#james kelly smut
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Cherry Popping
Summary: When you’re left alone with your father’s good friend James Kelly, you try to seduce him- but you soon realise you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.
Content warnings: Mild dubcon, loss of virginity, rough p in v sex, fingering, choking, degradation, humiliation, creampie
WC: 2.8k
You’d gotten used to James hanging around- you’d spent many of your childhood summers peering into the garage where he worked with your father. A long time had passed since he was just a mechanic’s apprentice but he maintained a close friendship with your family, often coming by on weekends for a cold beer and catch up. Everything had remained the same for years- everything apart from you.
As you grew older, the way you looked at him changed. Thanks to a fresh influx of hormones, you were filled with a newfound curiosity for him- his familiarity was washed away and replaced with anxious desire. Now prior to his arrival, you’d spritz yourself with perfume and change into something short and pink. Your dad, being endearingly clueless as usual, would comment on how nice the floral fragrance that his princess was wearing was and you’d squeak out “Thanks daddy! Just tryin’ out somethin’ new, ya know?”
As was your routine, you’d skip along happily to the garage whenever you heard the familiar hum of his engine and you’d practise working up the nerve to ask him if he wanted something to drink. He’d flash you a bright smile that made you weak in the knees and usually declined your offer, insisting he could get it himself. You always felt a little saddened, sorely craving the opportunity to show him care and attention with some good old-fashioned hospitality.
On one particular weekend, you’d spent the day attending to your dad- who had elected to stay home from work after battling a nasty virus for the entirety of the previous night. James- ever gracious- came over bearing medicine and various snacks as soon as he found out, stepping into the lounge where your dad lay to crack some distasteful joke and bring him a canister of tea before leaving him to nap.
“I could’ve done that.” You murmured once he stepped out and closed the door behind him.
“No need, we wouldn’t want you catching whatever your old man’s got.” He smiles earnestly and you feel your breath catch in your throat as your mind goes blank, an increasingly awkward silence lingering between you.
“So how is everything, kid? School going well and all that?” He diffuses the tension.
“I’m not in school anymore James.” You giggle at how misinformed he is.
“Ah my bad, I guess I don’t know you as well as I’d like.” He looks away, rubbing the back of his head and you can’t help but admire his gorgeous side profile, choppy dark hair framing his sculpted face.
“And how well would you like to know me?” You mumble, barely above a whisper.
“I’m sorry?” He raises his eyebrows and cocks his head at you, assuming he misheard you.
“Nothing- you know, the lightbulb in the bathroom needs changing and I just can’t reach it! Could you help me?” You ask in your sweetest voice, batting your eyelashes.
“Of course, in here?” He points to the bathroom down the hallway, stepping in.
“Yep, the ceiling is too tall and I can’t find anything to step on.” You hold the bulb in your hand and huff defeatedly.
“I’ll go grab a chair-“
“Or you could just give me a leg up.” You interrupt, wanting desperately to feel his calloused hands wrapped securely around you.
“Uh-I mean, sure.” He stutters, realising he doesn’t have much of a choice when your hands make their way to his broad shoulders.
You jump up as his firm grip tightens over your barely clothed thighs and hips, holding you up with bated breath. You pretend to fiddle with the screw of the bulb, prolonging the moment as you memorise every detail of his touch on your skin.
“You got it?” He asks uncomfortably, facing the opposite direction from you.
“Yeah, almost! It’s just so - ugh- damn slippery!” You pretend, making sure to stretch out so that your already short skirt is further raised- hem brushing against his knuckles. “Just can’t seem to get it in…” You mumble and he looks up at you, shooting you an unconvinced glare.
“If you wanted me to touch you, you could’ve just said.” He sighs, unamused with your little act.
“I-I don’t know what you mean James, I’m just struggling with the bulb.” You chuckle incredulously before he drops you a little, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist with a gasp. “James! I-“
“You’ve done enough talking.” He mutters and lowers you against the sink, your legs still wrapped around his torso as he lifts up your skirt, taking a peek at your lace panties. You’re rendered speechless- you don’t know what you were expecting when you were being flirty but it wasn’t this.
“You’re over 18, right?” He stops for a moment, both hands squishing the soft flesh of your thighs.
“Yes, way over.” You huff- how did he still think you were a kid?
“Enough with the attitude.” He grabs you by the cheeks with one hand and stares right through you with steely blue eyes. “You think you’re all grown up now? Ready to be treated like a real woman?” He asks you with such intensity it feels like a life or death matter.
“I am.” You mumble and bite your lip nervously. You had no idea what he had in mind for you but you knew you wanted it all, whatever it was.
“You’re certainly dressed like it.” He inspects your low-cut top and short skirt, now hitched around your hips with your thong on display for him. “You’re asking for it walking around like this. And daddy just lets you? If you were my daughter, you’d never be allowed to parade around my friends dressed like a slut. Perverts would be thinking all sorts of things.” His eyes roam your body, fingers lifting your top and caressing the bare skin underneath.
“You mean perverts like you?” You blink at him innocently.
“Exactly.” A grin spreads across his face as he grabs you by the throat and brings you closer to him, his warm breath on your neck. “I want to ruin you.” He drawled in his husky, deep voice and you felt the damp spot in your panties spreading.
You need him to know how much you want him so you lean in to meet his lips in a soft, touching embrace. You feel his smirk disperse into the kiss and he pulls away, laughing.
“What’s funny?” You curve your eyebrows into an adorable swoop.
“You kiss like a…like a-“
“A little girl?” You cross your arms. “How would you know how a little girl kisses?”
“Don’t be an idiot, I didn’t mean it like that. You’re just so….innocent. You kiss like you’ve never been hurt before. Like you’ve already given yourself to me.” He brushes past your cheeks with his knuckles.
“That’s because I have.” You declare as you peel off your top, revealing your bare chest to him in the process since you’d decided to forego a bra. He stares at your perky breasts in awe, cupping one softly and brushing over your nipple with his thumb. His cock twitches at the sight of you exposed all for him, legs spread and tits out while your father was asleep down the hall.
“How pretty…when did these grow?” He notes amusedly as his touch becomes harsher, squeezing them with some force. A shudder spreads over your body as your legs instinctively part, needing to feel him inside you.
“Want me to pop your cherry, baby?” He offers and you wince at his lusty tone. Before you even get the chance to nod in confirmation, he’s pulling your panties down, tossing them behind him.
“You know how this is done, yeah?” He asks with half his attention, focus stolen by the sight of your glisteningly wet pussy.
“Uhuh, I do. I’ve seen it.” You choke out anxiously.
“Of course you do, such a smart girl. Have you been watching naughty videos?” He spreads your thighs with an iron grip, gazing directly into the creaminess forming between your legs.
“Only once or twice.” You insist, worried you were going to get in trouble.
“It’s okay darlin’, perfectly natural to be curious about these things.” He rubs his thumb across your clit and you flinch a little at the unfamiliar sensation. “I bet you’ve been struggling with some new feelings, haven’t you?”
You furrow your eyebrows and hang your head in shame. “I get this fuzzy feeling right there where you’re touching me- and it doesn’t go away for so long! Feels like butterflies and I don’t know how to get rid of them.”
“Poor baby, that sounds so tough. You just need someone to help you out, don’t you? Well that’s what daddy’s friends are for, sweetheart.” He coos affectionately and you lean into his touch, feeling so protected.
“Please help me.” You whine, slender fingers fidgeting with the zip of his jeans.
“Such a needy little thing.” He mutters, pushing your hands away to undo the trousers himself, sliding them off until he’s in nothing but his black boxers. Your face scrunches up in disbelief as your fingertips trail the outline of his cock, girthy and hard.
“Don’t give me that look. I’ll be so gentle, I promise.” He redirects your attention to his voice, cupping your face and kissing you sweetly.
“You don’t have to be that gentle.” You murmur into the kiss and he chuckles breathily, hand trailing back down between your thighs to slip a finger inside you.
You gasp at the unexpected intrusion and grab onto his firm shoulder.
“Shh, it’s alright. Just need to loosen you up a lil’ bit.” He hushes you as he adds another one, strong fingers curling up into your squishy flesh. A soft moan escapes your plump lips and a fire rages in your chest when you look down at the sight of his veiny forearm situated between your spread legs, wetness pouring down his large hand.
“Please…I need it.” You whine into his mouth as he sloppily kisses you.
“Be patient, baby. I’m gonna rip you apart if you’re not ready. This tight little pussy couldn’t take it.” He consoles you, pressing his fingers deeper and deeper inside you.
“You said you wanted to ruin me, didn’t you?” You groan, the feeling of his fingers suddenly woefully inadequate. He sighs and slips them out, resting his palm on the cold basin by your thigh.
“Fine, but I don’t want to hear any crying.” He warns you with a raised eyebrow before slipping down his boxers and releasing his throbbing cock. You’d never seen one before but your mouth watered and your eyes darkened with lust at the sight.
“Be a good girl and spread those legs for me.” Ever obedient, you open them wide as he shuffles in between you, gliding his ridged tip smoothly over your slit- making you shudder every time the soft skin brushed past your swollen clit.
He lazily pushed the tip in, not bothering to warn you beforehand and you whimpered sharply at the painful stretch. He disregards your discomfort and pushes all the way in, bottoming out until his abdomen grazed yours.
Your lips part, threatening to release another cry but he clamps his hand tightly over your mouth before it can spill out.
“Ah, ah. What did I say?” He tuts softly and stares blankly at your crinkled expression. “You can take it. You’re a big girl, remember?” He begins to rock into you, stretching you out so much you have to grip the edge of the countertop, sharp edge cutting into your palms. The hand that isn’t muffling your moans is at the back of your neck, a firm grasp holding you in place on either end. In this position, he has complete control over your body. You are nothing but a fucktoy to be used for his amusement- and he doesn’t even look that amused.
