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angelst4re · 2 years

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So It Goes- Jace Wayland x Reader

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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jamies001fan · 2 years

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Music to His Ears

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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im sorry??? but all i can imagine is jamie campbell bower. It sounds so much like him im screaming

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𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑴𝒀 𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐂. 𝐁𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧. 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐣𝐨𝐛, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝!𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭.

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐲<3 𝐁𝐓𝐖 𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒!!!

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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jcbbby · 1 year

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oooooh buddy. yikes yikes yikes. okay, this is my first just straight up smut fic. this is NOT my usual thing at all, so like…this may be absolute garbage??? I’m sorry in advance lmaoooo. this is also like, SO LONG I feel like, because I just literally don’t know how to get the fuck to the point and I just keep writing? lol side note, this is for those who have ever needed to get railed in a sun dress. ;)

If you’re not comfortable with this type of fic, please don’t read! I still love you either way! <3

Warnings: 18+ only MINORS LOOK AWAY, rpf but in an alternate universe, age gap (reader is like 19, Jamie is 34), p in v sex, unprotected sex (do not try at home, kids), oral (female receiving), obvious major power dynamic issue lol, kinda a slow burn? Idk what I’m doing

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It was a warm and humid late May Friday afternoon. You walked through the courtyard, tossing your hair up into a loose bun to get it off your neck in this heat. You dressed for the temperature, wearing a short yellow sun dress with spaghetti straps, complete with strappy sandals showing off your pedicured toes. You were ready for your week-long stay in the Florida Keys, a cliché but nevertheless exciting college summer vacation. Your first year of college was ending, and the only thing that stood in your way of you and your friends’ trip was your final exam for Professor Bower’s class.

Truth be told, you were a little disappointed to be finishing his class, even though it was just a standard required English literature course. You often found yourself absentmindedly staring up at him as he sat on the edge of his desk, a pen tucked with soft blonde locks behind his ear, leading a group discussion on the assigned reading. His high cheek bones, chiseled jaw, pale blue eyes, the wrinkles that would form in the corner of his eyes as he smiled at wonderfully thought-out opinions and analyses from the students, his charming British accent.

There was that one time he leaned in close at your desk to look over your work, feeling the warmth of his body radiate against you, his cologne lingering for a few moments after walking away. How he said your name when calling on you to answer a question. How you would drift off into a daydream wondering how your name would sound leaving his lips in a much more intimate setting… You spent the whole semester in his class feeling a yearning deep in your core. You were going to milk today’s time in his classroom as long as you could. Perhaps you had also worn the outfit you had chosen for more than just the heat wave, hoping to catch his attention just once before parting ways.

The campus was quieter than usual, with many students having already finished their exams and left for the summer. You had some time before your exam and decided to stop by the café on campus for a coffee and last minute study session. After being handed your drink, you went to take a seat on one of the couches and took out your notebook, scanning over the pages of notes.

“Ah, a little cramming session?” A familiar voice said in front of you.

You looked up from being buried in the pages to see him, Professor Bower. He was dressed much more casual than usual. In a pair of black jeans with a white t-shirt and a black blazer over it.

You smiled. “Oh…well, you know. Couldn’t hurt, right?” He looked incredible; you loved this more laid back look on him. Not that he didn’t look great in a tie as well. “You look like you’re ready for summer vacation.”

He looked down at his outfit and back up to you with a chuckle. “Yeah, I figured I’d tone it down for this last day, maybe help everyone relax for the exam… you look like you’re in summer vacation mode as well. You look…very nice.” He looked you up and down, lingering a little longer than you expected somewhere below your eyeline.

You blushed and felt butterflies in your abdomen. “Oh um…thank you. I-I’m heading south after this.” You cursed yourself in your head for saying it like an innuendo.

“You don’t say, how fun.” He grinned. “Well, I better go get everything printed. I’ll see you in class. Good luck on the exam, Y/N.”

You nodded with a meek smile as he turned and headed off in the other direction. All you could think about were his eyes on you, how you would have loved to see what his hands would have done, and how tightly your thighs were squeezing together.

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The classroom was dead silent during the exam, except for the scribbling of pens and pencils across pages. Jamie was sitting at his desk at the front of the room, glancing over his macbook every so often at the room. You found it hard to focus after your encounter earlier, looking up frequently to gaze at him. On a few occasions, he caught you, your eyes meeting for a brief second before you frantically and embarrassingly looked back down at the exam. He would smirk to himself as you felt your cheeks grow hot. You’re blowing it, you thought to yourself.

One by one, each of your classmates brought their finished exams up to the front, with Jamie quietly telling each of them to have a good summer.

“30 minutes left, guys.” He announced to the few of you remaining.

He looked directly at you, holding your gaze for what felt like an eternity before going back to his work on his laptop. You looked back down at your exam, now furiously writing, worried that you wouldn’t finish because of your distracted mind. Not only were you embarrassing yourself in front of the hot professor, but you would also fail his class. Before you knew it, it was just you and Jamie left in the classroom. You glanced to the clock, swallowing hard.

“Time’s up, love.” He said from his desk.

You sighed, gathering your belongings and making your way to the front. You handed your packet to him. “I uh…I didn’t finish. I’m sorry…”

Jamie tutted as he reached for the papers. “Even with that last minute study session?”

“I guess I was…a little distracted…” You shifted on your feet.

“Distracted?” Jamie leaned back in his chair. “Anything you’d want to talk about?” The look in his eyes felt ravenous, like they were reeling you in as prey.

“I don’t know…” You started as he stood up and began walking around to the front of the desk. You felt your breathing get heavier and a sudden wave of confidence washed over you. “I-I uh…kept thinking about how good you look in that blazer…”

Jamie let out a soft chuckle as he came to sit on the front of his desk like usual. “Is that so?”

You turned slightly to face him. “And…how good you’ve looked all semester...how I’ve been hoping you’d notice me…” Your entire body was electrified, being this close to him, desperately wanting his hands on you.

Jamie smirked, taking your arm and guiding you in between his slightly spread legs. Your breath hitched. His hands rested at your hips, sending aching pulses straight to your pussy.

“Darling, I’ve noticed. You always wearing those short skirts, twirling your pen in your mouth in class, not even knowing you’re driving me wild…but we both know I can’t get involved like that with a student…as much as I want to…” His voice was low, you felt his hands start to caress your hips and move towards your ass.

“But I’m technically not your student anymore…the exam is over, I’m done with your class.” You put your hands on his chest, leaning into him, feeling his chest rise and fall with more force. You craned your neck up at him.

He snorted a laugh. “You know I meant as a university student here in general…fuck, you look so good in this dress though.” His hand now resides firmly on your ass.

You began tracing circles with your finger on his chest, looking up at him with your best doe eyes. “I won’t tell if you don’t tell…” You whispered, pressing yourself into him, feeling him harden beneath you.

Jamie groaned quietly with a slight chuckle. “Oh, you’re gonna be the death of me....fuck it.”

He hungrily pressed his lips into yours, both of you immediately softly moaning into the other’s mouth, overwhelmed with want. You move your hands from his chest, wrapping them around his neck. His tongue greedily asked for entrance at your lips, which you wasted no time allowing it in, twirling yours with his. A semester’s worth of desire was erupting inside you, finally coming to fruition.

