#james kelly x y/n

[weixuldo]

Who's your Daddy?

Older!James Kelly x f!reader

(SORRY FOR BEING GONE SO LONG OMLLLL- i’ve never written anything other than starwars lol- but I hope this is enjoyable. I also havent ever written fauxscest and I wouldn't say i'm really into it, but I feel like it fits the character lowkey)

One of James' customer mistakes you for his daughter and you actually play along...James isnt thrilled

warnings: dead dove do not eat?, Fauxscest, age gap, orgasm denial, just regular schmegular smex, name calling,

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 “Fuck Jamie!” you squealed as DILF!James Kelly harshly bent you over the old camaro that had been sitting in his shop for the past two weeks. 

His strong tattooed hand had your nicely curled hair in a strong grip as he smacked your ass with the other. “You wanna act like a child so bad, then I’ll treat you like one” he said as he continued to spank you. 

Earlier, James had been finishing up a job on an old Ford pickup and was negotiating payment with the owner when you skipped out from inside the shop wearing shorts and a tank top.

In James’ “office”- really just a room with a chair and desk that he’d toss papers on (or eat you out on)- he had a bowl of candy just in case a client brought around their kids. James never really knew what to do with kids, but you told him having a candy jar would make him seem less scary.

Of course he had one the next day.

But clients never really brought their kids around the shop so you got to enjoy the majority of the candy. Today you were feeling the cherry lollipop and twirled it around your mouth as you scampered out to see what James was up to. 

As you walked out you saw James broad back facing you as he stood with his arms crossed towards a gruff man with gray hair. They looked like they were talking shop- how boring.

You sighed and were about to go back inside when the gray haired man noticed you. 

“Kelly, you never mentioned ya had kids?”. 

James was taken aback- kids? 

He turned to see what the man was looking at when his icy eyes landed on your tantalizing form; it was nearly 97 degrees and humid as fuck- why the hell did you look so good?

He subconsciously licked his bottom lip before remembering the man’s comment; he turned back just about to protest when you skipped up to him and threw your arms around him. 

“He’s never mentioned me?” you said with a fake pout. 

“But dad- I thought you were proud of me? Why don’t you tell your friends about me?” 

James was too stunned to speak- sure, you’d occasionally call him “daddy” in bed but he never thought that act would leave the bedroom. His left eye twitched as he looked down at your doe eyed expression. 

“Haha- I’m sure yer Dad’s proud of ya kiddo- probably just wanted to hide you away cause you’d have all the boys riled up” the gray haired man chuckled as James fought to keep his frustration at bay. 

“Is that why daddy?” you asked innocently. 

James was pissed

…

and extremely turned on.

But he was really bothered that his client was obviously checking you out right in front of him. He clenched his jaw once more before straining out an answer. 

“Yea thats why, sweetheart. I’d hate to have to get the shotgun out of the shed for something other than hunting” he falsely smiled. 

You hugged him once more before heading back inside “Well I’ll let you two keep talking- Thanks for choosing my dad’s shop” you smiled at the man before your boyfriend. 

He shot back a bright grin “Not a problem darlin’, I’ll be sure to come to yer Dad’s shop from now on haha”. 

James clenched his fists at his sides, he could feel himself losing his composure.

The man finally paid James and added a little extra and told him to “buy somethin’ nice for that daughter of yer’s”. 

Oh- James would definitely not be buying you something nice after the little stunt you just pulled. 

“She's a looker Kelly, better keep an eye on her'' the man commented once more before hopping into his newly fixed truck. 

James just nodded as he counted the money the man paid him, “Yea, i’m always lookin at her- especially when she's bouncing on my cock”. 

The old man’s eyes almost popped out of his sockets; “Pardon?!”. 

James finally met his eye once more with a smug look, “Yea, she’s not my daughter- that’s my girlfriend”. 

The man just sat with the truck held in reverse as he tried to replay the whole interaction. 

“And I’m gonna fuck her raw for that shit she just pulled- Thanks for the tip and have a nice day” he said before shoving the cash into his pocket and shutting the garage gate. 

You had taken a seat at James’ desk as you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. You thought it was funny to play with him like that but you didn’t think it would get him too worked up- so when you heard him call for you to come out to the garage your body buzzed with nervous excitement. 

He had called your name harsher than he normally would so you could tell he was feeling some type of way but you couldn’t quite put your finger on what… were you about to be lectured, yelled at, or fucked? 

Maybe all three heh

James was standing domineeringly with his feet slightly parted and arms crossed tight as you entered the garage. 

“Yesss? What’s wrong Jamie” you answered innocently. 

He clicked his tongue and cut his eyes, “you know damn well what you were doing”. 

You pouted your pretty lips and shook your head, “I don’t really see anything wrong with joking” you said smugly. 

Annnd now you’re here, bent over his camaro with him ruthlessly plunging his thick cock in and out of you.

James’ veins popped as he tugged at your hair with one hand and angled your hips up with the other. He was panting like an animal as he forcefully thrusted into you, heavy balls slapping against your swollen clit. 

“Fuck, please! Jamie- Slow down!” you cried as you grounded yourself on the hood of the old car as your boyfriend hit it from the back. 

“Jamie?” he questioned, squeezing your ass harder.

“James!” you managed.

He let out a low chuckle that made you even wetter than before, “you wanted to call me dad so bad earlier, what happened, doll?”. 

You could hear his stupid smirk in the way he spoke, you wanted to say something but all that was coming out were pathetic whimpers and moans.

You felt him shudder as you clenched your gummy walls around his throbbing cock- “s-shit” he cursed under his breath as he slowly pulled out until just his tip was left in you. 

Your eyes were already brimming with tears-but when he stopped his movements, the tears started to flow. Your poor pussy ached for him to slide between your folds- once he started, you needed him to finish. 

It was almost criminal how empty you felt without your boyfriend’s dick inside of you. You began to whine the longer he held still. 

“You think you’re so slick, little brat” he growled as his rough palm made contact with your bright red ass cheek for the umpteenth time. 

He leaned down to whisper in your ear and you felt the cool silver of his cross chain as it slid down your arched spine. 

“Who am I” he asked with a dangerous lilt to his voice. 

“James” you cried again, you knew that was the wrong answer but you needed him to keep going.

Without warning he plunged into you and bottomed out as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. But just as fast as he was in, he had resumed the previous position. 

“Incorrect” he said before pulling completely out. 

You whimpered before he flipped you around so that you were staring at his flushed face; God he was perfect. Looking down between the two of you- his hard cock was completely coated in your combined juices and twitched as he stood over you. 

He grabbed your hips and lined himself up with your aching core once more before shoving himself in with an abrupt snap of his hips. You gripped onto his forearms as you yelped. 

“Who am I” he asked once more, his voice low with lust. 

“D-Daddy” you cried in humiliation as you shied away from James’ watchful eyes. 

He halted his movements and leaned closer to your ear, “Almost. What did you call me earlier, doll?” he said with a devious smirk. 

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, “...dad”. 