Your breathy, stifled gasps continue with every thrust as you struggle to adjust to the intensity of his thrusts.
“What’s the matter, sweetie? Does it hurt?” He feigns concern but you don’t pick up on his insincerity.
“Y-yes!” You choke back tears, body tensed up as his cock bullied your little cunt relentlessly.
“Good.”
He snakes his hand around your throat and squeezes until you feel your heartbeat pulsating in your neck.
“All I had to do was be a little nice and you let me stick my cock in you.” He leers mockingly. “And with daddy next door, no less. How desperate are you? Are you sure you’re even a virgin?” He swipes a towel off the rack beside him and places it between where your bodies meet. You stare at him in confusion and he smirks.
“This is so he doesn’t hear when I start pounding into you.”
He grabs the panties he tossed aside earlier and gestures for you to open your mouth.
“And this is so no one can hear you scream, baby.” He stuffs the bundle of fabric into your mouth and your eyes widen as he snaps his hips forward, slamming into you roughly. He hooks his hands under your armpits and grips you by the shoulders as he mercilessly pounds into you, the smacks of flesh all but silenced by the towel- apart from the wet sloshing that echoed off the bathroom tiles.
“Do you actually like this? Oh baby, what a sick freak. You really are perfect for me.” He moans at the sight of your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your panting growing erratic.
“Can I trust you to be quiet?” He asks and you nod vigorously, wanting so badly to gain his approval. “Yeah? I wanna hear those pretty little moans. But you have to be so quiet baby. Think you can do that f’me?” He whispers into your ear and plants a couple of wet kisses on the side of your face. A string of drool follows as he carefully removes the panties from your mouth, wiping any remnant of spit off your bottom lip with his thumb.
“There we go…” He mutters breathily, the pleasure catching up to him as his thrusts grew sloppier. This is a memory he would cherish forever: the sound of wet squelching as he fucked you into the sink.
He pulled all the way out before harshly burying himself back inside you with a smack of his hips, letting you feel every part of him as if it were your privilege and not his.
You loved the feeling of being caged under him, not able to escape even if you wanted to. The pain subsided and the fuzzy feeling returned, prompted by the way the base of his cock brushed against your clit.
“Aah- oh! Ugh, daddy.” You slurred quietly.
“Silly baby.” He teased. “I’m not your daddy.”
You babbled disjointedly as his hard thrusts sped up, your inner thighs dripping with arousal and sweat.
“Have I fucked you dumb already? Baby doesn’t even know who her daddy is anymore.” He mutters absent-mindedly, staring at the creaminess coating his dick. “I’m doing you a favour, you know? No one wants to fuck a virgin. Too much hassle. So you’re welcome.” He struggles to peel his eyes away from the sight of his painfully hard cock disappearing into your swollen pussy. “Say thank you.” He slams into you especially roughly after you don’t respond.
“Fuck! Th-thank you. Thank you James, thank you so much!” You whine, on the verge of fainting.
“Good girl. Now I’m going to pump you full of my cum- and you’re going to like it.” He sneers and you’re too fucked out to form a response, allowing him to use you in any way he desired instead.
With one final impact, he pounds into your cunt and spills his seed into you, bowing his head to bite you on the shoulder in an attempt to stifle his moans. You can’t do anything but sit there, aching and used up.
He pulls out as his heavy breaths regulate and he sits on the edge of the bathtub, admiring the way his cum leaked out of your abused hole.
“Next time, I’ll teach you how to suck my cock.” He remarks casually and you squeeze your thighs together at the thought of there being a next time.
“Open.” He slaps the side of your leg lightly. “I don’t want to see you wearing panties anymore when I’m around, okay?”
You bite your lip and nod obediently.
“Your dad was right, you really are such a good girl.”
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nsfw 18+
based on this ask
it wasn’t unusual to have james kelly spend the night at your house, he’s known your dad since they were in college, which means he’s known you all your life. ofcourse, you’d grown up a lot, yet remaining oblivious to his prying eyes. you tried to convince yourself you’d gotten over your harmless little crush on him, but it was so hard when he was always around. trying to work that in your favor, your sweatpants and sweatshirts quickly turned to skirts and low-cut tops.
under the assumption that both your father and james had drifted off on the couch, you tiptoe into the kitchen for a glass of water. just as youre about to go back up to your room, you feel a presence behind you.
“can’t just avoid me forever y’know. it’s rude.” his voice, raspy due to his years of smoking, send shivers straight to your core.
“shit- i mean sorry i- i didn’t see you” you blurt out, mouth moving faster than your mind. god, he made you so nervous.
“don’t be sorry kid,” he chuckles, bringing his beer can to his lips and taking a sip, “what, mommy and daddy don’t like you cursing?” he teases.
“don’t call me kid” you pout, the nickname has always been annoying, but a sick part of you got turned on by it.
“not a kid huh? what are you then?” his teasing tone remains as his eyes linger on your chest.
it’s not long until he has you pressed against the wall, hungry mouth exploring your innocent one. you taste the booze and you smell the weed on him, he’s going to regret this. but you don’t care right now, what you do care about is the fact that his cold hands are creeping up your skirt as he deepens the kiss, tongue invading your mouth. you shiver at the feeling of his rings against your soft skin, “james”, you whine, pulling away slightly. “we can’t” you warn, looking up at him with lust filled eyes.
he laughs, raising an eyebrow at you
“yeah? this isn’t what you have in mind when you walk around in those skimpy fuckin skirts?”
your eyes go wide and your cheeks turn red.
“don’t go all shy on me now” he rasps, not giving you time to respond as he puts a hand to the back of your neck and bends you over the counter. he’s quick to pull down your soaked panties, your skirt rides up and you reach back to take it off but he grabs your wrist, stopping you.
“you wore it cus’ you wanted to get fucked so you’re keeping it on” he says, pulling out his cock and teasing the tip between your folds. “ever done this before?” he asks, not knowing if he could be rough with you or not.
“yes” you answer breathlessly, arching your back in hopes of some friction.
he chuckles, “knew you weren’t the good girl you act like you are.”
your hair is bunched up in his hand so he can kiss along your neck and shoulders as he thrusts himself into your tight cunt. you’ve never felt this full before, moans becoming broken and turning into begs. his composure is breaking too, with the way your walls flutter around him how could he not? his quiet groans grow whinier, you swear you hear him whimper, and that’s enough to send you both over the edge. you stay like that for a bit, both catching your breaths, you still can’t wrap your head around what happened. you turn around and leave a chaste kiss on his cheek, “please don’t regret this in the morning” you whisper softly, looking up at him with a hinge of guilt in your expression.
“i won’t, kid.”
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he whimpers SO MUCH in this scene HELLO ????
#hayden whimpers confirmed#AND HIS BLOODY HANDS?????#i'll talk about that another time.#hayden christensen#hayden christensen smut#james kelly#james kelly smut#st4rfckerz
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The Perks
➪the one where you get to experience all the perks that come with being james’ wife and biggest supporter.
Warnings: smut, fluff, oral (f receiving), semi-public smut, swearing, hair pulling
Word Count: 1.8k
Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡
It was nearing one in the afternoon when you arrived at J Kelly Auto, a takeout bag in hand and a dumb smile on your face as you waved at one of the mechanics. You walk past the garage and pull open the door to the lobby part of the building, your smile growing when you catch sight of James.
He was leaning against the front of the desk, his arm crossed over his chest as he listened to someone on the phone. The arms of his work jumpsuit were tied around his waist, his toned biceps on full display as the white muscle tee he wore under it did nothing to hide them. His various tattoos were on full display as well and your eyes trail over every one of them as you waited for him to be done with the call.
His shirt was stained with oil already, despite you spending more than half an hour the previous night trying to get it clean again once he came home smelling like motor oil and cigarettes.
James slumped back a bit more as the person rambled on, but as his gaze swept around the room before landing on you, he stood up again. “Hi,” he mouthed, grinning over at you while you swayed on your heels by the door. “Uh huh. Well, what you can do right now is bring it in and we’ll see if we have the parts you need. If we don’t, I’ll send in an order for them. Alright, no problem. See you soon.”
He reached behind him and set the phone down before reaching out to you, his hands finding their home on your waist once you were standing in front of him. “Hi,” you greet him with a small smile, kissing him quickly afterwards.
“Hi, baby,” he said back, bunching up the fabric of your dress as he pulled you a bit closer. “You look pretty.”
You smile at him, sliding your free hand up his arm until your fingers are able to wrap less than halfway around his bicep. “Thanks, Jamie,” you blush under his gaze as you look around the near-empty room. “Slow day?”
“If by slow day you mean we’ve had three customers today, then yeah, it’s a slow day,” he answered, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling your body up against his. His eyes raked downwards, pausing at your somewhat exposed chest before going further. You knew what you were doing when you chose to wear your white sundress with the small blue flowers that matched his eye color almost perfectly. It never failed to drive him crazy, and you could tell he was holding himself back right now.
While he was pretty into PDA, James still didn’t want the few customers in the lobby to witness his inability of keeping his hands to himself whenever you are around. “I brought you lunch,” you tell him and hold the bag up, the logo of his favorite fast food place making him smile.
“You brought me lunch?” He teased, trailing his hands lower down your back.
You hum, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and standing on the tips of your toes to be able to kiss him. He pulled you closer to him and tried to deepen the kiss, making you laugh at the way his lips chased yours. “I did,”
“You’re too good to me,” he mumbles, kissing you again quickly.
