Slow Hands- James March x Reader

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Requested by: @ahswitchy 

Girl, could you write a smut about James and a VERY innocent and shy reader?? I just need more of Mr. March in my miserable life ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ~ahswitchy (this is my main blog 🌚)

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This wasn’t our first time having dinner, this was probably more like the fourth. I was surprised at how quickly James moved along with me. I mean I’ve only been here about a week and he somehow managed to say yes to four dinners.

“I must say that you are absolutely divine. I want nothing more than just treat you to a lavish dinner in my suite. I can promise you I’ll be on my best behaviour of course. I just wish to spend more time with you.” he said, flashing that handsome grin of his.

I took a deep breath, as I stood in front of his door. Even though this wasn’t the first time it always felt like it was. My stomach was knotted and my palms were sweaty from the nerves. Who knows maybe this was the night that he finally lost interest in me because I said the wrong thing. I wiped my hands on my dress and knocked.

Seconds later the door opened and he stood before me, same devilishly handsome grin and dressed formally. “I was starting to worry, you’re later than usual. Did something happen dear?” he asked, escorting me in like usual. “Well, I uh….I uhh. I ran out of clothes. I just….didn’t want to disappoint you with something a little mundane so I needed to buy a new dress for tonight.” I said, looking down as I spoke.

With jazz playing out of his victrola he had a hard time hearing me. “Darling, you know I can’t hear you if you talk to my carpet. I do think that it’s a lovely pattern, but I believe that I should get your attention.” My face burned from the embarrassment, my head slowly lifts, but I couldn’t really get any focused eye contact. “I needed to go shopping because I ran out of nice things to wear.”

He helped me into my seat and let his hands rest on his shoulder. “Well the wait was worth it, you look divine.” he said. “Care for a drink?”

I smiled at him, my face turning a light red as his compliment flustered me. “Just wine please and thank you James.” I said quietly. He smirked and walked over to this liquor cabinet, “Of course, the usual?” I nodded my head, a little embarrassed that he knew that I never really tried anything else and kept sticking to the wine I had during our first dinner.

He came around and gave me my glass, “This happens to be one of my favorite wines as well, you know. I tend to save it for when I’m having somewhat of a good day.” He walked over to his seat and poured himself a glass. “Cheers dear.”  

I raised my glass with him, confused as to why were doing such a thing. He took his seat shortly after and called for Miss.Evers, who came around the corner to serve dinner to us. My eyes widened as she was serving one of my favorites. “A little birdie told me you were having a particular craving for lasagna and garlic breadsticks so I took it upon myself to settle your cravings. Dig in, I hope it’s up to your standards.”  he said, placing his napkin on his lap and starting to eat.

I took a bite and groaned in satisfaction, “This is delicious, really hits the spot. Thank you James.” He just smiled and gave a slight nod to me, “Of course, anything for you my dear.” We continued dinner in relative silence, talking to each other when something of a conversational topic came up. It was still a rather nice evening. “So, our little toast earlier, what exactly was that for James. Did something good happen for the hotel?” I asked, taking in the last of my glass of wine.

My body was relaxed at this point, not really tipsy, but to the point where I was able to come out of my shell just a tad bit. “Well, if you haven’t noticed, this is our fourth dinner together, and I feel like now is the perfect time to ask you something.” he said. “I’ve been wanting to ask you this for a while, but seeing as how you tend to be apprehensive I wanted to ease you into this by waiting.”

I felt my palms start to sweat again as my mind was flooding over different scenarios that could happen in that moment. I was so caught up in my head that I hadn’t noticed that I was staring blankly at the center vase on the table, James just standing next to me. He cleared his throat, his hand out in front of me, “Well…would you like to dance with me?”

He snapped me out of my daze and I nodded, “O-oh, sure. Of course.”  I took his hand and he helped me out of my chair. His victrola continued to play jazz, this new record he played however was all smooth jazz. It was nice, slow and surprisingly I found myself getting more relaxed by the tune.

I let him settle his hands on me, one firmly on my hip and the other clasping my freehand. I had one hand on his shoulder and we started to slowly sway in the middle of his suite. I could feel his eyes stare down on me. “Am I doing something wrong?” I asked, “I don’t really dance much.”

“You’re doing just fine dear.” he said. “You just look…perfect.” I felt my face heat up, blushing from him again. “James…you’re a complete flirt. Stop.” I muttered. “I only speak the truth, you truly are perfect.” he said to me again. I was at a loss for words and I just responded by taking my hand that was entangled with his and putting it around his neck. It met with my other hand and I inevitably pulled myself into his body, my head now rested on his chest.

