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hopesworlld · 1 month

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౨ৎ never was there ever a girl so pretty

౨ৎ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 — step!dad anakin x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — you wake up from a dream about your stepdad anakin feeling frustrated, luckily he's there to help you out

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 — 2k

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — swearing, stepcest, power imbalance, smut ( masturbation f, daddy kink, fingering, oral sex f receiving, dry humping, hand job ) think that's everything !

౨ৎ 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 ! — ask for daddy anakin and he will be received... i have a problem

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a small frustrated sigh fell from your lips as you flopped onto your bed, plush sheets cushioning your fall as you curled into a ball, hands covering your face. annoyance creeping up your spine as the ache between your thighs prevailed, you had woken up from a dream of anakin above you, pounding into your tight cunt over and over again as you moaned like a porn star, begging for more. you knew it was wrong to picture your stepfather doing that to you, to long for it so deeply that it settled into your very core, but you couldn’t help it.

not when he would walk around the house in a pair of oil-stained jeans and sweat-soaked vest, hair unruly from the humidity in the garage. not when he would peer around your bedroom door with a saccharine smile and ask if you wanted to go for a drive and listen to all your favourite songs when you were feeling down. not when he would wrap his arms around your hips as you made dinner and pressed kisses to your temple asking about your day, calling you sweetheart, baby, and baby doll.

“fuck,” you hissed through your teeth, burrowing yourself beneath your blankets and sinking into your pillow. you shifted uncomfortably, sticky wetness clinging to your thighs and you knew you couldn’t help it anymore, you sank your hand beneath the sheets and between your legs, tugging the fabric of your cotton panties aside so that you could toy with your aching clit. the relief was immediate, a moan slipping from your lips as you pressed harder, swirling your fingers around your clit, needy breaths escaping your lips as you imagined anakin above you. his fingers buried into your cunt, curling into your gummy walls as he sucked possessive marks all over your neck, “anakin,” you whimpered, jerking against your hand as relief grew closer. “fuck, please, ani,” you cried out, tears glossing your vision, you were so gone you missed the sound of your door being opened, only coming too when you heard it clatter against your wall. you jolted upwards, eyes wide when you saw anakin standing there his face marred with shock.

“anakin,” you gasped ripping your hand up from beneath the sheets, sticky wetness glistening on your fingertips. “what… what are you doing up here?” you said, trying to mask what you had just been doing but you knew it was useless from the way anakin was looking at you, lips pressed in a firm line, and his eyes, his pretty blue eyes were almost black.

“you said my name,” he said, stepping past the threshold of your bedroom, bare feet padding across the soft carpet of your bedroom.

“i don’t… it was nothing,” you tried to argue with your stepfather but he shook his head.

“what were you thinking about, baby doll?” he asked, perching himself on the bed beside you, you shuddered, your bare pussy tingling as you looked at him only inches away from you, from where you needed him.

“anakin,” you whispered, duking your head down flustered.

“don’t get shy on me now, doll,” anakin crooned, “weren’t so nervous when you had your hand buried between your thighs fantasising about your stepdad, were you?” he asked and you gasped, hand coming to your mouth but anakin grabbed it, eyes fixed on the wetness that lingered on your fingertips.

“ani,” you whined, watching as he wrapped his lips around your fingers, suckling at the sticky wetness there until they were clean, he groaned at the taste, holding his fingers in your mouth and locking eyes with you, you moaned and anakin smirked around your fingers.

“you like that, sweetheart?” he asked pulling back and you nodded, eyes wide, “tell me, don’t be going quiet now, i wanna hear you” he commanded.

“yes, ani, i like it,” you whispered and he grinned.

“come on, baby doll, tell me what you were thinking about, wanna know what got that pussy so wet for me,” he cooed, shifting his body so that he was hovering over you, his arms braced on either side of your head body pressed against yours, the only thing between the pair of you being your silky bed sheets.

“i… i had a dream about you,” you spluttered out, “you were fucking me, hovering over me like this, felt so good,” you whined, hips twitching beneath him and anakin hissed through his teeth.

“is that what you were just thinking about?” anakin asked you, pressing his hips against yours and you could feel his hard cock against your thigh.

“no,” you murmured, “i was imagining you were playing with my clit, like i was, wished it was you, thought about your fingers inside of me”

“fuck,” anakin hissed, “dirty girl, fantasising about your stepdad playing with your pussy, bet you are getting wetter just having me here, making a mess of your pretty sheets, show me that pussy, baby, wanna see what i’m doing to you,” it was a mess of fabric and limbs as anakin pulled himself upwards and let you slide from beneath the sheets revealing only one of his t-shirts clinging to your smaller frame and your white panties tugged to the side revealing your sopping cunt, clit swollen and puffy, wetness dripping from your core and down your thighs in a sticky trail. “oh, baby doll,” he gasped, “looks so sore,” he whispered, slipping down the bed so that his head hovered over your cunt, you could feel his breath against your cunt, warm and tempting.

“want you to make it feel better,” you pleaded shamelessly, “can you, ani, please?”

“oh, baby, sound so sweet begging for me, want daddy to kiss you on that pussy till you come?” he asked and you nodded frantically.

“yes, yes please, ani, daddy, want you to,” anakin growled at this, hearing that word falling from your lips and it was all the motivation he needed to bury himself between your thighs and suckle on your needy cunt. the feeling was immediately overwhelming, every nerve of your body was set alight, and you were burning. body tensing as you felt anakin grasp your thighs with his large hands and hold you in place so that he could sink into you. it was messy, his tongue devouring you, sinking into your throbbing hole, probing at your gummy walls before switching to your clit suckling at it harshly. “ani,” you screamed.

“that’s it, baby,” anakin muttered against your hot flesh, “scream for me, wanna hear how good i’m making you feel,” you couldn’t stop, moans tearing from your lips as anakin ate you out like a man starved, your hands threaded through his sienna curls tugging at them as he licked a stripe from you slit to your clit, suckling the bundle of nerves between his lips, teeth lightly brushing over it sending a shockwave of pleasure over you. you weren’t in control of your actions, everything seemed to be glowing brighter, a kaleidoscope of colours dancing behind your eyelids, you were free-falling and you weren’t sure if you ever wanted to come down.

“oh my god,” you whimpered, tears welling in your eyes, legs twitching as anakin drew you closer to your release, he grasped them harshly tugging your legs so that they were tucked tightly around his head, you were worried you would suffocate him but anakin didn’t seem to care, mouth never leaving you as the knot in your stomach began to unwind, “daddy,” you whined, “so close, fuck,”

“that’s it, baby doll,” anakin murmured, voice muffled before he went back to slurping at your sopping cunt, the lewd sounds only turning you on more, it was sick to love this is much, the feeling of anakin between your legs, his tongue, his hands, you were fucking gone. there was no way you were going back to normal after this, he had you now forever. you felt his fingers press at your gummy walls and you were fucking gone, body going into overdrive as you sank into the feeling of him inside you, probing at your walls and curling his fingers, lips never leaving your clit.

“daddy,” you cried out, legs tightening around his head, “gonna cum, oh, gonna cum,”

“that’s it, baby, cum for daddy,” anakin prompted, plunging his fingers deeper inside of you and you were done. a scream ripped from your lips, tears flooding down your cheeks as you jerked you hips against anakin’s relentless hold, he continued to fuck you through it until you were limp against the bed, sobs tearing from your lips.

“daddy, daddy it’s too sensitive,” you babbled and anakin finally withdrew from your cunt, face painted with your relief and a small smirk twisted on his lips.

“sorry, baby doll, you taste fucking divine” he said, crawling up your body and meeting your lips with a dirty kiss, it tasted of sweat, cum and salt. his tongue slipping between your parted lips and exploring your mouth while you gave it to him willingly, hands slipping back to his hair and holding him there. the kiss lasted for what could have been hours, you were addicted to the way anakin kissed, lips bruising against yours, one hand connected to the back of your neck holding you in place the other on your cheek, caressing your cheek softly, a parallel to the way his tongue swirled around yours, spit dribbling down your chin as he suckled the organ in your mouth. you were so lost to the feeling you hardly even felt when anakin began to grind his hips against yours, cock dragging across your thigh in heavy movements.

“ani, you’re hard,” you whisper pulling away from the kiss allowing anakin to bury his head into the crook of your neck, suckling the skin there.

“it’s okay, baby doll,” he replied through a harsh breath, biting back down on your neck before soothing the mark there with his tongue.

“wanna help,” you murmured, sliding your hands down from his hair and to the waistband of his jeans, “let me, daddy,” you said fiddling with the button popping it open, and tugging the zipper down.

“fuck, okay, baby,” anakin said grabbing his jeans and yanking them down allowing his cock to spring free, laying against his stomach, flushed, hard and dripping.

“wow,” you whispered, pushing yourself up against the bed so that you could face him properly, you ran your hand through your soaked folds before taking anakin’s cock in your hand and stroking it softly.

“yes, baby, that’s it,” anakin crooned, tugging you closer to him so that you hovered over him, hand still wrapped around his cock pumping it, “good girl, just like that, fuck you’ve done this before haven’t you, too good for your first time,” he told you.

“no i…” you gasped shaking your head.

“shh, it’s okay, baby doll,” he told you, “making me feel so good, keep going just like that, make me cum, okay,” he begged. you nodded, leaning in to kiss him, needing to feel his lips against yours, it was messy, anakin was breathing harshly against your lips, little gasps escaping as you ran your fingers along the underside of his cock, brushing the tip making him hiss, jerking his hips against you.

“so pretty,” you said against his lips, pulling back and looking down at his large cock in your hand.

“oh fuck,” he cried out, “i’m gonna cum, baby, so fucking good,” you continued to pump him, hand tightening slightly as you brought him to the edge, watching in fascination as he came, the muscles in his arms tensing, his eyes fluttering shut as a loud moan poured from his lips. “god, baby, made me cum like a fucking teenager,” he snickered once he had finally come down, cum staining his t-shirt and your hand.

“is that a good thing?” you asked with a small laugh.

“fucking amazing, baby doll,” he said tugging you higher on his hips so that you were sat on his lap, legs straddling your hips, “did so good for me,”

“thank you, daddy,” you said a bit bashfully as you wiped your hand on your bedsheets.

“god,” anakin groaned, “can’t call me that right now, gonna get me hard again,” he scolded but his face was painted with a gorgeous smile that made your heart glow.

“is that supposed to be a bad thing?” you asked him and anakin chuckled, gripping your hips and flipping you over so that he was hovering overtop of you.

“gonna be the death of me, baby,” he growled with a grin and you giggled, thanking your lucky stars he had walked in on you when he did.

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why am i in my bed at uni and not with him rn pls tell me

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st4rfckerz · 7 months

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car troubles | james kelly x reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, breeding, praise, age gap, pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl etc), very brief dry humping, a lottt of banter, mention of masturbation, cockwarming (?), afab reader

summary: your neighbor james kelly fixes your car for you while you're home alone.

a/n: i lowkey don't like this fic 😭 but it's probably not as bad as i think it is, BUT hopefully you guys enjoy it more than me :)

it was a blessing and a curse for owning an old car. it was a curse since issues flared up so frequently, but it was also a blessing because it prompted your neighbor, james kelly, to fix it for free.

james was hunched over your car's hood, with a number of tools arranged next to him.

"i doubt this'll take long at all. you just have a dead battery, and maybe a few other mishaps but other than that your car is fine." james explains.

"sounds great. thanks again for fixing my car." you give him a friendly smile. james quickly returns the smile, followed by a small laugh.

"of course, you can always count on me for these kinds of things."

"noted." I fiddle with my fingers nervously before turning away.

"i'll just be inside so just come get me if you need anything."

"alright, will do"

he gives a small nod as he watches you disappear inside. his attention turns back to the vehicle.

ever since your family moved into your home when you were 15 years old, you'd always had a small crush on james. but after you entered college and spent so much time away from home, he had aimlessly plagued your thoughts.

you didn't mean for it to happen, but he just always managed to be the only person you'd think about when you're in bed by yourself. thinking about his tall frame, his long, slender fingers, and the way his arms would shine with sweat from fixing cars all day long always sent a flash of heat through your body.

some time passes and you hear a faint knocking at your back window, followed by the door creaking open just a tad.

"hey, she should be good to go now." he spoke to you as you sit at your kitchen island.

"that was quick, usually the shop takes like, 2 hours. i'm impressed." you chuckle. james gives you a smile and a shrug.

"no need to flatter me sweetheart, I've been doin' this forever."

a shortly lived tinge of arousal goes straight to your core after hearing the sudden petname. it always surprises you when he calls you something other than your name because he rarely ever does.

"if you want you could stay and rest for a little while." you had articulated the plan earlier that day of keeping him in your home while your parents were out, just to see where it would go.

"You wouldn't mind?" james' tired, weary expression lit up and he seemed more hopeful than he had in a while.

"I wouldn't be intruding on anything?" he nervously asked.

"not at all, it's just me here anyways. my dad's at work," you explain, flashing him an innocent smile.

"there's fresh lemonade in the fridge, and if you'd like you can use the shower, i know how hot it is outside."

james cleared his throat and looked over towards you.

"that'd be really nice, actually."

you didn't think it would be so easy to have such a smart man like james fall into your trap, but somehow it worked perfectly. he was in your house, and was about to use your shower. the only thing that was on your mind was simply how much of a genius you are.

"the bathroom's right upstairs, here i'll take you," he follows you upstairs and you lead him to the bathroom.

"there's the shower, soap, shampoo all that stuff." you explain as james stands awkwardly beside you.

"sounds good, thank you i really appreciate it." his voice sounds sincere and soft.

"its no problem really, take as long as you need, i'll just be in my room." you walk out the door before closing it behind you. soon, you hear the sounds of water running from the showerhead.

eventually, you hear the bathroom door open and a small cloud of steam escaping the doorway.

james spots you laying on your bed wearing tiny blue shorts, and a small white tee.

his mouth suddenly goes dry and millions of thoughts begin to swarm around in his mind.

how could you just lay there and look so perfect?

james has been a nervous wreck ever since he arrived at your house. he knew it was wrong to be so attracted to you because of the obvious age gap, but he just couldn't help himself.

he's seen you in so many ways, so many times; outside in the pool wearing nothing but a bikini, laying in the grass wearing your skimpy shorts and tank top casually trying to get a tan, he's even watched you change your clothes right in front of your bedroom window.

he always saved those mental images of you so he could fuck his fist later on.

james clears his throat and looks over at you, standing awkwardly at your doorway.

