Oh, It's Just Like This Sequence Of @homunculus100_ On Twitter

Oh, it's just like this sequence of @homunculus100_ on Twitter

it’s the 90s and you are watching wrestling with james and play fighting but then he pins you to the floor and puts his hand in your pants haha what if 🤭🫠

yep absolutely. he’s suddenly got the attention span of a fish and needs you more than air……

he’d been glancing at you the whole time. you could see him in your peripheral, the lift of his beer to his lips, his head tipping back and the stretch of his throat, then his head turning towards you, raking his eyes over your body before turning back to the tv.

you stopped paying attention long ago, you could barely say what you were even watching anymore if you were asked, you were too busy focused on james twitching hands, looking like he was going to make the move towards you, but they stayed on his thighs.

except this hesitant behaviour was wildly different to what you usually experienced with james, therefore you were feeling more restless than ever.

keen to break the tension, you turn to face him properly.

“i can do that,” you say nodding to the wrestlers on the screen, “i just don’t want to.” as you finish your sentence, one of the contenders is wrestled to the floor, pinned down easily by their opponent.

“really now?” james drawls, swinging his head to look at you, disbelief colouring his features.

“what, don’t believe me, hetfield? you gonna underestimate me?” you challenge him, though your voice dropped a little as you spoke his name, stirring something within the both of you.

“it’s not that i don’t believe you, it’s that i want a little….proof.” he says, licking over his lips and glances back to the screen, seeing that the wrestlers were now writhing on the floor, trying to gain the upper hand. neither of you knew who was winning, the match the last thing on your minds, you were far too invested in where this conversation was heading..although you had a good idea.

“oh well if it’s proof you want..i suppose i can bust a move or two for you.” you smile sweetly, batting your lashes and blowing him a kiss.

“get your ass up then.” you order of him, standing yourself and waiting expectantly.

“ohh bossy, i like it.” he smirks at you, quickly going from looking up at you, to looking down at you, as he draws to his full height.

“there’s more where that came from..” you say suggestively, inching the couch back slightly with you legs, as you come to stand behind james.

“where’d you go?” he questions, whipping his head to the side in an effort to see behind him.

“i’m right here, but it’s all about the element of surprise you see..” you draw out, letting your hands rest on his waist, fighting against his reflex to squirm, having found that his waist is quite ticklish.

“yeah okay, okay i get you, but i don’t think i jump that easiLY OHH WOAH-” james’ voice tapers off into an exclamation of surprise.

as he was speaking, you’d poked your foot into the back of his knee and bucked his leg, still grabbing a hold of his waist so he didn’t crash into the coffee table, but still so you were able to lower him to the floor on his knees.

“want to rethink your previous statement?” you ask matter of factly, having proved yourself a little already.

“well you caught me off guard with your hands on my waist, you know it’s sensitive there..” he tries to talk sweetly to you, looking up at you again from his lower stance.

“i warned you plenty, you’re just a sore loser..” you pat his head as you speak, petting his hair as if to comfort him.

“oh i haven’t lost yet, we’ve barely even started.” james states almost proudly, distracting you with his eyes staring up at you, while his arms encircle your thighs and bring you down to the floor with him.

“oh okay so we’re going down” you say stating the obvious, rather accepting of your fate.

“no you’re going down” james mutters, just quiet enough so you couldn’t hear.

“hmm what was that??” you quiz him.

“i said no you’re going down” he answers, leaving his wording ambiguous for you to guess in what way he meant. your didn’t have much time to deliberate before he was urging you to start, offering himself to you.

“okay then, do your worst baby.” opening his arms to you and inviting the competition.

“ahhh” you yell as you lunge forward, tackling him onto his back and pinning him down, just like the wrestlers had done on the tv…well not exactly the same. not in the way you’d rested your pelvis over his, keeping still but firm over him.

“oof” he grunts out as he hits the floor, seeming far too pleased for someone being wrestled to the ground. but who could blame him, your loose shirt allowed you tits to be seen over the collar and your face was so close to his, as you kept his hands pinned to the carpet beneath you by a hand on each wrist.

using all your effort, you held him down, against his efforts to get up. you don’t think he was using as much strength as he could have, because no matter how strong you were, you couldn’t overpower the size of the man.