His hands came around and hugged me, settling on my lower back while his head came down slightly to rest of my shoulder. We continued dancing for I’m not sure how long, but when I finally lifted my head away from him, the victrola had started playing it’s third loop of the record. For a moment we just looked at each other, his brown doe eyes looked down at mine.

“James.” I called his name out softly.

“Yes dear?” he responded, his voice hoarse and low.

I felt a wave of want and need take me over and I leaned into him. He took that as a sign to lean in slightly, his breath was lightly hitting my skin as I drew closer to him. “James.” I said once more right before our lips finally met. I let out a light whine when I finally felt the softness of his lips and taste of fine whiskey and Cuban cigars.

His hands pressed harder against my back, pulling me more into the kiss. I felt myself walk backwards until he had me pressed against the wall. It was like he was trapping me, keeping me from pulling away from him, and to be honest I didn’t want to pull away.

Pretty soon that one kiss turned to more and I found myself making out with him. For someone who always carried a sense of control and command, he was surprisingly submissive. He waited patiently for me to get comfortable to start something else whether it be a new hand placement, or the slight drag of his tongue on my lip begging to enter my mouth.

I parted my lips and I felt his tongue enter my mouth, he played with my tongue, not fighting me for dominance as we explored each other. His hands started to slowly slip under my dress. They were large and slightly calloused, grazing my skin lightly as he started to rub along my outer thighs. I knew he wanted more from this, evident from him jerking his hand back whenever his fingertips touched the edge of my panties.

I thought it was cute, how he was refraining himself from going further than I wanted, but in the moment I wanted him to take it further. So in a bold move one of my hands came down from his neck and slowly trailed down to his thigh. I pressed my palm against his pant bulge while my fingers rubbed along his tip. He let out a groan and his hand moved to rub my entrance over my panties.

My head pulled back and curled slightly against the wall, causing me to pull away from him, “James.” I moaned out, when he continued to slowly rub me. “I want you, please. I need you.” I heard him swallow hard, “Are you sure you wish for me to be your first?”

I nodded with no hesitation, “Please James.” He smiled, his hands coming to take mine and he walked me to his bed. “Then I’ll make it perfect.”

He stood me in front of his bed, his eyes taking me in for a moment. One hand came to cradle my cheek while the other gently stretched my arm slightly. He placed slow and ornate kisses on my wrist, inner elbow, and shoulder before kissing my lips and repeating the process on the other arm, his hands switching positions.

Each kiss caused me to shiver and further my arousal as he took the time to appreciate my body. I found myself lifting my neck,nestling into his hand and wanting him to place a few kisses there before he moved further.  He smiled and place deep kisses on my neck, even giving me a small light bruise where he suckled on my skin.

Once his lips returned to mine he started to work my dress, unzipping it and letting it fall off of my shoulders and onto the floor. “Lay on the bed, I’m not done with you just yet.” he groaned. I smiled and sat down on the bed, taking that time to remove my heels. I scooted up a little and laid back. He kicked his shoes off and swiftly discarded his jacket. He took his suspenders off before undoing his belt. Afterward He shimmied his pants to pool at his ankles and stepped out of them.

Returning his attention to me once more he let his hands run up my thighs again, this time slower so my body could feel every part of his touch. I bit my lip as I watched his gaze register my reaction when he brought my panties down. Once those were gone he crawled onto the bed, his body just hovering inches over mine. Came down and started to kiss along my neck again, this time I could feel his tongue drag along my skin. I let out a louder moan from the feeling.

His head came up whispering right into my ear, “Now remove the last of my clothes.”

I nodded and my hands started to pop the buttons off his shirt, tug off his shoulders, and toss it to the side of the bed. I then went to push down his briefs until my hands couldn’t reach any further, to which he happily discarded it for me. He took one of my hands and brought it down to his exposed erection before working on removing my bra. “Rub it. You’ll like it.” he told me before his head came down to kiss my chest. He took a nipple into his mouth and started to suck at it, his tongue flicking and swirling around my hardened bud. My body reacted by raising slightly, and my hand grasped his shaft.

I started to let it rub along his length, I reveled how he was slowly unraveling because of my actions. I took in every single moan he had. My head rolled back in to the pillows of the bed and I let out a loud whine when his fingers pushed into my entrance. He hardened almost immediately into my hand when he did and my toes started to curl. The wetness of my own arousal was getting onto my thighs because of his fingers vigorously pushing in and out of me and stretching me out.

