⋆˚꩜｡ plug!james x fem!reader .✦ ݁˖ blonde james honorable mention🧎🏻♀️ ⋆˚࿔ mdni!
you climb into the backseat with him like you always do. knees sinking into the worn leather on either side of his hips. the car smells like his cologne and the faint sweetness of whatever he just sold you, and your hands find his shoulders without thinking. james looks up at you with that same tired, hungry expression he gets every time this happens. his fingers slide under the hem of your shirt, warm and careful to the underside of your breast, like he’s afraid you might pull away even though you never do.
you sink down onto him slowly, both of you breathing through the stretch and the closeness. his head tips back against the headrest and his eyes flutter shut for a second before he forces them open again, needing to see you. there’s something soft in the way he holds your waist, thumbs stroking small circles against your skin like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you. you lean forward, foreheads almost touching, and the car feels smaller than it should, like the whole world has narrowed down to this one seat and the way your bodies fit together. ragged breathing everywhere.
“we shouldn’t keep doing this” he whispers, a little out of breath, voice rough. his breath fans across your lips. you nod, but neither of you stops. your hands slide up into his blonde hair, tugging gently. he exhales like your touch is the only thing keeping him steady. you move together in that quiet, unhurried rhythm. every shift of your hips pulling soft sounds from both of you. it’s not about getting off fast. it’s about the way his hands tremble slightly when they grip you tighter, about the way you can feel his heartbeat through his chest when you press closer.
james opens his eyes again and looks at you like he’s trying to say something he can’t quite put into words. there’s guilt there, and want, and something deeper that neither of you names. you kiss him to fill the silence, slow and lingering, and he kisses you back like he’s been waiting all week for it. his fingers trace up your spine, then back down again, grounding both of you in the moment.
outside the windows, the streetlights blur and the world keeps moving. but in his car, it’s just the two of you, breathing the same air, holding onto something that feels wrong and necessary at the same time. when you’re finally done and had come apart, it’s quiet. just soft gasps and hard breathing and the press of his face into your neck. his arms wrapping around you like he doesn’t want to let go yet, his head resting on your bare chest. you stay there for a long moment. hearts still racing, neither of you saying what this means or how long you’ll keep pretending it doesn’t.
— ᨳଓ . a/n: blonde james makes me feel things👩🏻🦯 finally pt2 of plug!james tho!
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
wrnings: mature themes, (mdni!!) mature themes include: face riding, lots of kissing, unprotected p in v, dick sucking, creampie yussss.
w/c: 4.0k
desc: the local skateboard group of guys is nothing. they’re loud, rowdy, and overall unpleasant. you don’t like the group of guys, but when one of the guy befriends you, he just might make you change your mind about skateboarders.
me speaking: sorry about being m.i.a. i have been on struggle bus, ticket to struggle town rn and it’s just bad. anyways, i finally finished this so im pretty excited! keonho catches strays in this one, he’s a meany pants (in this ff) so he deserves it lol. hugs and kisses, thank you for being patient with me.
“God what’s she doing here again with that shitty digicam..” One of the guys complain and everyone in the group groans. You’re always here when they want to skate taking pictures of shit. Never them of course, but you stay for like thirty minutes, that’s thirty minutes too long!
“Dude she’s a total creepazoid. Like, she literally stays here and makes us uncomfortable! Like I can’t even do a dive when she’s staring at me all weird!”
“She’s a bitch too, she never lets me cheat off her during tests. Like what the fuck, I’m trying to pass too!” The other guy adds in.
“Shut up, she just has a hobby. She’s not harming us.” The other shoots back, making the guys all roll their eyes.
“Well then James, talk to her, tell her to get off our turf.” The taller guy says, challenging him.
“Fine. But if she doesn’t listen, don't say I didn’t try.” James gets up and starts walking towards you, stopping abruptly in his tracks. “And you owe me chips from the vending machine at school dipshit.”
The taller guy sticks out his tongue and James continues walking towards you. You have your back to him and he clears his throat rather loudly, startling you. “Uhm, me and my friends wanna skate and you’re kinda ruining the vibe.”
You frown. “Get over it, I’m just taking pictures.”
He rolls his eyes. “There’s gotta be more interesting places to take your digicam than here. Plus, it’s creepy how you’re always here when we come, it’s like you’re stalking us.”
