need that veiny hand to choke me even though i'm not into choking. need that handsome veiny hand to pull my hair. how hot it must be to be treated gently by him since he is indeed a gentleman but imagine how hotter he rips or unbuttons your blouse or unclasps your bra using one hand only while he is mad or when he just needs to use you after a tiring day at the studio . need him to edge me using the tip of his nose though idk if it's possible or not but fuck it just abuse my hole
he traces your face with his calloused fingertips, caressing almost every inch of your skin as his gaze bury in your eyes. you try to not look at him, you feel empty despite of him showing affection towards you. though you feel empty inside, his touch makes your heart race, just like how he held your hand for the first time. it was so intimate and romantic. he pulls you gently to his chest before he wraps his arm around your fatigue figure. he plants soft kisses multiple times on top of your head, whispering that everything is going to be fine sooner. finally, you feel a little better. his warm hugs and soapy scent calm you down. he hugs you tighter when he can feel you're clenching on his polo shirt. "make me feel things" you mumble but he catches it all. his fingers immediately go underneath your green dress, caressing and tracing your back just like how he did on your face. moving down to your waist, you get a goosebump, and asking for more. he knows what you want. his fingers slide down through your undies, fidgeting with your clit first before he decides to enter you. a soft sigh escape from your lips. "feeling better?" and you nod before he kiss your forehead. you close your eyes as his fingers working down on you. every circular motion from his fingertips on your clit make you feel good that your lips start to curve into a light smile until his thumb taking turn rubbing your clit as he shove his middle and index fingers into you, thrusting them gently. that smile faded now it shifts into a moan. "even better now?" he ask with a subtle smirk paints on his face.
౨ৎ˚: heavy religious theme, angsty undertone, james as a temptation/devil/yearner/whatever you want to interpret,grammar error, my longest fic so far
18+
the guilt you have when you realized you had a silly feelings over the farmer's son because once you step into a convent, such feelings are forbidden. though you only saw him when he was helping his mother cutting off the wild grass or cleaning the gutter, you can't get your eyes off from him. sometimes you heard about the girls talking about him too but you're never part of the conversation. talking about how the one and only man around this convent look so good especially when he was holding the grass scythe as sweats and dirt painted all around his dull clothes. obviously, the abbess never know.
but god knows.
that night, when he was sneaking into your room. asked you to try his mother's cookies that they were baking. you're hesitated at first, until he shoved the tiny piece in your mouth without any warning. a giggle slipped from your lips. the cookie was nice, you told him. a few seconds after, an awkward silence filled in your dusty room. as if he knew about your crush on him. he flashed a tiny smile, felt good after a small compliment you gave even it was for that cookie and not him.
"are they all sleeping?"
he asked, almost whispering. you nodded your head. again, the air felt heavy. your finger immediately intertwined with the cross on your necklace. he hummed at your response. it was late at night. you're supposed to sleep too. and he shouldn't be at the girls dormitory.
he sit at the edge of your bed, your toes slightly brushed against his cold jeans. you slowly moved backward, leaning your back against the bedframe. the air were getting heavier and more tense, like it could crashed your body and soul.
"i would be dead if others know you're here."
"and i would be dead too."
you flabbergasted at how monotone his respond was. if he knew it, why would he got here?
"get out."
and he did. that was your first conversation with him and met him up closer. since that night, he would climb to your window and sneak into your room, chilling together on the cold floor. sharing cookies and talking about the boring religious class and stuff both of you did on that day. it's been almost a month, and both of you never get caught.
during daylight, you can't really focus on doing your chores. your head was full with him, replaying all the moment where both of your hands slightly brushed against each other, how he calloused hand ruffled your hair before he went back to his place, and how innocent and kind he were to you.
until one night, when both of you crossed the line.
"james, i don't think you should come here anymore..."
the farmer's son frowned at your words. usually, you would welcome him with a beaming smile as your gentle hands grabbing his arms to let him into your room. a single why escaped from his dry lips.
"we might get caught soon. i'm scared."
he took your hand, guiding you to your own bed before he pulled you into an embrace from behind. you can feel his warmth against your pajamas. you gulped in nervousness. you spent a lot of time with him but never this close, never this intimate where you can hear his heartbeat.
"james?"
he hummed, head rested on your neck. you felt every breath he blew out.
"are you scared of god or them?"
you dumbfounded. maybe god. maybe them. most likely both. but you also afraid of not be able to talk with james too.
his fingers then travel down to your waist, swiftly caressing your bare skin after they succeed entering your pajamas. your breath hitched every time his fingertips made contact with your skin. holding hands and ruffling hair were casual and sweet but this is way too intimate.
"do you love me?"
he whispered as he removed his finger out from your clothes, wrapping your body and pulled you tighter to his embrace.
of course you do. if you don't love him, why would you took a risk and had him in your room? if you don't love him, you won't mention his name in your prayer. if you don't love him, you wouldn't let him to touch you.
