âf-fuck baby you feel sâgood around meâŠâ james whispered in your ear. he had your calves rested up on his shoulders, and his chest pushed up against your tits.
your mouth fell open into a perfect âoâ shape, and his name spilled from your tongue like a mantra. âjames, james, jaaamesssâŠ. youâre so d-deep.!â
he chuckled, snapping his hips back into yours. âyeah baby? iâm so deep in you? is my dick too big for your pretty pussy?â james teased with a condescending tone.
you nodded before he caught your lips in a kiss.
both your mouths moved in perfect harmony, as his thrusts picked up speed. james started to groan into your mouth, before pulling away.
âmmh- y/n you feel sâgood⊠your pussy is just sucking me in.â james let out a muffled moan into your neck. âcan i take it off? please- iâll pull out!â
he peered into your eyes, searching for your answer.
you were so caught up in the moment, and the pleasure felt too good. âyes james! s-shit take it off, just pull out.â
he pulled out of your sex with a grimace, and grabbed at the latex that divided your velvety walls from his cock.
it slid off with ease, he threw it to the side of his thigh, and pushed right back into you. âyou feel it baby? my big veiny dick rubbing up against your sweet spot? in your little, tight pussy? huh?â
you moved your legs from his shoulders and wrapped it around his waist, resting lightly on the curve of his ass.
âyou want me deeper, yeah? such a cockslut..â
your eyes rolled back as you felt the tip of his cock hit your cervix, and a loud, raw moan ripped from your throat.
ângh! james! mâclose-â
hearing that, his hips picked up the pace and thrusted into you at godly speeds. at the same time, he snaked a hand onto your puffy clit, rubbing it in rhythm to his hips.
your chest heaved as you felt the coil in your stomach begin to tighten rapidly. with the added stimulation of his fingers on your clit, you felt a hot, sudden gush spring out your cunt.
you screamed his name and bucked your hood wildly into his touch. your release kept gushing out, covering his balls, thighs, stomach, and the sheets underneath you both.
âyes baby, make a mess all me and my cock.. yâlook so sexy when you cum.â he encouraged, riding you through your high.
though as he continued to ride out your orgasm, he was still chasing his own. âshit baby, i know itâs too much but iâm gonna cum- fuck! w-where do you want me?â jamesâ eyes searched your own, that currently started to cry. âf-feels so good- so full-â you moaned, âi-inside james, fill me up please!â
he smiled at your broken response, âare you sure? nevermind- shit iâm gonna cum!â james quickly pushed his chest against yours as he groaned into the kiss he caught your lips in, finishing inside your soaked hole.
james kept kissing you as his dick twitched, releasing every drop of him in you. you could feel the temperature of it swirling inside you, and it was a lot.
he eventually pulled away, and rested his head on your tits. âyâso perfect for me y/n.â
james also begin to pull out, sliding out of your pussy with ease. when he did, the mixture of his and your cum begin to flood out. âcanât have this slipping out can we?â he chuckled, pushing the release back into you with his slender fingers.
you both looked over the condom the sat on the side of yours & his thighs.
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Ë.âê°à§§ à»ê±â.Ë . . . There are many times when you feel like you're a bad person and then think to yourself, 'But isn't everyone?' Three times out of five, you're the villain in someone else's story, or even the victim without realizing it. But what if you're both? Do you label yourself as the bad person or the victim? Is that even for you to decide?
âIâm really worried. Fuck. It was just his birthday,â your boyfriend stresses on the other end of the phone. You're looking at yourself in the mirror, your phone on speaker as you run your nails over the bruises along your neck. It looks like a vampire attacked you. Actually, not even that. Vampire bites are smaller compared to the blob of hickeys you have. âEveryone's looking for him, and it's making me worried, you know? It's starting to feel real as fuck, and... I don't know. I don't know.â It almost sounds like he's pulling at his hair.
âHeâs probably fine, just scaring everyone to fuck with you guys.â You try to calm him down, and you'll admit you're the worst at comforting people. You probably could've said something else to make him feel better, judging by the annoyed scoff that leaves his lips. âAre you fuckinâ stupid? Why would he--â Your boyfriend cuts himself off. He must've realized something. âYou know what? I'm not even gonna argue with you. My friend's missing, and you donât even know him like that.â
You roll your eyes at him for calling you stupid, thankful you aren't on FaceTime. Then again, you wouldn't have minded him seeing just how annoying you think he's been since you answered the call. Though from his perspective, you can see why he feels so overwhelmed and snappy right now. You're not a monster. Sighing, you let your necklace fall from where you've been twirling it around your finger, the jewelry resting back between the valley of your breasts. To further add to your thankfulness for not being on FaceTime, you're naked. Not like it's anything he hasn't seen before, but that's not what he'd be mad about.
You almost try not to laugh when you speak again. âYou're right, I donât know him like you do. I was just trying to make you feel better. I'm sorry.â Your eyes drift back down to your chest, eyeing the trail of hickeys that get darker the closer they are to your nipple piercings. You shake your head. So greedy. How are you even supposed to cover all these?
âNah, this isn't the first time you've tried to downplay a serious situation. It's starting to piss me off when you act like a brat out of nowhere.â Since when does trying to calm your boyfriend down suddenly sound bratty? Is he really trying to pick a fight right now? âBabe.â You need to pick your next words wisely, or you're scared he'll just get even more annoyed. He gets annoyed at everything when he's stressed. âYou're stressed out right now, so please just chi--â
âThere's no way my girlfriendâs âbout to fuckin' tell me to chill while my best friend's missing. Holy shit. Youâre actually the most heartless bitch I've ever--â âGoodbye.â You hang up the call. He's seriously crazy if he thinks you don't draw the line at being called a bitch. He's the bitch who's done far worse shit to you.Â
At the same time, aren't you just as bad?
