting pretty good at this." you say, smiling.

"yeah, i guess we are quite the experts of sex now." he says. "can you imagine sirius's reaction?"

"oh, he'd probably never believe it." you say. "but that's fine."

james sits on bed. "would you like to have shower? we've made quite the mess of each other."

you nod, reach for his hand as you sit next to him. "jamie," you begin, "there's no one else that i'd rather do this with. you're- you're the only one for me."

james smiles, kisses your forehead lovingly. "i'd hope so, sweetness." he gives your hand a squeeze. "you're the only one for me, as well."

♡

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myfictionaldreams · 3 months

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Today's Lesson: Don't Catch Feelings // James Potter x Fem!Reader

PART 1 (Dry Hump) // PART 3

Summary: It was meant to be a one-time moment. A friend helping another friend who'd never been kissed before. So now, when your best friend finally gets the girl he's wanted to impress, why are you filled with such jealousy.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst, jealousy, friends w/benefits, can be interpreted as cheating but there's no official relationship, kinda love triangle, sex education, fingering, mutual pining, arguing, regret, kissing, drinking, fake orgasm (w/ other m character), dry humping, voyeurism, loss of virginity (James), praise kink, creampie, riding, cliff hanger! -- sorry if I've forgotten any tags

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"Move your thumb to the right. Yes, that's it! Right there - fuck James, don't stop! Yes! Yes! Oh-!" Even with the silencing charm around the room, you were sure the entirety of Hogwarts could hear you cumming hard around James' fingers curling inside your cunt as his thumb - now in the right place - circled your throbbing clit.

The tips of your fingers ached with how firmly you were digging them into his muscularly toned shoulders, probably bruising him, but he never commented on this. The messy-haired man just continued to listen to your instructions, putting more enthusiasm into these moments than in any lesson here at Hogwarts.

Even as your walls clenched tightly around his digits, he didn't stop. However, you were now quietened as he sloppily made out with you, swallowing your cries of euphoria until there was nothing left to give, and your moans turned into a laugh.

James groaned as you pulled away from his swollen lips, gently tugging on his wrist to ease his fingers out of you. "Woah there, Tiger, that was plenty good enough. Any more and I'll probably collapse", laughing as he pouted with his lower lip, his hazel eyes half-lidded and pupils blown in a clear display of arousal.

"So it was good?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, not moving his face away from hovering over yours.

"It was more than good, Potter. You're very good at listening to instructions, and your skills are improving with each orgasm, that's for sure", you praise whilst pushing his glasses up his nose as he smirks handsomely in response. James turned to kiss the tip of your fingers as you couldn't help but giggle once more at the action, your feet hooking around the backs of his knees as you tried to pull him closer to the edge of the desk.

But, like everything perfect in your life, you became your own worst enemy as you couldn't help as the words slipped out, "You'll have Lily orgasming before her underwear's off". It was meant to be a joke, but it only reminded you why you were even in this situation.

The smile faltered for a split second on James' face as he dipped his head to look at the floor, his hair now curtaining your view of him. "That's the plan", he chuckles as he begins to casually suck on his still-soaked fingers as your jaw drops at the sight.

"James!" you exclaim as he returns his gaze to you. His look of innocence for the act only added to the desiring pulse in your core.

"What? Sirius said that there's nothing more tasty than a pretty girl. Seems he was right", he casually remarked with a shrug of his shoulders. All air seemed to rush from your lungs at the compliment that quickened your heart's beat and warmed your cheeks' skin.

You were once more captivated by his eyes as he inched closer, and the hardness still contained in his trousers poked your inner thigh. "Need some help?" you asked curiously, teasingly, reaching between your bodies to palm him.

James' eyes lowered to focus on your lips as he licked his own, wetting them, and all you wanted to do was taste him, but then he took a step back, your legs and hand stopping away from his warmth.

"Nah, I'll sort it later, don't worry", he explains whilst beginning to smooth the uncontrollable mop of black hair on his head.

A heavy sinking feeling settled in your chest as you realised you'd probably overstepped the thin line between what the two of you had been doing for the last couple of weeks.

James Potter, your best friend, had been since the first year at Hogwarts. Both were thick as thieves and when he'd previously admitted to never having kissed someone before and had finally convinced his long-time crush to date, he needed the practice as the fear of Lily turning him away for any bad kissing skills. As the good friend that you were, you offered to teach him how to kiss, which promptly ended with you both dry-humping to orgasms.

