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speaknow-sw · 3 months ago

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𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂

Summary : The backseat of James car seems like a good place to lose your virginity.

Word Count : 1.8k

Ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ: mdni, age gap, James is 33 reader is 18, lost of virginity, first time, nipple sucking, car sex, kissing, PiV, clit toying, inappropriate use of lipstick.

AN : Okay so…I’m obsessed with Diet Pepsi by Addison Rae annnnnd I decided to give it his one-shot with the man of the year : James Kelly. Enjoy lovelies cuz this one sucks.

The night is warm, the air thick with summer heat as you slip into James Kelly’s car, your breath hitching in your throat. He’s behind the wheel, his grip firm, the glint of his cross gold chain catching the dim streetlight as he turns to look at you. His eyes linger, dark and heavy, on the curve of your body wrapped in those ripped blue jeans he can’t stop staring at.

“He’s a keeper,” you think, catching your own reflection in the window as you pull down the mirror to check your lipstick. But it’s his cross you see, a reminder of the tension that crackles between the two of you, the contrast of sin and sanctity making your heart race.

He notices, and a slow smile spreads across his face, one that tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. “You look good,” he says, his voice a low rumble, one that makes your stomach flip.

You feel his gaze slide down your body, resting on your legs, and you shift slightly, aware of every inch of space between you. You know what he’s thinking; he’s told you before, late at night, in the kind of whispers that aren’t meant to be shared but somehow always are when it’s just the two of you. “Those jeans,” he murmurs, “make your ass look incredible.”

You blush, your cheeks red like cherries in the spring, and he reaches out, his hand brushing against your thigh. The touch is electric, sending a shiver up your spine as you close your eyes, trying to steady your breathing. He pulls his hand back, resting it on the gearshift, but the heat of his touch lingers on your skin.

“Let’s get out of here baby,” he says, turning the key in the ignition. The engine roars to life, the vibrations pulsing through your body as you buckle your seatbelt, feeling a knot tighten in your stomach.

As he drives, you can’t help but steal glances at him, at the way his hands grip the wheel, the muscles in his arms flexing with each turn. The city lights blur outside the window, and you lose track of time, of place, of everything but the way he makes you feel—alive, reckless, untamed.

When he finally pulls into an empty parking lot, the silence is deafening. He turns off the car, and for a moment, neither of you moves. The air between you is thick, heavy with unspoken words, and you can feel the heat of his body even though you’re not touching.

Then, without a word, he reaches for you, pulling you into his lap. The suddenness of it makes you gasp, but you don’t resist. You can’t. His hands are on your hips, guiding you, and you feel a rush of warmth spread through you as you settle against him.

“James…” you whisper, but he cuts you off with a kiss, his lips claiming yours with a hunger that takes your breath away. You can taste the Pepsi on his lips, the sweetness mixed with something darker, something that makes you dizzy.

His hands slide up your back, under your shirt, and you arch into him, your body responding to his touch with a need that surprises you. This is new territory, uncharted, and yet it feels like you’ve been here before, like you’ve always known this is where you’d end up—with him, in this car, losing yourself in the heat of the moment.

He pulls back, just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with desire. “Say you love me,” he whispers, his voice rough, desperate.

“I love you,” you breathe, the words spilling out of you before you can think, before you can second-guess. And as soon as you say it, you know it’s true. You do love him—this wild, reckless love that makes you feel like you’re on the edge of something dangerous, something you can’t pull back from even if you wanted to.

His smile is like a drug, intoxicating and addictive, and he kisses you again, deeper this time, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs. You can feel the heat of his breath against your skin, the way his fingers dig into you, grounding you even as you feel like you’re floating, weightless.

James' hands roamed up your body, pulling your shirt over your head, leaving you in just your bra and jeans. He leaned in, his lips trailing kisses down your neck, his stubble scraping against your sensitive skin. You let out a soft moan, your body arching towards him, craving more of his touch.

He pulled back, his eyes dark with lust as he admired your body, taking it all in. The tenderness of his gaze belied the animalistic hunger that consumed him. He reached for the clasp of your bra, fumbling with it for a brief moment before releasing your breasts from their confines.

He took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, sucking gently before moving to the other. You gasped, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His other hand slid down your body, unzipping your jeans as he fumbled with the button.

He pushed your jeans and panties down your legs, helping you to slide them off, leaving you completely naked in the dimly lit car. He admired you for a moment, his eyes drinking in every curve and dip.

Your breath caught in her throat as James's skilled fingers found your slick heat, parting your folds with ease. You writhed beneath his touch, your body writhing in wanton need. Your head rolled back against the seat, your eyes closed, drowning in the sensations that crashed over you like waves.

James's thumb found your clit, rubbing it in slow circles, and you let out a moan, a low, guttural sound that seemed to reverberate through the car. Your hips bucked against his hand, each movement seeking more, begging for the release you’d never known.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Do you want me to make you come, dollface?"

You nodded, your voice caught in her throat, the only response your body could muster.

