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🍒 aleksander!martin x emma!f!reader, not exactly true to the manga but ib by veil heavily!, req by @marumaomao, fluff, profanity, smau

listen to: just the two of us

iro's notes: i actually havent read the manga, the whole smau is based off of wtv bby mao told me in my reqs!!

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— ♯ CLOSE ISN’T CLOSE ENOUGH

⋆⭒˚ 요약 - now that you and james are finally a thing, he can show you just how freaked out he is.

warnings: 𝄞 smut w plot, freaky horny asf james, high sex drive, dry humping, sub-y down bad james, public foreplay, cumming in clothes, oral fixation, car smut, face sitting, mention of boobjob and foot job.

for more context and extra scenes this is based on ‘off the records’ my smau + narration.

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You should’ve taken it as a warning when James snuck in your room for the 3rd time that week.

He carefully closed the door behind him, hair messy in spikes like he’d been running his hand through it anxiously, and he looked down at you.

You were laying in your bed, fresh out of the shower working on a personal project you’d been keeping a secret from the members, your wet hair dripping in splotches on your notebook, blurring out words and leaving ink puddles.

James plopped down on your bed beside you, and the first thing he did was bury his face in your thigh in a child-like manner than made you smile.

“What’s wrong with you?” you stroked his hair, typing on your laptop with your free hand.

James didn’t answer, he let out a muffled sound, like he was suspecting you’d ask him to get off and was protesting, but you didn’t. You looked down at him, the glasses that had been perched on your nose drooping down its slope, and he wrapped both arms around your waist; you reached for the hair on his nape, nails grazing the skin there, scratching ever so lightly until he was purring like a cat.

“I missed you.” he said against your thigh, squeezing his arms tighter around your frame.

“I was right here, could’ve just knocked and came in.”

James shook his head, “Didn’t wanna bother my pretty girl.”

You chuckled, the nickname always sending warmth flooding your face.

It had been close to a month now since you both started ‘dating’ or whatever this was. You didn’t wanna put a label on it, you were both in love with each other, had been for the longest time, you didn’t see other people and spent all your free time together, which were the exact requirements to be a couple, but the term was too corny in your opinion. So you settled for this, late night snacks, a private -almost secret- relationship because of your choice of lifestyle, hang outs in your rooms because there was nowhere else you could actually go on dates, sneaking in his room in the middle of the night because you just couldn’t stop thinking about something he’d done to you with his hands.

And life was great, so far.

The only thing though, was that you’d noticed recently, something unveiling in him, like the weight of the relationship had unmasked his true self. James had always been pretty obsessed with you, touchy, needy, but this much you wouldn’t have imagined. There were days when he’d turn up in the changing rooms after practice or studio sessions with hooded eyes, pants too tight for his own good, he’d tell you about how he’d gotten hard in the middle of rehearsal because he thought about ‘the way your tits were bouncing last night when you were riding him’ or sometimes it was the sound of your exhausted pants after an intense workout. You felt like he just couldn’t get enough, of anything really. He always had his hands on you one way or another, whether it’d be your lower back, hands or shoulders, and when he’d feel a little wilder, your ass, grabbing a handful while no one was looking and squeezing like a manic.

He was obssesed with everything you did, go hard at the slightest brush of your hand and worshipped the very ground you walked on.

“You never bother me.” Lie.

He did bother you because you weren’t yourself anymore, you were pretty sure he had perverted you in the process, and you didnt mean that lightly, you felt like some sort of succubus, a sex demon he had created.

“Mmhh” he let out a satisfied sound at your thigh, lifting his head a bit so you could see his eyes. “Do you think i’m too clingy?”

You half chuckled half scoffed, surprise at his self-awareness.

“C’mon you know me James. If i thought you were too clingy you’d already be out the door.”

You saw him shrug, droopy eyes staring at you. He looked peaceful, tired even, like maybe just maybe he’d gotten enough for once. That was until he opened his mouth and spoke.

