There’s Just Something About The Way Dave Says Pay The Price In Countdown Of Extinction That Makes

lord forgive me for i am about to sin 🙏🙏

i truly believe that during this specific era, james had the biggest size kink. so big it would drive him feral.

he’s just obsessed with making you seem small just so that he could take care of you in every way possible. he loves how his large hands can cover up almost your entire torso when he’s holding you, fucking into you.

he loves seeing his bulge appear in your stomach. it just makes him fuck you even deeper, wanting to see how big the bulge could get. or the way he rests his elbows on each side of you, trapping you and you try to claw onto him.

whenever you suck him off, he always has to bring his cock to your face, comparing you to him as he wonders how the fuck were you supposed to put all that in your mouth?? he spits over your lips, bringing his hand down to grab your jaw, forcing your mouth open with his thumb, making you suck on it. after he pulls his thumb out, he’d bring his tip, smearing his precum against your lips before motioning for you to open your mouth, tapping his cock on your tongue.

he couldn’t wait anymore, so without any warning, he thrusts himself into your mouth, making you gag. he sees the mark of your lipstick near his base, he lets out a breathy moan. you bring up both of your hands to stroke him, wanting him to feel as good as possible. he loves pulling out paint your face, wanting to make you look as messy as possible with your unruly hair and runny mascara and smeared lipstick. he spreads his cum all over your face, feeding some of it to you.

he remembers the time you wanted to be the one on top for once. you had never tried this position with him yet. he was so gentle, murmuring sweet words of encouragement. you were sat on top of him, knees on each side as you stroke his cock. when you’re ready, he has his hands on your hips, lifting you so he could set you on his dick very slowly. the sight was almost comedic, seeing your eyes pop out as you hiss from the stretch.

“it’s okay, sweet girl, take your time.”

you whine and whimper when you finally take all of him, causing james to groan as he brings his hand to the bulge that appeared in your stomach, rubbing his hand there and around your tummy. you were so tight around him, and he tried his hardest to resist the urge from fucking you at an inhuman pace, but with the way you were clenching around him, he couldn’t take it slow much longer.

he got up from the couch, effortlessly carrying you with him as he cradled you with one arm, and the other rests beside your head against the wall as he fucks mercilessly into you. you cry out, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you muffle the sounds of your whines into the crook of his neck. it didn’t take long for the both of you to cum. he brings the hand that was resting against the wall and uses it to stroke your hair, mumbling sweet words as he peppers you kisses,

“you did so good for me, princess. i didn’t hurt you, did i?” he coos.

he continues to baby you, setting you on the couch to clean the cum from his thighs and from you. he lays down on the couch next to you, bringing you into his arms as you both fall asleep, his arm wrapping around the entirety of you.

this absolutely sucked i’m sorry but i just needed to get this out of my system.

MORE OF JAMES IN OVERALLS 😍🙏🙏

more like she’s gonna make us regret living

she’s cooking

I NEED HIM CARNALLY

Summon Me 🕮⛧ James Hetfield (18+)

A small chill slides down your spine as you make your way into the dormitory, eyebrows immediately beginning to furrow as you take in the smell of burnt candle wax and your eyes adjust to the darkness of the entrance of the living room. Laughter bellows out from the hallway nearest to you, and your shoulders relax at the familiar sound of your roommate and her friend.

Haphazardly kicking off your worn-out shoes, you bend down to remove your socks, before freezing in place as you take in the mess on the floor. Laid out in front of your feet and around the coffee table, is a half torn out page from an antique looking book and an empty box belonging to a Ouija board.

'I Summon Thee' is printed out and sprawled in an ancient looking text, and in a panic, you hastily stand back up before quickly making your way down the hall, carefully making sure not to touch any of the items.

Following the sounds of hushed laughter and unhurried conversation, you pause as you take in the scene of your roommate holding up a piece of a now half-charred and smoking planchette. "What the hell did you guys do?" You whisper out, the chill that welcomed you into the home now coming back full force.

