── .✦ restless dreams • james sunderland x ftm!reader • 2.7k words
── .✦ warnings : ftm reader (use of pussy, cunt, clit, etc), bottom!reader, top!james, sadism, blood is drawn at one point, general rough treatment, reader is james' affair partner, reader is in on it too, they're both bad people, based on the remake james rather than the original, condom breaking, creampie, biting/marking, reader is implied to be a bit feminine, generally unhealthy relationship, pre-silent hill james
── .✦ authors notes : i started replaying silent hill 2 remake again and immediately had..... thoughts :3
A rolling crackle follows through the sky, guided by the light strikes that came beforehand. Thunderstorms over the evening, is what the forecaster on the tv speaks to you, along with a variety of other jargon that you don’t care to listen to. Most of your nights are spent like this, lounging over your sofa, body melting into the cushions like butter in a pan, drowning in cheap perfume and whatever fruity little drink you’ve gotten in your hands, fingers clasping the glass cup as you swirl it around. Your legs cross, taking a drink with a gentle gulping noise- and that is when you hear it, a pathetic knock at the door, one you’ve come to recognize.
You set it down, feeling the condensation from the cup wet your palm, and you gently rub it over your shirt to dry it- but the chill remains. Carefully padding over to the door, you click open the two locks you’ve had to put in- and he’s standing there, like he always does- eyes misty, pupils blown out. James. He’s been coming around like this for a while, always under the cover of night, always after he can’t take it anymore. You weren’t meant to be this for him, just a pretty little thing he met in a bar after the hospital got to be too much. But then he took you home, then he had you in the marital bed he wasn’t supposed to share. He didn’t take you to his house after that, always choosing your place instead- it made the guilt lessen up just a bit.
“I’m… I’m sorry. I know it’s late,” James looked down, his hair shiny from the shower the rain gave him, “I just got done at the hospital and I…”
You sigh and lean in, shiny lips twisting up as you guide him in with painted fingers, tugging his coat softly, “It’s okay, baby.”
You aren’t a good person, you know that by now. Sleeping around with a married man is one thing, but a married man whose wife is deathly ill? It’s impossibly sick of you. Yet, you never stop yourself, your hands brushing through his hair, nails raking over his scalp. You’d never even heard of her, let alone saw her. Although you heard of James before, the husband whose just ‘so strong’ for staying with his wife during all this. Would they say that if they knew the truth? Probably not.
“Do you want some leftovers, or something?” You purr, watching as he takes off his coat, hanging it by the door with the same politeness as any usual visitor, like you were still just acquaintances. You nod your head towards the fridge, although your eyes stay on the muscle of his biceps, hidden under a white button-up.
James shakes his head, a solemn look on his face like it was carved there, “No. Not right now.” He steps closer, his own hand coming up now, landing on your waist, squeezing- trying to just make sure you’re real, you’re something he truly can have, “I think… I just want you, right now.”
And he gets you.
Falling into the bedding, your arms fall out at your sides like the wings of an angel, hands loosely grabbing at the air above. It swallows you, and James is looming above, the first few buttons of his shirt messily undone from your own need. Shadows fall over his eyes, his mouth in something between a scowl and a frown. He never knew why you were so alluring to him. You’re not his usual type, not by a long shot. He’s over forty, going after you, a twenty-something boy like a lion to a gazelle. You’re everything Mary isn’t, everything she can’t be- not right now.
“James…” You whine, looking up at him, the lightning from outside giving a sparkle to your eyes, you lay your head back, “Come ‘ere.”
He follows the ask, his eyes fluttering shut slightly as your hands grasp at his sleeves, rubbing over his biceps and up to his shoulders. His adams apple bobs, stubble overgrown just a bit, almost spikey as your hands come to his jaw, cradling him like he’s porcelain. Finally, you pull him forward, lips melding together. He groans into the kiss, pushing against it, your head hitting the bed again.
His own, rougher palms come up to your hips, fingers clawing into the fabric of your bottoms. Finally, just as the burning in his lungs becomes too much, and his throat aches, he pulls away. Saliva connects your lips, a thin string. He swallows thickly, snapping the strings, “God… you’re so…”
The words don’t come to him, his mind already falling back into that nice floaty place. Dissociation is bliss, at least a temporary one. Even though, in the back of his mind, he can still picture the hospital room, and his wife, her sickening breathing rasping behind his ears like a ghost. As if to hide from it, he presses his face into the crook of your neck, biting at the pure skin, far from the blistering and irritated skin he’s so used to staring at. His hips buck, as if instinctively reacting to the warmth of your body, your legs curling around his waist.
“Oh- please, baby,” A pathetic moan leaves your parted lips, his hands tightening as your breathy whimpers fall past his eardrums.
“Fuck…” James curses, pushing your shirt up, his warm hands tracing up to your chest, over the scars from your top surgery, nails digging into them and leaving small crescent indents.
Kissing over the top of his head, you squirm ever so slightly, attempting to further rub against the bulge in his jeans, your toes curling at the pressure, constantly pushing. It’s something you had to learn rather quickly: James can never be as soft as you’d want him to be. He makes it obvious, manhandling you, his hands falling back to your waistband. His fingers curl over your shorts and underwear, tugging at it until it also abides by his rules. Immediately, he tosses them to the floor, pushing your thighs apart, hooking his palms underneath your knees and folding you without much care for the breathless gasp that leaves you.
“Hm..” He hums, looking down over you, eyes falling to your cunt. It’s a dripping maw, clenching over nothing- as if greeting him home once more. He nearly cums then and there, a curious thumb landing on your clit, pressing down just to see how your wriggle underneath him.
“James! Ah, you.. not there-” Your eyelids flutter, lashes falling over your cheekbones, yet you lean into the touch- and he practically growls seeing how you respond.
He pulls away, not before dragging his thumb down, through your pink folds. A layer of slick coats his skin, a rare warmth- one he hadn’t felt in a while. His tongue, a similar pinkish tone, flicks out over his thumb, tasting you with a strange greediness. In the back of his throat, there’s a sort of growl forming, itching at his vocal cords and clawing its way through up to his lips, just vibrating there for a moment before disappearing. You just watch, eyes blown out in a similar manner, shining with a faux innocence.
“Stay like this.” He nudges you softly, moving to stretch and reach the nightstand. No need to ask anymore, he knows where you keep the lube, and the condoms- though he had been the one to push for them.
You abide, your hand reaching down to his crotch, palming his erection through his pants, “Hurry up, James.. I wanna feel you.”
“Patient.” He snaps softly, a commanding tone following it, his free hand coming to your wrist, tightly snatching it and shoving it back to you.
A mischievous smirk crosses your lips. Something in you twisted in the best way, just hearing his tone shift to that- a demand rather than the usual quiet asks. Although, you don’t act up, preferring to lean back and enjoy the show as he undoes his pants, getting them down just enough to fish his cock out, the mushroom-shaped tip spilling precum like a leaky faucet. A vein travels down, one that makes saliva build up at the base of your tongue. Maybe later, you could taste it, but it was clear James preferred something else right now.
“...You’re so…” James starts, rolling a condom over his cock with a soft whine, a spurt of lube in his palm as he jerks his cock in a stuttery pace, hips chasing the pleasure as the slick coating helps him smoothen his movements. He moans weakly, biting his bottom lip, “Dammit.”
An unintentional noise leaves you, something like a mewl and a whine, making his head flick upwards. Your face feels hot, a blush kissing at your cheeks as you pull your eyes from his crotch to his eyes, “Please, James. Need you inside me now-”
Your voice cracks, and that does it for him, his hand moving from his dick to your thighs, leaving prints of lube on your skin. He spreads you just enough, his other hand aligning himself with your sloppy hole. With a delicate movement, he pushes against your cunt, his cockhead finally popping inside. His grip on your thigh tightens, nails clawing into the plush flesh as he slowly sinks inside of you. Even after multiple meetings, fucking you in every way and position, it still feels like the first time to him. The guilt still chases the pleasure, but the way your gummy walls clench around him like a fucking vice make it all the better.
Halfway in, and you’re already moaning like a pornstar. No, you’re better than any pornstar, any of the plastic-y women that James used to get off with, always doing too much for the camera. A crack makes your voice go up a few octaves, feeling as James finally bottoms out inside of you, his balls pressing warmly over your ass. Both of James’ hands hold your thighs, looking down to see the connection with his own eyes. Skin against skin, his pubes sticky with sweat and lube, brushing against you. His hip presses against your swollen clit, leading to your head falling back and exposing your soft throat like willing prey.
“Oh my god, James!” You cry, vision blurring with unshed tears as you catch your breath, unable to fully adjust before he starts thrusting in and out, “Feels so good, fuck- fuck!”
James groans, falling over you as he lets his head land at your neck, teeth aching to bite into your skin, “You’re so good, so perfect. Just what I need.”
His thrusts are uneven, sloppy and rough as he batters your pussy. James groans, catching your throat in his mouth, scraping his teeth over you like he intends to bite down, to bite through you. Squelching surrounds you both, echoing out in tandem with the slapping noise of your bodies meeting, the head of his cock punching against your cervix uncaringly.
Memories of the hospital room and its distinct stink fall into the cloudy fog in the back of his mind, James’ focus is back to you, his dirty little secret. The only thing keeping him sane right now, even if all you were was a good fuck. It let him float back to that wonderful little emotion of mindlessness, feeling your greedy cunt clench like a fist around his cock. His jaw tightens over your throat, feeling it bob underneath as his tongue licks at you, sucking marks in his own personal masterpiece.
“James- James!” Hands end up on James’ back again, your own doing as you grab at his shirt, which still isn’t on the floor like you want it to be. Your painted nails claw the skin underneath, leaving thin red lines in his skin. You turn your head, lips fluttering over the lobe of his ear as you whisper ever so softly, “Harder, please.”
Something in him snaps, pulling his cock nearly all the way out, just leaving the tip in- drooling precum into the condom before he snaps his hips back against you. It’s a crashing noise, one that makes you think he might’ve actually broken something, but any pain that lingers is mixing with the pleasure in a downright intoxicating manner. It doesn’t help that he’s all quiet, focused on imprinting the shape of his teeth into you like you’re clay, pliant and changing.
James’ nails dig deeper, your moans dancing past his eardrums. It’s almost enough to draw blood, a few particularly deeper scrapes causing small pearls of blood to form, dotting your skin until they get too fat, and turn into droplets rolling down your thighs. The sensations all gather in your tummy, a heavy, tightly wound knot that keeps pressing harder and harder against your skin, pulsing just underneath. It’s obvious James is going through something similar, his bottom lip trembling against you, the wetness from his eyes painting your collarbones.
“Close- I’m close-” You stutter, clinging to him like a koala, dangling limply as he takes control, his pace quickening.
Nodding, he pants softly, “I know. I know. Go ahead.”
The affirmation isn’t needed, but he gives it anyway. You take it like a command, clenching around him one last time, thighs trembling as the sensations finally burst from your skin in shivers. Like every orgasm he gives you, it’s too much, nearly suffocating as he continues pounding for his own pleasure, chasing his high before caring that you’re babbling and drooling underneath him. You only get your reprieve when James’ hips stutter, finally forcing himself as deep as possible before he cums.
You aren’t supposed to feel it, not past the plastic barrier of the condom. But tonight, as the rain pitters against the window, the storm having died down to a shower, you feel it shoot inside of you. Thick spurts, sticky as it paints your insides. Clearly, James feels it too, cause he’s pulling out quicker than normal, his breath spiking as he looks down to see a particularly thick glob drool out of your puffy cunt.
“Fuck. Fuck, I didn’t- Shit!” He curses underneath his breath, cock twitching as it hangs half-hard in between his legs. The condom was a tattered mess of plastic and cum, only staying put around the base of his cock.
Your cheeks prickle. In the multiple late meetings you two had, he never came inside, not until now. Suddenly, you’re wondering why he never let himself do this before- cause it feels even better than the sensations you’d fantasized about. Swallowing back saliva, your voice finally comes to you, “It- It’s okay. Baby, I have birth control anyways-”
“That- that isn’t why I-” James cuts himself off, gnawing on his inner cheek. His eyes haven’t left how your hole drips with him. It shouldn’t make him feel like this. He promised himself, before this all started and he got in too deep, that he would at least wear a condom. He wouldn’t let himself feel you properly. That makes it real, and now? Now, it’s real. The guilt isn’t as bad as he thought it would be.
It’s silent, just shaky breathing as James ponders something you can’t read, not that you ever could read him. Although, you don’t expect him to tear off the remains of the condom, tossing them in a direction he assumes your trash is in. His cock bobs, shining in the moonlight from your shared fluids. He says something you can’t quite hear, though it sounds like an apology from the tone of it and how his eyes get all misty again, like he always gets after sex. Then, he’s lining up his cock, pushing back inside of you with a whorish moan, slamming as deep as he can into you, his hands landing on your shoulders and keeping you pinned down.
“Agh- James!” You curse softly, wincing as his cock drags along your abused walls, his thumb coming down to press on your clit again, harshly rubbing it, “N-ugh, it hurts-”
He nods, but doesn’t slow down, “I just- I need this, okay? Just stay still.” He breathes out, James’ chest tightening as he grabs your hips, keeping you as close as possible. His eyes shut softly, his head lifting ever so carefully so you can see how his throat bobs.
You listen, and let him. Only ever breaking the comfortable silence with moans shared between you two. You don’t question him, just holding on tight as he uses you like a toy, over, and over, and over again.
oh my gosh are you still taking james sunderland requests??? whatdoya think of dubcon voyeurism-
hearmeout—since pyramid head's a manifestation of james' guilt, i was thinking pyramid head has gotten hold of the reader, and to taunt james, he uses the readers body (getting tossed like a ragdoll/dryhumping/fingering/whatever tickles ur fancy) right in front of james who wanted to do it himself—and james being the repressed horndog he is, he just helplessly watches and tries to comfort the reader thru it hfsajfa so i guess dirtytalk???? (okok i know this technically means its pyramid head/reader too but like hodajfdsja)
btw, literally cant stop thinking about your other james/reader fics, bless you so much for them
my brain lit up like a damn christmas tree when i got this ask. hope you enjoy where i went with it!
MINORS DNI
tw: voyeurism, dub-con
open me up, take a bite (james sunderland x gn!reader + pyramid head, silent hill)
Your whimper cleaves at his heart. James tugs at the bars of his makeshift cage but the rusted iron doesn’t budge, cold and hard and digging into the meat of his palms.
“Please,” he croaks, eyeing the creature wrapped around you, its corded arms holding tight to your waist and its naked chest pressed against your spine. The pyramid head stares silently back, its breaths echoing faintly from within its metallic shell. “Don’t do this.”
The creature groans, a chilling, hollow reverberation that lingers eerily in the otherwise silent room, and drags rugged, blood-stained hands up the length of your torso.
You jerk against its hold, your eyes - wild, wet - grasping desperately for James’. You look terrified, and his heart sinks like a stone as the creature’s hands catch on the hem of your shirt and drag the fabric over your chest, exposing your nipples to the chill air and ripping a soft gasp from your throat.
“James,” you plead shakily, your breath coming in thick pants as the creature drags its palms along your sternum, your stomach, easing between your legs and forcing your thighs to part. Your voice catches on a sob. “James - !”
“Stop.” James’ voice comes out hollow even to his own ears. He knows he can’t stop this. Judging by the creeping sense of hopelessness on your face, you know it too. Still, he rasps, “Please, just… stop.”
The creature groans again, almost angry, and rips your clothing from your body with a series of quick, sharp tugs. You yelp as your flesh is bared, gooseflesh blooming on your naked skin, and begin to squirm, a last-ditch, desperate bid to escape the pyramid head’s hold until its hands - blood-stained and dotted with bulging veins - clamp around your waist. James can sense the creature’s growing ire, see its fingers clenching around your flesh. All it would take is a tightening of those powerful arms to crush you.
“Look at me,” James pleads, not with the creature but with you. It takes a moment for your eyes, big and damp and afraid, to swing to his, but once they do, James pushes his brow against the bars of his cage and urges you, once more, firmly, to, “Just look at me.”
