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N0. 25 - Photograph | Jily Microfic

@jilymicrofics the "blushing over breakfast" fic is here!

@tiffanytoms here's the whole chocolate and smut combo xx

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The cut for smut is here because the entire fic is smutty ; )

However well James Potter knew Lily Evans, she could still be an unpredictable witch.

She took great pleasure in catching him unaware, she always had.

In their years as rivals it has been by beating him in wit. Now that they were together, her surprises had taken a seductive turn. He should have known Lily Evans would be a tease.

James honestly wasn't sure how he had survived this long. It was going to be rather embarrassing when they named his cause of death at his funeral.

Perhaps he should have been more suspicious when an owl landed on the breakfast table, a small square package hanging from its talons. But James was the trusting sort, and so he took the box without hesitation.

He paid no heed to Sirius’ story as he lazily undid the simple bow, taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

This was his second mistake.

The pumpkin juice ejected from his mouth hitting Peter square in the face as James slammed the top of the package closed. He could feel the flush crawling up his neck and over his face.

Remus turned, an eyebrow raised at the display, while Sirius’ face was slowly morphing into glee as he glanced between James and the box.

And then the cause of it all arrived at the table. Her vibrant hair seemed to glow in the early morning light; cascading down her back in loose waves that James ached to run his hands through. James’ eyes wandered over the freckles that dusted her nose and cheeks, taking in the green eyes that sparkled with mischief. And, oh god, her lips. She smiled at him and he might have mistaken it for a sweet sort of smile if he couldn’t read the wickedness that was in her eyes. Her lips were full and plump, coated with one of the muggle glosses she wore that James knew tasted like cherry.

“Morning James,” she said sunnily as she took out her wand, cleaning Peter in an instant.

James found he didn't have a response. He was much too captivated by the way she spoke, the fluidity with which she moved. It all seemed effortless when he was struggling to even breathe.

It seemed it didn't matter, for she continued the conversation without him.

“A package! Did you get a present, James?” Lily said, raising one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows at him.

Merlin, this bloody witch.

James settled for nodding since he was unsure he would be able to speak without croaking.

“What’s the matter Potter?” Lily said grinning wickedly at him. “Did you not like your present?

“Merlin Lily, you sent me a naked photograph,” James hissed across the table, finding his voice after a quick glance around to ensure no one but his friends were listening

“I wasn't naked James,” Lily corrected blithely as she snagged a strawberry off of his plate, smirking as his eyes zeroed in when her lips pursed around it “I was wearing chocolate.”

James gaped at her as Sirius snorted into his porridge.

“If you don't like it, I can take it back,” Lily said, her fingers walking slowly across the table towards the box. “I suppose I'll have to return the chocolate I got from Honeydukes too” she said, faking a regretful sigh, moving her perfect lips into a playful pout.

James felt his hand yank the box back towards him. “A bottle of chocolate?” he choked, staring at his girlfriend as he felt all of his blood rush south.

“Mmhmm” she said, winking at him before turning on her heel and starting towards the door.

Yup. No doubt about it. Lily Evans was a complete and utter tease.

“You coming?” she called, tossing her hair to look back over her shoulder and James shot out of his chair, the boxed photograph placed strategically in front of his crotch as he tried to walk towards her like nothing was amiss.

“He’ll be coming alright” he heard Sirius mutter to Remus.

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Lily swallowed a laugh as she made her way through the corridors, confident James would find her when he caught up. He'd figure out the Room of Requirement was her destination. Nothing else was up this way in the castle. And if he couldn’t deduct this, perhaps because all of his blood was elsewhere, he always had that handy map.

But even though she was expecting him, she still let out a gasp of surprise as strong arms grabbed her, slamming her body into the corridor wall. Her back thudded against the stone wall of the castle and her body thrummed at the feeling of his magic close to hers.

“Can I help you?” Lily purred, smirking up at her boyfriend as he towered over her, his body pressed firmly against her.

“You know exactly what I want,” James said harshly, his hands digging into her waist.

“Did my little present get you all worked up James?” Lily asked lasciviously, canting her hips to grind against the delightful bulge in his pants.

