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[junipermonkey]

pls pls pls pls stop tagging the wlw marauders ships in your mlm fics unless they're actually going to be related to the plot. its so upsetting having to go onto their tag and scrolling through a sea of jegulus and wolfstar centred fics. as much as i love them, why cant you make this easier for those who want to read wlw?

[junipermonkey]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN PLEASE DROP SOME! I need some good ideas for one-shots

I have no preferences or boundaries on them just send them and if I like it I will try and write it.

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BRO MY NAME IS ANASTASIA AND UR REMUS FIC JUST FUCKING JUMP SCARED ME JEKWLWKRN

Lmao I love your name then. I was obsessed with the Anastasia movie as a kid 😭

[junipermonkey]

CHERRY WINE

REMUS LUPIN

Summary: Remus follows his crush into the room on requirement

Remus lupin one shot, hozier, fluff, angst, Remus being in love, he falls first and harder, just fun little romanticizing

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,

Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,

When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.

    So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

    So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Remus nimbled on his already abused fingertips. The orange beams of light hitting him in the golden affair of the day. The outside corridors inhabited by a group of boys settled on the ledges on the piazza of Hogwarts. I should say this to her, write her something. No. A grind of his teeth and locked tight fist. Bitter trepidation of his mind, battles with the perturbation of his heart.

Anastasia on the other hand was not spending her Thursday contemplating and romanticizing sonnets. She was livid and drawn with a vexed attitude. Storming her way through the open-aired corridor with a miffed expression and shoulders pulled close to her body.

“Is it that time of the month Fox?” Sirius teased watching her come down the hall towards the four boys. Anastasia snapped her head in the direction of the cocky boy she hadn't noticed before. Halting her journey in front of the four and pointing her finger in the direction of the insolent teen.

“I am gonna take a knife and gut you like a fish. Huh, did you here that I fucking gut you and those bloody Hufflepuffs.” And with that threatening comment she continued her driven route into the school.

Anastasia had offered her help to the overwhelmed Lily the week before. The redhead had been juggling taking extra classes, doing all of the prefect duties because of her less than contributive partner, and with the head boy and girl of that year who had put all the tasks on the younger ones. She was troubled beyond belief. In one of her agitated rants to the girls she had mentioned having to plan a mural that the first year Gryffindors were meant to paint along with the other houses. Anastasia had kindly taken the task from Lily.

She was only now regretting it on today of all days. A day she just wanted to get through to keep herself busy to ward off the forlorn thoughts warping her mind. The Hufflepuff prefects had taken all of the yellow paint provided to Gryffindor for the mural. Now she was left to figure out how to help the eleven year olds paint a red lion next to the already finished house murals and then face Lily’s wrath when she sees it.

“Is it weird that kind of did something to me, got a full semi right now.” Sirius asked, watching his friends turn to him with disgusted expressions.

Remus took himself off the perched position of the railing standing tall, using the thin poetry book and smacking Sirius in the head, not bothering to hold on to it. Letting the book fall onto the flinched boy's chest. He rushed off in the direction of Anastasia.

“What, so I'm the bad guy? I can't help that. It's a natural bodily reaction.” Sirius yelled out only to be ignored by Remus. Throwing his hands up and turning to James. “Am I the bad guy Prongs?”

“I still don’t know how you get girls.” James said, shaking head in disbelief and continuing on in his quidditch playthroughs.

-

The alarm and hesitation in Remus’s head was loud. He didn’t know what he was doing chasing after her, he didn’t know what he would do when he would find her. Though flexing his hands and legs staggering with his natural reaction of returning, retreating had sent in, he continued on. Telling himself he would just see if she was all right, that was all. And so he followed in suit only catching up to see her slipping through an unfamiliar door.

Anastasia’s back to the door, her body sitting in the middle of a huge trampoline inside a room equal in size to the great hall. The room was decorated in detailed architecture similar to Hogwarts' large pillars, only more embellished with lions, eagles, badgers, and snakes carved into the stone, surrounding them were rock flowers and pictures of nature. The windows, only shown on one side of the walls built with stained glass hues of reds, oranges, and blues dancing on Anastasia’s billowy white shirt. The windows painted stories of wizards Merlin and Arthur. Tales of the sacred 28 and the founders of Hogwarts.

It was a beautiful and confusing sight, one that needed to be breathed in, looked at through the microscope of a photo but Remus was only given a moment before the sight grew in beauty, her face.

