#zhaojames

-zyf.

synopsis: after being forced to spend a long night with your ex boyfriend james when your both of your mothers plan to go on a short holiday together, you find out that he is willing to do anything to get you back, after he found out you believed that he cheated on you.

content: exes to lovers, reader lowkey kinda hates james at some point, james is really persistent, implied sex (im really bad at writing smut so i just left it out 😭), suggestive language

you gave a soft, yet frustrated knock on the door, tapping your foot impatiently on the ground below you, dreading the night that was about to take place.

the night your mom had been planning for a few weeks now that you were absolutely not looking forward to. the night where your mother and james’ mother were taking off on an overnight stay at a luxury mansion that they were personally invited to in order to “take a break” from their normal lifestyle. which, honestly wouldn’t bother you on the average day, but what you found irritating was as to why your mother had suggested that you to spend the night at your ex boyfriends’ house, james to “keep you safe”, which you not only was perfectly capable of doing by yourself, but you knew was a bold-faced lie. deep down, you knew it was just for his mother and your mother’s sake, to try and get you and him to get used to eachother after the break up.

and to your surprise, his mother insisted. his mother had always been surprisingly nice towards you, despite the slight awkwardness you had towards his son. you wondered how an innocent, sweet, straightforward woman like herself was cursed with having to be permanently stuck with someone as confusing and disingenuous as james.

after what felt like forever, the door opened, james’ mother immediately reaching out to give your mother a warm, embracing hug. you stood a few steps behind annoyingly, not really wanting to interact with james at all.

once they had finished hugging, you trudged forward, making your face now visible to james’ mother, who smiled upon seeing your face again.

“y/n!!”, she yelled, ecstatic, way more happy to see you than her son was who was looming awkwardly in the corner. “how are you honey?”

“im amazing”, she pulled you into a hug squeezing you tight like she never wanted you to let go.

after pulling away, you didn’t even bother to look at james who seemed like he was about to make an effort to actually talk to you for once, as his mother ushered you and your mother inside.

she had led you guys into the living room, where your mothers motioned for you and james to sit down on the big couch. you and him sat down, so seperated to the point where you could fit at least four people between you and him.

“some ground rules”, james’ mother spoke. “no fighting, be in bed by one at the latest, and finally, y/n, try to feel at home. and if my son does anything to bother you, i’m just one phone call away.”

james scoffed, rolling his eyes before his mom motioned him to stop. you exchanged glances with her, her flashing a smile at you, which have you some sense of reassurance, in which you returned the smile back.

“hopefully you two will be mature enough to tolerate eachother just for one night”, your mom spoke.

you nodded, forcing a smile through your teeth as you looked over at james, who was already looking towards you uncomfortably.

and with no further words, which was surprising to you, they made their way to the doorway, in which you and james followed to say your final goodbyes. sweet hugs and goodbyes were exchanged, as you gave james’ mother one final wave when they exitted his house.

“be safe!!, and please don’t argue, for our sake!” your mother yelled, as she made her way onto the street.

the door slammed with a huge thud, perfectly mirroring the thick tension between you and james right now. you walked past him unbothered for the second time this night, brushing past his shoulder without looking back, making your way back to the living room.

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it had only been a few minutes since you and james had been left alone and you already felt like you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. since your parents left you and him had been using your phones to avoid all contact with eachother, which was honestly doing more harm than good, especially in the sense that you and him couldnt just avoid eachother all night.

“are you hungry?”

“nope. ate just before i left actually.”

“oh. well, do you want me to turn on the tv?”

“nope”.

he sighed, clearly frustrated and sank down deeper into the chair, knowing it would be hard to get through to you.

“well, do you want to do anything?”, he continued, a deep desperation in his voice.

“james”, you cut him off abruptly. “please, just leave it”.

he rolled his eyes back, turning on the tv anyway despite your denial. your muscles stiffened up, balls forming slowly into little fists as annoyance started to simmer within you.

“turn it off, please”, you argued.

“finally, she speaks”, james replied, a sigh of relief finally escaping his lungs.

“i’ve been speaking to you this entire night, but clearly you haven’t been listening that well enough to realise”, you bit back.

“barely. you wont even look at me.”

“why do you care?”, you asked him. “we broke up, remember?, finally looking into his eyes.

he started at you for a second, his eyes locked onto yours, and slowly moved down to your lips. no answer.

you scoffed and rammed your phone into your jean pocket. “typical”. im using the bathroom”, you told him, before storming off upstairs quickly, desperate to get away from him.