After, James had been on his date and returned, particularly thanking you on his knees as his kiss with Lily had been everything he had ever wanted. However, after this, it was like a drug you both couldn't get enough of. One lesson turned into another and another. How to touch a girl with and without clothes, t the right way to touch and kiss breasts, and now how to use his fingers.

Nothing penetrative yet, and it had all been about teaching him about pleasing girls, so you'd yet to touch him because that would mean you were both hooking up for satisfaction rather than education.

You were unsure where the lines were becoming blurred in your heart and mind. James had always just been your goofy best friend. Mr Popular at Hogwarts would go above and beyond to make you laugh or protect those he cares for, and he continued to be like this for you. However, the rooms felt too small when you were both in them. You spent way too much time fantasising about the feel of his hands or the taste of his lips that you'd yet to look at any other man since that first kiss in the Shrieking Shack.

Then, there came the added complication of Lily. Lily was also a close friend, and even though James and her were not officially boyfriend or girlfriend yet, the way he pined for her and the more dates they went on, the more you were filled with dread. It felt as if you were betraying her with your want for James. Even with the lessons, you knew if ever caught; it was almost impossible to explain that it was all for Lily's benefit in a fucked up sort of way.

You were essentially teaching the man you were falling in love with how to pleasure your friend for their future. All the while, you were becoming more emotionally involved than you'd ever meant to be. I mean, you had casually slept with numerous people during the last year at Hogwarts; sex and feelings were two things you were able to separate.

So now, you were unsure what had changed for you to fall for the man who was so evidently in love with someone else.

"Are you coming?"

His deep voice drew you out of your spiralling thoughts as you blinked at him in confusion. "Coming?"

"Yeah, to class?" he asked, picking up his bag and pulling the strap over his shoulder.

"Oh, yes, I just need a minute. You go without me anyway; we haven't got the same class next", you say whilst standing and trying not to wince at the dampness between your legs that had spread your thighs.

"You sure? I don't mind walking you", James ensured as he pulled on the tight area of his trousers around his crotch, but then gave up and covered his erection with his bag.

"I'm sure we're on opposite ends of Hogwarts anyway. I'll catch you later, Potter", you confirm whilst straightening your tie and shirt.

"Alright then, Sweetheart, catch you later".

With one more beautiful grin', he's off. Then you're by yourself and left to slump back onto the desk and rethink your life. However, you couldn't dwell on it as the clock tower bell began to ring, indicating the start of lessons. As you cursed to yourself, picking up your wand from your bag and waving it over your body, your clothes instantly corrected yourself, and the wet mess between your legs vanished.

You were utterly breathless by the time you'd arrived at potions, and it took a great deal of effort to ignore the lingering ache in your pussy as you attempted to sneak into the room.

"Ah, at last. Welcome miss! Please take a seat; we haven't started without you, dear," Professor Slughorn declared as he held his hand out toward your usual classroom seat as everyone stared at you.

Trying to ignore everyone's eyes, you rush to your seat beside Lily, that heavy, unwelcomed feeling returned to your stomach as she smiles at you, leaning close to whisper, "I told him you were in the bathroom, so he said he'd wait for you before starting the lesson".

You return her smile, however forced as you thanked her and turned your gaze back to the professor. Before long, Lily's sweet perfume drifted into your senses as she leaned in closer once more to ask, "Who's the lucky guy?"

A sharp pain shot through your neck with the speed with which you looked at her, "I don't know what you mean; I was actually using the bathroom".

She tilts her head to the side with an all-knowing look. "Mmm hmm, sure, sure. So why is your lipstick smudged then, huh?"

Your fingers quickly moved to the corner of your lips, frantically wiping away any residual lipstick when it dawned on you that you'd not put any make-up on this morning and had fallen for her trick.

Glaring at her, Lily gave you a brilliant smile whilst moving some of her luscious red hair behind her shoulder, declaring, "I can read you like a book; don't forget that".

Rolling your eyes, you playfully nudge your shoulder against hers, deciding to ignore the previous question. For some reason, unbeknown to yourself, you couldn't help but ask, "So how's it going with Potter?"

Internally, you were criticising yourself for even asking and showing interest in it, already knowing that the answer was something you honestly didn't wish to know.

