Can I request a james potter x reader who has a moment to just appreciate his hands please? Just admiring the callouses from playing so much sports, tracing the small scars he got as a teen, loving how big it is compared to her own hand, definitely obsessed with the veins on it,,,, I just need him carnally 🙏🙏
girl me too… here's a little drabble for you <3
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There’s something about James’ hands. Well, actually, a lot of things. You’ve spent hours in your head, cataloging all of the things about him that make you dizzy, make your breath catch, and the one you keep coming back to is his hands.
They’re bigger than yours. You remember the first time he held your hand in his, gathered your palm against his own. His skin was rough and callused from years of riding a broom, but it felt like velvet against yours and made your blood surge. You’ve pressed your hand against his before, watched the way your fingers fail to reach the length of his. James always gives you the softest, sweetest look when you do that.
You like kissing his knuckles. The wrinkled skin is rough against your lips, and James sighs like you’re soothing him. You give care and attention to each one, especially when his hands are sore after a rough practice. You’ve perfected hand massages, your thumbs digging into the perfect places to make him groan and sigh and bite his lip.
You’ve memorized every scar, and you know every story, even the ones he got before you. You know about one prank gone wrong that resulted in a burn across the back of his left hand, leaving the skin there just the faintest bit lighter than the skin around it. You also know about a journey through the Forbidden Forest that resulted in the jagged, white line across his middle and fourth fingers on his left hand. You tuck each detail away, every piece of him having a special place in your heart.
You also know what his fingers feel like inside you. When the pads of his fingers press against that squishy, wonderful spot deep within, his thumb tracing quick circles over your clit. You never knew someone could make you feel so good with just their fingers until you met James. He whispers quiet, filthy words in your ears as he pumps his fingers in and out, and he curls them just enough to have you squirming. You daydream about the way they feel in your mouth, pressed against your tongue.
You love the way his fingers feel when they’re curled around your neck while he’s fucking you, or gripping your jaw when he’s got his bicep around your throat. And, you love the way they feel when he brushes your hair away from your face or traces a soft line over your cheek in the afterglow.
You love all of him, of course. But… there’s something about his hands.
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© prettydaisygirl
