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beautifulbrainrot · 7 months

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sirius and remus getting jealous over seeing their mommy only touch all over james in the library, him basically dry humping her hand and she massages him through his pants. unfortunately, james had been the only behaved that week so siri and rem get punished by watching. 😍🙏

i love you. like so much, thank you omg!!! i feel like this is bad, but i loved the concept and this is my first request for them omh!! lmk what u think 💋

poly!marauders x fem!reader

cw 18+ poly!marauders (james x sirius x remus x you) , sub!characters, dom!reader, semi public (in library but it’s implied no one else is there), mommy kink, coming it pants, punishment, crying, begging

remus and sirius’ heads snapped up from their books as they heard a soft moan fall from the lips of their boyfriend, echoing around the vacant library.

james’ head was bowed, his cheeks flushed as he squirmed in his seat slightly. it took a few seconds for the other boys to realise what was happening, your teasing smirk and hand reaching underneath the table towards the trembling boy finally tipping them off.

“mommy!” sirius whisper shouted, as you continued to palm jamie through his pants, leaving your other poor boys out.

“what, sweetheart?” you asked calmly, the question almost rhetorical as you already knew what he was asking for.

“why are you just touching prongs!” he whined, his voice upset as he watched you pleasure james and not him or remus.

“because jamie has been a good boy this week! you two have not.” you seethed, your voice low and quiet, the tone sending shivers down the boys spines and blood rushing to their confined cocks.

“i’m sorry mommy! i- please- please touch me, i need it!” remus cried out, tears pricking in his eyes.

“no. this is your punishment. you’re going to sit there and watch me get jamie off, without touching yourselves.” you said simply, leaving no room for argument.

the boys pouted and whined, but you ignored them, instead focusing on your sweet james.

“baby, you look so pretty for mommy.. such a good boy, my best boy.”

that caused sirius to cry out, his eyes wide and teary.

“don’t say that mommy, please!” he sobbed, distraught.

you ignored him, instead cooing at james as he started to buck his hips into your hand desperately chasing his release, moaning mommy over and over again, his eyes scrunched shut.

“that’s it jamie. my perfect, good boy. come for mommy.” you spoke quietly.

he moaned out, his mouth dropping open and his legs shaking as he came in his pants, warmth seeping through the fabric.

you tugged on his hair lightly, so he was looking at the other boys.

his eyes were droopy as he looked at his boyfriends, but he could see the tears on their cheeks as they squirmed in their chairs.

“see jamie? that’s what happens when your a bad boy. you don’t want to be a bad boy like them, do you now?”

he shook his head no, before curling into you, burying his face in your neck for comfort.

you stroked his hair as you stared at your other boyfriends.

“you did well with your punishments, boys. you obeyed my orders even though it was very difficult for you to watch mommy pleasure jamie and listen to him whimper without being able to do anything.”

they looked up at you, their expressions soft, and your heart melted at the loving looks on their tear stained faces.

“let’s take james back to the dorms to get cleaned up. then maybe i’ll help you sort out your little problems.”

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infictionalwonderland · 11 months

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hot physiotherapist | j.potter

SUMMARY, james has a rugby accident and has to take physiotherapy - he’s pretty down about, but all that depressions forgotten as soon as he sees you, his physiotherapist. why had he not done this sooner?

James Potter was miserable.

A very odd occurrence, although it did happen (evidently). He was pouting the whole way as Remus drove them to the physiotherapists, Sirius was giggling to himself in the backseat the whole time—Remus, ever the angel he was, tried to cheer James up by giving him complete control over the music in the car and even greeting him with his coffee order and a chocolate croissant.

James was still miserable.

“Have fun, darling boy!” Sirius chirped out the window as James got out of the car, “try not to break any bones on your way in. God forbid you need physiotherapy.”

He burst out into borderline manic cackles and fell down completely into the row of backseats, never one to wear his seatbelt as he hated being constricted—James glared with upmost venom and hatred at the backseat windows, Tarzan looking cunt.

“I hope everything goes well.” Remus’ voiced gently, shooting his boyfriend a blank stare even as he tried to stop his own amusement. “D’ya want me to fetch you any food or anything for you when you come out?”

“No. Thanks.”

Remus winced.

James was still miserable.

He trotted his way indoors, cursing inside his head at the shooting pains all up his back and his hips, with the largest pout there ever was he made his way over to the reception and told them who he was—why he was here, before behind asked to take a seat in one of the rooms where he would be joined shortly by the physiotherapist.

He sat, frowning at the large room with equipment and soft turquoise coloured walls for a short about of time and then the door opened.

And then his world stopped.

In you stepped. . your hair was tugged into a low ponytail, front strands out of the pony to frame your face. He had died, he was certain. Your skin looked so soft, the beaming white lights giving you the most heavenly glow, he was sure you were an actual angel. Your eyes gleamed beautifully, and he was lost in the exact shade of them—trying to pinpoint every little detail and speck of colour. Your lips were pulled into such a fucking lovely smile, he could’ve melted (he did melt). Even from where you stood in the door, he was greeted in the pleasant aroma of your perfume and he felt like he was floating.

Your mouth was open—oh my god he was missing an opportunity to hear your voice—wait, what had you been saying. Balls.

“Um—h—muhuh?”

Double balls.

Your beautiful smile didn’t even waver in the slightest, though, amusement weaved it’s way into your eyes and created a mesmerising pattern into your irises that he forever engraved into his memory.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Mr Potter! My names Y/N and I’ll be your physiotherapist for the foreseeable future.” You grinned, walking closer to him, “Hopefully.”

Wha—was that flirting? No! You had said it in a normal tone, like Hi I hope I stay your physiotherapist because it is literally my job, James and I enjoy it. But—yeah, no. It was like that. You were so close to him now—so so much more beautiful up close, he didn’t think that was even humanly attainable.

“Yeah—i—I hope so too, ma’am.”

MA’AM?!

Somebody sedate me, he thought.

You didn’t seem thrown off or even slightly offended, or disgusted by him. Which was, good, really, really good.

Instead, you let out this little bubbly burst of laughter and fucking hell, James knew from that point he was gone and could never return. His eyes were probably comically wide and maybe in literal heart shapes but he could truly care less. He look at you in awe—your nose scrunched when you laughed, your eyes squinted and to James you just became even more perfect.

“Please, call me Y/N—Ma’am sounds overly American anyway—“

“Would you prefer Miss?”

I’m never leaving the house again.

You blinked.

He almost stumbled to his knees in apology though that would obviously only give you the impression he was more of a creep than you already thought he was—but—hold on. He watched, mouth falling open just slightly, as your cheeks flushed a very very pretty pink and your mouth formed into the cutest smile he’d ever seen in his entire life.

He was definitely leaving the house again, and it was going to be to come here everyday.

“Just Y/N is fine, thank you for being so considerate though.” You laughed teasingly.

“Can I be upgraded to just James?”

“Oh? You don’t want to he called miss? Or Ma’am?” You grinned at him, white teeth glistening from under your full lips, cheeks turning a faint rosy shade under the strength of your grin and a strand of hair swooping in front of your eye. He was in love. “Or, Sir maybe?”

Jesus Christ of Nazareth.

James is one hundred percent that he would’ve fallen over fast first had he been standing and he’s never been more thankful he’s not. He can feel his cheeks turn red—his face heating up to an embarrassingly tomato red state at an embarrassingly quick rate.

“Nah—Ju—Just James, please.” He huffed out, moving the material of his shirt dramatically off his chest and fanning himself. “Is—um, is it hot in here or is just you? Me! Is it just me?!”

You smile at him, adorably crinkle eyed and slightly pink cheeked, looking every bit the goddess and the angel James already knew with certainty that you were.

James Potter was, as it turns out, no longer miserable.

