Smuts - not my

Dilf James Potter

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This wasn't how it was supposed to go. It wasn't actually supposed to go. It was never meant to happen. It was meant to stay a fantasy in my head that I could play out during the night to help relieve some stress and a burning ache in my stomach only to finish and feel immensely guilty because this was one of my best friend's dads.
"So, how have you been?" He turned his body so he could face me as best as he could in the driver's seat and I saw the way his body was outlined under his shirt. I knew he played lots of Quidditch when he was younger and he was still an auror so he still had to keep fit.
"I've been fine," I shrugged, "the usual, I guess."
I was upset originally when I realised there wouldn't be room for all of us in the one car but then James had offered to take me and now we were sitting in his garage, the windows down and our seatbelts off as we waited for everyone else to come back after stopping for a few snacks.
I was scared it would be awkward with only the two of us, but James didn't have any trouble making conversation.
Until he blurted out, "do you have a boyfriend?" I almost gasped at the question. It was so straightforward. I must have looked dumbfounded because he explained why he asked. "I'm just wondering because you and Harry are so close and he doesn't tell me much and I wouldn't mind if you two were, you're such a good girl and-"
"Oh no, Harry and I aren't dating." I laughed and he smiled and I was glad the awkward air was gone. I couldn't help but let my mind linger on those two words. Good girl.
I looked up at him. His glasses were resting on the bump of his nose and even in his old age he had a strongly defined jawline even if it was hidden by small black hairs that he had let grow out. He was wearing a plain black cotton top that hugged his muscles and made my legs traitorously clench.
"No one else you're interested in?" I was trying to send him a mind signal. You. But that was wrong.
"No," I breathed out a laugh. I could have sworn I heard him mumble 'good' but I didn't ask. "No one my age interests me." I knew it was a bold statement. I knew looking him directly in the eye while I said it was brave. If I wasn't holding my hands in my lap I'm sure they would have been shaking. Even with the window's down I was near sweating. It was a hot summer day and I was only in a floral dress, the hem resting just below my thighs but a wave of heat had come over me and my body refused to calm down. We kept looking at each other. I wasn't going to be the first to look away.
"No one your age?" He raised an eyebrow at me and I was embarrassed of the effect it had on me. Being so close to him and having little control over my thoughts, it had made it hard for me to sit comfortably and I was ashamed that there was already an ache between my legs. It was all too easy for him and I didn't like that.
"No one my age." I confirmed, our eyes still focused on the other.
He was the first one to break eye contact. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Anyone not your age?" He didn't have his usual cheerful look on his face and it excited me.
"Maybe." I shrugged my shoulders and I could have sworn he groaned.
It's not like I wasn't of age. I'd been of age for almost two years and there was only a twenty something age gap between us. I told myself I was being stupid. I was acting stupid and James wasn't going to give up his whole life for my stupid actions.
He turned to look at me and I gave him the most innocent look I could muster.
"I like your dress." I saw his eyes glance down to where my hands were resting and my breath got caught in my throat. I wondered if he was trying to change the subject and get us out of this weird territory.
"Thank you," I mumbled, still trying to appear confident and maintain eye contact with him.
"It looks really nice on you." His voice was lower than usual and I found myself leaning in to him. It was like he was begging me to do it. Begging me to say the obvious answer. And when he didn't turn away, I said it.
"You should see how it looks off me." I was so close to him that even though my voice was barely above a whisper I knew he heard me. He closed his eyes and I heard his breath get caught in his throat. He kept them closed, seemingly contemplating something as I watched his eyebrows furrow. He took a deep breath and opened them.
"Is that an offer?" I was sure a fire had been lit inside of me. James Potter was staring at me lustfully and I didn't care how wrong it was. My wildest fantasies were coming true and I wasn't going to give them up. I would deal with the consequences later.
I was still looking up at him innocently and I nodded at him, hoping it would have an effect on him.
"No, I need to hear you say it. Tell me what you want me to do." I had never heard his voice so stern and I felt my legs clench together.
"I want you," I spoke slowly, pausing before I finished, "to fuck me." I looked down at his lips before looking back up and smirking.
Before I knew it his lips were on mine and I was reaching out to grab onto his face. My palms were in contact with his cheeks and his glasses were turned at a slight angle.
"You've convinced everyone you're so sweet and innocent," he pulled away and I wanted to pull him back, to keep the gap between us closed, but I wanted to hear what he had to say more, "but I always had a feeling that you were a naughty girl, and I was right, wasn't I?" He was looking down at me and I was sure that I was under his spell because all I could do was nod at him. "Answer me," he whispered and for some reason I did.
"Yes, you were right." He liked my answer and he smiled.
"Well," I took my hands away from his face and placed them in my lap when he pulled further away, "I don't like naughty girls, will you be a good girl for me, angel?"
I almost moaned at his words and I didn't even think before I answered. "I'll be your good girl." His grin got bigger and he brought his hand over to my face and gently stroked my cheek.
"Good," he paused, "just relax for me angel." My chest was heaving and I was looking up at him. I was tense but his words made me relax and I leant back against the seat. "Now I bet that if I pulled this pretty little dress up, you'd be soaked through your underwear, wouldn't you?" He dropped his hand so it was gripping the flesh on my thigh closest to him. My hands were still in my lap and I didn't want to tell him he was right. "Answer me."
"Yes."
"Yes?" He prompted.
"Yes, I'm soaked through." I turned away, suddenly embarrassed by it.
