#American Boyfriend

[mostlymalena]

[fenixarson]

[album poster] Kevin Abstract - American Boyfriend | for my new room

[surebabyholdback]

It's all the same at dark, the sun don't care

[vequint]

Very different from my usual style. I have trouble not over-rendering shit so I tried a simpler art style, based off the Red Flags music video

[vi4hs]

where’s my nirvana boyfriend

also tate looks sooo fine in this pic

[uglygrlswag]

[dangeroustaintedflawed]

evan peters at the 2012 golden globes ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

[teaganrae15]

need me a man that look like this.

[uhhh-ghouls007]

Put that down!!

[fitstud]

[theswanqu22n]

I want you all over me.

James Patrick March x reader - smut.

warnings: mention of p in v, oral, aggression? and etc.

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧🩶.

Two hours earlier you were running away from James Patrick March after running into him just as you were about to take a pee. And now, you were just trying to hit on him in his office while he was smoking and looking at you with one of his eyebrows raised, calf on his right knee and looking you up and down.

"mhm turn...around" He nodded for you to turn around, which you did. The skirt of your dress showing a little more skin than it should, lace panties exposed and your ass cheeks in full view of him.

His eyes widened slightly as you basically presented your pert backside to him. His gaze turning hungrily drinking in the curvy canvas of flesh barely concealed by the black lace.

"Exquisite." He breathed, already halfway standing from his lounging position. The cigar fell from his fingers, already forgotten in the intensity of his focus on the erotic tableau unfolding before him.

You looked at him nervously, did it mean he was going to kill you or something else?

"i think it's time we christened that new massage table...don't you agree, my sweet?" His voice was deep, dark rumble of hunger, his words dripping with filthy promise.

Your gaze became somewhat confused, a table? It meant that you and he would do it, if you were in another situation where he wasn't going to kill you a few hours ago, you would refuse, but now you felt completely... obliged, even so, he didn't force you. Somehow, you felt attracted to what would happen. Besides, James is very attractive and the accent of his tone of voice is genuinely seductive.

So you followed him to where there was a strange table, not that big but big enough for you to fit on.

"but first." He took a step closer. With a weird gentleness nature belying his depraved nature. James reached out to gently grasp the zipper of your dress, his deft fingers worked the metal tab downward, slowly unveiling more of your creamy thighs.

"lift it up for me." He whisper near your ear, his voice sounded husky and really seductive, but it sounded comanding. "Show me that pretty lace you're hiding from me."

His other hand slid up your side to cup the figure of your waist, thumb brushing over the satín of your underwear in a provocative caress, as he did so, you slowly and delicately lifted the fabric of your dress skirt, revealing how the lace fabric of your panties covered barely your pussy.

His eyes darkened with carnal lust as you exposed yourself to him, this only served his arousal, with a low groan he allowed his hand to wander further, his fingertips tracing the edge of the lace, teasing the soft, bare flesh beneath.

"absolutely flawless." He murmured appreciatively, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he leaned close. "And now...my beautiful pet, let's get you onto that table so i can...worship this perfect little cunt with every inch of my body" he purred making your eyes close.

With a lack of finesse, he pushed you against the table and lifted your legs onto the wood, you closed your eyes for a few seconds to think about what was happening and then opened them, the scent of his cologne entering your nostrils. He's perfect if he wasn't a serial killer and... a ghost. Wait, you were about to have sex with a ghost?

"tonight, you're mine, completely and utterly." His voice was firm as his hands squeezed your thighs forcing you to spread your legs while you gasped and felt a great pressure between your legs, you were wet. "Legs open." He said. "We've only just begun and i need full access to every inch of your perfection"

He watched in fascination as you complied, your thighs parting willingly to reveal the wetness already gathered at your panties.

"mmmhm so ready for me already" he purred, his hands slipping beneath you to grasp your panties and pull them down, revealing your wetness. "In for a penny, in for a pound let's explore every...delightful detail of this...sweet nectar." You shivered at the sound of his words, his pointing finger tracing the sides of your pussy lips, taking in some of your wetness, you were even embarrassed that he was looking at how much he was turning you on.

And with that, James knelt himself between your splayed legs, his hot breath wafting over your sex as his tongue began it's leisurely exploration. A slow deliberate glide along your slick folds before circling the sensitive bud of your clit with agonizing precision.

You on the other hand, reached your hand towards the black strands of his hair, letting out a gasp as you tried your best not to close your legs, god, his tongue felt so good.

"fuck-" you moaned as you closed your eyes and opened your mouth, arching a bit your back. His response came in a low guttural growl, vibrating against your throbbing clit as he responded eagerly to your invitation. His hands slid towards your hips, gripping them and holding you in place you could swear that the veins in his hands were popping out more. His tongue delvving into your quivering canal with bold plunging strokes.

