I’m Actually Soooo Normal About Him! It’s Crazy How Normal I Am About Him!!

Heyy! I'd like to request Viktor x f!reader, an academic rivals sort of thing. Lots of bickering, teasing and all that. I really love the concept, and I've read every fic I found like this, but I'd love to see it in your style!

So the reader is really frustrated, and they are arguing, lots of tension yk, then she accidentally confesses to liking him/finding him really attractive, so she turns all flustered and tries to deny it, aaand I'll leave the rest to you, maybe it could be smut? With a bit of dom Viktor, hehee

Thank you so much<33

Thank you for your request and patience!!! Loved envisioning Viktor in this 🥴

A/N: i had the woooorst hangover new years day oh my goodness

Characters: Viktor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: rivals to 'lovers', tension, dom!Viktor, teasing, praise (use of good girl), fingering, slight oral (f receiving), maybe a little ooc but I picture Viktor as a teaser

MINORS DNI

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In Piltover's esteemed engineering college, there were always self-proclaimed rivals in academics.

You stand in the entry hall, glaring up at the scoreboard for the most recent exams.

Your name was placed second.

Second to Viktor. An honorary student from the lower streets of Zaun. To be fair- he had clawed his way to where he was now. That much you could respect.

But come on. Really?

You were practically born reading, studying, bleeding engineering. This was your calling.

How was he able to score better than you? There's no way.

The sound of a metallic cane hitting the ground echoes in the hallway before stopping beside you.

You sigh, gritting your teeth.

A low chuckle can be heard,”Nice score,” the voice speaks smoothly, rolling the ‘r’ and looking your way.

You exhale angrily through your nose,”Oh, shut up.”

A mock look of surrender crosses his face as he raises his hands, cane hooked on his forearm as you cast a scathing look his way.

“Hostile, hm?” He smirks at you and you shove down the fester of butterflies swarming your belly.

With a scowl and a scoff, you turn and stalk off.

His pleased snicker can be heard, sending a jolt of anger up your spine.

The annual engineering designs contest was creeping up.

You were practically vibrating from excitement, having finally finished your own project weeks in advance.

In between that time there were seemingly countless exams that you had to cram study sessions in for.

As usual, it was a back and forth with a certain Zaunite for who claimed first place.

Frustration brewed in your belly, festering over time into something more aggressive.

The day of the Engineering contest was a huge success.

You had cleared your mind of all unease and submitted your invention, pleased with the professor's reactions along with your peers.

“Quite impressive, I will admit,” that accented voice sends a chill up your spine, and you turn to see Victor smirking at you and your invention.

”Sarcasm, how delightful,” you scoff.

“Not sarcasm,” he clicks his tongue, moving past you to peer down at your entry,”Interesting design- can’t help but notice its similarities to the early engineering of Piltover creations.”

You tense slightly, surprised,”What of it?”

He shrugs, a playful smirk on his lips,”Have you seen my invention yet?”

You narrow your gaze,”No, I have not-“

He keeps his smirk on his lips as he tilts his head towards where his invention is being admired. By many, you should add.

Even the Dean.

Hot, boiling jealousy brews in your gut.

You ended up storming out of the halls, needing to calm down.

You find solace in one of your favorite classes, Professor Daughtry’s room. Pacing back and forth, you attempt to calm down; looking at chemical compounds written on the chalkboard to formula’s on posters to distract yourself.

You’d worked so hard, going over seemingly countless versions of your invention in hopes to get the Dean’s approval and favor. With your parents breathing down your neck and now this overwhelming pressure to be the best- you couldn’t seem to calm down.

You hear someone approaching the room, door ajar.

“Sorry, can I please be left alone?” You mutter the most respectful way you can.

“This is a common area,” of course, it’s him and his stupid accent.

The hairs on your arm bristle up as you turn to glare at him.

He mockingly raises his hands in surrender, a small smirk on his lips. He walks in, allowing the door to slide closed behind him.

“Viktor- the door!” You yell but it’s too late. The automatic lock can be heard.

Professor Daughtry had it installed when one too many students snuck into his class to fool around.

“You- you imbecile!” You groan, crossing the room to try to pry the door open.

“Wiggling the doorknob isn’t going to unlock it,” he teases.

You whip around to glare, finding him already lounging against one of the tables by the front of the classroom.

“Oh- will you just- just shut up!” You scowl, glaring at him.

“Feisty,” he smirks, raising his hands again in mock surrender,”What did I do to get on your bad side, hm?”

You roll your eyes, huffing in annoyance. Your forehead comes to rest on the door, willing it to unlock.

Of course Professor Daughtry has an automatic lock, you think silently with an eye roll.

“Well?” Viktor hums, sitting against one of the desks.

You scoff,”What haven't you done?”

“Oh? There's more than one?” He smirks and you find annoyance in the butterflies that swarm everywhere inside you.

You narrow your gaze as you look at him fully, taking in his relaxed state.

Curse him to look so good in the Zaun colors. Curse him to have such a gorgeous set of golden brown eyes.

Curse him to be blessed with such a face.

Curse him, Curse him, Curse him.

“I was born to be a top engineer,” you scowl,”And you just come waltzing in being a know it all-”

“Sorry that I too, was born to be an engineer-” he looks bewildered, rolling his eyes.

“Shut up! This is my entire life-”

“It's my entire life, too! What are you going to do- sell off new inventions to the highest bidder?”

You glare at him,”What of it? Profit gets more creations made, all in the name of progress for-”

“For Piltover, right?” He huffs out a sarcastic laugh,”None of it for Zaun?”

You look at him in surprise, eyebrows shot up.

He smirks at you, but it's not the one you've found yourself liking,”Of course not. I am here in the name of Zaun, princess. Everything I do and create is in hopes that Topside will see that Zaun is capable of great things.”

“I never said-”

“You didn't have to, it's written on your face!” He shouts, pointing his cane towards you,”I see the way you glare, your judgement is based solely on the fact that I am from Zaun.”

“I'm not- glaring because of that!” You huff angrily, taking one step closer.

“Then why, huh? I’m scum to you? Filth from the undercity?” He steps closer too, cane hitting the marble flooring with a clack.

“You’re hot- you stupid-“ You cover your mouth instantly, face warming in embarrassment.

He stands still, eyes wide as he looks down at you in surprise before his mouth lifts in a smirk, an exhaled laugh leaving his now parted lips.

“That’s not- I-“ You stammer, backing up to the door and turning to tug on the knob while simultaneously hoping the floor beneath you would swallow you whole, saving you from this mess.

You rest your forehead against the door again, the cool varnish on the wood a contrast against the warmth in your face.

You hear his cane clacking against the floor as he steps closer before you feel him lightly hit the back of your ankle.

“Stop it-“

He huffs out a laugh that sends a shiver down your spine. You lift your head from the door, side eyeing him and that stupid smirk.

