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JAMES POTTER | HOW TO DRESS (FULL VER.)

EXCERPT. : “I don’t, at least, make you feel good?”

“No.”

He doesn’t respond, instead, he keeps you pressed against the wall and manoeuvres his face to rest beside your ear, his husky voice weakening your knees “Are you sure about that?” he snakes his hands around your waist to press his fingers into your lower back. Under his touch, you suppress a whimper of relief as his massaging motions ease some strain in your back.

LENGTH : 16.4k

TAGS : modern au ; muggle au ; fluff ; explicit ; porn with plot ; slight slow burn ; modern high society ; server/waitress reader ; server/waiter remus ; best friend remus ; co-worker remus ; supermodel sirius ; private island get-away ; overprotective euphemia ; slight lily evans slander imsorry! ; slight euphemia slander imsorryagain! ; mutual pining ; engagement ; disapproving mother-in-law trope ; slight wolfstar mentions ; aspiring businesswoman reader ; fluff to angst to smut to fluff again ; rich suitor x poor suitor trope ; arguments ; this was inspired by a dream i had of aaron taylor johnson...

CONTENT WARNING : dubious consent/CNC ; resisting ; dirty filthy talk ; creampies (plural) ; overstimulation ; oral (female receiving) body worship ; praise kink? ; p in v ; forced? ; reader secretly likes it ; animalistic imagery ; rough with sprinkles of softness in between ; multiple orgasms ; dry humping ; finger fucking (female receiving) ; tongue fucking/cunnilingus (female receiving) ; mirror ; soft james turned dark james ; semi-dark!james potter ; pregnation kink/breeding kink ; dom!james ; sub!reader ; unprotected sex ; slight cockwarming?

SHORT VER. (just smut)

“Are they not together anymore?” you whisper to Remus, a dear friend and close colleague, who shrugs and tries to focus back on his duties of attending to guests.

Under the romantic light of the chandeliers, you observe the handsome, upper-class brunette from afar. He was always quite striking and a suit fit him well; his broad shoulders were emphasised, wide and sturdy. It's been over a year, maybe even two years since you’ve last seen the man and his close friend attend such events, which was strange. What was even stranger was that the glasses-wearing hunk wasn’t accompanied by his usual date, a fiery redhead with the beauty of a nymph and glittering emerald eyes.

For many months, you admired the couple and the love that they had for each other. It was clear that the man adored her; he treated her sweetly and was always directing a charming smile at her, his cheeks dimpling most adorably. It had become a common occurrence for Remus to entertain your ramblings for wanting a fairytale romance like theirs, battling between your drive to achieve your dream career and equal desire for meeting the love of your life.

“You need to stop being so nosy,” the tall brunette avoids your question altogether and offers a kind, elegant smile when an attendee of the lavish soiree reaches for a champagne flute on his silver tray. Knowing you all too well, Remus cuts you off just as your lips part to protest — his tone never biting, just stern, “We’re on the clock right now… we can talk later,” you had no argument to go against him with. He was right. Remus was always right. With a nod, you continue to service the attendees of the evening party with finger food and champagne.

Nevertheless, throughout the night, you couldn’t take your eyes away from the once exuberant gentleman, who had captured your eye all those years ago. It was his charm and handsome smile that drew you in the first time, a charm and smile that was once only meant for his redheaded date. But now, your eyes lingered on him for the fact that his visage was absent of all those things — precious things that he looked terribly lonely without.

He stood out as a single, solitary silhouette in a sea of ladies and gentlemen, respectively clothed in grandiose dresses and elegant suits. Glimpses you’ve had of his stare, in passing, confirm your regretful suspicions. His warm, hazel eyes were now stone cold and his face was devoid of his warm smile.

It’s been almost two years already, and yet, he is still grieving the partner he had once attended such high society parties with. But was that really the case? A couple that looked so perfect for each other couldn’t have just split up so frigidly. Perhaps she was sick tonight… or was that wishful thinking on your part? You had romanticised their relationship in your head numerous times so your denial could stem from your want for their love to overcome all obstacles. Because if their bright, warm love couldn’t conquer all, what hope was there for you?...

Unable to shake your thoughts, you request an early break, hoping that Remus can find it in himself to forgive you when he finds out. Usually, the two of you took your breaks together but you were so distracted tonight, that you desperately needed to get away from it all. More so the stranger that you couldn’t get out of your head. Well… he wasn’t much of a stranger, really; you know his name, James Potter.

You know all the guests’ names as it’s required of every hired server, such that impeccable service is delivered every single time. However, you know James Potter in particular; he’s always been an interesting name and he brings about a different energy compared to the many other attendees of the soiree.

Most come from old money, generations of wealth and reputation upholding the many decorated names written in the guest books, the Blacks, the Gaunts, the Abbots, the Ollivanders, the Prewetts and many more. But the Potters were relatively new. It was rare for families built upon new money to be able to mingle with such established households, and the rarity of it encompassed the Potters with a very unique air. They weren’t born into wealth, it was all through the hard work of the Potter’s Patriarch, Fleamont. They weren’t born into such a life but they were definitely made for it; they fit right in but also garnered good attention, they were a new light that attracted the many ancient moths and spiders that were the old money of high society. Hence, try as you might, the Potters, especially James Potter, couldn't leave your mind.

This was unusual for you. Typically, the only thing that occupied your thoughts were your endeavours to achieve your dream career, that was why you took on so many jobs. You have the opening shift tomorrow at another job that you desperately need to make ends meet. The thought of having to wake up early for opening makes you groan aloud. At least you had this job. It was a saving grace, somewhat, because it allowed you to be around so many well-dressed people. Their fashion came from the very best designers out there, all luxury, and that was your dream — to be a part of it all, to dress up in fashionable pieces that were to be worn with elegance and poise, your reputation as an entrepreneur would be on the line but what a reputation it’ll be. Not only that but to have the freedom to do more with your time. You would wake up every morning and comfortably ponder on what you want to do that day. No stress, not angry bosses breathing down your neck, just you.

What a dream…

Regardless, that didn’t take away the fact that you have an early shift tomorrow. You let out another groan and collapsed against the balcony’s stone railing. What a life, forced to suffer before you could make your dreams come true. If you could make your dreams come true…

“That doesn’t sound promising…” a voice pipes up in the silent night, flowing from in between the light of twinkling stars and the pale, observant moon. You jump with a squeal of surprise, the dramatic flailing of your arms drawing out a peel of laughter from the man who was over on the other balcony. The event was hosted on a very architecturally lavish site and there were multiple balconies, some even right next to each other. But out of all the people tonight, to think you would end up eye to eye with James Potter, “sorry for scaring you,” he apologises but the cheeky smile on his lips doesn’t leave, nor does the twinkling mirth in his hazel eyes.

“Uh—” You didn’t know what to say, this was a man you had seen on many occasions, quietly observing him from afar — it felt surreal for him to be addressing you directly, “a-are you talking to me?”

He raises a brow, his look of amusement never leaving his handsome face, a charming curl of his dark hair catching your attention as it rests against his perfect forehead, “ah— no, my apologies. Yes, I’m actually talking to that tree over there,” he briefly points to a fir tree with his chin, which makes you cast a short glance at the towering giant of an evergreen.

Unable to stop yourself, you face him with an unamused frown and a blank stare, which elicits another giggle from the suited man. It was a refreshing sight, especially since he had been looking so depressed the entire night. You know that you should act professional but you liked seeing his smile again.

“Very interesting, I didn’t know trees could talk,” you counter smartly with your arms crossed and a raised brow.

The amusement in his eyes doesn’t leave, it’s quite infectious actually and you’re playing right along with him, “They’re great conversationalists,” without realising, the two of you walk to each other and begin to talk over the two balconies, your smiles never leaving your faces as you become fully immersed in conversation.

“Maybe I should go and find myself a tree friend too,”

“I highly recommend it,”

“Any species in particular?”

“Apple trees are always fun,”

“How so?”

“Well, if you’re nice they let you pick an apple of your choosing, and they’re always very charming,”

“I see, I see,”

The two of you bounce off each other like natural friends, conversing as if you weren’t from two different worlds, sharing laughter and quickly retelling your favourite personal stories to one another.

“You’re too far away,” James complains at one point. It makes you absently lean forward over the balcony rail to help aid his protest.

“Oh? Should I talk louder?” you ask, already speaking in an amplified voice. He doesn’t reply, instead, he moves to stand on top of the balcony railing before leaping over to the balcony you were on, rendering you speechless. You don’t know if you should shout at him for being reckless and endangering his life or cheer at his impressive stunt.

“No need,” James huffs, patting down his suit as he smirks at your shocked expression, “now we can talk more comfortably,”

“I don’t know if I should be impressed or angry at what you just did,” you were breathless despite not being the one to leap across balconies. Laughing aloud, James takes your hand and bends in half to kiss your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours.

“A pleasure to officially meet you, my fair lady,” he greets as a heat crawls up your neck to spread across your cheeks, “my name is James Potter,” you bite your tongue to keep from expressing that you already knew his name and politely reply with your self-introduction, instead.

You were severely reprimanded for going over your allotted break time that evening and you dreaded losing your job if it weren’t for James. Both you and Remus fully anticipated an email or phone call reaching your phone, trying to discuss your termination from the elite servicing company but, instead, you were surprised to receive an enthusiastic call. Your employer raved about your great work and happily dismissed your absence for most of the evening service. When you asked why, he explained everything, from how James Potter had asked you for help and that you went above and beyond to ensure his comfort and enjoyment for the night.

