#smutty

And you always found an excuse to touch him or for him to touch you. A tight hug from behind so he could wrap his strong arms around your shoulders and neck. When you were snuggled up on the sofa, you'd rest your head on his chest, using it as a pillow. When Dex was training, you were always glued to him, either clinging to his biceps so he could flex them and lift you like it was nothing, like an extra weight, or if he was doing push-ups, you'd sit on his lower back like a Buddha, helping him add weight. And he never minded. If it had been the other way around, you would have stopped. But luckily, it wasn't like that.

One day, shyly, you stopped clinging to him with any silly excuse, just so you could touch and admire his body up close, shirt on or off. But as you were about to turn around, your boyfriend, with a sly grin and his head tilted slightly back, hooked his index and middle fingers of both hands into the waistband of your jeans and easily pulled you closer.

"C'mere" he murmured

As you approached, you were almost pressed against his chest, your head close to his pecs, so you could have buried your face in them if you'd wanted. Dex, with his imposing figure hovering above you, looked down at you with that arrogant smile. He knew perfectly well the effect he had on you. And he loved it. He cupped your face in his hand—and wow, his hands were big too. Your mind ran wild.

"You're not going anywhere," he says, still with that crooked smile hanging from his lips.

But the best part had to be when he had you trapped and pinned beneath him, between his massive body and the mattress. He loomed over you like an ancient tree casting its shadow. His arms were sometimes resting beside your head, elbows pressing into the sheets, or above your head, gripping the headboard tightly until his knuckles turned white. Although, to be honest, you preferred when he held you, skin to skin. It didn't matter how. He could place one hand on the headboard, his arm outstretched, the other kneading the flesh of your hip without breaking eye contact, or simply be pressed completely against you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around you like an octopus in a firm, bear hug. Just so you could run your fingers down his broad back as if it were a blank canvas.

At that moment, all you felt was his thick member filling you completely, filling every space, slid in and out, grinding his hips against yours. You molded yourself to him as if your pussy was made just for his dick.

"Oh God.. Dex..!"

He growled in your ear. Your moans were just fuel for his ego. He gripped your hips with both hands, pushing you down so he could hit your cervix with each thrust. You arched your back and let out a whimper.

"Do you like it when I'm on top of you like this?" He murmured breathlessly near your ear

In response, your walls tightened and you dug your nails into his shoulder blades.

"Ngh ffuck" Dex gasped, dragging his teeth near your pulse at the base of your neck. "You think I didn't notice how wet you get when I'm near you?"

His thumbs held your pelvis while the rest of his fingers dug into the flesh of your buttocks, pulling you impossibly closer.

"You love that I'm bigger than you, don't you?" he mocked with a hint of arrogance.

Your mind couldn't form a single coherent word. There was only room for your boyfriend and his huge dick inside you. Incoherent babble and moaning escaped your lips. You felt his smile close to the skin of the hollow of your neck. Suddenly your thighs began to tremble and your hips tensed slightly with that characteristic tingling in your lower belly

"Dex..! I'm... I... ah!"

He moved away from you. His head and figure hovered above you, staring as you raised your eyebrows and parted your lips in shallow breaths. He wore a crooked Cheshire Cat grin.

"Oh, look at you. Do you want to come?"

With high-pitched whimpering, you nodded your head several times

You thought he would gladly let you come right then and there, but it didn't happen. He had other plans. With a snort that sounded like a laugh, he grabbed the back of your thighs and easily lifted your legs, then grasped your calves and wrapped them around his waist. This allowed him to lift your hips off the mattress for better access. Then he gave your buttocks a quick, soft slap.

"Not yet"

You tried to shake yourself off slightly and protest with a wrinkled grimace and whimpers, but his weight held you down.

"You want to cum? Earn it"

You pouted and looked at him pleadingly. But he didn't soften. Instead, he began teasing you, tracing circles on your clitoris. You threw your head back with a frustrated moan.

"Dex, please...! I can't..!" you babbled tearfully

"Yes you can," he said simply in a husky, confident voice with a slight smile. "You're taking me so well."

And then he added what you wanted to hear "cum for me, baby"

That was it. The wave crashed against you with a cry. You arched your back and squeezed your eyes shut. Your fluids spilled onto the sheets and stained your inner thighs. Seeing you like that, it didn't take long for Dex to come too. Grinding a couple more times to prolong the orgasm.

"Oh fuck.." He gasped in short bursts as his body collapsed on top of yours.

You felt his body pressing against you, but you were too tired to push him away. Even so, he had the decency to shift his weight to one side, resting a trembling arm on the mattress beside you. His breath tickled your shoulder.

However, despite how exhausted and sweaty he was, his thumb traced comforting circles on your waist, both for him and for you, as if checking that you were there and real.

Ping! - The phone notification startled you. Almost causing you to mess up your careful application of eyeliner.

“Oh Gods! Really!?” You had but a moment to prepare yourself before you felt an all too familiar tongue dive into your portal.

You braced against the sink, manicured nails clawing at the porcelain surface as your velvety walls were assaulted by a heated attack barely reaching your cervix.

He felt hungry. Maddeningly desperate to brush the tip of his pointed tongue against that part of you that had your walls clamping down on him.

Within seconds your Regular had your breaths turn to gasps and your thighs parting, as if waiting for a thicker intrusion.

"Getting one last taste in before I close for the night, huh?” You asked no one in particular. It wasn't like the hunk of a reptile on the other end of your portal could hear you.

You squeezed around him, rolling your hips in time with the strokes of his mouth. You were rewarded by two fingers spreading you wider and your back arched with the welcome penetration.

Your legs nearly buckled out from under you when his claws scraped along your inner walls. A cry bouncing off the bathroom walls as the Regular began fingering you at a rapid pace.

Even when this man was stuffing you with his long, slender digits- he was so utterly careful it was sinful.

Other Monsters had attempted to use their hands while pleasuring themselves with your portal. But every time their talons caused discomfort or pain. Twice your Handlers had to remove a Patron that had gotten too frisky with your portal, causing small cuts in areas you found excruciatingly painful.

But this Regular? A Lizard-Man who visited your portal every Friday evening, paying for a full afternoon in a private room- was the exception to your ‘no claws allowed’ boundary.

He was just…so dominantly tender with your pussy it made your head spin. He took his pleasure from you like you owed him a life debt. But he was always mindful of your body’s limits.

On days your walls couldn't handle both his cocks- he wouldn’t shove them in or get aggressive. Instead, he’d work you up to it. Talking you through it, even if he thought you couldn’t hear him.

You occasionally stayed in the Portal Hostel on your shifts, especially on a Friday, just to watch him. You used to think he knew you were there behind that one way mirror. But your Handlers explained that was impossible. Their Workers, unless they asked otherwise, were kept anonymous. And the rooms you could use to watch were completely sound proof- there was no way the Lizard-Man knew you were watching.

Meaning every praise and compliment, every tease, was for his own enjoyment.

He was your faverite…and you would admit you had a fleeting bubble of disappointment when you had to close your portal off this afternoon. You kept the option for oral open- but ultimately closed all appointments so you didn’t reek of sex on your date.

You didn't expect anyone to take the last slot. Oral appointments weren’t usually that popular. But your Regular never did like to disappoint you.

The Lizard-Man’s fingers didn’t stop their rapid thrusting until your bathroom filled with the sloppy sounds of your sex. He then withdrew them with deliberate slowness, making you groan out a frustrated curse, before his tongue returned.

Messily- greedily -slurping up your slick until he forced your climax from you. You felt him purring. Making you writhe until you were sitting on the tiled floor, twitching and moaning with the steady vibrations from his lips crushed against your portal edge.

He licked you clean.

A habit your Regular commonly performed after your sessions together. Taking care to swipe his tongue along the rim of your pussy before withdrawing from the portal with one last careful nip to your folds.

The portal closed with a notification from your phone displaying the session was over and your portal had been disconnected from the Hostel.

What should have been a quick trip to the bathroom instead turned out to be a thirty minute long stand-off between your body and the Lizard-Man’s mouth.

He won. Every damn time.

“Gods…you’re going to ruin other men for me.” You laughed, breathless, while hauling yourself up by the edge of the sink. Your legs trembled and every inch of you tingled with a fuzzy heat.

You had to take a second shower to remove the mess from between your legs. Having half a mind to choose a different outfit in case the material reeked of your arousal.

But despite the hassle of washing yourself down again, you felt a lot less nervous about tonight now your body was buzzing with post-fuck endorphins.

“I should thank that man with a free session.” You joked to your reflection in the mirror. It was getting harder and harder to keep the pre-date jitters down now the reservation time was getting closer.

At least you had something to keep you relaxed- the afterglow of your Regular’s tongue ravishing the deepest parts of you.

It wasn’t exactly a great thought to have when you were on your way to a blind-date set up by a friend.

But anything was better than spiralling into a mess of nerves and exaggerated thoughts of how horribly this date could go.

You only knew two things about the man you were on your way to see.