“So.. if I heard this correctly-“

”Ugh.. shut up,” you groan, clenching your eyes shut in pure mortified fashion.

He hits the back of your ankle again, taking delight in your embarrassment.

”You’ve been glaring and being a sour princess because you..” He takes a step closer,”Find me attractive?”

His cane is used to box you in against the door and you warily turn around to face him and the stupidity of your unfiltered mouth.

“No- that’s not-“ You try to deny but you’re shut up when he just smirks down at you, stepping closer.

“Oh? Well.. if that’s not the case, that’s too bad, then..” his voice is now bordering a sultry, seductive tone.

Your eyebrows scrunch, your confusion obvious on your face,”How- how so?”

He quirks a brow at your curiosity, a grin overtaking the smirk. He takes a moment, seemingly deciding if he wants to keep teasing you or just be out with it.

He deliberately lets his gaze trail down your front, tracing every detail, taking in every ripple of the university's uniform. He brings his gaze back up to your face, lingering over your lips.

He quirks up an eyebrow, waiting.

You inhale sharply, cheeks warming even more so, coming to the blatantly obvious realization that he was openly checking you out.

There’s a long pause, followed by him taking a few steps back to lean against the teachers desk. He rests his cane against the side, looking back at you before beckoning you with a quirk of his fingers.

It’s like a command you’d been praying for- you step forward so quick, hands coming up to cup his gorgeously sculpted face before you’re tugging him down to meet your kiss, clumsy at first but desperation obvious.

He’s just as desperate, hands pawing down the back of your vest, cupping around your waist firmly.

You release a shaky moan against his lips, leaning into him as he takes charge of the kiss, licking at the seam of your lips and invading your mouth. One of his hands come back up to cup the side of your jaw, tilting your head back.

You brace yourself, palms pressing down on either side of him on the desk, only to jump and pull back at the loud clang of his cane hitting the floor.

He huffs out a soft laugh, cupping your cheek again and tugging you back in, tongue pressing into your mouth.

“Mmph-“ You moan against him, pawing down his front before carefully unbuttoning the top buttons of his vest.

“Eager, are we?” He says once he pulls back from the kiss, lips now slightly red.

“Shut up-“ You huff in annoyance, but you’re stopped when he grabs your wrists.

“That’s not very nice.. is it?” He hums, eyes darkened with lust as he gazes down at you.

Your cheeks flush, swallowing thickly before rasping a soft,”Sorry-“

”Sorry for what?”

You’re surprised even more so, mouth agape in confusion.

“You must be so used to always getting what you wanted, hm?” He gently but firmly cups your chin, tugging you closer, teasingly brushing his lips against yours,”What are you sorry for, Princess?”

You chase, but he holds you firmly, ensuring you’re not able to get what you want. You whine softly, pleadingly looking up at him but he remains stoic, now, a disappointed look in his eyes.

You swallow thickly,”I’m- uh.. I’m sorry for telling you to shut up-“

”Very good,” He praises, and your thighs clench beneath the long skirt of your uniform.

He grabs your chin, tugging you back in for another heated kiss before pulling back to unbutton your vest. You get the message, unbuttoning his as well and helping him out of it before shrugging yours off.

“Gorgeous,” he murmurs in praise as he helps unbutton your shirt, sliding it down your shoulders, his hands gently tracing down your arms, goosebumps following soon after.

You shake it off, cheeks flushed as you undo his tie and unbutton the first few buttons of his dress shirt, but leaving it on to admire his disheveled look.

“Enjoying the view?” He teases, beckoning you back in.

You roll your eyes but follow his call, sighing with bliss when he cups the side of your neck, fingers lacing into your hair to tilt your head to press kisses down your throat.

His touch sends heat through your body, your thighs tense beneath your skirt. You inhale sharply as his fingers unhook the back of your bra, carefully slipping the straps down your shoulders- your nipples harden in the cool air and it's almost like you can see his gaze darken.

His touch is careful, moving his hand from your hip up, up over your ribs to cup the underside of your breast and thumb over your hardened nipple.

He huffs softly,”To think- all this strife and annoyance could've been avoided..” He smirks and pinches your nipple, reveling in your soft yelp,”If we would’ve talked sooner..”

“Please,” you rasp softly, hands fumbling as you grip over his ribs, pawing at lean muscle and soft skin.

“Oh? Begging sounds so nice coming from your lips,” he praises softly.

You huff, leaning in to chase his mouth but he just chuckles at your eagerness, burrowing his fingers into your hair and tugging just right, a whimper escaping your throat.

“Please, what, princess?” He coos, tilting his head and giving you a lust filled look in his honey brown eyes.

You struggle to form words, licking your lips before finally managing to beg,”Touch me-“

“You’ve got to be specific, gorgeous, how am I supposed to know where?” He firmly cups your tit, nipple hard in his palm,”Here? Or..”

His knee suddenly presses between your legs, grinding into your clothed cunt.

“Mmmph- Oh, ahh-“ you whine, eyes fluttering.

“I’m almost tempted to make you get off like this, Princess,” He smirks, kissing your temple almost fondly, feeling immensely intimate,”But.. I’m not cruel.”

He disconnects from you, sliding over to the teachers chair as he uses the desk for stability, before beckoning you over and again, under his spell, you follow without hesitation.

He grips your hips, pushing you back against the desk and guiding one leg up onto the arm of the chair he sits in. He kisses the inside of your knee and you inhale shakily, stabilizing yourself against the desk with a white knuckled grip over the edge. His hands bring your skirt up, bunching up around your waist as he ushers you to lay against the desk.

He whistles teasingly, eyes lighting up as he sees the mess of wetness between your legs,”I haven’t even started, princess..”

“Don’t- don’t tease me,” you murmur in embarrassment, averting your gaze as warmth covers your cheeks.

“But you’re so fun to tease,” he coos, bringing the chair closer to kiss your inner thigh,”Take them off for me?”

You narrow your gaze, only to stop when he raises his eyebrow. Despite the embarrassment, it seems your need for him outweighs it, so you carefully shimmy your underwear off, not missing that he grabs them and stuffs them into his pocket- when you also spot his tented trousers.

“Spread them,” he taps your thighs.

You listen. Of course you do, almost like you were hypnotized by his voice and he can’t help the smirk almost permanently etched into his lips.

“Good girl,” he praises, petting your outer thighs and pressing a soft kiss to the soft skin inside, lingering as he groans from your scent.

He trails his hand up your other thigh, spreading you further before his thumb brushes over your swollen clit.

You squeak, releasing a shaky moan when he grins and rubs his thumb over it softly, not enough to get you off but enough to have you needy and whimpering for more.

“So greedy,” he murmurs against the skin of your inner thigh.

“Viktor- please,” you beg, gripping the edge of the desk with a pleading look in your eyes.

