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seeing mark again genuinely healed something in me
Can you make like a sub jamess, thank youuu
pathetic whines escaped jamesâs throat as you slowly move your hips against him. lips trailing butterfly kisses along his jaw, ghosting on his pulse before sucking on the skin. his hands now clutching the fabric of your pajama shorts, fingers digging on your ass cheeks.
james played the delivery guy, having stopped by to drop off some of your stuff that was still at your exâs place. (who also happened to be his friend) when you invited him in, he thought of it nothing more than a casual invitation for a quick drink.
your hands previously perched on his shoulder, now threading the hair on his nape. softly pulling his head back, making room as you kiss down his adamâs apple. his throat gulped at the your lips dragging along the expanse of his neck, it was intoxicating.
one quick drink turned to bottomless refills, with a side of a heart-to-heart talk. you hadnât seen james in so long, it felt nice to be in his presence again. you opened about how the relationship wasnât emotionally fulfilling and james nodded. conversation was easy, it always was. loud laughter simmered to tipsy giggles between two friends.
âwas the sex good, at least?â typical james was trying to find the silver lining in every situation. you looked down on the floor, in utter defeat, with your head in your hands while his body shook with laughter.
âit wasnât bad, i can tell heâs trying his best.â
âthatâs worse than saying heâs bad.â
maybe it was the chemistry, how conversation naturally flowed.
or the way he makes you laugh so easily.
maybe it was the soft yellow lighting amplifying his good looks.
or the buzzing effects of your roommateâs near expired liquour.
maybe it was your feet relaxing on his lap and him caressing it casually.
or the feelings you tried so hard to pushed down resurfacing.
thatâs a lot of maybeâs.
âfuck.â james whined as his grip tightened. grabbing a palmful of your ass as you opted to rolling your hips in circular motions. you could tell he was getting excited. he watched intently where your shorts moved against his, almost in awe with how you were moving. how the fabric was riding up higher and higher, exposing the perfect curve of your ass.
âgod, i bet youâre so wet right now.â you chuckled at his attempt of gaining some control of the situation. a breathy whine surpassed his lips when you pressed down harder on his bulge, yet all movement turned aggravatingly slow.
your hands smoothed down the planes of his stomach, fingers lifting his shirt off and landing on the floor. those years of dancing really paid off, you thought. leaning back slightly to enjoy the delicious view, fingertips running down his exposed torso. each muscle flexed on autopilot under your touch and james sucked in a breathe, at the brush of your nails on his skin.
a small part of you knew it was morally questionable to do this with your exâs friend. oh, but with a face and body like james, a little taste wonât hurt anyone.
âyouâre so pretty, jjami.â
there it is. the nickname only you could call him by, the only person heâd ever allow to call him that. of course, you stopped calling him that after you got into a relationship with his friend. but for the longest time, he loved being your âjjami.â
the blush creeping up his cheek didnât go unnoticed by you. before he could stop himself, âyou havenât called me that in so longâ and he visibly flinched at that, as if his own voice scared him.
your eyes softened. the longing in his voice, the starry looked in his eyes. your hips had stopped all movements at this point, which confused him a bit. both hands cupping his cheeks, you leaned down to kiss him.
the soft brush of his lips made something in you click. a warm tingly sensation spread throughout your body. instinctively, his fingers brushed past the sides of your face, tangled in your hair as he pulled you closer.
your first kiss of the night.
when you pulled away slightly, it was like he was looking at a completely different person. pupils blown out, cheeks flushed pink and his thumb moved down to your bottom lip, while maintaing eye contact.
james kissed you with newfound hunger. the sheer force wouldâve knocked you back, if it werenât for his hand on your hip. you could feel the desperation oozing into the kiss, like heâs trying to convey what words couldnât. both of his hands came up to cradle your face, your lips danced in sync.
would it be crazy to wish you chose him instead.
wrapping your arms around his neck, bodies practically glued together, it was hard to breathe without taking the otherâs oxygen. james deepened the kiss, hands on your ass again to grind your body against him. catching you off-guard, you moaned into the kiss.
âwant me to take it off?â you teased, hands reaching down to palm him through his sweatpants. james threw his head back against the couch cushions, frantically nodding whilst biting back a moan. you let out a small chuckle, feeling him twitched in your hands. the outline of his cock practically protuding on the fabric and it would be a lie to say you werenât salivating.
âplease, please. keep touching meâ his voice hoarse with desperation.
the last bit of restraint snapped at the sound of him begging. your nimble hands worked fast to free his cock from the confines of his sweatpants, before working off yours as well.
the initial stretch was painful, to put it lightly. heâs bigger than what youâre used to and it was obvious to anyone that you struggled to take him fully.
âjjamiâ! so big!â
dare to say it stroked his ego a bit, to watch you all flustered with his size. feeling your fluttering walls all around him, to hear the beautiful noises from your lips, seeing the dick bulge slowly forming in your stomach. when you finally bottomed out, knees once again touching the cushion seat, both let out a moan of relief.
it didnât take long for you to found the perfect rhythm. alternating between slow circles and bouncing on it, you were savouring the feeling of being so full. you didnât think it was possible for james to get whinier. oh, he was a sobbing mess.
bouncing makes him babble incoherent noises. a mixture of choked moans and broken âoh god!â each thrust was like heaven for you, heâs so big, you could feel every ridge, every vein gliding across your walls. lifting your hips up right at the tip, then slamming back down is your personal favourite. âah!âahh! fuckââ eyebrows furrowed and biting his lips, heâs trying so hard to keep his eyes open just so he can watch how his big cock disappears into your hole, all covered in slick.
grinding deep and slow makes his eyes roll back, panting out praises and curses. plentiful of âwant you to fuck me all the time!â and âyouâre so pretty, baby.â it almost makes you shy because you could see it in the way he looks at you. doe eyes fully focused on yours, like you held the moon and the stars as you ride his cock.
it was like a jolt of electricity coursing through your body. your walls clenched when his tip brushed against your sweet spot, it made you scream his name.
âjjami!â
his grip on your hips would sure left a dent, using it as leverage so he can thrust up at you with ease. james was reduced to a sobbing mess, nothing but cries of pleasure leaving his lips. ignoring the growing ache in your thighs, your hips slammed down with fervour, wanting him to keep making those sounds.
âuse me, baby. use me! pleaseâah! just donât stop!â
lewd clapping sounds echoed throughout the empty apartment, mixed with loud moans and cries. front door just an invitation for noise complaint tomorrow morning.