Laughing, you pull away and hold up the bag again. “I’m just proud of you,” he smiles at your words, taking it from you. “Always.”
“Thanks, baby,” he murmured, taking your left hand in his free one. His thumb turned your rings as he added, “Now I’m starving.”
You perk up at that, “Oh, good, because I wasn’t sure if you’d eaten or not-”
The shaking of his head made your words die on your tongue, and you watched as he looked around before walking backwards to the office door, pulling you with him as he went. “I’m not hungry for food,”
You get the hint pretty much instantly, a blush taking over your face as you glance back at the customers who seemed to have no idea of the words that were being exchanged between you and James. “Right now? Here?”
James pulled you into the office that was labeled as his own before closing and locking the door. “Right now,” he confirmed, shutting the blinds on the doors window and setting the fast food bag onto the table next to it before making his way over to you in three strides. His hands grab hold of your hips and he pushes you against the side of the desk, his fingers bunching up the fabric of your dress as he sinks to his knees. “Here.”
Your eyes widen as he pulls down your panties with one quick tug before he wraps his lips around your clit. “Oh, my God,” you gasp as he sucks on your bundle of nerves harshly. “Jesus, do you have any self control at all?”
James smirks up at you with a shrug, “Not when it comes to you,” he answered, nudging your right thigh to rest on his shoulder as he licked a stripe up your folds. Your fingers tangled in his hair, your engagement ring and wedding band being barely visible in the dark strands.
“You’re on the clock, Jamie,” you point out in a breathless tone. “This is what you’re getting paid for?”
He raised his brow at you as he used the tattooed fingers of his free hand to gently split your slick entrance. “I think you’re forgetting that I’m my own boss,” he rasped, slowly fucking his index and middle fingers into you.
You whine a bit as you grip the edge of the desk. “How could I ever forget that?” You ask, biting down harshly on your lip to stifle the loud moan that threatened to escape you. “Don’t you know how proud I am of you?”
James nodded, kissing your inner thigh as he fucked his digits into you. “Of course I do,” he answered. “You tell me it everyday.”
“Because it’s true,” you whisper then moan. “Jamie.”
“I know,” he hummed, staring up at you with dark blue eyes. You didn’t need much of a build up for you to be ready to fall apart for him, and he knew this. The way you were helplessly clenching around his fingers told him all he needed to know, and he sped up a bit, making sure to brush his thumb against your clit with every thrust of his hand. “My wife is the prettiest thing in the world.”
His compliment makes your face flush as you grip onto the hair on the back of his head, squeezing your eyes shut. “Fuck,” he knew what he does to you, and you didn’t have to open your eyes to know he is smirking. “James.”
Your voice held a sense of warning, but he didn’t need to hear it to know that you are close. After being together for nearly six years and married for just under one, you and James knew each other like the backs of your hands. “I know,” he repeated his previous words, teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue as you squirmed against him.
Your walls clenched around his fingers and your stomach flexed as you felt the knot begin to steadily form. “Oh, God,” you murmur, not wanting to be too loud since he still had customers in the other room.
James looked effortlessly hot right now, with his face buried against you, his fingers deep inside you and his movements slow. He wasn’t rushing even though he is currently at work and will probably be needed soon by one of the other mechanics. He was taking his time with you, getting you off slowly in the way he knows you love.
You reach down and brush your thumb against his cheek, wiping away the smudge of dirt and oil that had collected there since he started his shift. “If you think I’m pretty,” you struggle to say as he curls his fingers, the tips brushing against your sweet spot. “You must have no idea how perfect you are, Jamie.”
He shook his head, pulling away from you but keeping his fingers deep within you. “I’m not the perfect one, baby,” he brushes you off, but all you could focus on was the wetness that coated his lips and chin. “You’re so fucking perfect, and you’re all mine.”
You moan and grip his hair again, making him grin up at you as he raises his left hand.
“I made sure of that,” he added, wiggling his fingers and showing off his wedding band.
“James,” you gasped loudly, feeling the knot tighten even more. He just shook his head and wrapped his mouth around your clit again, sucking the bud harshly. You buck against him and push him closer to you with your foot on his back. “I’m close.”
You lean further back on the desk and accidentally knock over the lamp that was sitting on it. James didn’t seem to care at all about the well-being of it as he just pulled your body closer to him as his fingers inched even deeper in you. “I know, pretty girl,” he rasped, quickening the pace of his hand in a way that had you gripping onto him with everything you had in you as you felt your walls spasm. “I want you to come for me. All over my hand.”
His words make your head spin as you writhe against him before the knot unravels. You moan rather loudly as you come on his fingers and then again when you saw the wetness that dripped down his hand as he fucked you through your high. “Fuck, fuck,” you whimper and watch as he slowly pulls his fingers out and kept eye contact with you when he brought them up to his mouth and licked them clean. “Fuck, James.”
He grins up at you before standing to his full height and walking over to the door. “You okay?” He asks over his shoulder.
“Yeah,” you say as you try to control your breathing. “Give me a sec and I’ll get you off, too.”
James just waved you off as he grabbed the takeout bag before walking back over to the desk and sitting down on the chair. “Don’t worry about it, baby,”
You watch with wide eyes as he pats his thigh and opens the bag, a surprised laugh escaping you. “You’re eating right now?”
He shrugged as he reached over and wrapped his arm around your middle, pulling you onto his lap as he leaned back. “That was a lot of work,” he teased, giving you a chaste kiss before reaching into the bag. “Let me get my strength back and then we’ll talk about you getting me off.”
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dating james kelly headcanons
warnings: NSFW CONTENT
this man has a CHOKEHOLD on me
anyways let’s start!
this man is such a gentleman to you idc what y’all say
he’s definitely reserved and mysterious at times
LOVES date nights
he denies the fact that he’s a romantic but we all know he is
like cmon the bathtub scene?!
just proves my point
james has the biggest sweet spot for you and only you
the definition of grumpy x sunshine trope
he’s so protective of you
if anyone messes with you, he would not be afraid to get his hands dirty
that includes fr*nkie
shows you off whenever he gets the chance to
he WORSHIPS the ground you stand on
calls you sweet girl, baby, sweetheart, doll
loves lazy mornings just cuddling you
now for my favorite part
NSFW SHIT!!!
he’s such an ass and tits man
loves it when you wear short skirts
he’s a dom.
BUT…..he can be a sub too
yes i said it.
only a power!sub tho
he for sure loves leaving hickeys all over your body especially in places that you can’t hide
he’s a big fan of doggy style if we’re being honest here
mainly for the way your ass moves
that being said…he has a breeding kink and a daddy kink
degrades you while also praising you
fondles the shit out of your body
loves when you pull his hair
he’s so good at aftercare i will die on this hill
let’s you know he didn’t mean anything he said while degrading you
runs a bath for the two of you and also gets some wine
okay that’s it!
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Dads Bsf! James Kelly x Fem! Reader
James Kelly x Fem! Reader
request: Can you do James and female reader where they’re like in a cabin and her dad goes out to run errands
You had grown up knowing about James, he was your dad’s best friend after all. You were in a cabin in the woods, it was a small cabin, about two rooms and one bathroom with a small living room. All three of you were out camping since your mother was sick and couldn’t make it.
You always had feelings for James, ever since stupid fucking hormones kicked in, you started walking around the house in revealing outfits, small skirts, small shirts, your dad thought you were still his innocent girl asking you ‘New style?’ and you would reply ‘Yeah! Trying something new!’
Your dad was out getting food for the cabin and he wouldn’t be back for another two hours or so, you’re all alone in the cabin with because he could trust his best friend.. right?
James is sitting on the kitchen table, drinking from a bottle of beer as you’re in the kitchen, making a bowl of ice cream, you were wearing a skirt with a button up shirt, James watching from the kitchen, the way you would lean over the counter and he would get the perfect view of your ass.
“Hey James can you help me? I can’t reach this plate” You asked from the kitchen, reaching up for a plate, he obliged, walking over and grabbing the plate.
This is why you found yourself in this situation, James thrusting into you harshly, his hand on the back of your neck and his mouth by your ear, whispering dirty things into it.
“If you wanted me to fuck you princess you could’ve asked… I would’ve done it anyways” He moaned into your ear, nipping at the lobe.
He pistons in and out of you, hitting all the right spots as he murmurs dirty things in your ear. "You're so tight... so wet... fuck, princess, I could spend all night inside of you.” Feeling you start to get close, he picks up the pace, slamming his hips against yours in a primal rhythm. His mouth finds your neck and he starts nipping and sucking, leaving marks that will fade into memory. "Cum for me, princess."
And you did, crying out as you fell limp against the counter, him fucking up into you.
Feeling you come apart beneath him, he follows closely behind, his cock throbbing inside of you as he releases his load. He groans loudly, his eyes rolling back in his head as he empties himself into you. "God fucking damn- shit” He groans pulling out, pulling up his jeans and boxers, making sure you do the same, just as the door opens and your dad walks in “Hey I’m home”
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A/N: Y’all I literally pulled this out of my ass I’m sorry okay :’(
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Tinkering- James Kelly
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! smut, cheating, unprotected piv, semi-public, f receiving oral, slut shaming
pairing: neighbor!James Kelly x fem!reader
summary: you're home from college for the summer, but that doesn't mean the fun has to end.
a/n: enjoy & happy birthday hayden!!
summers, you dreaded the summers in your hometown. None of your college age friends were there and your parents, when they weren't working or arguing, paid you no attention. You looked for attention and fun anywhere you could find it and well, James, your married next-door neighbor wasn't exempt. When he wasn't bent over under the hood of someone's car, he was outside dragging a cigarette and checking you out... he was anything but inconspicuous.
