The bookcases in the study creaked under Mika’s weight when James slammed her against the nearest one. He sighed as he locked lips with her, buried his fingers in her hair, drank her in like he was starved for energy.
Mika cupped his cheek and moaned into his mouth, her eyes fluttering. She hooked a leg up on his hip and arced up against him. The latter, she hadn’t realized doing until James all but tore her shirt up to grab her boob. That was James, drawn to a tit like a thirsty horse to water.
He pushed her bra up too and parted from their hungry kiss to kneel. “Fuck…”
Mika’s nails dug into his scalp, a moan barely escaping her when the back of her head slammed against a row of books. James locked his lips around a nipple and lapped at it just enough to make it pucker so he could graze his teeth over it.
Mika squeaked, she couldn’t keep herself quiet. When she reached up to cover her mouth, James hummed a smug chuckle around her and grabbed her wrist just in time, pinning it right at her side.
“James you ass, you cruel ass…!” She whined and squirmed.
She could feel him smiling around her tit, until he sucked. Then she could only feel pleasure skitter through her and shoot straight to her crotch.
With some effort, James unclasped her bra and helped her pull her shirt off. Both garments were tossed aside. When he brought his attention back to her tits, he glanced up at her and slid his glasses off.
The smolder he gave her from that angle, that wanting glare through his ruffled bangs, would make her melt every time. He knew it, too.
James tossed his glasses aside and dove in for the other boob. Mika bit her lip, tried not to give his ego the satisfaction, but he kept sucking and flicking her nipple with the tip of his tongue, just barely enough, and she was keening.
“Goodness, whining already, love?” James chuckled, his warm breath puffing against her wet nipple. He fondled the other one just long enough for Mika to squirm.
“Perhaps you would like something more direct, hmm?” He cocked a brow up at her as he pinched it, and she almost kneed him out of sheer spite.
“I would like that quite a bit, yes, Raestrao,” she hissed, and relished getting to see his eyes flare gold and his torso seize forward. He groaned against her nipple.
She smirked down at him. He met her glare, as he slipped his hand up her skirt and ran his thumb over her cloth-covered lips.
Mika gasped and bucked against him, wide-eyed and mouth agape. His grin was almost peevish as his eyes gleamed gold. He easily pulled her underwear aside and slid a finger up into her.
“N-nnnnngh!! J-James–!” Mika tried not to be too loud but it wasn’t working so well. She grappled for something, anything as James pushed until his knuckle was flush against her, and curled.
She gripped his hair tighter than she should have. He grunted and slipped his free hand into hers, and she gripped as hard as she could. He thrusted up into her a few more times, got his finger good and slick, then gently introduced a second finger.
Even though he was delicate in the stretching process, he could still be rough with hitting her G-spot. James was merciless, grinning and baring his teeth as Mika writhed and clenched around him.
“Everything alright, love?”
The small part of Mika that was coherent enough, wanted to kick him. Fortunately for James, she was losing her mind in ecstasy and digging half-circles into his hand with her nails.
He scissored his fingers just then and Mika keened loud enough to be heard from the kitchen. James’ laugh was low and raspy, thick with hunger. His eyes’ glow never wavered.
“One more, I think,” he murmured. Smoothly he withdrew from her, and with a third finger he eased back into her.
Mika kept breathing even when her thighs trembled and her hair stuck to her jaw from sweating. She hated him so much, hated how smug he looked down there, hated how good he was with just his fingers.
He brushed his thumb against her clit and hit her G-spot all at once, and Mika did cry out that time. “Gently gently, fuck gently James…!”
He eased up the pressure on her clit and sparks of colored pleasure swam through her body. She could taste copper from her lip and it was delicious.
“You sound ready, I think,” James rumbled and slid his fingers out of her. “Carnivean’s Crown… such a messy woman, aren’t you, love.”
She leered at him as he helped her move from the bookcase to his desk – the unimportant one. She sat herself up on it and, taking the hint of how James stood before her, undid his fly for him.