âiâm so so close. please donât stop!â
your orgasm hit you unexpectedly like a truck, making squirt all over him. using whatâs left his strength, his hands moved quickly to lay your back flat on the couch so he could pinned you down. james hid in the crook of your neck, coming with a loud groan. his body shook at the feeling of your pussy pulsated violently around him, milking him for all heâs worth.
for awhile, you two just stayed silence, bodies pressed up together, tangled limbs around the other and even more entangled emotions. at some point, you were convinced he had fallen asleep before he stirred in your arms.
âletâs get you cleaned up.â his voice barely above a whisper as he scooped you up bridal-style. the alcohol was taking effect, your eyelids felt heavier by the minute. the warmth from being in his embrace made it harder to not drift asleep.
next morning
the morning after tipsy sex with your exâs friend should be awkward. it should be embarassing, forget-about-it-and-never-bring-it-up-again type of situation. well yours went something like this.
you tried turning in your sleep, but remained trapped by a strong arm, wrapped around your middle. eyes shot up like a cartoon character, looking around the room, before landing on said strong arm.
a sleeping jjami snoring lightly behind you, his head resting peacefully on the juncture of your neck. you hated that you noticed how perfect he fits in there, almost like the missing puzzle piece. last night drunken endeavours flooded your memory all at once, and you spent five minutes freaking out internally. inner dialogue cursing you out in every language known to man, while simultaneously thinking of a plan how to fix everything.
âi can hear your thoughts, by the way.â
great, this is what you needed most, an interjection in the middle of fighting your inner demons. you hated how sexy his morning voice sounds, husky and rough from sleep. (or last nightâs activity) summoning the courage to turn around, you face his still-asleep-pretty face, his eyebrows twitched, as if sensing your staring.
âwe have to talk about last night.â you started off, uncertainty evident in your voice. a huge part of you wanted more, but what if he feels differently? james sighed, lifting one eye to take a peek.
judging from your voice alone, he can tell youâre scared. but when he saw your face, it confirmed what he needed to do. in the moment, his hand cupped yours, fingers brushing away the stray hair, ghosting down your cheek. your face soften a little, under his touch, your fears dissipitates bit by bit.
âno, i donât regret it. no, i donât see you as a one night stand. you know iâm not that kind of person.â his voice firm yet soft, âtake all the time you want, i wonât rush you, i wonât ask you to accept me right awayâ suddenly nothing is scary anymore.
âyou can name last night however you wantââ
âi donât think last night was a mistakeâ you hesitated before continuing, âi wanted last night to happen and i wanted to happen for a long time now.â jamesâs shoulders visibly slumped, the burden he unknowingly carried all this time disappeared into thin air.
you chucked, snuggling in a little closer and james welcomed you with even wider arms. âyou were scared i was gonna reject you, huh?â
âoh yeah, big time.â he ran a hand down his face, laughing at himself, at the whole situation really. kissing his cheek, you smiled brightly, letting your hands roam his hair. a soft whimper fell his lips when your nails rake the hair above his nape, making you cock an eyebrow.
one moment he was being cute, hugging you and the next he was on top of you, kissing down your neck hungrily. the duality of this man is gonna be the death of you.
âdo you have any idea what you do to me?â he whispered, more so to himself, like he was holding himself back. you shook your head in response and he scoffed.
âiâll show you, baby.â
he did in fact showed you that morning and several times again later, then again at night.
the aftermath
âgod. my girl is so eager to please, huh?â james breathed out. fingers stroking your hair so lovingly in contrast to what position youâre in right now.
it was everywhere. all over twitter, tiktok. your boyfriend in a white tank top, drenched in sweat and water. the outline of his abs flashing crowds of students.
what bothered you wasnât that other people seeing him, abs on display like nobodyâs business. it was that you werenât backstage to give the nastiest blowjob heâs ever in his life afterwards.
james really underestimated just how freaked out his sweet and cute girlfriend is. your hands were already on him before he even stepped past the threshold. trapping him against the front door, your lips crashed in a needy kiss. your fingers felt the dampness of his shirt and realized he was still wearing the same tank top, only dried out.
time moved in a blur, next thing you knew pieces of clothing trailed the path to your shared bedroom, with you kneeling in between his thighs. âwhatâs got you so worked up, baby?â his voice trembled when you kissed his pretty pink tip. you smiled, placing another kiss then kitten-licked the head.
âfuckâdo that again, please.â james was doing everything in his willpower not to push his cock in and fuck your mouth. his cock twitching in your hands as you continue to give kitten licks all over, never letting it past your lips.
âcome on, babyâ he grunted. âno teasingâ the last bit came out like a desperate cry. how could you not tease him when he was making such pretty sounds.
âyouâre so cute.â
feeling a little merciful, you spit on his cock, string of saliva dripping down the base before slowly gliding it up and down his length. your hand now slicked with your own spit, looked so small wrapped around his thick cock. thumb circling the head, making his body physically jerked off from the bed.
âfuck, fuck, fuckââ you looked up at him, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and neck, trinkling down his body. the sexy view of your boyfriendâs head thrown back, exposing his throat and adamâs apple was truly a sight to see.
stopping all ministrations, instead wrapping your mouth around him. a guttural moan ripped from his throat, involuntarily bucking hips forward. âthatâs it, baby. take it all yeah?â and so you did, like a champ. resisting the urge to gag, with tears brimming the corner of your eyes, you took all of him.
âattaâ girl.â james reached down to grip your hair into a ponytail, not pushing, just there. his hooded eyes watch intently as his cock disappeared into your pretty lips, the warmth of your mouth clouding his mind. tongue expertly licking and swirling around the sensitive tip, making his toes curl. god you looked so perfect like this; cross eyed, focused on making him feel good.
âsuch a good girl for me, yeah?â the praise shoot down your spine, settling deep down the pits of your stomach.
james let out strings of curses when you sucked down harder, lips reaching the base as his cock hit the back of your throat over and over. relaxing your jaw as much as you can, laying tongue flat on the underside. pretty sure he saw flashes of heaven with every slide on his cock.
âbet youâre so soaked right now.â the cocky edge to his voice struck your core. you gave a small nod, earning a smirk from your boyfriend.
you could feel his patience thinning, the hand around your hair tightening. you know all too well what follows next.
james fucks your mouth relentlessly, pushing your head down to meet his thrusts. not letting up even when tears were staining your cheeks, in fact he loves it even more when you cry. setting a brutal pace, you canât help but moan helplessly around his cock, the vibration adding more to the blinding pleasure.
âshitâhahâfuck!â
james tends to curse a lot when heâs about to come. you looked at his furrowed expression as he whispered more curses under his breathe.
