#dom!james

It had been three weeks. 

Three fucking weeks since James had you dripping off his tongue, looking down at him with lids heavy and hair tangled around your face, absolutely wrecked. 

Every single day without the sight of you like that had been agony.

Having started as a drunken fling, you’d quickly turned into more for James. At first it was just the way you felt clenching around him. He wanted to live there, buried deep inside you with your legs wrapped around him ⎯ you were pure bliss. The way you made him feel like a god on your knees with his hands tangled in your hair, your nose brushing against his dark curls and your moans vibrating through his cock sending him somewhere he was sure was altogether unholy. He’d never felt that way with anyone else.

But even those moments couldn’t match the ones afterwards. 

Etched in his mind was the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled. Your chiding tone when he’d light up a cigarette in bed. The blush on your cheeks when you’d join him on your balcony, wrapping your silk robe closer around you as he held the cig to your lips and you took a drag anyways. 

Rarely, unbearably, you’d fall asleep together, still connected more often than not. Those mornings after...merlin. Those mornings he would wake to the smell of toast burning and you cursing the toaster you insisted on using the muggle way. He’d peak out of your doorway into the kitchen and watch you standing there in a long t-shirt (usually the one he’d left at your place accidentally the second time you’d slept together) with a cigarette dangling from your lips, and he could see a future where he woke up to you everyday.

Now he’d gone three fucking weeks without you and it was getting hard to ignore the ache in his chest. You hadn’t shown up to the bar you usually left together and the idea that you’d lost interest in him had been driving him crazy. Thinking about you with someone else...fuck.

He gripped his pint of beer and cursed Remus with a deadly glare for insisting everyone ‘start out slow.’ He needed hard liquor to burn you from his brain. 

As if reading James’ mind, Sirius returned from the bar with a tray of shots.

“Sirius...” Remus sighed with an eye-roll, but he was smiling. He doled out the three shots meant for each wizard.

“To James getting his eyes off the door for five fucking minutes tonight!” Sirius toasted, clinking his glass with each of his friends and quickly downing his shots. He shot James a wink and James flashed his friend the bird in return, fighting the blush that was rising up his neck.

Was he really that obvious?

Sirius was right, he needed to forget you. More shots were definitely required for him to get himself to go home with anyone else, though. 

Standing to head for the bar, he glanced over at his friends. Remus’ hand was at the top of Sirius’ thigh, having clearly just moved off of the bulge in the younger marauder’s jeans. The two tended to go home together when Remus had any amount of liquor in him, which was most nights the boys went out, but both pretended nothing was going on. James groaned, making Sirius beam.

“Get a room, Moony.” He turned to make his way to the bar, a smile tugging at his lips for the first time that night.

“Two more, mate.” James motioned to the bartender, taking a seat at the stool in front of him. 

He watched as both Remus and Sirius ‘coincidentally’ headed to the toilet within five minutes of each other. Three shots? Really? He needed to remember that this was why starting out slow was a good idea...or at least for Remus.

Spinning to look out over the crowded pub, James ran a hand through his hair. His eyes landed on a pretty redhead chatting with her friends. Downing his next two shots, both firewhisky this time, he started towards her but stopped in his tracks when he heard it. Or you, rather.

✴︎✴︎✴︎

You laughed at the joke the man (whose name you could not remember) in front of you made, internally cringing at how fake it sounded in your ears. But he was cute and you were tipsy enough to want to leave with him. 

His hand on your thigh was steadily moving upwards, slipping under the fabric of your dress. The feeling it gave you was nothing compared to the way James⎯

Fuck. 

Turning your face away from the guy, you took a deep breath, hoping he was too distracted watching your tits half exposed by your dress to notice. 

He was, only now you were too. 

A few feet away James stood with his eyes trained on you, the intensity in them drowning out everything around you. He scanned your face then down your neck. You could almost see that he was searching for any remnants of himself left on your skin. He must know it had been too long for the bruises to still be there, but somehow that was the worst part. 

When his eyes fell on the mans hand, now arrogantly palming your ass, they flickered with a fire you’d never seen before. A fire that quickly found its way to your core.

James began walking towards you, so you faced the guy you’d been flirting with and tried to quickly suggest he should probably go talk to someone else. He resisted, grabbing harder at your ass and spewing dirty compliments in your ear. When James arrived beside you and pulled you off the stool, the man stood.

“Hey⎯” He began, voice much deeper than it had been when he was talking to you.

“Mate,” James shot him a cocky smile, “My friends are currently fucking in the bathroom, but the second I call for them they’ll be here and you do not want to fuck around with them ‘cause you will find out.”

The man blinked at James, who quickly placed a respectful hand on your waist and firmly ushered you towards the exit. In a few disorienting seconds you were in your bedroom, standing beside James in front of the full length mirror that leaned against the wall next to your closet. 

You met his eyes in the reflection, his expression sending a shiver down your spine. 

“On your knees.” He spoke, voice demanding. You turned to argue but his hand came up to grip your jaw, fingers and thumb digging into your cheeks, and his look made the words catch in your throat. 