In fact, he can’t wait for his next appointment.

#james potter #james potter x you #james potter imagine #james potter x y/n #james x reader #james x you #james potter x reader #james potter fluff #the marauders #marauders #marauders imagine #the marauders imagine #sub james potter #james potter smut #remus lupin #sirius black

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siriuslysmoking · 1 year

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HEY BABESSSS

I’m like completely in love with your writing and I NEED to read a sub!innocent!bestfriend!james… wouldn’t that be fucking amazing? Reader catches him humping a pillow or something because “it hurts down there” and she decides to help with his ache :(( that would be so cute

Need some help?

Pairing: Sub!BestFriend!James x Softdom!reader

warnings: not proof read (cuz I don’t want to), smut, smut with a plot-ish, pet names ( bub, baby boy ect.), sub/dom relations, mommy kink, pillow humping, not edited cuz I’m lazy (tell me if I missed something!)

Words: 662

Summary: James had this feeling all day, it aches, he needs your help.

notes: Bro I have to work in the morning but I just cannot go to bed before I write this. Lmao, sorry i've been MIA with my writing just been doing school, had family in town, and you know, depression 🤪. I'm in love with sub!james, it's just a must at this point.

James had been acting weird all day, you didn't know what it was, but you were in your last class of the day when you saw him squirming in his seat in potions class

You quietly put your hand on his bouncing leg, “you okay Jamie?” He nods at your words but his eyes don’t reach yours, “James?” You speak in a more stern voice.

“I’m fine!” He says in an angry whisper, moving your hand from his thigh while he faces the front of the class. You raised your eyebrows in question, looking behind you to see Remus who just shrugs.

Now it was after dinner and neither you or the guys had seen James since class. As you go on a search to find him, the boys decide to go to honeydukes for his favorite sweets since he had a rough day. They also said that they might get a pint and asked if you wanted to join, but you declined and headed up to Gryffindor tower to find the bespectacled boy.

It didn’t take you long hearing cries from his dorm quickening your pace. Once you get to his wooden door you open it without question hearing him sniffle with a whimper. You were expecting for James to have tears in his eyes, he did, but what you weren’t prepared for was him straddling his pillow. Pathetically humping it, searching for relief. You quickly shut the door, catching his attention.

“Jamie…” you trailed, walking closer, “what are you doing, bub?”

“Hurts.” He slowed his movements but didn’t stop, continuing to shift up and down his pillow. “‘S bad.”

“Need some help?” You cooed, stepping closer, so that you were looking down on him, knees touching the bed frame.

He nodded, stopping his movements as you ran your fingers through his unruly hair. “Lemme take care of you. Lay down for me.”

He did as asked, “such a good boy.” He whimpered at that and you straddled his thighs, laying his head softly on the pillow at the head of the bed. “Where does it hurt?”

“Down there.” He looked down at his lap, to his aching tent. You hummed as you looked to him for permission with your hands on the button of his pants. He lifted his hips for you, which you took as a yes.

You pulled his pants down just so you could pull his cock out. “S’ pretty, bubba.”

He hummed as your hand stroked him up and down painfully slowly, “please, momma.”

You quickened your pace, “what’s got you so worked up?”

“Skirt.” He looked down at your lap.

“Y’ like my new skirt?”

“S’much.” He whimpered, trusting up into your hand as your thumb stroked a bead of precum off his tip. He let out high-pitched moans and you knew he was close.

“Feels weird, momma.”

“I know, Jamie, let go f’me.” That’s when he let out another whimper, one hand gripping the sheets, and the other having a death grip on your thigh. His cum shot onto his stomach where his shirt had ridden up.

“Thank you.” He sighed, staring at you with faded eyes. You quickly casted a cleaning spell when you saw him getting uncomfy.

He whined as you stood up, “just gonna grab you some clothes, Jamie.” He nodded, laying back down as you searched through his trunk, searching for sweatpants for him to get out of his school trousers.

Once you got him dressed and his eyes seemed to come back to you, you heard the loud commotion of the boys getting back. Sirius was the first to enter, you and James were sitting up in his bed.

Peter tossed a bag of treats on James’ lap. “Feelin’ better, Prongs?” Remus asked, sitting on his own bed.

James nodded with a smile, meeting your eye, and then resting his head on your shoulder as you both watched Sirius and Peter fight over who would get the last chocolate frog.

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yvieliny · 7 months

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Shit my friends have said as Maruader Promps:

Modern Marauders looking for a place to do their social service

Sirius: We could just apply for Femeri like the girls

Remus: They won’t accept us because you know…we have cocks

Peter: Cocks?

James: Yeah you know…cocks

Peter: The male chicken?

Sirius and James dying of laughter

Remus: What?! No Pete you know cock. C-O-C-K . Cock

Peter starts searching it on google, and the definition of cock as a rooster appears

Peter: YOU SEE IT IS A CHICKEN

James dying of laughter: Click images

Peter clicks images

Peter: HOLY MOTHER OF JESUS OUR LORD AND SAVIOR THEY ARE HUGE ALMOST AS HUGE AS JAMES

James turns bright pink as other students heard since they were in the library

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sixlane · 23 days

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@croptopjames submission | 1.5k words | NSFW - dom/sub, praise, degradation, spanking, gagging

Dedicating this to euge @ecstarry for brainrotting with me and lune @sommerregenjuniluft because we talked about dancer james once. Love you guys <3

Regulus walks the length of the studio assessing the attire of his dancers. He has a strict policy of professionalism that he makes no exceptions for, and James has been pushing his luck recently.

He had hired James as an apprentice only a few months ago, but he was already regretting the decision. Not because of James’ abilities, but because of his utter lack of respect.

James is a brilliant dancer, don’t get him wrong. He came from the most prestigious modern dance conservatory in the country, and Regulus had managed to sign him right out of school.

He’s inclined to say James wasn’t worth the work, but that wouldn’t be completely true. He may make Regulus’ life a living hell, but he’s fucking gorgeous on stage, all lean muscles and strong lines. It’s captivating to watch, even more so when he gets to see it up close.

As Regulus makes his way across the room, he catches sight of James in the back sporting gray joggers and— he has to take a minute to register what he’s seeing. Is that a fucking crop top?

James just flashes a knowing smirk, staring Regulus down. He’s been called out for wardrobe infractions at least three times this month, and it’s starting to get old.

“Sirius,” Regulus calls out to his brother, but more importantly, his rehearsal director. “Can you start the warm up? I need to have a word with Potter.”

A few snickers sound throughout the studio because his employees can be fucking children sometimes, and Sirius nods, getting up from his spot on the floor.

Regulus turns toward the door, knowing James will follow him, and makes his way to his office down the hall.

He only has to stand behind his desk for a minute, arms crossed, before James waltzes in, closing the door behind him.

“This is grossly unprofessional, you do realize that,” Regulus deadpans.

“I do realize that,” James responds innocently, batting his lashes.

Regulus runs his eyes over the man standing in front of him, something he didn’t want to do in front of everyone in the studio.

The top hits a few inches above his navel and exposes the soft lines of his abs and a stripe of dark hair that trails beneath his joggers.

“Eyes up here,” James says, bringing Regulus’ attention back to the matter at hand.

He gives James a stern look and leans forward on his desk.

“How many times do I have to tell you this won’t be tolerated in my company?” he asks.

James’ eyes darken and he leans forward to mirror Regulus. “Not sure. Will you tell me again?”

The audacity of this man… Well, Regulus thinks, maybe it’ll stick this time.

He reaches across the table casually, stroking a hand across James’ face. The dancer leans into it, fluttering his eyes shut for a moment, before Regulus reaches around his head to grab a fistful of his hair.

James opens his eyes and a slanted smile pulls at his mouth.