Understanding dawns in your eyes, tears gleaming on your lashes before you swallow hard and blink then away, keeping your eyes glued to his even as the creature hooks the sharp edge of its pyramid-shaped helm over your shoulder and cups its hands around your heaving chest, dragging its fingertips along the peaks of your nipples until they’re hard and aching, your breath hitching each time the tight little nubs are plucked.
“That’s it,” James soothes you, your gaze burning as it bores into his. “It’s alright, you’re alright, it’s just - “ He swallows, his breath sticking in his throat. “It’s just me,” he finishes, and something like guilt curdles in the pit of his stomach even as arousal begins to stir between his legs. “It’s just me,” he repeats. “Touching you, making you feel good. It’s just me.” You keen softly around his name, lashes fluttering as you arch into the creature’s grasping hands. His hands. Because it’s just you and James in the room now, it’s just his touch warming your flesh. Because he’s who you want.
His dick twitches at the gritty-want sound of your voice. The creature groans in tandem, low, hungry, squeezing at your waist, then your hips, until it can delve between your legs and grasp at your inner thighs, nudging them apart and exposing your sex to James’ burning gaze.
“Fuck.” His breath runs heavy as he grips at the bars of his cage with one hand and clenches the other around his knee, eyes trained on the creature’s hands, its fingers drifting teasingly along the thatch of damp curls framing your sex.
“James,” you groan, canting your hips and spreading your thighs as though urging him to sink between, sink in. James swallows a curse and presses the heel of his palm to the growing bulge in his jeans, nearly hissing at the sensation of denim rubbing over aching flesh, and clenches bloodless fingers around his bars in a vain attempt to allay the desperate urge to touch you. Truly touch you.
“You’re so warm,” he breathes, because you are, you must be, and you nearly sob as the creature’s fingers drag teasingly over your sex, coating themselves in your slick. “So warm and wet and ready for me,” James continues, his voice a low rumble, throat grown achingly dry with the strength of his want. “Warmer inside,” he moans softly, squeezing at his cock. Fuck. “Warm just for me.”
You nod, cheeks wet with tears as the creature’s fingers play along your sex. James can almost feel it, the heat of your skin, the damp slickness of it, and he groans lowly as he imagines sinking between your thighs, the way you would grip and clench at his cock, the way you would cry and keen and moan as he fucked you, fevered, desperate, half-mad with need. Half-mad for him.
And then he’s falling, the heavy iron bars of his cage tumbling apart like matchsticks. James grunts as he hits the ground, hauling himself to his feet on his next breath and scrambling quickly to your side. The creature is nowhere to be found, the room bereft of its hollow breaths or the scrape of its heavy blade, and James fumbles with the sleeves of his jacket as he hurries to remove it, tossing the dark green fabric around your naked shoulders and curling trembling fingers around your flushed cheeks, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.
“Are you alright?” he croaks, arousal warring with a bone-deep relief that the creature has left you more or less unscathed, no trace of blood or bruise to mark your skin despite its rough handling of you. “Hey, talk to me. Are you - ?”
James grunts as your arms wrap around his throat and tug him down into a kiss - clumsy, open-mouthed, your cheeks still wet with shed tears. He can feel your desperation in the trembling of your limbs and in the gallop of your pulse, and with desire still churning hot through his veins, James can do nothing but groan as he draws you into his arms and curls his tongue against your palette.
“Please,” you whimper, thighs splaying around his hips as you settle into his lap. Your fingers dip between you to tug at his zipper and James moans brokenly, knowing he should tell you to stop and unable to force the words from his throat. Your movements are uncoordinated, clumsy with need, but eventually you tug his cock free of his zip, moaning against his mouth as you grind your bared sex against his and the room fills with the muted, slick clap of skin against skin.
“Ah,” James hisses as he thrusts against you, hands slipping beneath his jacket to clutch at your naked flesh. You’re just as warm as he knew you’d be, needy and desperate and so fucking ready - ready for him, desperate for him, and the satisfaction that settles hotly in James’ gut in that moment makes him feel like a monster.
But then you’re stiffening in the circle of his arms, hips jerking and mouth sliding wetly against his, and abruptly, nothing else matters - not the fog, not the town, not even the creature and its hollow breaths lurking in the darkness. Nothing except the heat of your mouth and the clenching of your body and the sound of your voice breaking around his name.
after spending so much time in silent hill, he's bound to be pent up and frustrated. I bet he'd cry when you ride him. just sitting on his lap and bouncing all pretty on his thick cock while he's trying not to sink too far into your touch but you're so fucking warm around him and your voice is so tantalizingly sweet that he can't help but sink further into you. pulling him away from hiding his face in your neck so you can see his face; all flushed and puppy eyed as you grind your hips on his. he probably whimpers all soft and sweet as you bounce on him. def pleads and begs like you're not actively fucking yourself on his cock.
pls talk to me about this pathetic wet cat coded man 🙏
CW: fingering, overstimulating, p in v (no protection), hair pulling/tugging, blowjob, babying a middle aged, miserable man, dirty talk, OOC James, porn with plot, age gap (reader is in her early twenties while James is in his mid-thirties), tit sucking, creampie, dom!James, oral (male and female receiving and giving, face f*cking, James has a breeding kink.
Summary: After partnering up with James and Maria, you could see the dynamic between them. A beautiful blonde vixen flirting with a miserable and pathetic man in search of his supposedly dead wife. Feeling a bit jealous of the interaction between them, you decided to climb the roof of the hotel to watch whatever of the sky that you can but you’re interrupted by someone.
This isn’t revised so excuse any misspelling or grammar mistakes! I was also inspired by another amazing James Sunderland x Reader writer named sundrlands so check them out!!
Enjoy loves ^^!
The fucking fog.
How come in some areas it’s dense as fuck but now when you need the fog to be dense, it’s not. You saw the blonde haired woman named, Maria latching onto James’s arms as if she couldn’t hold her own. You knew that the male was far too awkward to say anything about it, so he merely just let it be. You looked around the area, it seemed not as rundown and ruined as the other places that you guys have encountered, you caught a glimpse of a flower shop and your interest was piqued to say the least.
You jogged over to the small shop as James was looking down at the map trying to figure out where the hotel was as Maria was merely talking his ear off. You were pleasantly surprised when the flowers looked to be alive, they were still blooming in such a terrible condition. Your fingertips reached out and graced the soft petals of a Lily, the beautiful flower slightly moved by your touch before it got covered by a shadow.
You turned around to see James, which caused you to take a few steps back. His cologne was faint yet lingered around him, he smelled like clean laundry with a hint of a musky yet woody scent, the kinda smell that when you hugged someone you would try and take another whiff, “Uh..I figured out the way to the hotel, we would get there in a couple of more minutes..” The blonde haired man would mumble.
You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh as you looked back at the blossomed flower, “You speak as if I’m going to snap back at you.” James merely flushed a bit at your comment as it took him a moment to think about his next choice of words. He always seemed to do that, instead of other people who just spoke their minds without considering what others might say.
James was the opposite, it’s like he handcrafted his response for you, yet he still fell short, “I didn’t want to disturb you, you looked peaceful over here in your own world.” He hummed out as he looked down at the flowers before he reached out and tried to stroke the flower but it seemed that he lacked a certain softness to his touch.
The very Lily that you once caressed so tenderly and gently, lost a petal once James touched it. James seemed a little disheartened as the sad look on his face that he always had seemed a bit more sadder, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have touched it, it seems like whenever I touch things they always end u-..” You stopped James’s sad monologue as with a bit of confidence, you grabbed his hand with your own and gently moved over to a flower, a budding bushel of Heathers.
You guide his hand and with a gentle brush of both hands, the bushel waves gently before you pulled your hand away with a small smile as you turned to look at the taller male, “Don’t always be pessimistic James, you have a gentleness to you. You just need to be patient, now come on, Maria is waiting for you.” You said with a slight bitter tone that James seemed to catch before his soft yet gruff voice said, “You mean, us, she’s waiting for us.” To which, you merely nodded before walking back with James.
A few minutes turned to a hour and the sweet moment between you and James had seemed to dissipate into thin air. Maria was once again walking side by side with James, their hands occasionally brushed against each other more than they should. At one point, Maria mentioned how cold she was which caused James to pause before he tugged off his military jacket and held it out for her which she graciously took and slipped on. You, in the meanwhile just scoffed, how unbelievable. James was merely being a gentleman and gave the women his jacket, so she wouldn’t freeze to death and here you were acting like it was the worst betrayal of your life. I mean, it stung a bit, you asked James to borrow his jacket during a moment of rest since the room you guys were in was cold to which he merely just got up and went through the hassle of finding a semi-clean blanket and handing it to you.
You merely just looked around at whatever you could in the surrounding scenery as the fog began to slowly disappear. You looked back to see the hotel, it was small but it was near an embankment of water which gave it a nice appeal. You guys got closer and before you guys knew it, you guys separated off into your own rooms. James got the room in the middle while you and Maria got the right and left rooms next to his.
Once, James got his jacket back from Maria, you all settled into your own rooms for the night. It was a delightful surprise when the water still ran through the pipes of this hotel, it was clean water as well. You stripped out of your clothes and turned the warm water on as once your body stepped into the warmth, it melted away any stress that you had away. You guys had battled all sorts of weird ass monsters coming to this hotel, so this was refreshing to say the least. You cleaned off the grim, sweat, and the blood off your body before getting out and changing back into your clothes.
They were a bit dirty but nothing too bad, you then debated into taking a nap or just roaming around the hotel. You guys could probably stock up on whatever you needed to finish this fucked up adventure so without a second thought, you grasped the handle of the door opened it before stepping outside into the fresh night breeze. Silent Hill looked less scary when it was night, the fog almost seemed lifted and the surroundings were now noticeable.
You turned towards James’s door to see him talking with Maria as they both leaned against the iron railing. You squinted a bit and you found yourself a bit shocked to see a small smile on his face, you had more than enough seeing the two of them together so you turned on your heel and walked to the opposite side. You looked through the few rooms that were accessible and grabbed some bandages and couple of food supplies before you found a latter up to the roof of the hotel.
You shrugged before you grabbed ahold of the latter and started to climb your way up to the room. Once on top of the roof, you let out a deep sigh as the air felt fresher up here. The cold wind stung your warm skin and blew through your slightly damp hair before you found yourself sitting on top of the roof. It was comfortable, the concrete of the roof was smooth enough to not be uncomfortable as you laid back and looked up at the sky and for once in Silent Hill, you felt at peace.
You closed your eyes for a moment as the wind blew small strands of your hair away from your face, you slowly reopened your eyes and the moon was bathing everything in its moonlight, including yourself. You looked serene, downright ethereal to James as he finally found you, he was getting worried once he searched your room and every other room that you already ransacked and didn’t find you.
He took a deep breath air before releasing it as he could now be calm. A few minutes ago, he was talking to Maria, the woman was good company. She was cocky, confident, and a downright temptress but he had enough of those types of women in his younger years. The attention was nice but you caught his eye, he really shouldn’t even be considering anyone when he’s looking for his wife, yet you graced him with patience, a loving and gentle touch, and the way your eyes always seem to shine a bit more brighter whenever he talked to you made him feel..good. Mary, they had their arguments and yet, they loved each other but somewhere along the way the glimmer in her eyes and the way she looked at James, it no longer felt like home. Yet, here he was searching for her after three years of her supposed death.
James saw you staring up at the sky and found himself also in awe at how beautiful the stars shined. He then cleared his throat as he saw you perk up as if he had frightened you, “Sorry..I didn’t mean to scare you, I just got worried when I didn’t find you in your room.” He said softly, as he walked a bit more closer before he found himself sitting down a bit away from you as he didn’t want to invade your space. “Are you okay..? I mean, obviously we aren’t since we are stuck in this hellhole but you seem to become a bit more reserved.” James said as his eyes glanced at you before looking elsewhere.
A silence followed afterwards and it seemed to eat at James, maybe he shouldn’t have said anything.
You let out a huff as you turned your body to fully look at James, “Are you something with Maria?” You rebutted with a question of your own. James was stunned at the question as he felt a red flush settle at the tips of his ears as he shook his head, “Me and Maria..we are just uh..good acquaintances. That’s all..” He stumbled out as your eyes hyper focused at his small movements and gestures.
“Then..why don’t you act the same way with me? You found Maria and me at the same place, we have been traveling together for a while now and yet, it seems like..you dislike me.” You muttered out before peeling your eyes away from James. James didn’t mean to make you feel that type of way, he didn’t mean to make you feel isolated from your small little group. This place was already isolating as it is.
“I-..I’m sorry, it’s just that..well I find myself feeling some kind of way whenever I’m near you and I don’t want that to affect us, it’s difficult to explain.” You could see James in the corner of your vision, he was rubbing the back of his neck. A bubble of confidence or maybe the way the moonlight reflected on James’s eyes made him seem all the more pathetic. You patted your lap as you looked at him for a split moment, “We have all the time in the world right now, explain this feeling to me, please.”
James looked at your lap that you patted before looking up at you, he felt like if he gave in to you, he would betray Mary. He did all of this for her. He reprimanded himself for feeling a warm feeling whenever you guys even locked eyes for a split moment. Yet, a part of him craved comfort, he wished to be adored again. He wished soft hands cradled his worn and tired face and pressed soft kisses against it. Mary once did that before the damned illness took her.
He moved closer to you and placed his head on your plush thighs and closed his eyes.
Warmth.
That’s what you gave off, the scent of a sweet yet citrus scent clung onto you and your clothes. He tensed up when he felt your hands on him. One on his chest and the other one scratched his scalp and he battled to hold back a soft groan. Sinful. This was utterly sinful. He was still married to Mary, he loved his wife, yet why did he turn around and push his face onto your stomach as one of his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled him close.
“J-..James..!” You stuttered out as the touch to you was foreign. You had have past lovers and loved every single one but none of them made you feel the way James did. The older man, he made a part of you want to baby him..protect him and care for him. He could provide for himself yet to your mind that didn’t matter.
“You make me feel warm, you make me forget about Mary. It feels so wrong. I’m here for her..and yet, your arms have felt more like home than hers ever did..and I feel guilty for such thought.”
Those words that James muttered out against your stomach made your face burn unlike any other. You didn’t know how to respond as you felt him take a deep inhale and then exhale, he felt more relaxed..guess that was eating at him for a while now. Your hand merely slid from his chest towards his back and rubbed his back as she sighed.
“You don’t have to feel guilty James..I also feel the same, I just didn’t know that you felt like I did. You always seemed reserved towards me, so I just thought I made you uncomfortable for something like that.” You felt James shift before you removed your hands from him as he sat up. He was fairly close now. You could smell him just like you did in the flower shop.
“..As I stated before, I’m not uncomfortable with you. I will feel terrible if you got mixed up with someone like me, (Y/N). You’re kind, sweet, warm, patient, and just everything that I’m not. I still have this whole Mary thing to resolve. We still need to get out of here and..I’m a bit older than you. You’re barely enjoying yourself, I’m already past my prime.” James said with a soft chuckle leaving his lips. God, that chuckle..it felt like a drug. You wanted more of that.
“You should stop putting yourself down, you’re terrible at even finding a good thing about yourself, James. You have this softness in you, I can see it. It’s just hidden by troubles, nothing that a little patience and talking can’t undo and about the whole age thing. Do you really think I care? We have gone against unexplained beings and you think an age gap is what’s gonna scare me off?” You rebutted with an eye roll as James raised an eyebrow.
“Do you like your men older?”
The silence that followed was all consuming, you cleared your throat as you puffed up your chest a bit as you nodded, “Well, yes but not senile old.” This seemed to make James laugh as he turned his face away from you as his body shook with his laughter.
“So, do I fit into your criteria?” James asked as his normally reserved and cold demeanor changed slightly. It had a hint of flirtatiousness and genuine curiosity. “I mean, yeah, you do.” You said as you couldn’t help but notice him moving closer.
A sudden change in the air happened, it was noticeable. He hummed as he looked at your eyes and then down to your lips, he wanted to kiss them so badly. It was almost downright painful how much he craved to brush his lips against yours. You could feel his eyes, you almost felt naked in his stare. It felt like he was undressing you.
“Jam-..”
“Can I kiss you?”
Did you fall asleep on the roof of the hotel and now your mind was conjuring up some wet dream about the male you have been lusting over? No, this felt real. He felt real. The warmth he radiated was real. You could only nod before he leaned in close and looked into your eyes with his beautiful, enchanting blue-grey eyes, “I need you to say yes or no.”