The first is that your friend Joane spoke nothing but good things about him. Her exact words being; ‘He’s really charming! Super sweet. He helped me out of a few problems at work and I have a feeling you’d both get along great! You’re both workaholics! I promise he’s not some weirdo.’ It had been a playful jest. But you weren’t sure how to feel about this ‘amazing guy’ that your friend has kept all hush-hush about. She gave almost nothing away about him.

The second piece of information given to you was that he was a lawyer. You weren’t sure how good of a lawyer or any smaller details; just that Joane had said he was very good at what he did.

“And what happens if he’s a creep?” You asked Joane one time. During one of her long and nagging attempts to get you to agree to a blind-date with her ‘awesome, very handsome lawyer’ friend. “It’s even worse that you are setting me up with nothing, Joane. What’s wrong with him? Why can’t I see a picture of him?”

“Because that’s no fun!” Joane had huffed in return. “Come on! You can have me on speed dial and I will pick you up no questions asked if you feel things aren’t going well. I’m doing the same for him too. No offense.”

You had rolled your eyes and brunted another hour of constant begging until you finally gave in and agreed to the stupid date.

For a while, you tried not to think about it. Happy to continue your life pushing back the rising dread of stepping out of your comfortable routine and meet someone completely new. With how popular your portal was and your job doing well, dating had been put on the shelf for a later time.

Previous relationships were either lacking or downright horrible, you didn’t mind taking some time for yourself. Your sexual desires have been met almost every night. And you had your own money flying into your account every week.

You were in no rush to meet someone new.

But alas, time moves on and before you knew it; you were approaching the restaurant Joane had reserved a table for the two of you.

You’ll definitely give it to Joane, she knows how to pick a good place for a first date.

The establishment was beautiful. Fancy enough that you needed a reservation dating back weeks but casual enough that you didn’t need a million dollar outfit to fit in.

Your waiter was Humanoid, with dark fur neatly combed flat against his tanned arms and a face similar to a wolf’s. He greeted you with a smile and led you to an outdoor table when you gave Joane’s reservation name.

And there, bathed under the warm glow of the countless strings of fairy-lights, was your date.

And Joane had been right, he was handsome.

But you already knew that. Because he was a Monster you recognized immediately, having had him balls deep in you on more than one occasion. His attire was much more elegant than your usual appointments- a dark emerald suit with a black tie and white undershirt.

But those liquid gold eyes gleamed just the same. And the scales peppering his dark leathery skin along his neck, were just as tantalizing here as they were back in the Hostel.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you. I’m Xavier.” His smile was as warm as his words and a soft purr layered his tone. When he stood from the table to greet you, he towered over you. Easily so, even in heels- you only reached his chest in comparison.

Fuck this pussy feels so good…A-Ah! I-I’ll pay extra- please -let me cum inside you.

He didn’t harbor the same heavy husk that usually made your insides liquify. But when you shook his hand- larger than your own and with a strength hidden under a gentle embrace - introducing yourself, your little horny mindset came screeching forward. Reminding you of the many times you’ve fantasized about the feeling of his palms on your skin.

You had to beat back the heated flush that crept through you with a mental bat. Smiling through your inner thoughts of absolute insanity “I’m sorry if I kept you waiting.” You offered as an ice-breaker. Xavier pulled out your chair and then slid you smoothly back against the table when you sat down. “I rarely visit this part of the city.”

“I only just got here myself.” Xavier replied, dismissing your words with a chuckle. “I was looking over the menu. Did you have a drink in mind?” He let you order a beverage first, still deciding himself.

You tried not to stare.

You really, really tried not to. But it was difficult when you’ve watched this man come undone with your walls suffocating his thick cocks.

Not to mention that he had eaten you out only half an hour earlier. You were still deciding if it was worth fussing over; that your date had gone to a brothel, used a portal and in the same hour arrived to have dinner.

But a part of you swelled wickedly knowing that it had been you he licked clean. Whether it was a means of exhausting some pent up nerves or a greedy hunger- you might later find out.

“Have you visited this restaurant before?” You asked as the waiter took your orders and hurried away.

“It was all Joane’s doing.” Xavier sighed. A knowing curl pulling at the corners of his wide mouth. “I’m sure she also wrangled you into agreeing to let her pick the place?”

You nodded, kicking a leg over one knee and it was a thrilling sight to see how his primordial gaze followed the movement. Almost as quickly returning his attention back to you.

You pretended not to notice.

“I didn’t bother fighting her on anything once I agreed. She has an uncanny ability to annoy me into doing what she wants. Lovingly, I should clarify.” You said laughing. “I don’t think she’s fought so hard for anything more than getting us to go out.”

Xavier nodded, taking a sip from his drink. And you hated how closely you watched his throat bob with the swallow of the amber liquid. You forced your eyes to move elsewhere.

“The moment she told me about you, I had a feeling it wouldn’t be something I can wriggle out of.” His claws clicked against the glass nestled between his fingers. It looked so small.

“I hope you don’t take this the wrong way. But I..did agree to this to get her off my back.”

Some part of you wobbled with relief. Your shoulders even relaxed a little, to your surprise.

You quickly waved away his worried expression, “Don’t worry about it. I was dubious about this date as well. I haven’t had the motivation to date or go looking for dates lately. I was trying to figure out a way to let you down nicely. Nothing against you. I guess you could say I’m in my ‘me era’.”

Xavier released a breath. Heavy, and on a sound like you felt deep in your stomach. “By the Gods, I’m glad to hear that. I was very worried there would be an awkward miscommunication tonight.”

You couldn't help but smile at how genuinely relieved this Monster looked. His tail, once resting tightly around the legs of his chair, now swooped along the floor beneath the table. Out of the way of anyone walking by but with enough room between you two it wasn’t impeding on your space.

“Well, we can at least have a nice meal out.” You said, raising your glass towards Xavier. “There’s no harm in that.”

Xavier’s smile showed a row of fangs thicker than your fingers. And his eyes had a sparkle to them that made the ghostly brush of a shiver run up your spine.

“To a nice dinner.” He clinked the glass to yours and you very quickly hid yourself behind the rim of your drink.

Come on beautiful- I know you can take both of me. Just a little more…Good girl..that’s it…

That husk was there. On the edge of his tone and you internally screamed because of it.

You damn well nearly combusted when his tongue made an appearance to lick his lips after placing down his glass.

You chatted while waiting for your meal. Going through the usual topics of work and hobbies outside of the office.

Xavier answered your month-long question of what type of lawyer he was. It somehow didn’t surprise you that he worked in criminal justice.

You had half the mind to somehow slip in about the portal side-hustle, but it just didn’t seem appropriate. And you were still unsure how Xavier would handle such news.

Would he even be the type of guy who was ok with knowing who was on the other side of the portal?

He’s so different here outside the Hostel. You found yourself thinking as Xavier bashfully told a story of an embarrassing work story. It was endearing. He was endearing. He had a smile that was too cute to be real and his whole face was so frustratingly nice to look at, you wanted to take him home after the date.

But he’s not looking for anything outside this nice meal. You grumbled to yourself.

Don’t you dare clean up. I’m going to go buy another hour and I’m going to fuck my cum properly into you.

I wonder if that confidence in the room is an act or if this is an act. You started wondering half-way through the date. With the alcohol starting to trickle a bit of fire into your veins, you didn’t mind the occasional horny memory coming to the surface.

And a part of you was juggling with openly asking Xavier if he would be interested in extending the date back to your place. He was open with you at the start, so you saw no reason why you couldn’t continue the communication further.

But after dessert. You cowardly decided. Unable to shake the worry that your idea of this Monster was a facade built by him and your fantasies.

Dessert came and went. Followed by some more drinks and more chatter. The conversation became friendly…very friendly. Jokes and banter started to flow from your lips and Xavier countered each one with a grin and a laugh.

“I’ve had more fun than I thought I would.” Xavier said after polishing off his latest glass. He had moved closer during the night. Subtly, in a way you didn’t realize until his hand reached over and brushed his fingers along the back of your palm.

When you didn’t flinch away from the scrape of his claws, Xavier grinned and properly intertwined his fingers with yours. “I don’t want to seem too forward…but would you be comfortable continuing this date elsewhere?”

There he was. Just when you started to think it was all a hoax, your hungry eyed reptile emerged through a half-dazed gentleman.

Either it was the alcohol that made his mask slip or he was feeling a little more comfortable with you, his body language shifted entirely. And you eagerly leaned towards him when he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your knuckles, breaking your thoughts with the soft brush of cool skin.

It took you a full second to recalibrate your voice under such a searing gaze, “I would be more than comfortable.” You nibbled on your lower lip. Your pulse galloped when his eyes bounced between the drag of your painted lips and your gaze.

“There is something I should tell you first.” You bit the bullet before your nerves took the words away.

You weren’t sure what would have been worse; Xavier pulling away from you or how his tail grazed along your thigh under the table. Hidden beneath the tablecloth as it coiled around your leg, squeezing lightly.

With how easily you welcomed his touch, you almost begged him to lean away so you could properly breathe.

“If it’s your first time with a Reptilian, I don’t mind.” His gaze softened. Liquifying his jeweled gaze into something close to reassuring.

