welcome to kinktober .⋆♱ this is my first year participating and i am sooo excited! the fics will be shorter blurbs to longer drabbles, and some will be porn without plot and others will have plot and (of course) smut. which is why this event is strictly 18+ mdni!! please read the warnings on each fic before proceeding <3
oct 1. sex tape / belly bulge ⋆ james potter
oct 3. vibrator / caught masturbating ⋆ roommate!sirius black
oct 5. pregnancy / breeding ⋆ husband!james potter
oct 7. kneeling / praise ⋆ poly!wolfstar
oct 10. thigh riding / innocence kink ⋆ sirius black
oct 11. somnophilia ⋆ james potter
oct 13. period sex ⋆ james potter
oct 15. eiffel tower / degredation ⋆ poly!prongsfoot
oct 17. tit fucking / just the tip / cock warming ⋆ james potter
I feel like jily would see reader and both be like oh fuck and then decide to just adopt/bring them into the relationship. Like they sit by reader at meals, James butters both lily’s toast and readers, lily sits on the couch by reader in the common room and puts her head in their lap while snatching their essay out of their hand to proofread while James sits on the floor and lily mindlessly plays with his hair, they save reader a seat at the three broomsticks on hogsmeade days. And poor reader just thinks they’re friends, or maybe they decided they need a kid since they act so married/mom and dad. And one day Lily or James is like yea my partners and reader is like uh as in plural? And both James and Lily whip their heads around and are like yea moron us three???? What did you think was happening???
Thanks for requesting!
a/n: Please do not misconstrue my participation in the marauders fandom as support of JKR. If you’re new here and want to participate in the fandom, I encourage you to do so without participating in anything that would provide financial gain to her or her transphobic agendas
hogwarts uni au
poly!Jily x fem!reader ♡ 1k words
All three occupants of the table light up when you and Remus enter the Three Broomsticks.
“Move,” Lily tells Sirius promptly.
He scoffs, but happily vacates his seat next to James in favor of one on the other side of the table, where Remus can sit next to him. “Fuck off, Evans.”
James slides out of his chair and into the next. “Saved you a seat,” he says, smiling that megawatt smile that jellies your legs. He pulls out the newly empty chair between himself and Lily.
“Oh.” You falter only a moment at the fact that they’re not sitting together before taking it. “Thanks.”
“Is this new?” Lily touches the pompom of your hat. It’s the faintest brush of her fingers, and yet your face heats like a struck match. Her eyes find yours, fond. “You look very cute.”
“Thanks,” you say again, quieter.
She smiles. “What kept you two?”
“Transmutation paper,” Remus answers for you, collapsing into the chair next to Sirius’. Your lips tug fondly as you watch how Sirius curls into his side, Remus’ arm coming around the other boy’s shoulders almost unthinkingly. “Our professor’s got his pants in a twist about structure. Wants us to hit every point of the rubric in order.”
“Tyrant,” Sirius decides immediately.
“Same one who gave us a paper due during reading week, too.”
“Knew I hated him. We should spell his shoes into tar.”
“Do you want me to read it over for you?” Lily offers, while Remus and Sirius sidebar about how a shoe-to-tar spell might be achieved. “I can compare with the rubric if you’d like a fresh set of eyes.”
“You don’t have to,” you try, but Lily waves you off, beckoning for it.
“While you do that,” says James, standing, “I’ll go get drinks. Moony, what’ll you have?”
“Whiskey sour, please,” Remus replies. He’s taking out his own essay, newly paranoid that he’s missed a point.
“Yuck. And you want a cider, angel?”
You assume for a moment that James must mean Lily, but she already has a drink. He’s looking at you. You didn’t realize he knew your usual order.
“Yes, please,” you say.
James goes to the bar, while Lily leans closer to praise you for an apt transition between your thesis and first argument. Her shoulder bumps into yours, a warmth you can feel through the layers separating you. It’s innocuous. But you wonder if Lily would be so comfortable around you if she knew of your giant, shameful crush on both her and her boyfriend.
It’s hardly your first forbidden crush (you carried a torch for Remus for months after he and Sirius got together) but it’s definitely new for you to have a crush on two people who are in a relationship together. Because fate likes to laugh at you, James and Lily decided they’d like to be your closest friends right around the time you started having feelings for them both. You feel a bit accomplished for having gone undetected for so long. Lily is smart; you thought she’d clock your puppy eyes within a week of getting to know you better, but so far nothing has seemed to deter the couple from wanting to spend more time with you.
“This is good,” Lily says, still skimming the end of your paper. “I can’t imagine what your professor could fault you for. You’ve laid everything out perfectly.”
“Ooh, high praise,” James teases, setting down your cider in front of you. A short glass has appeared in front of Remus. James lays his arm across the back of your chair casually. “Give her a break from school, love.”
“Wait.” Remus sends Lily a sheepish look. “Will you read mine?”
James laughs. “I think both of my girls deserve a break.”
“Hear hear!” Sirius lifts his glass, while the words my girls are still echoing around in your head like a song that sticks. “Speaking of, Prongs, do you want to do something off-campus on Friday?”
“Not this Friday,” James replies unhesitatingly. “We have a date.”
You turn to him, a bit wounded. “This Friday?”
James’ eyebrows raise. “Yeah. Did you forget?”
“I just…I thought we were going to the cinema on Friday.”
“That’s what I meant.” He squeezes your shoulder, giving you a bemused smile. “So like I was telling Pads, we have plans Friday.”
“Oh, sorry.” You feel silly. “The word ‘date’ threw me.”
Lily looks up then, her brows bunched to James’ raised.
“...Why would that be?” James asks.
“Because…” you say slowly, hoping one of them will finish for you. When they don’t, you flounder. “Well, is it a date?”
“Of course it is,” James replies.
You reel.
“Oh, lovely.” Lily sounds a strange mix of fond and empathetic. “Did you not know we were asking you on a date? What do you think the other night at our apartment was?”
“Studying,” you say tightly.
James nods. “A study date.”
“Right, but—when you called it that, I didn’t take it for—you know, anything. Remus and I have study dates all the time.”
“You what?” Sirius rounds on his boyfriend, who is doing his best to appear as though he isn’t listening.
“What did you think was happening between us?” Lily asks you.
You look at her helplessly. “Friendship?” With the added flavor of one-sided, hopeless pining.
“Godric.” James runs a hand through his hair. When he breathes out, his lips twitch; it’s like he’s incurable. “Well, would you want to date? Since apparently we haven’t started yet.”
“How many dates do you think we’ve had?”
“Four, love.”
“Five,” Lily corrects him. “You’re forgetting the pond.”
“Right. Five.”
You gawp at them, replaying every hour you’ve spent alone together in your head. It did feel strange that they kept inviting you along to things. But you only thought you were their very special third wheel.
“I’d like to be on a date,” you say.
James’ grin splits his face, and Lily laughs breathlessly. “Great,” she says. “We can consider this our first.”
Summary - After a prank in earlier years goes horribly wrong, leaving someone humiliated, Y/N begins to distance themselves from the Marauders. The boys you once loved and trusted—the ones who used to make you laugh, who felt like home—now feel like strangers. Over the next two years, your friendship quietly dissolves, leaving teachers and classmates puzzled at the sudden coldness and avoidance.
Warning - angsty , friends to strangers, prank gone wrong, forced proximity, awkwardness, longing, yearning , eventual jealousy, replacement and deep ANGST
A/n - hello my loveliess this was based on the song 𝓟𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓫𝔂 𝓢𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓪 𝓖𝓸𝓶𝓮𝔃 so i was listening to it and I had this random idea! This is gonna be a 2 parter maybe more?? Idk if I wanna do a happy or bittersweet ending.
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The courtyard rang with laughter. Loud, echoing, sharp enough to sting.
James had Snape dangling in midair, robes over his head, pale legs flashing in the sunlight. Sirius’s bark of laughter carried across the stone, Remus sat with his lips curved into something halfway between amusement and tolerance, Peter was practically choking from how hard he was laughing.
And then Lily laughed.
It was quick, sharp, unexpected — like she’d been caught up in the moment. A flicker of schadenfreude before her expression faltered, before her fury reared up and she turned on James. But you’d seen it. You couldn’t unsee it. The sound of Lily Evans laughing at Severus Snape’s humiliation settled heavy in your chest.
Everyone else was doubled over, gasping, wheezing, clutching at one another’s shoulders like this was the height of comedy. You weren’t laughing. You couldn’t.
Because all you saw was Snape’s face — blotchy, pale, humiliated. His eyes weren’t wide with anger; they were wide with shame. And something in you recoiled.