The one night you actually have plans in your shithole hometown, the obvious happens. "Fuck!" you yell as you turn the key in your car, and it doesn't start. You hop out and slam the door angrily, stuck at home again for another night. "Just my fucking luck." you hiss before leaning over the hood of your car.
James was outside having his normal evening cigarette drag when you yelled, and he decided to come take a look. On his way over, he took a careful mental note of the scenery, young twenty-something girl, shortest sage green dress known to man, black lace thong begging to be ripped off, and a body that was sure to turn heads. "Won't start?" he asked taking a long look at you up and down.
You look up frustrated, but also nervous. "Of course he had to fucking be outside, great! At least I look hot though." you think to yourself. You'd spent days checking James out from your bedroom window or the front porch, and he was HOT too, dark hair, blue eyes you've been dying to get lost in, slim build, but definitely got a bit of muscle under those button-up shirts and tank tops, and a face that you'd never forget.
"Hello?" he asked, waving his hand in front of your face. A small mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as you stood there watching him and mute. "Won't start?"
"Oh... uh no it won't. I'm on my way to a party, well... I was and then my car wouldn't start, so yeah" you sigh deeply. "I never have car problems and of course on the one day I'm supposed to leave this shitty town and have some fun, I can't."
James lets out a small chuckle "I could take a look at it if you want me to... could be something quick that'll get you to your party tonight... No charge." he offers as he grinds his cigarette out on the asphalt with his shoe.
"You're gonna look at my car? and for free?" you ask, cutting your eyes at him. "What's the catch?"
"The catch?" he says feigning ignorance. "No catch sweetheart, I fix your car because I like fixing cars, and you get to your party, which I can tell must be pretty important by the choice of attire." he teases manipulatively while looking you up and down.
You pull down your dress in a poor attempt to make it longer, not realizing how revealing your outfit is until he mentioned it. "Uh... yeah sure... you can take a look at it" you reply coyly. You watch as James heads into his garage to grab some tools and return. You watch as he pops the hood and starts poking all around your car, or at least that's what it looked like to you, you don't know a single thing about cars, but how to drive them.
"Well, bad news sweetheart, you're not gonna make it to your party tonight, but I can get it fixed for you tomorrow." He says as he shuts the hood of your car. "I'll start early so I'll be done in time in case you have plans." He says eyeing you once more.
You sigh deeply "Thanks, that'll be fine." You part ways with him for the night and retreat into the house. The next morning you decide to sleep in, since your car wasn't working, and you can't go but so far anyway. After a shower and breakfast, you decide to walk over to James' garage and check on your car. "Making progress?" you ask curiously.
James looked up at you from under the hood of your car. You were dressed in short black shorts and a tight cropped shirt. "You always dress like that?" he asks feigning concern.
You look down at your outfit choice. It was particularly hot that day, so you didn't see the issue in your clothes. "Dress like what? It's like 100 degrees out here" you say slightly annoyed.
James chuckles softly "Do you always dress in something short and tight... is that like your thing or are you trying to tempt me" he says, his eyes never leaving the task at hand.
You feel your stomach start to do backflips at his words. He was hot and he knew you thought so too. "Both, if you're into that." you say trying to sound calm, though you liked to know he paid attention to you.
James stops and looks up at you "I'm a married man princess." he says while wiping his hands on one of the shop rags.
You huff, taking the shot you had been dying for. "I see you checking me out on my morning jogs or whenever we're both outside for that matter, so don't play that "married man" card with me." You fold your arms as you wait for his response.
James laughs while continuing to survey you. "Bold. I like bold, and I said that I'm married, not that I'm faithful." he smirks as he cutely taps your nose.
You feel the lump in your throat grow at his admission. Married, hot, and willing to cheat? it's not something you've tried before, but you're definitely into it. "So then why are you married if you're just gonna cheat on her?" you ask, though you don't give a damn, you just wanna sound less like a shit young slut.
"Do you really give a damn? or is this one of those conversations that's supposed to make you feel less guilty if I decide to fuck you." he asked, though he knew the latter was the answer.
"You want the truth or the socially acceptable truth" you laugh softly, there wasn't shit funny about this interaction, but he was so hot, and you were wet and needy.
James laughs too "I won't be needing any answer sweetheart, I already know. Keep coming around here dressed like that and I might have to take you up on that offer." he winks at you.
"You don't wanna take me up on it now? I only see one car in the yard, so that means your wife's gone and I can tell you're happy to see me" you joke at the sight of the growing bulge in his jeans. You move fully into the garage, only standing inches apart from each other
James' mischievous smirk turns into a wide mischievous grin. "If you've always found me so attractive, what's taken you so long to come over here."
"My car worked before, it doesn't now so that's why I'm here, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve a parting gift for all your hard work" you say, tracing along the waistband of his jeans.
James was so tempted to just bend you over and take you right there, but he tried to focus on the task at hand first. "I... I uh should probably finish tinkering with your car first if you plan on going out tonight." He says playing with a lock of your hair, poorly resisting temptation
"Well what if I need to be tinkered with..." you say in a low seductive tone
James laughs, feeling his body start to heat up "You're a needy one aren't you." he says seductively before pulling you into a lust-filled kiss. The kiss was soft, but gradually got nastier as your tongues fought for dominance. His hands began to roam your body, softly squeezing your ass and gripping your hips.
"Mmm" you moan softly. You couldn't believe you were actually going through with this, especially considering how you knew that he's married. You pulled away slightly, finally able to get lost in those blue eyes. "God James, I want you so badly" you whimper as your reach down feeling his growing cock.
James's eyes darken with anticipation. "I've wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you." He smacks your ass hard and grabs it firmly "Walking around in all that tight shit just for me?"
The kissing resumed, deep and passionate and everything they both wanted. James let his hands roam, up and under your shirt and in one swift motion, your shirt was on the ground. He quickly popped the hooks on the back of your bra, allowing your soft perky tits with erect nipples to spill out. "Just what I fantasized about" he muttered as he nibbled on the soft skin of your neck.
"You fantasize about me? hmm?" you tease as he lifts you onto his work station table
"When you bouce around dressed like that, you leave me no choice." James lifts your hips with one hand and pulls off your shorts with the other. He drags his index and middle finger up and down the lace fabric of your panties. "So wet and needy huh? That's all for me?" he growls before ripping off your panties and discarding them.
James spread your legs wide and stepped back to take in the view. It was true, you were soaked and it was all for him. It felt like you had already orgasmed and he hadn't even fucked you yet. James started slow, kissing your inner thighs and teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue.
"Please..." you begged softly for him to finally just tongue fuck your needy pussy. He sunk his face into your warm pussy, using his mouth to suck your clit and please you just right. He licked and sucked in all the right places, after all he was an experienced man. "James, please don't stop" you scream as you grab his hair, pushing him deeper into your needy cunt.
James lets out a soft hum into your pussy "mmm, taste so good sweetheart, just like I knew you would." The wet sounds of him slurping and tongue fucking your wet and aching pussy filled the garage. "God you're so good at that James... I love the way you suck on my clit" you moan loudly as he continues his pleasure-filled assault.
it didn't take long and he knew what he was doing, all you juices came flowing out like a waterfall, coating his face and shirt with your sweet release. "That's it baby, that's my good girl... show me how much you want it." his words were almost enough to make you cream again, he was just that fucking sexy.
You helped James pull his shirt off and unbutton his jeans before hungrily pulling down his bottoms. His thick erect cock sprung free, the tip leaking with precum. Hot and a fat dick? He was the whole package and you're living for it. He used the tip of his cock to tease your folds and leaking entrance. He'd push in slightly, but not all the way, just enough to hear you gasp and see you squirm.
"I need all of it James please... I cant take it anymore" you beg relentlessly as he continues to tease you. "Beg for it" he growls as he slaps the tip on your clit causing you to let out a soft moan "Please James I cant take it anymore, I need that cock" you beg again and again
"Good girl" He praises as he fully pushes into you. "So wet and tight... such a needy little cum slut. Yeah?" He growls as he thrust into you hard and deep. He grips your hips tightly with one hand and uses the free hand to caress your tits. "You're so fucking sexy, you know that?" he says as he rests his forehead against yours and thrusts into you. With every hungry thrust, he keeps eye contact.
"Mm, fuck you feel so good in me like that" you moan loudly. Your knuckles go white from gripping the edge of the table to stabilize yourself. "mhmm, mhmm, harder please, faster" you beg as he relentlessly claims you as his own. The pleasure washes over you, causing you to close your eyes. "Look at me when I fuck you, look me in the eyes like the nasty little whore you want me to think you are" James barks as he drills into your leaking pussy over and over.
Your walls start to clench around him as your reach your peak and you can feel he's getting close too, with his thrusts becoming more ragged. "f-fuck I'm gonna cum James, I'm gonna cum" you scream. "Me too babygirl, you want my cum like a good little slut?" His lips crash into yours as he fucks his cum right into you, not slowing down til' he's pumped you with every inch of his warm white seed.
"Oh god, oh god... that was AMAZING" you say through labored breaths. "Amazing is an understatement babydoll" James says as he kisses your forehead. "Now that we've had a little fun, I got work to do" He leaves you with one last sloppy kiss, that lingers, before adjusting his clothes and getting back to work.
You adjust your clothes and head back next door to your house, to watch from you window like you never even met.
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dad!james kelly sneaking into our room to fuck us infront of our mirror (as a stress reliever🤭) to show how pretty we are while being fucked by him as our mom is next door😝 idk what came over me to think of this
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18+, smut, dead dove do not eat, fauxcest/stepcest, daddy kink.
hhhhhhh James Kelly is so ghhhh <3
"Just look at yourself, pretty girl," He chuckles in your ear, standing behind you and using your forearms to bring your body closer to his. "So beautiful..."