“I have much better things to do than stalk.” You deadpan. “And no, this boring town truly has nothing on the view this public skatepark has to offer.” You say, emphasizing ‘public.’
“Well can you just leave? We just wanna skate without you lurking around. You can come back when we’re done.”
“I’m not taking orders from a twenty year old.” You snap and he looks rather offended at this statement. “Sorry? Are you eighty or something? The fuck does my age have to do with me telling you to get lost?”
“It means that I’m not taking your shit. Now leave me alone.” You say finally.
He scoffs and walks back to his friends. Once he reaches them he throws his hands up. “See, told you she wouldn’t listen!”
“Dude. You aren’t assertive enough, watch how the real pro does it.” The one guy speaks.
He gets up and walks over to you and you huff, here they go again. “Hey weirdo, get the hell out of here, we’re trying to skate.”
“I’m not hurting anyone.” You weakly argue.
“You’re hurting our vibe.”
You groan. “What vibe? You guys just sit there for like forty-five minutes and talk. You guys don’t even skate some days.”
“Damn, you’re a bitch to me in college and out of it too.” He says, shaking his head. “Just leave bro, nobody wants you here.”
You look down at the ground as tears well up in your eyes. “Fine. I’ll go.” You walk out of the skatepark as fast as you can after being totally humiliated not once, but twice. You’re crying to yourself because once again, nobody wants you somewhere, as always.
A week later, the new semester at college started. So that means new classes and new faces. You notice James is in your Biology Basics class but he’s sat across the room, which means you probably won’t have to talk to him anyways.
“Okay everybody. Now, I had you sitting random for the first few days but I’d like to change that. I want to pair groups that I think would work best together. I’ve been observing you all over the week and I found a seating chart I think will benefit you all. Firstly, you.” He points at you and points towards the back table. “Across from Mr. James.”
“Oh my god.” You mutter to yourself as you get off of the barstool and trudge towards the table where James sits. You don’t even spare a glance at him as you plop down and look towards your right, back at the front of the classroom.
He’s not offended by this, he knows how he’s perceived by you, and frankly, he doesn’t care all that much. All he cares about is passing this stupid fucking class, getting past his basics, and going to a better college far far away from here. By this time next fall, he should have a ticket out of here. Will he miss his friends? Sure, but James has never been someone who has had trouble making friends, he’ll survive.
So when the Professor pairs you two together for a lab, he’s pissed. He’s pissed because he’s not playing checkers with you this entire semester, each of you trying to get at one another, fuck that. This is his ultimate test to himself this semester, make you his friend.
You don’t give him so much as a glance when you grab the dropper from the tray and begin filling it with seven drops of saline. “What’re you doing?” He asks in an annoying tone.
“The lab.” You answer simply.
“Yeah but it says six drops of saline, you did seven.”
You look back at your instructions, and shit, he’s right.
You huff. “Sorry. I can’t read, I guess.”
This statement makes him laugh. “It’s okay. It’s just saline, not like it’s acid or something.” You frown at his attempt to make you feel better, similar to the frown you gave him when he confronted you at the skate park. “I can’t make mistakes like this. This class is part of my future.”
“Well, what future is that?” He queries.
“To get the hell out of here.”
James stops for a second. You seem like a homebody, he would’ve never guessed you wanted out like him.
He nods. “I do too. I want to get out of here and go to a better college, make money, and have a better life.”
“What’s a better life entail?”
“Like maybe a house or a nice apartment, a wife, friends, to be happy. What about you? What’s a better life?”
“I just want to be me and belong somewhere.” You admit, not daring to look up from your paper. He hums. “That too.”
James and you don’t get partnered up much after that, not because you guys were bad together, just because your professor is indifferent to letting people get used to each other. You don’t see or hear much of James until you're at an off campus party with ‘friends’ a month later. He’s standing with the jerk that told you nobody wanted you at the skatepark and when he sees you, he does a double take.
You pay him no mind and continue on with your group, acting in the way you feel you should act so they include you. You’ve gotten good at that, feeling people out, being able to tell them what they want to hear.
When you’ve had entirely too much to drink, you find yourself not being able to find your friends. Hm, weird. You walk drunkenly around the party and don’t spot them, when you realize they probably abandoned you, you start to cry. You walk with blurry vision to the bathroom and someone comes out just as you reach for the doorknob, making you jump back.