“I should be the one taking you out for coffee, not the other way around,” you laugh, smiling up at James, who grins widely. He isn’t as elegantly dressed as when he’s attending a soiree or gala but you’ll admit that the cable knit jumper and unkempt curls look much better on him. Rosy-cheeked and chap-lipped against the chill winter air, he was the picture of handsome.

“Nonsense, I wanted to get coffee for you,” with his breath visible in the air, he subtly admires you in your layers of clothing. Beside him, you’re bundled up warm and with a fashionable, cashmere scarf to wrap it all together.

“You’re sweet, thank you,”

The sincerity in your voice appears to draw out some of his shame, “I hope you don’t mind me swindling your phone number from your employer…”

He watches you shrug, your chin disappearing behind your scarf as you do so, “I got a free coffee from it so it’s no biggie,” you emphasise the statement by taking a sip of your drink all while squinting your eyes up at him mischievously.

James laughs, his breath materialising in the cold air as puffs of smoke, “you look like a little mouse!” The comment earns him a playful slap on the shoulder and, if it weren’t for his sharp reflexes, he'd have spilled his drink on the floor. He looks at you with playfully narrowed eyes to see that you’re pulling a guilty ‘I didn’t mean to do that’ face. For a moment, the two of you hold tense eye contact over what could’ve happened before erupting into peels of laughter.

It was an unexpected friendship but one that blossomed nonetheless.

With time, it was only natural for you to introduce James and Remus to one another, both being two amazing men in your life. And the meeting couldn’t have gone any more perfectly, they became friends as naturally as you and James did, which you couldn’t be happier about. In return, James introduced you to Sirius, his brother, not by blood, but his brother still. You’ve heard the story already, the vicious media always seemed to know everything, but it felt like an entirely different tale coming from James and Sirius themselves. Especially Sirius; your heart ached for him. It was clear, from the look in your eyes, that your heart broke for James’s pale-skinned, dark-haired, steel-eyed non-blood brother — and just when it seemed as though he couldn’t like you more.

“She was very sweet,” Sirius smiles as James nods enthusiastically. The two had just waved you off when James turned to Sirius for his verdict.

“Right?” James grins widely, “And she’s so easy to talk to,”

“Truly,” Sirius smiles and stuffs his hands into his pockets, “there wasn’t a single colour of judgement in her eyes the entire time we told her everything,” it was rare to find a person like that within their circles, “and she spoke with real sincerity too, she’s one of the good ones,”

“You should meet Remus as well! I’ll ask for him to join the next time we can hang out together,”

When the time came for your two best friends to meet, Remus and Sirius hit it off well, better than you initially expected as they were quite opposite in aesthetics; Sirius in his leather jacket and tattoos, and Remus in his cable knit sweater and faded scars. However, you were still grateful that they came together like coffee and cake. After becoming close friends, the four of you met regularly and even organised weekend getaways as a group. However, over time, those outings have slowly divulged into Sirius and Remus splitting off from you and James. The two planning getaways as a pair, excluding you and James altogether.

“I can’t believe this,” you playfully narrow your eyes at the two, who avoid your gaze to sip at their coffee from across the table.

“Yeah! This started as a group thing, when did it become a pair thing?” James adds with a dramatic swing of his arms as you bite your lower lip to suppress a smirk.

“More like a ‘couple’ thing~” your teasing comment was enough to get the two across the table to blush in embarrassment – caught red-handed in their carnal endeavours. They tried their best to hide it from you and James but they suppose they got reckless, lost in their passions. They were even audacious enough to flirt when attending the same soiree or gala, Sirius as a guest and Remus as a server of champagne and finger foods.

“It’s not like you two are any better!” Sirius accuses with narrowed eyes and pointed an inculpatory finger between you two, “Don’t think we don’t know that you’re also going on ‘couple’ getaways with each other!” he huffs and, this time, it was yours and James’ turn to become bashful.

“Th-that’s—” Remus cuts you off with a smug smile.

“It’s not worth fighting, dove,” your best friend warns, finally draping his arm across Sirius’ shoulders, who immediately leans into his touch, “we’ve known for a while too,”

Your mouth hangs open as your brain staggers to come up with an excuse. But you’re unable to even attempt to object when James sighs and drapes his arm across your shoulders too, turning his face to kiss your temple and whisper against your skin, “It’s best if we drop the act, angel,”

You suppose you were trying to hide your relationship from the wrong people…

With a defeated smile, you shake your head and the four of you laugh at each other, relieved that you could finally stop pretending that there wasn’t anything more between you. But mostly happy that you’re all finding happiness in each other.

James was familiar with the look on your face as soon as he stepped into your flat. You were stressed and on the bridge of a breakdown over whatever you were having to deal with. He knows you’re a hard worker but sometimes you put too much pressure on yourself. You’ve already explained your situation but he still cannot fathom how you were able to continue labouring two jobs whilst faithfully working on your budding entrepreneurship on the side.

Today was supposed to be your day off and yet, James finds you in distress over your growing business. Despite his worry for your wellbeing, he can’t help but admire your perseverance and dedication. Your diligence is a hard trait to come by – it was something he also admired in Li-…

Shaking the thoughts out of his head, James slowly approaches you from the side. He took care not to startle you but you weren’t easily fooled.

“James, you really didn’t have to come,” you knew he had been there ever since he walked through the front door of your flat. In his chest, James’ heart clenched in rejection but he pushed forward with a bright grin. Was it going to be the same as Lily? Again?

“I know but…” he watches as you turn to face him and the bouquet he’s presenting to you in his hands, “I wanted to make sure you were okay and,” he isn’t brave enough to watch your expression, “flowers never hurt…”

“Oh Jamie!” you squeal in delight and James’ eyes snap open, shocked. The honeymoon phase should be over by now so… Weren’t you meant to sigh again and finally shoo him away? He watches as you take the flowers and set them on a nearby table before launching yourself into his arms, “that’s so sweet of you!”

Letting out a relieved laugh, he returns your embrace and his smile finally reaches his eyes, “yeah? You like them?” he notes how you smell better than the flowers when he buries his face in your hair and takes in a long breath.

“They’re beautiful! And so thoughtful,” You attack him with a barrage of kisses, peppering them all over his smiling face. He can’t believe it.

“You really like them?” love swells up in his chest as he watches you nod enthusiastically.

“I can’t believe you would do that for me just because I was upset,”

“Of course, I had to,” he subtly puffs out his chest and leans down to kiss your cheek, “I have to make sure my girl is well taken care of,”

You pout over how precious he’s being and kiss him sweetly, “You’re so good to me,”

With a blush on his cheeks, James continues, “I uh—... I also ordered your favourite takeout, I hope that’s okay?” you answer him with another kiss, this one firm and deep; one that you refuse to end prematurely. With a sigh of contentment, James surrenders himself and places his hands on your waist while he savours the feeling of your fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp at the back of his head. Your other hand grips at his shoulder and you’re slowly pushing him back into your sofa.

So lost in the taste of your lips, James falls back with a silent gasp and watches in amazement as you climb on top of him, wasting no time in continuing with the heated kiss. Slowly his hands trail down from your waist and over the curve of your hips to squeeze at your plush thighs. He groans into the kiss as your softness fills his grip and he can’t get enough of fondling your fleshy thighs. He can’t get enough of you.

All this over flowers and takeout? It wasn’t the disgruntled response he was used to. You didn’t reject his affections and support, you didn’t mistake them as a discredit to your hard work and efforts. Instead, you saw them for what they were, a manifestation of his love and support for you.

He moans your name, the erotic whimper he produces, muffled against your locked lips. And, fuelled by a surge of desperate love and desire, he surges forward to deepen the kiss whilst keeping your lower half in place from where he grips your thighs.

You return the sentiment with an airy, “James~” before your lips are recaptured and your hands grapple for his broad shoulders; they’ve become a reliable foundation for your balance as James takes the lead. He has successfully rid your thoughts of all manner of negativity and stress. He’s your own personal happy pill and you’re an addict ready to take everything he was willing to give and more.

It wasn’t a conscious action, there was no real thought behind it but there was a coordinated effort on both sides that quickly led to you feverishly grinding down on him as his thick cock progressively hardened beneath you. Somewhere in between, the two of you pull apart and pant like laboured dogs with your eyes glued down to your, somewhat, connected sexes.

“Shhh…” James hushes gently, an antithesis to his bruising grip over your left ass cheek, gently guiding your movements as his other hand grips your outer thigh, “Slow down sweetheart,” you want to obey his soft command but–

“You feel so good James~”

“You feel good too, baby but I want to enjoy you properly,” he reasons but you show no sign of stopping your wild grinding, “I said! Slow. Down.” he commands, suddenly releasing his grip and harshly slapping your ass instead, smiling when all movement stops.

In your shocked state, he begins to guide you through slow, rocking motions, pressing your soaked centre against his hard cock through his loose sweatpants. Dressed casually in an oversized shirt and nothing else but underwear, James uses one hand to push your shirt up and reveal the most gloriously erotic sight he’s ever seen. The lips of your ruined, panty-covered pussy lips were moulded around the prominence of his hard cock — your cute pussy was kissing his cock. The salacious sight was enough to make the both of you moan aloud, completely disregarding the wet mess you were making on his sweats.

“Oh God!” your cry was filthy as you leaned back, your hands on James’ thighs propping you up and supporting you from behind.

“You’re so sexy, angel,” James grunts in pleasure, “look at how your pretty pussy lips are clinging onto me through your cute fuckin’ panties,” his words make you even more breathless as a dull pulse starts to resonate from your lower belly. It was a familiar sensation and one that you desperately needed to quench.

