Harry potter character oneshots

The prank Pt2

"Yes James"
He leaned in, taking his time. The tension was thick in the room and he was moving so slow, y/n could feel her lips tingling with excitement. He lightly pecked her lips, pulling away to check her expression, before diving in for another. James was slow and firm with his kisses, lightly licking her lips, asking for permission to enter, which y/n happily obliged, as she kicked off her shoes. James was still towering over her, so she wrapped one arm around his leg, and held his hip bone with the other. James brought his other hand up to cup her cheek to keep her head craned up for easy access. He slowly lowered himself to her level, and pushed her back so he could climb on top her, all while taking his time. They stayed in this position for a while, until he felt the slight buck of y/n's hips under him. He pulled away "Oh, is that what you want, foxy?" He cocked his eyebrow at her. She nodded quickly. "If that's okay with y-" She squeaked. Before she could finish her statement, James was grinding hard onto her, feeling her muscles tense under him, as her legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his hips.

"You are so hot. With your glasses, and your fucking skirts." He growled into her mouth, gripping the back of her thighs tightly. "So fucking hot, Y/N" She moaned at his big hands grabbing her, painfully. He started sucking and biting at her lips, moving his was to her jaw, then neck, then chest. Each lovebite more intense then the last. She was in heaven. Moaning and tugging on his thick brown hair was all the encouragement he needed to keep going. He pulled up her shirt and quickly unfastened her bra, exposing her top half. She pushed his head farther down her body.

"Lower. Please go lower!" She pleaded, and he cupped his big and over her mouth, glaring up at her. " Don't tell me what to do. I'm in charge here, got it?" She nodded her head in agreement and shut her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy each second of this. James continued sucking and biting on every inch of her chest, making a trail of love bites down her stomach.

He got to the skirt he already declared his love for, kissing her sweet spot through the cloth, and sliding his hands up and down her thighs, then grabbing the band of the red and black skirt, ripping it from her body. all that was left of her once intact wardrobe was a sweater, her underwear and her knee high socks, which she was sure he would take off. However, he flipped her on her stomach which buried her face in a pillow, and pulled her waist up so her ass was sticking straight up at him, covered in a thin pink material. He pulled the thin cloth to the side, leaning forward, and lightly sucking the spot she needed him most. She let out a light moan into the pillow, gripping it harder with her fists. James brought his hand up and began thrusting his middle and ring fingers slowly inside her, pulling his lips away and kissing a sweet kiss into the bottom of her spine. He began going harder and harder until y/n was coming undone in his grip. He then pulled away, leaving her alone on the bed, as he grabbed a condom from the trunk. He then aligned himself with her, and pulled her hair so she was forced on her hands and knees. "I'm going to fuck you now, dear." He whispered into her ear. "Fuck, James. It's all I want." Y/N cried. He quickly pushed himself inside her, wrapping his hand that was tangled in her hair around her throat and his free hand gripped her hip hard. Y/N was a moaning mess, drool dripping from her extended tongue and onto James' pillow below. Her back was bent in such a way that her chest was buried into the bed, but her ass and throat were being forced into angles that hurt so bad but felt so good. She could feel every inch of James and he went deep inside her, and with every thrust, he tightened his grip on her hip and throat. "Fuck Y/N. You feel so fucking good. If only you could see how much of a fucking slut you are." He moaned out. Those words caused her to finally let go of the orgasm she was holding onto. Her body shook with pleasure, yet James did not let up his ruthless pounding. If anything, her sensitivity made him go harder and faster, if possible. He pulled out of her, flipping her on her back and pounder deep into her, chasing his orgasm, his hand still tight around her neck. Finally, his orgasm couldn't be contained and he came with a moan of her name. He let go of her neck, and kissed the spot where he most definitely left a bruise or two. Y/N was shaking from her pleasure and was half asleep by the time James came down from his high. He helped her into a pair of his plaid pajama pants and positioned her in a comfortable spot in his bed.

"What the fuck did I just walk into?" Peter called out, watching as James tossed out the used condom by the pile of discarded clothes on the floor of the shared dorm.
"Am I the only one here not getting laid?"