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christmas eve
persistent ex! zhao yufan x reader
strapped bf! james x reader
date night gone wrong
his stupid bunny | pervy bf! james
until morning... | toxic ex-boyfriend! james x hopelessly inlove! reader
badboy! james zhao x reader [ pt. 1 ]
badboy! james zhao x reader [ pt. 2 ]
badboy! james zhao x reader [ pt. 3 ]
steamy shower sex
cigarettes | bestfriends! james zhao x reader
3am in the studio | sexting!
james' hands | requested
step bro! james zhao x reader
request! bsf! james zhao x reader | him tugging her pants innocently
vampire
requested! bsf! james zhao x virgin! reader | he takes ur virginity
its complicated! bsf! james zhao x fem reader
kpop idol! bsf! james zhao x normie! bsf! reader
threesome! james x soft! reader x niki (enha)
sub! virgin! james x experienced! fem reader
live-in bf! james x live-in gf! reader
supportive bf! james x overachiever! burnt out gf! fem reader
frustrated bf! james x bratty gf! reader | spanking!
eugh, it literally says âPUT YOUR PHONE DOWNâ literally embarassing cortis straight up. like i get it u can take couple of vids for some memories and for the insta but damn đđ enjoy the concert! have some fun! jump and sing! dance!! the fuck, MAKE THE DAMN MOSH PIT đ¤đ¤đ¤
i hope theyd come to our country soon huhu i hate this (saving up for some vip tix though)
pairing : bf! james zhao x horny gf! fem! reader
content warning : smut, mdni, 18+ content, established relationship, very horny and needy reader, strict boyfriend! james, no contact, just humping, no penetration
word count : 2,913 words 16,849 characters
"just two lovebirds waiting for marriage âËęŠď˝Ąâď¸"
you and james were ridiculously in love.
five dates and that's all it took before he asked you to be his girlfriend, and of course you said yes. the first kiss you had with him was still lingering on your lips, soft and almost shy. but after that, you couldn't keep your hands off each otherâŚ
you two made out everywhere. the photobooth at the mall, curtains pulled shut, his hands on your waist while the flash went off. the back corner of the movie theater, his fingers tangled in your hair, your heart pounding so loud you swore people could hear. on his couch after movie nights, bodies tangled together, kissing until you were both breathless and dizzy.
you always cuddled after movie nights always, with his strong arms around you, drawing lazy circles on your hip, your cheek on his chest listening to his heartbeat slow down. jamesie would kiss your forehead, your temple, the corner of your mouth, murmuring how beautiful you were, how much he adores you.
and you adored him too. god, you wanted him.
you learned exactly where to touch james. the spot behind his ear that made him shiver, the way he groaned when you bit his lip just right. his hands knew you just as well, slipping under your shirt, spanning your waist, pulling you closer.Â
but the two of you always stopped. james always reminded you about the conversation you two had about sex. no sex before marriage. you both agreed on it, wanted it, believed in it. but sometimes, when you were deep in it with his mouth hot on your neck, his body pressed flush against yours, your heart hammering in your ears⌠you'd feel yourself spiral, arousal pooling in your panties without him noticing, your hips moving on their own, seeking friction, seeking more.
and james always noticed that, every little squirm his girlfriend makes. then he'd pull back suddenly, breathing hard, his eyes dark and glassy. he'd seal the makeout session with one hasty, chaste kiss on your lips and it was almost businesslike, then james would roll onto his back, staring at the ceiling, hands folded over his chest like he was trying to hold himself together.
then thereâs you, feeling the rejection sink in slow and sharp despite everything. you were the one who suggested waiting in the first place, and you were the one who wanted this. james was just doing his job, honoring the promise, being good.
but god, in those moments, you hated him for it a little.
hate wasn't right, but moreof you hated yourself because of it. hated how your body betrayed what your mind wanted, hated that you made him responsible for stopping when you clearly couldn't.
last night was no different.
you were on his bed after watching a movie, the tv screen was the only lights on, his mouth on yours like he was drowning and you were his air. it was one of that kind of kisses, hungry and desparate, it had been building for weeks. the tension, the wanting, the way you both went closer to the edge every time. his hands were under your shirt, rough and warm, and you were arching into him, breath coming in short gasps, your body speaking louder than your mind.
you reached for his belt. your fingers fumbled, clumsy with need, and you felt james freeze.
james pulled back, his hand tight caught your wrist, you saw it in his eyes before he even said anything â that same strict resolve, that same wall.
âbaby, didnât we already talked about this before?â
you kept reaching anyway, all because your body was on fire. your pussy was screaming for him, and you almost didn't care about the promise, didn't care about the waiting, you just wanted him now. was it because it was making you so horny? because the neediness was enough for you to forget your morals.
james suddenly flips you down to the bed, your back hits the mattress, breath knocked out of you. and for a second, you almost thought you had him. you arch up, offering, begging without words. but james lets go and pushes off you, and you felt the cold rush in where his warmth was.Â
you watch disappointedly as he grabs the blankets, then suddenly he's wrapping you with it, a cocoon of fleece and cotton, your arms pinned to your sides, your legs bound together. he tucks the edges under you like he's swaddling a baby, like you're something to be contained, protected from yourself.
âbad. horny girlfriend.â james tches at you playfully. you stare up at him with begging eyes, arousal still thrumming painful and unmet between your legs. you can't touch him like this, can't reach for him, can't tempt him or yourself.
he presses one hard kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering, his breath shaky against your skin.