“are you ready to proven wrong?” you ask him, still holding strong against him, acting as his restraints.

“i think i have something else in mind actually..” he responds, a twinkle in his eye that wasn’t there before, you don’t think. but before you could ask what exactly, you feel yourself shifting and a sudden view change from james beneath on the carpet, to james above you.

“oh hey i wasn’t ready.” you pout at him, hoping to appeal to his weaker side.

“hope you’re ready now sweetheart.” he says, not explaining for what exactly, but you’re anticipating everything and anything.

however, james using one hand to pin both of yours above your head, so he could drag the other down your body, landing above your pussy, cupping you over your pants.

“ready for what?” you squeak out, looking up at him with big wet eyes. playing innocent if it meant getting what you want.

“for some fun baby, it’s a sport remember..” he speaks to you as if the answer was right there all along, as if there was no other explanation for why his hand was pushing under the waistband of your pants and pressing his fingers right onto your swollen clit.

“ohh yeah, i think i remember..” you gasp out, letting your head rest against the floor, and james keep his movements on your pussy.

“baby you don’t have to think now, you don’t have to do anything, just spread your legs a little more for me and don’t quiet those moans either, i wanna hear you..” he urges you, fingers increasing pace against you.

amidst it all, you take a moment to really realise what you had gotten yourself into. at first you wanted to get james to talk to you, or at least address the way he kept looking over at you. and now you were pinned beneath him, spread out on the floor and feeling his fingers dip inside you, before moving back and spreading your warm wetness over you.

he lowers his lips down to yours, brushing them together, feeling your panting breathe exhale against his lips, causing him to shiver from the fact that he was making you feel so good.

“james, uh, jamess” you moan out, grinding your hips up to him. through seconds later, you’re whining from loss of contact, as james pulls his hand from your pussy, and from your wrists too. but before you had the chance to ask what was going on, he’d moved down to the crotch of your bottoms, just some thin bottoms that clung to your body slightly.

he caressed over the skin for a second before he moved his hands to between your thighs and gripped onto the material of your pants and ripped them in half, exposing your bare pusey to the chill of the room.

you gasp, craning your head to look down at yourself and bring your legs up to your chest, wanting desperately now for him to fuck you, to do something, anything.

before you could ask, he brings his hand back down to your pussy, and the other back to your wrist where you’d kept them, too transfixed by the sight of james spreading you apart and exposing you to him roughly.

“still think you’re gonna win?” he asks you, almost seriously, the only thing letting it down was the way his fingers picked up pace on your clit, rubbing over it and smearing your wetness over you.

“uhh uh huh huh” your voice is reduced to gasping moans and incoherent jumbles. the feeling of james’ big thick fingers stroking over you enough stimulation, after very little, to have you writhing in place on the floor. your legs shaking around him, trying to latch your body onto any part of him you can reach, making up for the fact that your touch was restricted.

“james i’m gonna, fuck, i’m gonna cum yeah..” you manage to speak out between breaths and moans.

“yeah baby? you gonna cum? on my fingers? oh you’re my dirty little sweetheart aren’t you. so willing for me, spread out on your back with my fingers inside you.” he grits out, the juices dripping out of you spilling onto the edge of your bottoms, it’s not like you’d be able to wear them against after this….unless you wanted to surprise james one day.

“ohhh shit, here it comes, i’m cumming, james fuck..” you wail as your orgasm hits you, causing you to thrash against his hold on your hand, trying as hard as you could to grip onto his arm while in this position, some stable place to maintain contact between you.

james kept rubbing over you as you came down from your high, his touch growing soft and then disappearing, moving instead to stroke your sides and then cup your cheeks, planting a soft kiss on your lips, freeing your hands from his, letting you grip the back of his head and properly wrap your legs around his waist, attaching yourself to him.

“you see, i think that means i won this one..” he smirks down at you, taking a break from kissing your lips to tease you.

“who said it’s over??” you fire back at him, because soon it would be you that was going down…literally.

i love myself some sweet little fluff that descends into smut…and james is so fine