James continued his assault on your senses, his thumb relentless, his fingers delving deeper into your core. Your body arched, nails digging into the leather seat as you fought to stay grounded, to stay tethered to reality.

With a slick motion, James's hand withdrew, leaving you panting, eyes fluttering open. He quickly unbuckled his belt and shoved his jeans down, his erection springing free, hard and throbbing. Your eyes widened at the sight of him, your body humming with anticipation.

As James buries himself inside you, you can't help but gasp at the fullness, the warmth, the sensation of being filled. It hurts but it’s so good, so right…Your eyes meet his, your pupils dilating in the low light, and you feel a sudden, intense connection between the two of you.

He withdraws almost entirely, leaving you quivering and needy, before plunging back into you. The pace is slow, deliberate, as if he's savoring the moment as much as you are. Your body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending alive and tingling.

He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You feel incredible, you know that, doll?" His fingers dig into your hips, gripping you tightly.

You nod, your breath hitching in your throat, lost in the sensations and the intensity of the moment. James starts to move faster, his thrusts deep and powerful, leaving you breathless, your moans growing louder, more desperate. "Huh…such a pretty little sight, gonna keep you around my cock like the lil’ sweetheart you are, huh baby ? Lemme take care of you, i’m older, wiser, experienced, I can give you everythin’ my sweet girl…"He grunted manly and your walls clenched against him as you moaned loudly.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him. His hands roam over your body, leaving trails of fire wherever they touch. He cups your breast, his thumb teasing your nipple, and you arch into his hand, your body hungry for more.

He leans down, his lips capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he continues to thrust into you. The rhythm is hypnotic, pulling you deeper into the sensations, the pleasure building within you like a crescendo.

You feel his hand slip between your legs, his fingers trailing over your clit, teasing you mercilessly. The combination of his touch, his grunts and his thrusts is too much, pushing you over the edge. You cry out, your body convulsing as you shatter, the pleasure crashing over you like a wave.

James doesn't stop, his thrusts growing harder, more determined, as he continues to pound into you. You feel him tense, his body shuddering as he releases into you, the warmth of his release filling you completely.

The windows fog up as you lose yourself in him, in the way he makes you feel like you’re the only thing that matters in the world. It’s a blur of sensation, of lips and hands and heat, and you let go, surrendering to the moment, to him.

You can’t tell where he ends and you begin, the two of you intertwined in a tangle of limbs and breathless moans. And when it’s over, when the car is filled with the scent of sweat and something sweeter, you collapse against him, your heart racing.

He tilts your chin up, looking at you with a kind of awe, like he can’t believe you’re real. “You’re mine, my girl,” he says, his voice soft, possessive.

“Yours,” you agree, because it’s true. You’ve always been his, even before you knew it.

With a wicked grin, you reach into your bag and pull out your lipstick, the sweet pink shade that always makes you feel calm, warm. His breath hitches as you twist the tube, the scent of cherries filling the air. Leaning in, you press the tip of the lipstick to his chest, just above his heart, and slowly, deliberately, you begin to scrawl your name across his skin. Each letter is a claim, a promise, the pink pigment leaving a vivid trail that stands out stark against his tanned skin. You can feel his heartbeat quicken beneath your fingertips, and you smile, satisfied, as you finish the last stroke. Stepping back, you admire your handiwork, your name emblazoned on him like a brand, a reminder that he’s yours, marked in a way that no one else ever will be.

“Let’s go, sweets” he says finally, but there’s no rush in his voice, no urgency. You know you have all the time in the world—time to break all the rules, to get caught, to fall deeper into this wild love that’s taken hold of you both.

And as you drive away, the city lights blurring into the distance, you can’t help but smile, knowing that you’re his baby, his everything, and that this is just the start of something unforgettable.

#hayden christensen #james kelly #anakin skywalker #sam monroe #scott barringer #james kelly smut #james kelly x reader #gonna take a cold shower

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musicblogmusic · 6 months ago

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valkyrieromanoff · 2 months ago

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Bad ideia right?: master!anakin x padawan!reader

synopsis: Sharing a room with your master didn’t seem like a bad idea, right? But when Anakin steps out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel hanging on his hips, things quickly spiral into uncharted territory. As the tension between you thickens and lines between duty and desire blur, you’re left questioning whether this might have been a very bad idea after all.

warning: master x padawan trope (sorry, power imbalance), inexperienced reader, dominant Anakin, handjob, practically only smut, almost no plot.

words: 1.8k

a/n: So... this idea came to my mind randomly with an edit of some character by Hayden Christensen, and, since I'm obsessed with Anakin, obviously, he was the chosen one. Anyway, I hope you like it, and thanks for the comments on James Kelly's oneshot, I'm working on a sequel. Kisses💖

𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏' 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?

𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏' 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒕, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆

Sharing a room with your master hadn't seemed like a bad idea earlier in the night. After all, just hours ago, the two of you were shivering outside the small hotel, waiting for the Council to deliberate on whether it was even possible to send a rescue. The cold had bit through your robes, and with the Council's decision delayed, the promise of warmth had seemed worth the minor inconvenience.