âgonnaâhah come! fuck!â
with one last thrust, james comes in your mouth. his body visibly shook with the force of his load, all movement came to a halt. taking advantage of the situation, you sucked him off, dragging your mouth all the way before coming off the tip with a loud pop sound.
bonus!
james fall back onto the bed, trying to come down from his high when you crawled to lay beside him. his hands immediately reached for your waist, egging you to straddle him.
once settled comfortably on top, he pulled you down for a hug. your head laid on his chest, feeling the soft thrumming of your heart. softly caressing your hair, james spoke up.
âso whatâs gotten you so worked up, huh?â a teasing glint in the way he said it.
âoh nothing. just saw my very hot boyfriend all over tiktok, basically shirtless, performing in front of hundreds of people.â you said casually, âno big deal.â
his chest rumbled with laughter, and you canât help but smile at the sound. âare you mad or jealous people saw whatâs for your eyes only?â
âneither. just disappointed i wasnât there todayâ his hand intertwinned with yours, bringing it up to his lips for a kiss. âthen again god knows what would happen backstage if i was there.â
âprobably like what happened last time we were backstage together.â he chuckled, recalling the incident.
âoh my god, please shut up.â you continued, âyou reminded me of that scene from captain america when he came out of the machine, looking like a glazed doughnut.â
almost like he knew what you were implying, âiâd let you do whatever you want to me.â as if to solidfying his point, his hand travelled down to cup your ass.
james looking like a GLAZED DONUT in the kyunghee university festival
might drop a short fic coz i literally couldnât get him out of my head
WHAT THE FUCK
james looking like a GLAZED DONUT in the kyunghee university festival
Damn, diva! I just want to say that I stumbled upon one of James's stories and I'm speechless... Congratulations! Please continue making more of these stories with James. đ€đ€
(i canât reply with a reaction picture) BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LOVING EM đđđđđ
GREENGREEN THOUGHTS + ANALYSIS
THE GOOD GREEN SHI IS FINALLY HERE đ€€đ okay so, I thoroughly enjoyed this album, I think it was so worth the wait ^âą^ I have some genuine constructive criticism on almost every track here, and I genuinely believe this album could have been even better. but, it's a huge jump from cotlâ so to be able to witness it and listen to it is enough.
this post is going to hugely focus on the production of the album, the instrumentals, beats, vocals, and anything fun I've noticed. ive touched a hair on the lyrics, too, but this analysis is not a break down the meaning of the songs, but to just see the development and the arrangement of them as a whole instead.
I've given a final rating to each track ^âą^ so im js gonna get into it
BEFORE I START im going to refer heavily to something known as âmixingâ in terms of music production during this entire post, so a little bit background in case you don't know what either is ^âą^ when you make tracks, you pick and compose how it sounds by picking instruments, arranging it, creating an overall "sound". this is called producing.
mixing is adjusting those tracks;
balancing volume level of individual tracks, and the overall track in general
panning individual tracks so sometimes you can hear some instruments louder in one ear, not the other, sometimes in the middle. sometimes you hear a track moving from one ear to the left; aka panning.
adjusting the EQ so some unwanted shit is cut out, some is intentionally raised
compressing so the volume remains constant during the track
adding effects to give the track texture
this is known as mixing, it helps the track feel coherent rather than just a bunch of shit thrown together on a track. it's a big part of how the track is delivered to the listener and how they perceive it.
TNT
backstage backshots!
drummer!james x female!reader (nsfw! please be warned!)
you stood amongst the staff backstage, all dolled up and wearing his jacket. james would sneak glances of you in between songs, throwing a flirty wink whenever youâd make eye contact. underneath the red stagelights, you could trace the sweat trinkling his forehead and arms, the tanktop only further accentuates his figure as he played the drums. every strike made the veins of his hands to arm pop out even more, youâd be lying if you didnât find him delicious right now. occasionally twirling the sticks between his fingers for added flair, james center of the stage, with the powerful beat of his drums, made the whole venue pulse.
as the concert comes to an end, james hurried off the stage, half-heartedly waving at the fans and pushed through the crowds of staff, with only one person in his mind. his lips caught yours before his hands, only pulling u impossibly closer by the waist once they do. you could feel the heat radiated off of him, his heart racing a million miles per hour underneath your touch as his lips moved slowly against yours.
you let out a soft gasp, feeling him licking your bottom lip, allowing his tongue to explore. from the way james was holding you in his arms, you were seconds away from being lifted off the ground and up against the wall, when a staff pats him on the back. the screaming fans pulled him back to reality and off of you, he groaned in annoyance.
before you could react, he was pulling you by the hand, towards the exit sign. taking you pass the artist room and further into the venue, the grip james had on your wrist tightened, green-blue veins popping up on his forearm as you turned into a secluded corner and pulled into a utility closet.
you finally got a good look at him as he turned around, forehead shone with sweat and breathing heavy, the adrenaline clearly hasnât worn off yet. the dim lighting of the closet only intensifies his gaze on you, like a predator to a prey. his thoughts were practically screaming at you, sharp eyes raking your body up and down.
ânow where were we?â cocking an eyebrow, james pulled you closer by the waist and reconnected your lips. backing you up till youâre on the wall, still kissing you feverishly as you felt his knee brushed up against your crotch.
âgrind on me, baby.â he whispered lowly, lips travelled down your nape and like a whore on command, your hips started to move on their own accord. the friction was absolutely divine, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against your slicked panties. whimpering uncontrollably, james just watched back with a smirk, leaning down to whisper dirty nothings on your ear, of how much a good girl you are for him, how much this skirt is distracting him, how all he could think is bending you over and stuffed with his cock.
his hand firmly gripping your ass, rocking your hips back and forth, making cute swears tumble out of your pink lips. you didnât even noticed your top was untied until you felt his tongue drawing wet circles on your nipple.
âfuck-!â you cried out, which only made james snickered. hips now moving in frantic circular motion, desperate to reach the edge. james eager sucking on your tits while your hand tangled in his strands, anchoring whatâs left of your sanity. fuck you could come like this.
almost as if he read your mind, james dropped his knee immediately and your legs nearly gave out, if it werenât for his hands on your waist.
âiâm sorry baby but youâre cumming on my cock.â he said with a laugh, giving you an apologetic kiss on the cheek. his hands wandered south, past your waist, down to your skirt.
âyouâre so fucking pretty, you know that?â he sighed, fingers running up and down your wet folds, thumb tracing small circles on your bruised clit before pushing two fingers in. air knocked out of your lungs, feeling the initial resistance before it slowly subsided. the pleasure was blinding, as his fingers skillfully move in and out. james was thralled by the sight of you. mouth agape in an âoâ, eyes rolled back in pleasure, broken whines of his name echoed in the small space.