He chuckles, but decides to not tease, instead choosing to spread your folds with a pleased groan at the slick glistening on your cunt. He prods, allowing your slick to wet his fingers before looking up at you.

“Tell me to stop whenever, ok, Princess?”

You nod shakily, warmth gathering in your chest.

“Use your words, now..”

”Yes- I will, Viktor,” you stammer softly, chest heaving at his command.

He nods his approval, carefully pressing his pointer finger into your heat, groaning at the vice-like grip he’s greeted with. You open up so beautifully for him, gummy walls welcoming him almost greedily.

You huff, whining softly before slumping against the desk with a squirm of your hips, almost trying to pull him in more.

He pulls his finger back, then presses back in more, up to his knuckle, getting you used to the stretch. He listens to your soft, airy moans with a satisfied grin.

He presses another finger in, curling both upwards and gently pulling back just to press in harder, other hand holding you down flat against your stomach, thumb rubbing over your clit with precision.

Of course he’s a natural, you think to yourself with a huff before a moan is almost punched out of you as the pads of his fingers press something inside of you. You lift your head, dazed, as you peer at him only to groan at the self satisfied smirk on his mouth.

He sucks a mark into your thigh, speeding up his fingers and thumb, listening to you moan louder and longer, babbling nonsense and repeated pleads.

“Please- oh, don’t stop-“ You beg, head shaking back and forth against the desk.

“You sound so good, all desperate,” he coos, thrusting his fingers into you faster gradually,”Makes me wonder how you’ll feel riding me.”

You moan out loud at the imagery, your walls tighten up around his fingers and he groans, nipping into your thigh.

He keeps at it, grinding his fingers into you faster and harder as you gasp, whine and squirm against the desk. You babble, tears of pleasure pricking your eyes as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to that crest.

“Please- please, oh-“ you moan, back arching into his hands.

“You’ve been so good for me,” he praises,”I think you deserve a treat.”

He removes his thumb from your clit and you almost groan angrily only to yelp in pleasure as his mouth seals over the sensitive bud. He flicks his tongue over it, circling and sucking until you shriek out a moan, sure to have echoed around the empty class as you find your release.

After the mind numbing orgasm, followed by him licking your slick from your folds and his fingers, he pats the outside of your thigh to get your attention.

“C’mon, princess,” he coos.

You tiredly sit up from the desk, peering down at him as he sits back with a cocky smirk.

He points to a button on the inside of the desk,”Did you know that I was the one that installed the new locks to Professor Daughtry’s class? He requested that a secret button be placed on his desk that only he should know about- to unlock it, of course,” He tilts his head,”Sure, there’s a key that he carries, but there are perks to being one of the students he likes.."

He lifts a lone key after grabbing it from his pocket.

You raise your brow in confusion.

“We won’t be bothered at all,” he smirks, a lustful glint in his gaze as he scoots that chair back with his good leg before unbuckling his belt. He taps the floor with his foot,”Show me what else your mouth is good for.”

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A/N: got some more im working on!!

hi im the same person that requested the restaurant thing i have another idea😭🙏🏻

brothers bestfriend type thing? and sort of age gap but not too much of an age gap. AND ONE MORE THING. size kink😜. i sound stupid af but 👍

FIRST OF ALL I KNOW THIS REQ IS OLLDDDDD I SWEAR I STARTED WRITING IT THE DAY I GOT IT BUT THINGS PILED UP

the size kink part got a tad bit lost I think, lmk 😭

𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ¹⁹⁸³

Well, James was always there, ever since my brother came home from school with him when they were kids. He was a year and a half older than me, and as time passed by, I could only develop a crush on him.

He was sweet, shy, the kind of guy who charmed in his own nervous little way. Over the years, I had learned to hide it inside, watching from afar as he and my brother had become like glue.

It was on one of those quiet summer nights, when everything changed. James had been sleeping over our house, just like countless times before.

My brother and him had been watching horror movies late into the night and now there was a complete death like silence as everyone drifted off to sleep.

I had stayed awake reading a book, when finally I finished it. I decided to go downstairs and quench my thirst with a glass of water from the kitchen.

I walked down the dim hall and rammed into what seemed to be a solid, warm mass. I looked up to find James standing there, his hands balancing me with a surprised grin.

"Sorry," I whispered, flushing my cheeks.

"No problem," he answered in a low pitch, the resonance of his voice hoarse in the silence of the night.

We stood for a moment, and the silence was heavy with an unsaid tension. His hand seemed to linger on my arm, and I felt the heat from his skin through the thin material of my pajama top.

"What are you doing up so late?" he asked, leaning casually against the wall.

"Couldn't sleep," I replied. "Just getting some water."

"Same here," he said with a faint smile. "Your brother's snoring is impossible to sleep through."

We both chuckled softly. I could feel a strange nervousness between us.

"Well, I should probably go back to bed," I said and took a step into my room.

"Yeah, me too." But neither he nor I moved an inch.

I looked back over where he was standing outside the door, feeling emboldened, almost flirtatious. "You want to come in for a little while? If neither of us can sleep..."

James hung there for a second before nodding. "Sure."

I walked ahead into my bedroom and closed the door but not completely. James followed me and closed the door behind him, the click seemed loud, as if we were doing something taboo.

We sat on the edge of my bed, and an awkward silence fell between us, pushing us apart and pulling us together all at once. James looked at me, in his eyes, a search for any sign of hesitation. When he found none, he turned to me and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You're different," he spoke softly. "More grown up. I can’t believe I’ve known you all these years.” He smiled, thinking back.

I felt my cheeks go warm, and my heart skipped. "Well, I’m almost 19," I chuckled, trying to sound casual.

James chuckled and barely touched his hand to my cheek. "Yeah, yeah, I know."

We just looked into each other's eyes for a long while. I felt the blood rushing to my face, and my mind raced with things I had never dared to think before.

The next thing I knew, I was leaning over, slowly locking my lips with his. It was hesitant at first, like he was scared to go too far, but when I eagerly returned, he deepened it.

My hands finally met his shoulders, and I held on to him like he was my anchor onto the world. His hands moved down my back, leaning us down right onto the bed.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he panted between kisses. "You're my best friend's sister.”

"I don't care," I whispered back, my fingers tangling in his pretty, long hair. "I want you, James. Please."

He groaned as he crumbled, and he kissed me again, his hands on my body suddenly quick in their roaming.

We sort of tumbled onto the bed, frantic, before he paused for a moment, looking at me worriedly.

"Are you 100% sure about this?" he asked again. His voice was still so soft and tender.

"Mhm," I hummed, heart thudding. "But…James, there's something I need to tell you first."

"What is it?" he asked as his eyes scouring mine.

"I, uh… I'm a virgin," I murmured.

His eyes widened, and he let out a shuddering breath as if he was shocked. "I'll be gentle," he promised, and his lips ghosted against my forehead. "But I can't promise I won't tease you. You're just too irresistible."

