Thinking of your best friend James who’s always so patient and sweet but gets frustrated one day and just fucks the shit out of you 😩
take it
chao yufan x bratty!reader
cw - nsfw, kissing, unprotected sex, rough sex, cumming inside, cum eating, choking, big dick!james, filthy filthy shit, aftercare because james is still a sweet boy
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he was so kind, so sweet. he was practically the only person who tolerated your tendencies to act up any chance you got.
he would soften the crease between your brows with the pad of his thumb, ridding of your pout as he hugged you against his chest, allowing to to whine about how you didn’t get your way.
he would listen to your ranting with that attentive look in his eyes, the look that assured you he cared because he always did.
he would immediately tend to your needs the moment your foot stomped against the ground and your arms crossed against your chest. he would run around frantically, desperately trying not to worsen your mood as he masked his concern with a smile because why would he want to burden you further?
he didn’t have an issue with pampering you with anything and everything your heart desired because it was no secret that he was head over heels for you. he knew that you knew, but every passing day of you brushing it off, acting oblivious to his love fuelled the burning fire buried deep in his chest.
he was so kind, so sweet. you never expected him to hold you down against his mattress and push his dick into you inch by inch, smiling as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
‘what’s wrong, hm?’ his fingers tapped your cheek as he awaited an answer, something you were unable to give with the string of obscenities leaving your lips.
‘fuck! s’ too much-’
‘but this is what you wanted, isn’t it? you like pushing my buttons.’ he gritted out between clenched teeth, each thrust of his hips emphasising his words as your walls clenched around his fat cock.
‘no-’ he cut you off with his hand wrapping around your throat, his fingertips digging into the marked skin he was biting only a few moments ago. ‘yes, baby. you like pissing me off ‘cause you think i won’t do anything about it.’
his smile only widens at the sight of you shaking your head with a small whine. ‘s’ okay, honey. you don’t have to lie.’
he presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, his chest compressed against your own as he wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer while his cock continues to impale your insides.
it hurt so fucking good. every thrust stretching you open further, every thrust causing his tip to poke at your cervix, the bulge very evidently showing in your tummy.
‘james,’ you mewl, nails clawing against his bare back, ‘i can’t…’
‘really? it seems your pussy can, she’s squeezing me so tight, baby. i think she wants more.’ sweat glazes his forehead, small beads dripping down to his defined cheeks as his head cocked to the side, mocking you.
god, you wanted to slap the smile off his face and kiss it at the same time.
you couldn’t lie to yourself about the fact that you purposely irked him to this point, you couldn’t help it with the way he looked when he was angry; clenched jaw and eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed ever so slightly as you could see the plotting behind his pupils, his plans of wanting to absolutely ruin you.
the bed creaked beneath you two, the headboard banged against the wall with every thrust. you would’ve pushed him to his limits sooner if you knew what he was hiding beneath his pants.
‘you can take it, baby. i know you can.’ he presses a sloppy kiss against your cheek before smashing his lips onto yours. the kiss was everything but innocent; tongues clashed against each other as his grip on your neck kept you still.
you swore that he went deeper with every thrust. how could somebody be this big?
he panted against your lips, trying to keep himself balanced as he effortlessly rolled his hips over and over again, practically moulding the both of you into one.
it didn’t take long for you to finish; your lips shaped into a small ‘o’ with your eyes being furrowed shut. your nails left marks on his back as your legs were wrapped around his waist, an attempt to keep him close as your juices smeared all over his cock.
grunting against your lips, he came with a final thrust. he shoved himself deep into you, letting his warm cum coat your insides.
‘fuuuck-’ his groans filled your ears as he slowly pulled out of you, his tip resting on your tummy as he bought his fingers down to your dripping cunt.
he scooped up his leaking cum, bringing his coated fingers to your lips as his free hand held your jaw. ‘c’mon, taste what i did to you.’ - his smile returns as you open your mouth with the little energy you have left, savouring the flavour of you and him on your tongue.
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your eyes felt hazy and your body felt sore until a warm towel was suddenly against the inside of your thighs.
james ensured to be gentle was he wiped the mess layered on your skin - his free hand caressed your cheek with such tenderness, you never would have believed he was capable of what he did only a few minutes ago.
‘i warmed up the bath for you-’ his voice was equally as sweet as his current actions, ‘i’ll carry you there in a second, m’kay? i just wanna clean my baby up first.’
you couldn’t help the fuzzy feeling in your tummy. after all, he still was your best friend. but could you even call him that after what happened, after what he did to you? or rather, after he did you?
that was a conversation to be concerned about for another time. all you knew is that after your bath, you wanted to fall asleep in his arms the same way you always have, just that this time, it would have a deeper meaning.
sure, things will become complicated now but you can take it. you already took him.
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2 MONTHS is how long this bitch has been sitting in my drafts. 2 whole months. forgive me everybody but it is posted now 😓
. ❛ ༉‧₊˚ · Summary ─── An intense making out with your boyfriend James on the dorm’s sofa is a bold choice. But who are we to judge?
. ❛ ༉‧₊˚· Content ─── established relationship · idol au · fluff · reader has braids cause I said so · lap sitting · dry humping · long ass making out · skinship · kissing (obvi) · 2.0k wc
The coffee had gone lukewarm in your hands, but you did not really mind. James had finished his hours ago and left the mug on the floor near the TV, forgotten against the baseboard. You were both sunk deep into his couch, that oversized grey sectional that swallowed people whole, legs tangled under a blanket that smelled like his detergent and the faint trace of the vanilla candle he had lit earlier and promptly ignored.
You had been there since ten, still in your stuff from the gym, your small braids pulled back from your face with a soft band, a few loose ones framing your temples where they had dried weird from your washday. James looked even more undone. Sweatpants riding low on his hips, an old faded tee from some predebut photoshoot, hair still messy from sleep. He looked normal. Not like the guy you had watched on that music show last week, all sharp angles and stage makeup. Just James.
He had the remote but was not really using it. Some autoplay garbage ran on the TV, travel vlogs bleeding into clips of people falling off skateboards, whatever the algorithm decided to serve. Every so often he would laugh, this low huff that vibrated through the couch cushions, and his foot would nudge yours under the blanket like he was checking you were still there.
"You are not even watching," he said, nodding at your phone. You were scrolling through nothing, some food blog you would never cook from.
"I am. That guy just broke his tailbone."
"That was three videos ago."
"Multitasking girlfriend right?."
He smiled, the kind that crinkled the corners of his eyes, and stretched. His shirt rode up enough to show his stomach. He did not fix it. He never did. His hand landed on your knee when he settled back down, casual as breathing, thumb rubbing back and forth over the fabric of your leggings. Warm. Distracting.
