James Potter x Female Reader.
warnings: smut (+18. MDNI) friends with benefits. p in v. teasing.
words: 1.8k
The morning light was just beginning to bleed through the curtains in James' bedroom. The room was entirely quiet, save for James breathing behind you. Inside the other rooms, you knew Sirius, Remus, and Peter were likely still asleep, completely oblivious to the fact that you had spent the night in their apartment.
You were just two friends who found comfort in each. It was a secret kept from the rest of the Marauders.
Carefully, so as not to disturb the heavy arm draped over your waist, you slipped out from beneath the sheets. The cool morning air hit your skin immediately, making you shiver. You were only wearing one of James' shirts which hung mid-thighs.
You had roughly twenty minutes before you needed to leave for your first lecture across campus, and the last thing you wanted was to run into Sirius.
Kneeling on the floor, you began your hunt for the clothes you had haphazardly shed the night before. You fished your jeans, found your socks tucked inside your boots by the door, and even managed to locate your bra draped over the back of the armchair.
But your panties were nowhere to be found.
You retraced your steps, patting down the sheets, peering under the edge of the mattress, and thoroughly shaking out the discarded trousers. Nothing.
Behind you, there was a sudden rustle of fabric, James shifted, letting out a sleepy groan as he rolled onto his side, blinking against the morning light.
"Morning," he propped his head up on one hand, his eyes tracking you as you stood there, holding your jeans. "Class?"
"James," you whispered, pointing down at the empty floorboards. "My underwear. It's gone."
James blinked, slowly waking up as he looked from your panicked expression down to the floor, and then back up to you standing in his oversized shirt. The gears in his head slowly turned, realization dawning before an amused grin spread across his face.
"Which ones?" he asked, his eyes were too bright, with an irritating, playful mischief that made you want to throw your boot at him.
"What do you mean? James, you perfectly know which ones," you hissed, crossing your arms. "You took them off last night."
With a slow movement, James didn't even bother denying it. He propped himself up on one elbow, reached his hand under his pillow, and pulled out a small, lace-trimmed piece of fabric.
"Just a souvenir," he said smoothly, holding it up by the very edge between his thumb and forefinger with a smirk.
"You're the worst," you groaned, pressing the heels of your hands against your eyes.
"I know I am," he replied, not sounding the least bit apologetic as he tossed the silk back onto the mattress, keeping it safely just out of your reach.
"Give it back."
"No... I like them," he murmured, his gaze dropping down to your legs before locking back onto your face.
"Fuck, James, I have to go right now," you whispered fiercely, glancing nervously toward the bedroom door. You could hear a faint clatter coming from the hallway, the distinct sound of a cupboard door closing downstairs, meaning Sirius or Remus was definitely awake and moving around.
And, I mean, you could perfectly dress in the rest of your clothes without panties and you could technically walk out of the room. But did you want to? Absolutely not. The thought of walking all the way across campus commando was entirely out of the question, a sensorial nightmare you had no intention of enduring.
"Alright, alright," James chuckled softly, finally pushing the duvet back. He sat up, the morning light catching the lean line of his shoulders and the traces of the night before. Before you could lunge forward to grab them yourself, he caught your wrist, pulling you down onto the edge of the mattress.
"Stay five more minutes," he whispered, his thumb lightly stroking the inside of your pulse point. "Let me walk you to the door."
"I can't," you breathed, shaking your head even as the warmth of his thumb against your pulse threatened to melt away all your resolve. "Sirius is already up, I heard him in the kitchen. If he catches me leaving your room looking like this..."
"Let him," James murmured. "I can handle Sirius."
"Well, I can't," you shot back.
With a sudden, lightning-fast lunge, you abandoned all pretense of negotiation and dove across the bed, your hand clawing toward the pillow where he'd tossed the lace.
You were fast, but James was faster.
With a laugh, he whipped his hand back, sweeping the small piece of fabric up and holding it high over his head. Because he was sitting up and broad-shouldered, and you were half-straddling his lap with your weight braced against his chest, the angle was completely impossible.
"Hey! No fair!" you protested, planting a hand flat against his warm chest to steady yourself as you stretched upward, your fingers grasping at thin air just inches from his fist.
"Very fair," James teased, looking at you with triumph written all over his handsome, stupid, messy-haired face. He didn't make a move to push you off; instead, his free hand came up to rest securely against your lower back, keeping you right where you were.
Downstairs, a voice shouted something unintelligible, followed by the clatter of a kettle hitting a burner.
James rolled his hips upward, the sudden friction sending an electric jolt straight up your spine and you felt the heavy, undeniable heat of him pressing directly against your bare center, already hard.