“James, James. I’m ready. Put it in me please.” I groaned. His head lifted from my chest and he nodded. Sitting up he pulled his fingers out of me. He parted my legs further and aligned himself with my core before slowly making his way in.

My eyes widened and I gripped his forearms, screaming his name. He grunted, “Your body is absolutely exquisite.” He let out a satisfied groan seconds later when he got him in completely. I let my legs wrap around his hips as he slowly began to build a rhythm with me.

He was very vocal with himself, groaning and calling out my name. “You’re better than I could have ever imagined.” he grunted. My walls contracted around him when he rubbed against my g-spot. “J-James.”

He lowered himself, so our bodies were pressed against one another, when he was starting to go faster. My hands started to rake across his back. “James, right…right there.” I groaned. Because our bodies were right against each other, there was continuous friction against my clit. “Faster, James.”

He grunted, taking in my requests and quickened his pace against the same spot. I felt my walls start to contract more as he throbbed against me. I felt my toes curl and my hands started to press into his shoulders. “Yes!James!” I yelled before my body shook. I let out a string of moans and praises as I came hard. He groaned out my name seconds later as his own orgasm took him.

We continued to move our bodies as we rode our highs together. I panted, James’ body slumping over mine as he came down with me, he panted just as heavy. “Did you enjoy yourself darling?” he asked, slowly rolling off of me.  I smiled, curling into his side, “I did, that was definitely…perfect.”

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“Are you certain you wish to try this darling?” James asked me. I nodded, “I mean I’ve always wanted to experiment in the bedroom and you’re the only one I can trust to make me feel safe during.”

He nodded, “Very well, we will go easy on your first time and we can test your limit from there. Now go get on the bed.”

I smiled and started to get ready, stripping down to my underwear and laying down on the bed. James rummaged through one of his dresser drawers and pulled out a few things, the first of which was a blindfold and ear muffs. He came around to the top of the bed where my head rested on pillows. He lifted my head and put the blindfold and earmuffs on.

I heard low muffled noises, most likely from James. “I can’t hear you James.” I said loudly, not really knowing my own increased in volume. Things were quiet for a minute or two before flinching to the sudden feeling of silk lightly brushing against my wrist.

I felt myself being tied up to the bed posts; I couldn’t help but get aroused by my own vulnerability. It was still again for another minute, James was probably making me wait to torture me. I bit my lip when I felt the bed dip from his weight. “James.” I called out into the silence.

Instead of a muffle I was greeted to his lips pressing against mine. His hands slipped under my bra and started to get fondle my breasts. My lips parted and my chest raised when he twisted my nipples lightly. He took the opportunity to let his tongue slip into my mouth.

I groaned when his tongue intertwined with mine, completely frustrated when I couldn’t touch him due to the restraints. His lips slowly started to move along my body, kissing down my stomach until he was by my thighs. He started to kiss the exposed skin as he tore my panties with his hands. My body shuttered with each kiss, my body only getting wetter from his actions. “James, please I need you master.”

I felt my body arch when I felt his tongue sink into my core. His head moved, causing his nose to grind into my clit. I fruitlessly fought against my restraints, desperate to feel his body under my arms. I started to whimper loudly, “James, you’re an absolute god! You feel so amazing darling.”  

I felt his head move away from me and I whined from the loss of contact. My head rolled back soon after when I felt him push into me. His arms were resting on either side of my chest with his head right next to my neck. His warm breath was erratic as he was quickly thrusting into my core, probably close to his limit.

His hands moved from the side to over my chest, letting his palms roll my nipples until they hardened and pinching them once they were. “J-James, I’m…I’m gonna cum.” I groaned into his ear. He moved faster, moving one of his hands to rub circles against my clit. My moans increasingly grew louder until I was practically screaming his name. My body rocked as I came, desperately grinding against his pelvis as I chased my high.

I heard him mumble again, much louder and I felt the familiar throbbing of his orgasm as he came soon after me. He slammed much harder into me, like he was ensuring every last drop of himself was in me. Seconds later he came down from his orgasm and slumped onto me like always.

My earmuffs were the first to go, still blinded as to what was going on. “James?” I called out softly. “Yes, I’m here dear, just…breathless.” he panted. “Did I do good James?” I asked him. “You were perfect, I do enjoy you calling me master and god.” he responded.

I smiled, “I’ll make note of that.”