"Evans, I'm only going to ask you this once, and whatever you say, I'll believe you, but….have you been naked all day for that sick bastard's birthday?"
"Do I look naked to you, Padfoot?"
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Under the clothes."
Lily rolled hers harder. "Everyone's naked under their clothes, git."
"Under your robes, then, Madam Pedant. Are you, Lily Evans, currently wearing a blouse and skirt beneath your uniform, or are you the only person at this hot, stuffy, over-crowded party who hasn't taken it off because you can't take it off, because the demure white collar that appears to be peeking out the top of your robes was Charmed on by my best mate, and you are, in fact, completely starkers?"
"The fuck you doing thinking about my girl starkers?"
Oh.
James Potter's arm wrapped around Lily's waist proprietarily. His large, rough hand slipped beneath the fabric of Lily's robes to pinch her bare hip.
Okay, so James was crossed.
Sober James Potter loved Lily Evans quietly but completely. He didn't say romantic things often, but he showed her every day. He was playful and teasing in bed, and he absolutely loved making Lily beg.
Drunk James was randy as hell. He had once tried to finger Lily while they made out on a couch in the middle of a party.
High James was really in love, and chatty about it. He said things like 'I've never been this happy,' and 'Everything is better with you.' Sober James would never say those things aloud, but when Lily asked him about them the next morning, his cheeks flushed and his brows drew together: "I thought you knew."
Crossed James was...cocky.
Really fucking cocky.
Crossed James called Lily 'my girl,' and, privately, 'pet.' Crossed James ordered Lily to ride him and then grunted and groaned while she did—deep, male sounds he would've restrained while sober. Crossed James picked (and then won) fights with Slytherins and Lily's ex-flings, steered Lily across rooms and out of parties with a hand on her arse, had once set Lily down on the sill of an open window and then fucked her till she screamed.
Crossed James was hot.
"Padfoot's right, pet, it's real warm in here," he said in her ear. "You sure you don't wanna take your robes off?"
Lily turned to look up at him, blinking bright green eyes innocently. "Who says I don't?"
James smirked. Initially half-behind, half-beside her, he tightened his grip, yanking her back into his front. A bulge twitched against her bum. His other arm came up to wrap around the front of her neck, elbow bent in front of her collarbone. His huge bicep flexed right in front of her mouth, and Lily couldn't resist...she bent an inch forward and bit the bulging muscle briefly, then flicked her tongue over the skin where her teeth had been.
Lily may not have been entirely sober either.
James hummed low in her ear. "Happy birthday to me."
"This sucks quite a lot," said Sirius loudly.
James snorted. "Let's get out of here, baby."
"Untie your robes."
"James!"
He cupped the back of her neck as he fiddled with the rope tying her robes together. In the flickering torchlight of this deserted corridor, every door seemed large and no longer stationary. The corridor became awash with entrances and exits, with possible people who could see them. James clearly loved it.
Lily, basking in him, started to love it too.
He pulled the belt loose and her robes fluttered open, baring smooth, pale thighs and belly and breasts, and a small triangle of auburn hair. James groaned and his hands slid in, under her robes, squeezing waist, hips, bum. He kept walking forward, now kissing her, pushing her back.
He turned her around, her bare front exposed to the world, bum pressed against his hard-on, and grabbed her tits with both hands, massaging them as they walked, as he kissed her neck.
He didn't want anyone to see her, wouldn't let anyone see her. Would hear them coming with his Animagus ears and wrap her back up in arms and robe before they ever turned the corner. But he loved—and he knew she knew he loved—testing the limits of what she'd let him do.
Do you love me enough, trust me enough, to let me turn you, show your naked body to this empty hallway, when someone could appear at any moment?
Yes, was her foolish, wonderful answer. Every time, yes. Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes.
A reward: one hand slipped between her legs. He turned her back to face him, and she kissed his neck, started work on the buttons of his shirt.
"Where're we going, baby?" James murmured as they stumbled down the corridor entwined, as his hand kept up its lovely activities.
Lily smirked herself now, stood up on tip-toe to whisper in his ear: "Anywhere."
James blinked, looking rather put out. "For my birthday, I get to...choose a classroom?"
"No, baby. You're not getting it." Lily stopped walking. She laid one hand flat against his chest, dipped the other into her pocket and pulled out a dagger.
James's eyes widened. "Sirius's…?"