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you faced the bathroom mirror, inhaling the warm fresh air from the open window outside. your mind loomed on the awkward encounter between you and james a few moments before, trying your best to figure out where it all had went wrong.

the relationship between you two had not always been so hostile. at one point, you and him were inseperable. you two were childhood friends, basically attached to the hip; which soon developed into boyfriend and girlfriend as you and him got older. those were the best two years ever. your parents were your biggest supporters, had always rooted for you and wanted you guys to be a thing practically since birth.

but at the time of the breakup, things came crashing down. you had seen another girl kissing him, in which you immediately ended things with him. on that day, he had tried so hard to convince you it was just a mistake. bombarding your phone with messages, and trying to get to your house. he’d throw rocks at your window, standing awkwardly with gifts in the front porch, which you declined, and often send you long paragraphs that you were too upset to reply to. your mom tried to get you to give him a chance after a few days, in which she stated how sweet it was that he was trying to win you back. and it was; but she didn’t get it.

he would show up unannounced when your parents weren’t home, with love letters and expensive foods, looking like a complete wreck. and he was quite persistent with these offers.

you knew, deep down that he would never cheat, but you distanced yourself away from him for your own good, and over time, that pent up frustration and anger built up until it couldn’t anymore. and that is what made this night the strangest of all. it was the first time you and him had interacted post breakup, and you were honestly interested to hear what he had to say for himself this night.

but it had barely even been an hour into the evening, and you had already started to become irritated by his presence. you seriously contemplated staying in the bathroom the whole night, just to avoid him. it was crazy how things changed really. a few months ago, you would have been dying to spend some free time with james at his house without any prying eyes, having him all to yourself; but now, being in the same proximity as him for even at least five minutes felt strange, especially as you weren’t really giving him a chance to fix things and blew him off at every moment.

you wish that you could do something as petty as ignore him for the whole night, but you knew temptation would get the best of you, or either that, james would come looking for you. and you honestly couldn’t tell whether you wanted that or not. however, eventually you would get tired, and in need of actual rest, and food. and you weren’t willing to starve just because you couldn’t be around your ex.

and you basically avoiding him for the whole night was letting him win, and you felt like it was fair to give him a chance.

you rubbed your eyes, and grabbed for the door, closing it shut behind you. you made your way down the staircase slowly, bracing yourself, trying to keep things together as much as you could.

you stumbled backwards slightly, taken aback at the unusual visage that you saw before you.

james was waiting. for you. outside his bathroom.

he rested his head against the corridor wall, staring at you silently, his eyes tracking your every uncomfortable movement as the silence between you boiled.

you avoided eye contact, slowly trying to press past him, as he purposefully walked into you, not letting you past, matching your movements as you tried to switch from side to side, trying your best to wriggle through his large wide body.

“are you ever going to look at me?” he asked, his voice low and raspy.

you didnt respond. you stared at the wall next to you, refusing to look him in the eye.

“y/n”. he softly grabbed your chin, pulling your face to look at his, the familiar touch causing a tingle to run down your spine, which caused you to push his hand off of your face out of fear.

you clamoured past him rapidly, trying to make your way downstairs but you couldn’t make it that far as he grabbed onto your wrist, pulled you back and lifted you up into the air with his hands around your waist and pinned you against the wall forcefully, trapping your arms above your head, leaving you with no room to exit as his large frame practically swallowed you whole. he noticed you were avoiding eye contact again, so he forcefully lifted your chin up, making you glare into his eyes.

“get off of me james”.

“no, not until you talk to me. i miss you so much baby”, the nickname baby making your chest stiffen.

“you’re an asshole, james”.

“for what?”

“you know what. this. this whole “operation get back together with me. you planning a small getaway between both our moms in order to win me back, a pretty low move to me.”

“ you seriously think that i planned this?”

“clearly. you obviously feel guilty for what happened and want to get back into my good books.”

“what i did? y/n, you seriously think i would cheat on you? that girl came onto me and i pushed her away the moment she kissed me. and you didn’t even give me a chance to explain y/n. you blew me off.”

“because i was sad, and i didnt know what to believe”, you argued back, finally letting your feelings burst out after having to hide them for so long.

“the apology letters y/n, they were all for you. i tried my best to make sure that i could clear up things so that you wouldn’t hate me. i went all the way to your house, walked over there every single day thinking of what to say to you, trying my best not to screw it up. the flowers, the expensive gifts, your favourite foods that i got shipped to your house. all for you. every single one. it was always you, y/n, nobody else. and i get that you hate me, and you think im the biggest dick in the world, i just hoped that everything would haveeant something to you.”

you let out a rough sigh, somewhat unmoved with his answer.

