HEY! It's heeeeeeereeeeee! Sorry if some of you have been feeling teased this whole time. I swear I had to wait until it would work, and even then I had to readjust the mood a thousand times, but I think I've finally gotten it right... *fingers crossed*
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. Art work by the super talented blvnk-art (tumblr) aka potterbyblvnk (insta)
Warning: Misogynistic language (from Snape!) and the promised threesome (James/Lily/Sirius)
Inspo: James and Lily's positions and some of their dirty talk is SO COMPLETELY inspired by blissfulblvnk's latest NSFW drawing that I so wish I could link. I hope it becomes readily apparent as you read. If you haven't seen it, DM me on tumblr and I can forward it, bc everyone deserves to see it for Lily's satisfied face alone, my god...!
Song: A Little Wicked by Valerie Broussard & Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift
The Trigger
Before they knew it, Christmas season descended upon Hogwarts, and snow tracks and pine needles littered every meter of the main floor. Lily had never had much of an affinity for the holidays, but that was mostly due to never really having anywhere to go. James seemed hellbent on changing that perception, however, by continually finding her in hallways or before class bells rang and magicking mistletoe up above them so she had absolutely no choice but to give in to his heavenly snogging prowess.
"Stop acting like you're not coming home with me, Lils, we've been over this," James complained with a heavy arm slung across her shoulders as they lounged in the Slytherin common room late one night. "My mother is stuck in Vienna at a conference, so we'll have the manor all to ourselves."
Sirius made a loud coughing noise from the nearest couch over.
James sighed. "We'll mostly have the house to ourselves, except when Padfoot decides to drop by unannounced and unwanted whenever he gets sick of his own family."
Sirius nodded, appeased.
Lily's sigh matched the one James had just made — they really had been over this. It would be weird not to spend her last Christmas at Hogwarts in Hogwarts. She'd always stayed in the castle all alone. Leaving almost seemed too good to be true, no matter how tentatively she yearned for it. "Okay," she finally caved, allowing a tiny glimmer of hope to ignite in her chest. "I'll go home with you."
James' grin lit up the room. "Brilliant." His fingers gently tilted her chin towards him, his eyes instantly dropping to her lips. "You won't regret it, I promise."
Lily wholeheartedly accepted his soft kiss and words. "I better not."
He pulled back slightly and she was still admiring his crooked, boyish grin and the smudge near the outer rim of his glasses that she would have wagered five Galleons came from her skin instead of his, when an ugly snort came from the corner of the room. Lily turned to see Snape reading in the shadows, his nose nearly touching the pages of his well-worn book of curses.
"Got something to say, Snape?" James threw out at him, jerking his face up, looking impressively cold even in beautifully candescent firelight. Lily wondering if the way his grip tightened around her was deliberate or simply a reflex.
Snape merely sneered, crouching deeper into his armchair, as though thinking that if he didn't say anything in response, no one could see him.
"No really, it sounded like you had some thoughts about my girlfriend and my plans that you were eavesdropping on, so please. Let's hear it."
Lily looked between the boys: hers lounging back with his foot propped up against his knee, the other practically doubled over against himself, emanating nothing but pathetic weakness. They couldn't have looked more different if they tried.
"You're a fool, Potter," Snape finally spat out, snapping his book shut.
"Oh yeah? And why's that?" Lily could see James' left thumb tapping against the couch's armrest, the only tell of his anger she knew was bubbling just below the surface. James had let her know that Snape had been particularly testy in meetings lately and that much of his ire had been directed towards him. It had gotten so bad that Voldemort had started joking (threatening) to let them fix it with a duel (murder). Obviously, this was not the kind of attention that James wanted to be garnering after he'd expressly told Lily how he was trying to lay low.
"The Dark Lord ordered you—"
"You planning on tattling on me again?" James' hazel flashed something dangerous.
"Perhaps I will tell him that my loyalty is something that threatens you—"
James let out a bark of condescending laughter. "Trust me, Snivellus: not a single thing you could ever do in this world could ever threaten me in any way."
Snape jumped to his feet, shaking like a leaf. "Are you sure about that?"
This was stupid. Lily cut in, putting a comforting hand on James' thigh. "Just ignore him. It's what I do."
Apparently hearing Lily's input was a step too far for Snape's already bruised and malformed ego. "Shut up, bitch, no one asked the Mudblood—"
In rapid succession, James and Sirius each sprang upright, pointing two wands back at Snape's already raised one. The sparsely populated common room collectively held their breath, with the older students not looking nearly as surprised as some of the younger ones who weren't already aware of the two boys' hostile past. Lily stood up in front of James and put both her palms on his chest, pushing him back slightly. "James, don't—"
"Fuck off, Sn—" Sirius growled.
"Really, Snivellus? Really? That's how you wanna play it?" James snarled almost quietly — a teapot bubbling right before it screamed.
"That's what she is—" Snape defended.
"Ignore him, seriously, he's worthless," Lily pleaded, trying to stand up taller to catch her boyfriend's eye. He finally looked at her and seemed to find some of his equilibrium back, taking a few steading breaths as his right hand cupped her cheek. She smiled and leaned into his touch. "We're going to have so much fun over break, so who cares about him? He's just mad that he still has the hots for this bitch, that's all." Her mouth curved into a grin. At the end of the day, she knew what Snape's miserable attempts to rile up her boyfriend were: jealousy, plain and simple. No matter how much he'd whined, or how many guilt trips he had tried to take her on, Lily had never felt enough pity to throw him a bone, and it was something that would make him bitter all the way to his well deserved grave.
James chuckled, and from the corner of Lily's eye, she could see Sirius stand down. "You're right. He's worthless."
Lily had long since learned that stalkers like Snape lived on making the objects of their affection uncomfortable, doing anything to get their attention and elicit a reaction. The thing that would hurt a loser like that the worst would be merely showing him how insignificant he truly was.
The only problem was, Lily had grossly underestimated just how badly hearing she and James having sex nearly every night and cuddling all day long had already pushed him towards the edge.