You had warned them. That morning, when Sirius had gleefully told you about the plan, you’d felt your stomach turn. “Don’t,” you’d said, softer than you meant to. “This isn’t just a joke. It’ll go too far.”
Sirius had winked, brushing it off with that careless grin. James had waved you off, too caught up in his theatrics. Remus had looked at you like he almost agreed, but he didn’t say anything. He never did when it came to the boys.
And now here it was. Exactly what you feared.
“Put him down,” you said, your voice louder than you expected. The laughter quieted just a little, curious glances flicking your way.
James smirked, his wand still aimed at Snape. “What’s the matter, Y/N? He’s loving the attention.”
“Yeah,” Sirius added, “you’ve got to admit, it’s hilarious.”
“Hilarious?” you snapped, your chest tightening. You turned to look at Snape again, trembling in midair, fists clenched uselessly. “Does that look hilarious to you? He’s humiliated.”
“He’s Snivellus,” James corrected, as though that explained everything.
“He’s a person,” you shot back, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. “A person you decided doesn’t deserve dignity. And you’re all laughing like this is fun. It’s not. It’s cruel.”
Silence spread. Sirius’s smirk faltered. Remus’s face tightened, eyes darting away. Peter looked between them like a child watching parents argue.
And James — James looked at you like you’d just betrayed him.
“Oh, come on, Y/N,” he said, voice softer now, coaxing. “Don’t tell me you’re siding with him.”
You shook your head, breath catching. “I’m not siding with him, I’m siding with what’s right. You — all of you — used to be better than this. Or maybe I was too blind to see you weren’t.”
That landed. You saw it in James’s eyes, in the way Sirius’s jaw clenched.
Lily spoke up then, her voice sharp as glass. “Enough, Potter. Put him down.” She sounded furious, but you couldn’t shake the memory of her laugh, the sound that had joined the others for one terrible moment.
And you realized you were done.
When James finally dropped Snape, leaving him to scramble away with his pride in tatters, you didn’t stay by the Marauders’ side. You crossed the courtyard and offered Snape your hand. He stared at you like he didn’t know what to do with it, suspicion and pride warring on his face. But he took it. Slowly.
Behind you, you could feel the weight of four gazes, burning holes into your back.
“You’re making a mistake,” Sirius called after you, his voice laced with something almost desperate.
You didn’t turn. “No,” you said, steady despite the lump in your throat. “I think I’m finally seeing clearly.”
And you walked with Snape. And later, with others — the ones who had been on the receiving end of the Marauders’ laughter, who had always seemed like background noise. You found yourself sitting with them, listening to them. Realizing you weren’t alone.
But the Marauders looked at you differently after that. As though you were a stranger.
And you felt it too.
Because people go from people you know to people you don’t.
It didn’t happen all at once. It never does.
At first, you thought the prank was just a fracture. A crack in something you thought was unbreakable. A fight, harsh words, then maybe apologies later. That’s how it always used to be.
But this time… there was no apology.
James threw himself back into chasing Lily, determined to win her over after the humiliation of her shouting at him in front of half the school. And slowly — painfully — she stopped glaring so much. She started laughing with them again, sitting a little closer, lingering a little longer.
It was your seat she filled. Your place at the table. Your spot on the couch in the common room, where you’d curl against Sirius’s side or steal Remus’s book just to annoy him. You’d pass by and see her there — smiling, vibrant, magnetic — and the boys drinking her in like sunlight.
And you… you were a shadow.
Ravenclaw Tower became your refuge. Books stacked high around you, parchment stained with ink, but you couldn’t drown out the silence. The silence where their laughter used to be. The silence of not being dragged into trouble, or pulled under an Invisibility Cloak, or teased until you were smiling despite yourself.
You started treating them like strangers because it hurt too much to treat them like home. Polite nods in corridors, clipped words when you had to share space, no warmth, no softness. It was easier this way — to pull back before they could push you out completely.
But the thing was… they noticed.
Sirius tried first, cornering you in the library one night. He had that reckless grin plastered on like armor, but his eyes were searching. “What’s with the cold shoulder, love? Too good for us now?”
You’d looked up from your essay, heart aching, and said evenly: “I just don’t know who you are anymore.”
The smile slipped. Just a fraction. He left without another word.
Remus was quieter, watching you from across classrooms, trying to catch your eye. When you wouldn’t, he looked down like it was his own fault. Maybe it was.
Peter stopped bothering. His laughter came easier now when you weren’t around to temper it.
And James… James was the worst of all. Because every time you saw him, Lily was there. Filling the spaces you’d left. And he looked at her the way he used to look at you — like the sun rose and set just for him.
And maybe that was the cruelest prank of all — not the one they played on Snape. But the one time played on you.
At first, no one took it seriously. The Marauders and you, distant? It was laughable. Students had seen you bicker before, sulk for a day or two, even storm off dramatically — but it never lasted. You always came back together, as inevitable as gravity. So when you started sitting at the Ravenclaw table instead of squeezing onto the end of the Gryffindor bench, people whispered that it was temporary. A sulk, a spat.
Even the teachers assumed it would pass. McGonagall once called out partners for Transfiguration and said, “Potter, Y/N,” with a faint smile, as though putting you together would fix whatever stubbornness lingered. You’d both worked in silence, parchment scraping against wood, wands raised without a single word shared. She’d watched you both with a crease in her brow, like she couldn’t quite understand it.
The common room was buzzing, the fire crackling. You were curled sideways in a chair, Sirius sprawled across the rug at your feet, flicking Bertie Bott’s beans into your mouth while James kept score. Remus sat on the armrest beside you, pretending to read, but his lips twitched every time you nudged him with your shoulder. Peter was dozing, quill slipping from his fingers. “Merlin,” James had said suddenly, grinning wide, “we’re going to be legends, you know that?” You’d laughed, tossing a bean at his head. “You’re insufferable, Potter.” Sirius had smirked. “Admit it. You love us.” And you had smiled — that soft, aching kind of smile that only comes when you’re exactly where you belong.
Weeks turned into months, and still you kept your distance. You passed them in the corridors without slowing your step, answered questions in class like they were just any other students. Polite, cool, detached. You refused to let yourself look back.
The whispers grew sharper. “They used to be inseparable,” younger students said as you walked by. “Do you think it was serious? A fight?” You heard your name on their lips more often in reference to what you used to be than who you were now.
Third year — snow was falling in thick, wet clumps on the road to Hogsmeade. Sirius and James ran ahead, kicking up clouds of white, Peter trailing after them with his scarf slipping loose. Remus slowed to walk beside you, brushing snow from your hair with careful fingers. “You’ll catch cold,” he teased. You’d rolled your eyes. “And you won’t?” He’d shrugged and tugged his own scarf from his neck, wrapping it snugly around yours. “I’ll be fine. You, I worry about.” From up ahead, Sirius’s voice cut through the air. “Oi! Stop flirting and hurry up!” Remus’s ears went scarlet, and you laughed so hard you nearly slipped on the ice.
By sixth year, the professors stopped pairing you with them altogether. The distance had calcified, thick and unyielding. Even the castle seemed to accept it — the Marauders and Lily Evans on one side, you on the other. A new shape to an old story. Students said it was odd, but no one questioned it anymore.
Late nights used to be yours. Four boys and you huddled under an Invisibility Cloak, hearts pounding as Filch’s lantern swung past. James whispering strategies for a midnight Quidditch match, Sirius snorting too loud until Remus smacked him, Peter giggling helplessly. You’d pressed your hand to your mouth to stifle your laugh, your shoulder brushing Sirius’s, your other hand steady against Remus’s arm. The thrill of being young and invincible had burned in your chest, brighter than any fire.
The announcement came at breakfast.
You were halfway through buttering toast when Flitwick tapped his goblet with a spoon, voice carrying just enough to silence the hum of Ravenclaw table.
“Prefect patrols will be slightly altered this term,” he said, his tone bright but deliberate. “Owing to… scheduling conflicts, a few of you will find yourselves with new partners. Do check the noticeboard before your next duty.”
The ripple of chatter started instantly, students leaning in, whispering. You didn’t think much of it — not until your name came up.
“Ravenclaw: y/l/n. Partnered with… Lupin.”
The knife slipped in your hand, smearing butter across your sleeve.
Across the Hall, at the Gryffindor table, Remus looked up from his book. His gaze flicked to you for the briefest second before snapping away, as though neither of you had heard what was just said. But the way Sirius nudged him, the smirk James half-failed to hide — it was obvious they had.
