A/N: Just some Jily fun :)
Monsters in Broom Closets
They were snogging in a broom closet of all places.
If her fifth-year self could see her now, she'd probably try to slap some sense into present day her, or possibly even drag her out of the closet by her ear, all while docking 50 points from Gryffindor to cause her further shame.
But present day Head Girl Lily Evans was absolutely enjoying the shit out of what was happening, and she had no desire to be anywhere else but right there in the arms of her boyfriend.
His body was pressed tightly against hers, his forearms bracing himself against the wall on either side of her head. His mouth was hot and insistent against hers. Each kiss and touch from him felt magnified a thousand fold, trapped between the wall and the hard planes of his Quidditch-toned body.
His kisses trailed from her lips to the shell of her ear before sucking her earlobe between his lips. Her knees quivered.
"James," she gasped while biting her lower lip to keep the moan that followed in the back of her throat.
"Shhh, be quiet," he whisper laughed. He pressed another kiss to the skin just under her ear, and she felt his smile against her skin.
She clutched him more tightly, feeling like she could get enough of this man. Wanting more, she pressed onto her tiptoes and dragged his head down so that their lips could meet again.
She moved her hips to press more intimately into his, feeling against her lower stomach, the hard evidence that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
The problem with their height difference, was that they could quite make grinding working without being horizontal or lifting her off her feet.
No matter, their 8-inch height difference played into her primal desire for him, she felt small and feminine while he was the big, tall, strong man.
Fuck, she needed him.
She guided his right hand from its current position in her hair, down the sides of her body to the hem of her skirt.
He needed no more invitation to slip his hand under the hem and trail upwards until he was cupping her. He kissed her harder now, using his tongue to devour her.
"Hmmm…is this why you dragged me into the broom closet, Miss Evans?" James Potter said teasingly as his fingers played with the edge of her panties. She was soaked.
"James, please?" she whispered pleadingly. She wound her hands into his soft hair and kissed him roughly.
"You're so insatiable," he teased again, his lips moving to her jawline. "I created a monster," he laughed.
Truth be told, he was right. Lily Evans was a virgin when they began their relationship. And while she didn't need any convincing to get in-between the sheets with him after they'd made it official, she never imagined how fucking good it would be.
Sometimes, she'd be just brewing a potion, transfiguring something or the other, eating dinner, or just patrolling the castle after curfew with the Head Boy and her boyfriend James Potter (as she was tonight) when a flash of heavy desire would fill her.
And now that she knew how good it was, enough was never enough.
"James…you know I believe in quid pro quo, right?" Lily whispered, knowing that she wouldn't need to convince him further.
"Fuck," James answered roughly, partially due to the sheer wetness he found waiting for him after he pushed her panties aside and the image of what Lily would do for him later.
"Is this what you wanted?" he teased as his fingers found her clit, thumbing it in circles roughly.
"Yes, Merlin yes." Her head tipped backward, thumping against the wall.
He slip one finger into her, then another. He suckled roughly at the junction of her neck and shoulder.
She was panting, shuddering. Her knees were even weaker than before.
"You're so fucking tight around my fingers" James growled. "I can't wait to fill you with my cock later."
She whimpered. She was helpless to her desire. That was exactly what she had in mind for the rest of the night. As soon as they could get back to the Head dormitories she wanted to spend the whole night fucking, but she just needed this release first.
He circled faster around her clit.
The closet was filled with sounds of their heavy breathing and the lewd sounds of her wetness as his fingers pumped into her.
The coil in her belly was wound so tight, and her heart was racing. She was nearly there and then her world exploded. She was shuddering and whimpering.
He was still playing with her and she almost pushed him away, feeling so sensitive and on fire.
He prolonged her orgasm, while kissing her demandingly. She responded as best she could, feeling weak after the experience.
His hand pulled her panties back into place and left her for his mouth.
Her breath hitched. Her release had quieted the fire but not quenched it.
"Fuck."
"Yes, let's."
She giggled. "Not here though, let's go to your room."
"You couldn't even wait the 5 minute walk from here to our dorms before you took advantage of me, could you?" James asked, pretending to scandalized.
"No, but I think you liked it," she laughed, straightening their clothes.
She opened the broom cupboard slowly peaking through a crack to make sure there was no one around to judge them as they exited the stereotypical hookup location. After determining that there was no one there, she walked out. He followed closely after her.
He grabbed her hand and began fast walking toward their shared living quarters. She needed to jog to keep up with him.
She was filled with so much satisfaction; she must have looked like the cat that ate the canary.
"You know, I always wanted to do that," she said.
"My god, the irony," he said. "You get so much enjoyment out of catching others in broom closets," he laughed pulling her into their common room. "Twenty points from your houses! Get back to your common rooms! Don't let me catch you again," he said in an outrageously high voice.
"Shut up!" She giggled.
"Shutting up," he said, as his mouth closed over hers again.