you and james have been best friends since you were babies. you’re quite literally inseparable. but one night he comes home, and things take a turn;)
warnings: unprotected p in v, praising, degradation, hair pulling, aftercare!!!!!, if there’s anything i missed, let me know!
you and james live together. you’re laying there on the bed watching tv, when you hear the familiar sound of keys jingling and the front door opening.
james had just gotten back from the studio, and he had a long day. he was pissed off, tired, and he was everything but calm right now. he shuts the door behind him and locks it, going to your shared bedroom and setting his stuff down on the floor with a heavy sigh. he kicks his shoes off, running a hand through his short, brown hair.
james and the guys were currently working on their new album called “load,” and lars was just being in a pain in the ass like always. james was stressed anyway, and lars didn’t make anything easier. he did the exact opposite.
you sit up, looking over at james. you see how pissed he looks. “you okay?” you ask, your voice soft.
“no, lars is being a fucking-“ he grumbles, cutting himself off.
“i’m stressed as hell to begin with and lars keeps thinking he knows everything, when in reality he’s just making it worse. he’s so off beat it physically hurts to hear it.” he says, irritation clear in his voice.
“is there anything i can do to make you feel better?” you ask, watching him lay down on the bed. he shrugs, staring up at the ceiling. “i just need to let shit out on something but i don’t know what.”
you get an idea. it’s honestly an idea you know you shouldn’t get, and you were pretty close to just not saying it. but the words come out before you can stop yourself.
he looks over at you, raising an eyebrow. “what do you mean?”
you take a deep breath, realizing what you just said. fuck. there’s no turning back now, you already said it. but what were you supposed to say now? you stay quiet, trying to gather your thoughts and form a coherent sentence, your cheeks burning.
he speaks up, firmer this time. “i asked you a question.”
he could see how red your face was, and he knew you were embarrassed. but he wanted you to say it, and he wanted you to say it clearly.
“i said ‘m right here…” you say a little louder.
“what, you want me to fuck you or something? take my anger out on you?”
you can’t help but nod a little. you knew this was probably too far, you knew you were crossing a line. you two were best friends, nothing more. but it’s james. you knew he wouldn’t turn down something like this, especially when he’s so pissed he doesn’t even know what to do.
“take your clothes off.” he says, his tone demanding and leaving no room for argument.
you quickly comply, taking your clothes off and laying there completely naked before him. his eyes rake over your body, taking everything in. “hands and knees.” he commands again.
you sit up and get on your hands and knees, and you hear this belt clinking behind you as he undoes it. he undoes his jeans and shoves them off along with his boxers and t-shirt.
your words alone earlier made him instantly hard. it did something to him, that’s for sure. he positions himself behind you, lining his dick up with your already wet hole.
he grabs your hips, slamming into you without warning. he feels you stretch open around him, and he grunts from how tight and wet you are.
he starts to move, giving you no time to adjust. he slams his hips against your ass, fucking into you with all his strength. his cock hits your cervix, surely bruising it. his fingers dig into your hips, and he pulls you back against him with each thrust, making you meet him halfway.
your back arches and your mouth hangs open, soft moans and whimpers escaping it.
he brings one hand up and pushes your back down, making your chest press into the mattress. he slides his hand up more, grabbing a fist full of your hair and yanking your head back.
“dirty little bitch, aren’t you? wanting me to take my anger out on you.” he grumbles, pulling your head back further by your hair, making your back arch painfully.
you whine, the noises leaving you becoming desperate and somewhat pained. you always had a feeling he’d be rough with this, but you were finding out the hard way now.
your cheeks are flushed red, your mouth hanging open and ass cheeks tinted pink from his hips slamming against them so roughly.
his cock drills into your pussy, and he’s going so deep you can feel him in your ribs at this point. his words only get dirtier too.
“fucking slut… listen to yourself, baby, you’re about to cry,” he grunts, fucking you into the mattress. your back was arched, body trembling and tears pricking your eyes.
shit, it hurts. but it feels so good…
you grip the sheets, nails digging into them as you try your best to hold yourself up. your moans and whines turn shaky, the tears finally escaping your eyes and rolling down your cheeks.
he lets go of your hair, putting his hand on the back of your head and shoving your face into the pillow. “shut up and fucking take it… you offered it, did you not?”
you grunt, moaning into the pillow. you could feel every single inch of him inside of you, obliterating your guts. you told him that he could take his anger out on you, and that’s exactly what he was doing.
his anger was slowly starting to leave though, and it was being replaced by pure desire. of course, you didn’t know that though. you didn’t care either.
he keeps your head shoved into the pillow, and he starts going faster, fucking you rough and deep.