" i do."
you replied as you nodded your head. taking his hand back before you plant a kiss at the back of it. james gave you a soft kiss on top of your head in return.
"then, let's run away together."
you knew it. and that's what made your heart ache. you love him. but you love your god more. what made your heart ache more was you knew you won't be able to meet him again this time.
so you choose another way instead of running away.
to let him having you for the first and last time.
"what's the point of you letting a man touching you if you know god forbid?"
he questioned again. you sighed.
"because god always forgive me."
"so let's run away and let god forgive you later."
james mumbled as he hands travel back down your underneath. he roughly gripped your boobs without your warning, as if he has been holding himself for so long. you winced, hands squeezed his thighs.
"but i can't take you from your mother. she needs you more than me."
you said. shame, guilt, and a tad bit of pleasure haunted you that night. you took a quick glance on your cross necklace. a sigh escaped from your lips.
"she ain't my real mother. i need you more than anything else, please let's leave."
you're torn in between.
"i can get my knees down on you, worship you. do your god to that to you?"
his words hit like a bullet. ever since you entered this convent, you always feel guilty and sinful, no matter how many time you read the verse from holy bible, no matter how long you spend your time alone in the church, you feel empty and worthless.
maybe for this time, you should let the devil win, to see if god really going to save you this time.
you let his hands goes further inside you, let him whispered corrupted words that you wouldn't never expect coming from him. he had you shaking and trembling, but you never ask for god's help at that time.
"i wanna own you. please surrender yourself to me. i'll do anything you want."
bestfriends! james zhao x reader [ requested!<33 ]
sypnosis: james and y/n both already tired after being dealing with way too many failed dates and talking stages, what starts as mutual frustration slowly turns into ending up finding comfort in each other through shared love of nicotine and... something new?
warning: sexual content , blunt, drugs mentioned [ MDNI ]
you were standing alone in the street waiting for james to pick you up after a terrible date, you shook your head and let out a tired sigh, sinking into the passenger seat.
“nope.” you muttered, staring out the window. “another disaster, literally tried to eat my face during the whole damn movie.” james lets out a small laugh, not in a mean way, just like he expected it.
“same here.” he says, pulling away from the curb and driving you both to his place. “actually called it quits tonight with the girl from ryul’s party.”
"i just dont know why this makes me feel like shit, do you think this is a ‘me’ problem?” you sighed.
“i don’t think it’s a ‘you’ problem, dating just sucks sometimes, either a hit or miss.”
“but like no matter how hard i try, nothing works.” you drop onto his couch, grab your makeup wipes and remove your makeup like its no big deal doing it infront of him, however james was already used to it. james then walks over and sits beside you.
“or maybe you just haven’t met the right person yet, but who am i to talk right?” he chuckles to himself.
you lean closer to him on the couch. “hey, uh… you have some blunt?” you ask, flashing him a small, sweet smile to him in attempt to persuade him.
james sighs at you with a knowing grin, running a hand through his hair. his then eyes flicker between your sweet smile and the exhausted slump of your shoulders. he knows that look too well, you're not just asking for a hit, you're asking for an escape. for the both of you.
"yeah, hold on." he moves to the coffee table, pulling out his grinder.
you turn on his tv while he gets up, opening cigarettes sfter sex on spotify and playing a few of your favorite songs of them, of course you had to start it off with apocalypse.
the gentle strums of apocalypse fill the dimly lit living room, the dreamy haze of the song perfectly matching the mood. james watched you sprawl on his couch like you belong there. to which honestly you kind of do at this point.
he's rolled two already, expertly packing them. tosses you one with a lighter. "here.”
"ow!" you winced, "im not good at catch you know that!”
james shook his head at your antics with a playful chuckle and wraps his fingers around yours to steady the blunt. "let me help you out, you klutz." he brings the flame to the tip, the ember glowing orange.
"inhale slowly." james murmurs.
'kisses on the foreheads of the lovers wrapped in your arms…
you've been hiding them in hollowed-out pianos left in the dark'
“ugh.. fuck.” you groaned, taking in the blunt so slowly,ames takes a long drag himself, holding it for a moment before releasing it in a slow stream of smoke. his eyes cut to you, noticing the way your head drops back against the couch cushion. the intimacy of the moment isn't lost on him, how close you are, how natural this feels.
"yeah, fuck." james’s voice is now low, rougher than usual due to the smoke reaching his throat, he passes it back to you, fingers brushing.
eyes’ met while transferring the blunt.
‘got the music in you, baby, tell me why…
got the music in you, baby, tell me why…
you've been locked in here forever, and you just can't say goodbye…’
something shifts in the air between you, or maybe was it just you? was it the smoke making everything feel hazier or how comfortable you both are like this – no pressure, no expectations. just two tired people sharing a joint and some good fuckass music.