A moment before James could lean down and kiss her, his face splattered red and Lily gasped as she tasted iron, alerting her to the fact that his blood had ricochetted onto her as well. She looked down in horror as crimson stains blossomed through James' white school shirt and he sagged before collapsing back down on the couch behind him.
No, no, this is not happening, not again.
The common room irrupted into chaos as people shouted and Sirius started dueling Snape behind her, but Lily only had eyes for James as he gasped for air through lungs that were starting to fill with blood. Less effectively than the last time she'd found him this hurt, she tried shutting off her emotions and sprang into action, ripping his shirt open so she could see the gaping wound that ran down his entire abdomen. Snape had cursed him something wicked around her back when James had been distracted, wand lowered, looking at her. She would save him; she would always find a way to save him.
All she needed was some fucking peace and quiet to be able to concentrate. Feeling a rush of hatred that she'd never felt before, Lily threw a hex over her shoulder to end Snape and Sirius' battle, making Snape crumple to the floor. "SILENCE!" she bellowed, rubbing her temples. She had to think, Merlin-damnit. James' eyes nearly bulged out of his skull watching her, and she could almost cry from how much pain she could see he was in. She had to take it away, and now.
Remembering her research into Dark Magic, she first hit him with the same calming spell he'd used on her way back when and then set to work stitching his skin back together, glad that at least it didn't look like she'd have to regrow any vital organs tonight. Her outburst had all but cleared the room, and Lily was actually shocked when she felt Sirius' hand on her shoulder as he came to stand behind her.
"Lily," he whispered, his voice hoarse and somewhat shocked.
She was concentrating too much to notice that it might have been the first time that he'd ever said her first name. "One second, Black. I need to fix this," she mumbled, focusing all her energy on closing James' open flesh. It wasn't until his skin had a jagged, angry scab that she finally wiped her brow, and pushed herself up, ready to spin around and give Snape a piece of her rage-flooded mind. "Look here, you little piece of—"
"Whoa, easy, easy, Evans," Sirius soothed, catching her by both her shoulders. Lily almost fell backwards with the force of her momentum.
"No, that little cockroach doesn't get to—"
"You already took care of it, love."
Finally, Sirius' careful tone registered and she looked around his shoulder to Snape, still lying crouched on the floor in fetal position, bleating. "What the fuck is he moaning about?" Lily sneered, wanting nothing more than to go over and kick him in the stomach. "The git gutted my boyfriend!"
"That's what it looks like when you Crucio somebody," Sirius said slowly, waiting patiently for Lily's eyes to draw back to his.
They did, but only in disbelief. "You Crucio-ed him?!"
"No." How had his voice gotten even more measured? More understanding? "I didn't."
Lily still wasn't getting it. "Well, then who the fuck did?" Her adrenaline was cruising through her like mad, but nothing could have amped her up enough to miss James' low groan behind her. She abandoned her confusing talk with Sirius to kneel back by his side. "Hey, hey, don't move too much," she hushed, taking his hand in hers. "I'm gonna send Padfoot to the infirmary to get you some Blood Replenisher again, and then we can chat." Snape made another feeble mewl behind her. "And possibly kill this cad once and for all," she added, mostly as a joke.
James squeezed her hand back and tilted his head to Sirius, giving him the subtle hint that they needed a little privacy.
"Uh, yeah. I'll go get that, Evans. Right away."
"Thanks," she muttered, eyes glued to James.
He waited until the portrait hole closed before he reached for his wand and fully knocked out Snape. The only sound left in the room was the crackling of the dying fire. "Lils," he began softly, "thank you."
Lily gingerly leaned over him, being careful not to disturb his freshly healed skin as she stole a quick peck. "Of course. Did you ever restock that magic salve you used to have? We could really use it again."
"Yes, actually. Wait—" he tacked on hurriedly as Lily had started getting to her feet, ready to go raid his room for the ointment. "Um, I…" His irises took on a glimmer that she'd never seen before. Under normal circumstances she would have loved to see it, so ready to discover all parts of him (the good, the bad and, who am I kidding, he had absolutely no ugly) like they were now doing, but she was still feeling too much stress and relief to analyze him. "I don't want you to worry about what just happened. You know we'll take care of that for you, right? You won't get in any trouble. Slytherin promise."
Lily tilted her head. "Take care of what, James?" Hadn't she just saved his arse, again? What was he talking about? "You gonna show your gratitude by tying me to a bed and edging me again?" she jested.
His expression was searching. "The Unforgivable, Lils. We'll make sure that he and everyone else who was here never speaks of it."
Lily felt like all the tectonic plates underneath her feet were shifting and she was somehow caught, straddling two of them. There was no way— I couldn't have… that wasn't me— Lily was aware that Snape had made her angrier than she'd ever been in her life and that she had always had a raging hot temper that would have made even Hades envious, but it couldn't have gotten that bad. There was no chance she could have lost control so completely… could there have been?
James must have seen the panic play across her face. "Hey, hey, it's fine, babe. We all freak out after the first time, but it feels more natural eventually." His fingers came up to gently trace her cheekbone. "It was wicked impressive how powerful yours was for your first go though. Wicked impressive and just as hot."
Lily's mind was reeling. "I… I… didn't mean to." She turned to look at the scene of the crime, as if it would offer any clues as to how any of this could have happened.
James turned her face back to him, swiping his thumb across the bow of her upper lip. "I know. But you were protecting me. You don't fuck with people bullying others, remember? Don't feel bad about that — please." Lily knew James was trying to mollify her by drawing parallels between what had just happened and when she had hexed Mulciber in this very room for attacking Ernie, but… but… this was different. Right?
She was spiraling; she could feel her brain tipping into overdrive as the consequences of her hyped-up actions caught up to her. Holy shit, I could go to jail for this. What the fuck… "I can't believe…"
"You were mad. He deserved it; I get it, babe," James whispered. "Stop beating yourself up."
"I shouldn't—"
"Stop," James declared more forcefully, groaning as he leaned up through the pain and kissed her. Lily's eyes remained closed as he continued, "Your feelings are what make you great, yeah? Don't ever apologize for them. They're valid."