"nice try though." he murmurs, and turns off the light and sleeps on the other side of the bed. you lie there, wrapped up and furious and so turned on you could scream, listening to him settle on the other side of the bed, as far from you as the mattress allows.
the morning came and you successfully got off the tight cocoon that loosened throughout the night. you went to the kitchen to drink some water because apparently you were still angry and frustrated with last night. your body still hummed with unspent need, your skin too sensitive, your mind replaying the rejection on loop.
you stormed back to the bedroom and still found james sleeping comfortably like an angel. chest rising slow and steady, face soft and unguarded, one arm thrown over his head. he looked somehow peaceful and innocent, like he hadn't left you wound tight and desperate like a devil monster just hours before.
like a thief, you made your way to his sleeping form. you climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress beside his hips, and straddled his lap. you hovered there and began watching him breathe, feeling the heat of him through the thin fabric of his boxers, your sleep shorts doing nothing to hide how much you still wanted him.
you leaned down and planted the softest, faintest kisses all over his cute sleepy face. jamieâs temple, jamieâs cheekbone, jamieâs corner of his mouth, jamieâs jaw. all featherlight and barely there, the kind of kisses that felt like tiny secrets. you traced his features with your lips, mapping him in the gray morning light, your anger melting into something softer, something needier.
he stirred beneath you, eyelids fluttering with a sleepy hum vibrating in his chest. his hands found your hips instinctively, gripping loose and warm, still half-drowned in dreams.
"mm?" he mumbled dumbly, eyes still closed, tilting his face toward you like a flower seeking sun. "s' that you?"
you didn't answer, and just kept kissing him. teasing, never quite giving him the full thing. you felt him hardening beneath you, his body waking up faster than his mind, you rocked down just slightly and testing, seeking friction for the nth time. because thereâs nothing more mind challenging to men other than a morning wood where their adorable dumb brains still couldnât process things. jamesâ fingers half-awakedly tightened on your waist. his eyes opened a little more, dark and confused and still heavy with sleep. and when the realization hit, his jaw tightened.Â
his hands moved to your shoulders instead, gentle but firm, holding you back from leaning in again.
"hey." he said, voice rough with sleep. "i told you. we canât.â
âhuh? weâre not? who said anything about having sex?â
you feigned innocence, your voice dripping with artificial confusion, but then you couldn't help yourself. you let out a soft desperate whine and rolled your hips down, feeling the hard line of his erection straining against his boxers, pressing right against your flimsy, soaked panties.
and that friction made you both gasp.
james's fingers dug into your hips with his knuckles turning white, his whole body going rigid beneath you. "don't-!" he warned, but his voice cracked, betraying how close he was to the edge himself.
"don't what? donât do this?" you breathed, rocking again, slower this time, torturing yourself with the pressure. you leaned down until your lips brushed his ear, your voice dropping to a whisper that trembled with need. "don't feel how much you want me, jjami? don't you feel how wet i am for you?"
jamesâ chest heaved, his eyes squeezing shut like he could block out the temptation if he just didn't look. "you're playing dirty, my love." he gritted out.
"no i'm not." you countered, and there was real hurt in your voice now, vulnerability cracking through the seductive facade. "i just want you⌠and, i love you. why does loving you with my body have to be wrong?" you whined ever so reverently, and that whine went straight to his dick. you felt it twitch and it immediately poked your entrance, sending jolts of electrifying pleasure through your clothed core.
it made james groan so hard, his fingers dug crescent moons into your skin, his head falling back against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut as if he could somehow shut out the temptation.
"let me hump you, jamesssâŚ" you reasoned, your voice barely above a whisper, trembling with how badly you needed this. "let me hump you pleassee..." you begged your boyfriend, rolling your hips in a slow, teasing circle that made you both gasp.
james looked so strained, his jaw tight, his face flushed a deep crimson, pupils blown wide with lust. he stared up at you like you were both his salvation and his ruin, âyou really are so different when hornyâŚâ he whispered to himself, almost in awe, watching how your eyes had gone dark and hazy, how your lips were parted, swollen from his kisses.
then, with a shaky exhale that sounded like surrender, james gave in. "okay, fine baby." his voice was rough, gravelly, thick with arousal. "but we take turns to be fair, okay?" he asks, his thumbs stroking soothing patterns against your hip bones even as his body betrayed his eagerness, arching up into you. "your turn first. then mine."
you immediately nod, eager and trembling, your hands bracing against his bare chest, feeling his heart hammering beneath your palms. "yes, yes, okay." you rushed out, already shifting your weight, positioning yourself so that your aching center aligned perfectly with the hard ridge of him straining through his boxers.
"easyâŚ" james murmured, his hands guiding your hips, his touch gentle despite the tremor in his fingers. "go slow, okay? let me feel you."
you lowered yourself fully, pressing down until there was nothing between you but the thin layers of fabric, and the contact made you cry out, your head falling back, hair cascading down your shoulders. he was so hard, so hot, and the pressure against your clit was exquisite torture after weeks of denial.
"oh god!" you whimpered, grinding experimentally, a slow, deliberate roll that had sparks shooting up your spine. "james, you feel so good..." it was like a cry.
"shit-" he hissed, his hands moving to grip the sheets beside him, knuckles white, his whole body tense as he fought to stay still, to let you take what you needed. "that's it, baby. take your time⌠use me."
and you did. you set a rhythm, rocking against him in slow, sinuous movements, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. the friction was perfect, delicious, building that coil tight in your belly.Â
"this feels so nice-!" you panted, your hips moving faster now, chasing the release that had been denied to you for so long. "james! i'm so close already, iâi havenât even barely-!"
"let go." he encouraged, his voice strained, his hips bucking up to meet your movements, adding pressure exactly where you needed it. "i've got you. cum for me, sweetheart. cum on my cock."
his words sent you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you like a wave, your whole body seizing up as pleasure radiated from your core outward, a sticky substance blotched your whole panties. you cried out his name, grinding down hard against him as you rode out the aftershocks, your hips jerking involuntarily, seeking every last spark of sensation.Â
james watched you fall apart beneath his gaze, his eyes dark and worshipful, his chest heaving with restrained need. he held you steady as you trembled, his hands moving to stroke your back, your sides, anywhere he could touch, grounding you as you came back down.
"there you go, pretty." he murmured so supportively, pressing reverent kisses to your shoulder, your collarbone, your throat. "there's my girl. so beautiful when you let go."
you collapsed against him, boneless and panting, your cheek resting on his shoulder, your body still twitching with residual pleasure. but beneath you, he was still hard, still throbbing, his hips shifting restlessly, seeking friction you'd stopped giving.