“Can i eat you out? You look tense. You look like you need to be ate out.”

You almost choked on your saliva, one eyebrow raising instinctively, because he looked genuinely concerned, “James… do you ever like… not wanna eat me out?”

He answered way too fast, “No” he perched his chin on your thigh, “i can’t stop. You taste so good and it’s all i can think about. But if you don’t want to it’s okay…”

Your frown turned into a small smile before you put the laptop down. His ears perked up like a puppy’s, and he straightened instantly like he was anticipating your every move. “What?”

James blinked, “Nothing”

You ditched the notebook, tossing it on your desk carelessly and sat back on the sheets, “Come here then, you said you wanted to eat me out?”

He immediately reached for you like he’d been waiting hours for an answer even thought it’d only been a few minutes.

“Thank you, thank you…” he repeated, hand wrapping around your calf in utter devotion.

The second his hands were on you, you laid back against the headboard, looking down at him like he was the best gift you’d ever received, and he truly was, to the core.

“Let me take care of you” he whispered against your knee, kissing his way up to your thighs like there was nowhere else he’d rather be than right there between your gorgeous legs.

Truth is, even he knew he was down bad. He’d started getting truly concerned when he found himself sporting hardons in public settings just because you were breathing next to him. He’d always taken the merit of being pretty composed and self controlled, but this was beyond crazy, you drove him mad, made his cock throb in his pants 24/7 like a goddamn teenager. He wanted you like a sickness, and he didn’t know how to be any less ‘chalant’ around you.

With you, his greed knew no bounds.

So he did what he did best, he settled in between your thighs, planting snow kisses up your legs until he was tugging at your cotton shorts with his teeth, looking effortlessly hot doing so. He loved being like that, being the only one who got to touch you there, lick you and make you come on his tongue, he quietly thanked you for letting him do that, and his tongue darted out, skimming the edges of your panties as he threw your shorts somewhere on the floor.

His thumb drew out, flicking the wet spot on your underwear, the fabric rubbing against your clit in an aching manner. Your hand found his face, stroking his cheek while his own hooked around your thighs, opening them up wider.

He wasted no time tugging your panties to the side, breath faltering on your soaked pussy, the air passing making you clench around nothing. He took a second, looking at your arousal with wide eyes, eyeing the way your walls fluttered responding to the emptiness you were feeling and his mouth moved by itself,

“Sit on my face, please.”

Your breath caught in your throat, jaw hanging open. This wasn’t the first time he’d asked, he found something extremely hot in letting you sit on his face, smothering him with your slickness, but everytime he said the words, you could feel yourself pulsing with need.

You lifted off the bed as he laid back and you straddled his chest, taking a moment to look down at him. “You’re the craziest man i’ve ever met.”

“Oh, cause you’ve met other men?” He smiled coyly, gripping both your thighs.

And whatever answer you were gonna give him died between your lips when he dragged you down on his mouth. You gasped at the sudden contact, your hand keeping your pantie out of the way while both of his were on your ass, pulling you close like he wanted to suffocate.

James was doing this for you but also for himself, he loved making you feel good and the satisfaction it brought him, but also something about you riding his face made his cock throb in his pants, your moans muffled with your hand making his hips lift off the bed. His tongue flicked and prodded, messy and desperate lapping up your slick like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted and when you started rocking your hips on his tongue, he buried his face in your pussy, sucking at your clit, his moans sending vibrations through your sensitive core. James looked up at you all through it, like he just couldn’t do anything without seeing you, his wide glassy eyes, puppy-like making your hips twitch on his face.

“Mmh James- fuck..” you bit down on your lip, hands on your breasts.

Seconds later, you had were propping yourself on his thighs, angling your hips so that his tongue was directly lapping at your clit, he helped your hips through their movement eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

You threw your head back at the sheer pleasure, and at the sound of your pleads, James’ hips twitched thrusting in the air with broken whimpers, he was a mess of your slick dripping down his chin, but he wanted more, he didn’t even see the point in breathing anymore.