As you both clumsily tried to get more of each other’s mouths, Jamie’s hands planted firmly on the underside of your thighs, lifting you up against him. Your legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he spun around, sitting you down on his desk, never once breaking contact. He slid the blazer off over his shoulders, tossing it on to his chair behind the desk. You didn’t know he had tattoos. He had always worn blazers or long sleeve button ups. It was a welcomed surprise, you always had a weak spot for tattoos.

You pulled back from him, allowing you both to catch your breath. “You wanna fuck me right here on your desk?” You asked playfully.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you on this desk from day one.” He smirked, placing another kiss on your cheek before turning away.

He slipped over to the door, twisting the lock with a click. You were already so wet with anticipation, but you were still relatively new to sex, and suddenly felt a pang of apprehension creep in. You weren’t a virgin, but you weren’t exactly experienced. Aside from a less than notable prom night at a motel, you hadn’t seen much action. But this was a man, a probably very experienced man, and you were worried about impressing him.

Turning back from the door, he paused just for a moment, taking note of your changed body language. “Hey, you okay? You know, we can stop here if you want.” He walked back to you, standing between your legs, placing a hand on your outer thigh.

“No, no I’m fine. I want this. I want you…I just…I’ve only had sex once.” You looked away, embarrassed.

Jamie chuckled. “Oh, darling…” He cooed as he brought his hand to your cheek. “You can trust me. I can go as easy as you want.” His gentle care turned you on even more.

You brought your hand to his on your cheek and pulled it down, pressing it to your aching heat between your thighs, looking up at him with glassy eyes. “What if…I don’t want you to go easy.” You whispered. “How about you teach me something new, professor…”

His eyes went from where you placed his hand, and back up to your eyes. “Shit…you’re so wet.” He breathed; you felt his fingers lightly moving against your clothed cunt. “You sure you want this?”

“Mhm...god, I want you.” You nodded, staring at his lips, hoping his fingers would find their way under the barrier separating them from where you needed them.

Jamie crashed his lips into yours, as you clamored your hands over his shoulders and arms, hoping to pull him closer. His hand remained between your legs, teasing you with pressure that just wasn’t enough. You brought one hand down to his emerging bulge, caressing him through his jeans. A soft moan came from his throat as he rocked his hips slightly, before pulling away from you and taking your hand off of him. You looked confused.

“No, no. Your hands stay above both our waists, got it? Now, lie back.” He smirked.

You did as he said, slowly lowering yourself back on to the desk, keeping eye contact with Jamie. He remained between your legs, a hand on either thigh. He slowly pushed his hands up toward your hips, bringing the bottom hem of your dress up with them, exposing your light blue panties that were splotched with your excitement. He smiled to himself seeing how turned on you were for him. He glanced up at you, just scanning one more time for any sense of hesitation, before hooking his fingers around the band of them, and sliding them down your legs.

He tucked them into his back pocket, bending over you, meeting your lips again. He nipped at your bottom lip, as he reached back down, tracing a finger lightly over your slit. Your hips bucked upward, begging for more stimulation. Jamie smirked against your lips as he took his finger to your clit and began tracing tight circles. He moved his lips from yours down to your neck, biting and suckling, no doubt leaving marks that would take a few days to fade. You squirmed under his touch, aching for even more.

“Professor Bower…” you moaned.

“Call me Jamie, love.” He said against your neck.

“Jaaamiee…” You moaned again.

“Fuck, I love the sound of that.” He groaned, removing his finger from your bundle of nerves, a whimper leaving your mouth at the loss of contact.

He pushed you slightly backward, giving him the right angle now to place a delicate kiss on your thigh. He smirked up at you briefly before then moving planting his mouth on to your eager cunt. His tongue worked euphoric circles on your clit, not wasting any time also plunging a finger inside you. You gasped, grinding your hips down into his face, tensing yourself, your hands automatically tangling themselves up in his hair. Suddenly, he stopped.

“Hey. What did I say? Hands above the waist, or I won’t touch you anymore.” He said sharply.

“But…it feels so good…I can’t.” You say, catching your breath.

“Well then I guess we’re done here.” He started to stand up.

“No! Please…please keep touching me. I’ll be good.” You bit your lip.

Jamie smiled devilishly as he sank back down to his position. “That’s my good girl.”

He returned to working on you with his tongue, pumping in and out with his finger. You tried to stifle your increasing moans, not wanting to draw attention to yourselves. Jamie moaned into your pulsating heat, causing vibration, and sending shockwaves through your core. You gripped the edges of the desk, trying to follow Jamie’s rule, writhing under him. You bucked your hips up as he slipped in a second finger, pumping rhythmically as he swirled his tongue.

“Shit…shit I-..” You breathed.

“You’re doing so well, baby. That’s it. I’ve got you.” Jamie pressed a hand to your lower abdomen, increasing the growing pressure in your belly.

Without thinking, you grabbed his hand, gripping it tightly as you squirmed, feeling your release building. He smiled against you at this innocent and intimate gesture, intertwining his fingers with yours, still suckling your sensitive bud. He curled his fingers upward inside you in a beckoning motion.

“Jamie, fuck, I-…I’m gonna…”

"Yes, love. Go on, cum for me. Cum just for me." Jamie kissed and nibbled on your inner thigh.

You felt your orgasm crash over you. Your legs quivered as your head fell back in ecstasy. He caressed your hand in his with his thumb as he kept rubbing your clit with his other, helping you ride out your high. He came back up to your lips as you came down in a haze, tasting yourself as he kissed you.

“You still with me, love?” He asked chuckling, pulling you to sit upward again.

“Yeah…no one’s ever gone down on me before. You’ve set the bar really high, though.” You panted, buzzing all over.

“Good.” He smirked, leaning into kiss you again.

You couldn’t wait any longer, you needed him. All of him. Right then. You brought your hands up to his belt, eagerly undoing it as he smiled against your lips. He assisted in removing the belt and pushing his jeans down, his cock springing out over the band of his boxers as he pulled them down. He spit into his hand and wrapped around his cock, stroking himself a few times as he stared at you, taking you all in with his eyes before he had his way.

"I need you...I need you right now, Jamie. Please." The words poured out of your mouth, dripping in lust.

Jamie chuckled. "So desperate for me...you're so good for me."

He lined himself up with your waiting cunt, still seated on the edge of the desk. Slowly, he pushed himself in. Your breath hitching as his width stretched your walls, and he let out a moan as he bottomed out. He kissed and bit at your lips as he paused a moment for you to adjust to him, before starting an even and pace of slow, deep thrusting.

“God, I’ve thought of this while I’ve fucked my hand so many times…shit. You feel so good around me, baby.” He said in a gruff voice before burying his face into your neck, his teeth looking to leave more bruises.

“Me too.” You whispered. “Mmm, fuck me, Jamie.”

“Mmm, say that again, love. Say my fucking name.” He groaned, thrusting deeper.

“Mmmm, oh god, please fuck me, Jamie.” You moaned into his ear, your hands sliding through his hair, gripping his blonde hair tight as your eyes closed.

In a swift motion, Jamie pushed you down on your back again, pulling your legs up into his arms. His pace quickened, thrusting hard and fast into you from this angle. With your legs open and held up like this, he was hitting exactly where you needed it. He was fucking you like he wanted you to never forget it, and you knew you never would; you could never after this.

“You’re my fucking girl.” He grunted. “Say it.” He delivered a hard smack to the side of your ass cheek, with your legs still on either side of him. You let out a yelp as his large hand made contact with your soft skin.