His words had me giggling. "Okay then, Hetfield," I whispered back.

James kissed me once more, his hands striving slowly up and down my body. He dragged his lips down my neck as his fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt. He pulled it off me, revealing my bare chest, and he let out a deep groan at the raw sight.

"You're so beautiful," he groaned, his lips trailing down into my chest.

I whined as he kissed and nipped at my skin, his hands making quick work of my Bra. He flung it out of the way as his lips moved down to my breasts, his tongue flicking and tasting over my sensitive nipples. I moaned softly, trying to keep quiet so we wouldn't be heard.

I was turning to jelly at the look of him, so much bigger than me, leaving me in his shadow as he devoured me.

His hands slipped further down my body, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. He pulled them down, along with my panties, baring everything for him.

"You're perfect," he said, his eyes raking over my body. “So delicate.” He pulled my legs apart again, tracing with fingers the sensitive skin on the inner thighs.

It was then that my body started shaking as I bit into my lip. "Please, James," I begged, needing him more than I had ever needed anything before.

His fingers danced at my entrance, and he smirked. "So needy," he murmured. The combination of amusement and desire was a heady thing in his voice. "I love it."

I whimpered and mewled, my hips bucking against his hand. "Please," I repeated, the word more than desperate.

Finally, James slid a finger inside of me. I gasped at the sensation, my back arched off the bed. Sure I’d fingered myself before, but having James do it… God, it was unreal.

He moved in slowly, his touch light as he explored each crevice inside of me.

“That’s it," he muttered, his eyes dark and swimming with his long held desires. "Doin’ so good."

He added a second finger, stretching me open while he continued stealing kisses from my lips. I felt myself becoming wetter with tick and motion. "James," I moaned, my hands clawing at his shoulders as my voice bounced off the walls.

"Shh," he whispered back, his lips grazing against my ear. "We have to be quiet, remember?”

I nodded, clamping my teeth together to keep myself from moaning as James worked his fingers inside me further while his thumb Very slowly worked my clit. The feeling was enough to make stars dance in front of my face. "You feel so good," he sighed, full of awe. “I’m still shocked you’re a virgin.” James snickered.

His tongue roamed every inch of my body, kissing and exploring my shivering skin. He stopped when he reached the core. Looking up, he grinned wickedly at me. "Fuck, I can't wait to taste you."

My cheeks burned, my body racked with a tremor of exctement. James's mouth finally landed on my clit, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves. I had to bite down on my tongue to keep from crying out.

James worked me with skill that left me to wonder how many times he'd down this before, sucking and licking me to the edge a number of times before pulling back and teasing.

"Please," I begged, never once thinking James would have me in this position. Towering over me, reducing me to a puddle of moans. "I need you, James, bad..."

He raised his gaze to mine, something dangerous flickering in his head as out eyes found each other. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked, almost amused.

I nodded wildly, like I was a deprived animal. "P-Please, James."

He moved back up my body, ridding himself of his shorts and boxers. His arousal sprung up agaisnt his lean stomach. Sure, I'd seen a few dicks in porno mags that my friends had, or some idiot in school. But this was different. He was raw, just a inches away from me.

I took in every detail of him, from the small patch of well groomed hair, to his impressive length. James gripped himself with a groan, teasing himself a second as he glanced up at me.

I nodded just as he was positioning himself between my legs. His cock he guided to my entrance, where the tip was sort of teasing me as he hovered above my body. "This might hurt a little," he said, his voice soft and low. "I'll go slow."

I nodded again, bracing myself against the possible pain. I gripped James shoulders as he stayed close, letting me hold onto him for support.

James pushed forward, and the head of his cock slipped inside me. I winced at the unfamilia feeling. He paused a little, giving me a moment to adjust, then pushed further. The pain was aching at first, but it slowly began to morph into something much more.

"You're doin' so good," he mumbled. "Good girl."

I blushed as the praise inflated my heart. James moved very slowly, each thrust quite careful, very calculated as he found his way deeper inside of me. The pain began to turn, replaced by a growing pleasure that had me moaning just softly for him, the boy I'd known for years, making me feel so good.

"That's it," James murmured, staring into my eyes as I squinted. "Take me, baby. You're doing so, so good."

I wrapped my legs around his waist while he began to move a bit more confidently. "James," I whined, the tips of my fingers dug into the divets of his shoulder blades.

"Shh," he whispered as he caught my lips in a hushing kiss. "We gotta be quiet."

It was surreal. I could feel the curve of every vein, every dip as he rocked inside of me, finding my sweet spot within seconds and focusing on it.

I nodded, bit my lip to silence my whines as James began to drive faster into me, the room filling with slick and obscene noises.

"James," I gasped, already needing to cum. I knew he could tell by the way I was clamping around him.

"I know," he groaned into my soft neck. "Let go, baby. I've got you."

I came with a keening cry, toes curling as I smushed my face into his shoulder to muffle the sounds tumbling from my lips. James was quick to pull from me, leaving me loose and missing his stretch. He squeezed and pumped his fist on his cock, locking eyes with me for a split second before the inevitable finally happened. He groaned softly, his head drooping to rest against my shoulder.

With a final whine, his hand slowed and I could feel the warm squirts of cum paint my abdomen, dripping down as he milked his final drops.

We sat frozen for a second, our naked bodies sweaty and glistening in the dark room. James gently smiled, motions tender and careful. He lay down beside me, snatching me into his arms.

"Are you okay?" he queried softly, his voice sounding perfect. How could it get any better than this? bathing in the bliss of our post sex euphoria, his voice in my ear and arms around me.

I nodded against his shoulder. "more than okay..."

James smiled, his eyes so warm. "You were amazing," he said, lazily pecking my forehead.

"I should, uh... clean off..." I giggled as we both glanced down at my cum-smothered stomach. James cheeks went a dark pink as he laugh.

"Get up, I'll help you," James smiled, helping me out of bed to assist in cleaning ourselves.

Arguments

Requested by: Anon

Genre: 18+ Smut minors dni

Word Count: 784

Warnings: Public sex, bathroom sex, p in v sex, edging

I could feel the music pulsing through my veins. My boyfriend Kirk and I were at a party. It was his idea to come, but now that we are here, he has been quiet and sulking on a couch. Because I was here, I wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity for a good time. 

I was dancing with Lars, who also happens to be one of my best friends. We were laughing and having a good time. Everything is completely platonic between us.

I was laughing, and enjoying myself when a firm hand gripped my wrist. I turned to see Kirk, who uncharacteristically looked pissed. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked him, feeling a bit worried. 

“We’re leaving.” Was all he said before he turned dragging me away from the dance floor. I turned, giving Lars a confused look. He just shrugged and waved.  

“Hey, you can stop dragging me, I can walk myself.” I said. Kirk ignored me and opened the passenger door. I slipped in and he slammed it. “What is your problem?” I asked as he slid into the driver's seat. He glanced over at me with a glare. 