You felt your heart beating quickly, he was close, his slow exhale of breath. You could feel it against your lips before you opened your mouth, “Yes..please.”James let out a soft and quick breathy laugh before he placed one of his hands on your neck and pulled you into the kiss. His other hand was placed on your waist as he pulled you closer to him. You couldn’t hide the slip of a soft whine tumble out of your lips.
Heavenly. That’s what James felt right now. If Silent Hill was his own personal hell then you must be his personal heaven. The hand that held your neck slowly slipped upwards towards your jaw as he held it. His tongue flicked against your bottom lip as to ask for entrance.
James acted different. This wasn’t the same man that seemed to dislike small talk or any time of human connection if it didn’t regard Mary. You might’ve unleashed a animal, a hidden side of him that you only caught glimpses at whenever he swung that metal pipe and aimed at those twisted creatures before pulling the trigger without hesitation. You opened your mouth, a tad bit but that was enough for James to slip his wet tongue into your mouth. Your arms that were once by your side slipped upwards to grasp at his faded, forest green military jacket as a anchor. Your own tongue shyly met his in a heated and sultry dance. The kiss that was supposed to be somewhat sweet became needy and sloppy.
He tilted his head to the side as his hand that was on your waist slipped down and underneath your shirt as his calloused and rough hands grasped your body as if to reassure himself that you weren’t going to slip away. That you weren’t a figment of his imagination. You were real.
The two pulled away from the kiss as a line of saliva was the only evidence of the hot and heavy kiss. James’s hand that was on your jaw slid upwards and wiped your bottom lip as the string of saliva was no longer there. The air was charged with sexual tension, it was no longer awkwardness and stepping on eggshells. It was filled with lust, need, and want.
“I need you..I want you but we don’t have to continue if you don’t want too.” James said between small soft pants as he tried to regain his steady breathing. Your eyes were hazy, in your mind, you only wanted him. You craved him. You have held back for a while and now the man that you craved, he craved you back.
“I need you as well, James Sunderland.”
Those words sealed your fate. Now, here you were, your shirt and light jacket thrown on the floor of James’s hotel room. Soft moans and pants filled the room as James left dark purplish red marks on your neck and collarbone. How you were going to explain these marks to Maria tomorrow, well, that was a problem for tomorrow. James was set on marking your skin up, claim it as his. To claim you and mark you as his woman.
His tongue licked and traced from your collarbone down the valley of your breasts. He placed a couple of sloppy kisses there as his mouth traveled to your right breast as he attached his lips around your harden bud. His tongue swirled around it as he started to suckle on your breast. His hand ran up your body and groped your left breast, his thumb and middle finger pinched and tugged on your nipple as one of your hands grasped the bedsheets and the other hand tried to muffle your moans and gasps.
Your body was soft, warm, and inviting to James. He felt like he was tainting you with all of his sinfulness, he didn’t want to damn you but at the same time. He grasped onto you as if you were his salvation and maybe, you were. His angel, his pretty girl..he wanted to leave you a beautiful mess. His teeth softly teased your nipple that was on his mouth before he pulled away with a lewd ‘pop’. Your expression was his favorite thing, yet he disliked you hiding your face.
“Don’t hide your face sweetheart, I want to see you for who you are, please.” He said as he locked eyes with yours as his mouth wrapped around your left nipple as his right hand slid up your body to tug and pinch your spit ridden nipple. He gave the same treatment to your left nipple until he felt satisfied with himself. After that, he left a couple more love marks on your chest just to make sure as pulled away from your shivering body.
“May I?” He said as he eyed your pants as you nodded as your hands slid down to unbutton and unzip your pants so that he didn’t need to struggle as much. His hands then grabbed the hem on your pants and panties before he tugged them down in one fluid motions. The need to cover your intimate area was strong as your hand slipped between your thighs to cover your slicked cunt. James found that cute, he dropped your pants and panties on the ground before his attention returned to you.
He grasped your waist and pulled you to the edge of the bed as he made you sit up as he got on his knees. He wanted to taste you, badly. He looked up at you for a sign of hesitation before you nodded once again in consent as his hands prided your thighs open. He felt himself salivate when he saw your cunt dripping for him, “All for me, pretty girl~?” He cooed as he looked up once more to see your flustered face. He chuckled as he began with pressing soft kisses on your inner thighs as he teased you with small nips to your thighs. He suckled a few marks on your inner thighs before he was face to face with your cunt.
He closed his eyes as his tongue slipped out and a wet stripe licked your slit. You instant let out a whine as your thighs tensed up, he kept your thighs apart using his hands which were wrapped around them. He prodded his wet muscle into your cunt as his nuzzled his face into your wet heat. His nose occasionally bumped against your clit as his tongue lapped at your juices as he eagerly tasted you like if you were an expensive wine. His tongue prodded your clenching entrance before he nuzzled his face more into your cunt as his tongue slipped into your clenching and unclenching entrance.
His slurping became downright pornographic as your hands left the crumpled up bedsheets and slipped into his dirty blonde locks. Your head fell back as your lips were in a ‘o’ shape as moans and whines of pleasure left them. You began to grind your cunt against his mouth as the way he slurped you like he was a hungered man was all too addictive. The way his nose bumped against your clit would send shivers down your spine as goosebumps riddled your body, “J-..James~!” You moaned his name loudly.
This made James prideful, he pulled away from your slicked cunt as leaned his head against your thighs as you guys once again locked eyes as he panted heavily. He looked downright fucking sinful, his hair a tousled mess in your hands, his face flushed red, his eyes glazed over with pure lust and admiration, and his lips along with his chin were smeared with a combination of his spit and your juices. “Use me to get off, c’mon baby girl, I’m only here for you.” He panted out.
Those words made your eyes roll to the back of your head as his lips wrapped around your clit. Fucking hell. He was so fucking good, you felt the coil in your stomach come to life. One of his hands left your thighs as they slipped down to your cunt, his index and pointer finger slipped into your cunt without much resistance. He angled them upwards and curled them in a ‘come here’ motion, you soon began to grind your cunt on his face like if he was merely a tool for your pleasure.
The coil began to slowly unravel as he continued to suckle on your clit as his fingers quickened in pace as he felt you clenching non-stop on his fingers. You pushed his face against your cunt with your hands as his unused hand gripped your thighs in a bruising hold before he pulled away as he heard a disappointed and pitiful whine leave your pretty lips. He panted heavily as his chest rose and fell quickly as he tried to regain all the air he needed. He fell back on his ass as his other hand that was on your thigh wiped his face clean from your wetness. “Not yet, pretty girl, you aren’t going to cum that easily.”
He said as before he stood up, he then began to strip. Once he was naked, he had scratch marks and cuts on his body. They had long scarred which meant he probably got them long ago, your eyes mapped out his entire body before your eyes found his cock. He was trimmed, neat which surprised you. He was a good six and a half inches, he was more length than girth. He had a pretty pink tip, that was currently leaking pre-cum as it seemed that eating you out worked him up.
You looked up at him as he walked towards you, you licked your lips as he loomed over you. He grabbed your chin as his thumb ran across your lip, “Will you be a good little girl and suck me off, ‘hm?” He asked as you merely dumbly nodded, “Then, what’re you waiting for?” He let go on your chin before as he grabbed your hair into a ponytail as your mouth opened to let him slide into your mouth.
Your mouth wrapped around his tip as your tongue licked his slit that was leaking pre-cum. You swirled your tongue around his head before you slowly took more into your mouth, you had a bit of a gagging reflex so little by little did you take his cock into your mouth. You felt the tip of his cock press against the back your throat which caused you to gag, your hands held onto his muscular thighs as your nails dug onto them. He was fully in your mouth, he could see that you were tense so, he gave you a bit of advice, “Relax..breathe through your nose. You will cause yourself to gag more if you try to breathe through your mouth.” He said as he felt you take his advice.
He then started to bob your head up and down his cock as he felt drool mixed with pre-cum coat his cock. He also heard a bit of it fall onto the floor beneath the both of you, he let soft groans out as his head lolled back in pleasure as the hold that he had on your hair tighten, “That’s it darling, you’re taking my cock so well…” He mumbled out as he slowly began to buck his hips into your mouth. As when he looked down at you, he saw your pretty mouth around his cock as those tear filled eyes looked at him.
“Fuck..if you look at me like that, I might just cum early, doll face.” He muttered through gritted teeth as he felt you hollow your cheeks to create more suction. He felt you become more comfortable as he placed his other hand on your head as he began to lightly thrust into your mouth. The lewd noises and the occasional gagging sound around his cock made him shiver. He felt the knot in his stomach slowly appear.
He quickened his pace a bit more as he almost lost himself when he felt you swallow around his cock. The way your throat tighten around his cock, it was fucking heaven sent. You were a fucking miracle. He began to just fully thrust into your mouth as you slacked your jaw, letting him fully fuck your mouth as groans and..a whimper left his mouth. Oh, this was heavenly, he made such a pretty noise that made you bob your head with his thrusting as you felt his cock throbbing into your mouth more frequently.
It was you that pulled away from his grasp as you coughed, your lips were swollen from the kissing and the sucking you were just doing. He let out a frustrated groan leave his lips as he felt his cock throbbing as his orgasm was so close. You inhaled and exhaled deeply as your chest heaved, “If I couldn’t get my..orgasm, then you can’t either..” You panted out as James merely glared at you before he nodded, it was only fair. He edged you close to your orgasm and you did the same.
He pushed you down on the bed as he towered over you as you guys scooted upwards onto the bed a bit more. James placed a pillow underneath you and moved you close to him, you wrapped your legs around his hips as he looked at you, “Uh..I don’t have a condom, are you sure?” James asked as his hands were on your hips as his thumbs wrapped smoothing circles on your skin. You bit your lip as you thought for a moment before nodding, “Yeah, it’s okay..I want to feel all of you.” You mumbled.
James nodded as he positioned himself before he slowly slipped inside you. You winced a bit at the penetration as it had a been awhile since you slept with someone. James gritted his teeth as he swore that he wasn’t about to cum right then and there. You were fucking tight, he huffed as the grip on your waist tighten as he slowly sank more of his length into your cunt. You, in the other hand, you felt filled. He thrusted fully into you as your toes curled as he let you get used to him and his size.
A few seconds passed before you rolled your hips and a soft moan left your lips, you looked at him and gave him a reassuring nod as he bottomed out before thrusting back into you. Your hands wrapped around his neck as your nails dug into his board shoulder, “F-..fuck, James..feels so fucking good~!” You whined out as James settled for a slow yet deep pace.
Skin on skin slapping could be heard throughput the room, the scent of sex lingered and consumed the air in the room as the bed squeezed with every deep thrust that James gave you. Your moans mingled with his groans as his hands ran up your body and groped your breasts as bounced every time that he thrusted into your squelching cunt. Lips messily found each other as both of you locked lips in a sloppy and lustful kiss. Passion and..love was found between the two of you. You guys fucked each other like if you were in your own honeymoon.
You guys complete forgot about the outside world and the cruel reality. You guys were completely focused on each other, saliva slicked lips found bare and naked skin to mark as James pace became more quick. Your nails ran down his back creating red irritated marks as he groaned, one of his hands slipped away from your breasts and down to your clit. He rubbed quick and tight circles as he felt you clench around him like a vice, trying to milk him for everything that he had, “f-..fucking hell, c’mon doll face, take my cock. After we are..out of here, I will make you my pretty wife and fuck a baby into you, yeah~?” James said rolled his hips into your cunt.
You nodded as you were feeling so fucking good, he was fucking you so good. “y..yeah, I wanna be your pretty wife..fuck a baby into me right now, please baby~!” You whined against his ear as he nodded. Both of you too drunk out of each other’s presences as the coil in your stomach grew too tight as he quicken the pace into a more quick and deep pace as his kissed your g-spot so fucking precisely and him rubbing your bundle of nerves didn’t help as you came around his cock without warning. You clenched around him tightly as he felt your walls spasm around his cock.
“Good girl..coming on cock so prettily, gonna make you a mommy, mhm, you want that baby girl, ‘hm~?” James said as he wrapped his unused arm around your waist and pulled you close to cold sweat covered body. You nodded dumbly as you felt overstimulated, the way he kept fucking you like a mere ragdoll, chasing his own orgasm made you clench around him. You bit down on his shoulder he as he continued to thrust into you as he felt his cock twitching more frequently, “Close..I’m gonna breed you, my sweet girl. Make you mine fully, come on, cum with me. Let’s cum together….” He muttered as his breathing was ragged.
His chest heaved quickly as his thumb started to swipe against your clit as his thrusts became animalistic in pace as he pounded into you. He groaned loudly into your shoulder as came deep into you. Filling your womb to the brim with his seed as you cried out as you came hard. He stopped swiping on your clit as both his arms held you close to him. He could feel himself twitching inside you. Fuck..you both were tired. He slowly pulled out of you with a wince as you merely groaned, you felt his sticky, warm seed drip out of your abused cunt.
James pulled you down onto the bed with him as he would clean this mess up later but right now, he wanted to relish in the afterglow. He pressed a kiss to your forehead as his hands rubbed your back as you nuzzled into his chest, “I will do everything I can to get us out of Silent Hill..I promise.” He muttered against your hair as you merely nodded as you were fair too tired to form any sentences. He soon felt your body go limp as you feel into a deep slumber.
This wasn’t about Mary anymore, he had to move on from her..he loved Mary but you loved him even if he was a broken man. You chose to embrace him and give yourself to him regardless of the darkness within himself.
You were his saint, his angel, his goddess..his little piece of heaven.
KINKTOBER PROMPT THREE: DACRYPHILIA | JAMES SUNDERLAND x GN!READER (18+)
WC: ~8.4k
Summary: James finally gives in.
CW: Age gap, crying during sex (James, not reader), James feeling guilty. Reader is afab but there's no gendered terms used, though they're wearing more "feminine" clothes (a skirt in their slutty little halloween costume). I can't think of anything else?
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You swore you were done for the night after your last drink, but as you lay eyes on him you reconsider.
He's blond, with a jaw covered in stubble and tired eyes lined with dark circles. Older looking, too—too old to be in a place like this on Halloween, especially without a costume to add any whimsy and distract from how depressed he looks. He lurks in a shadowed corner of the room as he stares down at the wood of the bar. The shadows cast on his face from the dim light of the bar give him an almost gaunt look, only serving to make him look more tired and even older than he seems.
It's not long before he feels your gaze on him and nervously glances your way with those same sad eyes. They widen as he looks down at your (admittedly revealing) costume before quickly flicking away, face drawn tight in guilt. You can't exactly say you blame him; you'd be ashamed of yourself too if you were that old and still hanging out in bars full of college kids for you to ogle.
Still, he looks easy to funnel a few drinks out of and is even easier on the eyes.
You're not giving yourself up that easily, though. He seems quick to squirm under attention and you intend on doing just that. Like how you catch his eyes dropping down to your exposed legs more than once, or when you shoot him a quick little smile and he very nearly spills his drink in his surprise. Whether that shock came from you noticing him staring you down or the fact that you're—in a way—reciprocating that attention you aren't sure, but it shocks a laugh out of you that you quickly cover with your hand.
The first drink comes not long after you smile in his direction. You linger by the bar as you sip on it, peeking in his direction when you feel his eyes burning through you as you wait for him to approach. All you get in return, though, is another panicked glance away when you catch him making eyes at your legs again.
By the second drink, you've more than tired of the bashful act. The guy was clearly here for a reason—much like you—but obviously couldn't man up enough to come and get it. You close in on the man slowly but surely, skirting around the drunken revelry before you in an attempt to get to know the shadow of a man in the corner.
"You know," you start, sliding into the empty seat next to him. Your voice seems to startle him, his entire body jolting once he gets a whiff of your scent. He glances at you, unable to make eye contact in his anxiety, before quickly looking somewhere over your shoulder instead of at your face. "Most guys actually approach someone after buying them a drink."
"Well…" he shrugs, shoulders sagging in a way that gives off the demeanor of a man already defeated.
