Sweetie Pie 🎀

I’m insane but anyways! Haii again 😚

I saw a pic on pinterest of James at the beach, it has to be around 1985. He’s wearing white shorts and he looks super good 😖. I’m just imagining going out to the beach with the whole gang (rest of Met and some other friends.) James and y/n are like besties but there’s some SERIOUS tension. James can’t stop looking at y/n’s pretty little bikini. And of course, y/n is drooling over James, shirtless and in white shorts. James and y/n go look for something in James’ pickup, some blankets, sunscreen, some shit (doesn’t matter, ha.) Something happens and James and y/n end up fucking in there 😃

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IK WHICH ONE YOURE TALKING ABOUT ITS LITERALLY THE COVER OF MY FANFIC LOOK

MANS IS SO FUCKING FINEEEE 🙏🙏

so you and your friends decided to switch it up a little and thought it would be a good idea to go to the beach. in fact, it was your idea. but you were starting to think your idea was actually pretty bad when james tossed his shirt onto the lounge chair.

you suck in a sharp breath, averting your gaze from the sight of the very shirtless guitarist and get undressed and get started on your tan, choosing that you would join the rest of your friends in the water later.

you start applying some oil some on your chest as you rub. he feels like a pervert as he watches you caressing yourself, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you for the life of him. you pretended not to notice him looking at you, putting on a little show for him, enjoying the way his eyes widen at the sight of your chest and body covered in oil in your little black bikini.

when you finally finish, you hear james let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding in. you notice his flushed face and decided to play around with him.

“is everything okay, james?” you ask, shooting innocent eyes as you fold your arms across your chest, making your breasts press up against each other.

“everything’s fine.” he says

you get annoyed at the fact that you don’t have the same impact on him the same way he has an impact on you. you decide to ignore him and continue applying the tanning oil, but he sees you struggling when you apply on your back.

“need any help?” he asks

your face turns red at the suggestion and you hope you could play it off as if the redness came from the sun. you nodded, handing him the oil as your back faces him. he stands closely to you, rubbing the oil into your shoulders, his thumb moving in tight circles. after he massages the oil into your back, he runs his large hands over your sides, giving your hips a squeeze when you gasp involuntarily.

“all done.” he rasps into your ear, loving the feeling of your body on his fingertips.

you’re relieved when you see your friends coming, running out of the beach. james starts to shuffle around, looking for the towels when they asked for it. “shit, i think i forgot them.” he murmurs

“it’s okay, i’ll go get them.” you say, already getting my car keys.

“oh, i’ll come with you.” he suggests but james you stop him, afraid of what you’ll do if you’re both alone again.

“no, it’s fine i can do it on my own.”

your friends tell you to just let him go with you and that it will be easier, so after a while, you reluctantly agreed, a frown settling on your face.

“are you mad at me or something?” he asks as he follows you to your car.

“no.” you seethe

“then what’s your fucking problem?” he places a hand on your shoulder to stop you from opening the car door, pulling your back closer to his chest.

“james, let go, i need to drive.” you fuss, turning around to face him as you rest yourself on the car door.

“not until you tell me what’s going on with you.” he places his arms on the door behind you, caging you in. when you refuse to look him in the eyes, he grabs your jaw, making you face him. his heated gaze makes your cheeks turn profusely red as your eyes widen.

“are you mad that you have a little crush on me? i’m not stupid, i know what you pulled back there. i know about all the tricks you pull when we’re together.” he chuckles, teasing you, making your cheeks even redder from the embarrassment and from the closeness.

“aww,” he coos mockingly when he sees, letting go of your jaw and caressing it instead. “it’s okay baby, i’ll take good care of you.”

he places his hands firmly on your hips, pulling you into him to kiss you. you whine into him, causing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. he wastes no time opening the car door, bending you over the driver’s seat, immediately shoving your shorts down. your head turns to face him, eyes watering from anticipation.

