Marauders Imagines

May I? (James P.)

⚡mention of smut⚡

info: Y/N is a Ravenclaw in her 6th year (because Ravenclaws are easier to write for the Marauders era) who has a secret crush on her bestfriend, James. she's shorter than him and has medium length hair and hazel eyes

James has liked Y/N since 3rd year and always flirts with her but does it as a joke because he's scared Y/N won't accept his feelings

                                                             On With The Story

Third Person POV:

Y/N sighs and shakes her head for the 5th time in the past 10 minutes

''Gosh James, when will you stop with your cheesy pickup lines?'' she rolls her eyes jokingly and her bestfriend laughs

''never. I love making you blush.'' the Gryffindork grins

''yeah yeah whatever. don't you have better things to do than annoy me?'' she mumbles. ''I really don't know how we're friends''

James's lighthearted laughter escapes and Y/N glances at him and smiles. She's liked James for a while now but then again, who hasn't? every girl in their year- heck every girl at Hogwarts who have eyes has liked him. He's very attractive and good with people. Not to mention his natural charm and-

''Ms L/N. Mr Potter. May I know what is so interesting that you have put my lesson second to your conversation?'' a stern voice breaks through, interrupting her thoughts

Y/N looks down, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment and says ''sorry Professor McGonagall, it won't happen again''

whereas James seems like he couldn't care less. the easy smile on his face as he toys with Y/N's sleeve makes it look like this isn't affecting him at all

''I'll let you off the hook this time since you're my brightest student but do take care.'' the professor says, glancing at James before turning around

James giggles mischievously as his hand slips from Y/N's sleeve to her fingers, spreading them and tapping her nails and what not.

Y/N was used to James always touching her. but right now she was a little mad

''do you have no shame?!'' she whisper yells, snatching away her hand and flipping a page of her Transfigurations book

''chill, it's fine. McGonagall didn't even do anything'' he reasons, once again taking her hand in his but intertwining their fingers this time 

Y/N was still annoyed yet she couldn't help but smile at the touch.

little did she know, other than James another pair of eyes were watching her. ones that were hungry for her. James notice and placed a soft kiss on her cheek, glaring at the other boy.

  Time Skip brought to you by: Is that really what my hair looks like from the back?!

Y/N's POV:

I lean over onto the railing of the astronomy tower, the cold air hitting my face and making my hair fly everywhere. The stars seem to dazzle brighter tonight.  It's a little cold and I'm only dressed in a black t-shirt and white jean shorts.

I sigh thinking back on the day. Yet another day gone by and I'm still nowhere close to telling James about my feelings for him. I think Remus knows though. But I trust him not to say anything

The sound of shoes clacking against concrete deters my attention. 

I turn around to..... well nothing actually. There's no one here. strang-

suddenly a hand grips my waist and I let out an earsplitting scream. another hand quickly slaps onto my mouth as panic rises in me. I make an attempt to break free but whoever's holding me has an iron strong grip

''sshhh'' hisses a voice. Then the cloak falls, revealing James. I sigh of relief until I catch his eye

his eyes are dark and narrow as they bore into mine. his gaze travels up and down my body, admiring my legs and moving back up to my chest until he meets my eyes. he just undressed me with his eyes. I'm shocked and well a tiny part of me is bursting with happiness. because James- my - 2  year - crush - Potter just checked me out.

he wets his lips with the tip of his tongue. Gosh even his tongue is perfect-

''James-?'' I whisper looking into his eyes, he's looking at me like he wants to devour me

''may I?'' he barely manages.

I can't believe he's asking for permission. I hate him for not doing it already and love him for being a gentleman. 

I nod, not sure if I will be able to hold on to my sanity if he doesn't kiss me right now

He does. he takes me to heaven. yes. James Potter is kissing me. James - FUCKING- Potter is kissing me right now. the kiss is slow but hot, like I'm a reward he's earned. he's savoring every second. his hand slowly moves from the side of my waist to wrapping around it and pulling me flush against his chest. another finds it's way into my hair, tugging softly.

he runs his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for entrance which I gladly give. his tongue enters my mouth, tasting every corner and dancing with my tongue like he's determined to swallow it.

after a minute I pull back, gasping for air, still flushed against him. we're so close I can feel his hard on poking the inside of my thigh slightly. my face is a deep shade of pink. and his hand still fisted in my hair. he lowers his face to my ear and whispers seductively 

''you taste like heaven'' I can feel his smile against my cheek. ''I'm gonna make you feel so good tonight, that it will physically hurt you to look at another man again.''

my breath hitches in my throat at his words.

''I'll make sure you never go near that Ravenclaw bastard again, let alone have your precious lips on him.''

fuck.

he saw us. 

''you saw?'' I whisper, trying to keep my voice calm.

''hmm, and I didn't like that he kissed you. you're mine, I hate when other guys flirt with you

''I didn't want to- he just did it''

''I know preciosa''

a gasp makes it's  way out of my throat, ''you can speak Spanish?''

he nods ''I can also do many other things that would make you gasp~''

I gulp as his hands leave my hair and waist to fidget with the button of my jeans. he unbuttons it and as he unzips the chain, his lips press lightly on my neck sending a shiver down my spine.

his hand travels up and slips beneath my shirt, ''now, be a good girl for me.'' he whispers and bites down on my neck.