Looking up at you with unconcerned amusement, your roommate playfully waves the communication device in your face, biting back a grin as you flinch in fright.

"Relax, roomie. It was just a little game to spice up Halloween night. Don't worry, we said goodbye and all!"

Squinting down at the board on the couch to the right of you, your heart leaps in your chest as you find the other part of the summoning spell tucked underneath the burnt cardboard. Shaking your head and taking a step back, you reach out to grab her wrist to push it away, but instead make contact with the planchette. Hissing out as the charred wood burns the side of your palm, you bring your hand up to your mouth and send her a glare over your elbow.

"And you saying goodbye means repeating a spell and burning half of the pieces of it?" You ask out in a muffled tone, holding back a grimace as the taste of ash and blood covers your taste buds.

Sending you a sympathetic smile, your roommate's friend lifts up a half empty bottle of alcohol, the condensation running down the glass causing him to almost drop it. "We were taking shots next to the candles and next thing you know, there's flames and the lights are flickering out."

Raising an eyebrow at the latter end of his sentence, you went to question him, before you felt a piece of something hard poke into your bottom lip. Holding your hand out in front of you, you can barely make out a piece of wood sticking out of your skin. Whispering out a curse, you quickly bend down and reach for the candle nearest to you, before turning around and shakily making your way toward the bathroom. Waving off the slightly slurred question your roommate asks about where you're going, you slowly make your way back out to the hallway as carefully as you can.

Stretching your good hand out, you squint as the wick's light seemed to dim more and more with each step you took away from the common area. A gust of wind blows up the back of your shirt as your hand makes contact with the bathroom's light switch, causing you to yelp out and almost drop the only source of light.

Reaching out to flick the switch, a relieved breath escapes you as white light surrounds the tiled walls and bleeds out into the former pitch-black hallway.

Closing your eyes to take a deep breath and catch your bearings, you try your best to ignore the pulsating pain that envelopes the better part of your now injured hand and force yourself to focus.

Opening your eyes and pushing yourself forward and toward the medicine cabinet, you go deathly still as your eyes catch a tall figure run out through the hallway and down toward your bedroom through the corner of your peripheral vision. Forcing your thoughts to stray away from the idea of it being something and anyone else other than your roommate and her company, you quickly reach for the tweezers and gauze, the exhaustion of the shift you had just worked beginning to hit you.

Once your injury was covered and the splinter was fully removed, you tiredly make your way down the now half-lit hallway, and absentmindedly toss your bedroom door open, not noticing it slowly inching to a close behind you. Grasping onto the hem of your shirt with your good hand, you lift your shirt over your head and throw it in the direction of your laundry basket. Turning around in confusion at the lack of sound your clothing usually makes as it hits the container, your eyes widen as they make contact with red irises staring right back at you.

Unable to see much due to the unknown figure making the door close on its own, fear begins to fill you before you try to make a run for it. your socked feet slide against the carpet as you try to reach out for the door handle, but to no avail. Strong hands grasp your forearms from behind and twist you around, causing your breath to catch in your chest as your back collides with the bedroom door with a muted thud.

"Most people don't run from me once I'm summoned," A voice rasps out against the shell of your ear, sounding amused. "Especially one's that smell so willing and open for me."

Biting back the offense you feel at the comment, you raise your knee and catch the unknown figure on the hip, and quickly lower yourself out of his grasp as he hunches over in shock.

Smacking your hand on the wall to make noise for your roommate to hear and to turn on a close light, you sigh in temporary relief as you're finally able to make contact with the nearest switch. A groan of pain catches your attention and your eyes snap back over to the seemingly human looking young man leaning against your door.

"What the hell are you doing here, and who the hell are you?" You grit out, heart hammering in your chest as he begins to stand back up straight. Holding onto his side, he sends a heated glare your way.