Whimpering, you bite down on the pair of panties that Dad!James stuffed inside your mouth. You keep reminding yourself that your mother is still in the house, next door— getting ready for work. The faint sound of the shower running manages to muffle the soft slap of skin every time James buries his cock deep inside you, making you arch and writhe.
"Good girl, staying quiet for daddy," James continues, taking advantage of your gagged state. "I'll come back early so I can fuck you again."
Nodding, you let dad know there's nothing else you want more than that. That's when he can be yours, no sharing— just yours. You can be as loud as you want, and James can fuck you as hard as he wants.
The water running down stops, your heart mimicking it. James notices how your shoulders stiffen and he is quick to soothe you, kissing the back of your neck and releasing one of your forearms to grope your chest, rolling your hard nipple between his thumb and index fingers. "Calm down, I locked your door. No one will interrupt your playtime with daddy."
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Super Bounce
pairing : james kelly x fem!reader | wc : 1.5k | 18+MINORS DNI
summary : James fixes your car while your eyes are fixed on his tattoos
warnings : car sex, arm and tattoo kink, semi-public ( youre in your garage )
a/n : omg, a fic thats not 3k+ words of plot? and is like over 50% actual smut? must be growth. name comes from super bounce by duckwrth
From where you’re sitting in your garage, spinning side to side on your stool, you have a perfect view of James as he works on your engine. As he works, his muscles flex and relax under his flannel, every twist of his hands giving you a different look at the tattoos on his forearms. You take a sip of the once-cold-but-now-warm lemonade in your hand as you watch his fingers twirl tools and work on various tasks around your engine.
James wiped his forehead on his sleeve, his shirt clinging to his back from the heat from working under the hood. He looked up and smiled at you, giving a thumbs up. "This'll be all taken care of for you in about 10 minutes. Won't be long now!" He laughed, the sound warm and friendly.
“Take your time.” You respond, smiling back at him.
"Oh I will. Not going to risk messing up on your car, you know?" James reached into his toolbox again, grabbing another tool he needed. He seemed so familiar with how everything was laid out, like he had done this hundreds of times before. The roots of his tree tattoo were covered in oil like the rest of his hands, but you bite your lip as you watch. You reach over to sip from your lemonade absently again, only to be greeted with the sound of your straw sucking up air, so you set aside the drink and stand up.
“Do you need help with anything?” You murmur, sliding in next to him and leaning forward to see what he's doing. James turns to look because he knows how just good you look from behind. As you hold onto the edge of the hood, his eyes tracing the way your back arches and watches your hips sway as you rock side-to-side slightly, looking at his work impatiently.
“Yeah, you want to hand me that wrench on the shelf? Could you get that for me?” He asks, and you agree. You walk to the shelf and look at the tools, brows furrowing as you look through the tools. After you spend a few moments looking, James tries to stifle his laughs, though he clearly failed, grinning at you as you looked through the tools. “Ayyy, come on. How could you not know what a wrench is? Do I need to teach you how to be a proper adult now?”
Heat rushes to your face and you turn back to look at him. “I don't know much about cars or being a mechanic, if I did, I’d be fixing it myself.” He laughs at your response before he grabs your forearm, helping you with the task.
“You're being a smartass right now. And you're enjoying it too.”
“I genuinely didn’t know.” You say back, rolling your eyes but smirking at the fact that his hand is holding onto you.
He grins once again, before he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms on your waist. He leans closer to you, whispering into your ear. “I think I should teach you a lesson on how to act properly, now, shouldn't I?”
You hold eye contact with him, your smirk turning into a sly grin and decide to try and playfully move away from him. As you start to back away he pulls you closer once more, this time placing his hands on your waist instead.
“You know that you shouldn't tease a man, right?” It was hard to tell what was in his mind, though he seems to want more than just a friendly conversation with you.
“Are you saying you don't like it?” You whisper seductively as you reach up, resting your arms on his shoulders. Once you reach his shoulders, he slides his arms up your waist and arms to make sure you’ve got a good grip before his hands slide down to your hips.
James leans forward, putting his lips to your own. “I like it a lot, but I think things could be better still.” He kisses you again, this time pressing you against the closed trunk of your car for support. “Your lips are soft... Just like the rest of you.” As the kiss deepens, his hands wander, exploring your body before he lifts you by the back of your thighs to sit you down on your trunk, moving between your legs as he takes you in for another heated kiss.
He pulls way from a minute, pulling off his flannel and wiping the oil and grease off his hands with it. As you looked at him, you saw his cross chain and gray tank top, reveling in the way his muscles move under his skin as he impatiently wipes down his hands he was panting slightly, still leaning closer to you as if he wanted more from you. Once his hands are clean, he throws his shirt against the wall and pulling you in for another kiss. The two of you continue kissing, James not giving a single fuck to what else were going on around you both.
James continues kissing you for a while, hastily sliding off the layers of clothes keeping him from you, ignoring the fact that someone may find you two at this very moment. Once he gets you out of your shirt and jeans he pulls back from you to lift his shirt over his head, tossing it away aside before unbuckling his belt, chuckling as you stare at him. “Ah, so you want to see this shirt go, huh?”
“I wanna see more than the shirt go.” You smirk and tug at his belt loops, bringing him closer. He grins, pulling his shirt up and off and shimmying out of his jeans, you can see the outline of his cock through his boxers. James’ hands coming up to tuck your hair behind your ears and stroke your face, and kissing your eyelids and the corners of your lips before his hands move to undo your bra. His hands cup and massage at your tits as he kisses across your shoulders, drawing out soft gasps and moans.
“You don’t know how long I wanted this.” He murmurs, kissing you again as he ghosts his hands down your slides, slowly making their way to where you needed him most and he pulls you closer, softly biting at your bottom lip. You try to shut your legs and get some friction, but can’t because of where he’s standing. His hands finally reaching your core and slides in two of his fingers, his thumb finding your clit and you moan. Your eyes are focused on his arms, watching as two of his tattooed fingers slide in and out of your soaked hole. “I guess you were wanting this more.”
“You want it just as much as I do.” You murmur, your hand absently stroking at his tree tattoo, enchanted by the way the roots reach his fingers and now into you, curling perfectly to make your back arch and your toes curl. James watches on with a smile before he uses his free hand to push you back to rest on the trunk, gently pressing his fingertips to your sternum and making you whine. The change in angle made it difficult to watch his hands and he smirks up at you.
“You’ve been so good and you’re gonna act up now? Don’t make me punish you.” He says confidently, his fingers moving faster and you feel pressure building before he pulls his fingers out and bring them to your lips. Ignoring your whines of disapproval, he taps his fingers against your lips, silently urging you to open your lips. “C’mon, open up before I give you something to really whine about.”
You open your lips and suck his fingers clean, savoring your taste on his fingers. James withdraws his fingers from your mouth and focusing on sliding off his boxers and aligning himself with you. He rests one hand on the trunk while the other guides him as he eases his cock into you until he’s fully inside, one of his hands coming up to rub at your waist. “Feeling good, darling?” James’s eyes are all over you, looking for any signs of discomfort.
You reach over and grab his arm, rubbing his tattoo gently and he smiles up at you, his eyes crinkling. “I can handle it.” At your words, he sets a steady rooming, his hips hitting yours and the rear of your car every time he thrusts in, rebuilding the pressure from earlier. The car rocks slightly as he continues to thrust into you, drawing out moans ans groans from both of you. His hand finding your clit as he gives open-mouth kisses all over your chest and stomach.
As you get closer to your orgasm, James gently lifts you up, crading your face in his hands as he kisses you again and again. Once you finally come, he continues to thrust into you, his hands roaming your body until he finally comes, breathing heavily as he pulls back from your kiss. As you both come down, he pulls out and lifts you off the trunk, setting you down as he helps you get dressed again, and you both laugh a bit at the situation.
“Do I still have to pay if you came on to me?” You tease, smiling up at him and he chuckles, kissing your forehead.
“Nope, I’d say it was a fair exchange.”
“So I should go get my check book?”
“Yep.”
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tides of change | masterlist.
pairing. james kelly x female reader.
outline. you've returned to new orleans grieving the sudden loss of your beloved older sister lauren. as you help your grieving mother with funeral arrangements, lauren's old car has been collecting dust in the driveway. determined to keep it running, you take it to the neighborhood mechanic shop for a check up. there you meet james kelly, a handsome mechanic who inspects the engine with expert hands and eyes. his skill and passion for automotives is intoxicating, temporarily distracting from your sorrow in a way no one else has since lauren's death.
contains. angst, romance, grief, death of a loved one, violence, alcohol use, sexual content, mental health struggles, love triangle. these will add on as the series progresses.
disclaimer. this is lowercase intended & doesn't exactly follow the film's plot. however if these topics mentioned above are triggering for you please refrain from reading !
prologue
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
final part
authors note. this actually isn't my first time writing a series. i wrote one for anakin before but didn't like how it came out so i deleted it :c i also wasn't very confident about my writing either lol but now here i am ( not me quoting victorious lmao ) doing another series which'll hopefully be far much better than last time.
bonus. comment or send me an ask if you want to be on the list to get updates of when each chapter is posted <3
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☆ thinkin' bout . . .
. . . body worship with james kelly and chubby!reader
𖦹 accompanied by Stay Fly ⋆ Three 6 Mafia
"god, you don't get it babygirl," james murmurs into your skin. you were trying to prepare dinner when he came in and just attached himself to you. his hands were all over you, especially on your pudgy stomach. it was his absolute favorite part of you.
his hands roam to your lovehandles, squeezing. down over the front of your thighs, up your front again, to your plush tits. "fuck me," he buries his face into your neck, drunk off the feeling of your soft body.