Your face went hot and you couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. “No. I’ve been with a Reptilian before…” You lowered your voice and motioned him closer with a stroke of your forefinger against the soft underside of his jaw.

His eyes fluttered closed but moved closer so you could whisper into his ear. “You used my portal just before our date.”

His tail tightened along your thigh and his body went rigid beside you. For a brief moment, you feared the worst. But just as quickly, Xavier relaxed and the cool breath of his throaty laugh fanned over your cheek.

“I thought you smelled familiar.” Molten fire flooded through your veins when his voice took on that proper husky drawl. He leaned away, just enough so he could meet your gaze again. “You’re not…upset that I used your portal before our date?”

He was so adorably worried. You gave his hand a squeeze, mimicking the way you gently clasped your thighs together around the rings of his tail against your leg.

“Are you upset I left my portal open before our date?” You countered. And you weren’t sure if he didn’t have an answer or you had distracted him too much with the warm embrace of your thighs.

You smiled and moved your legs so you rubbed his tail between them. He jerked with a low hiss and you chuckled lightly at the reaction. Rewarded with that returning want in his eyes again.

“At least you know I can take both of you.”

His nostrils flared and the darkened look turned your insides to puddy. “I’ve always tried visualizing what you might look like.” He said. You released his tail from your thighs when you felt him tug on it lightly. “I could never think of a face that could suit such a-” He caught himself before he spoke. Clearing his throat, he stood from the table. You caught a glimpse of his growing bulge as he led the way from the table to the counter to pay.

You followed after him. Unable to keep down your smug grin.

“And am I an acceptable face?” You said, meaning the question to be a tease. But the glance down at you created a very, very warm pool to form between your legs.

“Oh, yes. “ Was his replying growl.

You made it to his car. But you didn’t make it much further than that before Xavier had you pinned against a wall and his lips crushing yours.

It was a dance of teeth and tongues with your back pressed against a cold brick wall, standing on your toes and his large hands cradling your face to angle you up to him. Bent over like he was to reach you, you were completely shielded from the dark parking lot. The street-lights weren’t working. Giving the two of you the perfect shadowy corner to relieve some of your pent up need.

His thigh pushed between your legs and you eagerly welcomed the hard muscle pressing against your core. You’ve been wet for the majority of the date. And finally with some friction you could breathe a little more easily.

“Fuck- I can smell how wet you are.” Xavier hissed against your lips. Pulling away long enough to lick a long strip along the exposed ‘V’ between your breasts. “The scent of you is burned into my mind. I thought I was going crazy in that restaurant smelling your slick. What a small world we live in.”

You couldn’t reply like you wanted. His hand was now crawling up under your dress to rub hard against your soaked underwear. Tracing the curve of your thigh, squeezing the plush flesh once, before gliding under your skirt to eagerly feel the wet material. The feeling of his fingers down where you needed it most pulled a shaking gasp from your lungs.

And oh, how Xavier enjoyed that sound.

“I’m never going to be able to use that portal again without you being right here.” He emphasized his words by slipping his fingers around your panties and pushing the tips into your core.

You had to grip onto his arms to keep yourself from falling. “Can I take you home? Please.”

Through the fog of ecstasy, his begging fueled a needy part of you that had you nodding in earnest.

And in a fumbling blur of groping palms and sloppy lips against your throat and lips, you were in his car, one clawed hand between your thighs and your half tipsy fingers trying to undo his belt as he drove the late night traffic.

You rocked your hips against his hand. Uncaring of the light pricking of his talons against the supple skin down there. Whining when he withdrew his fingers once, hissing softly. “Slowly.” The word rippled through the air in the car like a prayer. And you nodded, impatiently lifting your hips towards his hovering touch until your skin was flush with the rough pads of his fingers.

You ripped down his zipper once the belt was free and with a slight shift of his waist, the first cock slipped from its confined prison.

It was no wonder Xavier could pull climax after climax from you

You got brief glimpses during your sessions at the Hostel; but now you could finally see what has been ravaging your walls so perfectly for the past few months.

They were a pale green in color that deepened to a black at the very tip. Thickest around the middle, rolling into an oval peak that curved with a slight sharp summit. Near the base, just before the beginning of the steep slope of Xavier’s shaft- were numerous waxy spikes. But you don’t ever recall feeling these against your walls.

The very thought of them had your thighs closing around Xavier’s hand and the smirk he shot down at you was viciously wicked.

“The portal was always too small for me to fit both of them to the hilt.” He explained, rolling his hips so you managed to glimpse the second, larger, member still trapped in his pants. “I hope you don’t mind if I try tonight.”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.” You replied and Xavier’s next breath rattled on a hiss-like growl.

Your mouth was near watering as a bead of pre-cum appeared on the apex of his cock.

He was much thicker than you thought. And cool to the touch as you wrapped an experimental hand around the girthy middle.

A whisper of a grunt escaped from Xavier’s lips and you grinned at the sweet sound. “I always wondered what you would taste like.” You murmured. Tilting the rounded peak towards your lips, you gave the bead of pre-cum an experimental lick.

You felt the car jerk and Xavier’s hand fisted around the back of your head. Holding you above his bobbing length. You felt the tip of his claws scratch against your scalp and something deep within you bristled keenly at the sensation of your hair tangled between his fingers.

Your core fluttered around the empty space that now replaced Xavier’s hand. And you looked up at him from where he held you near his hips.

But he didn’t push you down or pull you away, instead held you a tortuous inch away from his cock.

“We should wait until we’re out of traffic.” Xavier breathlessly laughed. His pupils were blown wide. A black pool rimmed by gold. “I can’t concentrate if you use your mouth.”

You pouted but lifted your head further away from him. You felt no restriction, but his fingers stayed curled around your hair. “Can I stroke you at least?” You asked.

Xavier nodded. The passing street-lights flashed him briefly in pools of white. Giving you the illusion of a fanged nightmare looming over your bowed body.

“Slowly…Please.”

The manners felt like an after-thought. As if he just remembered he should be using them.

But you obliged his command with a slow drag of your hand along his shaft. The hard muscle barely gave way under your tight grip. And your palm found smaller, unseen nubs coating Xavier’s cock. They were much softer than the spines near his base, but nonetheless massaged your fingers in a way that felt very familiar.

Looking up at Xavier, you noticed the dazed look overcoming him. The traffic at this hour was near non-existent but you still felt you needed to help the poor Monster concentrate on getting you both home.

“Why do you visit the Hostel only on Fridays?” You asked, moving your hand in a continuous squeezing, slow motion.

“Lets call it a little treat for finishing the week.” Xavier grunted. The bob of his throat seemed to be caused by your fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his trousers. His breath hitching when you carefully scraped your nails along the second cocks firm spines. They felt…longer than what the first cock’s protrusions. And just a touch less pliable. “And a refreshing start to my weekend. Better than any stiff drink or spa-day.” He tried to joke, you knew he did. But with the heaviness layering his words, he sounded like he was spitting out his reply.

You hummed in agreement, resisting the urge to lick the thick teardrop of pre that was collecting on the valley of his slit. Instead you used it to wetten your palm so your hand stroked him more easily.

“I open my portal hours for longer durations for the same reason.” You told him. His cock throbbed in your hand, as if it grew more excited at the mention of the device. “You’re by far my favorite client. But being used late into the night by others does wonders after a stressful week.”

The hand around your hair tightened and your eyes watered in response. You peeked up at him, smirking when a passing light reflected off his ivory white fangs. “Don’t tell me you’re a jealous type.”

“I think territorial is more fitting with my kind.” Xavier nearly growled. Something whispered to you that he was restraining himself. And to calm him, you wrapped your other hand around the hilt of his shaft. Massaging the spines there while your first hand continued to stroke him.

“Is it horrible that I found that incredibly sexy?” You chuckled.

A shaking hiss whistled through Xavier’s jaw. His entire body seemed to vibrate against your waist. The thigh you were half draped over was as firm as a rock. “If I do start making you uncomfortable, I want you to tell me.” He said and he tugged on your hair to ensure your attention was surely on him. “When I use your portal, I always make sure I don’t do anything I would need your permission to do. But now we’re together, if you’re ok with it, I would like to fuck you properly.” You nodded but Xavier’s eyes sharpened when they glanced down at you, pulling his attention away from the road for a second to drill in how serious he was being. “Use your words.”

“I’m more than comfortable with us experimenting my limits tonight.” You said in equal firmness. Stalling your curious playing so nothing separated you or him from this discussion. “If you want, we can use a safe-word. Or a color code to help with our comfort levels.”

Xavier nodded. The car began to slow down and you felt the dip and rise of him driving onto a sloped driveway. When Xavier parked the car and switched off the engine, he lifted you onto his lap. In one smooth motion- unclicking your seat-belt then looping his arm around your waist to drag you over so your thighs straddled his waist.

“I need you to hide this.” He said and bucked his hips up so the hard length pressed sharply against your core. His eyes fluttered close when your warm slick coated panties rubbed along him.