‘your lips, my lips… apocalypse.’
the tension hangs thick. it was getting unbearable for you, his breath hitches for half a second before he looks away, and yet you just can’t take your eyes of the cupid bow of his lips and how plush it looked with the tv screen light, you tried to gaslight yourself it was just the cannabis doing its thing.
"we're such fucking disasters." he murmurs, but his eyes keep drifting back to your mouth. the joint burns longer between your fingers than usual.
"fucking hopeless." you counter back.
he lets out a low and husky laugh, the sound vibrating through the small space between you. his thumb traces idle patterns on his knee, close enough that you could lean in and—
"yea, hopeless." he agrees quietly, snapping you out of your thoughts.
‘come out and haunt me,
i know you want me,
come out and haunt me.’
the music just swells around you, wrapping you both in its velvet haze, almost mirroring the thoughts you were trying to ignore.
james is staring at you now, really staring, and there's something different in his eyes—something that makes your heart race faster than any date night ever has. his hand stills on his knee, fingers twitching like they want to reach for you but don't quite know how.
"this is stupid." he breathes, barely audible over the music. his eyes drop to your mouth again, lingering there. "we've been doing this for years.”
"so?” you raised a brow at him.
"so why does this feel..." james trails off, shaking his head slightly, but he doesn't look away from your mouth. "fuck nevermind. i'm high and tired.”
apocalypse was about to reach it’s end. the lyrics hit the both of you like a punch to the gut, echoing your growing desire and need. james swallows hard, the apple of his throat bobbing, as the final notes fade out, he reaches for the joint, pinching the end to extinguish the flame.
"one more drag…” he prolongs his words in a slow rumble.
‘oh, when you're all alone
i will reach for you…
when you're feeling low,
i will be there too…’
but james he doesn't take it. instead, he just holds it between his fingers, knuckles brushing against yours.
"i think i’m about to do something stupid tonight, y/n.’ he says quietly, voice dropping to barely a whisper. the space between you collapses as his breath ghosts across your lips, mint and nicotine.
his lonely eyes search yours for permission, for understanding, for anything.
the song dies out and the screen goes completely pitch black while the television loads the next track, during that split second, james immediately crashes his lips against yours with pure desperate need.
it was shocking, how his warm lips felt against yours in a way that's completely unfamiliar yet somehow so right. then instinct takes over, his hand cups your cheek, fingers threading through hair as he deepens the kiss.
james pulls back as the intro of the next track “cry” starts, light from the television illuminates the room once again, only for the both of you to just stare at each other. no words needed, the two of you already understand. before either of you can think twice, you re-attached your lips to his.
james realizes you're not pulling away, you were kissing him back with an intensity that matched his earlier, how you wanted it just like he did. arms wrap around you while james pulls you closer as if he was trying to fuse your bodies together.
he groans softly into your mouth, the weed's doing nothing to calm the electricity between you. if anything, it's making everything feel urgent.
“ngh.. i’m gonna fuck you so hard now.” he states. james pulls your shirt over your head, tossing it to the floor before reclaiming your mouth in a rough kiss. his hands roam over your chest, fingertips brushing over your nipples before moving down to unbutton your jeans.
"condom?”
"hell no.”
the response from you just made james even harder. "fuck, you want me raw? what a bad fuckin’ girl you are.." he groans, kissing you again as he shoves your jeans down your thighs.
james pulls back just enough to yank his own shirt off, revealing his toned chest. james had never looked so sexier to you than this—all sharp edges and soft lips. he kicks off his sweats, revealing that rock hard dick.
"i'm not pulling out either.”
you tried to fight a groan from all this dirty talk along with the erotic music, his gaze darkens watching your teeth sink into your bottom lip, gripping your hip hard enough to bruise.
"no.. stop doing that.” james mutters, voice strained, but it's clear he wants you to do it again. "unless you want me to bite something back."
he pushes you onto your back against the cushions, positioning himself between your legs. james thrusts into you without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one fluid motion. the stretch burns deliciously, making you gasp against his lips.
"ouuu, you feel so fucking perfect for me.” james whispers, kissing you softly now, contrasting the roughness of his grip on your hips.
the sound of your voice whimpering his name shatters whatever restraint he had left. his thrusts became deliberate that make the couch creak beneath you both. each thrust hits that spot inside you that makes stars explode behind your eyelids. james' lips find your neck, sucking bruises into your skin while he fucks you like he's trying to rewrite your whole dna and make it all his.
the room fills with the sounds of your bodies meeting, skin slapping against skin, and your combined moans. james never sounded so uncontrolled during sex, not with anyone else, but something about having sex with you makes him completely unhinged.
james hooks his arms under your knees, pushing them back until your legs are folded nearly in half. this new angle allows him to hit you even deeper, filling you completely. you're moaning nonstop now, the words becoming incoherent babbling as james destroys your ability to think.
he's completely lost in the sensation of being inside you, his eyes rolled back. he realizes something and his thrusts stall for a moment, he pulls back just enough to look down at where you two are joined, watching himself slide in and out of you. the sight makes him dizzy with possession.
you're sobbing his name now, clinging to him like he's the only thing keeping you grounded.
james buries his face in your neck, not trusting himself anymore, his hips stutter as he loses control completely, fucking you through your orgasm with desperate, incoherent apologies and confessions spilling from his lips.