The whispers around you were worse.
Wait — weren’t they—?”
“Didn’t they used to be…?”
“I thought she swore she’d never—”
You shoved your plate aside and stood before the whispers could weave themselves into knives. You didn’t need reminding.
Once, that name paired with yours had meant something different. Laughter echoing off the stones, ink-stained notes swapped mid-patrol, the quiet safety of someone who saw you without needing words.
Now it was just strategy. Teacher meddling. A calculated, insulting move.
Later, when you confronted Flitwick after Charms, his eyes had twinkled in that maddening way that told you he thought he was being clever.
“Change is good for the soul, Miss y/l/n. Perhaps you and Mr. Lupin will find common ground again.”
Common ground. As though friendship were a misplaced quill you could simply pick up after years of pretending not to see it.
You walked out of the classroom without answering.
The corridors feel too quiet. You keep your eyes on the floor, shoulders stiff, wand in hand, moving deliberately. Every step echoes off the stone, precise, controlled.
Remus walks beside you, close enough to sense, far enough to not touch. He shifts, flexes his fingers, jaw tight. He doesn’t speak, not yet. You don’t look at him, don’t breathe his name.
“…Should we check the east stairwell first?” His voice is low, careful.
“Mm,” you murmur, eyes forward. No warmth, no inflection, nothing more.
A pause. He adjusts his robes, the faint scrape of fabric against stone sounding impossibly loud. “…Or the west corridor, maybe?”
“West works,” you reply flatly, slow, clipped. Each word is deliberate.
He shifts again. Fingers flex, unclench. He exhales softly, mutters something under his breath you don’t hear clearly. You keep your pace steady. Eyes forward. Shoulder stiff. Heart tight.
“…Window there?” he asks after another long pause.
“Check it,” you reply. Short. Neutral. Almost sharp in its brevity.
His jaw flexes. Fists twitch at his sides. He takes a careful step, then stops. Silence stretches. Heavy, suffocating, dragging. He doesn’t speak again. You don’t either.
Step. Step. Step.
“…Corner ahead,” he says finally, quiet, almost inaudible.
“Turn it,” you say, tone neutral, eyes fixed straight ahead.
Step. Step. Step.
He adjusts his robes again. Small, controlled sigh. Fists clench and unclench. His gaze flickers briefly toward you, but he doesn’t meet your eyes. You don’t notice. You don’t look.
Step. Step. Step.
By the end of the patrol, the silence is thick. Words exist only for the function of walking the halls, nothing else. He’s tense, jaw tight, fists trembling slightly. You’re rigid, heart tight, every word clipped, every breath careful.
Step. Step. Step.
Neither of you speaks beyond necessity. The tension doesn’t break. It stretches, heavy and unbearable, until the patrol ends.
The morning sun slants through the tall windows of the classroom, painting stripes of light across the polished desks. For once, you feel lighter than you have in weeks. No patrols today. No dragging steps through empty corridors, no echoing footsteps pressing against your nerves. Just a normal class. A normal morning. Maybe even a little peace.
You stretch, letting your shoulders loosen for the first time in ages. Your quill taps idly against your parchment as you glance around the classroom, faint smile teasing the corners of your lips. Today could be… nice.
“Ah, good morning, everyone!” Slughorn’s voice breaks through, bright and exaggerated, filling the room like a burst of sunlight. You almost relax completely—until he begins calling out the groupings.
“And Y/N,” he says, his eyes sparkling in that way that always makes your stomach twist, “you’ll be working with… Mr. Potter and Mr. Black. Excellent. A very lively combination, yes, yes.”
Your quill freezes mid-tap. Your chest tightens instantly. “Excuse me?” you say, sharper than you intended. Your voice rings out clear and precise across the row. “You’re pairing me with them?”
Slughorn beams like he’s delivered the best news in the world. “Indeed! I thought a dynamic trio would do wonders for your project. Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, do take good care of our Y/N.”
The warmth of the morning drains out of you like water from a leaky cup. The sunlight feels suddenly harsh. The polished wood of your desk feels too smooth, too bright. You press your lips together, forcing yourself not to scowl.
You glance at James. He’s grinning already, hair perfectly messy, eyes sparkling with that confident charm that usually makes people laugh. Sirius leans casually against his desk, smirk teasing the corners of his mouth. Both of them look exactly the same as they always do. Exactly the same. And you feel your mood splinter into sharp little shards.
James nudges his notebook toward you, grinning like nothing has changed. “So, first step—uh, do you want to handle the first bit, or should I?”
You don’t look up. You tap your quill against your parchment. “I’ll do it,” you say flatly, tone short and precise. No warmth. No hesitation.
Sirius leans over, smirking, trying the same old charm he usually wields effortlessly. “Relax, Y/N. It’s just a project. We’ll make it fun, like always.”
You blink at him once, slow, deliberate. “Fun isn’t my priority,” you reply. Cold. Controlled. He stiffens slightly but doesn’t push further.
James laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “Right, okay… well, uh, I guess we just—”
“Step one,” you interrupt, tapping your quill on the page. “Read the instructions. Then we move.”
Sirius glances at James, his smirk faltering. He mutters something under his breath, low enough that you can’t hear, but the tension radiating from him is clear. James notices it too, shoulders stiffening, grin fading.
They try again. Sirius nudges your notes lightly. “See? Nothing’s changed. We’re still the same team. You’re still—”
“Focused,” you cut him off, tone clipped. Eyes forward. Hands busy on the parchment. “Let’s stick to the project.”
Both boys freeze for a fraction of a second. James swallows. Sirius tilts his head, finally noticing the lack of softness in your voice, the deliberate distance in your posture, the way you refuse even the slightest glance.
“…Y/N....you hv changed..,” James says softly, almost.
You shrug lightly, not looking at him. “I’m the same. Just… focused.”
Sirius exhales, long and sharp, fingers flexing. James opens his mouth again but stops, jaw tightening. They exchange a glance.
“Right,” Sirius mutters finally, voice low. “Okay… we get it.”
James nods slowly, frowning, his usual easy confidence gone. “Yeah. We… we’re not going to pretend everything’s like before, are we?”
You keep your eyes on your work, shoulders stiff. “No,” you say quietly. No more.
The room falls into a heavy silence. Not uncomfortable in the usual playful way, but thick, taut, suffocating. The charm and teasing they usually wield are useless. You’ve made it clear: things have changed, and they finally understand.
Step by step, word by word, the energy between you three shifts. They’re cautious now, moving slower, speaking less, testing the waters of your new distance. You stay precise, clipped, unyielding. The tension coils tighter, quiet but undeniable, as the project continues.
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# 𝐨𝐜𝐭 𝟏 — JAMES POTTER | face sitting. orgasm control. squirting.
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summary: you get offered a permanent position at the firm and the potters invite you to dinner to celebrate. they're very gracious hosts
warnings: nsfw mdni! pervy boss, inappropriate work relationships & hr nightmares, age gap, objectification, degradation (use of slut + whore), kissing, nipple play, groping, piv sex, praise kink? power dynamics, dom!lily and james and submissive!r, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, pls let me know if i have missed any i'm not used to tagging smut!!
me: this is the final part of mr carter!! i have enjoyed writing it sm and im so glad that yall seem to enjoy it too! i dont have any more parts planned BUT if i got a request i was inspired by i wouldnt be against writing more!!
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Two weeks before the end of your internship, you got the email you’d been dreaming of: an offer for a permanent position in the firm. Low level, of course, but low level could lead to higher levels, and your dream of being a partner could become your reality.
You rang Lily as soon as you got the offer, squealing over the call. She matched your energy, congratulations flowing as she invited you over for dinner with her and James. You accepted immediately.
As well as being intensely attracted to both participants of the couple, you thought of them as real friends. You texted and called Lily often to ask for advice as a young woman in the city or just to chat, and even when you were surrounded by coworkers and unable to sneak away for a hookup, James was more than friendly and always down for a laugh with you.
So when the invitation came your way, you didn’t hesitate to accept.
You didn’t know why you were so stressed about what to wear; it’s not like either of the Potters really cared what you looked like, plus Lily had already seen you naked. You doubted anything would change if you wore the wrong t-shirt.
You stared at yourself in the mirror as you pulled on your lavender lingerie set, the one that Lily picked out for you. You inspected your features almost methodically, ensuring you looked as good as possible before moving on to the rest of your outfit.
After the lingerie, your outer layer seemed like a no-brainer: something Lily had picked out for you. Wearing things specially selected by Lily gave you a crazy feeling in your stomach (or your pussy), a sense of submission by having your choice made for you.
