James March x Reader
Requested by @flowrveils: “"Don’t do that" with James where maybe the reader is trying to do some work or smth and James is trying to distract her bc he wants some fun time😉 or vice versa if you prefer! This is the last one I think😂 so sorry if I bothered you! Of course you don’t have to do any requests you don’t want to!” + “"Hey! Your hand does not go there!“ For james?”
A/N: I hope you don’t mind me combining these two prompts! And sorry if it’s shit, especially the ending. Thanks for the requests, my lovelies! x
A rainy day, completely with overcast skies and a dismal atmosphere, citizens shielding themselves underneath umbrellas or rushing to a place of dry cover – that was the view you had whenever you glanced out the window, tracking the raindrops as they slid down the glass panes, mingling with and separating from the others in a mesmerizing dance.
Then there was you specifically, locked away inside your hotel room with your papers spread out haphazardly on the table before you, opened and scattered from your studious attention. Pages flipped as you worked, notes scrawled and erased, and then scribbled down once more.
You leaned your head on your head as your tired eyes continually flicked between the text in front of you and the notes you’d taken over it. Increasing frustration made you tap your pen rapidly across the paper, the speed increasing the longer you went without comprehending the concept spelled out for you, reflecting your swelling agitation.
So lost in your exasperation with your studies, you failed to notice James had made his usual appearance in your room, oblivious to the added presence and resulting energy shift to which you were normally so attuned. When his hands came down to rest lightly on your shoulders your back tensed to the point of a dull physical pain.
“Fucking Christ, James.”
“My apologies, dearest.” After gently squeezing your shoulders, he removed his hands and took up the seat at the side of the table. He moved it just a bit closer, turning to gaze at you. “Do tell me, darling, how much longer you will be.”
You eyed him for a moment, disgruntled, before turning dutifully back to your notes. “I don’t know. Until I get too tired, I guess.”
James’ hand reached across your sight and promptly shut the textbook laid in front of you. “Darling, you have been away for hours. You deserve to rest, if only for a little while.”
“James, please.” Sighing, you brushed away his hand and reopened the text, taking the hasty time to flip back to where the assigned section. “I need to study.”
“Perhaps I did not make myself clear.”
His hand landed firmly on your thigh. If it had been any other time, you would have appreciated his touch, but at the moment you could not afford to be distracted – and James’ touch had that exact effect on you. He knew it, too.
Exhaling heavily, you insistently removed his hand from your leg. “Don’t do that.”
“You deserve to rest,” he purred into your ear. “Allow me to assist you, my dearest [Y/N].”
“James, I said – Hey! Your hand does not go there!”
The pen dropped from your hand at the sudden brush between your thighs. Warmth flooded your body at the abrupt gesture. You jerked your head to glare at him.
James grinned at you. “I am a man on a mission, darling, and I do not intend on conceding without achieving my goal.”
Man On A Mission ~Prompt~
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My Type is Homicidal 