“James,” you call, desperation clear in your voice and a sultry look in your eyes as James looks up at you, “James, more~” James smirks and obscene words begin to form on his tongue when—

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

You both snapped your attention to the disruption, tense and wondering who could be at the door, “...I think it’s the delivery guy…” James realises and releases a breath of relief as you’re consumed by giggles. The carnal tension in the air dissipates as you crawl off James’ lap so that he can answer the door, partially hiding his lower half, “Sorry about that,” he laughs under his breath weakly and holds up the takeout bag with an embarrassed smile. It astounds you how quickly he can go from having the filthiest mouth to wearing the most endearing expression you’ve ever seen. It was as if the cause for the high tension between you never occurred and he was your sweet, loving boyfriend once again.

Taking his lead, you help set out some plates and cutlery. You even take the time to place your bouquet in a vase before sitting with him to have a well-deserved meal. It would be a good idea to finally relax and leave your work for another day; there’s no use trying to fix things when you aren’t in the right mindset. What you didn’t expect was a sudden kiss on your temple and a soft whisper to tickle your ear.

“I promise to love you all the way soon enough, sweets,” James vows and smiles at the embarrassed look on your face but also at the soft smile you send his way, “I wanna make sure you’ve eaten well today,”

“Thank you, Jamie,” you kiss his cheek gratefully before returning to your food. The knot in your lower belly had subsided so you could relax a little easier.

“You aren’t mad that I took you away from work, though, right?” there was a slight hint of insecurity in his voice. It was a tone that you weren’t familiar with from him and it made your head tilt in slight confusion.

“Of course not…well, I was a little irritated at first,” you confess, wanting to be honest with him, “but that was just because I was already stressed out and felt like nothing would get better until I solved the problem but…” you slide closer to his side and lean into him with a relieved sigh, “this was what I really needed,”

“I’m glad…”

“Thank you so much James, you’re the sweetest boyfriend I could ever ask for,”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” you don’t miss the beaming grin he gives you. You return one that’s just as bright.

You gasp at your boyfriend’s grand but thoughtful surprise, the affection and gratefulness for his considerate gesture evident in your voice. Turning in your lover’s arms, you wrap your arms around his neck and press a kiss against his smiling lips, “You didn’t have to, darling…” There were tears in your eyes James quickly kisses away. He could tell that they were happy tears but he would take up any and every excuse to kiss you.

The months you spent with James Potter were magical. He was not only the most loving and wonderful boyfriend you had ever had the pleasure of calling yours but also a great partner and advisor in your business endeavours. With his help, you have been able to shift your mindset to one of affluence and positivity. He assisted you with networking and setting up a functional, online business. Without his technical and emotional support, you don’t think you would have achieved half of what you have now. You couldn’t thank him enough; he had given you so much in terms of love and your career aspirations without asking for anything in return. You didn’t even have to ask him; he had fulfilled your two deepest desires with precise balance — to be cherished by your perfect match and to succeed in your own business.

“Of course I did,” he whispers in the most gentle tone, “you deserve it…”

James had seen you work to the bone as an aspiring entrepreneur. He taught you everything he had learned about the business world through his father, and you were more than eager to accept his help - an attitude that was a breath of fresh air. Not only were you a great student, diligently noting down his teachings and taking action immediately to put his methods into practice, but you were a great girlfriend too. You were there for him when he needed emotional support, offering kind words, a listening ear, and everything he could ask for. All he had to do was say the word, and you would do anything in your power to fulfil his request. He had never felt so sincerely loved and appreciated before, especially when you would take the time to invest in him. You weren’t rich like him and his family, but you were generous with your time and spent the majority of it on him every chance you could - perfect, you were perfect.

You’re nothing like Lily. Nothing about you two was the same…

Lily always strived for perfection in herself and in those around her, especially her partner (him at the time). It didn’t bother James much, he fully accepted her terms because she was worth it to him — she deserved only the best and that meant everything from within her environment to him as her boyfriend; everything had to be perfect. Inhumanly so.

He changed himself for her, adopted new mannerisms for her, made sure everything was perfect for her, sacrificed for her, and did everything for her. He didn’t realise it at the time but he was losing himself and it took her hesitation at his proposal for him to finally realise that her desire for perfection was at a level that couldn’t be satisfied. He would never be good enough for her because her standards for everyone, everything and herself were just…impossible.

Looking at you, James came to yet another realisation.

He presses a kiss to your forehead and feels his heart grow lighter at the discovery. Throughout his entire relationship with Lily, she was insistent on being self-sufficient — a truly independent woman who didn’t need a man to fulfil her life goals. That was one of the many things that James admired about her but he could never fully rest comfortably when watching her solitary endeavours from afar. Every time he tried to offer a lending hand or word of advice, she ardently refused him, sometimes even flushing red with anger at his simple suggestions. He knew he could help with her goals but she didn’t want anything from him. She wanted to stand alone and be strong. That was admirable but they were a couple and James wanted to be of help to her, it was his way of showing he loved her dearly but she actively refused that, shutting him down every single time.

It didn’t make him feel good. It felt as though his love wasn’t enough for her, that what he was doing wasn’t good enough. That he wasn’t good enough.

It was never a good feeling…

Now he could fully put into words why he never felt truly content around Lily; she was so insistent on being independent that she pushed him away, pushed away his love for her, his desire to help her and his want to see her succeed, to see her happy.

She never let him.

But you did.

You accepted his love in all its forms, in his light-hearted jokes, his lending hand, his words of wisdom (passed down from his father), his support, his encouraging smiles, and more. His flaws, his vices, his strengths, you accepted all of him, you loved all of him, and he feels his heart swell with deepening affection for you every passing day.

James watches with overflowing fondness as you explore the space he had bought and set up for you; your online brand is steadily growing, thanks to your hard work. Judging from the upward trajectory of sales, you urgently need to upscale everything. Your birthday provides a perfect excuse to give you a head start on that expansion, no strings attached. He can hear your excited murmurs bouncing off the walls, discussing your plans as you envision filling a portion of the space with your workshop, while the remainder goes towards storing your many creations.

So lost in his admiration of you and the satisfaction of his current life standing, James almost topples over when you go running back to him. With a joyful squeal, you leap into his arms and almost send him tumbling back into a wall if it weren’t for his fast reflexes.

"Oh, honey~" James sighs dreamily at being called with such affection. "I love it!" you squeal, your eyes filling with happy tears and turning them into beautiful glass. He could stare into your stunning eyes forever, but the passionate kiss you press onto his lips was admittedly a better pastime. "I love you~" you coo after finally pulling away, still wrapped tightly in his arms.

“That’s all I could ever ask for, sweetheart!” he chuckles against your lips before engaging in another loving kiss.

“You’ve worked so hard~,” James coos, his praise travelling into your ear as you gaze out at the main workshop and storage area. He compels you to look out at your employees; some were working diligently, moving in and out of storage, while others weaved through the machines in your workshop. “That’s all yours, baby~,” he breathes against your neck and sucks on the sensitive skin. “You deserve all of that. I’m so proud of you for making your dreams come true,”

“Th-thank–” you couldn’t speak, it was impossible to with James’ fingers invading the entrance of your pussy and curling deliciously into your most sensitive spots. Your vision blurs with tears of ecstasy and it feels like you’re choking even though James’ spare arm wraps firmly around your middle to keep you in place. Desperate for air, you push your head back and rest against his shoulder, pathetically gasping for oxygen but it’s no use when the rhythm of his pumping fingers gives you no time or room to breathe. It was a blissful torture, however. A type of aching pleasure only James can expertly guide you through.

"You don’t have to say anything, my love," James whispers against the skin of your neck, sucking on the sensitive area beneath your ear before speaking further. "I already know what you want to say," his breath against your bitten ear sends a shiver down your spine and tightens your skin defensively, making you extra sensitive to his touch. "Just don’t stop moaning for me. I want to, at least, hear how well I’m treating you. Aren’t I treating you well, beautiful girl?" he urges, curling his fingers just right to pull an embarrassingly loud moan past your lips. "That’s it. Fuck! You sound so good, baby~"

This didn’t come out of nowhere. James was a passionate person, but he knew where and when it was appropriate to engage in heated activities like this. He loves nothing more than to mould you into a writhing, moaning mess of pleasure. You can tell by the look in his eyes that he gets high off of seeing you reach your peak and knowing that it was all because of him. Typically, he wouldn’t make you come undone in such a public place where you two can easily get caught but your office door was firmly locked, and you were a floor above the staff below so, even though you could easily see them, it would be difficult for them to see you. The main reason James felt the need to stand you in front of your observation window, pull the skirt of your dress up and plunge his long, thick fingers inside you was that you had grown insecure about the stagnation of your business progress.

Just a moment ago, you were on the verge of tears from the stress and self-doubt, divulging your worries to James as you always did in your most vulnerable times. But now you’re crying tears of pleasure and being talked through his perspective of your progress as you stare down at the facility you had built up to.

He wanted to make you feel better. Stagnation was normal. The launch was so successful that the slowing of development appeared too drastic of a change. You needed to look at things from a different perspective and what better way to achieve that than to whisper of that altered standpoint with his fingers driving in and out of your pussy, soaked down to his wrist with your sticky arousal. Naturally, James made sure to weave in a healthy dose of praise in between his insistent assurance of your progress.