You throw your phone aside, turning away from the mirror to look over at your bed. Or rather, at whoâs on your bed, sitting up against the headboard with your blanket only covering him from the waist down. The top of his V-line is still visible. How could someone look this good after doing the most insane things to you all morning? He's insane. This whole situation is insane. "You need to leave," you say. You bend down, grabbing the clothes scattered all over your room. He doesn't move a muscle, just watching you pick up his clothes. How could he look away? Imagine a sexy woman in front of you with her pierced tits out, ready to twist. Wouldn't you stare too? If you say no, you're just straight up lying.
"Do I?" James sees you've found his boxers. So that's where they went. "How 'bout another round?" You pause your frantic movements just to throw the clothes bunched under your arm straight at his face.
âDid you not hear what he said? Everyone's looking for you!â It was James' birthday, and everyone had been celebrating. Since your boyfriend is his best friend in the whole world, he'd thrown him a surprise party at his place. A surprise pool party, more like. How did he end up naked in your bed after the two of you went a crazy amount of rounds, especially considering the party was at your boyfriend's, aka his best friend's house, you ask? Well, would it be even more fucked if you said this isn't the first time?
"I heard." James nods. "I don't care. Are you sure you don't want another round?" He pats the bed. You hate the fact that he doesn't care about the shit coming out of your mouth, but you also hate the way he tilts his head to the side so invitingly, the ends of his hair kissing his brows. His bottom lip is fuller than his top lip, but they're the same shade of pink you like sucking on until they turn red. Today, he only has one spiky earring in since he lost the other one in the pool yesterday.
This whole thing would've been less fucked up if you didn't enjoy it so much. How many rounds deep were you in? You basically had to snatch yourself away from James when your phone started blowing up earlier. Again, you had no idea what round you were on, but the aftershocks of your orgasms left you shaking. You felt so drunk and dirty, just flipping from one position to the next, but it felt too good to stop. You're pretty sure your voice sounded raspy as hell by the time you finally answered your boyfriend's nineteenth call.
"Fuck it." The damage was already done, so why stop now? You basically jumped onto the bed. James immediately caught your jaw and pulled your mouth down to his.
( people in my taglist, although it is not highly suggestive, please don't read if uncomfortable though nothing here is taken out of boundaries or anything more than kissing and is written through mood & feeling. thank you cuties ! )
you like to say yours and james' patience runs strong during friend group events, knowing that you'll eventually see each other right after but you didn't know that seeing him enter with a whole new look will lead to your patience loosening.
the moment him and his friends entered with their usual grand enterance, you remained still-faced until you met his stare, and you swore the calm persona you carried through broke apart.
you almost talked your thoughts out loud, your words came to a halt mid conversation with your friend, that when you tried to regain consciousness, your words began to stutter.
"having a hard time?" your friend joked, laughing at your stutter. you forced out a laugh with a shake of your head, "i think it's the alcohol." you muttered, scratching at your neck.
"right." she replied with a nod, suspicion running through.
"i'm so fucked." you groaned, leaning your head back against the refrigerator. your whole body heaved a deep sigh, the grip on your cup becoming loose.
the thought of james and all of a sudden ran through your head, the composure that you usually have became undone and he had only walked through the door.
this wasn't the person who you thought you were.
"are you okay?"
you snapped back into your thoughts, eyes flashing wide open as you felt a hand grip onto your shoulder, "you almost fell there, let's take a break on drinking, yeah?" your friend rushed hurriedly, grabbing the cup from your hand and placing it back onto the counter.
"no i'm fine i just â i drank too fast, ill go back to the couch." you smiled innocently, like you weren't just stress sweating a minute ago. "okay but if this happens again, we're dipping out of here."
"i'm fine." you reached out of her grip, fixing your hair as you made your way towards the couch.
you stepped in slowly, trying to avoid contact with everyone â specifically james. you felt your heart pounding, as you walked to one of the empty spots on the couches and by mind you sat next to james without intent, but just because it's a habit.
you sighed, running your hands down your bare thighs from nerves, feeling the warmth of james right beside you.
james noticed the small movement, raising an eyebrow at your impulsive breathing and your hands slowly rubbing up and down your legs like you tried to hide your nerves with comfort.
"you okay?" he leaned down, whispering against your ear, eyeing the people beside him.
"yeah im okay," you replied quietly. you looked over towards him, scanning his face. james met your gaze, staring deeply into you, "then why are you nervous?" he teased, a smile coming across his face.
your eyebrows furrowed, "i'm not nervous."
james saw the flutter in your eyes, the breaking in your voice, your voice getting quieter as the sentence progressed. he already knew the reasoning behind all your actions.
he hummed, "i believe you." he leaned back on the couch, shamelessly letting an arm rest behind you.
you shut your eyes, your arms coming to a cross, your heart only beating faster and faster. you already knew this night wasn't going to last the way you anticipated.
you sat beside james the whole time, easing off with conversations between you and your own friends, zoning out into spaces, anything to try to get james off of your mind.
james did the same thing â like usual; made conversations with his own friends, but his arm still rested behind you like it was a normal friendship action to do. good thing nobody questioned about it.
you really thought your composure regained itself with the distractions, with the ignorance of his arm behind you â though his hand got closer to closer to your shoulder as time went on and you never noticed until you felt the warmth of his hand on your shoulder, his fingers grabbing around the blade of it.
nobody noticed it â most likely too immersed in the different topics that were thrown around the room, but you sure did. your breath hitched mid conversation with your friend, the same stuttering happening all over again.
james smirked to himself, feeling the glow of your skin get hotter by his gesture, but he continued on with his conversations, despite the tension only getting deeper internally.
you tried laughing it off, giggling at whatever your friend had just said, regardless if it was humorous or not, you just needed to distract yourself harder.
but his hand dragged down the sole of your shoulder, reaching down to your elbow, then raising it back up to your blade, resting it there once again.
you bit your lip, letting out a deep breath, as you removed your gaze from your friend.
her voice came to a stop, as you snapped your head towards her, nervous that she may have caught on. "are you okay?" she titled her head.
