#dilf!james

he wanted to protect you from himself, because god wouldn’t even know what he’d do if he got his hands on you and you let him. fuck, he didn’t even know.

slowly, his eyes traveled up your body. your back faced him as you picked up a toy that had fallen in the grass, his eyes glued to your ass. picking yourself up, you gave it back to the little girl who dropped it. james’s little girl, his daughter.

oh yeah, he has a daughter and a wife.

you granted her with a smile and kiss on the cheek, the man's heart warmed at that. a small smile rested upon his lips.

james knew having a wife and child was even worse, but he couldn’t stop himself from the filthy thoughts flooding his mind. it was like a tsunami coming down on him and he relished in it, letting the salty water decorate his skin, he glistened in the dark. he took advantage of every moment he had with you. either it was a gentle touch on the shoulder or tucking your hair behind your ear. he did it all. he craved you, fucking needed you.

“hey, y/n!” he heard a voice shout, a male voice. his head immediately snapped towards the direction of a young man, maybe around eighteen to twenty. around your age.

he saw you smile at the imbecile, fucking smile. “hi, jason. what are you doing here?” you replied, opening your arms to welcome him with a hug.

yeah, what the fuck was he doing here. james thought agreeing with you. the fury in him only rising as he saw you embrace him, jason’s hands way too far down for his liking; right above your ass.

of anyone’s hand were to be there, it’d be his.

james had wanted you for the longest time, and he was disgusted by it. he had watched you grow up, from a little girl to an adult. you were his best friends daughter, god he was filthy. he had a wife, a child. but something, something about all these things made him want you even more. you were the forbidden fruit that he took a bite of. he just wanted a taste. just so fucking bad.

just as you and jason were about to continue talking, you heard a voice. a cold, deep, alluring voice call out to you. the same voice that sent chills down your spine, the voice that you thought of when you got yourself off, the voice that you heard spewing dirty words and phrases from his filthy mouth when your hand was down rubbing your clit. you felt like a slut, an actual slut for wanting him. a married man. a father. your dads best friend.

you knew it seemed insane, but sometimes you feel like his eyes are on you. watching your every move, and you would be lying if you said it doesn’t make you feel cautious. careful that you short skirt wouldn’t lift up too high, you didn’t bend too low, or your top didn’t rise up, showing your bare stomach. but you wanted him to see it, all of it. tell you how pretty you were, how pretty you looked full of his cum, or maybe just how pretty you were, his dirty little secret.

“y/n!” james called your name out again, snapping you out of your embarrassingly erotic daydream.

“i — um — yes, uncle james?”

“c’mere for a quick sec, doll.” he beckoned you over, his legs man spread on the chair he sat in.

you nodded your head yes, he loved how obedient you were. quickly you scrambled to him. standing in front of him your fingers fidgeted with the edge of your skirt. you swore to merlin he was looking at your thighs for a moment. clearing his throat, he got up from his chair and looked you straight in the eyes. your cheeks flushed, you felt your stomach churning. your lips pursed together. “so, who is he?” his voice was liquid smoothe, yet crisp and sharp. “oh — jason? he’s a friend.” you mumbled, your eyes looking anywhere but him.

“when i ask you a question, speak up and look at me, baby.” he said softly, so fucking soft unlike the hard in his pants. his fingers found your chin and tilted it up, your eyes stared into his. his blue eyes, always so mesmerizing, you could get lost in them for a million years and yet you’d want more time.

he felt the same about yours.

“y — yes.” he was always so assertive and demanding, maybe that’s what drew you into him. well, ever since you were fifteen, you thought he was quite attractive. but you also thought any guy older than you was hot. you had a type, what can you say?

“so tell me, who is he and what is he doing here.”

“i’m so sorry, uncle james! he’s just a friend, i didn't know he would come. he asked me where i was and i told him i was here and then he just…came?”

“mhm, tell him to leave then.” he demanded.

“wh — what, why?” you questioned, your eyebrows immediately furrowing, a frown on your pretty lips, forming a pout. a pout that he longed to kiss away.

“because, if you’ve forgotten, sweetheart: it’s my birthday and i get anything i want, i wish for him to be gone.” and for you to be in my bed tonight.

he smirked. his fingers leaving your chin making your frown deepen until his fingers caressed your jaw, moving up to tuck your hair behind your ears. this man wanted you to die, you just knew it. your cheeks grew hot and merlin, you hope he didn’t notice it.

“i’ll tell him — tell him to leave.” you sputtered out, your teeth bawling on your bottom lip.