“god, you’re so beautiful. you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to bend you over like this,” he gives your ass a firm squeeze before motioning for you to get in the back seat.

you crawl over, taking off the rest of your shorts as he stays next to you, not-so patiently waiting for you. he starts to reach for the bottom half of your bikini and you help him get it off by lifting your hips. the second he gets rid of it, he pulls you onto his lap by your ass, making your cunt feel the heat of his cock through his shorts and immediately starts attacking your neck with open-mouthed kisses.

“gonna be a good girl for me or are you still gonna be difficult?” he murmurs against you collar bone

“i’ll be good for you, i promise.” you heave out and then wrap your arms around his neck.

he wastes no time and pulls his shorts down, just enough for his dick to spring out and rest against his stomach. he strokes it a couple times before tapping your thigh, motioning for you to get up so he could be inside of you.

he teases you, sliding his tip up and down against your folds before sinking inside of you, the both of you letting out a mutual moan of satisfaction. you slowly start to bounce on him, little pants already coming out of your mouth.

he shuts you up by kissing you, helping you move on him by placing his hands on your hips as he thrusts up into you.

“oh, feels so good, honey. yeah, just like that.” he murmurs against your ear.

he could feel your erect nipples through the top of your bikini rubbing against him and it was driving him insane, so he pulled the string of the top, letting it fall loosely before grabbing it, tossing it somewhere in the car. his mouth immediately finds his way to your breasts and you cradle his head, keeping him there as you tug on his hair.

once he finishes giving attention to your breasts, he pulls away, admiring the sight of them bouncing with each thrust of his hips. he places his hands back on your hips, trailing them down to your ass and slapping it before trailing even farther down to your thighs, giving them a squeeze.

he leans back, resting against the car seat to admire you even more. his hips start to thrust harder and deeper as he searches for his orgasm. he brushes against your g spot with each thrust from this angle, making you more eager to finish as well.

“yes, yes” you would pant with each bounce as he reaches his hands up to paw at your breasts

“that’s it, pretty girl, work for it.” he gives an encouraging pat to the spot where your upper thigh meets your ass. his words push you to continue, your hands leaning against his knees as you continue to bounce, reaching for your orgasm.

“please, i’m so close.” you whine, needing help to finish.

he cradles your back with his arms, pulling you into him in a hug as he brutally starts pistoning his hips into at a rapid speed. you cry into his shoulders, pulling at his hair as you feel your orgasm hit you. you lay limp in his arms, allowing him to continue using you as his own personal fuck toy as you enjoy listening to the little grunts he lets out.

“fuck, gonna cum in this pretty pussy, okay?” he warns before shooting in hot spurts inside of you, moans of pleasure escaping him. you lazily grind your hips into little circles as you help him finish.

“atta girl. yeah, that’s it, baby.” he pants into your ear, kissing your shoulders. you stay like this for a while, basking in the moment but eventually, he has to pull out. when he sees his and your cum seeping out of you, his fingers reach down, making sure they stay inside of you, making you squirm.

these pictures set off something inside of me.

some sketches on this mini sketchbook I think I'm having an artblock fml

lar

LARS FACE😭

high sex with kirk. just being his best friend but you get so horny from the weed that you just HAVE to fuck. need that NEOWWW

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA?? AND SOOO KIRK

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ¹⁹⁸⁶

We were lounging on the old couch in Kirk's basement, the joint being passed back and forth. The room was dark except for the lava lamp, its slow hypnotic glow casting a dim light on everything. Everything was seeming a little funky, like the weed was hitting us a little bit harder than it usually did. My head was foggy in the right way, my body felt heavy, it was sinking deeper into the cushions.

Kirk took a long drag, his eyes half closed. "Man, this stuff is good," he managed to say in a slow, lazy tone. He passed the joint back to me and I hit it, feeling the smoke burn slightly before I let it out in a soft, hazy cloud.

I turned to him, and something caught my eye. He shifted in his seat, almost uncomfortably. It took a moment for me to realize what was going on, and then when I did, I couldn't help but laugh. "Kirk, are you…?" I laughed, motioning to the very obvious bulge in his black jeans.

He groaned, tossing his head back onto the couch. "Don't," he muttered while covering his face with his hand. I was already laughing, that uncontrollable, high pitched giggle that comes when you're way too high and everything feels way more hilarious than it should be.