You feel your lower belly tense as you gaze at the obscene image of his veiny arm moving up and down, hidden under your dress skirt. His arms were thick, like his fingers, and veiny too. You can almost see the veins in his arms pulsating as they work laboriously to guide you towards a gratifying climax. Every aspect of James was bulky, veiny, and moved in a highly sensual manner. It was only when James took a moment to press the pad of his thumb against your throbbing clit and make a full circular motion that you finally saw stars. You have no recollection of screaming, but James needed to raise his hand to cover your mouth and draw both of you away from the viewing window. That was confirmation enough that you were indeed letting out cries of pleasure.

“Good job, baby,” James coos beside your ear as you lean against him limply. If it weren’t for his hard and strong frame, you would have collapsed to the floor, “My beautiful girl cum so well for me,” his words make your abused pussy pulse, begging for more despite your exhausted state. This man was something else…

Beside your ear, James brings your fingers to his mouth and takes his sweet time slurping and sucking up every last drop of your pleasure from his soaked fingers. He even goes so far as to trail his tongue down to his wrist, tracing the trail of sweet nectar that managed to leak down his hand.

“J-Jamie…” you moan breathlessly, reaching up to caress his cheek and shyly finger his inky locks

“You’ve come so far, my love. All of that hard work has brought you here. Don’t let the deceleration lead to hitting the brakes fully,” he’s so sweet, still trying to comfort you after such a salacious exchange, restraining you with his solid frame, not giving you a chance to protest before he’s relentlessly pistoning his fingers into you and only stopping when he can swallow every drop of your cum from his fingers as you lean against him for support.

Your sweet, loving James… What will you do without him?

"I love you…" You bring his lips to yours and play with his tongue, moaning at the exchange of your taste from his mouth to yours. With his lips against your own, he lovingly whispers the sentiment in return.

“Don’t you taste divine?” he purrs, nuzzling your cheek when he pulls away with a devious grin on his lips. Licking your lips, you return his grin. He’s always right…

A year and some months into your relationship with James, you were finally meeting his parents. Both were very busy people, so you understood the lateness. It would be during their yearly summer getaway to their private island in the Bahamas, a luxurious vacation that you could only dream of affording despite your growing business ventures. You arrived early with James and Sirius, who took their boat out to dock at the island. Sirius went back to wait for James’ parents and voyage them to the island as well, giving you and James enough time to get ready for the introductory dinner tonight.

The small, trusted group of staff welcomed you to the island and helped you and James with your luggage. They informed you that dinner preparations were underway and that it would be around an hour before you could head to the dining room if you wanted to. With a thank you, James dismissed the staff and, together, you unpacked some of your luggage and went about getting ready for the introductory dinner tonight. The log cabin was huge and had several rooms, all of them extravagant and yours was equipped with a small balcony and an incredible view. You wanted to savour more of the space but dinner was fast approaching and you needed to get ready. The entire look you had planned tonight – from the dress to your make-up and heels – was planned and you were ecstatic to put it on. Fashion was one of your many interests and now that you could afford more stylish clothes, you were eager to impress.

Freshly out of the shower and sitting at your vanity, you find that James’ eyes can’t stop glancing at you. His hands seem restless and he can’t decide which shirt to wear. He’s anxious about something, that was clear, and you think you know what it may be. Nevertheless, you gently prompt him for a simple, straightforward answer.

"You're still getting started with that new launch in your business, and I don't want to make you lose momentum," James excused with a sheepish expression, worry swimming deeply within his hazel pools. He had been hesitant to invite you to meet his parents that summer with the excuse of prioritising your business and mental wellbeing.

James can easily tell how stressed you’ve been lately. Trying to push for the upcoming launch, you held a healthy level of anxiety but there was something in his demeanour that made you believe there was a deeper reason for his anxiety. It was easy to guess. James had been honest about the way Lily treated him, making him and his affection feel like an inconvenience. Her productivity and work had been her top priority. And, although that wasn’t a bad thing, in her efforts, she had deeply hurt James. It was to the point where he still hesitates if he feels as though he’s intruding on your business affairs. All you could do for him was be assuring and loving. Bit by bit, he’s become less anxious but the habit isn’t fully gone yet.

"Lose momentum? From meeting your parents?" With a light-hearted chuckle, you place a comforting hand against his cheek and meet his worried gaze with love and reassurance. "James, there’s no way you and your family could ever derail me like that; you were the ones who put me on the tracks in the first place." You share a brief laugh. "And besides, from everything you’ve told me, I know how important they are to you; it would mean the world to finally meet them." He leans into your touch and kisses your palm, muttering his gratitude into your soft skin before you pull away to do a spin, showcasing your attire for the evening. "So, what’s the verdict?"

James laughs and leans forward as he brings your knuckles to his lips. “You always know how to dress beautifully, my love,” you smile brightly. “You look simply ravishing.” A dark look comes over James' eyes and sends a bolt of arousal through you.

Your relationship had been very slow-moving with intimacy. Yes, there have been some grinding and mischievous fingers but never quite all the way. It was primarily because of James’s feelings concerning Lily, his red-headed, emerald-eyed ex-girlfriend. The relationship had torn him down more than he was willing to admit, and it broke your heart to think that someone who was supposed to love him would treat him so poorly. At times, he was a tease and almost slipped too far but reared back as soon as there was a moment of clarity. It’s a past that haunts him for someone who loves with his whole being.

He’s so thankful for you, though; you have allowed him his space and waited patiently. It was easy enough. You had been hard at work launching your business and its subsequent improved products, progressing forward whilst James was slowly easing into taking over his father’s commerce empire; you were both relatively busy with things besides each other.

You like to think that you have a good balance between intimacy with each other and work, though you are beginning to ache for more than just his fingers and thighs. The idea of reaching that final point ignited a strong desire within you, shooting a thrill through your nerves. It was a torment to which you had grown accustomed. The images of everything you had allowed James to do to you haunted your mind as his teasing voice whispered in your ear–

You quickly pushed aside those thoughts; tonight you were having a civilised dinner with his parents.

“Then let’s hurry,” you grab your complimentary handbag and loop your arm through his as you move to the dining area together.

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You smooth down the front of your dress for the third time, your fingers lingering on the soft fabric. You’d spent hours deciding what to wear—carefully choosing something elegant but understated. After all, this would be your first time meeting James’ parents and you didn’t want to shamefully overshadow the Potter family matriarch, Euphemia Potter. James expressed that you had nothing to worry about as his parents always prioritised his happiness in spite of societal expectations. Nevertheless, you wanted the couple’s approval, knowing that James’ family meant the world to him.

When you and James step down the expansive log cabin’s grand staircase and enter the dining room, you’re immediately greeted by Fleamont, James’ father. His warm smile reaches his eyes, and the tension in your shoulders eases just a little. "Ah, James!” the two share a hug that all men typically default to exchanging, however, James keeps his hand on your hip the entire time – he’s worried about not making you feel left out, ever the sweetheart. “And you must be the lovely lady we’ve heard so much about," Fleamont says kindly, his hand outstretched in warm welcome and you introduce yourself. You offer a genuine smile, relieved by his amiable reception.

But before you can fully relax, you notice Euphemia standing just a few steps behind her husband. Her sharp gaze sweeps over you like she’s assessing every inch of your appearance, and you instinctively shift under her scrutiny. Her coldness was such a contrast to Fleamont’s earnest air that you quickly froze up under her scrutiny, a wave of goosebumps flushing over your exposed arms as frostbite shoots down your spine, stiffening your posture uncomfortably.

“Well,” Euphemia starts, her voice cool but laced with an almost imperceptible edge, “you certainly…tried. I suppose there’s something to be said for effort but I suppose my expectations of your understanding of how to dress was much too high,” Her eyes linger on the neckline of your dress, and suddenly, it feels like you’re wearing a burlap sack instead of the stylish gown you’d ceaselessly agonized over.

You feel your heart drop, your confident walls collapsing to the floor and allowing insecurity to creep in. It’s like a storm cloud blotting out the sun, its opaque body not allowing a single ray to pass through.

“Mother please!” James can’t believe his mother’s hostile demeanour. She was never like this with Lily and you’re a far more perfect match to him than she ever will. Fleamont takes charge before a heated quarrel breaks out, reminding everyone of the dinner prepared by the staff and Sirius who awaited them in the dining room.

What was once a confident smile now feels plastered on, your posture becoming rigid as you follow James and his parents to the dining room, where you find Sirius already seated at the table. Euphemia's judging voice echoes in your head, her disapproval poisoning your once optimistic thoughts, the stain of self-doubt spreading rapidly.

Sirius stands from his seat and greets you and James with a warm hug. He can immediately sense the shift in your demeanour and bites back a frown. Through his relationship with Remus, he’s become incredibly fond of you and has seen the positive impact you’ve had on James – his brother in all but blood. Without you, Sirius can’t fathom where James would be at this point in time; Lily’s constant rejection of his devotion and breaking down of his identity had James feeling lost for a very long time, longer than it should have been. Sirius hated seeing James like that. But then you came along and, just like magic, James was back to his old self again. You happily accept his affection and appreciate him as a whole. It was only natural that James had grown addicted to you and was already speaking of marriage despite not being with you as long as he had been with Lily.

On the boat ride here, Euphemia had made it clear how she saw you as another Lily Evans and her fear of losing her beloved son was making her act out harshly. Sirius had tried defending your honour but it was like talking to a brick wall. Fleamont was eager to see the girl that had brought his son joy again but Euphemia wasn’t so eager. He should have talked to James about this before you came down for dinner.

