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summer air affairs | james potter

best friend’s dad!james potter x reader

word count: 2.5k

literal pure smut, kind of angst at the end

warnings: oral (m and f receiving), praise kink, degradation kink, pet names (sir, baby girl, princess, sweetheart), cheating, age gap (all characters are 100% of age and consenting), slight tears, cum eating kind of, no aftercare, bad writing and editing

a/n: this is my first fic! pls feel free to give me tips or constructive criticism! i hope u like it and i’m sorry it’s badly edited and not the best writing! i wrote/edited it on a red eye flight and am letting go of perfectionism for 2022 so i decided to just post it instead of reading it over and over in my drafts lol.

summary: your longtime crush and bedtime fantasy, james potter, catches you staring at harry’s birthday party.

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You had met James two summers ago, when Harry had invited some of his friends to the Potter manor for his 16th birthday. You and Harry weren’t particularly best friends or anything, but had shared numerous mutual friends and classes, and were considered part of the same general friend group.

The day of Harry’s 16th birthday party you spent fumbling, nervous, and extremely self conscious in your two piece bathing suit as you watched Harry’s dad kick a ball around in the garden with Harry, Dean, and Seamus. you knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t peel your eyes off the older man. His abs glistened under his opened beach shirt and the fabric of his short bathing suit trunks gripped his thighs in an unholy way.

You knew it was wrong. You knew his loving wife and Harry’s mother, Lily, was right beside you chatting up Luna and Ginny. You knew it was extremely inappropriate to be having thoughts like this about any man that age, never mind your friend’s dad.

However, none of that stopped you from dazing off in James’ direction, imagining him bending you over one of the pool chairs and pounding into you until your toes curled and your vision went white. Or maybe he’d take you into the bathroom and finger you on the counter, making you release all over his digits only feet away from the rest of your friends.

Even now, you remember every moment of that day as if it were a film reel you were able to rewind and repeat in the back of your head.

Your eyes followed his sweaty figure around the garden, even after the younger boys had tired out of playing football and retreated to the pool.

“Hey hon, can I get you something?” James had noticed your staring and the look of sheer lust in your eyes.

You froze in horror, “Oh! oh- uh, no. no I’m okay. thank you, though.” Your heart was beating out of your chest. You couldn’t tell if he had caught you or if he was just being kind, and either option only drew you to him more. James was not naive, and he only pretended to not know your sick fantasies to spur you on even more.

“You sure princess? Plenty of food in the kitchen.”

You froze at the nickname. Was he doing this on purpose? Did he know that the use of that word in his voice, directed at you, drove you mad? The wink he shot at you confused you even more. There was no way this sex god, this beautiful, married, older man was returning any part of your interest.

You opened your mouth to continue your protests, but James shushed you immediately and led you into the manor with a palm on the small of your back.

“Really, sir, I’m okay. I don’t need anything” you came to your senses and panicked as you tried to escape a situation that would require you to control yourself in a room with James, alone.

“Sir?” he mocked with a cheeky grin, ignoring your protests.

“Mr. Potter! sorry, sorry, I meant Mr.Potter!” You didn’t think you could possibly fluster anymore than this, and you would’ve bet ten galleons that your face was as red as the bathing trunks hugging James’ ass and thighs.

“Between just me and you, I think I liked you calling me sir better,” he leant down to your height and whispered in your ear.

He pulled you through the kitchen and into their vast pantry, bigger than you’ve ever seen.

As he began to pour a large glass of ice water- for himself or you, you weren’t sure- he spoke up. “You really should learn how to check people out more subtlety. I’m flattered and all, but you’re lucky people didn’t notice.”

You gulped, your face turning even redder, breaking the levels of blushing you thought was physically possible. You started rambling, just letting the avalanche of words tumble out of your mouth and hoping somehow they formed a coherent defense.

“Mr.Potter! I wasn’t checking- or- looking at you or anything, I promise! I tend to daze off a bit, sometimes it’s just in someone’s direction! Really I didn’t-“

He cut you off as if he hadn’t been listening to your ramblings at all.

