Something quick out of my hibernation since life has gotten busy! I hope you enjoy and thank you for all the support. My inbox is always open for thristing
He leaned back, watching the slow drip of his cum in your overstimulated pussy. It glistened in the dim light, your chest heaving with harsh breaths as you came down from the high he gave you. He smiled slightly at the tremor of your thighs, the twitch the muscle gave as his fingers ran along the side of it.
It was tempting to delve back in. To worship your pussy one last time before he had to leave. Another drip - falling slowly as you tried and failed to move. Your arms barely supporting you as you looked down at him. Eyes widening at the darkening look in his eyes.
You felt his fingers first, a slow timid drag through the mess of your folds. Smearing his cum around your pussy. You whimper, a sound so perfect he repeated his actions to hear it again. Neither of you said anything as he inserted his fingers in the whole, moving them with ease as he curved them against your soaked walls. He watched you tremor, shiver and whine at the pleasure.
Your hair becoming tangled as your writhed against the bed, both trying to escape from the pleasure and get closer. Your lips preparing a beg for more, your legs widening for him subconsciously.
He wouldn't deny you this, not when he wasn't sure if it would be his last chance. His cock already throbbing like it did in his teens. He heard his cum squelch around his cock as he entered. Your pussy more than ready to accommodate his size like you had done many times this night. He whispered a swear, a low groan following as he moved. Fucking his cum deeper inside you.
Your body folded, loose and willing for more of his seed as he fucked your harder. Faster than the last rounds, like he would be ripped away from you before he finished. Your felt his body onto of you, the scars underneath your fingers as your scratched new lines in his skin.
His scent invaded you, easing you into this comforting bliss as you held him close. You felt safe as your nerves ingnited as he pulled you into another orgasm. You barely felt his warmth spread throughout you as your eyes closed drifting into the bliss that was him. You knew you were safe as he kissed your temple, pulling you closer into his chest as he held you - still sitting snug inside your cunt.
I will be re-posting Silent Confessions parts 1-3 together as a whole work for easy reading, and so the two year project can hopefully have some cohesiviness. That stuff is lowk chopped 😭
James Sunderland x Police! AFAB! Reader CWs: MAJOR SPOILERS, Dead Dove/Do Not Eat, Guilt, Violence, Angst, Choking, Impact Play/Spanking, No Protection (wrap it before you tap it!!), P in V, Degradation, Mean Dom, Dubious Consent, Use of Force, Manhandling, Anger Issues, No Aftercare, MDNI (No Age, Get Blocked!)
AN: So... I know I never finished this a while back - I finally am back after a hell of a time studying, planning life events, and more. HOWEVER - it is here!!
divider by @cafekitsune
Her breath hitched as his fingers tightened again—not enough to cut off air, just enough to make her pulse throb under his grip. His lips brushed the shell of her ear, hot and mocking. "Or will you be good for me?"
She hated the way her body reacted—the way her thighs clenched, the damp heat pooling between them. His knee pressed higher, the rough fabric of his pants dragging against her, and she bit back a whimper.
James smirked, catching the way her pupils dilated. "That's what I thought." His free hand yanked at her belt, the leather snapping loose with a sharp tug. The sound echoed in the empty station, louder than the distant groans of the things outside.
She gasped when his palm landed on her bare thigh, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. "You don't get to judge me," he muttered, dragging her pants down just enough to expose her. The cold metal of the door seeped into her back, but his body was a furnace against her front.
Her breath came in shallow pants as his fingers traced her folds, already slick. "Pathetic," he breathed, circling her clit with cruel precision. "You're dripping for a monster."
She arched into his touch despite herself, her fisted hands in his jacket falling back to scrape at the door behind her. She was desperate for any purchase, anything that could be her salvation from this humiliation and harsh confrontation with their reality. "I—"
James shoved two fingers inside her without warning, curling them just enough to make her cry out. "You've done enough talking." His voice was a low growl. "Just take it."
He fucked her with his fingers, rough and relentless, his thumb pressing down on her clit in tight circles. Those thick fingers of his left her little hole stretched and begging for a break. Yet, there was no denying how that slight sting bled into pleasure much too quickly. Her hips jerked, chasing the friction, the pleasure coiling tight in her gut. She could feel him watching her—the way her lips parted, the way her chest heaved—and it only made her whimper, a pathetic attempt at being allowed to find her release.
James leaned in, his teeth grazing her neck. "You gonna cum?" he taunted, his fingers repeatedly stroking that spongy spot inside her, his fingers crooked just right. His thumb flicked precise circles over her clit, little gasps of air and moans slipping from her parted lips. "Gonna cum on my hand like some desperate slut?"
She couldn't hold back much longer, she could feel herself desperately clamping down on his fingers. Her body wanted more, to be filled, but for now... The orgasm ripped through her, her body clamping down around his fingers as she shuddered against him. James didn't let up, leaving her to squirm in his grip. James seemed to enjoy drawing it out until she was whimpering, oversensitive and shaking.
