Anshyaa - ANSHY

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.”

LOOK AT THIS MAN! 😭

SIR... good grief that's a wide splay my guy 😆

It’s not a want. It’s a NEED

im not posting the rest of it here.

God wants you to sexualize that old man

Hear me out, phone sex with 2004 James on his first tour sober and he’s just so desperate for his girl and starts telling her what to do and asks stuff like “what are you wearing?” Or saying “I want you to go lay in bed in just your panties for me baby.”

IVE ALWAYS WANTED TO WRITE PHONE SEX WITH JAMES

𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ²⁰⁰⁴

It was just two weeks since James left for tour, first one sober, and I was already aching from his absence. We kept in touch with calls, but tonight I just felt lonely. I missed his hands on me, his voice, and how he made me feel. I missed him.

I lay down on our bed, staring at the ceiling, when my phone rang. It was James, he was calling me from his hotel room. I answered the phone right away, and even the sound of his voice when he answered, my heart jumped a beat.

"Hey, baby." His deep and whining voice managed to give me chills.

"Hey, James," I answered while trying to keep my voice steady.

"I miss you," he said lowly, and it was quite hard to miss the yearning in his tone. "It's so hard not being with you."

"I miss you too, honey." My throat tightened a little. "I miss you so much."

For a sec, there was just silence apart from the sound of our breathing. His voice then returned on the line, softer and more personal. "What are you wearing?"

His question caught me off guard and yet it excited me., as I knew exactly where this was headed "Um, just one of your old T shirts," I said, looking down at the worn fabric. "And panties."

"God, I wish I could see you right now," he murmured. "Want you to do something for me, baby."

"Anything," I whispered.

"I want you to go lay in bed in just your panties for me. Can you do that?" he asked roughly, the sound of rustling fabric coming from his line.

"Yes," I breathed, already moving to strip off the t-shirt. I tossed it aside and snuggled into the duvet, feeling the cool sheets against my skin.

"Good girl," I heard he smiled. "Now I want you to touch yourself. Just over your panties… very gently."

I did slowly what he asked, running my fingers over the fabric and feeling heat grow between my legs. "I'm touching myself," I admitted, melting into the bed as I did as he asked.

"Tell me what that feels like," he encouraged, voice crackling over the phone.

"It feels good," I whispered. "Warm a-and soft..."

"Fuck, I wish I were there to feel you," he groaned. "I'm so hard just thinking about you."

"What are you doing?" I asked, fingers still tantalizingly rubbing.

"I'm lying on the bed, just in my boxers," he said. "I'm so hard, baby. I'm stroking myself through the fabric, imagining it's your hand."

The mental image making my clit throb. "God… I want to touch you," I said softly.

"Slide your panties off," he directed. "I want you to touch your pretty pussy for me."

I slipped the panties off and tossed them to the side, opening my legs a little more as I touched myself. "I'm so wet, James," I confessed, feeling the slickness on my fingers.

"God, I can't wait to taste you again," he groaned. "Rub your clit for me. Make yourself feel good."

I circled my clit with my fingers, giving in a little whine before I could censor myself. "I'm rubbing my clit," I strained, trying to speak louder than the whisper that emerged.

"Fuck, wish I were there to lick you, make you cum in my mouth," his voice rising with raw desire, had her listening openmouthed. "I’m stroking my cock now, baby. I'm so hard for you."

"What’s it like?" I moaned, wanting to be able to picture every detail as I began to squirm under my own ministrations on myself.

"Feels so good," he strained. "How hard I am, moving my hand up and down, pretending is your mouth, your pretty little pussy."

"I need you inside me," I moaned, and the heat built between my legs even more now. "I want you, James."

"I want you too, baby," he rasped, his voice raw with need. "I want you to push two fingers inside yourself. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," I breathed, slipping my fingers inside. The sensation was oh so sharp, and I could feel myself clenching around it.

"God, I wish I could feel you around my cock," he groaned. "Move your fingers in and out, just like I would."

I did, sliding my finger slow, feeling the wet and the heat. "I'm fucking myself with my fingers, James," I shook, rocking my hips into my palm.

"That's so hot," he agreed. "I’m pumping my cock, imagining it's inside you, feeling how tight and wet you are… just for me.."

"I want to taste you," I said, feeling bold. "I want to lick your cock, make you cum down my throat…”

"God, baby, you're killin’ me," he moaned. "I'm so close, just thinking about my cock filling your mouth."

"I'm so close too," I said and added a third finger, feeling the pressure start to lay on me.

He groaned again. "Come for me, baby. Let me hear you."

His voice, his vision in my head of him stroking himself was too much. My whole body shook and I came with a cry, feeling myself clench and ooze around my fingers

"Fuck, that's it," he groaned. "I'm cumming too, baby. I'm cumming- so hard…”

I could hear his breath hold, before a loud groan filled my ear. “Fuck… I’m covered in cum… all for you baby.”

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I need him so bad 😪