“I’m your girl.” You panted. “I’m your girl, Jamie.”

He continued pounding into you. Both of you had long since given up trying to stifle yourselves. You reached down to your clit, circling it with your fingers, looking Jamie directly in the eye. He smiled wickedly with a chuckle as he watched you touch yourself while he fucked you. You felt him twitch inside you, being driven wild at the sight before him.

“Fuck, baby...that’s so sexy…I don’t think I can last much longer.” He gripped your thighs tight in his hands. “Where do you want it?” He asked.

“Inside.” You moaned. “I have an IUD. I want to feel you cum in me.” You arched your back, feeling a second high approaching.

“Okay. Fuuuck. I-…I’m-“

He reached his released, throwing his head back with a string of expletives. You felt his warm, thick seed spill into you, sending you over the edge at the sensation. You clenched around his cock, your body quivering with pleasure. As you both came down from the euphoria, Jamie’s pumping stopped and he stayed still, not yet pulling out of you. He let your legs fall and pulled you back up towards him, his hand sliding up into your hair, while his other hand rested on the small of your back. He placed a delicate kiss on your lips, pulling back as your sweaty foreheads rested together while you both caught your breath.

“Well, I think you passed the exam.” Jamie chuckled.

You laughed. “I’ve always been a bit of a teacher’s pet, hm?”

He slowly pulled out of you, reaching over to a roll of paper towels kept near the whiteboard to help with cleanup of the mess you had both made of yourselves and the desk.

“So… I’m teaching a poetry class next semester.” Jamie began as you finished straightening yourselves and the room up. “If you’re interested in any further extracurricular activities...” He winked.

“You know, I just might switch to being an English major. I suddenly really love literature classes.”

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munsonxmayhem · 2 years

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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:)

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.

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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Innocence Be Damned - Peter Ballard/001/Henry Creel

A/N: This took so long but it’s finally here!

Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity, slight manipulation in the beginning but not really

You couldn’t remember a time where you weren’t in the lab. The more you tried to think back on your childhood, the less you could remember. One of the only constant things in the few memories you had was Dr. Brenner. He was always there as a sort of father figure, although you didn’t call him ‘Papa’ like the others. To you, he was always Dr. Brenner.

And since Brenner had raised you, you also grew up with Peter. He was a few years older than you, but you’d grown very close to him. He was your best friend. You’d even go as far as to say you had a bit of a crush on your friend. You’d never had a boyfriend, but you wanted him to be yours. He was handsome, so much in fact that he invaded your dreams every night. You were also used to patching him up when he got hurt, but now that you were a certified nurse in the lab, you saw Peter in your office more often than you’d like… at least for the wrong reasons.

“Peter, sweetie, what happened this time?” you asked, gently dabbing a pain relieving ointment on the burns on the side of his neck. He winced but held still as you took care of him.

“I went against Dr. Brenner's orders.” he said, letting out a deep sigh. “I gave the children each a piece of hard candy after they had eaten their lunch. They’d all been doing so well with their lessons, I thought they deserved a treat.”

You fought to keep the frown off your face. Peter was so kind… almost too kind. When he spoke to you about the children, you could tell he cared for them or at least their potential. To you it just seemed that his heart was much bigger than Dr. Brenner’s and he was suffering for it.

“Peter, you know you can’t disobey Brenner like that. This is the third time this month you’ve come in here after being reprimanded for going against his orders. I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

He looked up at you from his seat as you stood over him, inspecting the wounds further, wondering to yourself if they’d need a dressing or not. His gaze was innocent and his smile was kind, you thought nothing of it. But you were unaware of his true intentions. You didn’t notice the way his blue eyes drifted from your face, down your neck to your cleavage that peeked out of the top of your blouse. Or the way that his hands were balled into fists at his sides in an attempt to keep his hands to himself.

“I know you don’t, Y/N. I don’t mean to get in trouble, really, I don’t. But it does give me an excuse to see that pretty face of yours.” he said, his bright blue eyes darting up to meet yours, an enthusiastic smile on his face. You sighed, your hand cupping the side of his face gently.

“You don’t have to get hurt to come see me, Peter. I’m always right here. I’m not going anywhere.” you assured him, your thumb rubbing gently over his cheek.

The small gesture meant more to him than you realized. You were the only one who showed him any kindness or spared him loving glances. He smiled and placed his hand over yours on his face, his fingers gently curling around your hand.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

You slowly and reluctantly pried your hand from his before giving him a small smile.

“So I don’t think your wounds will need any sort of dressing on them. They went easy on you this time…. Just keep them clean and let them breathe and you should be alright. And try not to get into any more trouble, Peter. If not for you, then do it for me? I hate seeing you hurt.” you said, ready to send Peter on his way. It was getting late and you knew he had to do his rounds before heading to bed and you didn’t want to keep him too long.

You moved to the other side of the room, putting away the ointment and throwing away the cloth you’d used to clean his wounds. But Peter didn't move. His eyes stayed glued to you, scanning along your body and landing on your ass as your skirt rose up a little bit while you stretched up on your tiptoes to put the ointment away. He could feel himself begin to harden in his pants as he watched you. Time to put his plan into action.

“Y/N,” he started, making you turn to look at him. “Could you maybe come to my room in about twenty minutes? I’m afraid I may have another problem I’d like you to take a look at.”

“If you’re injured you should just show me now since you’re already here.” you said, taking a few steps closer to him, letting your eyes run over his body while you inspected him for any further sign of injury.

“Well, you see, normally I wouldn’t mind letting you take care of me right here in your office, but anyone could walk through that door at any given moment. My problem is a bit … personal and I don’t want anyone else to know about it. It’s a tad bit embarrassing if I’m being honest.” he explained, putting on a shy smile.

“Oh… well I guess I could come to your room and take a look. I’ll be there in twenty. Now go make your rounds before Brenner finds out you’re late.”

“I’ll see you in twenty.” he said, smiling at you as he stood up and left the room.

You went about your business, wondering what was ailing Peter. You were hoping he wasn’t seriously hurt. He was your best friend, after all. You continued to put away your medical supplies and sanitized the countertops and chairs and your desk before checking the time. It had been precisely eighteen minutes since Peter had left your office. He’d be done with his rounds by now and should be headed back to his room.

You gathered a small bag of medical things you may need and headed out the door, praying you didn’t get lost in this endless maze of blank, stark white hallways. You may have lived here your entire life, but the place was a labyrinth. Thankfully, Peter’s room wasn’t too far from your office. You stopped outside the solid white door and knocked softly, knowing he would hear you. The door swung open only seconds later, revealing Peter’s smiling face.

“Thank you for coming, Y/N.” he said, gesturing you inside before shutting the door and clicking the lock, ensuring nobody could disturb you.

“Of course, Peter. Now sit down and tell me what’s wrong.” you said, grabbing his hand and leading him to sit on the edge of his bed. “Are you in any pain?”

“Yes I am, love. I have this horrible ache that’s been bothering me for a while now. It comes and goes.” he explained, locking his eyes on yours. “It actually hurts quite bad right now.”

“Where does it hurt? I can’t help you very much if I don’t know where it is.” you said, giving Peter a playful smile. He smiled back, soaking in your innocence and knowing he was about to take it away from you.