And you laughed softly when he continued to grind up against you. Rolling his head back against the seat while you took the opportunity to kiss and nip along his exposed throat. “You’re so warm.” Xavier murmured. His arms tightened around you, caging you against his chest. “You’re incredibly distracting. What were we doing again?” He attempted to joke again but the clouded expression of his portrayed just how reluctant he was to move.

You couldn’t complain either. You met every lazy twitch of his hips with an impatient jerk of yours. Angled as you were, you couldn’t press him against the part of you that was aching for friction. But the spines on his cock were at least giving you an electrifying ride.

“Xavier, please…” You whimpered. Burying your face into the hard nook of his neck. “Can we go inside already?”

His laugh felt like a drum-roll through your body. And he finally opened the car door and stepped out into the dimly lit driveway.

Xavier held you tight against his body. One hand possessively splayed over the expanse of your ass, holding you with ease against his chest. While still cradling your clothed pussy forcibly against his cock. Your dress pooled around your legs. Perfectly covering the sinful connection between your waists.

When he reached the front door of his home, Xavier pressed your back against the cool wood and trapped you there. He kissed you deeply while fumbling with his keys. His tongue sliding tenderly along yours, tasting and swiping until you felt him reach the back of your throat. Your eyes watered as you fought not to gag on the tickling sensation.

The teasing chuckle made you push down on his cock. Making his tongue falter and him stumble into the house when he managed to unlock the door.

His tail slammed the door shut behind him. The kiss continued, needy and passionate, until you had to break away to breathe. Xavier chased after you. Growling about not being done tasting you as he walked through the house to a dark room.

With a flick of his tail tip on the switch, the overhead lights blazed to life. Bathing you in a cozy orange light that started to warm your skin almost immediately.

Your back hit the bed a second later and Xavier made no hesitation in removing your clothes. His claws slipped under the skirt of your dress to first hook under the thin material of your panties. When they came free of your legs, Xavier brought them up to his nose and breathed in the wettened patch.

His eyes rolled close to the back of his head. Then they focused on you and he threw the bundle across the room.

“Your arousal is intoxicating.” Xavier hummed against the skin of your neck. There he licked and nipped, leaving the beginning of small bruises along your throat as he guided the straps of your dress over your shoulders. “The first time I smelled your pussy I couldn’t help but immediately taste you. And now I'm going to be lucky enough to have my sheets coated in your scent.”

He was massive on top of you. Half hanging off the side of the bed, his tail sweeping across the floor lazily while he impatiently dragged your dress away from your body. Your hands wandered just as eagerly as his. Sweeping down the hard curves of his sides. Following the sharp ridges of scales trailing down his back that then spread out into softer skin above his tail and belly.

With each layer of his clothes he removed, you tasted with your mouth. Finding sensitive spots only where the skin was pale and supple under your lips.

You excitedly found a collection of rounded scales patterning the ‘V’ of his hips. Creating a trail of smooth bumps that disappeared into soft flesh circling the hilt of his cocks. When you shoved his pants down his legs, his tail whipped back and forth to help wriggle himself out of the restrictive clothing.

“Green for keep going.” Xavier panted through a kiss that had you crushed against the bed. “Yellow for slow. Red for stop.”

It took you a second to understand what he was saying. The fog of ecstasy had taken away most of your thoughts. But when you connected the dots, you nodded.

Quickly adding words when he started to pull away. “Green!” You yanked him back down on top of you and with a hearty laugh, Xavier shoved you further up the bed. Crawling after you, he parted your legs with his mouth. Giving your folds a slow, heavy lick before continuing up along your stomach.

You spread your legs wider and Xavier took up the space between them. Taking no time to press his two lengths against your aching warmth. He sagged on top of you. His weight held aloft by his elbows on either side of your head.

“Is this a lizard thing?” You lightly teased. Moving your thighs to better accommodate the vast width of his waist and roll your hips against the throbbing peaks. He shuddered above you. Frozen against your pussy. “Is it my pussy or the warmth?”

“Both.” He rasped. “H-human holes are..fuck..are unfairly addicting. And with your warm-blood, I instinctually want to be pressed against you all the time.”

As if to concrete his words, Xavier lowered his body until you were completely enveloped by him. His weight pressing down against you until you felt every breath he took. Every twitch and subtle jerk of his hips rubbing the pebbles of pre-cum through your folds.

You moaned against his chest when the textured underside of his cock nudged against your clit.

The two of you stayed like this until you were whining for him to go faster. “I'm close.” You gasped and Xavier hissed when he pulled away. Drawing himself up to sit on his calves, kneeling between your thighs while his hands trailed his claws down your sides. Making you squirm and wriggle until his palms locked around your hips and dragged you to settle on the slope of his thighs.

You relaxed your legs on either side of his waist. Whimpering when his fingers explored the crevasse of your core. Pushing the tips of his fingers inside you to massage your walls, gently spreading you until your breath left your lungs in heated pants.

“Color?” Xavier asked. Sounding as winded as you felt while he stretched you with his hand.

“G-Green.” You replied, unable to look away from where his cocks lay sprawled against your hip. Xavier had to move them to the side so he could watch his knuckles disappear into your velvety walls.

It felt crowded between your legs. But Xavier made no move to shift you. Keeping you flush against his hips.

That is until he wrapped a tight fist around his first cock and lifted himself to angle his hips towards your pussy. Your breath froze in your chest. Your eyes wide in anticipation as Xavier probed your entrance with his rounded peak.

Your head rolled back against the mattress- eyes fluttering close as your walls began to stretch to accommodate him. There wasn't a heavy burn. Just a sweet familiar ache that swept through your core and up along your lower back. Sparks began to sizzle along your skin when the thickest part of him pushed past your entrance.

Xavier watched you with a searing intensity. Aiding the careful glide of his length with devastating precision. When your walls spasmed, Xavier stalled and coaxed your calm forward with a brush of his thumb against your clit.

When your breathing evened, Xavier would move again. His hips pulsated with gentle thrusts until you felt the first row of spines jab at your soft skin.

When the prodding sensation prickled your flesh, your hands flew to latch around Xavier’s wrists. Helping ground you to the unusual feeling.

Xavier immediately stopped. Eyes heavy and lidded, but violently focused.

“O-Orange.” You managed to push the word through your leaded tongue.

Xavier nodded and drew out of you until only the head of his cock remained smothered by your heated body. “During our sessions together, I didn’t want to use them without your permission.” His voice sounded like a thundercloud in his throat. The sharp hiss of lightning sharpening each word. “They won’t hurt-”

“It’s n-not that.” You said. Cutting off his worried explanation. “They just felt weird. It surprised me.” You looked up from where the two of you were connected. His pale skin gleamed with your slick and you noticed that the small nubs were deeper in color now. Looking swollen against Xavier’s smooth length. “Green.”

Xavier sank into you in one smooth glide. And your back arched off the bed- a gasp breaking from your chest.

“Sorry.” Xavier whispered. So devastatingly focused on the last two inches that had yet to slip inside you. He held himself there while your walls attempted to suck him in. Greeding begging for him to go deeper.

“I want to be sure you’re comfortable taking these.”

You knew it was sweet. In the back of your mind, you appreciated this Monster and his cautious behavior.

But holy fuck, you wanted him to pound you into this bed. You were sure he could break this it if he unleashed himself fully onto you.

With a soft murmur, Xavier pushed against your heat and your eyes flew open when the first spines scraped past your entrance. It was a strange sensation. And every time Xavier moved, you felt him grinding against your walls. The protrusions gave way enough that the sharp peaks didn’t harm you. But caused just enough pressure that by the time Xavier was flush against your hole; you were trembling under his hands.

“F-Fuck…” The curse fell from Xavier’s lips like a prayer. His back was arched over you, lips occasionally brushing your brow every time Xavier rolled his hip. You had to bend your head back to kiss him. Sloppy and breathless, trying to ground yourself so you didn't fall too soon. “Color?”

“Green.” You said against his throat. Whimpering when he started to pull out. “Please, I’m so close…”

“I know baby~” Xavier hissed, trembling above you. Shoulders tight, muscles coiled as he braced himself against every slow curl of his hips that buried him snugly against your body. “Hold on for a little longer. And then I want you cumming on my cock as many times as you need.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Using him as an anchor while he slowly picked up speed. But you felt his impatience breaking his resolve. And the second Xavier realized you were taking him without any resistance, a ruthless pace was set.

Your body was rocked with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixing with your pitched cries as you clawed his back. Burying your nails into the nooks of his scales.

Xavier hissed above you, leaning low over your body in a possessive crouch of pleasure that made the bed creak with his rhythm. Your body tried to writhe, pressing your breasts against his cool skin as a searing pleasure flamed through your core.

His second cock bounced against your ass. A heavy weight that pressed against your cheeks and was crushed by his balls swinging in motion to his body.

And then you were undone. A strangled cry, muffled by Xavier’s chest, echoed through the room and Xavier’s chuckle was dark and vicious.

“That’s it.” He whispered between thrusts. Each slam of his hips now produced a wet, slick sound. “Such a good girl for me. Letting me use you like this. I knew you could take all of me. But now I need to stuff you properly.”