“What was that baby? Didn’t hear ya” James taunted. 

“DAD!” you wailed as you dug your nails into your older man’s forearms. 

“That’s it, Sweetheart” he smiled as he quickened his pace. 

You moaned as his sloppy thrusts jiggled your breasts around for Jame’s viewing pleasure. You felt your high approaching fast. 

“Fuck- I”m close- I” you cried as James continued diving deeper and deeper into your sopping cunt. 

James bit his bottom lip and pulled out as fast as he had been fucking you; leaving you with a disappointingly empty feeling. You gasped at the loss of his massive member and your eyes shot open to see why your boyfriend felt the need to pull out. 

There he was in all of his glory; brow adorned with sweat , face flushed, brows drawn together, and lips parted. Soon you felt his warm ropes of cum spilling onto your stomach, you whimpered at the wasted seed and your lost orgasm. 

He finished stroking himself with a shudder and squeezed out the rest of his spend onto you with a low groan. 

“W-why?” you almost cried as your boyfriend began to clean himself off. 

“Good girls wouldn’t cum from their dad’s dick-” he tossed you a towel from the hanger on the wall, “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, little one”. 

“Once you’ve had time to think about your actions and clean up- maybe I’ll consider letting you cum” he said before leaving you alone and empty in his dim office. 

***

lol I hope you enjoyed :)

[anakinstwinklebunny]

JAMES KELLY isn’t just a man who likes going down on you--he lives for it. To him, it’s not just foreplay; it’s a full-on religion where he’s your most devoted worshipper.

He’ll strip you slowly, rough hands sliding up your plush thighs with such care, eyes locked on yours like he’s savoring your impaction. “Lay back for me, baby,” he murmurs, voice deep and commanding yet with enough softness to make your breath hitch. “Let me take care of you like I always do"

And when you do? He's feral. Drags your panties down with his teeth if you allow him, a few day stubble brushing your skin in a way that has you squirming before he even touches you where you need him most.

But one thing to give him credit for - James doesn’t rush. He starts slow, kissing up your thighs, licking and nipping at your sensitive skin, leaving faint marks as if he's just getting ready to leave more “So fuckin’ soft,” he mutters, voice muffled against you. “and all mine.”

The first swipe of his tongue is teasing, just a slow flick that makes you gasp. And when he hears it? It's over. That’s all the encouragement he needs to hear before his tongue slides over your folds in this maddening way.

“Fuck, you’re dripping for me already,” he groans, pulling back just enough to let you hear how wet you are for him.

James is greedy, relentless. His tongue alternates between slow, languid strokes that make you melt and those sharp, more focused flicks that have your toes curling, eyes rolling. He sucks on your clit, drawing out broken gasps from your lips, and when you tug on his hair--nothing but hard--he groans into you, making sure the sound would vibrate against your folds

“Fuck, baby, you taste so sweet,” he rasps, voice hoarse and breathless as he looks up at you, with his lips shiny with your slick. “Could stay here forever, bury my face in this perfect pussy. You want that?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer; he knows you want it, even need it as much as he does. Those large hands grip your hips, pulling you even closer, tongue delving deeper as he hums in pure satisfaction. Every moan, every whimper you let out spurs him on - movements becoming more frantic, more desperate to make you come again, again and again till you both pass out.

“You’re shaking, sweetheart,” he murmurs, fingers digging into the pushiness of your thigh “You gonna come for me? Gonna give me what I want? Fill my mouth with your pretty juice?"

And how can you not when he's so great? But even if you came, he just doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, tongue and fingers working in tandem to drag out every second of your climax until you’re trembling beneath him, breathless and wrecked. “That’s it,” voice rough with pride. “Good girl. So fuckin’ perfect for me.”

And when he’s done? When you’re lying there, boneless and spent, he leans up, kissing you deeply to let you taste yourself on his mouth.

I've been craving my Jammie :(( and my pretty Vader

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[secretly-tumb1r]

We need a dom Sam monroe, taking readers virginity

a/n:tysm for the request!! i tried my best🥲

warnings: p in v (wrap it before you tap it!!), cream pie😋, older brother’s best friend sam, age gap reader is 18 sam is 22(idk just random ages pleak) slow asf burn i cant control myself 😔😭

You were sat on your couch in the living room, when your brother rudely interrupted the show you were watching.

“get this girly shit off Sam’s coming over” he said snatching the remote out of your hand

“ugh give it back! can’t you guys just hang out in your room?” you whine and stand up to follow him to the kitchen

He rolled his eyes and went out to the shed to get the weed ready, fucking stoners you thought to yourself. You pretended to act annoyed when you learned Sam was coming over, but part of your was excited. He was soo fucking delicious with his dyed hair and eyeliner and that damn labaret piercing that made his lips look so entrancing.

you quickly ran up to your room and changed into something tighter, booty shorts and a low cut tank top with no bra on. no matter what, sam was gonna be yours tonight. you took your previous place on the couch and waited for your eye candy to be delivered.

about 20 mins later, sam arrived. your heart sank in excitement and you could feel your panties dampening at the thought of him.

“hey dude” sam said to your brother “hey y/n” he winked at you and you nearly fainted. “ey let’s go to the shed cmon” your brother said “yeah one sec gotta piss” sam said his eyes never leaving yours. “alr dude have at it meet me in the shed tho” and with that your brother left.

your focus drifted back onto your show you turned back on but truly, your heart was beating out of your ears. Sam was leaning against as a wall, his eyes scanning your entire body and that dammed piercing pulled between his teeth.

he pushed off the wall and made his way towards you, the closer he got, the more evident his scent became. cigarettes and cheap cologne made your pussy ache and clench against nothing. you wished it was clenching against his cock.

he moved till he was standing infront of you, you tried your best to keep your attention on the show ahead of you, but all focus was thrown out the window the second his finger touched your chin and pulled your head up to look him in the eyes.

he came close to your face, you were practically sharing air, and your lips were mere inches apart. your eyes fluttered shut as you expected him to kiss you. you heard him chuckle as he released your chin and with a smirk said “so needy f’ me huh? meet me at 12 tonight” and with that he followed your brother to the shed, leaving you breathless.

later that night, you kept looking at the time. luckily for you, your brother knocked out at around half 11, and just as the time struck midnight, a knock came on your door. you approached it and whispered “sam?” “yeah it’s me baby let me in” you quietly opened your door and he immediately cupped your face and kissed you so harshly your knees buckled.

“do you want this?” sam asked checking your eyes for denial.

“yes.” was all you needed to say before his lips attacked your neck and his hands wandered down into your waistband. he groaned when he noticed you weren’t wearing any panties.

“good fucking slut” he mumbled.

“wait sam- i’m a..” you trailed off

“shit baby.” he closed his eyes and threw his head back, the confession seemed to turn him on even more.

“don’t you worry pretty girl i’ll take care of you” and with that he ripped your shorts off and dived straight into your pussy.

his mouth was wonderful and you had never felt anything like it before, he added a finger than two and you could see stars. he was so skilled your mind had emptied and the only thing you could muster out was his same.