You stared at your appearance, biting your lip as you considered the ridiculousness of it. Dressing up to appeal to a married couple like you were some kind of harlot. Luckily, harlot is a cute word, and you were really too enraptured by the Potters to care.
Still, there you were in a tiny sundress which showcased the entire top half of your breasts, cleavage accentuated next to the white cotton neckline. If you moved too much, the lavender lace would be revealed, but you figured that was okay for a sit-down dinner. Plus, it was only you and the Potters; it wasn’t like you were out at a fancy restaurant.
You stood at their front door, smoothing down your much-too-short skirt as you shifted from foot to foot.
Lily opened the door, face lighting up as she set eyes on you.
“Hello, lovely!” She cooed, wrapping her arms around you. Lily ushered you inside, one hand still holding yours as she led you through a house you were now familiar with.
You entered the warmly lit kitchen to the most delicious smell, and the most delicious view of James in a snug-fitting t-shirt, stirring something over the stove.
“There she is! Our big lawyer,” He grinned, turning toward you with open arms. When his hands rested on your ass, you froze, but it didn’t take long before you melted into his touch.
As you pulled away from him, the sensation of his hands lingering on your body made you realise it was the first time you’d spent any substantial time with both Potters. That changed the dynamic; all summer, you’d been in low-key denial that they were really a married couple, and so it was alright that you were fooling around with both of them. You’d never mentioned any of your actions to the other, but you’d thought about having both of them at the same time more than you could count.
“Do you drink white wine, honey?” Lily asked, perusing an impressive collection of wine, a subtle reflection of their wealth. You nodded, taking a seat at their kitchen island, the same one you’d seen Lily and James fucking on months ago. You pressed your thighs together as the image flashed in your mind, visions of Lily’s breasts and James’s erection plaguing you as you tried to focus on the conversation happening around you.
You clinked glasses with the couple and immediately took a mouthful of wine, hoping it would clear the horny thoughts from your mind. It did work for a second, mostly because you took too much in one mouthful and had to focus on not choking.
Lily and James led you to the table to wait for the main meal to be ready. You sat around the gorgeous oak wood dining table, chatting with wine and cheese as a record played in the corner. It was soft, underscoring your chatter, but you thought it sounded like Billie Holiday.
You listened eagerly as Lily and James told you how they met and their long-lived school rivalry, mooning over their childhood love story. In return, you answered all of their questions, even as they got more and more personal.
“And that was the last time we ever forgot to lock the dormitory,” James laughed as Lily put a hand over his, smiling mischievously.
“What about you? I’m sure you have some wild stories, getting caught, weird places.” Lily looked at you, grasping your hand with an encouraging squeeze.
“Oh, I don’t know… honestly, I’m kind of boring. A boyfriend’s parents walked in one time? Humiliating, but really the extent of any wild experiences.” Both Potters laughed, probably too enthusiastic for the mild tale you spilled, a look passing between them that you didn’t quite catch.
A half hour later, you were deep in dinner, accompanied by another two glasses of wine, the mood intimate in the low light. James had turned the main light in the room off, only a few gorgeous lamps and some candles illuminating you all.
Unfortunately for you, the warm, dim lighting made your hosts look fucking unreal. The shadows and highlights of their faces were emphasised, giving them almost a predatory look, like you were what was for dessert.
You couldn’t look at them as you finished the last of your plate, afraid of the stupid, horny things you’d end up saying under the influence of more wine than you’d typically consume.
Lily collected all of your empty plates as James led you down to the couch in their sitting room, a hand on your lower back as he occasionally did at work. You shivered from the touch, but James was kind enough to pretend he didn’t notice.
He sat down next to you, knee resting against your thigh. He continued chatting about his football team after you’d asked about it earlier, not stopping as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You looked at him with wide eyes, somehow surprised by his advances.
James was leaning in closer, eyes trained on your lips, when Lily returned, holding a bottle of dessert wine and picturesque strawberry shortcakes. Much to your dismay, he pulled away, grinning at his wife.
“This looks gorgeous, love!”
You had only a moment of silence as you tucked into the dessert before you’d all found something else to talk about, moving from music to films to anything else that moved through your brain.
The alcohol the Potters had been insistently feeding you was flowing through your body, making your movements slow and head dizzy. You were excessively giggly, set off at the slightest hint of a joke. Lily and James clearly thought it was adorable, teasing you and your floaty state as all three of you were huddled together despite the size of the couch.
You leant against James as you laughed particularly hard at something ridiculous, too drunk to notice Lily’s hungry gaze or the way James’ hands sat snug on your hips, fingers playing with the hem of your dress, which had ridden up as you moved.
It was half twelve before you glanced at the time, jumping with a start.
“Oh my god, I have totally overstayed my welcome, I am so sorry! I’ll head off.” You pushed yourself up to stand with a start, swaying slightly from the several glasses of wine in your system.
James was up faster than Lily, though they both stabilised you with comforting arms around you.
“Darling, we’re all drunk. You can’t get on the train alone like this, and neither of us should be driving. Just stay the night, our guest room is lovely.”
At that point in the night, you were severely mellowed out and probably malleable to just about anything your intoxicatingly seductive hosts could suggest. You nodded, letting yourself be led through the house between both Potters, nobody mentioning how Lily’s arm was around your waist and James’ hand was cupping your ass. It didn’t occur to drunk-you that it might be wrong.
Lily had lent you a pair of her silky, translucent pyjamas for the night and had given you free access to all the expensive skin care in the Potter's glamorous bathroom. You didn’t use any of course, except for a makeup remover and some moisturiser. Rubbing it into your skin, you felt suddenly self-conscious, like you were parading as Lily in her skimpy lilac nightgown and luxurious creams.
“That is so your colour,” Lily said when you emerged fresh-faced. You thanked her sheepishly, blushing when James gave you an appreciative once-over from his spot behind her on what would soon be your bed.
“Thanks for letting me stay here, Mister and Mrs Potter, and for the dinner. It really means a lot, I’m so grateful for you both.” You might’ve been a bit of a sappy drunk, but you really did mean it. The Potters were the most amazing people you’d ever met, even if they did have ulterior motives in helping you.
“We’re just across the hall. Please wake us up if you need anything else.”
“Or want anything from us,” James added. The innuendo was there, but could have easily been explained by his simple hospitality.
What couldn’t be so easily explained was when Lily leant in for what was probably intended to be a friendly peck on the cheek, but landed on your lips, lingering there until you probably couldn’t claim it was accidental anymore. Nor when James did the same, hand holding your cheek to create intimacy. Nor when nobody mentioned it, trading cheerful goodnights as they left you alone.
You were no longer quite as drunk as before, but still buzzed enough to have a hazy, pleasurable feeling clouding your mind. You knocked out the second you lay back on the Potter’s plush guest bed.
It wasn’t long before you gained consciousness again, the clock on the bedside table showing only 30 minutes had gone by. You were sure there was still wine in your system, but you didn’t feel drunk anymore, staring at the ceiling as you willed yourself to go back to sleep.
In the silence of the room, you heard movement out past the hall. You originally didn’t think much of it; it was totally believable that the Potters were still cleaning up from the meal or getting ready for bed. You started to listen more closely when you realised the sound was rhythmic and repetitive, and you knew instantly in your core what was happening: Lily and James were having sex whilst you were in their house, wearing Lily’s pyjamas.
Silently, you crept towards the closed door of the guest room, sitting and pressing your ear to the wood. You could hear a headboard hitting the wall quietly and muffled grunts and moans.
Your panties were instantly soaked, dripping as their voices flooded your ears. Suddenly, your head felt heavy again, like you were drunk, but you knew better, heady with lust.
Your hands were running across your body before you knew what was happening, one moving to tease your nipple over the silk nightgown, the other creeping down to your lacy panties, just beginning to tease yourself over the scrap of fabric.
You grew wetter by the second, your fingers moving faster until you decided it wasn’t enough, spreading your legs a little wider so you could push the crotch to the side, giving you better access to your soaked cunt.
A first finger had just slipped into your hole when you heard something you didn’t expect. Your name.
“Fuck,” You heard James groan, repeating your name like it was you he was fucking. You froze.
“Yeah, baby, just think about how fucking tight her pretty little pussy would be, how nice she’d milk your cock.” Lily’s voice was husky and seductive, hitching as James clearly picked up the pace, the rhythmic thud of the headboard increasing in tempo.
You gasped, then plunged your fingers back inside yourself more aggressively.
