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somungchi · 2 years
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zodiyack · 7 months
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Little Loner
Pairing(s): Jace Wayland x fem!reader
Warnings: clary being jealous but then cupid??, I wrote this while sleep deprived, fluff at the end, Clary x Simon if you squint.
Words: 1,743
Author's Note: I finally finished the requests. Now have some drafts while I work on sequels and stuff <3
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Jace leads Clary to Hodge, but hesitates when he sees an open door. He finds himself pausing to admire the scene, leaning on the door frame with a crooked smile. Clary moves to get a better view and is confused.
A girl sits in a windowsill, her pencil hitting the paper lightly as she sketches out the scenery outside the window. The light appears to angle just right, giving her an almost angelic presence. Black runes cover her skin, some disappearing to hide under her clothes.
Clary leans over to Alec and whispers. "Who is that?"
Alec simply nods a little. "Y/N. Jace has a thing for her, but he's never acted on it." Clary feels her heart break a little. "Shame, really. She likes him too, but they're both too stubborn to be the one to confess."
"Oh..."
"My advice," Alec looks between her and the room, "stay away from Jace."
He moves on before she can ask much else, walking along the halls and calling to Jace quietly. Jace is brought back to reality as he gives one last look into the room before venturing on.
"So, Y/N..." Clary tries.
She doesn't miss when Jace blushes slightly, "another Shadowhunter. She's been here a long time, however she really only talks to me."
"Why's that?"
He chuckles a little but shakes his head. "That's none of my business to tell. She's a great person when you get to know her though." That's all the information he gives before they reach their destination. He opens the door and gestures inside with a nod.
His expression stays neutral, stoic as he explains, "You may find Hodge a little eccentric, but he's one of the greatest Shadowhunters that's ever lived." He looks down at the cloth in her hand and his brows furrow. "Here, give me that."
She walks inside of the giant room, her body and eyes exploring. The two boys walk in after her. They watch her carefully. Despite her distance, Clary can still hear Jace and Alec by the door.
"Don't lead this one on while you pursue your little loner. You'll get her hopes up, and if she decides to stay...the rune to fix a broken heart is the most painful one." She could practically feel Jace roll his eyes.
"I'm not leading her on."
"Oh? Is that so? Because I don't normally go around flirting and being handsy with random people, Jace." Alec warned. "It's obvious, the way Clary looks at you. I'd tone down your 'lack of leading her on' before she gets the wrong idea."
The doors shut suddenly, causing Clary to flinch, and Alec storms off down the hall, leaving Jace to think over his words. The more he thought about it, the more he tried to deny it.
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Jace opens the door, "The Silent Brothers are ready for her."
When Clary and Jace set off for their next location, she noticed a new companion had replaced Alec. It was the girl from before. The girl that Jace liked.
"I didn't expect you to be joining us..." She tries to make conversation, but Y/N barely acknowledges her.
"I admire your attempt, but she won't talk. Not unless she's comfortable with you." Jace smiles at the girl in question, who smiles to herself but stays quiet.
"How long would that take?"
"Patience is a virtue, Clary." Jokes Jace. "I suppose I was the first person who ever really tried, so there's not much to go off of. She's coming with us because I asked her too."
The redheaded girl can't help but glance between the two every now and then. She isn't sure whether she feels jealous or wants them to be together, but she can say one thing for sure; The tension was nauseatingly strong.
"Why didn't Hodge come with us?"
"He hasn't left the institute in years." Jace shrugs as he continues walking. "Some say it's a spell."
"He's agoraphobic." Y/N giggles at Clary's bluntness, leading to the ginger giving her a small smile. One she returned. They stop and turn, Jace crossing his arms while he waits.
"Is that him?" Clary asks.
Jace follows her gaze and shakes his head. "No, that's Harold, the groundskeeper." He tilts his head, leaning in a bit, "that's him."
She looks up a little and feels a small shiver of unease crawl up her spine. A comforting hand is felt on her shoulder, and she's met with Y/N's smile when she turns her head. The action leaves her wondering how obvious her discomfort was, but she still is thankful.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Clary looks to the two as though asking for help, but nods regardless. "We will help you to remember."
The trio follow the tall robed man, Clary a little more hesitant. Y/N turns, kind smile still standing, and lifts a finger to the middle of her lips. Clary nods and follows behind.
Along the way she trips, "Ow!"
Jace turns his head instantly, shushing her. "You'll wake the dead."
Clary rolls her eyes. She catches Y/N giving her an apologetic shrug, the girl nodding with her head to continue.
"I can't believe this place is just outside of the city..."
She follows the duo to the window like ledge they looked through. Jace's voice catches her off guard, "Welcome to the City of Bones." His breath is right next to her ear, sending her hairs to stand on their ends.
"This is where the Silent Brothers draw their power, from the bones and ashes of Shadowhunters."
"All of them are buried here?"
"Yes." Jace looks to the wall, "One day," he taps a skull, making Y/N giggle, the sound eliciting a smile to slide upon his pink lips, "that's gonna be me."
Clary stops to look at the skeleton. Sensing her unease, Y/N urges her forward with a light touch. Clary stops a few steps forward, inspecting the room from entryway.
"This is as far as we go." She looks at Jace, and he assures her, "You'll be fine."
"So you've done this before?"
Y/N and Jace exchange a glance. She dawns an apologetic look as shakes her head and Jace replies, "No."
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Clary decides to continue to try and talk to Y/N, "Have you ever met Magnus Bane?"
The girl only shakes her head.
"You know... I'm quite jealous of you." Clary admits with a laugh. Y/N tilts her head in confusion, prompting Clary to continue. "I thought Jace was into me, and if I'm being honest, I'm really into him but... I'd be stupid to stand in your guys' way."
Her brows furrow, even more confused than before. Clary's hopes range from high to doubtful, there's a chance Alec was wrong, that she didn't have feelings for him, but she saw the way the two looked at each other. She might've been naïve and clouded in her conflicting feelings, but she wasn't blind.
"Jace likes you too. And honestly...you should go for it." She looks away, ashamed of her own assistance in helping the guy she liked be with someone else. However, she doesn't have time to mope, when a voice she hasn't heard before causes her to snap her eyes back to Y/N's face.
"Is it that obvious?" A shy expression, laced with a little embarrassment, greets her.
"You-"
"I talk, yes." She chuckles. "Jace wasn't lying. I mostly talk to him, but after I realized my feelings for him, I started to confide in Alec. My only problem was that I didn't realize Alec also had feelings for Jace... But, Alec saw how much I love Jace, and told me that he had found interest in someone else. Whether that's true or not, I don't know, but, my feelings for Jace have always been around since then. I'm just...not too sure what to do about it."
Clary nods understandingly, and places her hand atop Y/N's. "Talk to him."
Y/N thinks about it for moment, and then nods. "Thank you."
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"Hey. Can we talk?" Jace turns, nodding when he realizes it's Y/N. The blond looks around the infirmary, making sure Simon and Clary are accounted for one more time before he returns to facing her. He follows her to the study, sitting beside her on the piano seat.
"What's wrong?"
Her fingers press into the keys, a slow recollection of a piece by Bach. "It's nothing... I spoke to Clary-'
"You talked to Clary?" Y/N giggles at his dumbfounded expression. "M'sorry, that just caught me a little off-guard, you don't normally talk to anyone else."
"That's fair. Basically, she gave me some advice to a problem I have, not that I asked her for it- she actually noticed it- anyways, after Simon and the vampires and everything- I guess- my point is, Jace..."
"Yes?" His eyes were laced with concern, no longer amused by her sudden socializing.
"I like you. Like, really really like like you." She bit her lip. "Like...I'm in love with you."
Y/N stared at Jace, waiting for his answer. She grew nervous as time started to feel slower. The seconds felt like they were snail's paced, so close yet so far away. Sweat dripped down her forehead and her heartbeat rang in her ears. It was all so overwhelming until-
"I'm in love with you too."
"You what?"
Jace smiled shyly. "I'm in love with you too. I've been for a long time now." His eyes trace over her lips, the distance between them closing gradually. He hovers above her lips when his eyes meet hers again.
It's all in slow motion and superspeed at the same time. She lets go of control and lets her instincts take the reigns. Her lips crash into his and he lets out a surprised groan. Their eyes both close as they kiss one another, their lips partaking in a dance they somehow know. By the time they pull apart, they're out of breath and their eyes are blown.
"How long?"
She blinks. "Pardon?"
"How long have you been waiting to do that?"
"If I'm being honest, a month or so after we met. What about you?" Y/N giggles.
"Since we first met."
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Clary leans against the door, heart half broken and half full, yet content with herself. Maybe she should look into what Simon's benefits are.
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reader is reading a smut bc she’s horny and jamie surprises her by coming home sooner and she’s so embarrassed and it ends up jamie reading loudly the smut while putting it in actions
naughty girl
summary you’re feeling a little hornier than usual, jamie being gone not helping it. so in order to cure your horniness, you read some smut, only to be caught by jamie
pairings jamie campbell bower x fem! reader
warnings smut, hair pulling, degrading
a/n so sorry this is so bad, it was my first time writing smut 😭😭
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You were sprawled across the couch of yours and Jamie’s apartment, bored out of your mind. The only other emotion you felt, was your undying horniness.
Jamie was coming home late today, or so you thought. You thought you had nothing better to do, than scour the internet for some toe-gripping smut.
You got up from your upside-down position on the sofa and sat at the end of it, your back facing the doorway. Your legs were crossed as they spread out across your long sofa, as you started reading the uprising to the smut.
After finally getting to the beginning, unbeknownst to you, the door to the apartment opened. Jamie quietly set his bags down, softly closing the door behind him in an attempt to surprise you. Though, when he was walking towards you, he couldn’t help but look over your shoulder as he knelt down behind you.
“Whatcha reading?” he whispered into your ear as he smirked. You quickly turned around and turned your phone off, throwing it next to you, embarrassment rising across your face.
“Nothing!” you squeaked, Jamie only reaching to the side of you, grabbing your phone.
“Let’s see, shall we?”
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“He thrust into her hard,” Jamie read aloud, thrusting into you hard, a scream erupting from your throat.
This has been going on for five minutes, Jamie reading what you were reading earlier loudly, imitating the actions with it.
“The blond pulled her hair, a loud moan spilling out of the girl’s mouth,” he harshly pulled your hair, a whimper spilling out of your mouth. He leaned down to your ear and whispered, “we’re not done yet, darling.”
One hand on your phone while the other tangled in your hair, he was fluttering kisses along your back, while still slamming into you. You were gripping the white, satin sheets of your guys’ bed and moaning ferociously, hoping your neighbors couldn’t hear any of this. Though you weren’t really thinking it, your mind being clouded by the overwhelming sense of euphoria as Jamie read the smut you were reading earlier.
“J— Jamie, please,” you begged, only for Jamie to stop peckering kisses along you. Jamie stopped thrusting, only to send a kiss at the back of your ear.
“Did you fucking hear me?” he whispered, sending shivers along your spines. “We’re not done,” he slammed into you with each word, a moan slipping out of you.
“From fucking her from the behind, he slowly trailed his fingers to her pussy, rubbing his fingers around it.” His digits ran across your body, goosebumps spreading rapidly. You were breathing heavily, you could practically feel Jamie’s smirk from behind you. He finally got to your poor, damaged cunt and started rubbing circles around it, your legs shaking ferociously as you were reaching your climax. The overwhelming feel of his fingers and his dick inside of you was crazy, and you couldn’t handle it much longer.
“Please, I’m gonna—,” you started but got cut off by Jamie pressing his fingers hard on your cunt. You moaned loudly, Jamie snickering from behind.
“Hold on for me, darling. After all, it’s what it says in this little story of yours you were reading.”
You whined at his words, not being able to hold on much longer. Jamie quickened his pace, your phone now discarded on the bedside table as his fingers sinked into your bare skin. He moaned wildly, the breath leaving your mouth taken as surprise.
If your neighbors were to hear this, they would mark this as an everyday thing.
“Cum on my cock baby,” he didn’t need to say that twice, as a sense of greatness came right out of you. Jamie came right after you, riding out his high. A few moments later, he slipped out and pulled you right down with him, your naked bodies glued together.
“We should do that more often,” Jamie breathed on you, a chuckle escaping your lips.
“God, no. Next time I’ll pick something less intense, I felt my whole body breaking against you.” Jamie pecked your lips softly, sitting up on your guys’ shared bed.
“Shower together?” He asked, extending a hand towards you.
“Please.” You replied, taking his hand in yours as he led you both to the shower.
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angelst4re · 2 years
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So It Goes- Jace Wayland x Reader
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୨♡୧ this is the first (and longest) Jamie fic i ever wrote, jace literally owns me. i wanted to post it when my tags started working again but i don't think that's gonna happen :( so reblogs are very much appreciated!! :) <3 UPDATE: MY TAGS WORK AGAIN!!!!
୨♡୧ warnings: NSFW!! smut, oral (f and m recieveing), praise and degradation, jace being jace, spitting, shower sex?, inexperienced reader, experienced jace (ofc), innocence kink?, possibly breeding kink? p0rn with a bit of plot, i could add to this forever, enemies to lovers?, based on a taylor swift song (so it goes IS jace's song, just listen to it!!)
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From the moment he first laid eyes on you, he knew you were going to have an impact on his life. He would never say he believed in love at first sight, but it would explain a lot. The way he got excited when you entered the room, he felt himself blush when you’d speak to him, anything you’d do would make him wish for a chance to be yours. But he knew that could never happen, to love is to destroy. 
The first time you met Jace, you could tell instantly that he hated you- despised you, even. You could hear him sigh whenever you entered the room, as if he was already bored by your presence, he’d look the other way when you tried to talk to him. Isabelle had told you he was like this, but you refused to believe this was his normal behaviour. 
You arrived at the Institute a couple of months ago, your family had been friends with the Lightwoods for years, so when you were made to leave your hometown you were told to go there. It was rather nice, but it wasn’t home. Jace made it obvious that it wasn’t your home. 
When the Institute was informed of a large-scale demon attack down in the city, Jace had demanded you stay here ‘she’s too young, she’s not as well-trained as us. She’ll make us fuck it up.’ Oh, how you hated him- but a part of you could never hate him, you were intrigued by everything he did, everything he said, how he fought like he had a death wish, there was a part of you that admired him, maybe even loved him. But he would never feel the same way. 
Once, when it was Jace’s turn to train with you, you had tripped and almost knocked him down with you, but he had caught you by the waist. There was something about the way he touched you that day that told you he may not hate you, maybe it was just more of a dislike. But his hands lingered on your waist for longer than they should have, and as you turned around it took everything inside him, all his strength and self control, to stop himself from kissing you. 
“What do you mean? I’ve fought before-”
“And you almost got yourself killed, y/n.” Jace stated, picking all the  blades he would need for this fight, “I don’t want to risk that- risk you getting us all killed, okay? Just stay here. Leave it to us.” 
“But she’s been training with us for months now! I’m sure she has it in her!” Isabelle said, grinning as she handed you some weapons. 
“No.” Jace demanded again, taking the weapons from you, what is his problem, you thought. 
“Jace, Isabelle’s right. She’s been trained now, she knows what to do.” Alec added. 
Jace sighed, it looked like he was deep in thought. His eyes met yours and you quickly looked away. 
“Fine.” He said, handing you another blade, “but if she gets us killed-”
“I won’t!” You groan, loading your belt up with weapons. 
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The fight ended pretty badly. Shadowhunters from all over the country had come to help, it was believed that this was another attack from Valentine. So far, the death count was at 6. Alec was leaning over Isabelle, drawing the healing rune on her as quickly as possible. Her entire left arm was covered in blood, but selfishly all Jace could think of was you. Where were you? Were they going to find you dead or alive? He knew he should never have let you come with him. 
With Isabelle now healed, Alec helped her up and they wandered over to Jace who was sat on the ground, covered in dirt and blood. 
“We should head back,” Alec began, “the suns rising, they won’t come back-”
“Where’s y/n?” Isabelle interrupted, turning to look around. But you were nowhere to be found. 
“Probably dead.” Jace murmured, rising to his feet, “I said she shouldn’t have come with us.”
“We’re going back to the Institute, I need to get Isabelle to the infirmary, why don’t you stay and look for her?” 
“Why should I?” Jace huffed, “she’s not my probl-”
“Jace, she may not be your problem, but if she’s dead that will be our problem.” Alec said, sternly, “and also, if you wouldn’t be so arrogant all the time, you would’ve noticed the way she looks at you.”
And they were gone. 
Jace stayed for longer than he would want to admit, looking for you. Holding his breath as he came to a pile of dead bodies, he prayed that one of them wouldn’t be you. And they weren’t. He had been searching for almost half an hour, and there was no sign of you. His heart dropped and he felt a lump in his throat. He told you to stay behind. He didn’t want you to get hurt, knowing how much that would hurt him. 
Soon enough, he gave up looking. He just accepted that you had been killed and possibly turned to dust, or something along those lines. Why didn’t you listen to him? Maybe because he’s always such a dick, of course you won’t do as he tells you. As he walked back to the Institute he was filled with regret, it became overwhelming. He wished he hadn’t gave the impression that he disliked you, as it was far from the truth. The truth was that he was just scared. He had never felt the way he feels about you with any other girl before, it terrified him. He would do anything for you, but you wouldn’t do the same. 
Once he got back to the Institute, he checked on Izzy in the infirmary. Alec had informed Jace that Magnus Bane would be paying her a visit, as the runes didn’t have enough power to heal her fully. Jace knew how Alec felt about Magnus, along with how Magnus felt about Alec. He simply nodded and left, making his way to his room. 
As he approached his room, he noticed his door was slightly open. Flooded with panic- which always turned into adrenaline for Jace- he grabbed a blade from his belt and slowly pushed the door open. His eyes widened as he saw who was waiting for him. 
“Y/n?” The blade fell to the floor and he rushed over to you, you had a similar problem to Isabelle, yet yours was less severe. Your arm had been caught, possibly clawed by a demon. “What are you doing here?” 
“Alec didn’t want me seeing Isabelle’s-”
“When did you get here?” 
“Just after the others… Jace I need your help,” you motioned towards your arm, “I didn’t want to ask Alec and I can’t draw runes very well with my other hand-”
Wasting no time, Jace reached for his stele and gently held onto the underside of your arm as he drew the mark on your injury. He felt you suck in your breath as he drew over the wound. 
“It’s okay,” he comforted you, “you’re doing so well for me, such a good girl.” 
He barely had time to realise what he had just said, too busy trying to not screw up the mark, as a slight whimper left your mouth, causing his body to stiffen. 
