The Coruscant Guard Kinda...

The Coruscant guard kinda...

Autumnal

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making the rounds on tiktok, heres Imperial Hunter ;)

I saw somebody say that Crosshair would be a bridezilla and I not only agree but am considering writing about it 🙏

THE RIDE

just some thigh riding james patrick march smut ;)

warnings: smut, ‘sir’ kink, thigh riding | not proof read oop-

words: 1.5K

The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Much like the knife your long-term lover, James Patrick March, was using to slice his rare steak with from across the table. You looked down at your own plate, rolling the cherry tomato on your salad around the dish with your fork. James watched you, his dark eyes never leaving your nimble fingers as it loosely held the fork. Finally, he cleared his throat, asking for your attention even if he didn’t know that it was actually all his already.

“Darling, you’ve hardly spoken tonight,” he said as he set down his own utensils on the table, leaning forward a bit as if to welcome you into conversation with him.

You looked up at him, his eyes making it all the harder to stay composed, “just thinking, my love.”

He smiled, gesturing toward the middle of the table as if to give you space to talk, “please do tell. It’s rather boring just going through the same routine here at the Cortez and I am always interested in hearing you speak to me about anything.”

You gulped, reaching for your glass of wine as you thought about what to say. It was true that you are thinking, but only the filthiest of things. Right now, all you could think about was James coming over to your seat and lifting you out of it, bending you over the table and pounding ruthlessly into you. Or maybe how all you wanted to do is slip from your chair, crawling under the table to your partner’s lap and sucking his cock.

It was entirely too difficult to remain celibate with this man. It was for good reason, though. After hearing news of a satan spawn conceived through a ghost and human having sex — and with his own son, Bartholomew, proving sex between occult’s only leads to destruction — James swore to never have intercourse with someone who wasn’t a ghost. Not even when they had birth control. He just didn’t want to risk anything. And you understood; you weren’t quite ready to die, but you still loved James entirely and were completely devoted to him. That didn’t mean it was easier to not completely want to get fucked by the man across the table.

It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t done stuff, though. The two of you were very horny people and going from having sex regularly with partners to just occasional mutual masturbation was enough to make anyone crazy. The two of you had only had sex once and James was entirely too nervous of the repercussions to finish so the two of you made a pact to not have sex again until you were a ghost, free of any devil children that might lurk on its production.

“It’s really nothing,” you said with a nod, shooting a smile at James, crossing your leg over the other in hopes the slight pressure would make your thoughts subside a bit. It only made it worse.

James shook his head, taking a sip of the absinthe in his glass and saying, “darling, there truly isn’t anything more frustrating than you lying to me.” He shot you a look with his dark eyes. One could have easily mistaken the look to be one of anger, but you knew it was one with lust, his brown orbs almost golden in light of the room.

“I’m just…” you started, a deep blush burning itself onto your cheeks as you tried to find the right words, his gaze making you all the more nervous to confess.

James waited for you to speak, watching you squirm a bit in your seat under his gaze which made him smirk before pushing back his chair from the table and motioning you to come over, “come here, my dear.”

You set down your fork, immediately walking over to your lover. He raised a hand and brushed back your hair, tucking it behind your ear a bit before using his hand to pat his right thigh, offering you a seat. You looked down at his leg, knowing that if you took the seat, it wouldn’t end in innocence. Debating the motion in your head for a minute, your neediness took over, straddling James’ leg.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers absently playing with his black locks as he looked into your eyes, “you can tell me anything. you know this.” He wasn’t going to let this go, needing to know if anything was actually bugging you. And there was. it just so happened to be the piece of clothing beneath your cunt that was restricting access to the silkiness of James’ pants.

You sucked in a breath, holding it there for a moment before whispering into his ear, “I need you, sir.”

Your words caused a low groan to escape James’ throat, the nickname immediately going to his groin and causing him to get hard. He looked up at you, giving you a pleading look as he whispered, “you know we shouldn’t.”

You whined a bit, grinding your hips downward a bit as an act of a tantrum, but stopped midway, realizing how good it felt to grind yourself on his thigh. He noticed your sudden stop, looking at you with a confused expression before realizing what had happened. His mind rushed with a dozen thoughts before one stuck in the front: he totally could make you cum with just his thigh.

He slowly began to bounce it, his eyes trailing down your dress and to your crotch, moving a hand down to your core and moving your black lace panties to the side. Your clit made direct contact with his silky bottoms, bouncing just barely on the fabric. You tossed your head back and let out a deep groan, one you had been wishing to let out all night.

You moved your hands to his shoulders, gripping tightly onto them and your nails digging into his cold skin, earning a sharp hiss from James. He watched your chest as you bounced on his thigh, unbelievably hard at the sight of your braless chest bouncing the red dress you were wearing. Your pussy slid effortlessly on the now wet fabric, letting out prnographic moans as you did so. “J-James,” you stuttered breathlessly, the pressure on your clit making it hard to keep up a steady pace on his leg.

“It’s sir, darling,” he corrected you, placing his hands on your hips and helping them grind against his leg. His leg kept a quick and rough pace, groaning as your wetness soaked through his pants.

“S-sorry, sir!” you panted against his shoulder, your one hand gliding to his bicep and gripping onto that as you moved with James’ hands, your cunt pulsing against his leg and threatening to cum already. You whined a bit, you clit quivering as you began to move your hips into circles on his thigh.

James didn’t once let a bounce skip or change his pace, his eyes dark with lust once again as he turned his head to look at your side profile. He was incredibly turned on by the look of pure pleasure on your face, taking a mental picture of your mouth wide open and panting.

The knot in your stomach only began to grow, the heat in it pooling in unbelievable pleasure. You turned your head to look at your lover in the eyes, you flushed cheek resting against his suit jacket now as you moaned uncontrollably. Your body was beginning to shake under his fingers, him knowing you were about to cum all over his leg. “Beg for it, my love,” he commanded, watching as you closed your eyes and struggled to hold back your orgasm.

You bit down on your lip, his leg starting to slow at the lack of a response which made you beg, “p-please, Mr. March,” you knew how much that name turned him on, whimpering as you continued to beg, “please let me cum.”

He picked up the pace of his leg, his cock threatening to break through his pants at its hardness. Your hips were long behind James’ hand motions, them keeping you grinding as you bounced. You let go of your lip as you moaned out, closing your eyes as you released all over your lover’s thigh, his black pants now soaked in your juices. You shook on top of him as you tried to grind your way through your high, James continuing his bounces as you came.

After a moment of recollecting yourself, you opened your eyes, revealing a rather flustered James before you. You let out a tired chuckle and sat up a bit, your eyes trailing down to his clothed hard-on. He brought a hand up your chin, making you look at him, a smirk on his lips as he asked, “mind taking care of that, darling?”

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