“Keep your hands on the table,” Regulus says before pushing James’ head down onto his desk. “Don’t move.”

James goes willingly, bending in half over the desk like a dream.

Regulus walks around to stand behind him, admires the curve of his ass and the ridges of his spine where they’re exposed under his shirt. He runs his fingers over them, eliciting a small shiver from James.

Regulus dips his hands into the waistband of James’ joggers, sinking his nails into the soft skin, before roughly pushing his pants down around his ankles.

James’ breathing picks up, his anticipation getting the better of him. Regulus would love to draw this out, but he’s afraid he hasn’t got the time today.

He smacks James’ ass once, causing the other man to jolt and let out a soft whine.

“Stay quiet,” Regulus commands.

James nods in confirmation. A lie, most likely.

Regulus lets a finger wander through the cleft of James’ ass, circling his rim in slow and deliberate movements. He keeps his eyes on James’ face where it’s pressed against his desk. His eyes are shut, mouth open.

“You’re so pretty like this,” Regulus says. “When you’re not talking back to me.”

James makes a needy noise pressing his hips back onto Regulus’ finger, searching for a fullness he knows is coming.

Regulus smacks him again across the same spot as before. “Don’t get greedy. You know how this works.”

James nods again looking at Regulus now. His pupils are absolutely blown and it’s all Regulus can think about. The desperate want in his eyes.

“Tell me,” Regulus instructs.

James rolls his eyes back as he starts to lightly circle his rim again.

“Words, James.”

“You’re in charge,” James breathes.

“And I can do whatever I want with you,” Regulus adds.

“Whatever you want.”

“Good boy.” Regulus pulls his hand away again, but James doesn’t get a chance to protest before it’s being pushed into his mouth. “Now suck.”

James moans around his fingers, hollowing his cheeks and making a show out of it. He knows this undoes Regulus every time, watching as he listens so well, follows every command. It’s a high he’ll be riding for the rest of rehearsal.

“That’s right baby, get them nice and wet for me,” Regulus praises, bringing his other hand up to grab at James’ hip, keep him from moving too much.

When spit starts to drip down his chin, Regulus pulls his fingers away, and the noise James makes is fucking filthy. A keen he’s sure the whole company just heard, and that just won’t fly.

Regulus moves his hand from James’ hip up into his hair, yanking him back until he’s hovering above the desk.

“James, what did I fucking say,” Regulus hisses. “Do you need something in your mouth? Hm? Such a slut for it you can’t follow simple directions?”

James moans loudly, a please falling from his lips somewhere in there.

Regulus releases him and he falls back onto the desk with a whine.

Going back around his desk, Regulus fishes through his bottom drawer with his clean hand, finding what he’s looking for. A dress code appropriate t-shirt he keeps for times like these, when James just can’t help himself. He shoves it in James’ mouth harshly then pats him on the cheek.

“There you go baby. Now you can tell me just how much you like it.”

And James does without a second thought, immediately filling the room with muffled noises.

Regulus resumes his position behind the dancer, running his spit-slick fingers against James’ hole.

“Ready?” He asks.

James is a mess, barely there at this point even though Regulus hasn’t even done anything, but he nods anyway, and Regulus pushes a finger in slowly.

“Always so tight for me baby.”

“Mmph,” James moans around the shirt. He tries to fuck his hips forward into nothing, desperate for some friction against his neglected cock, but Regulus holds him still. He should know by now that he’ll stay untouched until Regulus allows it.

Once he feels James is ready, he adds another finger, leaning down to spit into the place where they slide into James. He increases the speed, crooking them to brush the spot that reduces James to a moaning mess.

He sees James’ eyes roll back again as he makes a muffled sound, so debauched and fucked out already.

For the first time, Regulus notices his own wetness pooling in his briefs, but he ignores it. This isn’t about him.

“Can you be a good boy and take another,” Regulus asks, and James nods enthusiastically. If he wasn't gagged, Regulus knows he’d be begging, has heard it enough times to memorize the sound.

Regulus pulls out completely, watching James’ hole flutter briefly around nothing, before pushing three fingers back in.

James balls his fists against the desk, barely moving his hips, trying so hard to be good. Regulus decides to cut him some slack.

“Fuck yourself on them baby, it’s okay.”

James obeys immediately, pushing his hips back wildly and making ungodly sounds that he wishes he could hear unobstructed.

Caught up in the image of James losing control, Regulus reaches around to touch his neglected cock where it’s been leaking onto the floor. He collects the precome beading at the tip to soften the slide, and pumps James slowly in time with the movement of his hips.

“You close? Gonna come for me?” Regulus asks, sugar sweet.

James barely responds, but the crease between his eyebrows gives him away. Regulus knows it means he’s heading toward the edge of the cliff.

Quickly, before it’s too late, Regulus pulls his hand away, pulls his fingers out, leaving James empty and neglected once again.

He smacks James’s ass roughly, then digs his fingers into the flesh, punishing.

Leaning forward, he puts his mouth right up against James’ ear, “Only good boys get to come, James. I expect you back in rehearsal in five minutes wearing that shirt in your mouth.”

James sobs into the fabric, ruined and undoubtedly aching, and Regulus leaves him there to clean himself up.

Maybe this time he’ll finally learn his lesson.

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remusslove · 1 year

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no because i am begging to see your take on james being edged for hours and then they finally let him cum like 🦋🦋🦋

I am frothing at the mouth

“Mommy please! Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m gonna-” he moaned bucking his hips up wildly as you jerked him off. You harshly took your hand off and gave him a slap to the face. He yelped as tears streamed down his face.

“Please mama, can’t take it anymore” he whimpered before hiding his face in your chest. Your smirked at his fucked out state. “Fine. Your lucky Remus is gonna come any minute.” Your words made him gasp through whines of overstimulation.

His wide eyes made contact with your shit eating grin. “R-remy is gonna come back?” He asked with a slight stutter as you wrapped your hand around his throat. “Yeah. So we could keep going until your cum and get caught by Remus. Or you could not cum until tonight.” You suggested making him shake his head to the last option.

“No! Please keep going! Need to cum mommy please!” He sounded almost like a girl with how high pitched his voice was. You couldn’t blame the poor boy, you’ve been edging him for almost an hour. God knows how much he hates edging.

Which is why it only happens when he’s been really really bad. And it is why his hands are each tied on the other side of the bed. Today he cursed at you more than a few times and didn’t apologize. He really tested his limits tonight when he talked back even after he was bent over your lap.

You squeezed his cock again making him mewl and fall back onto the mattress. You swiped his tip and used the beads of precum to wet his needy cock. The poor thing was all hard and red begging for release.

A few minutes later he was fighting against the restrains wanting to hug you as he came. “Mommy yes! Love you so much! Thank you!” He blabbered out words of gratitude towards you without shame.

Your eyebrows raised in amusement hearing the words coming out of his mouth. “Oh really? Gonna be a good boy for mommy now?” You teased. “Mhm! Gonna be the best boy!” He mewled feeling the knot in his stomach tighten even harder than before.

He let out a scream bordered on a moan as ropes of cum shot out of his cock. He painted softly little whines coming out every time. You chuckled placing a kiss on his forehead. You laid down next to him. He instinctively hugged you placing one of his legs on top of yours.

The door opened making the sub gasp and cover himself with the blanket. “Don’t worry jamie, I waited till you guys were done. Mommy did a number on you hm?” Remus asked giving the boy a wink. James blushed embarrassingly but giving him a nod.