“You know, i’m a very observant person. when Harry was a baby I knew exactly what he was asking for based on the different sounds of his cries. I knew what his favorite foods were before he could communicate it. I knew my best friends were fucking years before they came out of the closet to me. And right then, in the garden, I knew you were checking me out, not just zoning out. I also knew that i was turning you on. And I can tell now, even though you’re denying it and you’re shaking with nerves, being in here with me alone, makes you hornier than ever.”

Your jaw dropped. James had read you like a book, and based on the sly smirk on his face as he raised the glass of water to his lips ever so casually, he also was aware that all of his “observations” about you were correct.

“Mr. Potter, really, I am so sorry, it’s honestly just a crush, I can leave right now! I really don’t mean to intrude on anything, I never meant for you to notice! Merlin, fuck! I am so so sorry.”

You felt your eyes well up with tears and a lump form in your throat as you apologized. You had never been so mortified and turned on in your life.

“Don’t call me Mr. Potter, it makes me feel old. Also watch your language,” he said with a sense of pride and victory in his voice as he leaned back against the counter, putting his abs on display.

“Oh! I’m sorry mr- I mean, what should I call you?”

You were still timid at this point, but you slightly wanted a hole to swallow you up where you stood a little less, as he didn’t seem offended or angry about the situation.

He leaned forward so his face was inches from yours, and breathed directly into the side of your ear, “Didn’t, I tell you this already? Call me Sir.”

At that moment you made eye contact with him and let out a small “Yes, Sir.”

He let out what could only be described as a growl from deep within him before grabbing your cheeks with either hand and smashing his lips on to yours.

Once you got over the split second of lightheartedness from your wildest bedtime-fantasies becoming true, you began to kiss him back, matching the hunger and primalness he brought to the kiss.

“Jump,” he whispered into the kiss, never leaving your lips. You wrapped your legs around his torso and he put either of his large, brute hands on your butt as he walked you somewhere else in the house. somewhere more private, you assumed.

When he finally set you down and slammed the door shut, you realized you were sitting on a bathroom counter, and based on the pictures hanging on the wall and the various quidditch decorations scattered around, you could tell it was Harry’s bathroom.

“Do you know your silencing spells” he asked, before returning his hands to the area where your butt met your thighs.

“Yes-I- I think so” you stuttered out, reaching into the pocket of your loose coverup shirt for your wand.

“Muffliato.” The door’s edges lit up for a split second before fading back, proving your charm to be successful.

“Good girl,” James had muttered into your ear before scattering bites along your earlobe and the nape of your neck.

You shivered at the nickname, leaning into his touch and kisses involuntarily.

“You like being my good girl, princess?” He picked up your reaction to the words. how observant of him.

“Yes Sir. Yes, please!”

“Then hold still.”

In just a few quick motions, James had undone the strings of your bikini top and the strings on either side of your bottoms, leaving you completely naked except for the coverup that had already made it’s way down to your wrists.

Without a word, James had kneeled down so his face sat right in front of your pussy.

“What a beautiful fucking cunt for a beautiful girl. Dripping for me, baby.”

You whined at the praise, then gasped as he suddenly attached his lips to your clit. His tongue danced around your bundle of nerves until he found a pattern that had your eyes rolling back in your head and your fingertips turning white from grasping at his hair so hard.

He lapped at your nub like a mad man, adding a finger into your hole that had been clenching around nothing.

“Dirty fucking girl, I can tell you’re close already.” You merely moaned in response, pushing your hips closer to his face.

After a minute or two more of his expert ministrations, he mumbled “Cum for me princess,” his lips never leaving your aching pussy.

Your back arched and your toes curled as you released your orgasm, thanking merlin that James had made you cast that silencing spell due to the outright pornographic scream you had let out.

Your vision was slightly blurred when you opened your eyes again a few seconds later and were greeted with the view of James wiping your juices off of his face with the back of his hand.

“Thank you, sir.” Your voice was hoarse as you somehow managed to speak.

“Such good manners. Good girl.”

He brought his lips back to your clit before you reflexively scooched back and let out a yelp of “No! Too much!”

He laughed before returning to his feet, his hands resting on the mirror behind you on the sides of your head.