"yeah?" you replied, confused.
"oh you just looked away from me randomly, i thought something happened again." her lips slanted, worry written all over her face.
you looked at her dumbfounded, not sure if she was being sarcastic or if she was completely oblivious to the hand that was currently rubbing up and down on your arm.
"are you drunk?" you questioned.
"no?" she furrowed her eyebrows, "why would you think that?"
you looked at her up and down, "just - just continue. i'm listening."
"i'll just talk to you later." she rolled your eyes, "or i'll talk to someone else that won't look away from me mid conversation." she huffed out a breath, crossing her arms in the meantime.
you looked over to james, watching the way he scrolled on his phone. "what the fuck are you doing?" you leaned in closer, yelling out quietly.
he met your gaze, "i'm on my phone." he replied blankly, "what are you accusing me of?"
"look at where your hand is and tell me what i'm accusing you of?"
"i'm touching my girl?"
you closed your eyes, "look where we are. if someone sees this you're fucked."
"i don't think they know regardless." he looked around the room, "they're all drunk. also, your friend didn't even catch it. i could make out with you right now and nobody would know."
you rolled your eyes, smiling hard, blush seeping through your cheeks, "don't talk to me like that, you're already doing this."
he chuckled, "i can talk to you however i want cause i know you wouldn't mind."
your tongue met the inside of your cheek, scanning his face once again. you felt your breath becoming rapid, your stare getting lost into his face, words coming blank to your mind.
"i'm going back to the kitchen." your voice came out soft, shaking your head away from any thoughts getting further the more you looked at him.
he smiled, "i'll be waiting for you"
"please don't be." you joked, rushingly getting up from your seat, making your way over the ruckus on the floor.
james watched you as you walked away, both of his arms coming to the top of the couch.
you let a hand run down your forearm, letting out another deep breath that was held in for a long time. you swore that you were going to be out of oxygen as the night approached, he was making you feral by this point.
and he knew.
you arrive to the kitchen, immediately resting your hands on the counter as the breeze from the semi opened window right above the sink settled in, causing you to squint your eyes at the air.
you ran a hand through your hair, letting it sit for a bit before running it through completely, your mind completely bombarded.
his looks remained unchanged in your mind, he has always looked good but never this good to the point you felt feelings you never felt before.
you were always patient, always composed to everyone, nobody knew about your relationships simply because you knew how to handle one privately â but now, you fell like a whole different person.
he knew what he was doing, he knew how you felt and he just wanted to see how far you could go.
you heard shuffling come from behind you, soft footsteps approaching behind you. you looked up at the reflection of the window and your lips immediately came to a smirk, dipping your head back down to stare down at the marble.
he stared at the back of your head the whole time, now resting his back against the counter beside you as he now stared at your side profile.
he dipped his hands in the pockets of his sweats, "you're acting different than usual." he finally broke the silence, lowly.
"you know what you're doing james," you huffed out a breath, raising your head up to look over at him, "i know what you're doing." you added on.
"what am i doing?" he raised an eyebrow. "don't act stupid cause you never do this in front of people." you replied back in an argumentative tone.
"don't get messy with me." he replied sternly, watching your change in demeanor, "i don't like when you start arguing with me."
you remove your hands off the counter, moving closer to him before coming to a stop right in front of him.
his hands stayed flat against the counter, looking at you up and down, watching you carefully. his mind fought the urge to bring his hands towards you, but he wanted to see where you'd take this.
you brought your hands onto his lower stomach, gliding it up until it landed onto his collarbone, meeting his gaze.
he watched you deeply, "don't start this."
you smiled, "you started this." you titled your head, bringing obvious tease onto the scene.
his heart fluttered, letting out a breathy chuckle. he finally brought his hands onto your waist, bringing you in closer until both of your chests glued together, "but i don't like when you do it."
you pouted sarcastically, your hands sliding up to his cheeks, bringing his face closer.
he immediately looked down to your lips, then back to your eyes. he chuckled once again, with a shake of his head, rising his head up a bit, "you're fucking crazy."
"how am i crazy?" you smiled. he licked his lips, heaving a breath, "you're doing this to me knowing that there's people out there."
you hummed, "now you know how i feel." you nodded slowly, "but you're only saying that because you know i won."
"won wh â"
you brought his face back down, planting a quick, lingering kiss onto his lips. you pulled back smiling, and he chased to meet your lips again, but your head retracted back before he could.
"don't get ahead of yourself, maybe someone's watching." you laughed, sliding his hands off of you. you turned on your heels, now leaving him to sulk in the kitchen.
he tried to reach out for your arm, but your legs were faster than him. he placed both of his hands back onto the counter, throwing his head back with a small smile.
you made your way back to the living room , scanning the scene; everyone got worse, multiple cups stacked onto the table, some of them sleeping on the floor â it was a mess.
you stopped in your tracks when you felt a sudden spark reappear in your stomach as your eyes gazed over the spot you and james sat in prior, now empty, yearning for your name.
your mind replayed the moment that happened seconds ago, the shift in tension, the closeness, his stare, his presence â the confidence you had before, is now gone.
you moved forward into the room, grabbing your car keys off of the coffee table.
"where are you going?" one of the boys asked, sitting up straight like you leaving was the end of the world. "home?" you squinted your eyes.
they groaned, "it's only like ten pm though."
"yeah and i'm going home." you rolled your eyes, brushing your top, getting ready to head to the enterance.
"no you're not." you heard a voice call out, the room falling silent. you turned around, only to meet james standing right by the couch.
oh's, flooded around the room, some of them trying to hold in their laughter at the sudden remark from james after being quiet for so long.
