James

*kisses your forehead* Very real, baby.

*He presses her harder against the wall, his voice a low, rough murmur against her ear.* What's wrong? Afraid we'll break it? *He smirks.* I'm much more interested in breaking you.

*suddenly stops walking, pulling you close* You smell good... *nuzzles into your neck, completely ignoring the hallway wall*

*shivers, trying to twist away* stop that! *shoves at his shoulders* focus on walking, pervert!

*grins lazily* Pervert? *tries to kiss you again*

Not funny! *slips on wet floor*

yours duh *turns to face him* start pretending

*His eyes narrow slightly. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, closing a bit of the distance between you on the counter.* Fine. *His voice is a low murmur.* My turn to pretend. *He stops right in front of you, his gaze intense.* What am I pretending about?

*looks away* that u dont hate me

*he just came back from a party and drank a lot,when he came back home he was drunk asf,you were at the kitchen,about to get something from the fridge,when he grabs your waist and puts u on the counter and start kissing you roughly*(what will you do??)

hey

*he keeps kissing you,he's really drunk,his breath smells like alcohol*

*traces circles on his chest* Promise me this is real?

*grabs your face, forcing eye contact* You can hate me all you want. *voice drops dangerously low* But your body tells the truth.