The afternoon light came through the blinds in stripes, cutting across his shoulders. He looked soft in it, touchable. You felt yourself leaning in before you even decided to, drawn by the smell of his soap and the way he was looking at you, all soft focus and intent.
He noticed. He always noticed. His hand slid up your thigh, not grabby, just present, grounding. "Come here," he said, voice gone quiet and rough.
That was when your brain caught up. You glanced at the door, solid and locked but still, and felt your shoulders tense. "Wait."
He stopped immediately, hand stilling on your leg. "What?"
"What about the others??"
James blinked, confused for a second, then his face cleared into something gentler. "They’re at the studio. They are all at the studio. Training until six. I told you."
"I know, but..." You sat up a little, the blanket slipping to your waist. "What if one of ‘em forgets something? You know they always do. Keonho came back last Tuesday..."
"At four," James interrupted, soft but firm. He sat up too, turning to face you properly, his hand moving to your waist instead. "It was Tuesday at four, yeah, but that was a vocal lesson day. Today is choreography. They do not break from dancing. The choreographer would beat their asses if one of them even thought of leaving."
You bit your lip, still looking at the door. "And the manager?"
"He always calls first." James reached out, his fingers finding your chin, turning you back to look at him. "You know that. He calls. He waits. He complains. He is not gonna just kick the door down." He waited, thumb brushing your jaw. "We are good. I promise."
He was looking at you with that expression, the one that made you feel silly for worrying but also safe for admitting it. His thumb traced your cheekbone, back and forth, patient.
"You sure about that?" you asked, quieter.
"Positive." He leaned in, close enough that you could see the flecks of gold in his brown eyes, the small scar above his eyebrow from some predebut accident he never fully explained. "It is just us. For like three more hours. Just us."
Something in your chest unclenched. You nodded, small and sure.
He smiled again, real and relieved, and closed the distance. His mouth found yours soft, unhurried, the kind of kiss that started like a question and got answered yes. His hand at your waist pulled you closer, easy, and you went, shifting up onto your knees so you could lean into him better. The blanket got messed up, kicked aside somewhere to the floor, but neither of you cared.
He tasted like the mint gum he had been chewing earlier, sweet and sharp. One of his hands came up to cup the back of your neck, fingers threading through your braids at the nape, not pulling, just holding, learning the shape of them. The other stayed at your hip, thumb tracing circles that you felt through your whole body.
When you pulled back to breathe, he did not let you go far. His forehead rested against yours, eyes half open. "Better?" he whispered.
"Yeah."
"Good." He kissed your nose, then your cheek, then your mouth again, deeper this time, less careful. You felt him smile against your lips when you sighed, embarrassed at the sound, but he just pulled you closer, his hands guiding you until you were fully in his lap, your knees settling on either side of his thighs.
He leaned back into the corner of the couch, taking you with him, his hands moving to your waist to settle you against him. The position brought you chest to chest, close enough that you could feel his heartbeat through his thin shirt. He looked up at you for a moment, really looked, his eyes tracing your face like he was memorizing it. Then he tilted his chin up and brought you down to meet him.
This kiss was different. Hungrier. His mouth moved against yours with purpose, firm and demanding, his tongue sliding past your lips to taste you deeper. His hand slid up your back under your hoodie, palm hot and flat against your skin, while the other cradled your jaw, angling you where he wanted you.
He kissed you like he was starving, tilting his head to get closer, pulling back only to breathe before diving back in, his teeth catching your lower lip and tugging gently before soothing the spot with his tongue.
You gasped against his mouth, your hands finding the front of his shirt and fisting in the fabric, pulling him closer. He made a low sound in his throat, something between a groan and approval, and his hand at your waist tightened, fingers pressing into your hip. Your braids fell forward around your faces, creating a curtain, and he pushed them back with one hand, his fingers getting tangled in them, gripping slightly as he deepened the kiss.
"James," you breathed when he moved to your jaw, his mouth hot and open against your skin.
"Right here," he murmured against your throat, his voice rough, vibrating against your pulse. He kissed the spot hard enough to bruise, then soothed it with his tongue, his other hand sliding down to grip your thigh, pulling you flush against him. You felt him everywhere, the heat of him through his clothes, the solid muscle of his chest, the way his hips shifted under yours, seeking friction.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide, his mouth swollen and wet. "You good?" he asked, but his hand was already moving again, sliding up your side, his thumb brushing the underside of your breast through your hoodie.
"Yeah," you managed, your voice sounding strange to your own ears. "You?"
Instead of answering, he kissed you again, harder this time, his hand at your back pulling you down so you were pressed fully against him, chest to chest, hip to hip. His tongue swept through your mouth, tasting, claiming, and you met him with equal hunger, your fingers threading into his hair and pulling slightly. He groaned against your mouth, the sound sending heat pooling low in your stomach, and his hips bucked up slightly, seeking pressure.
"Fuck," he breathed against your lips, his hand at your thigh gripping tighter, his fingers digging in just enough to mark. "You feel so..."
He did not finish the sentence. He kissed you again, deeper, his hand sliding up to tangle fully in your braids, gentle with the tension but firm, holding you where he wanted you. His other hand roamed, tracing your spine, your side, the curve of your hip, then sliding back up under your hoodie to touch skin.
You shivered at the contact, his palm warm and slightly calloused against your ribs, and he swallowed the sound you made, his tongue stroking against yours in a rhythm that matched the slow rock of your hips.
The couch creaked beneath you, loud in the quiet apartment, but neither of you stopped. You were too far gone, lost in the heat of his mouth, the way his hands moved over you like he could not get enough, the way his body rose to meet yours with every downward press of your hips. His breathing was ragged against your mouth, his chest heaving against yours, and you could feel his heart hammering, fast and hard.
He broke the kiss to drag his mouth down your jaw, your throat, sucking at the skin there hard enough to make you gasp, his hand at your waist holding you steady while the other gripped your hip, guiding your movements. "Tell me," he demanded softly, his voice rough against your skin.
"Yeah?"
"If you want to stop." He looked up at you, his eyes dark, serious despite the flush on his cheeks, the way his hair stuck up where you had pulled it. "Tell me. I will stop."
You shook your head, your braids brushing your shoulders, and rolled your hips down against him deliberately. He hissed out a breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a second, his grip tightening. "Do not stop," you whispered.
He opened his eyes, looked at you for a long moment, then surged up to kiss you again, his mouth claiming yours with an intensity that made your head spin. His hands moved to frame your face, holding you still for his kiss, his tongue stroking deep, his thumbs brushing your cheekbones.