“The food’s all ready and I’m starved. Let’s eat!” Sirius cheers, keen on diverting everyone’s attention and centralising their focus just to keep a momentary peace. However, a mother’s love, especially when turned toxic, is hard to quell.

Throughout dinner, Euphemia’s comments continue, each one a little more pointed than the last. “It must be hard… trying to keep up with James' lifestyle. I imagine it’s quite the leap from what you’re used to.”

You swallow hard and force a polite smile, your appetite is completely gone so you don’t understand how you’re able to continue eating, “I’m managing well, thank you,” you try to keep your voice even and neutral, keeping a strong front but the words don’t come out as confidently as you’d hoped.

James stiffens at your side, his jaw clenching into a sharp square as heated frustration builds within him, strong enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his skin. He turns toward his mother, his teeth bared and his tongue ready to lash out. The woman sitting beside his father was not his mother. He only ever knew his mother to be kind and understanding and warm, not this! The wretched imposter had no right to speak to you so harshly, not on his watch. However, before he could utter a single syllable, you had reached out to gently touch his knee beneath the table. “It’s fine, love,” you whisper gently despite your painfully aching heart. “It’s not worth making a scene. Not here.”

James looks at you, his apology written into his handsome features, and leans in to whisper, "I'm sorry. I don’t know why she’s acting like this. She… she’ll come around, I promise."

You offer a soft smile, but it feels like a lie. Because every word Euphemia throws at you chips away at your resolve and makes you feel smaller. The more time stretches on, the less worthy you feel of your place at this table, less worthy of being the woman who stands beside James Potter. Across the table, Fleamont and Sirius exchange uncomfortable glances, clearly aware of the tension but unsure of how to intervene. Sirius shifts in his seat, looking like he wants to say something but thinking better of it. You can see the sympathy in their eyes, but it’s not enough to drown out Euphemia’s judgment.

“James has always had such high standards,” Euphemia continues, her tone cutting. “It’s just… surprising to see him settle for someone so… ambitious but inexperienced.”

That’s the last straw. You feel the air tighten in your lungs, and before you know it, the sound of your chair scraping back cuts through the tense atmosphere. “Please excuse me,” you mutter, blinking away the sting of tears as you turn to walk away.

This was too much…

You don’t belong here.

You don’t belong with James.

She’s right.

You need to leave

“Wait—” James reaches for your hand, but you pull away, shaking your head. You can’t stay here a second longer. Not when every part of you feels raw, exposed, and judged for the things you can’t control. You don’t even remember how you make it back to your shared room but the next thing you know, you’re frantically packing your belongings with trembling hands. It makes the tasks so much harder to execute but you push through. Even when the tears begin to pour down your face and your vision blurs, you’re determined to escape this claustrophobic place despite your love being at the heart of it all. You don’t want to leave, you don’t want to hurt James, but you can’t take another moment being under Euphemia’s critical gaze. It feels too much like drowning. James is air but you don’t have the right to have him anymore… This is for the best.

Getting off this island was your only concern now. Outside, the sky has darkened, matching the tempest of emotions swirling inside you. It was thankful that you managed to slip out of the log cabin without James catching you; you definitely would have caved in if he did. You would have been convinced to stay just by looking into his eyes. Your resolve is still too weak right now. Getting away will help harden your decision – it’ll be for James’ sake so you have to hurry away quickly. The storm begins to rage as you make it down the path to the docks. The rain pelts down in sheets and soaks you through completely, but you don’t care. You just need to get away. Far away from the crushing weight of Euphemia’s disapproval and James, sweet, loving, handsome James who was no longer yours.

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Just as you hurry away, James launches out of his seat and, storms to the other side of the dining room where Euphemia sits, unbothered. “What the hell was that?!” he demands, his voice trembling with an anger that is strong enough to make his limbs shake as well.

“James,” she starts, but he doesn’t let her finish. His question was rhetorical; how dare she even try to put into words what she had done to you?!

“No, you don’t get to do this. Why were you so nasty towards her?! She didn’t do anything to deserve such treatment! You weren’t like this when I introduced Lily to you!”

“And look where that got you!” Euphemia defends, “For over a year, you no longer felt like my son! You were gone! Lost! I wasn’t going to let another ambitious girl treat you horribly only to leave once she was done with you, again!”

“She’s nothing like Lily!” James’ voice rises and Sirius flinches slightly at the volume; he’s never seen James this infuriated before. He didn’t even know he was capable of expressing fury quite like this, “She’s not going to leave me like Lily did. She’s different! She makes me happy, isn’t that what you’ve always wanted for me? Everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman, I see it in her. She can’t even compare to Lily! Lily is nothing to her! She’s better! She’s perfect.”

Euphemia's eyes widen ever so slightly, her face pale as the realisation hits. She thought she was protecting him—protecting him from another devastating heartbreak like the one Lily had left him with. But all she’s done is drive away the one person who makes her son happy. She doesn’t know what to say and stammers in her inability to come up with the right words, guilt slowly spreading across her features.

James can’t bring himself to continue looking at his mother and turns on his heel. “I need to talk to her…”

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You walk through the storm, barely able to see more than a few feet in front of you as the wind lashes your soaked clothes against your skin. The path is rough, and the rain feels relentless, stinging your face as it mixes with the tears you’ve been holding back. You just keep walking, unsure of where you’re going—only knowing you need to get away.

After what feels like hours of battling against the wind and rain, you spot something through the haze. Squinting through the downpour, you make out the shape of a small cabin perched near the rocky coastline. It looks old, weathered by the elements, but right now, it’s your only refuge. You make a dash for it, slipping slightly on the wet ground, but you manage to reach the door. It creaks open with some effort, and you step inside, trembling and soaked to the bone.

The cabin is small and bare, but at least it's dry. You find a few old blankets and wrap yourself in them, shivering as you curl up in a corner, trying to ignore the cold that seeps into your bones. As the storm rages outside, your mind spins with thoughts of the night—of Euphemia’s judgmental eyes, of James’ helplessness, of the fact that you left him behind.

You feel guilty for running, but you can’t stay. Not when it felt like every breath you took at that dinner table was judged.

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James is beside himself with worry, you’re not in the room. You’re not in the conservatory, you’re not in the bathroom, you’re not in the kitchen, you’re not in the wine cellar, you’re not in the game’s room, you're not in the back garden area – you’re nowhere! At that point, he had no choice but to go outside in search of you. He and Sirius had searched everywhere they could before the storm became too dangerous but still, nothing. The rain was falling too hard, the wind too fierce.

Eventually, they had no choice but to call off the search until morning, though James had fought it every step of the way. Something broke inside him at the thought that you were outside on your own and in such a vicious storm too. You couldn’t have possibly thought that it was a good idea to power the boat and ride back to the mainland on your own with the storm, did you? Sirius had taught you the basics of stirring and handling the boat on the ride here but that it wasn’t extensive and only for beginners, you couldn’t have picked anything up after that one lesson! And it’s too dangerous with the weather!

Now, he paces restlessly in front of the fireplace, the storm outside roaring as fiercely as the panic in his chest and the anxious thoughts in his head. Sirius sits nearby, quiet but equally concerned, casting glances at his best friend-turned-brother – he should have done more. Fleamont is in the corner, speaking in low tones with the small selection of staff, while Euphemia stands at the window, staring into the storm with a hollow look on her face.

“She’s out there because of you,” James snaps suddenly, his voice cutting through the tense silence. Euphemia flinches but says nothing. He’s right, after all. Everything she did, every biting word and critical glance she threw at you, had driven you away.

“James…” Sirius starts, trying to calm him down, but James shakes his head.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” He scrubs a hand over his face, eyes dark with worry and breath shallow with fear. “What if she’s hurt? What if she—” His voice breaks off, and Sirius stands to grip his shoulder, offering comfort and reassurance, a lifeline to solid ground as he tries to traverse the assaulting sea of apprehension he was drowning in.

“She’ll be fine,” Sirius says, his voice steady even though worry is also etched into his features. “We’ll find her in the morning.”

But morning feels like a lifetime away. All James can think about is you out there, alone and possibly scared, with no idea if you’ve found shelter or if you’ve been swept up by the viscous sea lapping at the island’s sandy perimeter. He doesn’t sleep that night, his eyes fixed on the window from his perch on the bed, watching the storm that keeps him from searching for you.

Euphemia lingers at the doorway, guilt weighing heavily on her and showing on her countenance. She didn’t mean for things to go this far. All she ever wanted was to protect her son, to keep him from getting hurt again. But now, seeing him like this—broken and desperate—it’s clear that she’s the one who’s hurt him. And she’s hurt you in the process. She wasn’t being strong for her son, she was the weakest she had ever been that night by allowing her biases to control her actions. Ashamed, she silently leaves and finds solace in her husband’s arms as guilty tears prick her eyes.

As the night drags on, James barely moves from his spot. He doesn’t eat, doesn’t speak, doesn’t move an inch. He just waits, heart pounding in his ears, almost louder than the storm as he prays for your safety.

In a small, secluded cabin, you curl up tighter under the blankets and listen to the storm batter the walls outside. It’s terrifying being out here alone, but the thought of going back to James and his judging mother feels just as frightening. Thankfully you happened upon this small, isolated shelter through the storm. It was a miracle. It felt as though the vicious winds were after you, ready to push you into the ferocious and hungry ocean, vulnerable to its harsh waters. It had been successful in sweeping away your packed luggage when you saw an oddness in the trees lining the edge of the path down to the docking area.

The was fitted with all the amenities and with a wardrobe full of musty but clean clothes so you easily clean up and change into a man’s white button-up before collapsing on the sofa in front of the fireplace that your limbs were too heavy to light.