“shh baby we don’t wanna up your brother now do we? don’t wanna let him see his little sister getting fucking like the dirty whore she is”

his dirty words made you clench around his fingers

“shit baby cutting my fingers there fuck”

“sam. please need you” you panted through breaths

“aw needy girl, needs to be fucked doesn’t she?” he took his pants off and you were left in shock.

it was massive. not like you had anything to compare it to but, how the fuck was that gonna fit inside you.

his tip teased your entrance and just as you were about to moan loudly he stuck his thumb in your mouth “that’s it baby suck on it”

his hips moved further into your virgin pussy and he groaned through clenched teeth,

“fuck you gon milk me dry with this tight fucking pussy” he was now half way into your cunt and your head was exploding

the stretch was so delicious and you were so wet it didn’t hurt at all.

“sam please”you mumbled past his thumb you didn’t know what you were pleading for but you needed him

he suddenly thrusted hard into you and you screamed muffled by his thumb

he picked up a steady pace as his other free hand came to your clit rubbing it in assertive circles. your back arched and your head was thrown back. this was pure bliss

“fuck i might not last longer, tight fucking pussy been keeping this from me for this long? fucking whore”

one, two, three more thrusts and he came inside you painting your gummy walls white. his orgasm triggered yours and you came with a high pitched whine. your body was twitching in overstimulation and sam pulled out

“oh shit i-“

“it’s fine sam i’m on the pill” you gasped

“fuck. you’re perfect”

you fell asleep in eachothers arms but when you woke up, sam was gone.

[samonroegf]

calling james kelly dad, dead dove do not eat, smut. ᝰ masterlist

his cock is piledriving you, james kelly is fucking you dumb. a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth, your face pushed into the pillows. one hand secured to your hip, helping him keep a steady pace.

“you still with me?” his voice is almost mocking, making fun of you for losing all your words and thoughts. such a smart girl, usually but now you can't even mumble coherently.

a smack to your ass brings you back to life, like your spirit has been pushed back into your body, “said are you still with me? do i need to stop? thought you could take it,” he tsks, he's definitely making fun of you.

“m here, please don’ stop dad, need to come, please.” you're whining and your words don't feel like yours. tears spilling over at the immense pleasure you're feeling.

his hips slow down, needing you to be somewhat there. “you jus call me dad?” his tone is in shock, like it went straight to his dick.

you're embarrassed, flabbergasted. that kind of thing you try so hard to usually hide, just slipped out from his touch.

“sorry,” you mumble, barely being able to hear of the sound of slapping skin.

“say it again, baby, come on my good girl. i need to hear it again.” he retreats to his fast pace and you're screaming into the pillows.

“mm, dad, make me feel so good, nobody makes me feel like you do. love taking daddy’s cock, wan’ you to fill me up.” that's all it takes and he's putting out his cigarette.

both of his hands on your hips, fucking you hard and deep. harsh fingers rub quick on your clit, “fuck!” he's groaning, his teeth now digging into your shoulder, which senda you over the edge. creaming on his cock, he's right behind you.

forces himself not to get lost, so he can watch his cum slide down your thighs, using his cock to push it back in, “wouldn’t wanna waste any of this, huh, princess?”

[anisangeldust]

Kinktober day 3 - James Kelly Ѽ ꣑ৎ

Warnings: breeding kink, pregnant sex, use of ‘mama’ and ‘daddy’, p in v, oral (f receiving), lactation kink, nipple play, mentions of weight gain.

A/N: James Kelly my baby daddy!! Sorry if I didn’t do the feeling of breastfeeding justice, I’ve never been pregnant nor lactated<3 This came to me in a dream and I had to do it as one of the days!! Eek!!

“My back is fucking killing me Jamie!” You whine and look in the mirror, the jeans you were able to wear only two weeks ago now wouldn’t button. “And I look fucking ugly! This baby hasn’t even come and I’m feeling the baby weight!” You start to cry softly. The pregnancy hormones had been kicking your ass, and despite James being nothing but supportive, you couldn’t help but miss the body you had before the baby bump.

Like your body could already feel your pain, a sharp buzz hit your nipple, the sting like you had been poked with a needle. “Fuck!” You whimper and hold your boob gently. James had already been holding you to ease your tears, but now as your body seemed to be in genuine pain, he felt even worse. “I know mama, I know.. it’s okay..” he slurs into your ear, gently massaging your sore nipple.

There was a sudden weird feeling in your nipple, one you’d never experienced before. They felt heavy, swollen, and very, very sensitive. A heat pooled between your legs as your husband gently brushed his large thumb over your lactating nipples, the fabric of your shirt becoming wet with milk.

There was a tent in James’ pants, why was his wife producing milk so hot? His mind was flooded with thoughts of lapping up the milky liquid while having you ride him, being able to play with those sensitive nipples.. it made his dick stand tall. “Baby..” he murmured and gently ran his hand over your growing bump. “Your body is so beautiful.. how could i ever repay you for making me a daddy?” He grunts before leading you to your guys’ shared bed.

Sitting you down, James gently makes a rest for you out of pillows before tugging down the jeans you were crying about being too small. The tears now gone from your eyes as you watched your husband get on his knees to worship your pregnant body. “Jamie.. so wet..” you mumble while rubbing your bump. He growls before ghosting the same thumb over your puffy clit “I know.. I know” James coos.

The sight of you full of his child always did it for him. He had done that, he had stuffed you full. now your pussy was dripping from just some small nipple rubbing, and who was he to deny his pregnant wife of an orgasm or three? Without much warning, James shoved his face in your cunt, lapping and licking at your sopping hole. He’s never get tired of spreading you open like this, or of hearing you groan.

“Jamie.. Ja- oh!” You while and wiggle, cumming almost instantly from the sensation. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t 18 weeks pregnant, and the orgasm was very much needed in term of regulation of hormones. “Let’s get this off.. boobs must be killing you mama..” James sits down and lifts you into his lap, pulling off your shirt and unclipping your bra expertly. Your boobs fall out of their hold and your nipples leak with milk. “Can I..?” He mumbles heavily, massaging your red areolas, the movements only coaxing out more milk.

“Mhm.. please, they hurt” you nod in agreement. James latches onto your nipple and greedily sucks at the milk, his cock becoming painfully hard with each stroke of his tongue. James lifts you by the hips so he can get his dick free. The baby was only about the size of a nectarine, no use in being super gentle yet. Once his dick springs free, he detached from your boob softly. “Careful baby..” James coos softly, easing you down onto his cock. You’d never get tired of his cock, it filled you up so deliciously… “oh.. Jamie..” you croaked out, your whole body sensitive and slightly sore.

“I’ve got you mama, just relax..” he groans, full tits bouncing in his face and milk dripping down onto his lap. “Oh fuck baby.. so fucking pretty, you’re so full huh? So full of my baby.. gonna be such a pretty mama..” james grunts as he licks all over your nipples. For the second time that night, you cum embarrassingly quickly. The feeling washing over you as you fall forward onto your husband’s strong chest.