"needed this for so long… i always wanted it to be you…”
pairing : its complicated! bsf! james zhao x fem reader
content warnings : mdni, sexual content, fingering, squirting, riding, reader trying to seduce james, complicated situation with your best friend james, bratty reader 18+!!
word count : 3,928k
a/n : i might be rusty guys, it's been a while since i last wrote : D im so bad omg lol
it was another tuesday night, seems normal as usual. james casually reaches for his beer on the desk, takes a sip without looking away from the screen. the music from his game plays softly in the background.
you and james have been friends since the beginning of college, and the two of you sorta grew coexistent with each others’ daily routines. just like how there's two gaming chairs in his room and the pink chair sits beside his black one was completely yours, the two of you were obviously just friends yet james always had some things especially for you in particular in his place.
james leans back in his chair, relaxed despite the game's growing intensity, it just shows he's used to having you around. when you came out in his bathroom when you changed into something comfortable, james finally looks away from his screen. his usual bored eyes briefly scanning over you before going back to the game, but not before his pupils dilate slightly. james clears his throat and focuses on the game again, trying to hide any reaction.
"you changed?”
"yeah, i think im gonna sleep over.”
you hear him mumbling softly, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he tries to refocus on the game. but his eyes keep drifting towards you, taking in your appearance. the thin strap of your tank top shows off your arms and collarbone, while the shorts leave little to the imagination.
"my legs are sore." you were whining even as you kept scrolling through tiktoks, and james couldn’t help but glance over, catching sight of your smooth, silky legs.
unfortunately his character dies again but he doesn't even notice, his eyes are now stuck on your legs.
"come here." his voice comes out rougher than intended. you look up at him, acting all confused. as he taps his lap, "i can massage them for you? just... come sit on my lap.”
"the chair's more comfortable anyways.” he adds immediately.
“you sure you’re not going to complain that i’m heavy?”
"you're not heavy." james replies curtly, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair tightly. you stand up and walk over to him, climbing onto his lap without hesitation. with ease, he wraps his arms around your legs, pulling them over his lap so he can reach them better.
his rough thumbs press into the muscles of your calves, kneading slowly. you're just sooo engrossed in your phone, occasional giggles breaking the silence. james watches you from beneath lowered eyelashes, his touch gentle but firm as he continued to give your legs his well deserved massages.
after a while, you eventually got bored and softly told him to stop and that you just wanted to lie on the bed. but as you slipped off, his eyes caught on your short shorts—riding up just enough to show the fat of your ass.
james lets his hands drop instantly, his gaze practically burns into you as you slide off his lap. And when you turn to head toward the bed, the shift in the fabric exposes the crease where your thigh meets your ass, the softness of the shorts struggling to contain everything.
james is now having a hard time with his little buddy down there. he clears his throat loudly, shifting in his gaming chair to adjust his jeans.
you settled onto the bed, your legs bent up slightly, shorts riding up higher. james eyes took immediate note with how the position pushed your ass upwards, the soft curves visible even under the thin fabric. he felt like he was about to go insane. he stands up from his chair and running a hand through his hair. oh. this girl is gonna be the end of me…
"you're gonna sleep like that?" his voice is strained, trying to keep it casual. you innocently glance over your shoulder at him, phone forgotten, face buried in the pillow.
james gestures vaguely at your legs, trying to avoid staring directly at your bottom. "in those shorts? really?”
“yeah, why?” you asked softly, tilting slightly on the bed so you could face him better.
he quickly looks away, running a hand through his hair again. "no reason.”
“you’re off the game…? what’s up?” you asked, raising a brow as you looked at him.
james scoffs at you as he walked over to the bed, he sits on the edge, close to your hip.
his sly hand reaches out and grips the hem of your shorts, tugging down just slightly. “these are just fucking short." his fingers linger on the fabric near your exposed skin, watching your reaction.
"you're just being a pervert." you said, rolling your eyes.
"yeah, maybe." his fingers finally release your shorts but his hand remains on your thigh, squeezing gently. the other hand moves to your hip, pulling you slightly so that you're facing him more. james leans down, his face inches from yours.
slowly, he begins to lick the shell of your ear as he says, "but they are really short. and this position… is not helping your case." james finishes, his eyes dropping briefly to your ass before locking back onto yours. it was so sensual, the way his hand slides higher up your thigh, his thumb brushing against the hem of your shorts, just barely grazing the curve of your bottom.
"you're literally ass-up on my bed. it's distracting.”
you chuckled softly, shaking your head a little. “it’s not like I’m doing it on purpose,” you said, your voice light with amusement whilst giving him an innocent look.