You close your eyes, trying to block out everything but the sound of the rain, hoping sleep will come. Thankfully, the living room was much quieter because the bedrooms on either side buffered the harsh sounds. But, like James, you find no rest that night, haunted by the events of the evening and the storm that rages on. At least the distance has given you adequate time to think. Euphemia was right; you were being selfish by staying with James. He deserved someone better, someone worthy enough to, at least, have his mother’s approval. Your business wasn’t even that spectacular when compared to the empire his father had built.

Even though it breaks your heart, today will mark the end of your relationship with James. You’re doing this for his sake. It’s for his betterment.

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James doesn’t sleep a single wink. He keeps a close eye on the window, observing the storm as it throws about the trees and ocean outside. His heart thunders in his chest deafeningly, trying to entice him into stepping outside by masking the real storm beyond the log cabin and making it seem less dangerous. It took everything in him to resist — he isn’t any use to you if he gets swept up by the storm.

Time crawls by agonisingly slow, it’s a miserable torture that has James entertaining his internal battles in an attempt to make time move faster. It isn’t until two in the morning that James wills himself into action. He reaches for the high-power torch he had used in the earlier search for you. The storm was finally settled enough for him to go searching through without risking his safety. It’s safe enough right now and he wasn’t about to wait around until morning to know if you’re safe or not.

James was in such a hurry that he didn’t bother putting on a raincoat, he didn’t care that his shirt was immediately soaked through the instant he stepped outside and began searching for you. Following the path down to the docking area, he catches a glimpse of the docked boat battling against the raging waves under the light of his torch. The violent movement of the waves and the thrashing boat makes the breath in James’ throat turn icy and still. Were you on the boat? He hopes to god you’re not… Just the idea of you being in any kind of danger makes him want to set the world ablaze. Anything! He’ll do anything to make sure you’re safe.

Caught up in the storm of his anxieties and trepidation, he almost misses the sight of your rich, brown luggage as its battered shape lays against a familiar tree. Stepping forward, James is filled with memories of a small cabin by the coast but safely behind the tree line that he and Sirius occupied every summer, away from his parents at the larger log cabin. Every day they would wake up and take a swim just as the sun was rising before hopping on their jet skis and racing against each other around the island’s coastline. It was a haven for him and Sirius on their yearly summer excursions, filled with happy memories and shared laughter. James looks down the beaten path with hope filtering into his eyes. He takes one step forward then another and another, more, until he’s sprinting down the path, through the trees and towards a familiar log cabin built for two.

Please be inside!

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You wake up with a start to see the room drenched in a warm glow, the sight immediately making you stand from the sofa you had fallen asleep on. You didn’t light the fireplace last night… you were too exhausted to. It was thanks to the heat of the fire that you no longer needed to be bundled up in the blanket despite only wearing a white button-up and your panties. At the very least, your arms were free to move about without restrictions if you needed to fight back an intruder.

“Love,” a familiar, warm voice calls in a whisper beside you.

“James!” you gasp in shock when you see him standing before you, coming out of the bedroom shirtless with one of the spare shirts from the wardrobe in his hand and wet hair. Did he try finding you in the storm? The thought warmed your heart but your firm decision to leave him frosted over all warmth, leaving your chest hollow. Just as quickly as James saw your beautiful smile pull at your lips, your expression was disciplined into something cold and neutral.

“I’m so glad you’re safe—” he tries to approach you with open arms and a relieved smile but you back away quickly, your hands pushed out as if to push him away.

“No!”

“...No?”

“You shouldn’t be here, James. You shouldn’t have come looking for me!”

“And why not?” a familiar feeling comes creeping into James’ anxiously beating heart. He knows this suffocating atmosphere, he knows it too well. But that was only around Lily… never you. He loves you to the ends of the earth and he knows you love him just as much in return. Is that why the realisation hurts him more than it has ever hurt him with Lily?

“It’s not safe out in the storm–”

“I had to look for you! I was so scared that you were in some kind of danger and needed help!”

“WeShouldn’tBeTogetherAnymore!” you don’t meet his eyes despite shouting with such conviction. You don’t think you could have said it any other way. Blurting out the words frantically was easier than saying every syllable clearly.

James doesn’t know what to say. At that moment, it hurt too much to look at him so you don’t see the way his face grew cold and his eyes became consumed by a darkness that wasn’t characteristic of him, “Your mother’s right… we don’t belong together.”

The world spirals around James. This can’t be happening. You weren’t Lily. You can’t break his heart like this – you aren’t the type. You promised to be his forever and he promised to forever be with you— was there someone else? This can’t just be because of his mother! You’re his perfect match, there’s no way you would deny that, you always said you love him back. This is all a lie. James isn’t going to accept this!

“You don’t mean that, love,” James coos gently, not wanting to believe your words himself and approaches steadily like a crawling predator waiting to strike.

“Y-yes I do!” You see his slow approach and try to maintain the distance between you but you can only move back so far before you’re pressed up against the wall. Seeing the opportunity, James raises arms and presses his palms on the wall beside your head, trapping you in place. Despite the proximity, you don’t meet his eyes.

“We don’t belong together…you deserve someone better. I can’t be with you anymore, we’re not a good match,” you sniffle and James resists the urge to kiss your tears away. Beside your head, his hands clench into fists against the wooden walls.

“Say it to my face then, look into my eyes and tell me you don’t love me anymore — that you don’t want me anymore,”

“James…” You muster up the courage but your voice still comes out, somewhat, shaky, “I-I don’t want to be with you anymore,” his expression remains steely and cold, the fierce glint of resolve in his eyes, unrelenting, “I don’t love you anymore…”

“I don’t, at least, make you feel good?”

“No.”

He doesn’t respond, instead, he keeps you pressed against the wall and manoeuvres his face to rest beside your ear, his husky voice weakening your knees “Are you sure about that?” he snakes his hands around your waist to press his fingers into your lower back. Under his touch, you suppress a whimper of relief as his massaging motions ease some strain in your back.

“James, stop it,” you huff, trying to push him away but you barely find the strength in yourself to shove him off with force. The love you have for him still lingers inside you, burrowed deep in your heart with no intent of leaving despite your earlier resolution.

“No,” his fingers continue to massage your lower back as his lips begin to press a trail of kisses down your neck, “I don’t believe you,” he insists, “I can see it in your eyes,” he bares his teeth against the junction of your neck and shoulder, and draws a squeal from your parted lips, “You love me! You never stopped! And I’m the only one who can make you feel good!”

“No!”

“‘No’, you never stopped? ‘No’ no one makes you feel as good as me?” you can feel his naked chest pressing down against yours through the thin button-up, vibrating as he chuckles darkly. His hands start roaming your body, teasingly brushing against the sides of your breasts and tracing the curves of your silhouette. He loves your body. You’re the most beautiful woman he has ever had the honour of touching and kissing — his treasure.

“Nooo!” you whine once more, not giving him a straight answer and succumbing to his familiar, fondling hands. He loves that you’re wearing his old shirt; not only do you look delectable in it but a surge of possessiveness washes over him at how small you appear. And the fact that you were allowing him to fondle you with your soft skin, pouty lips and pretty, tearful eyes, turns him on so much.

Everything about you was a turn-on for him. James doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard before, it was almost painful still being in the confines of his trousers. But he wouldn’t dare waste time on frivolous things like that, hearing your soft, gasps and delicate moans spur him on to continue pulling moan after moan from your sweet lips. Lips that he had been neglecting to kiss and immediately moved up to capture in a heated tango.

Time blurs along with the scene around you, all your mind can seem to comprehend is James’ weight pressing your back against the wall as his caressing hands map a dangerous path along your skin, getting closer and closer to your intimate areas — your nipples were already hard as rocks, attempting to poke through his thin button up as your panties were practically soaked through by your arousal.

Your resolve to keep your distance and do what was best for him was close to gone, wiped from all areas of your mind so that the only thing left was a growing want for pleasure. A pleasure that only James could give. Mind numb, you had no strength to do anything except whimper and moan against his broad shoulder until he suddenly cups your right breast and uses his pointer finger to play with your hardened nipple through the fabric.

“J-James!” you gasp, pulling away from his lips and ignoring the string of saliva connecting your lips to press against his shoulder with your shaking palms. Your resolve returns and the tug of war between your desires and reluctant refusal of his touch continues, “Ahhhh~ stop it~” he doesn’t stop, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, “please…” you beg pathetically, the tone of your voice unclear. His hands, his lips and his touch were making you feel hot, and the beginning of a tight knot was forming in the depths of your lower abdomen — it was becoming harder and harder to resist him.

While you’re distracted by the hand he has fondling your breast, James creeps his other hand up your inner thigh and edges your panties aside with a finger. He can see the realisation in your eyes when his finger brushes shyly against your clit. But he gives you no time to react and plunges his two fingers into your heat without warning. It was an easy entrance because you were so wet and hot and eager. And as James groans at the thought of his cock replacing his fingers inside you, his feverish probing against your inner walls shatters the last remaining strength in your knees.

Your upper teeth bite down on your bottom lip, trapping the moans in your throat and keeping them from spilling. However, just as James pushes his fingers inside you, he’s pulling them out again. Soaked all the way down to his knuckles. He raises his two fingers to his lips and sucks them clean of your juices with a resounding groan as if he’s sampled the most flavourful dish he’s ever had.