"Oh angel," he cooed, "all for me?" He gave my thigh a squeeze and I knew he'd want me to answer.
"All for you." He ran his fingers up my thigh.
I was breathing heavy and he stopped just where my dress ended.
"If you want me to stop, angel, just tell me and I can stop." I couldn't look at him. I always imagined this happening. I imagined being confident and making James work for it. I never imagined he would captivate me and reduce me to a mumbling mess.
"Don't stop." I looked up at him and he smiled.
"Good." He pushed my dress all the way up. "Can you hold this for me angel? I don't want it to get in the way." I held onto the end of my dress and held it up so my lower body was exposed. I was wearing baby pink knickers with flowers on them and I cursed myself for not wearing something sexier.
"These are gorgeous, angel." He was giggling and I was embarrassed and I couldn't look at him.
He had scooted over in his seat so he was closer to me and he ran a finger down my clothed centre making me shiver in my seat.
"So wet for me angel." He murmured and I whined when he did it again. "Can't believe I got you so worked up." He turned to look at me, a cocky grin on his face and I turned to look at him dumbfounded. I didn't know what to say. "Can I take these off angel? They're very cute but I want to see what's underneath." I nodded eagerly at him but he raised an eyebrow at me and I realised my mistake.
"Please take them off."
"Good girl," he hummed. He tucked his fingers under the waistband and I lifted my body from the seat so he could pull them down. He let them rest just below my knees and I watched him react as he saw what was underneath.
"Oh angel," he cooed, "you really are desperate for me, aren't you?" He ran a finger along my slit again and this time I couldn't help it.
"James, please," I whined.
"Please what?" He let his finger rest on my sensitive bundle of nerves and it took everything I had to stop my whole body from shaking.
"Please," I whined instead, "I want you to make me cum."
"Look at you," he smirked, "telling me exactly what you want like a good girl." I was already wet and he was rubbing circles with the pad of his finger and I couldn't help but moan. "Does that feel good, angel?"
"Feels good." I confirmed, resting my head on the seat and closing my eyes in ecstasy. I couldn't believe this was happening.
"Have you ever been touched like this angel?" I had. I had had sex many of times, but I had never felt as good as this.
"Yes, but it didn't feel as good as this."
"No one your age makes you feel this good." His movements were getting faster and my hips jolted towards his touch as he repeated the words I had told him earlier.
"No," I whined and he chuckled.
"Of course not," he chuckled, "you need someone older to make you feel good, someone with more experience." It was that comment that made my body tense. This was so wrong. This was my fantasy, sure, but this was with one of my best friend's dad. My best friend's dad who was married.
I wasn't sure how James knew that I needed a distraction, but he somehow did because I could suddenly feel his finger inside me and I clenched around it.
"Oh angel," he mumbled and I moaned, my mouth falling open as little noises escaped my lips. The thought of how wrong this is completely leaving my head.
"James," I moaned when he found a steady rhythm and when I opened my eyes and turned to him he was smirking at me. He added another finger and my hands clenched around the fabric of my dress.
"You're doing so good for me angel," he mumbled, his fingers keeping a steady pace, "sitting there, looking so pretty, making the most angelic noises." I whined and clenched my eyes shut. "I bet it wouldn't take much more for you to cum, would it?"
My body was hot and I couldn't form the words to tell him that I was close.
He picked up the pace and he leant at an awkward angle so he could continue rubbing at my clit to help me reach my high.
"Oh." My mouth fell open and I had never experienced such an intense wave of pleasure before. My hand reached out to grab at his wrist, balling the fabric of my dress into one hand. My fingers rested limpy around his wrist, but he kept his steady pace.
"I'm close," I finally moaned and he laughed.
"Of course you are angel," his voice was soft, "come on," I was moaning, my voice vibrating with the slight movement of my body from his pace, "cum on my fingers angel, be a good girl for me." I think it was his words that sent me over the edge. I squeezed his wrist and I wasn't sure if the fire that had been lit inside of me was put out or if more kindling was added.
"James, James, James," I chanted and I could hear him grunt. My eyes were squeezed shut but I knew he was watching my body coil and then uncoil. My hips bucking up to his touch before falling back in a slight spasm. My whole body losing control from the ecstasy his fingers had brought me.
"Good girl," he mumbled, letting me ride out my high. I was moaning softly now, letting the after waves go through my body as I started to relax.
My relaxation was short lived as I jolted when I heard the honk of another car.
They were back and I could see them getting out of the car.
"Shit." I wasn't sure who cursed but I suddenly felt empty as James' hand left my body and I reached down to put my knickers on. It felt uncomfortable but I didn't say anything.
"Thank you so much for driving me, and for," I paused, "you know." He was looking in his back mirror but he turned to me and smirked. I couldn't help myself and glanced down. There was a large bulge in his pants and my breath got caught in my throat.
"That's okay, I expect you'll pay me back?" He raised an eyebrow at me, knowing what I had seen and my whole body flushed.
"Yes." Was all I could mumble but he seemed satisfied with that.
"Good girl." He smirked over at me one more time before getting out of the car, giving me a second to catch my breath.
I got out of the car and Harry and everyone else was waiting for us. James stood behind the car so no one could see anything.
"I hope my dad wasn't too boring." I laughed nervously as the weight of what I had just done settled over me.
"I think I did a good job of entertaining her." Harry rolled his eyes and we all walked inside. I betrayed myself and looked back, making eye contact with James. He was running his thumb over his lip and he winked at me.
What had I done?