Lily chortled and glanced at him skeptically. "I hardly think that's what Remus meant when he said it."
"Doesn't matter what he meant, it's true." He gave her a sexy little wink that would have normally earned him a slap to the chest — if that chest wasn't currently so beaten up. He lazily motioned to his wand that had fallen to the floor by Lily's knees after his last spell. "Hand that over, would you?" As soon as Lily did, he summoned his healing salve and passed it to her.
She uncapped the pot and took a liberal scoop out with three fingers, dabbing it on his skin, glad for the distraction of a task. James hissed a little with her movements, but Lily watched in awe as the scar of Snape's devastating curse disappeared. "I can't believe he hit you when you had your wand lowered and you weren't even looking at him," she muttered.
James chuckled. "I can. Git's always been a loser. He hit me in the back 5th year; he knows he can't win face to face." His smile grew more genuine as he began playing with a lock of her hair as she worked on his chest, rubbing in the ointment thoroughly. "You're a very good Healer you know. You're gonna make a lot of blokes injure themselves in order to have your hands all over them like this."
Lily raised an eyebrow even as her gaze remained steadfastly on his lower left ab, her fingers pink with his residual blood. "Really? Does getting hurt really turn you on this much?"
"It's a rare occurrence, love. Maybe the novelty just gets me going." He seemed to want to take care of her in some way in return and licked one of his thumbs so he could wipe the blood off her face. It was a small gesture that went straight to her heart.
"What a line," she drawled as she grabbed her wand and disinfected her hands.
He snatched them midair as soon as she was done and brought each to his mouth in turn, kissing her knuckles. "Thank you. Again. Also, you're right, I'm really horny from how hot watching you kick ass just was and I might just need you to—"
"You're welcome." He smirked at the finality in her voice. "Now let's get you to bed. You need to rest up and I'm sure Sirius will be back with that Replenishing Potion any second now." Lily helped pull James gently to his feet, caringly ensuring he wasn't overexerting himself by supporting him from under his armpit with her body. He seemed amused by her attention, but kindly went along with her anyway.
No one paid any more mind to Snape who was still Stupefy-ed in front of the hearth until the house-elves found him still curled up there at dawn.
Despite what James had said, Lily knew it was a huge deal that she'd cast an Unforgivable Curse. She had tortured someone, even if she hadn't really meant to.
Using her privilege as Head Girl, she'd gone to the Restricted Section of the library and looked up the worst curses known to womankind, trying to get some insight into what might have happened that night. Unfortunately, what she found wasn't very comforting. It appeared as though in order for the curses to really work, you had to mean them with every fiber of your being. And Snape most certainly had felt the effects of her Cruciatus Curse so substantially that he'd been left incapacitated — which sort of shot a hole in her whole defense of it being a bit of a whoopsie-daisy. She supposed she had wanted to hurt him. After all, couldn't James have died from Snape's cowardly attack if there hadn't been a Healer around to tend to his injuries right away? James had told her that he would never let anything happen to the people he loved, and Lily felt the exact same way. She'd always been a fiercely protective soul, and now she finally had someone to channel all that energy into. That felt great.
Lily snapped the ancient tome shut, propelling dust into the air, and decided she'd cut herself some slack. What was done was done, and what truly mattered was that James was okay. It wasn't like Lily felt different or anything after performing her first dark spell (you know, besides the whole Obliviating her sister thing) — even if she could have sworn that people seemed to be looking at her with more respect in the halls now. The change could have been because of any number of reasons, such as the fact that Malcolm was still gossiping about the time she'd defended herself from him. He'd been found two days later and had had an awful lot of unsavory things to say to his friends about her, but he'd never had the nerve to try to attack her again. Or maybe it was because everyone could see that somehow James had fallen even more crazily in love with her — if such a thing was possible — and seemed to dote upon her every word. Being his well-established girlfriend was proving to provide more perks than she had anticipated. James was so visibly smitten with her that Slughorn had even started ribbing him quite regularly in class — but it was like he didn't even care. The look of adoration in James' eyes when he looked at Lily could have been enough to melt the average woman.
But not Lily. She fucking loved it.
So all in all, Lily thought as she hiked her bag strap higher up her shoulder and exited the library, what I did really wasn't the worst. It makes sense… and was 100 percent worth it.
"Follow me." Lily heard a gravelly voice command right before she was excitedly tugged along behind him.
"Babe, what the fuck, I gotta pack!" she tried protesting, but she knew it was no use. James had been near insatiable these past few days — kneeling for her so often she highly considered buying him kneepads — so it was all too easy to know what his intentions were wherever he was taking her. She could really use a good shag, and Potter always knew when she was desperate. Naturally, being desperate for him most of the time didn't help matters, but the fact remained.
"Stand here." She couldn't be absolutely certain, but she thought she detected a hint of nervousness in his tone that she wasn't all that accustomed to.
Lily watched confused as he started pacing, a few corridors down from her dorm. He looked so silly, with his face scrunched up in concentration, and if she didn't know any better, Lily would have guessed that he'd just learnt what it was like to be average at magic, what it was like to actually have to apply himself in order to learn a new spell for once. Whatever he was doing looked like it was failing miserably, and it actually amused the hell out of her.
But then a door appeared against the wall he was strolling past. Of fucking course a door appeared.
James wasted no time hauling Lily towards him and pulling a narrow cloth out of his back pocket, tying it over Lily's eyes. "James—" she tried rebuking him, but he merely slapped her hands away as they tried coming up to her face to uncover herself.
"No. Wear it."
Lily let out a huge huff. "Fine," she ground out. She guessed he wanted to be in charge tonight, and honestly, she'd had a day. She'd allow it. "But afterwards I'm telling you what McGonagall dared say to me after class." Lily was still pissed that the teacher had tried to convince her to stay in the castle all by herself this break when she had a frigging estate she could be going to instead. The logic of this witch…
"Of course," James whispered, planting a soft kiss on her lips. He smelt faintly like Firewhiskey, making Lily think that the Slytherins must have started a bit early in their celebrations for the last day of term. He let his lips linger as Lily pushed up to her tippy toes to try to get another taste of him. "But first your Christmas present."