The fucking continued, and both Potters continued to call your name. You realised with a start that this was your chance. If you didn’t do something now, you may never get another chance to be with both Potters.
You hesitantly stood up straight and knocked on their bedroom door, immediately regretting it. They’d hate you, they’d think it was weird, why the fuck would you interrupt them having sex? They were married! Holy shit, you wished you’d just stayed in bed and —
“Is everything okay, lovely?” Lily opened the door, and you couldn’t help how your mouth fell agape. Lily was completely naked, standing confidently in the open doorway; she hadn’t even pretended to be shy by cracking it a sliver.
You truly couldn’t help the way your eyes wandered, taking in her full godly form for the first time. Lily was adorned with freckles from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, a divine figure of curves and creamy skin. Her nipples were a rosy pink and were clearly begging for attention; you could easily imagine James toying with them until they were raw and abused.
Your eyes strayed lower without your permission, fixating on her glistening pussy, arousal spread around her thighs a testament to the act you’d interrupted. That made you look at James, surprised at the way he lounged against the headboard in a salacious manspread, not even trying to cover his leaking cock. When he saw you staring at it with wide eyes, he winked, slowly jerking himself off as he focused on your body.
You realised you’d just been staring between the couple for far too long and tried to figure out how to broach the subject without explicitly begging them to eiffel tower you.
“Hey, um, I heard you call my name, and I just wanted to make sure everything’s okay?” You shifted from foot to foot, trying desperately not to stare at Lily’s bare body, glistening with sweat.
“Oh,” Lily said, a small smile developing, “You heard that? What else did you hear?”
“Um, I, uh, heard you guys moaning and—”
“Having sex?”
“Yeah.” You looked at the floor, becoming more regretful by the minute. You should have gone home, you should have minded your business, you should have —
“Jamie,” Lily looked back over her shoulder to where her husband sat on top of the sheets, rosy cock still standing at attention, “I think our sweet girl is feeling left out and wants to play too.”
James was up in a second, any trace of shame absent as he stood in all his naked glory, slowly approaching you. You tried to keep your eyes on his, but his dick was so big and pretty it was making you salivate. You swallowed thickly.
“Is that it, doll? You wanna play with the adults?” He radiated confidence despite you being fully dressed and he naked, and you could only look at him with doe eyes as he sauntered towards you. You nodded, subconsciously licking your lips, which made James smirk something cocky. “Well, baby, I’m sure we can bend the rules to make it a game of three.”
He reached out towards you, hand caressing your cheek gently. You leaned into his touch, craving whatever he’d give you. The same hand slid down to your neck, soft yet authoritative as he pulled you towards him. Your lips parted slightly in anticipation, moving in sync with his the moment they finally collided.
The kiss was bruising, intense as you were finally allowed to explore each other, unrushed, no longer burdened by the threat of being found at work. James licked into your mouth possessively, smiling into you as he felt your willing submission, your utter trust in him and whatever he was going to do with you.
Your hands immediately found place on the broad expanse of his bare chest, finally feeling the rippling muscles usually concealed beneath exquisitely pressed white collared shirts. James deepened the kiss, devouring you like a starving man.
As you fell together, desperate for the other’s taste, you felt the distinct sensation of James’ straining hard on hitting your stomach while you made out, leaking and begging for attention.
You pulled apart long enough to look down between your bodies, beads of precum leaking from his pink slit onto your nightgown, an intoxicating wet spot forming where you joined.
“Fuck.” It came out as more of a moan than you expected, both hands gripping James’ face to return to your previous kiss with renewed vigour, devouring each other like horny teenagers.
Lily, not one to be ignored, approached your back, hands running up and down your sides. Goosebumps erupted where she touched you, every nerve in your body set alight as you stood pressed between the older couple.
One hand reached up to your shoulder, gently nudging the strap of your flimsy nightdress so it fell down your arm. Lily pressed kisses to the newly bare skin, getting rougher as she moved up to your neck, biting and sucking on the skin until you were sure she was leaving vicious marks. You couldn’t bring yourself to care even an ounce. You simply moaned louder into James’ open mouth, clutching him tightly as the stimulation sent pleasure up your spine.
Your reactions only increased as Lily’s hands snuck around your front, moving to your pert nipples to circle them lightly. You shivered from the almost ghost touch, enough to let you know she was there and in control, but not overpowering anything James was doing. Yet.
Your head fell back against Lily as she began pinching and rolling your left nipple between her fingers, letting a string of saliva fall from her mouth onto the area, adding a delicious change in temperature and sensation. Her free hand reached down between your and James’ bodies, firmly gripping his dick and beginning to jerk him off.
James pulled away from your lips to groan, forehead against yours as he breathed heavily. He locked eyes with his wife, a devious smile building on his lips.
“You know,” He said through a pant, hand moving to play with the nipple Lily wasn’t attending to, “When I told Lils about the first time we kissed, she squirted everywhere. Isn’t that right, babe?”
Lily hummed in agreement against your neck, leaving an especially sloppy kiss against the join between it and your collarbone. She moved suddenly, leaving your neck and breast alone as she dropped to the floor. Your nightgown had pooled around your waist, and Lily helped ease it down with her hands as her mouth moved in the opposite direction, kissing and licking from your shin up to your thigh.
“Well, when James heard about how pretty you looked cumming on our seats, he came inside me on the first pump.”
A broken moan escaped you, overwhelmed by the words and acts of service happening to you. You were more horny than you’d ever been in your life, slick dripping down your thighs in buckets.
“I did,” James admitted with a charming grin, “But how could I not when I get to hear about both my girls getting slutty together?” His words sent a jolt up your spine, and you threw yourself back to his lips as Lily made her way up to your sopping cunt, diving in with the same vigour as that day on her couch.
You turned to jelly at her moves, knees already shaking as she ate you out from behind. James pulled away to watch you struggle with lusty amusement, simultaneously taking in your bare naked form for the first time. He laughed meanly as you struggled to hold yourself up as Lily’s tongue pushed into your tight hole, pressing your eyes closed as the pleasure overwhelmed you.
“Baby, I think our guest is having a bit of trouble. Shall we take you to bed, sweetheart?”
You couldn’t speak, still focused on remaining upright, managing a shaky nod.
“Poor angel,” He cooed, sweeping you up in his arms, though you got the distinct impression he was making fun of you. James dropped you softly onto their huge bed, and you didn’t think you’d ever been on so comfortable a mattress — god bless your torrid work affair, at least being with filthy rich people.
“You like it?” Lily popped up next to her husband, fondling his ass cheek with a mischievous grin. At your nod, she seemed pleased. “Maybe we can all spend more time here together.” Despite all three of you being naked, it was her flirting that made you blush.
“Alright, pretty, now that you’re comfortable, we can really have some fun. Let me see that pussy, doll.” Shyly, you spread your legs, glistening pussy exposed to the married couple.
“Y’look so good like this, all splayed out for me.” James barely controlled his groan, climbing onto the bed with you, pushing your legs wider with huge hands.
He poked around at your pussy, thumb swiping over your clit, clearly enjoying the way your body twitched under him.
“What do you want, angel?” God, if James kept calling you these pet names, you were going to cum untouched.
“Fuck, you, Mister Potter, need you.”
“Need what, baby? Gotta be more specific.”
“Fingers! No, your cock, fuck, anything, please,” You babbled, not even noticing Lily sitting against the headboard, biting her lip at your frankly pathetic display.
“Aw, baby, if you insist,” James cooed, the finger that had been playing absentmindedly with your clit moving down to your tight hole. He smeared some of your arousal around your pussy before his middle finger probed your entrance, the stretch already making you whine.
“Thank you,” You repeated it like a mantra, hands grasping for something to ground yourself with. You were glad when Lily pulled you up against her, your back flush against her front.
Lily took over working your clit as James focused on stretching you out, adding another finger once you’d adjusted to what he already had thrusting in and out of you.
“More, please,” You panted as James had three fingers pushing in and out of you, curling inside you to elicit a bigger reaction.
“More, baby? So needy! Tell me what you want.”
“Your cock, please, sir, need you.” You had no idea where the title came from, but judging by the way James’ eyes darkened and his cock twitched, you’d awakened something for him.
“Oh, you wanna be my little office slut, huh? Prancing around in those fucking skirts so tight I could practically fuck you in ‘em… you’ll get what you want, dirty girl.”
James gripped the base of his cock, rubbing the tip over your folds and tapping it lightly. The sensation had you reeling, legs shaking before he’d even entered you. Just as James lined himself up with your entrance, you stopped him.
