I really really really wanna ride James boot...like...him sitting there, watching me and bouncing his foot. OHTLSISK teasing about how desperate I am...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH
UGHHHHHHDNHSKRBSKDHSODHS
smth abt him being an absolute ass to you, like you’re fully naked, crying and whiney and desperate for him, literally on your knees for this man, and he’s just above you, fully clothed and looking so big while he taunts and teases you.
he was deliciously spread out on the couch, a cigar in hand as he restrains a laugh at your neediness
“please james” you whine, tears threatening to spill out of the corner of your eyes. “i need it so bad, please, i’ll be good, just…please”
you couldn’t form any coherent words, the only thing clouding your mind was james, and all that you knew is that you needed him one way or another.
“you gotta work for it, baby” he teases, caressing your cheeks as you enthusiastically nod
“yes, yes of course” you eagerly undo his belt buckle and go to pull the zip, but his large hands stop you.
“uh uh, another way” he tuts, nudging you with his boot. you look down at his boot then back up to him confusedly, knowing what he wants you to do but you just want confirmation. “come on, sweet girl”
you don’t waste a second, already finding a way to be comfortably seated over him. you start off grinding your hips slowly, speeding up later on.
“good girl” he praises, running his fingers through you hair
a whine gets caught in your throat as you start to imagine all the filthy things you want james to do to you. you imagine bouncing over his cock, slick wet sounds filling the room as he praises you, watching your cunt slide over him repeatedly
a little “oh fuck” slides past your lips as you speed up, desperately wrapping your arms around his leg as you lay your head on his knee
“look at you. so desperate for my cock, you’ll do anything, isn’t that right?” he teases
you couldn’t come up with any coherent words so you nod, your eyes squeezing shut as you pant like a bitch in heat. the sight makes him twitch, so puts out the cigar to trail his hand down to palm himself
“fuck, look at what your doing to me” he orders, squeezing himself for emphasis. you open your eyes to be greeted with the sight of james groaning above you, getting off on the sight of you
“m’ gonna cum” you whine, rubbing yourself on him faster
“you’ve earned it, baby, come on, you can do it” he encourages, grabbing your chin with his free hand to force you to look at him while you come undone
the friction of your clit against him and his filthy words is what brought you to your climax. you let out whiney moans and cries as you hold onto him tighter, riding out your high.
your grinds slow down as you feel your sticky cum spreading around your thighs and his boot, causing james to let out a deep moan.
“such a good girl, so pretty, yeah?”
“mhm, thank you” you sigh, trying to catch your breath, but james was already unzipping his jeans to pull his cock out
“oh, we’re still not done. been wanting to fuck that sweet mouth of yours ever since you got on your knees for me”
MFUAORHWIRBEHTIWNFBEIANRWIDHI NEED HIM SO BAD SHUT THE FUCK UP
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there's a song that reminds me so much of harmony in the twilight hour... big star by lorde 🥹 i've always loved it but i love it even more now that i've read your story. ilysm !!
help this song was so good, im literally sitting in the laboratory i’m working at with literal tears in my eyes 😭 thank you for this nonnie ! 🥹 and i especially love the lines bc it’s so perfect for tojiyn’s tragic tale (and the fact that mc died in winter! 😭😭😭):
“but every perfect summer’s gotta take its flight, i’ll still watch you run through the winter light.”
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i could just imagine toji going back to that port they used to go to in yokohama, a year after the mc’s death. he does everything he wanted to do with the mc when he still believed she’d get better: he’ll stroll down that boardwalk, he’ll buy two ice cream sandwiches (one for him, and one for you), he’ll ride the ferris wheel because the harbor recently opened a small amusement park, and he’ll watch the open sea wondering if you were right there next to him in spirit as the car reaches the top.
of course, he’ll take lots of pictures. that’s what you would have wanted, after all.
and by day’s end, toji will retrieve your ashes from the car and he’ll sit on the edge of the harbor’s boardwalk, your urn next to him as he tells you what he’s been up to this past year — how he went to your second honeymoon alone, the one you never got to go to, because you would have wanted that for him, how he kept everything in your home the way it is, how he took in that stray cat he always used to catch you feeding even when you were wheelchair-ridden as you neared the end of your life — he tells you everything, picturing your head thrown back in joyful laughter when he forces himself to crack jokes every now and then.
as the last sliver of daylight appears on the horizon, he knows it’s time, so he picks up your urn, sliding the lid open. he takes a deep breath then he ultimately casts your ashes into the sea as per your final wishes. he tearfully watches the wind pick up what remains of the love of his life, the same breeze gently settling you down onto your bed of sapphire waves.
he never remarries.
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