#dom!reader #dom reader #sub!james #sub James #sub!james potter #sub James potter #sub!james!potter #sub!jamespotter

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sommerregenjuniluft · 23 days

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@croptopjames submission for mr james fleamont potter's birthday<3

2598 words - NSFW - cw: spanking, squirting, dirty talk, lil bit of degradation theyre being nasty idk it escalated

aka feral fucking your husband after seeing him in a shirt that doesn't quite fit like it used to~

“Baby, I’m home,” Regulus shouts after entering the front door, kicking it closed behind him with his foot as he balances the huge ice cream cake precariously on both his hands.

They’ve invited the whole family as per usual, what with their first year with Harry out of the house coming back from uni for his dad’s special day, Sirius and Remus driving down and picking up Effie and Monty on the way. All their friends will come later this week for brunch.

Today it’s just the few of them though and Regulus finds himself with a spring in his step at the thought of all of them together today.

James has taken the day off and Regulus was able to weasel his way into only half a shift today which he nearly missed entirely after the way James had sat down in his lap first thing in the morning and ridden him until he was shaking, cursing and babbling incoherently, all the while his husband was seated on his throne, smiling brightly, happiest man in the world, practically taking the matter of his birthday gift into his own hands.

“Hi love!” comes from somewhere on the higher level of the house.

Regulus brings the cake into the kitchen, shrugging off his jacket and quickly dispensing the celebratory sweet in the freezer before James sees it.

Not a moment after Regulus closes the drawer to grab a bowl of blueberries from the fridge James comes into the kitchen, huffing and cheeks flushed, a presumably heavy box of just…stuff in his arms that he must have gotten from the attic.

“James,” Regulus starts, blinking, “You were supposed to take the day off.”

His husband smacks a content kiss onto his cheek, grinning brightly. His glasses are smudged and sitting crookedly over his nose and Regulus is pretty sure he spotted a bit of spiderwebs in the mess of his hair.

“Ehh,” James makes dismissively, “I still felt restless after I hit the gym this morning once you left.”

He places the box down with a heavy thunk, petting its side like a horse—he’s such a dad, “And we’ve been wanting to get started on these babies after spring cleaning anyway, remember?”

Regulus rolls his eyes, fondness betraying him when the corners of his mouth tug upwards, “Mm, that might be true. Still it’s your birthd—”

Regulus halts.

“Love?” James looks at him inquiringly, hands propped on his hips.

On his very much naked hips. A palm length sliver of skin exposed between the indecently thin and short gym shorts and the—

“James, baby, what are you wearing?”

Oh, Regulus’ mouth is so, so dry.

“Huh?” James looks down at himself, shuffling in place before his head snaps back up to Regulus, “Oh! Yeah I found one of my old shirts from uni.” His husband snickers, giving a little twirl and shaking his hips from side to side like he isn’t currently taking five years off Regulus’ life expectancy.

“You–” Regulus stops again, eyes glued to the small swell of his stomach over the band of the white shorts, the dark hair splattered all over and coiling at the center, carving a path up and downwards. It’s downright indecent. His arms fill out the shirt just how they used to back in uni but with the difference that it’s more fat than muscle now—though Regulus knows well enough from personal experience how strong his husband still is. His pecs are visibly straining the material, the washed out, maroon letters spelling HOGWARTS cracking from the stretch.

Even more so when James leans back on his palms against the dining table, draping himself all prettily against the edge and smiling coyly, blinking doe brown eyes from under long lashes at Regulus as if he didn’t already have him warpped around his finger hook, line and sinker.

“Baby,” Regulus rasps and he barely recognises his own voice.

“Yeah, Reg?” James purrs, tilting his head and exposing the expanse of his neck.

“How long until Harry arrives?”

“An hour or two, depending on traffic,” James responds, voice all husky. Regulus is going to wreck him. Reduce him to a stuttering, squirting mess in the matter of half an hour, take his fucking word for it.

“Good enough,” Regulus grits out and then he crosses the distance in two long strides, already yanking at his tie.

They meet in a mess of parted lips, clicking teeth and tongues nudging, eager as ever, trying to lick into each other’s mouths and taste. Greedy for it, happily swallowing moans and tugging their bodies close. They slot into each other easily, practiced after all these years, decades and Regulus reckons that’s how they somewhat safely find their way onto the couch.

Regulus’ back hits the cushions with a soft oompf, barely time to gasp another breath and reach for his husband before James is straddling his lap, clasping Regulus’ stubbly jaw in warm, calloused palms and pulling him right back into their kiss. They don’t stay there for long with the way James is restlessly shifting on top of him, grinding his crotch right against the bulge in Regulus’ slacks, making them both groan.

At some point Regulus abandons James’ mouth in favor of kissing over the stubble of his cheek and jaw and latch onto his throat while simultaneously trying to get his stupid shirt buttons open. When the takes too long however James seems to grow impatient, batting his hands away and fumbling with them himself while they pant and grunt into each other’s mouths.

Regulus is nipping at James’ lower lip, already swollen and an obscene kiss bitten red and his husband makes a sound. Downright needy and he’s sitting there on top of Regulus, flushed and with that dazed look in his eyes, moaning like a little slut, so Regulus can’t quite help himself when he pulls one hand around and smacks James’ firmly on the bum.

It elicits a gasp, high pitched and followed by a long, drawn out moan and James sinking deeper into his lap, recapturing his mouth and desperately rutting down against where Regulus is hard and already throbbing. It’s a medical miracle, truly, that no matter how many times they’ve had sex, Regulus’ erection is always at its best form for James.

“Mnh,” James makes, their lips parting with a wet smacking noise, “Need you, baby.”

Regulus grunts, fingers digging harshly into the meat of James’ arse, “Slut.”

Just like expected, James whimpers, and so prettily at that. Eyebrows scrunching pitifully and he grinds once more, helplessly, “Please, please.”

“But of course, sweety,” Regulus relents easily, licking a hot stripe up his neck, along his jawbone and then right across his slack mouth, “Anything for the birthday boy.”

James moans in response, nodding his head frantically.

Regulus nods his head towards the end of the couch where the pillows are piled, “Scoot up.”

His husband does so dutifully and it doesn’t take longer than a second for Regulus to make James lift his hips and rip the sheer piece of nylon off and throw it over his shoulder, not quite surprised yet still horribly taken off guard by the lack of boxer briefs underneath.

Regulus is left with nothing to do but stare at the mess of wet, thick curls and pink fold glistening with James’ slick, spit pooling under his tongue in an instant. He grabs James’ ankles, settling them over his shoulders, trainers still on and letting his hands drive over white tennis socks, hairy shins and strong calves. Digging his thumb in there and relishing in the gasp he elicits from his husband that way, hips twitching with the suspense. Regulus strokes up his boney knees, massages the big muscle of his thighs, the hair tickling his palms softly, all the while letting himself pitch forward, making sure to spill warm breath over where James wants him most right now.

He goes further, letting his hands rake up and over his stomach, rucking the shirt up as he goes and tucking it over the swell of his pecks, exposing him for Regulus to play with.

James is panting, short little puffs of breath, brimming with excitement and barely refraining from whimpering on the way out each time.

Predictably, he breaks once Regulus lazily swirls a tongue around his exposed nipple, holding the eye contact and watching with satisfaction as James’ eyelids flutter. He can’t help but grin, nipping at the hardened nub before he retreats, settling himself comfortably between James’ thighs and without warning diving right in.

James positively screams the moment Regulus closes his lips around his cock, sucking him into his mouth and rolling him around between his lips until the bucking of his hips throws him off. Regulus hoists an arm over James’ hips, belting him down, and wastes no time inserting one finger into James’ searing wetness, sinfully hot inside.

“Ahh yesyes, please more, love, please m-hah—” James babbles, throwing his head back when Regulus drives into him with another finger, crooking them upwards and watching shamelessly as his husband’s precum pools all over his digits before diving back in to lick at his little cock.

