“WORST BEHAVIOR” — cyf. (james)
SYN : james is insufferable. he’s truly the worst. with his snotty “don’t talk to me” attitude, and his dirty looks—you seem to be the only one he has a soft spot for.
PAIRING : nonidol!james x softafab!reader ₊˚⊹ᰔ
CONT. some plot, fluff, smut, est. relationship, includes other cortis members (non idol), skinship, messy kissing, subdom!james, oral sex (f & m), missionary, fingering, praise kink, pet names, begging, bit of aftercare
a/n : i apologize in advance if this is impossible to read i didn’t proof read AT ALL and i lwk suck butt at writing smut..
“could you guys walk any slower damnit?” james huffed at the sweet looking couple in front of us. your eyes widened partially out of pure embarrassment.
the female stops and turns around to face him, both a fearful and confused looks on her face. you spot james in your peripheral just staring at her blankly—like he was almost trying to intimidate her.
you take your boyfriends arm and give him a tight squeeze, which causes his body to relax by the slightest.
“yes?” he snaps at the girl. you squeeze him again. this time he takes a second to look at you before returning to the situation and gesturing for the stranger to continue walking.
she rolls her eyes and sticks up her middle finger, and you felt james’ body tense up immediately.
he takes short deep breath in before sliding his hand down to interlock his with yours and continues walking beside you.
“i think it was their first day on earth.” james finally blurts out.
“i think you should start feeling just a little bit of sympathy for others.” you reply. you knew that wasn’t at all the response he wanted, but he still accepted it.
he takes a quick second before speaking again, “i know—but can we make an exception for slow walkers?”
a low laugh escapes from you which earns you a gentle smile from his end. god, why couldn’t he just be this happy all the time?
you knew you weren’t the issue—in fact you were the opposite. you essentially healed his anger issues, but all you wanted was for him to be able to display this same sweetness to the rest of the world.
“they are annoying.” you comply. he hums in response.
the rest of the walk to the café was peaceful, for the most part. except for the few times james snapped at honking cars or the homeless guy that “didn’t know how to press the cross walk button.”
witnessing the majority of your boyfriends lashing outs honestly gave you a taste of reality—it made you realize how stupidly ignorant some people are.
you aren’t excusing his way of coping with them, but it helped you understand him a little more.
you two finally arrived at the lunch spot. you spotted a few familiar cars parked out front which assured you that your friends were already there waiting.
it was james’ friend martin’s birthday today, and as a whole you all decided to go out to eat. one thing about your boyfriends friend group—they were suckers for good food.
so you suggested this cute lunch spot both you and james had been on many previous dates at. it never failed you.
it’s casual, but fancy enough for special occasions.
“we’re the last ones here.” you state as he steps forward to hold the door open for you.
“cause’ we encountered the slowest humans on earth.” he brings up the slow walkers again. you can’t help but laugh at the fact he’s still stuck on it.
but, on his behalf, you keep giving him reasons to talk about it.
his hand settles on your lower back to guide you into the restaurant, and he returns to your side. after scanning the tables a few times, you hear someone call out.
“hey, y/n!” you quickly find them with your eyes and see keonho. he offers you a short wave and you begin to walk over to them.
both you are james are now seated across from seonghyeon, keonho, and juhoon. martin was beside james on the opposite side.
after ordering your food and waiting a strong 20 minutes, all of the food arrives. now the six of you are enjoying your food.
james’ hand is under the table resting on your bare thigh. he has a gentle grip on you—but still somewhat possessive.
“do you thrift?” keonho asks randomly. you tilt your head up from your food and finish chewing your bite before replying.
his face lights up. “really? where? your style is amazing—it suits you so well.”
james’ grip tightens slightly.
you let out a little laugh of amusement, “i thrift everywhere. it’s hard to find a consistent spot. you just have to explore.”
“got it. i always see your outfits in james hyung’s posts. you’ve got amazing taste, really.” he acclaims.
“alright keonho—we get it.” your boyfriend butts in.
“what? i can’t compliment her?” keonho throws his hands up in mock surrender, a knowing grin peeking from his lips.
“no, he’s trying to piss me off.” james quickly adds.
keonho rolls his eyes. “well that time i was just trying to be nice. you’re impossible to please.”
“can everyone shut up.” juhoon commented, and keonho sunk into his seat.
a smile grows on your face, “hm.”
you knew james was mad already. you didn’t even have to look at him. why someone with a temper like him decided to be friends with kids? beyond your knowledge.
although you seemed to be a bit to bring around them. they all equally enjoyed your patience and willingness to adapt to anything.
james leans over to whisper something in your ear, “let’s get out of here.”
before you could even say anything he adds, “please.”