He still won't look at you. You wait for him to continue, though nothing but silence falls between you two, made slightly less awkward only by the music and chatter surrounding the you both. Your eyes narrow playfully, bumping your shoulder against his in an attempt to get him to loosen up. He jumps like he'd just been shot at the gentle contact, eyes flitting down to where you'd just touched him and staring. You raise your hands in mock surrender, instead going to lean against the bar so they're in clear view and clearly not cooking up any surprise touches again.
At least not for now.
"What's a big guy like you doing in a place like this anyways?"
"I come here… often," the man says, giving you your first real taste of his voice. It's low and raspy and the warmth of it would curl somewhere deep in your gut if you didn't know he was lying to you. This bar was one you frequented, and you'd never seen him before. You'd recognize him too—he sticks out in this place like a sore, depressed thumb in all the excited buzz from college students.
"Well I've never seen you around here before," you pout, reaching out to rest a tentative hand on his forearm closest to you. He tenses, but doesn't pull away, instead staring down at the point of contact like it'd burned him. You lean closer, close enough to smell a hint of mint aftershave over the more powerful scent of petrichor and dusty books, and smile sweetly up at him. "And trust me, I would remember."
He glances warily at you at that comment, eyes squeezing shut as if he almost can't believe what he's hearing. After a moment of hesitation, he continues.
"I guess I should say I did come here often," he says, clearing his throat. "Back in my college days."
You tilt your head to the side and your smile grows like it's the most interesting thing you've heard all night. Maybe it is. "And how long ago was that?"
"Almost two decades now," he says, shoulders sagging at the confession. Almost as if he knows how it looks for someone his age to be hanging around a place like this but he still can't bear to leave.
"Oh!" You exclaim, tapping your finger to your chin as if thinking hard on something. "I may as well have still been in diapers then."
Admittedly, the laugh that leaves you when his face falls is a bit mean spirited.
"Jesus, kid," he groans, hand coming up to cover his face, pinching the bridge of his nose as if he's got a headache coming on.
The man looks mortified when he sees your face fall at the nickname, his cheeks flushing so brightly under your scrutiny you notice it even in the dim light of the bar as he downs the rest of his drink. You can't help but wonder how long it's been since someone's flirted with him considering his first course of action when obviously trying to get into your pants was to call you kid. You muse to yourself that he's lucky the nickname was doing wonders for you, watching as he sags forward heavily and rests his elbow on the bar.
It's only then that you notice a mark on his ring finger, though the ring that seems to take residence there is suspiciously absent.
You're left wondering if that's why he seems so hesitant despite what he's clearly here for. Even if you don't intend on sleeping with a married man, it's not the worst opportunity you've ever had to get a few free drinks. If he is cheating on his spouse, you can at least bleed him dry before he has a chance to go sniffing around for someone who might indulge him.
"Hey!" You exclaim in mock offense, moving to shove lightly at his shoulder. He allows the touch this time, letting you push him with surprisingly little effort. "This kid has a name."
You stick your hand out and introduce yourself, cocking your head to the side and waiting expectantly. His eyes flicker from your hand to your face before he eventually gives in, large hand wrapping around yours with ease. "I'm, uh… James. My name is James."
"Well, James," you say, hand releasing his only once you've stroked your thumb along his ring finger. His name comes out half purred from your lips. "Now that you know I'm not a kid, how about we celebrate with a drink or two?"
Your attempts might just be the most obvious thing in the world, but James eats them up all the same. He shoots you a despairing look even as he flags down the bartender and tells her to put whatever you order on his tab too. Fresh drink in hand, you angle your head towards him as your eyes rove across his side profile.
He's even more handsome up close than he was from afar, that you can't deny. Long eyelashes cast shadows over his cheeks, and now that you're closer to him you can finally see his eyes are a pretty shade of green whenever he peeks at you from the corner of his eye like a nervous prey animal. Not to mention his jawline, sharp and covered in stubble that you can't help but want to run your fingers over to feel the scratch of.
The hand on his forearm drifts lower, closer to his hand. Towards his wrists, his green jacket has ridden up, allowing you to feel the slightest brush of his arm hair against your fingertips as you drag your fingers across his skin. James just stares down at your hand as if he can't believe someone is actually willing to touch him all the while.
It doesn't take long for guilt to eat at your conscience. Free drinks from a handsome older man or not, you don't want to come between a marriage. Your index makes its way over to his ring finger, tapping the tan line still prominent on his skin.
"So, James," you practically coo at him. He shivers like it's his first time hearing his name when you say it. "I couldn't help but notice this. I'm not destroying a happy marriage, am I?"
James looks as if he might be sick. He shakes his head frantically, eyes wide as if it physically pained him to even think of that being a possibility. "What? No! Of course not. I'd—I'd never do that."
His hand slides out from under yours, falling to his side as he messes with the bottom of his jacket. You watch as his thumb rubs shaky circles against the fabric. Another uncomfortable silence falls between you before James finally spits out what's bothering him. "I… I had a wife. She died, though. I just—just wear the ring still." He fishes a golden wedding band out of the pocket of his jacket closest to his heart and turns it in the dark glow of the bar. "Occasionally. Not all the time."
Well, now you feel like an asshole. You're still 50/50 on if the guy is just giving you a sob story to try and get to you or if he's just trying to move on from his dead wife. You can always poke the bear and figure it out, you suppose. You hadalready gotten multiple free drinks out of him if things go sour.
"You sure your wife didn't just leave you?"
James's mouth falls open in shock, shouting No! so loud people on the other side of the bar snap their heads in your direction. "She'd never. We… We loved each other."
Okay, maybe you were an asshole. He's doing a pretty good job keeping up appearances if he is lying, and the downright pitiful way his voice just cracked almost pulls at your heartstrings.
"Sorry," you say, voice so soft James strains to hear you over the buzz of people around you. "I just had to make sure. I don't want to come out of this a homewrecker."
James seems to pale at your words, as if the lengths of your age gap is finally catching up to him. Eyebrows furrowed, he mutters, "Why would you be a homewrecker?"
Then quieter, under his breath: "What the hell am I doing?"
He doesn't give you time to respond to what looks to be the beginnings of a mental spiral. "Look… I'm—I'm sorry for lashing out, kid. Here—" he flags down the same bartender from before. "You want another drink?"
"Only if you drink with me."
James sighs, eyelids squeezed shut, but eventually nods a single bob of his head. He's every bit the spitting image of a man in too deep to back out now. James downs nearly half of his drink in one go when it arrives before slowly turning to finally face you again. You take a swig of your own once he's facing you, eyes fluttering shut as it burns its way down your throat. You can't help but notice James's eyes are still glued to your throat when you open them again.
Your lips stretch into a smile you hope looks innocent enough before you look him dead in the eye and ask, "So, James. What brings you here tonight?"
This question seems to throw him for a loop. You aren't exactly hiding your attempts at disarming him, but James either hasn't noticed or just doesn't care enough to bring it up. The flush that settles on his cheeks goes beyond the rosy glow of being tipsy and you think you already have your answer before he even speaks.
"I wanted to… decompress," James eventually rasps out, all the while refusing to make eye contact with you.
That's certainly a way to put what he's after.
You hum, propping your elbow up on the bar and resting your head in your hand. "Decompress with a drink? Or are you looking for something else?"
James sputters, very nearly choking on his whiskey. His hand slams down on the bar and the sound of rattling glasses is muffled only by the music and chatter from nearby patrons. "What—what makes you think that I'm here for that?"
"Well," you say, leaning forward to straighten the fabric of his jacket's collar once he trails off. James stiffens under your touch, eyes flicking down to your hands that linger a bit too long to be appropriate. His Adam's apple bobs mere centimeters away from your fingers, the muscles in his neck cording as he swallows. "When you buy someone a drink—multiple, no less—they might get ideas, James..."
James still seems almost in disbelief at the fact that you're here with him, touching and flirting back with a man nearly two decades your senior. But really, with a face like that, how could you not? He's almost distractingly handsome with his strong, stubble-covered jaw and bright green eyes. In what world could he consider himself unworthy of your attention? It must be the whole dead wife thing, you suppose. That or he's still grappling with the fact that he's still attracted to someone as young as you.
He scrambles for a response, hands trembling as they come up in surrender. "I don't know what you're talking about," James eventually rasps out, and you can feel the rumble of his voice travel from deep within his chest where your hands rest near his throat.
You can only smile as you pat his scratchy cheek in response to that. "Sure."
James pulls himself out of your grasp with an exhale that almost sounds pained. He clearly needs a minute, and you don't want to scare him off. "I'm gonna head to the bathroom for a second, okay?"
Your voice drops to a hush as you lean closer to whisper into his ear, "You can either meet me in there, or I'll come right back after a few."
You watch over your shoulder as you retreat to the restroom. A smile tugs at your lips as you see James shoot you an unsure wave (one that you quickly return) before turning your attention back to navigating towards the bathroom. Several long minutes pass with you seeing neither hide nor hair of James, long enough for you to turn knocks at the door away multiple times over. Luring him into the bathroom isn't the most romantic of gestures, but you can't exactly say you're opposed to hooking up with a hot older man in a bathroom stall.
You're almost worried you'd overstepped when the fourth set of knocking comes; you're about to yell at them to go away through the door when a familiar low voice calls your name. Snapping to attention, you almost immediately swing the door open and usher James in. James presses his back against the door as you reach around him to lock it, as if putting as much distance possible between the two of you is enough to extinguish the burning tension simmering in the air.
So James had watched you long enough to see which restroom you'd stepped in to. Maybe you were making progress. He was here, after all, was he not?
James's voice cuts you off just as you're wordlessly reaching down to unbuckle his belt. "Why did you want me to follow?"
Brow furrowed, you glance up to make eye contact with the oblivious man before you. Well—you're not so sure if he's oblivious so much as willfully ignorant as to what's brewing between you. Still, you're left blinking owlishly up at him.
Your fingers finally settle on the smooth leather of his belt and the flush on his cheeks would make you laugh if the situation wasn't so ridiculous. James's hand reaches out to stop you in your tracks, and a heat settles in your gut as you realize just one of his trembling hands can completely encompass both of your own. Whether his body is wracked with shame or desire, you can't exactly say.
"Well, I was about to suck you off, so what do you think?"
James's eyebrows shoot so high in his shock they're nearly hidden in his hairline. His only response is to sputter, and you realize with a shiver that James's hand has tightened around yours. "I—here?"
You only shrug in response. "Is that not what you came here for?"
"I—no—look, kid I shouldn't. Not with someone so much younger than me."
The combination of that damn nickname and the booze working its magic has something dangerously hot thrumming through your body. Your head tilts in response, asking, "Have you not been flirting with me all night? Like I said, James. You buy someone that many drinks, you may as well have already asked them to come home with you."
"That wasn't flirting," he mutters, grip tightening around your wrist. There's a tone in his voice that almost reminds you of a scolding parent.
"James, if you're trying to fuck me, you really have to stop acting like a disapproving dad."
Perhaps it was mean of you to be so harsh just to see him squirm, but the way his eyes flutter shut in defeat only leaves you smiling in response.
One of your hands slowly slips from beneath James's own, coming to rest once more on his stubbled cheek. In a move that seems to surprise you both, James leans into your touch, turning to press his lips against the palm of your hand. Your grin only grows wider as his mouth falls open in shock, eyes wide and looking for any semblance of an excuse to shoot back at you. He quickly gives up once he sees your expression, pupils blown into black abysses and lips parted at the sight of him being so damn needy. James glances away, once again unable to make eye contact with you so close and clearly able to read him like a book.
The pad of your thumb strokes over his cheek, leaning so close James startles when he feels your breath ghost against his lips. Eyes half-lidded, you ask, "Do you wanna get out of here?"
James looks simultaneously relieved and terrified now that you've said the quiet part out loud. To his credit, he actually seems to wrestle with your offer before nodding a shaky jerk of his head yes. His hesitation is all in the way his brow furrows, Adam's apple bobbing when he inhales so sharply you can hear the air being sucked into his lungs. You can't seem to pull your eyes away from the way his index finger traces a bead of precipitation around the rim of his glass.
"There's a motel around the block," he finally says, snapping your attention from his hands back to his face.
You cover your mouth in faux offense at the word motel. "A motel, James, really? Fucking me like a low class whore tonight, it seems?"
You only want to toy with him, really, but the look that flashes across his face at your words has you dropping the act pretty quickly after his quick huff of laughter. There's something else in his expression too, something in the way his cheeks flush and pupils expand that tells you he doesn't exactly mind your teasing.
"Kid—" James calls out, quickly cutting himself off to instead murmur your name. "—I need to stop calling you that. But listen, I don't mean it like that. I just assumed you didn't want some random stranger all alone in your home, and I'm a few too many drinks in to drive us all the way back to mine."
His hand moves to cradle the one still resting against his face, a comforting warmth against your own. "I figured walking down the block was the best bet for both of us."
You supposed he does have a point. Laughing, your hand pokes at his cheek. "I was only teasing, James."
Thankfully, the older man seems to be relaxing in your presence the slightest bit. A quiet chuckle falls from his lips as he playfully swats your hand away, only to die in his throat when you twist your hand around to interlace your fingers with his. James very nearly smiles at the contact before it quickly falls from his face, a frown weighing down the corners of his lips. You can see the conflict still warring behind his eyes, and quickly rise to your feet and squeeze his hand in an attempt to pull him from his thoughts. You assume what he's grappling with is either something to do with his wife or the age difference. Maybe even both.
You unlock the door behind James, holding it open for him to step back out into the bar. Your trace the outline of his form with your eyes, silhouetted by the dim lights of the bar. While James still looks as if one wrong word could send him to tears, he seems resigned to what's about to go down between the two of you.
Eventually your gaze lands on your still joint hands lingering by his belt. With a smile, you gently tug him in the direction of the exit.
"Well, big guy," you say, voice lilting. "Where's this motel you're so keen on showing me?"
James gently tugs you in the direction of the motel he has in mind, and you think you catch a hint of a smile on his flushed cheeks at your decided upon nickname for him. At the first sight of a shiver wracking your body, he pulls you tight against his side. The heat that radiates off of him almost immediately seeps into your bones, and you relax into his side despite the still lingering tension.
You figure you may as well bite the bullet.
"Have you… done this? Since her?"
James very nearly stumbles over himself at your question. He clears his throat, hand tightening against your side. "Done what?"
Your eyes narrow at him. "Fucked someone, James."
His free hand comes up to rub at the back of his neck, gaze heavy as he pulls it away from you and shakes his head no. James seems to sag beneath the weight of his confession, as if what he's doing with you is an unshakeable presence on his shoulders. "No. I haven't."
You slow to a standstill, yanking James back as he tries to move past the conversation. The sidewalk is mostly empty now, though you still pull him beneath an alcove out of the way of any passersby. Turning James to face you, you slip from his grasp. His hand trails after your presence, lingering in the newfound space between the two of you before eventually falling back to his side.
"You didn't think this was important to mention?"
James very nearly jumps out of his skin at that. "No! Of course it's important. I—I just didn't want to…" His hands clench at his sides as he looks for the words. "I didn't want to put any pressure on you… Or make you feel as if you had to do anything special for me."
When his eyes open, you're so close he could count every single one of your eyelashes if he had the time. A shiver runs down his spine at the feeling of your breath brushing across his lips. James's bright green eyes, lined with dark circles, settle on your lips.
"Can I kiss you?" you ask, rocking forward on the balls of your feet. Gingerly, your hands rest on his shoulders to pull him down towards your height.
Swallowing, his eyes flutter shut once more. He nods after a moment of deliberation. You get the sinking feeling that he wouldn't have said yes if his eyes were open and he had to face the tangible proof of his actions, most notably youstanding before him.
James's lips are chapped when you lean up to press against them. Unmoving, too, at least for the first few seconds, though you swear you can hear him gasp. He huffs out a sigh against your lips, rough hand cupping your cheek. He's so warm,warm against your lips, your cheek, where you're pressed chest to chest.
A swipe of your tongue against his bottom lip leaves him groaning, and you push forward to suck his tongue into your mouth. James shudders at the feeling, crowding you backwards until your back hits the rough brick wall behind you. Your hand slides up to tangle in his hair just as you feel one of his long-fingered hands slide down your hip. A knee slots between your legs and you're all too eager to spread them so you can roll your hips down against him.