Anakin, somehow, had managed to scrounge up a few credits, not enough for separate quarters but just enough to rent a single room. The thought of sharing didn’t raise any concerns, even though there was only one bed. It wasn’t all that different from the countless nights spent camping during missions, except that Master Kenobi or Rex usually are close by.

But now, sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped only in a loose shirt that barely skimmed your thighs, you were beginning to rethink that assumption. Your Jedi robes were draped neatly over a chair in the corner. You hadn’t packed any extra clothes, not imagining you'd need them, and as you sat there, nerves started to flutter in your chest.

The sound of the bathroom door creaking open pulled you from your thoughts, and your heart stuttered in your chest. Anakin stepped out, a wave of warm, humid air spilling into the room with him. His sandy, wavy hair was damp, droplets of water trailing lazily down his bare chest, across the defined muscles of his abdomen. Your eyes followed one particular droplet as it slid down his abs before disappearing into the white towel wrapped low around his waist.

Suddenly, sharing a room didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore.

You swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away. Anakin, always so sure of himself, caught your stare and flashed you a confident grin —one that was all too knowing. There was a flicker of something playful in his eyes, a dangerous spark that sent your pulse racing. He shook his head lightly, sending more water droplets flying, and the gesture felt so casual, so effortless, yet it left you completely unraveled.

"You like what you see?" Anakin’s voice was low, teasing, as he raised a brow in amusement. His tone, laced with flirtation, made your skin heat despite the chill that lingered in the air.

Your mind screamed at you to look away, to remember the boundaries between master and padawan, but your body betrayed you, rooted in place by the tension that now filled the small room.

For a split second, you saw hesitation in his eyes —just a flicker, like maybe even he knew he was crossing a line. But then, as if driven by some reckless need to push further, to test the limits, the towel slipped. It fell silently to the floor, landing in a small patch of undried paint that clung to the fabric.

Your breath hitched. The tension in the air thickened, the room suddenly feeling far too small, too intimate. Anakin stood there, unabashed, watching your reaction with that same infuriatingly smug look. Yet beneath that confidence, you could sense something else simmering —an unspoken desire, a question hanging in the air between you.

This definitely wasn’t a good idea anymore.

Your eyes widened, a sharp jolt of surprise and confusion surging through you. Never—not in your wildest dreams—had you imagined being in a situation like this. Anakin, your master, standing before you so naked in his glory. It felt surreal, as if reality had warped around you in that instant.

Instinctively, your gaze dropped lower before you could stop yourself, a glimpse of his half-hard cock. The realization hit you like a lightning bolt, and the heat flooding your face was immediate. A fiery blush crept up your cheeks, burning hot with a mix of shock and embarrassment.

Your hands flew to your face, palms pressing over your eyes as if you could erase the image, your heart hammering in your chest. "Force, what is happening?" you thought, breath catching in your throat. Your mind was a mess, struggling to reconcile the absurdity of the moment with the unwavering discipline you'd spent years mastering.

Behind your hands, you heard Anakin chuckle softly, his amusement only making the situation feel even more unreal. And still, beneath the embarrassment, there was something else stirring —something dangerous, something you weren’t ready to acknowledge.

“It’s okay, padawan. You can look.” he whispered, his voice soft. He wanted you to know that you could trust him, that you didn't need to feel ashamed or shy, he was your master after all.

You didn’t move. This isn’t right. It’s not the Jedi way, you reminded yourself, mentally reciting the Jedi Code you’d been trained to memorize, the one you’d sworn never to break. The words echoed in your mind like a lifeline, an anchor to the discipline you’d spent years being taught. But as the silence stretched between you, another part of you —one far more rebellious, one undeniably influenced by your master— began to stir. It grew louder, more insistent, gnawing at the edges of your resolve.

Anakin was waiting. You didn’t need to see him to know it. He was smiling—delighting in your hesitation, in the battle waging inside you. You could feel it, the way he reveled in your inner conflict, the tension thickening the air like an invisible thread pulling you toward him.

Your breath caught in your throat as you slowly lowered your hands from your face, fingers trembling just slightly. Your cheeks were still flushed, the heat of embarrassment lingering, but something else was there now too. Something that made your heart race, not out of shame but out of curiosity —of temptation.

Your eyelids fluttered shyly, hesitant, before you finally dared to meet his gaze. The moment your eyes locked with his, the smirk on his face widened ever so slightly, his confidence unshaken, even amused. He knew. He could see the crack in your defenses, the sliver of doubt that had taken root in your mind.

And the worst part? A part of you didn’t want to stop it.

“This is for you,” Anakin said, holding his hardened cock with his flesh hand, his voice low and husky, each word dripping with unspoken desire. There was a tension in his tone, thick and electric, the kind that made the air between you feel charged. His gaze was locked on yours, darkened with the intensity of his emotions, and you could feel the weight of it —how deeply you affected him, how you turned him on.