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you finally return back to your apartment building, and james walked you up to your room.
the walk up was awkwardly quiet—but you didn’t bother to bring anything up. you were smart enough to be able to read the scene, and know that he’s probably not in the mood to hear anything right now.
he opens the apartment door for you and you walk inside. when you turn around to wish him a good bye, he’s got a filthy grimace plastered on his pretty face.
you drop your shoulders, “okay, you’re being a big baby.” you snap, but there was still a subtle gentleness in your tone.
james let’s out a sigh—one you can’t quite comprehend immediately, as he invites himself inside and shuts the door behind him.
“y/n” he breathes. his low voice sends a shiver down your spine. and for some odd reason, maybe just the mere fact he’s dangerously hot, it turns you on.
you swallow the sudden warm feeling, “james.”
something in him snaps. he reaches a hand out to grab your arm, reeling you in close. his lips immediately crash onto yours—your hands flying to bury themselves in his hair.
his own hands are everywhere. one is firmly locked on your jaw, whilst the other is making its way up and down your waist.
he’s kissing you hard, like he’s been starving for you all day. your lips are moving together in an established rhythm, one you’ve learned over many years.
james tastes like fresh mint with a subtle hint of cherry—he’s recklessly sweet. it’s a taste so familiar to you. but still everything it seems to grow more delicious, something you crave even more.
he spins you around in one swift motion and pressed you up against the door, his hand landing on the wood surface to cage you in.
his free hand is still exploring your body, now resting to the hem of your top. he gives the soft fabric a mild tug and you immediately catch his gist—your own hands resetting on his lower stomach.
you slip your hands underneath the thin cotton of his shirt, your skin sparking at his natural heat. you run your hands along his toned core and his breath hitches momentarily at your touch.
he’s still kissing you—his tongue twirling around in your mouth savoring every note of your taste. he pulls away just to land a trail of sloppy kisses along your jaw.
this forces a stifled moan from you, and your head tilts back slightly to bring yourself closer to him.
you bite your lip, finally grasping onto his shirt and he takes a quick step back for you to pull it off of him before diving back into you, his hand landing on your neck.
he gives you a light squeeze—not one to fulfill a full choking sensation, but just enough to claim you.
“you.” he groans hot against your mouth, “take it off.”
you oblige instantly and slip your top over your head, hurriedly shimmying out of the piece of clothing. he takes it from your hand and tosses it behind you before reaching forward to grip your waist.
he stares at you for a moment, both awe and lust glistening in his eyes. “my pretty girl. you’re so perfect.”
he leans in again to devour you once more, his tongue urgently demanding entrance. he whimpers at the lustful contact and begins to grind his body against you.
at this point, your pussy is already throbbing with desperation for him. you’re convinced you could get off with just kissing him—he’s got you down bad.
he could say the same for you. the thought of you bare, touching him and grinding against him lives rent free in his head.
as much as james likes to act like he’s a tough and dominant man, he’s insanely weak when it comes to you. he’d do anything you asked him too—even if it was ridiculously unreasonable.
he’d obey you because it would please you. that’s all he wants.
you let out another cry of pleasure from his touch alone. that’s automatically enough for him to drop to his knees.
his hands fall to your thighs, the only thing separating you now is your skirt. he’s looking up at you through dark lashes with glossy, needy eyes.
you reach down to pet his head and his grip on your thighs increases. he’s desperate for you—in this moment all he needs is to taste you and lap up every drop of your pleasure.
“can i taste you?” he pleads. you and james have had sex more times than you could count, but he still asks for permission every time.
a part of you knows that it’s not just out of respect. he loves when you tell him what to do. you’ve got him wrapped around your pretty little finger, and he doesn’t give a shit.
“yes, james.” you nod frantically. “please.”
he doesn’t waste anytime before pulling down your skirt. the fabric pools at your ankles and you kick it away from the two of you.
your panties we’re already soaked—most of that was a result of just purely looking at him. his eyes are locked on your damp underwear like he’s mesmerized by how he makes you feel.
“damn, all this from a few kisses?” he plants a kiss on your core. “so needy.”
“only for you.” you respond.
his fingers hook onto your lace, and with a tug you were completely exposed. after all these years there was still a weird feeling pitting in your stomach whenever james saw you as vulnerable as this.