"Oh, come on. There's no need to act so coy," James grunts out, annoyance seeping in his tone as the look of fear and confusion continues to paint itself on your face. "I summon thee, on the night of Halloween, to feast upon me in the hopes of everlasting-"

"Listen, I didn't summon you. I just got back home, and.." You trail off, before the pit in your stomach grows as realization dawns on you.

"Three candles, the spell book, the incantation, and a droplet of blood. I came as soon as I scented you."

Raising your gauzed hand, you began to shake your head in disbelief. "All I did was burn my hand and open skin with a splinter, my roommate and her friend did everything else. I never summoned you; you shouldn't be here."

James forces himself to remain calm as he takes in your fearful scent, his hunger rising as his sensitive eyes rake over your bare skin.

"Summoned me or not, I still found you. I can smell your desire for change. I can smell you want to be nurtured, to be taken care of. I can smell your frustration, your hunger. It matches mine." Allowing his eyes to shift into their natural form, James hides a sharp-toothed grin as his elongated tongue runs against the back of his front teeth, his nose flaring at the spike in your scent.

"So how about we help each other out? You allow me to feed, and I'll make sure your roommate and her friend learn their lesson."

Swallowing thickly as you watch the ridges of muscle in his arms contract as he crosses them, you murmur out, "How do you feed?" Eyes glinting a murderous red and canines peeking out from behind plush, red lips, he grins out, "I thought you'd never ask."

"Well, I could start by kissing down your neck, and slowly make my way down to your breasts. I could suck my way down to your navel and wrap my tongue around your swollen, little clit. I could hold your arms above your head and tease you until you cry. I could spank your ass red and overstimulate you until the only words you can say is my name and please. Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you, darling. I'm of your use." You let out an involuntary whimper at his words and watch as he licks his lips at the sound.

Your eyes dance across his features as he stalks toward you. Large, red eyes bleed into black and a sharp tongue peeks out as you flush red at the feeling of the heat that trickles down into your gut. No matter his status or his species, he was beautiful. Blonde hair cascades down his neck and rests on his shoulders, and heavy rings adorn his long fingers. You suddenly crave the feeling of his strong hands wrapped around your throat, the same hands that pushed you against the door earlier to push you into the mattress behind you instead.

James lets out a soft, condescending sound as he takes in your now disheveled and desperate state, his right hand flitting over the mark he made earlier while gripping you. "I need your consent before I do anything with you, doll." He gravels out, the heady taste of your slick and pheromones thickening the air around him, causing him to almost pant.

Shivering as the cold of his rings starkly contrasts against his almost burning skin temperature, you for once listen to your own wants instead of thinking rationally. Looking into his dilated eyes, you nod out and plead,

"Use me. Feed from me."

⛧

Tremors run down your legs as his tongue bares your folds open, his burning hot hands forcing you to stay still as he eats you from the inside out. Bruises and bites shine out against your skin in licked over welts, slowly turning from red to purple as he brings you closer toward your first orgasm.

Trailing your hand down the sheets to find purchase in his hair, James jolts up against your clit as your fingertips graze against his half-hidden horns.

A gasp gets caught in your throat as he raises his head and looks up at you, thoroughly dazed and with his chin damp from your cunt.

"Please, touch them again." He pleads out, the strong demeanor he had earlier long gone, now drunk off the taste of your arousal. Your cry rings out across the room and echoes eerily as he goes back down on you without waiting for an answer.

Nails gently grazing against the hard bone protruding from his head, he groans heartily into your sex, which brings you over the edge. Thighs temporarily overpowering him as you stimulate his sensitive spot, they clench around his pillowy hair as his vibrations cause your back to arch and lift from the bed. Moans spill from your lips as your hips twitch from the overstimulation, his tongue teasingly dancing over your swollen sex while you plead for him to stop.

Pushing himself back onto his knees, James sends you a playful grin as he dips his sopping fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time.