The air in the room had seemed to have thickened. As Jace finished the rune, he looked up at you with a gentle smile as if to say ‘all done.’ This was the first time he had ever smiled at you. 
“Thank you,” you whisper, your hand reaching up to his face to wipe off some of the dirt, “Jace, you're filthy!” 
He was going to something back, maybe along the lines of ‘i can be if you want’, but instead he leaned in towards you. The feeling of your skin on his drove him crazy, he had been craving it for months and now he finally had it he couldn’t hold back. Your lips brushed against each other, and you felt him swallow hard before tangling his hand into your hair and pulling you close, kissing you as if he would never kiss again. 
Neither of you could quite believe what was happening, and neither of you wanted to stop. It was as if your prayers had been answered, you could not ask for anything more than this, than him. 
“Jace,” you whisper as he pulls back for air. You were going to say something but he cut you off. 
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he confesses, “when I couldn’t find you after the battle in the city I assumed you…” he couldn’t seem to say it, the one simple word. As if saying it would make it become true, “and it made me regret everything, I should’ve told you sooner, I shouldn’t have been such a dick towards you. I’m sorry, y/n.”
You couldn’t believe what he had said, he didn’t hate you and he even apologised? Jace wasn’t one to apologise very often, Alec had mentioned once. He’d always be so honest, even if it meant being mean. 
Without replying to him, you pulled him back towards you again, already missing the feeling of his lips on yours. His tongue swiped on your bottom lip as he tugged on your hair, causing you to gasp, your mouth opening enough for him to slip his tongue in, deepening the kiss. Everything about this felt so intimate, you had never been kissed this way before. It had even caused tingles in your lower belly, and you knew there was only one way to relieve yourself of them. 
As Jace’s hands slipped under your t-shirt, you knew how this was going to go. Thinking quickly, you pulled back from the kiss and smirked, running your fingers through his hair. 
“Why don’t we take a shower?” Your tone was very suggestive, there was no way in hell that Jace would turn you down. 
“Sounds great, I was going to mention how you smell like pond water- Hey!” You smacked his shoulder playfully, standing up from his bed and taking his hand, leading him into his bathroom. 
Once you shut the door, you pushed Jace against it, making sure to lock it before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down to your level and crashing your lips together once more. This time was a lot more heated, as Jace played with the hem of your shirt, before lifting it up and over your head, breaking the kiss briefly and throwing it to the floor. You could tell he was quite experienced by the way he easily unclasped your bra, making you feel slightly worried- you had only slept with one boy, and he only lasted two minutes. 
As your bra fell to the floor, Jace pulled back from the kiss, his mouth now kissing down your chest, to your breasts and finally your nipples. They quickly hardened with arousal as Jace’s lips wrapped around them, your hands stroking his hair as your mouth fell open. You had never been so turned on. You needed him, now. 
“Jace,” you whimpered, “I thought we were gonna take a shower?” 
“We will, darling. But you want this, right?” He checks, you tell him how you’ve never wanted anything else more in your entire life, only boosting his ego- in the moment, you couldn’t care less. 
As Jace pulled away again, you felt cold at the lack of his touch. He started undressing, leaving both your clothes a messy pile on the tiled floor. As you began to undo your belt and slide your jeans down your legs, his hands stopped you. He took your hands and lifted them away as his hands slipped into your jeans, pulling them down along with your underwear, throwing them to the side. 
As he went to turn on the water, you noticed that you were both bare, exposed in front of each other. He motioned his finger ‘come here’, and so you followed him. He took your hand as he pulled you into the shower with him. You couldn’t help but giggle as the water fell on the both of you, it was rather cold- Jace noticed this and reached over you, as he pulled back the water started to become warmer. 
You both stood and admired each other, you took in the scars on his skin, old wounds that would have possibly been fatal for any ordinary human. As he looked at you, he was also drawn to your scars, but also your curves. He couldn’t help but rest his hand on your hip, then his eyes betrayed him and you caught him staring between your legs. 
Slightly flushed in embarrassment, you picked up his shampoo bottle. Pouring some into your left hand, you spun around him, so he was now under the water, facing the wall as you ran your fingers through his hair, working the shampoo in and washing out the dirt and blood that had dried in his blonde locks. As it washed out in the water, you couldn’t help but watch in awe as his hands ran through his hair, the way he always did. 
Then it was your turn. After pouring the shampoo into his hands, Jace pulled you close against him as his fingers ran through your hair, he massaged your scalp as he worked in the shampoo. It felt too good. As he accidently caught a knot in your hair, you let out a small gasp and he chuckled, wanting to tug on your hair again- but he decided to save that for later. 
He took the bottle of body wash from the small shelf in his shower and worked it into his hands, before rubbing it across your body. 
“Sorry, love, but you’re going to have to smell like me.” He couldn’t help but start at your breasts, massaging them with the bubbles, before working down your arms, neck, stomach, back- and finally, your legs. As he washed your legs, he got down on his knees. You almost moaned at the sight of it. He poured out some more body wash and began washing your left thigh, moving down to your knee, then your calf, your ankle, and foot. He then repeated this on your other leg. As he washed you, he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of your pussy, you were practically dripping. 
He quickly finishes, standing again as you now start to wash him. You feel as his body eases under your touch, your hands move from his back to his arms, making sure to clean all the dirt from his skin. You’d never imagine Jace being this vulnerable with someone, but this wasn’t anyone, this was you. You moved down, now to his legs, you try your hardest not to look between his legs, knowing how it’ll make you feel, so you carry on down his legs. 
Despite your inexperience in bed physically, you had come up with many scenarios in your mind. One of them was riding Jace’s thigh, and as your hand rubbed the bubbles into his skin, your mouth was practically watering at the thought all over again. 
“All done,” you smile, standing back up again. Saying no more, Jace pushes you against the wall, his hands on your waist as the water continues to fall on you both. He connects your lips once more, the last time had been more desperate, now this was full of love, passion, want. 
You bring your arms to wrap around his neck again, partially for balance. His kisses trail from your lips to your jaw and down your neck, where you feel him begin to nibble the skin, sure to leave some bruising for tomorrow. 
“Can I go down on you?” He asks against your neck, his kisses now moving down to your collarbone, “please?” 
This completely threw you off, Jace was asking to go down on you?
“Please. Nobody’s ever done that before.” You confess. He lifts his head back up, giving you a look that says ‘seriously?’. 
“Then I’ll be the first, darling. You’ll never forget it.” He says, smirk spreading across his face as he kisses down your chest to your tummy, and gets back down on his knees again. You feel those familiar tingles as he spreads your legs, placing one of them up on his shoulder. “If you don’t like it, tell me to stop, sweetheart. Okay?”
“Okay.” You nod your head, biting down on your lip as you feel his fingers begin to spread your folds, his mouth placing a delicate kiss on your clit. His tongue then began to lick around the nub, gently flicking it up and down as you groaned, your hand coming down to his head. His mouth wrapped around your clit and sucked slowly, stopping for a moment and then sucking again. You felt your core clenching down on nothing, you wished he’d slip a finger into you, but one of his hands was wrapped around your thigh, holding you in place, and the other was holding your hand. 
You were left gasping for air as you felt his teeth graze your clit, the new sensation clouded your brain, it seemed the only words you were now capable of saying were ‘Jace’ and ‘please’. This only encouraged him to tease you further. He wanted to ruin you for any other man, make sure that nothing could ever compare to the pleasure he gave you. 
As he started sucking on your clit again, you began grinding down on his face. Then you felt your stomach tighten, this was more intense than any orgasm you had ever given yourself with just your fingers. You hadn’t yet realised you were holding your breath, but as you came on his face you let out a loud, almost pornographic moan. 
“Holy shit,” you heard Jace say from between your thighs. His fingers now toying with your clit, causing you to squirm from the overstimulation. “I’ve never made anyone squirt before, that was insane!” He grins, wiping his face as he rises to his feet again. He notices you burying your face in your hands. “Baby, don’t be embarrassed. That was so fucking hot.” He says, moving your hands away from your face, cupping your cheek as he places a kiss on your lips, causing you to taste yourself. As he pulled you closer to him, in attempt to deepen the kiss, you slightly pushed him back, plucking up the courage to ask him-
“Can I go down on you?” 
He eagerly nodded his head.
“Only if you want to, of course.” He says. 
“I want to try it. I’ve never done it before.” You say, settling yourself on your knees in front of him. Before you reach your hand out to touch him, he stops you- you worry that you’ve already done something wrong and look up at him. 
“What have you done before, darling?” He asks, not a single hint of judgement in his voice as he strokes your cheek again. 
“Only the actual… act.” You explain, “it didn’t last very long, either.” 
He frowns, looking down at you sympathetically. 
“Poor baby,” if this was in any other situation, you would’ve smacked him. But right now wasn’t the time, “it’s okay, I’ll teach you.” He says, removing his hands from you. You take his cock in your hand, although it was too big for just one hand. You begin pumping it in your fist, but you worried this wouldn’t be enough, “if you want, you could use your mouth,” Jace says between pants. Like him, just the sight of you on your knees for him was enough to make him cum. You take the tip of him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around it, tasting the pre-cum that had leaked out. You hear him moan your name, knowing you must be doing something right, you continue your actions. 
Soon, deciding you wanted to change it up again, you attempt to take his entire length in your mouth, although you ended up gagging after taking just over half of him. His hand comes down to your wet hair, stroking your head, telling you to only do what you’re comfortable with- but after giving you the best orgasm of your life, you feel like you owed him this. 
So you try again, hollowing your cheeks and you manage to take more of him down your throat. His hand comes down to hold you in place, forgetting in the moment that this is your first time and that he should be gentle, but you didn’t want him to hold back. You gagged around him again, and he quickly removed his hand, cursing himself and apologising to you. But all you did was take his hand again, putting it back where it was and looking up at him as if to say ‘it’s okay.’
You suspected he was close, words fell from his mouth such as ‘good girl, taking my cock like this’, ‘your mouth feels like heaven’, ‘look at you, with my cock stuffed down your throat’, ‘my pretty little slut’. You loved hearing the words that came from his mouth, they only pushed you into taking him further, desperate for him to cum in your mouth. 
“I’m gonna cum, darling.” He warns you, but to his surprise you only suck harder on him, needing to taste him. 
He was pushed over the edge when you looked up at him, your eyes half-lidded, he had never seen anything like it. The way you took his cock, every last inch, into your mouth. You felt his cum start to leak out into your mouth- to your surprise it tasted quite pleasant, unlike what your friends described it as, but maybe it was just because it was Jace. 
You swallowed every last drop, taking him out of your mouth when you knew you’d worked him through his high. You opened your mouth for him, showing him how you had taken his seed. All he could do was moan, and smile down at you. 
You stood back up, holding onto him for support as your knees ached. You were so desperate for him to fuck you now, you felt your hips grinding into his without you even realising it. 
“I need you,” you whisper against his neck, peppering him with kisses, “I need you to show me what it’s like to get fucked properly.” 
Your words seemed to have the same effect on him as his did on you, as you heard his breath hitch and his hands grabbed your hips. 
“Then I don’t think we should do it in the shower, baby.” He says before he turns the water off and helps you step out of the shower. He reaches for a couple towels, wrapping you up in one and him in the other as he leads you back to his room. You begin to dry yourself as he goes to double lock the door- you guess that he had been walked in on before. You try not to think too hard about Jace’s love life. 
Once you were dried, you didn’t bother getting dressed, you just laid back on Jace’s bed like he instructed you to do. He smirked when he came back and saw you doing what he had asked. 
When he was dry, he joined you on the bed. Leaning on top of you as he connects your lips again, his hand coming down to cup your heat. 
“You touch yourself, right?” He asks, to which you nod your head. Afraid that opening your mouth will cause you to moan out loudly again, “of course you do,” he smirks, “I’ve heard you late at night. Such a dirty girl… show me.” He whispers, leaning back, his eyes on you. 
You try to catch your breath, but it was impossible in this situation. Your right hand moves down your body, reaching where you need him the most. You rubbed your clit with your middle finger in tight circles, small gasps leaving your mouth as Jace just chuckled. 
“You can do better than that.” Jace states, and you begin to go faster, feeling as your stomach tightens, you bite down on your free hand to stop the moans and whimpers spilling out, but he moved it, “I need to hear you, love.” He says. 
As you were on the edge on another orgasm, Jace takes your hand in his, making you whine beneath him. He just continues to smirk, enjoying the sounds you make for him. Sounds you’ve made only for him.  
“Jace,” you whisper, your hand tangling in his damp hair as his mouth comes down to your nipples again, “I need you.”
“Where, darling?”
“Inside me. Need to feel you here.” You say, taking one of his hands and placing it on your belly. It’s as if you flipped a switch, he licks over your hardened bud once more before spreading your legs apart for him as far as they could go, his cock pressing against you as his hand holds your hip. 
“You ready?” He asks, his thumb stroking where he held your hip. 
“Yes,” you moan, wanting to just take him and shove him inside you already. 
You knew it would hurt, the size of him and your experience wouldn’t go well together, but you seemed to forget he was also rather experienced. As he begins to push himself into you, he whispers praises into your ear and he kisses down your neck. 
“Taking me so well, good girl. I know you can do it.” He says, your eyes were screwed shut as you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging on it when you were in discomfort. But once he was fully in, he paused for a moment, kissing you on the lips before telling you, “I’ll move when you’re ready, okay? Just let me know when.”
You were so grateful for how caring he had become in this moment, the thought of losing you had made him appreciate you more. He was so careful with you, but once you were both comfortable enough, you wanted that to change. 
“You can move.” You whisper into his ear, and he begins to move his hips, thrusting himself in and out of you. Rubbing against your walls deliciously, each time you clenched around him you heard him groan slightly. 
As his pace quickened, you let go of his hair and flopped against his mattress, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. You had truly never felt anything like it. The way he angled his hips caused him to brush against the special spot inside of you, causing your vision to blur and your mind to become fuzzy. 
“Feels good?” Jace asks, knowing it clearly felt wonderful. “You’re doing so well for me, baby. Taking me so well.” 
Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, you feel a sudden pressure on your lower stomach and you look up to see Jace pressing down with his hand. Each time he thrusted into you, you felt like you were going to explode. 
Drunk off the feeling of his cock, you look into his eyes. It was such an innocent thing to do, but the words that were about to leave your mouth were far from it. 
“Jace,” you said between breaths, “I need you to cum inside me, please, please, need you to fill me up, all the way…” You trail off as he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, reaching deeper into you than you thought was possible.  
“Look at you beginning for my cum,” he chuckles, his voice dripping in lust, “sweet little whore, wanting me to show her how it feels to get fucked right, now wanting me to fill her up.” His words only made you worse, you couldn’t think straight as you clenched around him even more, “so desperate, aren’t you, darling? But you asked so nicely. Make a mess on my cock for me, and I’ll give you what you want, okay?” 
You nod your head, not knowing what you had agreed to exactly, but if Jace was offering something who were you to turn it down?
“Open your mouth, sweetheart.” He says, leaning over you again, his arm beside you, supporting him. You do as you're told, and he spits into your mouth. You hold it there for a moment before swallowing, opening your mouth again to show him you had indeed swallowed it. 
Eager to make you finish before him, he pushes himself back up and begins toying with your clit again, knowing how sensitive it had now become, pinching it, rubbing it between his fingers, rubbing it in tight circles, trying to figure out what you like best. 
“Jace!” You gasp, “I’m gonna…”
“Do it. Cum around my cock for me, and I’ll give you what you want, darling.” He pants. 
And before you know it, your body begins to squirm underneath him as you see white. You can only moan out his name and profanities. Your head was thrown back, your arms coming up lay on the pillows beside you. Jace lifts you by the hips, holding you as close as he possibly can before letting himself go inside of you. He holds you there for a moment whilst he comes undone, as if you’ll disappear if he lets go of you. 
“Jace,” you whisper, his body collapsing beside yours.
“Holy shit.” He gasps, he couldn’t believe what had just happened. “Y/n, I love you. I have done since I first met you, I was just… scared. Scared you wouldn’t like me back. I know this is a lot to take in but-” 
“I love you too,” you giggle, still coming down from the pure ecstasy he had gave to you, “I… I can’t think straight right now, baby. Let’s talk about it later. Right now I just want to cuddle.” You say, snuggling up to his chest. 
“I guess I quite literally fucked your brains out.” Jace said, earning a half-hearted slap on the shoulder from you. “Sorry.” He added, his fingers playing with your damp hair as you fell asleep on his chest.
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pairing: Jamie x fem!reader Summary: You don't mean to disobey him, but he punishes you as he sees fit. Warnings: Smut (minors DNI), oral (f receiving), fingering, sprinkle of edging and thigh riding, choking, protected sex, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, praise, (if there's any i missed please let me know!) WC: 3,914 (this is my first ever fic/smut, i'm hoping you enjoy!)
The first time you “disobeyed” Jamie (as he put it) was when he first started working. He had to get a new song finished by the end of the week and didn’t want to waste any time procrastinating. You understood that he needed time, so you tried to give him the space to focus. In your defense, he said he’d be done in a few minutes, never giving a specific time. So when you knocked on the door to ask if he wanted to watch tv after a few hours of him working and were told “give me a minute!”, you were confused. You did however know that it takes time for greatness, so you left him alone so he could keep working.
The second time occurred a little later in the day, when you were making a snack for yourself and accidentally slammed the cabinet door a little too hard. The thin walls weren’t helping you, and you heard him raise his voice to say “darling, be quiet!”. You let out a small sigh and sat down, eating what you made for yourself, and noticing the quiet piano coming from the room down the hall. Before meeting Jamie, you hadn’t ever had the urge to play an instrument. But within a year of being with him, he had taught you piano, guitar, and was trying to teach you the drums. You loved every second of him showing you how to play, his eyes lighting up when you played your first song for him. Jamie brought music into your life in a way that you had never heard before, and when you played for him, it was music to his ears.
The third (and final) time happened after you ate dinner. You had eaten alone, Jamie coming into the kitchen to get some of the lasagna you made and give you a quick kiss before going back into his studio. You cleaned up the dishes and then went to the bedroom, lying down and grabbing your phone to scroll through whatever looked interesting. More piano and guitar was heard, along with potential lyrics through the door that had been closed for far too long. You set your phone down on the bedside table and walk up to the studio door, knocking so gently you weren’t sure if he heard you. The music stops and you hear footsteps leading to the door. Jamie opens it and you see his eyes for only the 3rd time that day. He gives you a small smile before going to close the door again, but you stop it with your arm and a look of confusion appears on his face.
“Love, I have to work, please.” He tries to close it again, but your arm stays where it is.