Lily's grin softened until her lips pursed, and she began to write down the instructions from Professor Slughorn in the book on her desk. "It's going ok; I mean, he's definitely more of a gentleman than I thought he was ever capable of. I also think the exams are getting to him a little; he seems distracted at the moment".

This piqued your interest as you began arranging your ingredients before you, chopping whatever was closest to you without the slightest attention as you asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well, we were on head boy and girl duty two nights ago, and he always used to joke that he wanted a quiet corner away with me in a classroom or something, but now that you know, I'm more open to that. He seems distracted. He still holds my hands and gives me compliments and a kiss or two that makes me want more, but by the end of the duty, he will either find his friends or go to bed".

You swallow thickly, asking, "Oh really? So you guys haven't - I mean, you haven't done anything other than kissing?"

Lily's cheek blossomed with colour as she continued her prep for the potion before her. "No, not yet; I mean, I want to; he's a great kiss, but nothing so far. It still feels strange not to be cursing at him to get out of my sight, like I never pictured myself to be in this position, and maybe it's also taking him some time to get used to".

You were only half listening to what your friend was saying as your thoughts screamed at the fact he was only a good kisser because he'd practised with you. Also, the tiny part of you that was cheering her heart out at the fact that you were the only girl he'd touched intimately, for now.

"Psst. Oi! Goldie! Pea! Turn around. I know you can hear me", came the annoying whisper as you and Lily both glanced over your shoulders to Sirius, who was leaning across his desk, grinning from ear to ear, his shoulder-length hair tied at the nape of his neck.

You huffed, glaring at Sirius as you reminded him, "I've told you a thousand times not to call me that!"

The Marauder sarcastically sticks out his bottom lip, "But it's an endearing name, Pea!"

"No, it's not! It's bullying!" you remind him, turning further towards where he and Remus sat, the latter politely declining the conversation to continue with his work.

"It's not my fault you vomited peas in second year", Sirius pointed out with a cocky smirk.

Thankfully, Lily cut off your retort as she snapped, "Stop reminding her of that. I've told you that my hair is red and not gold!"

"Meh, semantics", he shrugs and appears eager again. "What are you both doing after this? We were thinking of getting a group of us together and heading down to Hogsmeade. Do you both wanna join? I'm sure James would want you there".

That nauseous sensation returned as you knew he wasn't referring to you as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively towards Lily. One part of you desperately begged not to go, not wishing to see Lily and James acting all lovey-dovey in public, and another part of you knew it would look suspicious if you weren't to attend. Who else were you expected to hang out with on a Friday evening other than your best friend, James?

Lily answered for you as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders, "Of course, we'll both be there, but not to hang out with you; we don't need boys to have a good time".

You smile at her, forgetting all of your woes for a moment, watching as she adds a sprig of Rosemary into your potion and watching it change from the awful shade of red to a soft caramel colour to match hers.

"What would I do without you?" you say with admiration.

"I don't know, crash and burn?" she jokes, pulling a genuine smile from yourself.

Later in the evening, the two of you were true to Lily's word as you made your way there, joined with Marlene, and, not wanting to go with the boys, gave yourself some time to dress in something other than school clothes, opting for jeans and a warm jumper.

The three of you wandered through Hogsmeade, stopping in Honeydukes for a sweet treat before deciding to rest in the Three Broomsticks; however, you found what seemed to be the rest of your school year in the same place. There was hardly a free seat as the three of you pushed through the crowd to the bar.

"Evans! Over here!" James' voice shouted above the noise of everyone else from the corner of the room. Lily giggled as she waved over at him, and you tried not to wince with jealousy as you pushed her and Marlene in his direction.

"Go over there, I'll get the drinks". Thankfully, they didn't need much convincing before making their way over to the other Gryffindor. "Three butterbeers, please. Oh, and a large fire whiskey as well", you say, slipping the barmaid Rosmerta an extra galleon so she wouldn't question your age. You were old enough to drink, but there was a swift ban on students at Hogwarts being sold alcohol, but an extra galleon here and there, and no questions were asked.

As you waited for your drinks to be poured, you observed your surroundings and noticed a certain Ravenclaw watching you over the rim of his glass, a smirk flirting on his lips. You smiled back, holding his eye contact briefly before looking away from Quirinus. He was in Ravenclaw and relatively bright, if not a bit of a nervous nelly if he didn't have any alcohol in his system, which, by the looks of things, he was a few drinks deep and clearly in a flirtatious mood.