“Only teasing baby, relax.”

He kissed you with the same hunger he had before, letting you taste yourself all over his tongue and lips.

He took one of your hands and placed it on his now fully hardened cock, pressing down slightly so you’d get the hint.

“Ever touch a cock before sweetheart?” He asked, using his other hand to swipe the spit off your lips from the previous kiss.

“Only once, I- I don’t know if I’m very good.”

He let out another chuckle, making you frown. You didn’t know what was so funny about all of this to him.

“Baby girl looking like that, there’s no way that you’ll be anything but amazing. Pretty girls like you are born to touch cock.”

He pulled you off the counter and pushed you down to your knees, his playful demeanor suddenly turning cold and hard.

“Suck.” He demanded, grabbing your hair at the back of your head and pushing your mouth towards his reddened tip.

Without question you closed your eyes and wrapped your lips around him, using your tongue to swirl around his tip and collect the precum that had leaked out.

He pushed you down further, hardly giving you time to adjust your jaw to his size and the motions of a blow job.

“Fuck,” he tilted his head back at the sudden onset of pleasure, “Don’t close your eyes princess. Look at me while you suck me off.”

You obeyed him so suddenly; it felt as if you were made to be under his control. You strained your eyes upward to meet his, leading to another string of profanities to come out of his mouth.

He began to set a fast, yet shallow pace with the ponytail he had gathered at the back of your head. You silently thanked him for giving you some sort of mercy by not going all the way to the back of your throat. This was only your second blowjob you had ever given and you weren’t sure you could take his size all the way down quite yet.

He continued his pace, and his cursing, as you wrapped your hand around the rest of the length that wasn’t fitting into your mouth, with your other hand gently fondling his balls.

“Shit! Fuck, babe, you were fucking made for this. Fuck! Made to suck my cock you dirty fucking whore.”

While you knew praise was one of your favorite things from a few past steamy makeouts in the dormitories, you had never considered degradation until you felt a gush of arousal come out at his filthy words.

You moaned around his length and sped up your mouth and hand slightly, now setting the pace yourself rather than having James guide you.

“Fucking shit princess, I’m about to fucking cum, Merlin-“

He pulled out of your mouth in a split second and came all over your face. His cum mixed with the saliva dripping around your mouth and the tears that had let themselves flow at some point during you sucking him off.

“You look perfect,” he groaned, using his two thumbs to wipe all the liquids from your face. Once he had gathered most of the mess you two had made on you, he stuck his thumbs deep into your mouth.

The sudden intrusion made you gag, but you sucked his thumbs clean and swallowed nonetheless.

His dominant persona immediately dropped and returned to his charming, goofy self as Harry’s dad, offering a hand to help you up from the marbled floor.

“You okay love?” He smirked, pulling his swimming trunks back up.

“Yeah, yeah I’m great. Thanks,” you half smiled at him, standing awkwardly in front of him, fully bare.

“I better get back out there, don’t want the Mrs. wondering where I went,” he chuckled, ruffling his hair back into its usual mess rather than its sex-mess.

“You should probably get dressed, tell them you were looking for the bathroom or something if anyone asks. Enjoy the party, sweets!” Without a second glance back at you, he had closed the door behind him.

You were left standing naked there in shock. Did he really just leave like that? You weren’t expecting a candlelit bath or anything, but at least a kiss or some comforting fucking words would have been nice.

As you began to retie all the strings that put together your bikini, you realized you didn’t feel nearly as dirty or as used as you probably should. You realized that you honestly didn’t care much about how you felt after the sex, if you could even call it that technically, because you just felt so good during it.

If this was the price you had to pay to fulfill all of your fantasies with who you thought was your most unattainable, wildest crush? You’d do it again in a heartbeat, fuck aftercare.

You made your way back out to the garden, trying to erase any evidence of a post sex-glow before you walked over to your group of friends. You sat on a pool chair beside Ginny and Luna.

“Where did you disappear off to?” Ginny nonchalantly asked, placing another piece of fruit that her and Luna were snacking on into her mouth.

“Was looking for a bathroom,” you lied, using the excuse James had told you to use.

After all, you’d obey anything James told you to.

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