"oh hey." you smile. james glances over your room and notices your college flag plastered on your wall.

"college huh?" he points at the flag and begins walking towards your bed.

"yeah, I'm almost done actually." you reply sitting up and swinging your legs across the side of your bed.

"how much longer do you have?" he crosses his arms and leans against the wall.

"about 6 months? i'm so ready for it to be over," you sigh heavily.

"did you go to college?" you ask him.

"trade school." james nods

"i figured, you don't seem like you were the frat boy type." you joke.

james' face lights up in amusement as he laughs a little walking over to you. he decides to take a seat right next to you on your bed

"yeah... no. definitely not the frat boy type. never saw the appeal in them."

"me neither they can be obnoxious, can't stand them." you explain. an awkward silence stills before you both.

he looks at you, the corner of his mouth curling slightly in anticipation.

"you must have boyfriends back at college, don't you?" his slight change in tone and lift in confidence makes you a little nervous.

"oh no, i-i don't, college guys aren't really my...thing." you stutter. your gaze lingers on james, drinking his presence in.

his hair, still wet from the shower, glistened in the sunlight coming through the window. you could drool on the spot at the sight of his broad shoulders, muscles barely peeking out of from under his gray t-shirt.

"then what is your 'thing'." james shifts his body to face you more.

you shrug and shake your head.

"i don't know, i guess i just always went for older guys." you confess. you knew it was slightly obvious what you were suggesting but it was now or never.

a sly smirk appears on james' face before speaking again.

"really?"

"always have." you look down at your legs quickly. the way james was staring at made you feel like you were on fire.

"do you like anyone in particular?" james was itching at some kind of answer that could miraculously allude to himself.

"that's confidential." you try to avoid looking at him so he doesn't see the obvious blush spread across your cheeks.

"right, right." james had a small grin on his face as you revealed the answer.

he was almost giddy with joy. he knew what he wanted to hear, but he never expected you still had feelings for him.

"it's dumb, i know," a wave of embarrassment rushes through your body and you immediately regret admitting something so elementary.

"i'm sorry if it bothers you i don't-" james cuts you off

"it doesn't bother me."

"it doesn't?" james shakes his head and smiles slightly.

"no, does it bother you?"

"no." he begins leaning towards you slowly and your brain shuts down completely.

james was close enough to feel your breath as you spoke. his face was a few inches away from yours, and he was looking straight into your eyes.

there was a long pause for a moment. It was as if james thought you were gonna do something.

his voice was a little quiet as he spoke his next words.

"good."

james finally closes the gap between you and presses his lips softly against yours.

a tingle went up his spine as your lips came into contact with his. he had never anticipated this, but it felt different. it felt right.

his hand reached to touch your face and he pulled you in closer slowly, your bodies connecting more and more as he leaned into you.

the kiss deepens and a small whimper erupts in your throat.

james noticed the noise you made and smiles against your lips. his big hands grab your thighs and pulls you onto his lap.

he gently pulled you closer to his body again, his arm wrapped around your waist, and his other arm reached to caress your body as both of your lips touched.

james' lips connect to your neck, nipping at the skin along your jawline.

you moan slightly and subconsciously rut your hips against his.

he let out a groan as he gently broke the embrace to look at you.

"needy girl." he teases.

james grabs your hips and moves them harder against his center. he began kissing your neck as you rested in the position he held you in.

you feel his hand suddenly slip into your underwear.

"oh, sweetheart," james breathes out. he could feel how wet and needy you were for him

a pathetic whine escapes your lips as his finger draws antagonizingly slow circles around your clit.

"james please, i need you." the words that escaped your lips sent a jolt of electricity through his body.

he kept kissing your neck, his hand slither up your shirt, caressing and pinching at your nipples.

your words sent him over the edge and he let out a soft groan.

you needed so much more than his single finger. you mindlessly began to toy with the waistband of his pants, itching to just rip them off of him completely.

james was more than ready to let your hands do there work, as he lifted up his hips slightly.

"can i take these off?" james asks you softly, he begins pushing your shorts down your thighs.

you nod your head quickly and discard your shorts along with your shirt leaving you only in your underwear.

james' eyes shoot straight down to your chest.

"so perfect for me," he coos as he quickly latches his mouth onto one of your nipples, soon leaving little purple bruises on them. your eyes squeeze shut as you feel his tongue flicking against the bud.

the sound of a belt hitting the ground makes you jump slightly.

"i can't wait any longer." james mutters against your lips before pressing his mouth against yours.

his fast hands move your underwear to the side.

the feeling of his cock finally entering your dripping hole made your head fall onto his shoulder and a long breathy moan fall from your lips.

you can feel james' body shudders under you.

"oh, fuck," james waits a few seconds before finally thrusting upwards, moving your hips to meet his simultaneously.

the sound of yours and james' moans followed by the slight slapping of skin filled the air of your bedroom.

"you feel so good baby, so good for me."

if james kept speaking to you in that velvety tone you were sure that you were gonna cum a lot quicker than expected.

your mind was completely empty, not a single thought popped into your brain.

that was soon interrupted by the sound of your cellphone.

"it's my dad." you tell james urgently but he continues to litter your neck with small kisses and bites.

"answer it."

you stare at him blankly, the annoying ringtone still erupting from your phone.

your fingers hesitate for a moment before accepting the call and pressing your phone up to your ear.

"hey dad." you try to stiffle a moan as james begins thrusting up into you again.

it was so difficult trying to contain your moans while still trying to have a conversation with your dad.

"yeah, james came over mm-" your hand flies to your mouth.

you could feel james smirk against your neck as he continues to thrust into you at a faster pace.

"no-sorry, it was a cough."

he was relentless with his hunger for you, and didn't want to keep it at bay.

"be quiet baby, we don't need daddy hearing how good i'm making you feel hm?"

his voice was suddenly filled with a deep and lustful tone, but you loved it.

james heard the talking from your phone but it didn't distract him, it only sent a tinge of excitement in his heart.

he let his hands to roam all over your body, causing goosebumps to spread all over your body.

"he did a great job, the car...the car should be ok now."

your dad just kept talking. completely oblivious to what was happening on the other side of the phone.

james grins widely and let out a quiet moan, feeling your pussy squeeze around him.

his lips left your neck and he let his head lean back on the headboard. he didn't even stop his advances as he heard your dad talking. he just enjoyed seeing you try your hardest to stay quiet as he abused your cunt.

your dad finally says his goodbyes after asking a million questions regarding james' visit and you have never felt so relieved.

"that was a close one." james chuckled.

you let out an exasperated laugh, still not able to fully function. especially now that his fingers begin rubbing furiously at your clit, causing you to moan louder and buck your hips harder against his.

"j-james..." your body was shaking uncontrollably. that familiar not began to form in your stomach and fiery heat began to spread through your legs.

"you gonna cum for me pretty girl?" he taunts.

your face contorts in pleasure as you try to muster up any words that come to mind.

"m'so close-"

"i know baby i know, me too." the grip he has on your thighs grows firmer and his nails begin to dig harshly into your skin.

"come on sweetheart, give it to me." james thrusts harder into you, swiftly hitting your sweet spot everytime.

your walls clench around his cock as you cum, earning a loud, throaty groan from james. his warm seed coats your insides, leaving you feeling full and absolutely satisfied.

"there you go," james coaxes you through your orgasm.

james felt your sweat covered body collapse onto his and he kissed your forehead softly.

he kept his arms wrapped around your back, holding you close to him.

"are you okay?" was the first thing that came out of his mouth after a moment.

"mhm, m'ok" you flash james a tired smile.

he slowly opened his eyes as well and kissed your forehead. he let out another sigh as his arms were still wrapped around you.

then he spoke again, his voice filled with curiosity.

"so...what did your dad want to talk about?" he asked softly, still laying back on the bed with you on top of him.

"he was just asking if you had already come over and everything," you let out a snort.

"i definitely came." you look up at james to see a cocky smile across his face.

"stop," you giggle and slap his arm playfully.

"he also mentioned that he would be staying an extra hour at work."

james' demeanor shifted once you told him the good news of your dad staying longer at work.

"good," james leaned forward and kissed you again, grabbing your hand and pulled you down to the bed.

his hands slowly traveled down to your thighs, and he caressed it slightly before pulling your legs apart and situating himself in between them.

"because i'm not done with you yet."

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bloatedandalone04 · 4 months

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The Perks

➪the one where you get to experience all the perks that come with being james’ wife and biggest supporter.

Warnings: smut, fluff, oral (f receiving), semi-public smut, swearing, hair pulling

Word Count: 1.8k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

It was nearing one in the afternoon when you arrived at J Kelly Auto, a takeout bag in hand and a dumb smile on your face as you waved at one of the mechanics. You walk past the garage and pull open the door to the lobby part of the building, your smile growing when you catch sight of James.

He was leaning against the front of the desk, his arm crossed over his chest as he listened to someone on the phone. The arms of his work jumpsuit were tied around his waist, his toned biceps on full display as the white muscle tee he wore under it did nothing to hide them. His various tattoos were on full display as well and your eyes trail over every one of them as you waited for him to be done with the call.

His shirt was stained with oil already, despite you spending more than half an hour the previous night trying to get it clean again once he came home smelling like motor oil and cigarettes.

James slumped back a bit more as the person rambled on, but as his gaze swept around the room before landing on you, he stood up again. “Hi,” he mouthed, grinning over at you while you swayed on your heels by the door. “Uh huh. Well, what you can do right now is bring it in and we’ll see if we have the parts you need. If we don’t, I’ll send in an order for them. Alright, no problem. See you soon.”

He reached behind him and set the phone down before reaching out to you, his hands finding their home on your waist once you were standing in front of him. “Hi,” you greet him with a small smile, kissing him quickly afterwards.

“Hi, baby,” he said back, bunching up the fabric of your dress as he pulled you a bit closer. “You look pretty.”

You smile at him, sliding your free hand up his arm until your fingers are able to wrap less than halfway around his bicep. “Thanks, Jamie,” you blush under his gaze as you look around the near-empty room. “Slow day?”

“If by slow day you mean we’ve had three customers today, then yeah, it’s a slow day,” he answered, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling your body up against his. His eyes raked downwards, pausing at your somewhat exposed chest before going further. You knew what you were doing when you chose to wear your white sundress with the small blue flowers that matched his eye color almost perfectly. It never failed to drive him crazy, and you could tell he was holding himself back right now.

While he was pretty into PDA, James still didn’t want the few customers in the lobby to witness his inability of keeping his hands to himself whenever you are around. “I brought you lunch,” you tell him and hold the bag up, the logo of his favorite fast food place making him smile.

“You brought me lunch?” He teased, trailing his hands lower down your back.

You hum, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and standing on the tips of your toes to be able to kiss him. He pulled you closer to him and tried to deepen the kiss, making you laugh at the way his lips chased yours. “I did,”

“You’re too good to me,” he mumbles, kissing you again quickly.

Laughing, you pull away and hold up the bag again. “I’m just proud of you,” he smiles at your words, taking it from you. “Always.”

“Thanks, baby,” he murmured, taking your left hand in his free one. His thumb turned your rings as he added, “Now I’m starving.”

You perk up at that, “Oh, good, because I wasn’t sure if you’d eaten or not-”

The shaking of his head made your words die on your tongue, and you watched as he looked around before walking backwards to the office door, pulling you with him as he went. “I’m not hungry for food,”

You get the hint pretty much instantly, a blush taking over your face as you glance back at the customers who seemed to have no idea of the words that were being exchanged between you and James. “Right now? Here?”

James pulled you into the office that was labeled as his own before closing and locking the door. “Right now,” he confirmed, shutting the blinds on the doors window and setting the fast food bag onto the table next to it before making his way over to you in three strides. His hands grab hold of your hips and he pushes you against the side of the desk, his fingers bunching up the fabric of your dress as he sinks to his knees. “Here.”

Your eyes widen as he pulls down your panties with one quick tug before he wraps his lips around your clit. “Oh, my God,” you gasp as he sucks on your bundle of nerves harshly. “Jesus, do you have any self control at all?”

James smirks up at you with a shrug, “Not when it comes to you,” he answered, nudging your right thigh to rest on his shoulder as he licked a stripe up your folds. Your fingers tangled in his hair, your engagement ring and wedding band being barely visible in the dark strands.

“You’re on the clock, Jamie,” you point out in a breathless tone. “This is what you’re getting paid for?”

He raised his brow at you as he used the tattooed fingers of his free hand to gently split your slick entrance. “I think you’re forgetting that I’m my own boss,” he rasped, slowly fucking his index and middle fingers into you.

You whine a bit as you grip the edge of the desk. “How could I ever forget that?” You ask, biting down harshly on your lip to stifle the loud moan that threatened to escape you. “Don’t you know how proud I am of you?”

James nodded, kissing your inner thigh as he fucked his digits into you. “Of course I do,” he answered. “You tell me it everyday.”

“Because it’s true,” you whisper then moan. “Jamie.”

“I know,” he hummed, staring up at you with dark blue eyes. You didn’t need much of a build up for you to be ready to fall apart for him, and he knew this. The way you were helplessly clenching around his fingers told him all he needed to know, and he sped up a bit, making sure to brush his thumb against your clit with every thrust of his hand. “My wife is the prettiest thing in the world.”

His compliment makes your face flush as you grip onto the hair on the back of his head, squeezing your eyes shut. “Fuck,” he knew what he does to you, and you didn’t have to open your eyes to know he is smirking. “James.”

Your voice held a sense of warning, but he didn’t need to hear it to know that you are close. After being together for nearly six years and married for just under one, you and James knew each other like the backs of your hands. “I know,” he repeated his previous words, teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue as you squirmed against him.

Your walls clenched around his fingers and your stomach flexed as you felt the knot begin to steadily form. “Oh, God,” you murmur, not wanting to be too loud since he still had customers in the other room.

James looked effortlessly hot right now, with his face buried against you, his fingers deep inside you and his movements slow. He wasn’t rushing even though he is currently at work and will probably be needed soon by one of the other mechanics. He was taking his time with you, getting you off slowly in the way he knows you love.

You reach down and brush your thumb against his cheek, wiping away the smudge of dirt and oil that had collected there since he started his shift. “If you think I’m pretty,” you struggle to say as he curls his fingers, the tips brushing against your sweet spot. “You must have no idea how perfect you are, Jamie.”

He shook his head, pulling away from you but keeping his fingers deep within you. “I’m not the perfect one, baby,” he brushes you off, but all you could focus on was the wetness that coated his lips and chin. “You’re so fucking perfect, and you’re all mine.”