“I’ve only seen you 3 times today, Jamie. I know you have to finish this by Friday, but it’s only Tuesday, baby. I was wanting to spend a little time with you before bed.” You lean against the door frame, positioning your foot so it keeps the door from closing.
“It’s only 7 darling, I'll be done soon.” His hand tucks a piece of hair behind your ear as he leans in to kiss you, and you kiss back. One of your hands reaches up to run through his hair, the other resting on his shoulder. You feel his other hand on your waist, and you’re gently pushed away from him. “As much as I want this to continue, I don’t want this to be in the back of my head.” He says, motioning to the setup he has behind him of sheet music and various instruments.
“You’ve been working since 10am, Jamie. I get that you have a deadline, but your girlfriend misses you.” You say, arms crossed. One of his brows raises and he looks you up and down.
“You miss me, do you?” His hands go to your waist, thumbs rubbing circles over your shirt. You nod, hoping he’ll take a few minutes to focus on you instead of his current task at hand. “I could tell, you’ve been trying to get my attention all day. Asking me questions, slamming things, just couldn’t stay quiet, could you?” He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you. 
“Just wanted to see my favorite musician.” You smile, putting your hands on the sides of his neck. You feel his hands move lower, until they reach the back of your thighs. He picks you up and you squeal as you wrap your legs around his waist. A grin appears on his face while he walks backward a little bit before closing the door, pinning you against it. Taking your hands off his shoulders, he intertwines your fingers as he presses your hands against the door. 
“You’re such a needy little thing, huh?” His lips go to your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses that make you sigh and tilt your head, giving him better access. You felt him suckling and nipping at your neck. Jamie bit hard, enough to draw a whimper from you. The pulse where he had just bitten was beating a little faster, and you knew there would be a red mark there. He pulled his face away and his eyes connected with yours, making you shiver.
“Not needy, baby. Just missed you all day.” You try to lift your hands even a little, but you aren’t successful. “Jamie, this isn’t fair.” The words come out as more of a whine than you intended, which made a small smirk appear on his face.
“This isn’t fair?” He puts you down and backs away from you, the sudden loss of contact from him making you cross your arms again. “What isn’t fair is you wanting my attention, making all this commotion while I'm trying to work, then wanting more than what I give you.” He gives you a look that you knew all too well. There was a plan in his mind and you couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach, or the wetness you felt pooling in your panties. He grabs your hand and walks over to the piano bench, sitting down and pulling you to straddle him. “I’ll show you what isn’t fair. Act like a brat all day, gonna get treated like one.” 
You feel him growing harder under you and you can’t help the smile that shows on your face. “I guess I'm not the only one that missed this.” Your arms link around the back of his neck as you grind against him only once, trying to get a reaction from him. His hands find a home on your hips and stop you from moving anymore. 
“Did I say you could do that? No, I didn't. Brats don’t get to do what they want.” He moves you so you’re straddling one of his thighs, his hands still on your hips. Jamie begins to roll your hips against his sweatpant cladded thigh and your head rolled back a little with each bit of friction against your clothed clit. 
“Jamie, fuck, please.” You lazily look back up at him with hooded eyes, your hands reaching up to the back of his neck, tugging at the roots of his hair. He lets out a groan and a lazy chuckle, resting his head in the crook of your neck. 
“Now you wanna beg and be a good girl? It’s too late for that, darling.” You feel his thigh flex under you and you can’t help the whine that escapes you. “Jesus love, I can feel you soaking on my pants. Does my thigh feel good on your clit? I bet it’s so fuckin’ swollen.” Your legs shook with every word he said. The more he moved your hips against him, the more you moaned. The softness of his sweatpants felt good against you, but you needed more, and he knew it. “I’ll give you what you want, angel, but you can’t cum until I say so.”
“Whatever you want, I don't care, I just need more.” You know you sound desperate, but you’re more interested in feeling his hands on you. The oversized shirt you had on was pushed up to just above your panties, and one of his hands played with the waistband. He paused his teasing to move you back so you were straddling him and you felt his hands move slowly up your thighs. His fingers reached your panties and pulled them to the side, sucking in a breath when he saw how wet you really were. 
“All this for me, darling?” His blue eyes keep contact with yours, as if putting you in a trance. You nod and feel him hover a finger over your clit before applying pressure, moving in slow circles. It wasn’t a lot, but you didn’t care.
“J-Jamie, oh my god.” The noise was music to his ears, moving his finger lower until sliding it inside of you. He started with slow thrusts just to hear you whine for him to go faster. Your eyes closed as you tried to hold back the moans he was pulling from you. His name fell from your lips like a prayer when he added another finger, thrusting even faster and curling them at the special spot inside of you. Your hands gripped his biceps for support when he added his thumb to the mix, rubbing harsh circles on your throbbing clit. Jamie waited until the last possible second before the tight coil inside you could burst, pulling his fingers out as your head started to fall back.
“I believe I said not to cum until I said so.” Jamie brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them inside and licking them clean. He removes his fingers with a pop and grips your thighs, lifting you as he stands. Setting you down on top of the piano, he leans in and kisses you. A quiet moan leaves you as you barely taste yourself on his tongue. The kiss is over too quickly for your liking when he pulls away, a small smirk appearing on his face. “I think you can handle more edging, angel.” 
“I really don’t think so Ja-” You stop talking when you feel his lips press gentle kisses against your thigh. Looking up at you, he gives you a wink before inching his lips up more, closer to where you needed him. His hands pulled your thighs apart and you saw his eyes light up at the sight of your pussy soaking through your panties, before deciding that the fabric had to go. The warmth of his body was hard to ignore as he stood up and moved closer to you, fingers going under the waistband and pulling down your panties. They were thrown in no particular direction and Jamie knelt back down so he was eye level with the place you wanted, needed, to feel him. 
“If you touch me, I’ll stop.” Is all he says, his breath hitting your clit with every word. He looks up at you to make sure you heard him and he sees you nod. His bright eyes keep contact with yours as he finally licks at your clit, just once, sending a shock through you. Your hands balled into fists as you tried with every ounce of self control to not pull his hair. He stands again, gently nudging at your shoulders to make you lie down across the shiny black surface. His hands grab your own and bring them to the sides of your head before setting them down. “These don’t move, understand?” One of his hands travels to your throat, gently squeezing as he speaks.
“Yes, god yes, I understand.” You nod as best you can with his hand around you. He lets go of your throat and both his hands travel down your body, moving up your shirt so it wouldn’t be in the way. His face gets closer to your clit and your breathing quickens from the anticipation. You felt his soft lips close around your clit and suck softly, humming as he swiped his tongue over it. Your lips parted and a moan left you as you felt him pull you closer to him. He knew that he drove you crazy with how he made you feel, it was a feeling he’d never get tired of. 
“You’re so needy for me, darling.” He hovered a finger over your entrance while he went back to sucking your clit, making you whine for more. He slowly pushed his finger in as his teeth grazed over your clit, your back arching up a little at the feeling. Gentle pumps mixed with his mouth on you made your mind turn to mush as you tried to not move your hands to tug his hair. After a few seconds, another finger was added and he quickened his pace. 
“Jamie, please don’t stop.” Your voice comes out shaky and your head tilts back a little. His lips pull away from your clit and he licks it again, his tongue spelling something. It takes a second to figure out what it is; his name. You moan at the thought of him taking the time to trace out each letter and your hips buck up, wanting more. His free hand presses on your hips to keep them down and the coolness of his rings on your skin makes a shiver go down your spine. “I need more, baby, I need to feel more.” You feel your face turn red as you speak and you’re almost positive your heart is beating out of your chest.
“You want more from me? I’m giving you so much already, why don’t you use that pretty mouth of yours to tell me what you want princess, hmm?” He pulls away from your clit as he speaks, his hand still moving at a fast pace inside you. You struggle to form a coherent sentence as you look up to see him looking right back at you. His blue eyes sparkle as he waits to hear what you have to say.
“Your mouth- tongue- please.” You take a breath between words, trying to be as clear as possible with what you want. He snickers quietly as he watches you squirm from just his fingers inside of you. Your lips part and a moan leaves you, your legs shaking from how good it felt. Both fingers curled inside of you and your back arched, but it wasn’t enough, not yet.
“God, you’re so needy and desperate for me.” His tone changed from playful to degrading as he spoke and it made your eyes roll back. You don’t get the chance to beg for more when you feel his tongue slide in next to his fingers. A pornographic moan leaves you as your body feels like it’s on fire, but you didn’t want it to stop. It was an entirely new feeling for you, but judging from the way your walls squeezed around him, he knew you loved it. 
“Jamie, holy shit-” You can’t finish your words as you feel him pumping his fingers and tongue in and out of you, curling up to graze that perfect spot inside you again. “F-feels so fucking good.” The praise is noticed by him and he moans against you, looking up to see your head thrown back. He felt you squeeze around him again and knew you were close, so he increased his speed. His other hand went to your clit, thumb moving in fast circles against the sensitive part of you.
“Cum for me, princess. Wanna feel you explode all over my mouth and fingers.” He pulls away to speak, but returns just as fast, repeatedly rubbing against that special spot only he could touch. Your thighs shook and your back arched as you came, making Jamie moan as he felt you gush around him. The only words you could say were his name followed by a string of profanity as he continued his assault on your now very sensitive pussy. He helps you ride out your high, slowly cleaning you up with his tongue as you twitch from the sensitivity every few seconds. “Look at you, all fucked out, so pretty.” He sucks his fingers clean and kisses up your body, lips eventually touching yours and you groan when he kisses you, still tasting yourself on him. “We’re not quite done yet though.” You watch as he dug in his pants pocket for his wallet, pulling out a condom.
“Let me, baby.” You’re still slightly panting as you lean up and take the condom from his hand and set it down next to you. Both of your hands go to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down in one go. His cock springs forward, hitting his stomach with a wet slap, and your jaw drops at the sight. Your eyes travel up his body after gawking at how hard he is, and the smirk on his face makes your cheeks turn red. You keep eye contact with him as you reach for the condom with one hand and lick your other hand, bringing it to his shaft and giving a few strokes. His stomach muscles tense as you touch him, his head tilting back the slightest bit.
“Angel, I need to feel you wrapped around me.” Jamie's voice comes out strained as he lowers his head to look at you, seeing you bat your eyes innocently. You bring the condom wrapper up to your mouth, tearing it open with your teeth while your other hand continues stroking him, squeezing every few seconds. Your free hand takes the condom from the package and slides it onto his cock, making him let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Jamie quickly gets fed up with how slow things are going, sliding you off the piano and turning you around. “Time to fuck you like the brat you are.” 
“Take it ea-” You get cut off when Jamie's hand wraps around your throat and applies a small amount of pressure, pulling your back against his still clothed chest. His other hand hikes up your shirt so it’s just above your belly button before taking his cock and rubbing the tip against your clit, making you squirm with anticipation. “Jamie, please. Wanna feel you de-” A moan sneaks out of you as he thrusts once into you, completely filling you up. 
“God, you feel good wrapped around me.” Jamie says with a groan as he throws his head back. His thrusts started slow, but they were deep, hitting every inch of your dripping pussy. He knew exactly how to please you, every spot that made your eyes roll back and toes curl. You felt his hand squeeze your throat as he pressed a sloppy kiss to your temple. “Look at my princess, taking everything I have to give.” A sharp thrust followed his words, and his other hand pressed onto the bulge that was now visible from inside of you. “See that? Feel that? That’s how deep I am in you. Such a pretty fucking pussy.” His tattooed hand squeezes harder with every word, making your moans hard to hold back. 
“Right there, god, please do that again.” It comes out more strangled than intended, but he knew exactly what you wanted. He knew he found the spot inside you that made you see stars and he gave another thrust up into it, making you grab his arm, nails digging into his skin. You clench around him and he lets out a moan as he rests his head on your shoulder. His lips press soft kisses to the spot right under your ear, playfully biting just enough to leave a mark. 
“Gonna cum for me, love? Can feel the way you’re squeezing me so fucking well.” His head lifts off your shoulder and he takes his hand off your stomach, bringing his fingers to his mouth. He licks from the middle to the tip of three fingers before trailing them down your body and rubbing fast figure 8s on your clit. The combination of his cock and fingers is becoming too much for you, and you can both tell by how your legs start to shake. Your upper body is still for a second as your legs threaten to close from the sensitivity between them and you can practically see his tired smirk from behind you. One final squeeze to the throat, and you lose all control.
“Oh my- fucking- Jamie-” Coherent words weren’t in your vocabulary as the pleasure from him took over your body. It felt as if you were on fire, in the best way possible. His hand tugs at your neck, pulling your head back so your lips meet his with a sloppy kiss, mainly teeth and tongue. You feel him groan into your mouth from how much you were squeezing his cock, and it made you clench around him again. 
A string of swear words left his mouth as his hips stilled, and you felt his stomach muscles tighten. His cock tensed inside of you while he came hard, grunts and moans falling from his lips to yours as he kept holding you against him. He ended the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he thrusted into you slowly, riding out the rest of his orgasm as you let out soft whines in his ear from the slight over stimulation. The thrusting finally stops and he carefully pulls out, tying off the condom and tossing it in the trash next to the piano. 
His hand leaves your throat and you can feel the mark he left, but that’s what you loved about sex with Jamie, how excited he was to leave you with bruises. Your hands rest on the piano to steady yourself as you breathe deeply and feel his hands gently rubbing your sides to try and provide comfort. The warmth from his body is gone from behind you and you hear him pull his pants back up before walking to where your panties landed earlier. He comes back behind you and helps you put them back on, pressing soft kisses to your calves and whispering praises under his breath as you step into the fabric. 
When you’re both dressed again he puts his hands on your hips and walks you to the door. He sees your legs slightly shaking as he pushes it open and he smiles to himself before picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom. You feel the bed under you as he lays you down and you feel his weight next to you once he gets next to you. Instinctively you roll over, putting your head on his chest and leg on his thigh. Your limbs were tangled together, your arm reaching across to his shoulder as he put a hand on your arm, rubbing soothing shapes into the skin.
“You did so well, angel. Such a good girl for me.” He kissed the top of your head as he spoke, his voice slightly hoarse from what happened just a few minutes earlier. Jamie loved music with all his heart. Singing, playing instruments, writing songs, the whole process of it. You were his favorite song. Whether you were playing the drums or the guitar, or having his cock deep inside you, it was all music to his ears.
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𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 | 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: series masterlist | a new preacher comes to your town, and you’re overwhelmed by him. you try to keep away from father james, but, the more you see him and the more he kisses your hand, the more you realize that staying away won’t be so easy. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: jamie bower x fem!reader (rpf) 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 7k 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: rpf (real person fiction), smut MINORS DNI, p in v sex, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, heavy breeding kink (the last line of the song is literally "i'm coming inside" are u kidding me), preacher kink, praise kink, religious themes, age gap (reader is early 20s, jamie is 34), jamie has a huge god complex omg 𝐀/𝐍: i’ve been working on this on again and off again since the music video came out in august, so take it before it drives me more insane than it already has lol
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All morning, you could have sworn the preacher was looking at you. 
It was a hot summer Sunday morning, one where you wore your nicest dress, just as your mother had told you to. You had forgotten how hot it got at home; after being at college for the past few years, you had gotten acclimated to the big city, and you couldn't remember what home was like. 
To be honest, you had been dreading church. You had lied to your parents when you told them that you had kept up the habit while at college, and you despised the thought of wasting a good Sunday morning, even though you were on vacation. No matter what, you had gotten up and gotten dressed, and you were tailing behind your parents as they led the charge into the church. 
The building itself was miniscule, surrounded by the desert on all sides, set apart from the rest of town. Your hometown was small, so small that people usually only lumped it in with the nearby biggest city and didn’t know that your town even existed on its own. But it did, and, in a town like that, everybody knew everybody else’s business. 
Which made the preacher all that more confusing to you. 
You could vaguely remember your mother telling you about the appearance of a new preacher at your church after the former pastor retired. It had been months ago, and you only remembered the name she had told you: James Bower. There were other details as well, something about him being young and British, but you didn’t really listen too closely to that phone call with your mother. She had been going on and on about church and you tended to tune that out. 
“Mom,” you said quickly as you approached the church, seeing the door hanging open, welcoming everyone inside. Standing at the open door was a man, dressed in a black suit with a white shirt, a black hat covering his head and shading his face. He was older than you, but also younger than your parents, and he was shaking hands with every man that walked in front of him and setting kisses on the ladies’ cheeks. “Who is that?” 
“Oh, that’s Father James,” your mother told you, sucking at the back of her teeth for a moment. “I told you about him, he replaced Father Nicholas.”
“Yeah, I remember you telling me,” you said softly. “He’s just… Younger than I thought.” And, by the flashes of a sharp jawline and deadly eyes that you could see as you approached, he was far more attractive than you would have taken a man like him for. 
“He’s good,” your mother said carefully, as if she was controlling her tongue. “Cares about what he preaches about, really believes it.” 
“That’s good,” you mumbled. 
Finally, it was your turn to be greeted by the preacher, and you were struck uncharacteristically silent by him. His voice, a deep baritone timbre, got under your skin as he greeted your mother with a kiss, and he gave your father a firm handshake. “And who do we have here?” Father James Bower asked, his steel-blue eyes cutting you with his gaze. 
You could tell instantly: this man would be trouble. “This is our daughter,” your mother said. “Visiting from college.” 
“Ah, yes,” Father James said, his lips stretching into a smile. He took your hand in his, his skin rough and dry but lovely to feel, and he pressed his lips to your fingers, greeting you with an old-fashioned kiss. “Your mother told me stories about you.” 
“Good stories, I hope?” you chuckled lightly, and Father James’ smile stayed as he dropped your hand. 
“Only the best,” he told you. 
“I’ve heard about you too, Father James,” you said, and you watched something flicker in his eyes, a quiet kind of recognition, although what he was recognizing, you had no idea. 
“Good things?” he teased, and you smiled coyly at him. Two could play that game. 
“Oh, no, awful things,” you said, and your mother laughed. “Just the worst.” 
“I guess I’ll have to redeem myself,” Father James said. “I think Marjorie saved you lot a seat in the front; what a dear.” Your mother and father surged ahead, finding the seats that Father James indicated, but a quick and tight grip to your wrist kept you in place. 
Father James held you back, his thumb smoothing nicely down your wrist, and he lifted your hand back to his mouth, kissing your fingers again. “And that’ll be Jamie to you, love,” he said softly, barely loud enough for you to hear. “You can drop that James business.” 
“If you say so, Father” you said softly. 
“Don’t call me that, either,” he said. “Just Jamie.” 