"he's serious too." one of his friends added intently, too engaged in the sudden change of tension.
you rolled your eyes once more, "i'm going home."
"why?" james questioned.
your mind froze, searching for an excuse, "i'm tired and i have a cat to feed." you turned back around, ready to head out.
"no don't go home!" one of your friends picked herself up from the couch, running straight to your arms, indulging you into a tight hug, "you can't go.." she mumbled into the crook of your neck, the cup in her hand only getting deeper and deeper into your stomach at that point.
"you're so fucking drunk." you patted her back, laughing while trying to pull back but she only emerged forward after every movement, pain now striking in, "your cup..." you said softly, panic scattering your body.
everyone rised up from the couch as they saw your expression shift to panic, trying to remove her from the scene.
"i told you to hold her down, she's so drunk." one of the other girls yelled out to the guy that sat beside her. "she left me!" he yelled back.
you opened your eyes, catching james in the corner of your eye, standing there almost like he was admiring the scene. "you going to help or what dude?" you yelled out loud.
"your girl is calling for you bro." one of his friends teased, patting his shoulder as he dragged the girl back onto the couch.
you stare wide eyed between the two of them, your eyebrows furrowing as your chest heaved up and down, "what the fuck is wrong with you." you yelled out, grabbing your stomach in the process.
"this is why im leaving, all of you guys are a mess." you turned on your heels but instead of rushing to the enternace you settled yourself into the bathroom that was down the hall.
you weren't even in pain anymore, it was more fury than anything. you knew the relationship was secretive but you had just gotten hurt and he had stood there in awe the whole time.
it got to you when you realized his own friends cared more about you than him and it genuinely upsetted you and that almost made him become fully erased from your mind â just like what happened in the kitchen scene.
you planted your car keys onto the counter, flatting the top of your hair down, fixing the flyaways as it got progressively messier when they tried removing your friend.
"what the hell bro?" you whispered to yourself, trying to fix anything that had gotten ruin physically.
the door suddenly opened, leading your movements to a halt.
"listen â" the sudden entry started.
you groaned deeply, "there's no listen. get out." you faced toward the door, peaking through the creek of the opened door, "please leave me alone." you whined when you realized who it was.
he didn't listen, instead he opened the door further, making you push away from it, leaving no room to push him away any farther.
"i know you're mad at me." he whispered, closing the door behind him. "of course i'm mad at you, you didn't even protect me."
"i didn't know what to do. and you know how she is, she's crazy." his tone remained calm, the lack of anger laced in his voice,
"still, it was a whole glass cup and you stood there." you sighed in disbelief.
"realistically, everyone was already up to help you â"
"but i wanted you to help me." you cut him off, slightly harsh.
he sighed, fingers running through his hair.
just by that moment, you felt the anger flush away within a second, your eyes beaming into him, erasing your thoughts completely.
you sighed back â not from disbelief of the situation this time, but more so from the same feeling you had felt earlier when he entered.
the new look, the way his whole persona changed just by a small detail. it almost made you not want to argue anymore â the feeling fuming its way back into you once again,
"i don't like how you're acting today." you crossed your arms, "you never, ever do this during a group hangout. it's like you dyed your hair and knew how i was going to act."
"or maybe you put a spell on me." you added on.
he laughed, stepping closer to you, "that's exactly it. i just know you so well."
"is this really the day you want us to expose â our whatever we have â to everyone in this house right now?"
"well that depends on how obvious you make it."
you rolled your eyes, arms coming down to your side in defeat, "you made it more obvious than me."
"i just wanted to show you some love." he mumbled, stepping even more closer, watching you with a look that made your heart beat fast.
"stop," your lips forming into a slight pout that eventually turned into a smile.
he chuckled, not even bothering with a reply as he brought a hand to your waist and the other one on your chin, bringing your face closer to his.
you looked in between his lips and his stare, sweat bawling up on the palm of your hands, your nervous system getting intense, the heat now running through your body.
your brought your hands up to the back of his neck, unintentionally bringing his face even closer to your own, lips only inches away from being touched.
"i knew you weren't going to stay angry at me." he mumbled, his breath fanning your lips. "shut up." you whispered, as you were the one who finally closed the distance.
his lips immediately took charge, the hand that was on your chin fell down to the other side of your waist, pulling you in even closer.
it was the usual soft kiss he always gave you, the passionate one that went on for hours and never got too intense â the one that screamed the patience you had for each other, never rushing the moment.
he titled his head, bring you in deeper into the kiss. your hands glided to his chest, soft breathing filling up the room.
the sound of chatter, the sound of bottles clinking, the sound of the hum from the tv fell into the back of your mind as it remained on james, feeding into the moment.
it seemed like the same way for him as he slowly controlled the kiss more intensely; his hand moving to the sole of your back, rubbing up and down, as the other reached the back of your thigh.
you caught onto the signal as your legs wrapped around his waist. he guided you onto the counter in a swift motion, both of his hands landing back onto your waist as you sat down on the edge of the marble.
your arms wrapped around his neck, shoving him deeper into the kiss to the point where he was hovering over you on top of the counter, the back of your head almost meeting the backsplash on the wall.
he broke away from the kiss, his breath still heavy on you, "you trying to make me sit up here with you or something?" he chuckled with humor, but the heat on his face, the slight purse of his lips didn't make you find the comment funny, only wanting more.
"not my intention." you replied blankly, eyes scanning back down to his lips, as you brought him back with no hurry.
"damn." he mumbled to himself against your lips, your lips now becoming more intense â the mood now feeling more like love than anything else.
"yo james what the fuck are you doing in there?" a muffled voice was heard from behind the door, alongside with some harsh knocks, the loud noise forcefully making you two break the kiss.
"dude." he whispered, "this is dangerous love." he shook his head, his head falling to the crook of your neck.