You moan and grip his hair again, making him grin up at you as he raises his left hand.

“I made sure of that,” he added, wiggling his fingers and showing off his wedding band.

“James,” you gasped loudly, feeling the knot tighten even more. He just shook his head and wrapped his mouth around your clit again, sucking the bud harshly. You buck against him and push him closer to you with your foot on his back. “I’m close.”

You lean further back on the desk and accidentally knock over the lamp that was sitting on it. James didn’t seem to care at all about the well-being of it as he just pulled your body closer to him as his fingers inched even deeper in you. “I know, pretty girl,” he rasped, quickening the pace of his hand in a way that had you gripping onto him with everything you had in you as you felt your walls spasm. “I want you to come for me. All over my hand.”

His words make your head spin as you writhe against him before the knot unravels. You moan rather loudly as you come on his fingers and then again when you saw the wetness that dripped down his hand as he fucked you through your high. “Fuck, fuck,” you whimper and watch as he slowly pulls his fingers out and kept eye contact with you when he brought them up to his mouth and licked them clean. “Fuck, James.”

He grins up at you before standing to his full height and walking over to the door. “You okay?” He asks over his shoulder.

“Yeah,” you say as you try to control your breathing. “Give me a sec and I’ll get you off, too.”

James just waved you off as he grabbed the takeout bag before walking back over to the desk and sitting down on the chair. “Don’t worry about it, baby,”

You watch with wide eyes as he pats his thigh and opens the bag, a surprised laugh escaping you. “You’re eating right now?”

He shrugged as he reached over and wrapped his arm around your middle, pulling you onto his lap as he leaned back. “That was a lot of work,” he teased, giving you a chaste kiss before reaching into the bag. “Let me get my strength back and then we’ll talk about you getting me off.”

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geekforhorror · 18 days

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dating james kelly headcanons

warnings: NSFW CONTENT

this man has a CHOKEHOLD on me

anyways let’s start!

this man is such a gentleman to you idc what y’all say

he’s definitely reserved and mysterious at times

LOVES date nights

he denies the fact that he’s a romantic but we all know he is

like cmon the bathtub scene?!

just proves my point

james has the biggest sweet spot for you and only you

the definition of grumpy x sunshine trope

he’s so protective of you

if anyone messes with you, he would not be afraid to get his hands dirty

that includes fr*nkie

shows you off whenever he gets the chance to

he WORSHIPS the ground you stand on

calls you sweet girl, baby, sweetheart, doll

loves lazy mornings just cuddling you

now for my favorite part

NSFW SHIT!!!

he’s such an ass and tits man

loves it when you wear short skirts

he’s a dom.

BUT…..he can be a sub too

yes i said it.

only a power!sub tho

he for sure loves leaving hickeys all over your body especially in places that you can’t hide

he’s a big fan of doggy style if we’re being honest here

mainly for the way your ass moves

that being said…he has a breeding kink and a daddy kink

degrades you while also praising you

fondles the shit out of your body

loves when you pull his hair

he’s so good at aftercare i will die on this hill

let’s you know he didn’t mean anything he said while degrading you

runs a bath for the two of you and also gets some wine

okay that’s it!

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queenie-official · 6 months

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the things i would let him do to me

#i’d let him ruin me #i also wanna give him a big hug #he owns my heart #hayden christensen #james kelly #james kelly x reader #american heist #queenie’s thoughts xx<3

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carlsworldsworld · 15 days

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Dads Bsf! James Kelly x Fem! Reader

James Kelly x Fem! Reader

request: Can you do James and female reader where they’re like in a cabin and her dad goes out to run errands

You had grown up knowing about James, he was your dad’s best friend after all. You were in a cabin in the woods, it was a small cabin, about two rooms and one bathroom with a small living room. All three of you were out camping since your mother was sick and couldn’t make it.

You always had feelings for James, ever since stupid fucking hormones kicked in, you started walking around the house in revealing outfits, small skirts, small shirts, your dad thought you were still his innocent girl asking you ‘New style?’ and you would reply ‘Yeah! Trying something new!’

Your dad was out getting food for the cabin and he wouldn’t be back for another two hours or so, you’re all alone in the cabin with because he could trust his best friend.. right?

James is sitting on the kitchen table, drinking from a bottle of beer as you’re in the kitchen, making a bowl of ice cream, you were wearing a skirt with a button up shirt, James watching from the kitchen, the way you would lean over the counter and he would get the perfect view of your ass.

“Hey James can you help me? I can’t reach this plate” You asked from the kitchen, reaching up for a plate, he obliged, walking over and grabbing the plate.

This is why you found yourself in this situation, James thrusting into you harshly, his hand on the back of your neck and his mouth by your ear, whispering dirty things into it.

“If you wanted me to fuck you princess you could’ve asked… I would’ve done it anyways” He moaned into your ear, nipping at the lobe.

He pistons in and out of you, hitting all the right spots as he murmurs dirty things in your ear. "You're so tight... so wet... fuck, princess, I could spend all night inside of you.” Feeling you start to get close, he picks up the pace, slamming his hips against yours in a primal rhythm. His mouth finds your neck and he starts nipping and sucking, leaving marks that will fade into memory. "Cum for me, princess."

And you did, crying out as you fell limp against the counter, him fucking up into you.

Feeling you come apart beneath him, he follows closely behind, his cock throbbing inside of you as he releases his load. He groans loudly, his eyes rolling back in his head as he empties himself into you. "God fucking damn- shit” He groans pulling out, pulling up his jeans and boxers, making sure you do the same, just as the door opens and your dad walks in “Hey I’m home”

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A/N: Y’all I literally pulled this out of my ass I’m sorry okay :’(

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aniismydaddy · 9 days

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Tinkering- James Kelly

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! smut, cheating, unprotected piv, semi-public, f receiving oral, slut shaming pairing: neighbor!James Kelly x fem!reader summary: you're home from college for the summer, but that doesn't mean the fun has to end. a/n: enjoy & happy birthday hayden!!

summers, you dreaded the summers in your hometown. None of your college age friends were there and your parents, when they weren't working or arguing, paid you no attention. You looked for attention and fun anywhere you could find it and well, James, your married next-door neighbor wasn't exempt. When he wasn't bent over under the hood of someone's car, he was outside dragging a cigarette and checking you out... he was anything but inconspicuous.

The one night you actually have plans in your shithole hometown, the obvious happens. "Fuck!" you yell as you turn the key in your car, and it doesn't start. You hop out and slam the door angrily, stuck at home again for another night. "Just my fucking luck." you hiss before leaning over the hood of your car.

James was outside having his normal evening cigarette drag when you yelled, and he decided to come take a look. On his way over, he took a careful mental note of the scenery, young twenty-something girl, shortest sage green dress known to man, black lace thong begging to be ripped off, and a body that was sure to turn heads. "Won't start?" he asked taking a long look at you up and down.

You look up frustrated, but also nervous. "Of course he had to fucking be outside, great! At least I look hot though." you think to yourself. You'd spent days checking James out from your bedroom window or the front porch, and he was HOT too, dark hair, blue eyes you've been dying to get lost in, slim build, but definitely got a bit of muscle under those button-up shirts and tank tops, and a face that you'd never forget.

"Hello?" he asked, waving his hand in front of your face. A small mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as you stood there watching him and mute. "Won't start?"

"Oh... uh no it won't. I'm on my way to a party, well... I was and then my car wouldn't start, so yeah" you sigh deeply. "I never have car problems and of course on the one day I'm supposed to leave this shitty town and have some fun, I can't."

James lets out a small chuckle "I could take a look at it if you want me to... could be something quick that'll get you to your party tonight... No charge." he offers as he grinds his cigarette out on the asphalt with his shoe.

"You're gonna look at my car? and for free?" you ask, cutting your eyes at him. "What's the catch?"

"The catch?" he says feigning ignorance. "No catch sweetheart, I fix your car because I like fixing cars, and you get to your party, which I can tell must be pretty important by the choice of attire." he teases manipulatively while looking you up and down.

You pull down your dress in a poor attempt to make it longer, not realizing how revealing your outfit is until he mentioned it. "Uh... yeah sure... you can take a look at it" you reply coyly. You watch as James heads into his garage to grab some tools and return. You watch as he pops the hood and starts poking all around your car, or at least that's what it looked like to you, you don't know a single thing about cars, but how to drive them.

"Well, bad news sweetheart, you're not gonna make it to your party tonight, but I can get it fixed for you tomorrow." He says as he shuts the hood of your car. "I'll start early so I'll be done in time in case you have plans." He says eyeing you once more.

You sigh deeply "Thanks, that'll be fine." You part ways with him for the night and retreat into the house. The next morning you decide to sleep in, since your car wasn't working, and you can't go but so far anyway. After a shower and breakfast, you decide to walk over to James' garage and check on your car. "Making progress?" you ask curiously.

James looked up at you from under the hood of your car. You were dressed in short black shorts and a tight cropped shirt. "You always dress like that?" he asks feigning concern.

You look down at your outfit choice. It was particularly hot that day, so you didn't see the issue in your clothes. "Dress like what? It's like 100 degrees out here" you say slightly annoyed.

James chuckles softly "Do you always dress in something short and tight... is that like your thing or are you trying to tempt me" he says, his eyes never leaving the task at hand.

You feel your stomach start to do backflips at his words. He was hot and he knew you thought so too. "Both, if you're into that." you say trying to sound calm, though you liked to know he paid attention to you.

James stops and looks up at you "I'm a married man princess." he says while wiping his hands on one of the shop rags.

You huff, taking the shot you had been dying for. "I see you checking me out on my morning jogs or whenever we're both outside for that matter, so don't play that "married man" card with me." You fold your arms as you wait for his response.

James laughs while continuing to survey you. "Bold. I like bold, and I said that I'm married, not that I'm faithful." he smirks as he cutely taps your nose.

You feel the lump in your throat grow at his admission. Married, hot, and willing to cheat? it's not something you've tried before, but you're definitely into it. "So then why are you married if you're just gonna cheat on her?" you ask, though you don't give a damn, you just wanna sound less like a shit young slut.

"Do you really give a damn? or is this one of those conversations that's supposed to make you feel less guilty if I decide to fuck you." he asked, though he knew the latter was the answer.

"You want the truth or the socially acceptable truth" you laugh softly, there wasn't shit funny about this interaction, but he was so hot, and you were wet and needy.

James laughs too "I won't be needing any answer sweetheart, I already know. Keep coming around here dressed like that and I might have to take you up on that offer." he winks at you.

"You don't wanna take me up on it now? I only see one car in the yard, so that means your wife's gone and I can tell you're happy to see me" you joke at the sight of the growing bulge in his jeans. You move fully into the garage, only standing inches apart from each other

James' mischievous smirk turns into a wide mischievous grin. "If you've always found me so attractive, what's taken you so long to come over here."

"My car worked before, it doesn't now so that's why I'm here, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve a parting gift for all your hard work" you say, tracing along the waistband of his jeans.

James was so tempted to just bend you over and take you right there, but he tried to focus on the task at hand first. "I... I uh should probably finish tinkering with your car first if you plan on going out tonight." He says playing with a lock of your hair, poorly resisting temptation

"Well what if I need to be tinkered with..." you say in a low seductive tone

James laughs, feeling his body start to heat up "You're a needy one aren't you." he says seductively before pulling you into a lust-filled kiss. The kiss was soft, but gradually got nastier as your tongues fought for dominance. His hands began to roam your body, softly squeezing your ass and gripping your hips.

"Mmm" you moan softly. You couldn't believe you were actually going through with this, especially considering how you knew that he's married. You pulled away slightly, finally able to get lost in those blue eyes. "God James, I want you so badly" you whimper as your reach down feeling his growing cock.

James's eyes darken with anticipation. "I've wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you." He smacks your ass hard and grabs it firmly "Walking around in all that tight shit just for me?"

The kissing resumed, deep and passionate and everything they both wanted. James let his hands roam, up and under your shirt and in one swift motion, your shirt was on the ground. He quickly popped the hooks on the back of your bra, allowing your soft perky tits with erect nipples to spill out. "Just what I fantasized about" he muttered as he nibbled on the soft skin of your neck.

"You fantasize about me? hmm?" you tease as he lifts you onto his work station table

"When you bouce around dressed like that, you leave me no choice." James lifts your hips with one hand and pulls off your shorts with the other. He drags his index and middle finger up and down the lace fabric of your panties. "So wet and needy huh? That's all for me?" he growls before ripping off your panties and discarding them.

James spread your legs wide and stepped back to take in the view. It was true, you were soaked and it was all for him. It felt like you had already orgasmed and he hadn't even fucked you yet. James started slow, kissing your inner thighs and teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue.

"Please..." you begged softly for him to finally just tongue fuck your needy pussy. He sunk his face into your warm pussy, using his mouth to suck your clit and please you just right. He licked and sucked in all the right places, after all he was an experienced man. "James, please don't stop" you scream as you grab his hair, pushing him deeper into your needy cunt.

James lets out a soft hum into your pussy "mmm, taste so good sweetheart, just like I knew you would." The wet sounds of him slurping and tongue fucking your wet and aching pussy filled the garage. "God you're so good at that James... I love the way you suck on my clit" you moan loudly as he continues his pleasure-filled assault.

it didn't take long and he knew what he was doing, all you juices came flowing out like a waterfall, coating his face and shirt with your sweet release. "That's it baby, that's my good girl... show me how much you want it." his words were almost enough to make you cream again, he was just that fucking sexy.

You helped James pull his shirt off and unbutton his jeans before hungrily pulling down his bottoms. His thick erect cock sprung free, the tip leaking with precum. Hot and a fat dick? He was the whole package and you're living for it. He used the tip of his cock to tease your folds and leaking entrance. He'd push in slightly, but not all the way, just enough to hear you gasp and see you squirm.

"I need all of it James please... I cant take it anymore" you beg relentlessly as he continues to tease you. "Beg for it" he growls as he slaps the tip on your clit causing you to let out a soft moan "Please James I cant take it anymore, I need that cock" you beg again and again

"Good girl" He praises as he fully pushes into you. "So wet and tight... such a needy little cum slut. Yeah?" He growls as he thrust into you hard and deep. He grips your hips tightly with one hand and uses the free hand to caress your tits. "You're so fucking sexy, you know that?" he says as he rests his forehead against yours and thrusts into you. With every hungry thrust, he keeps eye contact.