Xavier’s pace shifted, slowing into a lazy grind. He lifted himself off of you, just enough that he could move his legs and let your body fall to the bed completely. You felt a wet patch meet your skin but your mind was too dazed to care.

Then he reached between your driving bodies to adjust the angle of the second cock.

“Color?” The question was carried on silk wrapped around iron. Steady, but restrained.

“Green.” You told him. Beginning to find your focus again as you felt the heavy weight push against your entrance, bumping against the already stuffed hole. “A-Actually, orange.”

The eager prodding slowed. And Xavier leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss so tender your head spun. “Good girl.”

You forced your back to lie flat against the bed. Relaxing your muscles while the second cock massaged to stretch your walls. Xavier’s tongue did wonders to distract you. Carving a path down your chin, to your throat, brushing the sharp curves of his fangs against your jugular. Where you could feel your racing heart-beat against the thrilling presence of his maw.

You felt him apply pressure but then stopped. A heart-beat passed and his voice rumbled through your skin.

“Color?”

You smiled and tilted your chin up, “Green.”

The growl came from deep within his chest. And your body shivered on a gasp as his lips encased your throat between his fangs. He bit down gently. Applying just enough force that your skin prickled with discomfort but no pain.

Growing impatient, Xavier adjusted his legs and angled your hip to meet the slow push of his next thrust. He lifted your hips off the bed, driving in the head of his length until it popped inside your warm embrace.

The pressure of him filling you made something in you snap again and this time, your breath rattled on a groan-like whimper of his name.

Xavier’s purr was dark and triumphant. His teeth still possessively locked around your throat, he shifted his legs again. Spreading them further apart so he had a deeper angle to drive down into you until your ass was smooshed against the bed.

Tears blurred your vision. But you didn't stop him. Spilling murmured nonsense into the humid air while he set a brutally shallow pace. Burying inch after inch each time his hips swooped down to meet yours.

You were helpless beneath him. Sprawled open by his knees against your thighs. His left hand was locked on your waist to keep you still while you were stretched to your limits.

Xavier dragged the back of his knuckles along your arm. Gently pulling your grasping hand away from his body to rest against the bed above your head. His fingers slid between yours. Tangling your hand with his and you felt him squeeze your warm palm twice.

You mimicked the pressure. Sighing a long shaky breath at the first sharp touch of his thicker cock’s spines.

“Green.” You said before Xavier could pull away. You felt his lips curl in a smile and his body tensed above you. His back coiled like a spring, carefully restraining himself as he sank the last few inches into you.

Another climax ripped through your exhausted body and your thighs locked against his legs. Trembling and shaking, boneless under him while he buried himself until nothing was left between the two of you.

“You stretch so deliciously for me.” Xavier whispered into your skin. Nipping his way to your lips to bruise them in a kiss. Hungrily taking the taste of your tongue with his until your hand squeezed his fingers. Begging for breath. “Now consider my next words carefully- can I breed you” The words were said in a voice as velvety as dark chocolate.

Asked so plainly your befuddled mind didn’t realize he had asked it until he nipped your throat, yanking a startled yelp out of you.

“W-What?”

“Can I breed you?” He asked again. Said more softly but nonetheless just as serious. “When I use your portal, I only ever ejaculated out of one cock. The larger one secretes thicker semen. It feels indescribably good to ejaculate with it. But if I do that, I will want to keep you full of it. Instincts.” He said as if it explained everything clearly. “And because I…I might have a thing for it.”

You laughed quietly and relaxed your head against the pillows behind you. You hadn’t realized how far up the bed your thrusting bodies had climbed until you felt the doughy embrace.

“You can breed me.” You said quietly, the words sounding foreign on your tongue. “And please, fuck me as roughly as you do when you use my portal.”

Xavier’s smile was as eager as it was wicked.

He nuzzled roughly against your neck, a purr rattling your ribs as he crawled his way up your body until he was stretched over you like a living roof. Properly prone, your face nestled between the plates of his pectoral scales. And when he pressed his body against yours, the bundle of scales above his hips aligned deliciously with your clit.

So when he jerked his hips experimentally, your pitched gasp wasn’t just from his cocks spearing a deep part of you. But also the sharp twinge of pleasure from the grinding bumps over your sensitive nub.

Xavier halted. Stomach hard like a brick wall. “Color?” He asked. His cheek resting on a pile of pillows just above your head.

“Green.”

You barely finish the word before the coils in Xaver’s body sapped. And what you thought before of his rough pounding, was now thrown out the window. Replaced with the snap of his hips that was so devastating- so powerful -enough to drag your body up with him after every recoil.

A strangled scream tangled with the messy sounds of your sex. Skin slapping skin, slick with sweat and nectar from your centre with the profounding crack of his balls striking your ass. Each merciless curve of Xaveri’s hips felt precisioned to hit against the perfect spot. He was unrelenting. Ruthless with each strike.

Your walls were ravaged by the spines. Massaged and soothed by the small nubs before the sharp scrape of the hilts drove your walls into a furious flutter. Every time you clamped down, Xavier would groan and his rhythm would falter. For every deep thrust- he had to rut once so your walls wouldn’t lock him inside you.

The inter-changing pace unravelled guttural whimpers and bubbling moans from deep within your chest. You clung to him. Squeezing your interlocked fingers so tightly it hurt. His claws left marks on your skin.

His grip around your waist promised a belt of bruises for the following morning. All the while Xavier buried his face into the pillows. His snarls sounded like distant thunder as he took what he wanted from you.

You weren’t sure if the continuous grind of his pelvis against your clit was deliberate, but fuck, did it feel like he had control over every aspect of your pleasure.

As tears pooled from your eyes and your thighs cramped around his waist, your final climax crumbled your mind. Wave after wave of fiery heat blazed through you, convulsing your walls and suffocating Xavier between your pooling sex.

Xavier was unrelenting. The slam of his thrusts caused your breaths to turn to broken cries until his body coiled. Muscles tightening until it felt like he’d snap beneath your fingers- and you felt his cocks throb, pulsate and then spill a globulous liquid deep inside you.

Your eyes widened, startled by the flood of cool fluid that bathed your tinging walls like a soothing balm. Xavier’s roar shattered through his throat.. His tail whipped above your bodies like a mindless snake, whistling through the air with every stuttering thrust from Xavier’s hips.

You could only lay there, trapped and made from puddy, as Xavier milked himself between your legs. He had released your hand, his claws buried into the blanket to keep from crushing your fingers between his. But you kept your hand wrapped around his wrist. Squeezing him, helping anchor him as he chased the pleasure into a blind haze.

“Yes, yes! Such a good girl for me. I’ll fill you up so good. Make you leak with my seed…A-AH!” You felt his cocks twitch and then a second wave of cool liquid joined the first. Your walls swelled to accommodate the load and you whimpered when the hooks buried themselves into your entrance. Nothing that would cause pain, but the unsettling feeling of being locked together was alien.

“Hmm, feels so good- let me cum again. Just once more.” How could you say no to such a gravelly tone? Pitched at the end by a whine- desperate and pained.

“I need you again, Xavier.” You dragged your free hand up along his chest. Rubbing your palm against the soft skin under his jaw to then scratch your way down to where your clit was grinding against his small cluster of scales. “I can fit one more load in me. Come on, baby.”

A trembling hiss rippled from Xavier’s chest but your words fueled his hips into moving again. The rhythm was lazy this time. His hips trembled with overexertion. His breathing ragged, a string of praises tumbling from his lips as you rolled in tandem with him.

“That’s it, Xavier. Cum for me, baby.”

“A-Ah!” The splintered shout carried a hiss that made your hairs stand on end. But you ignored your fluttered pulse and traced the flexing muscles that clenched and relaxed with each lethargic spurt of his finish.

“Good boy.” You murmured to him. Pressing open mouthed kisses along the soft flesh of his chest and belly. Anywhere you could reach, you licked and worshipped. “Hmm, I'm so full. Fuck, Xavier…”

You finally allowed your body to relax. Sprawling over the expanse of the bed, wincing at your cramping thighs that refused to settle properly against Xavier’s crouched position.

Panting, Xavier lifted himself up enough to hunch over and sloppily kiss you. He cupped the side of your face, his palm encompassing your head as he eased you both down from your highs.

“That was…unreal.” He murmured against your puffy lips. “Unforutnately, we’ll be stuck like this for a while.” He gave his hips an experimental tug but his cocks were buried firm. You chuckled and petted a hand down your stomach, where a small bulge had now grown from the weight settled there.

“That’s ok. I need a breather.” You said. And Xavier tilted your chin so your eyes returned to his.

They were soft, searching your face. “What’s wrong?” You asked. Suddenly paranoid.

“Nothing! Nothing, I just…” A sound low in his throat made his lips vibrate when he kissed you again. “You can stay the night if you want.” Was all he said. But his eyes were conveying something else. Possibly something you were both thinking, but you weren’t going to ruin a perfectly good night by saying something stupid.

“Where’d that confidence go?” You teasingly asked. Stroking a knuckle along his jaw. “Don’t tell me I fucked the sexy lawyer out of you.”