"james," you begin, dicing up some veggies. "let me cook." he groans, once again grabbing at your stomach. "please babydoll," you sigh and set the knife down, deciding it was futile to try and continue. he was in your way. "please what, jay? do you want dinner or not?"
"fuck dinner," his cock was twitching in his jeans. "let me show you somethin'. turn around." you sigh and turn, and much to your surprise, james drops to his knees in front of you. "what are you doing?" you hiss, but james doesn't budge. he runs his hands up your thighs, then grabs at your wide hips. "you ain't got no idea baby. been thinkin' bout you all fuckin' day."
you knew james liked big girls, but you never thought he would worship one. but he did take pride in you being his girl. you could cook a meal like nobody's business, had a good head on your shoulders, and you were a sight for sore eyes. every time you'd stop by the shop to hand him his lunch, all his coworkers would tease him about his snowbunny girlfriend, telling him how lucky he was and how he better keep you close.
oh but trust, he knew better. there was no way in hell he would fuck up - especially not when you had an ass like that.
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The Bratty Belle
Chapter 2
Summary: Your attempt at seduction and sexting goes awry when James friend zones you.
WC: 2.1k
It had been 2 days since your encounter with James at his house and his rejection had stayed on your mind ever since. In your flustered mood, you realise you’d forgotten to ask the man where he works - though you guessed he owned an establishment of his own since he was rarely home.
Before leaving, you’d given him those glazed-over puppy eyes of yours and asked for his phone number- just in case you needed a handyman or a bag of sugar. Neighbours should always be in contact, right? He hesitated for a moment, seeing right through your little pretence but he gave it to you anyway, likely out of pity.
The majority of your afternoon was spent longingly staring out the window, waiting for his elusive blinds to open so that you might get a peek in. Just as you were about to call it a night, you saw a light turn on in the front room.
“He must’ve just gotten home.” You speculate as you see him come into view, tired and rubbing his temples.
He takes a seat on an armchair in what you surmise is his bedroom and a devious idea pops into your head. How better to perk up a man’s mood than to give him a show? Remembering how he’d struggled to take his eyes off your cleavage the other day, you take your position in front of the window, silhouette lit up by the soft lamp behind you as you wait to catch his attention.
Nonchalantly, you pick up a book to appear otherwise occupied and peek out from beyond the pages to observe him. He’s too occupied talking on the phone to notice you- a very stressful conversation judging by his nervous pacing.
Imbued with the urge to be the centre of his attention, you put the book down and slowly remove your tank top, throwing it to the floor and leaving you exposed in front of the window in just your bra and panties. He must’ve noticed because he glances past and his head snaps back so fast you wonder if he’s given himself whiplash. You smile innocently and wiggle your fingers in his direction, flirtingly biting the tip of your nail. He appears to respond with a light smirk, briefly waving back before being pulled back into his phone call, hands swaying frantically as he argues with whoever’s on the receiving end.
Deciding you needed to take it up a notch, you trace your fingers to the hook and eye closure of your bra before disconnecting it, tossing it aside and uncovering your perky tits. You prop yourself by the window, seated on the chaise lounge beneath it and wait for him to take notice. Frustration growing, you consider abandoning your ploy before he finally looks out the window, catching sight of you laid out for him bare.
He glances at your tits for a while and then returns his gaze to your blushing face with a stony, disapproving expression. You sit up a little, spreading your legs slowly and bringing a hand up to knead your tit, pinching one of your nipples lightly. You see him mutter something down the phone before he assumedly hangs up and puts it in his pocket, taking a seat at the foot of his bed. He rests his elbows on his knees and holds his jaw in his hands as he stares at you intently, steely blue eyes penetrating you.
Remembering you had his number, you reach for your phone and compose a text:
What are you looking at?
You smirk as you hit send, watching him pull his buzzing phone out of his pocket to read it before he replies.
Oh nothing, just wondering what I should tell the cops when I have you arrested for indecent exposure.
Any sane, self-respecting woman would stop after receiving such a text- but you were neither sane nor dignified.
You think this is indecent exposure?
You shoot back, fiddling with the straps of your underwear as you test his boundaries.
Don’t you dare.
Your phone lights up with the simple warning.
With a mischievous smirk, you lift your hips and slowly peel off your pink panties, leaving you completely bare in front of the window. You sit up and spread your legs wide, soaking core on full display for anyone walking by to see. You see him shake his head and rub his face with his calloused palms, brows furrowing into a conflicted expression.
You snake your hand down and dip your fingers into your folds, rubbing your clit teasingly as your other hand composes another text.
Stop watching me you perv.
You bite your lip, sensually tracing your fingers over your bare chest and thighs before plunging two into your core.
This isn’t funny.
He writes back but he remains in his seat, refusing to peel his eyes away from the sight of you finger fucking yourself.
Do you see me laughing?
Your thighs press together, squeezing your hand.
No, I see you being a slut.
Your fun comes to an abrupt end when you see him get up and leave the room.
Guess that was too much for a pretty boy like you to handle.
You reply, feeling dampened and rejected once again. Why do you even bother? The unrequited feelings drove you crazy as you got up to drape a satin bedrobe around your uncovered form.
No, but it might’ve been too much for the whole neighbourhood.
Your phone chirps unexpectedly and you jump to scan it. The thought that your other neighbours might be privy to your little show didn’t particularly cross your mind, thoughts occupied with a desperation to be seen by him. Just as you were chewing over an equally snarky response, you heard your doorbell ring.
Somewhat hesitantly, you get up to answer the call, wrapping your robe tighter around yourself.
“How did you know which door was mine?” You ask, stunned to see a surly-looking James standing before you.
“I asked your neighbours where the bimbo lives.” He pushes the door open and lets himself inside. “The Porsche parked outside. Is it yours?” He quickly adds before you even have time to register his insult.
“It’s pink.” You point out plainly. Of course it is.
“Your tail lights are busted.” You roll your eyes at his obvious statement as you close the door behind you. Did he really come over to talk about your car?
“Yes, I know.” You snappily reply. There was something about him that brought out an unprecedentedly bratty side of you.
“Come by my shop. I’ll get them fixed for you.” So he must be a mechanic.
“Is that before or after you call the police on me?” You cross your arms, annoyed you didn’t get the desired response from him with your little stunt. He sighs and comes eerily close to you.
“Don’t do that again.” He huskily states in a low, quiet voice.
“Why not?” You crease your forehead in irritation.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. I’m not like the guys you’re used to.” He stares at you so intensely you wonder if he’s completely immune to the human throes of insecurity. “I can promise you don’t want what you think you want.” He intoned ominously, wanting to intimidate you but it only piqued your curiosity further.
“That’s my decision to make.” You lie your palm flat on his chest, feeling his firm pecs through the oil-stained button-up shirt.
“You’re just a kid. You don’t know what you want.” He murmurs softly, eyes fixated on your plump lips. You take his hand into your own and slip it under your robe, placing it firmly on your exposed breast. His thumb lightly grazes over your nipple and you hear his breath hitch for a moment before he quickly withdraws his hand.
“I’m seeing someone.” He blurts out. “I’m not interested.”
“You sure about that?” You drawl seductively, fingers slithering down to the growing bulge in his trousers, palming his length. “Then why is your cock so hard?”
A small groan leaves his parted lips and he bites his fist before taking a step back from you.
“Because a beautiful girl is standing near naked in front of me. I am a man after all. Doesn’t mean I want you.” He shudders a little, shaking the sinful thoughts out of his head.
“Thought you said I’m not your type.” You take a step towards him, backing him into a corner.
“You’re not.” He firmly asserts. “And you need to knock it off.”
Realising your advances had been rebutted yet again, you huff drearily and dramatically plop onto your sofa.
“Now, now, Bunny. Don’t sulk.” He tuts, leaning against the wall as he observes you curiously.
“Who is she?”
“Who?” He smirks.
“You know who. Your little girlfriend.” You cross your arms, a wave of jealousy coming over you.
“A colleague.” He purposefully omits the details, wanting to see you get worked up.
“Is she pretty?” You puff your lips out, looking away from him. He walks over to stand above you, lifting your chin up with his finger.
“Very.”
You were certain he enjoyed tormenting you, certain he loved to see the despondent look on your face as he instilled you with a feeling of woeful inadequacy.
“Why did you come here then?” You dismissively bat his hand away and turn your back to him, suddenly uncomfortably aware of how naked you were beneath your robe.
“Just wanted to offer my services, especially seeing how your car’s been mistreated. Poor thing’s got scratches all over and the tyres look worn out too. Does daddy not pay for car insurance?” He mocks, fiddling with a card he’d just pulled out of his pocket.
“There is no daddy.” You snap, tired of his assumptions. “I inherited the car after my mother passed.”
“Oh. Sorry to hear that.” He rests his hand tentatively on your shoulder. “Here’s my business card- it’s got the shop’s address and number on it. Come by any time.”
“I think I’ll be fine.” You push his hand away, pride sorely hurt.
“She’s a real beauty, I can teach you how to take care of her.” He nudged the card towards you persuasively. “C’mon, take it. I’m sure your mother would’ve liked to see her ride restored.”
You sigh and grab the card before throwing it stroppily across your coffee table. He’s right, she would’ve.
“Wow, you really don’t like being told no, do you?” He chuckles at your attitude and awkwardly teeters above you. “You need to learn you can’t always get what you want.”
“That only applies to other people. I always get what I want.” You huff back at him, fighting the urge to stomp your foot.
