marauders smuts/imagines

james potter

might have been a lil too excited to write this im sorry 😀

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You could feel him– his touch on you but it wasn't clear. The cloud of mist fogged your subconscious as you stirred half-awake in the crimson sheets of James' bed.

You could've sworn it was a dream, it just felt a little too real to be a dream. You felt him exactly where he loved to be, his tongue lapping at your pussy– teasing your hole as it clenches around nothing.

Your eyes felt heavy, the sleepiness and the pleasure in you swirling together, making it near to impossible for you to open your eyes.

He continued what he did best, dragging his tongue up your pussy before latching his lips around your clit, sucking the engorged bud as your body jolted awake– your eyes finally opening to see James buried in between your legs, your pants discarded to the other end of the bed.

His caramel curls fell so delicately on top of his head as he savoured every second of it. "James..." Instincts took in as you gripped his hair, the soft strands filling your palm as you bucked your hips into his face, making him groan into you– his voice vibrating against the soft supple of your skin.

He let go of your clit, looking up as your chest heaved heavily up and down under his touch "...let me make you feel good, hm?" His voice just above a whisper before he dove right back in, his lips returning to your clit as the tip of his fingers teased your clenching hole.

"Want your f-fingers..." The amount of pleasure James was giving you dawned on you as you felt dangerously close to your high, your back arching off the soft mattress. "...James p-please need your fin-" Your sentence was cut short as James shoved his middle and ring finger into you, stretching you out as you clamped down his fingers.

You couldn't hold it back anymore, the intense sense of his lips sucking on your clit and the curved angle of his fingers thrusting inside you pushed you to the edge.

The grip you had on his hair tightens as you bucked your hips up into his face, your walls clenching around his fingers as you let go of the burning knot in the pit of your stomach– coating his fingers in your juices as he slowed his thrust– letting you ride your high on his face.

"Morning poppet, I know that was good but 'm not done with you yet..."