"Really?" She smiled excitedly, reaching blindly for his chest.
"Yeah…" He yanked the two sides of her robes closer to him, pressing her body tightly against his. "Good luck topping what I'm about to give you." Well fuck. Lily found she was already loving his attitude, so she was game for whatever he had in store. "No peeking."
He guided her in the direction of the door, and she assumed inside, before she heard it latch behind them. The black cloth over her eyes was so thick that nearly no candlelight got through, leaving Lily in almost complete darkness. Unexpectedly, she felt him tug at her hair, pulling it into a rough ponytail high above her head. Lily was sure that it would be getting yanked on tonight, and the thought thrilled her. She briefly wondered if he was tying it up in her powder blue scrunchie he'd 'borrowed' so long ago, but perhaps that was far too sentimental for what he was planning to do to her tonight. Merlin, I hope so.
"What are we doing here, baby?" she asked impatiently, eagerly, feeling her lower lip finding its way in between her teeth.
"Like you don't already know," he breathed, and Lily found her knickers starting to soak with just how much his low cadence turned her on. Please be what I think this is, please be what I think this is. She heard him stroll slowly behind her before reaching for the hem of her robe and shrugging it back, off of her shoulders.
"What room is this?" she questioned quietly as his fingers slowly worked on her buttons, popping them open one at a tantalizing time. Her mind raced, trying to remember just which bra and knickers she'd put on this morning. It was silly how she still chose her underwear every day hoping he'd get a chance to see them, as if it was anything other than a given at this point. She still hoped that he'd take the chance to see them. She was fairly certain today's pick was the sunshine ensemble she'd worn on her first date with him — the very same pair that he'd owled back to her the next day in the common room after she'd forgotten them following their shags. Lily found herself making another little wish in her head that this was the case.
The puff of air she felt being expelled on her shoulder two seconds later confirmed her suspicions. It turned out she'd been right and that James recognized her bra too. He reached into her open shirt and laid siege to her breasts, massaging them through the cups. Lily groaned, tilting her head back to rest against his collarbone as she brought up her hands, lacing them behind his neck. "Is that really what you're thinking about right now?" With a firm grip on each end, he pulled apart the center gore of her bra and Lily felt it stretch until it ripped with a satisfying snap, freeing her tits.
Her nails dug into the nape of his neck. "Hey, bras are really—"
"Tsk tsk, love," he cooed, nudging his face into her cheek as his palms finally connected with her bare nipples. "I told you when I sent them back that I'd rip them off of you later. I'm merely keeping my word here." So he remembered that part too then, she thought smugly.
Lily wished so badly she could see him — see whatever wildly possessive look James had on his face as he leered at her over her shoulder. His eyes had always betrayed how much he cared for her, even back when his mouth had just plain betrayed her. She could almost picture him: strong, angular jaw lax as he weighed and caressed her breasts, getting reacquainted as if they'd been withheld from him for more than a single day. He'd always been rather obsessed with her body.
Then again, she was just as obsessed with his. She arched her bum into his crotch, rubbing herself against his growing erection. "Do we have company here tonight, James?" she asked as innocently as she currently could (so not really at all). If her heart beat any faster in anticipation, it would completely leap out of her chest. She willed her excitement to quell, to just shut the hell up for a moment so she could think, or mentally prepare, or something, for what she suspected, hoped, prayed was about to happen to her.
James growled, brushing his lips along the rim of her ear before nibbling on the lobe. His fingertips had slowed to perform gentle, languished orbits around her breasts, ever so temptingly getting closer and closer to her nipples. Only when he reached them, and was able to give each a firm squeeze, did he answer her. "What do you think?"
Lily couldn't hold back the way her body shuddered, more turned on than perhaps she'd ever been in her whole life. She couldn't wait. The only problem was, she most certainly wanted to see every single moment of what was about to go down. She could almost feel James' smile due to her reaction behind her, pleased by how thrilled she was. "Baby, do I have to wear the blindfold, though? I need to—"
James' fingers travelled down to the clasp of her skirt, unbuckling it before yanking it down with her knickers. "Patience, love."
She was going to punch the next person who told her to be more patient. (Outlook not so good for Potter, who seemed to love nothing more than harping on about this tiny little shortcoming of hers.) She grumbled her disapproval quite loudly.
"On the bed," he ordered, dragging Lily forward by the bicep and placing her hands on a mattress, leaving her to crawl up on her own. She did so, knowing she was completely on display, before turning herself around to where his voice had last been, waiting for her next command. She had the feeling that he was up to no good — more so than usual. "On your bum." She sat down and heard a rustle of movement and waited — patiently.
Suddenly, Lily felt the bed dip behind her and two strong arms pulled her backwards, between his legs and against his now shirtless chest, as a warm palm moved up her stomach, over her breast and against her throat. He forced her neck back so he could whisper into her ear. "I think you're going to like this, Lils." His right hand moved down to her inner thigh, pulling it open. "I think you're going to like this a lot."
As if on queue, Lily felt two new hands on her knees, spreading them apart further as someone settled onto the edge of the bed between her legs. "You ready for me, princess?"
Lily gasped, suddenly not knowing what to do with her hands, but decided to move them back, grabbing at James' shoulders behind her almost exactly like she'd been doing earlier. She knew she wanted this — she'd wanted this so fucking bad for so long, but it was still something else entirely to actually be doing it. She didn't want to feel like she was cheating on James, and needed to hold onto a piece of him to remind herself that they were in on this together — he's here. James was here, holding her against his body, one hand still on her neck while the other was on her leg, holding her open for his best mate. She fell farther into his warm embrace. "Fuck—"
"Shhh, sh sh sh," James whispered in her ear as she felt Sirius' longish hair tickling her inner thighs, right beside her apex. He was close, so frigging close, she felt his hot breath heating up her most sensitive, wet skin. "This is what you wanted, isn't it, love?" Lily's chest heaved, trying to process her desire and feelings and, literally everything in the world — but then she felt fingers clamping down on her nipple, as though trying to rattle her from her thoughts. "We're going to fuck you tonight, Lils. We're going to fuck you so good that you won't even remember your own name."