Obeying, you quickly dropped to your knees. He stepped away for a moment to grab a chair from your kitchen table, placing it in front of you and sitting back. From where he sat, he had a perfect view of your incredible ass in the mirror behind you. Your dress had even ridden up so he could tell you had nothing on underneath.

Watching his face and the cloud of lust come over his eyes had your pussy pulsing. The past three weeks had been torture. You’d wanted him, merlin, you’d wanted him so bad it scared you. So you stayed away. You tried to convince yourself he was just good in bed, that’s the only reason it felt so good to be with him. Sex was the only reason you kept going to that pub on the other side of town instead of one of the dozen near your flat after going home with him the first time. 

“Go ahead,” His voice was impatient but thick with desire. You returned to your senses when you realised he was waiting on you.

Reaching forward unsteadily, you unbuckled his belt, looking up at him through your lashes. He held your gaze, hazel eyes stony. 

Once his jeans and boxers were off, his thick cock brushing against his happy trail, you began placing kisses along his thighs. He stifled a heavy sigh as you nipped at the skin of his hip, sucking until the blood started rising to the surface. Licking a long, wet strip from base to tip of his dick drew a moan from him, one he was embarrassed to hear sounded so desperate. He suddenly realised he hadn’t slept with anyone else since you and shivered at the thought. Shit, he was in way too deep.

Shaking it off, he brushed your hair behind your head, using one hand to hold it while the other gripped the base of his cock. If nothing else, maybe he could fuck the feelings away.

“Open,” You did, looking up at him. “No hands, princess. Got it?”

You nodded, preparing yourself for what that meant and rubbing your thighs together in excitement.

He eased the head of his cock gently into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it, running the tip of it twice over the underside, making him groan. It quickly turned into a growl in his chest and he pushed you further down his cock, your throat flexing as you attempted to accommodate his size. Your mouth watered, some of the spit escaping the corners of your lips and dripping down his shaft.

As your throat relaxed you took more of him, moaning softly as you brought your fingers to your dripping core and circled your clit. His eyes caught the movement in the mirror but he didn’t reprimand you, instead smirking as you slipped two fingers in with ease. 

Pulling your hair to start you bobbing on his cock, he hummed smugly.

“You’re such a little slut, y’know that?” He mused, gazing down at you. “I can’t decide whether I like watching you suck me off or play with yourself more.”

You moaned at his words, the vibrations making him roll his head back and push you to increase your pace. Soon, he had you gagging on him as he bucked his hips up to meet your pace, relentless. The sounds he was making and your fingers curling in and out of your aching cunt had you on edge, whining around his cock as tears started slipping down your cheeks.

“Fuck, Y/N, you take me so well,” James groaned, pulling your hair harder, “Such a good girl for me.”

Unraveling at his words, you clenched around your fingers, desperately wishing for his cock instead. The sensation of your continual moaning had him coming soon after, pushing you down until your nose pressed against his skin as his cum shot down your throat in bursts.

James pulled you off his dick with a pop, letting go of your hair so you could stand up. He smiled lazily, eyes half-lidded. 

He was far from done, though. 

Gripping the hem of your dress, he pulled it up your body. His gaze followed each new stretch of exposed skin, his breath catching with how beautiful you were. Every fucking inch of you.

Throwing your dress to the side, he palmed your breasts. His thumbs flicked over your nipples, making you sigh. Following the curves of your body he made his way to your ass, squeezing lightly in warning as he picked you up into his arms. 

Your lips met his for the first time that night, both of you moaning into the kiss. Tangling your fingers in his hair, you relished in his large hands wrapped around your waist and the shocks of electricity that traveled to your core with each brush of his thumb. How did he do that?

Sooner than you wished he was throwing you back on your bed. He stood at the end, looking down at you in a way that made your stomach start doing gymnastics, a deep blush rising to your already flushed cheeks. You felt genuinely, unquestioningly beautiful when he looked at you like that.

“Y/N...” His voice was a hoarse whisper. He looked into your eyes, brows furrowed. You glanced down, unable to hold his gaze. 

The rustle of him removing his shirt made you look back up. He was slim but toned, pale skin taut over the muscles of his abdomen. Dark hair curled around his navel and down to where his cock already stood stiff again. 

A muscle in his jaw ticked as he traced your body with his gaze again, this time a look burning in his golden eyes that made you clench your thighs together. He tossed his glasses to the side before he grabbed your knees and forced them apart, ignoring your whiny gasp and burying himself between your legs, tongue flat against your aching clit. 

“Fuck, James!” You cried out. He was brutal, spelling his name with the tip of his tongue before dipping it into your pulsing core and repeating. Your previous orgasm had you quickly falling off the edge again, hands gripping the sheets and thighs trapping his head against you. 

Before you were even fully down from your high, still breathing heavy, James was on top of you. His arms rippled as he held himself above you, lips shiny as he distracted you with his mouth while he eased his cock inside you. 