"right." james breathes out a low laugh, his hand now resting firmly on your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before he can stop himself. and he doesn't even apologize and just meets your eyes.
his hands pauses its movement as he feels the soft fabric of your taunting shorts under his touch. "you know what i think, pretty?" his voice is low and rough. "i think you might be doing it on purpose tonight.”
you smiled mischievously, clearly trying to play innocent. “no, i didn’t,” you said playfully, giving him a look that said otherwise.
james had this annoyed look plastered on his face that you found extremely arousing, his face narrowed slightly at your smile, knowing that smile. that's the smile that means you're up to something.
his hand slides around to grab a handful of your bottom, squeezing firmly. "uh-huh.”
you let out a small squeak at his grip. “i’m not,” you protested, swatting his hands away.
james chuckles at your squeak, he knows you're lying, but he plays along. "right. you're not.”
without warning, his phone buzzes on the desk. "someone's calling me." he lies flatly, testing you. "gotta take it in the outside."
james stands up slowly, giving you one last lingering look before walking away. making you pout as he left you alone in his room. he disappears into the hallways, closing the door behind him. now you're left alone on his bed, sprawled out in your tiny shorts, immediately deprived of his attention.
when the bedroom door clicks open and he walks back in, james leans his shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, eyes instantly locking you. waiting ever just so patiently to come back into his room, sitting on his bed like a present that’s ready to be unwrapped.
"you've gotta be kidding me."
“what?” you asked, tilting your head to the side, still looking at him with a playful expression.
"you know exactly what you're doing. sitting there with your legs spread, those shorts... fuck." he pushes off the doorframe and takes a step closer.
“you’re so fun to tease,” you said with a small giggle, clearly amused as you looked at him.
"oh, i’m sure i am. you think it's funny to tease me like this?"
"maybe?”
"maybe?" he repeats, his eyes locked onto the tiny piece of fabric covering your pussy. james can practically see the outline of your lips through the thin material. "you know what I think?"
"what?”
"i think you're going to pay for teasing me like this." and before you can even react, james grabs your ankles and pulls your legs apart, pushing himself between them and forcing you to lean back on your elbows.
"spread wider." his voice is commanding.
you let out a squeal at the suddenness of it, startled as you reacted quickly.
"uh-uh, no squealing now." james ignores your protest, his hands gripping your knees and pushing them apart aggressively, leaving you completely exposed in those ridiculous shorts.
"you wanted the attention. now you've got it." james leans down, hovering right over your center, his eyes dark. "keep them spread.”
james sneered as he spotted the smug, victorious grin spreading across your face.
"oh? you think this is funny?" his hand slipping under the hem of your shorts, fingers finding the wet spot already soaking through your panties. his fingers circle your clit slowly, teasingly, not giving you what you want.
your body jolts at his touch, two fingers press against your clit, rubbing slow circles as he watches your reaction. your smile falters, replaced by a bite of your lip.
"you must think you’re so smart huh?”
“i-i’m sorry!” you stammered, your voice shaky as you tried to steady yourself.
"sorry?" his fingers stall on your clit, pressing down harder.
james leans in close to your ear, lips brushing your skin. "baby, you're not sorry. you're wet and you wanted this." and with that, his fingers dip lower, sliding two inside you without warning, curling to find that spot that makes your legs shake
james always loved to finger you, and how he could extract pretty moans from your lips just with his fingers alone. his fingers continued their relentless teasing, circling your clit perfectly but never giving you the penetration you crave. his other hand moves to grip your thigh possessively, keeping you in place as he kisses along your jawline.
"admit it." he demands against your mouth, his breath hot on your lips.
“i-i…” you stammered, struggling to find the words as the overwhelming pleasure left you flustered and out of breath. james smirks at your struggle, watching your face contort with pleasure.
"can't even form a sentence?"
his fingers speed up, rubbing your swollen clit in rapid, punishing circles while his thumb hovers just above your entrance, driving you insane with anticipation.
your back instantly arches off the bed, a broken cry tearing from your throat as his fingers thrust deep inside you. with that reaction, james curls them immediately, finding that sensitive spot while his thumb resumes that ruthless assault on your clit.
"there we go, pretty little thing." he growls, pumping his fingers hard and fast, enjoying the way you fall apart beneath him.
"james!”
"that's not the answer i’m looking for." he can feel your walls starting to tighten around his fingers already. "did you plan this? did you set me up? say the words." james leans down in your messy moaning state, his sharp teeth catching your bottom lip. "or i stop.”
“i-i did it on purpose!” you whined, clearly desperate and scrambling for words as you tried to explain yourself.
"there she is." a satisfied smirk spreads across his face as he feels your walls clench around his fingers at your admission.
james immediately rewards you, adding a third finger and picking up the pace, pounding into you brutally while his thumb works your clit relentlessly. "good girl for confessing.”