"your turn." you whispered, your voice hoarse, and you felt him tense, his hands gripping your waist.
"we don't really have tooâ you seem tired already, baby." james stammered, ever the gentleman, even now.
"we always keep our promises." you interrupted, pushing yourself up on trembling arms, your eyes meeting his with a stubborn glint that made his breath hitch. "and you suggested it first."Â
james asks again, "you sure baby? that's what you want?" he asks, more like a warning, his voice dropping an octave, eyes darkening with something dangerous and hungry. wanting that freedom.
"yes, baby. keep your end of the promise." you said sternly so ironically.
"okay baby." james says unsurely, but then his expression shifted, resolve hardening into something feral. "but don't tell me i didn't warn ya."
james grunts and immediately switches places, his strength surprising as he flips you onto your back. he roughly rips your flimsy shorts into nothing, the fabric tearing like paper and sets his big dick free for the first time. it was all so fast that you didn't get to have a good look of it, but then james has his hard cock with precum inside your wet panties, his dick slipping in your slit like a hot dog in its bun, and starts to thrust without penetration so fast and so so needy.
"oh my god!" you gasped, your back arching off the mattress as the hot, heavy length of him dragged through your folds, the head of his cock catching on your clit with every desperate snap of his hips. james came in burning hot, steel wrapped in velvet, and dick so wet already, sliding easily through the mess you'd made, your arousal coating him, making every thrust filthy and slick.Â
and the skin of his dick, you can feel it in your clit and its exciting you so bad.
"shit- shit!" james curses, his forehead dropping to yours, his breathing ragged against your lips. "pussy feels so nice, so wet for me."
his hands braced on either side of your head, caging you as his hips working in a relentless rhythm that had you a moaning mess. the friction was different from you humping him earlier. this was more intense, more intimate, the bare heat of him against just barely against your most sensitive spots.Â
"feels good?" james gritted out, his voice unrecognizable, all restraint shattered as he rutted against you like an animal, chasing his release with single-minded desperation.Â
"ohh yes!" you moaned , your legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, urging him deeper, harder. "james, pleaseâ"
he adjusted his angle slightly, and suddenly the head of his cock always hits directly against your clit on every upward thrust, the pressure perfect, relentless, driving you rapidly toward the edge again. you could feel him twitching, swelling, the vein on the underside of his cock pulsing against your slit.
"gonna cum-" he warned, his hips stuttering, losing rhythm. "baby, i'm gonnaâ"
"p-please cum!" you begged, your nails scoring his back, your eyes rolling back as your own orgasm built again, coiling tight and hot in your belly. "cum on me, james. please put it in!"
with a guttural broken cry, james buried his face in your neck, his hips snapping forward one last time, holding there as he spilled over hot, painting your stomach, your panties, your throbbing core with his sticky white cum. the feeling of his dick pulsing, the heat of it, the desperate sounds he made against your throat. gosh, it was too much.
james collapsed on top of you, both of you trembling, sweating, panting into each other's mouths as the aftershocks slowly faded. james was heavy and warm and perfect, his heart hammering against yours, his lips pressing sloppy, reverent kisses to your jaw, your temple, and so much love against your skin.
"no baby. i will not cum inside. after marriage, okay?âÂ
content : smut, 18+ content, somno, sad stuff, angsty, mention of miscarraiges
word count : 1,898 words 10,569 characters
james and you had been already married for two years now, but your home was still painfully quiet. it wasn't because the two of you didn't want children, it was quite the opposite, you two really wanted to have one for so long now. you two spent the last two years trying, holding onto hope every month, only to have it ripped away twice. the two miscarriages had taken more from you than either of you knew how to put into words. after the second one, the grief settled heavier, it followed you everywhere.Â
a year ago, you left your corporate job, unable to keep pretending everything was fine while your world had quietly fallen apart. james never blamed you, never. if anything, he blamed himself for never knowing how to make the pain disappear.
around the same time, his career began taking off. he was promoted to partner at the law firm he'd spent years working toward, but the title came with endless hours, late nights, and a workload that seemed to grow by the day. the rhythm the two of you once had slowly disappeared without either of you noticing.
it had been months since you'd last been intimate. before everything happened, it wasn't unusual for the two of you to find comfort in each other after long days at work, laughing about difficult clients before collapsing into bed together.Â
you two used to fuck like rabbits after work.Â
now, whenever james reached for your hand or wrapped an arm around your waist, he couldn't ignore the hesitation that lingered beneath your smile. he started wondering if you were forcing yourself for his sake. and the last thing he wanted was for intimacy to become another burden you felt obligated to carry, another reminder of everything you'd lost. so, little by little, he stopped initiating altogether, convincing himself it was kinder this way.Â
james settled into the leather chair of his new corner office, the mahogany desk gleaming under the morning light filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. now being partner, the word still felt foreign on his tongue. his gaze drifted to the framed photo on his deskâyour wedding day. your radiant smile, the way youâd looked at him like he'd hung the moon, and he remembered those early months of marriage. it used to be filled with laughter, moans, the creak of the bedframe against the wall as you both explored each other with the hunger of newlyweds.Â
james would come home from the firm when he was still associate only to find you waiting, sometimes wearing nothing but one of his ties, or sometimes bent over the kitchen counter pretending to organize mail while presenting that perfect ass to him. and you two fucked everywhere. against the front door before it had fully closed, on the living room rug while some sitcom played unheard in the background, in the shower until the hot water ran out. james lost count of how many times he'd bent you over the desk in his house office, your skirt hiked up around your waist as he drove into you, watching your reflections in the darkened computer screen.
the memory itself made james hard, and it made him shift uncomfortably in his tight suit. he definitely missed the taste of your skin, the way youâd arch your back when he found that spot just below your ribs, the sound of his name gasped into his shoulder as youâd cum hard. james even wondered if youâd ever touched yourself anymore, if youâd think of him when you did. the thought was both painful and arousing.