There's a small, desperate part of you that almost wants to drag him into the alley to your left and go at him like a crazed animal, but you aren't particularly keen on getting charged for public indecency. You linger near his mouth once you pull away, breathing in the same sharp breaths of air as him.
"James," you huff out, wiping away the spit that still lingers in the corner of your mouth. "Take me to that motel nowbefore we get arrested because I take you back there," you say with a quick tilt of your head towards the alley.
A small smile twitches at the corners of James's lips despite the embarrassed flush on his cheeks, eyes open wide in shock. It's almost as if he can't believe he managed to pull such a reaction out of you.
"Okay," he rasps out, though it takes a second for him to muster up the wherewithal to pull away from you.
You straighten your outfit out before accepting his offered arm, hand resting on his forearm and drawing idle shapes against the inside of his wrist as he guides you to the motel with a newfound urgency. The slick feeling between your thighs has you picking up your pace as well, eager to get out of the autumn chill even with James's wandering hands all over you. Your destination is immediately recognizable by the blinking letters spelling out VACANCY in all caps, and you're so relieved you almost collapse into James at the sight.
He glances through the glass entrance doors before holding them open for you, scanning the room. There's a brief moment where you second guess this whole thing—had he been checking to make sure he wasn't seen with you? Thankfully, most of your anxiety fades away with the speed at which he drags you to the front counter. You're suddenly grateful for the absence of people in the room besides the reception; you'd do anything right now to get into a private place with him fast.
Before you can even ask about how you're handling splitting the costs of the room, James pulls out his wallet and slaps a card down. You can't hold back your pleased laugh at his eagerness, and the receptionist's shocked expression only serves to make things worse for you. James lets out a quiet amused huff, ears tinged pink when you glance at him from the corner of your eye.
The receptionist rings him up with a bored expression before handing the keys over. You grab them with your free hand before he can, already having noticed the tremors in his hand from where your arms are linked. James shoots you a grateful little smile, and with that you both make your way to your room.
James is very nearly trailing behind you by the time you get to your room, his earlier excitement seemingly having faded into trepidation once more. You figure the reality of the situation is catching up to him now, but you have the feeling he'd rather deal with it in the privacy of your room than in front of potential onlookers. Gently, you steer him into the room.
His pretty green eyes are glued to the floor now, and something in your chest feels like it might crack. "James?" you call, voice soft. "You alright?"
He only hums under his breath, eyes squeezed shut. Guilt immediately gnaws a hole through your body, blood running cold. It's almost sobering, this wave of clarity that hits you. "We don't have to do anything, if you don't want this, James."
Under different circumstances, saying those words to someone so much older than you would leave you laughing.
James's gaze snaps up with a frantic shake of his head no. "That's the problem," he murmurs, voice cracking on the first word. "I want this. I want you so bad it hurts, and I—I don't know what to do with that anymore."
"Are you sure?" you ask, hand reaching out to rest on his cheek. "I won't be… offended, or anything, if this is too much."
Brows furrowed, your eyes follow the slide of tears running wet tracks down his cheeks and catching on your hand. James inhales another stuttering breath, voice shaky when he says, "It's not. I want this."
I want this is sounding more like a reassurance than a statement, but you can't exactly argue when his lips are pressing so intently against yours. You relax into the kiss even as the taste of salty tears invades your mouth. James shudders when you bite at his bottom lip, and the low whimper that hits your ears might be what it sounds like at the gates of heaven.
There's a stringy bit of saliva connecting you when you part for air, broken only by the swipe of your tongue against your lips. James rests his forehead against yours, panting against your face as he takes you in. You grin shakily at him and swipe your thumb against his cheek, wiping tears from his despondent face.
"You're sure about this?" you ask once more.
"Yes," James chokes out.
You move to take your costume's headband off, throwing it somewhere across the room with a little smile. Your hands slide under the warm material of James's jacket until you reach his shoulders and can move to push it off of his frame. The offensive green jacket falls and gives you a brief glimpse at his gray button up before you're pulling him down into another tear-stained kiss.
You work at the buttons of his shirt as you open your mouth for him, sucking at his lip before licking at his tongue. His entire body trembles beneath your touch even as he leans into it, pressing himself against you so close you struggle to finish unbuttoning him. Your hand lingers at the bottom of his shirt, so close to the tent in his pants he lets out a pleased little noise when you brush against it.
James's hands stop you once you pull away to take your top off, shaking his head. "Can… can you keep it on?" he pants, grinding himself into your hip with a groan.
You glance down at yourself and the black latex of your nurse costume with a laugh. "You got a thing for nurses, James?"
He shudders at your tone of voice, and though he shakes his head no you both know it's a lie.
"I can keep it on," you say, bringing his face closer for another quick kiss.
Instead of attempting to take the rest of your clothes off, you sit back on the bed and get to work unlacing your boots. James looks confused for a moment before dropping to his knees and pushing your hands away so he can deal with the task of removing your shoes.
"Thanks," you practically purr. You could get used to the view of James on his knees before you. "Couldn't exactly take my underwear off with these clunky things on."
James's breath shudders at your words, hips moving of their own accord to press against your leg. He looks mortified with himself and goes to move away until you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug. James fucking whines at the feeling, grinding jerky motions into you, and who are you to deny him?
You yank his head back after a moment, licking your lips at the sight of his bared throat. "As much as I'd love to see you come apart humping my leg," you start, free hand coming up to rub at the stubble of his cheek, "I do want you inside me tonight."
You realize the tears are back in James's eyes once he's looking directly up at you, slowly trailing from the corners of his eyes into his hairline at the angle you hold his head at. Whether they're in pleasure or shame you can't say, but the sight of his reddening eyes and hiccuping breath leaves a knot tightening in your stomach either way.
He nods finally, continuing to work his way down your half-laced boot. You lift your leg to help him pull it off and watch as his eyes immediately slip to the new skin under your skirt exposed by the new angle. Shit, James might even be looking at your cunt. The underwear you had chosen for tonight had to be skimpy lest they show through the exposed sides of your skirt, and you know for a fact that what little material there was is already soaked through.
James makes quick work of your other boot, going through the same process as before when pulling it from your foot. This time, though, he holds your leg up and continues staring up under your skirt. Wiping his tears, you coo at him, "You wanna take those off for me, too?"
As if waiting for you to ask, James nods so eagerly it's as if you just asked him if he wanted a million dollars. "Yes," he pants, leaning into your touch on his cheek. "God, yes, please let me."
You pat his cheek before nodding, and he moves like a man possessed. A hand comes up to rest on your hips, lifting them as the other shakily slides beneath your skirt. James fumbles with the fabric for a moment before finally hooking his fingers over the top and yanking them down your legs in one go.
James brings the soaked through fabric up to his face, breathing in the scent of you with a moan. He shoots a hand out to palm at his still clothed cock, rocking up into himself. "I need to taste you," he croaks out, dropping your underwear from his face and placing his hands on your knees to spread them apart. "Please, please let me taste you."
Well, how could you say no to that?
The second you nod, James shoves himself under your skirt. He has to slide up the skin tight fabric to make room for himself and you gasp at the feeling of his breath against your center. A finger runs up through your folds, slow and thick, immediately followed by his tongue. Your hands bury in his sandy hair, pulling him flush against your cunt at the feeling of his stubble scratching your thighs. He responds by taking your clit into his mouth and sucking, circling it with his tongue as your thighs tremble.
Every noise you make, every tug of his hair, leaves James whining against you. He slides down, nose pressed flush against your clit, to lap at your hole. James's hands bounce you against his face from their position on your hips, tongue fucking deeper and deeper into your cunt. It's only when you feel him circling you with a finger that you realize how dangerously close you are to finishing. He slips his pointer finger into you and your thighs squeeze so tight around his head you hear him gasp in shock.
James fucks you open slow and deep, lapping at your clit as he slips another finger alongside the first. He curls them inside you, pressing right against your velvet insides in a way that has your vision going black around the edges. The knot in your stomach from before tightens once more, snapping under the toe-curling pressure as you cum with his name on your tongue.
"James," you pant, hips jerkily moving to meet the motion of his fingers still fucking into you. "You're s-so good. Feel so, so good."
The sound he makes at your praise nearly leaves you wondering if he'd finished with you.
You have to pull him from your spasming pussy by his hair, seeing as he seemed content to continue probing at you long after your orgasm had passed.
James's face is coated with a layer of your slick when he reappears from between your legs, the remnants of you shiny across his face. He drags his fingers across the side of his face to slide some of your essence into his mouth with a groan, sucking on the fingers he'd just had buried inside of you so hard his cheeks hollow.
You pull James up into a kiss by his jaw, and he leans into your touch readily. His tongue is heady with your taste as he moans into your mouth, hips stuttering as he rolls and grinds down against you. Your hand slides down his front, and the keening noise he makes when your hand lands on his belt has your toes curling once more.
You click your tongue in sympathy when you feel how much he's straining against his jeans. "Is that not painful?" you ask, dragging a finger up his clothed cock as he shudders.
"It's… not comfortable, for sure," James grits out, grinding up against your hand. You have a feeling he'd be all too eager to cum in his pants if it weren't for the fact that you'd said you wanted him inside of you. It's endearing how desperately he's been seeking out your approval since you got into the room—you aren't quite sure you've ever been with someone so eager to please before.
"Please," James begs, voice low and shameful as you unbuckle his belt with a metallic clank. "Please. Can I—can I fuck you now?"
Before you can nod, James continues, hips rolling against you. "I've—shit—been thinking about this since I saw you," he confesses. You let out a whine as he spreads your legs further apart with those warm hands, pathetically grinding into your cunt. "You and that damn costume. I was sitting at that bar half-hard the whole night," he chuckles under his breath. "No wonder I acted like such a damn fool. There wasn't any blood left in my brain to function."
You finally manage to wrangle the button of his jeans open and he lets out a satisfied hiss. His zipper follows immediately after and soon enough you can feel the weight of him against you once he reaches a hand down to situate himself.
"Condom," you gasp out, sliding your cunt over his leaking cock. James nods from his position above you, bangs tickling your forehead, but only manages to pull back after a few shaky thrusts through your glistening folds.
He scrambles for his wallet, digging through his pockets like a mad man. With trembling hands, he forces the worn leather thing open and pulls out a foiled wrapper. You have to steady his hands with your own to help open the thing, and the sight would almost be sweet if you weren't so desperate to get fucked. You quickly slide the condom over his leaking cock, giving it a few quick tugs before falling back against the mattress. Your legs hook around his hips, pulling him flush against you.
James's head hangs low, staring down at you. It's not hard to read the war of conflicting emotions written all over his face, even in your current state. He wants this, that much is obvious, but you begin to doubt yourself when his eyes flutter shut and more tears flow. You reach up to wipe his face clean in what you hope is a comforting gesture, and when he opens his eyes something akin to determination washes over his face.
Slowly, he reaches a hand down to guide himself inside of you. He's hardly pushed more than the head in when his entire body tenses, breathing out an overwhelmed gasp that sounds like it's caught somewhere between pleasure and pain as you accommodate to the stretch of him inside of you.
"You can move, James," you half plead, batting your eyelashes up at him in an attempt to convince him.
"I can't," he grits out, and you're about to ask why when it clicks. You aren't quite sure how it didn't until now, but the way his entire body is tensed and he had to force himself not to move would have been enough to clue you in if it weren't for the warm haze currently settled over your mind. Not wanting to cut things short, you reach a hand up to run through his hair. Though James shudders all the same, you suppose it's the better option between that and the instinct to roll your hips and force him to move.
James relaxes after what feels like an eternity, though you can't exactly say you blame him considering he apparently hasn't gotten any action in awhile. He gives a tentative roll of his hips, sinking deeper into you with a sigh. James is thicker than you had thought, though with how wet you are the stretch only has your eyes rolling in pleasure. Your heels dig into his back, forcing James deeper until you can feel the coarse hairs at the base of his cock brush against you.
His rhythm is shaky at first, unsure, as if one wrong move might shatter the illusion of you in front of him.
"You—you feel so good," James pants, rutting into your soaked cunt. His broken whimper cuts through the air so loud you're certain any surrounding rooms will know exactly what's going on. "So tight. So wet."
It's only when you cant your hips up to chase after him that he begins to seem more sure of himself, hands gripping your sides tighter to pull you back onto his cock. The pace James settles into isn't a rough one, but it's thorough, and manages to hit a spot deep inside you with every thrust that has you inching your way towards a second orgasm. Wet noises fill the room with every thrust, echoing off the walls as you feel your slick slide down your thighs with James's movement.
You aren't her, but you feel like her, he realizes. James knows it's unfair to compare the two of you; the thought makes something sour curdle in his gut even as he tries to push it away. Arousal shines through the shame for now and in its place he's left whining into your neck as tears burn in his eyes.
You can't exactly say the feeling of his tears against your skin doesn't excite you.
A thought hits you unbidden, and you're acting on it before you can stop yourself.
Pulling James's head from where it's buried in your neck, you turn him to face you. In an action so sudden it shocks you both, your tongue drags its way up the tears lining his cheeks, from his stubbly jaw up to the apples of his cheeks. James goes stock still inside you, and for a moment you're scared that was too much. That you'd pushed him too far and ruined this for the both of you.
Any reservations you may have held are quickly wiped away when James whimpers his way through a whole body shiver, hips slamming back up into yours with a desperation even greater than before. Tears continue to fall and his body still heaves, but the debauched noises falling from his lips only spur you on more. You lave at his face despite the uncomfortable drag of your tongue against his stubble, groaning at the salty taste of tears.
Hips rising to meet his thrusts, you drag a hand down your body to feverishly rub at your clit. That little bit of stimulation is all you need to push you over the mind numbing edge; the sound of you finishing for a second time and the feeling of your cunt tightening around James is more than enough to finish him off, too. You just barely hear the cry of your name over the rush of blood in your ears, James slumping forward to collapse against you with his entire weight.
"Thank you," he cries, hips still rutting into you, carrying you both through the aftershocks of your orgasms. "Thank you.Thank you, thank you so much."
You lay there panting, comforted by the weight of him on top of you. James once again buries his face in your neck and lets out a sob and all you're able to do in response is cradle him against you. The shaking of his body against you is a near constant reminder of his cock still stuffed in your oversensitive cunt whenever he shifts.
"James," you coo, trailing a hand down his back. "Are you alright?"
His only response at first is a bob of his head against you. Eventually, once the heat and uncomfortable stickiness of your joint bodies becomes too much, he extracts himself from you with a sigh. Once James has tied off the condom and stumbled his way back to bed, he lands face first against the mattress.
If the way he'd avoided looking your way on the way back to bed is anything to go off of, you're almost certain he can't bear to look at you anymore. The thought has that same sobering coldness seeping through your body like before; the post-sex haze lifts from your mind and heavy limbs almost immediately.
Still, James is obviously having some sort of breakdown. It feels wrong to just get up and leave him to his own devices. You turn on your side to face him, reaching a hand out to run your fingers through his hair. It's soft and still smells of his shampoo under the more potent scent of sweat and sex, you realize.
Eventually, James cocks his head to the side to look over at you with watery eyes. "I'm sorry," he says, lip trembling. "I'm so, so sorry."
Brow furrowing, you ask, "For what, James? For crying? I can't say I didn't enjoy it, as sick as that sounds."
James's cheeks flush at that, and he glances away sheepishly as you continue.
"But the sex was good—even though it was a bit more involved than I typically get with hookups. But you're hot, and eat pussy like a man starved. I have no complaints."
James nods tentatively after a moment of deliberation. "I just—you're too good to be tainted by the touch of someone like me," he says, finally looking you in the eye again in an attempt to drive his point home.
You laugh at that, so loud James almost looks scared when he stares up at you with wide eyes and an open mouth. "Need I remind you that I approached you first? Sure, you bought me a drink, but I actively sought you out."
"You deserve someone… not me."
Dragging your hand from the back of his head down to his cheek, you give him a comforting pat on the cheek. James leans into the touch despite himself, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist and looking at you with such reverence it nearly takes your breath away.
"James," you whine, leaning in so close your noses brush. You know what this is about—not only is he grappling with the guilt of sleeping with someone after the death of his wife, but the whole age thing surely plays a part, too. While you can't exactly help him with the first problem, you can at least reassure him on your decision to sleep with him. "I might be younger than you, but I am still an adult. Old enough to drink, old enough to make my own decisions. I may have joked about it back at the bar, but I have no qualms about sleeping with someone older than me."