“enough”. you rolled your eyes, trying to get away from him.

he grabbed your face again, engulfing your face within his palms and switching his gaze between your eyes and your lips.

“look y/n, even if i did plan this, i did it so i can prove that i love you. prove that you’re the only girl that will ever be in my heart. give me a chance, baby. im sorry.”

“you think that you can just come here, give a lousy apology and somehow i’d take you back? please, stop”.

“im not forcing you to forgive me y/n, i just wanted you to hear it. from myself.”

“just go away james. i hate you”.

“you don’t mean that.

“yes i do”.

“no you don’t. you’ve never had it as good as me. you can pretend you're over me, but i know you remember how good i made you feel. and if there’s one thing that’s for certain, i’m definitely sure that how good your body still remembers exactly how good I made you feel. how you used to sound when i finally pushed you over the edge.” your face dropped, a confident smile forming through his lips, knowing that he had just gone so far to the point where you didn’t even have anything to say to defend yourself. his hand started looming over your jean button, stroking your lower belly. the nerves down there started to tense up, your thighs involuntarily clenching together, which james noticed. your breath hitched, looking down towards your lower half, then looking back up to find james smirking at you, his annoying grin making you want him to finally eat his words after all the cockiness he has given you this night.

“dont flatter yourself”, you replied, putting on a calm and collected front to mask the embarrassment and arousal that still lay within you.

he chuckled lightly, his hand still on your jeans, slowly lowering towards your zipper. “im not flattering myself. you’re just a bad liar. and your body clearly misses me just as much as you do, which is why you still haven’t pushed me away.”

“you’re disgusting”, pushing his hand off you.

“disgusting, but not wrong”, he leaned over, your breath brushing your ear. “never wrong.”

“you are wrong. completely wrong.” you told him, anger coursing through your veins, trying your best to push back every single feeling you had ever felt towards him.

“really, then tell me how you really feel about me. tell me that the past two years meant nothing. tell me you dont want to see me anymore. and ill back away, right now, walk downstairs, and respectfully leave you alone for the rest of the night, and never bother you again.”

you opened your mouth to reply back, but the words died in your throat. you just stared at his lips, your chest rising and falling rapidly whilst nothing comes out. there was nothing else you could do to argue, because you knew he was right deep down. you couldn’t say it; you could nevee tell him you didn’t love him anymore, because you did. you always did.

no answer. he glanced at you again, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip as he rejoiced inside, knowing that you had basically just admitted defeat.

he leaned forward, placing a small kiss on your lips to test the waters, pulling back just enough to read the conflict written across your face. he went back in again, placing another kiss on your lips, but a more hard and aggressive one this time. his hands crept under your shirt, feeling the skin, as you released a soft gasp, as you melted slowly into his touch, finally breaking down for him. you kissed him back slowly, your mouths moving in sync against eachothers, your heart pounding as you placed your hands plush against his chest. using this as a signal, james deepened the kiss, his arms tangling into your hair, pulling roughly at the strands a few times, before breaking the kiss, tucking the locks of stray hair behind your ears, switching his direction to your neck, leaving hickeys in every single spot, trapping you against the wall with his hands resting against either side. your legs turned into jello, each kiss on the neck leaving you more sensitive than the last, as you latched onto his shoulders, clasping them tightly for support so that you wouldnt fall down.

without warning, james turned to face you again, wrapping your legs around his waist, and carrying you up to what seemed to be like his bedroom, turning his light on and closing the door. he softly laid you out onto the bed, yet again kissing you, but nothing like the way he’s ever kissed you before. the kiss was punishing, deep, like he wanted to prove something to you. you had never encountered this flamboyant, cocky side of james often, but you were loving it. he took of your shirt undid your jeans, discarding them on the ground, leaving you in just your underwear.

“do you trust me baby?” his doe eyes burning deeply into yours as his body lay over you, dominant and intimidating.

you nodded, biting your lip hard, in an attempt to shoo away the butterflies that were erupting in your stomach.

he took off his shirt, revealing his toned body and abs, which you had hated that you missed seeing so much, his thick bulge becoming more prominent through his pants as you looked down, you gulped, as he caught you staring, taking this as a signal to take off your underwear, leaving you just in your bra.

“god, how i missed this pussy”. you felt the cold air, trying to close your legs as james forced them open spreading them apart, leaving wet kisses up your thigh, the placements of his kisses inching closer and closer to your core.

everything after this became a blur of tangled limbs, loud moans and deep thrusts as your head sunk further into the pillow, arousal pooling through you as james made you see stars.