"I can't help it!" I sputtered, giggling. "It's just there!" I waved my hand in a general direction at his lap, and he groaned again, his cheeks flushing a little. "What's got you all worked up, huh?" I teased, nudging his arm.

He was groaning, but at the same time he was smiling, the corners of his mouth twitching up, he couldn't help but find it kind of funny too. "It's the weed," he mumbled. "It always makes me… you know."

I raised an eyebrow. "Horny?" I asked, barely suppressing another laugh. He nodded, clearly embarrassed which just made it funnier.

"Well," I said, smiling wryly, "what are you gonna do about it? 'Cause it doesn't seem like it's going anywhere." I relaxed back, my head resting against the back of the couch.

Kirk chuckled, running a hand through his messy black hair. "I don't know," he said, shifting uncomfortably again. "Just trying to, like, think of other stuff."

I looked at him, then at the bulge, which wasn't very clearly going away. "You sure about that?" I asked, grinning. I could see frustration on his face, but it was rather comical, in a weird way.

I couldn't stop myself. Without even thinking about it, I reached over and pressed down on his crotch, right on top of his jeans with a giggle. "Maybe 'little Kirk' just needs some help going down," I laughed.

The second my hand touched, though, he let out this low, almost helpless moan. I froze a second, my eyes wide. "Whoa," I said, laughing but also a little surprised. "Did that actually feel good?"

He bit his lip, half lidded eyes on mine. "You have no idea," he said, voice rougher now, almost desperate. "I told you, I'm too fucking high for this shit.

I blinked, teasing still but intrigued a little now. "So you're saying this isn't going away, huh?" I asked, pressing down again, this time harder. He moaned again; his hips shifted slightly under my hand.

I should have stopped there. Should've let it go, made another joke, moved on. Something about the way he reacted stirred something inside me. Maybe it was the weed, or maybe it was the way he looked at me-his eyes dark, needy. And I felt my body spark up, a burn started low in my belly.

"Well, what are you gunna do about it?" I asked, my voice lower now, maybe not quite as teasing.

Kirk looked at me, his eyes hot. "I can't… it's not just gonna go away," he growled, his voice low. "Not without, you know…" His eyes flashed to my lips and my pulse sped up.

My mouth went dry, but I forced a smile, keeping it light despite the fact that I was beginning to feel it, too. "What, you need me to fix it for you?" I teased, but there was heat behind my words now.

He didn't say a word, but the glint in his eye said it all. And before I could really think about what I was really doing, I moved, scrambling on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands came up to rest on my hips, like he’d been waiting to do so.

"This is probably a terrible idea," I said, but I was already tilting forward, my lips grabbing his.

"Probably," he agreed, but then his mouth was on mine, and the rest of the world went away.

It was a sloppy kiss, all fire and need. His hands slipped up underneath my T shirt, his calloused fingertips grazing my skin and shooting shivers down my spine. I could feel how hard he was beneath me, the rigid length of his arousal pressing against me through his jeans. I rocked down on him, and he groaned into my mouth, his grasp on my hips clenching tighter.

I pulled back just far enough to tug my shirt over my head, flinging it aside before reaching for his. He helped me, tugging it off in one smooth tug. His chest was hot to mine, heart pounding just as hard as mine was.

I leaned down, pressing kisses along his jaw, down his neck, while my hands fumbled with the button of his jeans. "Let's see if we can help 'little Kirk' out," I whispered, smirking against his skin.

He laughed breathlessly, but it degenerated into a groan when I finally succeeded in unzipping his jeans, sliding my hand inside. His cock was hot and pulsing, and I couldn't help but stroke him slowly, teasingly.

"Fuck," he hissed, hips bucking up into my hand. "You're killing me.”

I smiled, enjoying the control I had over him in this instant. But I was just as riled up now, my own body aching with need. "Then let's make it better," I said, getting up briefly to remove my jeans and underwear, just as he did his.

When we were both naked, I climbed back onto his lap, his cock pressing insistently against my entrance. I hesitated for just a second, meeting his eyes, and everything felt more comfortable, more real. But then he kissed me again, and I felt myself fall a little bit in love.