âmy pretty pretty girl.â
just like how he liked you, sobbing and moaning on his fingers. heâd be lying if he doesnât enjoy watching you fall apart. you were dripping on his fingers, if the wet patch on his pants didnât prove it, this definitely did.
âfuck y-yes!â you moaned his name over and over, begging him not to stop. james only smirked, changing and focusing all his ministrations on your clit, fingers drawing tight circles as your orgasm approaches. for a second there, you actually thought heâd let you come like this.
he quickly pulled away and turned you around so your back is facing him, not allowing you room to argue. your legs shook beneath you like a deer first learning to walk. the sound of zipper coming undone and denim against the floor made your heart jumped in anticipation. his hands smooths over the plush of your ass, biting his lips. fingers lifting the skirt, revealing blue lacies underneath.
patience thinning when you felt james gripped your hips and pressed himself against your entrance, but not pushing all the way through. a noise of protest left your throat, hands braced against the cold wall and instinctively arching your back to feel more of him. james lets out a small laugh, finding amusement at the expanse of your desperation.
âtell me how bad you want it, princess.â his voice rough between the edges, almost like heâs desperate too. on the contrary, james was getting impatient but he just wants to hear his pretty girl beg for his cock.
âi want it so bad, please.â you sobbed. james was absolutely enjoying himself. pushing past your panties, he rubbed the head of his cock up and down your wet hole, pushing in just the tip to torture you some more.
âbeg a little harder, baby.â you could hear the desperation sipping our underneath all that smugness. he needs this just as much as you, maybe even more so.
âplease please please yu fan. i need your cock so bad plea-ah!â you screamed as james shoved his cock past your entrance in one thrust. you struggled to breathe, pussy stretched to accommodate the sudden intrusion, as james trying not to come too soon, your walls fluttured around his size.
noticing your breathing slowed down, james gripped the bunched up skirt on your waist, using it as leverage and gave an experimental thrust, making you yelped in surprise. then another and another, and another until you were a moaning wreck. from behind, james watched the obscenity with a crude grin. his cock coated to the base in your wetness, sliding in and out of you so easily.
âgod, you look so fucking hot. always ready to get dicked down, huh?â nothing came out of your lips but pretty moans of his name. jamesâs smirk grew deeper and with it, his overwhelming urge to breed you.
âyu fan! ahâharder! please!please!â
tightening his grip around your waist, fingers digging on the hip, james fucked harder. simultaneously pushing your ass to meet his thrusts, and your vision blurred. one thing you tend to forget is how relentless james is during sex, in contrast to the sweet way he treats you in public. like he is right now, cock dragging in and out with such fervour, youâre seeing stars behind closed eyes. hitting that gummy spot over and over, while jamesâs hand slid down your thigh, a slap sound echoed.
you clenched tighter at the stinging sensation and jamesâs pace falters. âshitâdonât do that, baby.â his voice stuttered, the vein on his forearms flexed as he tightens his grip on you. james sets a new pace, slow and deliberate at first. hand slightly pressed down your backside, making you arch further. james pulls out right at the very tip before slamming back in all at once. he does it again, letting out deep groans.
âthatâs my girl, taking me so well.â he whispered near your ear. his voice carries an edge thatâs turning you on even more.
âevery.â one thrust.
âfucking.â two.
âtime.â ahâ
the third one caused you to choke on saliva, fighting the urge to scream out loud. you rolled your hips slightly, hoping heâll get the message to speed up a little. all you heard was a snicker before a surge of pleasure shoot up your spine. his hips snaps faster, calculated, merciless, like he finally let go all of reigns of self control.
filthy sounds of skin slapping and loud whimpers bounced off the walls. youâve stopped giving a fuck at this point and moaned his name out loud. at least those fans who constantly thirst over him knows who gets to have him after every performance.
âlouder ćźèŽ, let everyone hear you. let everyone know how good it feels.â he eggs you on, fucking his cock into you harder. you have a tendency of getting jealous seeing his fans thirst over him and he makes it up by obliberating you with his cock. you get possessive sometimes and he finds it extremely hot, so does the follow-up sex.
âi-iâm so so closeâdonât stop please!â
âcome on, pretty girl. gush all over me so i can fill you up.â
the mental image of you dripping with his cum was enough to make him burst. one of his hands snaked down your waist to rub small circles on your clit. tears were welling up in your eyes as the coil in your stomach tightened. all senses on overdrive when jamesâs voice rang behind you, âthatâs it, pretty. fuck yeahâcome, come for me.â
mouth agape in a silent scream, the coil finally snaps as your orgasm hits you a truck. gushing around his cock, you struggled to breathe as james continued fucking you, now chasing his high. he wonât last now, not with how tight youâre gripping him.
with one last mean thrust, he came. loudly whimpering your name as your pussy milk him for all heâs worth. your legs shook beneath, surprised they havenât given up on you. giving a few thrusts, making sure youâre filled to the brim. your body was feeling the aftershocks all over when jamesâs phone went off.
he looked half annoyed, mumbled something under his breathe before answering the call, still inside you by the way. you leaned against the wall, collecting pieces of your sanity with jamesâs hand soothing your stomach.
from the other line, it sounded like juhoon. james huffed, but answering curtly, âfine. iâll be out in a minute.â then hanging up. anyone with ears could tell he was annoyed and although reluctant, pulled out of you. you turned around to face him and was instantly embraced in his arms, his lips meeting yours.
james lifted you up and instinctively you wrapped both legs around his torso. he kisses you so sweetly, you nearly forgot what he did three minutes ago. lips travelled down to pamper your jawline with kisses. you let out a content sigh as he leave featherlight pecks all over your neck, lingering longer on the pulse point.
âwe have to go. the others are already waiting in the van.â he says it like the sentence causes him great pain. you cooed at his sulking face, before replying, âyou go ahead. iâll meet you back at my place.â
âcan we do it again?â james grinned like a child in a candy store.
âonly after your schedules. yes, we can.â
little did you know, you totally underestimated your freak-of-a-nature boyfriendâs stamina, even after a day filled with schedules.
just had a vision of patching up james after every hockey game coz word on the streets saying heâs an offense player
how we feelin about plug!mark and drummer!james đ€đ€đ€
guys i dreamt of mark last night and im rewriting one of my old drafts to cope
â Keep that mask on â â Zhao James
~cortis
A/n's note: so I know its not Halloween but i had to write this when I saw an edit of james on instagram
Synopsis: your boyfriend decides to bring your favourite fantasy to life
CW/TW: 18+ MDNI!!, explicit sexual content, consensual roleplay, glove kink, voice changer/distorted voice,power play, rough sex, creampie, dirty talk, Ghostface! james x fem!reader, non-idol AU, Halloween-themed, reader is same age as james.