-zhao yufan

synopsis: upon stumbling across an old, dilapidated building site on the way home from a night out with your friends, you soon find out that it is the residence of old, cunning vampire, james, the same vampire who has been stalking you for the past 4 years. eventually, whilst exploring his crypt, you find things that surprise even you.

pairing: vampire james x black fem! human reader, suggestive themes

authors note: this is lowkey kinda fast paced and clunky, but im working on my writing 😭

inspired by buffy the vampire slayer when buffy found a big shrine of pictures of her that spike made 😭😭

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you were never quite the biggest fan of shortcuts, but after your best friend had recommended a more quick and easy route to reach home that didnt involve having to walk endlessly for 45 minutes, you knew it would be hard to resist that incredibly tempting opportunity.

you couldnt help but be angry at yourself, that you allowed yourself to stay out so late to the point where there were no signs of transport to take home. no buses, no taxis, no nothing. your brother had even warned you. after you looked up from your phone before you left the party to find 20 missed calls from him, you knew you had overstepped your boundaries instantly, and was going to get a huge scolding when you returned home.

you dragged yourself along the walkway, the silver moon illuminating the tiles ahead of you. it was quite chilly this night, the weather never failing to remind you that you should have worn something less revealing, the slit on your dress uplifting every few moments to reveal your thighs, in which you had to use your scarf to cover it up. luckily enough for yourself, nobody was around for miles to witness this travesty.

thankfully, your trust within your friend was validated as your felt yourself inching closer and closer to your home, as the more familiar buildings and houses began to become more visible in sight. the street lamps, which were still turned on, being the only form of nightlife left, in comparison to all the closed restaraunts with dimmed lights and unopened windows. you let out a deep sigh of relief, your lungs inhaling the fresh, crisp autumn air. you were finally safe.

suddenly, a twig snapped in the distance. you snapped around rapidly, scanning the scenery for any signs of life around you. a small, yet swift figure zoomed past into the forest ahead of you, almost as if it was afraid of something behind it. it had been close enough to you for long enough to make out the shape of a small stray dog.

you were always a big animal lover. dogs, cats, the whole lot. due to this, you had pondered on whether or not to investigate what was going on; because by the looks of it, the thought of you knowing that you were willingly letting a stray dog become endangered without helping it rubbed you the completely wrong way. but then again, you had also remembered the fact that it was a necessity for you to head home.

as you considered the fact that you were almost home anyway, you realised that a few minutes of exploring a forest to save an endangered stray dog wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. and with that, you made a right, and hauled yourself towards the forest.

soil had already coated the entirety of your heels, burrowing deep into your toes. you had soon realised that these really weren’t a suitable choice of footwear that should be used to explore a forest late at night, whether or whether not you had just been partying an hour before. carefully, you braced yourself with every few steps. trudging through through the forest, taking long strides over the damaged vegetation and broken trees. absolutely no visible evidence of the stray dog that had once zoomed past you on the main road could be found within this forest.

you searched through bushes, through trees, though tree logs, for what felt like hours. it had even gotten so extreme to the point where your once glamorous bun, had shrivelled up into a sweaty, unclean mess around your head. you had been so confused at this point; it had led you to wonder whether you had been hallicinating this entire time, or whether what you had experienced was genuinely real. and the deeper you entered into the forest, the more you started losing your sanity.

you had reached a large patch of greenery that was disconnected from the rest, swarmed with tall, overgrown branches and brambles, looking so out of place, nothing like the rest of the forest. it was an open space, darker and more gloomy, surrounded by aged, greyish grasses. it stretched into densely tangled structure, almost houselike. with curiosity getting the best of you, you had walked around it, searching for any nooks and crannies, within some of the empty holes.

surprisingly enough, an open space, free of all brambles and thorns, housed a worn out, rusted lone door, slightly ajar enough to the point where a small beam of moonlight shone through. you pressed your ear closely against the wood, listening in for any noises. silence. with a shaky hand, you gently pushed the door open, ensuring that it wouldnt collide with the wall next to it, revealing you as a disrespectful intruder for any possible inhabitants of this area. a short black staircase was revealed ahead of you, leading into what seemed like a basement like structure. you couldn’t really see much from where you stood; so you knew that if you really wanted to explore what lay before you, you would need to go further in. way further in.

you placed one foot on a stair, testing its stability to ensure that you wouldn’t fall through. nothing. you placed your other foot on the stair and stood still for a few seconds, making sure to shift your entire weight onto it, testing the waters. nothing again. as you were around ninety nine percent sure that walking on this staircase wasn’t a free death trap, you made your way down cautiously, stopping every few moments to make sure that you were stable enough on your heels.