A quiet, involuntary gasp slipping past your lips as your fingers instinctively dug harder into the solid muscle of his chest.
"We are not..." you managed to choke out, though your voice lacked any real conviction, fracturing entirely as he shifted again, a slow grind that made your knees weaken.
James didn't say a word, he just let out a low, satisfied hum that vibrated right against your stomach.
With his hand still anchored at the small of your back, he pulled you flush against him. Downstairs, the muffled sound of Sirius dropping a mug echoed through the floorboards.
"I want to make it completely fucking clear that I hate you," you muttered, the words losing all their venom the second a sarcastic smile broke across your face.
You didn't hate him. God, you didn't even come close, and he knew it.
Instead of pulling away or trying to wriggle off his lap, you shifted your weight, leaning down closer. With a slow, deliberate movement, you brought one hand up to your mouth, parting your lips just enough to spit right into your palm, the wet heat of your saliva glistening against your skin.
James' breath hitched, his eyes darkening as he watched you, his fingers tightening instantly against the small of your back.
"Fucking menace," he breathed out.
Without breaking eye contact, you slid that hand down between your bodies, wrapping your fingers firmly around his throbbing cock. You gave it a couple of strokes, feeling the hot skin bunch beneath your palm as he let out a groan that rattled right in his chest. His hips twitched upward, chasing the friction, desperate for more, but you held him in place just long enough to torture him.
Positioning the tip right against your pussy, you lined him up with your hot, aching entrance. The heat of him pressing right at your sensitive folds made your head spin, every single thought completely evaporating from your brain.
"If Sirius walks in right now, I swear to God…" you whispered, glaring down at him with a breathless smirk.
"He won't," James rasped, his gaze locked entirely on your mouth, his hands sliding to cup your ass beneath the hem of his shirt. "Drop down, baby."
You sink down onto him in one fluid, breathless motion, taking every single inch of his cock deep inside until you hit the absolute limit of your core. A loud, ragged gasp tears itself straight from James' throat, his head slamming back against the pillows as his eyes roll back.
Leaning forward with your hands against his chest, right over his frantically pounding heart, you start to move. You grind your hips down in circles, letting the friction sear every sensitive nerve ending inside your aching walls. James groans beneath you, a raw, filthy sound, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of your ass cheeks, bruising and pulling you down harder against him every time you dip.
"Fuck... yes, right there, holy shit…" he pants, his voice cracking, completely losing his cool as you pick up the pace.
Switching from the circles, you lift your weight slightly and start jumping, riding him with a rhythmic bounce that rattles the bedframe against the wall. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the quiet morning air, wet and loud, completely reckless given who is just downstairs. Every time you drop down onto his shaft, it hits you so deep, stretching your pussy wide and sending electric shocks of pure pleasure.
James is matching you now, his hips bucking upward in violent jerks that throw off your rhythm entirely, driving his cock up inside your dripping hole. He reaches up, his large hands gripping your waist so hard it's going to leave bruises, guiding you, forcing you to take him even harder, even deeper, until you are both completely out of your minds, panting and swearing.
"I think you're not leaving soon," James panted, a smirk breaking across his flushed face as he caught your hips mid-air and slammed upward, burying every single inch of his dick deep inside you.
The heavy, breathless friction completely scrambled your brain, making your toes curl inside your socks as a sharp, blinding wave of pleasure ripped straight through your core. Your tits bouncing against his chest with every roll of his hips, the fabric of his shirt doing nothing to hide the agonizingly good friction of your sensitive nipples.
"Shut the fuck up," you gasped, your voice breaking as you tried to steady yourself, riding him faster despite the sounds of Sirius clattering around in the kitchen. "I am going to fail this class because of you."
He hooked his hands under your ass, spreading you wider and taking total control as he bucked upward into your clenching heat over and over again, driving you both straight off the edge.
"I... think... this is totally... worth it," he panted, the words breaking apart as another brutal, upward thrust sent you spinning completely out of orbit.
Your pussy clenching violently around him. You couldn't even form a coherent sentence anymore, your hands gripping his shoulders so hard your fingernails bit deep into his skin as your internal muscles started to spasm.
James saw it coming, he always did, and he pinned your hips in place and drove himself deep inside you one last time, holding you flush against him as he spilled himself inside your aching walls.
Your own climax shattered right over you, your entire body trembling violently as you milked every last twitch of his cock, riding out the blinding, shuddering aftermath with your forehead pressed hard against his sweaty shoulder, completely forgetting about your class.