he stood and adjusted himself, walking to the window to look down at the city below. he needed to fix this, needed to find his wife again beneath all the grief and so so much distance. tonight, he decided he'd cancel the dinner with the other senior partners, come home early with flowers and wine, and remind you both of what youâd been before everything went so gloomy.
james stood in the doorway, the bouquet of lilies wilting slightly in his grip, grocery bags heavy against his thighs. the smile he'd been wearing since he cancelled the senior partnersâ dinner faded, because he found the kitchen was spotless, the containers sat lined up on the counter, he set the flowers down next to the note and just stood there for a minute, listening to the refrigerator hum.
the note suggests that you already slept, he can reheat the food in the microwave.
he carried the bags to the kitchen and unpacked them quietly. the steak went into the fridge, the potatoes stayed in their paper bag, and he threw the flowers away because looking at them felt stupid now, embarrassing in a way he couldn't name. itâs been weeks since heâd reach you habitually going to bed first without waiting for him anymore.
the bedroom door was half-open. he could see your shape under the covers, turned away from his side of the bed. your breathing was deep and even, youâd hadn't waited up but itâs not like you knew anyways.Â
james sat on the edge of the mattress, still in his suit, and watched you sleep. you looked peaceful in a way you never were anymore when you were awake, when your eyes were open and tracking everything done wrong without meaning to. james wanted to wake you up, wanted to shake you gently and say i'm still here, we're still here, please look at me. but james didn't.
the mattress dips slightly as he sits on the edge, careful not to wake you. his breath is completely uneven, different from the controlled calm he wears during the day. there's hesitation in it, heâs now he's looking at your face, your hair, the curve of your shoulder under the thin strap of your camisole.
then the sheet moves, james pulls it down slowly, inch by inch, like he's afraid the fabric might rip if he rushes.Â
the cool air touches your calves, your thighs, your hips. his hands find the hem of your camisole, james lifts it over your head, your arms limp and cooperative in your sleep. the material catches on your breasts for a second before sliding free, and it made his breath completely hitch. james sets it aside with the same care he used to handle the sheet.
your underwear comes next, he hooks his fingers in the waistband and draws them down your legs, his knuckles grazing your skin. then his mouth starts at your ankle, lips barely there, just enough to make the hair on your arms stand up. james moves upward, pressing soft kisses to your shin, the inside of your knee, the stretch of your thigh.Â
completely devoted to his wife.
he hovers over you, one hand braced beside your head, the other tracing patterns on your stomach, your ribs, the underside of your breast. his lips find your collarbone, your throat, the spot below your ear that used to make you gasp. if only you were awake though.
his dick was so hard and insistent, pressing against your hip through his trousers. james wants to fuck you so bad but he knows that when he'd wake you up it'll be another argument or another breakdown, you turning away, pulling the sheets up, asking him what he's doing. worst, make him stop.
he doesn't even think of considering that.
so he unbuckles his belt and throws it on the bed, it doesn't make too much sound. he frees himself from his boxers and his shirt follows, discarded somewhere in the dark, and then he's naked above you, skin to skin, his cock heavy and hot where it rests against your thigh.
james pushes in slowly, inch by inch, watching your face for any sign or any flicker of your eyelids. you got wet from his fingers and your own traitorous arousal unconsciously. james groans, low in his chest, and buries his face in your neck.
"y/nâŚ" he whispers, not a question, and starts to move.
it's been so long. your body remembers even if you werenât consciously awake, your pussy aching to meet him, your walls sucking his dick deeper. his thrusts at first were steady, relentless, the bed creaking softly beneath you, and every inch of him, the stretch, the fullness, the way he hits that spot that he does so perfectly.
afterall, your husband definitely knows all your sweet spots. he had them memorized and tattooed on his brain.
in the dark you're just body, just warmth, just the arch of your back and the tilt of your hips meeting his. james kept fucking you in your sleep, his weight on top of you and his breath ragged in your ear. âi donât know why the heavens took our kids away, honey. a part of me hates and canât forgive they did that to us. they t-took our babies awayââ
his hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise tomorrow, it could be an evidence for you to realize but he didnât care. âa-and i know, babyâ *moans* i-it makes you s-so sad⌠iâm sad too⌠a-and seeing how sad it made you, i-it kills me.â
he takes what he needs, filling the hollow places grief has carved out, making you feel full even when youâre not aware, even when you know that when he pulls out the emptiness will rush back in twice as deep.Â
âi-i was thinking⌠we can adopt kids? w-would you like that? o-or we can start with a pet d-dog⌠or catâ fuck! your is pussy so goodââ
jamesâs rhythm stutters, loses its control. inside your gummy walls his dick swells, the tension coil tight in his shoulders, his back, his thighs. james cums so hard with a stifled cry, something strangled and raw that sounds like your name or maybe just a prayer, you wouldnât know though, but his hard dick pressing as deep as he can get, holding there while he shakes apart.Â
âf-fuck! fuck!â he pulses inside you, hot and desperate, each throb a confession, an apology, a promise he doesn't have words for. his weight collapses onto you, heavy and real, pinning you to the mattress, and he wrap his arms around you without thinking, holding you while he breathes hard against your collarbone.
for a moment, just a moment, the quiet house doesn't feel so empty anymore. his heartbeat pumps hard through his chest, thumping against yours. you suddenly felt suffocated by the tight embrace, only to find your husband inside you, his sweat on your skin, and the musky smell of his arousal and cum suddenly filling your nose. the room smells like sex and sleep and the faint bitterness of tears. you try to shift, to create space, but his arm tightens, pulling you back against him, and that's when you hear it⌠the small, broken sounds he's making, muffled into your hair.Â
he's crying. your husband, who hasn't cried in front of you since the second miscarriage, who holds everything inside until it poisons him. he flinches and ralizes you're awake. james just pulls you closer, still inside you, still connected, and you wrap your legs around him, your arms around his neck, and you hold each other while the sun comes up, two shattered people trying to remember how to be whole.
pairing : frustrated bf! james x bratty gf! reader
content warning : mdni, sexual content 18+, spanking, fingering, did not proofread
word count : 1,479 words 8,620 characters
your stomach pressed flush against james' muscular thighs as you rested your upper body on the bed, your lips forming a soft pout against his bedroom sheets. his fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down until they pooled around your knees, leaving you completely exposed, the cool air against your skin made you shiver, a fresh wave of embarrassment washing over you.
his large hands moved in slow circles over the full curves of your backside, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin where your thighs meet your rounded cheeks. james' grip tightened on your ass, his frustration palpable in the way his fingers dug into your soft skin. his body tensing beneath you as he remembered how his friends' eyes had devoured you earlier.
