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james potter is a certified munch. that man eats pussy like he’s getting paid to do it and rent is DUE. i think he always liked doing it, even with partners before lily because he likes the validation of knowing he’s making someone feel good, and that he’s doing a damn good job at it. and when he starts dating lily and they start getting intimate,,, if he liked it before he’s downright obsessed now. everything about it with lily specifically: the way she feels, tastes, etc. even though he’s not the one receiving pleasure at that moment, just seeing her fall apart because of him is something he takes great pride (and pleasure) in.
i think they’d both have pretty high sex drives, but i think lily’s is just a bit higher than his. in general, i imagine they were that one couple that could Not keep their hands off of each other and were constantly sneaking away to blow off some steam. regarding the fact that lily got pregnant during the war, we can probably assume that it was an accident because i doubt getting pregnant was on their minds. i know accidents can happen even from a single chance, but i like to think that they were just fucking so frequently, that it ended up happening. like, imagine the rough sex after one or both of them comes back from a super dangerous order mission, and it’s just really passionate and intense, but also so full of love.
james is a certified yapper outside the bedroom, and i think he’d be one inside the bedroom as well. i think they’d both be frequent “dirty talkers”, but different kinds: james would be the inquisitive/narrative/observational dirty talker (i.e., “yeah? do you like that?”, “i want you so much,” and “you’re so wet for me.”/“so responsive.”) whereas i can see lily being the instructional dirty talker, meaning she likes telling james what she wants him to to do her (“harder,” and “yes, just like that, james.”)
on the topic of dirty talk, while i think james would love telling lily what he wants to do to her, i can see him getting a bit shy when lily is asking him what he wants her to do to him. she has to coax him a bit and let him know that she genuinely loves getting him off too, and she wants him to tell her what feels good; i think he’d get more comfortable being vocal about what he wants after awhile.
their favorite positions are any positions that make it easy to maintain eye contact. they fuck nasty, but they’re also crazy romantic about it (they make it work, somehow), so deep and intense eye contact while he’s inside her is a major turn on for both of them, especially when they maintain it while they finish.
they are both Super vocal, and not just with dirty talk. lily is especially loud, and she’s easy to get noises out of. even during foreplay with something as simple as james kissing her neck or stroking her arm, she’ll let out a breathy sigh or a quiet moan; partially because it doesn’t take much to turn her on, but mostly because james knows exactly what makes her tick. james is also loud, and doesn’t try to hold back his noises when he’s feeling good.
breeding kink. no further comment
in terms of roles in the bedroom, i genuinely think that they are both solid 50/50 switches. i can easily see both of them taking the reins and also letting the other do so. i can’t say that either of them are more dominant or submissive than the other, i think it depends on the situation and how they’re feeling in the moment. they’ve got RANGE
to end this on a softer note: big on post sex cuddling and pillow talk. immediately after they’re finished (including clean up and after lily pees- remember to pee after sex, fellow vagina owners), james is rolling over and opening his arms for her to curl into. they don’t immediately fall asleep, and spend some time just talking to each other in low, sleepy voices, about anything and everything. lily will fall asleep to the feeling and sound of james’ husky, exhausted voice as he talks to her with his mouth pressed against the crown of her head, and james follows shortly after :)
thank u for the ask! also feel free to add on if anyone has any more nsfw jily headcanons, or even if u have a different opinion on one of mine! and if u prefer to remain anonymous, you can send it via ask too! i'd love to hear other's thoughts~
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modern jily doing some $3xting
#fan art#the marauders era#lily evans#jily#james potter#the marauders fanart#the marauders#jily smut#jily fanart
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Stupid T-Shirts || Read on ao3|| 5.4K || Rated E
Originally inspired by a TikTok trend, re-inspired by Jily Twitter.
The last night on a group vacation, Mary pushes everyone to engage in a tacky T-shirt swap before going out. Suggestive shirts, months of pining, and one particular tequila shot finally lead Lily to reach her breaking point. Drunken kisses can be dismissed and joked about, but this—this would be crossing a line they won’t be able to uncross.
“Something wrong?”
James’ voice gives her a start, his mouth close to her ear in an effort to be heard over the pulsating music. She clutches her heart and spins around only to be met with an apologetic grin.
Brushing some hair from her face to regain her composure and settle her hammering heart, her eyes dart around—most onlookers have gone back to their own activities, but still the memory of all the stares remain.
Sighing, her brows knit together. “Aren’t you embarrassed?”
”Why would I be?”
She gestures to his shirt. “I mean mine is at least innuendo. Yours is a damn advertisement.”
“I mean would I have picked the shirt myself? No. But I don’t mind, you know, the message. A reminder, if you will.” He takes a sip of his drink and even in the low light, Lily can spot the way his cheeks color. She watches, enraptured, as his tongue swipes out to wet his lips, and she blames the attention on the sheer amount of alcohol she’s had. “I mean, I like it. And I’m really fucking good at it. So why be embarrassed?”
#stupid t-shirts#jily#jple#i'm so sorry#no one talk to me i can't believe this is 5.4k#I'm supposed to be working on other fics#james potter#lily evans#jily smut#james potter is a munch#kelsey writes
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What else is there to do after confessing feelings in the middle of the night than spend a lazy Saturday in bed?
A @jilymicro-oops using all the @jilymicrofics prompts from May and July 2023. Special shout-out to the lovely and talented @constancezin, whose artwork meshed perfectly with this extended version and inspired some of its set-up (you'll see! 😉). 9k words, rated E.
Happy love day, friends! Please enjoy this tooth-rottingly fluffy smut as my valentine to all of you 😘💘🍫💝
Read Accidental Magic on AO3.
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Smutty Saturday
Read on A03 (Note: Rated E for a Reason!!)
Dani looked up as Dimitri hovered over her. His black eyes were filled with lust as he pushed his finger into the cotton of her underwear, feeling how wet she was for his–
"Lily!"