He did an impressive job of swallowing the moan that Lily knew travelled up his throat.

“You are a fucking tease Lily Evans,” he growled at her, his words exhaling onto her lips as he held his head just out of kissing distance.

“What are you going to do about it?” Lily challenged, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

She saw James’ eyes darken and his hands tighten their already firm grip. He opened his mouth to answer, before snapping it shut, hesitating.

Huh. That was new. What could he…

“Do you want to punish me, James?” She asked wickedly, leaning in so their lips brushed teasingly.

She felt the answer in the throb between his legs before she saw it on his face.

Oh. He did.

Her playful question seemed to have given James the confidence that she was into it, which she definitely was, and his eyes looked nearly black as he tugged her into the room of requirement, shoving her against the door to shut it.

“What’s your safe word?” He demanded as soon as he was flush against her again.

“I don't want a safe word” Lily whispered. “Go ahead and dominate me James.”

“Fuck. Are you sure?” He whispered, his eyes turning tender as he searched her face.

“Does this feel like I'm sure?” Lily said huskily, taking his hand and guiding it from her hips to under her skirt.

His hand didn’t need more encouragement as it slipped up to the apex of her thighs.

“Where are your knickers?” James choked, his fingers moving in a delicious swipe of her wetness.

She was soaked.

“I thought they’d just get in the way,” she answered. “I trust you James. You can do whatever you want to me”

That seemed to snap the modicum of restraint James had been holding on to and he cursed, smashing his lips against hers in a lip-bruising kiss before spinning her around so he was pressed against her back.

Lily’s eyes widened in surprise as she took in the room around her.

The king bed was dressed in black silk sheets with pieces of silk floating out from the headboard.

Lily opened her mouth to ask him if he'd always wanted to tie her up, but it seemed her enthusiasm had boosted James’ confidence because his voice was commanding when he spoke.

“Go stand at the edge of the bed,” he ordered.

Lily’s feet carried her before her brain caught up, apparently determined to obey the low, commanding voice of her boyfriend. She felt heat travel up her legs and settle in her core as she felt James move behind her. His rough hands started a synchronised trail from her shoulders to the buttons on her blouse.

Lily moaned as he cupped her breasts, before his fingers scrunched the fabric and yanked her shirt open, sending her buttons flying across the bed.

“Did you wear this for me?” James asked huskily, running his thumb over her nipple as he explored the deep blue lace that encased her breasts.

“Yes,” Lily murmured, closing her eyes as she let herself get lost in the pleasure. “I had a matching pair of knickers but I was so wet thinking about you opening my present that I ruined them.”

Her lips curled smugly as James tensed behind her, but she wasn’t prepared for the sharp tweak to her nipple and she gasped. He yanked the material off, leaving her bare to his touch.

“Did you touch yourself?” he asked dangerously, as he pinched her nipple harder between his thumb and index finger.

“No,” Lily said honestly. “But I wanted to.”

“But?” James prodded, moving to her other nipple, leaving the other throbbing and sensitive.

“But I needed you,” Lily whispered.

She heard James swallow, before drawing a deep breath and stepping away from her, his arms dropping from around her.

“Take off your skirt and get on the bed,” he commanded, his tone steadier than Lily would have expected.

Lily hastened to obey, tingling with anticipation for his touch.

“On your knees,” he demanded as she made to lie down.

Lily felt a thrill run through her as she pushed herself back up to a four point kneel.

Having shucked off every stitch, she was completely bare and bent over for him. She was surprised at how much the anticipation excited her - she yearned for him to be equally bare behind her; to satisfy the ache between her legs.

It seemed James had other ideas; Lily felt a smooth material trace up her spine and shivered.

“Don’t touch it,” James commanded as he moved the blindfold over her eyes.

The darkness that encased her seemed to make every touch to her skin feel amplified.

She shivered as she felt the bindings from the headboard float down and encircle her wrists. She whined as she felt James’ rough, quidditch callused hand trace a line from her ankle to her hip.

She spread her legs – an open invitation if there ever was any – for him to sink into her.

But he resisted.