Lily whimpered as she wriggled slightly. It was only the beginning, and yet she already felt so entirely overwhelmed. Maybe she shouldn't take the blindfold off — there was a high likelihood that if she saw both James and Sirius, two fit fucking men, lying with her on this bed, ready to service her and please her within an inch of her life, she might just combust on the spot.
"Now show Pads how you like to touch yourself while we go over the rules."
Rules? What fucking rules? Lily was so confused by the order that she didn't even think twice before grabbing her boyfriend's wrist and placing his hand on her clit. The message was simple: he was how she liked to touch herself.
Sirius chuckled, but James acquiesced, starting off with lazy circles. "Rule number one," she could tell his face was now turned to his best mate, "this is all about Lily. Whatever she says, goes."
"Except if it's 'take off this blindfold'…" she grumbled under her breath.
James kissed her cheek, but carried on, "Rule number two: you don't get to nut in her."
Sirius made a sound of protest which quickly died on his tongue after Lily assumed James sent him an almighty glare. "Fine, fine, honey, where do you want me to come?"
Lily smiled. "Rule number three: you don't get to call me any more stupid pet names. Love, Lily, and Evans will do. And anywhere is fine."
Sirius snorted. "I thought the names were beginning to grow on you."
Lily swallowed back a moan as James gave her a particularly good stroke. "You thought wrong."
"Fine." He planted a fidgety kiss on her inner thigh as she felt his arms snake underneath and around them, clearly wanting to skip the whole introduction and get right to the good part. "What's you guys' safe word?" James' fingers stilled on her. His face and possibly the tightening of her own lips must have given them away. "Hold up, you two don't have a safe word?" Lily imagined Sirius threw his head back with the laugh that followed. "Why am I not surprised? You probably get off on the danger of it, don't you, Evans? Not knowing just what Prongs here is going to do to you next?"
Something like that.
"It can be 'Divination' tonight," James supplied, saving Lily from having to answer the quite obvious query.
"Okay," Lily said a little shakily, wondering how to elegantly say, 'Let's get fucking started, please.' She settled for reaching out and grabbing one of Sirius' arms, depositing his palm on her breast. His skin was unexpectedly smooth — as though he had never had a job, or ridden a broomstick, in his life — but his grip was harsh and punishing. Lily gasped, rolling her hips.
"Feisty," Sirius whispered after a chuckle. "It appears the lady has spoken, Prongs."
Lily felt James licking his lips right next to the favorite part of neck. "It appears as though she has," he breathed, right before springing into action at the same time that Sirius did between her legs. The combination was deadly. She cried out, her body jerking, but she felt four hands clamping down on her, holding her in place as they continued their heady, targeted attack.
Sirius' tongue was less dexterous than she had become accustomed to, but more incessant against her, scooping as though trying to lick through her while his hand travelled up her leg. She couldn't believe this was happening. She couldn't believe that she was currently in the arms of the two sexiest men at Hogwarts and— Fuck it, I have to watch. I just have to.
James was back to focusing on her tits, massaging and squeezing them, rolling her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. His cheek was pressed against hers, as though he was monitoring her breathing, his own coming to him in heavy pants. She turned her mouth to where she knew his ear was. "Please, let me watch," she groaned.
He ignored her, pinching down on her harder while Sirius chuckled beneath them, taking a break to suck on her outer lips and slip two fingers inside of her.
Lily arched her back, her head pushing further into James' clavicle as she moaned, thrusting her breasts fully into his palms. They were working her up so well. "Please, baby, please." Perhaps she just hadn't begged enough yet, she realized, and the twitching of his cock against her arse, even through his trousers, told her this was probably the case. "I'll let you two fuck me however you want, just please, baby. Let me watch."
James huffed, pretending to be angry even though he was clearly extremely chuffed to be handed all this power. "Deal." He bit down roughly, bruising a hickey below her ear, ensuring he wouldn't be forgotten as he pulled the blindfold off of her, revealing Sirius between her legs to Lily for the first time.
She instantly felt herself trembling from the combination of the sight and feel of both of them, here, positively destroying her body like this. She'd never let herself fantasize about Sirius going down on her, the act feeling too much like a crime against both her lover and her best friend, but if she had, it would be nothing compared to actually seeing it. He was so unbelievably pretty, aristocratic high cheekbones and narrow face nestled between her thighs. Another Death Eater on his knees to please her — Lily Evans, Mudblood extraordinaire. The notion shot a thrill straight up her spine.
James noticed. "Happy, baby?" he murmured against the shell of her ear.
"Yes," she whimpered. The sound became louder as she watched him pull his wand out of his pocket, activating it, knowing what was to come.
Sirius did not. "What the fuck?" he asked against her folds, his exclamation surging vibrations into her, making her twitch.
"Oh, I didn't show you this?" James said nonchalantly before bringing it down to her clit, clearly enjoying the way Lily's body absolutely lit up and responded for him.
Sirius watched, amused and curious. "No?"
"I invented it when I realized she was a difficult bird," James announced proudly. Lily wondered how the fuck they were able to have a normal conversation right now when she was already coming apart at the seams.
Sirius scoffed, sticking a third finger into her warm cunt, not to be outdone by a soddening piece of wood. "You would, you lovesick fool."
Lily cried out, all their physical attention bringing her system to critical failure, feeling her orgasm building inside her core as Sirius curled his digits, finding that sweet spot that made her see stars. James' grip around her tightened. "Keep your eyes open, love. Just like you wanted." Lily's jaw dropped, sucking in air as she started succumbing to the first waves, watching as Sirius pumped his fingers away inside of her.
"Fuck, she's even louder in person," Sirius complained, but perched up all the same, yanking her ponytail forward to angle her mouth towards him so he could swallow her scream with a kiss. Lily tried not to think about how their first kiss had been as she was coming — the notion was too strange.