“james!” you cried, your voice breaking a little as you clung onto him, grip tightening like you were trying to ground yourself, your face flushed as you looked up at him, clearly overwhelmed and flustered, unable to think properly anymore.
"right here, baby." james groans against your ear, his free hand gripping your hip tighter to hold you in place as he curls his fingers deep inside you. he can feel your walls starting to spasm already, your body quickly approaching the edge. "you're taking my fingers so well.”
you stiffened mid-sentence, eyes widening. "j-james, pull away-!" you stammered, as you felt the sudden urge to pee.
"nope." james tightens his grip on your hip and uses his body weight to keep you pinned down, his fingers continuing their brutal pace as he feels you start to panic from the overwhelming pleasure.
"you wanted attention? oh, you're getting it.”
“seriously, pull away!” you yelped, flustered and trying to wriggle free.
james ignores your pleas, his fingers pumping even harder while his thumb presses down ruthlessly on your clit. your walls are clenching so hard around him, he leans down to kiss you hard, swallowing your moans. on james’s end, he thought you were just about to cum.
"james! i feel like im gonna pee-!”
his eyes widen for a split second, then his smirk returns even darker upon realizing. "you're not peeing." he assures you, thrusting his fingers deeper, harder, curling them ruthlessly against your g-spot while maintaining that relentless pressure on your clit.
"you're about to squirt all over my hand, baby. let it go." his thumb presses down harder.
your pussy contracted violently around his fingers, and then you were squirting all over him - not just a little, but a full-on gush that soaked his clothes.
“i told you to pull away!” you groaned in annoyance, still flustered as you adjusted your stance.
he grinned wickedly, james didn't look guilty at all; if anything, he looked satisfied and proud of himself. "and miss out on this gorgeous sight? fuck no."
you pout, still flustered. “i made a mess on your bed!”
james looked down at the wet spot on his bed and shrugged, not seeming to care at all. "i'll change the sheets. big fucking deal?" he leaned back in, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. he grinned up at you, looking like the cat that got the cream.
i gazed at him with bedroom eyes, "Did we just-? god, i was so horny.”
"you're fucking insatiable.”
james leaned up to kiss you deeply, he groaned into the kiss when he felt you responding with such eagerness. his large hand coming up to cup your cheek, deepening it immediately, he licked into your mouth possessively, not letting you pull away until you were both breathless. when he finally broke the kiss, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes dark and satisfied.
“got all the attention you wanted now?” he says, giving you a glance with a faint teasing smirk as you nodded with a content smile.
james smiled back softly, brushing your hair back from your face. he looked fucking pleased with himself, and honestly, you couldn't blame him. he'd just fingered you out like it was his job and made you squirt all over him and his bed. you were both a sweaty, sticky mess, but it was worth it.
"good. now come here.”
james pulled you on top of him, wrapping his arms around your waist possessively. you were a mess on top of him - your hair was a mess, your skin was flushed, and you were squished against his chest. he loved it.
"do you have condoms?" you asked softly, despite the crude statement, your hands gently card to his golden brown hair. james smiled beneath your fingers, enjoying your playful touch. he nodded against your cheek.
"in the nightstand drawer on my side. why? you wanna ride me?" his large hands squeezed your hips possessively, his dick already twitching under you, eager for round two.
"can we hold hands while doing it?” his expression softened immediately at your request, all that cocky confidence melting away into something gentler and more caring. his familiar hands reached out, intertwining their fingers together.
"of course we can hold hands." he brought your joined hands up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
your heart skipped with how james stared up at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, his cock throbbing eagerly beneath you as you settled your bare breasts right above his chest. he loved that you felt comfortable enough to be naked with him like this. "you're fucking gorgeous,”
you placed another soft kiss on his wet lips, before guiding his wet pudgy tip on your entrance, it made james groan softly against your lips, his cock twitching at the contact. james squeezed your hand reassuringly, his other hand coming up to rest gently on your hip to steady you. his breathing hitched as you pressed his thick, leaking tip against your tight entrance, the wetness from earlier helping him slide just barely inside.
you watch how his jaw clenches as he watches you take him inch by inch. yet james stayed perfectly still, letting you control the pace. the stretch was intense, his thickness was spreading you open wide, and he whispered soothing praises whenever he saw your brow furrow.
James immediately tightened his grip on both your hands, his voice gentle yet concerned. "stop. don't force it." his voice was soft but commanding, clearly experienced enough to know what was happening. "lean forward slightly... let gravity help." he guided your body gently.
"n-no let me..” james immediately stopped talking, respecting your determination. he kept his grip on your hands firm, his thumbs stroking your knuckles soothingly as he watched you bite your lip and lower yourself further.
you felt extremely satisfied feeling this full, this stretched... as you adjust to his size without moving an inch. as you get used to the feeling of being stuffed full of his thick cock. now, with your arms wrapped around his neck and your faces pressed together, he was slowly thrusting up into you, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.