“We go to a party together, and you spend the whole time dancing with another guy.” He said, his tone was low and cold. 

“Yeah, because the second we got there you sat down. It wasn’t just some guy though, it was Lars. He’s harmless.” I argued. 

“So you didn’t even try to ask me to dance or see what was going on with me?” Kirk asked, his voice starting to raise. 

“I’m not a goddamn mind reader, you were the one who wanted to go to the party, bud, I don’t know what you want me to say.” I said getting frustrated. 

“Bud?” He questioned. I folded my arms looking out the window. “Get out, we’re going back in.” He snapped. 

“What?” I asked, feeling confused. 

“Out.” He reached over to open my door. Confused, I got out and closed the door. He came around grabbing my wrist again. 

“”Where are we going?” I asked, following behind him as best I could. He didn’t answer. We got back to the party, he pushed past a bunch of people and entered the bathroom. 

Kirk locked the door, then turned to me, there was a fire in his eyes. 

“Face the mirror.” He commanded. I did as he said and faced the mirror. He maintained eye contact through the mirror as he came up behind me. He flipped my skirt up and pulled my panties down. My eyes widened. 

“What are you-“ I started. 

“Am I your bud? When I make you come so hard you’re seeing stars? Hmm?” He asked. 

“No.” I said softly. 

“What was that?” He asked cupping his ear with one hand as the other snaked around and started rubbing my clit. 

“N-no.” I stuttered but it was louder. Kirk continued rubbing my clit as he spread my legs. He started rubbing me faster bringing on a quick orgasm. Just as I was about to come, he stopped. I whined rubbing my back against him. 

“You come when I let you.” He whispered in my ear. I nodded. Kirk dropped his pants and he entered me from behind me, stretching me out. He pulled his hips back and snapped them back hard, I let out a small scream. His pace was hard and fast. 

“Oh fuck. Kirk.” I moaned out and closed my eyes. 

“Open your eyes. Look in the mirror. Who makes you feel this good?” He said. I opened my eyes and met his eyes in the reflection. 

“You do. Only you.” I moaned. He reached around and started rubbing my clit again. I could feel the orgasm bubbling beneath the surface. 

“Please.” I said. 

“Please what?” He asked continuing to rut into me. 

“Please let me come.” I begged. He added more pressure on my clit. I screamed as I came. His hips didn’t stop. I leaned against the sink and he came filling me up. He leaned his forehead against my shoulder. 

“Sorry, I wasn’t in a good mood tonight. Please never call me bud again.” He whispered. 

“I won’t. I’m sorry you were having a bad night and I just left you to sit around.” I said reaching back to rub his side. 

He pulled out and pulled his pants up. He pulled my panties up and helped me get presentable. He turned around and kissed me softly. 

“Wanna go home and fuck some more?” I offered with puppy eyes. Kirk nodded with a chuckle. 

“Sounds like a plan, babe.” He kissed my forehead and wrapped an arm around me as we exited the party.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

Hiiii can you write something about being a guitar tech for james and you two get really close but then Jason gets quite jealous andddd.... (Smut with a bit of angst and some fluff maybe ☺️)

Guess who just got their first request? 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️

╰┈➤“𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲„ ๋࣭⭑

Jason Newsted x Reader

Contains Smut.

My eyes were fixated onto the guitar in my hands that will be used by Metallica’s James Hetfield in a few hours from now for their concert. My fingers trail across the black ESP MX220, searching for any flaw or scratches.

I pick on the new string I had put on his guitar as an exchange of the one he broke last time on a practice.

Getting a job as Hetfield’s guitar tech was honestly better than I expected. Unlike the stage team, I don’t need to walk back and forth and back and forth, carrying heavy properties in my arms.

Instead, I just have to make sure his instrument wont be messed up for the performance. Cause if it was.. let’s say I won’t be here backstage right now.

Suddenly, someone placed two hands on my shoulders, making my heart dropped and flinch to the point I almost dropped the guitar, immediately hugging it tightly.

Laughter fill my ears as I turn around and find a laughing James Hetfield in front of me. “Why so stiff? You’re not the one performing, are you sweets?” He chuckle and sit down next to me.

I quickly check the guitar once again, “Geez, James.. I almost dropped the guitar!” I huff in relief when I find no damage. He snicker and took a sip of the beer he’s holding. There’s seriously not a day I see him without a beer. “Yea yea, sorry.” He say.

The nice thing about working for James is that he was never really as cocky or bossy as how I heard some rock stars are. He’s actually a real charmer and entertainment.

As I start to tune the guitar carefully, I can still feel James’ presence next to me, hearing his breathing and drinking. Then, he spoke up again, something “Hey, did you cut your hair?”

I turn to him, my eyebrows raised out of confusion. “Uh.. yeah? Like a few inches or so to even the ends..” I answer slowly, “How did you even notice?” I chuckle.

He chuckle as well and run a hand through his long blond hair, “Ah you know, observation master.” He arrogantly say as he shrugs with a cocky smirk. “Lookin’ pretty, y’know?”

Flattered by his compliment, I look down and laugh softly, shaking my head.

At that moment, what I had not realized was the blue eyes from the other side of the room that are glaring at both me and James and the close proximity between us.

I was completely oblivious to how Jason was playing his bass while his eyes are narrowed and technically sending daggers at the back of our heads, his fingers basically gripping the instrument like his life depends on it.

“So..” James starts again, earning a hum from me while I’m still focused on tuning the electric guitar in my hands. I did notice the way he; “You got a plan after the concert?” He ask with a grin.

Feeling a bit taken aback by his sudden question, this time I look up at him before slowly answering, my voice slow with a hint of curiosity. “No.. why?” I raise an eyebrow. I’m quite positive almost everyone knew how much charm Hetfield holds and how many chicks he had wrapped around his fingers. On stage and.. in bed.

He look down and chuckle to himself before looking back up at me, “I’m just wondering if I can take you out for some dinner later?”

My eyes widens and I think about it for a while before answering.. “Huh.. sure.” I respond with a shrug and a small smile, earning a wider one from James.

“Shit!”

Our heads turns to the other side of the room, only to find Jason having one of his strings broken. I cringe to myself at the frustrated grimace he had on his face, glancing up at me a little before quickly returning his gaze to his bass as a roadie took it. He looked.. tense. Something in that glance he gave me odds me out..

I stood by the other roadies as we watch the band perform from the sides of the stage. I cross my arms, leaning against a wall. My eyes are fixated on James, cautious if his guitar starts going cuckoo, making sure I did all the set up for his guitar correctly.

At the same time, I can’t help but start nodding to the beat of the music, enjoying the live performance that’s right in front of my eyes in person.