“Jamie,” you said and you sighed out a deep breath. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
The service was odd. By all accounts, it was a perfectly good service, normal by all means, but something about the young and handsome Father James (or Jamie, as he told you) leading the sermon was different in a way that you couldn’t tell if you liked or not. Your mother was right— he obviously cared about what he preached, that morning’s work set on the sin of temptation, and he raised his voice and delivered his sermon with an expert hand. 
But he was looking at you the whole time. He was borderline staring at you, and you shifted in your seat, wondering what was the matter. Of course, you could think the obvious— that he was thinking of you as he preached on temptation, you, the pretty young thing that had walked through his doors— but it felt wrong to even consider that Jamie would stoop that low. He was a man of God, no matter how unconventional he looked with his rings and gold bracelets and the tattoos on his middle fingers.
You got to speak with him further after the service, while everyone was leaving the house of God. You stepped outside with a shiver, despite the sticky heat, and your mother grabbed your hand as she told you that she was going to bring the car around. “Maybe you should go to talk to James,” she said. “He always looks so lonely, and it seems like he likes you.”
“Likes me?” you echoed. 
“He didn’t kiss my hand twice,” your mother said with a shrug. “He didn’t ask me to call him Jamie.” You followed your mother’s gaze to just on the other side of the small wooden bridge, to a little garden, where Jamie stood, looking out of place in his all-black attire, looking down at the ground as his hand rubbed his chin. 
“Are you encouraging me to find romance with your preacher?” you asked with a smile, and your mother rolled her eyes. 
“Maybe not romance,” she said. “You’re too young for that. But friendship, definitely.” 
You weren’t too young for that, you knew it, but you understood what she meant. Don’t fall in love with the preacher. That should be easy. You approached him quietly, not wanting to startle him if he was lost in thought, but he turned those devilish steel-blue eyes to you in an instant. “You,” he said lightly, dropping his hand. 
“Me,” you shrugged. “I, umm, really liked your sermon.” 
“Thank you, love,” Jamie said. A moment passed where he watched you, and he suddenly said, “You’re lying to your parents.” 
“Excuse me?” you asked. “What do you mean—”
“You don’t go to church when you’re at university,” Jamie said quickly. “I can tell, you looked completely lost the whole time.” 
“Is it that obvious?” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around yourself, and, when Jamie nodded, you muttered, “Fuck!” 
“How long are you in town?” Jamie asked. His hands drifted to his pants, digging into his pocket, and he extracted a lean carton of cigarettes, along with a lighter. He was quick to push a cigarette in-between his lips, and you watched as he lit it up. 
“Oh!” you said quickly. You were staring, just like he was. “Umm, just until Friday.”
“One more week,” Jamie laughed, blowing the smoke from his mouth. “I bet you can’t wait to go back to your friends and your little sinful ways, can you?” 
“What makes you think I live in sin?” you asked. The exchange felt playful, not necessarily too mean-spirited, and Jamie grinned around his cigarette. 
“I know girls like you,” he said. “You wear your little dresses and sing your little hymns, but it’s all a disguise to cover up the way you really live. I bet you’ve even kissed a boy, haven’t you?” He put on a shocked look, like he was truly disappointed, and it made you laugh.
“You’ve got me figured out,” you chuckled. Then, a boldness washed over you, and you couldn’t control the way you added, “And I’ve done a lot more than kiss a few boys.” 
Jamie raised his dark eyebrows at you, plucking his cigarette from between his lips. “You have?” he asked. “Anything you need to repent for? I am a preacher, after all, I can help.” 
“No, nothing like that. I just…” You shrugged, and mumbled, “Okay. You’ve got me. I haven’t done anything like that.” 
“Why did you say you did?” Jamie asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. 
“I don’t know,” you mumbled. “To make you like me, I guess. Guys like girls who know about that stuff, right?”
“Oh, little lamb,” Jamie cooed softly. “I used to run around with some bad guys when I was your age, I’ve got the marks to prove it,  and I had my fill of girls who were trying to impress me. I like you more, knowing that you’re a good girl who hasn’t done anything of that sort.” He smoked for a moment, blowing it at the ground, and he added, “You should be going.” 
“Why?” you asked. “Have I done something wrong?” 
“No, you didn’t,” Jamie said. “But I might.”
“What do you mean?” you asked. 
“I really want to kiss you,” Jamie told you, and your heart slammed against your ribcage at his confession. 
“Is that…” you began. “Is that allowed?”
“Allowed, yes,” Jamie said slowly, as if choosing his words carefully. “But, frowned upon? Very much so.” 
“Why?” you asked. “Is it me?” 
“No, darling, it’s not you,” Jamie said. “I’m a man of God. I can’t just kiss any girl, I need to have intentions about it, and my intentions… My thoughts about you… Are less than worthy of a man like myself.” 
Lightning rocked your belly, and you took a step backwards. “Oh,” you said. “I understand. Umm… Yeah, it’ll be good if I leave.” Jamie nodded silently in agreement, finishing up his cigarette, and you mumbled, “Will I see you on Wednesday? At night service? I bet my parents will make me go.” 
“Yes, you will,” Jamie replied. He hesitated for a moment, his mouth open, obviously wanting to say something, and he finally added, “Wear something white.” 
“Why?”
Jamie looked at you with those paralyzing blue eyes, and he said, “You’re as beautiful as an angel. You should dress like one.” 
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You hardly got any sleep that night. Between bouts of nightmares— nothing you could remember but left you with a nasty feeling when you woke up hyperventilating— you were plagued by the idea of Jamie. 
Every time you closed your eyes, you could only see him. His blond hair, his blue eyes, his plush lips, that smile that bordered goodness and badness. As you laid awake in your small bed, the tiny one you had grown up in, you wondered what he was doing. Was he asleep, as you too should be? Maybe he was up, working on a sermon. A selfish part of you allowed yourself to think that, perhaps, he was awake, thinking of you. 
That idea made your thighs tingle. You knew how terrible it was to think of your preacher like that, but he had said it himself. His intentions with you weren’t worthy of a man of God. Jamie had basically confessed to wanting to kiss you and maybe even more, and you hadn’t been brave enough to challenge him on it. You regretted your timidness, and you buried your head under your pillow as you tried to get any sleep at all.
This routine continued for days. Nightmares, then Jamie. Jamie, then more nightmares. You didn’t see him during the day, so you were left with only the memory of your two tiny interactions. You could remember the way his blond hair had swayed in the wind as he smoked, the faint hint of his cologne carrying on the air as he kissed your hand; you couldn’t escape him. You knew that, the next time you saw him, you had to tell him. 
Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait long to see Jamie. Wednesday night came around quickly, and you tore apart your closet looking for the little white sundress that you knew you still had from when you were in high school. You’re as beautiful as an angel, his accent rang in your head as you tugged the dress over your head, and you sighed at yourself in the mirror. The irony wasn’t lost on you— dressing like an angel, yet still tempting the preacher. You wondered what he would do when he saw you; would he try to kiss you again? Maybe he wouldn’t do anything, and he would keep up the game of cat and mouse that you had. Honestly, you liked it. Being wanted was nice, but there was something fun about being desired and not being allowed to act on those desires. It made everything sweeter. 
Your parents didn’t say anything as you exited your room, grabbing a thin sweater just in case it was cold in the sanctuary (it never was, but your mother urged you to come prepared). The car ride was quiet, and your hands shook as your father parked in the small lot, steadying yourself for meeting Jamie. 
He stood at the door to the church again, greeting everyone as they came in. He wore a dark wide-brimmed hat, his usual suit, the shirt buttons done all the way up to his slender throat. He looked cool and smooth, and he grinned like a cat when he saw you. You had never felt more like a mouse in your life, and you gratefully took his hand into yours. 
“My, oh my,” Jamie said, his eyes scanning your frame. You should have felt uncomfortable under his gaze, but you didn’t, despite the obviously hungry look in his light eyes. Even if he hadn't told you about his intentions, it wouldn't be hard to figure out why he was looking at you. “Who is this vision in white I see before me?” 
Your face went warm, and you managed to mutter out, “Thank you, Father.” Jamie did his usual kisses to your fingers, which only served to make your face go even hotter. You felt like everyone was looking at you but somehow, Jamie’s soft eyes soothed you. It seemed like nothing bad could happen so long as you were in Jamie's arms. Knowing this, you tugged him close by his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to his smooth cheek, and you heard him draw in a quick breath at your meager affection. 
“Thank you, little lamb,” Jamie told you. His cheeks tinged just a shade of pink, not even enough to really call it a blush— if you didn’t know any better, you would have attributed it to the heat and dry air. “I’d like to speak to you after the service, if that’s possible.” 
“Of course,” you told him. “Am I in trouble?” 
“Oh, no,” Jamie said. “Quite the opposite. I’d like to discuss our relationship; or where I’d like it to go, that is.”
You swallowed thickly, nervously, and you said, “Alright. I’ll see you then.”
Like on Sunday, Jamie’s sermon was beautiful. He spoke with power and grace, and you could hardly believe it when the end of it came. You could watch him speak for hours and never get bored of it. You stayed sitting in the pew as your parents stood, and your mother furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Are you alright?” she asked, and you picked at the bottom of your dress. 
“Yeah,” you replied. “I’m alright. Jamie just said he wanted to talk to me after the sermon.”
“Oh,” your mother said. “What about?”
“I’m not sure,” you lied. “I think he might try to ask me on a date.” 
Your mother ground her back teeth; you could see her annoyance. “Make good decisions with him,” she said. “Don’t let him be let astray.” 
“I won’t, Mom,” you told her, your stomach twisting. You knew that you absolutely were leading him astray, but maybe he had a good plan on how to keep your relationship pure. Based on the way he was talking to you on Sunday, though, there was no way you could stay pure with him. “Jamie is good, I won’t do anything bad to him.” 
Jamie stood at his altar as everyone slowly filed out, making kind conversation with the people who approached him, and you watched him as you chewed on your bottom lip. He looked so good, and you crossed your legs as you waited. Finally, the last person left, the heavy wooden doors banging closed behind them, and Jamie turned his gaze towards you. 
Silently, he stepped away from the altar and towards you, the heavy heels of his boots clicking against the creaky wood floors. “You look beautiful,” Jamie told you as he sat down next to you, pulling off his hat and ruffling up his blond hair. 
You nodded anxiously. “You do too,” you told him. “Very handsome.” 
“Thank you, little lamb,” Jamie said. “Now, I wanted to speak to you about… Us. I think it’s obvious that I can’t go on being polite and nice with you.” 
“Is it?” you asked. “I mean, you said you wanted to kiss me—“
“You sweet girl,” Jamie said with a little pout. “Did you really not know? I want to ruin you.” 
“Oh,” you said sharply. “I-I mean, I figured, but I didn’t want to say anything and assume a-and then make a fool out of myself.” 
“No fools here,” Jamie said. His hand touched your thigh, his hand impossibly warm against you, and you laid a gentle hand on top of his, letting your fingers nudge his. “I like knowing what you’re thinking. Tell me what’s on your mind.” 
“Honestly?” you asked with a sigh, and Jamie nodded. “How badly I wish you would kiss me.” 
Quickly, he leaned into you, and he pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle and simple, and you leaned into him as his hand raised to gently touch your cheek. His rings were cool against your skin, and you pressed yourself closer to him as he held you carefully. He tasted like cigarettes and warm skin, all man and all Jamie, and he gently smoothed his teeth against your bottom lip, biting just enough to make you smile, before he fell away from you. He didn’t pull away completely, though, touching his forehead against yours and taking a deep breath. “Good,” he whispered. “Now I’d like to do something else.” 
“What is that?” you asked. 
“I think I’d like to make love to you,” Jamie told you. “Only if you want that, though.” 
You nodded quickly. “I want that,” you told him. “But, um, I’m a little nervous.” 
“Because you’ve never done it before?” Jamie asked, and you nodded quickly. “We don’t have to. I’d be happy to take you to dinner and drop you off back at your house, leaving you completely intact.” 
“Or…” you started. “You could fuck me here and now, and give into temptation.” 
“Oh, I’d love to do that,” Jamie said softly. He tilted his head, as if contemplating kissing you again. “I’d really love to… Tell me to stop and I will.” 
“I won’t,” you breathed, and you met him for another kiss. This one was instantly more, instantly hungrier, his warm tongue snaking between your lips and into your mouth as he held you close. His hands grabbed your waist and he tugged you close, and he broke the kiss to take a deep breath. His hands smoothed down to your thighs, and he pulled you into his lap, your legs parting wide to envelop his hips. He pulled at your pretty sundress as he kissed you again, and you carded your fingers through his hair as he claimed you again, chasing you into a hungry kiss. 
Your hips rocked down onto his as your knees pressed into the hard wood of the pew, aching just a little, and Jamie’s hand pressed into your ass and shoved your hips down onto him as his bucked up into you. You felt his hardness through his trousers, pressing up into you, and you gasped at the feeling. “How long’s it been?” you whispered, and Jamie pressed his forehead to yours again before stealing another quick kiss. 
“Years,” he mumbled. “S’nice not to have to do this myself.” 
“You masturbate?” you asked with a giggle. “Naughty preacher.” 
You yelped as his hand came down onto your ass, spanking you hard, the sound of it reverberating through the empty sanctuary. “I’m a grown man,” he growled through gritted teeth. “I have needs. As of Sunday, though, I’ve been insatiable.” 
“Lucky me,” you smiled, and Jamie gave you a half-smile, more of a smirk than anything. “You gonna fuck me hard?” 
“Keep talking to me like that and I just might,” Jamie chuckled. “You have no idea what I’ve imagined as I fucked my hand. It’s like I told you, I want to ruin you.” 
“Ruin me,” you begged him, leaning forward and kissing his smooth neck. Your hands fell from his hair and down to his shirt, and you started to unbutton his shirt. The more skin you exposed, the more ink you saw, and you gaped at him as you smoothed your hands down his shaved chest. He was covered in tattoos, all on his chest and sternum and belly, and your mouth watered at the sight of them. “Oh my God…” 
“I told you, I used to run around with a bad crowd,” Jamie told you, his hands pressing upwards into your dress. “Rock music and girls, it was… But this is better. You are better than all of that.” 
“You flatter me,” you laughed. “You haven’t had me yet.” 
Jamie shrugged. “I know a good fuck when I see one,” he said. “Old habits die hard, I guess.” 
“Stop it,” you mumbled as you blushed,  and Jamie grabbed handfuls of your ass, rucking your dress up past your hips. “What made you want to join the church?” 
“I grew up going,” Jamie told you as your hands fell to his pants, playing with his belt but not undoing it. Your heart beat deep inside your chest at the prospect of undressing him and seeing his cock, a sort of anxious glee making your heart race, and you listened intently as Jamie told you his story. “Me, my brothers… But when I was young, your age, I rebelled against it and had a sinful lifestyle, all of that that I told you about… But I got tired of that. I got tired of existing just for pleasure and sin, and I turned back to the church to guide me. But then you— You came into my life just a few days ago, and I already know that you’re what I was made for. I was made to guide you, to help you… I’m not supposed to be here like this, but I can pray for forgiveness for this one night.” 
“I’ve never believed in this sort of stuff,” you admitted. “But maybe, with your guidance, I can find a way to come back home.” 
“I’d do anything for you,” Jamie said. “Now, little lamb, I need to be inside you.” 
“Need you too,” you mumbled, and you finally resolved yourself to open his pants. You undid his belt and tugged it out of the loops, and your fingers shakily went for the button and zipper, pulling it down. “Jamie, I’m a little nervous.” 
“That’s okay,” Jamie said. “That makes me feel better, I’m terrified. But I need you more than I’m scared of you.” 
“Me too,” you told him. You took a deep breath and reached your hand down into his trousers, and your hand was quickly filled by his hard cock. He felt thick and heavy and hot, and you pulled him from out of his pants to get a proper look at him. His cock was flushed red, uncut, with a bead of creamy pre-cum already leaking from his tip. “Oh, wow.” 
“Like what you see?” Jamie chuckled. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a girl all mooney-eyed over my cock. I almost missed it.” 
“It looks really…” you started. “Umm… Big. Will it fit?” 
Jamie laughed, his big smile on display for you. “Will it fit?” he repeated. “Of course it will. I’ll make it.” 
Your skin prickled at his words, and his hands moved from your ass to your front, nudging your panties aside with his slender fingers. His rough fingertips slipped against your skin, feeling you and the little bit of wetness that you had leaking from you. You had been wet ever since Jamie had first kissed you, and Jamie leaned up and gave you another quick kiss as his fingers danced at your cunt. “Are you ready, little lamb?” Jamie asked, and you nodded quickly before he sank one, long finger inside you. 
You gasped, grabbing hard at his shoulders to keep yourself upright, and Jamie leaned in and kissed at your neck as his finger stroked you from the inside. “Jamie!” you squealed, and he grinned into your neck. 
“Does that feel good, little lamb?” he whispered, and you nodded, digging your nails into his skin. “Good, good girl. Make it hurt, baby.” 
“Jamie,” you groaned as he withdrew from you for a moment before pushing back in, fucking you slowly on his finger. “Want more, God.” 
Jamie continued to kiss your neck as he pushed in a second finger, the stretch of your pussy around him making you whimper in pain and pleasure. Make it hurt, he said. It certainly did, but you loved it. You looked down at yourself, and you drank in the sight of his tattooed fingers plunging deep inside you, the cross on his middle finger shining with your wet. It was so sinful, but Jamie was right; you could pray for forgiveness and God would grant it. Maybe you could even pray together. 
“Need you,” you moaned and worked your hips down onto his fingers, taking him deeper. Your body craved him in a way you had never felt before, hot and needy, and you squirmed in his arms as you tried to get more of him. 
“It’ll hurt if I fuck you now,” Jamie told you, and you kissed him deep, tasting every inch of his mouth. He grunted a bit, then tugged away from your mouth, and he pulled his fingers from you, pressing his hands to either side of your face. “Darling, I know you’re needy, such a sweet little thing you are, but I’ll fuck you when I’m ready. And I’m not ready yet.” 
You pouted and whined, and Jamie pouted back at you, mocking you. “I know, little lamb,” he said. “But I want to take my time with you and savor my sin.” 
“Savor your sin,” you scoffed. “Please, Jamie, I’m ready!”
“I like the way you say my name,” Jamie mumbled, as if he were really thinking about it, and his hands danced in your hair, pushing it back from your face. “If I put my cock in you now, you mustn't get upset at how quickly I finish… It’s been years for me.” 
“I won’t,” you said softly. “I won’t be upset with you.” 
“Alright,” Jamie agreed. “Open your legs a little wider, you’re gonna ride my cock.” 