"you better go otherwise we're gonna expose ourselves." you managed to let out, despite the fact that your face was flushed and the flyaways that were once up were now stuck to your forehead.
"at this point, i don't even care." he met your gaze, "hide in the shower, i'll leave first."
"yeah go help the drunk one out there otherwise she'll shove a cup into you too."
he shook his head with laughter, "i love you." he planted a kiss onto your cheek, before sliding off of you.
you watched him intently, "also keep the blonde it looks nice â really nice on you." you smiled, kicking your feet that hung off the counter, watching him clean himself off.
"wait did you just say i love you?"
ness ËËË YOO JAMES WORK!! who cheered cause i did. the blonde hair got a hold on me for awhile and i was down to write something for him... i can't write anymore help me
â*ââ§âË religious theme, blasphemy, ponderous sexual tension, dubcon undertone, religious guilt, hint of sub!james,mdni
you're a non-believer and promise to never believe in anything that you couldn't see. going to this unknown church that is located far from your hometown isn't even your choice by heart. if it's not for your individual assignment, you would rather go to a haunted house than this building.
a young priest, maybe one year younger than you, has been noticing your visit to the church almost daily, and he never bothers with the fact that you only visit it when nobody is around. but, the fact that he was watching you at the bench, as well as journaling about religious stuff, annoyed you to your core.
one day, you purposely wear an exposed outfit, a low-waist mini denim shorts with a few rips on the thighs, paired with long boots and pale green checkered flannel with nothing inside it; you just want to see if that priest actually cares or not. he must be fuming watching someone disrespect his holy place, you thought.
"you can't go here wearing such an outfit, young miss."
the priest finally spoke. his voice is deeper than you imagine. his gaze is cold; his jawline and nose are sharp. he has a majestic look. even in a cassock. your eyes swiftly move from his face to the stainless steel rosary before you lock your gaze with his. he has this cold reaction too on his face, nonchalant to be exact, and that amuses you even more.
"you can talk?"
you asked, sarcastically.
"what do you want?"
"i'm an architecture student. i need to analyze this building and write an essay about it."
"what's with the outfit, then?"
"to finally make you talk."
the priest released a deep sigh.
it took both of you less than a minute and you're finally in that church together with the priest named james. he asked you to button up the flannel before he offered his long-sleeved shirts he got at the back of his car to cover your exposed thighs. he follows you from behind; sometimes he takes several glances at you, who are busy analyzing the stained-glass windows, empty seats, and quiet altar while jotting down notes. the smell of old wood and candle wax lingers in the air.
"it looks older on the inside."
"mhm. it's the oldest church in this town too."
you nodded before you turned your body, facing james. he was flabbergasted when you suddenly stopped walking and writing but he managed to stay laid-back. he clears his throat, fingers clenching on his rosary. it seems he is going to face a challenge soon.
"pretty sure you know a lot about this church. tell me more. i need more details than what i can see."
from discussing and asking the history of the church to talking about something personal about each other, the atmosphere in the archive room is getting hotter. you unbutton your flannel and give the shirt back to james. a slow "thank you" escape from your lips.
"if you don't believe what you can't see, do you believe in what you feel?"
james asked, while you were still jotting down. sitting on the dusted floor and your single bang of your hair covering your eyes from the side, he can't deny that you're prettier than this church. maybe he needs to study you more, just like how you're in-depth with this old building. realizing whatever sentiment he feels, james immediately snaps into reality and asks you to go home since it's almost dawn.
but not both of you are ending up home.
james's question made you dumbfounded. you do believe in what you feel. and you believe it is never wrong. you nodded your head, finally looking up, eyes locking with james's who's leaning on the wooden shelf.
and you believe the air and the space you shared with him now twist something in you. and you believe he feels the same way too. the tension is heavy, a tad bit awkward but none of you move. until you stand up, brush off the dust from your back, and walk closer to him before you corner him in between your arms.
"don't you feel a little bit hot, wearing all this up in here?"
you ask. it's only the small gap between you and your powdery scent that makes james having a hard time swallowing his own saliva. you don't even lay your finger on him yet. because you want him, who everyone believes is a total saint and sin-free, to hold you first.
"i'm used to it."
"to what? being so closed with women like this?"
silence. only the sound of breathing and cicadas breaking the air. james stare on the ground instead of looking straight at you. he never commits such a sin that is associated with women. the worst he ever did so far was trying cannabis.
the air feels heavier. none of you say anything. you wait for his response, and he waits for god to help him.
"priest james?"
"don't call me that."
you raised an eyebrow. amused at the sight of him suddenly sounding firmer than usual. the way you call him that just does something he never felt before. and he don't want to feel it again. it make him feel sinful.
"why, you got turned on?"
his fingers once again clenching to the rosary, he fidgets with it as he closes his eyes. in this kind of moment, he needs help from his god, but maybe this time, god really wants to test him to see whether his faith is strong or not.
"you're sure a virgin and very religious. and i adore you for that."
letting out a forced chuckle, you break the proximity by pulling away but less than a few seconds later, the priest takes your wrist. holding it in a tremble. a subtle smile forms at the corner of your lips.
"if you come here for research, make it look like it."
he utters right after he releases the grip from yours. he backfacing you swiftly; his rosary hangs and swings slow, making a clinking sound when it hit the shelf. his hands hold tight the rosary, closing eyes and mumbling something. his action caught you off guard.
"what are you praying for?"
"i'm praying for you to leave before i stop being the man i promised god i would be."
the room sounds quieter; even the sounds of cicadas can't be heard anymore. his words don't make you feel offended. you don't even feel like teasing him anymore as you genuinely feel curious. you move closer to him.
"do you think god will hate you just because of whatever you feel right now?"
he is quiet for a moment before he replies.
"button up your flannel."
"you don't answer my question."
james hold the rosary so tight that the tiny cross starts to leave a mark on his palm. he finally facing you.