"Mm, fuck you feel so good in me like that" you moan loudly. Your knuckles go white from gripping the edge of the table to stabilize yourself. "mhmm, mhmm, harder please, faster" you beg as he relentlessly claims you as his own. The pleasure washes over you, causing you to close your eyes. "Look at me when I fuck you, look me in the eyes like the nasty little whore you want me to think you are" James barks as he drills into your leaking pussy over and over.

Your walls start to clench around him as your reach your peak and you can feel he's getting close too, with his thrusts becoming more ragged. "f-fuck I'm gonna cum James, I'm gonna cum" you scream. "Me too babygirl, you want my cum like a good little slut?" His lips crash into yours as he fucks his cum right into you, not slowing down til' he's pumped you with every inch of his warm white seed.

"Oh god, oh god... that was AMAZING" you say through labored breaths. "Amazing is an understatement babydoll" James says as he kisses your forehead. "Now that we've had a little fun, I got work to do" He leaves you with one last sloppy kiss, that lingers, before adjusting his clothes and getting back to work.

You adjust your clothes and head back next door to your house, to watch from you window like you never even met.

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valkyrieromanoff · 5 months

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JAMES KELLY IMAGINE: The mechanic and the spoiled princess

word count: 3.8k

warnings: age gap, praise, pet names (spoiled princess, little princess, good girl), mention of sex

summary: Your car breaks down for the tenth time and James is your mechanic.

a/n: After seeing many edits of this character on tiktok, I had to write something about it. I hope you like it, maybe it's not so faithful to the character ;)

After everything that had happened to his brother, James wanted to leave everything behind and start over, far away from New Orleans. And that's what he did. He gathered up all his savings and bought a one-way ticket to Portland, where he got a job as a mechanic in a workshop in the city center. It wasn't much, but he managed to rent an apartment and live comfortably without being haunted by the ghosts of his past.

It was a Sunday afternoon when you walked into the workshop where James works, and he smiled when he saw you. After all, in the four months he'd been living in the city, you must have visited the mechanic's shop about ten times.

"Hey, you, what happened this time?" James joked, raising an eyebrow as he wiped the oil off his hands with a cloth.

"Hi, uhm, my car broke down again," you said, biting your lip nervously.

You used to show up at the garage; your parents always brought their cars in for maintenance, oil changes, or any necessary check-ups. It was a hot day; you'd chosen a flowery dress and red sneakers, your brown curls tied up in a ponytail with a ribbon, and your eyes covered by sunglasses.

James raised an eyebrow, leaned against the counter that held his tools, and crossed his arms. "Y/n, come on. It's been a month since your last visit." "What's wrong with it this time? Is it the transmission again? Or did you forget to change the oil?"

"Do I have to change the oil every month?" You asked, frowning in confusion.

He sighed and shook his head.

"No, of course not. Do you know how to check the oil in the first place?" James asked, rolling his eyes. "I know you're young, but you should know that, at least now."

"Let me guess; you don't know how to change a tire either." He joked, leaning closer.

"I, I mean, I know how to change a tire. I've just never done it, but if I need to, I know how to do it," You said, trying to believe your own words. James narrowed his eyes and looked into yours.

"Y/n, the last time your vehicle broke down it was because you ran out of oil. You literally only need to change the oil every six months in a car. And it's very necessary for the engine."

He sighed and pinched the tip of his nose. "How did you get your driver's license again?"

"The practical test doesn't require changing a tire or oil," You retorted, crossing your arms, making the neckline of your dress more obvious. "But I filled the tire once at the driving school"

James let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head. He couldn't believe that someone as beautiful as you could be so carefree. He let his eyes roam over your body and smiled.

"Well, I'm not exactly complaining." He joked, winking at you. He paused and shrugged. "Well, anyway, what's wrong this time? Let me guess, you ran out of gas again?" "No, I know when I need to fill up. I'm not stupid." You snorted softly, crossing your arms over your chest. "I don't know what happened; everything was fine with the car when, out of nowhere, it started making some strange noises."

James' ears perked up at these strange noises? "What kind of noises? Is it coming from the front or the back? Or is it the engine? Give me more details, and maybe I can find out." He suggested it, raising an eyebrow. "I think the noises are coming from the front." You mumbled, biting your lip. "What if I showed you the car? Wouldn't that make it easier for both of us?" He nodded, smiling, and pointed a finger at you. "I like the way you think. Show me the car, and let's see what the problem is." James replied, winking at you.

"But there is one little problem," you confessed shyly.

He raised an eyebrow, already sensing what you would say.

“What’s this little problem now?” James replied, smirking.

"Well, my car broke down at my house, so I couldn't bring it to the mechanic." You said, looking at him expectantly. "Can you help me? Please"

James sighed and let out a groan.

“Fine, fine, I’ll help you. But you know it’s gonna be at least a few hours, right? And I swear, if I have to change the oil in your car, I’m gonna choke you.” He replied, narrowing his eyes at you. He was trying to be mad, but it was obvious that you would get him to do whatever you wanted so easily. Damn that smile.

"Thanks, James; you're the best." You said, smiling excitedly.

He let out a huff and shook his head. It was obvious that he was pretending to be annoyed. He then sighed and began putting on his jacket and grabbing his keys from his pocket.

“Just come with me. I’ll drive you to your house. And try to learn how to change a damn tire while you’re there.” James replied, glaring at you. You were absolutely adorable.

"I'm sure I'll learn a lot from you." You shrugged, running to the sidewalk where James' car was parked.

You looked adorable in your sundress, red converse, and bow in your hair. Your delicate face and innocent smile remind James that she was almost half his age.

James rolled his eyes as you skipped over to his car. He thought you were absolutely beautiful. He opened the door for you and waited for you to get in. The thought of teaching a pretty girl who looked like that to be independent made his heart flutter.

After you got in the car and shut the door, James got into the front seat and drove to your house, looking at you from time to time.

"My parents are at a neurology convention or something on the other side of the state." You commented, looking out the window, your finger tracing the rain marks on the glass of the passenger window. "Can you believe they only warned me today when I called them, asking why I was home alone." You sighed, putting your head on the back of the seat.

He was a little surprised by the fact your parents left you home alone for a few days. Although you were of age, your parents always seemed so controlling and attached to you. They kind of treated you like a child, maybe because you were an only child or something.

"Oh, and I see you’re really just a little princess. Parents go on a business trip for a few days and leave little y/n here all alone. You must be helpless without them.” James teased, smirking as he looked at you from the corner of his eye.

He then focused on the road, waiting for your reaction.

"Don't be annoying; I know how to take care of myself; it's just that I would have preferred to have been warned beforehand." You retorted, your chest rising and falling as you sighed dramatically. "My parents never even let me go on school trips; it's a bit strange that they just disappear out of the blue."

James smirked and nodded, still trying to hold on to his laugh. The image of this little princess, helpless without your parents for a few days, made him want to test your limits.

“So basically, you’re saying that you haven’t had a sleepover without your parents before? Oh, that makes you even more adorable.” He teased, winking at you.

“I was always very well-behaved as a child. And well, my focus was on getting into medical school, not hidden parties." You commented, taking off your sunglasses and biting the stem. James's breathing became tense at your movement. "Not that I didn't go to parties, I just, well, it wasn't my priority. And I kind of had a boyfriend at the time."

He let out a groan and rolled his eyes, clearly in shock.

“So you’re saying you never snuck out and went to a crazy party at 14? You didn’t have those teenage rebellious years? You weren’t grounded once for dating someone your parents didn’t approve of? Wow. You truly are a princess if you’ve led a perfect life.” He replied, looking over at you.

"I'm the good girl stereotype. I was a cheerleader, class leader, and president of the UN mock. I had better grades, and I dated the football team captain." You snorted, as if your adolescence was a long time ago, although it's only two years ago. "And well, now I'm in medical school to follow the family tradition."

James let out a low whistle, impressed by how flawless you were in every aspect. You literally were his dream girl. You were beautiful, had good grades, had a good sense of humor, and came from a successful family. You had to have some kind of flaw.

“So what’s the flaw? You can’t possibly be perfect. That would be too good to be true.” James asked, smirking. And yes, he was flirting with you. He didn't even try to hide.

"I guess I just wanted to reach adulthood. And now I realize it sucks." You muttered, looking down at your own hands resting in your lap.

James smirked, surprised to hear you curse.

“What’s wrong, princess? Can’t be a little more vulgar than that? It fits you more." James teased, smirking as he looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"My parents forbade me from swearing; I think it's still a little weird to swear out loud. It sounds wrong.” You confessed, your cheeks blushing at your honesty.

He thought it was adorable how innocent you were. It was like he was the one who corrupted you.

“Wow, so swearing is taboo in your family? I assume they don’t let you drink as well then..?” He teased again, winking at you.

"I'm 19 years old, James. You know that it's only after the age of 21 that you can legally drink here in the US." You reminded him, raising an eyebrow.

He pretended to be shocked and widened his eyes in response.

“So you mean to tell me that the spoiled little princess never snuck out and tried a sip of alcohol with her friends?” James teased, smirking at you.

He focused on the road again, waiting for your response.

"Well, I never drank. Or I went to parties in secret; in fact, my last party must have been school dances." You confessed, twirling a curl around your finger.

“You mean to tell me that you actually did have a high school love life? Damn girl, you really didn't sneak out and not tell your parents anything. You really are a good girl.” He teased, smirking. He couldn’t help but notice that his heart was beating faster the more that he teased you and made you admit to innocent things.

"Wait, what about your high school boyfriend? Did you have to hide him from your parents?"

"It was actually my parents who introduced me to him, he was the son of one of my father's colleagues." You explained, tilting your head to look at him. "We met at a Christmas party that my parents' hospital hosts every year."

“So this boyfriend of yours was perfect, huh? I assume he was on the high school football team too, right?” He teased, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Yes, he was the team captain." You sighed, raising your eyebrow in amusement. "Am I that predictable?"

“Of course, you are precious. I’m starting to think you were probably a goody-two-shoes in high school. Not a single rule was broken. Not a single bad word was spoken. No sleepovers. No kissing the captain. Not even sneaking out to be with him.” James teased, making it very clear he was teasing.

“You were a perfect angel, weren’t you?” He smirked, leaning slightly toward you.

"We did more than just kiss, if you want to know." You retorted, your cheeks turning red at your own words.

He let out a small laugh at your words, his smile wide on his face.

“So you aren’t always innocent after all. Are you more into the ‘bad guys’ then? I thought you were the princess who only dated the captain of the team.” He teased, smirking as he waited for your response.

"Well, I only had one boyfriend," You confessed, biting your lip. "I can't say I have a lot of experience"

He raised an eyebrow, surprised by her confession. “Wait so you’ve only been with that one boyfriend? You haven't even had a few no-strings-attached snogs? You’re saying you were a good girl all this time?” He teased, nudging you. James looked out the window as he drove, waiting for your response.

"Well, I dated George since freshman year" You commented, looking at your legs, playing with the hem of your summer dress. “So, I had a boyfriend, I wasn't going to get involved with other people"

He let out a groan and sighed, not even bothering to hide his smile anymore. You were just so innocent and cute.

“So tell me, what happened with George? Did you two break up or what? Or did you finally muster the ability to break out of your good girl routine?” He teased as he looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"I am studying medicine at Harvard, while George went to Yale to study law. So, we ended up breaking up because long-distance relationships don't work." You explained, the hem of your dress had ridden up due to the tightening of your belt. You tried to pull it down gently.

James' eyes fell on your legs, lingering longer than he should have.

“How tragic! So the spoiled princess couldn’t stand not being with her football captain boyfriend, so she broke up with him. I’m sure you must have been absolutely heartbroken.” James teased, smirking yet again. He took a small turn and focused on the road, waiting for your reaction.

"Actually, it was a bit of a relief. I don't know if I really liked George or just the idea of him. My parents wanted us to be together, and I think I just accepted that." You confessed, grabbing a gloss from your handbag to apply to your soft pink lips.

“So you’re telling me that you were so desperate for your parents’ approval that you never even thought about what you wanted? That you were willing to settle down with a college football star just because your parents wanted you to? That is such good girl behavior.” James teased, smirking at you. He noticed the application of the lip gloss and was fixated only on your lips for a good minute or so.

"You know, we were going to get married when we finished school. Now this seems so stupid, but my parents thought it was a great idea." You commented, giggling at the memory.

James rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Of course, the only child of very rich parents goes on to marry a college football star. Oh, I wonder if your parents will be satisfied with a surgeon as your husband. Or will you marry into a political family next?” He teased, looking at you with a grin. He couldn’t help but notice your full lips and the way the lip gloss made them look even more appetizing.

"I don't even know if I want to get married. My focus right now is on graduating from medicine and getting a good job."You murmured, moving your lips together to spread the lip gloss. Before you parted your lips to check the application.

The sight of your lips and you applying the gloss was distracting him more than it should have, especially since he was driving. He tried to focus on the road, but the more his eyes wandered to your lips, the more his heart beat faster.

He cleared his throat, bringing his eyes back to the road. He looked a little flustered as his cheeks became a soft red.

“Wow, so are you saying that the princess actually has motives and aspirations other than being daddy's girl?” James teased.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his speech.

He let out an exaggerated groan, but he was still teasing.

“I swear, you’re giving me more surprises than a box of cereal. The little princess actually has aspirations of being a doctor. Wow, I never would have thought.” He teased again, looking at you again from the corner of his eye. James couldn’t help but focus on how his tone and tease seemed to have affected you, turning your cheeks a light red. He had never met anyone so innocent. It was intoxicating.

"And what are your ambitions, James? Do you intend to be a mechanic all your life?" You asked genuinely curious.

He let out a laugh and rolled his eyes.

“Me? Oh, I don’t have ambition like you, princess. I’m working my butt off on this shitty job because I couldn't afford college, and some shits happened in between.” James mocked, looking over at you, although there was some truth in his words.

He raised an eyebrow, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“So what? Do you think I’m a loser?” He asked, waiting for your response. "For not having a fancy degree?"

You curled your lips at the amount of swear words in his sentence.

"No, I think your profession is very worthy." You stated gently. "Who would fix my car for the tenth time in a month if they didn't have you?" You retorted with a playful tone.

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming in mischief as he heard your response.

“I guess it works out then, I have a princess constantly breaking her car down for me to fix. And the best part is, she’s too innocent to know how to do it herself so she has to keep coming back.” James teased, looking at you.

He felt a rush of blood going where it shouldn’t but he ignored it, refocusing on the road. What was wrong with him?

You smiled softly, looking away from the window. The journey was peaceful until you arrived at your huge and fancy house.