You did as he told you, parting your thighs even more severely than before, and he grabbed tight at your hips. He guided your hips with his strong grip, his azure eyes watching your every move, and you held his shoulders tightly as he touched the burning head of his cock to your quivering hole. “You ready?” he asked, and you nodded eagerly, your belly flipping. It was really about to happen; you were really about to give your virginity to your preacher. And, God, you had never wanted anything so badly. “Put your full weight on me, don’t be afraid to.” 
“Okay,” you agreed, and Jamie continued his guidance, pulling you down further and further, his hot cock sliding between your sticky folds and into you. The first intrusion punched the breath from your lungs, and you gasped, and Jamie smiled wickedly. This man was no angel; he was a devil, maybe even the Devil, come to corrupt you and bring you into his palace of sin. You loved the hot flame in your chest, and you sealed your fate with a kiss, biting his plush bottom lip. 
“My sweet lamb,” Jamie mumbled, pulling his lips from your teeth. “Feels like heaven inside you… Fuck, this is just what I wanted.”
Without warning, Jamie bucked his hips up into you, burying himself up to his balls inside your cunt, and you gasped loudly at the sudden fullness. You had never realized how empty you felt until you were full of him, and suddenly the world seemed to snap into sharp perspective. Your life had been dull without him, not so shiny and bright; your life, you, had been empty. It wasn’t God’s love that could fix this feeling; it was Jamie’s love. Intentions be damned, you needed him. You would get on your knees and worship your lover and, knowing him, he would relish the prayers of his name and make you pray louder. 
“Jamie,” you whimpered, hanging your head and hiding in his warm neck. He smelled good, like the musk of a man and cigarettes and cologne, and your cunt throbbed around him. He was unmoving inside of you, letting you adjust to the size and feel of him, and you tugged at the blond ends of his hair. If you looked closely, really studied him, you saw that there was a hint of mousy-brown peeking from his scalp. Dyed hair; not what he seemed, a wolf in sheeps’ clothing, intent on devouring innocent little lambs. “Jamie!” 
“That’s it, little lamb,” Jamie whispered, kissing the side of your face as he grabbed hard at your ass, surely leaving bruises in his wake. “Who’s fucking you, love?” 
“You!” you sobbed. You felt tears prick at your eyes, and Jamie’s controlling ways came back, tugging you up on his cock until only the head of him remained inside you, then he pushed you back down, burying himself deep inside you once more. “Jamie, God!”
“Which one?” Jamie growled in your ear. “Me or Him?”
“You!” you cried again. “Always you! I’ll always choose you.” 
“Good girl,” Jamie told you, and his hand landed on your ass in a quick smack. It stung, but it only heightened your sinful pleasure, and you moaned as you allowed your tears to fall. “Confess your sins to your god, tell me what you’ve done.” 
“I lie,” you whimpered. “I cheat, I steal. I’ve done so bad, please forgive me.” 
“Good fuckin’ girl,” Jamie grumbled in your ear, and he bit your neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin. You knew he was leaving his mark, dark and ugly, on your skin, but, for someone as beautiful as he was, it would be alright. Your ground your hips down onto him, feeling his cock throb inside you, and his hands fell from your hips to stretch along the top of the pew, pressing his fingernails into the polished wood. His head tilted back just so, exposing the smooth and pale column of his throat, and he moaned softly, lightly. “Just like that, love. You’ll make me cum quick like this… I’ll forgive you, darling, you’ve done no wrong in my eyes. All the best lambs are led astray at times, it takes a powerful shepard to bring them back.”
“And that’s you?” you sniffled. 
Jamie’s head whipped up, his fallen eyes snapping open, and he examined your face, the tears streaming down your cheeks and your sputtery lips. You gasped out a sob, still riding his cock, and Jamie touched his hands to your arms, pulling them around his neck. Your front pressed against his, the straps of your dress falling from your shoulders, and Jamie laid a gentle kiss on your spit-covered mouth. “That’s me, lamb,” he said. “So long as you pray to me, I’ll lead you where you should be.” 
“Jamie,” you keened into his warm hands, feeling them explore your body, up your dress and down the front of it. Even his fingers were greedy, and you balked at the touch of him to that special nerve, sending shocks down your spine. “Jamie! Oh my God, fuck!” 
“Keep saying my name,” he said. “You’re doing so well for me. When we’re done here, I’ll take you home, have you pray to me all night. Would you like that? Just you and your god, all alone, worshipping me as I worship your body?”
“Yes!” you sobbed. His cock was so deep inside you, driving you wild, and you squeezed your arms around his neck to draw him into a kiss. Now you were the greedy one, chasing him with a million kisses, and Jamie smiled his winning grin. 
“Already devoted,” he said. “You’ll never stray very far again, will you?”
“Not as long as you fuck me like this,” you told him, and his fingers continued their harsh circles on your clit. Your cunt spasmed at the feeling, your entire body unsure what to do with itself, and you could taste your oncoming orgasm. You could tell that your lover, your god, was close too, and he gnashed his teeth as he pinched your thigh, making your legs open wider. 
“I’ll fuck you better,” he said. “In bed, I’ll kiss you all over and really worship you, I’ll take my time with you. Fuck, sweet thing, I’m cumming inside, I have to.”
“Please,” you begged him. “Give it to me, please, I need it.”
“I’ll worship you all night,” Jamie whispered, controlling your body as you rode him. His hot cock was heavy as he fucked in and out, the drag of him making you feel lightheaded, and you sniffled up your tears as Jamie whispered in your ear. “You’d like that, won’t you? Just you and me…” His eyes squeezed shut, his eyebrows lifting in ecstasy, and, when he spoke next, he was breathless. “I’m cumming, lamb, I’m—”
You felt his release coat your walls, your throbbing cunt milking him for every drop, and you moaned with him, singing your holy hymn. His fingers rubbed you through his orgasm, drawing you to your own finish, and your hips stuttered as you squealed and, for the first time, came. The hot lightning prodded at your thighs and belly and the base of your spine, and you gushed around him, covering you and him with your release. Your breaths came in short gasps as you tried to control your quivering body, and Jamie held you close, matching his breathing to yours. His inked chest was slick with sweat as he pressed himself against you, and you shucked off his jacket and unbuttoned shirt to get to his bare skin. Jamie laughed at you and smoothed his hand down your hair, and he kissed your forehead. 
“Good, good,” he whispered. “Such a good girl. Come here, you’re just shaking like a little leaf.” 
Jamie’s grip was tight around you as he held you, his cock now soft inside you, but he made no move to pull out. “Not exactly immaculate,” he mumbled, and he placed a kiss below your ear. “But it’ll do.” 
“Yes,” you gasped. “Oh, God, I love you.” 
“I love you so much,” Jamie whispered. “My sweet lamb. Come home with me, please, let me worship you.” 
“Of course,” you said. “Anything for you. Only…” 
“What?” Jamie asked. "What's wrong?"
“I think my parents are waiting for me,” you mumbled. “I told them that you were wanting to speak with me and nothing more.” 
“Hmm,” Jamie huffed quickly. “What a talk, huh?”
You giggled, and Jamie helped you up, your legs shaking as you stood. He fell from inside you, his soft cock just as beautiful as him hard, and you both busied yourself with fixing yourselves back into a presentable state. Jamie replaced his wide-brimmed hat to hide his messy hair, but there was no hiding what he had done to you. Bites on your neck, marks on your skin, bruises on your thighs. If this was what worship with him was like, it might be worth it to invest in a good painkiller. 
“Jamie?” you said softly, touching your tender neck, and he stood to his full height, examining you. He tsk-ed his tongue a few times as his fingers touched your neck as well, and he reached for your abandoned sweater, helping you pull it on.
“It won’t hide them,” Jamie started. “But it’ll do.” His shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, the solid black heart on his chest visible through the gap, and you smiled at the thought of him. Your handsome man, your God, your inked and pierced and tatted rock-and-roll God. “I don’t mean to scare you with this, lamb, but if you think that this life would suit you, we could… Well, let’s say that you might not be leaving on Friday.” 
“No?” you asked. “I’d be staying here with you, I suppose?” 
“Only if you’d like,” Jamie said quickly. “If you want, you can go back to your life in the big city and forget about this small town, it’s what I would do.” 
“But what if I don’t want that?” you asked. “What if I want to be… I don’t know, your muse? Your Mother Mary? What is a simple girl to a god?”
“You can be whatever you wish to be,” Jamie told you. “I’d marry you right now, in fact, to keep you. But I guess we should probably try to at least act like we’re courting like a normal couple instead of getting married within three days of knowing each other.”
“But couples back then used to do that all the time,” you said quickly. The thought of marriage excited you, wearing his ring and carrying his name and maybe even his child; it was all so invigorating. “My grandfather proposed to my grandmother after a week of meeting her.” 
“A week does not three days make, little lamb,” Jamie chuckled. “How about this? We’re together, using whatever title you’d like and makes you comfortable, and, after enough time, we can tell the church that we’re getting married.” 
“How much time is that?” you asked. 
“Enough time for those hickies to fade, at least,” Jamie said, pressing his thumb to one of the marks on your neck. “Does that sound nice?” 
“Yes,” you said. “It does.” 
Jamie walked you to the front door of the church and he opened the door for you. You saw your parents’ car idling in the small lot, all alone, but, before you could say anything, Jamie pressed his palm to your cheek and kissed you gently. Only his lips pressed to yours, no snaking tongue or wandering hands, and you gasped gently. “Jamie, my parents can see—“
“This was our first kiss,” he told you quickly. “We spoke about how you wished to be closer to God, and I asked you to dinner, and I couldn’t control my urges and kissed you. Now, I’ll make a face and turn away, regretting what I’ve done.” 
“What an actor I’ve got,” you giggled, and Jamie smiled against your mouth. The kiss finally broke, and Jamie smoothed down his jacket on his body as he assumed the anxious energy of a man who wasn’t sure of his actions. “When will I see you next?” you asked. 
“Tonight,” Jamie said. “For dinner. I’ll pick you up at your house.”
“Alright,” you said. “Umm… Goodbye, my God.” 
“Goodbye, my lamb,” Jamie said, and you felt his steely blue gaze on you as you turned and made quick time to your car, sliding into the backseat. 
“So,” your mother said slowly as you slammed the car door shut. “You and Father James…” 
“He said he could see me struggling with my faith,” you lied quickly, your neck burning with the marks he gave you. If you craned your head and looked at yourself in the rearview mirror, you could even see the red patches that would bloom to purple overnight. “And he helped me pray.” 
“And what else?” 
You swallowed thickly. “He asked me to dinner,” you said carefully. 
“Did he?” your mother asked smoothly. “Anything other than that kiss?”
“I-I didn’t ask for him to,” you said quickly. “He just… Did. And he apologized for it.” 
“Are you still going to dinner with him?” your mother asked, and you nodded quickly. “Be careful. Father James might be a holy man, but he’s still just a man. I just don’t want you to get hurt.” 
“I won’t get hurt,” you said. “Not so long as I have him by my side.”
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Vanity Fair Lie Detector Interview w/ Jamie Campbell Bower and You
hello! I've had this idea for like almost a year now lol. this is very dialogue heavy, there's not much description, but I felt like it kind of had to be, since it's just back and forth questions? idk, it's not my best work, but the idea is sickeningly cute and I needed to get it out. anyway, hope you enjoy it! <3 warnings: none! just fluff, ST4 costar!reader, gender neutral reader (pls let me know if I missed any gendered terms!)
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As part of your Stranger Things press tour following the release of Vol. 2, you and your co-star Jamie were appearing on the lie detector interview. Entering the set, it was dark, with just a single overhead light hanging above a metal table. You and Jamie sat in chairs in front of the table as you filmed the intro for the video.
"Which one of you would like to go first?" The producer asked off camera.
You both turned to look at each other, nervously smiling. You shuffled your feet against the floor.
"Uh...I guess I'll go." You shrugged. "I'll just rip the band aid off."
The camera cut and the polygraph examiner set up as you and Jamie took your places on either side of the metal table.
"I feel like I'm looking at 25 to life or something right now." You chuckled as the polygraph examiner finished hooking you up to the machine.
"Are you nervous?" Jamie smiled at you from across the table.
"I'm sweating!"
Jamie cleared his throat, adjusting his posture to sit up straight, smirking as he tried to look intimidating. Your lips scrunched into a thin line as your eyes widened, showing your anxious anticipation.
"Okay...first question: is today June 8th, 2022?" He read from the cards in his hands.
"Yes." You stated.
"Were you in season 4 of Stranger Things?"
"I was." You smiled.
"Did you always want to be an actor growing up?"
"Uh...y-yeah. I would say yes." You nodded. "One of the things I wanted to be, anyway."
"What else would you have wanted to be?"
"Uh, well I still do music, but I wanted to be a famous musician. For a hot second I wanted to be a museum curator." You smiled.
"Have you ever googled yourself to see what people think of your work?"
You laughed and then hung your head. "I have! I need the validation..."
"I'm British, and you're American. Do you think I do a good American accent?" He chuckled.
You paused, sucking in a breath jokingly before smiling. "No, I'm kidding. You do have a decently good one, actually. Yeah."
Jamie gave you a side eye and looked at the polygraph examiner, who sat still staring at the paper and moving dowels. He looked back at you and nodded judgingly.
"Do you remember your first celebrity crush?" Jamie smiled.
"Yes."
"Who was it?"
You let out a breath, a slight smile flashing across your lips. "Um, I think it was like, Orlando Bloom?" You laughed. "Man, him as a blonde elf, y'know?"
Jamie chuckled at your answer before glancing down to his cards and looking back up. He smirked. "Do you have a current celebrity crush?"
"Uh...yes." You pursed your lips, taken aback by the question slightly.
Jamie cocked an eyebrow, leaning closer over the table. "And who is your current celebrity crush?" He smirked.
Your eyes went wide and you felt your cheeks immediately blush. You glanced over to the polygraph examiner, laughing nervously. It was him. Ever since the day he walked into the table read, you were enamored with his beauty, inside and out. You were secretly so excited to be paired with him for these press events, despite not having much screen time with him. You hoped your feelings wouldn't be obvious, but now, being hooked up to a lie detector, you felt like you weren't able to hide it at all.
"Oh god...haha...uhh..." You looked back at Jamie, eyebrows high, biting your lips slightly. "Well...uh, all I'll say is... they're in the room currently..." You smiled shyly, averting your eyes.
You could feel the warmth of Jamie's smile that grew across his face. "I didn't know you felt that away about the polygraph man." He chuckled.
You looked up, seeing his cheeks lightly blushed. You giggled, looking over at the smiling polygraph examiner. "I'm glad I could finally let him know." You looked back to Jamie.
"Well...I'm sure he's absolutely flattered." He held your gaze for a moment before taking in a deep breath and looking back down at his cards. "Okay, last question... Would you say you're cooler than your character in Stranger Things?"
You laughed. "Oh god... Absolutely. They're much cooler than me, yes."
"Did you lie at any point during this interview that we didn't catch?" He asked, narrowing his eyes and leaning forward.
You grimaced, looking over to the polygraph examiner. "I don't think so, no. I didn't lie."
He gave a thumbs up and you jokingly exhaled a sigh of relief. The camera cut, and the crew came around you, setting up the next shot for Jamie to be in the hot seat. There wasn't much time for conversation as they worked around you, which you were slightly thankful for, given your admission. Though, you both did exchange a few soft glances and warm smiles, which made you feel less embarrassed. The two of you switched seats and the camera started rolling as the polygraph examiner hooked Jamie up to the machine.
"You're right, this is very surreal." Jamie laughed, looking at the equipment put on him.
"Are you nervous?"
"Maybe...I don't know yet." He smiled, settling into the seat with the wires now on him.
"You should be." You winked and brought the cards up in front of you. "Alright, is your name Jamie Campbell Bower?"
He nodded. "Yes."
"Were you born in London, England?"
"Yes."
"You played Vecna in the new season of Stranger Things, as well as a member of the Volturi in Twilight. Would you consider yourself a good villain?"
Jamie's face twisted into a thought. "Oh wow. I mean...I don't think me, personally, as a villain. I try not to be! But I suppose the villain is fun to play, definitely. I guess I play the villain well, yes."
"You've been in a number of cancelled projects. Do you think you make bad career choices?" You tried to hold back your laughter.
He laughed out loud. "Thanks for bringing it up, love. Uh...no. I think they were all projects I really believed in and felt a connection to. I chose them because I enjoyed them. So no, I don't think that."
"You have made music with bands The Darling Buds, Counterfeit, and as a solo act. Would you want to be a full-time musician if you weren't an actor?"
He thought for a moment. "I suppose, yes. But I really couldn't imagine one without the other. They're both so deeply part of me. So...yes and no?"
"Do you secretly hate the Duffer brothers for making you go through 8 hours of prosthetics to play Vecna instead of just making it CGI?"
Jamie laughed again. "No! I don't!" He looked over to the polygraph examiner.
"He's telling the truth." He said flatly.
"Phew...I still have a job, good." He jokingly wiped his brow. "No, I think the choice to have it be almost entirely practical effects really made all the difference for you know, my scene partners, as well as for my own ability to get into character."
"Did you take anything from set that no one gave you permission to take?"
"Uh....n-no...no, I don't think I took anything without permission... I hope not?"
You looked down to the cards in your hand, scanning the questions listed. But you had an idea.
Well, payback time for me. Who's your current celebrity crush, then?" You smirked, narrowing your eyes.
He rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair with a smile. "Oh god. Yeah, yeah...I guess fair is fair." He leaned forward. "Well, um...I'm looking it at them." He smiled shyly.
Your mouth hung open, lilting up at the ends in euphoric shock. You bit your lip, letting the full smile overtake your face, stinging your cheeks. "Oh...is that so?" You giggled.
"We can defer to the polygraph man." He gestured over as you both looked to the man sat in front of the machine.
He smiled, looking back over to you, nodding. "He's telling the truth."
"Oh...well, I guess that's-that's convenient isn't it?" You giggled, feeling your cheeks flush.
"Did we just become a couple in this interview?" Jamie laughed.
"I think we did." You shook your head in disbelief, joining him in his laughter.
"Wow, this was much more affective than Tinder, this is what everyone should be doing." He gestured to the lie detector equipment.
"And on camera, too." You gave finger guns to the camera, giving a wink. "Um...but okay. Wow... Well, final question: Did you lie at any point during this interview and we didn't catch it?"
Jamie shook his head. "No, I don't believe I told any lies."
The polygraph examiner nodded, backing up that Jamie had not told lies. You smiled, setting the cards down, laying your hands on the table. Jamie smiled and reached across, taking your hands in his. The camera cut and the crew swelled around, taking the lie detector equipment away and setting up for you two to film the outro to the video.