"they were practically tripping over themselves trying to get a better view," he continued, his voice dropping lower. "every time you bent over to grab something, the room went quiet. and don't think i didn't notice how martinâs eyes kept darting to your chest every time you moved."
you squirmed slightly, the memory making your face flush, you hadn't realized how transparent the thin cotton of james' shirt had become, especially with the cool air conditioning making your nipples pebble against the fabric.
"babeâŚ" you started, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder. "i didn't think.."
"nope." he cut you off, âyou didn't think. or maybe you did, and that's what worries me."
you knew you should feel guilty, but there was something thrilling about how affected his friends had been by you, and even more thrilling about how affected james was now.
"i told you i forgot, i was too distracteddddâŚ" you whined, drawing out the words in a pathetic attempt at innocence.
the excuse died on your lips as his hand came down in a sharp, stinging slap against your bare skin. a soft wince escaped you, more from shock than actual pain, a cute shade of pink was already blooming across the curve of your ass cheeks.
this position, bent over his lap like a naughty child, you'd never been spanked in your entire life. you were the spoiled little princess in your house, the one who got her way with a pout and a bat of your eyelashes. and being lectured and physically corrected like this was beyond you and something you werenât used to.
"distracted?" james's voice was low and deep, his hand rubbing the reddening skin he'd just spanked, his soothing touch and the lingering sting was confusing. "you weren't too distracted to notice their eyes on you, were you? i saw the little smirk when you dropped the controller and had to bend over to pick it up. let's see if this helps you remember next time," he murmured, raising his hand again.
"because the only man who gets to see you like this is me."
another sharp slap landed on your other cheek, making you jolt. the sting was worse this time, spreading like fire across your skin. you buried your face deeper into the mattress as you let out a muffled squeal, worried that a part of you was starting to enjoy this⌠the attention, the possessiveness in his touch, the way he was completely focused on scolding you.
"let's try that again," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "why were you wearing my shirt with no bra?"
"i⌠i was just watching movies in your room with your ipad," you mumbled into the sheets. "and i just went outside for snacksâŚ"
"mhmm," he responded dryly, "you think i enjoy watching my friends imagine what's under these clothes? imagining the sounds you make when i'm inside you?"
his words were crude but effective, making you clench involuntarily. james noticed, of course he noticed. a low chuckle vibrated through his chest.
"oh, you like that, don't you? like the thought of them wanting what's mine." his fingers slipped between your thighs, finding you already slick with arousal. "or maybe you're just enjoying the punishment. is that it, princess? you like being put in your place?"
you couldn't answer, too ashamed to admit he was right. instead, you just whimpered as his fingers teased you, circling but never giving you the friction your cunt desperately needed.
"answer me." james commanded, delivering another quick spank that made you gasp. "do you like being treated like the naughty little tease you are?"
"i-i'm not a desperate attention seeking whore-!" you managed to protest, your voice muffled by the bedding but laced with indignation.
james laughed, "no? then what do you call parading around in clothes that barely cover you, knowing damn well my friends would be watching?" his fingers tightened on your reddened flesh. "a desperate attention seeking tease, perhaps?"
his hand came down again, harder. the sharp crack was followed by your strangled cry. and again. and again. tears blurred your vision as the stinging heat built across your ass, each spank making you flinch and gasp.
"words, pretty. use your words," he demanded, his hand rubbing the fresh sting. "tell me what you are if not a whore seeking attention."
"i-i'm not a whore, james⌠i promise-!" you cried, tears now freely streaming down your cheeks. "i swear, i was just too engrossed in the movie i forgot what i was wearing-!"
james paused, his hand resting on your heated skin. "baby? youâre a smart pretty little thing. you are an organized perfect girl, always prim and proper. this doesn't feel like someone who forgot, princess. this feels like someone who enjoyed the attention."
before you could deny it, he delivered two quick, sharp spanks in succession, making you cry out. james couldnât help but bite his lips watching your ass turn completely red, each strike building on the last until you were squirming and sobbing over his lap.
"please!" you whimpered, not even sure what you were begging for anymore.
"please what?" james demanded, his warm hand stilling on your reddened cheeks. "please stop? or please make you understand that this body belongs to me? tell me what you want, pretty. tell me you understand why i had to do this."
"it's just a mistake!" you cried, the protest pathetic even to your own ears.
james growled in response, his free hand pressing down on the small of your back to hold you still as he spread your legs wider. without warning, he thrust three fingers deep inside you, stretching you suddenly and completely. your fingers clawed at the sheets, a raw wail tearing from your throat as your body spasmed around the intrusive thickness. he grunts at the view, pumping his fingers in and out of you with ruthless speed, with each curl of his fingertips against your sensitive walls made your vision blur.
"and this," he twisted his wrist, making you gasp, "is what happens when you pretend you don't love being looked at."
the wet sounds of your arousal filled the room, embarrassing proof of how your body was betraying your protests. his thumb found your clit, rubbing merciless circles as his fingers continued their punishing rhythm.
"look at you," james murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. "crying and begging, but soaking my hand like the desperate little attention seeker you claim you're not."
his words were humiliating, but his touch was devastating. the dual sensations of his fingers stretching you and his thumb working your sensitive bundle of nerves were overwhelming, building pressure deep inside you that you couldn't control.
"i-i won't do it again, i promise-!" you sobbed, the words barely coherent as your body betrayed you, rocking back to meet his thrusting fingers.
