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Hi Elena!

Could you maybe write something with this specific era James where he fucks his girl in missionary and he gets so worked up looking at her tits that he ends up pulling out and cumming on them? Bonus points if he uses his 🍆 to smear his cum all over them.

Reader or James POV, either one is fine

THIS GIF IS SO SEXY DUDE

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ²⁰⁰⁶

I lay sprawled on the bed, my naked body glistening with the sweat, as James crawled towards me. That is always the way it happens with him any time we are about to fuck, his passion never fails.

As he positioned himself between my legs, I could feel him buzz with how horny he was. I couldn't help arching my back a little as he started to ease inside me. In that now familiar feeling, our bodies linked.

I relax back, feeling everything. His thrusts grew more urgent, his pace quickening as he drove into me. I felt his breath hot against my skin while his lips nuzzled at my neck, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

“Baby… you were fuckin’ made for me…”

With every thrust, my breasts jiggled. In fact, James' eyes did not leave them, fixated by their fleshy beauty, and I could only feel very proud about how they bounced to every single movement.

James stopped mid thrust, his eyes fixing on my chest once more. In a seconds long gaze, his pupils dilated as he stared at my naked breasts, and something in his gaze was so overwhelming that I felt like I was choking, the feeling suggesting that something had turned.

"Fuck," he groaned again, his voice very low. "Your tits are so fuckin’ beautiful."

I felt my face flush as he began to move again, feeling the tingle down my spine. But it was somehow very different this time; he wasn't making love anymore, but seemed to be in a mindset to worship my body.

His thrusts came harder, and I felt him push deeper inside of me than he ever had. I could feel my breasts bouncing wildly with every movement, and James' eyes never left them. It was as if he had become mesmerized by them, his desire to possess them completely taking over.

I was gasping for air, and my body started to shake while he was pumping still into me. Everything went intense at that second, and an ocean of pleasure began to sweep over me before James came.

It was then that, instead of cumming, he pulled out abruptly from me. His gaze locked again on my chest, and with a quick, he grabbed his cock and began to masturbate.

"Gonna cum on ‘em…” he groaned.

I stared in lust as he emptied himself all over my bare breasts. Some kind of hot rain shower burst forth from his tip, spattering against my skin. I felt it seep into the valleys between my nipples and pool around my flesh while he continued to pump his cock.

"Look at you," James panted, his eyes never off my chest. "You're covered in me."

He reached out one hand, almost lazily, and smeared some of the cum onto my skin with his fingers. I moaned slightly at the sensation as he did this again and again.

"Fuck," James groaned, barely loud enough to hear. "You're so goddamn sexy."

I gazed down at myself, a strange sort of pride he smeared cum all over me with his cock. It was an unusual feeling, but one that seemed to excite me.

James continued to play with the cum on my chest, gently slapping my breasts with it as he praised my beauty.

The more he played, the more excited I was by the sight of his seed all over me. I had this huge urge to taste him.

"Can I…?" I barely managed to get the words out of my mouth.

James gazed up at me with the familiar smolder in his eyes. "Yes, fuck… I’m gonna cum again, take it," he growled, pushing toward me.

I bent low, the cool air of the room across my skin as I reached out and grasped my lips around him. Cum immediately shot onto my tongue, salty and sweet all at once. I moaned softly as James began to thrust into my mouth, just gently as he rid himself of the last of his seed down my throat.

The bed swallowed us whole as we collapsed onto it. Looking down at the smears of cum still adorning my chest, I couldn't suppress the smile that appeared there.

“You look so good covered in me.”

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Hi! Would you be comfortable to write the story with the reader who is in abusive relationship with a guy, and one night after a severe fight with him she managed to leave his flat and came to Kirk. I'd like to read a hurt/comfort story with a happy ending (not smut one) if you consider writing it.

Awwww dude this is so sad and cute at the same time

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 ¹⁹⁹⁹

Barely able to see through the tears, I stumbled out of the apartment, my cheek stinging from the blow that had just landed there. I don't know where I was going, I just knew I had to get away, to go far away.