She nodded, smile wicked. "Any lock in the castle, baby. Or...remember I borrowed the Cloak this morning?"
"Been wondering what that was about…"
"I've got every password. Filch's office, Hufflepuff Common Room...Dumbledore's office...Slytherin."
A moment of frozen disbelief, and then James squatted down, picked Lily up, and slung her over his shoulder. He locked one arm around her knees, paying no attention to her outraged (gleeful) squeals, and grazed his free hand up the back of her thigh, fingernails sending a shiver down her spine, pushing her untied robes up until he bared her bum, and giving it a sharp bite.
Lily yelped and wriggled to absolutely no avail.
"You're so fucking sexy," James groaned as he marched her down the hallway, Lily giggling madly, smacking at his bum as he squeezed hers. "You blow my fucking mind, baby."
Lily half-expected James to march into the Slytherin Common Room with her bare arse hanging out over his shoulder. She half-liked the idea, even. Merlin, she loved her boyfriend, and Agrippa, so did the rest of the castle, and Lily half-fancied risking someone seeing her slung over him like this, so undeniably his...if it had been anywhere but Slytherin, he probably would've done it.
Instead, he pressed one more wet, tonguey kiss to her bum and swung her down, then wrapped the Invisibility Cloak around them both before she gave the password to a nondescript stretch of dungeon wall which creaked and trembled and folded away. There was, as she had hoped and expected, no reason to be cautious anyway. Past 2am on a Thursday night, everyone not celebrating the day the Gryffindor Head Boy and Quidditch Captain had come into the world was long since tucked in their beds.
James shrugged off the Cloak and tucked it in his trouser-pocket. He took a long look around the room, and then down at Lily. "I thought I'd fantasized about fucking you everywhere in this sodding castle," he said at length. He laid a hand on Lily's neck, large and warm and calloused, squeezing just the slightest bit and sending shivers through her. "Six years I spent dreaming about you," he growled, and he sounded almost angry. "How're you better than all of it?"
Lily's heart pounded, ten sizes too big for her chest. Internally, she melted. Outwardly, she shrugged and grabbed his free hand, them looked up at him and said: "Well, you were never that creative."
James burst out laughing, and Lily—though giggling and blushing proudly—clapped a hand over his mouth with an anxious look toward the dormitory stairs. He fired off a lazy Silencer, collected himself, and led her over to the closest deserted couch. James sat down, stretched, legs splayed, unbuttoned his jeans, and unzipped his fly to pull himself out.
Suddenly, Lily struggled to breathe. She had known, of course, what they were here to do, but something about the casualness of these acts took her breath away. She was not entirely a stranger to sex with James in places where they could be caught, but this was like nothing she'd ever done.
Or perhaps she just never got used to the sight of that cock.
James patted his thighs, and Lily came to him. She straddled his lap and kissed him, licking and then biting his full lower lip, then releasing an embarrassingly needy moan when he did the same while he ground into her.
Thoughts of their location died in the back of her mind.
Lily unbuttoned his shirt and he shrugged it off, then pushed her robes off her shoulders to fall below her. She kissed down his chest and began to clamber out of his lap to get down on her knees when James grabbed her elbows: "What, are we here for fucking foreplay? I came in your mouth this morning—I want your pussy." Lily whimpered.
He jostled her slightly as he twisted to lie the length of the couch, head propped on an armrest. He nodded at his cock, hot and proud and erect, and Lily lifted up on her knees, tossed him off with two hands for a moment and then positioned him at her dripping entrance.
James gazed up at Lily, naked for him in enemy territory, curves rising and falling as she panted slightly, lips wet and pussy dripping all over him—the only man who had ever been inside her; the only man who ever would. He purred.
"Fuck. Use me, Evans. I want to watch your tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my cock."
Lily closed her eyes and sunk onto him, drowning in sensation, burning from his responding groan.
Shagging Crossed James was like shagging fifth-year Potter at his most unbearable—or rather, like the unspeakable dreams which had woken fifth-year Lily sweaty and frustrated and determined to never, ever, ever think about that again...until tomorrow night.
It wasn't romantic...it wasn't how Lily liked to think she liked sex...but Merlin did it get her going.
"Fuck, yeah." James lay back, head lolling back on the couch's armrest, hands now squeezing Lily's ass almost lazily, his ownership completely assumed. "Fucking ride, Evans—fuck, yeah—unh…" the last, heaved grunt came with a contraction of his abs.