"oh, i know you won't." james growled, "because next time, i'll bend you over the couch right in front of them and let them see exactly who you belong to when i'm reminding you of your place."
his fingers curled inside you, finding that spot that made your whole body clench. a strangled moan escaped your lips, your promise dissolving into a helpless whimper. the pressure was building to an unbearable peak, each thrust of his fingers pushing you closer to the edge.
"that's itâŚ" he encouraged, his thumb pressing harder against your clit. "show me how sorry you are.â
âcum for me, pretty. show me who owns this sexy body."
the command was your undoing. with a sharp cry, you shattered, your muscles clamping down around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed over you. it was intense and overwhelming, leaving you trembling and breathless across his lap.
james didn't stop, drawing out your orgasm until you were completely spent, a sobbing, pliant mess beneath his hands. only then did he slowly withdraw his fingers, leaving you feeling achingly empty.
"good girl." he murmured, his hand now gently stroking your back. "oh? and i meant every word i said."
pairing : supportive bf! james x overachiever! burnt out gf! fem reader
content warning : mdni, 18+ content, unprotected sex, this fic is basically for all the burnout girlies there (like me)
word count : 2,217 words 12,510 characters
there was nothing james couldn't handle, except your peak season of uni.
midterms, especially when they overlapped with club activities, were always his biggest nightmare. everything seemed to pile up at once, leaving you buried under deadlines and responsibilities. and that worried him. you'd forget to eat properly, barely get enough sleep, and slowly shut everyone out whenever things got tough. james knew you hated being seen vulnerable, so instead of asking for help, you'd keep everything to yourself and carry the weight alone.
he was from the art and music department, so he couldn't fully understand what it was like to take a stem program. but he didn't need to experience it himself to know how difficult it was for you.
during those weeks, you'd only facetime him whenever everything became too much. you'd cry to him, but you'd never let him come over. whenever he planned a date to help take your mind off things, you'd immediately decline, saying you had meetings to attend or exams to review for.
and the only thing he could do was send food to your apartment. sometimes you'd thank him, but other times, when he finally got to see you again, he'd find the unopened containers still sitting on your counter, untouched for days.
without you noticing, james had somehow managed to steal your spare key. from then on, he'd quietly let himself into your apartment every now and then, always bringing food or making sure you'd at least taken a break. you appreciated it more than you let on.
but one night, he walked in at the worst possible time. you had just realized you'd made a major mistake while planning the club event, one that caused everything to be pushed back. papers were scattered all over the floor as you frantically searched through them, your hands shaking, your breathing uneven. the pressure finally became too much, and before you knew it, you were crying.
the front door clicked open.
"baby?" james called softly.
he stepped inside, only to freeze at the sight of you standing in the middle of the apartment, surrounded by papers, your face stained with tears as you desperately tried to pull yourself back together.
"babe... james! what the hell are you doing here right now?" you snapped, hastily wiping at your tears. james froze by the doorway, a plastic bag of your favorite snacks dangling from one hand. the small smile he'd walked in with disappeared the second he saw the state you were in.
"i..." he looked between the papers scattered across the floor and your trembling hands. "i just wanted to check on you."
"you can't just come in whenever you want!" you raised your voice, frustration spilling over. "i'm busy!"
his grip on the bag tightened. "i know. i just thought maybe you hadn't eaten yet."
"i don't care about food right now!" the words came out harsher than you intended. james didn't argue back. he simply stood there, worry written all over his face, still clutching the snacks he'd bought just for you.
the moment the words left your mouth, you covered your face as another sob escaped you. you quickly turned your back to him not wanting him to see you like this. you already felt terrible over the mistake you'd made and now you felt even worse for taking it out on your sweetest boyfriend who only wanted to take care of you.
james' chest tightened, seeing you break down like this never got any easier. without saying a word, he carefully set the bag of snacks on the counter before walking over to you. he gently wrapped an arm around your waist, effortlessly lifting you up into his embrace despite your weak protests, then carried you to the bed and sat you down.
you buried your face in your hands, your shoulders shaking with every quiet sob as james brushed your hair away from your face, his hand slowly stroking the top of your head.
"it's okay," he whispered. "i'll pick these up, okay?"
his eyes drifted to the papers scattered across the floor before returning to you.
"now tell me what happened."
james held you close from behind, spooning you beneath the blankets. his arms were wrapped so tightly around you that you almost felt suffocated, but deep down, it felt like he was trying to shield you from every bit of pain you were carrying. every now and then, he'd press the softest kisses against your forehead, your temple, your tear-stained cheeks, silently reminding you that he was there.
between shaky breaths, you told him everything. the mistake that delayed the club event, how guilty you felt for overlooking something so avoidable, the pressure of leading your team, and the constant stress of balancing it all with your classes.
and james listened without interrupting, gently rubbing circles against your arm.
"you can talk to your team about it," he murmured. "ask for their help. you don't have to do everything by yourself, y/n."
he kissed your cheek again before pulling you impossibly closer.
"and you already studied for your chemistry exam weeks ago." another kiss. "please don't overthink the results, okay?"
his hand found yours beneath the blanket, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"you've been carrying everyone else for so long. let someone carry you for a little while."
"but i'm the leader," you protested quietly. "if they make a mistake, it's my mistake too."
james let out a small sigh, resting his forehead against the back of your head.
"being the leader doesn't mean you have to carry everything alone," he said softly. "you're allowed to lean on people too, y/n. your team isn't there to watch you shoulder everything. they're there because they want to help."
james' voice was barely above a whisper as he brushed another kiss against your damp cheek.
"i really think that's something you need to work on. you always convince yourself that asking for help is a burden, but it's not."
he rested his chin on your shoulder, holding you just as tightly as before.