Suppressing a frustrated groan, Lily tore herself away from her book. Today was supposed to be her day to blissfully immerse herself in a romance novel while savoring a cup of steaming tea in the corner of the common room. Just as she was getting into her latest read, "Charms of Change," someone had the audacity to interrupt her. She was just reaching the climactic moment where the main character was about to confess her love to the wizard who saved her life. But now, her cherished Smutty Saturday was threatened by the sudden appearance of Penny the Pain.
Penny's real name was Penelope Pander, a second-year who fancied herself as head girl material. Lily was fairly certain Penny would vie for the position if she could, but instead, she seemed content to report every minor issue to Lily as if it were her responsibility to fix. No matter how hard Lily tried, she never seemed good enough in Penny's critical eyes.
"No," Lily stated firmly, cutting off Penny before she could speak.
Penny appeared flustered, fumbling nervously with her wand. She knew it was Saturday, as did everyone else. All afternoon, nobody had bothered Lily, choosing instead to direct their inquiries to the currently absent Head Boy. Even Penny knew better than to risk Lily's wrath by disturbing her precious reading time.
Lily barely glanced up from her book as she maintained eye contact with Penny and repeated, "No."
Penny clasped her hands together, as if in prayer. "Please, just hear me out, Lily."
Lily slammed the book shut with a loud snap, so much for finishing.
“I have told you a hundred times, no one is allowed to bother me on Saturday except for my book, my boyfriend, or my best friend." Lily listed the items off with her fingers. "Are you any of those things Penny?”
“No, but—“
“Then figure it out yourself, Penny,” Lily said, reopening her book and crossing her legs to show (as well as she could) that she was done with the conversation.
His black eyes were filled with lust as he pushed his finger into the cotton of her underwear, feeling how wet she was for his thick fingers. He whispered her name before he rubbed his thumb against her aching--
“But—“ Penny's high-pitched voice was so annoying.
“No buts.” Lily didn’t even look up from her book as she reiterated, “it’s one day, I only ask for one day, Penny.”
He whispered her name before he rubbed his thumb against her aching clit, making her tremble at the thought of how badly she wanted his fingers in--
“Frankie Barry and Sasha Verbs got stinging nettle all over them and are in the hospital wing until Monday!” Penny blurred out, her stupid voice once again breaking Lily of her focus. “You have to take over their rounds tonight.”
Lily closed her book again, this time even more highly annoyed as she looked directly into Penny's eyes. “Annie Davis is the alternate, Penny, she can do the rounds.”
Penny shook her head quickly, “No.”
“What do you mean, no?” Lily snapped, “Penny, I made the schedule with the Head Boy, I know who the alternates are for Saturday nights.”
Penny pulled at the wand in her fingertips, “Annie Davis has poisoned nettles too.”
Lily wished she could have resisted her urge to break into a grumpy fury, but she’d never been one to hold back her feelings when her private time was being interrupted. She should have read her bloody book in her room, behind the four-poster curtains. “How the bloody fuck do three of my Saturday prefects have nettle poisoning?!”
Everyone in the common room looked over. Lily didn’t even bother apologizing for her outburst. She stood up, towering over the second year Head Girl wanna-be. This should be James’ problem, not Lily’s, he was the one who handled the weekends.
Penny pushed her glasses up her nose and said matter-of-factly, “Uh, Frankie apparently used the Herbology lab as a prime snogging spot and didn’t know nettles were bad for human skin.”
Lily narrowed her eyes, “that disgusting git.”
Penny looked relieved that Lily’s anger was no longer directed at the room, “I know, the poor girls, imagine finding out your boyfriend is cheating because you both have stinging nettles up your arse.”
Lily took three deep breaths, debating if she ought to go tell Frankie off herself. Or ensure he got a few more stinging nettles up his dick. She was pretty sure she could talk Sirius into a little mischief. James too, if she promised a kiss afterwards.
“You have to take the rounds,” Penny repeated, cutting off Lily’s revenge plot. “McGonagall said so.”
“The Head Boy does weekend covers,” Lily said, “so go bother him.”
“I did.”
“So why are you telling me?” Lily asked, “why aren’t you after the Head Boy?”
Penny flushed, “well, I went to the quidditch pitch to tell him on McGonagall’s orders.”
“And?”
Penny shrugged, “and I was turned away.”
“Blessed,” Lily pressed her fingers to her temples, “please explain why James had the audacity to send you my way?”
“Penny scratched her neck, “erm, well James didn’t send me away.”
“Then who did?”
“James was in the air, so Nigel Babbington sent me to you, and said you’d have to handle it.”
Lily would kill that stupid son of a witch, Nigel Babbington. He hated that James got Head Boy and Quidditch Captain. He said James would never be able to juggle both. He probably sent Penny back in the hopes McGonagall would take Head Boy away from James for skirting his duties and give it to Nigel instead.
“Babbington sent you to me?” Lily confirmed, “not James?”
“Nigel said James was too busy dropping quaffles on passes to worry about Head Duties.”
Lily’s jaw dropped. First Nigel tried to sabotage James, now Penny admitted he was also shit talking James’ form? Lily had never seen a single quaffle slip from James Potter’s fingers in seven years, she doubted she ever would. If the Head boy was good at anything, it was being good at catching things in his hands. it was a wonder he never became seeker, what with his talents.
“Babbington is as big a prick as any.” Lily huffed, tossing her book on her seat to go rescue her boyfriend and talk to the Head Boy.
Convenient that they were both the same person.
“If James can’t do it,” Penny squeaked, “then you have to.”
“Don’t worry about what I have to do, Penny.” Lily said, “I promise the world will not crumble under my watch.”
"Right." Penny tucked her wand into her robes, sounding unconvinced, “ Or…I could do it, I could do rounds.”
“As enticing as that is, Penny,” Lily said as she hiked her skirt up with a roll, “you’re still only in second year, and McGongall would string me up by my hair if she found out that I let you do rounds alone.”
“I’ve been following your solo rounds all year!” Penny argued, “please, Evans?!”
“I—wait.” Lily paused, “you’ve followed me on rounds all year? As in since September?”
“Yeah.”
“Penny!” Lily exclaimed, “you’ve been stalking me?”
“James said if I wanted to be like you, I should watch you at work.” Penny said. "I still think I'm better at rounds than you, though, no offense. You're a little slow."
