Evan Peters Drabbles

Wet Kisses (James Patrick March [AHS] x Reader)

REQUESTED: Could you write some James smut?

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You let your eyes close as the warm water cascaded down your scalp & onto your face. You massaged the shampoo out of your wet locks, sighing contentedly at the feeling of the water slowly making its way down your body & into the drain beside your feet. It was nice to feel the touch of the water, especially since your boyfriend wasn't providing you with any.

You frowned at the thought of the lack of affection you had been receiving from your boyfriend lately. He was always so damn busy with his hotel & "extracurricular" activities that you often times took the back burner to them. It upset you, but at the same time, you expected it. James was practically married to everything he was passionate about. He was married to the Hotel, he was married to his killing, & he was even still married to Elizabeth, but the one thing he wasn't married to was you.

After all, you were just the mistress to all his affairs.

You tried to shake these thoughts that plagued your mind constantly, attempting to enjoy your lovely & soothing shower. It didn't do you any good to constantly focus on such negative ideas all the time, especially when you were trying to relax. It took a while, but you eventually put your mind at ease & were able to continue showering in peace.

You were in the middle of conditioning your hair when you felt a familiar pair of hands softly brush against your hips. Your face lit up at the feeling, but knowing this probably wouldn't last, you let your face once more & continued showering.

James cupped your hips in his hands as he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, the warmth of his lips providing a nice contrast to the cool water. You sighed in content but otherwise, pretended to ignore him as he continued to show you the attention you had so desperately yearned for.

"Darling," he breathed against your throat, his hand softly sliding down your stomach. Your breath hitched as his fingers softly brushed against your stomach, proceeding to move lower.

"Y-yes?" you squeaked out.

He smirked against your skin, "I've finished my work for the day."

You leaned back into him, craving more of his touch, "Would it be safe to assume, then, that you're free for the remainder of the evening?"

"That would be a correct assumption, my dear," his lips traced the expanse of your jaw, placing a kiss here & there. You swallowed & leaned your head back against his chest, allowing him more access to your throat. He hummed against your wet skin, rubbing your hip with his thumb, "Now, I can direct my attention to the matter that deserves it most."

You shuddered at his words & he suddenly spun you around so that you faced him. He kept a hand on your hip, continuing to graze it softly while his other hand rested against the small of your back. You looked up at him, staring into his onyx eyes & seeing the intensity behind his near-black irises. His lips curved upwards into a soft smile when he finally got to look at your face.  The way the water slid down your cheeks so effortlessly & easily, as if you were made of marble, was enough to make his knees go weak. Likewise, seeing his normally slicked & gelled hair pressed damp against his forehead & temples made your heart race.

"James," you whispered as he brought a hand up to cup your face. He leaned closer, holding your face as he pressed a kiss to your lips. It was hesitant & gentle at first, but you were quick to deepen it & return it harshly. You let your hands trace up his chest & wrap around his neck, holding him closer as you kissed. He sighed happily against your lips & moved his hand into your hair, holding your head as he deepened the kiss. The water continued to fall between you two, occasionally falling into your mouths as you kissed, but it only seemed to heighten yours & his pleasure.

Suddenly, your back was pressed against the shower wall with a leg wrapped against James' lower back. You groaned as you felt him press against you, holding onto his shoulders as he slowly moved. Your heart raced & breathing deepened as he pressed feverish kisses to your throat with each thrust of his hips. Your nails softly raked down his back as he continued at a steady pace, "Oh, James."

James was taking his sweet time, eagerly enjoying the soft patter of the shower water against his back as he moved against you. This was highly unusual, considering James' preference for sex was quick & rough, but you weren't complaining at the sudden change. It did make you wonder what had put James in such a loving & gentle mood.

As you got close, you arched into him, gripping his shoulders harshly as you whimpered his name. James wasn't too far behind you, coming undone soon after you, but even in your weak & sensitive state, the words that slipped out of his lips made you want to pounce on him again,

"Oh, dear, how I love you."

The smile that plastered onto your face was instant & you moved to look at him, "You love me?" he had never said those words to you before, despite having been together for several months now, & hearing them now, for the first time after feeling neglected for so long, made you forget all of it.

"I do," he replied, smiling as a soft blush painted his cheeks.

James Patrick March had told he he loved you & he was blushing.

"Oh my God, James," you laughed as you leaned up on your toes to kiss him, "I love you, too, so so much," he returned your kiss & his smile widened while his cheeks reddened. You hugged him close when he pulled away & he graciously returned your embrace. He pressed a kiss to your head & you listened to the nervous beating of his heart, still smiling, "I love you, too."