James pulled his car into the driveway of your house, turning off the engine. He took a deep breath, trying to control himself, when he saw the expensive-looking house. He then realized the way his heart was racing in his chest and how sweaty his palms had gotten. James shook his head, trying to clear his head, and looked at you.

“This is your house, huh? So this is where the spoiled princess calls home, huh?” He teased, smirking. His heart kept beating faster.

You rolled your eyes, opening the gate with the controller.

"Welcome to my humble home, James." You spoke, your lips curling into a mischievous smile.

He rolled his eyes again, pretending to be offended.

“Humble? Don’t you mean the Y/S manor? How modest of you to call it humble, but it does kind of remind me of a dollhouse. I wonder if this is where you play princess dress up. You even must have a pink porch!” James teased, winking at you.

"I would even invite you to my room to find out, but I think you'll be busy with the car." You retorted, with a mix of innocence and malice in your smile.

James raised an eyebrow, a smirk spreading across his lips. You were going a little back and forth between being innocent and sassy. He liked it a lot. The fact that you were being playful and giving him a reaction just made him want to test his luck even more.

He stepped closer and widened his body, forcing you to lean slightly against the desk in the garage that was next to you. He stood closer than was necessary, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him.

James cleared his throat. “Oh, really?”

You parted your pink lips, your tongue sliding between them nervously. Your chest was rising and falling as your breathing became harder due to your proximity.

"Why don't you find out?" You teased him, raising your eyes to look at James.

He thought he saw a hint of lust in your eyes, and that gave him the courage to pull closer to you, his eyes becoming even more fiery. James was getting the feeling that he would be able to play with you, and you would just keep reacting the way he wanted you to.

He smirked and spoke in a low voice: “Oh, you’re challenging me, princess?”

"Only if you're willing to play." You retorted, biting your lip as you held your breath in anticipation.

James smirked, noticing you were getting impatient with him.

“Oh princess, I thought all those years as a princess you would have learned to be a little bit more patient." He teased, moving his thumb to the corner of his mouth. “Oh, and you bet I’m gonna play with my delicious little princess." He replied maliciously, winking at you.

James crashed his lips against yours, his hands squeezing your hips and pulling you closer. You closed your eyes when your lips touched. The way James' mouth moved against yours in a soft and possessive way made you gasp.

He parted his lips and deepened the kiss. One hand moved up to your waist while the other one held the back of your neck firmly. James kept you pressed against his body, feeling your warmth against him. His heart was beating even faster than before. His mind and his body were screaming for more—a lot more. His hands now trailed lower on your hips.

James felt his heart skip a beat and his chest rise. His mind was a little dizzy from your touch. He couldn’t think clearly at that moment; he could only feel you. His hands were now on your thighs and sliding up to your hips.

James was kissing your neck, biting it softly. He was getting so lost in the way your body felt under his lips and hands and in the taste of your sweet mouth. He was holding you tightly, biting down on your bottom lip, moving his hand under your sundress, kissing your neck and your ear, and whispering to you dirty words that made your cheeks blush.

James was touching the sensitive spots that were under your dress. He was getting out of his mind completely. His hands were moving quickly and passionately all over your body, touching and teasingly caressing parts that he wasn't supposed to.

But who could blame him? How could James resist the little princess, who had a crush on the mechanic?

#james kelly #james kelly x reader #hayden christensen #hayden christensen x reader #james kelly imagine #american aheist

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fuckmyskywalker · 17 days

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dad!james kelly sneaking into our room to fuck us infront of our mirror (as a stress reliever🤭) to show how pretty we are while being fucked by him as our mom is next door😝 idk what came over me to think of this

- 🎱

18+, smut, dead dove do not eat, fauxcest/stepcest, daddy kink.

hhhhhhh James Kelly is so ghhhh <3

"Just look at yourself, pretty girl," He chuckles in your ear, standing behind you and using your forearms to bring your body closer to his. "So beautiful..."

Whimpering, you bite down on the pair of panties that Dad!James stuffed inside your mouth. You keep reminding yourself that your mother is still in the house, next door— getting ready for work. The faint sound of the shower running manages to muffle the soft slap of skin every time James buries his cock deep inside you, making you arch and writhe.

"Good girl, staying quiet for daddy," James continues, taking advantage of your gagged state. "I'll come back early so I can fuck you again."

Nodding, you let dad know there's nothing else you want more than that. That's when he can be yours, no sharing— just yours. You can be as loud as you want, and James can fuck you as hard as he wants.

The water running down stops, your heart mimicking it. James notices how your shoulders stiffen and he is quick to soothe you, kissing the back of your neck and releasing one of your forearms to grope your chest, rolling your hard nipple between his thumb and index fingers. "Calm down, I locked your door. No one will interrupt your playtime with daddy."

#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya answers!#🎱anon #james kelly #james kelly smut #james kelly x reader #james kelly x reader smut #james kelly x you #james kelly fic #james kelly imagine #james kelly x y/n

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The Bratty Belle

Chapter 3

Summary: You drop your car off at James' shop and spend the day together, bonding more than expected when you receive a distressing phone call that makes your dark past come to light.

Tw: mentions of abuse/molestation/suicide

WC: 4k

Anxiously slamming the door shut, you got into your rusty car and started the sputtering engine. You almost lost control several times on the short drive over to James’ garage but tried your very best to park as sensibly as possible once you spotted him standing outside in his striped work suit, wrench in hand.

“You okay?” He asks tentatively as you exit the vehicle, shortly after hitting the curb.

“Yeah! Yeah, great.” You squeak, brushing some dust off your dress and stumbling over to him in your clacking heels. He looks like he’s about to say something about your driving skills but just about manages to hold it in.

“Come on through, I’ll give you the grand tour.” He opens the door and gestures for you to enter. A shiver courses through your body when his hand brushes past your lower back as you skip into the garage.

“It’s not much but it’s mine.” His voice echoes against the walls of the open space, tall ceilings and greasy oil spills in abundance.

“I like it!” You chirp, eliciting strange looks from some of his colleagues who wondered what the scantily clad floozy was doing in their workshop.

“Uh, guys- this is Bunny. I’m servicing her car.” James explains once he catches sight of their puzzled expressions and they nod at you courteously. “Through here is my office.” He continues the tour and guides you to a small but sleek room complete with a desk and computer. “Leave the car with me overnight and I’ll have it ready for you in a couple days. Do you need some driving lessons while we’re at it?” He chuckles as he leans on his desk, crossing his dirtied arms.

“I can drive perfectly well, thank you very much.” You huff, cheeks flushing at the memory of the cat you almost ran over on the way here.

“James, where’s your other tool kit- you know the one-oh. Hey.” A brunette woman with a button nose and a blue flannel shirt pops her head in. A flannel that looked suspiciously similar to the one James wore the other day.

“Hi.” You quietly reply, insecurity enveloping you. She saunters over to him and rests her elbow on his shoulder, brushing past you lightly in the process. “We have to get the Beetle fixed by Tuesday- the woman called to push the deadline up.”

“Seriously? Who does she think I am, her personal servant?” James recoils and the woman chuckles.

“Relax babe, you’re all knotted up.” She chuckles as she massages his shoulder lazily with one hand.

“Oh, and this is Bunny. Bunny, meet Vanessa. Vanessa, Bunny.” He points between you while tiredly pinching the bridge of his nose. Your lips form into a thin smile as you feel yourself shrinking.

“Aw, she’s adorable. Shy too. What’s she doing here?” She looks you up and down broodingly.

“Ask her yourself.” He pushes himself up off his desk and gives you a subtle wink as he heads out of his office. “Bunny, give me your keys and I’ll park the car into the garage. Meet me out back.”

You nod obediently as your gaze follows him out, eyes eventually meeting Vanessa’s in an uncomfortable silence.

“So. You’re his new neighbour, huh?” Vanessa opens up a pack of gum and takes a seat in James’ chair, not offering you any.

“Yeah. Moved in last week.” You shuffle nervously under her unfaltering gaze, steely and cold.

“And you’re already getting a free servicing job out of him. You work fast.” She smacks her lips and you scrunch up your nose at the strong scent of spearmint emanating from her.

“Oh no, I have every intention of paying him for all his-“

“He told me not to charge a cent for this job. Told me to put all costs on his card.” She interjects monotonously, making a stark difference to the chirpy demeanour she had when he was around.

“Oh. Well, I didn’t know that.” You reply earnestly, feeling a slightly threatening aura lingering in the air.

“Now why would a cold, self-absorbed man like James suddenly want to start doing charity work well into his 30s?” She scans you scrutinizingly and the hair on the back of your neck stands up.

“Are you accusing me of something?” You reply boldly, sensing her opinion of you had already been formed.

“I don’t know, Bunny. That depends on what your intentions are.” She straightens up in her seat and blows a bubble with her gum.

“James is waiting for me.” You head out towards the door, wishing for an end to this painfully tense interaction.

“You sure that’s not all he’s waiting for?” She quipped and it took every last bit of strength to ignore her, continuing your march out the door.

Pacing to the garage where James told you to come, your head spun with confusion; why would he want to pay for you? You knew the parts wouldn’t come cheap and he’d made it clear he wasn’t trying to pursue a relationship with you- so what did he want?

“That was quick. Thought you and Vanessa would’ve been chatting for a while longer.” He comments as he slams your car door shut, having just reparked it. “What’d she say to you?” He asks suspiciously after seeing your perplexed expression.

“Nothing. Just didn’t find the conversation too riveting. Would rather see what my favourite mechanic was up to.” You joked, stepping closer towards him. He raises his bushy brows and cracks an earnest smile, pearly whites contrasting against his sweaty, tan face.

“So what’s the verdict? Is she wrecked beyond repair?” You ask, peering over his shoulder to observe the rusty hunk of metal you called a car.

“Of course not. I’ll have her good as new by the end of the week.” He pats your shoulder as he walks by you. “Let’s go for dinner.”

“Oh?” Before you can even object, he’s unzipping his work suit and walking towards his truck.

“Get in.” He opens the passenger side door and you find yourself jumping in without a second thought.

“Burger and milkshake sound good?” He starts the engine with a roar and you nod in response. “Get this on.” He reaches around you and clips your seatbelt into place.

“Thank you.” You’re filled with confusion over his strangely paternal behaviour as Vanessa’s words echo in your head.

Glancing over to your left, you ogle the way he keeps a firm hand on the steering wheel, tapping the leather with his fingertips. His side profile is so entrancing, chiselled jawline and Adam’s apple framing his strong features perfectly.

“What are you staring at, you little creep?” He grins and you snap your head back to face the front.

“You have something on your face. Bit of smudged oil.” You point at his cheek unconvincingly, hoping he doesn’t check in the rearview mirror.

James pulls into a parking lot outside a quaint little diner and parks the car carefully before jumping out to open the door for you. You got the sense that he wasn’t usually such a cautious driver.

“A girl could get used to this.” You giggle as you take his hand and hop out of the car, walking with him to the entrance.

“It’s concerning that you find basic chivalry impressive.” He mutters, guiding you to a chequered cloth clad booth in the corner of the establishment before taking a seat with a heavy huff.

“You tired?” You ask, sitting prettily opposite him.

“Long day. Like every day.” He looks away, grabbing the menu a little too fervently. “What do you want?”

“Oh, umm...” You peer over and scan the menu but the endless options have your head spinning- you’d always been infuriatingly indecisive.

James patiently waits for a couple of minutes as you flick through the extensive pages before summoning a waitress over with a raised hand.

“I’ll have a hamburger and coffee- leave the jug- and a double cheeseburger and strawberry milkshake for the lady. Don’t forget the fries.” He fires out and hands the sluggish waitress the menu back.

“How’d you know that was what I wanted?” You squeak out, watching the waitress ring the order up in the kitchen.

“Lucky guess.” He winks. “Too hungry to wait for you to analyse the whole menu. Hope you don’t mind.”

“No, but a double along with a milkshake might be a little much?” You giggle, remembering how you’d eaten already before you came by.

“Well, I have to keep you full. I can’t imagine how grumpy you get when you’re hungry.” He shakes his head at the thought.

“Here’s that milkshake for the lady and a big ole jug of coffee for you, handsome.” The waitress saunters by and pours his drink into a mug, bending over to accentuate her cleavage.

“Thanks.” He looks her up and down for the briefest moment before ducking his head, weaving it away from her to meet your eyes again. “How’s the shake, kiddo?” He smiles as you take a sip from the stripy red straw.

“Delicious. But I make it better.” You flirt, noticing the sulking waitress frowning as she trudged away.

“I’ll have to taste it sometime.” The expression on his face is calm and sincere with a hint of something in his eyes that you can’t quite explain.

“James?” You intoned, dragging out his name.

“Yes, Bunny?” He played along.

“That day before you came over for the first time, were you arguing with someone on the phone?” You queried innocently, knowing already that he was.

“You could say that.” He sighed and waved his hand dismissively as the food arrived, delivered by a waiter this time.

“Who with? It looked quite heated.” You coaxed, keen to know more.

“You talk a lot. Eat your food.” He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat before taking a big bite out of his burger.

Not wanting to push his buttons any further, you abandon your curiosity for the time being and tuck into your meal.

You and James exchange several glances as you eat in a comfortable silence, that familiar bubbling feeling rising in your chest every time you made eye contact. Once you’d finished, James swiftly paid the bill- leaving no time at all for you to voice your protests and effectively silencing you by getting up and heading out the door.

“Thanks for the lift home.” You murmured once you’d gotten back into the car and he looked at you with an expression that neared disgust.

“What was I supposed to do, leave you to walk home after I’d taken you out? Honestly, what kind of fucking idiots have you been hanging around?” He scoffs, shaking his head and you shrink down into your seat.

He wasn’t wrong, you’d never been around the gentlemanly type before and spending time with James was making you shamefully aware of that.

“Would you like to come in?” You ask sweetly, swaying on your tiptoes once he’d walked you to the front door. “I have some more of those girl scout cookies you liked.”

“Maybe just for one.” He chuckled at the mention of the sweet treat before strolling into your apartment.

“Here you go.” You retrieved the pastries from the kitchen and handed them to James, who was standing patiently in the arch under your doorway with an endearing smile painted on his face. “I added some other things I thought you might like.”

He inspected the transparent bag laden with cookies, cinnamon swirls and chocolate croissants- lovingly wrapped with a satin pink bow.

“It looks so pretty, I don’t even want to open it.” He stares at it in disbelief. “Thank you. This is so nice. No one’s ever….you really made all this?”

You nodded and his earnest gratitude warmed your heart.

“I should be the one thanking you.” You brush your hand against the side of his arm. “I’ve never been shown so much kindness.”