You feel your pussy pulsate at the visual and your cheeks begin to redden as his line of vision trails down to your bare sex once again, his dick jumping in the confines of his jeans painfully.

"How far do you want to go, baby?" He asks you, his hand coming down to run down your bruised and shaking thigh.

Exhaustion weighs down on you heavily, but you knew that he wasn't fully satiated just yet, his hips subconsciously pressing themselves onto your calf for relief. Deciding you want to be good for him, you carefully raise a knee to lightly brush it against his straining bulge.

Closing his eyes at the contact, James lets out a hearty moan as he feels a pearl of precum stain the fabric of his boxers and seep through his jeans. You watch as he lets himself go and wraps both hands around your leg, before pistoling his hips forward and roughly dragging himself against your skin. You gently pause his hips with a palm against his clothed stomach, causing him to look down at you while you unbuckle his belt with your good hand.

"You said earlier that you're hungry, just like me," You started, before lowering your knee and spreading your legs open wider. "What if I want to feed from you too?" Looking up at him with doe eyes, you murmur out,

"I want you inside of me."

James slowly breathes out as his balls tighten and raise at your words, before pushing back and off of the bed. You watch as he removes his shirt and his pants, his entire body tight as if he were forcing himself not to orgasm at the sight of you all sprawled out.

Kneeling back onto the bed between your thighs and placing a kiss on the middle of your stomach, James stretches out and reaches for your hand, before placing it above your head.

Lips pressing against yours for the first time of the evening, it was surprisingly soft and sweet, in contrast of the way he flipped you over and ate you out earlier. Opening your mouth and allowing his elongated tongue to wrap around yours, he grins against you as he feels your feet press into the muscles of his bare ass.

"Don't worry, baby. I've got you." Reaching down to teasingly rub his cockhead against your entrance, he lets out a bellowing laugh at the whine you emit from not being filled already. Grazing a thumb across your hip in an apology, James shifts his hips forward and lets out a hiss as he slowly enters you.

Mouth gaping at the sensation of finally being filled, you raise your head and watch as his shaft disappears inside of you, his lower stomach glistening with your slick and his precum. Strings follow and connect to his stomach before he thrusts back into you entirely, the smack of each other's skin almost as loud as the groans you two let out at the same time.

"I can't go slow, I'm so sorry, baby. You feel too fucking good." James cries out, before he presses your legs up near his shoulders and grinds into you.

Reaching deeper inside of you than you thought was even possible, your jaw hangs open as you tighten around him, unable to speak as your brain begins to white out. Gently tugging your hand free from his, you instead bring it forward and grip onto one of his horns once again.

"Fuck, just let that. You're so good for me. Such a good little girl." He praises out absentmindedly, his thrusts forcing your body to slide up the sheets and nearly into the bedframe. Blinding hot pleasure numbs the bottom half of your body as his tip nudges against the lining of your cervix, and tears spring to your eyes as you begin to subspace from the overwhelming amount of stimulation.

Warmth floods into you and James' thrusts begin to slow down, and the last thing you remember before fully blacking out is a gentle kiss to your shoulder and arms wrapping around you.

"That'll be fine, it's alright." He says against the crown of your ear, before your eyes fully close.

"I'll take care of everything, baby."

⛧

Coldness seeps into the thin sheet wrapped around you and you curl into a ball, before quickly straightening your legs out as a sharp cramp fills your midsection. Wincing from the light invading your once dark room, you push your hair out of the way as you look down at the unfamiliar shirt that covered you down to the end of your thighs.

Running your hand over the fabric, you begin to smile as you remember the night before. Lifting the sheet off of your legs, you let out a gasp as your widened eyes take in the multitude of bruises and hickeys that are embedded in your skin.

Cheeks burning up in mortification, your eyes quickly glance around your room for the pants you wore the night prior, before pausing on a crumpled-up piece of paper that laid out haphazardly on the bottom of your unmade bed.