He works them steadily up to each finger until he is four in deep, repeatedly hitting that spot inside of James and sucking and mouthing at the bundle of nerves until James’ noises grow an edge.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” Regulus asks, muffled between licks, jaw aching slightly.

“Yeah, yeah, gonna– hnng,” James breaks off, screwing his eyes shut when Regulus gives a particularly harsh suck, noises obscenely loud.

He’s fisting the cushions like his life depends on it, white knuckling them in his grip, and it only takes a handful more thrusts and licks before James is shuddering through his first orgasm. Breaths coming quicker until he eventually breaks off into a keen, thighs quivering around Regulus’ head, squeezing at his skull and riding it out, grinding his cunt uncoordinatedly forward into Regulus’ face all the while convulsing around his fingers.

He squeezes in waves of pleasure and it makes Regulus so delirious that he blinks and the next thing he knows is him kneeling against James’ ass, belt undone, slacks shoved down just enough and prodding at his slick, puffy entrance with the head of his cock.

James is staring unblinkingly at the ceiling, mouth agape and pupils so dilated they’ve swallowed most of the beautiful, dark chocolate brown.

“Baby,” Regulus prompts, bending James’ knees towards his ears with a grunt, “Jamie, be a good boy and hold these there for me.” His husband slowly blinks him back into focus, silently obliging and hooking his fingers into the bend of his knees—thank the higher powers James still does yoga once a week.

Regulus leans in, one hand holding him up off the couch, the other fisting around the length of him and smearing it through James’ wetness, “Now are you going to be able to be good and keep yourself wide open for me or are you already fucked too stupid, huh? An old man? Maybe we should postpone it for next year, ay papi, what do you say?”

James whines pathetically, rubbing his head into one of the throw pillows, knotting his black hair up even more before he swallows frantically, “No, Reg, pleaseplease, I can take it. Please, love, I’m gonna be good for you, I prom–Aah—”

Regulus bottoms out in one smooth thrust, vision dotting with black spots at the mind bending heat and vice grip James has on him, already pulsing around him shallowly.

He grants James a moment to get used to being full, slowly rocking his hips back and forth and listening for when his whimpers turn into soft moans, turning needy again, and then he reaches up to grip his chin, “Then take it, slut.”

The pace he picks up into is hard, not too fast but unforgiving and steady, a sure way to drive James crazy. Regulus nips his way along his husband’s chest, nuzzling his nose through chest hair and biting and licking at his dark nipples, tasting salt and sweat, feeling his cock twitch at the taste deep inside his husband.

When Regulus feels himself lose rhythm he hikes James’ legs impossibly higher, draping one of them over his shoulder before he starts spanking him again. The angle is awkward but it’s working, going off of the way James keeps jerking at the stinging contact, clenching around the length of Regulus and working himself into a frenzy, gasping and whimpering and groaning like he’s getting the best cock of his entire life.

“Touch yourself, baby,” Regulus demands, breath stuttering as he watches a fat tear roll down the side of James’ face, disappearing into the shorter hair at his temple.

Regulus keeps James’ thighs wide and open, rolling his hips with abandon, groaning and panting with every thrust, feeling sweat bead on his forehead and desperately trying not to lose control when James snakes a hand between his legs, frantically circling his cock while Regulus keeps pumping in and out of him.

“If you could only see yourself, baby,” Regulus grits out, “Fucking masterpiece, splayed out for me like this. Obliging my every demand, so fucking good, baby.”

James moans happily, tongue lolling out and without thinking Regulus sticks two of his fingers into his mouth, rubbing over his tongue and feeling the saliva coat them thickly.

“Can you go ahead and cum for me again, Jamie?”

James whines an affirmative around his digits, slurping messily, a trickle of drool trailing down the corner off his mouth.

“Think you’ll be a good boy and squirt all over me, baby? You know how much I love when you cum like that, hm?”

James breath hitches impossibly, eyes threatening to flutter shut as he nods deliriously.

Regulus quickly grabs him by the jaw, “Keep looking at me, James. I know you can do that for me, baby.”

And so he does.

On the next thrust James starts quivering again, fingers working furiously over his cock, mouth falling open around a silent scream and gazing Regulus right in the eyes as he pounds into him and James squirts around him. Spraying everywhere, absolutely in all directions and fucking messy, wetting Regulus’ torso and the couch—Regulus wouldn’t be surprised if the carpet wasn’t unscathed either.

That’s really all Regulus can take before his hips stutter in their pace and he buries himself deep inside James, letting the pulsing of his husband’s orgasm milk him dry as he spills and spills his cum into James for what feels like minutes on end.

At some point James lets his trembling legs back down, crossing his ankles tightly under Regulus’ bum as this one keeps jerking into his husband’s hole.

Once they’re both done Regulus is too exhausted to do anything else but collapse forward into James’ chest which he accepts with a happy hum.

They take a few minutes like this, James slowly coming to and starting to play with the curls at Regulus’ nape and Regulus breathing in the comforting scent of James, raking his short nails up and down the side of his ribcage.

After a while James presses a feebly kiss into the side of Regulus’ head, huffing out a big breath that makes Regulus rise with the motion of his chest before he snickers, “Well, happy fucking birthday to me.”

Regulus chuckles into the crook of James’ neck, dropping a kiss there before lifting and staring into his husband’s droopy eyes, “Yeah, happy fucking birthday to you, baby.”

#sirius arrives and is like: huh since when do you have a blanket draped over ur couch like that? that wasn't here two weeks ag-#jegulus #*gets forcefully elbowed by regulus*#jegulus microfic #jegulus oneshot #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter #regulus black #marauders #lune writes #lune’s tiny fic #trans james potter #ftm james potter #sub james potter #dom regulus black

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sxriusblxck · 1 year

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james always just wants to be your good boy.

he wakes up and immediately crawls under the blankets, settling comfortably between your legs to nurse at your clit and fuck his tongue into you while you sleep. he wakes you with orgasm after orgasm, not stopping until you’re pushing him away and snapping your legs shut.

when you’re stressed, hunched over your desk, looking over paperwork, he sneaks up behind you and starts massaging your shoulders. kneading his nimble fingers into the knots in your back, pressing sweet kisses to your cheeks and neck while he works. he goes on until you’re finished, even though his hands are cramping and his legs hurt from standing for so long.

if you’re riding him, he’ll lay there and take it like a good boy, because he knows how much you love it when he’s your little pillow prince. he’ll moan and whine and cry while you use his cock, going even when he’s already came, nearly sobbing from the overstimulation as his load drips down his balls, because it’s what you want. because he lives to be your good boy.

#james potter #james potter blurbs #james potter smut #sub james potter #james potter x reader

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morwap · 1 year

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Sub!james getting fucked silly by the fem quidditch captain of the rival team, being all needy and stupid.

i did pegging but if that’s not what u intended let me know

james’ face was pressed into his pillow, he couldn’t keep track of how many time he’s came but the mess under him was evident.

you weren’t going easy, your nails left marks on his hips as you moved him. he was being so good for you, taking it like a good boy.

sliding one hand down to his cock made him jerk into your hand with a whine into his pillow.

“you gonna cum again?” you asked while pumping him, james responded with a hum.

you moved your hand faster, he bucked into your hand.

“is that a yes?” you asked already knowing the answer.

“yes-yes-yes!” james moaned out.

#marauder era #marauders #marauders x reader #james potter #james potter x reader smut #james potter smut #sub!james potter #sub james potter #sub!james potter x reader #sub!james potter smut #james potter x you #james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #dom!reader

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regulus-books · 5 months

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wc: 577

warnings: slight smut, lace underwear, switch!reg, switch!james

Regulus knows what he's doing when he slips on the fully lace red underwear. He knows how much James likes him in red.