Xavier laughed, jostling your swollen core, making you both gasp. He quickly quietened himself. Burying his face into the crook of your neck out of embarrassment.

“Ugh, do not tell Joane that you sucked the smart-ass out of me. She’d never let me live it down.”

You scoffed a laugh, pretending to be insulted. “Are you seriously talking about another woman while still balls deep inside me?”

Xavier’s eyes sparkled like polished treasure. “You spoke about other Monster’s fucking you while my cock was in your hand!” He countered. “Count it as even.”

You tried to continue being petty, but you couldn't help but laugh. Having to stop rather quickly when a shiver of overstimulation sizzled through your skin.

“Alright, alright. Stop making me laugh.” You sighed and rested back against the pillows. Xavier shifted a few more around you to create a comfortable nest of support against your body. “So…how long does this normally last?”

Xavier winced. Tickling his claws along the area that was now swollen and red from the small marks he left on your hip. “A..A few hours.”

You gawked up at him. Then very lightly chuckled. “Guess I am staying here. I hope you don’t mind a needy cuddler. That’s my only demand as after-care.”

Xavier rested his head above yours. The brush of his lips against the crown of your head made you shiver. And his arms wrapped around you. Carefully pulling you flush against his body. “As long as you don’t mind us sleeping with me still inside you. My little demand as after-care.”

You shifted your hips and was rewarded by a throaty moan from Xavier. “Am I at risk of being bred again?”

You were not an easy girl. 

And everyone knew that. 

There had never been a specific reason as to why you refused to do anything sexual. Muggle religion wasn't something you were raised with, you weren't a hopeless romantic waiting for "the one", and you certainly weren't scared of sex. It was simply something you weren't necessarily interested in.

It started in fifth year when Marlene barged into your shared dormitory with messy hair, swollen lips, and her face flushed. Despite being fifteen at the time and more focused on what you were going to eat for dinner, you weren't clueless. You knew simply by her appearance that she'd ventured into territory none of you had yet, and her words only confirmed that assumption. 

"Sirius and I snogged for nearly two hours!" She had exclaimed as she fell back onto her bed with a sigh. "It was... like nothing I've ever felt."

"Alright, you've snogged him before, this isn't anything new," Mary had commented from her desk, her eyes not leaving the book she'd been reading. 

"But it is different this time," Marlene replied. She sat up, and the smirk on her face was one of pure mischief. "We were only one step away from shagging."

That caught everyone's attention. 

The rest of the evening was spent with millions of questions being asked, and Marlene's cheeky answers that were accompanied by explicit details. By the time everyone was tucked in bed, you were far too aware of what was hidden underneath Sirius Black's trousers, and it left an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

At first you thought it was only because it was Sirius who she'd been describing in that manner. He was an immature, loud, and annoying boy. You were cordial with him, when he wasn't acting like a complete asshole. So, it only made sense that the idea of him naked didn't appeal to you specifically. 

That write-off only lasted a year.

Sixth year brought tales from all the girls. Mary had spent the summer with some muggle girl, and while you had nothing against that, you still didn't care much for the details. Around Christmas, Lily began to go out with some Ravenclaw boy and that relationship progressed far faster than anyone expected. By the time spring started to melt away the cold winter of sixth year, all your friends had stories to share, and you began to realize that maybe sex wasn't for you. 

When you and all the girls began to hang around the Marauders more, you became brutally aware of the fact that you were the only person who hadn't snogged someone. You hadn't even been on an official date. And unfortunately, they were all aware of those facts too. 

During lunch one day near the end of the term, Charlie Wright, a Hufflepuff boy in your year approached the Gryffindor table, specifically you who sat at said table. He tapped your shoulder gently causing you to nearly choke on your pumpkin juice as you whipped your head around at an inhuman speed. 

"Uh, hi Y/N," he greeted you with a small laugh as you coughed from the pumpkin juice in your throat. 

"Hi, is there something I can help you with?" You asked, too aware of all the eyes of your friends on you in that moment. 

He shrugged. "I was just wondering if you'd fancy going to Hogsmeade with me this weekend." 

Your eyes widened for a second. "Like a date?"

"Well... yes." 

"Oh!" 

You ran a hand through your hair nervously. Charlie was cute, and you'd spoken with him plenty of times during Herbology to know he was a decent enough guy. But you'd never pictured him in that way. You'd never really thought of anyone in that way. This wasn't the first time you'd been asked out, not at all. However, this was the first time you'd been asked out in front of all your friends who you could tell from your peripheral vision, were watching with hopeful, entertained eyes. You'd never wanted to be able to disapparate more in your entire life.

"Listen Charlie, you're really nice, but I'm just... not interested in dating," you said, already feeling the awkwardness in your chest. 

Unlike some of the other guys who'd asked you out in the past, Charlie was a good sport. Instead of frowning or questioning you further, he gave you a curt nod and said something along the lines of, "I understand." Then, he turned and disappeared into the crowd of students. 

You turned back to your plate, a slight hint of red on your cheeks, and picked up your cup of pumpkin juice. Down the table, you caught James setting his fork down a bit harder than necessary, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly before he looked away. But you were already focused on the warmth spreading across your face, too embarrassed to notice—or care.

"Are you serious Y/N?" Marlene asked from across the table.

"No." You pointed to the person sitting a bit further down the table. "He's Sirius." 

It earned a quiet chuckle from Peter and Remus. Marlene, Mary, and Lily on the other hand remained silent, all their eyes on you with clear disappointment written on their faces.

"Charlie is a nice guy," Lily said. 

"And he's cute!" Mary added a bit louder than you thought necessary.

You held up your hands in defense. "I never denied those facts."

"So what's the problem then?" Marlene leaned forward, genuinely baffled. "He asked you out. He's nice. He's cute. Those are literally the only requirements."

"My requirement is that I actually want to go," you said flatly.

"But why don't you?" Mary pressed. "Like, actually. Is it because of something he did?"

"No, it's just—" You set your fork down, already exhausted by the conversation. "I'm not interested in dating. I've told you all this."

Sirius, who'd apparently been listening from a few seats over, let out a loud laugh. "Mate, she's rejecting Charlie Wright. Charlie's like, objectively a catch."

"She's mental," James muttered, but there was something almost protective in his tone—a quality that didn't match the casual dismissal of his words.

"I'm not mental," you said, feeling heat creep up your neck again. "I just don't want to date him. Or anyone."

Lily exchanged a look with Marlene that made your stomach twist. "You've never even kissed anyone, Y/N. Don't you want to at least try it?"

"Not particularly, no."

The table went quiet. It was the kind of quiet that made you want to disappear.

"Blimey," Remus said softly. "She really hasn't."

"The Saint," Sirius announced suddenly, raising his goblet like he was making a toast. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Y/N L/N—the only person in this entire friend group who's never snogged anyone and has absolutely zero interest in changing that fact."

A few people laughed. Most of them looked at you like you'd grown a second head.

You stared down at your plate, feeling the weight of their collective confusion settle over you like a heavy cloak. The Saint. Of course that's what they'd call you. Because apparently, not wanting something everyone else wanted made you some kind of anomaly.

You picked your fork back up and took a bite of food, hoping they'd move on. They didn't.

~~~

"The Saint" title didn't leave you all summer. In fact, it became almost like a nickname for you. Each time you were around any of your friends, there would always be at least one question of if you'd gone against your dubbed name. And each time you'd give the same answer, only solidifying the name. 

By the time you were sitting in the already too full compartment on the Hogwarts Express to return for your final year of school, you'd gotten used to the name. You weren't embarrassed or ashamed of who you were, and no amount of commentary would change that. So, as you sat crammed between the window and Marlene, you flipped through some muggle magazine Lily had brought you casually. 

The compartment door opened, but you didn't look up, too focused on the Muggle magazine to care who'd decided to squeeze in.

"Good day Prongs, Padfoot," Remus's voice filled your ears. "Nice of you two to finally join us."

James leaned against the window frame near you, while Sirius threw himself into the remaining seat.

"What can I say Moony? My adoring fans needed to see me. Though it seems Prongs here had almost as many admirers as I did," Sirius replied.

You finally glanced up from the magazine, ready to make some sarcastic comment about Sirius's ego—and the words died in your throat.

James Potter was standing less than two feet away from you.

James Potter, who you'd known since first year. James Potter, who you'd sat next to in Transfiguration countless times. James Potter, your friend.

Except—

Merlin's beard.

When had he gotten so... tall? He had to be at least 6'1 now, maybe taller, and the way he leaned against the window frame made his shoulders look broader than you remembered. His skin was deeply tan—he'd always been darker than the others, but the summer sun had turned him golden in a way that made your stomach do something very strange and unfamiliar.

His hair was still a mess, still defying every law of physics, but somehow it looked... good? Like he'd just run his hand through it and it had fallen perfectly into place. And his face—had his jaw always been that defined? Had his eyes always been that warm shade of hazel? Had his nose that was always a bit longer than the others always been so appealing to look at?

You realized, with growing horror, that you were staring.

And then he shifted slightly closer, and you caught his scent—something clean and woodsy, like broomstick polish and cedar, mixed with whatever soap he used and something underneath that was just... him. It hit you like a physical force, and suddenly the compartment felt about ten degrees warmer.

Your mouth had gone completely dry.

This was James Potter. James. The same James who'd made stupid jokes at breakfast and helped you with Charms homework and been part of your friend group for a year. The same James who'd been sitting at that table when Charlie asked you out, who'd muttered that weird comment you hadn't understood.

So why did you suddenly feel like you couldn't breathe properly?

Why was your heart doing that thing—that rapid, fluttery thing you'd heard Marlene describe a hundred times but had never, ever experienced yourself? Why did your face suddenly feel all flushed as if you were embarrassed? 

"You alright there, Y/N?" James asked, and oh Merlin, even his voice sounded different. Deeper. "You look a bit flushed."

You absolutely were not alright.

Because apparently, over the course of one summer, James Potter had become the most attractive person you'd ever seen in your entire life.

And you—the Saint, the girl who'd never been interested in anyone—were suddenly, overwhelmingly, catastrophically attracted to him.