You felt every point of contact, the warmth of his skin under his shirt, the solidness of his thighs under yours, the hard line of him pressing against you through his sweatpants, the way his fingers trembled slightly against your jaw.
He kissed you like he was trying to consume you, like the afternoon was not enough, like he needed more. And you gave it, your hands fisting in his shirt, your body moving against his, lost in the heat and the weight of him, the taste of mint and coffee and James.
When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathing hard, chests heaving, his forehead pressed against yours, his hands still framing your face. "You okay?" he asked, voice rough, wrecked.
You nodded, your lips feeling swollen, your body thrumming. "Yeah, how about you?."
He made a soft noise, something like satisfaction, and pulled you down against him, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close, his face buried in your neck. You felt his heartbeat against your chest, fast and steady, his breathing hot against your skin.
The afternoon sun moved across the floor, striping the coffee table. Neither of you moved to fix the blanket. James's hand traced slow patterns at your lower back, though his fingers still trembled slightly, his body tense beneath you like he was holding himself back.
"Was it good?" he asked again, muffled against your collarbone.
You nodded, your chin brushing his hair, and carded your fingers through the mess you had made of it. "Do I have to answer?"
He held you there, tight and warm, and you both listened to the quiet, waiting for nothing, expecting no one.
SYPNOSIS you get your period, which means you get a free pass to cuss out the members
CORTIS 6TH MEMBER AU
WARNINGS/DISCLAIMERS strong language, menstruation, heavy menstrual bleeding, period cramps, sleep deprivation, mood swings, brief mention of butt cramps, keonho being painfully corny, martin vacuuming at four in the morning, everyone collectively trying their hardest not to become y/n’s first degree murder victim.
NOTE im crying keonho needs to gtfo😭also i finally tried the thing where you put commas at the end of a dialogue and idk if i did it right but fuck it we ball
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you had spent the last few days eating absolutely everything that crossed your path, and by this point nobody in the dorm was even remotely surprised anymore. it did not matter if it was your food, someone else’s food, or something that had been sitting in the pantry untouched for weeks. if you found it first, you ate it without a second thought, leaving nothing but empty wrappers behind while the others stared at you in complete disbelief. every few hours you found yourself wandering back into the kitchen looking for something else to snack on, somehow still feeling hungry no matter how much you had already eaten.
you had tried convincing yourself it was probably just ovulation week messing with your appetite, even if something about it felt a little… off. on top of constantly craving junk food, you had also been getting random cramps that came and went without warning, making you pause for a second before continuing with whatever you had been doing. your period had literally just ended though, and there was still over two weeks until the next one was supposed to start, so you eventually shrugged it off and decided your body was probably just being weird this month. everyone had strange months every now and then, right?
right now, you were standing in the kitchen with an almost empty bag of hot cheetos in your hands, happily munching away while completely ignoring the judgmental looks being sent your way from the living room. by the time you finished the last handful, your fingers were coated in bright red seasoning, forcing you to head toward the bathroom to wash your hands before touching literally anything else. after scrubbing away the evidence of your latest snack, you let out a quiet yawn and made your way back to your room, already feeling the exhaustion settle over you.
when you stepped inside, james and juhoon were already getting comfortable for the night. james had one earbud in while lazily watching anime on his phone, occasionally letting out the smallest reactions whenever something happened on screen, while juhoon was lying flat on his back, endlessly scrolling through social media with the brightness turned down low enough to keep from blinding everyone else. neither of them bothered looking up when they heard the door open since they already knew it was you.
you climbed into your bed with another tired yawn before pulling the blankets all the way up to your shoulders, immediately sinking into the mattress with a satisfied sigh. “goodnight guys. juhoon, if you start snoring again i’m kicking you out of the room,” you warned, pointing a finger in his direction despite already having your eyes half closed.
before either of them could answer, a loud scream echoed somewhere else in the dorm, followed by what sounded like several voices yelling over one another. nobody even flinched. it was probably keonho causing some kind of chaos again. juhoon slowly lowered his phone just enough to stare blankly at the ceiling before letting out an exhausted sigh. “kick me out of the group instead. everyone here is crazy.”
james quietly laughed to himself before locking his phone and placing it beside his pillow. “goodnight, y/n,” he muttered sleepily, sounding far more exhausted than either of you.
“night,” you mumbled back, already feeling yourself drift off as the room became quieter. despite the distant sounds of your members still causing absolute havoc somewhere else in the dorm, sleep came surprisingly fast, and within minutes you had completely given in to the exhaustion without realizing that the strange cravings and random cramps were only the beginning.
you woke up with a sharp gasp, your eyes snapping open as an unbearable cramp twisted through your lower stomach so suddenly that it almost knocked the breath out of you. for a few long seconds, you couldn’t even think properly because of how intense it was, and all you could do was curl yourself into the tightest ball possible while clutching your abdomen with both hands. you squeezed your eyes shut and bit down on your lip, forcing yourself to stay completely silent despite how badly it hurt because the last thing you wanted was to wake james and juhoon in the middle of the night over what you were still convinced was just another weird cramp.
after waiting for the pain to ease just enough for you to move, you slowly pushed yourself upright, taking your time as another ache settled into your stomach. the moment you stood on your feet, however, you immediately froze. something warm suddenly ran down the inside of your thighs, continuing lower until you actually felt it reaching your ankles, and your heart instantly dropped into your stomach. you looked down in complete confusion, only to see bright red blood staining your thin white cotton sweatpants almost immediately. your eyes widened in horror as your brain desperately tried to process what you were looking at, especially considering your period had ended not even two weeks ago.
without wasting another second, you hurried toward the bathroom as carefully as you could, trying not to leave a trail behind you while another cramp forced you to stop halfway down the hall. the second you stepped inside, you quickly stripped out of your ruined clothes before stepping under the warm water, hoping it would at least help calm the pain in your stomach while you cleaned yourself off. by the time you finished showering, your body felt slightly less uncomfortable, but the cramps were still lingering in the background, making you more irritated with every passing minute.
you reached toward the sink out of habit, expecting to find the clean clothes you always brought with you whenever you showered, only for your hand to meet absolutely nothing. you stared blankly for a second before letting out the most exhausted sigh imaginable as you realized you had forgotten them in your room. normally, you would rather die than walk around the dorm wearing nothing but a towel, but considering it was four in the morning and everyone should have been asleep, you convinced yourself it would only take a few seconds to run back and grab them.
wrapping the towel tightly around yourself, you quietly opened the bathroom door and stepped into the hallway, already planning to rush back before anyone had the chance to see you. instead, you were immediately greeted by the loud hum of a vacuum cleaner.
you blinked in disbelief.
martin stood a few feet away, casually vacuuming the hallway as if this were the most normal thing anyone had ever done at four in the morning. the second he noticed movement, he looked up, and the moment your eyes met, his entire face turned bright red. he looked completely frozen, still gripping the vacuum handle while staring at you with the most bewildered expression imaginable.
you were far too exhausted, uncomfortable, and irritated to even acknowledge the awkwardness of the situation. “what the hell are you doing? it’s four am,” you exhaled, your voice heavy with annoyance as another cramp made you instinctively press a hand against your stomach beneath the towel.
martin awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost embarrassed to have been caught. “i’m just cleaning…” he mumbled quietly, as though that somehow explained everything.
your patience completely disappeared.
