Patience
A/N: I just wanted to try smut in the 秒 person.
He takes 你 由 surprise every time, though you'd think you'd have learned to expect it 由 now.
你 got married straight out of Hogwarts, hopelessly in 爱情 as 你 were, and moved into a one-bedroom flat overlooking Diagon Alley. In the few months since your graduation, you've managed to christen just about every spot in the flat (and some around it too), but still he manages to take 你 由 surprise when he sneaks up behind 你 like this, sliding his warm hands under your 衬衫 to rest on your stomach. Not that it always happens in that way - that would be much too boring and predictable for the great James Potter - but as you're currently cooking at the small counter in the equally small kitchen, it is convenient.
"Hey," he whispers, his warm breath tickling your ear in a delightful manner.
"Hey," 你 reply in that breathy voice 你 reserve strictly for situations like this one.
One of his hands traces small circles on your stomach as the other one moves to remove the 抹刀, 锅铲 from your hands, and 你 shiver. He leans down to press a 吻乐队（Kiss） on your neck, his lips gone almost before they got there. His hand, successful in its de-spatulafying mission, returns to your stomach, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.
"Are 你 sure 你 need this?" he asks petulantly, like a child told he must wear his Sunday best to church. "Shirts are so pointless, 你 know."
你 chuckle. "Then what are 你 waiting for?" The 衬衫 is off in the blink of an eye. He runs his hands through your long hair once, then deposits it over one shoulder, safely out of the way, before moving down to cup a single breast, so chaste through your bra. 你 know the game and you're desperate to play it, but he seems to want to go slow; he doesn't react to the way your breath catches in your throat at the slight contact, merely keeps on softly fiddling with that one breast. 你 let him have his way for a few seconds, but his teasing is torture and almost of its own accord your hand drifts up, intending to remove your bra.
"Uh-uh," he chides, his free hand fastening around your wrist and bringing it down. "Patience, young grasshopper." However, he does remove his other hand from your breast long enough to remove the offending garment. His hand goes back. His fingers are cold, and 你 moan slightly as he pinches your nipple. "Better?" he asks, and 你 can but sigh.
He switches his ministrations to your other breast eventually, a fact that you're grateful for, as soon 你 would have resorted to doing the job yourself. As it is, you're beginning to get impatient with the way his attention is focused solely on your breasts, with an occasional suck at the pressure point on your neck; 你 can feel yourself getting wet, beginning to throb. 你 need more.
It's no time for waiting, 你 decide as 你 turn around and 吻乐队（Kiss） your husband fiercely, pulling his bottom lip into your mouth, all the while relieving him of his smart white dress shirt. His small sound of pleasure is intertwined with his surprise, but he regains control quickly. "No, no," he says, "you're ruining my plan." 你 sigh. He always has a plan... Some work better than others. Some of them you'd found 你 enjoyed, like the one where he tied each of your limbs to a separate bedpost and spent hours having his wicked way with you, exploring every nook and cranny of your body. But what was to be his plan this time?
As if in answer to 你 question, he kisses 你 once 更多 and turns 你 around again, your bare back cold against his equally bare, warm chest. His fingers pass 由 your breasts quickly, tweaking each now-hard nipple once, and ghost their way down your ribs to where your pants block his access.
"This was much easier when we were at Hogwarts," he 说 with a laugh. "Those uniform skirts of yours were much 更多 convenient in situations like these." As he spoke, his deft fingers undid the button, and now he shimmies the pants down your legs as if he's done it a hundred times - which, let's be honest, he has. 你 cooperate, stepping out of the worn blue jeans as they fall around your ankles, and one of 你 kicks them to the side. 你 don't register which one of 你 it was, because his fingers have started stroking 你 through the thin cotton of your underwear, and 你 can't concentrate on anything else. 你 want to just get rid of the silly things, but it would undoubtedly go against his plan. "James?" 你 say, sighing in pleasure and anticipation.
"Mhmm?"
"Don't stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he says as he finally tugs your underwear down, not even caring whether it gets stuck halfway. And yet he still doesn't enter you, doesn't grant 你 the sensation you're aching for. Instead, he very slowly runs one finger down your slit, making 你 tremble and whimper. That one long finger goes back the way it came, and comes up again, and each movement pulls another moan from your mouth.