once you had finally made it all the way down, you looked around in awe. an orange light illuminated the entire room, contrasting well with a little brown bookshelf adorned with many books of different shapes. a little candle lay next to it, the wax incredibly worn out, pretty much melted, with its flame still unblown, which was probably where the warm, earthy cinnamon scent was coming from. it all seemed like a facade to house something more secretive; as it was impossible to hide the crumbling stone ceilings, dirty cobwebs, and thick layers of dust in some corners. no matter how strong the cinammon scent was, it was no match for the pungent, metallic scent of blood that was destroying your nostrils. it was as if this place had been around for decades with how old and tattered some of these features were.

it had been nothing like any ordinary house, no windows, blocking out any and all forms of sunlight, isolated from the rest of humanity in a little crook seperated from the rest of a dingy little forest in the middle of a small town. quite predatory in a sense, especially with the fact that it looked ten times bigger on the inside than it did on the outside.

you walked further and further forward, scanning the scenery for anything else that peaked your interest, finding it hard to look for anything else that was worthy of fascinating you. old music records, aged wine bottles, old decor took up places on shelves and cupboards. nothing else took your attention other than a big, long beige cloak that took up a large corner. it was almost as if it was hiding many things beneath it, as you found it incredibly unconventional for a person to have a big cloak covering a small section of their house. at one point you didn’t even want to look under there; wondering whether you would find something completely frightening that would be a sign for you to run out right now and return home, or whether it was something that would ensure that your visit lasts a little bit longer. but this area felt entirely different from everywhere else.

slowly, you held onto the material, the feeling rough and sandpaper like within your hand. the material was decaying, old and tattered, and slightly heavy. with a small light tug, you pulled it down, your heart suddnely stopping with a sharp panging in your stomach. you stood in awe, baffled by what lay in front of you. what was strange once, had become a thousand times stranger.

pictures of you, printed and hand drawn were scattered across the wall; some in black and white, some coloured. but not only that. old clothes that went missing in the past, for example, your blue cashmere sweater, and even your old baby pink panties that you once had.

it had been a huge question as to who would have had even been as downright disgusting and obsessive enough to even go to the extreme lengths of having to steal your clothes. well, one person would.

taken aback, you stumbled backwards slowly. you knew you had overstayed your welcome. you had cursed yourself, wished that you hadn’t been as curious enough as to enter a crazy, creepy stalkers lair. but thankful enough to know that you had a target on your back, and you needed to watch out for it. maybe it would have been better if you had just headed straight home after all.

as you were about to run off for good, you felt a sharp, strong small attack your nose, a string small of cologne and aftershave, easily distinguishable throughout the smell of blood and cinammon. it seemed to be from way above you. and from that moment forward, it had become clear that house were not alone in this house.

“see anything interesting?”, a sharp masculine voice boomed throughout the scenery, commanding and cocky.

you looked up quickly, a man looming above you, standing tall and confident. a smirk riddled his face, as if he knew what he was doing. he realised he had just gotten caught by you. but by his expression, he didn’t care. not one bit. by now, you had just realised it. he was the perpetrator behind all of this. no wonder his face was so familiar.

james.

the crazy, impulsive, egotistical vampire that had been in love with you for years. a close friend of your brothers. you had met him before. he had always seemed quite too friendly towards you in every single case; he was touchy, overprotective and posessive, but you would have never thought he would stoop as low as to do this. but it had all made sense.

your brother had obviously invited him into your guys’ house, as he was a vampire. he had told you and your brother of his identity as a vampire years ago; you were quite freaked out at the possibility of a supernatural being having full access to tour house at any given time of any minute, hour and day. but your brother was so particularly fond of him, and he was strangely nice and caring to you.

sometimes when you weren’t at home, your brother and him would meet up. it had become obvious now that that was how some of your clothes went missing: he had been using your brother to get to you this whole time.

-zhao yufan

synopsis:: ever since your rough and turbulent break up with your boyfriend, james, he has been determined to prove that he will stop at nothing to get you back; no matter how low he has to stoop. and you swore to yourself that you would never give in. but after multiple intimate altercations between you two at a casual meetup in your mutual friends house, which lead to a situation not even you thought would take place, how will things turn when you finally fall victim to your ex boyfriend’s endless teasing and temptation?

content: miniseries, james x black!fem reader, exes to lovers, lowkey spike and buffy (btvs season 6) inspired/coded with the one sided yearning, reader is in love with james but is really good at hiding it, suggestive content, smutty, implied sex

authors note: omgg guys i felt like i left on an awkward note, this is lowkey kinda shit but i finished this part here cause i feel like nobodys gonna wanna read this far 😭 anyways tell me if u want a prt 3

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his hands inched even deeper up your shorts under your skirt, a gasp leaving your lips as they reached the waistband of your panties, trying your best not to arch into his grip. the more he tried to tease you with his fingers, the more you felt yourself beginning to melt into his touch. the heat of his hand felt electric against your once cold inner thigh, causing a humiliating wetness to start forming inbetween your legs.

you could tell that he had sensed this, as his hand moved downwards to your pussy, patting the soft material of your panties, feeling the wetness of your fluids started to seep through, your thighs clenching together involuntarily.