"Yeah, girl, bounce, that's—unh, fuck—that's it."
Lily didn't try to answer with him inside her like this, focusing only on riding him, chasing pleasure and listening to his praise as her own mouth dropped open and whimpers, sighs, moans fell out of her unbidden.
"You know I love—ah, yeah, ah fuck—your hair, baby, but—unh, fuck, you're sexy—put it up, it's blocking my view." Lily reached up and pulled her hair up—the ponytail she formed was a sweaty mess, but James's slightly red eyes were focused on her bouncing tits when he slurred, "Ah, fuck, yeah."
"You like this, Lil? You like fucking yourself on my cock?"
"Yes, James," Lily whimpered. "God, I love it."
James grunted angrily. "What do you call me when you're getting fucked, pet?"
"S-s-sorry, Prongs," Lily gasped immediately. She always liked when James told her what to do, but something about this iteration sent her absolutely feral.
"S'okay, you're soaking, you're—unh, fuck—not thinking good with my cock—shit, baby—inside you, huh?"
"Yes, I'm so full, I can't—can't think—you're so huge…"
"I know, pet. Is it too big for you?"
As he asked this question, James took control, grabbing Lily's whole arse and lifting her until his tip was barely inside her. Lily stared down at the place where he disappeared inside her, thick and hard and pulsing and almost too much. Her eyes traveled up his happy trail, over the smooth brown curves of his abs, pecs, shoulders, then his face. Specs carelessly cast aside, grin crooked, eyes on his cock just barely entering her. He looked up at her and winked, then slammed her back down, thrusting so deep that she saw stars and sobbed helplessly.
Crossed James wasn't careful with her. He had waited seven years to own her, and now she belonged to him, body and soul, and he was going to fucking prove it.
As Lily began to move again, James pulled one hand from her bum to press on her stomach, feeling his own length move inside her. He had hit somewhere new and fantastic when he brought her back down, and now her eyes were closed, her head falling back, little whines of "Oh God, oh God, oh God" coming on every stroke.
"Can you touch me?" Lily pleaded. "I wanna come."
James smirked. "Do it yourself. 'S my birthday. Gonna watch you finger your little pink cunt."
"Please?" Lily begged, trying to drag his hand down her stomach toward her heat and rocking toward him as she did. "Please touch me...I want your fingers. You're better, Prongs, please..." but his hand was far larger and stronger than hers, and she could barely move it at all.
"I said touch yourself, Evans," James growled dangerously. "Don't make me tell you again."
Lily wouldn't dare. She slid two fingers between her folds at once and tensed at the friction, toes curling with a new kind of pleasure. "Good girl," James groaned. "Fuck, that's—unh—that's so hot. Good girl—clenching on my—awww, fuck…"
"S'not as good," Lily whined, even as she could feel her orgasm starting to coil inside her, even as she rocked up-and-down in shorter strokes that twisted slightly side-to-side, even as she rubbed herself harder and her eyes scrunched shut in bliss… "I want you…"
"So needy today." James squeezed her breasts with both hands, pinched her nipples, then circled them with his index fingers. "You want these fingers, baby?"
Lily bobbed her head, whimpering, beyond words entirely now.
James grinned widely, and he raised two fingers to push inside her mouth. "Take 'em."
Lily rocked forward until his long fingers brushed the back of her throat, her free hand sliding down his arm to grip the hard curve of his bicep, propping herself up.
Two fingers in her mouth, two fingers on her clit, James inside her as she thrust down on him, naked on a couch in the Slytherin Common Room for James Potter's birthday...Lily had never felt more filthy.
Fuck, she loved it.
Lily was so far gone she was barely taking him in-and-out, hips edging only an inch up-and-down as the tip of his prick rubbed back-and-forth over that spot inside her and her fingers circled around that spot outside her and her spit dripped down his fingers and onto his chest and his other hand massaged her chest and every muscle in her body was taut and ready to break and words burst out of James, roared like he couldn't believe them, like he had to say them out loud to make them true: "You're mine, Lily. You're fucking mine," and she sobbed with the truth of it, grinding frantically against him, and then suddenly there was the raucous sound of drunken laughter behind her, where a moment before there had been a solid wall.
Mulciber, Avery, and Rosier.
Hee hee! this is the filthiest thing i've ever written without a doubt :o Will be 3 chapters, more smut to come next chapter but also plot! kinda
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