“ Ach .” Lily pushed back her long red hair, “do me a favor Penny, and please never listen to James again.”
Lily walked away, muttering under her breath. Penny the Pain had the decency not to follow. Lily would have to keep a sharp eye behind her back on rounds. Knowing that Penny had been following her doing head girl duties was scary, even more so since Lily never spotted the second year.
The sun was just barely peeking out of the clouds outside as it set beyond the horizon. Thunder rumbled in the distance. It was perfect weather for curling up with a good book. Lily’s book was sitting back on her chair in the common room, alone.
She was just getting to the best part of the book when the guy got the girl. When the clothes started falling off. When the sexual tension was dripping off the page. When she had to curl her toes as she imagined her own boyfriend kissing her heatedly in shadows and doorways. Sometimes, after she finished a particularly good book, she'd go find him for a kiss, or ten.
Now, the only tension Lily had was Nigel Babbington’s audacity to say James needed to focus on quidditch and not complete his Head Duties. That was utter blasphemy, and he knew it, the prick. The deal was that Lily would cover any missed shifts on weekdays, when James had required quidditch practices. On weekends, when quidditch practice was just for fun, James was required to fill into empty spots on the calendar.
She was in such a blind rage that she didn’t even remember making it to the quidditch pitch. All she knew was that she looked up at the air and no one was playing quidditch anymore. It was clear they'd all come down from their posts to shower and socialize before dinner.
“I can’t fucking believe this.” Lily muttered, “Penny couldn’t have waited fifteen minutes for them to be done…”
Lily stormed into the stands, underneath which, a long hallway ran and was full of students. There were boys and girls hanging about laughing and gossiping over broomsticks and pumpkin juice. Lily stormed past some of her friends who were sitting in a circle together, barely waving at them despite their welcoming smiles.
"Where are you going?" Mary called in her sing-song voice.
"James." Was all Lily said when she noted Nigel Babbington sticking his tongue down Annika Johnson's throat.
“He’s just gotten off the pitch, Evans!” Sirius Black shouted after her, "Come sit with us!"
“No!” Lily shouted at him, "this can't wait!”
“He’s probably in the sho—“
“It’s a Head emergency!”
She heard them all whisper and Sirius suddenly laughed when Lily didn’t even glance their way. She made her way down the long wooden paneled hall, her heart pounding. The students became fewer, and it was clear everyone was wrapping up to make it to dinner. At the end of the long hallway, the locker rooms were stationed. She’d been in the girls’ room plenty of times to meet her friend Marlene, but she didn’t turn to the right, no, she turned to the left.
There, to the boys’ side.
She pushed through the doorway, blinded in the moment by her rage, not even thinking of knocking.
“James, I’m gonna need you—” She stumbled over her words. “Holy shit.”
Lily stared at him. Her jaw was probably on the floor. James had clearly just gotten out of the shower. His messy black hair was shining, dripping water down his tan neck. The beads of water rolling down his skin caught her eyes and she followed their path down his sides. She stood in her spot, her throat closing up as her boyfriend was displayed in front of her looking like a fucking movie star.
Has he always looked that toned?
She’d really only seen him with his shirt off, and that had been few and far between. The lines on his shoulders made up of muscle rippled as he moved, and she imagined running her fingers down that back. She wondered if she could kiss every long line, every sharp curve, and even imagined what he must taste like. This was better than any fucking book, this was real, and he was hers.
James glanced over his shoulder when the door slammed behind Lily, announcing her presence more loudly than her original outburst. Her eyes at that point were fully gaping at his arse, which was peeking out from low hanging trousers he'd been scooping up his legs. He’d been hiding that arse from her under his school uniform, and Lily felt like it was a crime.
“Lily!” James finished pulling his trousers up, quickly, his fingers stumbling on his zipper.
James' tan skin stretched over his arms. Lily wondered how he was that toned from simply tossing a ball in the air. She imagined he could probably toss her around too, if he wanted. His wire frame glasses were slipping down his nose as James turned to face her, showing off his bare chest. Oh, she loved his chest. He had a line of hair that she could follow right down to the V of his pelvis.
“Hi.” Lily managed to squeak.
James ruffled his wet hair, droplets flying out, “shit, Lily, someone else could’ve been in here!”
The alarms in her head were blaring, telling her that flight was the best response to seeing her boyfriend practically naked. For crying out loud, he’d only seen her upper half without clothes, they hadn’t gotten past second base.
But now she was thinking, ‘we just might get past it.’
James danced on the spot, uncertain from her dead silence. “Hello?” He asked softly, stepping forward to pretend and knock on a door between them. “Anyone home, Evans?”
“Never mind.” She sounded like a talking animal in a Disney movie, her voice was so high pitched.
“What?”
And then, very uncharacteristically of her, Lily ran out the door.
She was well aware that her face was redder than a cherry tomato. Everyone sniggered as she swiftly walked past. She knew that everyone knew exactly why her face was suddenly breaking out in hives.
“That bad, huh?” Sirius called after her. "I tried to warn ya!"
"Not now, Black!" Lily sent him a rude hand gesture as she kept retreating.
If James was following in nothing but his trousers, she was pretty sure she would die from humiliation. Who saw their partner, naked, and ran in the opposite direction? Lily wouldn't be surprised if James broke up with her. She didn't know if he'd believe she ran because she was overwhelmed by how attracted she was to him at that moment.
Luckily, no one followed her back to the castle.
Lily had barely made it past the front entrance hall when none other than Professor McGonagall stopped her with one hand in the air, “I presume you and the Head Boy figured out who was covering shift tonight?”
“I’m doing it.” Lily said quickly, eager to escape before news got out about her waltzing right into the locker room.“I’m covering.”
“Excellent,” McGonagall nodded, “it starts at six, and goes to ten.”
“I’ll just grab some food before starting then,” Lily stepped towards the tables lined with food, “bye!”
She was aware her face was still burning as she swiped a sandwich from the Gryffindor table. She ignored her friends, anyone really, who tried to engage her in conversation. She was worried she might actually die if she admitted walking in on her boyfriend in the shower.