He wanted you to know. To feel the way the mere sight of your flushed face stirred something primal within him, something dangerous and raw. It was as if a storm had begun to brew in his chest, the pull of his desire rising like a tide, ready to drown both of you. The restraint he usually held was crumbling, like a volcano on the verge of eruption, and the way his breath hitched, just slightly, told you that it was taking everything he had to hold it back.

And yet, he didn’t. His words, his gaze—they were a confession in themselves. This was all for you.

The intensity of Anakin's gaze left you breathless, your body trembling in anticipation. You could feel your own arousal building, the heat between your legs growing more insistent with each passing second.

He waited for your response, his eyes never leaving yours, as if daring you to take what he offered. Your hand trembled slightly as it reached out to meet him, your fingers brushing against his hardened length.

He let out a soft groan, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. The sound felt a shiver down your spine, the power you held over him a heady intoxication. You wrapped your hand around him, feeling the heat radiating from his cock, the veins that pulsed beneath your touch.

He watched you, your hands tentatively exploring him, your eyes wide and curious. He loved the way you looked, the way you felt. He wanted to teach you everything, to show you how to please him, how to make him feel good.

Anakin's fingers intertwined with yours, his hand covering yours as he showed you the rhythm he preferred. "Like this, Padawan," he whispered, his voice a soothing murmur against your ear. "Gentle, but firm."

You followed his lead, your hands moving in unison, your strokes slow and deliberate. Anakin's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed as you began to find your rhythm.

"It's different," you admitted shyly, your fingers still slightly clumsy around his hardened cock. You bit your lower lip, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Am I doin’ right?" you asked nervously, your gaze meeting his.

Anakin's lips curved into a smile, the warmth in his eyes unmistakable. "Yes, padawan, you're doing just fine," he reassured you, his voice thick with desire. "Just like that.

You continued to stroke him, your movements more confident now. Anakin's body began to tense, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “faster” he whispered, his voice urgent.

He could feel his orgasm building, could feel his body tensing. Anakin watched you, your eyes wide and trusting, your hands moving faster, your fingers slick with his pre-cum. He loved the way you looked, the way you felt. He loved the way you made him feel.

"Oh, Padawan," he moaned, his voice a low, guttural sound. "I'm going to come."

With a shuddering breath, he did, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. He came in your hand, his seed spilling hot and thick over your fingers, his body shuddering as the waves of pleasure washed over him.

Anakin leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead as his release ebbed away. “Good girl, padawan” he whispered, his breathing gradually returning to normal. “You did so good.” he said, his voice soft.

You stood there, bathed in the lingering warmth of the moment, your eyes flickering to your hands. Your fingers were coated in the thick, milky substance of his release. "It's sticky," you murmured, your voice tinged with innocent curiosity as you stared at your fingers. You shyly pulled them away, a thin line of cum stretching between two delicate fingers.

Anakin watched you, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of mischief. "Let me help you with that," he said, his voice low and husky. He reached out, gently taking your hand in his. "It's only fair that you clean it up, Padawan."

You looked up at him, your eyes wide with surprise. "Clean it?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Anakin nodded, his thumb brushing against your fingers, smearing the cum slightly. "With your mouth," he suggested, his gauze locked onto yours. "It's only fitting, don't you think?"

You hesitated for a moment, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. But the thought of tasting him, of pleasing him in this intimate way, feels a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

Slowly, you brought your fingers to your mouth, your tongue darting out to lick the sticky substance from your skin. Anakin's breath hitched as he watched you, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You did so good, padawan. I'm so proud of you.” he whispered, his voice soft.

#hayden christensen x reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin smut #anakin x reader #sw anakin #master anakin

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awhhayden · 2 days ago

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TAKE IT AWAY ⊹₊⟡⋆ 18+

CONTAINS : 20+ age gap, f is 19, james is 40, smut, fem!reader, p in v sex, size kink, praise kink, soft!dom, y/n implied, daddy kink,

SUMMARY: James Kelly is your bfs dad, after a stinging betrayal by your bf you find yourself at James front door.

JAMES KELLY’S doorstep was the last place you'd expect to find yourself at in the pouring rain late at night, but after a painful betrayal by your boyfriend and a rocky relationship with your family, your boyfriend's dad was the only person you could think to go to.

Of course, you knew him. You’d been dating Chris for over a year now—a relationship that began with promise but grew increasingly tangled in his chaotic habits. Chris, a year older than you, had seemed charming when you met at the start of your senior year. But as time passed, his love for drinking and late-night parties began to erode the foundation of what you thought you had. Tonight was the breaking point. After a grueling shift, you arrived at your shared apartment, only to stumble upon a scene you’d never prepared yourself for. Chris lay in your bed, passed out and tangled in the sheets—with another woman by his side. The mess of discarded clothes and disheveled bedding told the story as clearly as if they’d shouted it aloud.