“Wait," you said, eyes trained on his leaking dick circling your hole, “Wanna make Mrs Potter feel good, too.”
The Potters locked eyes, both soft and furiously aroused at your words.
“Good girl,” James praised as he manhandled you into position, on your knees with your face level with Lily’s dripping pussy.
“You wanna eat my pussy, baby? You gonna make me come on your tongue?” Lily teased you, fingers holding open her folds so you could see your meal.
James nudged you towards his wife with a huge hand on the small of your back, and that was all the encouragement you needed.
You dove into Lily, lapping at her cunt like it was the last chance you’d ever get to. Lily’s fingers threaded through your hair, holding you so you were pressed against her pussy, nose nudging against her clit as you devoured her.
Lily’s soft, melodic moans spurred you on further, tongue prodding around her pretty pink hole. You pushed through the ring of muscle, grinning as Lily jerked under your stimulation, exhaling breathy sighs as you pleasured her.
James gave you time to get into a groove, lightly running his cock against your folds from behind, one hand gripping your hips to expose yourself to him further.
When he thought you were entranced enough in Lily’s taste, James began to push the fat, mushroom head of his cock into your hole. You almost screamed when you felt him inside you, impossibly thick and pulsating as he grew accustomed to the squeeze of your inner walls.
The cry you let out when you felt his intrusion was unholy, guttural and pornographic at the same time, sending delicious vibrations into Lily’s cunt that had her shaking beneath you.
It only got worse — and better — as James started moving, thrusting himself a little bit deeper each time his hips snapped towards you. You had never been stretched like you were when James was fucking you, your insides screaming with pure ecstasy.
“You ok, angel?” James asked, breathless from his pleasure. You pulled away long enough to confirm that “I’m fine, do not stop.”
James chuckled before picking up the pace, thrusting into you so fast you could feel his balls spanking your clit every time he sheathed himself to the hilt.
The tempo bled into your treatment of Lily, alternating the pressure you put on her soaked sex as you tried to focus on both pleasuring her and fucking yourself back into James. The treatment clearly worked, and Lily’s grip tightened in your hair to be almost painful, her freckled legs jerking uncontrollably as she reached her high. You sucked hard on her clit as Lily unravelled, soaking your chin as she orgasmed loudly, throwing her head back against the beautiful wood headboard.
You didn’t stop, though, continuing to lap at her sweet release until she was forcing your head away, expression somewhere between amusement and exhaustion as she tried to recover from her orgasm, and you guessed it hadn’t been her first of the night. Lily pulled you up for a sloppy kiss, moaning wantonly as she tasted her own release coating your tongue.
“C’mon, beautiful, want to see you come apart on my cock,” James said from behind you, and suddenly his broad chest was pressed against you, the heat almost unbearable along with the overwhelming sensations tingling across your body.
One huge, veiny forearm held James up as the other moved down to your clit, rubbing tight, quick circles right where you needed it most. You were so close, coil tightening as Lily returned to your abused nipples as she continued to make out with you like you were her last meal, licking and sucking your tongue, swallowing your moans.
James pressed against you, face near yours, breath tickling the shell of your ear.
“Y’squeezing me so tight, darling. You like being a little pet for us, hm? What a slut, going after two married people ten years older than you.”
“You like being a little whore for your boss?” Lily murmured against your lips, laughing when you groaned, “Fucking your way to the top like a stupid little bimbo.”
“It’s okay, baby. You can be our brainless little slut, stay here and get fucked by us forever.”
Their words sent you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. White spots blurred your vision, your entire brain turning to static as burning pleasure struck each nerve ending.
You slumped into Lily, and James slowed, but didn’t stop his movements.
“Keep going,” You begged, voice slightly muffled as you spoke into Lily’s skin, “Need you.”
“Fuck,” James grunted, picking up his pace and slamming back into you, eyes trained on where his cock thrust in and out of you, a thick creamy ring squelching at your entrance. His hands gripped your hips as he abused your tired cunt, dick twitching as he grew closer to his own orgasm.
“Go on, darling, come on your intern,” Lily purred, shivering as you started pressing kisses to her clit again. That was James’ final straw, blessing you both with a guttural moan as he pulled out of you, dick springing free with a quiet pop. He spilled himself all over your arched back, ropes of cum shooting up to your hair as James gently jerked himself through his orgasm.
There was a moment of stillness and silence between you all as you recouped after all of your respective orgasms. You started to shift, prying yourself away from where you were comfortable against Lily’s midsection.
“What’s wrong, angel?” James froze immediately, his tone a complete contrast from his dirty talk only moments ago.
“Want you to come in my mouth.” The words were bold, much more so than you’d usually be, but they came from the bottom of your heart. James’ expression darkened.
“Holy shit,” He groaned, “Yeah? You gonna suck my cock?” You nodded resolutely, crawling around the bed so your face was positioned over his dick, drenched in the remnants of your orgasm.
You pressed a dramatic kiss to his perfect pink tip, hand coming to grip the base. Your tongue flicked out for a cursory taste, the mix of James’ natural musk and arousal, along with your own cum, strangely not bad at all.
Your tongue ran smoothly along the underside of his length, eyes trained on James’ face to observe every reaction. He was keeping it together reasonably well until you took his head in your mouth, sucking like you had something to prove.
James’ head lolled back in pleasure, giving you ample time to admire his jaw and bobbing Adam’s apple as he felt your mouth move along his length, leaving behind trails of saliva.
You felt Lily shifting from behind you, moving over to her husband. You looked up at your favourite couple through your lashes, watching them sloppily make out like it was your evening entertainment.
You must have stalled, distracted by the show in front of you and simply drooling on James’s cock, because James’ huge fingers threaded through your hair, beginning to move your head for you, bobbing you up and down until you were gagging. He didn’t let up, and you didn’t want him to.
“Fuck, you’re such an adorable slut, aren’t you?” James’ voice was husky from lust, “Walk around all day like a clever little lawyer with brains in your head, but really you’re just made for this, aren’t you? You made for sucking cock, baby?” He didn’t let you reply verbally, holding you down to choke on his dick.
“Don’t be mean, Jamie,” Lily cooed, hand joining her husband’s to push you down to his pubic bone, “She’s also a nice pair of perky tits and a tight pink pussy.” Lily kissed down James’ body, leaving faint marks down his defined chest and abs, glistening with sweat.
She met you at James’ huge cock, and you were more than willing to share. You made out with the gorgeous woman around James’ length, drenching it in spit as you mouthed your way to his tip.
As you got closer to the head of his dick, you and Lily made contact, alternating between sucking on the twitching tip and open-mouthed kissing each other, wet and messy in your desperation. James watched like a kid glued to the television, unable to look away from his wife and his intern sucking tongues.
You noticed you’d gotten distracted and left James neglected, so your hand moved under where your lips connected to Lily’s, both of you dripping saliva onto your palm so you could return to jerking him off.
James’ moans were the perfect underscore to your make-out session with Lily; you felt like you were in the porn shoot of your dreams.
“Shit, I’m not gonna last much longer,” James growled, hips bucking into your hand. You hesitated, unsure of whether to stay in the heaven of Lily’s lips or switch back to taste James’s cum.
Lily made the decision for you, pulling away after nibbling your lip.
“Go on,” She said, pushing your head back down as your mind went blank, “Suck my husband’s cock, make him cum.” You and James locked eyes, both crazy with lust.
You slurped his length like it was the last thing you’d ever do, one hand fondling and massaging his balls. They twitched in your hands, and you knew he was close, forcing yourself down to the very base of his impressive cock, nose resting against his pubic bone.
“Fuck!” James yelled, with one last buck up into your mouth. He shot ropes of cum down your throat, salty as it hit your taste buds. You kept him dutifully in your mouth as his dick spasmed, pretty noises escaping his mouth. Lily stroked your hair gently from behind you.
“Good girl,” James groaned, finally finished and pulling you off of him. “Fuck you’re so gorgeous. So good for us.”
You giggled airily, cockdrunk and exhausted.
“Come on, honey, lie down with me,” Lily invited you back up to the top of the bed, both of you resting your heads on the pillows. James disappeared for a moment, muttering something about cleaning up, though you were too hazy to understand.
Lily cuddled in next to you, tracing featherlight shapes on your skin.
“Who knew the squeaky clean intern could turn into a pretty little whore for her boss and his wife?” She purred, flicking your red, abused nipple just to get a reaction from you. You jerked under her touch, the sensation both pleasurable and painful.
“Babe, don’t torture her,” James laughed as he reentered the bedroom, two towels in his hands. He cleaned you both up gently before joining you in bed, manhandling you until he was in the middle.