Your right clenching on him makes James growl and shoot his seed into you with a “fuckfuckfuck.. oh baby..” and a tight hold on your hips. As soon as you had both calmed, he gently peppered kisses along your shoulders and sternum. “Don’t ever talk down on yourself, your body is beautiful, and it always will be.”

[erosmutt]

/ thinkin' bout﹒☆

﹒body worship w/ james + chubby reader﹒⌅

⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 24.04.08

"god, you don't get it babygirl," james murmurs into your skin. you were trying to prepare dinner when he came in and just attached himself to you. his hands were all over you, especially on your pudgy stomach. it was his absolute favorite part of you.

his hands roam to your lovehandles, squeezing. down over the front of your thighs, up your front again, to your plush tits. "fuck me," he buries his face into your neck, drunk off the feeling of your soft body.

"james," you begin, dicing up some veggies. "let me cook." he groans, once again grabbing at your stomach. "please babydoll," you sigh and set the knife down, deciding it was futile to try and continue. he was in your way. "please what, jay? do you want dinner or not?"

"fuck dinner," his cock was twitching in his jeans. "let me show you somethin'. turn around." you sigh and turn, and much to your surprise, james drops to his knees in front of you. "what are you doing?" you hiss, but james doesn't budge. he runs his hands up your thighs, then grabs at your wide hips. "you ain't got no idea baby. been thinkin' bout you all fuckin' day."

you knew james liked big girls, but you never thought he would worship one. but he did take pride in you being his girl. you could cook a meal like nobody's business, had a good head on your shoulders, and you were a sight for sore eyes. every time you'd stop by the shop to hand him his lunch, all his coworkers would tease him about his snowbunny girlfriend, telling him how lucky he was and how he better keep you close.

oh but trust, he knew better. there was no way in hell he would fuck up - especially not when you had an ass like that.

[donnieslvrgrl]

cw : none, just pure fluff

James watches you from the corner of his eye, a small smile playing on his lips as you hum contently, enjoying the breakfast he prepared. He feels a sense of pride, knowing that he's the one who made you happy, who provided for you.

once you guys finish the food and the dishes are done, James takes a seat at the kitchen table, a mug of coffee in hand. He watches you, admiring the way you look in the morning light, your hair tousled from sleep, your skin still carrying the flush of their lovemaking from the night before.

"I love you." he says, his voice soft but filled with emotion. "You know that, right?"

you turn to him, your eyes meeting his, and he sees the love reflected in them. It's a love that's pure, innocent, and all-consuming, and it makes James feel like the luckiest man in the world.

"I know, jamie," you reply, setting your mug down and walking over to him. you climb into his lap, arms wrapping around his neck, your face nuzzling into his chest. "I love you too."

James wraps his arms around you, holding you close, feeling your heart beating in sync with his own. In that moment, everything feels right in the world, and he knows that no matter what happens, they'll face it together, their love a beacon of light in the darkness.

"You're my everything, princess," he murmurs, his lips pressed against your hair. "My heart, my soul, my reason for living."

you smile, fingers tracing patterns on his chest, and James feels his heart swell with love and devotion. and you can’t help but move closer to him, arms wrapping around his shoulders, face nuzzling into his neck. breathing in the smell of his cologne, humming softly as you relax into his grasp.

he presses another kiss to your temple, big arms enclosing you in them and pulling you flush against his chest. nose burying itself in your hair and lungs filling with the sweet scent of you.

[americ4nheist]

james kelly x female reader where she’s a ballerina and he’s his boyfriend who helps her practice, holding and lifting her, but taking advantage of those moments to touch her inappropriately and turn her on

[maevesversion]

James Kelly

•Sweetheart

[starrdream]

A sam smut fic like he hears u talking to ur friends about how "sex is overrated" and he proves reader wrong

hope u like it xoxo

Sam Monroe x f!reader summary: Sam overhears the conversation you had with your friends.. includes: SMUT, rough sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, idk what else

This isn’t exactly a conversation you have at your lunch table at school.

"No, I’m telling you, it’s not that fun." You shrug, taking another bite of your sandwich. "People hype it up too much."

"Oh shut up, y/n." One of your girlfriends groaned, rolling her eyes. "You just hadn't had your guts rearranged yet and that's okay."

Nor in any public space to be honest.

"Jesus could you be any more graphic?" You snort. "Besides, I still think it's overrated."

"No but seriously, I don't think it's as bad as you take it to be." Another friend chimes in. "Maybe the guy was just bad."

"I don't think so." You shake your head.

"Yeah I don't know..you always get with fugly guys I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.." The first friend chuckles.

"Yeah your taste in men is awful." The second friend agrees. "They probably don't even know what they're doing.."

"Aren't you a virgin?" You ask the second girl, tilting your head. That shut her up real quick.

Unbeknownst to you, Sam was sitting at the table behind you, soaking up every word from the conversation you just had with your friends.

A part of him was sure he could change your mind. What even were the odds that you actually didn't enjoy it as much as any other horny teenager?

Mustering all the courage he had, Sam decided to shoot his shot...

The room was thick with heat. Every thrust sent shockwaves through your body, the slick, wet sounds filling the space between breathless moans. Your fingers twisted into the sheets, knuckles turning white as you braced yourself against the force of his thrusts

"Fuck, fuck, fuck.." You yelped as Sam's thick length kept thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace.

"Yeah? What was that?" Sam teases you, leaning against your back to nip at your neck. His voice is a deep rasp against your ear

"Please Sam.." You moaned, voice shaky, pathetic-desperate.

"Please what? You want it harder? Is this not good enough?" He coos breathlessly.

"Ngh-Sam.." You gasp.

"Mid stuff right? Well I'm about to fuck the doubt right out of you." He groans, gripping your hips tighter as he pounds into your throbbing pussy.

Your moans and whimpers become muffled as you bury your face in a pillow, arching your back and pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.

The pressure built inside you, twisting and coiling, ready to consume you whole.

"Yeah? I think you're really starting to enjoy it now." He chuckles, one hand caressing and softly squeezing your ass.

Spreading your knees further with his knee, he allows himself to take you deeper.

"Oh right there-" You whine, pushing your head further against the pillow.

"Ah-ah-ah, can't have any of that.." He scolds. Sam’s hand suddenly tangled in your hair, yanking your head up.

His pace stuttered for just a moment before he recovered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Let me hear you pretty girl." He teases softly.

Sam continues to pound into you from behind, strained grunts and soft whimpers escaping him every now and then. He's painfully hard inside you-the view of you arched and spread out before him only making it worse.

You convulse around him, gripping the sheets tighter as you babble nonsense. Seems like he did fuck your brains out because not a single coherent sentence left your mouth from that point on.

"You gonna cum f'me? Hm?" Sam asks, voice hoarse and rough.

"Fuck..mhh, gonna.." You mutter, words interrupted by pathetic whimpers and wails.

"I didn't quite catch that.." Sam repeats teasingly, but the way he was thrusting into you was anything but gentle.