You fled the apartment as quickly as you’d entered, not uttering a single word. The night’s silence was broken only by the soft patter of rain, which quickly turned into a downpour as you sped out of the complex’s parking lot. Hot tears streaked your face, blurring your vision as your mind raced. Part of you had almost anticipated this moment, yet another part had clung to the hope that Chris would never stoop so low. For 30 aimless minutes, you drove through the rain-slicked streets, the clock on your dashboard flashing 1:00 a.m. The storm was heavier now, matching the chaos inside you.

You considered pulling into a nearby hotel, but the cost gave you pause. Going to your family wasn’t an option—they’d never been the kind of safety net you could count on, and showing up at their door in the middle of the night would only make things worse. Your mind drifted to an unconventional idea, one that felt both reckless and oddly comforting: James Kelly. Chris’s father had always been kind to you, a steady presence in the background of your chaotic relationship. He owned a small auto shop, if memory served, and lived alone after Chris’s mother walked out when he was a baby. You’d been to his place a handful of times, and now, with no other options, you found yourself driving down his street. A flicker of hope lit within you, faint but persistent, as you wondered if he might still be awake. The thought of telling James everything—of laying bare what his son had done—sparked a strange mix of boldness and satisfaction that pushed you forward.

You eased your car up to the small two-story house, its silhouette hazy in the rain. To your surprise, the living room light spilled out into the dark night, accompanied by the warm glow of the porch light. Was he awake? you wondered, your chest tightening with a mix of nerves and anticipation. Taking a shaky breath, you pulled into the driveway, the rhythmic drumming of rain against your windshield growing louder.

Glancing at the passenger seat, you realized with a groan that you’d forgotten a jacket in your frantic rush. Bracing yourself, you inhaled deeply before throwing the door open and making a dash for the porch. The rain immediately soaked through your clothes, icy and relentless, but you pressed on. By the time you reached the shelter of the porch, your hair and sleeves clung to you uncomfortably. Hesitating for just a moment, you raised a trembling hand to the doorbell and pressed it. The chime echoed faintly inside, and seconds stretched like hours. Then, you heard the sound of a lock clicking, followed by the creak of the door swinging open. Standing before you was James Kelly, his piercing eyes locking onto yours. His expression flickered briefly with confusion, then concern, as he took in your soaked appearance

James’s brows knitted together the moment he saw you—soaked to the bone, shivering uncontrollably. Concern flickered across his face. “Kiddo, what are you doing here? Is everything okay?” His voice was steady but laced with worry. Tears burned your eyes as you tried to respond, but the words caught in your throat. “I…” was all you managed before your voice cracked. Without hesitation, he reached out, gently taking your arm and pulling you inside. The door closed behind you with a solid thunk, and the sudden warmth of the house wrapped around you, a sharp contrast to the cold rain that clung to your skin. He took a step back, studying you with a careful yet alarmed expression. You could only imagine how you must have looked—drenched, trembling, your face a portrait of exhaustion and heartbreak. In that moment, you felt as fragile as glass, yet something about his steady gaze made you feel a little less alone.

James grabbed a soft throw blanket from the closet and draped it around your shoulders, his hands shaking slightly as he pulled it tight. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling a shaky breath before looking at you with deep concern. “What happened, hon?” His voice was low, barely above a whisper. You swallowed hard, trying to steady yourself, but the words spilled out before you could stop them. “Chris... He... I came home from work, and he was passed out in our bed—with another girl.” The tears, which had been threatening to fall for hours, finally spilled over, and you wiped at your face, your voice breaking. James's expression shifted in an instant, his features hardening with disbelief and a flash of anger. “He did what?!” he demanded, his voice sharp with fury. You flinched at the force of his reaction. “I... I didn’t do anything. I just left. They were still asleep when I left.” You could feel the weight of your own words as they hung in the air. James’s face softened with regret. He closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if trying to process the words that didn’t seem to make sense. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with sympathy. “I didn’t realize it had gotten that bad between you two” You nodded, unsure of what to do with the heavy silence that followed. Your chest tightened, the emptiness of it all pressing in. “I just needed you to hear it from me,” you whispered. “I’ll go now. Thanks, Mr. Kelly.” You turned to leave, your hand hovering over the doorknob, when his voice stopped you, hesitant but firm. “Are you going back?” For a moment, you stood still, torn between the truth and what you thought he wanted to hear. Finally, you let out a shaky breath and admitted, “No... I was planning on sleeping in my car tonight and figuring out the apartment thing tomorrow.” His face softened with worry, his eyes darkening with concern. “What? No, honey, you can’t do that”, he said gently, stepping forward. You can stay here tonight. “Chris’s old room is still open. Please... stay here.” The offer hung in the air, warm and kind, like a lifeline thrown at just the right moment.

You hesitated, heat rising to your cheeks. You’d always found James attractive—his kind demeanor and effortless warmth had a way of making you feel safe, even in moments like this. The thought of losing him, too, in the aftermath of this breakup made your chest ache.