“well, why don’t you ever fucking clean when i ask you to?” you snapped, glaring at him with visible frustration. “why does it always have to be when no one needs you to clean? and why does it have to be in the middle of the night? so you can complain all day after everyone else wakes up?”
martin simply stared at you for a few seconds, not looking offended in the slightest. if anything, he just looked genuinely confused by how angry you suddenly were. after a moment, he carefully tilted his head. “are you like… okay?” he asked cautiously.
that question somehow irritated you even more.
without answering him, you shot him one final glare before storming back into your room, grabbing the first clean clothes you could find while james and juhoon remained completely asleep through the entire ordeal. less than a minute later, you stepped back into the hallway with your clothes clutched against your chest, only to find martin still standing exactly where you had left him, vacuum cleaner still in hand as though he had completely forgotten what he had been doing.
you looked at him with complete disbelief before letting out another irritated scoff. “go to fucking bed.”
martin blinked once, clearly deciding it was smarter not to argue, while you turned on your heel and disappeared back into the bathroom to finally get dressed.
you never managed to fall asleep again after everything that had happened. every time you started drifting off, another cramp would pull you right back awake, leaving you staring at the ceiling while silently wondering why your body had suddenly decided to declare war against you. by the time sunlight finally began spilling through the curtains, you had only managed around four miserable hours of sleep, and you already felt completely drained before the day had even started.
with a quiet groan, you forced yourself out of bed and shuffled toward the kitchen out of habit. despite everything, you still planned on making breakfast for everyone like you usually did, already knowing that if you didn’t, somebody would inevitably complain about being hungry. you had barely managed to grab a pan before another intense cramp twisted through your stomach so hard that your knees almost gave out beneath you. gripping the edge of the counter for support, you stayed frozen until the pain eased just enough for you to breathe again before finally giving up altogether. without saying a word, you abandoned the kitchen and slowly made your way over to the couch, curling into yourself while blinking back frustrated tears.
the dorm gradually came alive over the next half hour as doors opened one after another and sleepy voices echoed down the hallway. one by one, everyone wandered toward the kitchen, still waking up and expecting the usual morning routine without realizing that today was definitely not going to be normal.
“what, no food today? want us to starve?” seonghyeon asked the moment he stepped inside.
you slowly turned your head from where you were lying on the couch and shot him the most exhausted glare imaginable. “make your own food,” you muttered, your voice completely flat.
a few seconds later, keonho walked into the kitchen, completely oblivious to the atmosphere. “no food today?” he asked innocently.
you let out a long, irritated exhale. “shut the hell up, keonho.”
before keonho could even respond, martin wandered into the room carrying absolutely no shame whatsoever. “hey, why the hell were you taking a shower at four in the morning?” he asked curiously.
you groaned so loudly it practically echoed through the dorm. “why so many questions? because i wanted to shower! what’s the problem? why the hell were you vacuuming at four in the morning?” you snapped right back.
martin blinked at you before shrugging. “well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”
“i didn’t wake up on the wrong side of the bed because i didn’t even get to sleep!” you shouted, your patience officially disappearing.
juhoon finally looked up from his phone with an unimpressed expression. “calm down,” he said with a lazy eye roll.
for a second, you genuinely considered throwing the nearest object at him.
before you could think of an appropriate comeback, james casually walked into the living room with his hands in his pockets. “hey, no food today?”
that was the final straw.
you sat upright so quickly that everyone instinctively took half a step back. “why would i, the youngest member, have to always do all the work around here? i’m not a goddamn maid! make your own food!” you shouted, your voice echoing throughout the entire dorm.
all five boys stared at you in complete silence. strangely enough, none of them actually looked offended. if anything, they looked like they were trying to figure out the safest way to survive the morning.
after a long pause, martin awkwardly raised a hand. “well… i guess i’m a maid as well. y’know, since i always vacuum around here.”
juhoon immediately snorted, failing miserably at holding back his laugh.
you slowly turned your head toward martin. “your vacuuming is fucking useless, martin. i don’t know why you always expect praise after that.”
martin quietly lowered his hand again.
keonho tilted his head while studying your expression for a moment before speaking very carefully. “did you like… get your period early?”
your eyes immediately landed on him. “what’s it to you?” you scoffed.
“oh, so you did,” he nodded thoughtfully. “it’s just so that i hide in my room without having to worry that you might kill me for existing.”
you stared at him without saying a word for several long seconds. “well you better fucking hide right now because the idea of killing you sounds really good.”
keonho smiled the most awkward smile anyone had ever seen before slowly backing away. “oookay…”
without another word, he turned around and speed walked toward his bedroom.
martin wasted absolutely no time grabbing seonghyeon’s arm. “she’s fucking scary when she gets her period,” he whispered while dragging the equally confused seonghyeon down the hallway after keonho.
“hey!” juhoon suddenly called out before disappearing toward his room as well. “you have extra pads and tampons in my drawer. i don’t know why you put them there, but whatever…”
before you even had a chance to answer, keonho yelled from somewhere in the hallway.
“it’s because she has an extra heavy flow during the first three days and she always runs out so she bought a bunch of pads and tampons and they didn’t all fit under the sink and in her own drawers so she put the remaining ones in yours!”
you stared blankly toward the hallway.
“…who the hell was talking to him?” you muttered under your breath.
the room fell quiet again until james walked over without saying much. he reached behind the couch before tossing something toward you.