~1.7k words
Today was supposed to be your day off. Halloween night, and the city outside was alive with costumes, parties, and laughter echoing down the streets. But all you wanted was a quiet evening. Then your phone buzzed with your boyfriend, Jamesâs name.
Two simple words lit up the screen:
Come over.
You sighed, a reluctant little smile pulling at your lips anyway. Once upon a time youâd loved Halloweenâ the thrill of it all, the excuses to dress up and be someone else for a night. But lately it just felt⊠boring. At least you had James.
You and James had been dating for a few months now. He was tall, confident, with that multilingual charm and a body sculpted from years of dancing and training just for fun. He made everything feel more exciting.
What James didnât know (or at least you thought he didnât) was that you had a massive thing for Ghostface. The mask, the voice, the whole dangerous vibe⊠it had always done something to you. Youâd mentioned it once in passing months ago, probably while watching a horror movie together on Halloween, but you figured heâd forgotten.
Apparently not.
The apartment was quiet when you let yourself in with the spare key heâd given you. The lights were off, the only illumination coming from the faint glow of streetlights and the occasional flicker of lightning from the storm rolling in. Rain pattered steadily against the windows.
âJames?â you called softly, slipping off your shoes in the entryway.
No answer.
Then that voice... low, mechanical, and distorted through a voice changer:
âLock the door, baby.â
Your heart didnât jump in fear. It jumped with pure, electric excitement. A tall, broad-shouldered figure stepped out from the shadows, draped in a long black hooded robe. The iconic Ghostface mask stared back at you, knife glinting in one gloved hand.
James.
Even completely hidden, you knew it was him. The way he moved with that fluid, predatory grace, the height. And fuck⊠he looked incredibly hot like this. The mask suited him way too well. Your mind was already spinning: Holy shit, he actually remembered. Heâs doing this for me. He tilted the mask slowly, that fixed grin somehow looking far too amused.
âYou came on timeâ the modulated voice rasped, smooth and playful. He took one deliberate step closer, boots nearly silent on the floor. âGood girl.â
A rush of heat flooded through you.You bit your lip, eyes tracing the white mask and the broad frame underneath the robe.
âJamesâŠâ you breathed, voice already breathy with arousal instead of nerves. Your hands itched to touch him. âYou remembered.â
He let out a low, filtered chuckle that sent shivers straight down your spine.
âOf course I did. You thought Iâd forget how you used to talk about Ghostface?â He closed the distance in two strides, pressing you back against the wall with his body. The cool edge of the prop knife traced lightly down the side of your neck. âIâve been thinking about this all day. Knowing youâd walk in here and get wet the second you saw the costume.â
God, heâs so hot right now, you thought, pulse racing with excitement. The cold plastic brushing your skin, the distorted voice, the way his tall frame pinned you⊠it was everything youâd secretly fantasized about, and James was delivering it perfectly.
âTake the mask off,â you whispered.
There was no real protest in your tone, just teasing,because you didnât actually want him to take it off so soon A low, filtered chuckle crackled through the voice changer.
âWhy would I do that?â His free hand slid under your shirt, palm hot and possessive against your waist, fingers splaying across your skin. He rolled his hips forward slowly, letting you feel exactly how hard he already was beneath the robe. âItâs all about the mask, right? And you love this. I can already tell how soaked you are just from looking at you.â
His gloved fingers dipped lower, teasing the waistband of your pants as he leaned in, the screaming mask hovering close to your ear.
âTell me how much you want Ghostface tonight,â he rasped, voice dropping even through the distortion. The knife clattered softly onto the nearby table. His hand slipped inside your panties, two fingers gliding through your already slick folds with a satisfied hum that vibrated through the modulator.
âFuck⊠already this wet for me? Just from the mask?â
He pressed one finger inside you slowly, curling it just right while the mask stayed firmly in place, those dark eyes behind the mesh watching every little reaction on your face. You moaned softly, hips rocking against his hand, loving every second of it.
He looks so fucking hot, you thought again, head tipping back against the wall. My James⊠playing Ghostface just for me.
You moaned softly, hips rocking against his hand without shame. The black robe made his broad shoulders look even wider, the gloves on his hands adding this filthy edge that had your pussy clenching around his finger. Your confident, teasing boyfriend had turned himself into your secret fantasy, and he was nailing it.
âJamesâŠâ you gasped, one hand sliding up to grip the back of his hooded head, fingers threading through the fabric where his hair would be. âYouâre so hot like this. Fuck..â
The modulated voice let out another low, distorted chuckle that vibrated straight through you.
âYeah? You like your boyfriend playing the big bad Ghostface?â He added a second finger, stretching you open slowly, while his hips kept grinding against you. You could feel how hard he was.
âBeen dying to see that look on your face ever since you mentioned it. The way your eyes light up⊠the way youâre dripping all over my fingers right now.â
He pumped his fingers faster, the wet sounds filthy in the quiet apartment, mixing with the rain against the windows and your soft, needy moans. You tugged at the hood, pulling him closer until the cold plastic of the mask pressed against your cheek.
âDonât take it off yet, keep the mask onâ you whispered, voice breathy and shameless. âI want you like this⊠want Ghostface to fuck me tonight.â
âGreedy girl,â he rasped, the distortion making it sound even darker, even more dangerous in the best way. âYou want the mask on while I bury my cock in you? While I make you scream for me?â
He pulled his fingers out suddenly, leaving you empty and whining. In one smooth motion, he carried you down the short hallway toward his bedroom. The robe swished around his legs as he moved, effortless with all that hidden strength.
The bedroom was just as dark, only the faint glow from the window lighting the way. James kicked the door shut behind you both and dropped you onto the bed, following right after. The mask loomed over you as he knelt between your spread thighs, gloved hands shoving your jeans and panties down in one rough tug, tossing them aside.
âLook at you,â he murmured, running one hand up your inner thigh, spreading you open for his gaze behind the mesh. âSo fucking pretty and wet for Ghostface.â
He pushed the robe open just enough to free himself, his cock springing out. The white mask staring down at you while his bare, familiar cock rubbed teasingly through your slick folds. You reached up, palms sliding over the smooth plastic of the mask, then down to grip his shoulders through the robe.