You were ready to make bad decisions when a hand on your lower back snapped your attention. The touch burned through your clothes to your skin as James appeared by your side. His face lowered so that he whispered into your ear as he questioned, "Is it bad that I can still smell you on my fingers?"

You swallow harshly, fighting to keep your face neutral as you couldn't help but quip back, "I'm sure your girlfriend would love to hear you say that".

James leans away to study your face, a frown adorning his expression, "She's not my girlfriend".

"Yeah, sure", you retort, turning away from him to nod at Rosmerta as she placed the drinks in front of you at the bar.

"Well, if she were my girlfriend, my fingers definitely wouldn't be smelling of you now, would they?"

The fire of jealousy that was being stoked in your heart was only being fueled further by his words. "I'm sure she could teach you a thing or two, Potter. You don't need me to taint your fingers".

"Maybe I do", he quickly responds but then corrects himself, "I mean, I don't think she has much experience. Anyway, you didn't mind it earlier when you were begging for more".

You turn to him with a glare that had him relaxing his stance as he realised he was on the threshold of overstepping. "Don't be so sure of yourself, James, and with the lack of experience you both have, wouldn't it be better for you both to be inexperienced together?"

Picking up the fire whiskey, you began to take heaving glugs of it, savouring the painful burn as it slipped down your throat. James eyed the drink as he leaned closer once more, his body half crowding around yours as he harshly whispered, "Where the fuck is this all coming from? I thought you were ok with what we were doing. It's nothing serious, just one single friend teaching another single friend, right?"

Yes, you answer in your thoughts, having not taken the fire whiskey away from your mouth, but then he's grabbing the glass and trying to take it away from you as he demands, "Hey, slow down, alright? You'll be pissed with the hour".

Giving him a shove with your shoulder, you spitefully say, "You aren't my boyfriend, Potter; stop telling me what to do. I want to drink, so get lost".

The concern in his hazel eyes drops as he looks at the two butterbeer, asking, "Are these McKenna and Evans? I'll take them and leave you to calm down".

"Thank fucking Merlin", you exclaimed with one final glare before he stormed off with the two drinks in hand.

You blew a long breath through your mouth, trying to ignore the overwhelming urge to scream, cry, or storm out. However, a brush of an arm against yours stole your attention as Quirinus now stood next to you at the bar, his Ravenclaw-coloured jumper vibrant in the candlelight.

"Fancy another firewhiskey?" he asked, and you nodded, not trusting yourself to be able to talk without crying.

The drinks came at a steady pace, and before long, you were feeling the effects, the anxiety that had hit you like the Hogwarts Express train from your argument with James had fizzled into anger. It only made matters worse when you would glance over the Ravenclaw's shoulder to see James wrapped his arm around Lily's shoulder, the two of them whispering to one another without a care.

A lump formed in your throat as the world tilted for a second. Quirinus noticed your glare as he, too, looked over his shoulder and assumed you'd prefer to sit with your friends as he offhandedly mentioned, "If you'd rather go and sit with them, I wouldn't be offended, you know".

"What?" you say, snapping out of your staring contest as you realise James is now staring right back at you with just as deep a frown behind his glasses. Giving your attention back to the man at your side, you quickly grabbed his arm, not wishing to be left alone, "Sorry, Quirrel, I really do want to stay with you. In fact, why don't we find somewhere a bit more quiet?"

The alcohol was definitely speaking on your behalf as his eyes lit up, his teeth nipping at his lower lip as he stood to his full height. "Ye-Yeah, I want to do that", he stammers enthusiastically as you grab his arm and head towards the back of the pub and climb the stairs, ensuring no one is following.

Sneaking past the bathrooms, you ascended even further into the depths of the pub until you found a spare living room with a sofa in front of the fire as you claimed, "This will do perfectly".

Turning around and before you could ponder any further on the man you really wished was here and deciding you needed to have some fun of your own, you grabbed the collar of Quirrel jumper and pulled him in for an eager kiss. However, the door barges open as you both spring apart.

You release a nervous laugh as you see no one is there, quickly rushing over to it and shutting the door, locking it properly with a wave of your wand. "Oops, must not have locked it".