“Jeez, kid, it was only dinner.” He chuckles.

“And it’s only some cookies.” You assert and he stares at you with a look of understanding unlike one you’d ever seen before. “I know about the car too. Vanessa told me.”

He curses under his breath and looks away, almost looking embarrassed.

“And you don’t even want to sleep with me. I’m confused, James. Why are you being so good to me?” You stare into his eyes searching for an explanation.

“Bunny, how can you even say that?” He grabs your face affectionately with furrowed brows before awkwardly retreating his hand a moment later. “You…I don’t even know what to say to that. As if that’s the only interest a man could have in you.”

“Well, isn’t it?” You ask dejectedly.

“Of course not!” His hands settle for holding your wrists, needing to touch you in some way but not wanting to overstep.

“So what reason do you have?”

He looks so conflicted that it takes him a little while to form his next sentence.

“You seem like a good kid. If I can help you out, I’m happy to.” He replies with a heavy sigh- as if he’s releasing thoughts that shouldn’t be there.

“And your girlfriend doesn’t mind?” You ask curiously.

“It doesn’t matter what she thinks. My business is my own.” You look down and notice how firm his hold over your wrists still is. “And I wouldn’t go as far as to call her my girlfriend. We’ve only been out on a couple dates.”

Try as you may, you couldn’t stop the wide grin that spread across your beaming face. You expected him to scold you in his usual cocky manner- to make some kind of comment about how that didn’t mean he was interested but he simply smiled back.

A shrill ringing filled the room and you recognised it as the sound of your phone.

“One second.” You giggled at James and he nodded, stepping aside to answer your call. Looking down at the bright screen, you saw it was your step-sister calling.

“Daisy?” You picked up hesitantly- you weren’t exactly on speaking terms.

“Dad’s in the hospital. It’s not looking good.” Her grave voice exhaled and a shiver ran down your spine. You hated when she referred to him as your father.

“W-what’s wrong with him?” You ask with morbid curiosity.

“He was in an accident. Hit head-on by a drunk driver on his way to work this morning. You need to get here!” She choked back tears.

“I don’t know, Dais…” Your mind flooded with childhood memories of your stepdad. Not a single one was pleasant. He might’ve been Daisy’s dad but he sure as hell wasn’t yours.

“What do you mean you don’t know?! There’s no question, you need to come here and see him now!” She shrieked, desperation laced in her voice.

“I told you I’d never set eyes on that man again. This doesn’t change that.” You tried your best to sound stern despite the pain that was building.

“I can’t believe you’re being so selfish. Distancing yourself from your family just to prove a point when we already know you lied.” The venom in her voice strikes you to your core.

“I have done nothing but tell the truth. You all chose to take his side.” The tears started spilling. “My only real family was my mother. And he is the reason she’s no longer here.”

“She’s got no one to blame but herself. She took the easy way out. I guess you’re a coward just like her.”

“I hope he dies. Slowly and painfully.” You spit down the line before hanging up and throwing your phone across the room, a sobbing fit racking through your body.

“Hey, hey, what’s the matter?” James rushes over, wrapping his arms protectively around your shoulders. You’d forgotten he was even here but you were glad to be shrouded in his warm embrace.

“My stepdad…he’s dying- and I’m happy about it? And I think I might’ve messed things up forever with the only family I have left. I’m a terrible person.” You choked out the words between snivels.

“I don’t know about the rest but I know for sure you’re not a bad person. Calm down sweetheart, everything’s okay. I’m here.” You weep into his chest, staining his shirt with thick tears. “Why do you hate your stepdad?”

“Wh-when I was a kid, he’d - well he’d-“

“Take your time, angel.” He pulled you in closer when you struggled to get the words out.

“When my mom first married him, he’d sneak into my room at night and do things to me. I was too scared to say anything. He said it’d be our little secret.” You shudder, feeling more vulnerable in this moment than you had in years.

“Bunny…” James looked distraught, his face contorted and twisted into a look of disbelief, sorrow and disgust. “And you feel bad for wishing he’d die? If the bastard survives, I’ll go to that hospital and finish him off myself.”

You stop the stream of tears for just long enough to gaze up at him pitifully- in a state of utter confusion that someone could feel so much empathy for you.

“And I take it your stepsister doesn’t believe you?” He continues, rubbing your back in an attempt to instil you with calm.

“No.” You sniffle. “She thinks I’m making it all up.”

“Did your mother know?” He asks cautiously, careful not to upset you any further.

“No, no I hid it all. It was only a couple years ago that I worked up the courage to let it all out. Thought it would help but it turned out to be the biggest mistake of my life. It filled her with such regret and shame that she didn’t even get to finalise the divorce before she… she couldn’t live with herself knowing she’d let that happen to me. So she, she-“

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” He pulled you down on the couch, sweetly kissing your forehead and smoothing your hair as you cried your heart out.

“Daisy’s right- I am selfish. If I’d never said anything, she would’ve still-“

“Don’t.” He interrupted you. “Don’t you dare blame yourself.”

You were used to being rattled beyond repair whenever you came into contact with your stepfamily- but you weren’t used to having someone alongside you to pick up the pieces. Something so unfamiliar had never felt so good.

“Will you stay with me?” You asked with such tooth-rotting sweetness you were sure he couldn’t refuse. His eyes darted back and forth and he licked his lips in thought.

“Like, for the night?”

“Yes. Just one night. Please.” Your reddened, glassy eyes looked up at him sanguinely.

“Of course.” He whispered, rubbing the side of your cheek with his thumb. “Anything you need.”

Your faces were barely 2 inches apart but your gaze was stolen by his soft lips, plump with temptation. He said anything you need, right? Leaning in a little more until the tips of your noses were touching, you planted a gentle kiss on his parted lips. They rested against each other for a moment before James kissed you back, snaking his hand into your hair as he brushed his lips against your own passionately.

“Wait.” He pulled away with a wet smack. “You’re vulnerable right now. This is wrong.”

“Then why does it feel so right?” You attempted to close the gap between you but he backed away again, imposing an ever bigger distance.

“Bunny.” He warned, not budging.

“Okay. I’m sorry.” You looked down in shame.

“Nothing to be sorry for.” He looked out the window and you both suddenly became aware of how rapidly night had fallen. “Let’s get you ready for bed, hm?”

“But what about-“

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” He quickly resolves the matter and stands up before heading to your bathroom. “Come on, let’s get that makeup off.” He beckons you and you slug over to him.

“But I look awful.” You sulk, hesitant to reveal your natural face to him despite crying most of your mascara off.

“That’s not possible.” He mumbles in a low voice, handing you some pre soaked cotton pads.

You swipe the black streaks away and wash your face as he leans against the ledge of the bathtub.

“All done. Are you gonna run away screaming now?” You playfully cover your face with your hands but he stands up and tucks your wrists down.

“You’re perfect.” He stares right through you, not letting you wriggle out of his grasp until his words sink in.

“Thanks.” You mutter uncomfortably, not sure what to make of the feelings he was bringing out in you.

You amble over to your room and change into your pyjamas; James being the gentleman he was closed the door behind you and waited patiently.

“You can come in.” You call out and he enters after a few moments to find you in your comfiest set of fluffy pyjamas. “Usually I wear something a little more cute but today, I just-“

“Stop explaining yourself.” He interrupted you again. He loved doing that. “You’ve never looked cuter. I like my girls a little fuzzy.” You giggle and playfully slap his hand away as he pinches your side.

“Thought you said you don’t see me in that kinda way.” You questioned teasingly.

“And it’s time for bed, little lady.” He chuckles and you throw a pillow his way. “Under the covers, c’mon.”

You shuffle into bed as he tucks you in, folding the frilly duvet in around you until you were safely cocooned.

“Alright, all tucked in. You gonna be okay?” He raises his eyebrows with the cutest concern and you nod drearily. “I’m right next door if you need something. Good night, sweetheart.” He places a gentle kiss on your forehead before turning the lights off and walking out.

After several hours spent tossing and turning, you resign yourself to a night of no sleep. The cogs in your mind whir with dizzying speed and the memories that resurface make you nauseous. You shook your head every time the image of your stepdad, twisted grin beaming down at you took shape but it wasn’t enough to clear your dirtied mind.

Sitting up with a huff, you turned your bedside lamp on and wondered if James was asleep yet. Creeping out the door, you heard his light snoring from down the hall as you tiptoed to the living room.

He looked so peaceful snuggled around the thin bedspread you kept on your couch but it dawned on you that in your distress, you’d forgotten to give the man a proper blanket. Quickly backtracking to retrieve a quilt, you grabbed your favourite pink one before going back to precariously swathe him in it, trying not to rouse.

“Mm, Bunny?” He whispered sluggishly, still half asleep.

“Just giving you a blanket. Go back to sleep.” You hushed before turning around to walk away but you felt a strong grip wrap around your wrist.

“Are you okay?” He opens his dreamy blue eyes and sits up a little.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just can’t sleep.” You admit, already feeling bad that you’d woken him up.

He shuffles back a little before grabbing the corner of the blanket and lifting it up.

“Come on. I know you want to.” He smirks and you bite your lip shyly.

Moments later, you’ve crawled in beside him and you’re enveloped in his arms- the musky scent of his faded cologne lingering under your nose as you press your face deeper into his chest. He held a protective arm around your shoulder as yours lay slouched around his waist, the heavy weight of the duvet pressing down comfortingly on you both.

James fell into the arms of Morpheus soon after and the gentle hum of his breathing resonated through the night, helping you fall into the most peaceful slumber you’d had since you were a child.

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nwndrlndn · 10 months

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Super Bounce

pairing : james kelly x fem!reader | wc : 1.5k | 18+MINORS DNI

summary : James fixes your car while your eyes are fixed on his tattoos

warnings : car sex, arm and tattoo kink, semi-public ( youre in your garage )

a/n : omg, a fic thats not 3k+ words of plot? and is like over 50% actual smut? must be growth. name comes from super bounce by duckwrth

From where you’re sitting in your garage, spinning side to side on your stool, you have a perfect view of James as he works on your engine. As he works, his muscles flex and relax under his flannel, every twist of his hands giving you a different look at the tattoos on his forearms. You take a sip of the once-cold-but-now-warm lemonade in your hand as you watch his fingers twirl tools and work on various tasks around your engine.

James wiped his forehead on his sleeve, his shirt clinging to his back from the heat from working under the hood. He looked up and smiled at you, giving a thumbs up. "This'll be all taken care of for you in about 10 minutes. Won't be long now!" He laughed, the sound warm and friendly.

“Take your time.” You respond, smiling back at him.

"Oh I will. Not going to risk messing up on your car, you know?" James reached into his toolbox again, grabbing another tool he needed. He seemed so familiar with how everything was laid out, like he had done this hundreds of times before. The roots of his tree tattoo were covered in oil like the rest of his hands, but you bite your lip as you watch. You reach over to sip from your lemonade absently again, only to be greeted with the sound of your straw sucking up air, so you set aside the drink and stand up.

“Do you need help with anything?” You murmur, sliding in next to him and leaning forward to see what he's doing. James turns to look because he knows how just good you look from behind. As you hold onto the edge of the hood, his eyes tracing the way your back arches and watches your hips sway as you rock side-to-side slightly, looking at his work impatiently.

“Yeah, you want to hand me that wrench on the shelf? Could you get that for me?” He asks, and you agree. You walk to the shelf and look at the tools, brows furrowing as you look through the tools. After you spend a few moments looking, James tries to stifle his laughs, though he clearly failed, grinning at you as you looked through the tools. “Ayyy, come on. How could you not know what a wrench is? Do I need to teach you how to be a proper adult now?”

Heat rushes to your face and you turn back to look at him. “I don't know much about cars or being a mechanic, if I did, I’d be fixing it myself.” He laughs at your response before he grabs your forearm, helping you with the task.

“You're being a smartass right now. And you're enjoying it too.”

“I genuinely didn’t know.” You say back, rolling your eyes but smirking at the fact that his hand is holding onto you.

He grins once again, before he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms on your waist. He leans closer to you, whispering into your ear. “I think I should teach you a lesson on how to act properly, now, shouldn't I?”

You hold eye contact with him, your smirk turning into a sly grin and decide to try and playfully move away from him. As you start to back away he pulls you closer once more, this time placing his hands on your waist instead.

“You know that you shouldn't tease a man, right?” It was hard to tell what was in his mind, though he seems to want more than just a friendly conversation with you.

“Are you saying you don't like it?” You whisper seductively as you reach up, resting your arms on his shoulders. Once you reach his shoulders, he slides his arms up your waist and arms to make sure you’ve got a good grip before his hands slide down to your hips.

James leans forward, putting his lips to your own. “I like it a lot, but I think things could be better still.” He kisses you again, this time pressing you against the closed trunk of your car for support. “Your lips are soft... Just like the rest of you.” As the kiss deepens, his hands wander, exploring your body before he lifts you by the back of your thighs to sit you down on your trunk, moving between your legs as he takes you in for another heated kiss.

He pulls way from a minute, pulling off his flannel and wiping the oil and grease off his hands with it. As you looked at him, you saw his cross chain and gray tank top, reveling in the way his muscles move under his skin as he impatiently wipes down his hands he was panting slightly, still leaning closer to you as if he wanted more from you. Once his hands are clean, he throws his shirt against the wall and pulling you in for another kiss. The two of you continue kissing, James not giving a single fuck to what else were going on around you both.

James continues kissing you for a while, hastily sliding off the layers of clothes keeping him from you, ignoring the fact that someone may find you two at this very moment. Once he gets you out of your shirt and jeans he pulls back from you to lift his shirt over his head, tossing it away aside before unbuckling his belt, chuckling as you stare at him. “Ah, so you want to see this shirt go, huh?”

“I wanna see more than the shirt go.” You smirk and tug at his belt loops, bringing him closer. He grins, pulling his shirt up and off and shimmying out of his jeans, you can see the outline of his cock through his boxers. James’ hands coming up to tuck your hair behind your ears and stroke your face, and kissing your eyelids and the corners of your lips before his hands move to undo your bra. His hands cup and massage at your tits as he kisses across your shoulders, drawing out soft gasps and moans.

“You don’t know how long I wanted this.” He murmurs, kissing you again as he ghosts his hands down your slides, slowly making their way to where you needed him most and he pulls you closer, softly biting at your bottom lip. You try to shut your legs and get some friction, but can’t because of where he’s standing. His hands finally reaching your core and slides in two of his fingers, his thumb finding your clit and you moan. Your eyes are focused on his arms, watching as two of his tattooed fingers slide in and out of your soaked hole. “I guess you were wanting this more.”