“atta girl.” he praised you and sat back down, man spread. heat flowed through your body down into your core and you clenched your thighs for a moment, a moment too slow because he saw you. he fucking saw you close your legs together to try and get rid of the ache in your core. he knew it and you knew it.

his eyes trailed from your calves to right where you needed him to be. where you wanted him deeply buried in you.

you swallowed the lump in your throat, you were embarrassed.

shit, james thought. there was no fucking way that you just — something inside him, something ruthless, shameless, filthy, dirty and savage erupted. he knew where he was looking wasn’t for a man like him, but fuck it was right there. and he wasn’t letting this opportunity slip away from his grasp like that.

“forget the boy, let’s go inside to have a talk.”

following him, you both entered the comfort of his home. it wasn’t too big nor too small, it was perfect. a home you would want in the near future, with a man.

james hoped that man was him.

he led you up the stairs into his bedroom, the bed both he and lily slept on.

once he closed the door shut and locked it, he saw the look in your eyes. you were in shock, adrenaline pacing back and forth, it took everything in you to not pounce on him. fuck you needed him so bad and he barely even touched you, yet. pathetic.

your eyes screamed, fuck me! to him.

“look at you,” he cooed, his hand reaching out for your face and you nuzzled into it.

“prettiest little thing i’ve seen.” his thumb drawer out and dipped into your mouth. you gasped feeling it in your mouth, innocence, pure fucking innocence coating your eyes as you slowly began to bob your head up and down. your tongue swirling around his thumb. the things you could do, things you could do to him. he could’ve came just looking at you suck his finger like a dumb whore.

but then you remembered why you both came up here, pulling away from his thumb, “what did we need to talk about, daddy?”a pout decorated your face.

“we need to talk about that little boy who’s been following you around, hun. tell me, do you want him?” he asked, his hand then trailing up and down your leg, getting dangerously close to your sex. you felt the bundle of tingles inside erupting, you needed him so bad.

“want him like how? like how i want you? like how i want your cock inside me, like how i want you to fuck me?” you teased him, pushing him into the bed. someone was feeling bold today. usually, you’d never do this, obviously, but you couldn’t let him go like that. you threw your legs over him, now straddling him, your hips rocked slowly. his hands came up and gave your ass a tight squeeze and a slap. “no teasing, sweetheart.”

his strong hands then gripped your waist, drilling you down onto his hard cock. you moaned, head thrown back feeling his sex against yours. whimpers falling from your lips as he bucked his hips up.

you felt that churning in your core again, you were about to snap and let loose. and he had barely done anything to you.

“‘m getting close. s’close, james!” you cried, your arms wrapping around his neck and in response he captured his lips in yours. fuck, you finally got a taste of him and you couldn’t hold back, neither could he.

he immediately flipped you both over. his clothed sex thrusting against yours.

your arms were still latched to him, his hands on your hips, bucking them up to his, bringing you closer to the edge.

“please, can i cum!” you sobbed, tears streaming from your face and this was all from dry humping.

“yes, baby. such a needy thing, barely touched you and you’re a little crying mess.”

letting go, the coil snapped and you writhed beneath him. your legs jerked up and a cry let your lips, he relished in the pretty noises you made. an animalistic growl ripped from his throat and he buried his lips into your neck, immediately nipping and sucking; finding your sweet spot.

his lips traveled, but stopped at the fabric of your shirt. “can i take it off, bun?” you nodded your head eagerly in response, your mind still foggy from your recent orgasm.

he unveiled your soft skin, he watched the shirt slide up revealing your tummy to the delicate skin of your breasts covered by your white laced bra. immediately his face dove into your breast and planted hot kisses on it. “so pretty, love.” he praised and your back arched, bringing your breast closer to him. “want to taste them so bad.” he murmured more to himself,

his hand crawled behind your back and unclipped the restraining bra.

peeling it off, your nipples peaked feeling the cool air surround it quickly. “you’re my birthday gift, aren't you? all mine, not his. mine.” he smirked, his lips quickly attacking your nipples. your mouth opened in an “O” shape feeling his skilled tongue on you. “taste so sweet,” he mumbled.

“all f’you, james! please want y’to use me, wanna be y’good girl!” you pleaded, a pout on your lips, finally one that he could kiss away. pulling from your breast, his lips melted onto yours, the fit perfectly together, molding together.

his hands tracked down your body, finding your skirts zipper, he unzipped it: revealing your hot skin.

you began tugging at his button up shirt, that’s when he realized you were only in your panties, while he was fully clothed. “tut, tut, tut, baby. want daddy’s clothes off, gotta ask first. mhm?”

you nodded your head and asked, “can i take your clothes off, daddy?”

he gave you a nod and your hands quickly nimbled with the buttons and took his shirt off; revealing his toned body, your hands caressed from his chest down to his strong v line. a smirk graced his damned good looking face and his hands played with the waist band of your panties. “white laced panties, baby? so pretty on you, but i wanna see something even prettier.”