When he finally pulled his fingers free, they glistened with her climax. He held them up, letting her see before pressing them to her lips. "Clean them." Her tongue darted out, obedient, tasting herself on his skin. James watched, his gaze dark, before unbuckling his belt with rough, jerky movements
The sound of his zipper was deafening.
He didn't bother pushing her pants all the way off—just shoved them down far enough to free her hips. His cock was already hard, flushed and leaking as he lined himself up.
"Look at me," he ordered, gripping her chin hard enough to make the poor woman wince. However, she did and bit down on her lip in anticipation. James particularly growled at her obedience, her large hands dropping to her hips to eagerly encourage her to spread those legs of her...
God, what was he doing? But, God, who even cared? This woman was strong. She could handle his rough treatment. Jesus, just look at how she preened as his hands enveloped her hips and his fingers left behind bruises.
Her small hands were clinging to him, blunt nails digging into his shoulders as he snapped his hips forward. She hated him, but she loved this. Maybe this was what her personal hell was. Dripping on the cock of a murderer. Here he was, dragging his swollen tip through her wet folds. Her hole clenched around nothing as if begging for him to finally slip in.
A ragged moan fell from her lips as his tip brushed over her engorged clit. The muscles in her thighs jumped. How long had they been at this? It felt like an entirety despite it really having been a few minutes.
And James was lapping up every drop, burying his face against her neck to taste her. "Look at you," he growled out after nibbling a red mark onto her, "You're practically drooling. For me? For someone you thought was a monster?"
Whatever retort she had died on lips as James' hand snaked down to her cunt again. His large fingers splayed her lips further open around his cock. His thumb pressed down on her clit mercilessly, flicking it back and forth at an agonizingly slow pace. He ground against her, tip sliding back down her soaked pussy to tease her entrance. Whines were leaving her pathetic mouth. How amazing it was to hear it and how good it felt to have her tight pussy threatening to suck his cock in to bully her walls. He had missed this so much, needed this.
But no. She'd have to beg for it. James would wait. Make her ask this monster to fuck and fill her.
The officer was too lost in chasing the drag of his cock against her clit, the way he nearly fucked into her entrance a few times over. A part of her was basking in the teasing, knowing that the longer she held out, the greater the reward... but she knew she wouldn't be able to last much longer.
James seemed to share that understanding, his heavy cock slapping down harshly against her clit. She gasped, her half hooded eyes widening. Her brows knitted, her hips canting forward as she stuttered out a whimper. Wet slaps followed her whine immediately, his tip punishing her sensitive nub again.
"Are you mute now? Can you not speak?" The man gritted out the word. His patience was beginning to run thin just as much as the officer's as her hips squirmed and she fought to find refuge away from the overstimulation of the impacts.
Again and again, he abused her clit with his those slaps until her hips jumped with every single one. Something that bordered on a sob ripped from her throat once the teasing pleasure bit into an overstimulated pain. "P-please just," she sputtered, "fuck me already, James."
It was all he needed to hear. James thrust into her in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Her breath left her in a rush, her nails digging into his shoulders as he started to move.
There was no tenderness in it—just raw, punishing friction. Each snap of his hips drove her harder against the door, the impact rattling through her bones. She could feel him everywhere—the heat of his body, the way his breath hitched when she clenched around him, the way his fingers tightened on her thigh.
"Fuck," he groaned, his forehead dropping to hers. "You're so tight."
She didn't answer—couldn't. Moans, intelligible pleas, and gasps were all she could offer in return. The pleasure was building again, coiling low in her stomach.
James could sense it with how her pussy clamped down on him more and more. Her walls fluttered against his shaft, trying to find her release again. His hand slid between them, his thumb finding her clit again, a cry tumbling from her mouth. "Cum for me," he demanded, his voice rough. "Now."
She shattered, her body convulsing around him as another orgasm tore through her. James followed with a low groan, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside her.
For a moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing.
Then—
A distant scream echoed through the station, inhuman and guttural.
James pulled out slowly, his expression unreadable as he tucked himself back in. He didn't look at her as he adjusted her pants, his fingers brushing her thighs almost absently.
The officer swallowed, her throat dry.
Somewhere down the hall, a door creaked open.
James finally met her gaze, his eyes suddenly empty. "Let's go."
He turned and walked away, leaving her to clean up and follow. Hurt sparked in her eyes just as his cum slipped from her sore hole. Truly, this place was only meant to be her personal hell.
ahhhhhh, my first time making a character-inspired set ! thank you, Kisa for dropping the request. :’)))
I have a few more Wind Breaker sets that I wanna share with you all in the next little bit ( I’m behind on the manga, no one spoil me 🙇♀️ ! ), but for now, please have a lil Suou 🤍🥀