"ngh!” he swallowed your moan with a kiss, james rolled his hips up into you slowly but deeply, hitting that spot that made your eyes roll back. "feels better now, huh? not so tight anymore?”
cheeks still warm, then leaned slightly closer and whispered back, "yes, it feels so... full and good."
a few more shallow thrusts up, the two of you found a rhythm that worked. it was slow, deep, and intimate. james kept his promise and held your hands the entire time, the pain caused by his size had faded completely.
it was now replaced by a deep, throbbing pleasure that made you moan into his mouth.
every slow, deep thrust had you seeing stars, the stretch overwhelming but in the best way possible. your walls clung tightly to him, sucking him in with every movement, and he groaned low in his throat against your lips.
"f-feels so good!” his hips rolling up into you with each word you spoke, the praise and encouragement seemed to spur him on, his thrusts becoming a little deeper and more intentional. he hit that spot inside you repeatedly, making your back arch and your nails dig into his shoulders.
"right there?”
"yes-! right there!”
james targeted that spot deliberately now, knowing he'd found your g-spot. each thrust made your eyes roll back and your mouth fall open in quiet moans. he watched your everything closely, how his thick cock dragging along those sensitive nerves inside you.
james possessively wrapped his large hands around your waist, helping you bounce up and down on his thick cock. the new angle made him hit even deeper, his pubic bone grinding against your clit with every downward motion. james was being everr so gentle, supporting your weight entirely while you learned to move on his shaft.
your breasts bounced with each movement, the sight of them hypnotic, to the point that he kept his eyes locked onto yours, the intimacy of the moment overwhelming him. your hair cascading down your back and resting against his forehead created an incredibly erotic picture—your faces inches apart while you rode him slowly.
the room smelled extremely like sex and sweat, the air thick and heavy between you. his breathing was ragged against your lips, his thrusts growing slightly more desperate as the coil in his belly tightened.
his thrusts became shorter, faster, hitting that spot inside you relentlessly as he felt your walls start to flutter around him.
"cum for me... i want to feel you." james leaned up to capture your mouth, swallowing your moans as he pounded up into you, his own orgasm building rapidly. your sweaty bodies pressed together, hips grinding as he chased both your releases.
the pleasure became overwhelming, the coil in your belly finally snapping as you came hard around him. your walls clenched down tight, milking his thick cock and ripping a deep groan from his throat. james followed you immediately, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled into the condom, his body trembling beneath you while he held you through the aftershocks.
"james!" his head dropped back, his mouth open in a silent scream as you squeezed him dry, your pussy fluttering around him possessively.
you collapsed against his chest, both of you breathing heavily, his softened cock still inside you. james wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and pressing kisses to your sweaty hair.
you could feel the condom full and heavy inside you, the warmth making you shiver.
james traced lazy patterns on your back, murmuring sweet nothings. "you okay, pretty?”
"im okay, you?”
james smiled softly at the question, his fingers now playing with your hair. "more than okay. that was... fucking incredible." be pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his hands slowly sliding down to grip your hips.
"stay like this for a minute? i don't want to pull out yet.”
"m’kay, lets stay like this." you gaze down at him in adoration, followed by a content flat smile. into which he returned your smile with a soft, adoring gaze of his own, his thumb brushing gently over your cheekbone.
james seemed content to just stay buried inside you, holding you close. it was so messy, you could feel the mess between your legs, but neither of you seemed to care.
you slowly moved just to feel it even more, a low, ragged groan rumbled in his chest as you moved, the wet, obscene squelching sound echoing through the quiet room. the friction against your sensitive walls made you both shiver, the sensation overwhelming but delicious.
for a while, james helped you roll off slowly, the condom was full and heavy, his softening cock slipping out with a lewd pop. he tied it off and tossed it in the nearby bathroom, then grabbed a warm, damp washcloth to help clean you up. He knelt between your legs gently, wiping away the mess with tender care.
"how are you feeling? sore?” he gently wiped you clean, pressing the warm cloth against your sensitive, swollen folds to help soothe the ache.
“i think i’m alright, james.” he tossed the cloth aside and crawled back up the bed, pulling you into his arms and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "you did amazing.”
he smiled as he heard your soft chuckle, pulling the duvet up to cover both of your naked bodies. james pulled you securely against his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "what's funny? you're laughing, but i know you're gonna be sore tomorrow.”
“whatever,” you said, rolling your eyes, though the hint of mischievousness was still in your expression.
