Hard Or Slow? (James Potter X Reader)

Hard or Slow? (James Potter x Reader)

Summary: James can’t help but tease (Y/N) when he overhears her study.

Pairing: James Potter x FemReader

Warnings: Language? I guess heated conversation?

A/N: I was playing around with a prompt generator and found this! Just a short idea that has not been proofread, so you’ve been warned 😂

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A loud groan erupted from across the common room, catching James’ attention. His eyes darted up from his parchment to look up, (Y/N)’s head was buried in her hands. Her eyes peered over her fingers and she looked down at a pile of text books scattered in front of her, “Ugh... fuck me.”

James Potter knew good and well that the girl was talking to no one in particular (well more accurately herself). She probably hadn’t even noticed his presence in the common room. It was a rare day that it was practically empty in the Gryffindor common room (except the two). Still, it was impossible for James to let the outburst of frustration go. “You want me to fuck you? Hard or soft? Fast or slow? Just tell me love, I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”

She looked up at her classmate across the room. She looked completely unamused. (Y/N) of course knew James. They were housemates and in the same year, it seemed logical that they were aware of each other and even had quite a few conversations. Still, she didn’t know if she found him a good enough companion to enjoy his teasing while she suffered. It was also common knowledge that James was obsessed with Lily. He talked a big game, but he probably wouldn’t know what to do if someone took him up on his jokes. “Hard and fast.”

James knew she was joking. She had to be, because obviously she was. However, her face looked dead serious. Somehow, he knew she was just calling him out on his bullshit... but something didn’t sit right with him about just backing down.

(Y/N) could see the wheels turning in his head. Finally finding a bit of amusement in the situation, she continued to tease him, “I thought I said fast, Potter?”

If (Y/N) hadn’t known that it was impossible to apparate within Hogwarts, she would’ve assumed that he’d just apparated onto the couch she was sitting on. His face was only inches away from hers, leaning closer almost like he was challenging her, “Not very patient are we love?”

(Y/N) felt her eyes involuntarily roll to the back of her head. Perhaps if she hadn’t been dreading her continued studies of charms she would’ve been more apt to just let him out of what he started, knowing he was just trying to prolong the inevitable. (Y/N) supposed if she (along with everyone else in the world) hadn’t known that James fancied Lily, then her ego would’ve taken a hit. Still, it wasn’t like she was directly pursuing him, obviously she was just trying to teach him a lesson about minding his own business. “Just tell me love, I’ll do whatever you ask. Don’t offer James if you’re not capable of delivering.”

Whether it was his pride or his hormones, or perhaps a bit of both, James grabbed hold of her face and pulled her into a hard kiss. (Y/N) was a bit shocked that he had actually followed through, but now that his lips were against hers, the ball was back in her court and she’d be damned if she’d be the one to back down now. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she grabbed hold of the front of his robes pulling him on top of her whenever she fell backwards onto the cushions of the couch.

James Potter felt like he was caught in a whirlwind. Only a few minutes ago he was using a clever joke that he always used when presented with the opportunity... now, if he played his cards right he might have a chance to actually follow through. Merlin, Sirius would never believe this (James halfway didn’t). He steadied himself by grabbing hold of the back of the couch and the cushion beside her head, and once he had his balance one hand drifted to her hip. James had almost completely forgotten where they were when he heard someone clear their throat.

“I hate to interrupt, but what the hell?” Sirius’ voice, made James shoot up and pull himself into a sitting position. It was an automatic response, though he wasn’t sure why.

(Y/N) propped herself up on the back of her elbows, and laughed at his appearance. Glasses slightly askew and lips swollen (she doubted she was in much of a position to judge).

“Complained all day about me getting detention. Gotta work on the map later, I’ll have to do all this myself! Working hard I see?” Sirius’ impression of James made (Y/N) laugh more, though James didn’t seem nearly as amused being interrupted.

“Not nearly hard enough.” She teased, earning a laugh from Sirius and a “hmph” from James.

“We’ll continue this later.”

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Not me sitting at the dinner table listening to my mum berate my brother's professor's for the same things my professors did to me at that age, the only difference being that I came sobbing to her and she didn't say anything.

Sirius, seeing Remus with his parents: Is that Moony taking care of people?

James: Yeah. Don't laugh when they call him responsible. They don't know why that's hilarious.

His Plan | Peter Parker

masterlist found here

pairing - Peter x reader word count - 3,514 warnings - I guess FFH spoilers lowkey A/N - 

summary - You’re far too shy to tell Peter how you feel about him. You always have been. He’s shy about it too, but decides to bite the bullet and confess a couple things to you on the school trip to Europe. His plan doesn’t, however, account for you feeling the same.

To say you didn’t exactly like high school was a bit of an understatement.

Under the dictionary definition of loner, it said: see (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

For most of middle school, you were unbothered by it, but then your freshman, sophomore, and junior years passed, and you were over it. At that point, you were so close to the end, everyone already had their friends. If you tried to squeeze into a group, you’d just be intruding.

Not that there were many groups you wanted to be a part of anyway. There was only one. It wasn’t exactly a group, per say, just a few people you observed from afar who seemed like cool people to hang out with.

Okay, maybe cool was pushing it.

To the rest of the school, kids like Michelle Jones, Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, and Betty Brant weren’t exactly cool. To you, though, they were exactly the kind of people you could see yourself spending time with. They didn’t all exactly hang out together. Obviously Peter and Ned were inseparable, but MJ and Betty were like background characters to their friendship’s main storyline. You would’ve done anything to be cast as an additional role.

The thing was, you didn’t know how to make friends. You hadn’t done it since elementary school, and you figured people were a lot harder to befriend now. You couldn’t exactly share a box of crayons and become immediate best friends in science class like you could in kindergarten.

When the school announced a small class trip to Europe, you were really eager to go. Even if you spent the whole time alone, who wouldn’t want to spend two weeks in Europe? And maybe, just maybe, you’d finally get the courage to talk to some people.

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