I sank down onto him slowly, both of us groaning at the sensation. He filled me completely and for a moment we just stayed like that, savoring the feeling. Then I started to move, rolling my hips in slow, steady motions, and he matched my pumps, his hands clamping onto my hips and guiding me up and down on his length.

It was messy, sloppy, but in the best of ways. We were frantic, our bodies slick with sweat. I rode him quick, my nails digging into his shoulders while his tip rubbed my G spot relentlessly.

Truthfully, it didn’t take either of us that long. The weed, combined with everything going on, just had both of us on the edge.

The tension built and built within my body, tighter and tighter until I just could not hold it back anymore. I came with a soft cry, my whole body trembling around him, and a few moments later, he followed, his hips jerking up into mine as he released inside me. Warm spurts heated me from the inside.

We stayed that way for a moment, both of us breathing hard, still tied in each other's arms. Then I fell against his chest, and he wrapped himself around me, holding me tight as we came down from the high.

"Well," I said after a minute, my voice still tired, "that was…"

"Fucking crazy," he completed, and we both erupted into laughter, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room.

We were high, tangled up in each other, but now the calm was in, that lazy satisfaction after the storm. I burrowed my face into his neck, feeling his heartbeat start to slow down beneath my cheek.

"I guess weed really does make you horny," I said, smirking against his skin.

He chuckled softly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. "Apparently.".

We spent some time just lying there, cuddling, our bodies still buzzing from the high, but much more relaxed now. No trace of awkwardness whatsoever, no weirdness-just two of us, laughing, holding each other, absolutely comfortable in the aftermath of everything.

Finally, I drew back far enough to take a good look at him, my fingers brushing a stray lock of hair out of his face. "So… round two?" I joked, raising an eyebrow.

He grinned. "Maybe after a nap.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: femdom, restraints, bdsm, softdom, edging, praise, dry humping, grinding

I could feel the smirk on my face as I tightened the silky red ropes up over Dave's head, securing his hands there against the bed frame. His cock was hard as a rock already from the restraints.

"Mmm, look how excited you are already," I purred, tracing a finger lightly up the shaft. "I just know you're aching for it."

Dave groans, trying to thrust into my hand, but he's helpless, completely at my mercy. I wrap my fingers around his base and start slowly pumping him off.

"Not yet, though. first, I'm going to tease this pretty dick until you beg for it." I lick my lips as I tighten my grip and stroke faster. "Beg for me like a good boy."

I can't help but grin wickedly as I watch Dave writhe beneath me, desperate for any more stimulation. But I keep my touches feather light, barely grazing his sensitive, throbbing skin.

"Please." he whimpers needily after several excruciating minutes of teasing. "I need more. Please touch me properly!" He growls.

"Since you asked so nicely." I agree, finally wrapping my hand fully around his throbbing erection. I pump him firmly from root to tip, twisting my wrist on each upstroke.

"That's it, take what you need," I encourage as I increase my pace. My other hand reaches down to gently cup and massage his balls. "Fuck into my hand. Show me how badly you want it."

Dave moans loudly and bucks his hips, fucking himself on my fist with abandon.

I lean in closer and my warm breath dances against Dave's ear while I continue the strokes up and down his pulsing cock in firm, rapid motions. "You're doing so well, baby," I whisper huskily. "Such a good boy, taking everything I give you. I love seeing you lose control like this."

My fingers rub across his sensitive flesh, brushing occasionally over the leaking slit and spreading his pre cum to heighten his pleasure. I can feel his body tensing, muscles coiling tight as he nears the edge.

"Almost there, aren't you?" I tease, my voice dripping with seduction. "But not quite yet. We've got some more fun to have first."

With that, I abruptly freeze my hand around his straining erection, leaving him achingly hard and wanting.

Dave growls, his chest heaves as he wrestles with the ropes binding him. His cock strains desperately in my palm, demanding its release.

"Please," he begs, his voice strangled with need. "I cannot take any more of this torture. Let me cum.. I promise to be good."