~~~

The next three months were absolute torture.

It started small. Innocent. The kind of things that had happened a hundred times before without you batting an eye.

In Transfiguration, James leaned over to borrow your quill because he'd forgotten his—again—and when his fingers brushed yours, you nearly dropped the damn thing. Your skin burned where he'd touched you, and you had to grip the edge of your desk to keep from doing something completely mental like grabbing his hand back.

It was just a quill. You'd passed him quills before. This was normal.

Except it wasn't. Not anymore.

At meals, he'd sit next to you like he always did, except now you were painfully aware of every single point of contact. His thigh pressed against yours under the table, warm and solid, and you couldn't focus on anything else. Not the food. Not the conversation. Just the heat of him bleeding through your robes and the way your pulse kicked up every time he shifted closer to reach for the salt.

You tried to rationalize it. Told yourself it was just proximity. Just your brain misfiring because you'd never experienced attraction before and didn't know how to handle it and James had always been conventionally attractive to the majority of the female population at Hogwarts.

But then he'd laugh at something Sirius said, and you'd catch yourself staring at the way his throat moved. Or he'd run a hand through his hair in frustration over a Potions essay, and your stomach would flip. Or he'd lean down to pick up your dropped book in the common room, and suddenly he was right there, close enough that you could smell that cedar-and-something scent again, and you forgot how to form words.

"Here," he said one evening, handing you the book with an easy smile. The same smile he'd flashed you so many times before that you hadn't thought twice about.

Your fingers brushed his as you took it. Again. Always again.

"Thanks," you managed, and your voice came out strangled.

He gave you an odd look—concerned, maybe—but you turned away before he could ask if you were alright. Because you weren't. You were losing your mind.

The worst part? He had no idea. None of them did. You were still the Saint, still the girl who didn't care about any of this, and you couldn't exactly announce that you'd suddenly developed an all-consuming obsession with James Potter's hands and the way he smelled and how stupidly tall he'd gotten.

You'd spent five years being completely unaffected. Untouchable. And now you couldn't sit next to him without your heart trying to break out of your chest.

It was humiliating.

By the time Gryffindor won their first Quidditch match in November, you were wound so tight you thought you might snap. The common room erupted into celebration, someone produced Firewhisky from Merlin-knows-where, and for the first time in months, you saw an escape.

If you couldn't think straight around James Potter sober, maybe you just needed to stop thinking altogether.

The Firewhisky burned going down, but you didn't care. You took another sip, then another, letting the warmth spread through your chest and blur the edges of your overthinking brain.

The common room was packed—everyone shouting, dancing, celebrating Gryffindor's victory. Someone had charmed the record player to play louder than it had any right to, and the bass thrummed through the floor. You'd lost track of Marlene, Lily, and Mary somewhere in the chaos, but it didn't matter.

Because James was across the room, still in his Quidditch gear, hair a complete disaster, laughing at something Sirius said. And for once, you weren't trying to look away.

The alcohol made everything easier. Simpler. You weren't the Saint anymore—you were just a girl at a party who wanted something, and for the first time in your life, you were going to take it.

You crossed the room before you could talk yourself out of it.

"Potter," you said, and your voice came out steadier than you expected.

He turned, eyebrows raising in surprise. "Y/N. Hey—"

"You played well today."

"Thanks, I—"

"Really well." You stepped closer, close enough that you had to tilt your head back to look at him. Close enough to smell the sweat and broomstick polish still clinging to him, mixed with that cedar scent that had been driving you mad for months. "You know, I've been thinking."

His eyes widened slightly. "Yeah?"

"I've been thinking," you continued, emboldened by the Firewhisky and the way he was looking at you—like he couldn't quite believe this was happening, "that I've been an idiot."

"You're not—"

"I have been." You reached up, fingers curling into the front of his Quidditch robes, and his breath hitched. "Because I've spent three months trying to pretend I don't want to do this."

"Do what?" His voice had gone rough.

You pulled him down and kissed him before you could logically stop yourself.

For a second, he froze—shocked, maybe, or trying to figure out if this was real. But then his hands came up to cup your face, and he kissed you back like he'd been waiting for this just as long as you had.

And oh.

Oh.

His mouth was warm and tasted like Butterbeer, and when his tongue swept against yours, your knees actually went weak. One of his hands slid into your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, and you made a sound you'd never made before—desperate and wanting and completely beyond your control.

This. This was what everyone had been talking about. This heat, this need, the way your entire body lit up like someone had cast Incendio under your skin.

You pressed closer, and he groaned—actually groaned—his other hand dropping to your waist to pull you flush against him. You could feel his heart hammering against your chest, could feel the way his fingers tightened in your hair like he was afraid you'd pull away.

You weren't going anywhere.

When you finally broke apart, both of you breathing hard, his eyes were dark and slightly dazed.

"Merlin," he breathed.

"Yeah," you agreed, because coherent sentences were beyond you.

His thumb brushed over your cheekbone, and he was looking at you like you'd just turned his entire world upside down. "How much have you had to drink?"

"Enough to do that," you admitted. "Not enough to regret it."

His lips curved into a slow, devastating smile. "Good. Because I've wanted to do that since the train."

Your stomach flipped. "The train?"

"The train," he confirmed. "You looked up at me and I thought—" He shook his head, laughing softly. "I thought I was going to lose my mind."

"Join the club," you muttered, and he kissed you again—softer this time, but no less intense.

Around you, the party raged on. But all you could focus on was James Potter's mouth on yours and the realization that you'd been missing out on this for eighteen years.

You were never going to be the Saint again.

And you were completely fine with that.

~~~

You woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and a stomach full of dread.

Oh Merlin. Oh Merlin, what did I do?

The memories came back in flashes—your hands in James's hair, his mouth on yours, the way he'd groaned when you pressed closer. You'd kissed James Potter. In front of everyone. While drunk.

He probably thought it was a mistake. A drunken impulse you'd want to forget.

You spent breakfast avoiding eye contact with everyone, pushing eggs around your plate and trying not to think about how badly you'd humiliated yourself.

"Y/N."

You looked up. James was standing beside the table, still in his pajamas, hair even messier than usual. "Can we talk?"

Your heart sank. Here it came—the gentle letdown, the "you're a great friend but—"

You followed him out into the corridor, bracing yourself.

"Look," he started, running a hand through his hair. "About last night—"

"It's fine," you interrupted. "I was drunk, you were drunk, we can just forget—"

"I don't want to forget it."

You blinked. "What?"

"I don't want to forget it," he repeated, stepping closer. "I've wanted to do that for months. Since the train. Before that, actually—do you remember when Charlie asked you out?"

"Yeah?"

"I wanted to hex him," James admitted, laughing softly. "Right there in the Great Hall. I know I had no right to, but I couldn't stand the thought of you going to Hogsmeade with him."

Your brain was short-circuiting. "You... what?"

"I've been mad about you since fifth year," he said simply. "I just didn't think you were interested in any of that. In anyone."

"I wasn't," you breathed. "Until now."

His smile was blinding. And then he was kissing you again—slower this time, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world.

When you broke apart, you were both grinning like idiots.

"So," he murmured against your lips. "Want to do that again sometime?"

"Yes," you answered instantly. "Definitely yes."

~~~

"Sometime" turned into every spare moment you could find.

Between classes, in empty corridors, behind tapestries, in the Astronomy Tower after dark—you and James were constantly sneaking off to snog like teenagers who'd just discovered what kissing was.

Which, in your case, wasn't far from the truth.

A week after the party, he pulled you into an empty classroom after Transfiguration, and you ended up pressed against the door with his hands in your hair and your legs wrapped around his waist, feeling more of him than you ever thought possible. 

When you finally came up for air, he rested his forehead against yours, breathing hard.

"We should probably talk about this," he said, his breath ragged.

"Talk about what?" You kissed his jaw, his neck, anywhere you could reach.

"About—Merlin, that's distracting—about what we're doing."

You pulled back slightly. "What do you mean?"

"I mean..." He set you down gently, keeping his hands on your waist. "I want to take you on a proper date. To Hogsmeade, or—I don't know, anywhere. I want to do this right."