"Nghh" You mewl in response, loosing your mind at the sensations.

"Mhm, that's what I thought." He tilts your hips up, changing the angle and rubbing against your spot repeatedly.

Sam.

The only word you could say out loud and the only thing on your mind as your eyes welled with tears. He kept rambling something but you were too lost in the pleasure to make out what he's saying.

Your walls flutter and clamp down on him, causing him to let out a soft moan. And that was enough. An orgasm crashed over you-hips bucking, thighs shaking and lip quivering.

Sam wasn't far behind you, unleashing his load into your pussy before pulling out and leaving you aching and sore.

"Fucked you stupid, didn't I?" He snorts as he turns you over, wiping some of your tears away.

"Don't cry. You did so good for me." He coos 'innocently' as his fingers trail down to your sensitive hole.

"Sam-" Your weak and meaningless protest is interrupted by Sam shoving two fingers inside of you, curling and pumping in and out steadily.

Was it too much? Yes. But gosh you never wanted him to stop.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

JAMES KELLY HEADCANONS 🧰

TW: at some point it contains filthy, crazy sexual content, so if you're feeling uncomfortable with it, please do not read

James Kelly who met you during his work. At first he gave you few glances here and there but as you started to appear more often something started to stir in his heart

James Kelly who, from that time, always offered you his services and tried to bargain his friends so they would give him you as his new customer;

From the very first moment James saw you in his workplace, something shifted deep within him. It was a sensation that swept through his heart and stomach, enveloping his senses in a way he couldn’t ignore. Every time you visited the mechanical engineering shop, his ears would perk up at the sound of your sweet, melodic voice. He found himself irresistibly drawn to you, stealing furtive glances as you nervously tried to explain the issue with your car to his friend and coworker.

As the days passed and your visits became less frequent, a hollow emptiness settled in his heart. The absence of your presence left a noticeable void, making him long for your return. His thoughts were consumed by you, turning over the idea of you being his customer rather than just someone who came in occasionally. So, what's better way to make it happen than to persuade his friends to let him take over your case? “C’mon, please,” he sighed, trailing behind Jackson who headed toward the sink.

“james, I’m working,” Jackson replied, turning on the water to wash his hands, a splash of soapy bubbles momentarily obscuring his skin.

James leaned casually against the sink, his arms crossed over his chest, his posture radiating both confidence and a touch of impatience.

“Come on, man,” he said, his tone a mix of desperation. “Just once. I’ll owe you a favor, I swear.” He tilted his head slightly to the side, his eyes pleading in a way that made it clear how important this was to him.

Jackson glanced over at him, a hint of skepticism in his expression. “And what’s in it for me if I agree?”

A knowing smirk tugged at the corners of James' lips. He was on the brink of winning this argument and he loved it. “You name the price,” he said, his voice steady and assured.

Every time you stopped by the shop, James felt a flurry of butterflies in his stomach, as if his entire body were electrified with anticipation. His heart pounded so fiercely against his chest that it seemed to echo in his ears. He didn't understand it. He didn't even know you that much to have some kind of 'crush' on you. But maybe that's the case? Maybe people don't have to know each other so much to be attracted to them. He just wished he'd not mistake himself in thinking about you more as some customer, more as just friend.

Yet it felt like he won a lottery; you were beautiful, seemed so sweet and kind, had a sense of humor.. and the moment you appeared, a wide, genuine smile would spread across his face. He made a concerted effort not to stare too long, but even his best efforts couldn’t entirely tame his wandering gaze.

“Um… hi, is Jackson here?” your sweet voice chimed, cutting through the noise of the shop.

At the sound of your voice, James' heart skipped a beat, just as it did every single time you came around. He looked up from his work, his blue eyes instantly drawn to your figure

“Ah, no, he’s not in today,” he replied, his voice warm and inviting. “Can I help you with something?”

“Oh… he was supposed to check my car,” you said, a hint of disappointment in your voice when you pointed to the black machine behind you

He noticed the subtle disappointment in your voice and gave a small nod, seizing the chance to spend more time with you.

“Well, I’m not doing anything important right now, so I could take a look at it if you don’t mind,” he offered, his tone both casual and eager.

You thought about it for a moment. Jackson's not here, yet he promised to be there, your car in huge need to be checked out, a tall, handsome-looking guy with veiny hands in oil.. “Sure,” you replied, a hint of relief in your voice at his offer. It was important for you. So your car would have a proper care it needs and if someone offers you help and seems genuine about it, why refuse?

He pushed himself up from the hood of the other car he’d been leaning on and looked at you, taking in your slender form once more, your striking (e/c) eyes, and those plump lips that always seemed to captivate him.

“May I get your keys?” he asked, extending his hand in an attempt to appear as nonchalant as possible and forget about the awkward moment

You handed him the keys, and as he took them from your hand, he felt the soft warmth of your skin against his. His gaze followed the gentle graze of your fingers over his palm, which seemed to send a shiver through his body. He swallowed thickly to brush it off. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable and think of him as a perv

“Alright, I’ll take a look at it,” he said, already heading toward your car with a sense of purpose. Over his shoulder, he called out, “And you’re… Y/N, right?” He feigned uncertainty, though he obviously knew your name perfectly well

“Yes, did something happen?” you asked, your curiosity piqued with hint of worry

James inserted the key into the ignition, but he didn’t start the car. Instead, he popped the hood and peered inside at the engine.

“No, no,” he began, his voice thoughtful as he leaned over the opened hood, his tongue briefly touching his lower lip as he considered his words. After a moment, he sighed. “Jackson’s been swamped with clients lately, so he handed off a few to me… and you’re one of them.”

“Oh…” you replied, a bit surprised by the news.

He leaned further into the car, reaching for something under the engine. In this position, he had an unobstructed view of you—one that made his thoughts wander more than he cared to admit. He grasped a specific tool and began working on the engine, trying hard to focus on the task rather than the fact that you were so close.

“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind that it’s me taking care of you,” he said, attempting to lighten the mood. “I mean, not you personally, but… your car.” his tone slightly nervous. Yet to his surprise, you giggled at his awkwardness, the sound bright and uplifting his slightly crashed mood from moments ago

James Kelly who dyed his hair when he found out you like guys with darker hair at the beginning of your relationship (although you were sad that he did it and felt bad for somehow 'pushing' him to this decision)

James Kelly whose evenings often involve hanging out in his garage. It’s where he’s most at home, and he loves having you there with him. You might sit on a stool, sipping coffee while he works, occasionally handing him tools or just enjoying his company as he explains the nuances of car repair in his unique, enthusiastic way.

James Kelly who has a 'mechanic’s touch'. His hands, skilled and gentle from working with delicate engine parts, translate into tender, careful touches when he’s with you

James Kelly who has a soft spot for personal projects, especially ones that involve old, classic cars. He loves restoring vintage vehicles, and he often involves you in these projects;

James' eyes widened in awe as the old car was wheeled into his workshop. It was a vintage marvel, the kind of machine that whispered tales of a bygone era. The worn, weathered metal seemed to glow under the workshop lights, and his fingers twitched with impatience, itching to trace every curve, every detail of the car that had captured his imagination.