“You want it just as much as I do.” You murmur, your hand absently stroking at his tree tattoo, enchanted by the way the roots reach his fingers and now into you, curling perfectly to make your back arch and your toes curl. James watches on with a smile before he uses his free hand to push you back to rest on the trunk, gently pressing his fingertips to your sternum and making you whine. The change in angle made it difficult to watch his hands and he smirks up at you.

“You’ve been so good and you’re gonna act up now? Don’t make me punish you.” He says confidently, his fingers moving faster and you feel pressure building before he pulls his fingers out and bring them to your lips. Ignoring your whines of disapproval, he taps his fingers against your lips, silently urging you to open your lips. “C’mon, open up before I give you something to really whine about.”

You open your lips and suck his fingers clean, savoring your taste on his fingers. James withdraws his fingers from your mouth and focusing on sliding off his boxers and aligning himself with you. He rests one hand on the trunk while the other guides him as he eases his cock into you until he’s fully inside, one of his hands coming up to rub at your waist. “Feeling good, darling?” James’s eyes are all over you, looking for any signs of discomfort.

You reach over and grab his arm, rubbing his tattoo gently and he smiles up at you, his eyes crinkling. “I can handle it.” At your words, he sets a steady rooming, his hips hitting yours and the rear of your car every time he thrusts in, rebuilding the pressure from earlier. The car rocks slightly as he continues to thrust into you, drawing out moans ans groans from both of you. His hand finding your clit as he gives open-mouth kisses all over your chest and stomach.

As you get closer to your orgasm, James gently lifts you up, crading your face in his hands as he kisses you again and again. Once you finally come, he continues to thrust into you, his hands roaming your body until he finally comes, breathing heavily as he pulls back from your kiss. As you both come down, he pulls out and lifts you off the trunk, setting you down as he helps you get dressed again, and you both laugh a bit at the situation.

“Do I still have to pay if you came on to me?” You tease, smiling up at him and he chuckles, kissing your forehead.

“Nope, I’d say it was a fair exchange.”

“So I should go get my check book?”

“Yep.”

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motelofmermaids · 6 days

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clay beresford loves to bend you over his desk.

“clay… oh!” a large hand snakes up to your face, clamping it over your whiny mouth. you muffle needy, pathetic moans against his hand, eyes rolling back. “shhh,” his lips ghost against your ear, your body responding in a shudder. “c’mon, baby. you don’t want people hearing, no?” his cock teases your entrance once more, his tip running through your glistening folds.

your pencil skirt rests above the curve of your ass, and clay bites down on his lip at the sight. “wouldn’t want anyone else to see you like this, baby. my heart might give out.” and your eyebrows knit together, a moan slipping past your smothered lips as he slides back in. his other hand grips your hip tightly, pulling you closer to his cock, giving you no choice to move as he indulges in your sweet, tight heat. “fuck…” low and deep, he whispers, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.

“does this excite you, my love? my considerate secretary… always such a dirty girl for me.” he punctuates his words with his deep thrusts, driving you nearly delirious as you take it. your weak attempts at moaning were no use, and clay couldn’t help the smile that adorned his lips as he watched you claw at his desk—the rustle of documents scattering from their original, neatly stacked piles. “leaving me a mess?” he leans down closer, his breath fanning across the back of your neck. you whimper, clenching around his twitching cock. “i’m treating you well, baby… and you’re leaving me a mess to clean up?” he taunts with a grin, his hips moving painfully slow.

he moves his hand, instead letting his fingers play at your lips before slipping two digits in. you suck softly, drool dripping down his long fingers as you force yourself into silence. “good girl, baby—fuck, you’re always so, so good… taking it well.”

he knows exactly how to push you, leaving you a disheveled mess, bent over his desk. it’s a ritual, one that always leaves your soaked underwear filled with his come—needing to run to the bathroom before it drips down your thighs. and clay… he’s addicted to it. addicted to the intense pounding of his heart, the high that comes with treating you so, so well.

#kel’s concepts ♡︎#clay beresford #clay beresford x reader #clay beresford x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #james kelly x reader #james kelly x you #my little gift to y’all #a quick drabble instead of worrying about finals!!

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st4rfckerz · 6 months

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masterlist

✮ - smut ✶ - angst ✿ - fluff

full works!

anakin skywalker

⊹₊𖤐⋆ house sitter ✮

the skywalker's call you to watch over their home while they go on a date, but anakin comes home unexpectedly.

⊹₊𖤐⋆ desperate ✮

anakin missed you a little extra today.

⊹₊𖤐⋆ alley ✮

after acting out for attention, anakin gives you the attention he thinks you deserve.

⊹₊𖤐⋆2:37 am ✮

during a sleepless night, your stepbrother, anakin comes to your aid.

⊹₊𖤐⋆ home alone ✮

a week has passed since anakin snuck into your room and it hasn't left your mind since.

⊹₊𖤐⋆ early present ✿✮

anakin comes home after work with a little surprise.

⊹₊𖤐⋆ church mouse ✮

after confessing your sins to the priest, he encourages you to talk to him privately

⊹₊𖤐⋆ farmboy ✮

anakin is your family's farmhand and after inviting him to dinner, you can't keep your hands to yourself

james kelly

⊹₊𖤐⋆ car troubles ✮

your neighbor james kelly fixes your car for you while you're home alone.

sam monroe

⊹₊𖤐⋆ give into us ✮✶

you receive a call from an anonymous caller.

blurbs!

jealous!anakin ✮

dilf!anakin ✮

modern!anakin with a bloody nose ✮

gf!sam ✮

coming home to anakin after a stressful day ✮

carguy!anakin ✮

the jedi code is a cock block ✮

anakin making you sit on a vibrator ✮

"you don't hate me" ✮

dad!anakin ✮

nerdy!anakin always keeps his glasses on ✮

"want me to make you a mommy?" ✮

using anakin ✮

hayden thinks he's too old for you ✮

sam gets handsy in the elevator ✮

sam likes the thought of you with another woman ✮

#masterlist #st4rfckerz #hayden christensen #hayden christensen x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #ghostface #anakin #bruce wayne #james kelly x reader #james kelly #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe #star wars

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bloatedandalone04 · 4 months

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Bring in the New Year - Part 2

➪the one where you and hayden enter a new year together.

Warnings: swearing, smut, fluff, unprotected sex, public sex, hair pulling, marking, alcohol consumption, soft dom hayden

Word Count: 2.6k | Part 1

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡ | HAPPY NEW YEAR !

The loud music was almost deafening, and Hayden started looking for the nearest exit so he could escape the noise.

He pushed his way through the crowd of people, receiving a few light slaps to his back as he neared the sliding glass door. While this wasn’t his first New Years party, not by a long shot, he still felt a bit anxious about how many people were around him.

A family friend of his had thrown the party at his new apartment that was on the twenty fourth floor of the building, and of course Hayden was invited to it. He wasn’t much of a party fan, but didn’t mind that this was his second one this month, the first one being the Christmas Eve party.

Once he was out on the balcony and set his drink aside, he braced his hands on the railing and took a few deep breaths. It was the end of one of the best years of his life; he moved into a house instead of looking at another apartment, he got engaged and he got a dog.

He accomplished so much, and he was beyond excited to see what the new year brings.

The balcony was abandoned except for him, and the dark sky looked beautiful in contrast to the tall, lit-up buildings that surrounded this one. The small light above the sliding door was dimmed, basking the surrounding area in darkness, and he was sure that no one inside was paying attention to him.

Well, maybe one person was.

The door opening and closing and the sound of heels walking towards him was all Hayden could hear, so he wasn’t caught off guard by the pair of arms that abruptly wrapped around his waist from behind. He didn’t need to hear your voice to know it was you as your vanilla perfume was more than enough for him to be able to relax in your embrace.

You run your nose along the back of his neck before kissing behind his ear, your heels allowing you to actually reach him since he was a lot taller than you when you weren’t wearing them. “Baby,” you hummed, running your hands up and down his front.

Hayden leaned back against you, pressing his back to your chest as he turned his head to look at you. “Hi, sweet girl,” he greeted you, placing his hands over yours that were resting on his abdomen. “Are you having fun?”

You hum again, kissing his cheek now that he gave you easier access to it. “I’m having fun trying out all the drinks in your friend’s alcohol cabinet,” you answer as you press your body closer to his. “I just missed my fiancé, missed my man.”

He could hear the seductiveness in your voice and knew all the drinking and dancing you’ve been doing since the two of you arrived had put you in the mood. Still, he was raised to be a gentleman. “Your man, huh?” He laughed, turning his head a bit more so he could look at your eyes. “Are you drunk, pretty girl?”

You give him a sheepish smile as you shake your head, running the tip of your nose along his jaw afterwards. “No,” you answer, raking your hands up his arms and gripping his biceps. “I’ve only had a few sips here and there.”

Hayden’s lips break out into a grin as he turns around completely and brings his hands up to either side of your face. His thumbs trace the curve of your jaw as he leans in and connects your lips in a searing kiss.

You return the kiss with a sense of need, gripping the side of his neck with one hand while the other tangles in his hair. You run your tongue along his bottom lip before pulling away and walking backwards, tugging him along with you as you pick up his discarded drink.

Bringing the rim of the glass to your lips, you sip on the drink while keeping eye contact with him. You swallow and lick the access booze from your red lips as you hand him the drink, and you watch with dark eyes as he finishes it off and sets it down again. He had a much higher tolerance to alcohol than you did, so he was nowhere near being drunk, despite him having more to drink than you did.

You press your lips together as you pull your hand from his and tug his shirt free from where he had tucked it into his jeans. Hayden laughs under his breath as he stares down at you, both your and his hair blowing in the cool wind. “C’mon, baby,” he coaxed, taking your chin in between his thumb and index finger. “Let’s go back to the party. We can say goodbye and then I’ll take you home.”

His own words sounded good to him, but you just shake your head and pull him with you to the dark corner of the balcony that was a few feet from the glass sliding door. If Hayden moved a step or two to his left, he would be able to clearly see into the apartment, but you didn’t seem to care at all. “I want you, Hayden,” you mumbled, your fingers beginning to unbutton his white dress shirt. “Here, now. Right now.”

Your lips peppered kisses along the base of his throat, then you trailed your mouth down to his chest. “You’re something else,” he comments as he braces his forearm against the wall above your head. He takes your left hand in his right one and observes a certain finger that had recently accepted a ring. “Ever since I put a ring on you, you’ve been so needy for me.”

You whine as you press a kiss to his lips, slipping your arms around his body and running your hands down his bare back. “Can you blame me?” You asked, lifting one leg and wrapping it around his waist. “You want to spend the rest of your life with me, how can I not want you all the time after you asked me to marry you?”

Hayden laughed, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt but leaving it on. “I told you a long time ago that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you,” he pointed out, bunching up the fabric of your silver dress. “A ring really made it clear to you?”

You grin up at him. “Yes,” you answer, wrapping your arms around his neck as he presses his front to yours. “You want me to be your wife. I’m gonna be your wife.”

He laughs again, kissing along your exposed shoulder. “It’s all hitting you now, huh? Are you sure you’re not drunk?” He teased and you shook your head again.

“I just love you so fucking much,” you reply, clinging onto him by his shirt and hair. “And I want you so bad.”

Hayden effortlessly picks you up, making you squeal a bit as you hold onto him. “Right now?” He asked, knowing damn well what your answer is. You glance over to your left and feel your heartbeat quicken at the height you are currently at, and the fact that your feet were no longer touching the ground had your grip on him tightening. “Right here?”

Though you were a tad scared to have no real grip on anything other than him right now, and the fact that your life is literally in his hands as you were a mere few inches from the railing, the thrill of it all only added to your lust. You nod and bite your lip, your mouth quickly being covered by his afterwards. “Right here,” you confirm against his lips. “Please, Hayden, fuck me right where anyone can see.”

Hayden cursed under his breath, gripping the backs of your thighs and pressing his hard-on against your core. “You’re filthy, you know that?” He muttered as he pulled your dress up above your hips. “You want me to fuck you when any one of our friends could walk out and see us?”

Really, the people inside should be the last of his concerns as anyone in the surrounding buildings would easily be able to see you if they were to simply glance out their windows, but he really didn’t care much.

“And don’t stop even if they do,” you challenge him, earning a throaty groan from him. “Please, baby, I need you so bad.”

He knew that. He could feel the damp spot on your panties as he pushed them aside and gently sunk two of his fingers knuckle-deep into your welcoming heat. “I’ll fuck you,” he stated, not surprised that you had completely turned him on without even really trying. He came out here to get some air and to be away from the craziness, and now here he is; a mere few seconds away from fucking you against the wall of his friend’s new balcony.

“Please,” you whimpered, tangling your hands in his hair that was quickly becoming messier by the minute.

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised, bracing your body against his thigh as he unzipped his jeans. Once he freed himself, he pressed you right up against the wall and wrapped your legs securely around his waist before teasing your clit with his tip. “I always do, don’t I?”

You nod desperately, bucking up against him at the barely-there friction he was creating. “You do, Hayden,” you fed into his ego without a care in the world. “Always fuck me so good.”

He grinned at you, his usually sweet and sometimes shy girl who had turned into a needy and desperate mess for him. You wanted him so bad, and he was more than happy to give himself to you whenever you ambushed him like this.

If you needed him in the middle of a party on a twenty fourth floor balcony, then so be it.

“Hold onto me, baby,” he ordered and you obliged immediately, locking your ankles together and grabbing a firm hold on his shoulders. You moan as soon as he enters you, your walls taking every inch of him until he bottoms out.

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath, looking down at where you two connected. As he began to slowly fuck into you, proving that he also didn’t really care much for being quick so you weren’t caught, you bite down harshly on your kiss swollen lip. “Oh, fuck.”

Hayden leaned in and sucked a mark onto the skin of your collarbone, your strapless dress giving him perfect access to every inch of your shoulders. “You’re so tight,” he grunted, wondering how you managed to stay as tight as you were the first time he took you like this. No matter how many times he fucks you, your walls stay impossibly tight and have to stretch around him every single time. “So good for me.”

“Hayden,” you moan a bit louder, clinging onto him tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he instantly says back, holding your hips in a firm grip as he practically fucks you into the wall. “Love you so much. You’re so good, letting me fuck you like this when we could get caught at any second.”

It was true. The door wasn’t locked, and there were hundreds of people in that apartment. He could hear them every time they passed by the balcony, and you both knew that any one of them could easily walk out and catch you in the sinful act you are currently taking part in.