James growled, his jealousy flaring up as he pulled her back, turning her head to him so he could kiss her too and tug on her lower lip with his teeth. Lily whined, her eyelids drooping. She hoped he knew that he had nothing to worry about; she doubted there was another man on the planet she would so gladly while hours away making out with. Their lips moved in sync as though they'd been made for each other.
Was it bad that she was already spent? "How'd that feel, baby?"
"Good," Lily mumbled, only half her brain feeling like it was still in her head, while the other continued to float somewhere along the ceiling.
"Good," James repeated, easily pulling her up by the ribs. Lily yelped as he flipped her forward, her palms landing on the mattress so she was now positioned on her knees. His ability to pick her up and toss her around like a rag-doll would never stop being hot to her. "Because now you're going to show Padfoot how well you can suck a bloke off."
Lily looked over her shoulder at him shocked, wondering if he truly was ready for that. Hadn't he just gotten possessive over seeing her merely snog the guy? Wasn't this going to be a little more intense than that?
Did she want to blow Sirius? Sure. He was a good-looking guy, and honestly, it would be fun to make him come in under two minutes and take his cocky, holier-than-thou attitude down a few notches. But did James want to watch that?
You wanted to see him get blown by someone else, a nasty little voice sounded in the back of her head. You got off to it just as much as he's probably about to.
"Can you do that for me, baby?" James taunted, as if willing her to disobey him by scoffing and fighting back somehow. But Lily didn't want to. James was in a mood tonight, that was for sure, but Lily couldn't deny that it was turning her on even more.
"Yes," she whispered in return.
James' irises twinkled as he watched the hint of challenge in hers. "Yes, what, love?" He unbuckled his trousers, getting on his knees behind her.
"Yes, sir." Lily knew the responding smack to her arse was a reward as well as a display of his own frustration at not getting his way — whilst somehow still getting exactly what he wanted.
"That's my good girl."
Sirius snorted, somehow forgotten, standing fully naked at the edge of the bed in front of them. Lily had a strong suspicion that this was the first time that had ever happened to him. "You guys are sick."
Lily turned back around to him suddenly and pushed his cock into her mouth by his arse cheek, taking him in deep enough to choke. "Fuck, princess—" Sirius gasped, completely unprepared.
Lily pulled back, holding onto him at his base as she tilted her head backwards, giving his tip a small lick. "Wanna rethink what you just said?"
He groaned at her tease, his hand moving forward to seize her ponytail. James swatted him away before he could get a hold though, instead wrapping her hair around his own wrist territorially. "No. Only I get to do that."
Lily smiled up at Sirius through thick lashes, oddly feeling as though her boyfriend had just backed her up. "Fuck, Evans," he finally amended sassily.
Lily smirked before rewarding him by bobbing her head up and down, her former routine with her ex-boyfriend Amos coming back to the forefront of her memory. If a quick and dirty show was what James wanted to get himself riled up, that's exactly what she planned on giving him. She used the extra lubrication her gag reflex had given her to rub down the length of Sirius' cock with her hand, moving her body sensually, arching her spine and flexing her hips in a rhythm she knew would drive the audience behind her absolutely feral.
James' angry growl a few seconds later had her dripping for him. "Minx," he whispered, grabbing her moving hips and stilling them in front of him so he could thrust into her.
Lily gasped, his snapping pelvis now doing the work of her blowjob for her.
"Fucking Circe, Prongs, you've been— you've been hiding…" Sirius tried articulating, stuffing his hands in his own hair since hers was now off limits, but the words failed him as Lily cradled his balls. She was on a mission.
Lily got Sirius to come in under a minute — a new record for her.
James knew she'd done it on purpose. He dragged her back by the pony after a particularly sharp thrust. Lily had no choice but to stand on her knees, accepting his free hand that pulled her ribs against him while he was still inside of her. "Proud of yourself, are you?" he snarled.
She groaned as he continued pumping into her, as though trying to remind her who was really in control. "Very," she replied smugly, gritting her teeth.
James unexpectedly pulled out, making Lily hiss, before he spun her around and laid down on his back. He yanked her hips over his and thrust back up into her, before pulling her chest horizontal over his. The speed at which he moved, all his athleticism coming very much in handy, had Lily feeling dizzy. James looked her straight in the eyes as he commanded his best friend, "Eat out her arse until you can get it back up, Pads." He smiled devilishly as her watched Lily's reaction, an eyebrow raised, waiting to see what she'd say in response.
Lily licked the outside of her teeth as she bent herself lower on top of James, holding his stare, gripping the headboard of the bed with both hands. Two can play this game. "Do it." She smirked as James' fingernails dug into her hips, holding them steady as he resumed pounding up into her. Something clicked in his mind though, and he patted down the sheets until he found his wand and brought it up to her clit. Lily loved that even in the midst of whatever freaky little game they were playing, her absolute pleasure was absolutely nonnegotiable.
If she thought that felt good, it seemed almost like a warm up compared to what it felt like when Sirius brought his tongue and then thumb into the fray, gently easing her arsehole into the feeling. Lily went from being able to pinpoint the exact movement of James' cock as it glided inside of her, to her mind being reduced to mush, only able to sense a general wash of amazingness, as if it had given up trying to register sensations as soon as it had surpassed its usual capacity. "Fuck, fuck, James, I'm gonna—"
"Already?" he teased, pushing his wand against her harder.
"Yes, yes," she whimpered, not giving a shit what he had to say about it. Her walls fluttered around him moments later as she cried out, collapsing onto his chest. She could die right now and honestly have felt like she had lived a pretty fucking fantastic life. This was great. Life was pretty damn great. Two orgasms, what else can a girl wish for?
Apparently more. "Ugh, fuck, Lils. You feel so fucking good when you come hard like that," James moaned quietly, stroking her hair as she tried regaining her breath.
"I wanna feel," Sirius said, perking up and giving himself a few good tugs.
James chortled, pulling himself out of her, in spite of her whine of protest, before rolling her off of him and onto her back in the center of the bed. "Give her a second."