“here.”
you caught it automatically before looking down.
your heating pad.
without questioning when he had gone to get it, you quietly plugged it in before resting it against your stomach, immediately sighing as the warmth slowly began easing some of the pain.
james watched for another second before turning to leave. “try not to kill keonho,” he said casually. “or sean. or martin.”
you gave the smallest nod, far too exhausted to argue anymore.
he simply nodded back before walking away, leaving the living room almost completely empty. as annoying as they could be sometimes, every single one of them had eventually learned one very important lesson. when you were dealing with your period, especially during the first few days, giving you space was usually the smartest survival strategy anyone in the dorm could possibly have.
the next few hours passed painfully slowly as you stayed curled up on the couch with your heating pad pressed firmly against your stomach, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone without really paying attention to anything on the screen. every now and then another cramp would hit hard enough to make you wince, forcing you to pause whatever you were looking at until it passed. after this morning’s outburst, the rest of the members had wisely decided to keep their distance, and the opposite side of the dorm was filled with quiet conversations and laughter that always seemed to stop the moment someone accidentally looked in your direction.
you honestly appreciated the silence. nobody was asking unnecessary questions anymore, nobody was expecting you to cook, and nobody was testing your already nonexistent patience. for the first time all day, the warmth from the heating pad was actually starting to help, and your eyelids gradually became heavier as you sank further into the couch. you had almost fallen asleep when the unmistakable sound of several pairs of footsteps came thundering down the hallway toward you.
you let out the most irritated sigh imaginable before slowly opening your eyes.
standing in front of you were keonho, seonghyeon, and martin. all three of them wore the exact same awkward expression.
“what.” you asked flatly.
the three boys looked at one another as if silently deciding who had to speak first before martin finally cleared his throat.
“we’re going to get ice cream,” he said carefully. “do you want us to get you some?”
you stared at him for a second before rolling your eyes.
“the ice cream shop is twenty minutes away. we don’t have money for an uber, and none of you idiots can drive. it would melt before you even got here.”
the three of them quietly nodded in agreement.
“…right.” seonghyeon mumbled.
an awkward silence settled over the room before keonho suddenly brightened. “i think i have an idea on how to make you feel better.”
your eyebrows immediately pulled together. “…how?”
without answering, keonho confidently walked over and sat beside you on the couch.
you slowly turned your head toward him, already feeling yourself become irritated because absolutely nothing good had ever followed that expression on his face.
he leaned forward and pointed dramatically toward your stomach. “leave my y/n alone!” he declared with complete sincerity. “you mean period! y/n doesn’t deserve this!”
the living room instantly fell silent.
martin and seonghyeon both snapped their heads toward each other at exactly the same time, immediately grabbing onto one another as they desperately tried not to burst into laughter. both of their shoulders were already shaking from the effort, while keonho continued looking completely serious, apparently convinced this was an excellent idea.
you slowly opened your mouth, ready to yell at him for saying the corniest thing you had ever heard in your entire life.
instead, an absolutely brutal cramp shot through your asscrack.
your eyes widened. “AH!”
you practically launched yourself off the couch before instinctively grabbing the closest thing to you, which unfortunately happened to be keonho’s shoulder.
your grip was so ridiculously strong that he immediately hissed in pain.
“ow! ow, ow, ow!”
seonghyeon took one look at your expression and immediately knew exactly where this was headed.
“let’s go,” he said without hesitation.
before martin could even react, seonghyeon had already grabbed him by the arm and started dragging him toward the hallway.
keonho, meanwhile, remained trapped beside you. “please let go,” he pleaded, his voice climbing an octave. “that was—it was a joke! i swear it was a joke! you usually laugh at my jokes so i thought i’d—”
he didn’t even get to finish his sentence before you finally loosened your grip.
the second your hand let go, keonho practically stumbled backward. he clutched his shoulder dramatically before letting out the biggest sigh of relief imaginable.
“oh, thank god.”
without wasting another second, he turned around and sprinted toward the hallway as fast as his legs could carry him.
“she’s fucking crazy!” you heard him yell somewhere in the distance as he caught up with seonghyeon and martin.
the dorm fell quiet once again.
you simply lowered yourself back onto the couch with another exhausted groan, pulling the heating pad against your stomach as if nothing had happened. despite everything, a tiny, reluctant smile tugged at the corner of your mouth for only a split second before another cramp completely ruined the moment.
sypnosis oddly specific things you find insanely attractive ( jjami ver )
notes skinship, established relationship, kissing, fluff, not proofread (juhoon ver ) ( hyeon ver ) (keonho ver) (martin ver)
when you both play arm wrestling against each other and you can see his veins
The match barely started before the veins along his forearm surfaced with the strain. Your mind suddenly went blank, and when you came to your senses, you already lost. "...Your cheating" you said. He only laughed at that, "not my fault I knew your weakness, princess"
when you're talking to him and his gaze keeps shifting towards your lips
You were halfway through your sentence when you noticed it. The way his eyes went from your lips to...meeting your eyes, again and again. "You still here, James?" you sarcastically said. He only blinked, still looking at your lips, "yea.."
carrying you in bridal style when your feet hurts
Your feet were giving up, yet you insisted you could keep walking. Looking at your miserable state, he only sighed before bending down without another word. Before you could protest, you were in his arms. "shh let me carry you, okay?"
his cold expression dissapears whenever he saw you
His stoic expression met everyone across the room. if you have never knew him, you would have thought he was cold. however the moment he saw you, his expression changes drastically. The corners of his lips lifted into the softest smile. Only you ever got to see that one.
saying the most out of place things just to kiss you unexpectedly
He was saying something completely random out of the blue, making your brain load longer than it should. Before you could mutter something out however, he leaned in, kissing you pasionately before stepping back, leaving you totally breathless after that.
Desc - You are the 6th member of Cortis and also the only female member! Posting on Weverse has always been your favorite hobby as an idol. Out of everyone in the group you are someone who posts the most! And the fans absolutely love it!!
Tags - 6th member reader / no main coupling / you out swag the members / you might be more liked than Martin bc you’re just that girl / idc if 6th member au’s annoy you and how they are unrealistic let me live / this was so difficult / sorry it’s short / yes you’re a marry sue / you guys are welcome for all the song recs
❝james never gets a second of peace, because he always wants to be devoured by you.❞
WARNING⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ mdni, nsfw, bf!james, he is a flex, lol mention, dry humping, degradation, dirty talk, kissing, unprotected sex, rough sex, cumming inside, cum eating, choking, big dick!james. 3K
— Love?
It’s the first thing you say when you walk through the door after a long day with your friends, but you get nothing back.
— James? — you call again, kicking off your shoes, already thrown by how quiet the house is. — Babe?
Nothing. The only sound is tools clinking in the game room, already telling you your boyfriend is in his element. You pad across the floor until the noise gets louder, and there he is, bent over the coffee table, fixing the monitor from his gaming setup that had died earlier that morning—according to the text he’d sent you.
His freshly blond hair falls lightly over a forehead damp with sweat, framed by the glasses he never takes off, not even now, while his sharp eyes stay locked on the wires and boards he’s working on.