He slowly grabbed your hand before guiding it to his cock and placing your hand over his growing bulge. You gasped as he pressed your hand against him, flames licking up the back of your neck. You don’t know what you were expecting him to do, but this wasn’t it.

“P-Peter….” you started, unable to form words. You may have been ‘innocent’ but you weren’t stupid. But you were also panicking. “You’re aroused, not hurt. I’m not sure how I can help you.”

He slowly let go of your hand and you pulled it away quickly as if you’d been burned. Your eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but at his face.

“Y/N, please look at me.” he said, standing up. You could hear the pleading tone in his voice and you caved, looking up at the tall man in front of you. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable but I’m going to be honest with you. Yes, I’m aroused, but only because I’ve been thinking about you. About your pretty face and your perfect lips that I wanna kiss so badly. And before you suggest taking care of it by myself, I’ve tried, sweetheart. Oh trust me, I’ve tried. It doesn’t work. I can never quite get there by myself. I don’t trust anyone else but you to help me.”

“Peter, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, because I really do…. I just don’t know how.” you admitted, nervously wringing your hands in front of you.

“What do you mean you don’t know how? Surely Brenner gave you a sex ed class at some point.” he said, thinking he was stating the obvious. You just shook your head and his eyes went wide with shock. “You’re really telling me that you’ve never been taught about sex?”

“No… it was never brought up in any of my classes. Did you have a class about it?” you asked curiously.

“Yes, I did, Y/N. I had assumed we were just split up by gender. Boys in one class and girls in another… I never thought of the possibility that only the boys were given this class.” he said, feeling halfway guilty about luring you into his room. The next words you said shocked him, sending a blinding heat straight to his aching cock.

“Would you teach me, Peter?” you asked, hopeful he’d say yes. You watched his eyes light up at your request and a smile tugged at his lips.

“Oh, love, of course I will.” he said sweetly, letting a hand gently move to your waist and pull you closer to him. “We’ll start slow, ok? Just gonna start with the basics. But I know you’re a fast learner, and a hands-on one as well, so I’m gonna need you to take these pretty little clothes off for me. Can you do that?”

You took a step back and slowly toed off your heels before letting your fingers begin to unbutton your white blouse. Peter sat back down on the bed and watched you with hungry eyes. His cock was straining against the stark white fabric of his pants and he so desperately wanted to take it out and stroke it while he watched you, but he wanted you to do it for him.

Soon enough you were able to shrug your shirt off your shoulders, exposing your skin to the cold room. Peter's eyes immediately fell to your breasts, barely concealed by the sheer black lace of your bra. Then you shimmied out of the black pencil skirt you had been wearing, leaving you in just your underwear and black stockings. But it was enough that it was driving Peter mad.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N. So fucking beautiful.” he said, palming his erection though his pants. Your eyes darted down to where he was touching himself and you could feel yourself blushing.

“Will… will you get undressed too?” you asked, hoping he would agree.

“Of course, angel.” he said, standing up before slowly taking off his clothing. His eyes stayed glued to yours, watching your expressions as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it slip to the ground before unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down along with his underwear, leaving him completely naked before you. You could feel the heat rising to your face as you looked him over, trying not to let your eyes linger too long on his cock. He was much bigger than you expected. He sat back down on the bed before beckoning you over. “Come here, sweetheart.”

You took a few tentative steps towards him and stopped, standing directly in front of him. His smile was wide and his eyes were bright as he looked up at you.

“Peter, I don’t know what to do.” you whispered.

“I’ll show you, baby. Can you get on your knees for me?” he asked. You did as he said, moving to kneel on your knees between his spread legs, putting your face dangerously close to his throbbing cock.

“Now what?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes. He groaned as he looked down at you, looking so innocent on your knees before him.

“I want you to use your mouth, baby. You’re gonna take it in your mouth and suck on it.” he instructed, his hand moving to slowly stroke his length. Your nerves were getting the best of you as you looked at his cock, the tip red and weeping.

“Peter…” you started, but Peter cut you off.

“Will you help me, sweetheart? It hurts…” he whined, pouting slightly, his blue eyes blown wide with need. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies when he looked at you like that.

“Do I just… put it in my mouth?” you asked, glancing up at him, waiting for further instruction.

“I’ll guide you, love.” he said sweetly, giving you a smile. “Open your mouth, sweetie. I’ll do most of the work at first until you get the hang of it.”

You did as he said and let your jaw drop open, your tongue slightly sticking out of your mouth on instinct. Peter could almost bust just from seeing how cute you looked waiting for his cock to fill your pretty little mouth.

He let his hand caress the side of your face before gently guiding you forward until your mouth hovered over his cock and his tip nudged at your tongue. You blinked up at him, wanting to watch his face to make sure you were doing everything right. His eyes fluttered for a moment before leaning back on his hands.

“Stay still, baby. Don’t move.” he instructed before lifting his hips slightly, pushing his tip past your lips, rubbing against your tongue. “Now suck on the tip, baby. Be gentle… no teeth.”

You did as he instructed, closing your lips around his tip, being careful to keep your teeth away from him. You sucked gently on the tip, your tongue slowly caressing the sensitive skin. Peter’s head was thrown back and he let out a guttural moan. You could tell he liked it so you continued your actions, swirling your tongue around him.

“Fuck, you’re doing so well, baby. Feels so good.” he moaned. You could feel the pride swelling in your chest at his praise.

Wanting to hear him make more of those noises, you decided to take matters into your own hands. He seemed to like what you were doing with your tongue, and you remembered what he’d told you to do, so you combined them. Sucking and swirling your tongue around his tip. You placed a hand on his thigh to steady yourself as you began moving on your own, suckling on the head and tracing the vein on the underside with your tongue.

“Oh jesus christ!” he moaned, looking down at you, clearly shocked that you’d taken it upon yourself to please him instead of letting him guide you. You pulled off of him and looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Is this ok?” you asked quietly.

“More than ok, baby girl. My god, whatever you were doing with your tongue, please do more of that. Felt so good, angel.” he praised, reaching a hand down to stroke over your hair, encouraging you to continue. You quickly leaned back down to take him into your mouth once again, this time taking an extra inch, forcing you to bob your head as your lips suctioned around him and making him moan. “Oh f-f-fuck!”

You half smiled, your lips still wrapped around him as you continued sucking his cock like it was a lollipop. You loved the noises he was making and seeing how you were making him fall apart when he was normally so composed. The swirling of your tongue got messier as you inched further down, engulfing more of him in the wet heat of your mouth. You glanced up at him when his tip hit the back of your throat making you gag for a second.

“You don’t have to take it all the way, sweetie. You’re already doing so well.” he grunted out, trying to maintain his composure and failing miserably. You slightly shook your head, trying to signal that you wanted it. “Are you ok, Y/N? Tap my thigh twice for yes and once for no.”

You tapped twice without hesitation and then resumed bobbing your head and focusing on keeping your lips suctioned around his length. You could feel the muscles in his thigh tense underneath your fingertips. His tip hit the back of your throat again and you suppressed the urge to gag, breathing heavily through your nose. You pushed forward until your nose was pressed against his lower belly and your throat was filled with his cock, holding for a few seconds before pulling off of him, sputtering as you tried to catch your breath.

“Breathe, sweetheart.” he soothed, running his hands repeatedly over your hair until you caught your breath again.

“I’m ok, Peter. Don’t look so worried.” you said, giving him a reassuring smile. He untensed, his facial features softening as he grinned at you.