Turning back towards Quirrel, he eagerly eyed you up and down. Not giving yourself time to regret the decision, you ran over to him, your arms moving around his neck as you pulled him into a quick snog. It was sloppy and distracting as he kissed you back with just as much eagerness.

It seemed Quirrell wasn't in the mood to wait as he soon fumbled with the button to your jeans. You silently have to give him some credit if he was going straight to the good without even touching your tits or kissing your neck. You wanted a distraction, and the fingers slipping into your underwear were definitely a distraction.

Especially as he began to vigorously rub your left labia rather than your clit. Attempting to shift your hips in your favour, he kept his fingers in the same dry spot, assuming your hip movements were a sign that he was doing a good job.

Great, you thought. Your love life was now just as dry and useless as your friend's life. Just fantastic.

Deciding there was still some hope left, your fingers moved into your jeans, your hand cupping the back of his fingers and moving them to finally circle your clit. However, the dryness and eagerness that he was moving made you feel overstimulated and ready for it to be over as fake moans began to spill from your lips.

"Fuck, you're so pretty", Quirinus moaned against your lips as he suddenly pulled back, but only so he could turn you on the spot and lean you awkwardly against the back of the sofa. Two things then started. One, his fingers shifted again back to the poor labia and away from your clit and two, he began to hump into your arse like a dog in heat.

Your eyes closed as you continued to fake the moans as his lips found the side of your neck as he nuzzled into you and continued with his pleasurable humps. You knew you could push him aside at any time, but for now, he was distracting you, even if you weren't finding any pleasure in it.

"Fuck you're so wet. Do you like that?" he asked, biting your neck like a vampire as you refrained from rolling your eyes.

Instead, you faked your seductive voice as you moaned, "Mmm yes, feels so good", even though you were pretty sure the wetness he was feeling was just sweat, as there was no way you were wet for this guy.

Matching the eagerness of his moans, you pretended to be close to orgasm just as his thrusts increased in speed, and your thighs began to ache as he pushed you harder and harder into the back of the sofa.

"Fuck!!" he cursed loudly into your ear as he came, and you two pretended to also orgasm, breathing heavily whilst bending over slightly to put some room between the two of you. As his fingers removed from your underwear, he proclaimed, "That was so good, wow. Hey, do you want to go on a date or something-".

His abrupt stop in the sentence has you turning with a questioning gaze but stopping short, seeing his face turn a pasty shade of green.

"Are you ok- Shit!" you quickly move out of his way as his hand covers his mouth, eyes bulge in panic, and he runs towards the door, wordlessly waving his wand and dashing out of the door with the promise of going to vomit.

You're unsure whether to be worried for his well-being and sudden turn or offended that he had suddenly become so unwell. Either way, you were well and truly finished with the day. Buttoning up your jeans, you began to move towards the open door and back down to the loud mass of students downstairs, but the door slamming in your face and audibly locking had you halting.

"What the fuck?" you question under your breath, rushing towards the door and twisting the handle, but it was thoroughly locked. "Alohamora" with a wave of your wand, you'd expected the door to unlock, but even this didn't work as panic slowly began to set in as you started to wonder if this was some trap in the room for people who sneak in. "Shit! Please open, please, please, please!" you repeat with more urgency as you continue to try and spell the door open, but then a low behind you in the empty room has you screaming and turning until your back is pressed against the door.

"He didn't make you cum”, James stated with venom laced in his words as he revealed himself from underneath his invisibility cloak.

"James?! What the fuck- have you been there the entire time?!" you hissed in rage, your body becoming hot all over as realisation dawned on you.

"Why did you fake an orgasm with him?" he asked, repeating the same subject as before as he stepped closer to you from where he was leaning against the desk at the opposite end of the room.

"You can't just follow me around, James! That's so fucking creepy, and wait - did you hex Quirrell? Is that why he was sick?"

"He fucking deserved it for not making you cum”, he declares as his body trembles with the restrained anger flowing through his veins, the vein in his throat bulging as he takes a step towards you.

Shaking your head in disbelief, you begin to pace in front of the fire, rubbing your hands over your face as you go through about every emotion humanly possible. "I don't understand you whatsoever! Who are you to judge who and how I spend my time? You never cared before, so why now?" Turning to face him, you see the anger that seems to have disappeared from his body as he slowly steps towards you, his eyes unblinking as they bore into yours, full of rich emotion that you were too frightened to name.