He’s shirtless, wearing only an old pair of jeans he saves for getting dirty. He hasn’t even noticed you standing there, completely absorbed while you watch him work. Sweat gleams greedily across his pale skin, sliding down a defined chest that didn’t come from a gym but from late nights in old boxing rings with his friends, or hauling massive boxes of comics and outdated consoles from place to place.
Holy shit, you think.
It wasn’t news that your libido ran high, but your fertile window had hit early and at this point there was no holding back.
You stop in the doorway, biting your lip, not even trying to hide how turned on you are. He looks so masculine like that, veins standing out on his strong arms as he grips the screwdriver firmly, turning it with precision. The muscles in his shoulders flex with every movement, and the sweat traces irregular lines down his abdomen, highlighting the ridges you already knew so well.
— This board’s fried. — He mutters something about the wiring, completely focused, oblivious to the world. — Fuck.
You’re frozen in place, trembling a little. Your legs almost carry you straight to him in a messy mix of filthy desire and pure missing him. Yeah—less than two minutes. After all, it was no secret that James being a know-it-all nerd was basically one of your kinks.
Especially when that nerd is in the middle of the living room, half on a stepladder, breathing hard like there’s no tomorrow over a single broken monitor.
You can’t take it anymore. You let out a soft huff and let yourself imagine. The day had been suffocating without him, and seeing him like this—focused and sweaty—lights something primal in you. You want his attention. And you want it now.
Without a word you come up behind him, sliding your hands over his bare waist. He jumps, glasses slipping a little down his nose, and turns his head toward you, surprised.
— What— oh, you’re home, love. — He smiles. That warm smile that always melts you. But you don’t give him time to talk. You press your body against his back, feeling the heat of his sweaty skin soak through your clothes—which, conveniently, aren’t many.
— Baby… you look so fucking hot like this. — you whisper against his ear, brushing your lips over the lobe full of piercings, loving the cool metal on your tongue. — I think I just had a visual orgasm.
He laughs quietly, almost under his breath, which does nothing to help your situation, trying to turn his attention back to the monitor.
— Just a second, love… I’m almost done here. — he asks gently, almost coaxing, glancing at the pout on your face for being turned down the first time.
But you’re stubborn. You don’t stop. You’re determined to get what you want, so you slide your hands higher, tracing the pulsing veins on his arms, feeling the hardness of the muscles tensing under your touch.
— Baby…
— Don’t even start. — he answers without looking at you. — Last time I told you I’d only fuck you again when you played League of Legends with me.
— James!
He doesn’t listen, still in the steady rhythm of tightening and swapping screws, being deliberately difficult.
— Come on, love. We could use couple skins, you know? It won’t kill you.
— Mhm.
You pretend to agree, and he shivers lightly at your breath. The sticky skin makes it easy for your fingers to glide. You press your thighs against his, slowly rubbing against his ass, using one hand to cup the half-hard cock through the jeans from behind, feeling the volume grow.
— No, baby. I want it now. — your voice is needy, breathing soft when you press against his ass again, but the firm bite you leave on his shoulder says something else entirely. And he knows it. — Nobody told you to put on a show in the middle of the living room.
James drops the tool, breathing deep, glasses fogging a little from the heat he’s feeling.
— Fuck, you’re impossible today. — He turns, grabbing your waist firmly and pulling you close, lips crashing into yours in a hungry kiss with no patience. His tongue plays with yours in a perfect rhythm, sharing a wet affection that goes deeper than just sex hunger, waking up every already-sensitive part of your body. Your hands explore his bare skin, lightly scratching the exposed back, tracing the almost discreet abs, encouraging you to push one knee between his legs while he presses you against the table, approving the stimulation with a rough moan against your mouth.
The friction between your bodies grows more intense. You rise onto your toes, now grinding the center of your legs against his erection, feeling his cock throb through the fabric, hearing that little dirty chuckle of his.
— Look what you do to me, baby. — he murmurs against your mouth, voice rough, blond hair messy and falling into his eyes behind the glasses. — Feel that? Hard as fuck, just for you.
You moan, nodding, and he spins you around, bending you quickly over the table next to the half-disassembled monitor. His hands slide up under your skirt, yanking your panties down in one pull, too desperate for any teasing.
— Already so wet? Such a filthy little slut. — He gives your ass a light slap, the sound echoing in the room, followed by another, firmer one that makes the skin sting deliciously. — Got turned on just from watching me work, huh? Bet you could only think with your pussy. — You arch your back, excited by the filthy talk, unable to form words, only asking for more, and he laughs, breathing hard. — Want me to fuck you hard, don’t you? With this cock you can’t go a single day without.
— Fuck, James. — you murmur weakly, using your own hands to pinch the hard peaks of your nipples, the sensation as painful as it is pleasurable, pulsing the same way your already-neglected clit is.
He finally unbuttons his jeans, freeing his thick, throbbing cock, so hard it aches, breathing out in satisfaction once it’s free of the fabric. It was no secret James was a little above average—big enough that the thought of taking him in your mouth alone could make you choke.
It had taken a lot of practice to ride him without being sore afterward.
— Spread your legs. Come on. — His voice is thick now. The words come out a little slurred with how turned on he is.
Without long preliminaries he pushes into you slowly at first, stretching you gradually, careful, using his hips to roll gently against your pussy, fitting himself in without hurting you. The glasses are still perfectly in place when he tilts his head to look down at you, flashing those white teeth in a filthy smile that makes you flutter around him, getting you even wetter so he can slide in easier.
— Fuck, this pussy feels so good. — He furrows his brow in a desperate moan, using both hands to grip your warm skin, sinking even deeper into you, addicted to the filthy way you squeeze him. — So fucking warm… Squeeze for me? I know you like it. — You moan loudly, hands now braced on the table, feeling every inch of him thrusting in and out hard, no mercy, fluids dripping down your thighs every time his damp hair brushes your skin.
Suddenly he stops the thrusts for a moment, pulling you up by the hair with one hand, rough, forcing you to arch your back more while the other arm wraps possessively around your waist, fingers digging into the skin like he’s claiming territory.
— Ah, love… thought I forgot? — he growls in your ear, voice low and dominant, glasses still perfect on his sweaty face, sliding down his prominent nose, feeding that imposing air.
James turns you to face him in one quick, unthinking move, lifting you into the air like you’re a doll and throwing you onto your back on the table again, scattering the tools aside.
His eyes shine behind the lenses as he pins your wrists above your head with one hand, immobilizing you while the other slides down to grip your thigh hard, then slaps your exposed pussy, covering the entire vulva with just his palm.
— You’re my whore, aren’t you? Mine, to use however I want. — he reaffirms, rough. — Say it for me, slut. — He whispers, wicked, pushing back into the hole already used to him, deeper. His hot body pressed to yours, damp hair falling as he bites your neck, leaving mark after mark, pulling more moans from you.