“I wouldn’t look so satisfied with myself if I were you,” she growled through a smirk and heavy eyelids.
“No?” He cocked a brow down at her, using his clean hand to push his trousers down. “And why not?”
She paused. “Because it irritates me.”
“Oh I know, love, the bruised pride,” he snickered and stroked her cheek – clean hand of course. “You look absolutely delicious when you glare at me like that.”
“Then dig in,” she pulled his briefs down, and out bounced his seven and a half.
Before he could make any insinuations, she leaned back on the desk and propped a leg up on the edge. Her glare, a challenge.
James ran his wet hand over the head and length of his cock, looking her right in the eye as he did it.
“Now who’s making a mess,” she murmured.
“Are you certain you want my answer?” He leaned over her, clean hand braced on the desk as he jerked himself with her juices as lube.
“Yup,” She said, and spread her legs open further.
He chuckled. “Excellent.”
James eased her underwear down her thighs but left her skirt on. As he lined himself up, Mika decided to shift the power. She grabbed him by his tie and pulled him down into a bruising kiss that was more clanking teeth than tongue but that kind of thing was a turn-on for James and Mika knew it.
He slammed both hands on the desk and let out the deepest growl Mika had ever heard, deepened the kiss and tasted the traces of blood mingle. The glow in his eyes seemed to pulse with his heartbeat.
He pressed his hips forward and slid inside her, and they both gasped. Mika didn’t let him escape from the kiss though, her grip on his tie was solid.
It felt like forever, but his hips were finally flush against hers.
She loved him like this; her perfect gentleman, so polite and pristine, reduced to a complete mess of disheveled hair, wrinkled collar shirt, and raw hunger. The very same hunger he was looking at her with now.
Mika’s thighs trembled, but she clenched around him as hard as she could, just to goad him on, and when that dominance in him wavered as pleasure shot through him and he buckled, she pulled him by the tie one more time to murmur in his ear the only word she ever needed with him.
Tbh I don’t think he’d get involved with the company at all, and here’s why:
Running a business takes years of study in economics and the like. That’s part of why Mika was told to go to college before taking over; she needed to learn how to run the company. So what the heck makes James any more qualified to run it? If anything he’s less qualified, being from another plane of existence and raised in a culture whose technology and capital is still stuck in the medieval era. He’s a leader and looks good in a suit, but he’d still have to learn how businesses work in the human world.
James strikes me as the type who would want to settle into a humble profession. Seeing as he knows so many languages, I liked to entertain him getting a job as a language teacher. Not only is he in a position of authority and guidance, which fits his aesthetic, but he’s also in a position that has him interacting with the modern world. He has a chance to learn more about human culture and understand it in practice.
Literally nothing will ever be as satisfying as the 4 minute long fight sequence in Kingsman: The Secret Service, in which Colin Firth mercilessly wastes an entire Westboro Basptist Church like congregation as the guitar solo from Lynard Skynard’s 1973 anthem Freebird plays in the background.
This was the best career move Colin Firth ever made
absolutely fucking iconic
This is, I think, what James was meant to be like in the game. This was the class and refined bad-assery he was supposed to embody and failed to.
If Matthews too loud while beating his meat in the blanket fort then Sam will peek inside and hurl a wad of wet paper towel at him. It sounds obnoxious and the sound of surprise and panic and offense Matthew makes leaves Sam stumbling away in tears.
54. Have you ever had sex in a public place?
55. Have you ever had sex/masturbated while somebody was sleeping near you?
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“Uuuuuhm?” Sam cocks a brow and glances up, scratches his cheek, fist on his hip. “I don’t…. think so? Nothing’s jumpin’ out at me. Wait, there was– well? Naomi and I did a bit of, like, heavy petting in the Main Hall once but everyone was outside. Dunno if that counts…. Nah wait shit that’s just out in the open, not public. I’m gonna say no.”
He sits back in his chair and shifts to a bitter, matter-of-fact tone. “That’s fuckin’ rude, and no one better be doing that shit. It’s nasty.”