“Your mouth likes to lie, it’s great at lying apparently,” he snarls, the accusation and harsh tone making you whimper and your heart sinks from guilt. As always, he can see right through you. You don’t really want to leave James, he’s been the perfect boyfriend and you want to be with him forever… “so I’ll only trust what your pretty pussy lips have to say instead…” he licks his lips and stares into your eyes darkly, but rather than feel fear at his unusually impious stare, an arousing thrill flourishes in your stomach and raises the goosebumps on your upper arms, “it doesn’t taste like you don’t love me anymore,” a devilish grin stretches across his lips, his eyes never leaving yours, “you taste like you finally want me to love you all the way,”

“No, I don’t,” your retaliating statement comes too firmly and too quickly for James to not heat up in anger. Where had your previous meekness and slow build-up to acceptance gone? It can’t just vanish; it’s still there…somewhere, he just needs to coax it out of you again!

With a rumbling growl from the back of his throat, he lifts you to hang off his shoulder without any care and takes a handful of long strides to his designated bedroom at the small cabin. He kneels down before throwing you onto the bed so that you fall back with just enough force and care to know that, despite his anger, he still loves you deeply.

The strength behind his action leaves you shocked and vulnerable for a few moments but that’s all James needs. Gripping your thighs, he hoists your lower half up and rests the back of your upper thighs on his shoulders so he could devour your pussy shamelessly.

Crying aloud, you arch your back and thrash against him. Your hands grip his soft, untamed curls and delude yourself into believing that you are actively resisting him, trying to push away his head from in between your thighs. However, in the position James has—lifted high with your abdomen pressed down by a hand and securing your lower back against his chest—it’s too difficult for you to push him away. You’re at his complete mercy. He kneels on the bed with his chin tucked into his collar, plunging his tongue in and out of your pussy, his nose stimulating your clit as he laps up as much of your juices as he possibly could. Beneath him, you’re floundering, half lifted into the air with only your shoulders, head and neck still on the bed.

“James! Ahhhh!” You squeal in pleasure when he raises a hand to finger at your clit as his chin tilts up and his tongue curls deliciously inside you. He’s driving you closer and closer to the edge!

Your once sweet James was gone. His loving and goofy self was lost to the lust-hungry man with his head buried between your thighs. He’s determined to unravel you at the seams with only the methodical writhing of his tongue and the stimulation of your sensitive clit.

And, unravel, you did.

It was a searing white, hot and euphoric, sensation. Your erotic scream upon release was never registered by your ears as you were too consumed by rolling waves of ecstasy. The storm outside no longer existed. The rest of the world had disappeared too. It was only you and James and the bed.

You don’t know how long it took you to finally catch your breath and focus your vision but when you did, James had pulled off your panties completely and was leaning over you, trying to hurriedly unbutton your– his shirt, desperate to see more of your skin. Without your panties, you’re naked underneath it and he needed to see you with nothing on.

Quickly becoming impatient, James grips at the two halves of his button-up and savagely rips them apart as you gasp at the brute force he’s capable of exerting. But the instant his eyes fall upon your naked skin, his brutishness disappears entirely. His hazel eyes visibly soften and his fingers shyly drift over the skin of your stomach, delicate and caring, as if you were made of glass and he was afraid of breaking you. The loving, sweet James you knew was back. Though you were also getting quickly accustomed to his more savage side.

“You’re so beautiful…” he whispers in awe and a surge of love tumbles over you, spurred by the admiration and worship in his pretty hazel eyes. The man before you was still your sweet and loving James, charming, kind and oh so loveable. It made tears fill your eyes. How did the two of you end up like this? With you refusing his love when you know that, deep down, that was all you ever wanted… forget your entrepreneurial dreams, James was it for you as much as you know you’re it for him.

James didn’t allow you to contemplate your situation for very long as he was swiftly trailing delicate kisses up your torso and to your breasts. He eagerly sucks on your nipple, his hands placing themselves on your hips, pressing down – an anchor – and caressing your soft skin with his thumb. His tongue and teeth on your nipple pull endless streams of delicate whimpers and airy sighs from your lips, and he relishes every single one.

You can see it in his hazel eyes, how much he adores it when your whimpers tremble and when your sighs raise a little higher in pitch. It compels you to keep vocalising your pleasure despite your mind arguing against you. You need to be stronger than this, you needed to resist him…he deserved better than you, he deserves greater happiness and he couldn’t have that if you were the one selfishly standing by his side, there’s a better match for him out there– but ohh~ he makes you feel sooo goood…

Finally, he pulls away. You watch a strand of saliva connecting your nipple to his tongue slowly stretch and break off when he towers over your frame. His knees lock you in where he straddles your plush thighs and his back elongates to stretch his domineering figure taller, accentuating the ridges and lines of his toned abdomen.

“You love me,” his voice is firm, trying to sway your decision and reel you back to him.

“N-no…” You shake your head and your voice trembles with the lie. Your attempt to continue denying the obvious was pitiful and disappointing to the man before you. He clicks his tongue at your stubborn resistance but his gaze immediately softens at the sight of tears collecting at your waterline. With eyes like glass, the windows to your soul, James is reminded of why you were being so stubborn in the first place.

It’s because he’s right. You do love him…and it’s because you love him that you will continue to resist. But it’s because you love him that he will continue to resist also.

“I love you…” His soft gaze and loving words strip away all your defences. Your forged hatred and rejection disappear into nothing.

You don’t say anything. You can’t because how could you? After everything. After all your stupid decisions and flagrant exploitation of his trust, how could you ever return those same beautiful and affectionate words? Even if you mean every single one? You’re the selfish one here! His mother is right about him deserving better! Why can’t he see that?!

To avoid his stare, you turn your face away and cover your eyes with your arm. Silence fills the room, and there’s a pause in all activity. All you want to do is escape the situation, denying ever being in such circumstances by rendering yourself incapable of seeing anything but darkness – the shadow of your arm, your only shield against James’s persistent call for you to return to him, to admit loving him back.

The silence lingers and is eventually broken by the sound of a belt being unbuckled followed by the shifting of fabric and a heart-thundering zzzzzzzzip….

Unveiling your eyes, you’re left speechless and blinking in shock at the sight of James taking off his pants and briefs. Unaffected by your frantic scramble, he stares down at you wordlessly.

“James!…” he doesn’t answer your call.

You gasp, beginning to crawl backwards when he leans over you with his hard and angry erection in full view. In your peripheral, his length twitches and when you bend your knee to plant your feet on the bed and propel yourself backwards, your thigh comes so close to his hardness that you can feel the burning heat radiating from its stiff length.

“I’m going to show you how much I love you,” he finally says, “I’m going to fill you up over and over again, and I’m not going to stop until I know that you finally understand how much you mean to me,” he grabs your ankle and yanks you back down to him, your ass almost slipping off the edge of the bed, “understand how much I love you,” he trails a feathery touch up your thigh as he pushes them apart, “understand how I can’t live without you anymore and how desperately I want a future with you…”

He raises your right leg and rests your heel against his shoulder, turning his face to kiss your ankle sweetly. His other hand grips your other thigh and anchors it to his waist, prompting your leg to wrap around him. “You’ll let me do it, won’t you?” He meets your eyes, “I know you love me, after all… isn’t that right?”

“...no….” You protest one last time but it’s so quiet, so demure and so lacking in strength that James searches your eyes for the real answer. As much as you know you have to resist him and deny his advances for his own betterment, you silently plead for his love. Your tearful eyes beg him to do whatever he wants and to give you his everything. You want him to love you all the way, like he always said he would despite his reluctance to love wholly once more after Lily Evans. What rotten timing. The time he’s finally willing to become yours and vice versa officially, his overprotective mother scares you away.

“Speak up, love,” he urges despite knowing everything he needs to know only through the look in your eyes. You feel him lube up the head of his cock with your juices, letting out a shaky breath as he does so before finally lining himself up with your entrance.

“No,” You voice a little louder.

“No?” He bucks against your entrance with a hiss and you bite back a moan.

“N-no…” he laughs at your pathetic whimper, the sound of which makes your lower belly clench around nothing. It was so sadistic and demeaning —you didn’t know that he could ever be like this, let alone make you feel this way.

“Then—!” You both gasp when the swollen head of his cock breaks through your tight entrance, “then I’ll just—“ he continues to push forward, enjoying the view of your trembling form under him. He almost coos at how your small hands shakily grip the sheets, “—take you,” he exhales slowly after successfully burying himself inside you, he leans down to whisper inches away from your face, “I’ll just take you as I please,”

The brutal pace he sets from the start unhinges your jaw to let out a silent scream of pleasure. He had eaten you out so well that there was no pain, just a lingering ache after every punishing thrust, which only added to the pleasure. His rhythm steals your breath but doesn’t stop you from moaning erotically with your head thrown back in pleasure.

“Oh, James! Ahhh!” You sob and stare up at him pleadingly, not knowing exactly what you were begging for anymore, “J-Jamie~…!” Above you, James groans at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue — only you could make his name sound oh so sweet~

“That’s it, love,” he smiles down wickedly, “that’s a good girl~” your back arches at his praise, which pushes your hips against him and catches the head of his cock against your walls at a different angle, pulling a squeal from your bitten lips.

“Oh~” he coos, leaning forward to grip your hips as he lets go of your legs, “you like that spot, do you?” He holds your hips in place, marking the angle that gave you the most pleasure and proceeds to abuse your weakness viciously, his punishing thrusts unrelenting.

“O-ohh God! Ahhh!”

“You don’t love me?” He challenges in between pants, groaning as your velvet walls throb and flutter around his stiff length, “LIES!” He snaps, suddenly pulling out of you so he could flip you over and take you from behind, “You’re a fucking liar!”