“Hell yeah,” he murmured, his voice a low, reverent whisper. A satisfied grin crept across his face as he took in the car's elegant lines and timeless design. “Look how beautiful this baby is.”

You glanced at the car, a little less impressed. “It’s… okay,” you mumbled, your voice lacking the enthusiasm he clearly felt.

His head whipped around to face you, disbelief etched into his features. For a moment, he just stared, as if trying to comprehend how anyone could see this masterpiece as merely okay. Then, with a snort and a roll of his eyes, he let out a soft chuckle.

“Okay?” he echoed, his tone almost incredulous. “This baby is a classic masterpiece. You’re looking at a piece of history, something built with passion and precision. There’s nothing just okay about it.”

His eyes sparkled with excitement as he turned back to the car, already envisioning the work he would do. To him, this wasn’t just a car—it was a labor of love, a chance to bring a piece of history back to life.

"Jimmy," you sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his chest. "I’m just not as into cars as you are."

He felt himself soften at your touch, almost melting into your embrace. But before he could fully surrender to the warmth of your hug, he let out another amused snort. With a gentle hand, he lifted your chin, tilting your face up toward him so your eyes met.

"You’re hopeless," he teased, his tone light and playful. He leaned down and pressed a quick, affectionate kiss to your forehead, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"At least tell me I’m more beautiful than this car," you quipped, your voice laced with a hint of mock seriousness.

He chuckled softly, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly over your skin. His eyes, a deep and vibrant blue, gazed into yours with a warmth that melted your insides. They were filled with soft, gentle affection, a look reserved only for you.

"Oh, doll," he murmured, his voice full of sincerity. "You’re way more beautiful than this car. You’re more beautiful than anything in this world."

You smiled when your lips connected in a soft kiss. Every time he was around you, it felt like fireworks were exploding in your stomach, a rush of excitement that never faded. The sensation of your skin against his, the softness of your form wrapped in his embrace, and the subtle, enchanting scent of your hair—it was all intoxicating. You were his personal addiction, a perfect drug he couldn’t get enough of, and each touch, each kiss only deepening his need for you.

“So…” he murmured, reluctantly pulling away just enough to rest his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck, “…what color should we make this car?”

A playful grin spread across your face. “Pink.”

Anakin chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest although something changed in his expression, “Pink? Really? Not red, orange, or yellow, but pink?”

“Why not?” you shot back with a teasing glint in your eyes.

"It's just… wrong on so many levels. Sorry, baby, but this is not a damn Barbie car," he muttered with a shudder, a grimace twisting his features as if the very thought of turning a classic car pink physically pained him.

"But it'd be pretty," you replied with a sweet smile, undeterred.

He stared at you, still processing the idea that you seriously wanted to paint this car pink. His mind struggled to reconcile the vision of a tough, masculine machine with the image of it decked out in pastel colors.

"This car is supposed to be badass," he said, his tone laced with disbelief. "A tough, masculine car. And you just… want to paint it pink?"

You bit your lip, holding back a laugh, and then smiled up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "A cute, baby pink shade… with glitter and jewels."

His soul practically left his body as you listed all the things you wanted to do to the car. He couldn’t believe you wanted to turn a classic, vintage masterpiece into something straight out of a fairytale.

“Are you kidding me? This is a vintage car, baby, and you want to make it sparkle like some kind of princess carriage?” he pleaded, his voice heavy with disbelief. He let out a long, weary sigh, already feeling the inevitable pull of giving in to your whims. Was he really going to agree to this just because he was hopelessly in love with you and couldn’t bear to see you anything but happy?

“Oh, please!” you chimed in, your tone sweet and persuasive.

He looked at you, a pout forming on his lips, his heart caught in the tug-of-war between his love for the car and his love for you. The way you didn’t quite grasp his distress—and the way you so innocently asked for a pink car—left him unable to say "no" outright.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, y’know that?” he grumbled, running a hand through his hair in exasperation.

Your innocent smile only widened, the sparkle in your eyes growing brighter.

He just stood there for a moment, staring at you, trying to find the strength to resist. But finally, he let out a sigh so deep it almost sounded like a defeated groan.

“i am not going to spend hours trying to make this car look decent in freaking pink,” he muttered, shaking his head. “And I swear to god, if you even mention glitter or jewels one more time, I’ll lock you in this workshop and won’t even think about letting you out.”

“Now that’s rude,” you pouted, crossing your arms

James mirrored your stance, crossing his arms over his chest as well, his gaze fixed intently on you. He raised an eyebrow, feigning annoyance, though the small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips betrayed him.

“Oh, and it’s not rude to demand that I paint this car in the most atrocious color and slap glitter on it?” he shot back, his voice dripping with mock indignation.

“If not this car, then another one? Pretty please?” you countered, your tone softening as you tilted your head and gave him those puppy-dog eyes that always seemed to work like magic.

He let out another sigh, the kind that hinted at resignation, but there was no hiding the fond smile that crept onto his lips. You knew he could never resist when you looked at him like that, with those wide, pleading eyes and that sweet, hopeful tone. It was his kryptonite.

“Which other one then?” he murmured, his voice softening as his resolve melted away completely.

James Kelly who loves to show off his work to you since he feels like you're really proud of him

James Kelly who's your one and only engineering. If anything is broken, you call Anakin. If anything needs repair, you call Anakin. If you have to put new furniture together, you call Anakin

James Kelly whose protective nature extends to ensuring your safety. He would always check your car to make sure it’s in perfect condition;

“jimmy, the last time you checked my car was three days ago. Nothing has happened since that day” you said, watching as he anxiously inspected your car, determined to ensure it was in perfect condition.

He straightened up, his expression serious as he leaned against the car with his arms crossed. His eyes held a flicker of concern, betraying the worry he tried to hide.

“You can never be too sure,” he replied firmly, though it was evident he was slightly exaggerating. He ran a hand through his dark hair, ruffling it as he sighed with frustration.

“I just want you to be safe, you know? Let me take care of the car and make sure nothing happens to you,” he muttered, each word underscoring his deep protectiveness.

“You make me think about riding a bike,” you said, rolling your eyes at his overprotectiveness.

“You’d look hot on a bike,” he responded with a wide smirk, his blue eyes locking onto yours with playful admiration.

“Oh, stop. Just—check the car and let’s go,” you said, trying to cut off the conversation.

“Sure, my lady"

James Kelly ho loved to test his motorcycles he fixed;

James had just finished working on the engine of the motorcycle, his hands smeared with grease and oil stains. He wiped them on a dirty cloth, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. There was something about being surrounded by machines that made him feel like a kid again—pure, unbridled joy bubbling up inside him. His eyes traveled to the shiny, black motorcycle, admiring the way the lights danced across the gleaming metal. His body buzzed with excitement at the thought of taking it for a spin.

“Now, it’s for your safety,” he said firmly, as he carefully placed a helmet on your head. “I’m not risking your health nor your life.”

