James Sunderland X Reader Smut - Blog Posts

The way I started squealing and whisper shouting to nobody "WE ARE SO BACK!!!!" When I saw this. Dear god, lemme follow you😭💗

Hiya!🎶

I noticed you liked my post, and I saw ur x reader and I just wanna request a James Sunderland x fem!reader where they're cuddlefucking on a rainy day with Heavenly by Cigarettes After Sex playing? Super specific, I know, just do the best you can. So much angsty smut of him and I just want some wholesome, fluffy smut, please. If you can :3 thank you!!!!

JAMES SUNDERLAND X fem!reader

nsfw content — pls scroll if uncomfortable!

summary; cuddle fucking w james :)

warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie, spooning & from the back

nsfw content below!!

late nights with james were always the same. boring, just like your loser, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. your television would play in the background as white noise while the two of you huddled close, bathing in each other's body warmth. quiet whispers as long as little caresses would travel between the two of you.

his hold on you was always gentle, like he was scared to accidentally hurt you. his warm arms would wrap around you lovingly, your bodies interlocked, legs tangled with each other. tonight was no different. the moon was out, and your television played an old sitcom, filling the rooms silence. all else that was heard was both of your low breaths, small whimpers, and gasps.

he would press small, praising kisses along your shoulder from behind, intently sliding his cock in and out of your warmth. this was his favorite way to spend time with you, to feel intimate while also being lazy, which he was excellent at. his ears stayed open to your small moans, drinking in your noises. every little whimper that would leave your throat, he’d swallow it whole with a small moan in response, burying himself deeper into you.

“shhhh,” he hushes gently, slowly rocking himself behind you, holding you snug against his chest. he hugs the blanket tighter around the two of you, keeping you locked in his arms and unable to go anywhere. you both wouldn’t want it any other way. his body heat was always high in comparison to your low heat, so you always huddled close to stay warm, especially now.

he tucks your shoulder under his chin, fluttering his eyes shut to enjoy your body and how comfortable you were to hold. your soft skin, the addicting scent of your hair, the way you cooled him down. he wouldn’t trade times like this for a million bucks. the sitcom was long forgotten.

a small whimper leaves you as he brushes against a spot that's overly sensitive. his eyes brighten subtly, and he hugs you tighter, whimpering gently into your skin as he begins to buck his hips into you, smushing his tip against your gummy insides. your noises grow more consistent as he picks up his pace, now focused on making you cum over his cock. his hands grab at you, his intentions turning more greedy. he wanted to hear you cry out his name as he pushes you over the edge, to praise you through it.

“you’re okay,” he hushes, squeezing your breast, thrusting deeply into your soaking hole. “you’re almost there.” it was a miracle he wasn’t whining and whimpering himself, that he wasn’t the one who needed to get talked through this. “you feel me?”

you nod, gasping softly as his thrusts grow more firm. you feel your body get turned onto your tummy, your face smushed into one of your couch pillows. the couch was a frequent spot you and james would make love, the nights where you’d be waiting for him to return home late, and when he finally did, the two of you would be too lazy to move off the cushions into the bedroom. he always ended up making love to you on the pull-out bed, holding you tight against him and savoring your pretty moans.

the tension in your tummy forms a knot, one that tenses your whole body. you gently beg against the couch, feeling his hands hold yours down gently, your fingers intertwining. your sweet moans are muffled, the soft plap plap plap echoing in the room. after a minute, his thrusts grow more slick, his cock now lubricated by your cock. he groans at the sight of your milky cream forming around his base as he fucks it back into you, which slowly starts to push him over the edge. your tightness, your sweet noises, the sight of your pretty butt in the air— its enough to finally make him cum.

he releases himself deep in you, groaning at the sensation. he goes still, the nights deafening silence washing over. he pants lowly, no energy to pull out. your body goes slack, flat agains the couch, so he simply lays on top of you, his cock still sheathed. his arms wrap around you lovingly, spooning your now warm body.

“you okay?” he whispers softly. you smile weakly and nod, turning your head over your shoulder to press a kiss against his lips. he melts against you, cuddling as close as possible. he always became needy after orgasms. “you made me feel so good, you know that?” you praise. it was your turn to pamper the male.

gentle whispers and praises go back and forth before you both eventually fall asleep, huddled close and tucked under the blanket.