Punish Me [a James March smut]
Request: Can u please make a James March imagine where he’s married to the reader & someone flirts with her & she goes along with it to tease him & he takes her back to their room & “punishes” her for seducing other men ? (You’re the best page on tumblr ILY.)
a/n: ok so i did smut, first time writing it so tell me if its good or nah and i might do more REQUEST CLOSED
Recently your sex life with James has been nonexistent. He’s been too busy mentoring John to even have a nice dinner with you. Tonight is the last straw. He hasn’t shown up yet and you can’t take anymore. You grab your ruby red shawl, draping it around your shoulders while you descend down the golden staircase to the lobby. A handsome man stares at you, smiling, and begins to walk towards you.
He hands you a shot glass, which you gladly accept. “I saw you from across the room and I just had to come talk to you.” He flashes his sparkling teeth, sitting down next to you. His jawline isn’t as sharp as James’, nor is his eyes the same, instead a mix between blue and green. “What’s your name, gorgeous?” He asks, putting his hand on top of yours.
“Y/N. And you, handsome?” You flirt back, moving your hand out of his and taking a chug of your shot. Your hand rests on his wrist as he tells you his name, slowly inching up his gray suit sleeve; his eyes follow your every move, watching with a smirk. “What would you say about going to your room to get to know each other?” You wink. He’s not your husband but you can’t help it, you need some release.
Before the man can answer, your husband towers over the two of you. His face is bright red and his brown eyes are a shade darker, appearing black. “I would highly appreciate if I could speak to MY wife in private.” He fumes, ripping your hand from the man’s suit and dragging you to the elevator. Teasingly, you wave your fingers over your shoulder; James rolls his eyes, shoving you in the small space. “When the doors open, I want you in our room, do you understand, dearest?” He purrs in your ear; you nod, sashaying out of the doors.
As you strut down the hallway, you make sure to sway your hips, smirking when you get in the room. Not even a minute later, the tan door slams behind James. His dress shoes pad on the carpet and he looks at you like an animal about to attack his prey. You cross your legs, sitting on the plush bed.
He peers down, pushing you back on the mattress forcefully. “Now, Mrs. March, what have I told you about seducing other men?” He grunts, running his big hands up your body; you gasp when his fingers plunge in between your breasts, ripping your black dress. A smirk tickles his lips, seeing you fully naked.
Whimpering while his nimble fingers hover above your breasts, you arch your back, aching for contact. “Not to.” You breath, raking your hands down his brown vest, popping the gold buttons. “James, please, I need-” You gasp, feeling one of his long fingers dig into your sex.
Smacking your hand away, he tsks you, puckering his lips. The finger curls in a ‘come here’ motion and you cry out, balling the satin sheets in your fists. “You have been a very, very naughty girl. Disobeying my orders, flirting with other men in my presence… Tonight you will not touch me unless told otherwise, or I will tie you to the bed and leave you, understood?” He snarls, biting your neck hard enough to draw blood; you scream, nodding. “Use your words, darling.”
“Yes, Mr. March!” You moan as he smacks your thigh. He smirks; loving the way his name drips from your lips. Ducking his head, he removes his fingers, popping them into his mouth and sucking your juices. After they’re clean, they latch onto your hips tight enough to create bruises. His tongue soon collides with your pussy, licking a long stripe up the center.
Out of habit, your hand flies to his hair, tugging on the short black curls. His tongue retracts in his mouth and he peers up at you through his thick lashes. “Darling, you disobeyed me again tonight.” He sighs, standing up on his knees; you shake your head. “Ah, what a shame; I was enjoying myself…” He grunts, undoing his ascot from his neck and grabbing your wrist. You struggle, pulling away from the bedpost. “Alas, I warned you, did I not?” He groans, slamming your wrist to the wood and tying it.
You pout, other hand cupping his groin, making his breath hitch. Palming him, he grows aroused, leaning on the bedpost. “Am I being naughty to Mr. March? Is he going to punish me? Hmm?” You smirk, batting your eyelashes as you unzip his trousers. He glares at you, watching you pull his pants down, letting his cock spring free; hard as fuck. “It looks like he wants me just as bad as I want him, does he not?” You mock, wrapping your hand around his dick and pumping it once.
James moans, letting your wrist go. He lines up with your core, ramming into you at a fast pace, not giving any time to adjust to his size. A scream escapes from your lips and you tear his white dress shirt off, so you can drag your nails down his muscular back, surely leaving bright red marks. Sweat forms on his forehead with each thrust, slowly becoming sloppy. “You-are-mine!” He grunts, out of breath.
Whimpers leave your mouth while he empties inside you; his fluid mixing with yours. “James!” You shout; he thrusts into you one last time before pulling out. You both lay beside each other, gazing at the ceiling. “Mrs. March needed you to sex her up.” You pant as your husband smirks. Score one for James Patrick March.