But then, my sight of James was blocked when Jason starts playing next to him, his eyes clearly focused on me as he play his bass, headbanging. I raise an eyebrow as he manage to keep eye contact with me, my heartbeat starting to accelerate as he seem to not care if anyone else notice the- technically, eye-fucking he’s doing to me.

What is with him tonight?

Despite the sound being taken over by the two guitarists, I can tell Jason was playing his bass more intensely than usual. Scanning my eyes over his fingers, I can see the way he play the instrument much more passionately.

My eyes glance up again at his eyes, only to find him looking at me slightly smugly now, definitely noticing the way I eye his fingers. Fuck.

After that, I return my gaze towards the other band members and try to avoid Jason’s never ending gaze that lingers on and on.

Even when I’m not looking, I can feel how intense his eyes are. It’s burning a hole right through me. It’s causing a feeling of nervous to take over my sense.

The concert was getting closer to the end. The more I feel Jason’s eyes linger on me, the longer it feels like this show is going. I tap my shoe on the floor impatiently. I don’t even know why I’m getting so nervous.. I just.. His eyes..

“I’m going to the restroom.” I blurted out to the roadie next to me and tip toe my way out of the spot my shoes have practically been planted on since the concert started.

Shoving my hands in my pockets, I make my way past everyone and through the backstage area till my eyes finally found peace at the sign that shows the sentence: “Women’s Restroom”.

I sigh in relief as I place my hand on the handle and open the door, entering in. I close the door behind me and approach the sinks and rest my hands on both sides of it, looking at the reflection of my face on their slightly rusty mirror.

My eyes widens when I see how red my cheeks are. I slowly bring my fingertips up to my cheek, finding out how warm they are. What the hell happened to me?

Before I could process things any longer, the door busted open and when I turn to look towards it, I was met by the one and only Jason Newsted, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it as he storm up to me.

My heart beats louder and faster when he place his hand on mine, forcing them to stay on the sides of the sink.

“Jason—”

“What the fuck were you thinking, accepting James’ date?”

How similar his voice now and the voice he use onstage scares me, his hot breath fanning against my neck, making my breath hitch and my chest starts heaving up an down. “It—”

Before I can finish my sentence, he cut me off. “Did I tell you to speak?” He ask right against my ear as one of his hand clasped onto my mouth, shutting me up. I shake my head in response, trying to stay quiet for him.

He chuckle dryly and holds my wrists behind my back with his other hand, staring into my eyes through the reflection of us in the mirror. “Goddamn slut. Fucked me through the whole tour.. screamed my name almost every night.. kept what we have in the dark.. then you decided to flirt and go on a date with my bandmate instead.” He whisper.

Every letter that leave his lips seems to meet my chest directly, causing it to keep pounding only louder and louder. His eye contact on the mirror is strong, almost as if it’s directly. One thing I’ve learned from our times together.. Jason’s gaze is sharper than any razor. It never failed to have my heart pop out of my chest. And the only one that can pop it right back in is him.

“And now.. now you’re gonna pay.”

Before I can process his words, his hands moved to my hips and he spun me around, almost immediately connecting his lips onto mine.

I gasp into his mouth before slowly giving in and kissing back, my eyes fluttering close while my hands start to trail up to hold his cheeks, only for my hands to be slapped away.

He scoff and pin my hands onto the sides of the sink again, “Think a slut like you deserve to touch me? Keep. your. hands. there.” He demanded me, grinning just a bit at how aroused yet restricted I feel.

Then, my skin was blessed by the feeling of his lips back on me, this time on my neck. His kisses were mean and sloppy, biting a mark onto my skin every now and then. I yearn to touch that hair of his, run my fingers through it, pull on it.. but I know better than to disobey him.

Small whines leave my lips as he pull my shirt up and let it stay at the top of my chest, then he unbutton my pants and pull them down, the fabric pooling around my feet. He lean back to take in the sight for a second. “..There’s no way I’m letting Hetfield see you like this.” He mutter and shook his head before grabbing my hips and spun me around yet again.

I hold onto the sides of the sink, feeling like it’s the only thing I can depend on to balance my weak knees as he pushed my back and force me to bend over the sink. I feel his hand rub my back up and down.. slowly going into my hair and yanking it down so my head look up, my eyes meeting my own in the mirror.

“Keep your eyes there for me, baby.”

I didn’t even realize his own pants and boxers have left his skin, leaving his length to be revealed, hard as a rock with precum dripping on the tip. Oh how I crave to taste him. But for tonight, I know I have to play by his game and his only.

A shaky breath leave my lips as he pull my panties to the side, feeling the tip of his cock just lightly pressed against my swollen cunt, already wet.

The moment he actually pushed into me with a groan.. my pupils struggles to stay fixated on the sight in the mirror as a small whimper escapes me when he start slowly pumping into me, stretching me out.

The way his length will always stretch me out like a fresh cunt every time we do this still scratches a part of my brain, the way he always make me feel like a new woman every time he enters me, no matter how many nights we’ve done it during this whole tour.

His hands on my hips, fingers gripping tightly that it’s no doubt that it’ll leave a mark. I gasp as he starts to play mean again, thrusting faster and faster as the second goes on.

I can hear him groan and moaning behind me, a noise I would never get bored of, a type of melody I’d savor till the end of the world, a type of rhythm I’d surely find myself touching myself to once this tour ends.

Moans leave my own lips, unable to keep how good it feels to myself. My eyes starts to roll to the back of my head.. when I feel a harsh slap to my ass and another hand yanking my hair, earning a wince from me. “Eyes.” He demanded, this time his voice delivered it rather calmly.

Another thing that’ll keep me up all night is the way his voice will stay so calm and chill despite how mean he’s treating me. It made me acknowledge how good I made him feel, he’s surely not one to hide it as through our sexes he’d make statements like; “So good..”, “You make me lose my mind..”, “I love the way you feel”, and I’m not one to complain. Why would I?

We paused our movements when suddenly.. we hear a knock on the restroom door along with a voice calling my name. James Hetfield’s voice, to be specific.

“You in there? Hello?”

I feel a pang of fear and guilty of having to ditch him for Jason. I wonder if he’ll realize I am indeed here, yet stuffed with his bassist’s cock buried deep in my stomach.

“Answer him.” Jason’s words caught my off guard, I shift my head a little to look at Jason with wide eyes like he’s crazy. He actually looked dead serious, which made me gulp and shake my head, pleading him silently not to.

But then, he grabbed onto me and bring me to the door, his length staying inside me the whole time as he pin me against the wall this time, bringing his lips to my ear. “Answer. him.”

With a shaky voice, I slowly speak up. “Y-yes, James?”

“Oh! What are you doing there? Ready to go?”

“I..” I look over at Jason as he slowly hold my hips again slowly starts his thrusting again, creating a knot in my stomach as the tension is way too high for me to stay steady. “I- I don’t feel too good, J-James.. I’m sorry—” I quickly cut myself off with my hand as a moan almost slipped out.