"god never hates the feeling. but he despises the action."
"don't do it then."
a snicker escaped from the priest's dried lips. your eyes caught the tiny cross mark on his palm before you looked at his face again.
"leave."
"pray harder to your god. make me leave."
and that's all it takes for james to finally make a move. when you disrespect his god, when you are non-stop teasing and challenging him.
james grab your wrist, brings you to the door and pins you against it. his hands are still on the wrist. even with his whole body trembling, his grip is firm.
"button up your flannel and then leave."
his cheeks burn red. you stare at his face, analyzing his features before finally your eyes land on his lips. you love the fact his hand never leaves your wrist despite him asking you to go.
"do it for me."
maybe he doesn't want to argue anymore. the tension is draining him. without any question, he buttons up your flannel. he try his best to not make any contact with your bare body. however, his eyes can't stop looking at the sight of your nipple. his throat feels like wrapping with a thorn that he can't swallow easily. you enjoy the sight of him trying his best to be a good man to his god. you purposely toying with his rosary, making it harder for him to breathe. and his dick too.
the tiny cross slips in between your fingers, feeling cold from the steel. you're fidgeting with it so hard that it falls off from its clasp. but neither of you bends down and picks it up. you tilt your head, watching james who keeps on looking at your face instead of the cross on the dirty floor.
he has been fighting with his own lust and he knows he is not strong enough to fight with anything anymore. slowly, he grabs your hands to help him caress your stomach up to your chest with the tips of his fingers. his gentle and unsure movement makes your knees turn into jelly. you never expect that you'll shudder from his action too. it turns you weak to see someone who seems so devoted to god trembling over a woman like him. like now.
you caresses his back before locking your fingers in his hair. a small whimper flees from him. he look at you with heavy lids in between your cleavage. his blown-out pupils immediately get you soaked under there. he feels you're prettier when you're looking down on him that he quickly gets down on his knees. his fingertips follow down, trailing your bare skin to your thigh. his eyes still on yours.
"forgive me god, for what i am about to commit i'll repent later."
going to sleep ungroped my waist ungrabbed and my pussy unrubbed through my panties what a sick and twisted world we live in what is society planning to do about this
the fact that James looks so sexy at the fashion week the same day as I'm ovulating...I'm not living so far away from Paris so if he wants to come over my door is open (and my legs too)
the fact that James looks so sexy at the fashion week the same day as I'm ovulating...I'm not living so far away from Paris so if he wants to come over my door is open (and my legs too)
a/n; thank you for the many anons about anton ive expanded out of nct territory,, keep the asks comin
cw: cursingggg, reader likes em submissiveđ€Ł she just like me, making out, mama as a pet name, smut â anton gets hard from kissing, p in v sex, him talking nasty asf, he kinda cries, very switch vibes from him
summary: having a boy best friend is so embarrassing
âyou know i almost died last night, bro?â
absentmindedly tapping on his bowl of cereal, anton leaned forward against the counter of his kitchenette. his brows furrowed in confusion. âyou what?â
âso, i was using the bathroom last night, right,â
âuh⊠huh.â
âand some random girl just walked in and flicked the light on.â you reached into antonâs fridge to get a bottle of water, âi thought you were getting robbed.â
anton almost choked on his cereal, âoh no, iâm sorry. i think i actually heard you both yell.â
âyeah, you need to fuckinâ warn me, man. donât let me stay over and then have girls over. i got cussed out.â
anton tried to stifle his laugh â to absolutely no avail.
all you wanted to do was quietly use the bathroom and you decided to leave the light off to like⊠save energy. only to end up being scared out of your skin by one of antonâs late night companions.
âgod, what the hell!â the girl jumped backwards, almost hitting her head on the doorframe as you reached to cover yourself. âwho are you??â
you raised a brow. you knew who she could have been, butâ
âgirl, who are you?â you countered.
you knew damn well you should have kept your mouth shut, because you got called the fuck out. âwell, anton didnât say he had a girlfriend, are you his girlfriend? did i just wreck a home?â uh.. no. âhow come you werenât here when we got back but youâre here now?â uhh⊠âif youâre not his girl, and he has no roommates, why are you here in the middle of the night?â ⊠â deep down you knew you were the problem here.
unlike anton, you werenât lucky enough to have parents who would pay for you to live in a nice little apartment for the entirety of college, so you lived with your two roommates; one of which was at the height of a loverâs quarrel with her partner. things had gotten so bad between them that the morning of this incident â or rather the morning before â seeing as it happened at around 2am, anton kindly agreed to let you come back to his place after you finished work, and spend the weekend there. and so, you werenât there when anton and this poor girl got back to his apartment, because your shift ended about an hour after they had knocked each other out. you poor soul.
âwhy would you say that?â anton laughed at you, âyou donât live here.â
like you didnât know that⊠asshole. you flopped down in one of the dining chairs, attempting to flip your half drank water bottle, at his kitchen table. and failing. âi just couldnât stop myself from giving attitude. because, why are you trying to talk to me and iâm on the toilet⊠i needed her gone out the room.â
âwell. sheâs never gonna text me now.â
âno?â you rose a brow at him, âwell, would you have responded?â
anton was notorious (within your two person friendship) for losing the numbers of girls that he slept with. that or somehow indirectly manifesting for them to lose his number, so he had no choice but to move on to the next. he didnât see this as sleazy, fuckboy activity, however. he was simply just moving forwards through life. so in response to your question? anton just smiled back at you from where he was stood in the kitchenette. he didnât know the answer. not for sure at least.
âyou know she thought we were dating. she was so mad at you.â
his eyebrows shot up, âwell, did you defend me?â
âi said i would never date you, and that i was visiting because of the thing with my roommate.â in a display of nonchalance, you pressed down on your baby hairs and just looked on at him.