I just smile and trail my fingertips down his torso, dipping them into his navel before continuing lower. "We'll see about that," I murmur, giving his heavy balls a gentle squeeze.

I lean back now, gazing at his exposed form appreciatively, my eyes lingering on the thick veins pulsating along his length. Then, with slowness, I begin to stroke him once more, working him toward another near climax.

I position myself between Dave's legs, his erect cock nestled against my clothed heat. A sly grin smeared across my face as I begin to grind against him in slow circles.

"Oh yes, just like that," I moan softly at the feeling of his hardness pressed against my sensitive folds through my panties. "You feel so good rubbing me like this, Davey."

Dave's eyes widen in surprise and arousal as my panties rub him. He squirms and strains against the ropes binding his wrists behind him, trying to push harder into my grinding hips.

"Don't fight it," I advise breathlessly, picking up speed as I grind his cock. "Just let yourself enjoy it. these tight little panties are all that separates you from being inside me…”

The friction is sending me wild, my clit throbbing in time with each roll of my hips.

I continue to grind against Dave's straining cock, the damp fabric of my panties providing just enough friction to send sparks of pleasure through us both in my increasingly urgent movements.

"I can feel how much you want this," I pant, my voice low and sultry. "How bad your cock needs to be inside me… Don't hold back, let go and fuck me with your hips."

Dave is shot on by my words and begins bucking his own hips, meeting my downward thrusts with upward pushes of his own. The combined motion has our bodies slamming together in a lewd, rhythmic dance.

"Yes, just like that!" I exclaim, my head thrown back in abandon. "Fuck, you feel so good..."

We continue dry humping furiously as I lean forward, nipping at Dave's earlobe and setting shivers down his spine.

"Poor thing, all tied up and unable to touch me," I tease, mockery oozing from my voice. "Just think how much better this would feel if you had your hands free to explore every inch of my body..."

I pastor my words with a harder roll of my hips against his, grinding my clit against his cock in a way that makes us both gasp. "Or you reaching down and slipping those big hands under my skirt… feeling the heat of my pussy through my soaked panties…”

Dave groans at the thought, his hips jerking in a weird rhythm as he chases the pleasure. "God, I wish I could," he admits, strained with lust. "I'd touch you everywhere, make you.. ah.. scream.."

I chuckle, enjoying the effect my words have on him. "Maybe later, when I decide to set you free," I reply with a wicked grin. "For now, just focus on my body."

I quicken my pace again, riding him with abandon, my juices soaking through the thin material of the underwear. Wet sounds of our frantic coupling fill the room, mingling with Dave's desperate moans and my own cries of pleasure.

"So close," he pants, his cock throbbing almost painfully against me. "I'm gonna…fuck, I'm gonna cum without even touching you."

"Go ahead then," I exhale. "Cum all over yourself like a good boy."

With one final moan, Dave's body tenses and then shakes. His cock pulses as he unleashes spurt after spurt of hot cum onto his stomach, wrists tugging at the ropes binding him.

"That's it, baby," I praise, still grinding up against him as he rides out his orgasm. "Give me every last drop. You look so sexy covered in your own cum."

As his spasms finally subside, I slow my movements to savor the feeling ofpleasure still rippling through us both. Finally, with a contented sigh, I lift myself off his spent cock.

"Now, let's clean you up and see about getting you untied," I tell him, flashing a playful smile.

Helping Dave to clean up, I move to stand beside him, brushing the tangled locks of his fiery hair away from his flushed face. I lean in and place a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, my lips curving in a warm, affectionate smile.

"There you go, all cleaned up and looking cute," I coo, my voice dripping with sweetness. "You did such a good job following directions and pleasing me. I'm so proud of you, baby."

Dave blushes at the praise, eyes sparkling with happiness, a hint of relief that the intense scene has finally ended. He reaches up to touch my cheek, his calloused fingers gentle against my skin.

"Thanks… baby," he says quietly, the nickname used by and reserved for a select few. "That was.a lot."