You felt breathless as he stepped into your personal space. The fire crackled to your side and illuminated half of his handsome face, reflecting off the glasses already beginning to slide down his nose as he peered down at you, and you had to clench your fist to stop yourself from pushing them back up again.

James was still wearing his school uniform, you noticed, giving yourself the slightest distraction from the anger and confusion pulsing through your body.

Your mouth suddenly felt dry as you asked quietly, "How did you know I was faking it?"

James breathed in through his nose as his eyes scoured your face. "There were a few obvious signs". You became utterly captivated with every word he had to say as he lifted his fingers, gently held your chin, and began to tilt your face further up to his as he lowered his own so there was only a breath width between the tips of your noses.

"One, you always hold your breath just as you're tipping over the edge. Two, your eyes were open; you usually close them as you become lost in the moment", he numbered off whilst gently kissing the corner of your lips and like every other time recently, your body reacted instantly to the touches, pulsing and begging for more but then he listed the final sign. You truly became wholly lost to James Potter. "And third, the reason I know you didn't orgasm was because you weren't saying my name".

A soft moan escaped your parted lips as he had you hypnotised and, blaming it once more entirely on the alcohol, closed the gap between both of your mouths.

The kiss was everything you could have ever wanted for a first romantic kiss with someone you had a crush on. However, it meant so much more. Barriers were being broken, friendships snapped for potentially a lifetime, and yet it was what you needed—more than the air in your lungs, than the heat blazing from the fire. You needed James, and he evidently needed you.

The gentle and tentative touch of your lips lasted for a single breath, and then all restraint keeping you back was released as both of you gripped each other fiercely. Your fingers wove through his soft hair, pulling him down firmly as his arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you until both of your chests were pushed together.

Where you'd once been overheating with rage, now you were ablaze with lust. The clothes were too tight and claustrophobic against your skin as you needed to touch his. Thankfully James had the same idea, as both of your faces tilted, the kiss deepening with longing strokes of tongues and swapping of saliva, just like you'd taught him those weeks ago, his hands began to move beneath your clothes frantically.

Before long, your jumper was carelessly dropped to the floor, the same with his tie and shirt. Your fingers explored his toned chest and stomach, enjoying the little hitches of breath that he moaned. However, it was your turn as he moved your bra straps off your shoulders as his nimble fingers unhooked the band at the back with a simple flick, another trick you had taught him last week.

Before you could compliment him, his lips were trailing down your neck, sucking and licking on the sensitive areas until you were mewling with need. However, he didn't stop lowering his face until his lips were wrapped around your nipple, pulling the sensitive bud into his mouth and pressing the flat of his tongue against it.

"James!" you keened, rising to the tips of your toes to press your chest harder into his face, and he loved it from the deep groan he released, his fingers flexing on your lower back.

The Marauder moved from one breast to the next, teasing and nibbling until you were a desperate mess. Gripping onto his hair, you tugged on it, forcing his face away from your tits so that you could go back to kissing him deeply whilst also pulling on his shoulders towards the direction of the sofa.

Catching onto the direction he was being pulled in, James took over the lead as he sat down and pulled you into his lap, where you straddled his thighs. You couldn't help but contemplate how the position mirrored the one that started this entire situation, except now you weren't teaching. He was more leading and dominating the situation.

The hand on your lower back pressed more pressure until your crotch was flush against his. It felt somewhat wrong to have your chests both naked and pressed together, but the rest was still covered with jeans and trousers. However, it didn't stop the moans from escaping either of you as his hands moved your hips so you were grinding on his cock.

"Sweetheart, I need these off. Right fucking now before I combust", James pleaded as he undid the button of your jeans.

"You two then, Potter, off!". Once more, the clothes were off of your body within the blink of an eye until you were both only in underwear. Returning to finding your pussy against his cock, now you could genuinely find some real pleasure as the fabric of your underwear and the shape of his erection pressed against your clit, causing your insides to clench with the need to be filled.

James began to chuckle as his lips wandered down your throat, causing you to sit back and ask, "What's so funny?"

Moving his face closer to yours, he confidently stated, "I can feel how wet you are, even through my boxers". The two of you looked down to see a wet patch had formed over the grey material of his underwear where you'd been rubbing yourself as you realised you'd soaked through your lace material. The smile soon drained from your face as you both looked at one another.