Not that she was ashamed, but she was incredibly turned on. She wished she had taken a few seconds longer to study the arch of his back as it turned into his hips. She should have taken a mental picture of the way his chest hair curled and trailed down to the line of his trousers.
Lily’s footsteps were loud against the stone of the third floor corridor. She paced the halls, only stopping to check behind tapestries for snogging students. Being that it was Saturday, Lily knew the snogging was more apt to happen in Hogsmeade than anything.
Merlin, what she wouldn’t give to be snogging James Potter right now.
She made it to the seventh floor, also known as the most boring floor in existence. The tower was used as storage, mostly old desks and books long forgotten. Only teachers and the head students had the keys, checking it once a night before continuing on. Lily pushed open the door to go into where all the books were being stored, walking to the back of the room just for fun.
“Aren’t you supposed to be finishing your book today? You were so excited yesterday, I actually kind of took offense.”
Normally, Lily would’ve brightened at the sound of his voice echoing into the dark room during rounds. Normally, Lily would jump right into his arms and kiss him gleefully. Normally, she wouldn’t be thinking of doing more than kissing when she caught his hazel eyes flickering under the flames of the wall torches.
James tilted his head inquisitively when Lily didn’t have a sassy comeback about her book. He moved smoothly, like a deer in the forest, barely making a sound. Lily stood frozen in front of a stained glass window near the stack of charms books, her face turning bright red instantly. Lily swallowed thickly when James positioned his body in front of hers.
At least he was fully clothed this time.
“I’m on rounds.” She blurted out, stupidly.
James tucked his fingers under her chin as he acknowledged, “I can see that, love.”
He called her love, he always had, even before they started dating. It still turned her knees to mush. He leaned down, pressing his mouth to hers softly. Oh fuck, she was kissing him back, losing initiative, losing focus. His kiss warmed her up, undoing the knots on her insides like magic.
Her hands slid up his arms, feeling his body move closer to hers. Lily's mouth opened against his so that she could capture his lower lip, tugging it impatiently, feeling the skin flex under her teeth. James responded to that by deepening the kiss, tasting her with ample amounts of his tongue against hers. His left hand angled her face before it slipped against the back of her neck, holding her in place as they kissed.
Too bad he was fully clothed now.
When James pulled back, Lily's eyes were still closed. She could feel that he hadn’t gone far. His exhaled air washed over her mouth sensually, promising her that he hadn't given up all his kisses yet. It was better than any book she’d ever read, but maybe that was but maybe that was because it was James doing the romancing.
“Why are you on rounds?” He asked, voice deeper than usual.
Lily's head was spinning from his arrival. “Frankie Barry and Sasha Verbs got stinging nettle all over them and are in the hospital wing until Monday.”
“Yeah I caught them having a go at it in the Herbology lab,” James said, “but I thought Annie was the alternate for tonight.”
“James,” Lily opened her eyes to find him watching her very closely, “Annie got stinging nettles too.”
“How did Annie get nettles?” James was so cute when his nose wrinkled up from irritation.
“Probably from that prick Frankie.” Lily huffed, “Penny told me that he was shagging them both.”
“Fucking fifth years,” James rolled his eyes, “they’re nothing but raging hormones.”
“Yah,” Lily pretended to agree as her left hand felt it’s way up his bicep, “raging hormones, the lot of em.”
James noticed her attention waver. A knowing smile overtook his face, showing off the sharp square of his jawbone. Lily wished he wasn’t wearing robes, they did nothing for the figure underneath. And boy, was there a lot hiding underneath. James started kissing her neck, sucking gently at her pulse point so that she leaned into him.
“How did you find me?” She asked him, despite enjoying the way he was marking up her neck.
“Oh, I noticed you were missing from dinner, so I asked around. Penny the Pain ended up telling me that you were supposed to be finding me.” He replied conversationally, nipping at her skin playfully. “I left out the fact that you did find me earlier, but Sirius unfortunately told the entire table what happened two seconds later.”
Lily groaned, letting her head fall back. “No.”
James chuckled as he brushed her hair out of his mouth's way with his fingers, “he finds it hilarious that you saw me naked and ran off without any explanation.”
“Mm sorry.” She mumbled, slurring her words when he blew cool air onto the hickey he'd just undoubtedly made.
James pulled her face to look at him, showing nothing but empathy in his eyes, “bit shocking for the both of us, yeah?”
She nodded miserably, “I should’ve knocked, but I was so mad about Frankie, and Nigel, so I had to come get you."
"I get Frankie, but why Nigel?"
"Because Nigel Babbington thinks you need more practice on a broomstick.” Lily rolled her eyes.
James immediately retracted in horror. “That bastard couldn’t catch a quaffle if it hit him in the face!”
Lily pouted her lower lip and gave him her saddest eyes. “Yeah, obviously that’s what I said!”
“Well, those pricks aside,” James brushed her hair from her face with his thumb, “why don’t you go back to the common room, and I’ll finish your route?"
Lily stood on her tiptoes to angle herself a little taller, “you mean it?”
James softened at her enthusiasm, “of course I mean it, you work your cute little arse off all week so I can play quidditch. You should get time to do what you want to do, too.”
She didn't know how to tell him the only thing she wanted to do was keep touching him in that tower, where it was unlikely anyone would find them.
Lily took both his hands in hers, frowning considerably. “I wish we had an alternate of an alternate, James.”
“To be fair, neither of us predicted Frankie would give both sixth year prefects nettles.” James said, using his body to slowly push the back of her knees right into the window ledge. “Come to think of it, we did the best we could, so really we should both be off the hook here.”
She pushed her fingers through his curls, which were dried despite his earlier wet appearance, “I like the way you think."
"I get my best ideas from you."
"I love you.”
And then she realized what she had said, out loud. Shit, was he going to go into shock? She eyed his frozen features, looking carefully, like he was prey that might flee from her arms. His hazel eyes read her, skimming her face, her hands, her body. Lily sucked in a deep breath of air when he removed any more space between them, his chest pressing up against her white button down.