Bad boy!Dave accidentally making his sensitive gf cry/feel bad and he tries to comfort her by kissing and cuddling (or sum else yk *wink wink*)

i actually love this req anon 🙊🙊

you two were watching a movie, some sex scenes and whatnot. but of course, Dave's gonna say something about the actress, making goo goo eyes at her and commenting on her body. you noticed and kept to yourself when he shifted around and groaned in his seat. him saying things like "damn, look at her" and "god- she's beautiful" when she looks nothing like you, different body shape and a blonde, of course.

you stopped watching the movie, kind of curling into a ball on the couch and moved away from his touch.

he looked over, seeing how you were acting. he was confused, putting his hand on your thigh.

"somethin' wrong, pretty?"

he asked, genuinely wanting to know what was bothering his baby.

"oh, you think im pretty? yeah, right..."

you mumbled the last part, already starting to get emotional over something that didn't need to be a big problem.

"what?? of course i think so-"

he shook his head, giving an eye roll.

he leaned in to kiss your cheek, though you pushed him away and wipes the kiss stain off of your skin. he was just heated now.

"what the fuck is up with you?!"

he yelled, making you burst into tears. he knew you were sensitive to yelling, hiding your face in your thighs. muttering the words "im sorry" over and over again.

of course he felt like shit for making his girl cry, trying to comfort you by rubbing your back and playing with your hair.

"don't be sorry- that was- my fault, i know, i know."

he sighed, kissing your head.

"cmon, let's go,"

he picked you up over his shoulder, bringing you to your shared room and sat you down on the mattress.

"tell me what's wrong, baby. please?"

he wiped your tears, seeing how red and puffy they were. he kissed your cheeks, trying to make you happier.

"you... you were-"

you sniffled, looking away from the other.

"saying things about her.. on tv,"

you mumbled softly, looking back at Dave.

"oh honey,"

he brought you into a hug, lifting you up to your feet and shoved your face into his chest, caressing the back of your head.

"you know it's just a celebrity crush-"

he tried, but you spoke up again.

"she looks nothing like me! it makes me think im not even your type.."

Dave pouted, you looked up and he started kissing your forehead.

"are you kidding? you're so gorgeous. a beautiful face, eyes, smile.... body."

he whispered that last part, making your face heat up a little bit.

"cmon- you're such a beautiful girl compared to any of those sluts on tv."

you started laughing, smiling, trying not to cry or let out happy tears from Dave's words of affirmation.

"see! look at that pretty smile."

he chuckled, kissing all over your face.

"and if you don't believe me..."

he eyed the bed behind you, giving a smirk.

"maybe i can fuck it outta you, hm? make you my person slut, how's that?"

he whispered in your ear, earning a gasp out of you when he rubbed his bulge against your thigh.

you just nodded quickly, getting away from Dave's tight hold, taking your shirt and shorts off.

he did the same, stripping to his boxers, you in your undergarments.

he kept eyeing you, running his hands up and down the sides of your torso.

"god- i love you so much."

he said, putting sloppy kisses up and down all over your body.

"all mine, yeah?"

"mmhm.."

you moaned out, him pushing you onto the bed, his head in between your legs, leaning down to put soft kisses against your clothed clit making your thighs contract around his head.

"Dave-"

he hooked his fingers under your underwear, pulling down before he ran his fingers through your slick folds.

"what? wanna taste you, sweetheart."

you leaned back into the pillows, relaxing your body as you tangled your hand in his curls.

he attached his mouth to your hole, nudging your clit with his nose. the friction made you squeal, which only made Dave more turned on.

he was too busy eating you out to try and pleasure himself, only grinding against the edge of the mattress when he could.

bringing his mouth up to your clit, sucking and licking harshly on it to get you to your release, making eye contact with you while he did.

you shoved his face down more, cumming all over his face before you almost screamed in pleasure.

he lifted his head up, mouth and chin smothered in your fluids, biting your lip from the sight.

"my turn now, princess."

he smacked your thigh, flipping you over on your knees, grabbing your hips and shoving himself inside of your cunt, groaning from how warm and tight it was.