Your stomach twisted. "James—"

"I know you've never been interested in all that," he continued quickly. "But I fancy you. A lot. And I don't want this to just be... I don't know, sneaking around and snogging in empty classrooms."

"I like sneaking around and snogging in empty classrooms," you said, only half-joking.

He laughed. "I do too. But I want more than that. Eventually."

You bit your lip, trying to organize your thoughts. "I don't need all the romance right now," you admitted. "I don't need dates and flowers and—all of that. I just..." You took a breath. "I just really want to try all of this. With you. The physical stuff. I've spent eighteen years not caring about any of it, and now I can't stop thinking about it, and I don't want to wait."

His eyes darkened. "You want to—"

"Yes," you said firmly. "I want to. With you."

He was quiet for a moment, studying your face. Then he cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your lips. "Okay. We'll go at your pace. Whatever you're comfortable with."

"But?" You could hear the unspoken word.

"But eventually," he said, smiling, "I'm taking you on a real date. Because you deserve that too."

You kissed him instead of answering. But you were smiling against his mouth.

~~~

It happened two weeks later.

The common room was empty—everyone at dinner—and you and James were on the couch, his hands under your shirt, your fingers working at the buttons of his.

"We should go somewhere," he murmured against your neck. "Somewhere private."

Your heart was hammering. "Your dorm?"

He pulled back to look at you, eyes searching. "Are you sure?"

You nodded. You'd never been more sure of anything.

The walk up to the boys dormitories felt like a walk across the entire castle. Your heart hammered in your chest, your hand a bit sweaty in his as he guided you up the stairs. When he pushed open the door and led you inside, you were met with a sight that seemed very fitting for a room that held four teenage boys.

Clothes thrown around on one side- Sirius's you were sure of by the inappropriate muggle magazine pictures hung on the bed frame- books stacked on trunks, the overwhelming smell of cologne, and more Quidditch gear than you'd seen in your life. James led you to his bed, which was not made, but still not nearly as messy as Sirius or Peters. 

"They won't be back here for a while, you know how much Sirius eats," he mentioned, his voice lighthearted. 

"He eats as if he's been starved his entire life," you replied, trying your hardest not to sound nervous despite how fast your heart was racing. 

James stood in front of you so close that you had to tilt your head up to maintain eye contact. "We don't have to-"

"I want to." You wrapped your arms around his neck. "I really do."

Without another word, he kissed you, slower this time. The backs of your knees hit the mattress, you sat, and he followed you down, bracing himself above you.

"Hi," he said softly.

"Hi."

His hand slid under your shirt again, palm warm against your ribs, and you arched into the touch. He took his time—kissing your neck, your collarbone, pushing your shirt up inch by inch until you sat up to pull it off completely.

He stared at you for a long moment, and you resisted the urge to cover yourself.

"You're so beautiful," he said, voice rough.

"You're not so bad yourself, Potter."

He grinned and kissed you again, and then his hands were everywhere—your waist, your back, sliding up to unclasp your bra with surprising dexterity.

"Impressive," you managed.

"I've been practicing," he deadpanned, and you laughed, swatting his shoulder.

"On who?"

"Sirius. He's very supportive."

You were still laughing when he kissed you again, but the laughter died when his mouth moved lower—down your neck, across your collarbone, closing over your breast.

"Oh—" The sound escaped before you could stop it, and he hummed against your skin, clearly pleased with himself.

Your hands found his shirt, tugging insistently, and he pulled back long enough to yank it over his head. You'd seen him shirtless before—Quidditch practice, swimming in the Black Lake—but this was different. This was yours to touch.

So you did. Ran your hands over his chest, his toned abdomen, his shoulders, the muscles of his back. He shivered under your touch, and the knowledge that you could affect him like that sent a thrill through you.

"Well, let's see it," you said, fingers moving to his belt.

He helped you, kicking off his trousers and pants until he was completely bare, and—

Oh.

"Is that—I mean, is it supposed to—" You cut yourself off, face burning.

James was trying very hard not to laugh. "Yes. That's... yes. That's normal."

"Right. Obviously. I knew that."

"It's okay to be nervous," he said gently, settling beside you and hooking his fingers in the waistband of your skirt. "We don't have to—"

"I want to." You lifted your hips, letting him slide the fabric down along with your knickers, and then you were both completely naked, and this was actually happening.

He kissed you again, long and slow, one hand sliding up your thigh. When his fingers brushed between your legs, you gasped.

"Okay?" he murmured.

"Yes. Don't stop."

He didn't. He touched you carefully, watching your face, adjusting based on your reactions. When he found the right spot, your hips bucked involuntarily.

"There," you breathed. "Right there."

He circled that spot with his thumb, and pleasure sparked up your spine—sharper and more intense than anything you'd felt on your own. His other hand was in your hair, his mouth on your neck, and you were drowning in sensation.

"James—"

"I've got you," he said against your skin. "Let go. I've got you."

The pleasure built and built until it was almost too much, breaking over you in waves that left you gasping his name. He worked you through it, gentle and steady, until you collapsed back against the pillows.

"Holy shit," you managed.

He was grinning. "Good?"

"Understatement."

He kissed you again, and you could feel him hard against your hip. You reached down, wrapping your hand around him experimentally, and he groaned.

"You don't have to—"

"I want to," you said. "Show me?"

He covered your hand with his, guiding your movements, and you watched his face—the way his eyes fluttered closed, the way his breath hitched when you twisted your wrist.

"Okay," he said after a moment, stilling your hand. "Okay, if you keep doing that, this is going to be over embarrassingly fast."

You smirked. "Really?"

"Really." He shifted, settling between your legs, and your heart kicked up again. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes." You pulled him down for a kiss. "I'm sure."

He reached for his wand, murmuring a contraceptive charm, and then he was lining himself up, pressing forward slowly.

It hurt. Not terribly, but enough that you tensed.

"Breathe," James said softly, stilling. "Just breathe. We can stop—"

"Don't stop." You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Keep going."

He moved slowly, carefully, giving you time to adjust. The pain faded into pressure, into fullness, into something that wasn't quite pleasure yet but wasn't entirely uncomfortable either. You'd never felt so full in your life. When Marlene had gone into explicit detail of how it felt to be shagged, you thought her description of "fullness" was absurd. But now, in this moment, you finally understood exactly what she meant. And you loved it.

"Okay?" he asked, voice strained once he was fully inside.

"Okay. You can move."

He did—slow, shallow thrusts that gradually deepened as your body relaxed around him. And then he shifted his angle slightly, and—

"Oh—"

"There?" He did it again, and pleasure sparked through you.

"Yes. There. Don't stop."

He didn't. He found a rhythm that had you clinging to him, your nails dragging down his toned back as he fucked you, gasping his name, chasing that feeling building low in your belly. When he pressed sloppy, wet kisses to your neck, you threw your head back and whimpered- actually whimpered- his name. You felt the way he tensed at the sound of you saying his name, and it only made your thighs clench around his hips even harder.

"You feel so fucking good," he murmured, the vibration of his husky voice on your skin sending a shiver down your spine. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, finding your clit, and the combination was overwhelming. "Fuck- Y/N."

You felt like you were going to explode. "James, Merlin, James."

"Come on," he whispered. "I feel how—fuck—let me feel you."

The pleasure became too much again and you came, sharper this time, and you cried out as it broke over you. Your teeth sank into one of his shoulders, your whole body shaking as you practically saw stars. He followed moments later, burying his face in your neck and groaning your name, his glasses hard against your soft skin.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. Just lay there sweaty, breathing hard, tangled together.

"So," James said eventually, voice muffled against your shoulder. "That was—"

"Yeah."

He lifted his head to look at you, grinning. "You okay?"

"More than okay." You kissed him. "I get it now. Why everyone's so obsessed with this."

He laughed, rolling onto his side and pulling you against him. "It's not always like that, you know. It's—" He paused, searching for words. "It's different with someone you care about."

Your heart squeezed. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I meant what I said before. I want to do this right. I want to take you on dates and hold your hand in the corridors and—all of it. Not just this."

"I want that too," you admitted. "I think I just needed to figure out the physical stuff first. To know that I could actually... feel all of that."

"And?"

"And I definitely can." You kissed him again. "With you."

~~~

Three days later, James took you to Hogsmeade.

He held your hand the entire way, bought you hot chocolate at the Three Broomsticks, and kissed you in the middle of the street like he didn't care who saw.

"You know," you said as you walked back toward the castle, "a year ago, if someone had told me I'd be here with you—"

"You would've laughed in their face?"

"I would've thought they'd been hit with a Confundus Charm."

He grinned. "And now?"

You stopped walking, turning to face him. The sun was setting behind the castle, painting everything gold, and James Potter was looking at you like you were the only person in the world.

"Now," you said, "I can't imagine being anywhere else."

He kissed you, soft and sweet, and you thought about Charlie Wright asking you out in the Great Hall. How you'd rejected him without a second thought because you genuinely hadn't been interested.

You weren't the Saint anymore. You were just a girl who'd finally found someone worth wanting.