I can hear the disappointment and concern in James’ voice as he spoke again, “Want me to come in?”

”NO! I- I mean— no, sorry, please I—” I struggle with my words as the feeling of releasing comes close to me, before I can utter another letter out, James spoke up again.

“I understand, see you tomorrow.” The disappointment in his voice guilts me out, but I’m way too distracted by Jason’s passionate thrusts as they get even faster again once James walk away from the door.

I let out a shaky breath as I hold onto the door, “Please.. ‘M close..” I whimper and try to grind back against him.

He groan and wrap an arm around my stomach, pulling my back against his chest, “Let go with me, baby. You can do it..” His voice was muffled against my neck as his hips’ movement starts to falter and he burry his face in my hair.

With one last thrust of his length, Jason and I release together, dirty noises coming out of us together as we can only hope no one from outside hears it. I can feel the sensation of our mixed cum oozing out of my pussy, his cock still buried in me as we try to steady ourselves.

My legs feels shaky as Jason holds me close in order to balance me, “You okay?” He mumble against my shoulder, pressing light feather-like kisses onto it.

Another thing I love. How soft he is after sex.

I hold onto his arm that’s still around my stomach and nod a little, huffing as I lean against him for support. “I- I’ll manage..” I spoke softly with a short nod, whimpering when he slip his cock out of me.

“I’m sorry.. I should’ve just let you have your date.”

I slowly turn around and hold onto his shoulder for balance instead, “Why- why do you care so much anyways..? I mean.. we’re.. we’re just fucking, right..?” My voice stays soft and gentle as I look into his blue eyes, finding it hard to tell what emotion or thought is planted in those eyes.

He sigh and shake his head, “I can’t control my feelings. I just can’t.” He mumbled as he wrap his arms around me and hug me close, his face hidden in my neck, I can feel his lips giving those soft kisses again, this time on top of the marks he had previously given. “I want you. Bad.”

I look down at him as I realize what he meant, slowly wrapping my own arms around him, “Jason..” I whisper. Meanwhile, the boy stays silent and stay hidden in my neck.

Might this be the start of something new?

yall why is he looking at the camera that way, why is he in a model's pose, how can oil and angles make someone look like THAT

DAYUM SPREAD OPEN EVERYDAY FOR HIM

(Gif credits go to @road-2nowhere )

Hey could i request a james hetfield x reader where she is a metalhead and badass and they meet at one of his gigs and he's like star struck because she is every metalhead's dream girlfriend but she only has her eyes for him and the boys are jealous and teasing him?

I love this idea! Hopefully I did it the way you wanted it to be :)

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Y/N POV

Metal has become very populair in the music industry and you couldn’t be more happy. Hearing the very first album of iron maiden made you completely obsessed with the genre. While other girls were more into the glam metal and hair metal you found yourself being the heavy metal kinda girl. That included wearing tons of band shirts, ripped jeans, leather jackets and even battle vests. But today you decided to not wear jeans and you got changed into a black tight dress and styled it with your battle jacket.

Your friend Mila got you tickets for a new band called Metallica. They made it big once their album kill em all made it out. They made sure to feature their new album everywhere. I put on my black boots and ran downstairs grabbing my purse that had a lipstick and perfume in it. And of course my wallet. “Mom I’m heading out with Mila to see Metallica. I will be back tomorrow. Will sleep at Mila’s that’s why!” I yelled since she was still upstairs cleaning the house. “Sure thing! Have fun sweetie!!” She yelled back. I made my way over to Mila’s house and I waited in front of her house. After a minute of waiting she came out from the back door and gave me the biggest smile. “I’m so excited for this new band. And apparently their singer is really hot.” Mila said smiling from ear to ear. She was just like you. Liking heavy metal and listened to the same bands you listened to. The only thing she didn’t do was dressing like it. She wore a cute 80s outfit like every student wore.

We both got to the concert. It was indoors so you showed your tickets to the guy that worked there and got inside. The place was already filled with 700 people. You and Mila were one of the last to enter since the place wasn’t that big to fit more people in. “Come on let’s get a drink first.” I said and we both got ourself a beer and already danced to the music that was playing through the speakers. After a while some boys came approached you. “Wel hello there beautiful?” One of the man laid a hand on your waist and tried to pull you closer. You were disgusted by his appearance and grabbed his hand of your waist and twirled his arm behind his back. Nearly breaking it. The man cried out in pain. You let go and got on with the night as you saw him walking away from you.

After a hour of waiting the band came on stage. And Mila was right. The lead singer was indeed hot and talented. His voice so manly and the way he shred his guitar. You couldn’t believe your eyes. “Mila!!!” I said turning to her. “Yes??!!!” “He’s mine now.” Mila laughed at your comment. “Told ya he was hot!” Both you and Mila started headbanging and doing air guitar moves. Matching up with both the guitarist. Also dancing the night away. While you were so focused on dancing and having fun. You had no idea the lead vocalist was looking at you while smiling. Being stunned by the perfect girl in the crowd. He could look at you all day.

Of course Mila noticed how he looked at you and tapped you on your shoulder. I stopped my dancing and looked at her smiling. “He’s looking at you.” She said bouncing like a crazy kid. I looked at his direction and she was right. He was looking at me. God he’s beautiful.

The show ended and the band left to go backstage and chill out a bit. “Think we can go talk to them?” I asked and looked at the way they disappeared in the hallway. “Yes let’s try it.” She grabbed your hand dragging you through the crowd of people. She tried to catch up with them to see what door they walked in. And she succeeded. She saw what door they walked in. You and Mila ran to the door and before someone could close the door. You hold it back from closing. A boy with long black curly hair looked at you confused. “Sorry to interrupt but that was some good performance.” I said crossing my arms and leaning against the door. “Ow well thank you! Glad you enjoyed it!” He said opening his arms as a welcome. He wanted us to join them. So you two entered the room and he closed the door.

“I’m Y/N by the way and this is my best friend Mila. We are big heavy metal fans so this was a opportunity for us to actually make more friends with boys like you. Not many people believe in heavy metal girls.” The boys were stunned to speak. A beautiful girl like you had just entered the room and she also loved heavy metal just like they did. The room was quiet for a while so you broke the silence by slowly couching sarcastically. “Ow Yeah. I’m Kirk. And that is Lars, Cliff and James” they all waved at you and James was the first person to walk up to you. Holding out his hand for you to shake. You accepted it and gave him a big smile. “I like your voice” I said. He had no idea what to say to you. Still stunned by the perfect girl in front of him.

“Oehhhh someone’s in loveeee” Lars said grabbing kirks face and pretending to kiss him. Recreating a fake scene of you and James. “Ow shut up.” James said smiling. I simply just rolled my eyes. But it also made you blush. “Well if James doesn’t want you then I’m the one that’s gonna shoot a shot.” Cliff said smiling at you. But the death glare James gave him made him instantly back away bursting out laughing. “I thought you weren’t in love with her.” He said laughing even harder. Lars and Kirk joining him. “I never said that.”