“I… I don’t want to be a burden,” you murmured, glancing down at the floor. “Burden?” he scoffed gently, already grabbing a fresh sheet and blanket from a nearby closet. “Not a chance. You’re not sleeping in your car. That’s final.” He handed you the linens, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Take these up to Chris’s room. There’s no bedding on it right now,” he said, pausing to take in your still-drenched frame. His eyes softened. “You should shower in the bathroom up there. I’m pretty sure Chris has some old clothes in the closet you can borrow. It’s not ideal, but it’ll do for tonight.” He offered a small, reassuring smile that made your heart flutter despite everything. You swallowed hard, emotions bubbling to the surface. “Sir… I mean… Thank you,” you managed to say, your voice wavering. He smiled again, softer this time. “Please, call me James.” With a nod, he pointed toward the stairs, and you turned, clutching the linens tightly as you made your way to Chris’s room. Each step felt heavy, but for the first time that night, there was a flicker of comfort waiting for you.

James sank back onto the couch, the soft hum of his show barely registering as he stared blankly at the screen. Letting you stay wasn’t an inconvenience—not after what his son had done to you. He sighed heavily, tipping back his beer, the familiar bitterness doing little to chase away the anger and disappointment that churned in his chest.

How had it come to this? He’d tried to raise Chris better. Sure, his son had always had his flaws—his drinking, his impulsive, reckless streak—but James had held onto the hope that with age, Chris might finally grow up. Turning 20 should’ve been a turning point, yet here they were. James dragged a hand through his dark hair, frustration etched across his face.

And then there was you. Sweet, soft-spoken, kind-hearted—you’d always been a bright spot in the mess Chris often created. James had secretly hoped you might be the one to inspire his son to change, to break free from the careless habits that held him back. But tonight shattered that illusion. The image of you standing on his doorstep flashed through his mind: rain-soaked, shivering, and heartbroken. It stung more than he cared to admit. How could Chris betray someone like you? Someone who, in James’s eyes, deserved so much better.

You stepped out of the shower, steam curling around you as the cold air hit your skin. Reaching for a towel, your hand met empty space. Shit. Your stomach dropped as you realized you’d forgotten to ask for one. Frantically, you glanced around the bathroom, hoping to spot something—anything—you could use. But the room was almost barren, save for a few toiletries and the clothes you’d left in a heap.

Groaning in disbelief, you stood there for a moment, weighing your options. Finally, with a deep breath, you cracked the bathroom door open just enough to call out. “J… James?”

Downstairs, James’s head snapped up from the TV, the sound of your voice cutting through his thoughts. He rose, walking to the base of the stairs. “Yeah?” he called back.

Your face burned with embarrassment. “I… uh… I don’t have a towel,” you admitted, your voice barely louder than the hum of the rain outside. James winced, mentally kicking himself for forgetting. “Right. Sorry about that,” he called up, his tone gruff but understanding. “I’ll grab one and leave it outside the door.”

He trudged upstairs, grabbing a fresh towel from the laundry room. His footsteps were heavy but careful as he approached the bathroom. Setting the towel just outside the door, he cleared his throat. “It’s there,” he said, his voice low. Without waiting for a reply, he turned and disappeared into his bedroom, the quiet click of the door shutting behind him leaving you alone once more.

You peeked out from the door before quickly grabbing the towel and drying yourself off gently. Taking a deep breath, you wrapped the towel around yourself and stepped cautiously out of the bathroom. Just as you did, James emerged from his bedroom, having changed into his pajamas. You turned and gasped, nearly bumping into him as you took in the sight before you. He stood there in nothing but grey sweatpants, his bare chest inches from your face, his tall, toned frame towering over you.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, your heart racing.

James looked down at your figure, your glistening skin only partially concealed by the towel, and felt a rush of heat pulse through him. “Sorry, kiddo,” he muttered, quickly walking past you and heading downstairs. You turned on your heel and rushed into Chris’s room, shutting the door behind you, your breath coming in heavy gulps, a mix of confusion and rising desire swirling within you.

Quickly, you dressed in one of Chris’s oversized shirts and a pair of old boxers. You tiptoed down the stairs and into the living room, where James was engrossed in his show. “Mr. K—erm, James,” you said softly, not wanting to disrupt him completely. He turned to look at you, a warm smile breaking across his face as he gestured for you to sit beside him.

You settled onto the opposite end of the couch, trying to maintain as much distance as possible, but the charged air between you grew thicker with each passing moment. As the episode concluded and the credits began to roll, James stretched and stood up, preparing to walk by you. But in a moment of boldness, you reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him in his tracks.

“Sir,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. His gaze flickered down to your hand entwined with his, surprise etched on his face. “Y-Yes?” he stuttered, a hint of uncertainty in his tone. You patted the cushion next to you, silently inviting him to stay. He hesitated, the tension palpable, before finally sitting down beside you. A rush of emotions surged through you—hurt, anger, confusion, and an undeniable longing. Gathering your courage, you turned toward him, your hand resting on his leg.

“I…I don’t want to be alone tonight,” you whispered, the implications hanging heavily in the air. James tensed at your touch, his eyes widening as he processed your words. “What do you mean?” he choked out, his voice thick with apprehension.