He crosses his arms.
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Matthew kinda leans forward on the table and locks his elbows straight, fingers splayed wide.
“No? Why would anyone do that? I mean I get why people would do that, Mika’s into that, but it’s so…. terrifying! And stressful! What if someone sees you and they never forget it!? What if someone sees you like that? That’s a vulnerable way to be seen, and I just…” He shakes his head. “Mm-mmh. No way. Hashtag not my kink. Sorry to Mika, but I can’t do it!”
He pauses at the second question. Then he looks aside. Then his shoulders hunch and he bites his lip.
“….. One time. We were all rolled up in the living room because the power went out and Mika wanted us to pretend-camp out. Is that a thing with humans, or just Mika?” He shrugs. “So yeah… I was really nervous but sleeping bags are… very tight and private. They feel sneaky. And I like sneaky. So…. I tried not to wake anyone up…”
He splays a hand over his face. “I’m really not proud of it okay!? It’s just a miracle no one woke up.”
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“Someone woke up,” Sam mutters through his teeth and his shoulders tense. “And decided to be the good bro by not throwin’ a pillow at him. Now he’s wishin’ he did.”
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Damien chuckles to himself and brushes his hair out of his face. “I have, a lot. Mika loves to do it in public, and I get to be a little more dominant with her. It’s so fun teasing her to be quiet. No wonder James likes to do it so much. My favorite time was when we went to try on clothes and I found this really nice pair of jeans, they fit really well and Mika said that if I left my shirt off and unbuttoned the fly, I could model as a cowboy! I don’t actually know what that is but…”
He bites his lips and blushes. “She really liked it. I didn’t even need to feel for her energy, I could see how much she wanted me when she looked at me… I couldn’t resist the idea of tempting her.”
He flashes a mischievous grin. “And she loved it.”
At the second question, he goes a bit still. “I… well… y-yes. I don’t usually though!” He throws his arms out. “It’s not a habit or a kink or anything! It’s just that, well, Mika likes teasing me a lot. I don’t know why it’s always me, I mean I don’t mind it, not at all, but it happens so much! We all went out camping together, us and Mika’s friends and Erik’s boyfriend, and we all slept in a log cabin. Nine people in one little log cabin, and, Mika just, in the middle of the night, she started imagining things. She knew I was awake, she had to know! I couldn’t help myself…”
Damien covers his face as red creeps over him. “She has a really good imagination.”
He’s tangibly shaking in your arms and very tense. It’s taking him every shred of strength, but he’s keeping himself from erupting. The tears are gentle when they touch your shoulder, and he isn’t making a sound. Each gasp for air is quick, sharp, deep. He is keeping it together. He is. He is.
I can’t tell if you mean this in a sexual way… or a ‘she is literally a being of darkness who is hungry’ way… so I’m going to guess sexual???
James: It takes just a few moments of confusion for James to realize that you’ve backed him into a corner with a certain stare in your eyes. His focus seems to pay extra attention to you biting your lip as you murmur all the things you’d like to do with him that night.
Erik: A smirk curls onto Erik’s lips as he’s backed up into a corner by you. He notices the hungry stare in your eyes, but doesn’t make a comment about it. Instead, he lets you take the lead, finding nights to be extra fun whenever you were the one to take initiative.
Sam: There’s a red blush that spreads across his cheeks before he can even think to hide his flustered response. Sam wasn’t used to being the one to be backed into a corner, so he doesn’t know how to respond to you coming onto him so strongly. You won’t be in the lead for long if he has anything to do with it.
Matthew: Going along with your advances willingly, Matthew has no qualms about being pinned in a corner by you. In fact, he finds the circumstances rather arousing as he watches you lick your lips while you stare at him with those hungry eyes. He makes sure you know he’s just as hungry.
Damien: When you back him into a corner, Damien’s first instinct is to look at your expression to see if he’s done anything wrong. When he sees the blatant hunger in your eyes, hunger for him, he knows he’s in for a long night. Though, he’s not so opposed to you taking the lead this time.
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