planting kisses from your breast down to your inner thighs he placed a kiss on your clothes core, his nose nuzzling into your clit. he inhaled you, so fucking intoxicating. his tongue teased your hot cunt, he licked and lapped and you could barely feel it through your panties. “so wet, so fucking wet and for me. i feel selfish for keeping you to myself.” (a sequel? 🙈)

he peeled your underwear off your hot and sticky skin. finally, fucking finally. he thought as he saw your cunt, “fuck, sweetheart — so — fucking…beautiful.” he said in between the kisses he gave your sex, you whined, your body twisting a bit, feeling all the butterflies in your stomach soaring through the roof.

suddenly his tongue dived into your pussy, immediately your back arched as a cry left your lips. “shh, i know, i know, princess.” he groaned against you. he needed you quiet, he didn’t need his wife to come up here and find him eating out his best friend's daughter.

now wasn’t the fucking time to be disobedient but you couldn’t hold back all the pleasure spiraling through your body. a loud cry, maybe even a scream ripped from your throat. in a blink of an eye the tongue against you stopped it’s movement and a slap was delivered to your breast. you whimpered from lost of pleasure and the burn in your breast. “what did i say, toots? you need to be fucking quiet, don’t need no one finding us.”

your eyebrows furrowed. “what if i want someone to find us? huh? what’re you gonna do about it? tell my dad?” you laughed, teasing you opened your legs wider and lifted a leg up, giving him a better view.

getting off his knees, his tongue rolled against his cheek, you could tell he was fuming. he grabbed your jaw, his grip was fucking strong. his other hand fell to his buckle and immediately unbuckled it, his pants falling to his ankles. quickly, he took his pants and boxers off. his tip leaking with precum slapped his defined abdomen, all those years of quidditch really paid off didn't it.

his hard fucking cock was right in front of you and holy shit…it was bigger than you thought. how could a dick be that big —

“you wanna be a fucking brat? hmm? i’ll give you something to suck on so you can shut the fuck up.” his hands grabbed the back of your head, gripping on your hair and pushed you onto your knees. he slammed your mouth against his cock. his dick quickly slid into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, you immediately gag and tears fill your eyes. your mascara smeared against your delicate eyes.

“yeah? try to fucking talk back to me like a bitch, ima treat you like one.”

your head cocked back and forth, your tongue swirled against his tip and your hand pumped the rest of his shaft that you couldn’t take.

he gripped your hair even tighter and began to thrust, fucking your mouth with all his might. tears streamed down your face.

you looked up at him, giving him your best good girl eyes. “keep looking at me like that and im gonna cum — fuck, you stupid bitch. i’m not gonna be able to fuck you if you keep doing that.”

i guess all those times you practiced giving head on a popsicle worked out after all.

you didn’t care, you wanted him to cum: in your mouth, in your cunt, on your stomach, back, or hand.

almost about to come undone he pulls away from your warm mouth and you whine at the list of him.

immediately he man handles you and tosses you onto the bed, his hand grabbing your throat, giving it a tight squeeze closing your air way. a dumb smile graced your face, only a slut was stupid enough to do that. your body squirmed under his, his lips came close to your ears. “you never fucking listen, do you?”

backing away from his former position, his hand still on your throat. “guess i gotta fuck some manners into you.”

“May I be excused?” you nearly whispered, avoiding your mother’s gaze as you placed the dirty plates onto the counter, already recoiling when she offered you an exaggerated sigh.

“Don’t be silly, we still have guests in the other room,” she replied almost carelessly as she filled the kettle with water, shaking her head as she spared you a quick glance. “We were just teasing, Y/n, there is no need for you to act so sensitive.”

“I just need a minute,” you pushed, ignoring her cheap attempt to devalue your very clear frustration with the hour of humiliation your family had forced you to endure, your nerves practically vibrating with the urge to scream when she tutted at you. “I’m going to get a breath outside, I’ll be back before dessert,” you declared, pulling at your sleeves as you backed up from the counter.

“For heaven’s sake, what are you hoping to find out there?”

“I don’t know, mother, my sanity, perhaps?” you offered, biting your tongue at the little slip, nearly rolling your eyes at her faux shock.

“Maybe you could find a new attitude out there too,” she bit back, and you scoffed, shaking your head as you folded your arms over your chest.

“You mean it won’t just be handed to me like the rest of my achievements?” your voice was cold, blood boiling as you stared her down, her lips opening and closing within seconds as she considered a reply. “I’ll be outside,” you informed her, leaving no room for objection as you turned on your heel, making your way to the backdoor, avoiding the curious eyes in the living room watching your every move.