You took a deep breath, hesitating for only a moment before straddling his lap, trailing soft kisses down his neck. His eyes widened completely as his body ignited with fire at the feel of your warmth pressing against him. “Sweetie…you…you don’t know what you’re doing, you’re upset” he protested weakly, but the growing tent in his pants betrayed his struggle. Pulling back slightly, you met his gaze, intoxicated by the electric tension that surrounded you.

You gazed up at him, an intoxicating mix of desire and exhilaration coursing through your veins. “No… please…” you whispered breathlessly, your lips trailing down the warmth of his neck once more. He panted, the sound raw and primal, his hands hanging limply at his sides as he surrendered to the moment, throwing his head back against the couch in a surrender that sent shivers down your spine.

Pulling back, you locked eyes with him, vulnerability etched across your features. “Please, sir… take it away… it hurts… please,” you whimpered, your voice thick with need. Each plea that slipped from your lips only stoked the fire of his desire, the tent in his pants growing more pronounced, his pupils dilating with hunger.

He held your gaze for a heartbeat, tension crackling in the air, before swiftly rising to his feet, lifting you effortlessly over his shoulder. You gasped in surprise, the rush of exhilaration making your heart race, and just then, he gave your ass a playful slap, the sound echoing like a declaration. “You asked for it, princess,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips as he carried you triumphantly up the stairs, the anticipation of what was to come hanging thick in the air.

As he carried you up the stairs, your heart raced in tandem with each step he took. The world around you blurred, and all that mattered was the thrilling heat radiating from your bodies. He reached the top, and with a swift motion, kicked opened his door and tossed you onto the plush bed, the soft fabric welcoming you against your skin.

You lay there, panting in anticipation, your body tingling with electric excitement. He stepped closer, a feral glint in his eyes. “You wanted me to take it away, didn’t you?” he growled, a predatory smile curling his lips. The heat between you was palpable, a magnetic force that drew him even nearer.

“Please,” you murmured, your voice quivering with an intoxicating mix of pleading and longing. He leaned over you, his breath hot on your cheek, sending shivers cascading down your spine. His hands found your waist, fingertips digging into your skin as he leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

His tongue danced with yours, a seductive exploration that ignited every nerve ending in your body. You moaned softly, lost in the taste of him, the way he pressed his weight against you, his arousal evident. He broke the kiss, his breath a ragged whisper against your skin. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you,” he confessed, his voice low and husky, making your pulse race.

His hands roamed down your sides, exploring every curve, every dip that made you uniquely yours. The roughness of his touch contrasted with the softness of the bedding beneath you, creating a delicious tension that made you ache for more. “I’ll make it go away” he promised, his eyes dark with desire as he captured your gaze.

As he hovered over you, the energy in the room crackled with intensity. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “What would Chris think seeing you this wet for me?,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You naughty girl begging for my cock.”

Your heart raced as he pressed his body against yours, the heat between you growing unbearable. His hands roamed freely over your skin, almost worshiping every curve, exploring the soft expanse of your thighs before moving higher, teasingly slow. “Tell me what you need, princess,” he commanded, his tone both rough and thrilling.

“Please… I need you,” you gasped, your body arching instinctively towards him, craving his touch as if he were the only source of sustenance in your world.

He captured your lips fiercely, plunging his tongue into your mouth, dominating yet savoring you at the same time. “Do you want me to fuck you hard? Or would you rather I take my time and make you beg for it?” His words dripped with sultry intent, fanning the flames of your desire even higher.

“Both,” you breathed, the urgency of your need spilling over. “I want you… I want all of you.”

He grinned wickedly at your response, his eyes blazing with lust. “Good girl,” he praised, the words igniting something deep within you. “You’re so fucking cute when you beg.”

He slid down your body, leaving a trail of kisses that ignited your skin as he plunged further down. He paused, his mouth hovering dangerously close to where you most craved him. “I want you to remember this,” he said, his gaze locked onto yours, “Think about how much you begged for your exs daddies cock. I own you.”

His lips finally found you, teasing at first, sending waves of pleasure washing over you. You moaned, your back arching, your hands tangling in his hair, urging him closer. The sensation was exquisite, and he lapped at you hungrily, his tongue swirling and flicking in ways that made your hips buck against his mouth.

“Does that feel good, princess?” he asked between trails of kisses, his voice a low, intoxicating whisper that wrapped around you like silk. “God, yes… please don’t stop,” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through you. “I won’t stop until you’re begging me to let you come.” And with that, he intensified his rhythm, his fingers now working in perfect harmony with his mouth, bringing you closer to the edge.

The tension coiled within you, a tight spring ready to snap. You could feel it building, an insatiable need coursing through your veins as he took his time, drawing you tantalizingly close but never quite over the edge.

“Just a little more,” he urged, watching you with hungry eyes. “Let go for me, let me hear how good I make you feel.” And with one final stroke, he pushed you over the edge. The pleasure exploded through you, radiant and consuming, as you cried out his name, your body trembling as he held you through it, his voice a dark, sultry whisper in your ear. “That’s it, let it all out.”