Both his hands pushed you down to grind on his face, working you closer and closer to an embarrassingly fast orgasm.

The second his heavy lidded eyes looked up a you, glassy and drunk, pleading and burning with devotion, you lost it. Tension coiled in your lower belly, your hips grinding against his mouth while he made you feel beautiful with his gaze, and in seconds you were gasping, covering your mouth.

“i’m so close… fuck… james you’re so good… so good.” you said incoherently.

The pressure snapped and your orgasm rocked you beyond comprehension, his erratically twitching, his tongue continued lapping echoed by his groans, his own hips jumping off the bed, cock rubbing against the fabric of his sweatpants. Your body lapsed into convulsions and you bit down on your finger to muffle your noises.

Just when you started coming down, James pushed you down on his face again, “mmhh… another one… please.”

And how could you say no?

A week or so later, you found yourself at a celebratory party, this being the first time you were allowed to go out since your debut.

One of James’ friends was hosting a party at a private club where only people of the industry were allowed to attend, only you and James went, naturally, since you were the only two of-age.

You both ran into Ohyul and Ryul, stopping to chat with them for a bit. You could feel James’ hand on your back the whole time, not even bothering to be subtle, everyone inside your circle knew so it wasn’t that big of a deal but his possessiveness made something ugly churn in your stomach.

“yeah it’s insane out here, Louis’ already in a drama bro, he’s only 15.” Ryul shrugged, sipping on a cup of something you didn’t wanna know about.

“Yeah i heard, what happened?” you asked.

“He got caught talking to a girl, i mean bro wasn’t really slick about it to begin with.” Ohyul smirked, his silver rings catching the club lights with each movement. “I swear that kid is trying to end us.”

James chuckled, hand tightening on your lower back. “I mean - there’s never enough media training you can give a 15 year old.”

Ryul answered in a joking tone, “Nah, now that he’s the next big thing, he’s exploring. Somebody’s gotta stop him before he does some damage.”

After about 15 minutes of gossiping and catching up, you felt an impatient hand on your hip.

“If you don’t mind, we’re gonna go over there to grab some drinks. We’ll see you guys around.” James pulled you closer.

Ryul and Ohyul nodded, throwing peace signs before walking off in the direction of a group of people.

“You wanna drink something?” you gave him a smirk.

James’ eyes softened as he took in your smile and he kissed your temple, “yeah, what do you want my love?”

“Um… i’m thinking malibu and pineapple.”

He nodded, “Yes ma’am, coming right up.” before walking to the bar.

Exactly 4 minutes later, he was pressed up behind you in the packed dance floor, your head thrown back on his shoulder while you sipped on your cocktail. The room was hot, your skins sticky with sweat and alcohol, and there was nowhere else you’d rather be than close to him.

Jame’s hand resting on your hip drifted to your lower stomach, breath playing on your neck while he pulled you closer against his front. “You look so beautiful, i bet everyone wishes they were in my spot right now.”

“Shut your corny ass,” you chuckled.

Your eyes closed enjoying the loud bass thumping beneath your feet and James’ arm circled your waist to push you flush against him. As you danced, your ass pressed against him in ways he couldn’t explain, the alcohol making everything flow easily, you ground back on him, the crowd concealing each of your movements.

“Y/n…” he warned as he felt his pants instantly tighten.

He knew he was unbelievably easy for you, and you played right into it, sipping your cocktail innocently while your ass rubbed him.

“You’re so mean…” He left a sloppy kiss against your neck. “so so mean.”

You smiled, and at the sight, his hips thrusted against your ass, shameless. He hated that he was so weak for you, so hard already, and that you were in public so he couldn’t just bend you over and do as he pleased.