“Sorry princess, not this time.” He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and his silver zippo lighter. “You mind?” Before you can even protest, he’s lit one up and is taking a long drag.
“Yes!” You dramatically sway your hand around, dispersing the ring of smoke that surrounds you.
“You know Bunny, I admire your fighting spirit. It’s misplaced but the principle is there. You have to fight for everything you want in this life and I have a feeling you understand that better than most.” He blows a haze of smoke into your face.
“Yes. I do.” You splutter, coughing. He had no idea.
“Tell you what, come down to the garage tomorrow afternoon and I’ll fix your car up. Then I’ll take you out for a nice dinner, see if we can’t start over again. I’d like it if we were friends.” He professes earnestly.
“Friends?” You raise your eyebrow skeptically.
“Yes, friends. You heard of the term? Or do you try to fuck everyone you meet?” There’s that vulgarity of his you’ve come to know but not yet love.
“I don’t wanna be your friend.” You mutter, staring up at him with a melting expression.
“Ah, you’ll see I’m not that bad. I’ll grow on you.”
“That’s not what I meant.” You mutter quietly and he just observes you, an air of conflict hovering around him.
“I know.” He whispers, brushing his knuckles past your cheeks affectionately. “I gotta go, kid. Can I trust you not to flash any more neighbours?”
You stare at him sullenly, shoulders slumped and energy dampened. Your throat feels choked up and you can’t seem to form a response.
“Behave. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He declares and leaves your house as quickly as he entered it.
You’re not entirely sure why but a small tear rolls its way down your cheek and you gasp slightly as you reach up to feel the wet blob. You never cried.
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knife and rope play james kelly <3
tw/cws: smut, sexual content, heavy degradation, slight praise, Dacryphilia, cockwarming, rope play, knife play, blood kink, and pet names.
a/n: thank you for requesting this, ren. 🐜
a/n 2: this is fucking disgusting im sorry
James currently had you tied up on his bed, and bare naked. which would usually seem like a normal night with him, but today, he had something completely different in store for you. james had himself deeply buried inside of you, without moving a inch, dangling you over the edge.
“james, please move i can’t take this anymore!” you whine, unable to move your hips or anything due to the rope james tied to you.
“wanna act like a brat? i’ll treat you like one.” james mocked, as you see him pull out a small knife. “where the fuck did he even get that from?” you thought to yourself. before you could muster up a response, you felt a sharp sting across your cleavage. causing you to let out a long, loud moan.
James chuckles dryly, “You really into this shit?” he smirked and tilted his head, “dirty little bitch.”. as the blood trickles down your cleavage and onto your tits, you feel james’ cock twitching inside of you. james leaned down and started to suck the blood off of your skin, eliciting a low moan from his throat.
“Fuck..so good.” he mutters against your blood stained skin, moaning at the metallic taste. James suddenly flipped you over, so your laying on your stomach, his cock still deep inside of your dripping wet cunt. you let out another high pitched whimper as he carved his initials right above your ass.
“taking it so well, sweetheart..that’s it, baby.” he cooed, kissing your neck from behind as he trailed the sharp object on your back. James moaned and started to thrust into you slowly, as blood trickled down your back from the movement. you whined loudly as you felt the cool air hit your fresh wounds.
“Such a good fucking whore for me, letting me carve my name onto your ass.” he mocked, “nobody else will ever see you like this, you hear me?”
you moaned loudly, not able to form proper sentences anymore.
“answer me, bitch.” james demanded and he slapped your ass roughly.
“n-nobody else will see me like this, only you!” you practically shouted, clenching around his thick cock as he fucked you into oblivion. before you knew it, you were already approaching you orgasm, tears forming at your eyes from the pleasure and the pain of the cuts.
“is my pretty baby crying?” james teased with a mocking pout. he pulled your hair so your head turned around, looking up at him. james leaned down and pressed open mouthed kisses on your cheeks, licking away your tears.
james started to thrust into you more roughly, letting out more groans and moans. he wrapped his tattooed hand around your throat as he used the other hand to grip onto your hip, guiding himself as he thrusted deeply into you. “fuck, baby, i’m gonna cum.” james warned.
you moaned loudly, as your wet cunt fluttered around his thick cock, as you reached your orgasm. he moaned loudly at this, thrusting a few more times before cumming deeply inside of you. you and him layed there, and james buried his face into your neck as he pulled out of your pussy, his seed and your cum both dripping down your thighs.
“Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up.” he whispered softly.
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James Kelly is so Back Door Man by The Doors
like…
Imagine him having you bent over the kitchen counter, his rough hands on your pretty and soft hips. His eyes rolling back as he fucked his thick cock into you, his pink lips letting out deep groans. And it was almost time for your husband to get home from work. James hands would tighten on your hips as he was closer to cumming in you. Your body spent and tired from the orgasms he’s given you on that stupid kitchen island. You know it’s wrong and you know you should stop. But how could you? He felt so good, he treated you so good. Kissing your neck as he tells you he’s about to fill your sore but messy cunt up. He’d love the thrill of your husband calling you as he fucks you, he’d love the risk of him coming home early and finding his pretty little wife getting fucked by the rugged mechanic that fixed his truck. And when he’s done, he’d kiss your lips as you fixed your clothing and he would tell you he’d see you soon. And you would watch as he slipped out your backdoor as your husband’s truck pulled into the front, parking in the driveway.
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How Do You Feel Now?
Rare James Kelly blurb from yours truly x
Warnings: kissing, swearing, groping in public? fun stuff - lowkey inspired by that one teen wolf scene.
“This is fucking stupid,” James muttered as he struggled with his tie.
You were standing in between his legs as he leaned back against the Duster, a frown on his handsome face as you held back a laugh. “It’s not stupid, James,” you tell him and tuck his white button up into his dress pants. “It’s really not.”
“I’m going to fuck it up,” he said, letting out a frustrated groan when he failed again with the tie. “I’m going to say something stupid and screw it up, like I always do. And I can’t figure out this fucking tie-”
“James,” you sternly cut him off, gripping the sides of his face and making him look at you. “Relax, alright? You’re going to be amazing, and professional.”
You take it upon yourself to fix his tie for him when he slumps back against the car with a grunt.
“They’ll have no choice but to loan you the money,” you add when you adjust the tie so it’s straight and even. “Just be confident, like you were when you asked me out all those years ago.”
James huffed, “Yeah, well, back then I had nothing to lose. Now I have my job, my savings, you-”
“Hey,” you sharply cut him off then smile when you saw the way his eyes quickly met yours. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? You’re stuck with me.”
He forced out a small smile then shook his head. “I don’t think I can do this. I don’t want to feel like a fucking idiot again when another bank turns me down, I-”
Instead of cutting him off with your words, you use your mouth and cover his with your own, effectively shutting him up. Truthfully, you were tired of hearing him beat himself up and talk badly about himself when he was nothing short of amazing in your eyes.
Your hands grip his wrists and you wrap his arms around your body, and you guide his hands downwards until he is full on groping you. You bite down gently on his lip and slide your tongue in his mouth to brush against his, and he groans deeply.
He pulled you with him when he leaned against the hood of the car, and the kiss was quickly becoming too heated for public, but neither of you cared too much. “How do you feel now?” You asked when you pulled away and looked at his spit coated lips.
James stuttered a bit as he said, “Better. I feel better,”
“Good,” you hum and kiss him quickly. “Stop saying all that stuff about yourself, James. I mean it. If you could see yourself in the way I see you…you’d never think about any of that. You’re amazing, Jamie, and I love you.”
He smirked down at you once he gained back his composure. “I love you, too,” he said back and kissed you again with his newfound confidence he had you to thank for.
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kiss it better
pairing: dbf!james kelly x fem reader
description: james kelly is one of your dads oldest friends who has a thing for you…especially in that short skirt of yours.
warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!james, sub!reader, established age gap (james is 40, reader is 21), skirt fucking, james has a thing for your ass, pussy slapping, slight objectification, praise, degradation, corruption kink, unprotected p in v sex, fluff, etc.
word count: 2.5k
James knew what you were doing.
Currently, your dad was out buying some propane fuel for the barbecue grill outside because he had forgotten to get some beforehand. However, he had left you alone with his best friend James.
You had developed quite a crush on the older man a few years back and you’ve wanted him ever since. You didn’t know what it was about him that you found yourself attracted to the most. Maybe it was his faint stubble on his face, his piercing blue eyes, or his tattoos. Perhaps it was all three. You thought you were being subtle all this time about your little crush on James. I mean for christ sakes, you had even picked out the skimpiest crop top and tight skirt you owned when your dad told you he would be joining the two of you for the mini backyard barbecue.
It hadn’t gone unnoticed to James at all. He always saw how you would bat your doe eyes at him all innocently, the way you swayed your hips while walking past him, and how you tempted him. At first he thought he was looking into it too much, but then he saw it happen again…and again…and again. His need for you grew every passing day when you teased him and you were just adding more fire to his need for you.
That’s what was currently happening.
Your dad had texted you saying he would be back soon and told you to get the pack of beer out from the cooler in the kitchen.
“Can you come with me, Jamie?”
That was new. You had never called him Jamie.
“Sure, honey,” he says, trying to be nonchalant when all he wanted to do was smirk in your face. Plus, he wants to see the selection for himself. Classic James.
As you get up from the couch in the living room, he trails behind you, not missing a step before the two of you find the freezer where the blue cooler labeled ‘beer’ was located. Before you know it, you’re walking back to him and like always, you make sure to sway your hips for him. He was addicted to the way your pretty little body moved and couldn’t help but wonder how it would move while fucking you. His restraint was wavering.