“Hey you were my lab partner back during the beginning of the semester!” He says enthusiastically, then realizing you have tears running down your face. “You alright?” He asks now, worried.
“My friends, they left me here and I don’t know how to get home and I’m so drunk and-.” You feel a hand on your shoulder and it snaps you right out of your drunken crying rambling. “It’s okay, I’ll take you home.” He smiles comfortingly.
You nod, wiping the tears from your face and following him through the hallway, once out, he grabs your hand and guides you through the wave of people. You guys get to his car finally and you cautiously get in, having never been in a car with a guy before you really didn’t know what to expect.
You get comfy in the passenger seat and immediately start to shiver, it’s so cold out and you didn’t think you’d need a jacket but jesus it’s frigid in James’s car. He looks over and notices you trying not to shake uncontrollably and immediately reaches into his backseat, bringing a jacket along with him. He hands it to you without a word.
“It’s fine, I’ll be fine.” You hurriedly say.
“You’re shaking the whole car, just put it on, I don’t mind.” He responds.
Nodding, you put it on as he pulls away and heads to your apartment, with directions from you of course. It’s not that far of a drive, only fifteen minutes but you still offer to give him gas money to which he says ‘don’t worry about it.’
“Do you have to drive a lot of drunk girls home?”
“No.” He laughs. “Just Martin, I don’t even know why he insists on driving to these places knowing he can’t drive his ass back to our apartment. We always have to pick his car up a day later when he’s finally conscious.”
You bite your lip, nervous to bring this up. “Was that the guy who told me to get lost at the skatepark the one day?”
“No, that was Keonho. He’s not as mean as he seems, just tries to act tough I guess.”
“Oh.” You say. “Well I still don’t like him.”
James smiles. “That’s okay.”
“And I didn’t like you either till we were paired up.” You admit.
“What changed your mind?”
“I dunno, you were different from the James I talked to at the skatepark. I guess I didn’t expect it. You pleasantly surprised me.”
He hums and continues driving down your road, stopping at your apartment. You get out and thank him and he does that award winning smile that almost makes your heart stop. You’re still so drunk that you forget you still have his jacket on and when you do realize, you mentally berate yourself. You’ll give it to him tomorrow in class, no big deal.
-
Tomorrow comes and you’re hardly awake as you drive to the college. You feel half dead but you did remember his jacket thank god. You see him in the back corner and you wordlessly hand him his jacket to which he wordlessly pushes it back towards you. Your eyebrows stitch together. “Don’t you want this back?”
He shakes his head. “Keep it, looks better on you anyways.” Now that makes your heart stop, the casual compliment totally makes you land on your ass. “Oh. Thanks!” You say a little too enthusiastically.
“Hey there’s another party at my friend Niki’s apartment this weekend. It’s lowkey. If you wanna come, I can take you with me.”
“Uhm, sure. If you want to.”
“Of course I want to, we’re friends.” He states simply and you smile to yourself. Maybe you can make friends after all.
-
You try not to dress too nice for this party, don’t want to come off as trying too hard or anything. You want to look nice though, don’t want James to be embarrassed. You may or may not have formed a tiny little crush on James, but nothing major. You told yourself after the last one that you’d never do that again and you’re sticking to it. Although, there’s nothing harmful in having a crush. He wouldn’t like you back anyways, you’re safe.
James picks you up and you guys talk casually during the car ride. It turns out Niki’s place isn’t far from yours, which is good for the butterflies in your stomach begging to get out from James being in such close proximity. You’re not sure if downplaying this crush is working anymore but that’s a problem for another day.
When you guys get there you’re met with many warm smiles and waves. There’s a couple of girls there which is good you think, you won’t be the odd one out. As the night passes by, James excuses himself to get a drink and you feel a sudden pit in your stomach. Uh oh, now you’re alone with people you hardly know. And something feels wrong, your anxiety peaks suddenly.
When you look back at the kitchen later, you see James and a girl from earlier talking, and she’s rather close to him, and she’s whispering in his ear, and he’s smiling, and-. “I’m going to go outside and get some air, be right back.” You feign a smile and tell the other girl, she nods and you sneak out the door running down the hallway and into the night.
