little blurb! lust potion, overstim, james potter x reader
“Ah—s-slow down, honey—” James’s face burned a deep, flushed crimson, his messy hair plastered to his sweaty forehead. His hazel eyes were half-lidded with exhaustion, lashes fluttering as he struggled to catch his breath.
“Can’t, Jamie… it burns,” you whimpered, voice wrecked and desperate. But you didn’t slow. You couldn’t. Your hips slammed down harder, grinding your abused clit against the base of his cock in frantic, sloppy circles, sending sharp electric shocks up your spine. Thick globs of your mixed cum leaked obscenely from your puffy, wrecked pussy with every brutal bounce, coating his balls and the sheets in a slick, filthy mess.
His spent length twitched violently inside your tight, dripping cunt, hypersensitive and aching, yet still rock-hard thanks to the lingering effects of the lust potion. Whoever had slipped it into your drink had clearly never imagined you’d ride him raw all night like this—relentless, insatiable, milking him for every last drop.
Yet here you were still taking him, drop for drop, your greedy pussy clenching and fluttering around his throbbing cock as if you’d never stop.
Your full tits bounced wildly, nipples hard and glistening with sweat, while your pupils were completely blown, eyes black with potion-fueled lust. You looked feral. Possessed. “P-Please… help me. Need it—need your cock so bad, need more—”
James groaned, wrecked and helpless. He’d started the night furious, ready to murder whoever spiked your drink. Now he was just a panting, overused mess, his poor cock red, swollen, and hypersensitive after being milked dry multiple times. He didn’t think he had anything left.
But fuck… he could never deny you.
With a desperate, guttural sound, he thrust up weakly into your sloppy, cum-drenched cunt, the wet squelch loud and obscene as your greedy walls clenched around his thick length. Your eyes rolled back instantly, a broken, slutty moan ripping from your throat.
“Fuck take it,” he rasped, voice hoarse, gripping your hips with trembling hands and forcing you down onto every fat inch. “Fuckin’ milk me dry, honey. Use me till I’ve got nothing left.”
You rode him even harder, pussy fluttering and gushing around his twitching cock, lost in the endless, burning haze of the lust potion.
By the time the potion finally began to fade, James was a boneless, shuddering wreck beneath you his cock spent, voice gone, body covered in sweat and cum, while you collapsed onto his chest, still weakly grinding against him, whimpering for just one more.