The crew set the chairs back to the front of the table and had you two sit their once again. The producer called to roll the camera and let you know to start.
"Well, this has been Lie Detector Interview, or Lie Detector Matchmaker I guess." Jamie chimed. You burst out laughing, nudging Jamie's shoulder. "I thought this would be terrifying, but it actually went quite well I'd say." He looked to you.
You nodded. "Better than I would have expected." You smiled up at him. "Thanks so much for having us, Vanity Fair! This has been lovely!"
You both held your hands up, intertwined with the other, before leaning against one another with smiles on both of your faces.
"This is video is going to break the internet." Jamie whispered, leaning into your ear, drawing a delighted laugh from you just as they cut the camera.
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There are plenty of ways to get back at Jamie for what he did to me. This was war.
Yesterday, after teasing me all day he brought me to his bedroom. I was so ready to be destroyed, but he fingered me until I almost finished and stopped short and left. It was just cruel.
Ideas wracked my head of ways to get back at him until I came up with a good one. A letter. A very dirty letter I would give to him at the beginning of his interview. That would drive him crazy, so I got to writing.
Dear James Metcalfe Campbell Bower,
...
with love your only whore Y/N
I knew the letter would get a rise out of him. It contained details I knew he would go crazy over and not be able to get me off his mind the entire interview.
The plan was to give it to him as he was about to step on the stage so he reads it after I went to the backstage. This whole interview was two hours long so he would suffer for a very long time, then I could get out with Alicia and go to her house, because I know that she is the least favorite of Jamie he wouldn't even think that I'm with her and he would have to deal with the same frustration I had.
The time comes for the light checking and I stand behind his back tapping on it. He gives me a quick peck on my lips and hand him the note as I go back to the backstage and he sits down on one chair infront of me.
He slowly opens the letter and his eyes widen. He starts to shift uncomfortably in his chair and bites his lip. I look down and pretend to be innocent while I can feel his eyes on me. Quickly glancing up I meet his eyes, they are full of want. You smile knowing your plan has worked.
Before I know it Jamie gets called on stage and he gets up from his chair clenching his jaw on me. I continue to look at my phone as he goes out on the stage and I hear some fans screaming.
He tries to focus on Jimmy and shorts after he crosses his legs, trying to hide his bulge.
Thirty minutes after he got on the stage you do not hear any cheers. I wonder what is happening outside. I didn't have time to think about it because suddenly a security guard came up to me and told me to drive home our car.
I leave the backstage and start to walk to our car wondering what could have happened. The security guard is gone now so I couldn't ask what was wrong. As I turn to the corner of the street someone grabs me and slams me against the wall, Jamie.
He whispers, "You really think you would write that and get away with it so easily?" My stomach drops but in an excited way. He wasn't getting a punishment anymore, I was getting one instead.
The whole car ride I was thinking about what will happen. I hope I didn't take it so far and that we are not going to argue because this idea came to my mind aswell.
As he reached for the doorknob of our bedroom he let me in and locked the door behind him. He grabs me by the ass and pulls me into him, "You better have meant what you said in that letter, because it's about to come true. okay?" he says holding my chin up.
Suddenly I'm very nervous and reply "okay" in a whisper. My stomach twists and I forget to breathe while he's staring at me dead in the eyes, hand on my chin so I have to make eye contact with him.
Our lips clash together and his hands are over me, pulling my clothes off until I'm left in my matching bra and underwear.
He pulls me back so he's laying on the bed and I'm on top of him. I feel him under me and instinctively rock my hips back and forth. He kisses me down my neck to my bra, leaving a line of hickeys across my chest.
He unclaspses my bra and groans, "Lie face up on the bed now." I quickly follow instructions and his lips travel across my breasts, circling around my nipple, then traveling downwards and slowly kissing right above my underwear line. His hands are brushing up and down my legs.
He then starts to kiss from the bottom of my thigh, to my upper inner thigh. His fingers are going under the sides of my underwear, moving back and forth. He continues this for an agonizingly long time and I'm definitely soaked through.
It was like he just read my mind, he pulled my underwear off slowly and said "Duck, you are so wet for me." His fingers lightly grazed me and I arched my back for more. Frustrated, my hand made its way down, which was quickly interrupted by his. He grabbed it and snapped, "don't you dare."
He started by rubbing light circles and inserted one finger inside me. I let out a light moan to which he replied "you like that slut?" adding another finger.
Soon enough he was three fingers deep inside me. My head thrown back on the desk and mouth partly open. It felt so good, I never wanted him to stop. but then he did.
I thought for a second he was doing the exact same thing he did last time, until I felt his lips on my inner thigh. They slowly got closer and closer and I started to bring my legs together.
He noticed and grabbed them, spreading them apart to give himself easy access. As much as my legs wanted to come together he would not let them.
His lips touched where I was the most sensitive and I let out a shaky breath. He looked up at me and said, "you're such a slut" then continued to pleasure me further.
Soon he was using a mixture of fingering and his tongue to give me the best feeling I've ever experienced. My legs started to shake and squirm in his hands and my moans became louder and more frequent. Jamie noticing, stopped what he was doing immediately.I look up at him in disbelief and say "Please" he responds by lightly laughing, "You really think i would let you cum that easily? get on your knees now."
Legs shaking, he helps me off of the bed and I bend down on my knees. He pulls his shirt over his head while my hands fumble with his belt. I slowly slide his pants and boxers down together and make my way up to his dick. I have never seen it so hard and a look of pure need on his face ever this much before.
I attempt to start slowly, teasing him where I know it would drive him crazy, but instead, he mutters "no, you are mine and you do what i want." and takes my head in his hands.
He grabs my hair and brings my mouth to his dick. I start sucking, slowly but he makes me pick up speed. As he is practically fucking my face as he demands, "look at me darling."
I keep eye contact with him. The image of me looking up at him while he in pumping in and out of my mouth, completely naked kneeling on the floor probably is driving him crazy, and seeing him groaning with pleasure as I feel my hair pulled is doing the same to me.
His dick was so far down in my throat I thank god for not giving me a gag reflex. If I had one there was no way I could be doing this.
I can feel the pace change and I can feel he's close to finishing. Grunting a wide range of cuss words, he finishes in my mouth. As I lick my lips clean he smirks, "atta girl."
I get up and walk over to my clothes to gather them after they were scattered across the room. Jamie's hand grabs my wrist and he pulls me in. "what do you think you're doing?" he whispers.
I reply, "grabbing my clothes." he rolls his eyes and pulls me even closer, "no you're not. i am not even close to be finished with you." I feel him start to harden against me again.
He kisses me and I kiss him back. I want more. I need more. His hand travels to my ass and squeezes it, making my mouth jump open, which gives him the opportunity to slide his tongue in. His other hand inserts a finger into me and I let out a soft moan.
"Holy fuck you're so wet for me. that's my little whore" Jamie says roughly.
Without meaning to say it, I whimper "Jamie fuck me" he looks at me and grins, his finger still pumping in and out of me and he teases, "oh yeah?"
I look away and he grabs my face, "your letter will not be fictional anymore darling. bend over that desk, now."
I don't waste time and do exactly as he says. He is in control. As my body is on the desk he stands over me he teases my entrance. He has spread me wide apart at his mercy.
He spends time touching my body, but never where I need it most. He is doing it for my torture. He has been teasing me the entire night.
Finally, when I wasn't expecting it he slides into me. He starts hard and fast. The desk is shaking as he pulls my hips into him to quicken the pace.
He is so deep inside me and hitting my g spot, my moans get louder and louder, I'm almost yelling. He is shouting up a storm calling me his fuck toy, degrading me in every possible way. Normally, I would be offended but man it was so hot when he did it.
Just when I thought it literally could not get any better, his hand travels to my clit and he pleasures me more. I'm so close to finishing and I yell, "faster, please, faster" but he instead slows down.
I'm so close but he once again is not going to let me finish. He is fucking me slowly. Holding me down so only he controls the pace. There is so much built up inside of me, but it'll never come out this way and he isn't letting up anytime soon.
I know he doesn't want to go this slow either, he is almost in as much frustration as I am. So I only know one way out of it. "stop. please stop." I say. Immediately Jamie stops and backs up off of me.
I grin knowing I'm out of his hold and he looks at me in disbelief, "you fucking tricked me"
I push him so he's sitting on the desk and he doesn't resist. As much as he wanted to continue his revenge, he wanted it just as much as I did.
Still impossibly hard, I climb on top of him and sit down, his dick fully inside me. He kisses you lustfully and my hands travel through his hair. He grabs my hips with his strong hands and brings me up and down. I quicken and slower with each minute. I'm pulling his hair as light moans interrupt each kiss.
He stops kissing me only just to look down at me bouncing on top of him and mutters "holy fuck." I look at him and wonder how I managed to get him, I mean it's not an anyday thing that the god of sex is dating you, but wow. His abs are lightly defined with a v-line, his chest is covered in barely noticeable hickeys around his tattoos from days prior, and his face is just perfect.
He has definitely surpassed anything I would have expected. I'm completely at his mercy even when I think I have control. He is using me like his fuck toy and I'm enjoying every second of it.
He speeds up and the entire desk is shaking, I'm surprised it hasn't broke. We both are so close and there is no way he's going to stop this time. In a low voice he says, "fuck... don't.. stop..." and continues to rail me harder.
"I'm gonna fill you up real good mhm? Give you my babies. Fuck... you would look so sexy with a bump and with swollen breasts" He moaned into my ear as I digged my fingernails into the back of his.
He reaches his breaking point and lets go inside of me. He fills me up and I'm so close again. All it takes is his fingers to make me have the best orgasm I have ever had in my entire fucking life.
We both are left sweaty, clothes all over the floor, faces beat red, in his bedroom. He kisses my forehead and says "wow. Good Lord that was amazing." his hair is super messy and voice is slightly raspy. Fuck he's hot.
I try and stand up but my legs are shaking and it's hard to walk. He sure railed the shit out of me. He helps me put back on my clothes and carries me to his bedroom.
He helps me shower and wash my body. Innocently leaving kisses all over me and telling me how beautiful I am. There really are two sides of Jamie and I love both of them.
Later I explain to Alicia wondering where I was that I wasn't feeling well after Jamie's interview. That's why I stayed at him all night and he was taking care of me.
While I didn't get payback on Jamie, he sure did on me on attempting, but honestly, I may have won anyways.
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mikqls0n · 11 months
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Meddle about || Jamie bower x reader
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Summary: the song meddle about
Warnings: smut, not edited, first time doing smth like this so..
Extra: ty @angelst4re for telling me this idea😍
Come get it now,come get it now.Baby show me what you’re doing,come and turn around
You were sitting on top of jamie in only your shirt,while Jamie laid beneath you,his hands resting on your hips as he watched you bouncing on his cock,you both loving the feeling of it sliding in and out of you.
‘Cause it’s not just a figure of speech,you got me down on my knees,it’s getting harder to breath
You were spread across the bed, loud moans were the only thing that came out of your mouth as you tugged on Jamie’s hair,whose face was between you things,pushing his tongue in and out of you. Jamie slowly brought up his hand and teasing your clit with his index finger before pushing it past his tongue,making you left out an gasp as your grip on his hair tightened.
We only met each other just the other day,but you already got me feeling some type of way/If I could figure it out I’d take you back to my house so we could meddle about
Jamie pushed his front door open, his lips not leaving choirs a second as he closed his door and pushed you against it.you unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as possible as his lips found its way to your neck, sucking on it that lead you moaning out his name.when you were both only left in your underwear, Jamie picked you up by wrapping your legs around his waist and walked upstairs to his bedroom,your lips leaving kisses on his collarbone.
Girl Just scream it out,tell me what you’re thinking,oh I wanna see you undress now
Your panties were pushed to the side as jamie roughly pushed inside you,making you scream.Jamie smirked at you as he pulled out and thrusted into you again all the way in.
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munsonxmayhem · 1 year
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Do you write for Jamie Campbell Bower? I love your writing so much and your Joe Quinn stuff is AMAZING!!!! If you do can you write something everything is up to you just something fluffy and smutty bout the reader loving his tattoos🤤 he gets me so hot and bothered with those tattoos pretty eyes and smile:)
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Tattoos.
Jamie Campbell Bower x Fem!Reader
Warnings;
- smut
- fluff
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As you laid down in bed on your stomach, reading the latest book to peak your interest; you hear the shower turn off, smiling to yourself as you wait for your boyfriend to exit into the bedroom.
You hear the bathroom door open, glancing up at Jamie as he walked out, towel hung low on his hips and all of his tattoos on display. It made your stomach flip as you watch the beads of water dance down his inked skin.
You catch his gaze on you as he looks at you curiously, his expression turning to a humorous smile. You blush and look back down at your book, that’s when you hear something drop on the bed; glancing up you see one of his cameras laying on the bed, and you look at him.
He laughs, “So that whatever you’re looking at can last longer.” You roll your eyes, closing your book and setting both the camera and it on the nightstand. You feel the bed dip down as he lays next to you, his joggers hung low on his hips. You can’t help but to eye him laying like this; scooting into his side. He sighs as you start tracing the shapes of his tattoos, fingers dancing across the ones on his chest.
He looks down at you with his sweet blue eyes, a small smile forming on his face. “I love these..” You whisper, and he chuckles. “Yeah?” You nod in response, leaning yourself forward and pressing a kiss to one of them. You decide to play around a bit, getting yourself up and swinging your leg over him until you’re straddling him.
He smirks up at you as he adjusts himself to lay more comfortably beneath you, his hands resting on your thighs. “What’re you doing, love?” He asks quietly, and you shrug. You lean your body down, placing a kiss to the heart tattoo on his chest, lips lingering lightly causing a shiver to run through him. You smirk agains his skin, before moving to the other side your lips brushing against the skin of his skull tattoo before softly pressing against it.
“I love these..” You repeat with a different intent. He hums in response as you lift his arm to your lips, starting at the anchor on his shoulder and working your way down. You can feel him hardening beneath you, and you can’t help the arousal that pools between your legs.
You pause for a moment before returning your mouth to his chest, licking slowly from the spider on his sternum, to the middle of his collarbones. He groans loudly at the feeling, hips rocking up against you a bit. You pepper kisses up his neck, until you get up to his ear; taking the lobe of it between your teeth gently before dropping it.
“Shit..” He whispers, his hands going back to your thighs. You smile as you come back to his face, placing a gentle kiss to the side of his mouth. You take both of his hands, interlocking fingers as you pin them to the side of his head. You press your mouth back to his, tongue sliding in against his. He moans into your mouth, and you think you might soak through your panties at the sound.
Jamie was the dominant one in the relationship, that was no secret. Your body was buzzing with excitement at the fact that you’d had him pinned beneath you, seemingly submissive. However, your moment of dominance was cut short, because Jamie couldn’t have that. He used all his force as he flipped you over, now pinning you beneath him.
“Sorry, sweetheart. Doesn’t work that way.” He smirks down at you, and your breath hitches as his pupils fill up most of the space in his blue eyes, filled with lust. You whine as he rocks his hips into yours, his straining erection creating delicious friction against your aching core through your panties.
He releases your hands, pulling off your top along with his sweatpants. When he gets to your panties, he looks at you with a mischievous smile before he tears them off completely, ripping them at the seams. “Jamie!” You gasp and he chuckles darkly, leaning back down between your legs.
“I’ll buy you a new pair.” He whispers, connecting his lips with yours again. He hovers over you, kneeling between your legs as he kisses you. You moan into the kiss as he brings a hand down between you, sliding two fingers through your soaking slit.
“Jesus, baby.. You’re fucking soaked.” He states happily. You nod, wanting him to give you more. He does just that, keeping his thumb on your clit he pushes two of his fingers in smoothly. Your hips jerk at the sensation, groaning as his thumb rubs your clit as his fingers pump into you deeply.
“Fuck, Jamie..” You breath out, chest heaving as he works you towards your orgasm expertly. You feel the knot building, the tension pulling at your lower stomach. He can tell you’re close by the way your brows furrow, lips parting as soft moans fall from your mouth, and your soaked cunt clenching around his fingers. You can feel the waves coming closer, closer… gone.
Your eyes snap open at the loss of your orgasm, looking up at him with offense. “What’re you-“ He tuts you, removing his fingers. “I think I’d rather you cum on my cock, darling.” He smirks, and you feel his tip pressing to your abandoned hole. You both let out a unison groan as he pushes in completely, stretching you out.
His chest presses to yours as he starts rocking his hips slowly, getting you used to the feeling. He kisses you deeply as he does, his hand gripping your hip. After a few moments, he sits up into a kneeling position, pulling your hips up onto his thighs. You cry out loudly as his cock drives into your deeper, the new angle making him hit your g-spot.
“Oh my god!” You wail, his hips setting a bruising pace that has your tits bouncing harshly with every thrust. He bites down hard on his bottom lip as he focuses on how he’s making you feel, his hips snapping against you roughly.
“Fuck, darling. You’re taking me so well.” He groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds you up. You can feel the knot building again as he assaults your soft spongey spot inside of you, your hand reaching down to toy with your clit. He swats your hand away, and you groan in annoyance. He leans forward, bending you nearly in half as he kisses you, his hips still driving into you.
You’re a moaning, crying mess at the position he has you in; your legs shaking as the pleasure courses through you. You bring your hands past your knees that are now almost to your chest, taking his face in them as you kiss him. He groans into the kiss, feeling himself nearing the edge as you continue clenching around him.
He reaches between you two, his fingers planting themselves on your clit; circling the wet bundle of nerves expertly. You toss your head back, his head falling to your neck as he keeps up his thrusts and fingers. “Cum for me, baby.. Come on..” He urges, and you fall apart. Your legs shake and jerk sporadically as your clit throbs, pleasure permeating through you. Your release triggers his, his thrusts getting sloppy as he spills his warm seed into you, painting your velvet walls in white.
He released your legs, letting the aching muscles relax at his sides. You sigh in relief as the tension in your legs settles, your breathing following suit. You flutter your eyes open, glancing at a fucked out Jamie above you; his eyes are closed, his lashes lightly against his cheeks, a few strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, and lips parted as they search for steady breaths.
You caress his face softly, his eyes open slowly to gaze down at you, returning to his beautiful blue shade. He smiles gently, leaning down and placing a featherlight kiss to your lips. “I love you so much.” He whispers, and you smile. “I love you.” He reluctantly gets off of you, flopping down on his back and pulling you up against his side.