âFuck me,â you breathed, hips lifting to chase the friction. âPlease, JamesâŠjust do itâ
He let out a rough laugh, the sound crackling through as he lined himself up. The thick tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, pushing in slowly.
âShit⊠so tight,â he groaned, voice distorted and low. One hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your hip as he went deeper. The mask dipped closer, the screaming face hovering right above yours while he started moving â slow, deep rolls of his hips that had the bed creaking.
Every thrust punched the air out of your lungs in soft, broken moans. The robe brushed against your bare skin with every movement, the gloves on his hands digging into your thighs as he held you open wider. You couldnât stop staring at him your hands roaming over his chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath the fabric.
âHarder,â you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. âDonât hold back. I want all of it.â
Jamesâs hips snapped forward faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room as he fucked you deeper. The distorted voice kept spilling filthy praise between thrusts:
âThatâs it⊠take Ghostfaceâs cock like a good girl.â
âYouâre creaming all over me already⊠fuck, you really do love this.â
âGonna make you cum with the mask on, babyâ
Your back arched off the bed, pleasure building fast and sharp as he angled his hips just right, hitting that spot inside you with every powerful thrust. You were so close already, thighs shaking, moans turning into desperate little cries.
âJamesâ fuck, Iâm gonnaââ
âCome on,â he rasped, voice changer making it sound like a command. One gloved hand slipped between you, thumb rubbing tight circles over your clit while he kept pounding into you. âCum for me. Cum for Ghostface.â
The orgasm hit you hard, crashing through you in waves that made your vision blur and your pussy clamp down around his cock. You cried out, nails raking down his back through the robe as pleasure flooded every nerve.
James groaned loudly, the sound cracking through the modulator, hips stuttering as he chased his own release. A few more deep, erratic thrusts and he buried himself, spilling hot inside you with a guttural moan that vibrated through the mask.
For a moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the rain outside. James reached up with one gloved hand, slowly lifting the mask just enough to reveal his mouth and chin â sweaty, lips curved in that familiar cocky smirk you loved.
âHappy Halloween, baby,â he murmured in his real voice, low and warm, before leaning down to kiss you properly. âTold you Iâd make it fun again.â
they donât know bout us (not like that anyways)
idol!james x idol!reader (fluff + a makeout scene!nosurprisesthere)
your name was mentioned in an interview once when cortis was asked who do they go to whenever theyâre having a hard time.
while the rest answered the other members or seek solace from family members, james mentioned you without hesitation.
âoh, how so?â the interviewerâs voice quipped with curiousity.
you just smiled, watching their group interview video while he stammered over his own words, trying to explain what exactly he meant.
âi-i just meant weâve known each other since we were trainees and i find her comfortingâ
the boy shifted uncomfortably in his seat, hyper-aware of his membersâ gaze now before continuing, âi mean i find her words comforting in tough times and weâre good friends, thatâs all.â
âoh theyâre really good friends, for sure.â martin added with a snicker, the rest giving their eldest hyung a knowing smile.
the interviewer laughed in response, âreal good friends, huh?â
twitter was up in flames the day the interview was released.
prior to the charismatic and heart-strucking james of cortis everyone sees, youâve known him before the idol persona, even before he was james of trainee a, when he was just zhao yu fan. days where he was your yu fan before he became everyone elseâs james.
having trained together for years, chasing the same dream and practically growing up within the mirrors of the dance studio. somewhere in between striving to be the best and surviving to make the cut, seeds of friendship were planted and slowly, it blossomed into something precious.
in the form of late night dance sessions.
in the form of cheek straining laughs and mindless rambles.
in the form of convenience store ramen eat-outs at 3 am.
in the form of thrifting on your day-offs.
in the form of late night hangouts by the han river.
you were one of the very few trainees who could speak chinese so conversation flowed naturally. back then, you often act as a translator between him and the other trainees cause apparently james has a track record for being intimidating, so you being the bridge, really helped soften his perceived image. although he said it didnât matter much to him, saying how he only cares how you think about him.
âokay but doesnât it bother you everyone is somewhat scared of youâ, swirling your straw in between your fingers as you watched james stretched across from you.
âi only care about how you think so no.â he said, in a matter of fact tone, earning him an eye roll from you, completely ignoring the implication of his words.
james doesnât express his feelings outwardly, he rarely does but instead he disguises them as jokes, lighthearted enough as to not ruin the atmosphere. but whenever he does tells you how he really feels, and heâd do it spontaneously too, you take it to heart and keep it there, for safekeeping purposes, obviously.
âyou know being with you made me less homesickâ he casually said, slurping his ramen.
you stared at him momentarily, eyes softening before smiling to yourself. âi donât feel lonely whenever iâm with you too, yu fan.â
âyouâre cute when you blushâ his hand reaching to pinch your cheek, before you swat him away.
âshut up.â idiot.
being each otherâs safety net and showing up when worst comes to worst. when the news of trainee a dropped, you held him in your arms, hands running up and down his back, his form shaky under your hold.
âäžèŠçŠ»ćŒæâ (donât leave me), whispering against your shoulder, the crack in his voice made you held him closer, a silent reassurance youâll always be there no matter what.
âdo you think weâd make it someday?â you blurted out suddenly, flinching at the sound of your own voice. the dance studio was empty, with just the two of you.
james stopped what he was doing and turned to face you. from his point of view, you were sitting on the floor, nitpicking your nails when clearly thereâs nothing wrong with them, shoulders tense, head hugging your knees. a heavy question to ask in their line of work, with no certainty underneath and thatâs what makes it so terrifying.
the soft call of your name made you look up, not realising he had joined you on the floor and james was so close, you could feel his warm breathe. yet all you could focus on how his hands came up to cradle your face, and somehow this feels right. under his honeyed gaze, his warm touch, your worries slowly melted away.
âof course, we promised each other we would.â he gently whispered, smiling to himself. you couldnât describe the look behind his eyes, he looked so vulnerable in the moment as his thumb brushed against the small pout on your lips. praying to god he canât hear how hard your heart is beating right now. his eyes dropped to your lips for a brief moment before looking back at you, then pressing a kiss on your forehead.
âyouâre stuck with my dumbass, remember?â
nothing changed when you both debuted in your respective groups. frequently mentioning each other on socials, asking fans to show support for each otherâs comebacks. even when schedules become hectic, you two always make time for each other. facetime calls while eating, making plans on trying new restaurants when the other gets back. the boys would typically interrupt these calls by either acting weird at the background or pestering james until he pays attention to them.
one time, your group and cortis were promoting on inkigayo at the same time. as much as you told him not to, he still showed at your dressing room, bags of coffee in hand for your members and staff. in the hectic of the moment, james was able to steal you away, under the excuse he needed someone to take his pictures.