“You’re a quick learner, little one, but I don’t want to push you too far in one day. I don’t want you to hurt yourself trying to please me. Maybe we should st-”

“No!” you yelled, cutting him off. “I want to make you feel better… I want you… Please? I know this is a lot of pressure to put on you, but I’ve really admired you for quite a long time. I’ve recently come to the realization that I… I love you. I wouldn’t wanna do this with anyone else.”

Your heart pounded in your ears at your sudden confession, not knowing how Peter would react. Little did you know his heart was pounding just as fast as yours, the realization that he could truly have you. You craved him just as much as he craved you. And he would be allowed to keep you afterwards. It shifted something in him… made his heart feel funny. It was an unknown feeling to him but he decided that he was gonna run with it.

“Oh, angel.” he cooed. “I love you too, sweet girl. I’ve wanted you for so long. Now why don’t you stand up for me. I want to show you just how much I love you.” he said, helping you up off the cold floor. He stood with you, towering over you. His fingers traced the strap of your bra, tickling the skin of your shoulder. “Can I take this off?”

You nodded your head and turned around, giving him access to the clasp at your back. You felt his fingers start at your shoulders, tracing the straps all the way down to the clasp before slowly unclasping it. The fabric fell loose around you before falling to the floor, freeing your breasts to the cold air. You slowly turned around to face Peter and his gaze immediately fell to your breasts, watching the way your nipples hardened under his gaze.

He raised both hands, slowly to ensure that you wanted this as much as he did. You made no move to stop him, letting him cup your breasts, weighing them gently in his hands as he ran his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. You let out a whiny moan at the contact, surprising both Peter and yourself.

“Does this feel good, Y/N?” he asked, doing it again, watching your eyes flutter at the contact.

“Yes… oh god, yes.” you whimpered, pushing your chest out in an attempt to gain more contact.

“What about this?” he asked, a wicked grin on his face as he pinched both nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

“Peter! Oh!” you whimpered, squeezing your legs together and grabbing his upper arms to keep yourself upright.

“Oh, you’re so sensitive, baby.” he cooed before letting his voice drop to a lower, more deadly tone. “I’m gonna have so much fun breaking you.”

“Please, Peter! I need you to touch me!” you moaned, causing him to smirk.

“You need me to touch you, princess?” he asked teasingly. You nodded your head quickly. “Where? Show me.”

You could feel yourself blushing as you grabbed his hand from your breast and slowly dragged it down the front of your body until his fingers were grazing your pussy through the lace of your underwear. Just the light touch of his fingers was enough to set you ablaze.

“Here.” you whispered, almost ashamed at how turned on he had made you.

“Right here, baby?” he cooed, running his finger up and down your covered slit a few times, enjoying the tiny whimpers you let escape. Your hands gripped his shoulders hard to keep yourself upright. He chuckled at your reaction.

“Yes, Peter.” you admitted, looking up at him through your lashes, pleading with him to touch you the way you desired. “Please… I need more.”

“I can tell. You’re already so wet, baby. Your panties are soaked.” he said, grinning down at you. You could feel your face heat up again as he pressed down harder on your clit, making your legs shake. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed, love. I love that I can turn you on like this. And this is only the beginning, sweetheart.”

“Just the beginning?” you questioned, wondering just how far Peter was going to take it.

“Mhmm. Can we take these off?” he asked, snapping the elastic band of your panties against your hip. You quickly nodded your head before stepping back so you could remove your panties, letting them drop to the floor. You were about to remove your stockings when he put his hand over your to stop you.

“Wha-” you started but he cut you off.

“Keep them on, darling.” he said, guiding you to his bed. You eased back, resting your head against the pillows and kept your legs shut tight. He kneeled beside you on the bed, his fingers beginning to gently trace where the pudgy top of your thigh met the tight nylon of your stockings. “They look so damn good on you… and they’ll look even better when they’re wrapped around my hips while I fuck every last bit of innocence out of you.”

“Peter…” you whimpered, unsure of what you were pleading for but you knew you wanted whatever he was about to give you.

“Open these pretty legs for me?” he asked sweetly, tapping your thigh gently with the tips of his fingers.

“Ok…” you answered quietly, so quiet that you weren’t sure he even heard you.

You could feel yourself blush and parted your legs slightly, your shyness taking over and preventing you from opening them any further. You looked up at him with wide eyes to see him staring down at you, a smirk on his perfect lips.

“Baby girl…” he warned, smirking down at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Open.”

Before you even had the chance to open them on your own, Peter's hands went to your knees and forcibly pushed your legs apart, pinning your thighs to the bed. The cool air fanned over your cunt, your sticky lips spreading apart and exposing your engorged clit and weeping hole to his hungry gaze.

“Oh my god.” you whispered, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment. You’d never been so exposed in front of anyone before and Peter was staring at you like a starved man and you were his last meal.

“Princess, you have such a pretty pussy.” he cooed, letting his hands drift up your thighs until his thumbs were brushing over your cunt, spreading you open even further. You whimpered and peeked at him through your fingers, seeing his eyes trained on your cunt and his cock twitching. His eyes glanced up to meet yours and he smiled, his hands leaving your pussy and coming up to pull your hands away from your face. “Why are you hiding from me, my love?”

“I just… never been so exposed in front of someone before.” you answered.

“Do you want to stop, angel?” he questioned further, praying you wouldn’t back out. But he knew he’d stop in an instant if you truly wanted to end things here, not wanting to risk losing you before he even had you.

“No.” you answered quickly. “I want this, Peter. I just don’t know what to expect.”

“It’s ok, angel. I’m going to warm you up first but I need you to trust me.”

“I trust you. I love you.” you said, smiling at him. Your words made his heart swell. His precious angel loved him, trusted him enough to deflower her.

“This is going to feel amazing, sweetheart. I promise.” He said enthusiastically as he made his way back down between your legs, his face now dangerously close to your aching cunt.

Before you could ask what he was doing he pressed his mouth against your pussy, his tongue licking through your wet folds. You tossed your head back against the pillow and pressed a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. His tongue flicked repeatedly against your swollen clit and your hips jolted at the sudden heat shooting through your body.

You could feel Peter smirk against your center as he continued to make out with your pussy, smothering it with kisses and sucking on your labia. Just as you were getting used to the feeling of his tongue slowly worshiping you, he switched it up on you, pushing his tongue into your weeping hole. The coil in your belly wound tighter and the heat spread over your entire body. You felt like you were on fire. Your eyes rolled back and you bit the palm of your hand to keep yourself quiet. If anyone was to find out about this you’d be screwed.

“B-baby, I-I don’t kn-know what’s happening!” you squeaked, letting your hands drop to the sheets, fisting them so tightly you were afraid they may rip. He pulled away from your cunt, but only for a second.

“You’re gonna cum, princess. Have you ever made yourself cum before?” he asked, letting his finger slowly rub your clit with a featherlight touch. You quickly shook your head ‘no’. “Oh my sweet, innocent girl. Just relax, baby, and let me have the pleasure of being the one to give you your very first orgasm.”

He lowered his head again and wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard as he moved his fingers to trace around your entrance, threatening to plunge inside. Your breath hitched in your throat and your hips jolted at the sudden pleasure. Then without warning he pushed his finger inside you, your tight walls clenching down on him.