She felt the light touch of something that wasn’t his hand start to tickle her shoulder. It circled down her side and around her breast leaving a tantalising trail until it stopped at her nipple.

Lily whimpered, pulling against the bindings as her hips tried to find purchase.

“James,” she moaned. “Please touch me.”

She pleaded her encouragement but the feather light touch continued to her naval, around to her inner thigh, never quite to where she wanted it.

Fucking fuck.

“Please,” she whined, trying to thrust down to meet his hand she knew was guiding the feather. Her muscles were taut with frustration and she felt herself coil tighter and tighter with each brush he pursued. It seemed more and more likely with each passing second that she’d be able to summit her peak without the touch she was so desperately craving.

She could feel the hot trail of liquid running down her thighs, evidence of just how desperate she was for him.

James brought the feather around her hips to her entrance, running a teasing trail around her clit while his other hand came to cup her bum.

“Why did you send that photo?” James said roughly, gripping her bum harder to stop her hips from rutting against the feather.

“To give you a present,” Lily gasped, her mind cloudy with pleasure as he continued to tease her.

She squeaked in surprise when his hand suddenly came down in a stinging slap of her bum.

Her surprise was only furthered by the reaction between her legs. She tried to clench them together as an unmistakable moan escaped her lips.

She thought she heard a deep noise catch in James’ throat at her reaction.

“Why did you give it to me?” he repeated harshly, tormenting her clit with the feather as he soothed the area his hand had just smacked.

“I wanted to tease you,” Lily confessed in a gasp. “I wanted you hard and desperate and ready for me.”

“I was,” James said lowly. “I got hard as soon as I opened that box. I’ve been aching for you ever since.”

Lily heard a needy sound escape her throat at his confession. She could feel he was reaching the end of his tether and could taste her imminent orgasm.

Merlin, if he would only touch her.

She was balancing on the brink of pleasure, just waiting for him to give her one more nudge. Her heart was racing, her muscles tight and her skin hot and flushed. Every touch, every movement, every sensation was magnified and amplified, intensifying the pleasure he brought down on her.

“You’re so wet love,” James observed as his hand crept up her leg, collecting the juices that had spilled from her in arousal. “And you taste delicious.”

Lily felt a raw moan leave her. Fuck, if only he’d taste right from the source.

“Do you want to cum Lily?” he asked, his rough hands becoming firmer on her legs as one travelled between her thighs to stroke teasingly at her folds.

“Yes yes, merlin please,” Lily begged, trying to gain purchase on his hand.

“How desperate are you?” James demanded roughly, yanking one leg out so she was spread wide for him.

“So desperate,” Lily whined helplessly, her legs quivering in anticipation.

She cried out as he blew softly on her folds, his hot breath pushing her one step closer as it landed on the sensitive, swollen skin between her legs.

“Yes you are,” James murmured, moving under her.

“Merlin, fuck yes,” Lily pleaded.

“Tell me you want to cum,” James ordered.

“I want to cum, I want to cum” Lily babbled obediently, desperately rutting her hips, her eyes only seeing as far as the dark material of the blindfold.

“Cum,” James commanded before taking her clit between his lips, his tongue firm against her while he shoved three fingers inside her, curling them around to massage the quivering insides of her walls.

Lily let out a shattering moan as her body entered the heightened state of orgasm, coiling tighter and tighter until she snapped and the tingles of pleasure washed over her, setting her nerves on fire as she fluttered around his fingers and pressed her aching clit into his mouth.

His tongue kept moving against her, driving her into an oversensitive frenzy of pleas as he took every ounce of pleasure her body could give.

Lily wasn’t sure if she’d blacked out or time had just sped up because suddenly he was over her, her blind fold was ripped away and he was sucking behind her ear.

“Is that what you wanted?” he whispered hotly in her ear. “You wanted to cum?”

“Yes, thank you,” Lily breathed, the relief of being satisfied after hours of desperation felt like a warm glow around her.

“Don’t thank me yet,” James whispered, “I’m not done.”

Lily’s eyes shot open as he moved off her, reaching over to grab a bottle of —oh.

“You really liked the chocolate, huh?” Lily breathed as she watched him open the bottle.