Just when he thinks it couldn’t get any worse for him, you bend over. Doing this allows James to get a glance up your skirt and what he saw was enough for him to get hard in his faded blue jeans. Not only had you bent over for him on purpose, but had also worn the thinnest lace panties known to man. He swore he was going to blow his load right then and there.
Opening the box, you present it to James as if nothing had just happened. “Is this good for you Jamie?” you ask him sheepishly.
“I know what you’re doing, sweetheart,” he admits.
“What do you mean?” you ask with the fakest, most insincere tone you could possibly ever use.
“Don’t play dumb with me, doll. I see the way you act around me…acting all innocent after,” he says, calling you out with no hesitation.
“You did?” you ask.
“You make it hard not to notice when you’re parading your tits and ass around me every time I see you,” he says.
“What are you going to do about it?” you say with a smirk.
That was it.
Within seconds, he pounces himself onto you, his carnal desire for you getting the best of him. His lips latch onto yours, fueled with unwavering passion. He had waited for this moment and now it was happening. His tongue finally finds its way into your mouth and you don’t find yourself disgusted by it. All you felt was the desire for him to do unspeakable things to you.
“James…I need you,” you plead, whining into his mouth
“Already so desperate f’me and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he coos.
You could feel the arousal seeping through your panties at the sound of his silky smooth voice. The effect he had on you was profound. Melting over his voice? You were screwed.
His hands found purchase to your clothed ass, but that wasn’t enough for him. Taking initiative, he rolls the dainty fabric up to your hips, now allowing him to grope your ass with those fucking tattooed hands you loved so much. If he only knew the amount of times you had touched yourself while imagining that they were his hands on your body.
He hoists you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist before breaking the kiss. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment, sweet girl…how many times I’ve had to hold myself back out of respect your old man, but fuck it. I want you.”
With that being said, he holds you with his arms and takes you out of the room. Before he can lead you up the stairs that lead to your room, you stop him.
“Where are you taking us?” you ask.
“To your room, angel,” he says to you.
“What’s wrong with the couch in the living room?” you implore.
“Sweetie, I’ve been waiting for this for so long. I’m gonna fuck you the way you deserve, not on some old couch,” he says before finally going up the stairs with haste, but also making sure he didn’t drop you in the process. You guys finally make it to your room and he wastes no time before placing you gently down on the bed, moving you backwards so there was enough room for him to successfully tower over your body. The sight gave you chills, but in the best way possible.
His lips latch onto your warm skin surrounding your collarbone before sucking away at the tender flesh of it. You let out a breathy whine at the newfound sensation. You could feel how soft his lips were…just like you imagined they would be.
“James…” you say.
“Yes, baby?” he asks back.
“Can’t take anymore teasing…need you inside me,” you beg of the older man.
“Shhh…patience, pretty girl…be patient for me, yeah?” he says in a soft voice at which you nod at. “Such a good girl.”
He can’t even stop himself before he starts stripping you of your clothes,..if you could even call them that with how short and dainty they are. “Raise your arms for me, angel…wanna see those pretty tits,” he coos. You do as he says and within seconds, he’s met with the bare flesh that had been hiding underneath your shirt. He was in heaven.
“Should’ve known you weren’t wearing a bra,” he smirks.
He had imagined your tits so many times while jacking himself off. He always imagined the way your tits would bounce when fucking you, the way he would suck them.
“These are fucking mine, got it?” he enunciates, now pinching one of your sensitive nipples with his slender fingers, then rolling it accordingly.
“Fuck Jamie…” you say, lost in the feeling.
“My baby’s already whining for me, hm? You haven’t seen anything yet,” he claims. You had no idea him saying that would lead him to now suck at your pebbled areolas to prove his point.
“Such pretty tits on such a pretty girl,” he praises. He decides to tease you even further by pulling down your expensive lace panties before throwing them aside like they were nothing. “And an even prettier pussy…so wet for me, baby.”
The anticipation for him to slide into you was truly killing you. It was always on your mind when you knew it shouldn’t be. “You’re fucking perfect…need to have you,” he says, almost sounding a tad bit desperate.
“I’m all yours, James,” you assure him.
“Glad to hear it, doll.” he smiles. Finally, after what seems like ages, he starts throwing articles of his clothing off his toned body before he’s only in his black boxers while on top of you. You couldn’t help your curiosity as to how hard he was and looked down at the sight below you…and god, he was huge. The outline of his hardened bulge was more than prominent, leading you to question whether you could take him or not. He notices your lingering stare and can’t help but grow a little cocky.
“Eyes are up here, baby,” he says before grabbing your chin with his veiny hand.
“I’m sorry…” you trail.
“Don’t be sorry, baby. I think it’s quite cute seeing you get all flustered,” he says with a chuckle.
“I want your cock…please,” you beg, not even caring how desperate and whiny he had made you in this moment.
“Gonna fuck you so good until the only thing you remember is me and my name,” James promises you. “Gonna ruin you for anybody who thinks they have a chance with you.”
He slowly slides the fabric covering his cock down to the floor, where the rest of your guys’ clothes laid sprawled out. It only took a mere second before you saw the way his cock sprung towards his defined stomach. Fuck…he was gonna split you raw.
“You ready f’me, baby?” he asks you.
“Yes please…need your cock so bad,”
“Such a good girl for begging,” he praises while caressing your messy locks.
Suddenly, you feel his cock intrude your warm cunt, causing a moan to escape your lips from the sensation of him stretching you out with his thick cock.
“Shit…squeezing me so well, pretty girl… just like I thought you would,” he admits.
“Please move, James…” you whine.
“Anything for my girl,” he says before complying with your ever so desperate command. He begins thrusting into your tight hole without showing any signs of mercy or slowing down anytime soon. He wish he could take his time with you, but he knew it was only a matter of time until your dad was set to return.
“Just like that!” you scream out, your well manicured nails digging into his shoulder dimples as he fucks you into oblivion. With every inch inserted into you, the more dumb you could feel yourself becoming. But guess what? You didn’t give a fuck.
“Poor girl…already becoming dumb just from her daddy’s friend fucking her like the slut she is,” he degrades.
“Fuck…” you moan in response.
“Such naughty words from a girl like you,” he tuts in response.
“Need it harder…” you say in between raggedy breaths.
“You’re going to take what I give you and you’re going to like it, princess. Now behave,” he orders. You follow his instructions as explained before continuing with his erratic movements inside you. Your guys’ hips collide with one another, providing much needed friction that had both of you moaning. Sounds of your slickness began to fill the room and James couldn’t help but savor them. You felt his cock scrape your sensitive nerves that had already begun twitching around him.
He took in the way your chest heaved with every single thrust he made while inside you, the way you were panting for air…everything. You looked absolutely beautiful all fucked out for him and he would remember that sight below him for as long as he lived.
“Such a little cock slut, hm? So desperate for my dick that you dressed like this for me instead of asking me for it. Thought your daddy raised you to know better…guess not,” he tuts in disapproval. You felt yourself getting closer to your inevitable climax just by listening to his degrading words. You felt ashamed for getting off to someone speaking to you as if you were nothing, but you couldn’t help yourself. “Don’t fret baby, that’s what your new daddy is here for.” he says before slapping your pussy, guaranteeing that there would be a fresh mark tomorrow. The impact left a stinging sensation afterwards, but instead of wanting him to stop, you found yourself wanting more of his harsh blows. This was made crystal clear to him when you let out a moan.
“Look what we have here…a filthy slut moaning over getting treated like a fuck doll. My fuck doll,” he teases.
“Please…want more of it,” you admit.
“Of course you do, baby. Because you’re a pathetic little thing,” James mocks while still sheathed inside your sopping cunt. His hand lands another harsh hit to the irritated flesh, making you grip your sheets so hard that they were turning white.
“Fuck Jamie…’m so close,” you whimper.
“Hold on for a bit longer if you wanna prove you can be a good slut for me. Can you do that for me, baby?” he asks, hoping you would provide him with the right answer. You frantically nod your head, which was a good enough answer for him to keep bullying you and your pussy. Before you know it, he sets a new pace, one that was nothing short of animalistic. He wanted to be so deep inside of you as physically possible and that was what he was doing right now.
You can feel his cock twitch inside your warm cunt, which only makes him rock harder into you. Your vision becomes painted with stars as he was doing so and it felt fucking fantastic. He was the only man ever to make you feel like this. Safe to say, he exceeded any of your wild expectations.
Suddenly, you feel yourself becoming unraveled to the point where you can feel the hot coil start to unwind deep inside your fluttering stomach. With each additional movement he made, you felt the sensation become even more undeniable to feel.
“Please let me cum James!” you scream out in ecstasy.
“That’s it pretty girl…cum for me” he praises.
That’s all it took for you to splash your warm release all over his cock. You felt like you were on cloud nine while he was fucking you through your orgasm. The feeling of you coming undone on his dick finally made him ropes of his hot, sticky seed into your sensitive entrance. He groaned while doing so, which you found to be the hottest thing ever.
After the two of you come down from your heaven sent orgasms, he pulls out of you and lays down next to you. He positions himself so that he’s now looking at your pretty face in awe.
“I love you sweet girl and I hope you know I didn’t mean anything bad I said” he admits.
“I love you too James,” you say to him with a chuckle.
James smiles at your confession of love before pulling you in for a slow and gentle kiss, unlike the one you guys had shared before. The two of you found peace and solace in the kiss and you guys wouldn’t stop until either of your lungs gave out…or in this case, when your father comes home, which was now.
“Let’s not tell your father about this,” he says with a laugh.
“Agreed,” you say with a laugh back.
This was one for the books.
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