“P-Peter!” you moaned, the heat crashing over your body as the coil finally snapped, sending you over the edge and making you see stars.

Peter’s tongue and fingers never relented, working you through your high. Your legs shook and your back arched, eventually falling back down onto the bed as you came down. He gently pulled his mouth away from your clit and carefully pulled his finger out of you, making you wince from the sensitivity. Peter chuckled and you let your eyes flutter open to look down at him.

“Peter… holy shit, that was amazing.” you breathed out, letting your head fall back against the pillows again.

“You did so good, baby.” he praised, crawling up your body until his face was level with yours. “I know you're sensitive, love, but can we continue?”

You looked up into his big blue eyes and saw nothing but love. It ignited a new fire within you causing you to catch a second wind. Without warning you leaned forward and captured his lips with your own, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck. He kissed you back eagerly, little moans and whimpers leaving his mouth every few seconds. Your fingers tangled in his hair and gripped hard, causing Peter to rut his hips against yours, his hard cock sliding through your wet folds. You jolted as his tip nudged against your clit. Both of you stopped and pulled apart, breathing heavily.

“Is it gonna hurt?” you asked, looking into his eyes.

“Probably.” he said honestly. “But I’m going to do everything I can to lessen the pain. And it won’t hurt forever, just for a moment, and after that moment it’ll be nothing but pleasure.”

“Take me, Peter.” you whispered, widening your legs a bit and bucking your hips, causing him to slide through your folds again.

“Fuck.” he gasped, moving back just a bit to line his tip up with your entrance. “Are you ready, angel? Once we do this it can’t be undone.”

“I want this.” you said. “I want you.”

Without another word he slowly leaned down, pressing his lips against yours again. You kissed him back slowly, enjoying the feeling of his perfect lips caressing yours. The feeling of his tongue gently licking along your lower lip made you moan, enough of a distraction for Peter to finally push himself inside. You gasped as you felt his tip stretch your walls. There was no pain yet but the feeling was unfamiliar.

“You ok?” he whispered against your mouth, refusing to pull away from you.

“Yeah.” you whispered back, pressing more kisses against his lips. “More.”

He did as you asked and slowly pushed forward, sheathing more of himself inside you until he hit some resistance. He pulled away from your lips only to stare down at you, silently asking for permission. With anyone else under any other circumstances he couldn’t have cared less, but this was you. He’d grown to love you, an extremely foreign feeling to him, and he’d be damned if he did anything to hurt you. You gave him a small nod and a smile, assuring him that everything was ok and you wanted him to continue.

“Brace yourself, darling. I’m sorry.” he said, giving you a brief moment to grip onto his shoulders before slamming his hips against yours, effectively pushing all the way inside you. You yelped and dug your nails into his shoulders, surely breaking the skin. Your whole body tensed up causing him to groan. You immediately loosened your grip on his shoulders and tried to relax your body, your breathing now coming out ragged as you adjusted to ache. He let out a long breath before speaking again. “That’s it, baby girl. Relax. Shhh you’re doing so good for me. Such a good girl, taking me so well.”

You focused on your breathing, trying to ignore the burning stretch between your legs. Eventually the burning subsided and you just felt full… it felt good. You experimentally rocked your hips and you whimpered feeling his cock sliding against your walls, keeping you stretched around him. You could see the worry on his face but you quickly eased his mind.

“Feels good, Peter. Move… please move.” you begged, rocking your hips again to encourage him.

He slowly pulled almost all the way out before pushing slowly back in. You whimpered and rolled your hips up to meet his. He did it again, this time faster and gaining a loud moan from you. He smirked down at you and continued to rock into your pulsing cunt.

“Is this ok, Y/N?” he groaned, keeping the extremely slow pace.

“Mmmm yes… oh fuck.” you whined, rolling your hips against his in an attempt to convince him to move faster.

“Such a filthy mouth on my innocent little girl. Tell me what you need, angel.” he said, grinding against you. The friction against your clit made your eyes roll back.

“Faster! Peter, please!” you moaned, bucking your hips against his.

“As you wish, my love.”

He smiled down at you and slammed his hips against yours, immediately picking up the pace. His eyes were trained on yours as he watched you struggle to keep your eyes open. You forced your eyes to stay open and looked up into Peter’s eyes. The pleasure that was written all over his face was enough to make your walls flutter around his cock.

His thrusts were becoming brutal, your breasts bouncing with each thrust and the headboard banging against the wall. Both of you no longer cared if anyone heard you or told Brenner about your newfound relationship with Peter. Brenner be damned, you wouldn’t let anyone come between the two of you.

Your arms came up to wrap around his neck, pulling him down into a fiery kiss as you wrapped your legs around his waist, desperate to keep him close. His lips devoured yours, groaning into your mouth as your legs locked around him.

“Y/N, princess, oh fuck! So fucking tight… You feel so much better than I could have ever imagined.” he moaned.

He slowed down his thrusts and let his hands run down your body to your hips, gripping you tight as he sat back on his knees and pulled you closer until your ass was off the bed and in his lap with his cock still buried deep inside you. He gave an experimental thrust and it knocked the wind out of you. The new angle made the tip of his cock press against your cervix and g-spot at the same time, making you see stars with every thrust inside you. It wasn’t long until you could feel the heat blooming in your belly again.

“I’m… I’m close!” you gasped between ragged breaths. Peter smirked down at you.

“Me too, baby. I’m gonna count down and we’ll cum together, ok?” he told you. You could only nod your head in agreement, unable to form words.

His thrusts became harder and faster and he moved one hand to your clit, letting his thumb rub circles on your sensitive bud as he continued to pound into you.

“Ten.” he grunted, his eyes locking on yours. “Nine…. Eight.” he continued, applying more pressure to your clit and watching you squirm beneath him. You truly were a beautiful sight if he’d ever seen one. “Seven.” His grunts and groans got louder as his hips moved faster, enjoying the wet sounds that were coming from between your legs. “Six” he moaned loudly as he watched your hands grip the sheets and your walls began to squeeze him, signaling you were close. “Hold it! Don’t cum until I say, Y/N! Do you hear me?”

“Peter, f-fuck! Please!”

“Five… four!” he panted, letting one hand move to your breast and pinching your hard nipple, twisting it between his fingers. The sensation sent a new wave of heat straight to your pulsing cunt. “Three…. Two..” he continued, his voice labored. Your moans were echoing off the stark white walls and your vision was beginning to black out as your orgasm neared its breaking point. “One! Cum for me, baby! Oh fuck, cum for me, Y/N! Fuck!”

The heat exploded and you could feel yourself gushing around his length as his hips stuttered against yours and he released inside you. You could feel every spurt of his warm seed against your sensitive walls, prolonging your orgasm. He leaned down, nuzzling his face in your neck as you both desperately tried to come back down from your earth shattering orgasms. You couldn’t help the pitiful whimpers that bubbled up in your throat as you managed to catch your breath.

“Peter, baby, oh my god. Peter.. Fuck… oh fuck. Feels so good, baby. Mmm you feel so good in me.”

“I know, princess. I know.” he said quietly as he gently untangled your legs from around his hips and slowly pulled out of you. You winced at the sudden sensitivity and turned your body to face him as he plopped down on the bed next to you. Your eyes fluttered shut as soon as you got comfortable. “You still with me, baby?”

“Mhmm.” you mumbled, letting your eyes slowly drift open to meet his. You gave him a lazy smile, making him chuckle.