âi told you not to comeâ
âthank god i never listen to you.â he sneered, hand-in-hand as both of you walked down the hallway to cortisâ dressing room.
the minute the door opened, bursts of screams and laughter erupted. you bowed to the staffs upon entering, profusely apologizing for the intrusion. hugging the boys one by one, martin was just hooting all the while waiting for his turn. conversation immediately struck up with them asking how you were and every topic in between. over the years youâve been friends with james, slowly you got to know the rest of the boys too. the feeling almost maternal, seeing them all grown up, chasing the same dream you have.
you were so caught up in the conversation that you didnât noticed james was staring at you until keonho pointed it out.
âah hyung, stop staring at her like thatâ his tone lighthearted and teasing, and james just played it cool, pretending to avert his gaze elsewhere, clearly caught redhanded.
âyou know noona, me and james hyung recently wrote a song together, i think youâd like itâ martin was doing everything in his power not to smile, and your gaze was focused on him, clearly missing james sending the boy glares from across the table. opting to investigate further just then your manager texted, needing you to come back.
âyou didnât have to walk me back, itâs just a few feet awayâ
âyeah i know but i wanted toâ james replied, just arriving to the door of your dressing room. one hand leaning on the door frame, james wished you and your group goodluck.
âiâll be watching and cheering the loudestâ you let out a soft laugh, cocking your head to side, signalling him to go back. as you turned to enter, you heard him call out.
âä»ć€©çć°äœ ćŸæŒäșźâ
true to his word, him and the boys did cheer the loudest from backstage. hooting and hollering like a bunch of wild monkeys, even louder when your group passed them in the hallways.
living in the spotlight has its cons of course. every item of clothing, every jewellery down to your shoes are observed closely. style pages would post what brands you wore for events, airport walkouts, stages and concerts. sometimes itâs normal to coincidentally have the same clothes as other idols.
whatâs not normal is seeing the similarities and then hop on twitter, accusing you of dating each other. imagine seeing your name on the platformâs trending list because a fan spotted you wearing jamesâ vivienne westwoods earrings during your airport walkout earlier.
were they his? yes.
did you borrowed it from him? absolutely.
does he know you borrowed it? no.
is it true that youâre dating? next comment.
that same night, you sent a message on weverse, simplying saying he lend them to you cause it matched with your outfit that day. as soon as you did, a notification popped up.
âSO THATâS WHERE MY EARRINGS WENTâ
you chuckled.
âæćæ„æ¶, iâll give them backâ
âđđđâ
âMUAHâ
âdo that too when you come backâ
âdonât push your luck, yu fanâ
the next day, cortis was heading to the airport and james was spotted wearing a particular red baseball cap, identical to the one you had. not to mention, you frequently wore it too, so much so that you had a collaboration with the brand. yet again, it was all twitter could talk about. it wasnât long when jamesâs phone pinged with a text message from you.
âat this point, youâre doing it on purpose.â
âit matched my fit and i look hella good tooâ he typed back.
âok but out of all the caps in world.â
âyou have good taste, what can i say.â
as promised you gave him back his earrings, alongside with a vintage jacket you found while thrifting in london. letâs just say heâs more open with you borrowing his stuff now.
convenience ramen hangouts arenât as frequent as it was before, instead it evolved to late nights in the studio. itâs much more private and peaceful, unlike the other aspect of your lives. james had asked you to accompany him in their recording studio, so you did just after a a quick takeout run.
opening the door to see a slumping figure of james zhao, he practically shot up from the couch before relaxing seeing itâs just you. you dropped the takeout bag on the table, shrugging off your jacket before joining him on the couch. like a cat curled up to you, james laid his head comfortably on your lap and on instinct your hands brushed his hair softly.
the quiet was interrupted when you asked him about the song martin mentioned before. his eyes comically open up and shot up from his position like a cartoon character. he adjusts his cap before mumbling itâs nothing but one thing you wonât accept is no for answer. when james turned around to look at you, all he was met with was a small pout in your lips, arms crossed, eyes on the floor, anywhere but his.
cute.
always so cute.
he chuckled, seeing you sulk like a child. he, while reluctant, pulled out his phone.
âbut you have to promise not to laughâ
âpromise.â
not long, a sultry but soft R&B track filled the studio, caught you off guard. a totally different vibe than his other drafts, this feels warm and intimate. right off the bat, you could somewhat understand what the song was about and the lyrics that followed only confirms what you were thinking.
hands locked above, love
twisting together continuously, love
calling each other's names, love
we ain't gotta fall in love
as the song progressed, james watched your expression like a hawk. you didnât realized how fitting his voice was for this type of genre. it was hypnotising even.
at the end of every word, love
at the end of every word, you
the tension in the room was prinkling at your skin, an anxious james watching you so intently, that youâre trying hard to ignore, instead focusing on the song. a selfish part of you hoped he wrote it with you in mind, but it just seemed too on the nose. he would never wrote a song about you and played it for you, right?
love the way you dress
no matter how much you hide
you're different from anyone else
don't let this fade away
let's make it last forever ever and ever babe
the song soon came to end. thoughts raced through your mind and you wanted to form a coherent one before it got too awkward, totally unaware of how the quiet is slowly killing your best friend.
how many more songs are like this?
are all of them as explicit?
james couldnât bear through the silence anymore and spoke up,
âitâs about you, if thatâs what youâre thinkingâ
barely above a whisper, afraid youâd hear him but you did, loud and clear. you stood up from the couch, walked to where heâs standing. his head hung low, embarassed to even look at you in the eyes. your hands rested on his shoulder, gently massaging them to relieve some of the tension, before soothing up and down his arms.
from jamesâs perspective, every worst case scenario ran through his head and this is just your way of letting him down easily. he shouldnât have let you listen to the song, he shouldnât have even wrote it? he shouldnât have asked you to be here with hi-
âcan you look at me?â you sounded so gentle and he almost did. it was humiliating, to think you see him as anything more than just a friend.
âpleaseâ you pleaded with him, and that made him cave. hesitant still, james looked up at you, now hands placed on his shoulder. his expression was unreadable but his eyes says it all. he was scared, terrified even yet he was still holding out hope, that youâll let him down slowly.
next thing he knew you were holding his face, pulling him down and felt the softness of your lips against his. james was dumbfounded, so much so that he didnât knew what to do with his hands. instead savoured the moment with his arms stretched out like an idiot.
watermelon lipbalm.
the second he felt as if you were about to pull away, his arms closed in around your figure, kissing you back harder now. hands gripping your waist, yours tangled in his hair, driving him to the brink of insanity so he pulled you closer, till youâre molded against him, invading every aspect of your senses. heavy breathing echoed throughout the small space as he grew desperate, each time you tried pulling away for air, heâd tugged you back into him.