The very idea of something going wrong on the ride—the possibility of an accident—sent a wave of anxiety crashing through him. His stomach tightened, and his heart clenched with worry. He couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to you, not when you meant everything to him. So, even if you were just sitting behind him, he wanted to make sure you were as safe as possible.

He swung his leg over the seat, straddling the motorcycle with practiced ease, and settled in comfortably. With a quick flick of his wrist, he started the engine, the loud, roaring rumble filling the air and sending a powerful vibration through his entire body. “Hop in, pretty girl,” he called out over the noise.

You climbed on behind him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. The moment he felt your body pressed against his back, and your arms encircling him, a sense of contentment washed over him. The warmth of your breath against the back of his neck sent a shiver down his spine. It was one of the best feelings in the world—having you right there with him, close enough that he could reach out and touch you whenever he wanted.

“now hold on tight, doll,” he shouted over the roar of the engine, his voice laced with excitement, as he revved the motorcycle, ready to take off on the open road.

James Kelly who has little rituals that revolve around his work and you. For example, he would always start his day with a quick text to check in on you, and end it with a call to check if youre alright or just to hear your voice

James Kelly who made matching necklaces for both of you

James Kelly who's a big dog person. He'd very often stop by to stroke local dog (if it doesn't have an owner by itself) or gives food if some are wandering around his workplace

James Kelly who used, to your dissatisfaction, shower gel 3 in 1..and even if you've bought him more suitable and better shampoo, he had never used it due to his opinion that 'his shampoo is better and costs less'

James Kelly who had become completely devoted to you, giving all his attention and heart to you. He would do anything to see a smile on your lips and a sparkle in those beautiful eyes of yours. He'd do anything to make you happy, no matter what's the cost. He'd even go against everything and everyone for you if he'd have to

James Kelly who definitely talks you through it

James Kelly who loves to make love to you (obviously) however he, as much as adores sex in bed, he also likes the thrill of making it in the empty workshop..;

"someone could see us" you - tried to - say between moans, your cheeks flushed pink while you held onto James' arms

As often as he does, James ignores your concern, his eyes locked onto yours as he continues to pound into you with no care in the surroundings. "Shh, just let go, sweetheart. No one's around. We're alone out here". he grabs your hips and starts slamming into you harder, the car hood creaking beneath you.

His breath hitches as he feels your nails digging into his skin, his thrusts becoming even more frantic. He almost takes as his goal to hit this sweet spot of yours like he always does. He leans forward, his forehead pressing against your neck as he speaks in a rough, desperate voice. "Yeah..just like that baby..gonna mark this car with your little pretty body..and--oh god--" he groaned after feeling your walls clench and hug him so deliciously "when we're done..whenever I'll look at this car I'll just see your pretty face, those beautiful legs all spread out and waiting for me--"

James Kelly who has a habit to just have you in his lap, while your naked, and play with your breasts. Enamoured by your deliciously perfect taste, he can't help but trace the puffy skin to delicately spread his saliva all over your nipple before taking it back again for the hundreds of time to his mouth, as if almost worshipping your flavour

James Kelly who would definitely finger you while watching TV;

"So wet for me, baby" his fingers glide over your folds, spreading your slickness around in slow, teasing strokes. "Do you want me to touch you here?" his voice rumbled against your ear

"mhm--"

His grin widens, and he slowly slides one finger inside you, his touch gentle yet firm. "Just one to start, alright baby?" He begins to slowly move his finger in and out, his thumb circling your nub. "You're so tight...you like that? Just one finger?"

He tuts disapprovingly to your nod, slowing down his touch although his tone turns into chiming-mocking. "Eyes on the screen, love". He punctuates his words with a slow thrust of his finger "Good girl.." he praised after seeing you submit to him and to give you a prize, he sped up his touch once more, adding another finger and curving them inward to hit that spot. His actions elicited more gasps and moans from your mouth

"Shh, baby...quiet now". He adds a third finger, scissoring them inside you as he rubs your clit with his thumb. "Gotta hear the dialogue..." He whispered directly to your ear

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[samonroegf]

something soft. james kelly blurb. f!reader.

the aroma of james making hamburgers filled the backyard. the muscles of his arm stretched as he flipped the patties so they wouldn't burn. he had a baseball cap on to keep his hair from his face. he grinned widely as you brought him another beer.

he took a swig of the beer, and set it on the deck. he turned to pull you in his arms, either hands on each side of your waist. he swooped down to capture his lips in yours. they were warm, and you could feel the sweat on his upper lip. the sun was high and you could feel the beating rays through your dress.

“you look so pretty f’me princess,” jamie murmurs as he pressed kissed into your cheek, your jaw and then your neck.

“jamie, the burgers are gonna burn!” you giggled as you pressed your palms and the perfectly manicured fingers that he paid for against his shoulders.

“aw shit,” he groaned. he turned his attention back to the grill, and you let your arms crawl around his waist. interlocking your fingers and pressing your cheek against his back.

you hummed and swayed a little, and jamie let you and swayed with you. he was always so soft with you, gently like you're his little doll. it didn't take long for him to finish the food. and being his little girl he made your plate for you and brought you a wine cooler to eat with. he pressed a kiss to your forehead as he set your plate down in front of you.

“i didn't burn the burgers, thank you very much.”

[dazednstars141]

james kelly i love you

Hayden Christensen as James Kelly; American Heist (2014)

[donnieslvrgrl]

cw : plus size! reader x james kelly, piv, praise, fluff

james kelly, who is a body worshipper, he’s kneeling at your feet and running his hands all over your plump body, kneading the flesh in his hands.

james kelly, who shoves his face in your thighs, stomach and tits and groans. “fuck, you’re so pretty. pretty lil’ babydoll. all for me.”

james kelly, who loves givin’ you backshots, soft moans as he pulls you back into him by your hips and goes a lil’ crazy watching the ripple of your skin from his hard thrusts.

james kelly, who lifts you in his arms and carries you around like you weigh nothing.

james kelly, who loves the idea of buyin you cute lil’ outfits, spending days searching for online stores that actually carry your size and telling you “put whatever you want in the cart, gotta make sure my baby has a good selection.”

james kelly, who loves having his hand on your belly, loves kneading the flesh between his fingers while he watches tv.

james kelly, who stands behind you infront of a mirror and tells you all the things he loves about your body, making sure to keep your eyes on him as he whispers them in your ear.

james kelly, who flaunts you around, showing you off to everyone in his auto shop. “there’s my beautiful girl” as he kisses you and pulls you into him by the waist.

[starrdream]

Victory Royale

Sam Monroe x f!reader summary: Giving your gamer bf head mid-match ;)) includes: SMUT!!, head (m receiving), kinda whiny Sam?

It’s been almost two hours since Sam left you all hot and bothered after a heavy make out session. The worst part? He went to play video games with Corey, screaming all kinds of things into the mic.

You had to get revenge, you needed to. After a little bit of thinking, you made up your mind. You’ve been seeing it all over the internet and Sam is a freak, surely he wouldn’t mind?