"I need you", you dared to whisper as your hands moved from his shoulders to cup his cheeks, skimming the edge of the metal frames of his glasses.

The Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he repeated the words with just as much passion, "I need you too".

It was almost like an out-of-body experience, your lust and arousal dictating your movements as you both held eye contact as you raised on your knees, pulling aside your underwear as James pushed the waistband of his underwear down to the mid-thigh.

Nothing separated the two of you now, and you could have cried as you positioned the head of his cock at your entrance. His arms moved around your body, hugging you close as he rested his forehead against yours.

"Oh Sweetheart, you feel - holy shit - you feel so good", James gasped as you lowered yourself to his length.

You were shaking with the overwhelming sensations pouring through your body, making just as pleading praises to the man currently stretching your cunt. For once, it wasn't about teaching him anything but just following instincts and responding to each other's bodies. You both took a second to adjust to the new sensations and then you couldn't wait another moment before rolling your hips, easing your body up and down.

The room echoed with the fire crackling and the sound of your drenched cunt being filled with James' cock over and over as he began to find more confidence, meeting your hips midway with his own thrust.

"Yes! Just like that!" you praise, tipping your head back and allowing him to move with his vigour as he fucked into you desperately.

"I- I feel like we're made for each other", he grunts as he looks down at where your bodies meet.

"Me too! James, please don't stop!" You could feel it, that tightening in your core that gave you such pleasure. You felt as if it was too much as it continued to build in the moment, as all you could do was cling to the man beneath you.

"That's it, Sweetheart, I want you to cum for me, say my name and cum”, he demanded as he fucked you as hard as he could, holding onto your shoulder to keep you in position. All air escaped your lungs as your eyes closed, and the tightness in your pleasure exploded in a flurry of clenches as you squeezed his cock through your orgasm, screaming his name like it was the only thing that mattered.

Through your overwhelming pleasure, you were half aware of the shivers and grunts coming from James as he couldn't contain himself any further and came with his shaft buried entirely within you. The thick seed spilt into you, mixing with your own juices and pooling into his lap as it began to slip out as his cock softened.

Heavy breaths and the stink of sex suffocated the small room as you both clung to the tendrils of hope that had bloomed from giving in to temptation.

But like most things, the happiness had to end as his grip loosened on you and the reality of the situation dawned on the both of you.

No more kisses were shared, no more longing looks as you clambered off of his lap, and the two of you began to dress, ignoring the fact that both of your underwear were now coated in bodily fluids.

Just as you pulled your jumper above your head and turned towards the door, James' hand circled yours. "Please don't shut me out, you're my best friend, I can't lose you". You don't say anything, and the emotions that had been threatening to spill all day finally surfaced as tears lined your eyes and your nose became stuffy. James looked devastated by your reaction as he stepped closer, his hands cupping either side of your face. "Did I hurt you? Please tell me you don't regret this".

"I should regret this", you begin to explain, letting the tears slip free, but James' thumb was there to swipe them all away. "But I don't, never with you. The only thing I regret is that this was your first time in this shitty little room and-. And your virginity wasn't meant for me".

James frowns at your words as he kisses your temple for a long second, "I'm pretty sure it's my virginity, and I can do whatever the fuck I want with it and give it to whoever I like. Also, side note, speaking about my virginity like this makes me sound like some virgin sacrifice".

You laugh tearily, leaning into his touch for a moment before stepping out of his grip and moving towards the door, turning the handle but finding it still locked. You couldn't turn around to face him, knowing it would break you to see the sadness in his eyes.

"Please don't go", James pleaded.

"Let me go, James", you whispered, meaning the sentence in more ways than one.

"I can't, Sweetheart", he admits, sounding almost broken.

"You have to. I don't want to be your bit on the side".

"You aren't my bit on the side; I mean, I can't do that to Lily; that's why I haven't asked her to be my girlfriend yet because of what we were doing".

Your heart sank at his words even though you knew he wasn't necessarily saying it to be cruel. "You can't do that to Lily, but you could do that to me? Please, James, please just let me go".

You were greeted with pure silence, and just as you're about to turn around and ask again, the door unlocks, and you're out the door in less than a second, rushing down the staircase and away from what you'd done but not before you're out of earshot as James screams the word "Fuck!" like a broken man.

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