Request:Hey love🙋 can you do a James March smut imagine where he’s possessive over reader?
A/N:Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I hope this isn’t too terrible and I didn’t fuck up the request… I love you guys, enjoy my terrible attempt at smut      Â
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      “Where do you think you’re going?” you heard James’ voice ring from behind you. You turned.Â
        "I’m needed up stairs,“ you told him simply. James nodded, striding over to you as he ran his slender fingers along the railing of the hallway.
        "Trust me, Darling,” he started, face leaning in to utter words in your ear, "they couldn’t need you as much as I do,“ he purred. You felt the hair on the back of your neck stand as his tepid breath ran across the surface of your skin. You pulled your head back to look at him; his eyes were pouring with concupiscence. You couldn’t help yourself, and with one swift move of impulse, you were both swept into a swarming atmosphere of passion and desire. He smiled into the kiss coquettishly at your eagerness as you both hurriedly sought out for the nearest unoccupied room.
My Type is Homicidal 