"fuck! already wanna cum, baby."

he wrapped his arms around your stomach, bunny humping you, hitting hard and deep thrusts which made you moan, shoving your face deep inside of your pillow.

"ah, ah. let me hear those pretty little noises."

he demanded, slapping your ass and gripping onto your hips before you got louder.

"there you go. that's my girl-"

he groaned before letting out a whine, cumming inside and filling you up, not stopping with his thrusts, wanting to make sure you came around him again.

his seed dribbled out of your cunt down your thighs, cumming around his length and gripping the sheets.

"that felt good, hm? yeah?"

he chuckled, flipping you over on your back again as he got ontop of you, sucking hickeys onto your neck.

"so pretty... gonna make everyone know you belong to me."

you held his head in place, moaning everytime he bit down onto your sensitive skin.

"you're fucking mine. yknow that, baby?"

you nodded, letting out louder whines just to get Dave worked up.

"Good-"

he tackled you into a hug, cuddling you. he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your face.

"love you so much."

the fact that im german and reading this. also, us modern germans are literally terrified to be identified as nazis for what happened literally 83 years ago. NOT ALL GERMANS WERE NAZIS.

this has been rotting my brain...

so imagine sucking James dick and while you're down there, he can tell how needy you're getting so he sticks out his boot and you end up riding his boot while sucking his dick

this is just so 🤭🤭

YES YES YES OMGHSHFJSGDJAHD

you’d be getting him off and his moans would drive you insane. seeing the way he just throws his head back, praising you, calling you sweet names as he tugs on your hair while you suck him off, it makes you even wetter.

when he delivers a particularly hard thrust into your mouth, you couldn’t hold back anymore. you started clenching your thighs, looking for any sort of relief but it was fruitless, making you whine over james’ cock. he finds humor in your neediness but after a while it’s just pitiful, the way you start grabbing on to him to find any sort of friction like a dog in heat.

he shifts his leg a little until his boot was right underneath your heat. you look up at him confusedly, your mouth still stuffed with his cock and the sight makes him twitch.

“jesus christ” he hisses before letting out a breathy moan. when he sees that you still don’t get the hint, he taps his foot. “there you go, pretty girl. you’ve earned it” he smiles reassuringly.

the second you understand what he means, you pounce at the chance to ride his boot while you keep sucking him off. the friction that his boot keeps making against your clit was causing you to whimper and whine around him as you try to reach your climax.

james needed to cum so bad. he could die right then and there a happy man just from seeing the way your mouth could barely take him all and the way you keep pathetically rutting against him.

you start crying, frustrated from the overstimulation on your clit, yet you can’t cum. james brings his thumb down to wipe your tears lovingly, but then he has a tight grip on your hair, using it as leverage as he mercilessly thrusts into your mouth like you’re nothing but a hole to him.

you feel his balls slapping against your chin, constantly gagging around him as you pitiably bounce on his boot. he tries to help you finish by tapping his boot against the ground, meeting your cunt halfway with your grinds.

“oh fuck, gonna cum in this pretty mouth, shit.”

with one last thrust into your mouth, he holds your head still, not even thinking about the possibility of you not being able to breath or choking around him. he cums deep into your throat as you practically suck him dry, your throat constantly restricting around him. he feels his dick in your throat as he strokes your neck, making you swallow every drop of cum in his system.

after what feels like forever, he finally pulls out of your mouth, making you gasp for air and cough. he doesn’t bother wiping your tears form your cheeks or cleaning up the cum and spit smeared around your mouth and chin.

“there you go, sweet girl, you got it” he pats the side of your cheek, telling you sweet words of encouragement to help you finish.

“i need to cum, james, please” you whine, tears streaming down your face.

“come on baby, you could do it.”

you grip onto his legs for leverage, helping you ride him faster. you pant as you feel your orgasm hit you suddenly. you bite down on his thigh, trying to be careful not to hurt him. you lay limp, resting your head against his thigh as you hug his leg, your chest heaving as you come down from your high. james strokes your hair lovingly, murmuring sweet praises.

“you did so good for me. atta girl” he smiles sweetly at you

oh my fucking god i will SCREAM I NEED THIS I NEED HIM