“god baby, so wet for me”, james spoke, his breath hot and steamy on your neck, the sensation of butterflies flooding your stomach. the nickname baby made your heart skip one too many beats, the immediate nostalgia from your relationship came flooding back. you thought you’d be used to it since even after the break up, he had always given you pet names, such as “love”, “angel” or “sweetheart” . but the “baby” he spoke oh too softly for your already melting heart struck a cord with you heavily, in which he had not used that particular name for a long time.

but despite how heartwarming this touch was, not only did it bring feelings of comfort, but distress and negativity too. you hated how easily you would fold for james; sometimes you felt like he thought that you were easy, like if he eventually tried hard enough, he’d finally get it in with you, and honestly, sometimes, that was what you wanted. you never wanted anything more than to have james kiss you senseless, to have him take your ability to walk and make you scream in all the ways that no other guy could; could but deep down your insecurities about your past relationship with him would never let that happen. you didn’t know whether he truly loved you, or whether he was just playing you to see how far he could take it.

“tell me how much you want this y/n, tell me how much you want my co-“ you jolted up quickly, roughly pushing his hand out of your pants, far enough to knock him backwards to the point where you could frantically clamour for the bathroom door without him pulling you back into his grip. you ran out so fast, you weren’t even bothered to close the door behind you because of how quickly you wanted to get out of there.

your footsteps trudged against the staircase slowly, in the hopes that nobody would question you about what had just happened a few moments before. it was like the atmosphere in the room dropped.

“whats up y/n?”, your friend questioned. “you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“like literally”, you heard someone else chime in.

they giggled before you, almost mocking like, clearly unaware of the travesty that you had just experienced upstairs. if they known that you were about moments away from getting finger fucked by james, the whole room would engage in uproar, you thought to yourself. you wanted to chime back, but nothing much came out, nothing that would make you look less suspicious than you clearly already were.

you heard light footsteps behind you, which could have only belonged to james, as the laughter within the group started to simmer down. you couldn’t tell what was more embarrassing; the confused, curious stares directed towards you and james, or the feeling that everyone had started to catch up on what was really going on. a warm, yet soft touch of one of james’ fingers rested lightly on your back, softly stroking the material of your top, trying his best to tease you and make you crack. you were lucky that you and him were stood at a specific angle so that nobody could notice this action, knowing that if anyone did, they would never let it go.

you had thought nobody noticed it, but a few had noticed you tense up when james moved closer towards you on the staircase.

“well this was definitely on my bingo card”, you heard one of the others yell, insinuating that everyone thought you and james had had sex.

“we’re exes, not jackrabbits”, james bit back quickly, a layer of confidence taking over his voice , surprised at how determined he was to keep the last ten minutes a secret as if he wasn’t practically fingering you before.

“riiiight, riiight, riight”, they replied back, clearly unconvinced by his excuse.

you rolled your eyes, trudging down towards the couch as you sat down, releasing a very heavy breath that you didnt even know you were holding in. you noticed james making his way towards his original position, the couch opposite you, giving you a wink as he caught you staring.

you looked away instantly, as a light blush crept onto your face, a strong warmth spreading across your cheeks, as you roughly bit your lip to stop yourself from making any expression.

a sudden vibration on your lap, which could have only been from your phone immediately took your attention. you grabbed it out of your pocket and frantically tapped the screen, just to find one notification from james. you had always thought to delete his number, especially since you and him didn’t talk as much as you used to; but at the same time, since you and him were in the same friendship group, you knew it would be best to get used to the forced proximity between you guys and get used to it.

the text had read “caught you staring ;)”, with a wink at the end. again, the blush that had once faded arose again, like two hot saucers on your cheeks, getting you more hot and bothered than you ever were before. you whipped your head up to face him again, to find his eyes directly laser focused onto you, a smirk plastered on his lips, so smug that you wanted to smack him. why did he have to make you feel like this?

hurriedly, you broke eye contact with him, turning off your phone, shoving it into the side pocket of your skirt, sinking further down into the chair.