I found me instinctively heading toward the one place I knew I would be safe. I didn't think twice, my feet carried me toward Kirk's place like their own accord. I'd known Kirk for years. He was the closest thing to a friend I'd ever had.

By the time I reached the door, My hands were unsteady, reaching up to knock, and I sort of just paused there, wondering if I even belonged here. But that fear of going back home, facing that monster again, took over anything else. I knocked.

The door was finally squeaked open, and there before me stood Kirk, under the shitty light of his entryway.

"Jesus, what happened?" he asked frantically.

The words just couldn't come out of my mouth, they were stuck like glue in my throat, along with sobs that I tried with everything to stifle. All I did was shake my head.

Kirk didn't lose time. He reached down and gently pulled me inside, closing the door behind us. His touch was so gentle as he led me to the couch, helped me sit down, then dropped to a knee in front of me. He was so near, yet I could see how every line of his face, how his eyes were looking into mine.

"Please tell me," he said softly "What happened?"

My mouth fell open to speak, but all I could choke was a sob. I quickly clasped a hand over my mouth, trying to stifle the noise, but Kirk just reached up and gently took my hand in his, pulling it away from my face.

"Shh, you’re okay. You don't have to say anything until you're ready," he whispered, his thumb stroking over my knuckles.

Before I knew it, I was spilling. I told him about the fight, how it had started over something tiny, as it always did. How it had escalated, his anger turning into something violent, something I hadn't had before. How he would hit me, how he would keep hitting with me,blow after blow, until I couldn't take it anymore. I ran.

I was weeping uncontrollably with my shoulders shaking. Kirk's face was a mass of just hardly contained fury, his jaw loosely grinding together with muscles clenching so hard that I could see them twitch the skin. But his touch stayed so gentle, his hands never leaving mine.

"He hit you," Kirk repeated, his seriousness terrified me. "That son of a bitch hit you.”

I nodded, "everyone thinks it's just... normal arguments, that I'm exaggerating, but it's not. I can't. I can't take it anymore, Kirk…”

In his mind, I could see, he was turning over the best way to tell me, looking at me with sorrow. He let out a very slow breath before he spoke again.

"You're not going back there," he said, his tone brooking no arguments, "You're staying here with me and I'm going to call him to end this bullshit."

I opened my mouth to protest, to tell him that this was exactly why I didn't want to be more trouble, but he silenced me with a glance. "No," he said firmly. "This isn't your fault, and it's not your problem to fix. He's the one who screwed up, not you.”

I nodded weakly, too tired and too much broken to argue. "Ok…" I whispered.

He nodded, satisfied, and now I helped him to his feet, keeping his arm about me as he had with me.

He led me carefully towards his bedroom. Down the hall, into his room, seated on the bed edge, careful with me, so careful, like I was porcelain as he helped me sit.

“I’ll get you cleaned up,” he smiled faintly moving to get a washcloth. When he got back, he knelt in front of me again, his hands slow as he wiped the blood away from my split lip and the tears from my cheeks. He worked in quiet as my eyes watched his every movement. I felt something in those seconds, something I couldn’t name.

When he was done, he put the cloth aside and looked up at me, filled with so much care that it ached in my chest. "You're safe," he said gently.

I nodded my head, swallowing hard against the mountain in my throat. "Thank you," I finally managed to say.

He made no answer to my words but helped me to settle. There was a bed beneath me with softness, and the covers gave and were warm, and for the first time in what seemed forever, I felt safe.

Kirk climbed in beside me, moving slowly, not wanting to startle me. He pulled me into his arms so that the solid warmth of his chest was pressed against my back.

"It's okay," he whispered, breath warm by my ear. "I've got you."

I closed my eyes and let myself be cocooned in him.

"You're so strong," he murmured. "But you don't have to be strong all the time.“

I wouldn't have thought Kirk would be here to walk me through it.

All I could do was nod, and that was sufficient enough for him.

Kirk pressed a soft kiss to the crown of my head, his lips sitting there for a moment.

I wasn't alone. I had Kirk.

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