Your mouths meet again, greedily sharing each other’s taste, moaning in unison when your tongues tangle. The kiss is wet, rough, messy—just like the sex between you.
— Hold on to me. — He’s quick, not giving you much time to think about anything except obeying, then looking at the stepladder he was using earlier. He smiles maliciously, eyes reflecting a dangerous lust behind the thin lenses.
— You… James! — you laugh in disbelief, not feeling even a little of your arousal fade, biting your lower lip, tempted.
— I think you’d better hold on.
Your boyfriend pulls you up with skill, positioning you on the ladder. You’re facing away from him, gripping the higher rungs with your legs spread wide and your ass pushed out toward him. James climbs up behind you, smoothing his hands over your skin with fascination, admiring the view for a few seconds, almost worshipping it in silence before pushing into you again from behind, the unstable position adding an extra shot of adrenaline to every thrust.
Each stroke makes the ladder sway slightly, but James keeps it steady enough to fuck you without problems. Your hands go to his thighs in pure desperation, occasionally squeezing one of his cheeks, calling for your boyfriend like a little slut, mind completely fogged. You can’t even think about stopping.
James wraps one hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you see stars but without truly hurting you, cutting off your air for a few good seconds, mixing it with the overstimulation of your own fingers on your hard clit, making your eyes roll back from the pleasure.
— Breathe slow… that’s it. Feels good, doesn’t it? — James sounds wrecked, as high as you are or more, sucking air through his teeth, almost vibrating inside you.
You can’t form thoughts, only taking that cock like it’s the first wonder of the world. You feel closer to the edge than ever, confused by the pleasures flooding you, addicted to the loud sound of his full balls slapping against your skin, lost in the intoxicating feeling James always manages to give you every time you fuck.
The rhythm picks up, thrusts deeper and faster, the sound of skin against skin mixing with his moans. And you love it—love how he never holds back his sounds, how he always shows how much he loves you and loves fucking you, how much pleasure he takes in seeing you so completely given over to him. He is fucking obsessed with you.
And you with him.
— You’re mine, fuck… Shit, baby, look how I fill you up completely. — He gives more slaps to your ass, alternating with rough caresses, trying not to push past your limits. You feel the climax approaching, your body going softer and softer against him, but he doesn’t stop. — Come on my cock, love.
As if obeying him, the orgasm hits you almost violently, whimpering softly while the sensation stretches out, taking you out of yourself for a few seconds.
That’s because right after James turns you, still on the ladder, making you step down one rung so you’re at the perfect height for what he wants.
— I’m so close, princess… Suck me a little? — You nod slowly, not holding back when his cock throbs right in front of your eyes, opening your mouth in a desperate attempt to take him in, pulling another little smile from him.
And you do. Swallowing as much of the length as you can, sliding your tongue and licking from base to tip, tasting the salty mix of accumulated sweat and pre-cum, sucking hard, all while he holds your hair, guiding the rhythm, not hiding how much he loves the filthy little sounds you make when you choke on his cock. — Just like that… just like that. Swallow it all, little slut. — He bites the corner of his lip trying to hold back the needy moan that escapes, coming hard in your mouth with gusto.
Gently, he lifts you by the elbows, pulling your body against his in a hug, giving a light squeeze to your waist, tilting his face to leave a soft little kiss right in the valley of your breasts—a cute habit he has to finish by saying “I love you.”
— Sorry about your monitor, love. — you say softly once he looks back at you with tenderness.
— It’s fine. — he pretends to be casual, sighing like it’s no big deal. — Just… you’re gonna have to be the Katarina to my Garen in League, love.
★SUMMARY: You and James have two shared obsessions: each other and sugar. So what’s better than mixing both ??
★CONTAIN: MDNI, foodplay, making out, fingering, spit, nipples play, gentle!james, usage of whipped cream, oral, handjob. NOT PROOFREAD (I pulled my whole ovulation into this)
★A/N: I have nothing appropriate to say about James’s performance at lolla, he looks so sexy I fear im addicted to him. Anyway enjoy this little one shot bbgs!!
⚠︎ this is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only
Masterlist
After a long week of work, your boyfriend finally made it to your apartment completely exhausted. And like every time he came over, the two of you ended up watching Spiderman for what had to be the hundredth time.
You were comfortably cuddled up on the couch, your head resting against him, when James pulled out his phone and started scrolling.
“Wanna order yogurtland?” He asked quietly.
“Yesss. Get me the mango one with the boba toppings like always please” you replied, nuzzling into his neck while your hand rested on his chest.
“Got it” he kept looking through the menu before smiling. “Oh they’re doing a discount on whipped cream, we should get one”
You laughed “alright, go for it”
After placing the order, the two of you went back to watching the movie while waiting for the food to arrive. James gently rubbed your sides with his thumb, making you smile as the minutes slowly passed.
About half an hour later, the doorbell finally rang. “I’ll get it” he said, quickly getting up and a few seconds later, he came back with the paper bag in his hands.
“Ohhhh that’s the good stuff” you grinned as you opened your frozen yogurt.
“Thanks babe” you said before taking your first spoonful.
“My pleasure” he smiled, taking a bite of his own pineapple yogurt.
The two of you ate in comfortable silence until James suddenly held his spoon in front of your mouth.
“Taste this, it’s really good”
You leaned forward and took the bite, and your eyes immediately widened.
“Okay that’s actually better than mine”
“I told you” he laughed before quickly realizing. “Oh shit the whipped cream, I almost forgot ! “
He reached into the bag, grabbed the can and sprayed a little into his mouth before nodding to himself.
“Yeahhh that’s good”
You laughed before opening your mouth, silently asking for some too.
And without saying a word, James smiled and sprayed a little whipped cream into your mouth, his eyes never leaving yours. You swallowed but a small bit stayed in the corner of your lips.
He leaned a little closer.
“What?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You’ve got some here” his thumb gently brushed the corner of your mouth, wiping it away before he gently licked the cream off his thumb.
You looked at him for a second
Okayyy that was lowkey hot.
For a moment, neither of you said anything. The movie kept playing in the background, it was completely forgotten. James’s hand found your waist again, gently pulling you closer until your forehead almost touched.
You smiled at him before closing the tiny distance between you, pressing a slow kiss against his lips.
He smiled into it, one hand cupping your cheek while the other staying around your waist.
James gently pulled back from the kiss, looking at you softly. “Lemme try something” he said, before taking the can again. “Open your mouth for me” he asked, cupping your chin as you obeyed.
He sprayed some cream into your tongue. “Don’t swallow it just yet” he said before spraying some in his own mouth.