“Both my slutty, slutty women,” He sighed in satisfaction, pressing kisses to both your cheeks.
You all fell asleep like that, a sweaty, tangled mess of limbs.
The rest of the weekend passed in much the same way, and you didn’t think there was a surface in the Potter’s home that you hadn’t been fucked on. The shower, by James; the bay window, by Lily; the dining table, by both.
You didn’t discuss the future of your relationship after your weekend of bliss, but there was the general understanding that the sex you were having couldn’t just be limited to the one occasion.
If you hadn’t already been stoked about having your contract extended at the end of the summer, you were really looking forward to staying in London permanently.
Do you think you’d ever be interested in doing a poly!jily x reader fic? I love your work and think you could come up with a lot of fun things with it. Like maybe where lily is acting how James did with her but towards the reader and James is ever so amused with it
this was such a cute prompt! thanks for your patience as I waited for the right idea for it! xx
poly!Jily x fem!reader who is the latest victim of Potter level affections [884 words]
CW: fluff, reader is maybe a little feisty? but we love her for it
“What in Merlin’s name?” Sirius whispered in disbelief as he approached Lily and James in the library; the table they were currently occupying was nearly overflowing with pink poster board, glitter, and an array of charmed flowers clearly pilfered from the greenhouses.
“What are you two up to now?” Remus asked as he cautiously pulled a chair that was free of ribbon and lace.
“Preparing for my N.E.W.T’s, can’t you tell?” Lily retorted, the small quirk of her lips was the only proof Remus got that her words were in jest before her tongue stuck out between her teeth again as she tried to tie a difficult bow.
“Jamie, can I borrow your finger, please?” She asked around an exasperated sigh; James appeared all too eager and willing to oblige.
“It’d be my honour, m’lady.” He offered with a saccharine smile.
Lily shook her head at him but smiled nonetheless as she completed her bow.
“Right, so, back to my earlier sentiments; what in the buggering fuck is going on here?” Sirius spat, not nearly as careful as Remus had been as he dumped various craft supplies onto the ground to free up a chair for himself.
“Yeah, who are you trying to woo now, Prongs?” Remus taunted, earning him a snort and a head shake from James who never removed his lovesick gaze from Lily.
“This is all her.”
“Evans!?” Sirius beseeched. “Who are you trying to woo!?”
“We’re both” Lily corrected as she offered James a half-hearted glare “pursuing Y/N.”
“Y/N? Didn’t an owl deliver her a box of chocolates just yesterday?” Remus asked.
“Those were from us.” Lily replied, her focus steady on the craft in front of her.
“And a bouquet of flowers the day before that?”
“Yup.”
“And the howler that simply played ABBA’s Take a Chance on Me?”
“What is your point, Sirius?” Lily harrumphed as she stepped back to admire her creation.
A mischievous look took over Sirius’ face that Lily didn’t notice on account of her attention being solely dedicated on her current task of wooing you, but had Remus bracing for impact.
“Say, Prongsie, what was the first box of chocolates you sent to Evans in your attempts to pursue her?”
“The toffee flavoured truffles that I saw her eyeing at Honeydukes!” He responded quickly, and Remus watched as Lily’s brows furrowed.
“Right, and how many bouquets of lilies did you send her?”
“Forty-two.”
“Uh huh.” Sirius drawled. “And, remind me, what song did you send Lily via howler?”
“Lay All Your Love on Me!”
“And tell me, Evans, where’d you get all this?” He asked as he pulled a string of lacy ribbon between his fingers only for Lily to rip it away from him.
“From James’ trunk. Stop touching it!”
“Oh gods, you’re just as bad as he was!” Sirius cackled, and Lily turned to look at James who was simply smiling at her.
“I…I am not as bad as he was. I- …he was such a toerag!”
Sirius snorted. “Then that makes you a toerag-ess.”
Lily looked like she was reaching for her wand to hex Sirius for his shite, but James grabbed her wrist and brought her knuckles to his lips for a kiss before she could manage to. “Don’t worry, Lils. You came around eventually.”
“Six years later.” Remus chuckled under his breath, though he immediately regretted it when Lily’s horrified face whipped towards him.
“Six years later!? It took me six years!?” She nearly shrilled. “We don’t have six years! We have months!”
“No one can deny you, my beautiful Lily flower.” James cooed as he rubbed his thumb over Lily’s knuckles.
It looked like his attempt at placation had almost worked before Lily noticed you walking by.
“Wait! Y/N!” She shouted, nearly tripping over various ribbons and boxes of craft supplies as she hurried after you. “Did you get the chocolates we sent you yesterday!?”
“You guys are so hopeless.” Sirius muttered, earning him a small chuckle from James, though he never got a chance to respond.
“Potter!” You hissed as Lily forcibly led you towards their table with her arm around your shoulder. “This goes against every feminist urge in my body, but would you control your woman!?”
James simply rested his chin on his hand as he gazed at the two of you. “I wouldn’t dream of it, angel.”
Realisation seemed to dawn on you as a group of fifth years walked past whispering “oh Merlin. It’s happening again.”
“You’re kidding me.” You deadpanned as Lily smiled and pressed her nose into your cheek.
“There’s nothing funny about our feelings for you.” James responded earnestly.
“Well,” Sirius cut in, “it’s kind of funny.” He countered, nodding his head towards the table that looked as though cupid himself had thrown up on it.
“Oh, like you haven’t sent Lupin a howler or two of your own, Black.” You sneered, causing Remus to choke on the sip of water he’d been taking and Sirius to gawk at you in surprise.
“Where do you find these birds, James?!”
James simply let out a dreamy sigh as he beamed at you. “Heaven.”
And by Lily’s effervescent smile pointed directly at the side of your face, Remus could tell she more than agreed with that sentiment.
summary: During rehearsal, the choreography isn’t exactly the only thing Lily and James are struggling to focus on. And it isn’t the routine that leaves them breathless, it's you.
tags: fem!reader. dancer!reader. fame au. lily is a famous pop star, james is her dancer, too. tons of slowburn and yearning.
a/n: my first poly!jily fic!!! everyone cheered!!!!! this was sooo fun to write. i love slowburn not sure if it was obvious hehe. as always, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated. enjoy!! xx
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Lily doesn’t particularly consider herself an irreverent person, especially when it comes to her career. God knows she fought tooth and nail to get to the place she is today, the milestones and awards she’s won that are currently displayed in her living room are enough proof of that.
And yet. The more glimpses she catches of you and James in the mirror, the more she’s beginning to think that she is, indeed, at least a little ridiculous. And, if she’s being honest, a lot jealous.
The thing is, she’s not sure of who.
“No, no–stop!” Sirius claps, moving his arms as he walks to the middle of the training room. The music stops. “You missed the count again, Lils.”
Her eyes, very unconsciously, move to the reflection, where you’re extricating yourself from James’s sticky hold as the music halts mid routine. When she meets your eyes through the mirror, she has to look away before everyone realizes her flushed cheeks are not a result of intense dancing.
She sighs. “I know,” a hand presents her with a brand new water bottle. “I’m sorry.”
James steps to her, sweaty hands finding her hips in a well practiced routine. His warm, brown eyes searching for hers as she takes careful sips at her water.
“Everything okay in that head of yours, lovie?”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s quite alright,” he breathes out, smiling all soft and understanding despite having been all handsy with you moments ago.
Lily blinks, wondering if he’s also flushed because of the routine or… other reasons. She finds herself feeling a little better at the thought. That maybe her boyfriend is similarly harboring complicated feelings when it comes to you.
Once again, very unconsciously, she finds her eyes moving to a spot behind James’ shoulder. Noticing you running the routine with Marlene while the entire crew waits for Lily to get her act together.
There’s an unpleasant churning in her stomach when she notices Marlene’s hand lingering a beat longer in your body, marking what would be James’ part to help you practice your own part of the choreography. When she blinks to answer his question, the unpleasant churn turns into a completely different feeling when she notices the downturned tilt of his lips, his brown eyes watching you with Marlene as well.
“… we can do another number?”
“Hm?”
Sirius sighs again. “I just asked if you’d want to try another number, to clear your head?”
“No, I’m alright,” Lily shakes her head, a tad too quickly. “Sorry, it’s just… you know, the tour and promo. Bit stressed, s’all.”
“Well, do you at least want a break? Wouldn’t want you getting hurt over some ogling.” Sirius says, like it’s the most topic between them.
Lily’s eyes flare. “Sirius.”
“What?”