"I'll even let you in on a little secret," you say, dragging your nose up his cheek until your lips are hovering by his ear. James's cheeks flush as your voice drops lower to whisper, "You calling me kid is what got me so wet in the first place."
James looks as if he might pass out at your confession. The tension slowly leaves his face until he's chuckling under his breath, shaking his head in amused disbelief. "I'll remember that for next time, kid."
You cock an eyebrow at him, smiling as you ask, "Oh? There's gonna be a next time, is there?"
James looks mortified until he sees the smile on your face. He shoves at your shoulder playfully, face still hot as he confesses, "Well… I was going to ask for your number after this."
Cheeks aching from your smile, you shake your head and say, "I suppose I can give it to you then, big guy."
cw: in the dark, shoe riding/humping, light oral fixation/spit play, slightly messy, james is depicted as a pervert, sub leaning james with him being dominant at times, obsessive(j.), mutual masturbation(?), squirting, breeding, james is in his mid to late thirties. reader uses she/her pronouns.
summary: james… your coworker. the man who seems so hardworking, headstrong and devoted to his work… is nothing but a pervert enticed with the very being that you are… he can’t help but to see you as art— a canvas to paint on… as if his hands were paint… and his fingertips as the bristles, sketching out his greed with his lips and his words.
a/n: more porn than plot, forgive me. not too fond of this one and kept eyeing it over and over over and ended up truly hating this… nonetheless i hope you find some enjoyment in this one. i did not proofread…
oh james… what ever shall he do?
poor thing, constantly wrapped up in his own mind… unable to tame the growing thoughts that mutated within him. being lonely does things to a person… the years of suppression only made his longing for intimacy fester in the darkness of his greed.
in the beginning… it had been alright— good with his composure, carrying a kind of elegance through his actions and words. he wore ‘respect’ like an honorable man— button down shirts, tucked nicely in his well ironed pants. every day he’d come in dapper, not one thing out of place. it would be impressive to notice his true desires when he hadn’t worn them out on his sleeves.
though now… it was a different story. there’s only so much he could take… seeing you in your work outfits every single day or hearing your voice… the song you sung that never failed to make him treasure your being and feel every vowel that spewed from your lips filter and sprawl all throughout his veins. james tried to keep his need low, always being so gentleman like— kind, thoughtful and charming, but his thickening puddle of lust seeped through in the growing void that rests in the center of his eyes… being far dirtier than what meets the eye, disgusting even.
it was cute once you picked up on it… or at least the extent of it— his shyness and ability to lose all self, unable to maintain professional eye contact or a flowing sentence without randomly clearing his throat. a man well into his thirties— one that was valued by your shared boss, exceeding work ethic, always saying ‘yes ma’am’ and ‘yes sir’, not blinking an eye to the rule’s code— felt the need to act so foolishly enticed when it came to you.
for him, the absence of touch— one that he never felt come from your hand — drove james into a constant state of lustrous want… it ate within his being like a hungered cannibal digging its fingers through every fiber of his flesh. it prodded and ripped in the center of his chest like a wolf's canines as he sat at his work desk, drained… lifeless… thinking about everything he wanted to do to you… or whatever you’d do to him.
the inside of his body grew hot at the thought of you— dry throat, racing heart, fumbling words… his eyes, lingering all over your body longer than they had the day before, trying to see how much he could get away with… letting every second store itself in his photographic memory.
infested with carnality, day and night. james’ mind couldnt escape his perverted thoughts; as if it was the horrid and angry deep sea, crashing against the softness of the hot sand, in need of something to fix prurience, and the heightening want to be underneath your skin.
it started off with a hello, you being new and him well within the company’s community by a decade or two. a sweet exchange of a firm gripped hand shake and small talk before you went on your way. upon his sight, he was already fond of the beauty you blossomed. he wasn’t able to stop himself from looking… and as time continued, each day you met with him, it caused him to be in his head.
whenever you agreed to go out with your coworkers to local bars and restaurants, he’d ask around, passively, wanting to know if you’d be there to join. any chance he’d get, he’d sit next to you or across from you, thinking that the lack of lighting would hide the fact that he sat there to study you— his gentle hazel eyes, staring with eagerness… tattooing you into the grooves of his brain. each time you all went out, it was as if he tried harder… or lost the ability to care if you noticed or not. catching his eyes… for the first few seconds he didn’t even realize your attention on him until you’d call out his name a few times or lean towards him, breasts spilling from your top.
he’d go home, all eager. undoing his tie and his belt, slamming his door shut and making his way towards his bed, muttering: “just this once…” to himself, staring down at his hardened dick after thinking about the way your breasts sat prettily in the top you wore.
with his eyes squeezed shut, his wrist rippled in fast motion with whitening knuckles. he’d call out your name. each whinier than the last… feeling the weight of your name kiss the head of his cock— irregular breathing, toes curling into the thick of his comforter— whines that turned into a chants. over and over again he moaned your name, not even lasting three minutes until he let himself go… ribbons of his hot cum falling down onto his chest.
shame filtered his body almost instantaneously, not understanding how he was able to let himself go just from a simple top you wore… he swore to himself that that would be the first and only time he’d ever do something like that— to rush into his house just to relieve the growing hard on that you, without much acknowledgment, gave him.
and for a few days, he hadn’t. it didn’t stop the stares or the way his cock jumped upon hearing your voice… he’d just fall back into the same perverted state, clutching onto the arm of his work chair while you talked to him about something he couldn’t even pay much attention to. he saw the outline of your body against your work outfit thinking about how you’d look if he ripped it off.
his breathing quickened as he tried to direct his gaze on something else, his computer… maybe his paperwork? it didn’t help because he could still hear you fucking speak.
a sharp gulp and a shaky sigh— it was the most obvious he’s ever been, sensing the way he was unable to sit still. “james?” you called out, amusement lingering in the tone of your voice.
“uhm.” he huffed, a faint smirk curling at the side of his lips, trying to keep his composure as much as he could. “sorry… im not feeling too well.” turning his head to you, seeing a warm, devious yet alluring smile rest on your lips. almost immediately, he reacted. swallowing hard and clearing his throat.
walking towards where the man sat, you placed your hand at his shoulder, feeling the softness of his suit glide against your palm, finding his averting eyes, “do you need me to… get you anything?”
he shook his head, flinching upon touch, dropping his attention into his lap where his hands bunched to cover the obvious dent. “it… it’s fine. i just have to use the restroom… excuse me.” his voice quick and slurred, body immediately jumping up from his chair as he made his way to the men’s bathroom.
the beat of his heart ran heavily in his ribcage, causing his body to burn and wither as he laid himself limply against the bathroom’s door. each inhale was harder to stabilize— the air feeling heavy and clunky as it lumped and fell down his throat. with the soft jingle of his belt, he pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees, “god…” he sighed, wrapping his hand around his cock— hot and tortured, “why do you… why do you turn me on so much?”
soft chokes and mutters fell in the echoing bathroom’s walls, covering his mouth creating muffled whimpers to exude and swell. his body churned and trembled, hearing the loose hinges of the door combat with his movement. “fuck… fuck…” he whined, his eyes traveling up to see the mirror across the way.
the sight of himself… it almost looked like his own reflection was a stranger. no person has ever made him have the need to run for a quick release… at least not from their voice alone. it was just how eager he was— how eager you made him— the look of his knees buckling, the pace of his pumps, the skin of his face shake and the way he desperately tried to keep himself quiet… he looked so pathetic to himself, never seeing that side or noticing how much you made him that way just from the sight of you.
in a way… it turned him on, getting a better picture of what you’d see if you were to stand in this very bathroom. thoughts grappled through his visionary mind, his vision shooting towards different places in the bathroom, looking at the sink: how pretty you’d look, pants down your legs with him fucking up into you, your own eyes in the mirror, watching yourself getting fucked by him. or in the stall: your fingers clutching harshly at the stall’s door with his fingers deeply plunging itself inside of your cavern.
a million and one things infiltrated his desires until he couldn’t find himself to stop even after the first time he came onto the bathroom’s floor. his wrist burned with the consistent motion, after his cock hadn’t let up its hardness, moaning as quietly as he could to have himself go limp.
thirty minutes he spent in there… and for him to be known to cum quick… it only meant that he rung himself dry. he couldn’t even walk straight— you knowingly understanding the weight of power you had over him after you timed his absence and him finally waddling back into his chair.
“you alright?” you laugh sweetly, being as oblivious as you could possibly be within his perspective, trying not to stare at the small wet spot that circled at his crotch.
“yeah…” his voice trembling, still in a daze from his multiple orgasms, “must’ve ate something funny…”
after that day… jerking off in the office’s bathroom, there was no turning back— as if that was the only reason that would’ve been true. there was no way he’d be able to contain the continuous passion that resonated all throughout his body— as if you talked to him through your idle.
days would pass and he’d show himself more and more obvious, losing the care to show off his usual persona. he’d take one of your handkerchiefs you left on your desk when you hadn’t been around, tucking them in his pockets only to inhale the left over scent that interwoven itself into its soft cloth, using it almost every night until all he could smell was his own scent. he’d hold onto your wrist when trying to grab your attention, clutching it until he felt the gentle pulse, syncing with the growing hard on he’d feel build and tighten at the crotch of his pants.
on random days, he’d listen when you spoke to other’s about the dates you’ve been on, hearing how they werent satisfying you— filling his brain with possible ways he’d make you feel good. taking you out to eat with good food and wine with an even better conversation only to have him balls deep inside of you just for you to remember nothing from anyone in your past and only form yourself at the outline of his cock.
on a sunny afternoon, you had a held a party for your birthday— all the coworkers you found as friends, including james— in your house for drinks, food and good music. you kept your eye on him as much as you could without making it obvious that the only reason for the party was to see how he’d react now being so close to you.
he showed nothing but nervousness, almost never leaving the cushions from your couch, not even drinking or eating for that matter. he looked uncomfortable… or maybe he was just deep in thought. it only took one look away for him to disappear, his lack of person and the indent of where he sat on the couch to be shown.
james decided he needed more… that handkerchief wasn’t enough since your scent was gone and his imaginations made his want physically hurt considering he wasn’t able to touch you like he wished he could.
finding his way to your room, he rummaged through your dirty laundry, finding a pair of black panties, keeping it to himself. in a cold sweat, he knew that he had time to spare, whipping his head back and forth from the cloth towards your bedroom door before he sat on your bed, rolling his thumb at the crotch of your underwear.
deep and staggered breaths, he rose it up to his nose, smelling the soiled cloth, noticing how these pair must’ve been worn during your arousal, his cock reacting like wildfire— choking at the lack of air he gave himself from the constant huffing he did. each inhale was like heaven. god… your pussy smelt so good… better than he could imagine. the muscle of his tongue sliding at the left over cream marks left, his moans staggering, almost in need of crying at how good this action made him feel.
placing the underwear in his mouth, he grabbed what was closest to him— your pillow— angling his body to get himself off. luckily with how loud the music had been outside, no one would be able to hear the brash creeks of your bed as he humped himself to oblivion. hips snapping, fingers curling into your bed’s unmade sheets with his face planted deep within them as he sniffed whatever your body’s scent leftover.
this is what he wanted… this is what he feened for. only orgasming once, he fixed your bed trying to replicate as if he had never been on it, tucking the panties… and one more in his pants pocket and walking out of your bedroom.
met with him, you smiled, noticing the lust that fumed off of his person, not making it seem as if you knew, “what’re you doing in there? the parties out there silly.” you laughed.
“yeah! i was just looking for the bathroom.” he gulped.
nodding, you ran your tongue over the bottom of your lip, eyeing how his hair wasn’t as neat as it had been before and his shirt wasn’t tucked in as it usually was. “it’s just down there.”
“thank you.” scattering down the hall.
upon entering your room, all you could smell was the foreign aroma of his arousal, smiling at how you didn’t even had to do anything to him physically let alone verbally and he got so worked up. riddled with temptation, you knew you had this man wrapped around your finger, obliging with his action and giving him more with your seductive nature.
it was more noticeable now— how you both operated whenever with each other. anyone could just sense it, feel it, cut it in the thickening air of their razor nails. the body languages, the way you both spoke, the way your eyes spoke with extreme intent.
the tingling sensation rose within your body, almost electrifying you whenever you heard your name being called by him— his natural rasp that croaked from his throat, huddling over your eardrums with bliss. you could only guess what he did that day when he bolted off into the bathroom. it was obvious. feeling your attraction grow by his attentiveness and the willingness of him trying so desperately to be beside you… just thinking about him got you so worked up.
it was fun witnessing his obvious need to separate himself just to get off… but the poor boy needed solace you thought to yourself.
he was being such a good boy, trying so hard not to put himself onto you, being respectful enough, kind and excusing himself but you decided to take charge— have him finally able to get what he wanted and what you were curious about.
one night, you took that advantage as everyone else had dispersed from the office, it had only been you two, him hunched in his chair, face glowing from his computer screen and you packing all of your work to go home. he usually stayed overtime, having his own set of keys the boss left because of his repetitive stay.
now you stood within his space, the office dark, a low hum coming from james not even noticing your silhouette that stood just at his cubicle. “you going home?” you spoke out, your voice lulling out.
startled, he turned at his chair, swallowing down the large lump that rested at his throat. “oh!” he chirped, looking back and forth at the shadow that made up of you and his computer screen. “uh not yet… there’s some things i have to finish.”
“could it wait? just for a little?”
furrowing his eyebrows, he sat confused, noticing the tone of your voice, feeling his palms dampen, rubbing them roughly at his pant legs.
oh how cute he was acting.
“sorry i..” he chuckled nervously, “im confused.”
sucking at your tongue, you stepped forward, the screen’s light falling at your outline, exposing the lust that mixed in with the devious expression that wore on your face. “don’t give me that look,” you cooed, closing the distance between you both until your feet planted themselves just before him. “tell me, what has you still in this office this late at night?”
“uhm yeah…” he chuckled again, his words slow as he spoke about the finishing touches of a project that had been due in a few days. quite honestly, you hadn’t cared much to know, you just enjoyed the random inhales of breath in between his words as he tried to keep his composure at bay.
“such a good man you are. i take it your work ethic is better than all of us combined?”
he cleared his throat, tilting his head in nervousness at the choice of words that trickled down, aiming at his spine with him tensing in his chair. “th… thank you.”
“but you should take a break, you seem all pent up. that isn’t healthy, don’t you think?”
“what do you purpose?” he asked with you humming in response.
the silence between that fell in the air was loud, burning against your eardrums until you heard his breathing coming in shallow wheezes, his chest tightening as his heart hammered at his ribcage. he couldn’t even look at you… his head couldn’t lift itself from his hands, fingers tangling with themselves.
“can you look at me?” you soothed.
no response was given, just the raise of his body at every heavy inhale.
“look at me james…” your voice now coming out as a whisper, using your hand to curl at his jaw, feeling the roughness of the stubble that ran alongside it. at a gentle lift, his face rose, his eyes staggering to follow until you saw the gentle, puppy-eyed man lock himself onto you. “that’s it..”
at the tilt of his head, his body hiccuped in a trickling gasp. every memory of him being by himself, jerking his hardening cock, the sounds of his own pleasuring cries echoed in his brain. it burned at his cheeks with a peach strain— embarrassed but enamored by the sway of your lulling voice and kind eyes. the cold that emitted from your hand felt like static, almost foreign, unable to comprehend that you where here, actually touching him and it wasn’t just his perverted mind conjuring up a scene of you having your way with him.
just by your simple touch, it felt raw and ravenous—body stiffening like tainted brittle bones… his spine slowly contorting in a fidgeting arch, like christ himself pressed his jellied pierced palms across the flesh of an aching wound. “fuck…” he breathed, giving up on his lose of current reality, placing his own hand on top of yours, sliding it more onto his own face. he buried himself in it, eyes closing, falling into a blissful state, feeling the warmth that blossomed and coddled at his skin.
his mind and his body was starved… in need of you as if the only sin he knew was nothing but greed— believing the palms of your hands was magic, a bandage to a scab, an antidote to a sickness. you did nothing but stand there, watching him revel in pleasure just from your hand now stroking his face slowly and delicately, admiring the sweet yet sorrowful pout drawn at his lips.