There was something unspoken and wild when he closed the gap between their lips. She laughed into his sudden flurrying kisses, made up of long strokes of tongue and scraping teeth. James had one hand in her red curls, his other hand pressed against her arse, lifting her onto her tiptoes higher. Higher. She was practically balancing on her black school shoes, her tongue tasting every corner of his all-too-eager mouth.
There was something incredibly hot about the way he was holding her there, something invigorating about the way she could barely keep up with his kissing. His passion spread through the room life a wildfire. She was burning in him, feeling every inch of her body catch sparks that erupted in bolts that streamed from her head to her core. It was always like this when she kissed James Potter, and she didn't want the feeling to ever end.
Lily’s hair was tangled between his fingers while he arched her head to deepen the strokes of his tongue. He tasted like mint toothpaste, or gum, but she couldn’t decide which one as her nails scraped through his dark black hair desperately seeking more friction. She could smell him, only him, the sweet scent of cinnamon and soap. James slid both his hands under her skirt, lifting her into the wide sill of the window, which allowed her to wrap her legs around his waist.
“I love you too,” he finally replied, eliciting a soft sigh from her lips as he spoke inches from her, just in case he wanted to dive back in.
“I'm not saying that just because I like your arse, either." She nipped at his tongue.
James smiled against her mouth, "you like my arse?"
"I loved everything I saw, to be honest."
“Fuck, this is so hot, like a dream.”
She pressed her mouth along his sharp chin, leaving a trail of kisses to his ear where she whispered, “been dreaming of me, have you?”
“I think I’ve got hormones to rival a fifteen year old.” James’ fingers were wound up in her skirt now, holding the fabric tightly as if he might rip it off her. “Especially when I saw you earlier, I mean, when I saw the way you were looking at me.”
Lily’s fingers were unbuttoning his robes, desperately trying to get to the skin she’d seen earlier, “I’m sorry I ran, you’re just way too handsome and I died a little.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t run after you,” he kissed her again before admitting, “I like how you keep looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you just saw me naked.”
“I did.” She giggled.
“Damn, you’re right.” He sighed, “I just keep giving you whatever you want.”
Lily pressed her forehead to his gently, “how shall I ever thank you?”
“This is a good start,” he joked, the edges of his eyes wrinkling with humor.
“We could get in trouble if we got caught.” Lily thought the idea only turned her onto him more.
James placed butterfly kisses along her chin between every word of, "we're just snogging."
Lily's hands felt up his shoulders, wishing they were bare, "I wouldn't mind a little more."
His hands slipped under the fabric of her shirt, cupping her breasts over her bra, “something like this?”
Lily turned her head to capture his wicked smirk. She kissed him slowly while his left index finger slid under her bra to play with her peaked nipple. Lily felt tingles between her legs when he touched her like that, and so she kissed him harder, her hands grasping for hold. Even with his kiss, his hands, and his undivided attention, Lily still wanted more.
“Let’s go,” he begged into her mouth, seemingly having the same thoughts as she did. “The lake is bound to be empty this time of night.” He nipped her playfully with his teeth. “This time we’ll both strip down to our underwear.”
“That sounds pretty fun.”
“Rounds only go till ten, and then— holy hell ."
His whole lower body had shifted into hers when she locked her legs around him, using her ankles as shackles. She balanced on the edge of the windowsill, until his right hand started holding one of her legs to his body. Lily felt it as he rolled his hips up and into her. He must’ve liked it too, because his hips jolted a little more roughly on the second go. She dug her nails into his skin, meeting his thrust with one of her own.
"Lily, you’re so needy.”
“I'm needy?" Lily could feel him, and he was getting hard despite all the fabric still separating them.
James softly whined her name and it made her see stars.
“You gonna make it to the lake?” She asked him, loving that he hissed like it was possible he wouldn’t.
“Are you sure you didn’t make this entire nettles thing up, just to get me turned on so much that I'd jump you on rounds?” He teased back, hot breath splashing over her face. “You just wanted to shag me, right?”
“The nettles are true,” Lily said, “but I did not expect me running away from you to garner such a—ah— James .”
He had thrusted and rolled his thumb over one of her nipples at the same time, making her entire face flush from pleasure as she gasped his name. James got a dirty and possessive look at that, repeating the motion so that he could watch her hitch on an inhale, totally overcome by the sensation. She watched with wide eyes as he pushed aside the fabric on her right breast, leaned down, and put his mouth on her skin. When his tongue fell against her peaked skin she felt another flash of heat from below that had her wiggling in place. She was desperate for more friction, more James, more feeling.
“You might’ve run away.” James had left her bra pushed aside when he stood up again, and the cool air elicited a new feeling on her skin. “But before that, you just stood there undressing me with your eyes and as I watched the flush creep up your cheeks…all I wanted to do was get you to look like that while I was ravishing you.”
James was definitely getting whatever he wanted. She was absolutely turned on, more so than she ever had been with him. She knew he wouldn’t go so far as to have sex with her, but she wondered if he wouldn’t mind experimenting a little. They had time, rounds didn't end until ten, and no one would come looking for them.
“I want to touch you,” she whispered when he started kissing up her neck.
James sucked her skin thoughtfully before asking with a husky voice, “touch me where?”
"Where do you want me to touch?"
Lily dropped her legs from around him to give him room to move. He was pushing off his robes, letting the fabric fall to the ground. Lily watched with hungry eyes as he pulled his shirt over his head, making it join his robes on the floor. It was only seconds before he was unzipping his trousers. He already knew the answer to Lily's question. He was just teasing her, and looked pleased by the turn of events as he readjusted her legs around his hips.
"You promise not to run this time?" James kissed her, sweetly, affectionately, only deepening the touch between them by pushing himself into her so that she could feel how hard he was.
"Yes." She hummed happily when he started moving his body into hers in a wholly sexual way.
"Are you sure you want to go further?" He confirmed, "We can stop, whenever you want.”
“Okay," she whispered, "but I don't want to stop right now."