It compliments his pale skin, and shows everything. He knows how James will react. So, he slips on a shirt and walks out of their bedroom, he finds James in the living room, watching something on their muggle television. "Jamie, love?" Regulus says, walking around the backside of the sofa.

James' eyes don't leave the screen when he says, "yes?" Regulus smirks and moves to walk in front of the television, and finally James' eyes are on him. Scanning his body and stopping at the underwear. James' face heats up, turning a little pink in the cheeks, Regulus nearly laughs.

"Do you know where my black trousers are, darling?" He keeps his voice steady.

James makes a noise, one between a moan and him trying to form words.

"James?" Regulus' smirk grows wider.

"On the dresser." James ushers out, Regulus watches as his pants fill out.

"Perfect, baby, thank you." Regulus walks over to him and tilts his face up, kissing his lips gently and tugging at his lip with his teeth.

"Reg, wait." James grabs onto Regulus' milky thigh, stopping him from walking away. Regulus looks back at James, false innocence written all over his face.

"Yes?"

"Um..." James' eyes look downward, right at the bulge in his trousers.

"Aw, sweetheart," Regulus smiles and faces James again, "what's got you all hot and bothered?" James whines, hands on both of Regulus' thighs, pushing him forward to sit in his lap. Regulus puts both knees on each side of James, moving to sit on him.

"You know what." James almost growls, face in Regulus' neck, giving it small kisses.

"I'm not sure I do." Regulus teases, grabbing both of James' cheeks, forcing him to look up.

"These," James grips onto Regulus' ass, Regulus can feel his sweaty palms through the lace. "You look so pretty in red."

"I thought you would like them." Regulus kisses James softly, pushing his tongue in to taste his lover. James moans as Regulus sits up on his knees and drops back down, right on James' cock, never breaking their kiss.

"Fuck," James kisses down Regulus' jaw to his neck, "so fucking gorgeous." When James moves to cup his dick Regulus pulls away, standing back up, placing one last lingering kiss on James' lips.

"We have dinner reservations." Regulus says, pulling the lace back up on his hips.

"Cancel them, then."

"No, come on. You love this restaurant, I love this restaurant." Regulus places his hands on his waist.

"You know what I'd like to eat more?" Regulus laughs and kisses James again before walking back towards their bedroom. He slips on the nice trousers that he laid out for himself, before stalking back out into the living room.

"Absolutely not," James says, Regulus tilts his head. His semi cropped shirt and low waisted trousers show just a smidge of lace, just enough to drive James mad. "You look," James struggles to find the right word, "phenomenal. But I'll be horny all night long, baby. Please change."

"Non, I am fine. You are the one with the problem," Regulus kisses James' cheek and walks towards the door, slipping on his converse. "Are you driving or am I?"

"You." Regulus nods, taking the keys off of the hook, stepping outside into the fresh air. This will be a fun night.

#regulus books #marauders #jegulus #marauders era #jegulus smutshot #james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #regulus and james #regulus x james #james and regulus #regulus black smut #sub james potter #james potter imagine

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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Sweetest Boy (J.P)

Warning(s); dom!Reader!,Sub!James,mommy kink,punishment,James being a needy brat,handjob,Edging,Ruined orgasm,sex toy (fleshlight),nipple sucking,voyeurism,Siri and Remus being mean,brief oral (M receiving),Overstimulation,aftercare.

Pairing(s); James Potter x Girlfriend! Reader

Summary; after repeatedly telling James no he lashes out and earns himself a well deserved punishment.

A/n; James is a baby and I love him<3

“James. No.” You huffed out shoving him away from your skirt “but I want you!” He whined. “James. Do not make me tell again! Now, I have to study go bother pads!” You shoed him with your hand.

Normally you couldn’t ever tell your pretty baby no but you had to study for potions. You were in desperate need to pass this next exam to keep a good average and James wasn’t helping.

“Mommy you’re being unfair!” He pouted and you, for once, just ignored him. Batting away his needy hands anytime they tried to sneak under your skirt. “You just don’t love me!” James yelled “James!” You scolded “keep your voice down! You’re pushing too far honey quit it.” You warned. James wasn’t happy with that answer shoving your books right off the small table in the common room.

“What the- James! Your dorm! Now!” You yelled and pointed towards the stairs. You saw the realization hit him, his eyes widening as his lip wobbled as if he would cry. “Now james!” You barked and he finally slid from his seat tracking up the stairs.

When you joined James in the dorm he was knelt on his bed just like he knew he should be. “Why’d you act like that, puppy?” You asked and James didn’t respond. You shrugged “if you don’t want to answer then I’ll just assume you wanted to be a brat. You’re a bad boy puppy.” If heartbreak had a face it would be James face in that moment. The moment in which you called him a bad boy, he wasn’t you good or pretty or sweet boy he was bad and awful and terrible.

“Mommy I’m sorry! Wanna be your good boy! Wanna be good f’you!” “No. You had your chance to be good, I think you deserve to be punished.” James shook his head “please no spanks please!” You smiled “Awh, no spanks I promise my prince” you make your way to his side. You settled on the bed behind him and pull him towards your chest “you gonna let mommy touch you?” You asked and he nodded.

“O-oh god…mommy please!” James’ hips bucked up off the bed when you removed your hand for the 4th time. He was crying, his cock turning a soft purple from his lack of pent up release. “What did I tell you?” “W-wait for permission” you nodded and nipped at his jaw “so, shut up and wait for me to tell you to cum instead of whining like a little bitch in heat” James nodded his body trembling.

He felt you reach down beside his bed too loopy to care what for, until the black cyclone object came into view. “Mommy…” he breathed out his big eyes looking back at you filled with need. “Shh, it’s okay baby.” You swiped up some of his pre-cum that was constantly pouring out using it to wet the inside of the silicone.

“I’ll…I’ll be so good mommy, want you not- not the toy” you smiled “Awh, too bad you were a bad boy or you’d get me.” With that you slid the object over him all the way down to his base. He let out a sob mixed with a moan and you smiled pecking his jaw and neck. “Look at that, sucked you right in sweet boy.” A dopey smile came on his face at his nickname “M’Mommys sweet boy?” He asked and you nodded “yes you are, take your punishment like my good boy.” James whimpered bucking his hips.

“You want me to move it? I thought you didn’t want it puppy.” James wanted to say something but the words got stuck in his throat and left him looking at you with glazed over wet eyes. “What do think boys? Does he deserve to cum?” James jerked his head over seeing remus and sirius patiently watching the scene before them.

“How long have…have they been there?” James asked “long enough to know you’re a little needy slut.” Sirius said the two now having permission to come over to the bed. “Here I thought you were well behaved, thought I taught you better Prongs” Remus scolded.

“You did! I’m a good boy!” James exclaimed “mmm, I don’t think so prongsie” sirius shook his head. “You alright sweet boy?” You asked and he nodded. “Wanna cum.” “Too bad.” Remus said and swatted your hand away from the toy. “You’re making your mommy do a lot of the work for someone who’s sorry” Remus was moving the toy now at a fast and deliberate speed.

James was trying to speak but the words kept being knocked from him as remus slammed down the toy on him. “Mommy…mommy!” He whined and you cooed praises at him watching his face twist in pleasure. “Can’t take it mommy gotta…gotta stop” you shook your head. “No, be good and take what Remmy gives you baby” he was squirming desperate to get the toy away.

