4 james

welcome to castlejames, a castle where it's only you and james without any other parasite living inside your brain. this castle is specifically for 18+ fem!reader. no pedophile, incest/stepcest, scat and vomit enjoyer are allow in this castle!!! -sien

nothing more sensual but annoying at the same time than eyes fucking with someone that you know, and you don't even want to look at in the first place. james. your class president. the ice hockey player for your campus who brings home a gold medal at every match. gpa never below 3.90.

and you hate him to your core due to how his stare and his subtle touch to you make you feel things. feelings that shouldn't even exist.

at first, it was just a deadly stare he gives from his seat beside the window. a gaze that the hunter usually gives before catching their prey. then it's getting intense when he unbuttons his shirt, adjusting his tie as well as his eyes never leaving yours.

that's nothing to compare when he actually dares to lay his hands on you.

knowing how terrible you are in sociolinguistics, your professor asked james to give you some tutoring. only for him to give another lesson.

"there's no way you can't differentiate sex and gender."

james states in monotone. you rolled your eyes. annoyed with his statement.

"i know it bruh."

a smug smirk painted james's face immediately. feels funny at the sight of you trying to outsmart him. james walks closer to your seat, trapping your body with his arm pinned on the desk. he thanks god for letting you finally to be inside his room. and how easy it is for your parents to trust him to tutor you with this subject. just like in a cliché movie, he moves his head closer, slightly brushing against the crook of your neck. the tips of his nose already touch your skin; both of you can smell each other's cologne. his eyes darted on the paper before they moved to your lips.

"explains to me what is sex, then?"

and suddenly your throat dry. saliva sticks in your throat as words found nowhere. your head goes blank even though the answer is right on your face. something about how he emphasized the word "sex" while he was talking in a low voice sent you shivers. you froze at your spot as your lips sealed together. not be able to speak or to think. a soft chuckle escapes from his lips. he tilts his head, giving it a small space between your face and his so he can clearly watch your reaction. his eyes swiftly shifted to yours, looking for an answer for the reason why you're in a cold snap like that.

"answer me."

you swallowed your saliva hard. fingers fidgeting with the ballpen cap as you read the answer from the paper. you bite your bottom lip harshly as you can't control your nervousness. you can't even feel your legs or the blood that is already dripping. james noticed that. he noticed every single detail of you.

without any moment, james wipes your blood with his thumb before he changes his position from behind you to lean on the desk in front of you. he grabs your wrists as he wraps them around his waist. your fingernails immediately tugged onto his shirt, legs still trembling. james eyes never once leave yours. except you. your eyes are everywhere but not on his.

"can you imagine how bad you'll tremble when i'm on top of you?"

he teased but his tone sounds otherwise. it's crazy how he can utter those words, watching you stress out, and his face maintains a cold demeanor.

or maybe he meant it and is purely evil. he loves to see you suffer because of him.

your body now fills with anger instead of anxiety this time. feeling toyed with the way he treats you. you look up, matching his gaze at last.

"what the fuck do you want, james?!"

he looks down at your hands that had been tightly gripping his shirt before he throw you a glance.

"i need those fingers in my mouth."

he nonchalant response leads you to flabbergasted. you quickly move your hands only for him to grab them, pulling you closer to him. as you are in between his thighs, he locks your figure, securing you using his strong, athletic legs.

"you're so fucking stupid that i can't help but do nasty things to you."

james confessed, making your heart beat like at full speed. once again. his action makes you wet but this time you realize it. your noticed how your underwear is actually soaking.

"james..."

you softly called. he hummed softly too as a response. he slowly drags your fingertips to his lips, kissing them before putting them inside his mouth. you gasped. didn't expect that he was serious about wanting it. once again you called his name, but softer this time. like a dim moan to be exact. james watch your cheeks flush pink. your confused eyes and your flutter expression hardened his cock. you're way too focused on how your fingers are in between his balmy tongue and teeth to feel his cock twitching in between your thighs.

james's other hand travels and roams under your top, stroking your bare back mildly, sending goosebumps at every inch of your body. he pulled out your fingers, as he can't control himself anymore when he feels your fingers agitating inside his mouth. things happen way too fast. his lips now are colliding with yours. he can taste the previous blood on you, but he couldn't care less.

"you're stupid and weak. i want to protect you."

claustrophilia

having sex in a tight and cramped space like a stall or any corner that can fit both of you and him in the abandoned building is his favorite thing in his whole life. your back against the cold wall, trapped by his taller frame, suffocated, air only full with lewd noises, obscene smells from sweat and cum mixing all together, painting all over the floor, sticking to each other's skin like actual clothes. the way you have nowhere to hold or grip but only to cling onto his shoulders boosts his ego and immediately sends blood to his cock.

one of his palms covers your mouth; he prefers it when it's hard for you to moan or whimper. it gives him more adrenaline seeing you suffering while also in pleasure like that. he thrusts deeper and rougher this time before he shoves his index and middle fingers in your dry mouth, wanting you to suck them off instead of making any sound. with unstable breathing, you take his fingers good, just like how you take his dick inside you. his head moves to the crook of your neck; he parts his lips away, giving space for his teeth to sink into your fragile skin. your saliva drips abruptly as his fingers almost hit your throat, covering his fingers before dirtying your tops next. his dick, his strong manly cologne that slowly blended with the sweat and cum smell, with his tongue and teeth in between your neck in this confined area make you dizzy. "fuck, you like it nasty like this, huh?" he pants in between.

with a few more thrusts, you came curtly; your weak body immediately collapsed, but he quick enough to catch you. "my baby you did so fucking good." he cooed, planting gentle kisses from your thighs to your damp entrance and lastly at your sweaty forehead. he fixes your messy hair too.