“i love you, y/n” he breathes. he throws your leg over his shoulder to open you up enough for him to fully consume you.
a pleasureful cry flies from your throat as he presses his tongue into your wet folds, the feeling of the warm muscle causing your legs to jerk slightly.
your pretty taste earns a low moan from james and the vibration stimulates you in a satisfying way. you bite your lip to drown out the overwhelming feeling flowing through your veins.
your fingers tangle deeper in his hair, guiding him as he uses his tongue to lick flatly against your clit.
“you taste so good.” his voice is muffled in between your legs. his tongue slides through your folds. your hand tightly grips his hair and your back arches unconsciously, causing you to press yourself further into his mouth.
a soft moan leaves your mouth and that only motivates him to move faster. now his lips are suctioned against your puffy clit, sucking you lightly.
your sensitivity spikes and you feel yourself surfacing—as if you could completely shatter any moment now.
he must’ve been able to sense your creeping climax. his fingers find your most sensitive areas, and he begins using them to explore your muscle.
his tongue is still working your clit while he slips a finger inside you. the touch makes you whimper—yearning for more.
he was teasing at this point, only giving you the least of him. you wanted all of him. you wanted to feel him so deep inside you until your insides were completely full of him.
another finger enters you, and he moans against your clit when he feels your walls tighten around his slender fingers.
he’s using them to pump in and out of you, while he pulls his face from your legs and presses his wet lips along your core.
“i’m so close.” you pant. your eyes are glossed with tears. all you need is one more rush to push you over the edge.
he finally stands up, his fingers remaining buried inside of you. he grabs your face to kiss you and you shiver at the mixture of your own taste with his sweetness.
he’s making all sorts of noises against your lips and the sound only makes you wetter for him.
at first he kisses you passionately—then it quickly turns into something more dangerous. his tongue is dominating your mouth whilst his two fingers drive up and curl into you, finally hitting your most precious spot.
you cry loudly into his mouth as your orgasm washes over you in hot waves. your body almost automatically begins to grind more against his fingers, chasing that rush of pleasure.
it’s still not enough for you.
he swallows your moans and removes his fingers from your pussy, allowing your warm juices to trickle down your legs.
“such a good girl for me huh?” james brings his hand up, revealing his two fingers that are soaked with your wetness. “wanna know how good you taste, baby?”
you bite your lip and nod, so he hovers his hand in front of your mouth. you immediately abide to his gesture and take him into your mouth, sucking your own cum from his fingers.
he slips his finger from your mouth and licks the remaining juices himself.
“kiss me again.” you beg. he grins before gripping your waist, pulling you against him. his lips find your again and he quickly claims your lips.
you hooks your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. the heated kiss lasts longer that you intended, the two of you getting lost in each others saliva.
you finally pull away and trail your hands down his bare chest. they stop at the band of his calvin kleins and his breath hitches temporarily.
you hook a finger onto his underwear and begin walking towards your bedroom, pulling him with you by his waistband.
when you reach the bedroom he tries to take control, but you don’t let him. you back him up to the foot of the bed and use your palms to shove him onto his back.
he lets out a low, amused groan. his hands are above his head and his stomach is stretched out on the bed, revealing his toned hips and v line.
“god, you’re so hot james.” you say to him, with a small hint of a moan. the mere sight of him had you thinking nasty things—thoughts of him fucking you til morning, and thought of making him squirm until he begs.
his eyes widen slightly, like he knows he’s about to get the best head of his life.
you stand above him as you run your hands along his core before returning to the band of his underwear.
you immediately get to unzipping his jeans, pulling them over his hips and he helps you by shimmying out of them.
he’s almost rushing. he wants this desperately—his dick is so ready for you.
he could cry thinking about how needy he is for you.
once he’s only in his boxers, you can finally see how aroused he is. his cock is bulging from his black boxers, patiently waiting for your mouth.
you lick your lips at the sight and lean forward to plant a few sloppy kisses along his waist. his hips jerk involuntarily at the sudden contact.
“i haven’t even touched you yet baby?” you whisper and his hairs stand up at your hot breath against his stomach.
you lick a wet line along the hem of his waistband before tugging down. you finally get his boxers completely off of him, and his member springs out, completely ready for you.
his tip is pink and glistening with a few dollops of pre-cum. his dick isn’t something new to you—but every time, you’re still shocked by his size.
your hand immediately wraps around his member and he hisses at your touch. you lean forward to dangle a wad of spit onto his cock so he’s perfectly slick for you to touch him.
you begin stroking him lightly and his thighs tense up around you. you pick up your pace and his breathing becomes heavier—noisier.
his whimper sparks a deep feeling inside of you, causing you to almost instinctively bring your mouth closer to his dick, tracing the curve of his tip with a flat tongue.