Grimacing from the strain it took to reach it, a small smile grows on your swollen lips as you unfold the paper and read the message written under the spell that started it all.

'Good morning, baby. I had to leave before you woke up because I got summoned again. Turns out after a good lay, even a demon can oversleep. I left a surprise for your roommate, so make sure you don't head to the kitchen before she does. Say this incantation if you want to see me again. I hope I get to taste hear from you soon. Love, James.'

A wide grin stays on your face as your head hits the pillows beneath you and you rest the paper against your chest.

Pausing as footsteps echo and go down into the kitchen, your shoulders shake with silent laughter as your roommates' screams fill the entirety of the home.

"What the fuck!"

I FELT your post about the feminist leaving your body. Honestly idk how francesca let him go like i know james asked for a divorce but if it was me i would be like what divorce?? You’re stuck with me for life babe lol

FR like i MEANT it when i said till death do us part‼️‼️

MIRO I LOVE YOU! 🫶🏾 just a reminder to take care of yourself dear

I LOVE YOU MORE VENUS OH MY GOD 🫶🫶🫶

i will babe and make sure you take care of yourself as well, okay? don’t stress yourself out too much, i love you sm you’re literally so sweet wtf 😭🫶🫶

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD ♡✧( ु•⌄• ) once you get this award, you’re supposed to paste it in the ask box of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it’s nice to know that someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out ( ◜◒◝ )♡♥

OH MY GOD TYSM GORGEOUS I LOVE YOU 🫶🫶

inexperienced/virgin baby boy jason getting a blow job for the first time

JUST LOOK AT HIM!!!!!!

just imagine him being spread out on the couch, trying his hardest not to cum just at the sight of you on your knees and dragging his zipper down with your teeth.

you place open-mouthed kisses over his boxers, feeling him harden underneath your lips as you hum. already, he’s moaning, his hips lifting in impatience. you get the hint and waste no time to pull off the clothing, discarding it somewhere in the room.

while you drool over the sight of his pretty cock, your bring your hand up to start pumping him, the contact making him hiss. you pump slowly to tease him, but you start feeling bad when he already starts to whine.

“please..”

“tell me, baby, what do you want?” you question.

“i need you. please” he was so sweet with his answer, his cheeks reddening from the embarrassment and you decide not to keep him waiting anymore

you bring his tip to your tongue, delivering short licks to test out the waters. he lets out a soft “oh” when you take more of him in your mouth, trying his hardest not to close his eyes so he could see you.

you place kisses from the base of his shaft all the way to his tip, licking after. you inch down his cock until your lips are at his base, your tongue swirling around him. he lets out shuddered breaths, his hands grabbing the cushions to brace himself.

“oh fuck” he whines, scrunching his eyes shut before bulging them open again, tears springing the corner of his eyes.

slowly, your head bobs up and down while one hand lingers at his thigh, inching to his hips while you massage his balls with the other.

jason tries his hardest to keep his hands to himself, not wanting to hurt you by pulling your hair, but when you hum around him, he decides that it would be okay.

one hand reaches down to tangle in your hair as he nudges your head a little further down on him. your actions speed up when you feel him twitch in your mouth, letting you know he’s close.

as much as he tried to, jason eventually accepted the fact that when it comes to you, he doesn’t have any self control, so he let his other hand go to your hair as well, his hips thrusting into your mouth the same time he pushes your head down.

“sorry, shit i’m so sorry.” he cries, trying his hardest to refrain from using your mouth this way, but he just can’t stop :(( in between moans, he continues to apologize profusely, his face turning red as he watches your lipstick leave a stain on his base “fuckkk im so sorry, i just- shit your mouth feels so fucking good ohh” his words are high pitched as he hisses at the pleasure.

he feels bad when he gathers that the sound of your gagging only made him want to fuck your mouth even more, turning him on, but right now he had no time to feel guilty when you keep looking at him like that, pushing him to reach his orgasm.