"let your team be there for you." another kiss. "let your friends be there for you."
his hand intertwined with yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"...and let me be here for you, hmm? you don't always have to be the strong one. you deserve someone to lean on too."
he shifted, his movements fluid and deliberate as he carefully rolled you beneath him, propping himself up on his elbows so he wouldn't crush you. in the dim light of your bedside lamp, his eyes were impossibly soft, filled with a tenderness that made your chest ache.
james lowered his head, but not to your lips. instead, he pressed his mouth gently to the corner of your eye, his tongue darting out to taste the salt of your tears. he moved to your other eye, repeating the gesture, his breath warm against your cooling skin.Â
"you can't seem to stop crying about it, baby..." he mutters, his voice a low, intimate rumble against your ear.Â
his thumb gently sweeps away a fresh tear from the corner of your eye, tracing the damp path it leaves down your temple. "i really wish i could strip all the pain away from you, baby." his voice cracks slightly on the last word, a rare glimpse of his own helplessness in the face of your suffering.
his lips brush against the sensitive shell of your ear, and then he nips at the soft lobe, a sharp, grounding sensation that makes you gasp. "but right now..." he pulls back just enough to look at you, his gaze dark and intense, roaming over every tear-streaked inch of your face. "you look so pretty and beautiful crying. how is that possible?"
there's a genuine awe in his voice, a fascinated reverence. his eyes trace the swollen, pink curve of your lips, the way your lashes clump together in dark spikes, the flushed, blotchy patches on your cheeks that he finds inexplicably endearing.
james kisses you like he's trying to memorize the taste.Â
it's slow, almost lazy, his lips a soft, firm pressure against yours. he doesn't rush, just takes his time, his tongue sweeping in to taste you with such intensity that steals your breath. much less of a kiss and more deliberate claiming.
he makes quick work of your shorts, yanking them down your legs and sending them flying across the room. he doesn't even bother with your sweater, too desperate to feel your skin. his mouth never leaves yours as he shoves his own sweats down just enough to free himself. with one hand gripping your hip, he lines himself up and presses the hot, bare tip of his cock against your dry core, a guttural groan vibrating in his chest.
you could feel him ripping you open, the sharp, unprepared stretch making a raw cry catch in your throat. you were still unaroused, every thrust was a fresh burning friction that made more tears spill over, hot and useless.Â
he distracted you with messy desperate kisses, his words a low and frantic murmur against your lips. "shh, baby, it's okay, i've got you," he panted, the promises sounding hollow even to his own ears. "just let me in, just let me take care of you, it'll all be okay, i promise..."
you knew words were never enough to soothe the worries clawing at your chest right now. you didn't need empty promises, someone telling you things they weren't sure of. but the desperation in james, the frantic way he was moving, like he was trying to fuck that feeling right out of you... it was doing something else.Â
it was oddly comforting.
his dry thrusts made you wince, each one a sharp unwelcome friction, but he was so desperate to make you wet. his hand snaked between your bodies, his fingers fumbling and urgent as he rubbed against your clit. it was almost clumsy in its haste, but the sheer need in his touch was undeniable. james was trying so hard to fix this, to make you feel good, to make you feel anything other than stress.Â
and in that frantic, clumsy effort, you felt a sliver of his own anxiety, a mirror to your own. it was the most honest thing he'd done for you.
"james, please... it hurts," you whined, your voice small and tight.
his rhythm didn't falter. "i know it hurts, pretty," he panted against your neck, his breath hot and frantic. "but you have to overcome it. it's the only thing that will help you overcome this..." his mind clearly miles away, tangled up in your problems and not pertaining the tearing pain in your walls. he was trying to fuck you into a solution, to burn out your anxiety with a fire of his own making.Â
after a few more rough thrusts, the tearing pain begins to lessen, replaced by a slick, building heat that spreads through your core. a soft gasp escapes your lips as your body finally starts to feel the pleasure. you cling to james soooo much, your nails digging into the firm muscle of his back, the discomfort melts away and it starts to feel amazing. each roll of his hips sends a new wave of pleasure through you, and you arch into him, meeting his desperate rhythm with your own newfound need.
"james!" you gasp, the sound sharp and breathless. it earns a deep, guttural groan from him, his hips stuttering for a beat before he slams into you even harder.
"fuck, moan like that.â he growls, his voice a low, predatory rumble against your ear. "makes me wanna fill you up with my cum."
"nooo james..." you whined, breath hitching as he drove deeper, "p-pull out."
but he was already shaking his head against your neck, hips stuttering with how close he was. your hands pushed at his shoulders but there was no real force behind it, fingers curling instead of shoving. "whyyy nottt?" he groans, voice wrecked, "just... fuck, just feel it. itâs gonna make you feel so goodâŚ"
"wait," you gasp, but you're clinging to him now, legs locked, meeting his thrusts with your own.
"iâm-!â
too late. james buries himself to the hilt with a broken, guttural sound, his dick pulsing hot and thick cum inside you. the sudden fullness sends you over the edge too, whimpering his name as your orgasm crashes through you, melting every tense muscle into liquid heat.
james collapses on top of you, both of you trembling, sweat-slicked and breathing hard. after a moment, he shifts his weight but doesn't pull out, staying nestled there while he brushes damp hair from your face.
"one more round, please baby?" james breathes against your jaw, still buried deep and throbbing. you can feel the mess he already made, cum smearing everywhere each time either of you shifts.Â
his hips give this tiny, involuntary roll and you feel it.
the way his cum pools around where he's stretching you, making everything filthy and wet and sooo messy.