“I think that’s a bit of an understatement,” James said, dropping one hand to grasp the prominent bulge straining between his legs.

And now Lily could appreciate what she hadn’t been able to see with her blindfold.

James’ face was beautifully flushed, his hair wild and his pants wet where evidence of his arousal protruded.

Lily felt her lips part as her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

Fuck, he looked good.

His eyes darkened as he caught her looking, his hand moving to rub himself as his eyes fluttered close.

“You have no idea how hard it was to resist when you were like that,” he confessed lowly.

“Can I see you?” Lily asked, biting her lip as she felt the telltale signs of arousal pool between her legs once more.

James paused, setting the chocolate down as he moved to unbutton his pants.

Lily bit her lip as he hissed while he unzipped, dipping his hand in to release himself from the confines of his trousers.

And fuck he looked desperate.

He was harder than Lily had ever witnessed, veins popping and the tip so red it was almost purple. Copious precum was smeared around the head of his cock from when it had been trapped in his underwear, his tip still visibly leaking.

“I want you,” Lily said plainly, unable to tear her eyes away from his quivering, hard cock.

“Almost,” James promised, looking pained but firm in his decision. “I want to lick this off you.”

Lily spread her legs without protest, displaying her swollen, wet folds – open and ready for him.

James grunted and moved the bottle to drizzle chocolate over her. Lily gasped as the cool liquid hit her breasts, her belly and she arched up when he got to her clit.

James took his time, tracing his tongue on the path the chocolate had created and by the time he reached her centre, she was begging for it once again.

“Mmm,” James hummed as he took a leisurely lick up her wet folds. His tongue felt hot, a contrast to the cooler chocolate and the double sensation made Lily arch up into him, her eyes fluttering closed.

His tongue swirled around her entrance before moving up to her clit, nipping at it before running soothing circles around as his fingers slipped into her.

She was so wet she could hear every movement he made with his hand.

His other hand clenched firmly at the flesh of her bum and he moaned deeply into her, burying his face between her legs.

Lily tugged at her binds, desperate to reach down and touch his head, but she couldn’t get free. His enjoyment in pleasuring her had always turned her on, but Lily didn’t think she’d ever reached this height of arousal before.

It only peaked further when she caught a glimpse of the evidence he was enjoying himself.

The sight of his aching hardness leaking a stream of precum so long it pooled on the sheet below him had her legs tremble and her hips snap up to chase her release.

James moved his head to look up at her in surprise. It was very quick. But he recovered from his surprise quickly, adjusting his pace to set her off while his fingered curled inside her.

Lily’s second orgasm came crashing over her, her clit raw as he licked her down from her high.

Barely, recovered, her eyes were pulled back to where he throbbed, unbearably aroused by her climax.

“Untie me James,” she begged. “I want to taste you.”

He groaned, waving his hand so the silks evaporated into thin air. Lily wobbled as she got to her knees, weak from the pleasure that had just wracked her.

She grabbed his hip to keep herself steady as she bent to run her tongue along his tip, tasting him.

“Gahh,” James groaned, hands fisting in her hair as he pushed forward.

Lily opened her mouth wider to accommodate him, moaning around him as he hit the back of her throat.

She hallowed her cheeks, sucking as she moved with his hips, setting a furious pace that had James babbling within the minute.

She swept her gaze up to look at him and he moaned, staring down at her.

“I want to…fuck…I want to cum all over you,” he growled, his hands tight around her head.

Lily moaned her agreement as her hand crept up his leg to cup his full balls. She felt him jerk and moved her right hand to replace her mouth, while her left cupped her breast up for him as she dropped back. as she dropped back.

“Cum on me James,” she said huskily, her eyes on his.

He throbbed in her hand, strong spurts leaving his tip and decorating her body that had just been licked clean of chocolate.

“Fuck,” he moaned out as she continued stroking him, his eyes sweeping over her.

She must look a sight, she thought. Weak from her own pleasure, hair mussed and lips swollen, covered in his cum.

He voiced her own thought, looking down at her and saying hazily “I wish I had a camera to take another photo of you. This one might just rival your little gift earlier.”