“Mommy, I’m gonna cum pleas….ple…” his pleas got higher pitched and eventually he squeezed his eyes shut his body going taut. You gripped remus’ hand and jerked the toy off him as his hips raised up white ropes covering his abdomen. “Sorry…M’Sorry mommy” he mumbled in a daze knowing he didn’t do what you asked. His body was still trembling as the last few ropes fell “it’s okay, baby easy. Calm down sweet boy”

“Remmy…he’s so mean.” James sniffled and you smiled pecking his wet cheek “that’s not her nice to say about someone who just made you cum.” “Yeah, prongs. That’s rude.” Siri scolded and sunk his mouth down over James’ soft cock. “Wait! Pads-” James busted into a fit of squirming and crying while Sirius sucked against his sensitive cock. “Make it stop mommy- I- hurts!!” He cried out “say you’re sorry for being rude puppy.” Remus waited and James hiccuped out another sob.

“Now, before I make Siri keep going until you cum again.” “Sorry! I’m so sorry Moons! Pleaseee” he whined out hips trying to buck off Sirius’s mouth. “Okay. Okay Siri enough” you gripped his hair and tugged him away from James.

James’ body went limp and he sighed eyes dropping and body covered in a sheen of sweat. “Cmon, let’s get you in the bath my love” James whined “no…” you stayed still while he moved into his stomach, hiding his face in your clothed chest. “Boys, can one of you grab me a damp washcloth?” Remus sat the toy down and scurried off into the bathroom.

James pawed at your covered chest “wan’em mommy” “yeah? Let me clean you up first before you get your sheets all sticky.” Siri muttered a cleaning spell and you smiled at him. Remus handed you the cold damp cloth and you wiped at James’ sweat clad body while he continued to paw at you.

“Okay, okay James take what you want” he shot up and tugged your straps to your top down, jerking your bra down with. “Gentle, puppy. Be gentle” he nodded and moved slower until your bra and shirt were around your waist. His lips immediately found a hold of one of your nipples lapping at it like he was gonna get milk from it.

The boys mumbled praises before leaving the pair of you to just be alone. You combed your fingers through his damp curls watching his eyes get heavier by the second. “My good boy, puppy. You’re such a good boy” you kissed his forehead and be hummed in response.

#fem reader #dom!reader #sub james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter #james potter x y/n #remus x janus #sirius x james #marauders era

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I have an idea for a james fic, it's not his first time having sex but it is the first time with the reader, he's used to having to be the more dominant person while having sex but with the reader it's completely different, he's been so pent up bc he doesn't really get much from tge sex with other people (bc theyre so focused on their own release that they dont care about him) and when it comes to the moment where you have him naked on your bed you run your hands up his thighs and kissing his belly and you call him baby, staright up worshipping his body, he cums, just like that, without even having touched his cock,he's so embarrassed but it's the hardest orgasm he's ever had

god fucking yes.

18+

james potter was not a virgin.

he had had sex before, but this was his first time with you.

when he usually had sex, it was fun, sure, but not entirely satisfying. the people he’d had sex with were usually only focused on their own release, completely neglecting the poor boys own pleasure.

but when he got into bed with you, stripped bare, at your mercy, looking at you as you kissed so kindly, so lovingly over his soft skin, all around his most sensitive part, calling him sweet names, he couldn’t hold it.

he came with a strangled cry, ropes of come shooting up his stomach as his legs trembled.

as the pure euphoria ebbed away, the reality of what he had just done hit him like a freight train.

he had come, without you even laying a finger on his cock.

“ah- im so sorry y/n, fuck.. i did not mean to do that, im normally- i- fuck! i don't know!” he rambled as you stared at him, eyes wide with what he assumed to be disappointment.

but as he peeked open his eyes to look at you, all he saw in your eyes was pure love, and lust.

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter fanfiction #sub james potter #sub!james potter

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myfictionaldreams · 1 year

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Day 7: Milking - James Potter

Kinktober Day 7: James Potter x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, begging,soft!James, dom/sub, praise kink, sub!james, mommy kink, blowjob, handjob, anal fingering, milking, cum swallowing, nicknames, no use of y/n

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It had been an adrenaline-filled afternoon in the quidditch stadium, in probably one of the longest matches you had witnessed at the school. 3 hours of your hands fiercely gripping the wooden panel before you as you watched and cheered for your fellow Gryffindors, stomach twisting in knots whenever a particular player so much as moved from one spot to another.

You loved coming to watch James play quidditch, proud to see the school’s most talented player doing what he loved most in the world but it was such a dangerous sport you couldn’t relax until he held the snitch.

“Come on James!” Lily shouted to your right, jumping and clapping her hands snapping your attention to the player who was now flying at full speed, arm outstretch reaching as far as he could. You leaned forward as well like it would somehow help him, a chorus of “come on!” screamed from all of your fellow Gryffindors but you couldn’t even muster up the courage to shout, scared you would be sick from nerves at seeing him move so quickly.

It was almost an instant reaction from your body as you slumped back, catching your breath that you didn’t realise you were holding, as you witnessed James happily holding the golden snitch high into the air in victory.

Smiling broadly you and Lily screamed and jumped in joy, it now meant that Gryffindor only had one more match against Hufflepuff left to win the trophy, they were so close to being the champions again!

Hooking your arm through the red-haired girls, the two of you made the cramped journey of trying to escape the stadium, along with the hundreds of other students who all pushed and prodded to get to the exit and back to the common room where you were sure would be a party in celebration.

The nervous feeling that had settled through your stomach changed from one of panic to anticipation as you paced the common room, the party has already begun the second you stepped through the door, the students not having the courtesy of waiting for the team to come back but you waited, wanting to see James before getting into the party mood.

An hour later, you were waiting on the arm of the sofa when the fat lady portrait swung back, revealing the joyous team who were carrying James on their shoulders. You laughed at them, clapping and cheering with the rest of your House until finally, James hopped down.

The tall messy haired boy pushed his way through the crowd to where you were eagerly waiting, rushing to meet him in the middle, arms flying around his neck, holding him just as tightly as his grip on your waist.

James’ mouth was on yours breathlessly, lips moving against yours, ignoring the cheers and whooping from the people around you both. Pulling back shyly at your audience you looked up at him with a gentle smile, eyes wide.

He leaned down slightly to kiss your forehead, smirking at your expression.

“I’m so proud of you” you had to shout as someone had turned the music up.

“Thanks love” his large hand cupped your jaw, tilting your head back to kiss you once more, deeper this time, his tongue slipping between your lips and for once, you didn’t care about the public display of affection, all the nerves you’d been through, you were just glad to have him uninjured.

However, it was Sirius’ obnoxious shouting that interrupted you both from becoming any more heated, demanding for James to come over and take a shot with him. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes before glancing down at you, reaching for your hand to tug you with him.

This was one of the biggest things that you loved about James, he never stopped making sure you were ok, he didn’t leave you on your own so he could hang out with his friends, and he always wanted to be with you. Pulling you everywhere throughout the party, an arm always around your waist, kissing your forehead every few minutes to make sure you were feeling ok, pulling you to the corner to lay a deeper kiss on your lips that had you mewling and wishing for more.

He knew exactly what he was doing with those kisses and now here you were, nearing midnight, his body behind yours, lips grazing up the side of your neck as the party looked like it wouldn’t be finishing anytime soon. “Want to get out of here, love?”

Finally, you had been waiting for him to ask you this for hours, turning in his arms, you only nodded whilst biting your lip. You couldn’t help but giggle as he rushed and pulled you out of the room, easily being able to push through the crowd that extended out into the corridor but you were sure McGonagall would be here to break up the party any time soon.

So you both broke out into a light job, still holding hands and rushing to get to the blank wall in the hidden part of the castle. Finally, you were staring at the wall which slowly transformed into a door, the room of requirement was definitely one of your favourite places in Hogwarts.

James stepped in first, holding the door open for you before closing it gently. Inside the room was a beautiful fireplace with a crackling fire that was lit and warming the room, in front of this and the only other thing in the room lay a beautifully crafted bed with deep maroon and golden sheets that you both had used countless times before.