Lily had never touched anyone like she wanted to touch him, and was even disappointed when he stopped moving against her so he could readjust. James shimmied his trousers and underwear down so that they rested on him just as they were when she walked into the locker room: barely hanging on. Her hands unlocked from around his neck as she looked down and prepared to take a daunting step with the boy she loved. He was holding himself, but watching her with expectant eyes, seemingly unsure of how she would respond.
“Show me how,” Lily told him, and James took one of her hands, wrapping it around the base of his cock.
“Just go for it,” James said as her fingertips slid along the length, making him twitch involuntarily.
"What if I suck at it?"
“I'll help.”
Lily felt the thickness of his body, but she was more marveled at how velvety he felt. He hissed when her fingers slid underneath the shaft gently and he bucked forward, making her entire hand wrap around him in gut reaction. His hands grabbed ahold of her waist as if seeking to anchor himself to something, and she didn't mind that it was her.
“Fuck,” he closed his eyes once more when she moved her hand in a pumping motion, “are we sure I’m not dreaming?”
“Not dreaming.” She confirmed before asking, “does it feel good?”
James managed a short laugh, as if she was absurd for even asking. Lily brought her mouth to his and he willingly accepted her kisses as her hand started moving up and down his shaft in slow, unpracticed, motions. James was distracted by her hand, only kissing her absentmindedly, almost like he could not handle thinking about both at once. She felt James quivering, and her hand was starting to feel tired. James rutted into her hand again, ripping his mouth from hers to hiss a long stream of curses. It was clear he wanted more because he was wide eyed, nothing but need dripping from his expression.
“Here,” he said gruffly into her neck, removing her hand from him and placing it on his balls, “touch me here.”
Lily didn’t know what she was doing, but did as he asked. James’ own hand started pumping fast against his cock. Lily watched, enthralled by the sight of her boyfriend coming totally undone before her without any embarrassment. His chest was heaving as he grabbed her hand again, guiding her into the fast paced movements until he was panting for air. She watched and waited as she followed his instructions, eager to see him fall totally apart for her.
“I’m gonna—“ James tried to warn Lily to move her hand, but it was too late.
She’d always wondered what boys were like when she was alone late at night, touching herself, but nothing could’ve prepared her for witnessing it first hand. It was messy, for one, getting all over her legs and skirt. James barely even blinked at it, he was too busy catching his breath. Lily adjusted uneasily, trying and failing to look like the products of her touch didn't bother her.
“Sorry.” James breathed into her skin, and Lily could tell by the curve of his mouth that he was grinning. “Give me a second and then I’ll clean you up.”
“It’s fine.” She kissed the top of his head softly before admitting, “I never did that before.”
James looked up, arching a playful bow, looking rather euphoric. "You've never seduced a boy before?"
Lily pinched him, "you caught me, this was all a ploy to seduce you into finishing rounds with me."
“You could seduce me into a cauldron full of nettles, love,” he said in a loving voice, “especially if you ever touch me like that again.”
"I think next time it's my turn." Lily suggested.
James' jaw dropped. "Can it be next time, now?"
Lily laughed as he kissed her again, marveling at how her Saturday had remained smutty after all, only this time there was nothing fictional about it.
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GUYS!!!
I decided to get one of my stories printed into a book, AND IT ARRIVED TODAY 🥹
Look at it! Look at ittttt! 😍
Ah! Anyway, I wanted to thank @scriibble-fics for recommending the printing place (lulu) and a big thank you to @athenasparrow @cscs01 @chiechie97 lighteningmischief & oldenough2knowbetter for their awesome reviews I totally added to the back cover❣️
Anywho, I highly recommend doing this. Such a cool feeling!
#and thank you to my dog for providing this background 🤣#I printed A BOOK#book publication#book publishing#I HAVE A BOOK#Fuck The Rich#Jily#Jily BOOK#JILY SMUT#xavier serrano#athenasparrow#scriible#chiechie97#cscs01
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Call Me By Name
Jily Muggle AU | Rated E | Chapters 1/ ? | 3.8k+
Summary: After a not-so-great breakup with a not-so-great boyfriend, Lily comes to the conclusion that is you want something done right you have to do it yourself. Whether mechanically, hydraulically, or auditorily..? She WILL find the key to that currently unreachable pleasure.
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Chapter 1 snippet below the cut...
“You have tried, right?” Marlene quizzed.
“Of course, I’ve bloody tried!” Lily responded indignantly.
“Have you read that book by Effie Potter? A Women’s Guide to Self-Pleasure?”
“No, I can’t say I have,” Lily said dryly.
“Honestly you should. In fact, you can borrow my copy. That woman is heaven sent I tell you. If that book and a new vibe doesn’t get you there, I don’t know what will.”
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Just found your page and I’m in looveee can I request number 15 with Jily and lily distracting james? tyy xx
Hello anon! I'm glad you're enjoying it here at my chaotic little blog, lol. I also found it very entertaining to still be receiving smut requests xD
I wasn't in the mood to write anything too smutty, but I loved the prompt, so I hope you'll still enjoy this little microfic...which in a meta way is also something of a tease (;
Distractions
“Stop distracting me,” he grumbled, tongue returning to its spot sticking out of his mouth. He’d been trying to get the wrapping paper to stay put long enough for him to tape it down for several minutes now, constantly losing one of the sides and inevitably having to work on the fold all over again. Meanwhile his fiance seemed absolutely set on causing his failure.
Her tongue flicked out over his earlobe again, and James felt the whole right side of his body burst with goosebumps. “This is how you best learn, though,” she teased, taking the soft skin between her teeth, “under pressure.”
He huffed, because she wasn’t wrong, but his determination to succeed was slipping the longer she toyed with him. “You said Petunia’s presents were always so meticulously wrapped it was practically an insult,” he was grumbling again, but it was nearly a pout, “and so here I am, trying to make sure ours are even more insultingly meticulous, and you’re sabotaging the endeavor!”
The bit of tape he’d been trying to use wrapped around his finger as she answered, “Mmhmm…” her lips now moving down to his neck.
“Lily…” James sighed, grip on the wrapping loosening. Suddenly, he winced. “Bugger all!” Pulling away from her, he brought his middle finger to his lips. “Now you’ve gone and gotten me a paper cut. Are you happy?”