“follow my words.” you spoke, interrupting the silence between you both, “can you do that for me james?”
his eyes dilated, feeling his stomach drop hearing his name being called. it drove him mad and it only was because of your voice— so gentle and sweet, thick as if he could gnaw on it. “yes…” he finally answered.
standing behind him, you let the pressure of your hands massage his back, feeling the tension reside in his shoulders. you could feel his irregular breathing at every push your fingers gave, knuckles whitening at the clutch of his pant legs. “oh wow you’re so tense… why is that?”
“just… all the work is getting to me.”
“yeah?” your voice obvious in sensuality, hearing his grunt when you let the pressure fall a little rougher. a quiet exchange of noises bounced back and forth with comforting and pent up sighs, spending a good few minutes, trailing your hands down the sides of his arms, “you’re pretty built underneath this suit.” you teased.
clenching his eyes tight, he screamed at himself internally, trying to speak to his cock to not harden but it failed, looking down at his lap and seeing what the computer’s light was able to show, letting out a quiet laughing hum. you had him now…
“stand… and kiss me.”
and so he stood, his arms awkwardly at his sides, broadcasting his awful posture as he waited for your next move. from a simple swift movement, your hand met with the back of his neck, pulling him in, pressing your lips against his. the sync of your lips were soft and slow but quickly it changed by the lead of his tongue that cascaded along the bottom of yours, inhaling the hitching breath as his fingers played with the bottom of his suit jacket.
gentle grunts hummed against your flesh, opening your lips to oblige by his speed, noting the way he drank your existence in the exchange of your mouths. his tongue fluttered against yours, rolling the tip of his muscle against the ridges of your teeth, spit spilling down one another’s chins as your bodies fell closer into one another feeling the pattern of your breathing fall as one.
your leg pressed in the middle of his, feeling his bulge rub against you with a higher pitched moan being a gift of your sudden embrace.
the air was hot and heavy despite the chill from the office that hugged you both, "ride it.." you moaned in between the kiss, moving your leg in slow grinds, feeling the heat that emitted from his clothed cock weave through your work pants.
“okay…” he answered back, removing himself from the kiss as his hips started to buck forward in motion with your leg’s movement.
his body couldn’t keep up with the burning passion that continued to spread through his body, starting with the aching sensation that rested at his cock.
no words had been exchanged, only moans as if it that was the only language you both understood— the lack of light only being laminated by the moon that fell through the windows and the computer screen. your hand strengthened its grip, foreheads pressed against one another, feeling his leg fall in between your leg in the midst of his grinds.
both of you fell in lust with the eager grinds you shared, hearing the rut of clothes being rubbed against one another, his unknowing hands, placing its purpose at your hips, gripping incredibly tight, pulling you closer at every hungered thrust, your eyes gulping the color of his.
he moved his body, you whining quietly at the empty feeling of his knee. he dropped down, leveling his face at your legs, pressing kisses starting at your ankle and to your knee, moving his lips as his tongue peaked through, letting spit form and absorb in the cloth of your pants until he reached your waist.
"may i...?” he whimpered, a smile curling at your lips, nodding with his fingers making its way to your shirt, yanking it upwards which made you gasp at the sudden movement. he continued his kiss, the cold inhale of his breath washing against your skin as he pressed his lips at the lining of your peaking underwear, running his tongue alongside it.
with a deep press of his lips, he left wet marks, pressing his face into your stomach, his head dragging all the way up your torso, inhaling the sweet smell of your detergent as well as the soap that coated your skin, until he stood once again, finding your neck, taking a bite without much warning— feeling the flesh sink between the spaces in his teeth. 'so soft', he thought, letting his lips latch and suck roughly, as he used his unoccupied hand to pull your body closer to him.
his tongue rippled and rolled against the aching bitten part of your neck, popping himself off before he pressed a kiss at the hem of your ear, "is this real?" he whispered, pressing more kisses at the side of your face. it felt prosperous, feeling his lips scatter the smooth surface of your face, neck and ear— fingers prodding the side of your waist.
"can you say it… please?” releasing a sharp gasped whisper, his nose dragging along your cheek, sighing out a moan. "say…my name... i need to hear your voice.”
"james..." you exhaled, enjoying the way he wanted nothing but your time and your attention. he made you feel sexy.. desirable, like his own drug that he was unable to let go or take control of. every touch felt purposeful, hungry… soft with a strain of roughness.
"no... louder. say it... please say it louder." his words breathless, cracking each time his voice dipped in register, letting open mouthed kisses to gently press onto your skin.
"james!" your voice rose, saying it over and over at every press of his lips you felt, his moans talking back to each time he heard his name flutter from your throat. your voice felt like it was running down his spine and settling itself right at his cock. you adored how cute he was without even knowing that you wanted to devour him— the sharp want to have him crumble in your embrace.
“fuck..” he cried sweetly, his voice breaking down in harmony. you placed your hands at his shoulders pushing him down as he obeyed your forceful action, him now on his knees.
without a thought, you pressed the bottom of your shoe at his obvious bulge, pressing your weight on it, his body shuddering with his lips ajar. “tell me…” your diction sounding breathless, feeling the outline of him through the sole of your shoe, “do you think of me… while you touch yourself.” his eyes growing, surprised and slightly worried— not as if it wasn’t telling he came at the thought of you.
he couldn’t answer, only giving a harsh swallow and swiveling hips, humping into the sole of your shoe.
“come on pretty boy… answer… i know you do it.”
“yes…” he gulped, “i do… i do. all the fucking time.” he admitted, his words flowing fast with his hips coming at the same speed.
placing your foot down on the floor, he immediately straddled, hands grabbing onto your calf for support as his hips rippled and rutted deeply into you like a horned dog. whimpers roared through the office’s enclosure. he felt dizzy, drunk within the lust that spewed between you both. it was pitiful but cute— losing all forms of self just to hump on your shoe.
grasping his jaw, he looked up at you, eyebrows knitted in pleasure as his hair bounced in movement, leaning down the gather spit, letting it fall into his opened mouth. he drank it instantaneously, nodding at the new action he had never done before. your spit tasted sweet, filling his mouth with an extended tongue in need of more.
and so you did, this time more forceful, some falling at the side of his lip, falling down his jaw and chin.
something about how he acted, the way he presented himself and the way his nervousness wore him so brightly. you could hear it his voice, in his moans, see in his eyes, face and body— nothing he had in display for you showed you otherwise. cupping the side of his face as your thumb gently stroked the warmth of his cheek, making his cock jump more than it already had.
“you like that don’t you baby?”
“uh huh…” he breathed, frantically nodding, letting his eyes drape towards your lips, seeing his tongue peak through, pressing your thumb at his plush lips, dragging them loosely, until his lips would tug, allowing his teeth to peak through before leaning in closer to his until being inches apart— irregular breathing brush against your mouth, as his nose nudges gently the side of yours, kissing you roughly… wet and raw. more spit escaping, coating all over.
“can i…” he spoke in between, “can i taste you?”
and with an accepting moan, his body rose, grabbing you until you sat on his desk, the light of his computer now black and the moon being the only source of light.
opening your legs, he leaned in, his middle finger ran between your clothed, wet slit. raising his head, he looked down at you, “holy fuck… how’re you so wet? i can feel it through your pants,” he taunted, gaining a small glint of confidence.
he lifted your shirt once more, just enough to show your full stomach as he held onto your waist, pressing his lips right beneath your breast, leaving slow, teasing kisses down your body with his eyes staring right up at you. his face met up in between, spreading your thighs apart more as he let his face set right in center, pressing his nose right in the indention where his finger once was, inhaling your sweet smell before rolling his tongue over her clothed pussy. “your pussy smells so sweet.” he breathed, his fingers curling at your pants and yanking them down until you were only left with them puddled at your feet and panties hugging your waist.
his mouth latched onto your clit, slowly sucking you right over your panties, feeling your throbbing bud feather against his tongue.
sliding your panties to the side, he saw the wetness connect from your pussy lips, to your clit, running all down your slit, immediately spreading your lips apart, seeing your whole view.
“so… pretty... god i wanna fuck it with my tongue. have my tongue so deep inside you, i can feel you clench yourself. can i… can i do that?” his eyes not leaving your face, seeing the limited and minimal expression the moon’s light allowed him to see, letting his tongue run up your slit as his mouth latches on.
nothing felt more pleasurable than to see the other pleased. his fingers trembled and ached to take you all in one go, but he believed you deserved more than that, you deserved to feel it run through every inch of your body. he wanted to prove that there’s levels you could reach that’ll make you feel like ecstasy.
his body burned as if he was on fire, feeling himself twitch at every small sound that exuded from your throat. “your voice, it turns me on so fucking much...” gripping onto your thighs, his nose nudging at your clit, mouth hovering over your cunt, drawing ribbons at the entrance of your pussy. he shook his head from side to side, your sweet scent filling his airway as he felt your slick coat the sides of his lips and the tip of his nose.
his tongue plunging itself into you, feeling your cunt pulsate alongside the bud of your clit. as his tongue worked along your slit and hole, repeatedly lapping at each entrance with the flat of their tongue. your scent and flavor enveloping his entire face, like a drug, and erotic perfume that he’d gladly wear if possible. his eyes drooping into a squint, his body loosening— expect the core of his tightening abdomen from holding his breath and their increasingly hard cock. thrusting his face as he began to fuck you with his tongue, hollowing his cheeks, continuing to pay close attention to your clit. pulling back, he licked his lips, gathering spit as he spat right on your cunt, followed by a little slap, rubbing with the palm of his hand against the new tingling sensation, “was that… was that too much?” he slurred, not thinking of the impact of what he had just done with the pleasured yelp you let out.
“you’re such a dirty boy…” you laughed, your hips breaking down as it planted itself more into his desk. “keep going… show me what a horny little thing like you thinks about while you touch yourself.”
drunk of you— the taste, the smell, he could feel a pit of sensation fuel right at the bottom of his abdomen. “hump my face baby, please…use me.”
with his tongue, he lifted your clitoral hood, centering his tongue right at your clit as he fluttered it as fast as his tongue allowed him too, feeling your expose bud jolt. using his other hand, he slid one finger in, curling it slightly as he slowly let it slide in and out, feeling your walls close. the sounds you let out couldn’t be controlled, admiring how he used your body like an art piece, finding his way to use every fragment of your being, getting off to your pleasure. each knuckle falling deeper, as he started to bring up his pace. so wet, you could hear it at each pump, and god did that turn him on. “listen to your pussy baby. my god you’re so wet..”
loving the feeling of your fingers that now laced in his hair, tugging at it whenever you felt so, feeling the tingle wash from down his scalp and spine, making him groan deeply against your, feeling it almost itch his own throat. his other hand pressing firmly against your stomach, rolling it up your body as he dragged the pads of his fingers down your torso, then thigh, letting them create small indentions in your smooth skin.
he watched as you squirmed as you watched how pathetically invested he looked hooked in pleasure— him yearning for this type of attention, as if he cried for it. his eyes begged and begged, his actions looking less and less sense and out of touch of reality. your hips, not having a rhythmic move to them, just rolling and humping as his face kept up with your sloppy hips.
he slide one more finger inside, curling that one as well as his others as he turned his wrist in a circular motion, almost drilling your cunt, pushing it in and out, trying to find your sweet spot. he lifted his head, letting a string of spit and slick connect from his lips and your pussy. “keep looking at me… please don’t stop.” the sting burning at his forearm— veins now prominent running from his fingers and down wrist. your pussy making the most loudest and obnoxious noise, syncing with the pacing of his hand and mouth.
his face traveled up, his face now hovering yours, paying close attention to your expression and the way you moaned for him, furrowing his eyebrows, “yeah? does it feel good right there?” he cooed, singing with your moans which filled the space that surrounded you both. he gathered spit in his mouth once more, letting it go straight into your mouth— your hand out of his hair and to his face, holding his jaw and feeling the grooves of his teeth by how hard you held it.
“god you’re so good for me.” you grunted, eyes almost rolling at the feeling of his fingers plunging at your cunt.
gritting through his teeth, “and you drive me insane…” pressing his mouth against yours once more as he started to sloppily kiss you— your slick already coating his mouth and tip of his nose, now swallowing your moans. his breathing was erratic and his demeanor changed, feeling a sense of lustful malice grow in his body.
hurriedly, you undid his pants, slipping your hand in his underwear, taking out his hot heavy cock, his body immediately reacting with his hand holding the desk beside you for support. without hesitation, you jerked his cock, finding the same speed of his plunging fingers.
shared and eager moans radiated from you both, whiny and pathetic, desperate and conjoined— the sweet sounds of your wet slick and his skin being tugged at his cock.
“don’t stop.” he strained, already feeling himself in need to release, never being one to last longer than he wished to.
spit dripping from one another’s mouths, the tension continued to rise, the familiar sensation cradling at your core as well as his. clenching around his fingers, your thighs started to close themselves, him quickly opening them as he breathed in a choked gasp.
“are you gonna cum for me?” you teased, knowing you were right where he was, his body twitching as he nodded in response, “cum for me… do it james.”
a loud groan crept as he removed your hand, replacing it with his as he jerked his cock in a speed you had never seen from another man, directing his slit right at your clit. spurts of his cum fell right at your clit, the sight being too much for you to handle— the head from it, sliding down to his fingers as he continued his hungered pumps, an orgasm ringing around it. it creamed thickly, white cuddling at his knuckles.
both of your bodies fell weak, the speed now resting slow as you tried to gather your breaths, eyes connecting as one as you recollected all the passion that infiltrated.
“my god…” you breathed, his fingers coating in your natural nectar and his cum, inhaling your womanly scent which sent waves of pleasure directly towards his cock that started to rise again. god… did he love the way your fucking pussy smelt. it didn’t compare to your handkerchief… your bed… even your used panties. his fingers slipping out as he placed them in his mouth, each finger being sucked clean. “you’re so fucking hot…”
the intensity that fueled you both was too much to comprehend. no words being able to be spoken— james blinded by the beauty and the smell of sex that fumed in the air. after all the days of him tugging his cock, the thoughts became real.
his face hovered yours, hands cupping your cheeks as he pressed gentle kisses across your lips, “can i...” he gasped in between each kiss, heavy air pushing through his nostrils as he tried desperately not to pass out from the adrenaline and the need to feel you, overwhelm you and just make you cum from his dick. “can i fuck you…? please… please… please please please please please…” his voice cracking in between.
the need that laced in your whine transmitted through the thick of his burning skin. it was hard to contain steady breathing. mine, he thought. you were all his for the night, and it signified that you were in this very moment.
lips feathering against your chin, each kiss longer than the last, with his nose nudging up into your cheek. just from the quiet sounds you let out, your consent, your ‘okay’ to put his dick inside of you made the way he felt more intense than it already had. his fingers wrapping around the start of his shaft as he started to pump himself.
“you can tell me if you want me to fuck you slow…” he continued, cupping his hand to his lips and spitting in it, making a small puddle to coat his dick. “or if you want me to fuck you fast… tell me… tell me to keep fucking you… tell me… just talk for me… please.”
his eyes jolted down as his cock angled itself right at your opening pushing himself inside. just half of what would be his tip, focused only on you. sucking in harshly at how big he was and how he wasn’t even all the way in. with his other hand cupping the side of your face and neck, his thumb rubbing gently.
“you okay baby…?” his attention still on you, analyzing each expression you gave to make sure that he wasn’t hurting you in any shape or form, pressing a long kiss at the side of your cheek beside your ear, “im going to keep going okay…? just breathe for me…”
they pushed more, his tip fully being in your cunt. his body shuttered… you were so warm, you were tight and held him so comfortably, if you wanted him to stop right there, it’d be enough for him to cum. anything for you was enough for him. bodies slowly enveloping on another as he tried to talk to your body in a way that gave you comfort and pleasure. “more?” he breathed, it hitching as he mindlessly held his breath, pushing more of himself into you— your hot walls holding around the start of his shaft, textured and wet, with a heartbeat that almost felt as if you were sucking him in without his go.
a pornographic moan being spewed from james’ lips. the way your cunt grasped onto him, it's textured walls massaging his cock into heaven. you felt full, his dick thick— leaning towards girth— your breathing picking up in pace. you molded his cock perfectly, his hips slowly pressing himself deeper until his hole cock was enveloped in you. "goo...good boy." you tried to praise, hiccuping as your hands fell onto his shoulders.
the thrust started off slow, hiccuping almost similar to his rut against your shoe. it took a few thrusts until he finally was able to find himself— barely. each inward thrust, the desk shook, your body sliding upwards against his paperwork that scattered and crumpled.