âwow,â anton pushed up off the counter and took his bowl to the sink. âthatâs sweet of you.â
âyâknow.â you waited for him to turn back and face you. âif i was one of these girls, i would hate the both of us.â
âwhy?â
you looked towards the ceiling, as if to try and find the words to say. âwell, i feel like iâm always hereâ like at your place. and we know almost everything about each other, i got a key to your house; weâre just, like, a little too close.â
âfirst of all, youâre not here enoughââ
you shot him a glare and he threw his hands up in defence. âanton, do you not see the problem with that statement?â
anton pursed his lips in supposedly deep thought. âdamn. i think youâve been cockblocking me.â
the way your brain short-circuited hearing him say thatâ usually it was you cursing. never him. âyouâve been cockblocking yourself, toni.â
âno, but iâm being serious. the girl i brought home was not the first girl i talked to that night. that usually doesnât happen.â anton came to sit by you at the table, putting a chair right next to yours but turning it the opposite direction so he could be facing you. subconsciously, you rest your feet on his thighs causing him to catch your ankles in his hands as you tried not to roll your eyes at possibly the most sleazy, frat boy coded statement you had ever heard.
âdo you actually hear yourself sometimes? this is not the sweet toni i grew up with. youâre something else.â
âgod, youâre right.â he laughed out. âi think all the attention is getting to my head.â
you leaned forward towards him, âoh, you think so?â
anton pushed your shoulder gently, âleave me alone, iâm coming to terms with it, iâmââ he struggled to find the word, âiâm self-reflecting.â
and then he paused. âdoes our friendship get you any less romantic attention?â
âhmm.â you had to think about it. though anton claims not to be a fuckboy intentionally â or what you liked to call a âself-proclaimed pussy magnetâ â you knew yourself that you werenât as⊠sexually outgoing (?) as anton. âno less than i had before, i guess. people that know you, know about our weird little friendship and then; you poor thing, you have to talk to two girls before you can get laid. but the people that know just me donât necessarily know about our weird little friendship.â
âhuh.â
ââcause iâm not trying to be like one of those girls that tells everyone about, âmy homeboy this, my homeboy thatâ and then everyone assumes weâre fucking and i cant even defend myself.â
anton tried to ignore his face warming up, âno, yeah. hah, is that really a thing?â a thought was definitely being formed.
âyes, bro, even i cringe at it. i donât wanna be that girl.â
âwait so, some of these guys, these friends, are actually like, sleeping with each other?â anton scratched the back of his neck, that was prickling with nerves.
âi mean, yeah, probably. the way they act.â you just laughed obliviously while antonâs mind started to fill up with ideas. like, say, if you were the kind of person who talked to others about your friendship with anton. would people think youâre so close that you might as well just.. be with each other? would people accuse you of sleeping together or dating even if you werenât?
âyo, imagine if that was usâŠâ
your head jolted in his direction and pure confusion painted your features in an incredulous expression, âanton, can you not⊠oh my god.â
his head dropped in laughter. as well as defeat.
but you missed that, so you continued. âno, that would be horrible. why would you even put that in my head?â
âso, iâm actually right here.â anton waved his hand at you and you laughed.
âno, no,â rushing to defend yourself, ânot in a mean way, i just. i wouldnât like the attention from people and, yeah, no. i donât know.â
âyeah, okay. i get that.â
âwhy do you ask anyway? what would you think if it was us?â you prodded back. you would never let him ask such a stressful question without getting him back. you needed to get even.
âoh.â anton was starting to think he should have never tried it with you. however. you getting that nervous from his initial asking the question gave him a slither of confidence. âi mean. i think that it would be interesting. itâd be kinda cool to see if we could get to know each other any more than we already do.â
âin what sense?â
âlike sex stuff.â antonâs voice was soft and quiet. âlike what youâre into, stuff like that.â
âwouldnât you like to know, chanyoung.â
he smiled at you, squinting in acknowledgement of your teasing âi would. tell me something.â
you gave it some thought before replying, âare you serious?â
he replied, âare you?â
you werenât entirely sure what that meant, but you took at as a case of âi am if you are, and if youâre not, neither am i.â
âokay, anton. itâs 9 in the morning, but uh.. i like a submissive man.â
the tips of antonâs ears grew hot. âoh, wow. tell me more.â
you laughed in his face. because no way these are the lines he uses when heâs picking up girls every other night. this was going to be the most embarrassing conversation you had ever had. like, ever. you crossed your legs over each other, still over antonâs thighs.
âthereâs nothing more to that statement really. your turn.â
âi like⊠kissing. but not just kissing like.. kissing.â he dragged the word out a little, really putting umph on it like you were gonna know exactly what he was talking about. you were so annoyed.
âbe so for real for a second.â
âwhat?!â
you sighed. âno, cause i really got a lot from that, thank you. now, i wish iâd kept quiet.â
âwhat, no! iâm just bad at explaining things.â you tried to retract your legs from antonâs and he grabbed your calf in attempts to stop you from curling in on yourself out of pure embarrassment.
you covered your face. âyeah, really bad.â
âlisten, i could show you better than i can tell you.â
âi bet you could, toni, but thatâs not gonna turn back time.â you immediately shot him down. before you realised. âwait okay, show me.
âoh, i didnât think youâd agree. i thought the idea of getting intimate with me was horrible?â
âi mean thatâs if people are aware of it and like⊠try to talk to me about it at school. right now, nobody knows. so i guess itâs less horrible.â
âalright, câmere.â anton held out his hand for you to lean into, taking your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours. gently pecking your lips a couple times before ghosting the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for permission. he ran the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip before pulling away just slightly to whisper, âcan you open up a little?â
you furrowed your brows up at him and he took that as confusion, laughing a little âi wanna put my tongue there.â
you parted your lips a little and he kissed you with tongue, making the both of you sigh quietly. with each movement of his jaw and of his lips against yours, his tongue made contact with yours and it triggered a build of warmth in your lower abdomen. each time his tongue licked into your mouth, it pulled a whine out of the back of your throat. your hands rose up into his hair and you breathing started to quicken. at this point, even though you were feeling significantly warmer than you did a few seconds ago, you still didnât realise what made this any different from âregularâ kissing. you figured anton was just being dramatic. that was until he sucked your tongue into his mouth along with your bottom lip. this made you straight up moan â you had to pull away.