“Oeh james blushing.” Kirk laughed pointing at James face. James couldn’t handle the teasing so he playfully attacked him. Nearly knocking him to the floor. You and Mila looked at each other rolling your eyes. “Just tell him you like him. It will prevent these boys from killing each other.” Mila whispered in your ear. You have always been confident so when you were about to stop this teasing and tell him you like him too. A knock was heard on the door. All boys stopped their fight and I looked their way. Asking permission to open the door. They all nodded and stood up. Trying to act normal again… without succes.

You opened the door and saw the same man that tried to touch you earlier the night. “I’m sooory… for doing … that.” He said slurring over his words. He was obviously drunk. “What do You want?” I asked in a hard tone. James made his way up behind you to see what’s happening. Not only for that but also so he could protect you. His love instincts kicking in. The man didn’t say anything but only licked his lips and tried to touch you again. Before James could grab his hands and shove him off you, you were already striking a amazing move. Grabbing his arms and kicking him in the nuts. He groaned in pain falling to the ground. “Next time I’m cutting your balls off. You understand?” I yelled at him slamming the door shut looking pissed.

“Wow. That was some move.” James said looking a bit terrified. “Yeah I’ve learned how to fight since I was a little girl. My dad always made sure I was able to protect myself from creeps like him.” I looked at him smiling. “But don’t worry I won’t do that on you.” I smiled. “Haha thanks. Don’t wanna loose my nuts you know.” I burst into a laughter. He joined me. “Uhm you wanna go out for a drink tomorrow?” He asked me. He looked a bit nervous since he just saw what I did to that guy. “Call it a date.” I said winking.

He nearly fell right there since his knees got weak. God you are literally perfect and he couldn’t wait to spend more time with you. Making him yours!

End.

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So I hope you liked it. Might gonna do a part two that includes the date but we will see.

Other then that my request are still open so send in whatever you want!

Bye <3

Ok hear me out

Having a bet with james and that leads to marathon sex

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This is SUCHH a good idea I love this so so much

It all started with a simple bet. James and I had been lounging around the apartment on a lazy Saturday afternoon, the kind where the hours seem to stretch endlessly, and you find yourself inventing ways to entertain each other.

We had been playfully bickering over something trivial, who was the better cook, I think, and in a burst of competitive spirit, I challenged him to a cook-off, of sorts.

The winner would get to decide what the loser had to do.

We spent the next hour or so in the kitchen, trying to outdo each other with our culinary skills.

In the end, after much laughter and a few minor disasters, we called it a draw. But instead of ending the game there, James had a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Alright,” he said, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. “How about this: we see who can last longer in bed tonight. The loser has to do whatever the winner says for the entire day tomorrow.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, feeling a thrill of excitement at the challenge. “You’re on, Hetfield,” I replied, grinning.

When We finally climbed into bed, it wasn’t long before the playful banter turned into something much more heated.

James was always the dominant one in our dynamic, and tonight was no different. He pulled me close, his hands roaming over my body, and I could feel the heat pooling low in my belly.

“Ready to lose?” he murmured against my ear, his voice low and husky.

I laughed softly, running my fingers through his hair. “You wish.”

He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth with a need that left me breathless.

His hands moved with ease, stripping me of my clothes until I lay bare beneath him.

I could feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against my thigh, and I couldn’t help but reach down to stroke him, relishing the way he groaned at my touch.

James pulled away just long enough to shed his own clothes, and then he was back, his body pressing me into the mattress.

He positioned himself between my legs, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at me.

“You have no idea how much fun I’m gunna have with you,” he said, his voice rough with need.

I bit my lip, arching my back to press closer to him. “Then don’t keep me waiting.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement.

With a firm, steady thrust, he entered me, and I gasped at the sensation of him filling me completely.

James was big, and no matter how many times we did this, I always felt a delicious stretch as he pushed inside me.

“God, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he began to move.

I couldn’t help but whine, the pleasure rising quickly with each thrust.

James set a relentless pace, his cock driving into me at a force that made my toes curl. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, and he responded by angling his hips just right to hit that perfect spot inside me.

“Fuck, James,” I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He grinned down at me, his expression one of smug satisfaction. “You like that, baby?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. James was relentless, to say the least, his thrusts hard and fast, the promise of release just out of reach.

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss, and the added friction pushed me over the edge.

I came with a cry, my body tensing and then shuddering around him. But James didn’t stop. He kept moving, drawing out my orgasm until I was a quivering mess beneath him.

“That’s one point for me,” he murmured against my ear, his voice filled with smug satisfaction.

I laughed breathlessly, my fingers tangling in his hair. “You’re not done yet.”

“Not even close,” he replied, his hips still moving with that continuous force.

We kept going, the night dragging on as we tested each other’s limits.

James was tireless, his stamina seemingly endless, and I found myself giving in to the sex over and over again.

Every time I thought I couldn’t possibly take any more, he found a new way to push me further, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of my body.

At one point, he pulled me onto his lap, his hands guiding me as I rode him. The new angle forcing shakes of pleasure through me, and I could feel yet another orgasm building.

“Fuck, James,” I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders for support.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Come on, baby. Show me how good you can be.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I moved faster, chasing that elusive high, and when it finally hit, I cried out his name, my body vibrating with the force of it.

We had both cum so many times now, we’d definitely need to change the sheets. My stomach and inner things were smothered with his cum.

Eventually he gave up on pulling out, releasing in my over and over. My legs shook as my own juices flows down my legs.

James didn’t stop. He flipped us over, pinning me beneath him as he pounded into me. The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the slap of skin against skin and the low, throaty moans that escaped his lips.

“God, you’re such a good girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear.

I could only moan in response, my mind too foggy with pleasure to form coherent words. His cock drive into me perfectly.

“Tell me how much you love it,” he demanded, his voice rough.

“I love it,” I gasped, my nails clawing into his back. “I love you.”

“Good girl,” he whispered, his pace never faltering.

We lost track of time, the hours blending together as we gave in countless times.

He was utterly insatiable, his need for me evident in every pump, every touch, and I couldn’t get enough of him.

By the time the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, we were a knot of limbs, our bodies slick with sweat.

James had collapsed beside me, his breathing heavy, and I could feel the pleasant ache of satisfaction in every muscle.

He turned his head to look at me, a lazy smile on his lips. “I think it’s safe to say we both won. I think I lost count…”

I laughed softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “I think you’re right.”

James pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me as we settled into a comfortable silence. There was no need for words, no need to declare a winner.

I was perfectly content to stay right where I was, wrapped in the arms of the man I loved.

BOTH AT THE SAME TIME

i can take them (not in a fight)