“can i cum? please. please i need to cum in your mouth, i want it so bad please” he whines, more tears falling from his face.

you try not to die at the fact that he’s begging and instead you nod and hum in confirmation. his last few thrusts are harsh as he reaches his release, a few “ah ah ah”s fall from he lips

your knees buckle when his high pitched whimpers reach your ears as he empties himself into your mouth, his hands still pushing your head down. he’s still pushing his hips into your face, just a lot slower now that he’s all fucked out as he murmurs a bunch of “thank you”s to you

when he sees you visibly swallowing his cum, he becomes very aware of how sensitive he is, so he nudges your head off, a line of spit and cum still connecting you to his tip.

you smile, wiping your lips as you watch his chest heave, his body all tuckered out. you stroke his thighs, praising him and telling him how good he was, and just comforting him.

you get up and sit on the couch next to him and jason immediately falls limp into your arms, laying his head on your chest as you play with his curls, mumbling sweet words while you rest your cheek atop his head.

if me and jase don’t do this right now i’m going to make it everyone’s problem.

Ok so like LOWKEYYYYY thot…lmk how you feel about it.

2010 james era. Mohawk. Tank. Moan.

Reader is a Victorias Secret Angel doing the big show every year, Metallica is preforming. James and Reader have been hooking up for quite some time.

How would he react preforming at the show as readers walking ?

IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN PUTTING THIS ASK OFF FOR A WHILE CUZ ITS JUST SO GOOD I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN 😭😭

I STARTED HOWLING

okay okay so victoria’s secret was doin their little runway thing but for a change, they brought in metallica to perform during the show. you were ecstatic about this cuz you’ve been hooking up with james for a while and you’ve been wanting to see him perform for quite some time

also you were just dying to see the way he’d react as you walk down the stage.

you’d be waiting patiently for your colleague to finish so that you could take your turn to walk down, but until then, you were so entranced with james growling out the lyrics to his songs, moving his fingers over the guitar, looking at the tattoos adorning his skin as you study his grey curls that were nicely put in a cute mohawk.

when it was finally your turn, you made sure to put on the show of your life. you watched as his eyes widened as you swayed your hips more than you should’ve, his lyrics coming out breathier when you stretched a little and modeled the lingerie. you blow him a kiss before strutting backstage.

when the show was over, james practically runs to find your dressing room, not being to hold off another second without being near you.

when he finds the door with your name on it, he doesnt waste a second to go inside, startling you as he locks the door behind him.

“dont.” he seethes when he sees youre about to slip off the lingerie.

“i have to, it’s not mine.” you try to explain this is only for work then you have to return it, but he wasnt hearing shit from you when youre dressed like that.

“shut up and come here.” he heaves.

with your whole body trembling in anticipation, you walk to him, letting him guide you to rest your back against the wall.

he leans close to your face “you really are an angel.” he admires, whispering into the shell of your ear, sending shivers throughout your body.

slowly, he starts kissing down, caressing your sides as he worships your body in the skimpy little underwear that doesnt cover shit. he gets on his knees, massaging your thighs as he nudges them open, pulling your panties aside.

he throws one of your legs over his shoulder and he immediately delves into your pussy, eating you out like a man starved.

your hand immediately goes onto his hair to ground yourself, which makes him place your other leg over his shoulder as well, hooking his arms around your thighs as he leans into you as much as he physically could.

his tongue teases your clit before sliding in and out of your folds, moaning into you. you shudder, grinding your hips into his face as he laps up your wetness, his nose hitting your clit.

you use your hands to push his face more into your cunt when you feel yourself getting closer. the throbbing of you clit and the slick noises coming from underneath you pushed you to the edge as you held onto his hair for fear life.

even during your orgasm, james didn’t slow down one bit. if anything, he just went faster, you repeatedly moaning out obscenities along with his name spurring him on. he made sure that his tongue cleaned up every last drop of cum, leaving you heaving and panting.

he slowly places your legs back onto the ground before standing back up. using the pad of his thumb, he removes the cum from the corner of his lips with a smile and you admire the wetness still glistening on his nose and mouth. he leans in for a kiss, all tongue and teeth and you melt into him.

without breaking the kiss, his hands find purchase on your hips, roaming a little farther down. his hands land on the bottom of your ass, hinting for you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

he leads the two of you onto the couch and you get in a comfier position to straddle him better. you continue to make out, hands wandering and exploring each other’s bodies until james’ denim rubbed against your slit a certain way, making you whine.