You gaze up at him before back down at his lightly heaving chest, hand making their way to dance across his tattoos again. “I should get more of these then, yeah?” He jokes and you giggle. “I wouldn’t mind.” You wink up at him, wrapping your arm around his waist and letting your head rest on his shoulder.
You both stay like that for what seems like hours, before you both finally drift to sleep wrapped in each other.
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juliettesgotagun · 2 years
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The Witch King.
Summary: The witch king has chosen you to join him, and tonight, you’ll answer his call.
Pairing: Demon!Jamie x Catholic!Reader
Warnings: Smut/ Fem!Reader/ PinV sex/ Oral sex f!recieving/ breeding kink/ praise kink/ Virgin!reader.
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The voices never seem to quiet. It was calling you again.
You had tried everything. You had prayed and prayed and prayed, but it was no use. You had clutched onto your crucifix every night like it was your lifeline. Yet in the very early hours of each morning, came the familiar feeling of his hand on your cheek.
He had told you he was the King of Witches, and it was time for you to join him.
You had sobbed and told him no. You had said you’d rather him kill you. In fact, you begged him to, but kill you, he did not.
He continues to call you, deep into the woods is where he wants to lead you.
You had attended church everyday, and begged your priest to save you.
And save you he did, or so he claimed, but still, eyes of cerulean blue haunt you.
You had done everything you were supposed to. You had attended church every day. You had prayed. You had been perfect.
Maybe that’s why he wanted you. To corrupt a perfect, pure soul.
The more you saw him. The more you began to doubt whether God was real. What if he was all there was?
He seemed to give purpose to your bleak lifestyle. A part of you felt special to have been chosen.
Maybe your life had a deeper meaning.
Maybe you didn’t have to just submit to your husband and worship a god not brave enough to show his face to you. To answer your prayer.
Yes, Yes. You had made up your mind.
When he came for you tonight, You would answer his call.
You had sat in front of your mirror, brushing your hair ever so daintily.
Your clothes had been discarded on the floor. You needed them no longer.
You had attended church for the last time, and look the priest in the eye and lied to him.
They’ll believe anything if it’s what they wanted to hear.
You had said goodnight to your father, hugged your mother, and kissed your little brother on the head for the last time.
You picked up the crucifix on your vanity, and threw it to the ground. When you stood, preparing to go to bed, You crushed it beneath your heel.
You buried yourself beneath the covers, and blew out the candles to go to sleep.
The wind from your open window howled, and your eyes shot open. You hadn’t need to look around to know he was there, you could feel his presence.
The moonlight cast a heavenly glow onto his features. Icy blue eyes sparkling as he watched you.
“I am ready, My lord.” You spoke.
This seemed to please him, a hint of a smile painted his face.
“I knew you would be.” He stalked closer to you, his hand lifting your chin to look up at him.
You drank him in. The moon seemingly forming a halo around his head, and his eyes pierced your very soul.
His blonde hair fell to his jaw, it was messy, but seemed to frame his face perfectly.
You wonder what being had graced him with such angular features. You could get lost him.
“You’ll give all of yourself to me now.” It wasn’t a question. A direction. This was how it begins.
You nodded, throwing off the covers, and standing before him, completely exposed, but any shyness in you had diminished. He was your king now. You had no reason to be shy. He owned you. You are his.
He said nothing as his eyes trailed up and down your body, tilting his head.
“Does this please you, My lord?”
A devilish smirk played at his lips. “Oh yes. Very much so.”
He brought his hand to your chest, caressing your cleavage.
You moved not.
He finally moved his hand, a large palm cupping your entire breast.
He bit his lip as he squeezed, and you discovered that you now had to bite yours.
His eyes flickered back up to yours, and he smiled once again.
“Lie down.” He ordered.
You did not hesitate, Lying back on your pathetic excuse for a bed.
He approached you in a very predatory fashion., pushing a part your legs with his hands.
He knelt in between them, a single digit lightly dragged over your slit.
Your face contorted in pleasure. He seemed to take note of this.
He tilted his head once more, before leaning down, and gently flicking your clit with his tongue.
Your back arched, and he gently pushed your hips back down into the mattress.
His arms hooked around your thighs, spreading them open as he began to lap at your clit.
You squirmed and squirmed, but he didn’t seem to mind, simply holding you in place as he continued his work.
A whine fell from your lips as he pulled away., sitting up and staring at your glistening folds. His hand returned to your slit, fingers began to circle your hole.
In a trance like state, he inserted the tip of one inside of you, immediately met by resistance from your virgin cunt.
He remained in this trance as he slowly pushed the entire digit inside of you.
You grimaced at the pain, however the pain was accompanied by pleasure, which caused your face to contort into a much different expression.
He did not move his finger, He had simply watched it disappear inside of you, and was now staring at the way it looked, buried deep inside of you.
“Please.” You whined.
His eyes slowly met yours, and for a moment, you feared you had upset him. He instead nodded slowly, and leaned back down, removing his finger from inside you. He hooked his arm back around your thighs.
His tongue circled your hole, and your thighs began to shake. You finally felt his tongue slip inside of you, causing soft whimpers to pass from your lips as the hot muscle probed inside of you.
Your eyes had squeezed shut, and he snapped at you. Your eye shot open and he pointed at his eyes, as if to say “Eyes on me.”
You squirmed, and your thighs shook as his tongue continued to move in and out of you. A blush painted your cheeks at the intense eye contact. The way he looked, tongue inside of you, eyes staring into yours, was…so incredibly hot. It made you leak even more juices.
You felt your cunt begin to pulse around his tongue, and a weird feeling crept up in your core.
Your whines began to get louder. You were confused. What was happening?
He kept eye contact with you, and the feeling in your core began to intensify., it felt like you were about to sneeze.
He slowly nodded from in between your thighs, giving you permission to do what ever was about to happen.
Your cunt squeezed his tongue tightly as you saw stars, back arching into the sky, crying out loudly. Sweat coated your forehead as juices poured out of you.
“What was- What did I-“ He shushed you, and you were completely out of breath. He licked the liquid from off his lips, standing and placing a hand on your cheek.
“Something only I can give you.”
You breathlessly nodded, and he began to remove his trousers.
“Your induction is about to be complete.” He smiled. “You’re about to be mine.”
He removed his trousers , and his hard cock sprung out of them. It was quite large, and had a thickness about the size of your wrist. It was red and angry looking, leaking an unfamiliar white liquid.
He climbed on top of you and caressed your cheek.
“Now, Darling. I’m about to put my cock inside of your virgin cunt. It’s going to hurt, but I’m going to need you take all of me, Okay, Sweetheart? It’s the only way that you can be mine. Can you do that? Can you be my good girl and do that for me?”
You nodded slowly, and he kissed your forehead.
His eyes trailed down as his hand guided his cock to your hole, inserting the tip of it inside of you, letting out a groan.
Pain stung at your lower regions, your chest heaving up and down as you bit down on your lip.
His forehead pressed against yours, and he continued to press further inside of you.
You let out a pain filled whine, and his hand caressed your cheek.
“Shhhh Shhh, Pretty girl. You’re doing so well for me.”
He continued to inch inside of you, and the more and more he pushed in, the less it began to hurt.
Until finally, after what felt like an hour, he finally bottomed out, and your cunt couldn’t help but clench around his unmoving, throbbing cock.
“That’s it, Princess. Clench around me. Such a Good girl.”
He slowly began to move inside of you, and your eyes squeezed shut. Whimpers began to fall from your lips, but as time went on, then went from being whimpers from pain, to from pleasure.
This feeling that he had awakened inside of you, was unlike any other. You were practically feral.
Soon enough, he had began to make you feel such ecstasy, you couldn’t take it, whining and thrashing around in pleasure. It felt too good, It was too much.
“It’s t-too much!” You cried.
His lips captured yours in a kiss. “It’s alright, Sweet girl. You can take it. I know you can. Be a good girl for me.”
He continued to pound inside of you. His hair messy and sweat glistening on his forehead.
Your eyes trailed down, and your lips parted in awe as you watched his cock disappear inside of you.
He let out a low chuckle when he noticed. “Do you like looking at that? Do you like seeing my cock inside of you? Well don’t worry, baby. This won’t be the last time.”
The same feeling from before crept up in your core, and you whined out.
“It’s happening again!” You cried out as your cunt began to pulse.
He nodded. “I know, baby. I know me too.”
Him too? What did he mean?
He trailed his hand down between your legs, rubbing your clit in fast circles.
Your whole body contorted and squirmed, as the pressure in your stomach increased.
“Do it, sweet girl. Cum for me.”
You cried out loudly, as your walls clamped down hard around him, juices spilling out of you and all over his cock.
“Fuck!” He exclaimed, as his trusts became sloppier and sloppier.
“Fuck, I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna claim you, baby. You’re gonna be all mine. I’m gonna fill your tummy with me, yeah?” He said, breathlessly, before pushing deep inside of you one last time, filling you completely. You cried out one last time.
Two pairs of footsteps barreled towards your door. Your parents had heard you cry out, trying their best to pry open the bedroom door.
By time they finally got it, the door swung open to reveal no one inside. The wind blowing through the room, window wide open.
Your mother knelt down, picking up the broken crucifix on the ground, crying out at the realization that came with it.
That Lucifer, himself, had their precious daughter in his clutches.
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themoonsbride · 1 year
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Y/N PLAYING HIDE & SEEK WITH JAMIE 😭 I can imagine how she's trying not to laugh when she hear Jamie saying smth like "Where are you hiding, my love? You know I'll find you.." and then he's trying to catch her when she's running away and they end up laughing and kissing each other 🥹 I would love to read smth cute from you if you're okay with writing that 🥹
yes. I love you for requesting this gorgeous. <3 I loved writing it so much, thank you for requesting me deary ♡
Come Find Me .
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pairing; Jamie Bower x Fem!Reader
summary; in the request ! <3 Reader and Jamie play hide and seek together :)
warnings; none ! all cute fluff . :)
a/n: aaaaaa!! I'm so happy that I got 2 requests this week!!! it's been awhile since I have ! I love it when people request me sm so I'm really happy to have written this :)
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--×♥︎×--
The silence in the air was thick and filled with adrenaline. You tried desperately to keep your giggles inside, your face muscles swelled from how long and hard you'd been smiling.
You and your boyfriend were playing hide and seek. And as childish as it may have looked and sounded it, the both of you had actually been having a lot of fun together.
It reminded you of when you were 6 and would play with your neighbors in your neighboor hood.
--×♥︎×--
"1..2..3..4.." A small girl spoke, you smiled over at your other friends and grabbed your best friends hand. Running off and hiding together in your mother's garden, the both of you laid next to some flowerbeds and giggled at eachother.
"shhh! were gonna get caught y/n!" Your best friend smiled, her tiny teeth looked so cute in her crescent smile.
"I'm sorry! I can't stop giggling!" you mumbled back, you heard the seeker girl yell in the back of your mother's garden.
"y/n! I'm gonna get you guys!" The other small girl yelled giggling.
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"My love, where are you?" Jamie called out to you, you couldn't help but let a small few giggles escape your mouth.
"What's so funny my dear? You know I'm going to find you.." His voice was so soft and full of love, it filled your heart to the brim it almost overflowed with butterflies.
Jamie giggled a little himself even, You were hidden behind the curtain that covered the shower, Jamie was in the kitchen and had decided to look through the cabinets.
"Love, are you in one of these cupboards?" He said, as the cupboards opened and closed, you could hear the smile inside his voice.
"You'll be found soon enough dear I promise !" Jamie laughed as you could hear his footsteps coming from the kitchen towards what sounded like the bathroom.
In reality, he had actually bent down under the dark dusty couch, somehow assuming you'd be able to squeeze your body underneath there. even if it was impossible.
Your body tensed a bit as you heard his footsteps start to become closer, but your ears were incorrect as you soon discovered he was actually in the bedroom.
"baabyy.." His voice lingered and was deep, it tingled around your skin and make you shiver.
"there's only a few more places you could be love, you're bound to be found any minute now." His voice was so comforting to listen to as you felt shots of adrenaline crawling all the way up your spine.
Jamie checked underneath the bed the two of you had shared ever since you both moved in, before going to open the doors to the closet that had also been shared. Your clothing kept on the left side, and his on the right.
"Ohhh babyy.." his voice and the sound of his feet walking were the only 2 things to be heard, before he suddenly whipped his body around, watching you run out of the bathroom he had yet to check.
"Hey!" He called out to you, soon beginning to run right after you, your laugher bounced of the walls and yelled throughout the apartment.
"Get back here!" He yelled, laughing along with you. You'd never felt so happy before you started dating Jamie, he was the sun who'd sweep the musty storm clouds away on your rainy days. and you were his.
You ran through the kitchen and into your bedroom as Jamie caught up to you, both of your ending up crashing into your king sized bed.
Your giggling and laughter was filled with love and happiness, and filled the both of your hearts with joy to hear the other laugh.
You soon felt your boyfriends hand stroking your hair and tucking some of it behind your ear,
Now the both of you were just staring into eachothers eyes, it felt so special, you never wanted it to end.
"I love you." Jamie whispered to you.
"I love you too."
He smiled a cute small smile before pressing his lips to yours, they felt soft, like pillows, or clouds possibly.
And then he kissed your forehead, and your cheeks, and one of your temples, and before you knew it he was smothering your face in lovely kisses that tickled against your skin which made you giggle more than you already had that night.
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zodiyack · 7 months
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Jace Comforting his S/O (HCs)
Pairings: Jace Wayland x G/N!Reader
Warnings: anxiety, fear, fluff
Author's Note: It was asked that I do Jace comforting his S/O either when they're having an anxiety attack or are just scared, and I figured, why not both?
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Masterlist | The Mortal Instruments Masterlist
Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read it,  @simonsbluee,  @thewarriorprincessxo,  @sebastianstanslefteyebrow,  @livlaughquinn,  @bubsonnobx,  @bunnyweasley23
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ANXIETY
Jace is the kinda guy to do the anxiety / breathing exercises regardless of anyone else in the room or what he's doing.
In that moment, nothing and no one matters except for you.
"Okay love, tell me four things you can see. Now three things you can hear. Two things you can feel? How about one thing you can smell."
Or he'll take your hand and trace his finger up each digit, "Breathe in, at the same speed as m'finger." As he's tracing down, "now breathe out. Remember, same speed."
Once you're a little calm, he'll make sure to do whatever comforts you, be it touch, words of affirmation, or some space.
He refuses to let anyone else be around you in this state, he doesn't want someone to set you off. He doesn't care whether they mean well or not, he values your wellbeing much more.
Def is an emotional support being.
This man will do research just to help.
Separation anxiety - he'll gift you something random.
^ "See, now I have to come back."
Anxiety bc he puts himself in danger - bro will literally be cocky and not even realize he's not helping.
^ "c'mon, no one can get rid of me that easily. I'm a Shadowhunter."
Pure anxiety in general - he turns into a little nerd.
^ You can find him in the library, trying to see if there's anything that can help him learn more about it so he can help.
^^ eventually he realizes that he can just ask you what would be helpful.
All in all, Jace is a loving boyfriend who strives to help in whatever way he can.
FEAR
So when you're afraid, Jace knows. He just knows.
He'll try to find the threat/reason behind it before he talks to you about it, but regardless, he knows he'll have to ask you directly.
Whether he gets it right or not, he asks what the problem is and makes sure to deal with it if possible.
The rest of the day, he makes sure to have you in his arms or within arms reach.
So many fucking cuddles.
He turns even more protective somehow
He definitely tries to tell you funny stories to get your mind off the scary things.
"I'll protect you with my life"
Gifts you a weapon to carry at all times.
He goes out of his way to make sure that you're only with familiar people, never strangers.
If someone makes fun of you for being afraid, Jace gives them the death glare and makes sure they know he has it out for them.
He'll reassure you and tell you that he's there.
I KNOW he 1000% always mentions that he's there to protect you.
"Nothing can get you, I'm here."
He's jus a little guy who wants to be your knight in shining armor.
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jamie campbell bower please do unspeakable things to me.
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Hi angel 💕 Could you write a counterfeit jamie smut where the reader used to be friends with benefits with him and he comes back to her town on tour and she ends up in his hotel room if you know what I mean 🤭I love you’re writing <3
hi lovely!! thank you so much!! im sooo sorry for making you wait so long THIS REQUEST IS LITERALLY FROM FEBRUARY??? i hope it's worth the wait :)
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Addiction- Counterfeit!Jamie x Reader
warnings: NSFW!!! this contains smut so if that makes you feel uncomfortable then please don't read!! <3
notes: it's been a while... for the last month i've been so busy and when i haven't been busy i've been thinking about noah sebastian and/or cillian murphy (jamie i am sorry i'm in a hoe phase rn!!) but i also have a henry creel drabble to post tomorrow as well so keep an eye out for that :) ALSO I WANNA SAY A BIG THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME!!!! (p.s. this isn't proof read and i wrote this over the span of three weeks so i apologise for any mistakes!!)
When you received the message from Jamie telling you he’s playing a show in your city, you couldn’t contain your excitement. You were out for lunch with two of your friends, who were questioning the wide grin on your face. 
“Oh, I just know she’s texting Matt again,” one of your friends smirked, eyeing you up, “are you ever going to meet up with him? You’ve been talking for almost 3 months?!”
“Oh, no, it’s Jamie. He’s playing here with his band next month, he wants me to come and see them. He’s sent two tickets, I could ask for an extra one if you wanted to come with me-”
“That’s perfect! You can ask Matt to come with you!” Your other friend suggested, although it came off as more of a demand. 
“But what if he asks about how I know Jamie? I couldn’t really explain that on a first date.” 
“Well, just tell him he’s a friend, maybe leave out the ‘with benefits’ part.”
“We stopped that a while ago, actually. I haven’t seen him for almost a year, we’re kinda just friends now.” 
“Then that’s your story sorted then,” your friend grinned, picking your phone up from the table and placing it in your hand, “now tell Matt he’s got a concert to go to.” 
You were surprised when Matt texted back, telling you he’s never heard of counterfeit before, but he’ll happily listen to them and come with you. You felt a little bad for lying to him, telling him you had no one else to come with you as your friends were working that weekend. 
On the evening of the show, Matt came to pick you up. You would’ve usually dressed quite casual for a concert, specifically one of Jamie’s, but this was also a date. You stepped out of your house wearing a black dress, comfortable shoes and a cute handbag to match the outfit. 
“You look amazing,” Matt said, unable to wipe the smile from his face, “let’s get going!” 
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“That guy right there,” Matt shouted through the noise, pointing at Jamie, “is your friend?” His mouth was open in disbelief as you nodded your head. He had already had four beers, and you had only been here just over an hour. 