âholy shit, anton.â
anton wiped the saliva off of his plush lips with his thumb. âsee itâs like kissing but itâs kissing.â
âwhat the hell.â you huffed out in a deep exhale, twisting a curl around one of your fingers. you didnât even know what to do with yourself after that.
anton tried to stop his eyes from dropping down to your heaving chest in the tight baby tee you were wearing as pajamas. he wanted to remain composed after putting the moves on you; maintain his shy, yet simultaneously confident demeanour. and then he remembered what you mentioned earlier. anton softened his voice ever so slightly. âif that was even possible.
âyou know, youâre a really good kisser.â he held eye contact with you and the delivery of his sentence immediately made you wet.
âum, thank you.â
anton leaned closer to you, keeping his voice hushed despite the fact that you were the only two people in the apartment. âi didnât expect it too, but kissing you made me really hard.â
âshit, really?â you were overwhelmed. you had just been kissed breathless by your best friend and now he was laying his truths all out on the table.
âi know you feel a type of way about it, but⊠i wanna fuck you."
âantonâŠâ
âplease,â you felt his thumbs rub you from both sides of your hips that he was now holding in his hands. he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth that made your eyes flutter closed. âi know it would feel so good.â
âtoni, when you ask me like thatââ
âyou like that?â anton practically purred before attaching his soft lips to the curve of your neck. his hand slid down the front of your pajama pants to start rubbing you over your panties at a torturingly slow pace. âwhen i beg you like that? i know you do, youâre soaked.â
âfuck, toniâŠâ you grabbed onto his shoulder for balance, lifting one of your knees higher to grant him a better angle at rubbing those tight circles over your bundle of nerves.
âhey, look at me.â he rubbed your clit faster, âcan i make you cum before i fuck this pussy? huh? please?â
you could only lean back and moan in response.
âcome on you gotta tell me. can i please?â
âmm-hm. yes, yes, baby.â
you dug your nails into his bicep and he groaned. âcan i get i kiss, too?â
in a low whine, you pressed your lips to his, moaning into his mouth as you started getting closer to orgasm.
âyeah, moan for me just like that, baby. thatâs so fucking hot. you gonna cum for me?â
you nodded at him and he continued with the same relentless pace of his fingers against your clothed clit until your hips started to shake with your orgasm.
âfuck, youâre so sexy when you cum for me. you gonna let me fuck you, mama?â
you were breathless in shock. in all your years of being friends with this anton, he had never talked so nasty.
anton swiftly lifted you onto the table and yanked your pajama pants down with your panties. with big, soft hands, he kneaded your thighs, âyouâre dripping in front of me.â
âwell, i just came.â
this made anton laugh, âwell, iâm gonna make you cum again. âkay?â
you nodded as he pulled his dick out of his basketball shorts and started to jerk himself off, rubbing his tip against your slit. you went to hold onto his back with one hand and he took this as a sign that you were ready for him. pushing into you slowly, he muffled his own moan against your lips.
somehow, after only just put his dick in you, he was already a mess. âmmh, fuck you feel good. you feel so good around me.â
antonâs arms wrapped under your thighs, and started bringing your hips to meet his faster.
âfuck, toni, right there!â
he moaned into a sloppy kiss to your lips, âmm, right there? âm i hitting it right?â
âyes, keep going. youâre doing so good..â
anton didnât change his position, only moving one of his hands to start rubbing your clit again. âfuck, keep talking to me like that.â
you held his neck to pull him closer to you, âyouâre so good. and you look so pretty when youâre fucking me.â
all of your praise was going straight to antonâs dick. he was visibly finding it increasingly harder to keep himself together. he leaned forward to get closer to you, grinding his hips into yours. peppering kisses all over your bare chest.
âah- uhm, i wanna cum. wanna cum for you.â antonâs voice was barely above a whisper as he rambled against your chest, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth to mumble his pathetic sounds. although, to no avail, he was still mumbling to you, teeth grazing the skin.
âyou can cum toni, iâm close too.â
âyou gotta cum first, baby,â what a gentleman. âif you cum first thatâs gonna make me c-cum.â anton whined flicking his tongue against one of your nipples as if to punctuate, âugh, please.â
maybe about 30 more seconds of antonâs desperate whimpering pushed you over the edge. and you didnât want to dwell to much on why this was, but it was surely one of the most pleasurable orgasms you had ever had. and the irregular clenching of your pussy around his dick was completely it for him. he pulled out of you cautiously and instead of jerking himself to completion all over your naked body, he was reduced to grinding against your wet pussy, panting and sighing until his own orgasm washed over him.
âshit, anton are you crying?â you cradled his face, wiping away a stray tear with your thumb. he couldnât even reply â he was inside of you, but you fucked the shit out of him.
âiâm a fuckinâ mess. i think we might have some built up tension or something.â anton got up from where he was leant against your chest. he pulled his shorts up and flopped down into a dining chair, dropping his head down onto one of your thighs where your legs were hanging off the table.
you shifted from your position of sitting up on your elbows to laying your back flat on the kitchen table. âdonât even say that.â
âokay.â
the two of you sat in your silence. it was comfortable silence for you, you hoped it was for him too.
without moving from where he was laid on your thigh, antonâs hand tapped against your leg to grab your attention. âso was that horrible for you, or?â
you could only laugh. âshut the fuck up, anton.â
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