Lily wholeheartedly agreed. How the fuck had they not even both put themselves inside of her at the same time yet? Well, into her from below at the same time. Holy shit, am I going to survive that?
"Do I get arse or pussy?" Sirius pushed eagerly.
"Pussy," James decided. "I don't trust you to go easy enough on her ass."
Sirius grinned. "Never seemed to bother you before."
Lily let out a little titter through her daze, still recovering on top of the sheets. "Well, he's never been in love before, has he?"
James grinned at her, hearts practically pouring out of his eyes, before bending down to kiss her. "Well, aren't you a cheeky little thing after you come?"
Lily had just started running her fingers through his hair, trying to deepen his kiss, when Sirius made a retching noise. "Really guys? Really?"
Lily rolled her eyes, realizing she truly had chosen to sleep with the two most dramatic men ever, and yanked Sirius' arm down, making him fall on the other side of her on the king sized bed. Hand still in James' hair, she twisted her body so she could kiss Sirius next, letting him swirl his tongue deep inside of her mouth. "Don't worry," she soothed when she pulled back, "your turn's next."
Sirius grinned while snogging her, his hand grabbing for her hip, rubbing it against him in a desperate show of his readiness for her. It turned her on. Feeling Sirius' cock on one side of her and her boyfriend's pushing ardently on the other was more than she ever could have dreamed of experiencing. She felt like the luckiest girl on the flipping planet.
No longer content to remain inactive, Lily moved her hands down to between each of the boys' legs, mirroring her motions and making them both groan into her skin as she moved her grip repetitively. James was slicker, having just been inside her cunt, but she knew he wanted to be the first one to charter unknown territory with her body tonight. She liked that even in the midst of the naughtiest thing she had ever done, he was still looking out for her. He was still making sure she was being taken care of, and comfortable, every step of the way. And the idea of him having her first something? (Well, my first physical something, since he's already my first love — so it's not like he can complain anyway.) It was hot as hell. She definitely hadn't been this turned on when she'd lost her virginity, so what did it matter anyway? Lily was well aware that vaginal penetration was somehow the end all be all in society's rulebook for momentous occasions, but screw that. She got to decide what were the important firsts with her own body, and this was decidedly one of them (right up there with her first orgasm — which I also have James to thank for).
James, as in tune with her as he was (probably due to having had access to her brain for years), knew it was time. With the arm snaked under her head, he tilted her chin back to him as his other hand pushed her hip forward, aligning her bottom into position for him. "I'll go slow for you, baby, but tell me if it's too much, yeah?" His eyes darted across her face, taking in her puffy lips, her hooded eyes, her lazy smile.
"Okay," Lily whispered, watching him right back.
James summoned some lube he must have brought in his pocket and liberally applied it to his cock before tapping on the spot right below Lily's ear and telling Sirius, "Suck right here. She loves that."
Lily's eyes fluttered as Sirius obeyed, but she had to see James' face when he penetrated her; she had to watch. James handed his best mate his vibrating wand to place back on Lily's clit as he held himself, rubbing his tip against her back entrance.
"You ready?"
"Yeah," she breathed.
James started pushing himself in, and Lily watched as his brows scrunched and the sexiest moan she'd ever heard fell from his lips. He had never felt bigger, thicker, than in this moment, and Lily had no choice but to bury her hands in both boys' hair, pulling one more tightly against her throat where he was leaving a string of heavenly bruises, and the other to her mouth so he'd swallow her muffled whine. He held her forehead as he kissed her, somehow making this action, this moment, feel like one of the most romantic ones of her life. James Potter had always had a way of making Lily Evans feel like they were the only ones there in a room full of people — or in this case, in a room with someone else she was about to fuck. All that being said, he still had a very large cock to try to fit in her arse. The vibrator was helping, but holy shit, she didn't know how much more of him she could realistically take in. "James—" she started against his lips, not even knowing what to tell him.
He pulled his face back a millimeter worriedly. "Too much?" he asked. "Want me to pull out?"
"No, stay, just like that." She needed to work up to the stretch was all. She could do that; there was no rush. She'd shag these boys all night if they'd let her.
He smiled, leaning in only his lips for a goofy little peck to her nose . She couldn't believe he had her giggling right now. "I can do that."
"Good," she teased, turning her attention back to Sirius and pushing his face down to her chest. Now that she knew how much of a biter he was, she would love to see just what he'd do to her breasts. "Down boy."
Sirius grinned, wetly kissing along her chest until he reached the top of her tits and sucked hard, making Lily jolt and James groan in response. Sirius laughed with his power in the situation before lapping some more, hellbent on getting as many reactions out of the couple as he could, even before he began fucking her.
With the hand not supporting Lily's head, James' fingertips glided from her prominent hipbone, along the curve of her waist and up her ribs, making her shiver against him. The combination of Sirius' slobbery aggression mixed with James' smooth, yet calloused, softness was wrecking her. "What else do you need, baby?" he whispered in her ear.
It felt like he was granting the permission she required to make her next proclamation. Grabbing Sirius by the cheeks, she yanked his face back up to hers. "Fuck me, Black."
The twitching of James' cock inside of her told her he'd rather liked that she'd taken over like that.
Sirius snorted as James' hand travelled to Lily's top thigh, helping her prop it skywards. "Well, all right then, you grab this, eh?" Sirius gave her the vibrating wand before giving his cock a few pumps and lining himself up, thrusting himself in. Lily gasped, feeling full to the hilt, her body trembling as her lower half's pleasure receptors malfunctioned again, telling her nothing but good, good, bloody fucking good, over and over again. She looked down to where her body connected with Sirius', James' hand still holding her open for him, and her inner walls started clenching from the sheer insanity of it. She had two dicks inside of her right now — and she was frigging loving it.
"Fuckkkk," Sirius ground out, squeezing his eyes shut as his nails dug into her hip, still lounging on his side in front of her. "No wonder you've been keeping her to yourself, Prongs. She's tighter than—"
"Let her move first, Pads," James ordered, cutting him off from saying what Lily was sure was about to be a very telling statement. "Lils, roll your hips around until you can take it."