You hate to start crying but you just can’t help it. Yes, this crush is bigger than you originally had thought, and seeing him with someone else kills you, but you can’t blame him. He doesn’t know about this at all, he doesn’t know you feel like he’s been clawing at the inside of your heart, he can’t know that. You haven’t had much to drink but you feel like throwing up, the fact he’s still up there with her makes you sick.
You sit on the stairs of the apartment building and rest your head on your knees, hugging them closely to yourself. You sit there for a while, and then hear the door open.
“Oh thank god.” James says in relief from behind you. “I thought you left me.”
You don’t say anything, just you looking forward, not a peep out of you. “Hey, you okay?” He asks as he sits next to you. You slowly nod yes and he sighs. “Look at me.” You do, and he sees tear streaks that have made their way down your face. “What’s wrong?”
You take a deep breath in. “Just sad. Sorry, I probably ruined the vibe.”
“You haven’t ruined anything, but I am worried about you.” He quietly speaks. “Don’t want you to feel like you don’t belong, because you do.”
This statement makes you start to cry all over again. All you’ve wanted was for someone to say that for you, and here you are, finally being told that and you can’t even say thank you because you’re too busy crying.
He tugs you towards him so that your head lays on his shoulder and you feel at ease immediately. Doesn’t stop the tears from falling still though. He hooks his finger under your chin, pulling your face towards him and he kisses you. Plain and simple kiss, but it makes you freeze. He goes back, kisses you again but deeper this time and it takes you a second to realize what’s even happening. When you do, you melt against him, kissing him back.
He pulls away, licking his lips and grinning. “Should I take you home?”
You nod and he leads you to the car with his hand on the small of your back, opening the car door for you and you hop in. He gets in and says a quick ‘c’mere’ and he kisses you again, making your knees clamp together in desperation for him. You want him, but you don’t know if he wants you like that. You wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t, you don’t know what you're really doing anyways.
When he gets to your apartment, you casually invite him in and he accepts. Once in the elevator he grabs you gently and smashes his lips onto yours, you feel him against you and his bulge is practically breaking out of his pants. Guess your questions answered.
The elevator dings and he gives you one last kiss before exiting the elevator with you, letting you guide him to where your apartment is. You enter your apartment and he’s in awe. It’s decorated all nice and homey, he wishes his shared apartment was half as decorated as yours was.
You wrap your arms around his neck and he leans forward, giving you a slow kiss that you think will linger on your lips for months. He rests his head against yours, putting his hands on your hips and steering you backwards. The back of your knees reach the couch and you fall back on it, him following shortly after. You guys make out for a really long time while feeling each other up. He’s obsessed with squeezing your boobs, they feel so good in his hands.
What you’re obsessed with is running your hands up and down his abs and you think that he’s literally Adonis himself. Now way is a man this physically perfect, makes you feel embarrassed about how you look.
He starts to kiss the corners of your mouth and migrates down to your neck, leaving love bites everywhere. “Can we move this to my bed?” You ask breathlessly.
He hums and helps you up off the couch. He follows you closely as you go to the bedroom but not without some fun, of course. As you walk you take off your shirt, still having your back towards him, and then your bra. You throw it back at him and he catches it and holds it like it’s a grand prize.
You open your bedroom door and face him and his eyes immediately go down to your tits. He swiftly comes towards you and kisses your neck some more while he kneads your boobs in his hands. You walk backwards to your bed, switching him around and pushing him onto it. You pull your pants off and he takes this as his cue to get down to his underwear too, once you both do, you just stare at each other.
“So perfect, wow.” He says in astonishment as he reaches towards you and pulls you onto him. This man is obsessed with kissing you, like he can’t get enough, ever. He kisses you long and slow, then whispering against your mouth, “ride my face.”
Your eyes widen. “Really? But what if I hurt you?”
“You won’t.”
You tremble as you take off your panties and hover yourself on top of him, he grabs your ass and squeezes it once, letting you know he’s ready. You lower yourself just enough to where you feel like you won’t suffocate him and he goes to town.
His tongue greedily explores you, cleaning you of your arousal until all that’s left is his own saliva. You cry out when he tugs you down even further and sucks on your clit, rocking his head back and forth as he teases you. You start to grind yourself against his face and nearly topple over when his nose hits your sensitive spot over and over. It’s not even two minutes and you’re moaning his name as you come all over his tongue, to which he licks up happily of course.