“You suck ass dude this is the last time I’m playing with you I swear!” He yelled as you quietly approached him. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck from behind, you place a soft kiss on his neck. Sam seems to pay you no more attention than leaning into your touch subtly.

“You’re a fucking idiot!” He throws his head back against the chair as they lose yet another match of fortnite. “Just delete the game already.” Sam grumbles, pressing ‘play’ again.

You chuckle softly, shaking your head as you let go of him and gently push his chair aside. Sam can only shoot you a confused glare before turning his head back towards the screen of his computer.

You shake your head, half annoyed as you kneel down and crawl under the desk, pushing the chair enough so you can comfortably fit. 

Sam shoots you another weird glare before immediately going back to screaming at Corey.  

Being the tease that you are, you start by kissing his bare knee, exposed by his basketball shorts. You trail up his leg, biting and nipping the skin occasionally.

Spreading his legs slightly, you lean forward and nuzzle your face against his half-hard cock, causing his breath to hitch.

Sam quickly takes his headset off, covering the mic with his hand in order to tune out his already quiet voice.

“Baby what are you-mmpfh..” He breaks off into a whimper as you pull both his shorts and boxers down just enough for his erection to spring free.

“Hm?” You look up at him innocently, licking your lips.

Sam lets out a soft groan, closing his eyes and going back to the game.

“Sorry man my mom was asking about dinner” He stammers over his words as you cup his balls, massaging and squeezing them softly.

Then, you leave a firm lick starting at the base and going all the way to the tip. Sam is already struggling and you haven’t even done anything yet.

Slowly, you run your tongue over his tip before swallowing as much as you could all while looking up at his face.

You wrap your hand around the remainder of his length that couldn’t fit in you mouth and begin pumping in time with your head.

Soon enough, soft whines and choked whimpers start flowing out of his mouth. You take your sweet time, teasing Sam as he makes up half-assed excuses for not answering his friend straight away or staying idle for too long.

His hips begin to twitch and he’s gripping the controller to the point his knuckles are white. Sam’s pretty face is twisting and he’s squirming in his seat.

You place your free hand down onto his thigh firmly-warning him to stop moving. He relaxes after a few seconds, breathing growing even heavier.

You notice his hips start to buck up, announcing he’s close. You can hear Corey screaming at the top of his lungs and Sam whispering “fuck” over and over.

“S-sorry man, I-I gotta mute myself for a se-ah” He lets out a strangled moan just as he mutes himself, spilling his hot cum down your throat.

 He throws his head back, controller barely held in his limp hand as he breathes heavily. His hips twitch and his other hand makes its way to the back of your head, guiding you as he rides out his orgasm.

“Yeah that’s it.” He whimpers. “Good girl” The nickname falls from his lips effortlessly, causing you to moan against him.

You gently pull your mouth off of him, wiping some of the cum from the side of your mouth as Sam puts his headphones back on. 

“I really gotta go man” He whines at Corey who’s been screaming at Sam the whole time “I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that he ends the call, helping you get up.

“Did you win?” You coo teasingly.

“Victory Royale baby, all thanks to you.” Sam smirks up at you.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: james kelly x pregnant!reader

SMUT ❦

JAMES KELLY had been nothing but careful with you since the day you told him you were pregnant. There was no roughhousing. No spontaneous sex. No bending you over the kitchen counter while dinner was still cooking. Just nothing.

At first, you thought it was sweet—how gentle he was, how his big hands always rested on your belly, being protective, reverent. How he pressed kisses to the swell of it, how his eyes shined whenever the baby moved in the womb. Yet overtime, you started to feel..needy, to say the least. Seeing those long fingers work on whenever he was doing, hold random stuff, how he spread his legs too casually, made you FERAL. And you had enough of acting like it wasn't taking a tool on you.

So here you were, desperate enough to climb into his lap at the end of the day, straddling him on the couch, grinding against the hard length in his sweats with slow, teasing rolls of your hips.

James groaned, head falling back, hands gripping your hips to still you. “Baby, you gotta stop.”

“Why?” You whined, dragging your nails down his chest, watching his muscles tense. “You haven’t touched me in weeks.”

He exhaled through his nose, patience hanging on by a damn thread to not just do what you wanted him to do. “You know why.”

You pouted, yet rolled your hips again, making him suck in a sharp breath. He was hard—so deliciously hard—straining against his sweats.

"Jimmie," you whispered, leaning in, pressing your lips to the shell of his ear. "I need you..please.."

You kissed down his neck, grinding against him until you could feel the way his cock twitched underneath your clothed core. His hands suddenly grabbed your ass, kneading, squeezing so beautifully you had to close your eyes and sink in the feeling. His lips brushed your ear. “You wanna ride me, baby?”

You nodded quickly, already moving your hands to pull off his shirt. He caught your wrists, eyes locking with yours with seriousness. “Nice and slow. You hear me?”

You swallowed hard, nodding again.

And when he lifted you slightly, lifting his hips to push his sweats down just enough to free his cock; thick and leaking at the mushroomy tip already, to which you could feel the shiver spreading up your spine. You braced your hands against his chest as he smoothly took off your lacy white, already soaked, panties and lined himself up, dragging his tip through your slick folds..slowly..teasingly. You whined at the freely feeling, rolling your hips against him, hoping to have more of this friction.

“Shit,” James cursed as you finally sank down on him, inch by inch, stretching around him so perfectly. “You feel so good, baby. Always so tight around me.” your mind spined in the great feeling as his hands gripped your thighs, steadying you, keeping you from taking too much at once. It were slow, deep strokes—he really made sure you felt every single inch of him, rubbing against your walls just right, softly making sure he reached that breathtaking spot in your core.

Your hands braced on his chest, to make it easier for yourself to lifting up slowly, before sinking back down, gasping at the impossible stretch that happened.

James moaned low in his throat, hands gripping your hips, helping you guide your movements. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.” your belly brushed against his abs, and James’s hand immediately went to rest there, thumb rubbing slow, lazy circles over your swollen, stretched skin. “Doin’ so good for me,” he murmured, watching you through hooded eyes, thumb gently pressing down to your navel, hooking it up with his digit. With your mind spiraling, eyes rolling back, and lips parting to exhale another series of moans, your gummy walls clenched around his member, your body already trembling from the building, strong orgasm that pooled in the lower base of your tummy

“Yeah, you close?” he breathlessly muttered, sensing your soon-to-come release. You only whimpered, grinding against him, trying to chase your high, while James was right there with you—his movements slowing, grip tightening. "Yeah, me too baby, me too"

When he came it was a deep, slow, drawn-out—his body tensed underneath you, face twisting in the overwhelming sensation, his hips bucking up just once before he stilled. You collapsed against his chest, breathless, his arms wrapping around you immediately, holding you close, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. “Wasn’t too much?” he murmured after a moment, voice softer now, yet hoarse, hand trembling as he run it down his face. Your lips only curled in satisfied smile when you shook your head, before pressing a lazy kiss to his jaw.

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