“Yeah, I met him at one of the restaurants I used to work at. It’s a funny story actually, some crazy fangirls were waiting outside for him to leave so I kinda helped him ‘escape’ through the back…” You trailed off as you noticed he wasn’t paying attention to anything you were saying, his attention was elsewhere. 
“Cool, I’m gonna get another drink, do you want one?” 
You shook your head and watched as he disappeared off into the crowd. 
Your eyes were drawn to Jamie, reminiscing on the times you had spent together. The times your bodies were intertwined beneath the covers and the times you spent laughing together in the car. You missed him, it was truly like it was a ‘right person, wring time’ kind of situation. 
Time passed and passed and you realised Matt hadn’t come back yet. Surely the line wasn’t that long? You just assumed he had gone to the bathroom, especially after drinking that much. But another 15 minutes passed and he still hadn’t returned, so you went to search for him. You assumed he wouldn’t have wandered far from the bar, so you were heading in that direction. 
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You were pushed up against the hotel door, slamming it shut as his lips met yours. One of your hands found his hair whilst the other was grasping at his shirt, as if you were hanging on to him for your life. The familiar smell of his aftershave, mixed with cigarettes gave you a feeling of nostalgia, and it was as if you were experiencing deja vu. 
His hands were on your thighs, pushing your dress up higher and higher, until his cold hands met your bare hips. 
“Jamie,” you gasped, pulling back for air. As if he couldn’t take his mouth off you, his lips were now on your neck, kissing and nibbling the spot he knew would make your knees buckle. 
The last thing you expected tonight was to leave the show with the singer. With Jamie. But after you went to look for Matt, you caught him with his tongue down another girl's throat. A part of you felt sick, betrayed, but another part of you felt relieved. However, you would never admit that’s how you felt, especially not to your friends. 
Jamie had given you a backstage pass, and cleared it with security before the show. You knew how the night was going to end as soon as you received the text from him. 
“Why does this always happen,” Jamie asked rhetorically, against the skin of your shoulder as he continued to pepper kisses, “always end up coming back to you.” 
You smile at his words, it was true. The two of you just couldn’t seem to keep your hands off each other when you were together. 
Before you could process what had happened, you were pushed against the table, and Jamie took your thighs, lifting you to sit on the edge of it as he got down to his knees. 
His kisses began at your ankle, and he looked up at you as they got closer and closer. Your calves, your knees and eventually your upper thigh. 
“I’ve missed you.” He confessed as he held your thighs open, one finger pushing your underwear to the side. 
He dragged a finger through your slick folds, earning a sigh from you as he grazed your clit. You looked down to see a smirk plastered on his face. His eyes briefly met yours before he placed a kiss over your clit, the tip of his tongue nudging it as you dug your nails into the underneath of the wooden table you were sitting on. Jamie quickly noticed this, and the hand that was holding your legs open for him guided your hands back to his hair. 
“Shit.” You gasped as you felt a finger gently press into your entrance, his lips now wrapped around your clit, sucking and nipping at it. “M-more…” You managed to whisper. 
“That’s not how we ask for something, is it, darling?” Jamie teased, a devilish glint in his eyes as two of his fingers pressed into you, agonisingly slow. 
“Please,” you whimpered, “I need… I want more, please, Jamie.” 
Jamie chuckled, his thumb now replacing his mouth on your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you. He stood back up, towering over you before leaning down to kiss you, giving you a taste of yourself as he did so. 
“I’ve missed hearing you beg,” he whispered, “come on, sweetheart, let go for me. I know you're close.” 
He was right. You swore he knew your body better than you did. 
You could feel the knot in your belly tightening, getting ready to snap at any moment. 
“You’re making such a mess, y’know that? My messy girl, can feel you dripping down my hand,” you could tell what he was doing, he was trying to push you to the edge, he knew what effect his words had on you, and he was taking advantage of that, “that’s it, angel. You can do it, cum for me.” 
And that did it. 
Your head was thrown back, your thighs trying to close around him as he continued to work you through your orgasm. The moans falling from your lips were muffled by his as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. 
His fingers slipped out of you and he reached for your thighs, his slick coated fingers leaving your skin sticky as he pressed his body against yours, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you towards the bed. 
As your back hit the mattress, he began to undress. You took off your ruined underwear before you reached for your dress, to slip it off, but he called out to stop you. 
“Hey, leave it on. It looks so fucking sexy.” He growled, unbuckling his belt to let his trousers fall to the ground. 
He kneeled on the bed and shuffled his way between your legs, holding them open for him as he leaned down to kiss you once again. 
“Jamie, please.” You whined, lifting your hips to try and get him to do something. 
“Fuck, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to hold back, darling. It’s been a while since I’ve…” He doesn’t finish his sentence as you reach your hand between your bodies, palming his hard cock through his boxers. 
He grabs your wrists, his fingers digging into the skin sure to leave bruises for you to look back on in the days to come. 
“I didn’t tell you that you could touch, now, did I?” His eyes had darkened with need and lust, and the way his face twisted into a devilish smile made a whimper slip from your lips. “So desperate for me, aren’t you baby. I knew all those years ago I had ruined you for any other man, this just proves it, hm?” 
With one hand pinning your arms above your head, the other one comes down to drag his thumb over your bottom lip, before you welcome him into your mouth, gently sucking on the tip of his thumb. 
“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, “keep your hands here, okay? I know you will, you’re my good girl, right?” 
You nod your head and manage to say a muffled ‘yes’ as his thumb presses down on your tongue as he uses his now spare hand to push his boxers down, letting his cock free from its restraints. 
He wastes no time, swiping his fingers over your slick, spreading it over his dick before pumping himself a couple times. His breathing is heavy as he lines himself up with you, your hips squirming as you wait for him to finally push in, but he takes his time teasing you beforehand. When the tip finally slips into you, you both let out a moan and his head falls forwards, buried where your neck meets your shoulder. 
It’s clear that neither of you have had any action lately, as you both need to take a moment before Jamie begins to move. You dig your nails into the pillow as he begins to slowly move his hips. 
His hand that was once over your mouth trails down and rests on your neck, applying a little pressure as your eyes fall shut. You feel how his cock slides into you, nudging spots inside you that made you shiver. He would pull back out until only the tip was left inside, before fucking back into you, getting progressively rougher. 
“You look so pretty like this, baby.” He said before leaning down to capture your lips with his. 
You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping your hands planted above your head as you melted into the kiss. You took advantage of the use of your legs, if you couldn’t touch him with your hands. 
One of Jamie’s hands slid between your bodies to find your clit again, using his thumb to try and bring you the edge, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer. In the past, you and Jamie went maybe 2 or 3 rounds sometimes in one night. However, it was different tonight. You hadn't seen each other in a long time, let alone had sex. 
His pace began to quicken, his thrusts getting rougher and rougher. He buried his face in your neck once more and you couldn’t help but tangle your fingers into his hair, gently tugging on the blonde locks. 
“Shit,” he gasped, masked by a dark chuckle as he kissed your neck. 
“J-Jamie…” Your mind was too clouded by everything to even think about forming a proper sentence, but Jamie knew you and your body better than you knew yourself, and vice versa. 
You knew he was getting close by the way his cock twitched inside you. Your grasp on his hair tightened as you felt your high getting closer and closer. 
“Inside.” Was the final word you managed to mutter into his ear before you came undone, your legs locking around him, making sure he wouldn’t pull out before you came down from your high. 
As you were beginning to catch your breath, your muscles relaxing as you lay there blissed out, felt him twitch in you once more, cumming inside you with a moan, followed by your name. You rocked your hips as he stilled inside of you, milking his cock of every last drop. 
“Fuck,” he groaned, follow by a chuckle as he smiled lazily down at you, “you don’t understand how much I’ve missed you.”
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30 minutes in heaven
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pairing: Jamie x fem!reader summary: Helping Jamie calm down before his interview takes a turn, not that you're complaining. requested: yes! warnings: Smut (minors DNI), oral (f & m receiving), dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics, fingering, sprinkle of thigh riding and exhibitionism (people are outside), unprotected p in v sex (use protection!!), creampie, (if i missed any please let me know!) WC: 2,509 (i died writing this, enjoy.)
You turned around in the mirror again, smoothing out any wrinkles your dress might’ve gotten from the car ride over. Jamie was appearing on Jimmy Fallon later that night and you were ecstatic to join him in the green room and try to relax him. Your eyes fall to his reflection, him sitting on the couch on his phone, the TV on quietly in the background. A smile grows on your face as you look at both of your outfits, silently thanking your shared stylist for coordinating you so well. The silky, sparkly, nearly skin tight mid-thigh length red dress you had on complimented your body perfectly, and your white Louboutin heels made you nearly the same height as Jamie. Him in a red velvet suit, half buttoned white undershirt, usual jewelry, and matching white Louboutin dress shoes. 
His knee was bouncing as he sat, you could only imagine how nervous he was to go on later. You walk back over to the couch where he sat and reach for his hand, turning his attention from his phone, to you. A small smile grows on your face when you see him look up from his phone, his eyes making contact with yours. He leaves his phone on the couch as he takes your hand and stands up, wrapping his arms around you in a tight but comfortable hug. Both of you relax into each other and you can feel him gently rubbing circles onto your clothed skin. His arms loosen as he turns you around and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, walking the both of you over to the mirror.
“You look so pretty tonight, love. Such a beautiful girl.” His lips press kisses to the side of your neck, not enough to make you weak, but enough to make you lean into him more. Your hands move on top of his and you roll your head to the side instinctively so he has better access. His gentle kisses slowly turned into him teasingly biting your soft spot, making a shiver go down your spine. A sigh leaves you from the sensation and you can feel him smirk against your skin, kissing the new bruise while your heartbeat quickened. 
“J-Jamie, we can’t.” You stutter over your words as you go against what your body is feeling and pry yourself away from him, walking over to the couch as his arms drop to his side. The tenderness of your neck is hard to ignore and you bring a hand up to carefully graze over the mark, goosebumps spreading from the feeling of his lips on you. “You have to go on in like 30 minutes, we can’t start something we can’t finish.” He turns to face you as you speak and he lets out a quiet chuckle at your words. It wasn’t like you and Jamie hadn’t had quickies before, but there was a time and a place, and this wasn’t either of them. 
“We both know 30 minutes is enough time.” He walks over to you and pulls you into him, his hands firmly holding your lower back as he kisses you deeply. You kiss back, hands weaving through his hair, pulling at the strands by the base of his neck. You’re moved backwards until you feel the wall behind you, a groan leaving you at the feeling of it hitting your back. His thigh finds a home between your legs, moving it up until his knee rests against your clit. A moan leaves you as he pulls away, looking down to where his knee is, and feeling the wetness through his slacks already. “No panties love? God, you’re gonna be the death of me.” One of his hands reaches up to your face, brushing the few stray hairs behind your ear.
“Wanted to surprise you after the show, but now is okay too.” A quiet whimper escapes your lips as he grabs your hips with both of his hands and grinds them onto his knee. Both your hands go to his shoulders to steady yourself and your head tilts back further against the wall, eyes fluttering shut as he continues moving your hips. His lips find a home on your neck again, leaving another bruise that you’ll have to cover later. The sensations are gone suddenly, and you feel him grab your hand, leading you to the couch. He motions for you to sit down, and you waste no time to follow directions. You don’t get enough time to get comfortable before he sits next to you and turns you to face him, pushing you back by your shoulders so you’re leaning against the arm of the couch. 
“Have I mentioned that you’re really fucking hot? Because you are.” He hastily takes your shoes off and moves your legs so he’s in between them, and the sight makes you even more wet. Your dress gets pushed up to your waist and he hovers his thumb over your clit, eyes traveling up your body to watch your chest heave in anticipation. “Gotta stay quiet for me, okay? We don’t want any staff coming in and seeing how much of a mess you are for me.” His thumb presses down and moves in slow circles on your clit, enough to make you squirm but not enough to ease the ache he caused. You nod your head quickly when his eyes meet yours and he starts moving his thumb faster, drawing little whines from you.
“N-Need more, Jamie. I’ll be quiet, please.” The words nearly get caught in your throat when you feel him slowly push a finger into you, chills exploding through your body when you feel his rings press into you. He moves up your body until his lips land on yours, and he inserts another finger, pumping both in and out of you in a rhythm that makes you moan into his mouth. Your back arches when his fingers curl inside of you, perfectly grazing that special spot that only he can feel. “Do that again, fuck, please do that again.” A third finger squeezes inside you and he curls them again while his thumb moves in faster circles than before. 
“Gonna make a mess all over my fingers? Do what you do best, baby. Squeeze my fingers.” They curl again as he moves his lips to your collarbone, kissing and leaving a trail of barely noticeable marks. One final sharp thrust and curl inside of you, and you do exactly that. Your hand grabs his wrist to keep it in place while your other hand grabs the back of his neck, pulling him up to kiss you and to drown the noises coming from you. He can tell how badly you needed that from the way your body kept responding to him, you squirming under him while you trapped his fingers inside of you. Once he could tell you had given him everything you had, he gently pulled out his fingers and brought them in front of your lips. A final deep kiss is pressed to your lips before he pulls away and glances to his hand. “Clean up the mess you made, princess.”
“Happily.” You’re out of breath, but don’t hesitate to open your mouth and wrap your lips around his three fingers, taking them all the way to the back of your throat. His jaw drops at the sight and his cock twitches in his slacks. You run your tongue over each of his fingers, from tip to knuckle, making sure there’s not a trace of the mess you just made. Once he’s satisfied with your mouth, he drags his hand away and you try not to groan from the loss of contact. Your eyes glance down to his crotch and see the tent that’s formed under the material, one of your hands dropping down to palm him teasingly. 
“Unless you’re gonna show me how much of a cockslut you are for me, take your hand off, darling.” You swiftly move off the couch, kneeling in front of him while working on unbuckling his slacks. With hands shaking from how fast everything was going, you finally get his slacks and boxers low enough to let his cock free, a sigh of relief leaving Jamie’s lips. No time is wasted as you immediately trace the vein on the side with your tongue before taking him in your mouth, lowering your head until you feel his tip hit the back of your throat. He lets out a shaky moan when you hum around him and he cards his hands through your hair, tugging slightly at your roots to make you groan. A sudden thrust from him makes tears nearly spill from your eyes, your hand taking over for your mouth as you pull away to breath.
“No matter how many times you’re in my mouth, or in my pussy, it still amazes me how good you feel.” You wipe the drool from your mouth as you stroke him quickly with your free hand, the whimpers he lets out making you rub your thighs together. His eyes squeeze shut as his hips buck into your hand and you can tell he’s getting close. “Gonna cum for me, baby boy? Explode all over my hand? You know how much I love that.” Your hand moves faster as you press gentle kisses to his tip, licking teasingly against his slit. The groan that leaves him goes straight to your clit and you bring your free hand down to touch yourself, trying to get some relief. 
The throaty moan he let out as he came all over your hand proved that he didn’t give a shit if someone walked in on you two. Him with his eyes squeezed and head thrown back was an image you never wanted out of your mind, you really thought he belonged in a museum, every part of him was perfect. You kept pumping him as his cum dripped down your hand and wrist, landing in small drops on the carpet. His heavy breathing was still going even as he opened his eyes to see you touching yourself. Your mind was too focused on getting him off to notice that he was staring, until his hand roughly grabbed your wrist to pull your hand away. “You think just because I can't see you means you can get yourself off?” He glances at the clock and then back to you, a smirk on his face. “15 minutes left, bet I can leave your legs shaking in half that.” You’re pulled up to your feet and nearly trip from how fast he moves you, bending you over the arm of the couch.
“You’re really testing our luck, Jamie. I don’t want anyone walking in to see this.” One of your hands is held behind your back, Jamie’s way of making sure you don't touch yourself again. You stand back upright with your back to his chest and use your cum soaked hand on yourself, making sure you’re wet enough for him. His jaw audibly drops from behind you at the sight before pinning the other hand as well, pushing you back down and keeping a hand between your shoulder blades. His lips leave wet kisses across your upper back and he nudges your feet apart so he can go as deep in you as he could.
“If you wanted me to cum in you, darling, you should’ve just asked.” He whispers in your ear before easing himself into you. His speed increased quickly, filling the quiet room with the sound of skin against skin. “Such a d-dirty girl, letting me fuck you like this when I have to go on soon. Gonna make me change my clothes from how much you’re dripping for me.” You bite your lip to hold back a moan, but fail miserably when the tip of his cock brushes perfectly against the spot that makes you fall apart. Fast thrusts are replaced with slow, deep thrusts, making you feel every inch of him as he repeatedly hits that spot inside. The feeling of his fingers on your clit suddenly makes you jump, and you know he loves it.
“G-gonna cum if you keep doing that.” The sentence is barely audible, but the way you’re squeezing the hell out of his cock, he knows what you’re trying to say. More kisses are scattered on your back and the base of your neck, his teeth gently sinking into the skin, enough to make more goosebumps appear. His fingers move faster on your clit as his thrusts increase speed the smallest bit. One final deep thrust, and you fall apart. Your moans aren’t audible, but he can see your legs shaking and it makes him lose his mind. You feel his hips still and his cock twitch as he cums deep in you. 
“You always feel so good wrapped around me, like you were made for this, for my cock.” His words are strained but they still make you whine. He thrusts a few more times, gentle and slow, making sure that you both finish fully before he pulls out. Releasing your hands from behind you, a barely noticeable bruise appears on your skin. “So glad I brought another suit, you got this one all wet.” The teasing words left him with ease as you turned around to see the lower half of his suit jacket and upper half of his slacks are ruined with your cum, and it makes your face turn bright red. A snicker leaves him as he looks at your face while he pulls his surprisingly clean boxers back up. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?’ Lips pressing soft kisses to your wrists as one of his hands cups your cheek.
“Not at all, but you only have 5 minutes to change before your big debut.” You say, a smile across your face. He presses a soft kiss to your lips before going over to the wardrobe next to the mirror and taking out a new suit and slack set. This one was a slightly sparkly black velvet with a black undershirt, and form fitting black slacks. A pair of black Louboutin dress shoes and a gold chain, was the cherry on top, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. It takes less than 3 minutes for him to change, you taking a few seconds to put on the pair of panties you brought with you. The black shoes catch your eyes as he walks back over to you, a smile on his face as he sees how you’re looking at him.
“We can’t have you ruining this suit as well, but god, that was hot princess.” His hands rest on your lower back as he pulls you in for another kiss. “Maybe after we get back to the hotel you can ruin this one, hm?” He teasingly kisses the spot right below your ear as you both hear a knock at the door. 
‘A minute until you’re on, Jamie!’ 
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