It certainly seemed that she was, given that she was now laughing at him. “Oh, poor man. How ever will you survive it?”
“You’re infuriating. Are you aware of that?”
She grinned wickedly, because of course she was aware, and of course she delighted in it. Her expression turned serious, then, and he was sure it was a ruse, but when she reached out and took his finger, he still gave it to her. “Let me see…” She said tenderly. “Oh, this little nick here?” She pulled his finger toward her, kissing the spot softly, and he groaned in anticipation for where this was headed. “Oh, well we can fix that…”
Lily pressed her lips against his finger, once, twice, then licked across the pad of it slowly, her green eyes staring into his. James shuddered, biting his lip, dropping his gaze to where she was now taking the tip of his finger into her mouth. He groaned as her tongue swirled around it, felt his cock twitch as she let out the softest moan. “Fucking hell…” James breathed, and then she was pulling her head back, smiling at him.
“There. All better.”
“I fucking hate you.”
She laughed, throwing her head back, and the sound of it was more captivating than anything she’d done before.
“Well, then, you might hate this…” Lily smirked, and James didn’t know what to expect next, but his stomach flipped at the way she was looking at him.
She pounced, sending him crashing to the floor, her body flush against his in a moment. As he fell, James accidentally kicked the present across the room, sending it crashing into the wall. He imaged the lovely glass ornament shattering in its box, but his hands were on her hips and Lily was biting his bottom lip, slipping her tongue inside his mouth, moaning as she rocked her body into his, and James forgot all about presents and wrapping and paper cuts, even the time of year or the room he was in or what day it was.
She could, without fail, distract him from everything.
#jily#jily smut#jily fic#jily microfic#my writing#jily microfic*#james potter#lily evans#lily evans potter#jple#jple smut#smut prompts#lovely anons#jily*#smut*
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Call It What You Want - Now Complete
An Indulgent Jily Workplace Enemies to Lovers AU
The sex was supposed to have been a one-time thing. It was a mistake, shouldn’t have happened in the first place. The other one had just been there at the right place at the right time. It had everything to do with needing to find a release after a most difficult and stressful day at work. It had absolutely nothing to do with them actually liking each other. Please, they were frenemies at best, nemeses at worst.
This is a Jily Workplace Enemies to Lovers AU written for and inspired by @athenasparrow. Title and chapter titles inspired by Taylor Swift’s reputation.
Thank you to all of you who have followed along. I hope you will enjoy the final chapters of this story of mine, which we truly have @athenasparrow to thank for, because she sent me a bunch of smutty snippets that I could not resist turning into a full-fledged 80,970-word fic.
To those who will read this in the future: I hope the experience will be worth it and that you'll learn to love the characters as much as I do.
Getting Caught Up In A Moment, Lipstick On Your Face... I Wanna Be Your End Game... King Of My Heart... Read Chapter 19, 20 and 21 of Call It What You Want HERE!
Click HERE if you want to start at Chapter 1.
#call it what you want#jily fic#jily fanfiction#jily au#jily modern au#jily office romance#jily smut#jily enemies to lovers#jily#jple#james potter#lily evans
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For @mppmaraudergirl's Alight With Happiness Jily Fest, a combination of Day 1: The Big Moments and Day 2: The Little Doe-mestic moments.
“Let’s go have our wedding night, Mrs Potter,” he whispers against her mouth.
She laughs again. He’s never seen her so joyful, and it’s not the drink, because her smile has been alight with happiness since the moment she stepped into the ceremony hall. “It’s still day outside.”
“A wedding afternoon, then.” Another kiss, this one chaste. “And then a wedding evening and a wedding night. I finally have you all to myself and I intend to take full advantage of it.”
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Completed, 2.5k words, rated M.
#alight with happiness jily fest#jily#jple#james potter#lily evans potter#married jily#they are so married#fluff#fluff and smut#jily smut#my fics#the big little moments
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17 and Jily 👀
You didn't necessary ask for smut, but that's what you're getting. *blows kisses*
Kiss Meme
Hungry kisses on every bit of newly visible skin as clothing is slowly peeled away
"Lily," James muttered against her neck. "Lily. Lily."
Her name had never sounded like a prayer before.
She and James were currently on his bed in Gryffindor tower. The other boys were Merlin knew where. Lily really couldn't be bothered with that right now because James' fingers were undoing her blouse. As long as the boys stayed away from here for the next hour or so, she didn't care if they strung up Mary's underwear like a flag and marched it around the castle for everyone to see.
James lips were following the popping buttons of her shirt and Lily was sure she was on fire. There must be some kind of spell he used because every inch of skin kissed was growing warmer and warmer. He popped the button that was over her bra, kissed the strip of fabric holding the cups together, and continued down her chest. Perhaps that was one of things she loved most about him.
He'd never been transfixed with her tits or her ass like most men would be. No, James Potter was more entranced by Lily Evans as a whole than any one part of her. He'd told her that on multiple occasions; that he loved everything about her. Her eyes, her slightly crooked nose, her rounded thighs. Everything. There was always an earnestness in his voice when he talked about it, like he wanted to make sure she understood he meant every word.
Finally, he reached her skirt and yanked the zip down. He'd broken a lot of her skirts before he'd figured out exactly how to perfect that. After she shimmied out of it, James laid a kiss on each of her hip bones. It made Lily want to cry with the sweetness of it.
Then he was kissing down her left thigh, just the top of it, though she tried to get him to start up the inside of it. A soft smirk formed on his face at her cheekiness. Then he was moving on past her knee, down her shin until he reached her ankle.
Then she got that infamous James Potter smirk.
He looked cute with his hair a mess, and his glasses askew.
"James," she said, unable to stop her grin.
"Lily," he said, sounding just as pleased as she was.
Then he moved on to her other ankle and worked his way back up her body until his head was settled between and her thighs resting over his shoulders. He sent her a smile, and Lily quickly removed his glasses. James could get messy sometimes.
Pushing herself onto her elbows, she watched as James glanced at her with raised eyebrows. It wasn't really a stand off, but it something similar. They both knew where he was headed. It was just a matter of when he would get there.