James’ fingers dig softly into the exposed skin of her hip, reassuring for all intent and purposes despite looking like possessiveness to the untrained eyes.
“I think I’ll take that break offer.”
A few murmurs echo around the room as the crew disperses to make the most of their break. Lily can’t help it, she finds your silhouette through the mirror again, watching as you crouch down to take your own water bottle. Every move you do is collected and composed, sweaty skin glistening with the harsh fluorescent lights of the training room.
When you meet her gaze, her heart absurdly skips a beat when you reward her with one of your lovely reassuring smiles. Same one you’d send her when she’d miss her mark mid rehearsal or accidentally drop her microphone when you’d get a tad too close to her. Always reassuring her, even if your own routine is disrupted by her distracted mistakes.
Your attention is quickly pulled away from Lily–to her utter and confusing displeasure–by none other than Marlene, who sits next to you with a smile that rivals the sun. You animatedly talk to her like you’re not causing a sudden disruption in both Lily and James’ lives.
A quiet sound interrupts her own spiraling when Marlene puts her hand over your arm, looking friendly for all intents and purposes, but Lily and James have already juggled with enough jealousy to really tell. James has moved to stand by her side again, following her gaze as you seemingly welcome your coworker’s flirty advances.
“I thought she was seeing Dorcas?” James asks quietly, leaning closer so only Lily can hear. “Reckon they’re also looking for a third?”
Also.
Lily frowns, forcing herself to look away from you and Marlene to meet her boyfriend’s eyes. They’re warm and knowing, glistening with the hesitation of his words, the weight of his question.
She swallows, studying his face for any indication that he could be joking–but James’ face, handsome and mischievous as always, only remains serious as he studies her in return. Both gauging each other’s reactions.
“Why didn't you tell me?” she whispers, letting James pull her by the waist to the benches. His intentions for privacy are clear by the way no one from her team steps in to talk to her. “I thought… I thought you were just jealous.”
James laughs. “I was,” his hands find her face, thumb sweeping the baby hairs sticking to her forehead by sweat. “It took me a while to realize I didn’t know who I was jealous of, though.”
Lily hums conspiratorially. “The routine is definitely not helping, isn’t it?”
“It’s killing me,” she can’t help it, she laughs. And James’ face breaks into a grin at the sound. “Now why are you acting all mighty and superior? Don’t think I didn’t notice your little sad eyes a while ago.”
That shuts her up real quick.
“James.”
“Yeah?”
“Be serious for a second,” his lips quirk slightly, mischief passing over his eyes with anticipation for his overused joke. Lily is quick to react, braceleting his wrist. “Please tell me I’m not the only one… feeling like this.”
“Oh, lovie.” he sighs, all the playfulness leaves his face. His thumb finds her lower lip, releasing it from her teeth’s vicious chewing. “No, you’re not. These past weeks have been torture for me as well.”
A beat.
The past weeks have been nothing but rehearsals between you and Lily, practicing her rather suggestive number with one of her main dancers. As in you.
Her lips part to their own accord, a wave of shock and relief washing over her features as she ponders on his words, and her own whispered confession.
“Enough!”
They both whip their heads, finding the source of the voice immediately. Your giggles are magnetic enough and music to their ears.
But their shared fondness for your unadulterated laughter and lovely smile is short, quickly transforming into something less joyful at the way Marlene is poking at your ribs, her own smile barely contained as she watches you squirm to put distance between her bony fingers and your skin.
Jealousy washes over them as quickly as it left.
“My fault?!” you ask, shocked, but your smile is blinding as you push yourself up from the floor. “You hit me first!”
They scramble as you walk to them, or–well, the refreshments table that is coincidentally next to their bench. James’ hands move from Lily’s cheeks to intertwine their fingers together, squeezing in anticipation as you walk up to them.
When you notice them looking at you, they have half a second to school their expressions.
“I’m really sorry,” you say, hurriedly taking a fistful of napkins. “I’ll make her clean it, don’t worry.”
Lily frowns. “What for?”
“Clean what?” James asks simultaneously.
You pause your hurried fetch for napkins to look at them, arching an eyebrow in apparent confusion, but when your eyes catch their intertwined fingers, Lily swears she sees something passing over your face. You blink before she can pinpoint it.
“The spilled water…” your voice tilts in a question, thumb pointing behind your shoulder. Though your eyes remain on them. Lily wishes you weren’t so keen on eye contact. “Are you feeling better?”
She raises her eyebrows in surprise. “Me?”
James looks away, failing to bite back a laugh at Lily’s embarrassingly obvious bafflement at your full attention on them.
Your smile turns bemused at this. “That answers my question, then.” you press one of the napkins to your neck, evidently cleaning the sweat still clinging to your skin. They swallow simultaneously, their eyes following your movements in a trance. “Can’t really blame you, Sirius overshot it with the new choreo.”
“Very in character, isn’t it?” James asks, tilting his head in what he thinks is flirty mannerism. Lily’s fingers twitch. “Didn’t seem to me like you struggled to pick up on it, though.”
Lily sends you what she hopes is her award winning smile. “Well, of course, she’s one of the main dancers for a reason.”
“The better one, if we’re being honest.” James adds indulgently.
“Careful now, flattery like that could get you in trouble, Potter.” you smile, eyes pointedly flickering between them.
Lily flushes, but James’ grin gets impossibly wider.
“Oh, I can only be so lucky, right, lovie?” he says salaciously, throwing an arm around Lily.
“Wouldn’t be the worst plan, really.” she answers, turning to meet your eyes. She arches an eyebrow.
You pause, trying and failing to school your face and the evident blush creeping up your cheeks. Whatever you’re thinking is overshadowed when Marlene calls you over in a hurry, failing to properly clean the spilled water.
As you part your lips to speak, their hearts pick up their erratic rhythm in anticipation. But you’re cut off almost immediately.
“Well?” Marlene calls out again, voice dropping to a mischievous cadence as you snap out of your head. “Are you going to stay there flirting or will you help me clean your bloody mess?”
Truly, it could not get better the way you scramble to make a beeline to your taunting friend, shoving the napkins in her hand. She mutters something that causes the blush to creep down all the way to your neck, and the strength in which you shove her has both of you breaking into conspiratorial laughter. Mostly Marlene, yours sounds a tad embarrassed.
Your eyes cut a quick glance at them.
Sirius claps again, arms spread to call everyone to attention. “Alright, then, let’s pick up where we left off, shall we?”
There’s a diaspora of muttering as everyone walks to their places. Lily swallows nervously, acutely aware of all the eyes on her as the dancers and band wait for her to get to her place. Though she is quite used to the lingering gazes over her wherever she goes, there’s something oddly unnerving about your eyes on her. Boring into her back as she stands in front of the mirror, James squeezes her hip one last time as he moves to stand by his position. By your side.
Lily bites back a knowing smirk when his hand finds your waist, ready for the music to begin and the routine to kick off. Their gazes are charged with the weight of their whispered conversation where they meet through their reflections in the mirror, James winks before he turns to you.
You, for your part, seem engrossed in your own mind, breathing evenly to get yourself into the mentality you’re known for, to let your dancer persona step up and take over you. James’ arches an eyebrow at you, and for a moment, it feels like the routine has already started. Charged, tense, filled with an unspoken feeling you’ve yet to pinpoint.
Sirius sends Lily a look, like he, too, can pick up on the tension happening behind her back. She only nods at him, signaling him to start the music. He raises an eyebrow, but clicks at the control and the room is quickly swallowed with the loud, relentless beat of her newest single.
You slide next to James in muscle memory, hitting every beat with effortless rhythm and he follows you like waves in the sea, both in synchronized movements as Lily raises the microphone to her lips. Her eyes sparkle as they meet James’ through the mirror again.
And then, there it is. In between counts, pants and the stomp of each step on the floor, your gaze flickers in the mirror. The same complicated expression passes over your face again as James continues his own routine, sliding to Lily’s side for the chorus. Your gaze bores into his arms around her torso, touching her sweaty skin to his heart’s delight and they share a knowing look when your eyes lingers a beat too long on them, expression bordering on yearning where Lily hooks a leg around James’ waist.
You blink, catching yourself in the mirror and the evident troubled look on your face. James nearly misses a step, his arm loosening around her waist. Lily’s hold on the microphone tightens, just like the feeling in her chest. Neither of them try to mask their almost-mistakes, but when their eyes meet in the reflection, they’re wide. Knowing.
The rest of the rehearsal continues without mishaps. But the air is different, tense and thrumming with the hope that maybe… just maybe, they’re not the only ones feeling this way.