There was a brief second where you allowed yourself to look over at James, your silent plea for him to follow not going unnoticed as he evaluated the desperation in your movements, wanting to stand up and go after you in that very second even if he knew it would raise too much suspicion if he did. He hesitantly brought his glass to his lips, practically burning a hole into the door you just exited through, having to use far more restraint than reasonable to keep himself from not only going to check on you but to give your parents a piece of his mind as well. He’d been very patiently sitting at your side, making constant eye contact, silently begging for permission to step in on your behalf, being denied every time, much to his dismay.

“James?” your father frowned as his friend abruptly stood from his chair, offering the table surrounded by guests a quick smile.

“Excuse me, I just realized that I’ve forgotten your book in the car, the one you lent me months ago,” he explained with an almost shy shake of his head. “I would wait until after dessert to get it, but you know me, my mind is like a sift,” he laughed, the table joining him as he pushed his chair in, skilfully offering a simple yet convincing reason for his departure.

“Of course,” your father noted, sipping at his drink as well. “Maybe you could convince Y/n to grace us with her presence for dessert while you’re out there,” he joked, missing the way James’ jaw clenched, a brief nod offered before he made his way to you.

James pulled at the collar of his coat as he stepped into the snow, your coat tucked under his arm as he searched for you, brows furrowing when he found you around the corner lightly kicking at the tire of his car, barely doing anything as you mumbled under your breath. You heard his footsteps, of course, having hoped he’d be the one to come and find you, being almost relieved that he did.

“I’m sorry you had to be here for that,” you sighed as he stilled behind you, the position of his car providing the two of you an almost perfect amount of seclusion, hiding you from any wandering guests.

“You’re not the one who should be apologizing, I hate that it happened at all. You alright?” he questioned, eyes raking over you carefully as you sighed, shaking your head lightly as you delivered another nimble kick to the rubber,

“This family, these bloody people,” you scoffed. “Honestly, I'm surprised the living room didn’t burst out in flames after all that gaslighting," you paused when you felt his hands gently drape your coat around your shoulders, a strange sense of comfort filling you in an instant at the caring gesture. "I just needed to get away from that table for a bit," you explained, feeling almost empty when he took a step back.

"Would you like me to go back inside?"

"No," you objected instantly, turning around quickly to make sure he didn't move away from you even further, relieved when you found him close enough to touch. "Please, don't go," you breathed, looking up at him through your eyelashes as you considered the idea of him abandoning you to your angered thoughts. Your eyes were in deadlock as you leaned back against the car, maneuvering your arms into your jacket, the frown on your cold kissed lips only faltering when he took two calculated steps towards you, placing himself against you.

"My angel," he sighed, left hand lifting to your neck where his fingers settled among your hair, right hand doing the same on the other side.

"My Jamie," you offered in return, tone matching the softness of his as he looked at you, humming softly in reply.

"You are a phenomenal, talented, kind, and remarkably brave woman," he nodded, having paused between every word for emphasis. "And by some luck, I've found myself in the position to call you mine," he continued, smiling as your soft fingers found a resting place on his chest. "These lies they tell will never change who you are."

"They're just words," you noted, looking down at your fingers that carefully traced the pattern of his shirt.

"Doesn't mean they don't sting," James confirmed and you nodded, melting into his arms as you rested your forehead against his chest, his hands that were settled on your face now squeezing your waist softly. “Come home with me,” he suggested, and you couldn’t fight the smile that sifted onto your lips. “Think you’ve had enough of this house for tonight, don’t you?”

“Definitely,” you agreed, instinctively snuggling into him even more when his careful fingers drew small circles on your sides, chin settling on top of your head. “I don’t think they’ll let me go with you, though, not after I snapped back at my mother.”

“Tough,” he scoffed, and you smiled again, not even noticing how quickly he had helped you to calm down and snap out of the anxious state you were in when you came here. “I wasn’t planning on asking permission, if you want to leave then you can, I’ll fight anyone who tells you otherwise,” you hummed at the little declaration, James probably not realizing how much it meant to you that he was on your side, that he was offering you an escape. “You can stay as long as you want as well, just want you to be free of this bullshit for a bit or a while, doesn’t matter, the point is that you’ll always have a safe place with me,” his words were soft, the offer being one he’d held captive in his heart for far too long, having waited until he thought you needed it and he was nervous as to how you’d perceive it, scared you’d think he was trying to save you when you’ve been getting on just fine without him, but the way your arms tightened around him dissolved his fears in an instant.

"I love you," you mumbled into his chest, coupling the words with two quick kisses to his chest. “You’re my safe place, James, anywhere with you is where I want to be,” you admitted, and he wasted no time in delicately forcing you to meet his gaze by means of a gentle finger on your chin.