“bet you like this, huh? being my little fucktoy.” he grunts, his voice low and husky. he doesn’t let up, even when he sees your tears soaking into the pillow. he grabs your hips with both hands again, using them as leverage to pull you back against him harder.
he was just plowing into you now, and the fact that he barely even fit inside of you made it almost overwhelming.
you wanted to be his good girl though, so you were gonna take what he gave you.
he was more focused on how he felt right now, but he did notice how you were taking it. no complaining, no ‘it’s too much.’ no girl’s done that before.
he groans deeply, feeling your walls start to tighten around him. so he thrusts harder, going as hard and fast as he can.
he listens as your moans and whines get louder and more frequent, barely being muffled by the pillow your face is buried in.
he angles himself so that he’s hitting your sweet spot, and the way you’re gasping and whimpering makes it obvious that you’re about to cum.
the knot builds in your stomach, heat pooling in your groin. and finally, the knot snaps. you cum hard on his dick, your body trembling and skin covered in a thin layer of sweat.
he pulls out, watching you collapse onto the bed. “who said i was done?” he retorts, “get on your back.”
you weakly roll over onto your back, thighs quivering and pussy dripping with arousal and your cum. he gets between your legs, spreading your thighs open with his knees and pushing back into you.
he grabs your thighs and yanks you towards him, pushing your legs up over your head with your thighs against your chest. his hands are digging into the backs of your knees, and he starts to thrust again.
he watches a bulge in your stomach form because of how deep he is. the sound of skin slapping and your desperate moans fill the room, his cock sliding in and out easily from how wet you are.
he groans softly, looking down at you. he takes in your appearance, and he nearly came right there. face flushed, tits bouncing, lips parted, and your head lulled back with your eyes barely even open.
“feel good, sweetheart?” he murmurs lowly, and you nod, causing him to grunt.
he pushes your legs up more, causing your bottom half to lift up off the bed. he takes advantage of this position, and he pistons himself deeper inside of you, deeper than before. he groans, his hips stuttering and he loses his rhythm for a second.
he looks down at you, gazing into your eyes with his dark ones.
shit, you look so cock drunk right now.
his grunts turn into throaty moans, and he thrusts one last time before burying himself deep inside of you. he fills you up with his warm cum, groaning. “fuck, baby…”
you breathe heavily, panting and gasping for air. he pulls out of you after a second, looking down at you. his demeanor completely changes, and his voice becomes softer now, “you did so good for me, sweet girl…” he murmurs, gently rubbing your thighs, soothing them.
“gonna take my time now, okay?”
he slowly sinks back inside of you, biting his lip. his hands roam over your body, his hips moving against yours slowly and gently. he looks down into your eyes, leaning down and kissing you softly.
your arms come up to wrap around his neck, your lips pressed against his as he takes his time with you. he worships your body, admiring you and just ranting about how good you’ve been for him.
he wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him as he peppers your collarbone in kisses. “such a good girl, you know that?” he whispers against your skin. “my beautiful girl… you’re mine now, okay?”
you nod instantly, biting your lip and hugging onto him. he thrusts slow and deep, taking his time to focus on how good you feel.
he moans softly, quietly, your own moans coming out breathy and a little tired. he keeps going slow, whispering lightly, “tell me if you want more, alright?”
you murmur softly, your voice barely audible. “get yourself off, james… ‘m okay,”
he shakes his head, burying his face in your neck. “no, i’m gonna focus on you, baby. you deserve it since i was so rough.” he whispers, holding you closer to him.
he sighs softly, moaning quietly against your neck. he reaches down with one hand, finding your clit and rubbing it in gentle circles in time with his slow thrusts.
your hips twitch, and you squirm a little since you were sensitive right now. soft whimpers leave your mouth, your eyes fluttering closed. he speeds up just a little, still being gentle but focusing on making you cum now. he leans up a little and watches your face, seeing how your heads leaned back. “that’s it, there you go…” he murmurs softly.
you squirm a little, writhing underneath him slightly as you cum again. “good girl…” he praises, kissing your forehead gently. he pulls out, not caring that he hadn’t finished.
“i’ll be right back, okay?” he says softly, getting off the bed and going to the bathroom. he comes back with a damp cloth, kneeling between your legs and gently cleaning you up. he makes sure he doesn’t touch any spot that’s too sensitive, and when he accidentally does, he apologizes and lightens his touch. when he gets done, he cleans himself off, going to the bathroom and putting the cloth in the hamper.
when he comes back, he lays down beside of you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him, pulling the blankets up over you two.
“you were so good for me, darlin.’ so proud of you…” he murmurs, kissing your head. he holds you in his arms as you fall asleep, and he closes his eyes and falls asleep shortly after.
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