You were more than ready for him, but after so long without him inside you, the way he stretched you out was incredible. A moan sounded deep within you, turning into a whine as he pulled out of the kiss, burying his head between your neck and shoulder.

“You feel unbelievable,” He groaned. “So fucking good around my cock. So fucking tight.”

You gripped his arms as he used them to wrap your legs around him, burying himself as deep as he could go. Just the feel of him like this had warmth spreading through your body, a haze of lust overtaking you and overwhelming you with him.

When he started to rock his hips you were shocked to find yourself already approaching your orgasm. The intensity made you whine his name, almost painful after already coming twice. He stilled inside you when he heard how close you were and you thought you might explode. You tried bucking your hips for friction but he held them down firmly.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” He growled and you forced your heavy lids open in surprise. He stared into your eyes, his practically on fire. You nodded desperately.

His hand came up to your throat, gripping it lightly. 

“Say it.” He demanded. “Say you’re mine. No one else can make you feel this good. ‘Specially not some bloody git at the pub.”

“Jamie,” You whined, tears welling in your eyes as you ached for release. 

His hand on your throat moved to tangle in your hair at the nape of your neck, his other rubbing an infuriatingly slow circle on your clit. He kissed at your jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin below it. The pleasure of his cock thick inside you was beginning to fade as he remained still.

“Who do you belong to, Y/N? Whose cock makes you feel this good?” He placed a sweet kiss to your neck, his breath as he spoke making you break out in goosebumps. Suddenly, he snapped his hips forward, going impossibly deeper and making stars blur your vision.

“Yours, Jamie! Fuck, I’m all yours.” You cried out. “I want you to fuck me, please. Every night. I want your cock every fucking night.”

He increased his speed on your clit in response, sending your orgasm washing over you in waves so strong you were sure you’d never recover.

He didn’t give you time to, gripping the headboard and beginning to snap his hips into yours. With each thrust the wood slammed against the wall, muffled slightly by his fist. Though you still hadn’t come down from your last high, the knot in your stomach was tightening again already.

“Jamie,” Your back arched in pleasure and pain and you shook your head desperately, “Jamie, I can’t!”

He only sped up, gripping roughly at the flesh of your hip.

“Yes you can.” He groaned, throat thick. “You’re my good girl. You take me so well. Just let go.”

You obeyed, screaming out as your whole body burst into flames. Your legs tightened around him, knees coming up higher on his back. He moaned as your pussy pulsed around him and your nails dug into his skin.

“’M close,” He groaned. “Fuck, I love you.”

The words made your stomach flip.

“Jamie, please cum inside me. I want to feel you fill me up.” You begged. He’d always finished on your body or in your mouth before, you both agreed that coming inside felt too personal.

Your request brought him to his own finish, his thrusts growing sloppy before he finally stilled. You could feel each burst of cum as he released himself inside you, groaning out at how incredible you felt. 

He laid on top of you as you both tried to recover your breathing. Placing gentle kisses along your shoulder, James looked up at you in pure bliss. You used your hand in his hair to bring him forward, catching his lips with yours. The kiss was something different than every kiss before. When he pulled away, he brought his hand to your face, brushing his thumb gently over your cheekbone. 

“You okay?” His eyes flickered between yours, studying you for any hint of discomfort. “Fuck, you look incredible. You’re totally wrecked.”

You nodded, letting out a satisfied laugh. He smiled and kissed you again, pulling out of you gently and swallowing your whine. 

Grabbing a towel, he carefully cleaned you up, trying not to overstimulate you anymore. His eyes flicked up to your face repeatedly to be sure and you smiled down at him warmly.

“I love you too,” You rasped. 

“What?” His attention snapped back to your face. A blush ran up his neck as he realised what he’d said. But a smile quickly lighted his eyes when he processed that you’d just said it back.

"T-Thank you daddy" You gritted out, his hands finally loosening to give you room to start moving.

"Alright baby, go on, bounce on m'cock" The edges of his lips turned up into a smirk, watching your movements as you slowly lift yourself up before sitting back down on him, taking his cock balls deep inside you.

"Feels good daddy" You whined, gradually taking your hands off his shoulder, redirecting them to pinch and pull at your hardening bud.

James watched you pleasure yourself on him, fastening your bounce as the moans slip right past your lips and into the open air of his dorm. "Feels good, baby?..." He repeated your words.

You didn't hesitate to nod at his question, pulling out your whines to back up your answer. Your legs were starting to burn but you didn't care, keeping a steady rhythm to chase out the heavy knot that formed on the pit of your stomach until you couldn't take it anymore.

"Slowing down already?..." He chirped, knowing how close you were. "...c'mon baby you said you wanted this" James teased, his fingers circling your exposed skin, keeping his grip on your waist to guide you up and down on his cock once again.

You whined, jutting your bottom lip, batting your lashes up at the boy in front of you "But 'm tired, daddy..." You slithered your balmy palms down, tracing his bicep as you slowed yourself.