You already knew where this was going, and you were excited to see how things will go…that’s until James’s mouth found yours, sharing the sweetness between your tongues. His mouth moved with yours feverishly, wanting to feel you completely, when he suddenly started sucking on your tongue.
You let a little whine when he did that, it was fucking hot to have him licking your tongue, letting the kiss becoming messier.
When he pulled away from you a long, white, thick string of saliva mixed with the residues of whipped cream formed between your mouths, fuck that was a sigh to see.
“Lie down baby” he ordered, before getting on top of you. His fingers reached to the fabric of your shirt, taking it off, leaving you bare chested. The cold air made you shiver, causing your nipples to harden.
James’s mouth was now on your neck, sucking at the skin there, he was completely mesmerized by you. The poor frozen yogurts were completely forgotten but all you could think about is the feeling of James bitting the sweet spot of your neck. Slowly his eyes drop down your nipples, the tip of his finger gently toying with the bud as his other hand reached for the can once again.
He slowly sprayed cream over your nipple, licking it off greedily until his mouth closed completely around it, sucking it and pulling it with his tongue.
You couldn’t hold back, you moaned softly as he latched onto your other nipple. Your hand tangled in his dirty blonde hairs, pressing him over you even more as he sprayed some cream all over your body just to lick it off.
“Such a beautiful girl” he whispered, spreading cream all over your breast and belly, licking every single inch of skin he could find.
“Oh James…” you whimpered at the feeling of his tongue tasting you, “I need you” your head tilted back, you needed more, you craved him.
James’s fingers toyed with your underwear asking for your permission, when you nodded he pulled it off with a small smirk on the corner of his mouth.
“Get on all four baby” he ordered softly.
You didn’t waste time and obliged, your ass now in the air as you buried your face in the cushion’s pillow.
“Good girl, oh look at you” he murmured. He gently parted your legs, his fingers teasing your pussy, he felt the wetness on his fingers. “Oh baby, you’re completely soaked…” he whispered, leaving little kisses on your right cheek.
“Please James—I need you” you moaned; the simple contact of his fingers wasn’t enough, you needed them inside of you.
“You need what? Say it or you’ll get nothing” his voice was so soft, it didn’t matches the words he was using.
“Finger me, fuck me, I just wanna feel you” you said pathetically, feeling your cunt throbbing, aching for him.
Suddenly he gently slide the tip of his index along your wet pussy, teasing your pearl in the most delicious way. You couldn’t hold back the loud moan that came out of you as he started drawing circle on it.
“Fuck look at you” he breathed out before giving your ass a little kiss, his middle finger joined too, rubbing every sensitive nerves till he slides them in you, the squelching sounds were the only audible thing beside your pants and moans.
“Oh James—it’s so good !” You whimpered, drooling on the pillow as he kept his atrocious ministration.
“Such a good girl, fuck look at you taking my fingers just perfectly” he praised before taking the whipped can and spraying some on your cheek and lower back. All this just to lick it off again while his fingers kept moving faster inside of you.
“Oh I’m gonna come—faster” your pussy pulsed against his digits, squeezing them softly, while he kept kissing and worshipping the back of your body.
“Go on, lemme hear you” he suddenly took off his fingers just to turn you on your back again, spreading your legs. He saw the complete wet mess on your cunt and without hesitation he ate you.
His warm tongue tasting every corner of your pussy, playing with your clit with the tip of his tongue, and the worse was feeling him smirking while eating you. Every time he dived it deeper you pulled him against you even more, wanting him to devour the shit out of you. And the noises he made, made it worse.
“Taste so good, fuck I could die between your legs” he murmured between licks, as he looked up at you, eyes on fire, that damn smirk on the corner of his mouth still present as he munched on you.
It didn’t last long till the bundle of heat ached to be released, you felt that familiar knot, twisting your insides. The feeling of his tongue, the view of him appreciating the taste of you was all you needed.
You came with a loud cry, your hand still clinging to the back of his hair as your legs trembled gently. James pulled back from you, his chin coated in your essence, lips shiny and moisturized, begging to be kissed.
He always had those red, puffy lips after eating you and that was a sigh to die for.
You quickly brought his chin up, parting your lips to welcome his. You tasted yourself on his tongue as it melted on yours.
Your hands rested on his shoulders, you pulled him back just enough to get on top of him, never leaving his lips. You kissed his neck, looking for that soft spot that would make him shiver every time, the soft pants that came out of him were like music to your ears.
“Lemme take care of you now” you whispered, before taking off his tank top. His eyes closed for a minute when your fingers gently traced his skin.
You looked around and found the can again, you sprayed some on his chest and abs, licking at the sweet cream off him.
“So beautiful” he whispered, his hand cupping your jaw as you went lower till you reached the waistband of his shorts.
You bit your lips as you took it off, rubbing your hands all over his boxer, your eyes saw the wet spot of precum on it. You looked up at him with a smirk.
“All that?” You chuckled, but he wasn’t laughing at all, his eyes were half lidded, head titled back, the state he was in just screamed ‘do me’
And that’s what you did.
The boxer quickly flew away, replacing the fabric by your hand, wrapping around the base of it. James let out a little gasp as you did so. Your hand working on him gently, you cupped his cheek and kissed him, your hand still stroking his length altering between fast and slow.
“Love you—love you so much baby” he whimpered between kisses, his body started overheating, some sweat started forming on his forehead, neck and chest. He looked absolutely wrecked and fucking hot.
You went down once again, your hand never leaving him till you slowly licked his tip, his hips jerked off, his head was completely titled back, as he whimpered pathetically.
“More please—baby please—fuck I’m coming” he whined out, as you took his tip into your mouth, sucking on it like the best lolipop you’ve ever had.
You softly spat onto his skin, just to deepthroat it all this time, the sweat was clinging to his body, his mouth open, like he was trying to mumble something but all he could do was pants and whimper.
“Fuck I’m—I’m coming” that’s all he said before he came into your mouth, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath, you pulled away from him, bringing your lips to his. The kiss was slow, extremely slow, he moved his lips lazily against yours, wanting to make the moment last as much as he could. His nose brushing against yours sensually.
It felt intimate, just you two, bodies tangled in sweat, and some leftover of sugary cream, kissing in the most sloppily but slowly way, his warm hand rubbed your back gently, giving you a sort of comfort.
Finally you pulled back a little, he looked at you with those admirative eyes, and shit you felt your legs mushy and about to pass out.
“I love you” he whispered in your ear, before pecking your cheek.
“I love you more” you replied, nuzzling yourself against him, his body warm against yours, the scent of him enveloping you into a sweet bubble of love and tenderness.
