Unexpected (James Phelps x Reader)

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DISCLAIMER: Detailed description of rough sex, male dominance, angry sex. And language of course.

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He slowly took both my wrists and threw them over his shoulders then grabbing my chin and kissing me roughly.

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- We're starting off 16+ I'd say -

I dip my fingers into his hair and pushed him closer to me to deepen the kiss even more. James's hands wandered down to my waist leading me to walk backwards.

Then he picked me up and carried me towards the table to sit me on it. "How did you enjoy spending your time with that Mark guy, y/n, huh?" James asked with anger and jealousy in his voice dragging his thumb over my lower lip looking me in the eyes.

"He was a solid 9 out of 10." I said with a playful smirk licking the finger knowing James wouldn't expect sass from me at that point.

I tilted my chin as his hand went down to my neck wrapping around it and pressing slightly. "You're not going to stop, are you?" He asked and my eyes went wide open as his grip tightened and that was when he stopped.

I saw a wave of hesitation in his eyes. I didn't know where it came from, whether he had some bad experience with his dominant nature causing him to try and keep it low or whether I just didn't show him enough how much I liked him being all bossy behind the bedroom door.

"Take it out on me, James. It's okay. I trust you." I said quietly because he would just stay still for too long and I wasn't sure what kind of war was going on in his mind.

His muscles were all tense and I knew how much he needed my touch to relax. But I also knew he had to be the one to take me for it to work, not the other way around. Therefore all I could do was reassure him that I could take it.

"Please, don't hate me." He wouldn't give me any space to speak and invaded my mouth with his tongue again. I hummed softly something that was supposed to resemble 'I won't' but it just came out as moaning still giving James the sense of approval.

He dragged the tight turtleneck that I was wearing over my head to reveal a smooth bralette I put on only because he didn't want to share the view of my nipples with all his friends at the party.

But even though he was the one to want me to wear it, he immediately unclasped it taking it off of me to squeeze my breasts that would fit perfectly into his hands. I moaned a little louder as he pinched both of my nipples between his slender fingers still kissing my mouth.

My hands reached for the hem of his shirt but he grabbed my wrists not allowing me to undress him. Instead, he unzipped my jeans and put me down from the table to drag them down my legs kissing my hip bone along the way.

I stepped out of them and attempted to rid James of his t-shirt once again and once again he stopped me. "Why do you keep doing that?" I asked frustratedly looking down at him squatting in front of me.

"To annoy you. Have a taste of your own medicine." He smirked and hugged my legs right above my knees having me fall over his shoulder leaving out a squeak.

- I think that's enough. We're going 18+ now -

He threw me onto the bed quite roughly and unzipped his pants to let his hardened member spring up. I was waiting in anticipation expecting him to shove it into my mouth but instead, he grabbed my ankles and turned me around swiftly so I'd be laying on my belly.