“is this… is this okay?” his voice broken, hearing the new diction in his tone.
“faster… don’t be shy…”
you didn’t have to tell him twice, his hips momentarily stopping as he planted his feet firmly on the ground— animalistic groans combating the way his hips started to snap. each thrust, your rear puckering hole was abused by james’ balls. again and again, the loud rhythmic sound of your skin slapping. "good boy, keep fucking me. make me cum."
the tip of his dick angling in a place you were unsure about. what was this? you thought. your body was excited and you didn't know why— you didn't know how to prepare yourself. your body unable to stay still or find a place where you felt the best in stabilization, screaming his name as he finally hit that spot, your good spot.
"don't stop! don't stop! don't stop! don't—" you chanted, him hitting your g spot over and over with your pussy sucking him in deeper and deeper at each outward thrust.
"i wish i fucked you sooner, why does this feel so good?!" already having the need to cum with no intention of holding it.
you as well. you needed to cum, but you felt something new as well. the similarly feeling of you needed to 'go'.
"waitwaitwaitwait!!!" you moaned out loud, his cock slipping out with an unexpected gift being brought to both of you. you squirted. it spilling from your cunt and drenching on the both of you— your face, his work clothes and your work clothes. you had no time to react, your legs violently shook, with james hurriedly slipping in again with the same need to release centering at the opening of your cunt.
"ineeedto... i... fuhhhcking" you slurred, eyes rolling each time james pulled out, your pussy let out small spurts of your squirting cum.
"that is so fucking hot... you're so hot." james cried, tears rimming in his eyes, feeling himself having the need to cum.
one leg wrapped his waist pushing him down, rolling your hips upward even though it was all too much, but your cunt wanted more, it felt like it could cum at least one more time. grabbing your face, your lips forming a squished 'o'.
"fuck...fucking good boy." your voice fucked out.
"it feels too good… i can’t take it." he continued to wail, tears started to stream down his face. "im gonna—" he announced with one finally thrust, james let his hot load rest deep inside you.
one could say his dream was now complete, but a new question shall be asked; how will this continue? from being ‘friends’, horny individuals to fuck at work. but for now, you both continued to calm down from your high, kissing each other sweetly.
“this won’t be the last time.” you smiled triumphantly, trying to catch your breath.
a/n: i never know how to end these… but maybe there will be another part…
Summary: You haven't seen Erik in years but a stranger from the future brings you two back together. (Set in X-Men: Days of Futures Past)
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, marking, creampie, rough sex, slight clothed sex, quickie), angst for the plot, mutant!Reader (hair changes with mood)
a/n: Here's day 19! I originally had this day chosen for another character, but I wanted to write for Erik because I binged the X-Men movies, and I'm obsessed! I hope you enjoy it!
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The last time you saw Erik was in 62’ on the beach in Cuba, you had a bleeding Charles in your arms as he disappeared taking your friends with him. It had been a rough couple of years with the war drafting which took all of the students away to fight for their country. The mansion was a ghost town just you, Hank, and Charles left to pick up the pieces. Then Logan showed up talking about the future and that he needed yours, Charles’, and Erik’s help to save the future.
So that’s how you found yourself sitting on a jet across from Erik. Charles had stormed off the cockpit after a heated argument with Erik and the plane almost crashed due to Erik’s anger. Logan followed Charles to talk to him, to try to talk some sense into him. You were pissed at Erik for everything that occurred years earlier and you did your best to keep your emotions hidden but your mutation wouldn’t let you. Your hair was a burning red color since you locked eyes with him in the Pentagon.
You sipped the glass of brandy that Logan poured you without you even asking. Your foot tapped unconsciously on the floor of the jet as you glanced at Erik who was staring at you. “What do you want, Erik?” You huffed as you set your glass down.
He sighed and leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees. “I want to talk about us.”
You let out a bark of a laugh and shook your head, “There is no ‘us’ you made that abundantly clear that day on the beach.”
He rubbed his temples in frustration, “You were the one to choose Charles.” He retorted and your face hardened and pointed a finger at him.
“He was bleeding out on the fucking beach! I wanted to help because he helped us! If he didn’t, you would be dead but all you care about is power!” You exclaimed as your hair glowed a brighter red with your anger.
“I care about our kind! Making sure that we survive!” He yelled standing up and you stood up and stood face to face with him.
“Why don’t you care about me?!” You questioned with tears in your eyes as your hair slowly faded back to the normal angry red color.
He huffed and ran a hurried hand through his hair, “Why don’t you get it?! Everything I did was to protect you!” He said angrily and you shook your head as you blinked back your tears.
“Then you should’ve stayed!” You yelled back at him.
He scoffed and his eyes drifted down to your lips then back up to your eyes and you threw yourself into his arms. You pressed your lips against his in a passionate and angry kiss. His hands grasped at your waist tight and he pulled you flush against his chest as his lips devoured yours. He scooped you up in his arms and sat back in his chair with you in his lap, your hips grinding down to press against his bulge, making him grunt against your lips and his large hands gripped your hips tighter.
His hands moved up under your shirt and yanked it off to leave you in a bra and his lips moved to lick and bite at each new expanse of skin he could get to. Your hair shifting into a dark pink color as your panties dampen with your arousal and you moaned as he left little bruises on your skin. Your hands moved to undo your jeans and shimmy out of them. He palmed at your lace covered mounds roughly as his teeth sunk into your neck making you let out a moan and arch into his warm mouth.
Your hands undid his belt quickly and pulled his hard cock out of the confines of his slacks and you stroked him slowly, spitting into your palm to make the strokes smoother. He grunted and groaned at the pleasure of your palm against his sensitive cock.
“Fuck, love. I missed you so much.” Erik mumbled against your skin and his hand pulled your panties aside to thumb against your bud.
“A-ah, s-shut up.” You stuttered as he rubbed tight circles on your clit before he lined his cock up to your weeping hole and speared into you. You cried out his name as he filled you up with one stroke, your walls stretching as he bullied his way into your cunt.
His hands gripped your bare hips tight as he started thrusting up into your clenching cunt, his pace set fast and hard making your breasts bounce with each thrust. You let out little moans and gasps as the tip of his cock slammed into your sweet spot. You leaned down and slammed your lips onto his and kissed him hungrily. Your moans muffled against his lips as he jackhammered into your cunt, making your thighs shake around his lap.
Your eyes locked with his as you pulled away and rested your forehead against his. Your lips puffy and parted as soft pants leave them and Erik’s eyes dark with lust and love. Your heart clenched at the sight and you closed your eyes as a moan left your lips as you felt your end near.
“Look at me, love.” He whispered and your eyes fluttered open to lock on his eyes and he slipped a hand down to rub tight circles on your clit softly mailing the coil in your belly snap and you gasped and moaned as you came all over his cock. He groaned your name and his eyes fluttered close as he was pushed over his edge, cumming deep in your cunt as the aftershocks of your own orgasm racked your body.
You slumped against him, panting softly as you came down from your high, your hair shifting into your natural color. You rest your forehead against his and his blue eyes lock on yours and small tears fill your eyes. “Don’t leave me again.” You whispered in a small and soft voice and you ran your fingers through his hair.
He grasped your hand softly and brought it down to his lips and pressed a soft kiss against your palm and a tear dropped down your cheek, “Never again, my darling.” He whispered and you kissed him again, hoping that his words were true.
Summary: Erik is used to control. But one night, you push him to the edge of losing it.
Word count: 1,3k
Warnings: Sexual content/smut
A/N: I just wanted to write some smut, and this is what came out of it. Enjoy ;p
Erik wasn’t gentle often.
Your relationship had been born of impulse, of raw need, and more often than not, that same intensity carried over into your intimacy.
He was used to being in control, made effortless by his mutant powers.
He loved watching how vulnerable you became when he undressed you button by button without even touching you.
How your eyes rolled back in your head when he held you mid-air while thrusting slow and deep, reaching places you didn’t even know existed inside you.
How utterly you surrendered yourself to him when he had your wrists locked together in metal shaped by his will.
But most of all, he cherished the way you never submitted out of fear or powerlessness, but because you chose to.
It was rare for someone to trust him so completely. It made something soften inside him, though he often hesitated to show it.
No other man could offer you what he did.
And he knew that. He relished it.
But tonight felt a bit different.
You were on top of him, lips swollen from his kisses, sighing softly into his mouth as his tongue slid against yours. One of his hands was tangled in your hair, gently guiding you closer to deepen the kiss.
This time, things were slower, unhurried. For once, you took the time to just feel each other.
His chest was already exposed beneath you, your hand splayed over his ribs, exploring him with almost reverent care.
You brushed against a slim rough spot.
A scar. Faint, but unmistakable.
You traced the uneven shape with your fingers, wondering what story it told.
Erik pulled back for a moment, his eyes fluttering open to look at you. Those deep, sharp blue eyes that held so much pain, so much suffering.
And yet tonight, something tender seemed to have formed beneath the surface. Something you had brought out.
“I want you,” he muttered, voice low and gravelly.
Those words sent a shiver down your spine. Not only because of their bluntness, but also because of the rare flicker of vulnerability that shimmered through.
You nodded slowly, your eyes never leaving his. “I want you too, Erik,” you whispered back.
His hands slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting the fabric, craving to see more of you. When it was off, his gaze moved over your upper body, taking in the softness of your curves, the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest.
Not long after, you felt a faint buzz between your shoulder blades.
He was unclipping your bra. Without lifting a finger.
The straps slipped from your shoulders, baring you fully to him. Erik’s hands moved up from your waist, coming to a rest just beneath your breasts. Not cupping them yet, just… drinking in the view.
“Come here,” he breathed, pulling you in for another kiss.
He rose to meet you halfway, cradling your head in his hands like he needed you as his anchor. His lips moved against yours with more heat now, but there was still precision behind it. Intent.
He pressed his palms to your back, pulling you flush against his chest. The growing bulge pressing against your hip told you just how much he wanted you.
And then… there was the buzz again. His belt buckle this time. It vibrated lightly against your lower stomach as it undid itself, making your heart beat faster with the anticipation of what was to come.
When the kiss broke, both of you were already breathing harder. The tension was almost palpable, humming in the space between your bodies.
“Erik…” you whispered against his lips. “I can’t wait any longer.”
The corner of his mouth curled up in a grin. He liked seeing you desperate.
“Go on then,” he murmured. “Take what you need.”
You pressed a few more kisses along his sternum before pulling back to remove his remaining clothes. Hooking your fingers into the waistband of his pants, you drew them down, exposing his strong thighs and the sharp V-line leading down to where he was already aching for you.
The rest of your own clothes followed and you quickly settled back on his lap, with no barriers left between your bodies.
You felt him there, hot and hard, already so ready for you. A gasp escaped you when you felt the head press against your entrance, anticipating that delicious first stretch.
But he decided to not give you what you wanted just yet. Holding himself at the base, he dragged the tip along your soft folds, coating it in your slickness.
A quiver ran through your body when he brushed that sensitive nub at the top. He grinned at that, clearly enjoying how impatient he was making you.
“Come on, Erik… please, just do it,” you begged, chuckling a little at your own desperation.
“Mmm, this is exactly how I want you,” he growled, voice thick with arousal.
Finally, he lined himself up. The tip slipped inside easily, guided by the subtle grind of your hips as you met him halfway, chasing the contact.
Both of you moaned in unison as your bodies finally connected, just like two opposite sides of a magnet finally meeting.
He began to roll his hips up against yours, setting a slow, lazy rhythm. Your body molded around him, welcomed him in.
A soft gasp escaped you as he moved deeper. Erik watched you through half-lidded eyes, his grip firm at your hips. Even with you on top, he did not relinquish control entirely.
His muscles tightened and released with each thrust, firm lines that were the result of surviving, fighting, living.
You leaned down to brace yourself above him, needing to close every gap left between you. His ragged breath brushed your lips, your faces now only inches apart.
He gathered your hair in one hand, pulling it away from your face. The other came up to your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
“Look at me,” he growled. His thrusts became more forceful, more deliberate, making your breath hitch. “You feel that? This is where you belong.”
Before you could respond, his mouth crashed back onto yours, sudden and consuming. His kiss tasted like fire and want, a confession made without words.
Without breaking the kiss, he gripped your waist and flipped you onto your back. The new angle made you gasp sharply as he settled between your hips, preparing to take over fully.
All restraint gone, his hips now snapped forward with pure need. He filled you completely, like he wanted to claim you, make your body remember him.
“Ah– Erik–!” you whimpered, almost overwhelmed by the sensation.
You held onto his broad shoulders, trying to steady yourself while he rocked into you over and over.
“That’s it,” he hissed, panting. “Let me hear you.”
You hooked your legs around his slim waist, drawing him even closer, making no attempt to hold back the moans and whimpers that tumbled out of you.
His movement shifted just slightly, and oh, the angle was perfect. Each thrust now made the tension inside you build higher, tighter.
And Erik could feel it. The way you clenched around him, your arms clutching him like a lifeline.
He lowered his head, leaving a trail of featherlight kisses along the curve of your neck. His rhythm began to stutter and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. But he wanted to feel you fall apart for him first.
And you did.
You came with a broken cry, a shudder rippling through your body. The feeling left you breathless, your whole world narrowing to just him and the pleasure he was taking you through.
With your body tightening around him, Erik followed soon after. He buried himself deep once more and spilled inside you, his eyes fluttering shut as the sensation washed over him.
His chest rose and fell above you, pearls of sweat clinging to his forehead. You panted into his neck, arms and legs still wrapped around him.
Undone.
This time not by metal, not by magnetism… only by him.
Together you lingered in the afterglow, bodies still warm and trembling, slowly coming down from your shared high.
And for once, Erik didn’t rush to pull himself back together.
support!reader who’s earned the affection of the two tanks, Dr. Strange and Magneto. mag will toss you a bubble or strange will explode the enemy so they don’t harm you and in exchange you keep them up. after a particularly nasty fight they’re both pretty banged up and you’re nowhere near your ultimate! your primary fire, regular bullets charged up with healing magic stored within your body, aren’t doing the job fast enough and they need to get back out there before the enemy delivers the payload! lucky for your vanguards, stephen knows how to tap right into your magic’s source with the help of the master of magnetism, of course.
“keep your head up,” magneto instructed, plunging his cock into your hole. you moaned, thighs trembling against dr. strange’s palms. your feet where off the floor and your back to him and your front to magneto, sandwiched between two vanguards and their cocks while bullets bounced off the giant piece of concrete you three took cover behind.
dr. strange shuddered as he slid into you embarrassingly easily, both massive cocks deliciously rubbing against each other while you clamped down, making the two men groan out in pleasure.
“ah, much better,” magneto chuckled, his tongue sliding between your lips while strange reached to rub liver your clit with his fingers, your poor pussy clamping down as they fucked you through another orgasm.
stephen moaned, softly biting your ear, greedily pulling your ass back against his hips. “your magic is…ah…exemplary, my dear,” he panted, peppering kisses onto your flushed cheek. both their cocks moved agonizingly slow, both men too aware of their size.
magneto was less vocal than strange but no less sweet. he grunted against your mouth, pulling away to let you breathe, his beard tickling your neck as his rythm grew increasingly faster. “truly a marvel,” magneto praised, locking eyes with strange. he was close too. their cocks rubbed against each other inside your sopping pussy, bouncing you between them before they simultaneously groaned, flooding your spent cunt.
you craned your head up, fucked out and buzzing with pleasure. “all healed?”
magneto an strange exchanged glances. their health bars had been maxed out ages ago…
Thinking about a maid walking into your room to clean it, expecting you to be asleep but instead finds the head of the clan balls deep in his step daughter. She’s embarrassed but not exactly surprised.
Naobito only married your mother because your clan owns a nice piece of land he wanted, and a sexy step daughter was just a plus. You’re at the age where he should be finding you a husband but he’s too lazy for that, and plus, if you’re married he can’t fuck you whenever he wants.