"uh-huh. bratty." he pressed a playful kiss against your jaw, his hand still rubbing soothing circles on your back. “you could’ve just asked if you wanted to fuck?”
clean buzzcut with a sharp visual, most people thought that james is a bad guy who do a lot of bad things. people might think he is a drug dealer or an underage smoker but he's not one of those dudes. he's in fact is a gentle man. at least when he's with you. in bed especially. he's not into hair pulling nor ripping clothes during sex. he's the one that talks through it. gently caressing your hair while you're under him, sucking him off. pinning your hands against the cold bedsheet but never hurting you intentionally. making out with him never until your lips bleeding though sometimes he would grip your boobs a little bit too rough that it leaves his hand print on your skin. he smells heaven. he only owns a cheap cologne but his pheromone do god's work. a scent that would stick to your skin for days. he prefers to fuck you with a little fabric tied to your body, not fully naked. he likes it when you have a bra with a little ribbon where he can lick it before his tongue travels down to your boobs before it land to your nipples as his fingers slowly pulling down your bra. he likes it when you have your cute undies, revealing your soaking cunt even before his fingers or dick go down inside you. he knows the sight of his fingers fidgeting with the hem of your skirt, fingertips gently caressing your arms, wiping off food smudge at the corner of your lips turns you on more than actual sex. he loves it when he doesn't need to be sexual with you all the time to make you bloody wet down there. he adores how easy you are.
I LIKE THIS STYLE I LIKE HIS HAIR CUT HE'S SO BAD BOY CODED YUFAN PLEASE LET ME WIPE YOUR SWEAT YOU'RE NOT DOING IT RIGHT THERE'S STILL LEFT IN THE EDGES SOOOOOOO HANDSOME
you drench in sweat with pleasure tears, body is shaking to the fullest, but there is no sign of james's fingers stop from reaching farther inside you. shoving all five fingers inside, james clenched his jaw, forcing his full fist to be in you. you cry in both pain and delectation. if you cum again this time, it's going to be your fourth one. james has never stop doing you and he only use his hands to make you cum that much. he prefers to see you in a mess below you. watching you taking him like an anguished slut when you're actually the total opposite. a good girl with zero experience with alcohol and man, but finally gave in because he always give you a math tutor and piano lesson. his angelic attitude and heavenly look made you fall for him. his eyes glued on you, watching your fucked up face, an immediate smirk appears on his sweaty face. a miserable moan echoes in the janitor's room. your back should be bloody ache due to how long you've been laying on the cold floor, but your body tweaking, trembling and shaking due to the euphoria he gives that it makes you numb to the pain. using a vibrator next, james maximize the pleasure as he plays with your clit. you have no power to stop him. your hands are tied with his shoelaces, lying down on the old sofa. you can only cum and squirt everywhere at the end.
hooking up is never a thing for both lead guitarist for his campus band and a girl who always prioritize her academic no matter what. they both barely know each other until their senior held a party and they got to know each other. when both of them got chosen as a random pair during seven minutes in heaven, they were stunned in awkward. but once they got in the closet, the cramped air made them losing their minds. started with bungling kisses, touched each others body, fingers explored at every inches of each others skin. the lead guitarist made the first move. the girl in her lacy dress just let his lips and fingers traveled to her. feeling scared of losing her first everything but also thrilled with the idea of being fuck with the one and only hot musician in that campus. though nothing such penis in vagina happened on that night, the nerdy girl still remembered how warm his tongue on her neck, how his manly scent lingered on her skin. he also felt the same. he wanted to hook up with her again. the sounds of her soft moan enough to made him wet in the studio. he already thought of bringing her to the studio and fuck her tenderly next once his bandmates left the room. the girl also can't focus on her revision, brain gone, wanted to have that man pounding her from the back as she study for the upcoming test. may god let them meet again.
he never desire to be human when he believes he is more powerful and divine creature. created from fire while you just from clay. when god sent him to the earth, he knows his job is to ruin the adam's clan. but his wishes was backfiring him.
and for the first time ever, he get his knees on the ground, begging to be created once again but to be human this time. so he can be with you. knowing how hell is a damned place, he doesn't want you to be burn with him. god knows. you're the most perfect creature ever that even his devil couldn't resist you.
having james caressing your clothed pussy using his feet during the bible reading class when he is sitting behind you. he doesn't care if the god is watching. he refuse to believe something that he can't see. just like how whenever you says no but your body reacts the other wise. he refuse to believe your denial that he can't witness. when the church session is over, both of you sitting under a big tree, you're in your classic broderie anglaise pair with your cute pink mary jane shoes, fingertips brushing against the delicate grass as james's fingertips running through your warm skin under your dress. when he's getting too horny which is most of the time, his fingers would slip under your panties next, rubbing and playing with your clit, until you lean back against the giant tree trunk. a soft and pleasant moan escapes from your lips, leading james to scoffed. the sarcasm got him once the same lips that read holy words are now muttering dirty.
james has such a perfect face ever i don't care if this overrated comment or what because this is a definitely a fact. a face that men would go to war for. a face that is so fucking kissable. he has a perfect nose to ride too. a perfect and suitable face to be a villain especially in a horror film. and of course, james is beyond than just a pretty and handsome face. he is one of the multi-talented and best idol ever.
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