Fuck. Me. Lily did so, feeling her body beginning to accommodate James' one extra centimeter at a time as she got more and more turned on with everything that was happening.
"That's it, baby, just like that," he encouraged hoarsely, his hand cradling her more tightly against him.
Lily had died. That was the only explanation for just how much euphoria was currently cruising through her veins, threatening to take her higher and higher, or possibly drag her all the way to hell. All she knew was that her eyes were starting to roll back into her skull, and she was ready for one of them to move now, having sufficiently worked up her body. "Do you want to thrust?" Lily asked, craning her face back to James, needing him to feel even a tenth of what she was as her hips never stopped moving.
James brushed his lips against hers, making Lily moan as he was almost completely inside of her now. "Nah, I'll feel it when Pads does. Let's go easy back here this first time, yeah?"
First time? Yep. She was definitely dead. This was heaven, and Merlin-almighty, she was so glad for whatever life of virtue she'd led to end up here.
She turned back to his best mate. "Go for it," she demanded.
"Yes, ma'am." Sirius started plunging his cock in and out of her, making Lily scream nearly right away with the force of her pleasure. She felt a bit like she'd been living in a world of black and white and they were pumping color into her, forcing her to open her eyes and experience life the way it had always meant to be lived. (It was an insane analogy, she was aware, but how the hell else could she even begin to describe this level of sexiness?!)
"That's it, scream for us, baby," James panted, his teeth scrapping on the back of her shoulder as his top hand released her open thigh to Sirius so he could squeeze her breast instead, trying to tether them both to reality. "We got you, don't hold back."
"I—" Lily tried, "I—" What was she even attempting to say? She sure didn't have a clue.
"Fuck, Lily, fuck," Sirius groaned, his hips stuttering as he felt her walls clenching around him. Lily felt a surge of affection for him and pulled him to her lips, this time being the one jamming her tongue down his throat, willing him to suck on it. James growled behind her, his hips flexing slightly.
"Deeper, baby, deeper," she cried, writhing her body in time with Sirius' motions. James in one hole with Sirius in the other had truly made her feel tighter and more full than she could have ever imagined, and she wanted James to get as much out of this as she was. She was so close she could practically taste it.
"We're so deep in you, baby," James moaned, biting her shoulder. She knew his teeth would leave marks. "Is this what you want? We can feel you, Lils, you're doing such a good job. Taking us like this, is this what you—?"
"Yes—" she cut him off with her mouth, craning over her shoulder and pulling his jaw to her so she could kiss him as she felt herself climbing that peak. His arms engulfed her fully, and Lily took a small moment to appreciate the lines of his bicep, the swell and dips that drove her crazy and protected her and made her feel safe.
"Curve left when you thrust, Pads," James instructed, looking at his friend. "She likes that."
Lily moaned as Sirius followed James' expert guidance — something she hadn't even been aware of herself — knowing her orgasm was inevitable. Just how much had her boyfriend been noting this whole damn time? He was incredible. He was perfect.
She came wildly, taking James along with her. "I love you so fucking much," she uttered and James hissed into her mouth as he spilled himself. Lily barely registered Sirius cursing as he pulled out just in the nick of time, coming on her stomach.
"Holy fucking shit," Lily whispered, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against James'.
"Yeah. Well said," he muttered back, caressing her side again. "Was it everything you hoped it would be?"
"No." Lily reached over and dragged a finger across his lips, pulling his bottom one down, playfully. "So much better."
He bit her nail, making her giggle. "Good." She blinked a few times, looking at him curiously through her thick lashes. "Did you… enjoy it too?"
"Are you kidding me? Of fucking course I did." He gave her a squeeze and added more quietly, just for her, "I love you."
"Shit, how do you make fucking her in the arse look romantic, Prongs?" Sirius whinged, reaching for his wand off the floor and cleaning up the mess he'd made on Lily's abs.
"It's a gift," James replied with a wink, giving Lily another lingering kiss.
Sirius scoffed. "Okay, well, I'm hungry, so let's go raid the kitchens."
"I might need to use the restroom first," Lily admitted, not really sure what was going to happen as soon as James pulled out. The afterglow of anal sex definitely seemed a little more precarious than what she was used to.
James pointed to a door along the wall she hadn't noticed before. In all honesty, she hadn't actually noticed anything in this room besides the bed and who was in it. "The room knows," he said, much to Lily's confusion. "We'll wait for you, take your time."
Lily whimpered as he started removing his cock slowly. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," he whispered, prolonging his retraction. "Almost there." He conjured up a tissue, handing it to her to do with as she wished before he climbed out of bed and helped her to her feet. "You feeling okay?"
He was something else. As Sirius had just pointed out, he'd just shagged her up her bum — and truly, and perhaps a little bit prejudicially, she'd never dreamt that something like that could be romantic. But why the hell not? Where he was plugging away into really didn't matter as much as how he did, and he had just done so so beautifully. He had held her in his arms, whispered tawdriness into her ear, kissed her like she was his whole world, and she'd come majestically. So who the hell was she to judge? James Potter would never stop surprising her, and she positively loved that about him. "Um, a little sore I guess… but in a good way." She shot him a wink, but her smile morphed into a grimace as soon as Sirius delivered a sharp slap across her cheeks.
"I'm hungry, let's go!"
She turned around to face him slowly, all feelings of passion draining from her in an instant. "I will fucking end—"
James quickly pulled Lily back to him, intent on restoring her amorous mood, making her dizzy as he dipped her body nearly to the ground in his muscular arms. "Merry fucking Christmas, love," he whispered.
Her fury melted as she stared into his eyes, getting lost, as usual. "Happy Christmas, baby." Fuck, I love, love, love you.
Sirius let out his biggest whine of frustration yet. "Can we go?!"
Next Chapter: The Mother
Okay, so this is my first time writing a threesome, so obvi I'm feeling vulnerable af. LET ME KNOW THOUGHTS pls. Aaaaay! Cheers