“Aw, is my girl sleepy? Did I wear you out, princess?” he cooed, bringing a hand up to brush some hair out of your face after pulling the blanket up over both of you.

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna sleep yet.” you admitted, bringing your hand up to his chest to trace random patterns on his flushed skin.

“Good, because I need to tell you something.” he said, his fingers lightly brushing your cheek but his eyes were darting nervously around the room.

“What is it, Peter? Is everything ok?” you asked, concern lacing your features. Peter hated seeing you so worried.

He said nothing as he sat up and licked his thumb before bringing it down to his left wrist and rubbing harshly. Inky black flesh was revealed as the skin toned makeup was smeared away. 001.

“I wanted to tell you a long time ago but Papa wouldn’t let me.” he explained before moving his fingers to the side of his neck, feeling around before pausing and reaching for your hand. You gave it to him and he brought your fingers up to where his had just been. When you pressed down you could feel a small lump under the skin, practically undetectable. Before you could ask, he explained. “It’s a soteria. Papa implanted it when I was young. It’s a tracking device and suppresses my powers.”

“But.. but why did he do this to you? Why aren’t you doing lessons like the others?” you asked.

“Papa is scared of me. I became too strong for him to control. Y/N, if you listen to anything I say, please remember this one thing. Papa lies. He is a monster.” He said, tears brimming his eyes as he pleaded with you. “I need to get out of here and I wanna take you with me. Please say you’ll come with me, angel. I can’t survive without you.”

“I’ll go with you.” you whispered, leaning forward to press your lips against his. You weren’t sure how you were going to escape, but you trusted Peter with your life. You loved him.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea how happy that makes me.” he mumbled against your lips.

You stayed cuddled up in bed with him for maybe another hour. During that time he explained how he came to be in Brenner’s care and you clung to every word he said, wanting to know him better. You also agreed to cut out the device in his neck tomorrow evening after his last rounds. It would be quick and messy, but it would have to do until you were both out of this prison. Eventually you reluctantly got up and got dressed again. You didn’t want to leave, but you had to if you didn’t want to get caught. Your hand was on the door handle ready to leave when he spoke again.

“Eight o’ clock tomorrow night, lock the infirmary door and hide underneath your desk. Don’t come out no matter what you hear. I’ll come for you when it’s safe.” he said, his blue eyes boring into yours. You nodded your head in understanding.

“I love you, Peter.” you said quietly.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

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e-munson666 · 2 years

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Just Us Three (2)

++Jamie Bower x Joseph Quinn x Actress!Reader++

(Immediately following pt1, the boys show you how much they want you after the press party, making it clear you should be with them)

Warnings ⚠️: 18+, poly relationship, smut, language, soft dom Jamie, soft dom Joe. Fingering, oral, penetration mentioned. A/N: sorry this took so long, I got really behind

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Pt1

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

As soon as the boys got you alone in their hotel room, they were all over you. Pinning you between them as they moved hastily to remove your clothes and theirs. Once everyone was left only in their underwear, Joseph picked you up and carried you to the bedroom, Jamie close behind.

"Joseph, I can't believe we've waited this long to get this goddess into our arms" Jamie cooed, kissing up your arm as Joe sat you on the bed, caressing your thigh. You kept looking between the two men before you, lust burning in your eyes.

"Oh I know love" he responds to Jamie, then turning to you, "we've been after you for awhile princess" he says, placing a long kiss to your lips.

"Joe" you whimpered, feeling his hand meet your clothed pussy, your body jerked forward into his touch, arousal seeping through the lace of your panties.

"Oh Jamie, she's dripping" Joe teased, spreading your legs so Jamie got a good view of the wet patch of your underwear. Jamie let out a deep groan and bit his lip in response.

Joe slid the fabric to the side, and drug one of his fingers over your wet core. He pulled his finger away, glistening in your slick, and quickly stuck the digit in his mouth, groaning at your taste.

"Jamie you've gotta taste her" Joe says, quickly running the same finger down your core again, and this time sticking his finger into Jamies mouth. Jamie quickly grabbed joes wrist, moaning onto his finger as he swirled his tongue around, lapping up every bit of your taste.

"Fuckin hell" Jamie gasped as he finally pulled away. He grabbed the back of Josephs hair and pulled him into a rough kiss, your juices swirling around on their tongues as their lips melted together.

You watched in awe at the two men in front of you, arousal pooling from you once more. You took one of your own fingers and circled around your clit as you watched them manhandle each other as they made out.

A soft moan came from you as you played with yourself, causing the boys to break away from their kiss, and gape at you. "Oh sweetheart, did you like that?" Jamie teased, chuckling as you nod.

"Our girl is dirty Joe" he says to the brunette, reaching down to replace your fingers with his. A loud moan escapes your lips as Jamie shoves two fingers into you, shushing you as he slowly pushed in and out.

Joe was in the other side of you, boxers down, roughly fucking his own fist as he watched. You look over at Joe, watching his brow furrow while he pleasured himself. You gently put your hand over his, and moved it away from this throbbing erection.

Joseph gasped as you leaned down to take him into your mouth, causing a groan to come from Jamie as well. "So needy" he teased, eyes shifting between the two of you.

"Fuck Jamie, she feels so good" Joe whined, gripping his hand into your hair. "Yeah love? Tell me about it"

"Her lips....ar...are so soft.....so...warm..." Joe sputtered, feeling his climax coming fast. Before Joe could chase his release Jamie pulled your mouth off of him, replacing it with his own. You watched as Jamie finished off the brunette, hands wandering over each others body as they moaned into each other.

As Joe finished in Jamies mouth, they both turned to look at you, eyes blown out in lust.

"Dont be jealous sweetheart, have a taste" Jamie says before grabbing your cheeks, forcing your mouth open so he could spit some of Joseph's cum on your tongue." You moaned at the taste before swallowing it down, eyes rolling back in your head at how dirty this was.....and how much you loved it.

The men were wide eyed in awe at the sight of you, seeing the girl they've wanted be as filthy as they were alone together made them feral.

"Thats enough teasing" Jamie announced, grabbing your panties and yanking them off. Him and Joe made eye contact after seeing your pussy for the first time, biting their lips at each other and smirking.

"Who do you want first baby girl" Jamie cooed, undoing your bra, leaving your angelic form completely exposed to them. They had both removed their boxers, as their eyes traced up and down your body.

You looked between the two beautiful, naked men in front of you, heart fluttering as you saw the lust they had for you in their eyes.

"Joe" you squeaked, grabbing at the brunettes chest.

Joseph let out a loud chuckle before quickly sliding himself between your legs, dragging his throbbing cock between your pussy lips.

"Did you hear that Jamie, she wants me first" Joseph teases the blonde, while slowly pushing his tip into you.

"Dont be crass Joseph" Jamie jokes, stepping behind him, laying kisses down his back as Joe thrust his full length into you. "Lets just give our baby girl the night of her life" Jamie continued, causing a loud moan to come from Joe and you.

A/N: I'm sorry again this took so long. I have never wrote MLM content before so I wanted to make sure I did the best that I could to represent a more realistic poly situation than some of the other "love trios" I've written.

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mikqls0n · 1 year

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He’s mine||jace wayland x fem!reader

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Warnings: jace being the perfect boyfriend, swearing, jealousy, use of y/n, slight smut

Summary: you and jace are inseparable but now clary comes to the institute and gets interests in jace

Extra: this is placed in 2009 instead of 2007 so jace’s 18 and reader too

“It’s a demon bite!”