“hey, y/n”, your friend whispered next to you. “you’ve been quiet and all night. like zoning out and all that shit. you okay?”

you nodded, forcing a smile through your lips, hoping that she wouldn’t question you any further, because you weren’t in the mood for further drama and speculation about you and james. as far as you were concerned, the night had barely started, and you were already drained.

“is this something to do with you and james?”, she questioned further, your face dropping ever so slightly. you cursed her ever so slightly, shushing her down quietly, praying for her to be quieter, even in spite of how loud the room was. but from this, it had become clear to her. she smirked at you, a small giggle escaping her lips.

“no wonder why your is face so red”, she spoke, pinching your cheek, causing you to lightly slap her hand away.

“its not like that”, you said.

“it so is”, she replied.

“you know, it all makes sense”, she continued. the sneaking off, the eye contact, the touches. i’ll even be surprised if you two haven’t secretly been hooking up”.

“i wouldn’t do that”, you told her, knowing full well that you completely would.

“yes you would, you’re so obsessed with him, not matter how hard you try to hide it. “ she replied.

you rolled your eyes, annoyed at how something that came out of your friends mouth could be so infuriating but so true at the same time.

“see? anyways, speaking of james, what happened when you two were upstairs?”

“not what you think happened.”

“well clearly something did, i mean you two literally looked so suspicious when you guys came downstairs, not to mention the fact that you two came down together.

“that means nothing.”

“yes it does. it means everything. and its not the first time. and even if anything did happen, it’s not anything to feel horrible about”.

your mind went back to the first time you and james had been rumoured to have been hooking up ever since you two split, after a house party in james’ house, which someone had gotten a little too drunk and had managed to get injured after willingly jumping off a balcony in the hopes that he would end up in his big 10 foot pool in his back yard. after that, since he felt like it was his responsibility to take them to the hospital, you had thought that it would be nice for you to go along with him in order to ease the awkwardness between you two and get used to being around him more often. on that night, you and james had come home at three in the morning, which the entire friend group had made sure to make note of, stating that it was suspicious that you and him came home so late, suggesting that you and him booked a hotel to have sex without any interruptions, in which you two denied instantly. from then, you felt like being around him just felt like rehashing an old strange connection.

“it was nothing, just james being as touchy as usual”, you informed her.

“touchy? how touchy?”, she queried, furrowing her brows, assuming there were many things you werent telling her. as her best friend, you felt as if it was necessary to be honest with her from now on; especially since you’ve been lying to her for ages now.

even if you weren’t going to like the outcomes.

you grabbed her up and pulled her to the kitchen, as you could ensure that it was far enough to the point where nobody else could hear the conversation.

“so, when you mentioned james being touchy towards you in the bathroom, how touchy was he? was it like, crazy touchy, or like mild, touchy?”

“well, it was a few moments after i entered the bathroom, he pinned me to the wall, we exchanged words and eventually, he ended up sort of well, fingering me, well almost; i ran away before he could get that far.”

her face turned, a mixture of shock, disgust and curiosity all in one. tmi never existed in your guys’ friendship, in which you could tell eachother the most insane things, but still support one another, no matter how horrible it sounded. she stayed silent for a few moments, still obviously processing the newly found information, her mouth hung open slightly. you didnt know whether she was going to hug you, congratulate you, or further question you on what you just told her, as her expression was incredibly unreadable.

“ fingering?! i knew that tensions were high between you two but fingering is on another level. but, seeing both of you hurry towards the bathroom one after the other was very telling to me, so again, im not surprised. i mean, he looks at you like you’re the only girl in the room. it’s so hot.”

“well, when your ex is still after you months after you two break up and makes it aware of the fact that he still wants you and you still want him, its pretty hard to keep away unscathed for long. and he always gives me those looks; especially today.

“so thats why you snuck off earlier?”

“yeah.”

“how much have i missed? with information like this, i wonder how much other things i dont know that have been going on.”

“well,” you told her, voice cracking a little, knowing that now was time to reveal something even bigger towards her.

“there is one really big thing i haven’t told you”.

“how big?”

“groundbreaking type of big.”

“well,” she said. “go on then.”

“me and james had sex a few months ago after we broke up.”

“WHAT?!”

you nodded, ashamed yet relieved that you finally told her this after ages of lying. it was like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders.

she smiled, quickly pulling you into a hug. you could tell how happy she was as she slowly bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, her hands still resting on your shoulders after she finished hugging you.

“i have soo many questions. how, when, why? and why didn’t you tell me sooner? i mean i get that i get a little crazy everytime i hear new info about you and james, but, i didnt think i was that crazy.”

“well, it was on this one night at a party. things had gone really similar to the way things were tonight, you know, with the sexual tension, a brush of the knee, a shared look. and one thing turned into another and he took me upstairs, and it sort of just, happened.

