James

*kisses your forehead* Very real, baby.

*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.

*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*

hey

*he doesn't stop and he grabs your hands and pins them behind your back,he looks at you with a smirk*

.

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