After jace had brought this girl into the institute cause he thinks she isn’t a mundane because she saw him killing a demon with Alec and Isabelle made you quit angry.

If you could you would just throw her out of the institute, by just the way she looks at jace. Your boyfriend.

“Look she’s awake” the glass boy said while this girl slowly wakes up.

Jace arms was wrapped around your waist from behind and his chin resting on your head.

“Ah, shit what is that?” Red-head said as she touched the protection rune which cause her pain.

Jace wanted to say something as he got interrupted by glass-boy.

“That’s a rune, you can use them for anything, healing, protection, can yourself visible and invisible which Is so cool! And when you’re hung-“who was not getting cut off by jace.

“No! We weren’t sure but when I draw the rune on you and you didn’t die, we definitely knew you had shadowhunter blood in you” jace explained.

“Ok so here are clothes you Could wear. It’s not everyday we get girls here” Isabelle came in and put the clothes on the table next to red-head.

Jace knew you didn’t liked when other girls would come here so he said.“Alec, could you take clary to hodge? Me and y/n are going to our room”

“Yeah I guess”

———

“You don’t have to be jealous of here love,you know I love you” jace said as he could literally feel your death stares towards clary.

“I’m not, jealous” you tried to hide the fact that, if looks could kill clary would be dead the second you saw her with jace.

“Hmm, my love’s jealous over some girl I don’t know” he teased you with a smirked you absolutely adored.

“Fine. I was. So what I’m not the one giving you the look as she wants to marry you right now”

“But you do”he whispered in you ear.

“Some day”you closed the space between you, as you lips met where he immediately kissed you back.

His hands found you waist as he pushed you against the wall as you make out.

———

“So, this y/n and jace. They seem close” clary said as hodge told her about her mother being in the clave.

“Y/n and jace? Yeah, couple of 6 years, never thought they would truly love each other” clary’s body was filled with jealousy as she listen to hodge.

“And do they fight often?”

“No, at least I never knew or saw a fight between them, they’re always together. Inseparable”

“Hmm, okay..”

———

“Did you lock the door?” You moaned between the sentence as jace’s hands went to unbuckle your belt.

“No, but who cares?”His lips on your neck again, and as Jace was about to pull your pants down you hear a knock from your door.

“NOT NOW” jace yelled as the door opened anyway which revealed clary.

You rolled your eyes as you pulled up your pants.” Hodge said that these silent brothers are ready”

“Yeah uhm, wait downstairs ok?” Jace said as he put on his shirt again.

Clary whispered a “ok” as she closed the door.

“One person gets here and now we don’t even have privacy anymore?”

“I know love but I’ll be back as soon as I am ok? I love you” he quickly kissed you ok the lips before going downstairs.

———

“I can’t believe we’re going to Magnus just because of that stupid girl” You said annoyed as Isabelle did your hair.

“What did we say about being nicer to people?”you rolled your eyes as you and Isabelle went out the door downstairs to the Main door where alec, jace and clary were already standing.

“You look beautiful as always” jace said as kissed you head.

“Thank You” You smiled even wider when you could see clary staring at you two, eyes filled with jealousy.

———

“Well. I haven’t seen you in years shadowhunters” mag is appeared from behind.

“Though,I do kinda need to talk with clary”

“Wait how do you know her?-“simon- the glass boy was cut off by Magnus.

“Come with me”

“I still don’t get why we’re here”You mumbled.

———

You were even more pissed when Simon was kidnapped and you had to safe him because of clary.

That’s why You’re always told “don’t do anything with mundanes” .

But now you’re back and You’re in the library since jace is in the shower anyway.

“What is your problem with me?” You heard a voice behind you.

You turned around and saw clary.

“What do you mean?”You said innocently.

“You always give me these looks”

“Well, then stop staring at my boyfriend”now clary’s face got darker as she stepped infront of you.

“We both know this relationship won’t last forever. People come and go you know tha-“ you cut off clary by pushing her against the wall coming closer to her face.

“If you, ever say that again I will kill you clary fray. And you know why? Because he’s mine” you whispered the last sentence.

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keep-on-burnin · 2 years

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“I’m In Love With You Too” • Jamie Campbell-Bower

author’s note: Gosh I haven’t posted in decades!! I apologize for just disappearing, so here’s a short fluffy Jamie imagine for you<3

warnings: nothing just pure fluff, though there may be a few grammar mistakes sorry!!

“Jamieee” She whined softly from the comfort of the dark grey sofa in the middle of the living room. The fireplace was bright with flames, the tv set on a random channel and my shivering body was now covered with a heavy quilt. That night was a cooler night, and nights like those were meant for tea and cuddles by the fireplace.

Jamie’s shirtless figure stood in the kitchen making the apple cinnamon tea she had requested. She watched as he moved about the space. He was in his own little world, too spaced out to notice her calling his name.

“Jamie” She calls again, this time he turned around and smiled. Seeing the beautiful girl wrapped tightly in the blanket made him feel all warm inside. He admired her a second longer, running his piercing blue eyes over her facial features. Though he was at least 10 feet away from her, he could still see how her eyes sparkle under the fire light.

“Are you almost done?” She asked, a soft chuckle escaping her mouth at the dazed state her boyfriend was in.

Jamie turned back to the mugs quickly to take the tea bags out and stir some sugar into her tea. The smile seemed to stick to his face the whole time he does this.

Finally, he made his way over to the couch with two hot cups. He set them down on the wooden end table by her head.

She smiled up at him as she moved the quilt to the side so the blonde man could slip in beside her. Jamie took his place behind the girl, wrapping his arms lovingly around her waist. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the faint scent of her perfume. He began to leave soft kisses along her soft skin, causing a sweet chuckle to leave her lips.

In that moment, everything else in the world seemed to stop. Nothing was heard but the faint crackling of the fire and her laboured breaths. Nothing was felt but the warmth of her body against his and the softness of her skin against his lips. No one else existed but them in the coziness of their shared apartment.

“I’m in love with you” Jamie whispered against her neck, leaving another kiss to where his confession had landed on her skin. He could feel her breathing hitch as the words left his mouth. Shit he thought. What if she didn’t feel the same? Of course over their 8 month long relationship they had both said the three magical words I love you on many occasions. The phrase was second nature by now, but hearing the words “I’m in love with you” caused the girls mind to short circuit. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard fall from his mouth. She couldn’t form words, or even thoughts for that matter. So she did the only thing she knew she could do in that moment to show him what she wanted to say. She swiftly turned around to face him, grabbing his face in her hands. Her smile was all he needed to see to know that she did indeed feel the same. And to seal the deal, she planted a deep, passionate kiss on his lips. That’s when his mind short circuited. The world truly did stop when they shared the kiss.

As they both pulled away, she leant her forehead against his. Her eyes were still shut, but his were open. He once again admired her beauty, but this time he could see every freckle on her skin along with the soft blush that appeared on her cheeks.

Just before he falls into another love-drunk daze, she parted her lips to say the one thing he so desperately wanted to hear from her.

“I’m in love with you too.”

Hope you enjoyed🫶 please send in some requests for some stranger things characters! I’ve been on an eddie/steve/billy/001 rampage recently

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angelst4re · 9 months

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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 :)

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

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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