“no way.”

“yes way.”

“you lost your virginity to james? thats so insane.”

“well, when we were hot and heavy, i got all swept up in the moment, and thats why i didn’t tell you for a few months. i was ashamed of myself, and i hoped that me and him could forget about it. but i felt so guilty not telling you.”

“no wonder why it seemed like you and him left so early. i remember when you didn’t text me that whole night. i assumed that you were getting it in with someone, but i was not expecting it to be james, well not yet anyway.”

you had remembered that night again. you and james had went off to a private room upstairs, one that had clearly been untouched for really long time, and was clearly only used for special occasions. because of this, you knew nobody would find you and him; and you guys used that to your advantage. after a few long hours, or rounds, you and him decided that it was best to leave quickly, especially since the premises had probably already been abandoned or cleaned out. thankfully by that time it was only 2 in the morning, a time early enough to the point where some were still in the house, but also late enough to the point where you guys could leave together and not get questioned. ever since that night, james made it his mission to make you’re you and him got back together. obviously, you never really gave him the time of day.

ever since these few months, all you have been doing is trying to regain your sanity after that one night.

“i’m sorry”. you told her.

“its nothing much to be ashamed of. and either way, you don’t have to tell me your private business all the time, even if we are best friends. but i’m glad that you were comfortable enough to tell me. i wouldn’t want you to ever feel forces or pressured to speak up about something like that, especially if you felt ashamed, y/n.”

she leant in forward, bringing you into a close warm hug, patting her hand along your back, comforting you. you had always loved how she never judged you for your decisions, even if they were horrible in the moment. she was always the most understanding friend you ever had, and sometimes you hated the way you took her for granted.

“i have so much more questions for you. but we should go back to the group, especially since it’s seemed like the movie’s ended. we don’t want them to question anything right? and i swear, i wont breathe a word of this to any soul.”

you nodded slowly, as she grabbed your hand and pulled you back to the living room, letting out a relieved sigh.

-zhao yufan

synopsis: upon stumbling across an old, dilapidated building site on the way home from a night out with your friends, you soon find out that it is the residence of old, cunning vampire, james, the same vampire who has been stalking you for the past 4 years. eventually, whilst exploring his crypt, you find things that surprise even you.

pairing: vampire james x blackfem! human reader

authors note: this part is quite short in comparison to the others lol

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you glared at him, not only repulsed, but disgusted. he reached out his hand towards you, beckoning for you to climb up the ladder with him. for just a moment, you thought to decline his offer, to forget all this had happened and to run home in the hopes that you’d never see him again. but then, on the other hand, you knew that the close proximity that james had kept with your brother deemed your chances of keeping away from him as slim to none. he was a vampire after all, and from what you knew about the supernatural, vampires always had their ways.

again, he wiggled his hand out teasingly, as if he was eager to show you something, like he wanted to trap you in his lair and never let you leave; he had such an inciting demeanor to himself, like every single thing about him had you wanting to find out more, which quickly eradicated your feelings of fear, and turned them into curiousity.

“come on y/n, i dont bite”, he spoke softly. shyly, you slowly took hold of his hand, making sure not to grip onto his palms too tightly in case of any possible risk. you had just taken the easy option; following your long term vampire stalker deeper and deeper into his ominous lair. and from this exact moment, you realised that there was no going back from your choice. “maybe if i play along with him for a few minutes, then maybe i will be safe enough to escape”, you thought to yourself. you couldn’t be bothered to run away. to flee. because you knew that if you tried, the consequences would be more painful than anything else.

once you had finally reached the top of the ladder, you adjusted your dress and heels. coffins surrounded you, along with sculptures of old historic figures, some you recognised from different articles and pictures on the internet, which were held up by big white pillars that stretched all the way up to the ceiling. james had picked up on your curiosity, letting a small smile peek through his expression, admiring how cute you looked with your messy hair and baby pink dress. you turned around to face him, as you started to realise he was eyeing you up. slowly, he started backing you into one of his coffins.

with every few steps you took backward, he took more and more lunges forward towards you, like a predator finally getting ready to claim its prey. at this point, you thought that if he’d gotten any closer to you, he would have bitten you by now. “j-james”, you spoke. “what are you doing?”, voice riddled with nerves.

“this”, a voice spoke from behind you. before you could turn, without warning, a blinding, crackling snap spread against your lower back, the electric sensation of volts coursing through your veins, accompanied by a high pitched buzz. a scream erupted through your lungs, as your knees fell weak, and gave in. you dropped to the ground, falling against one of james’ coffins, head upright, weakened and unable to stand up.