âc'mon," james whines, voice all gravel and need, "let me fuck the shit outta you, so you wonât feel soo terrible anymoreâŚâ
@kiswritting | his no. 1 slave
dear readers, can u believe that author-nim hadn't had a bf before? (she is a perverted virgin) but im js so obsessed with this james bf agenda
pairing : live-in bf! james x live-in gf! reader
content warning : 18+ content, mdni, unprotected sex, comfy sex, baby-trapping, did not proofread
word count : 1,336 words 7,542 characters
james had been your first boyfriend, and he had been such a total sweetheart to you from the very beginning. james was patient, thoughtful, and endlessly supportive, he always made sure you felt loved in the little ways that he could. both of you were college students, studying different majors, and quite frankly, broke as hell. the two of you lived together in an apartment, living off with cheap takeout, late-night study sessions, and long walks instead of expensive dates had become your normal, yet neither of you ever seemed to mind.
though james came from a very comfortable background, he had been sent to the states for his studies and chose to live frugally despite it. he rarely touched the money his family sent unless he absolutely had to, determined to prove he could make it on his own. meanwhile, you were a very smart girl who had earned generous scholarships through years of hard work. every tuition bill you didn't have to worry about felt like another step toward the future you had always dreamed of.
but whatâs important was you had each other, shared ambitions, and the absolute faith that one day, all the sacrifices would be worth it.
together.
it's been two years since you first met him during your freshman year, and one year since the two of you started living together as sophomores. living together often felt like the two of you were like playing house. sharing a tiny apartment, splitting grocery bills, arguing over whose turn it was to do the dishes, and falling asleep side by side after exhausting days of classes. it was messy, imperfect, and far from glamorous, but it was yours, and you wouldn't have traded it for anything.
and james, on top of it all, made it a bearable experience. he had a way of turning even the most terrible days into something you'd look back on fondly.Â
like he was already your husband, always looking after you like he was your wife. but you thought everything was perfect, you thought james was the best thing that had ever happened to you.
the apartment was quiet except for the creak of the bed frame and your breath hitching in your throat. soft droplets of rain come cascading down your bedroom windows, creating little tappy comforting sounds. james was pounding behind you, fingers digging into your hips hard enough, his thumbs stroking possessive bruises into your skin like he was making sure you wonât slip away any second.
"you're so good to me," he whispered, with his hips rolling slow and deliberate. "you know that? no one's ever been this good to me."
you hummed, your face planted down the pillows of your own bed, your back arching up to meet his pelvis. he felt perfect, that patient rhythm that built and built until you were trembling beneath him.Â
now he was inside you bare for the first time, the heat of him was appalling. his dick felt slick and fever-hot without the latex barrier. you could feel every vein, every twitch, the way his thick pudgy tip dragged against your walls with each thrust.
james had worn you down for weeks, begging between kisses, whispering how good it would be to do it without the condoms, until you finally gave in. you told yourself it was a gift for him, something special after the brutal semester you'd both survived, but the truth was you wanted it too, wanted to know what he actually felt like.
"right thereâŚ" he grunts, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your shoulder, snapping his hips to hit that tender spot deep inside, the one that made your legs shake and your moans spill out helpless, guttural. "fuck, can you feel that, pretty? can you feel me?"
you nodded so compliantly, gasping, nails clawing at the sheets. âi do⌠i doo..â
he felt enormous like this, raw and entirely too much, his tip nudging that sensitive patch of flesh that had you seeing white, your walls clenching around him instinctively, trying to keep him there, keep him deep.
"that's itâŚ" he pants quietly, grinding against you, his pubic bone pressing rough and deliberate where you were swollen and aching. "take it, prettyyy. take all of me."
you loved how whispery this was, it was going on so perfectly with the contrast of his burning body against the chill in the room. the sheets beneath you were soft and fluffy, the cheap comforter you'd bought together enveloping you as he rutted into you harder.
and the sounds⌠the wet slap of skin on skin, the obscene squelch of him sliding in your pussy, the creak of the mattress, the ragged exhale he couldn't quite suppress when he bottomed out. you bit your lip to keep from crying out, your cold nose buried in the pillows.
"gonna take care of you, prettyâŚ" he breathed against your neck, teeth grazing just hard enough to mark.Â
"always⌠forever." the air thickened with his promise, with jamesâ teeth on your neck immediately sent a jolt straight to your core. his movements grew more frantic, less controlled, a desperate need for release.Â
james now fills the small room along with his ragged breathing.Â
you could feel the tension coiling in his thighs, the way his muscles tightened as he drove into you, chasing that final peak. the hand on your hip moved, tracing lazy circles on your lower back, a soothing touch that made you melt into the mattress.Â
"you like how this feels?" he murmured, his voice a low, teasing rumble that vibrated through your entire body. "tell me."
ây-yes, james. this feels niceâŚâ he chuckled softly, a warm, satisfied sound that made your heart flutter.
"yeah, that's what i thought," he breathed, nipping gently at your earlobe. "makes you stupid. doesnât it, pretty?"
his words sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, and you clenched around him, a silent, affirmative answer. he groaned at the feeling, his hips stuttering for just a second before finding their rhythm again.
"fuck, you're gonna make me lose it." he whispered, his voice strained now, the teasing edge replaced by raw need.
but you couldn't see his face, couldn't see the way his eyes, usually so full of warmth, were now dead as he watched his dick impaled on your creamy pussy. you couldn't see the slight downward curve of his lips, and the most selfish desire in his heart right now.
james just loves you so much, and what other way can he make sure that youâll never leave him?
is getting you pregnant too much to ask?
you did tell him you really loved him.
his rhythm grew sloppy, his hips losing their steady roll in favor of sharp, jerky thrusts. you could feel the change, the way his body tensed, a telltale sign you knew so well. you pushed back against him, a silent invitation, trusting him completely.Â
the sound of your ânoâ played like a broken record in his brain as he felt his dick about to burst.
but this was the only way he thinks he can keep you, how he'd tie you to him forever, in a way thatâs for permanence. james is just so desperate to fill in this insecurity that one day, youâll probably leave him for someone better.
and heâd rather die than see that happen before his eyes.
"that's it, pretty, gonna fill you up." he ruins the whispery mood with that, his words sounding strained, almost pained. and one final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, a guttural groan torn from his chest as he pulsed inside you. the warmth of his cum flooding your unprotected cunt.
you collapsed onto the mattress, boneless and sated, feeling him soften inside you. he stayed there for a moment, a heavy, possessive weight, before slowly pulling out. you didn't see the way he watched his release leak from you, a flicker of cold satisfaction in his eyes before he laid down beside you, pulling you into his arms with a practiced tenderness that felt just like love.
@kiswritting | his no. 1 slave
i feel like i'll come back to this fic, i badly needed to write a gojo james fic soon.