“Lupin?”

“I um.” He let his confusion grow. A trampoline in Hogwarts? “I just wanted to see if you were all right.” His whispers could be heard through the silence and echo of the empty room.

Anastasia watched him, if Remus had been any closer he would have seen the surprise in her eyes. “I’m just a little miffed is all.”

He flexed his hands. “I could beat up Sirius.” He smiled. I made her laugh. Her giggles ricochet through the room into his ears.

“No, no. Sirius’s comments though stupid isn’t really the cause for my….” Her mouth opened and closed and a shrug was her answer. Depression felt dramatic, anger wasn’t the right word and frustration she crude in the subject of her feelings.

Remus nodded he understood the strife of choosing the words to describe the complexity of your feeling layers and all. There was a pause in their stares, maybe a moment to think or just to observe.

“Come here.” She whispered and so he did, moving to climb onto the trampoline. “Nooo take off your shoes first.” And he did, fumbled with the laces of the muggle sneakers placing them next to her toppled over ones and a straight line.

Anastasia leaned over stretching her arm out to help him on, though he didn’t need it. Maybe it was her way of telling him to sit closer not wanting to say it, to speak her want of his proximity into words.

They sat in silence, legs crossed. The silence was not deafening for Remus; it was more comforting the room, her presence surprisingly and the domestic feeling of it all. For Anastasia it compelled her to think to speak once more. 

“It's my fathers birthday today.” She was surprised herself she admitted it. It sounded so normal without context, a positive connotation of the words that depressed her greatly.

“Oh.” Remus was confused again. Did she miss him alot or something? 

“How are your parents?” Was this the reply he should have given he didn’t know but judging by the fast movement of Anastasia head turning to look at him it was not.

“My parents are dead, Lupin.” She said it in a way as if she felt bad for him and not herself, like she was not the victim but the bearer of bad news. Oh something.

“I’m so sor-” He looked horrified but she cut him off before he could say the words she had heard far too many times.

“It's alright. I just… thought everyone knew. Especially you.” Of course Anastasia had assumed he knew, she had seen him the day of, hell he had been a house down from it. Remus lowered his head in guilt. 

He remembered her parents well, his own stories of Anastasia’s father and him. A man he had seen in all his dazzling glory and  a shiny picture of him etched into his mind. Her mother a scary woman in her natural intimidation only to reveal her kind nature. He remembers looking at the couple and imagining himself having that kind of love, no burden son to take care of, or unspoken problems, just pure love.

“It’s kind of nice to know that's not what everyone thinks of me.” Anastasia whispered. It was nice, she knew the pitiful stares and the apologies.

 

She remembers her first year well, her scars much more striking. She remembers her eleven year old self theorizing all the possibilities into why Remus didn’t want to be her friend anymore, at first it was because he had boy friends now and was embarrassed, and then it was that he no longer recognized her because of the scars now but that was quickly ruled out in her name have been called in the hat ceremony. And then she settled on that he had known what had happened that night and feared her.

Anastasia stood up beckoning him up and holding out her hands which he took kindly. Anastasia started first but with their bound hands Remus followed in suit. The sight was childish for the tall teen and the grown girl. Flying in the air and a plunge into the fluid fabric. The room was loud now, heaving breaths, metal springs contracting, giggles from the two when they would fall into each other or slip with the smoothness of their socks, and the loudest of all their heartbeats. 

The jumping continued for how long the two didn’t know but thought of self doubt and fear of the unknown had fled. And grave thoughts of past and frustration of minuscule problems were breathed out through laughter.

And now the panting was loud. The fast rising and falling of chests layed next to one another in the now dim room, the lighting gave only blue hues on their faces. The catching of breath gave them time to indulge in the ceiling. It was painted similar to the ones of Italian churches. Angles, demons, harpies, serpents, gods and lovers.

“I found this room second year.” A pause. “I was crying and it showed me a trampoline.” There was a joking manner in her tone about how silly a trampoline is what a crying girl needs. Remus understood now too caught up to realize this was the Room of Requirements.

Her words held a serious thought in them. “You shouldn’t go exploring this room though. There's things that will just make you sad and tell lies.” She recalled her second year well also how she would sneak into this room for another reason then the play of the trampoline but an object that held her victim as well.

“I’ve only ever read about it.” Remus whispered so close to her ear.