His efforts have considerably weakened your knees, as is understandable, and as his finger continues its back-and-forth voyage 你 realise that you're not so much standing any 更多 as leaning against him - against his erection, as it were, and 你 realise this is something 你 can use to your advantage. 你 go down the traditional route first, grabbing his hand where its situated between your thighs, trying to make him insert those delectable fingers into her core and release her instead of merely teasing and hinting at the things he could do, but he laughs and shakes his head as his hands refuse to budge.
"You mustn't come yet, Lily. Have patience."
You'd known this would happen, and that's why 你 have your plan B. Slowly, very slowly, 你 inch your hands behind 你 until 你 manage to grab hold of his swollen cock through his pants. "Can we stop playing now, James?" 你 ask.
"Only if 你 ask me very nicely," he replies, still managing to keep up the motion of his fingers.
"Fine," 你 mutter. You'll only deign to do this because he's not giving 你 any corner and it's honestly torture; 你 haven't been properly fucked for so long and it feels like you'll implode if he doesn't do something soon. And so 你 resort to begging. "James Potter, sexiest man on Earth, fuck my slutty cunt with your huge cock now 或者 I swear to Merlin I'll crucify your ass," 你 say between gasps. He loves his dirty talk, James does, but you're only going to last so long before 你 let go of his erection and start riding your own fingers, so great is your need to come.
"Most certainly," he 回复 cheerfully, and in a single fluid motion he turns 你 and lifts 你 onto the counter. His pants are off in seconds, and he kisses 你 deeply, tongues clashing, before thrusting inside you. 你 moan loudly; this is what you've been waiting for since 'hey'. 你 buck your hips, digging your fingers into his shoulders, begging for more. He complies, all thoughts of plans forgotten as he thrusts again and again, almost frantically, and 你 cry out as he hits your sweet spot. 你 feel a tell-tale clench, and almost too soon you're pulsing around him, gasping his name at the same time as he yells out "Merlin, Lily, yes!" as your hands 移动 down to stroke his balls and he comes only 秒 behind you.
Tired and content, 你 hook your legs around him to bring him closer and lean your head on his shoulder.
"You know what, James?"
"Hmm?"
"I 爱情 you."
A/N: I just wanted to try smut in the 秒 person.
He takes 你 由 surprise every time, though you'd think you'd have learned to expect it 由 now.
你 got married straight out of Hogwarts, hopelessly in 爱情 as 你 were, and moved into a one-bedroom flat overlooking Diagon Alley. In the few months since your graduation, you've managed to christen just about every spot in the flat (and some around it too), but still he manages to take 你 由 surprise when he sneaks up behind 你 like this, sliding his warm hands under your 衬衫 to rest on your stomach. Not that it always happens in that way - that would be much too boring and predictable for the great James Potter - but as you're currently cooking at the small counter in the equally small kitchen, it is convenient.
"Hey," he whispers, his warm breath tickling your ear in a delightful manner.
"Hey," 你 reply in that breathy voice 你 reserve strictly for situations like this one.
One of his hands traces small circles on your stomach as the other one moves to remove the 抹刀, 锅铲 from your hands, and 你 shiver. He leans down to press a 吻乐队（Kiss） on your neck, his lips gone almost before they got there. His hand, successful in its de-spatulafying mission, returns to your stomach, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.
"Are 你 sure 你 need this?" he asks petulantly, like a child told he must wear his Sunday best to church. "Shirts are so pointless, 你 know."
你 chuckle. "Then what are 你 waiting for?" The 衬衫 is off in the blink of an eye. He runs his hands through your long hair once, then deposits it over one shoulder, safely out of the way, before moving down to cup a single breast, so chaste through your bra. 你 know the game and you're desperate to play it, but he seems to want to go slow; he doesn't react to the way your breath catches in your throat at the slight contact, merely keeps on softly fiddling with that one breast. 你 let him have his way for a few seconds, but his teasing is torture and almost of its own accord your hand drifts up, intending to remove your bra.
"Uh-uh," he chides, his free hand fastening around your wrist and bringing it down. "Patience, young grasshopper." However, he does remove his other hand from your breast long enough to remove the offending garment. His hand goes back. His fingers are cold, and 你 moan slightly as he pinches your nipple. "Better?" he asks, and 你 can but sigh.