Your front half collapses from the pleasure and James is left to hold your hips up himself, “I-I’m not,” you sob into the sheets, the tears in your eyes spilling past your waterline and getting soaked up by the soft linen.

“Then WHY are you so WET, love?” He growls into your hair, having leant over to press his torso against your arched back and bury his face into the back of your head, his mouth angled to your ear so that his breath tickles your skin at every word. Both of you groan in unison as the position makes him reach impossibly deep inside you, “WHY do you keep clenching around me like — oh fuck— like you want to drain my balls dry?”

“Ahhh! James!” he speeds up suddenly and you can barely keep up with your breathing.

“And WHY are you pushing your hips back for me? Hm? You want me in deep, do you?” your gasp of realisation is disguised by your surprised squeal when his large hand comes down harshly to hit your ass.

“Th-that’s not—“Despite your verbal protest, you don’t stop moving your hips in tandem with his own. You can’t help it. He feels too good! So big and thick and he’s hitting all the right places…!

“I’ll give you what you want,” he picks up the pace and bites your shoulder, quickly kissing and licking the stinging mark he leaves behind, “I’ll fill you up, love,” you don’t protest, instead, you moan louder and encourage him to push you closer and closer to the edge, “I’ll fill up your fertile, greedy little belly good— Aah! Okay?”

You don’t answer him as pleasure takes over your mind and all you can do is moan. James also succumbs to the pleasure, sweat on his furrowed brow and tension building in his muscles as he quickly approaches his euphoric end.

But no — he won’t allow himself that until you are fully satisfied. He’ll bring you to your release over and over again before he even thinks about stopping.

With a scream, your vision turns white and your body stiffens up. James cries with pleasure, almost sobbing at the heavenly convulsions of your tight walls around him. As you slowly go limp beneath him, he finally succumbs to his own pleasure, satisfied that had reached your peak already. With a loud, shuddering moan, James pumps you full of his pent-up cum but he doesn’t stop thrusting. His movements are significantly more sluggish but he’s determined to push his white, thick release as deep as it can go.

“You’re so beautiful…” he doesn’t pull out, “my beautiful girl, all mine,” you feel his large hand gently press against the soft skin of your belly and you hear the smile in his voice when he realises– “you’re full of me now. You took me so well, baby,” he coos beside your ear, his hot breath sending a shudder down your spine.

Tilting you both over to lay on your side, he presses into you from behind and cuddles you close. The two of you lay there catching your breaths with James still buried inside you, determined not to pull out and spill all signs of your union.

“...James?” you ask quietly after finally managing to catch your breath.

“Yes, love?” he purrs lowly, kissing behind your ear as he pulls you impossibly close. The affection makes your heart flutter lightly. It’s impossible to deny him like this. Why did he have to make you feel so good? Why did he have to make you feel so loved?

“Please just… think about it?” He tenses up and you hold your breath in preparation for what may come.

“Think about what?...” his hands begin to wander at your front, his delicate touch tracing an unbroken path over your soft skin, “About how much I love you? How much I dream of our future together?”

His words make you tear up, “No, not that—”

“Then, about how beautiful you are? Because you’re very beautiful, my love,” still inside you, James’ fat cock begins to rise again, erect and throbbing for friction, lots of friction.

“J-James–! Ahh! Wait!”

“And I don’t think you realise how beautiful you are, pet~” he coos almost demeaningly, ignoring your squirming, “it’s about time I show you just how beautiful you really are, and how beautifully you take my cock.” your breath stills at the implication, making James smirk into your hair, “Ready for round two?”

Yelping pathetically, James lifts you like a ragdoll and shuffles you both into the bathroom. He had to pull out for the manoeuvre and thick globes of his release poke at the ring of muscle at your entrance. The sensation makes you whimper and clench around nothing, making his hot cum slip out and begin crawling down your inner thigh. Inside the bathroom, James leans you over the sink and carefully parts your hair to kiss the slope of your shoulder before his large hands grab the globes of your ass to pry them apart delicately.

The sight of his thick cum oozing out of your pussy and leaking down your inner thigh pulls a guttural groan from the depths of James’ chest. “You’re so fucking sexy baby,” he praises and smirks at the whimper his comment pulls from your pretty lips, “but what a waste of my cum.” He positions himself behind you, feet shoulder-width apart, and presses his mushroom tip against your wet opening. You’ve become so sensitive that the simple touch makes you squirm but his strong hold on your hips keeps you still. Without warning, he pushes inside so violently, you cry out and fall forward. You would have hit your head if your hands hadn’t come up to brace you against the large wall mirror above the sink.

“Letting my cum drip out of you like that means I need to fill you up again, lovie,” he coos sweetly as if he wasn’t railing you from behind and pushing more of his thick cum out of you. He’s using his spilt seed as lubrication for your second round. “What a devious little minx you are,” James rests his chin against your bare shoulder, his bent-over form hitting a new angle and making you wail in pleasure, “I bet you pushed it out on purpose so I would pump you full again.” He kisses your cheek and you have to face down so you didn’t have to watch yourself getting savagely fucked by the devilish beast who’d possessed your loving boyfriend’s (ex? – that broke your heart) chiselled body. If you continued watching the erotic scene, you would cum too quickly and… you didn’t want that…

“Look at yourself!” James demands and pushes your chin up from underneath, forcing you to watch yourself get fucked.

Eyes wide, you try to look away but he holds your chin in place, “N-no! James!”

“Why not?” he pants heavily, pleasure evident on his beautiful face. You can tell that he was savouring the feeling of you with the way every odd twitch of his brow perfectly corresponded to the sporadic tightening of your walls, “you look so beautiful, my love, see?” he meets your eyes in the mirror, “you’re an angel, an angel who’s perfectly made for me. And I, you,” his poetry weakens your resolve more and more, “Don’t you see how beautiful we look together? We’re the perfect match, baby.” your moans and pants fog up the mirror, unable to say anything back as you’re too lost in the pleasure. James takes his hand away from your chin and focuses on aiming every powerful thrust perfectly so that you feel every tingle of pleasure spike up your spine. Maybe it’ll be able to convince you to stay with him despite his mother’s unwarranted comments.

Feeling yourself tear up at your lover’s words and the sight of your pairing, you turn to the side, only to gasp at the new sight. The glass barrier of the shower provides you with the faintest reflection of your full-body lovemaking with James. His toned body and perfectly carved muscles make him look like a god and he was fucking you as if he had never felt pleasure like this before. His powerful thrusts make your ass bounce rhythmically and his down-turned face makes it obvious how transfixed he is with the movement, urging him to continue despite the ache in his legs and hips.

Seeing the two of you joined together like this and fully lost in the throes of passion stirs something in your lower belly. It’s familiar and aching and hot and—

Throwing your head back, you scream in pleasure and reach your high once again. Your legs are shaking and your hands try to grip the surface of the mirror in an attempt to steady the convulsions of your upper body. Behind you, James gives a few more powerful thrusts before spilling his hot cum inside you again. With the way your walls pulse and throb around him, your uterus wanted to swallow every bit of his cum and make a baby. And with how viscous his release is, there’s a high chance you’ve become pregnant.

Your legs are weak but James keeps you up with steady hands and a secure frame. Again, despite already reaching his high, James doesn’t stop thrusting into you until you’re whimpering from overstimulation. Finally coming to a full stop, James lets out something between a sob and a groan, burrowing his face into your shoulder, “Don’t leave me— please don’t leave me… I love you,” where his lashes press against your skin, a wetness pools and you’re alerted to his tears.

You take a shuddering breath and reach up a hand to comb through your lover’s untamed curls. “I’ll stay Jamie…” James almost snaps his neck in half looking up, his wide, hopeful eyes connecting with yours in the mirror.

“You..?”

“I’ll stay,” you repeat gently but firmly, smiling at him.

“Really?”

“Yes really,” you giggle at his visage; he looks like a kid on Christmas day. “At this rate, I don’t really have a choice,” you begin teasingly as his brows furrow in wonder, “after all of that, I might as well be pregnant right now,”

Your joke isn’t met with a humorous chuckle like you expect, instead, there’s a stirring inside you. Gasping softly, you turn your head and meet James’ dark stare with wide-eyed shock, “Jamie! It’s t-too soon—” he captures your lips fiercely and begins ramming into you for the third time – in a matter of seconds, he had become rock hard again. However, in the state that you were in, sensitive from overstimulation, there isn’t a chance of you lasting longer than a minute. “A-ahhhh! James!”

“Fuck! I love you so much~” James moans deeply, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he pulls back from the heated kiss, “you drive me fucking crazy,” you try holding on for as long as you can but James slapping your ass only to grip possessively at the flesh was all it took to make you cum again. The high makes you tear up, becoming a pitiful, whimpering mess beneath your tenacious lover.

“I want to make sure you’re really pregnant by the end of tonight,” James comments as he presses a kiss into the back of your head. “We can keep going until sunrise, can’t we, love?”

There’s only one true answer to that, “yes~”

A/N : please excuse my inexperience, this is the first official nsfw oneshot i've written ever. the only 'qualification' i have is that i am an avid reader of nsfw content so...yeah, i'd appreciate some constructive criticism wherever possible just please go easy on me... also, i apologise for the long wait since my preview of the piece, i had to rearrange the scenes and rewrote some stuff but it's finally here so i hope you darlings enjoyed the read!

p.s i worked on this on and off for a long time so please excuse me if it feels patchy in some areas (｡Ó﹏Ò｡)

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