he perches himself up on his elbows and throws his head back, “holy shit—“
his pleading tone echoes through the room and you use his begging to sink further around his member, sucking on him whilst your tongue swirls around his width.
he sits up further to dig his hands in your hair but you immediately reach a hand above you to push him back down, his hands freeing from your head.
you bob your mouth around his dick, earning satisfactory whimpers from james. his noises only fuel you more. you slide your mouth off of him and lick a final line up his length which caused him to let out a loud groan as he feels himself getting closer to finishing.
you could tell he was about to tip over, so you wrapped around him again to stroke him off.
his hips jerk upward and he begin to shake slightly as he reached his climax.
“baby i’m gonna…oh god.” his thick liquid spills over onto your hand as you continued to move your hand along his cock.
you lean over again to take him back into your mouth, lapping up every drop of his orgasm.
you pull away and give him a second to recollect himself before climbing over him on the bed and bringing your lips onto his. he kisses you back instantly and his hands grab your waist, holding you in place as you roll against him, your tongue dancing with his.
“y/n you’re too good.” james says against your mouth, the vibration of his voice traveling down your throat.
“then fuck me.” you demand.
he hums in response and grip you extra tight before manhandling you onto your back, flipping himself on top of you with both hands by your ears.
“is that what you what?” he asks, his breath ticking the sensitive skin of your neck. you nod and he closes the distance between you, kissing and sucking on your neck with need.
you reach out to grip his shoulder with your hand, the other digging into his bicep. you moan against his collarbone as he devours your neck, leaving marks that feel like they could be permanent.
one of his hands leaves the bed to cup your breast, kneading it gently. he runs his thumb across your nipple and you arch momentarily.
he immediately kisses your lips again to swallow your sudden noises.
you can feel his dick hovering over your stomach, occasionally dragging along your core.
he backs up for a second to guide his cock onto your entrance, only the tip pushing into you.
your hand grips the sheet beside you in anticipation. “james…please.”
“please what? use your words angel.”
“please—i want you to fuck me.”
instead of giving you a verbal response, he enters into you slowly.
“fuck—“ james growls. he thrusts into you completely, feeling your walls clench around him.
you bite your lip hard to stifle the cries you’re so desperate to let out. he picks up his pace, slamming in and out of you. the only noise filling the room is the sound of skin on skin and heavy breathing.
he keeps up the same speed the whole time, up until you feel yourself crawling towards a second orgasm.
“james i need to cum.” you cry out, and he slows down. the slower pace was honestly worse for you—as it stretched to wait for you to finish.
your face grew hot, and you were desperate to collapse. but you weren’t there yet.
you could tell he was also close. his breaths were drawn out and he kept making faces that told you he was holding back.
when he slams into you again, it finally cracks you. your orgasm spikes and you moan out into the thick air of the bedroom.
he speeds up to tend to your heating climax but it shatters him as well. he pulls out and a thick rope of cum lands on your stomach.
he strokes himself a few times to spill out what’s left of his orgasm and he fall onto the bed with you.
your lean forward to kiss his forehead, a mix of sweat and the sweet flavors of his skin coating your lips.
he brings a hand up to pet your face before kissing you gently, savoring every last second of this moment.
there were beads of sweat surfacing on his neck, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly.
you were both entirely worn out—given you were out all day, and just had the best sex of your life.
he finally breaks the silence, “you okay?”
he lets out a quiet laugh before swinging his legs off the bed and standing up, bending down to slip his boxers back on.
he looks back of your weak body draped across his bed, covered in sweat and leftover cum.
he laughs at you for a moment then walks over to reach out a hand, “let’s get you cleaned up. sound good, pretty thing?”
you nod and take his hand. he lifts you up from the bed in one swift pull and his arm immediately wraps around your delicate body.
your hand grips his bare bicep as he walks with you to the bathroom. he grabs a spare towel off the rack and wets it before ringing it out and kneeling before you to wipe the remnants of sex from your body.
he plants a soft kiss on your stomach before standing back up.
when you return to the bedroom he throws you a pair of his sweats and a white tee shirt. while you change into his clothes, he grabs clothes for himself and slips into them.
now that you’re both dressed, he pulls you close once more to kiss you. his hands slip underneath your baggy shirt to hold you by your bare back.
“thanks for that.” you say, and you feel him smile against your lips.
“are you serious?” he replies. “i should be thanking you.”
you laugh and he brushes a finger along your jaw, cupping your face to plant one last kiss on your forehead.
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