“We’re gonna miss the countdown because you couldn’t wait until we got home to jump on me,” he teased and your face burned in a deep blush. He says that, but really is just as bad as you are. He had gotten hard as soon as your mouth touched his, and he knew he would’ve been walking around the party with you pressed to his front so he could hide his erection if he didn’t take care of it now.

Though you were quickly beginning to lose yourself in his quick and hard thrusts, you were still coherent enough to say, “You want me, too, don’t even try that right now,”

Hayden laughs, kissing the mark he left on your shoulder before meeting your lust-filled gaze. “Of course I want you,” he rasped. “I want you all the time, baby.”

You moaned loudly and though he knew it wasn’t likely that you could be heard over the loud music, Hayden still looked over and glanced inside the apartment.

The guests were still chatting amongst themselves and seemed to not notice the absence of the two of you, making Hayden smirk as he quickened his pace. While no one was aware of what you were doing, he still had to be a bit quick about it as it was nearing twelve in the morning, and as soon as the new year began, he knew people would start looking for him and you.

With your back pressed up against the wall and your front pressed up against his chest, you were powerless as you squirmed in his arms. Your hand grips the back of his head and you connect your lips in a deep kiss. “I’m close,” you warn as you clench helplessly around him.

“Already?” He mocked and you blushed even more. “You really did need me, huh?”

“Hayden,” you whine, trying to buck your hips and meet his thrusts, but you were only able to move a couple of inches. “Don’t tease me.”

“‘M not teasing you, sweet girl,” he promised, kissing you softly for further effect. “I’m giving you what you need, aren’t I?”

You nod quickly, gripping him tighter just as you hear the guests begin to countdown from ten. “Hayden,” you moan, raking your hands through his hair as your high quickly approaches. “Come with me, baby.”

Hayden groans quietly, your relentless pulling on his hair making his own high creep closer. “Is that what you want?” He asked, sliding his hands higher so they’re gripping your ass. “You want to come together?”

You nod again, clenching tightly around him as the guests chant out a ‘five, four, three,’.

“Come on then, baby,” he crooned, his tip brushing against your sweet spot with every thrust. “Come with me, come for me.”

You moan loudly as you do just that, clamping down around him as you come hard and fast. Your warmth floods around him, coaxing Hayden’s release as well. He lets out a string of deep groans as he continues to fuck you through your highs, the loud cheering from inside as the new year began being tuned out almost completely.

You practically fall limp in his arms as he gently sets you down, his grip on you never faltering as he holds you steady on your shaky legs. Both your and his hair were a mess, and your lips were wet and puffy, but you both wore dumb grins on your faces at what you just did.

Hayden pulls your dress back down as you button his shirt up with nearly numb fingers, and you couldn’t help but joke at the event that had just taken place. “Now we can say we started our year with a bang,” you say and Hayden rolls his eyes as he smooths out his hair and wipes away the lipstick that had smudged on your chin. “Happy New Year.”

He smiles at that, leaning down to kiss you. “Happy New Year, sweet girl,” he said back, taking your hand in his once you were both looking presentable again.

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kiss it better

pairing: dbf!james kelly x fem reader

description: james kelly is one of your dads oldest friends who has a thing for you…especially in that short skirt of yours.

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!james, sub!reader, established age gap (james is 40, reader is 21), skirt fucking, james has a thing for your ass, pussy slapping, slight objectification, praise, degradation, corruption kink, unprotected p in v sex, fluff, etc.

word count: 2.5k

James knew what you were doing.

Currently, your dad was out buying some propane fuel for the barbecue grill outside because he had forgotten to get some beforehand. However, he had left you alone with his best friend James.

You had developed quite a crush on the older man a few years back and you’ve wanted him ever since. You didn’t know what it was about him that you found yourself attracted to the most. Maybe it was his faint stubble on his face, his piercing blue eyes, or his tattoos. Perhaps it was all three. You thought you were being subtle all this time about your little crush on James. I mean for christ sakes, you had even picked out the skimpiest crop top and tight skirt you owned when your dad told you he would be joining the two of you for the mini backyard barbecue.

It hadn’t gone unnoticed to James at all. He always saw how you would bat your doe eyes at him all innocently, the way you swayed your hips while walking past him, and how you tempted him. At first he thought he was looking into it too much, but then he saw it happen again…and again…and again. His need for you grew every passing day when you teased him and you were just adding more fire to his need for you.

That’s what was currently happening.

Your dad had texted you saying he would be back soon and told you to get the pack of beer out from the cooler in the kitchen.

“Can you come with me, Jamie?”

That was new. You had never called him Jamie.

“Sure, honey,” he says, trying to be nonchalant when all he wanted to do was smirk in your face. Plus, he wants to see the selection for himself. Classic James.

As you get up from the couch in the living room, he trails behind you, not missing a step before the two of you find the freezer where the blue cooler labeled ‘beer’ was located. Before you know it, you’re walking back to him and like always, you make sure to sway your hips for him. He was addicted to the way your pretty little body moved and couldn’t help but wonder how it would move while fucking you. His restraint was wavering.

Just when he thinks it couldn’t get any worse for him, you bend over. Doing this allows James to get a glance up your skirt and what he saw was enough for him to get hard in his faded blue jeans. Not only had you bent over for him on purpose, but had also worn the thinnest lace panties known to man. He swore he was going to blow his load right then and there.

Opening the box, you present it to James as if nothing had just happened. “Is this good for you Jamie?” you ask him sheepishly.

“I know what you’re doing, sweetheart,” he admits.

“What do you mean?” you ask with the fakest, most insincere tone you could possibly ever use.

“Don’t play dumb with me, doll. I see the way you act around me…acting all innocent after,” he says, calling you out with no hesitation.

“You did?” you ask.

“You make it hard not to notice when you’re parading your tits and ass around me every time I see you,” he says.

“What are you going to do about it?” you say with a smirk.

That was it.

Within seconds, he pounces himself onto you, his carnal desire for you getting the best of him. His lips latch onto yours, fueled with unwavering passion. He had waited for this moment and now it was happening. His tongue finally finds its way into your mouth and you don’t find yourself disgusted by it. All you felt was the desire for him to do unspeakable things to you.

“James…I need you,” you plead, whining into his mouth

“Already so desperate f’me and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he coos.

You could feel the arousal seeping through your panties at the sound of his silky smooth voice. The effect he had on you was profound. Melting over his voice? You were screwed.

His hands found purchase to your clothed ass, but that wasn’t enough for him. Taking initiative, he rolls the dainty fabric up to your hips, now allowing him to grope your ass with those fucking tattooed hands you loved so much. If he only knew the amount of times you had touched yourself while imagining that they were his hands on your body.

He hoists you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist before breaking the kiss. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment, sweet girl…how many times I’ve had to hold myself back out of respect your old man, but fuck it. I want you.”

With that being said, he holds you with his arms and takes you out of the room. Before he can lead you up the stairs that lead to your room, you stop him.

“Where are you taking us?” you ask.

“To your room, angel,” he says to you.

“What’s wrong with the couch in the living room?” you implore.

“Sweetie, I’ve been waiting for this for so long. I’m gonna fuck you the way you deserve, not on some old couch,” he says before finally going up the stairs with haste, but also making sure he didn’t drop you in the process. You guys finally make it to your room and he wastes no time before placing you gently down on the bed, moving you backwards so there was enough room for him to successfully tower over your body. The sight gave you chills, but in the best way possible.

His lips latch onto your warm skin surrounding your collarbone before sucking away at the tender flesh of it. You let out a breathy whine at the newfound sensation. You could feel how soft his lips were…just like you imagined they would be.

“James…” you say.

“Yes, baby?” he asks back.

“Can’t take anymore teasing…need you inside me,” you beg of the older man.

“Shhh…patience, pretty girl…be patient for me, yeah?” he says in a soft voice at which you nod at. “Such a good girl.”

He can’t even stop himself before he starts stripping you of your clothes,..if you could even call them that with how short and dainty they are. “Raise your arms for me, angel…wanna see those pretty tits,” he coos. You do as he says and within seconds, he’s met with the bare flesh that had been hiding underneath your shirt. He was in heaven.

“Should’ve known you weren’t wearing a bra,” he smirks.

He had imagined your tits so many times while jacking himself off. He always imagined the way your tits would bounce when fucking you, the way he would suck them.

“These are fucking mine, got it?” he enunciates, now pinching one of your sensitive nipples with his slender fingers, then rolling it accordingly.

“Fuck Jamie…” you say, lost in the feeling.

“My baby’s already whining for me, hm? You haven’t seen anything yet,” he claims. You had no idea him saying that would lead him to now suck at your pebbled areolas to prove his point.

“Such pretty tits on such a pretty girl,” he praises. He decides to tease you even further by pulling down your expensive lace panties before throwing them aside like they were nothing. “And an even prettier pussy…so wet for me, baby.”

The anticipation for him to slide into you was truly killing you. It was always on your mind when you knew it shouldn’t be. “You’re fucking perfect…need to have you,” he says, almost sounding a tad bit desperate.

“I’m all yours, James,” you assure him.

“Glad to hear it, doll.” he smiles. Finally, after what seems like ages, he starts throwing articles of his clothing off his toned body before he’s only in his black boxers while on top of you. You couldn’t help your curiosity as to how hard he was and looked down at the sight below you…and god, he was huge. The outline of his hardened bulge was more than prominent, leading you to question whether you could take him or not. He notices your lingering stare and can’t help but grow a little cocky.

“Eyes are up here, baby,” he says before grabbing your chin with his veiny hand.

“I’m sorry…” you trail.

“Don’t be sorry, baby. I think it’s quite cute seeing you get all flustered,” he says with a chuckle.

“I want your cock…please,” you beg, not even caring how desperate and whiny he had made you in this moment.

“Gonna fuck you so good until the only thing you remember is me and my name,” James promises you. “Gonna ruin you for anybody who thinks they have a chance with you.”

He slowly slides the fabric covering his cock down to the floor, where the rest of your guys’ clothes laid sprawled out. It only took a mere second before you saw the way his cock sprung towards his defined stomach. Fuck…he was gonna split you raw.

“You ready f’me, baby?” he asks you.

“Yes please…need your cock so bad,”

“Such a good girl for begging,” he praises while caressing your messy locks.

Suddenly, you feel his cock intrude your warm cunt, causing a moan to escape your lips from the sensation of him stretching you out with his thick cock.

“Shit…squeezing me so well, pretty girl… just like I thought you would,” he admits.

“Please move, James…” you whine.

“Anything for my girl,” he says before complying with your ever so desperate command. He begins thrusting into your tight hole without showing any signs of mercy or slowing down anytime soon. He wish he could take his time with you, but he knew it was only a matter of time until your dad was set to return.

“Just like that!” you scream out, your well manicured nails digging into his shoulder dimples as he fucks you into oblivion. With every inch inserted into you, the more dumb you could feel yourself becoming. But guess what? You didn’t give a fuck.

“Poor girl…already becoming dumb just from her daddy’s friend fucking her like the slut she is,” he degrades.

“Fuck…” you moan in response.

“Such naughty words from a girl like you,” he tuts in response.

“Need it harder…” you say in between raggedy breaths.

“You’re going to take what I give you and you’re going to like it, princess. Now behave,” he orders. You follow his instructions as explained before continuing with his erratic movements inside you. Your guys’ hips collide with one another, providing much needed friction that had both of you moaning. Sounds of your slickness began to fill the room and James couldn’t help but savor them. You felt his cock scrape your sensitive nerves that had already begun twitching around him.

He took in the way your chest heaved with every single thrust he made while inside you, the way you were panting for air…everything. You looked absolutely beautiful all fucked out for him and he would remember that sight below him for as long as he lived.

“Such a little cock slut, hm? So desperate for my dick that you dressed like this for me instead of asking me for it. Thought your daddy raised you to know better…guess not,” he tuts in disapproval. You felt yourself getting closer to your inevitable climax just by listening to his degrading words. You felt ashamed for getting off to someone speaking to you as if you were nothing, but you couldn’t help yourself. “Don’t fret baby, that’s what your new daddy is here for.” he says before slapping your pussy, guaranteeing that there would be a fresh mark tomorrow. The impact left a stinging sensation afterwards, but instead of wanting him to stop, you found yourself wanting more of his harsh blows. This was made crystal clear to him when you let out a moan.

“Look what we have here…a filthy slut moaning over getting treated like a fuck doll. My fuck doll,” he teases.

“Please…want more of it,” you admit.

“Of course you do, baby. Because you’re a pathetic little thing,” James mocks while still sheathed inside your sopping cunt. His hand lands another harsh hit to the irritated flesh, making you grip your sheets so hard that they were turning white.

“Fuck Jamie…’m so close,” you whimper.

“Hold on for a bit longer if you wanna prove you can be a good slut for me. Can you do that for me, baby?” he asks, hoping you would provide him with the right answer. You frantically nod your head, which was a good enough answer for him to keep bullying you and your pussy. Before you know it, he sets a new pace, one that was nothing short of animalistic. He wanted to be so deep inside of you as physically possible and that was what he was doing right now.

You can feel his cock twitch inside your warm cunt, which only makes him rock harder into you. Your vision becomes painted with stars as he was doing so and it felt fucking fantastic. He was the only man ever to make you feel like this. Safe to say, he exceeded any of your wild expectations.

Suddenly, you feel yourself becoming unraveled to the point where you can feel the hot coil start to unwind deep inside your fluttering stomach. With each additional movement he made, you felt the sensation become even more undeniable to feel.

“Please let me cum James!” you scream out in ecstasy.

“That’s it pretty girl…cum for me” he praises.

That’s all it took for you to splash your warm release all over his cock. You felt like you were on cloud nine while he was fucking you through your orgasm. The feeling of you coming undone on his dick finally made him ropes of his hot, sticky seed into your sensitive entrance. He groaned while doing so, which you found to be the hottest thing ever.

After the two of you come down from your heaven sent orgasms, he pulls out of you and lays down next to you. He positions himself so that he’s now looking at your pretty face in awe.

“I love you sweet girl and I hope you know I didn’t mean anything bad I said” he admits.

“I love you too James,” you say to him with a chuckle.

James smiles at your confession of love before pulling you in for a slow and gentle kiss, unlike the one you guys had shared before. The two of you found peace and solace in the kiss and you guys wouldn’t stop until either of your lungs gave out…or in this case, when your father comes home, which was now.

“Let’s not tell your father about this,” he says with a laugh.

“Agreed,” you say with a laugh back.

This was one for the books.

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