Then his mouth was on her, hot and demanding and so very much James. Lily let her head fall back and the pleasure rolled through her body. Sex never felt as good with anyone else as it did with James. He was always attentive to her and eager to please, which was a lot more than most teenage boys. He also loved her.
"I love it when you don't ear knickers to class," he mummered against her.
She giggled at that. It really shouldn't have been that much of a turn on. Her skirt was to her knees, so there was no chance it was going to ride up enough to let anyone see anything and besides that, her robes covered everything. She'd only done it to drives James mad, and it had clearly worked.
He pressed the flat of his tongue into clit as he slid a finger inside her. Lily gasped.
"James."
"I love you, Lily," he muttered. Then he curled his finger inside her, and Lily arched off the bed. He was sinfully good at that.
He did it again, not stroking so hard it was uncomfortable or so softly that it felt like a tickle. No matter the day, James could find the exact rhythm she wanted and maintain it. She wanted to blame Quidditch, but he was a Chaser; it wasn't like guitar or piano where you exercised each digit individually. No, James Potter just had a gift.
"Say you love me," he mumbled then sucked harder.
"I love you," she cried. "I love you. I love you."
Then he was curling his finger harder into her, pressing her up into a glorious crescendo of pleasure, as she chocked on the word 'love.' Vibrations rang through her as she came down, and James worked her through it, finally easing up when she stopped shivering.
He looked rather pleased with himself as he rested his chin on her pelvic bone. Gently, Lily thumbed at the liquid still dripping from his lips. Mischief in her eyes, she pulled her thumb away and sucked it into her mouth.
"Fuck."
James was up and kissing her before she could blink, and Lily lazily threaded her fingers through his hair.
A loud bang sounded through the door.
"Hurry up!" Sirius called from behind the closed door.
"Go away, Sirius," James said, nuzzling Lily's neck.
She giggled.
"You can't hold the dorms hostage, James," Sirius said.
"I forgot my Charms book in there," Remus chimed in.
James sighed and brushed a strand of hair back from her face. "They're not going to go away, are they?"
"Probably not."
He flopped onto his back, his eyes drifting over her as she started to button her shirt.
"I'll get you back later," Lily said nodding to the tent in his pants.
James grabbed her wrist, a soft expression on his face. "You don't ever have to get me back. I like doing that."
Lily rolled her eyes. "I know, but it's only fair that you cum telling me how much you love me, too."
#jily#jily smut#no one can say james potter does not drink his 'i love my wife' juice#and while they're not married yet#you know he has a ring in his trunk#james potter#lily evans
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Written for @jilymicrofics prompt: Horrified
Word count: 286
NSFW warning
“She saw us! I know she did!” Lily shuddered, horrified as she peered out of the kitchen window. Her fingers made a gallant effort to close the buttons of her top. Something that would have been a lot easier, were it not for her husband’s hands still underneath.
He was clearly trying to distract her from the fact that their new neighbour had just walked by while they were making good use of the fact that Harry was out for a play date.
A soft groan rose in her throat when James’s lips suckled on her neck, her pulse racing. “She’s already seen us now, love,” he murmured in encouragement. The feeling of his hands tugging at the cups of her bra made her head swim.
He made a good point, not that it mattered much. His hips ground into hers and the fire flared up once more. A needy whimper escaped her lips. Her hand reached up to slide into his hair, keeping his lips to her neck.
“They’re going to be scandalized in a small town like this, Potter,” she told him quietly, making no effort to stop him from bending her over the kitchen counter.
“Absolutely horrified,” he chuckled in agreement, fingers disappearing into the front of her shorts. “So, I think we should give them something good to gossip about, then. Make it worth it. Don’t you agree, Mrs Potter?”
A gasping moan affirmed his words as he stroked her through the thin fabric of her knickers. Emerald eyes sparkling as she reaches out and pushes the window open, the spring breeze flowing into the kitchen.
Rolling her hips into his hand. Moaning in delight, she smirked; “Let’s get into some trouble.”
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Drunk On You || 4.3K Words || Read on Ao3 || Rated E
A continuation of this Jilytober fic.
While on a weekend getaway with some friends, Lily steals away somewhere private to cool down from the sweltering heat and the alcohol in her system. James Potter, a (very fit) friend-of-a-friend who's tagged along, has a similar idea. Spilled wine, bare skin, and bold flirting do not help them cool down one bit.
The teasing evaporates for a brief moment as his brows furrow and his eyes search hers. “How drunk are you?”
“Not drunk enough you should feel guilty about finishing what you started.” She leans in and captures his lips in a slow, deliberate kiss before pulling away. “How drunk are you?”
“More drunk on you than anything,” James says as he pulls her in again, all thoughts of spilled wine, noisy friends, and stifling heat completely forgotten and replaced with the all-encompassing fire that is this moment.
A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, friends! I've been sitting on this one for a while, and shout out to @athenasparrow for hounding me to complete it! I hope y'all enjoy! (and pssst! If you're not feeling up to reading smut today, here's my fun and saucy little T-Rated Valentine's Day treat from last year!)
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"I think we should sweep the library. Make sure it's empty."
"And why's that?"
"Because I need to be alone with you."
Captivated (a Vindicated prequel)
A little spicy something for Jilytober 👻 featuring @jilytoberfest prompts #10 and #16 + library smut, established relationship Jily, and no plot whatsoever.
Right this way.
#missgryffin writes#captivated#jily#jple#jily fanfiction#jily smut#vindicated#jilytober#jilytoberfest2023
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Come add your smutty fics to my collection on AO3! 🧚🏼♀️ Let's consolidate all this delicious, perfectly crafted Jily smut 😍
For those writing @jilymicrofics smutty July fics - I would love to have yours too!!
@uncertainwallflower just added some SIZZLING ones. I'm (kindly) demanding @annabtg and @kay-elle-cee add theirs too 😍😍😍
PS: for those of you who have left smut rec asks in my box, I am taking a long time because the list is LONG! This should help in the meantime ; )
Here to add your fic (or explore) xx
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We got new blissfulblvnk Jily smut guys… 😏🥹😍
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