He gives your pussy a final kiss and you weakly get off of him, falling back onto the bed. You hear him slip something off and you sit up to see him on his knees stroking himself. You crawl towards him and flash those pretty eyes at him and he knows what you want. You replace his hand with yours and stroke him lazily as you swirl your tongue around the tip of his dick. You take the head in your mouth and suck on it as if it were a lollipop, popping it out of your mouth, teasing him in return for earlier. He watches as a spit string connects from him to your mouth and nearly nuts right then and there. He’s still so pussy drunk he can hardly see straight.
When you take him fully into your mouth and start bobbing your head up and down his shaft, he thinks he sees stars. He grabs onto the hair at the back of your head for support as you run your tongue on the bottom of his cock, the warmth mixed with that is nearly killing him.
He’s so so close but he can’t cum in your mouth, he just can’t. He says a quick ‘off,’ and you give him a parting kiss on his tip after you pop him out of your mouth. He pushes you down and onto your back as he makes himself at home between your legs. He holds himself above you, admiring your face. “So so pretty. Thought that ever since the skatepark.”
“Don’t lie.”
“I did, minus the digicam.” He jokes.
You giggle. “Ha ha very funny.”
“I try.”
He looks between you two and at his raging boner and knows that if he’s not inside you soon he’s going to go insane. He rocks himself against you. “Let me know if at any point this is too much.” You nod quickly and he guides his tip to your entrance, circling himself around it a few times. He inserts the tip in and you whimper a little at the sharp zolts of pain you feel and he quickly stops.
“We don’t have to do this.” He reassures you as he brushes your face with the back of his fingers.
You shake your head. “No no, I want to. I want it really bad.”
He says a quick ‘okay,’ and inches in little by little, watching your face as he does so. When he does bottom out he stays like that until you’re fully relaxed around him because he’s not going until he knows you’ll feel good from this too. He tests the waters by doing a few shallow thrusts and you whimper some more, “feels good, just so big.”
You adjust yourself a little more and give him the go ahead and he gives a few more test thrusts, the feeling has you gripping his arms for support. “You okay if I go a little faster?”
You smile. “Mhm.”
He kisses you one more time and starts to fuck you nice and slow. He’s taking his time because he’s used to good things not lasting for him. Soon though, the desperation kicks in and he finds himself plowing into you, hard. You can’t help but throw your head back and moan his name like a chant over and over again. You’ll moan his name until the entire apartment complex memorizes it for all you care.
His cock ruthlessly pounds into you, hitting you so deep you feel like blacking out. He’s groaning in your ear as his hips smack into you repeatedly, making a skin slapping noise that echoes throughout your apartment. “I’m so close.” You whine.
He speeds up, fucking you harder, making you cry out as you let go all over him. A creamy ring forms around the base of his cock as he continues on until his climax hits him like a train. He paints your insides with his cum, continuing on lazily pumping himself until the mix of each others release makes noises that reverberate in your bedroom. He’s spent, hardly holding himself up as he pants into your ear, kissing your cheek as a final touch.
He lays next to you and you can’t help but let your thoughts get to you. “So, are we casual?"
It’s quiet for a minute, you not daring to say anything. “I don’t want to be casual, no.” He finally says.
“Then, what do we do now?” You ask.
“I think we have to do all that lovey dovey couple shit… I wouldn’t mind though if it was with you.”
You laugh. “Thanks, I wouldn’t either if it was with you.”
“Maybe tomorrow I can take you to the skatepark, teach you how to skate a little, nobody will be there, just us.”
“Okay.” You agree.
He wraps his arm around you and pulls you towards him, cuddling you as if you’re the only thing in the world. You don’t mind this, matter of fact you fall asleep so good you don’t wake up till one the next day. He’s still there, cuddling you, soft breaths coming from his mouth.
You finally belong, you think. Someone is finally choosing you and thank god because you need that. After everything all you’ve ever wanted is to be loved. For someone to stay. Somebody wants you here, it’s no longer pity, it’s love.
guys, does masturbating bad for our body? am i hypersexual? girls to girls question
cuz ive been addicted to do it since i was 12 and im scared if something happened to me... its feels so good but sometimes i feel disgusted w my own body too...whenever i feel stress or anxious i will touch myself... maybe the reason why i love to do it sm is because ive been SA when i was 9... idk maybe that old man makes me like this ( fuck that bitch)
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