Anastasia smiled at his words. “Well of course you have the bestest of friends, you don’t need a silly room.”

Remus didn’t understand what she had meant. “Don’t you have Lily, Mary, Marlene, Alice even?”

Anastasia pursed her lips for a moment. How was she to word this? It felt rude to the girls and the impact they have on her. “I adore the girl but we don’t talk about anything serious or at least I don’t….” He turned to look at her now, her side profile close to his own. Remus could feel the stray strands of her hair underneath his turned cheek.

“Well who do you talk to?” Remus hadn’t given himself the time to think before he spoke; his words were not meant to call her out, only curiosity plaguing his intent.

“Suppose there's a reason why this room is always open to me.” The paradox in her words was strong.

It was funny the door had stayed open for Remus as if it knew he was required in Anastasia’s need in her moment of weakness. 

The October day was one remembered by Remus well. It gave him humility to the romanticized idea he had of Anastasia in his mind. And though this a test to his feeling for her it only had them grow the once roots of their childhood and the stems of his unseen pinning and observations had now grown leaves and parts for buds of new stories. Rather than scare him of her reality not so prim and perfect but now - pure.

And when he entered his room that night with his curtains drawn he wrote her a poem addressed to her with hope that in time he would give it to her.

Her eyes and words are so icy

Oh but she burns like rum on a fire

Hot and fast and angry as she can be

I walk my days on a wire

It looks ugly but its clean 

Oh mama, dont fuss over me

 The way she tells I’m hers and she is mine

Open hand or closed fist would be fine

The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

Her fight and fury is Fiery

Oh, but she loves like sleep to the freezing

Sweet and right and merciful

I’m all but washed in the tide of her breathing

And it’s worth it, it’s divine.

GO READ SEVEN (R.L)

IF YOU LIKED IT. This is just a chapter from my fanfiction so read Seven (R.L) by freddiemercuyscat on Wattpad <—— linked

[junipermonkey]

can you do a james potter soft dom fic?

SoftDomJames¹⁸⁺

Softdomjames, male moans, rough sex, just pure fucking idk

James gasping moans and mewls vibrated onto the walls echoing through the room. The gentle moans were complementing the squelching sounds originating from his repeated thrusts into your pussy.

One of his hands gripping your love hands for support, the other pushing your head further into the rough couch cushion. Your back arched with each snap of his hips, trying to take him impossibly deeper. Your body heated as to take in the choked noises from the man above you. 

James’ curls were messy, strands sticking to his forehead and falling in front of his face as he panted as he mewed behind you. His chest was layered with sweat and shining from the large windows. James was only focused on the image of you two connecting, in a pussy drunk haze at the image.

Your voice was raspy and sounded like broken whines begging for more.

“Y’want more baby? Yeah?” he teased with a rough yorkshire accent. Mocking you from above though his tone sounded just as desperate.

He flipped you on your back, sticking his dick back in as quickly as possible. His hands grabbed each side of your head encapsulating your whole body and using your head to stuff his own in your hair, and to aid his movements. James started rutting again. He was careless in the ruthless rolling of his hips into you.

 Your hands were digging into the cushion to help your body from moving forward at how hard he was fucking into you.

He pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips moaning into your mouth. His mouth moved down to place kisses and licks against your neck and collarbone biting your shoulder before raising himself up to look at the mess of you beneath him.

“M’gonna fill you up good, want that baby hmm?” He choked out his words like an afterthought to his drive into you. The volume of your cries and moans increases as he slowed down only for a second rolling his hips into you, stuffing himself deeper.

“Good fu-ghh” gasps “girl” He cooed praises little ‘yes’ and ‘so good’ leaving his mouth with every thrust. His gaze watching your fucked out look. His speed was starving and erratic at this point.

You feel his cock twitching inside of you. “M’gnna cum.” A choked loud moan came out. “Mm’u close baby?” 

You nodded your head fastly, eyes closing as his thick cock split you apart. He raised himself even higher now using your tits as handlebars, trying to go impossibly faster. Needing your breasts while pumping his length in and out of your drenched cunt chasing his release.

Wattpad: freddiemercuyscat

[junipermonkey]

Please i need a part two of fighting for dominance.

It’s out!!

[junipermonkey]

DomTransRegulus¹⁸⁺

PART 2

| Fighting For Dominance |

DomRegulus, TransRegulus, tribbing, male moans, overstimulated, rough sex, hair pulling, eating out, face fucking.