James watched as you approached the bed, running your fingertips over the soft material. Turning towards him, you looked up and down his body, from the way his shoulders seemed more relaxed now he was in a private place with you, his eyes that were half-lidded and hands that were twitching at his side and you knew it was because he wanted to reach out for you.

“I’m so proud of you James, you’ve done so well today, you were a joy to watch as usual”. James smiled lovingly at you, his eyes softening as a small dimple formed on his cheek. You both had a different relationship from what others might have perceived it to be. From anyone else's perspective, James may have looked like the stereotypical boyfriend, in control most of the time, protecting you from the big bad world but when you were both alone, the roles were very much reversed.

“What do you want, pup?” you asked using your favourite term of endearment for him. It was also rare for you to even ask him this question, but you were feeling generous today as you began to delicately remove your clothes, glad that the fire was so warm against your back.

James’ mouth opened but he didn’t say anything like he was holding back so you encouraged him a bit more by taking off the last of your clothing leaving you in your underwear. “Words James”.

The boy shook his head trying to clear the fog as he stuttered, “I I I want you”.

“How do you want me? Tell me”.

You could see his cheek blushing with embarrassment, always finding it difficult to tell you what he wanted as it was such a rare privilege and he was so distracted by your half-naked body. But he took a deep breath, finding the courage to say, “I want your hand and mouth on me”.

“Good boy, see that wasn’t too difficult was it?” you removed the remainder of your clothes, feeling the fine hairs on your arms rising from being so exposed, your nipples were perky and it seemed to darken his eyes as he stared right at them.

“Strip”, you demanded, smiling slyly at watching him hurriedly remove his clothes in a much less elegant way than you had, nearly tripping over his boxers as finally he pulled them off and left them with the rest of his discarded clothes.

In all his fast movements, his cock was prominent, pumped full of blood, and slightly red on his swollen tip from where he had been hard for a while, you smirked at this before pointing to the clean bed, giving him his next instruction.

The Gryffindor clambered onto the bed, sitting back against the pillows and the headboard, his hands clenched at his side, knowing well enough then to pleasure himself without your permission, he really was on his best behaviour.

It was your turn to then kneel on the bed, slowly crawling towards him, seeing how long you could torture the poor boy who was breathing heavily watching you. However as you finally began clambering over your body, he mumbled something under his breath, his eyes once again glued to your breasts, “Want you, mommy”.

He had been so good you decided to reward him so continued to crawl up his body and sit back on his toned thighs, hands lifting to cup around the back of his head. James moved quickly, knowing that was his sign to go ahead and quickly sucked one of your awaiting nipples into his mouth, the two of you groaning at the sensation.

That wicked tongue of his lapped up the bud, moving from one to the other, swapping between sucking, licking and even nipping with his teeth which earnt him a roll of your hips, causing his cock to jump in between the two of your bodies.

His strong arms held you close, his warm skin now warming yours even hotter as every little movement that he did to your breasts went straight to your core, head falling back. Even though this was more pleasurable for you, you were sure James would argue this as tiny beads of precum began to leak from his throbbing cock.

Deciding he had enough, you pulled on his hair, causing his head to tip back to reveal his bottom lip sticking out.

“None of that, my boy isn’t a brat is he?” James shook his head, returning his lips to normal.

“Sorry mommy”, he looked ashamed so you quickly kissed his forehead, stroking some of the black messy hair away from his eyes before moving back down his body.

James followed your movements by shifting to a lying position in the centre of the bed and then began bending his legs, giving you room to sit in between them.

Trailing your fingers up his beautiful sculptured legs, you enjoyed all the little hitches of breaths it caused him to do as you tickled his skin. As you caressed his thighs and saw him part them, you noticed the two red marks that were always there after he’d played quidditch from all the time he’d spent on the broom.

You gave him a quick smile as he too noticed you looking at them. Adventuring further up, you decided to ignore his cock and began stroking his abdomen and stomach, feeling the path of hair on his crotch that you loved so very much he would stretch in class revealing it.

“Are you going to be good for me?” you’d hardly finished the sentence before James was eagerly nodding his head in response, eyes glossed over with arousal, desperate for you to touch him. “Then be a good boy and sit on your hands, no touching James”.

You could sense he was about to whine but held his tongue, shifting his body so his hands could go underneath himself, keeping them secure. Instead of verbally responding, you lowered to kiss the tip of his cock as a well done, a move that had his hips thrusting up as he moaned.

Easing back both of his knees, you exposed more of him so that you could see what you most wanted to play with. Using your index finger, you ran it down the centre of his chest, down his stomach, delicately running it over his cock that had him shuddering but you still continued, over his balls - further and further until you were circling his asshole.

James was breathing as if he’d just run a marathon, and very subtly shifted his hips down to try and get your finger closer, wanting what you had to offer just as much as you wanted to do to him. Whilst holding his strong eye contact, you spat down onto your finger, swiping the liquid over his hole and coating your finger whilst the other hand gripped the base of his eagerly awaiting cock.

The finger inserted slowly so as to not overwhelm him, but his body relaxed making it a lot easier to slip in, feeling upwards until you came across the perfect spot as James grunted at the touch, anticipating what was coming, his body twitching with want as you massaged his prostate. Simultaneously you stroked his cock, with long firm strokes, watching the skin encase his tip before pulling back adding extra sensations for him.

James was almost immediately overwhelmed with pleasure, eyes scrunching closed in concentration trying not to cum, wanting to prolong his reward for as long as possible.

You loved seeing him this desperate, the way a light sheen of sweat was coating his body, the hair on his arms standing up with goosebumps underneath, and those unholy moans that he kept singing, head now thrown back as his hips ever so slightly rocked with your hands.

With the finger against his prostate, you made sure to start slow, circling the nub with the slightest bit of pressure that you knew was sending sparks of pleasurable waves over his groin.

“You’ve done so well today in the match James, I’m so proud to be your girlfriend,” you said in a sultry tone, smiling as he actually cried out, more precum leaking out of his tip at your words, he was so easy to please.

Not stopping in your movements of tossing him off, you eased your mouth open and took his tip, laying it against your tongue before sucking, hollowing your cheeks and tasting his salty goodness. You didn’t take him any further, making sure to please all areas of his body separately to overstimulate him.

Even though James tried and failed to push harder into your warm, wet mouth. Instead, you inserted another finger into his hole, feeling him quivering around you but accepting the extra girth. With the extra support, you were able to bend your fingers in a “come here” way, bumping against his prostate as your other hand increased in the pressure around his thick shaft, tongue flicking across the slit.

James began chanting the word “mommy” over and over, you knew he was close, knew that he couldn't last for much longer. Slowing down in your movements, you removed your mouth to quickly instruct him, “Look at me James, look at me, you can cum baby”.

His head snapped up, eyes almost tearful as he looked at you desperately watching as you took him back into his mouth and continued to do the faster motions, chasing him towards his orgasm. The muscles in his thighs strained as he rutted with you.

“Mom-mommy” James slurred as he finally came, his cum shooting to the back of your throat where you eagerly swallowed, not stopping with each spurt, keeping your actions going making sure to milk him for every last drop until he was shouting and pulling away from the oversensitivity.

Removing your fingers from his cock and arse, you eased around his leg, climbing up to the pillows, and opening your arms for him to lie in. He happily accepted, laying his head on your chest, letting you hold him close but as you began to run your fingers through his hair, you noticed that his hand was now wandering down your abdomen.

“Wanna make mommy feel good too”, you could hear his voice coated in sleep and you were sure if you looked, his eyes would be close, so you reached down for his hand, pulling it up to rest against your cheek.

“Shh, it’s ok baby, I want you to go to sleep, I love you”.

“I love you too” and the soft sounds of his snores were soon filling the room of requirements as the captain of the quidditch team fell asleep.

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