You played right into it, grinding back, your head thrown back exposing the slope of your neck which he worshipped so desperately. In that moment, the world narrowed to the space between you, his hips rolling hard and unabashedly, like he couldn’t care less that you were out. One of his hand slipped to grab at your ass, fighting not to pull your panties to the side and dip a finger in right then and there.

“Y/n… shit.” he said to the crook of your neck.

Jame’s hips slammed against your backside faster, pushing his covered length between your bare thighs with extra force. He was panting and huffing uncontrollably against your nape, starting to whine from how hot and trapped his cock felt.

“You’re so hard baby…” you whispered, not even shocked.

He was mildly thrilled about the fact that he couldn’t actually get off on you the way he so desperately wanted, and that no one knew he was about to cum in his pants in such a humiliating way from dry humping your ass. He could feel his pulse ringing in his ears with how much he was throbbing.

You took another sip of your drink, acting unbothered while bouncing back to squish your thighs together and rub against his girth with more pressure.

“Shit shit… y/n i can’t hold it baby.”

In seconds, he had his face buried in your neck, hips stilling and twitching as he came in his pants. James’ was a sticky mess, riding a high he couldn’t get off of, hands groping you frantically.

“You’re so evil.” he panted against your neck, his cock twitching with after shocks.

Minutes after, James dragged you out of the club, hand in yours as you both giggled like kids, running to the underground parking lot where the car he had borrowed was parked.

He quickly held the door for you to get inside and sat in the driver’s seat, pants ruined but mood up the roof.

You drove for a couple minutes in the suburbs, until you reached a calm little hill overlooking the city. You quickly leaned over the stick shift, unbuttoning his jeans like your life depended on it.

You wanted to spend time making him feel good too, because he did it most of the time - not that he minded- he just loved taking care of you. But now it was his turn. James lifted his hips and let his pants and messy boxers fall down, his cock already hard and soiled with his previous load.

You kitty-licked his tip, laving it clean while his hand hovered hazardously over your hair. You grabbed his wrist, planting his hand in your strands, giving him your consent for him to pull.

James let out the prettiest noises when you spent extra time toying with his balls, alternating between using your hand and tongue to massage each, while pumping him in your hand. His hips moved along, thrusting in your fist with want, but during all of this, his eyes were open and on you, silently worshipping.

“You’re so good at this baby, i can’t- fuck- cant think straight.”

He whined, still sensitive and hurting, but he was pulsing faster in your palm the moment your lips closed around his tip, sucking. His head threw back against the headrest, hand smacking against the car door as he whimpered, eyes adoring the sight of you. Your mouth was stuffed full of him now, throat constricting around him, you gave his balls the same attention and a little work up and down of your swollen lips got him fully worked up the tip of him hitting your tonsils.

“fuuuck…” James’ eyes rolled back, hand holding onto the headrest behind him, arching up until you were gagging around another one of his releases pouring down your throat. “god, fuck.”

He was gone now, slumped on the seat, chest moving wildly with rapid breaths. He was so down bad there was no escaping this.

Every single week that went by, James shocked you even more by his filthiness.

Not one time did you complain though. On the contrary…

Like that time after rehearsal, he came home horny and frustrated, got down on his knees and kissed your thighs, looking up at you like a mad-man. And he took your leg between slender fingers, your foot sliding to his lap. He spent minutes humping your foot, desperate for any sort of release, and like always - because he couldn’t think of himself only - he ate you out reverently.

Or the time he fucked your tits, the tip peeking from between your perky breasts as he thrust with abandon, he ended up coming like that, painting them with his release.

Or the time he fucked you, no - made love to you- in his bed while everyone was gone, hips rolling slowly, dragging deep inside of you while your walls fluttered around him. When he repeated over and over that he loved you, that you were his.

And especially not the time he sent you a video while you were in your bedroom and he in his. He was stroking himself to the thought of you while you were two rooms down the hallway.

There wasn’t one second when he bothered you, you could never complain, because he fulfilled each and every one of your fantasies, deepest secrets you’d kept guarded.