Your breathing was fast, chest rising and falling quickly. You looked like you had submitted to him completely. But then he let his stupid lips quirk up into a cocky smirk. You snapped right out of it.

Flipping him over quickly and straddling his partly covered thighs. You gave him a chaste kiss so quick he didn't have a chance to return it before turning your attention to his neck. His breathy moans could be heard from the french windows of the room. And the attack on his neck was sure to leave dark marks even a strong concealment charm couldn’t cover.

Your hands worked down to his swim shorts. Using three fingers to rub him through them. Tight circles on him. Regulus hears you let out a giggle when his breath chokes. he can’t let you win. Hes a Black after all and a truly competitive and prideful man.

Spinning you around so he's on top of you. Spreading your legs wide he rips off your bikini top. Attacking your breasts his kisses and little bites. Rubbing his clothed pussy onto your puffy exposed one.

You in a frenzy at this point. You don’t care about winning. You want him. No, you need him. Your legs moving so your feet can pull down the waistband of his swim shorts. Only getting it down to his thighs. You wrap your legs around the small of his back so that your cunts are touching. Both of you let out loud moans. 

Everything felt hot. You were both covered in sweat basically in tears at the overwhelming moment. No pausing had come. No time for breaths or moments to realize what you were doing. Just pure animalistic lust for one and other.

He starts grinding into you, both of your throbbing clits kneading into each other. Regulus lets out curses as he starts thrusting his pussy into yours. Pulling back each time to bury his pussy into yours with so much pressure it felt like he was molding your skin together.

“Fuck me, Reg” You didn’t know if you were telling him to do that, or exclaiming how good it felt, maybe both. He shushed you with a messy kiss if either of you would call it that.

Your thighs trembled as your wet cunt took his harsh grinding that felt at if he was leaving slaps onto your overstimulated skin. Your hips twitched up into his moving in sinc. His hips sped up fucking yours at a fast pace, not bothering to pull any more.

He couldn’t hold himself up at this point burying his face into your neck. Whimpering into your collarbone. You had to fist the sheets below trying to stabilize your body without it moving from his fast thrusts.

The hot flashes both turned into white blurs as you came. Bodies shaking against each other, dirty sounds leaving your lips. Feeling his fluids spill onto your heat.

It continued like that for hours till the sun went down him fucking, you fucking him. Him sitting on your head basically face fucking you till you cried. You fingering him till he squirted. And when it ended you laid on each other for hours drifting in and out of sleep. An unspoken agreement that this is how the two of you would spend the rest of your summer.

Requests are open!

(Please leave detailed ones) &lt;3

Wattpad: freddiemercuryscat

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✩𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✩

𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄: 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 (𝐑.𝐋)

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑: 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐭

currently only on Wattpad.

(working on being added to tumblr and ao3)

This is my Remus Lupin fanfic. It good I promise. Go check it out!

[junipermonkey]

DomTransregulus ¹⁸⁺

|Fighting For Dominance|

DomRegulus, TransRegulus, tribbing, male moans, overstimulation, rough sex, hair pulling, eating out (fem recieving),

PART 1

The air was moist and the sun was pelting down on the skin of the two pure bloods. Your tension over the summer had been deafening. With the Black family exclusion of Sirius staying over the summer in a French country home or rather mansion. Regulus had spent his early days fantasizing about the house owner’s daughter. Pretending to indulge in his book well but truly watching you sunbathe.

He never thought his daydreams and wet dreams of you would lead to anything. His idea was further confirmed when you would bring him to the French youth version of parties. He would watch you have intense make out sessions with the most masculine men, though never bringing them home or into a separate room. The farthest you would go with any of them was public humping and faint hickeys.

You had asked him to follow you to your room moments before, mentioning a book you couldn’t reach from her high shelf, asking if he could help you. Liar . The two of you entered his room and walked to the book shelf.

“Which one?” He turned his head to look at you.

“Need anything else?” He asked. You were both seducing one and other, both flustered, blushing, but challenging the at the same time.

“Regulus.” When you spoke it sounded like you were a millimeter away from his ear whispering so loudly.

“Yeah…”

“You wanna kiss me?” It wasn’t really a question. You already knew the answer just telling him to do it.