âwould you do this everytime i let you listen to my demos?â he whispered in your ear, lips trailing down your neck, grazing the skin just enough to tease. accidentally whimpering at the contact, james harshly sucked on your sweet spot, trying to pry out more of the delicious sound from you.
the sudden ringtone of his phone jolted you both back into reality, rattling against the glass table. hesitantly letting go of you, james let out a frustrated sigh, cursing under his breath and murmured an apology. youâd expect him to answer the call, instead he just pulled you into a hug, while his phone continue to ring in the background.
âarenât you gonna answer that?â arms around his neck, fingers playing with the hair on his nape.
âthat can waitâ he said, pecking you on the lips. finally the ringtone stopped, leaving you two in the quiet, comfortably in each otherâs embrace. the events from ten seconds ago flooded your mind, closing your eyes in attempt to shake off the embarassment but you were grinning like an idiot.
âbut youâ he whispered, both hands cupping your face, almost cautious, like you were a fragile porcelain. his eyes carried a whirlwind of emotions, browns swirling with sincerity and devotion. the look of love that youâd always hope to experience one day.
âiâve waited too long for you and i might die if i wait a second longerâ
âwell we donât want that, now do we?â james broke into a smile, seeing you chuckle.
bonus cuts!
the next morning
âhyung why did you came back so late last night?â martinâs question echoed in their kitchen, causing james to momentarily to stop eating. he in fact, did got home at 3am, because he couldnât stop kissing you.
âyeah, you even smelled like noonaâ juhoon added, taking a bite of his chicken. the two youngest werenât paying attention until the mention of you, causing both heads to perk up immediately.
the oldest sighed, before explaining what happened. (well, the more age appropriate version) the whole table was dead silent for a moment, no one spoke up until martin asked, with the biggest grin on his face, âyou kissed her, didnât you?â
the blush creeping on his ears and him looking down, smiling was a dead giveaway, throwing the table into chaos. juhoon just nodded, looking somewhat proud while the other three were hollering, dramatically holding their head in their hands.
âiâm gonna text herâ seonghyeon said, pulling out his phone.
âdonât you dare.â
song bonus!
you got it - jimmy brown
bad, bad, bad | z.yf
SYN: Apparently, ignoring the rattling your car made every time you accelerated wasnât a good idea, so here you are now at the auto repair shop after your car broke down in the middle of the road, facing the brunt of your mechanic, James', endless teasing.
You say itâs bad luck, your mechanic says youâre a bad driver. But if thereâs anything you both can agree on, itâs that he wants you.
Just as bad as you do.
mechanic!james ooo iâm so in love, suggestive (VERY, pls keep this in mind before reading. but its not smut dw ^^), smoking, heâs a bit mean, some banter, swearing, a whole lotta kissing đł, strangers to... something, first cortis fic pls be nice :â-), if i missed any tags pls lmk!!
WC: 2.1k
A/N: you guys dk how much this photo changed meâŠ. the hoes (me) truly did love this!! but anw CELEBRATORY POST BC I SECURED VIP TICKETS TO DANIEL CAESAR YES GODDD!!! IM SO HYPED I LOVE U DANNY!!!! i was supposed to post this at a later date but i got too excited so here's the oneshot not proofread
êȘà§âčplug!james headcanonsౚà§ËâĄË
plug!james x fem!reader
sfw and nsfw headcanons for this gorgeous manđ» mdni! i am not responsible for the media you consume! nswf under the cut! enjoy!đđȘ·
plug!james who always makes you get in the car instead of handing it to you through the window because he likes having you close
plug!james who keeps the music low and the windows up just so the silence between you feels heavier
plug!james who takes forever reaching into the backseat for your stuff just to make you watch his arm flex on the steering wheel first (đ«Š)
plug!james who always âaccidentallyâ gives you extra and shrugs when you point it out like âkeep it, pretty.â
plug!james who hands you your stuff last because he likes making you stay and talk first
plug!james who says âyou always this nervous around me?â when you fumble the cash in front of him
plug!james who says âyou can look at me, yâknowâ when he catches you staring at his hands
plug!james whoâs also kind of a loser and gets all shy and nervous when you look so pretty in his car, wearing that shirt that he just loves too much
plug!james who started wrapping up your supplies in cute bags with a ribbon because he thought that the vibe matches you
plug!james who brings you your favorite drink one day and just goes âyou talk about it a lotâ
plug!james who starts finding excuses to text you even when you didnât ask for anything
plug!james who is dry as hell
plug!james who gets all smug the second he realizes youâre dressing a little cuter when you know heâs coming over
plug!james who is secretly so happy you finally broke up with your boyfriend but has to keep his nonchalant demeanor. âbout that time girl. youâre too pretty for that donkey anyway.â
nsfw!
plug!james who finally made the first move after you broke up with your boyfriend and now his casual friday nights are spent with him between your legs
plug!james who always smokes weed before and during sex. he claims that it makes the experience better and makes every touch linger more
plug!james who is genuinely a boob guy. if he could, heâd spend 99% of his time buried between them. would get extra hard if you have a nipple piercing. loves kissing them, touching them, painting themâŠ
plug!james who loves dry humping. if itâs too intense, with music playing in the background heâd even come in his pants too
plug!james who definitely has praise kink, hair pulling kink and especially loves when you moan his name. top positions are doggy and riding.
plug!james who strokes himself late at night while looking at your pictures. doesnât last longer than 5 minutes thoâŠ
plug!james whose top priority is to make you feel good but he cannot deny a good, messy blowjob. i meannn heâs a guy after all. deepthroating𫣠suckerrrrr for eye contact
plug!james who loves early morning sex. he takes it sooooo slow. from making out to kissing your body, to undressing you. his thrusts are always steady and slow.
plug!james whoâd feel so guilty about not having any labels about what you two are. but all of his worries melt away when you come for a quickie + taking supplies in his car
plug!james whoâs soooo noisy when yall fuck. heâd try to hush them into his hands or your neck, but once you get on top of him and take control he would let them out
plug!james who likes fingering you in his car, whispering sweet nothings in your ear such as how good you are
plug!james who doesnât really use condoms :P jut prefers to come in you :P
okay⊠first time writing something like thisđ if this flops itâs gonna be so embarrassing lol i hope this reaches the right audienceđ
do i⊠make this a series? :D
absolutely DELICIOUS