"such a needy little cunt" he accused, nuzzling chin against your inner thighs, sending shivers through you. "So fucking eager to be devoured by me" the sensual taunt was underscored by the flicks of his tongue probing the tight, clenched muscles of your pussy searching for your sweet spot.

You moaning his name making him more excited, his own arousal hardened impressively restrained only by the fabric of his tailored slacks, the intense sensation of your lust heat engulfing his tongue, matched with the desperate moans and the way you were grinding on his mouth, gripping his hair locks.

"tell me how much do you want it" he purred, looking up and staring at you penetratingly, his dark eyes could burn holes in your skin and his lips wet as well as his nose of your juices. "Let me hear you beg for my cock like the good little slut you are." He said "Weren't you seducing me a while ago?"

You nodded, swallowing hard as you panted, trying to formulate a word. "Give it to me...please" you whimpered, feeling like you sounded totally idiotic and submissive but it's James March, the bastard had great charm.

The pleasure groan that erupted from march's throat at your wanton plea was as much as surrender as it was a confirmation. With utmost care to maintain the intimacy of the moment, he withdrew just enough to grab his zipper with a fumbling motion, the desesperation evident even in this simplest of actions.

You couldn't help but feel that you weren't the only one who felt pathetic opening up like this, at this moment it was just you and him and he wasn't judging you right now, so, you licked your lips looking at him intensely feeling that he was about to reveal a surprise gift to you, which he did due to the conditions.

"fuckkk, just for you, gorgeous" he grunted roughly, yanking open his pants to free his painfully engorged cock, making you gasp, feeling yourself getting even wetter, that tickling in your belly wanting to have him balls deep inside you.

His cock throbbed with need, the engorged crown glistening with precum as James fisted his length, aiming himself at your drooling entrance.

"brace yourself, darlin'." He advised with a lewd, wolfish grin, his eyes burning and intensity of lust in their brown eyes. "And im going to split you open and claim every inch for myself" in one smooth, powerful trust, he buried himself to the hilt within your clenching, velvet heat. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh was immediately followed by your moans, stretching out your hands to hold yourself on the table while his hands rested on the table and he thrust into you harder but excitingly.

You arched your back as you opened your mouth and moaned his name, his eyes closed for a moment and you could hear his grunts between each thrust, his chest rising and falling despite not having taken off his white long-sleeved shirt yet, he still looked exquisitely good.

You felt his length go in and out halfway, it felt so good that your legs were shaking, how he even hit that exact spot, his hands didn't even touch anywhere else, they just moved back to your hips pushing you further into him.

"fuck- yes...James!" You moaned as you tried to push yourself against him, you could see how he clenched his teeth in a scowl, grunting and opening his eyes to look at you intensely as he pushed himself more inside you.

The wet suction and soft clench of your pussy only seemed to urge him on, spurring him to fuck you even harder, to drive you wild beneath him. Hips slapping lewdly against yours, March pounded into you with unrelenting brutality, chasing his impending release with single-minded focus.

And you could feel how you were about to cum but you even wanted to wait to do it with him, according to what you had heard it felt better that way. "Fuck...im close"

he snarled through gritted teeth, his cock swell with impending eruption. You moaned trying to close your legs but he grabbed your knees to keep them open.

"ja-james!"

"No escaping, pet," he commanded harshly, using his grip to hold your legs apart and pin you in place.

Before you could respond, he leaned down to capture your mouth in a dominating kiss, his tongue plunging inside to claim yours in turn. The sensual assault only heightened the swirling intensity within you, sending you crashing into a violent orgasm.

March's cock swelled impossibly within your quivering walls, the sensation of you squeezing him in time with your spasms driving him over the edge. With a guttural, bestial roar, he pumped himself hard one, two, three more times before finally surrendering to release.

His seed erupted in a torrent, pumping deep into your womb as he filled you to the brim. March's hips jerked involuntarily, grinding against you to milk every last drop as aftershocks rocked through him.

"Mine," he growled possessively against your mouth, stilling when their breathing slowed.

You closed your eyes gasping for air, grinding your hips a little as your pussy sucked and spilled mixtures of your juices onto the table, this had literally been the kind of sex you'd been looking for your whole life and it left you wanting to never leave this hotel.

"I know that feeling, that's why I brought my little friend with me" He smiled excitedly and pulled out a knife that was under the pile of things that was on that "massage" table. You looked at him and there you felt terror again, your skin crawled and your eyes widened.

"wh...what!?" you said confused and desperate, what the fuck?

"Exactly, and we'll be together forever, isn't that great darling? You'll be replacing...the little vampire" He chuckled and gave you a peck on the cheek like it was a fucking game.

credits for dividers: @dollywons

[thekillersenjoyer]

canon paultrick

[tigerlilysoda]

[leoblooms]

added the conclusion he got a jacket

[vequint]

Domestic PaulPat + Pat being a yapper