He didn’t need to give an answer in words, just leaning down to connect you lips. Both of you fighting for dominance over one another. It was sloppy and harsh, almost painful but it felt so good.

His hands were on your face and your hair pulling and holding you tightly. Yours fisted in his billowy shirt already half buttoned down.

Pushing him back till he fell onto your bed. Climbing on top of him leaving his lips unwillingly, watching him beneath you. Breathing heavily, grabbing his jaw squeezing roughly.

“I see you watching me… constantly”

Regulus squinted his eyes. God this was too hot. But he couldn’t let you win. Grabbing your naked waist and flipping you over like a rag doll so he’s on top of you. Giving a half assed slap to your cheek. “Shut up, you like it.”

Your lips connect again the same harshness only it’s obvious who’s winning now. Regulus. Your hands traveled down to his tummy to his happy trail, teasing the lining of his swim trunks.

Regulus stopped kissing resting his forehead against yours, his eyebrows creasing in frustration closing his eyes. “I don't- I am not- You-”

“Regulus” Forcing him to open his eyes.

“I. want. All. of. You.” A pause, a moment to breathe, understand. And then there was no easing in and it had started again full speed.

He gave you one more harsh kiss on the lips grabbing your wrists and pulling them level with your head pinning them painfully to the bed. His kisses moved further down from your jaw, to your neck, then chest, stomach, before laying his chin onto your swimsuit bottoms looking up at you with his hooded eyes.

His hands coming off your wrist but never leaving your body, just sliding down till he met your love handles. And the second your hands were freed finding home in his hair. With a slight tug down was enough confirmation for him to continue.

Your legs already spread enough room for him to nestle his head further. He presses a bite to your inner thigh before moving his jaw to work on sucking you through your bikini bottoms.

Finally letting up and twisting each of his fingers around the strings of your bikini pulling it down. Throwing it across the room. He pressed his nose right up against your clit, rubbing it up and down.

You pull his hair harder, your legs impulsive clenching around him causing him to groan into you his hot breath against your skin. Your legs kick around at his motions. He looks up at you for a moment, his eyes filled with lust before yanking you forward by your ass. Your legs being moved, you lay on his shoulders. The balls of your feet digging into his shoulder blades.

He's not slow to start. His tongue plugging into you right away, his nose only pressing into your clit harsher. Your moans only encourage him more moving to suck messily at your folds. His mouth seals over your clit suctioning on it and sucking hard. His tongue drubbing instistent patterns against it.

You are squeezing his face tightly. You’re so close, thighs trembling. He keeps going faster, a little nip with his teeth on your clit is what does it. Your orgasm continues long as he won’t let up. The tracing circles on your clit with the point of his tongue and slurping up your juices. Pussydrunk on your taste.

He finally lets up when you give his hair one more painful tug away. His curls messy and tangled his lips, jaw, and nose wet with you.

Part two soon.

Requests are open!

[junipermonkey]

Babe that james smut was so good😭

Ahhh thank you!!! This is like my first time attempting smut one-shots. ❤️❤️❤️

[junipermonkey]

MASTER LIST

Date Started: February 26th 2023

Wattpad: 0freddiemercuryscat

Requests are Open

|This account is solely for my|

|one-shots|

JAMES POTTER

Subjames Needy after Practice 18+

SoftDomJames 18+

REMUS LUPIN

Cherry Wine

REGULUS BLACK

Fighting for Dominance (request) 18+ (part 1)

Fighting for Dominance (request) 18+ (part 2)

SIRIUS BLACK

✩𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✩

Wattpad: freddiemercuryscat

Name: Seven (R.L)

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Subjames ¹⁸⁺

|Needy After Practice|

Subjames, making out, No!mommy kink, p in v, dryhumping, male moans, hair pulling, rough, slight noncon (maybeidk), dacryphilia, cream pie, overstimulated, multiple orgasms, size kink?

James had just finished his long quidditch practice. Already showered in the locker rooms and eager to make it back to his single head boy dorm knowing you would be there waiting for him. You had promised before he left that afternoon to be his room when he finished practice.

When James came in you were already sitting there pretty on the chair of his desk looking through a muggle magazine. Your legs on display with your boy short underwear on and baby tee. At the notice of James’ presence you stood up the closing the door for him as he was unable to with his hands full with quidditch gear.