“please…” you whimper, pushing down on his jacket.

“alright, princess” he smiles as he gives you a quick peck on the lips, pulling away from you to remove his shirt. eagerly, you help him get rid of the clothing and even start unbuckling his belt.

when all his clothing got discarded, you made your way to remove your garments as well, but james stopped you.

“no, leave it on. wanna ruin you in this” he begs

he runs his hands up and down your sides as he marks your collarbone and neck. you reach between the both of you to start pumping him, smearing the precum all over him.

“please, i need it” you whine, grinding your hips for emphasis.

a grin takes over his face and he places his hands on your lower back, leaning forward and taking you along with him. he places a chaste kiss on your lips, smiling into the kiss just like he was and you place your hands at the sides of his cheeks.

“ohh look at you” his eyes go wide as he admires you. “god, i need you so bad.” he whispers, placing kisses underneath your ear, making you keen.

he slips your underwear to the side, his finger gathering the slick from your folds. he used the slick to pump himself, your previous orgasm making it easier for him to slip in.

breathy moans are shared between the two of you, nails digging into his shoulders while your hips move against each other.

he’s so painfully hard as he watches you squirm and cry, your back arching from the pleasure. you bounce over him, your breasts begging for attention, so with one swift movement, james pulls down the cups of your bra, tits spilling out as he immediately latches his lips onto them.

your hands cradle around his head to keep him there, encouraging his movements. using his teeth, he litters marks all over your collarbone and the swell of your breasts.

your move back to rest on james’ knees, making it easier to move over him. his finger slides underneath the waistband of your underwear, snapping the band against your skin, making you squeal.

“look at you, doing so good for me, beautiful.” he tucks the hair covering your face behind your ear before grabbing a fistful of your hair, forcing you into him as he kisses you.

you bring your hands up to the nape of his neck while your tongue molds with him, the taste and scent of him clouding your mind.

you had to pull away for breath, resting your head on his shoulder while your hand attempts to clutch onto the skin of his chest.

james wraps an arm around your waist while his other hand grasps your hair. his hips start pistoning against yours at a rapid speed, his pubic bone repeatedly hitting your clit triggering your release.

your cry into the crook of his neck, biting your lip to attempt to muffle the moans but it was fruitless.

“there you go, i’ve got you.” he whispers into the shell of your ear.

he slows down momentarily to help you calm down from your high, but he couldn’t hold off for long since he was so close to his orgasm.

“james.” you sob, tears blurring your vision.

“i’m so close.” his teeth grit and his eyes scrunch shut.

his hand wanders from your waist to the flesh of your ass, delivering a harsh squeeze. it was the sudden jolts of your after shocks and the unexpected clenching around his cock that made him reach his blissful orgasm.

“gonna fill you up.” he grunts against the shell of your ear, thighs shaking from the pleasure.

you feel his warmth filling you up, clashing against your own release as the two of you lay in each other’s arms, trying to calm down.

you pepper his neck and collar bone with soft kisses while he strokes your lower back, occasionally fiddling with the ends of your hair.

“you’re so angelic.” he informs, placing a kiss atop your head where he then rests his cheek against.

i am the biggest slut for 2010 james and i’m proud of it.

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/42432421481487665/ him in a ponytail has me weak at the knees 😩 he looks so fuckable i can’ttt

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HES SO FINE STOP IT