He switches his ministrations to your other breast eventually, a fact that you're grateful for, as soon 你 would have resorted to doing the job yourself. As it is, you're beginning to get impatient with the way his attention is focused solely on your breasts, with an occasional suck at the pressure point on your neck; 你 can feel yourself getting wet, beginning to throb. 你 need more.
It's no time for waiting, 你 decide as 你 turn around and 吻乐队（Kiss） your husband fiercely, pulling his bottom lip into your mouth, all the while relieving him of his smart white dress shirt. His small sound of pleasure is intertwined with his surprise, but he regains control quickly. "No, no," he says, "you're ruining my plan." 你 sigh. He always has a plan... Some work better than others. Some of them you'd found 你 enjoyed, like the one where he tied each of your limbs to a separate bedpost and spent hours having his wicked way with you, exploring every nook and cranny of your body. But what was to be his plan this time?
As if in answer to 你 question, he kisses 你 once 更多 and turns 你 around again, your bare back cold against his equally bare, warm chest. His fingers pass 由 your breasts quickly, tweaking each now-hard nipple once, and ghost their way down your ribs to where your pants block his access.
"This was much easier when we were at Hogwarts," he 说 with a laugh. "Those uniform skirts of yours were much 更多 convenient in situations like these." As he spoke, his deft fingers undid the button, and now he shimmies the pants down your legs as if he's done it a hundred times - which, let's be honest, he has. 你 cooperate, stepping out of the worn blue jeans as they fall around your ankles, and one of 你 kicks them to the side. 你 don't register which one of 你 it was, because his fingers have started stroking 你 through the thin cotton of your underwear, and 你 can't concentrate on anything else. 你 want to just get rid of the silly things, but it would undoubtedly go against his plan. "James?" 你 say, sighing in pleasure and anticipation.
"Mhmm?"
"Don't stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he says as he finally tugs your underwear down, not even caring whether it gets stuck halfway. And yet he still doesn't enter you, doesn't grant 你 the sensation you're aching for. Instead, he very slowly runs one finger down your slit, making 你 tremble and whimper. That one long finger goes back the way it came, and comes up again, and each movement pulls another moan from your mouth.
His efforts have considerably weakened your knees, as is understandable, and as his finger continues its back-and-forth voyage 你 realise that you're not so much standing any 更多 as leaning against him - against his erection, as it were, and 你 realise this is something 你 can use to your advantage. 你 go down the traditional route first, grabbing his hand where its situated between your thighs, trying to make him insert those delectable fingers into her core and release her instead of merely teasing and hinting at the things he could do, but he laughs and shakes his head as his hands refuse to budge.
"You mustn't come yet, Lily. Have patience."
You'd known this would happen, and that's why 你 have your plan B. Slowly, very slowly, 你 inch your hands behind 你 until 你 manage to grab hold of his swollen cock through his pants. "Can we stop playing now, James?" 你 ask.
"Only if 你 ask me very nicely," he replies, still managing to keep up the motion of his fingers.
"Fine," 你 mutter. You'll only deign to do this because he's not giving 你 any corner and it's honestly torture; 你 haven't been properly fucked for so long and it feels like you'll implode if he doesn't do something soon. And so 你 resort to begging. "James Potter, sexiest man on Earth, fuck my slutty cunt with your huge cock now 或者 I swear to Merlin I'll crucify your ass," 你 say between gasps. He loves his dirty talk, James does, but you're only going to last so long before 你 let go of his erection and start riding your own fingers, so great is your need to come.
"Most certainly," he 回复 cheerfully, and in a single fluid motion he turns 你 and lifts 你 onto the counter. His pants are off in seconds, and he kisses 你 deeply, tongues clashing, before thrusting inside you. 你 moan loudly; this is what you've been waiting for since 'hey'. 你 buck your hips, digging your fingers into his shoulders, begging for more. He complies, all thoughts of plans forgotten as he thrusts again and again, almost frantically, and 你 cry out as he hits your sweet spot. 你 feel a tell-tale clench, and almost too soon you're pulsing around him, gasping his name at the same time as he yells out "Merlin, Lily, yes!" as your hands 移动 down to stroke his balls and he comes only 秒 behind you.
Tired and content, 你 hook your legs around him to bring him closer and lean your head on his shoulder.
"You know what, James?"
"Hmm?"
"I 爱情 you."