“Hey Jami-” When you closed the door he dropped the gear in a clutter, taking your hips in his hands and kissing you only allowing a second for you to kiss him back before he pulled away ducking he head down. His lips hovering beneath your jawline and teeth against it roughly kissing the your neck. You took a sharp intake of air.

“You’re gonna leave a mark” you breathed but standing slightly on your toes to give him more room.

“Mhmm” James mumbled against your throat.

His hands moved up to your waist and gave a harsh squeeze before letting go of your neck and moving up to your ear. “Need you” James said throatily with desperation in his tone bringing you body to lay flat on him and a gentle unintentional thrust on your hip in need.

You moved his head level with yours and crashed your lips against his. James let you take all the dominance in the kiss. Your hands reaching into his damp hair and wanking it as if to bring your faces impossibly closer. You smirked against his lips as he hummed meekly into you mouth. Both of you walked in union still making out until you knees touched the edge of the bed. Moving your hands away from his hair and down to his waist you allowed yourself to fall back into the bed bringing him down with you.

Your knees bent and legs open to let James rest his clothed cock snug in your center. James continued on kissing you, unable to refrain himself from rocking his hips into yours. He only stops when you push his shoulders up letting him rest above you. His look was innocent as if waiting for instruction though his eyes still hooded in lust.

“Take it off” you said and watched as James frantically stood pulling off his shirt and fumbling with his pants and underwear trying to jump out of them as fast as possible, kicking off his shoes before climbing onto the bed sitting on his calves.

Watching as you took off your shirt and bra. Listening as you told him to take off your underwear. Lifting your hips and narrowing your legs to aid him.

The second your panties were gone you wrapped your legs around his waist causing him to fall over you. His only support being his elbows in line with your head.

Your lips met again and this time with more need. James lips were sloppy against yours. Your bare cunt and his hard cock rubbed together. His precum lubricated head catching onto your clit with each rock.

Grabbing his waist you position him so his dick pushed into you. His head fell into the crevice of your neck at the movements letting out breathily moans.

“Please, please” James didn’t know what he was asking for as your hands on his waist guided him in thrusting into you. The thrust were slow making him pull out almost completely before sliding in so deep that it was as if he was trying to get balls deep into you. Your hot skin pressed close onto each other, you boobs smashed by his toned chest.

You let him use you as he deperatly rutted in trying to milk his cock into you pussy. You moaned at how deep he was and the intensity of the moment.

“Pleas- I just- let me” he sounded as if he was crying in pleasure.

It happened in a second you were to close to even understand the movement. James pulled out off you, your hands falling from his waist. His big hands grabbed onto your waist almost incasing your stomach whole and flipping you over to lay on your stomach. His having a iron grip on your lower waist pushing you impossibly in to mattress. Your word muffled by the pillows. He pushed back into your dripping pussy with a chocked moan.

Though his movement should have held dominance. They did not. His overwhelming pleasure and need to feel you deeper over took him. The slow thrusts not meant to tease him did just that.

James overwhelming emotions consumed his trance of need to fill you, need for release, need to be closer to you, need. And guilt filling him of using his strength against you to take you in such a way.

“I’m sorry , I just mfmm…” he was quivering above you. His mind in a haze. He was pounding into your cunt with pure animalistic instinct. It was all to much for him. His cock destoring your hole.

You came the first time in a haze your pussy cleching and spasming at his powerful thrusts. James continued unable to stop himself rutting into you pussy with desperation. The overstimulated was. To much. For you and your body thrashed to get out of his hard grip. Your cheching only causing him to pin you even more painfully into the bed.

James was had tears brimming his eyes. Moans leaving his mouth loudly and broken apologies. He trying to pound into you harder, push himself deeper into you, get impossibly closer. You were filling all his sense. The tightness of you cunt was far to much for him.

James let out a loud wine as he fell on top of you biting your neck. “M’sorry” you could feel his harsh thrust stuttering and falling into a feverish pace. His cock twitching inside of you as you let your self cum for a second time around his cock this orgasm longer than the first.

His moans didn’t stop no pauses in between them that sounded more like cries. His cum filled you to the brim as if it couldn’t stop coming and his thrust had to stop at how tight you were squeezing him. He breathed out unable to pull out of you at the overstimulated of any moment to his cock.

You let out a sigh as he pulled away laying next to you. Finally taking in his appearance and his red rimmed eyes he couldn’t stop himself letting the tears fall. You reassured him you understood as he held you tightly.

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