Finally, he climbed back up, his body pressing against yours once more as he captured your lips in another heated kiss, tasting you, savoring the sweetness of your release. “You’re perfect,” he growled against your mouth, his hands finding your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Now it's my turn.”

With a commanding grip, he positioned himself at your entrance, looking deep into your eyes as he pressed forward, filling you completely. “You feel so fucking good,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. “You’re mine, all mine.”

He began to move, slow and deliberate at first, before ramping up the intensity, each thrust igniting the fire within you once more. “You like that, don’t you?” he growled, his breath hot against your skin. “You like being my little slut.”

“Yes… I’m yours,” you moaned back, surrendering completely to the pleasure.

His pace quickened, urgency fueling every movement as he drove into you harder, taking you deeper with each thrust. “Tell me how much you love it,” he demanded, a rough edge to his tone.

“I love it so much! I never want you to stop! fuck Daddy” you cried.

“Good girl,” he hissed, driving into you harder, faster, the sound of your bodies joining filling the air. Everything faded away until it was just the two of you, lost in this fevered dance, spiraling higher and higher together.

With each thrust, he pushed you closer to the edge, and as your bodies intertwined, there was no denying the depth of your connection. The heat, the passion—it consumed you both, leaving nothing but raw desire in its wake. And as he whispered words of lust and possession, you became his entirely, swept away in the madness of the moment.

“Let go for me again, princess,” he urged, his voice laced with a dark hunger. “I want to feel you come around me.”

His breath hot against your skin, you could feel the tension building, both of you teetering on the precipice of something profound. The delicate dance of pleasure wrapped around you, binding you closer together. You arched your back, desperate for more, your body aching.

“Just like that,” he whispered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers racing down your spine. You could hear the urgency in his tone, the need that mirrored your own. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, craving the sweet release. The room filled with the sounds of your shared ecstasy—breathless gasps, soft moans, and the sweet melody of bodies moving in perfect harmony. With one final thrust you came around him one final time with a cry.

With one final Thrust of his own, he captured your gaze, and in that moment, you felt him let go. The powerful rush of his release sent waves of heat through you, and you could feel him spilling into you, filling you completely with a low groan.

As the waves of ecstasy began to subside, he slowly pulled out, a mix of tenderness and lingering desire in each deliberate movement. The warmth of his body left a lingering heat, and the sudden emptiness felt both startling and oddly intimate. You felt the weight of his gaze as you both lay there, the aftermath wrapping around you like a soft blanket.

For a moment, silence enveloped you, broken only by the soft sounds of your breathing gradually returning to normal. The room was thick with tension, the kind that seemed to pulse with the echoes of what had just transpired. You could still feel the remnants of his warmth surrounding you, the faintest ache reminding you of the deep connection you had forged in the sweet bliss just moments ago.

He turned to you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of satisfaction and vulnerability, as if he was also processing the intensity of the experience. His fingers brushed through your hair, a tender gesture that sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn’t help but smile, feeling a rush of affection swell within you.

“It was…” he started, searching for the right words, “beyond anything I expected.” you answered voice low, almost a whisper, laden with sincerity. He could see how the rawness of the encounter had affected you too, his usual confidence was softened by the depth of what you’d shared.

he nodded, as you tried to gather your thoughts. The connection felt different, more profound, Nothing that you had ever experienced with Chris. An understanding passed between you—an acknowledgment that this was more than just a fleeting moment. His presence beside you was grounding, comforting, and you reveled in the intimacy of simply lying there together, skin against skin.

The world outside faded away, and in that cocoon of tranquility, it felt as if time had paused, allowing you both to bask in the simplicity of being together. Every breath drawn in was a reminder of the shared pleasures and an exhilarating sense of belonging. You lay there, enveloped in the warmth of his arms, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. James sleepily trailed soft kisses down your shoulders, each gentle touch igniting a warmth that spread through your skin. The comfort of his presence filled the space between you, soothing and incredibly intimate. As you felt his breathing slow, turning into a soft snore, a sense of peace washed over you.

You closed your eyes for a moment, absorbing the atmosphere—the quietude, the warmth, the feeling of being cherished. In this serene bubble, worries about consequences or judgments seemed to fade like shadows in the light. You allowed yourself to embrace the moment, the vibrancy of your feelings, and the possibility of something beautiful unfolding.

You didn’t want to think about what tomorrow might bring or how you would confront Chris. All you could focus on was the way he held you, the way his arm wrapped protectively around you, making you feel safe. In that moment, nothing else mattered. The only thing on your mind was falling asleep in the warm embrace of James Kelly, letting the softness of his breath lull you into a gentle slumber, where everything felt perfectly right.

ahhh my first story, Thank you so much for reading! it isn’t the best as I’m still experimenting with ideas and writing style but glad I could get something out there!

#fanfic #oneshot #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen #james kelly smut #james kelly x reader #star wars #i need him #anakin x reader #pleak #plz reblog #i hope you like it

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