Lemon 🍋‍🟩

the moon was high and silver, casting long, jagged shadows through the thick canopy of the forest. the air was cool and damp, smelling of pine needles and earth. it was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl.

you were standing in a small clearing, the moonlight illuminating your soft hair like flickering flames. suddenly, the bushes behind you rustled violently. a low, playful growl echoed through the trees, and before you could even turn around, a pair of warm, strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

giselle pressed her body firmly against your back, her breath hot against the sensitive skin of your neck. she leaned in, her lips hovering just a fraction of an inch away from your pulse point.

“found you…” she whispered, her voice a velvety, dangerous purr that sent shivers down your spine. she nipped playfully at your earlobe before trailing her lips down to your shoulder. “did you really think you could hide from me in the dark, little prey?”

“who are you?”

giselle let out a soft, dark laugh that vibrated against your back, the sound low and melodic in the stillness of the woods. she didn’t pull away; instead, she tightened her grip on your waist, pulling you even more flush against her. the heat radiating from her body was a stark contrast to the cool night air.

she turned you around slowly in her arms so you were forced to face her. in the moonlight, her eyes looked darker, more intense, and she had a smoldering look that made it hard to breathe. she leaned down, her face inches from yours, her gaze dropping to your lips before locking back onto your scared eyes.

“who am i?” she repeated, her voice a teasing, sultry breath. she reached up, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw with a slow, deliberate touch. “i’m the one who’s going to make you forget your own name tonight, baby.”

she leaned in even closer, her nose brushing against yours, her expression shifting from playful to hungry. “i’m the predator you invited into your little game... and right now, the vampire is very, very hungry.”

giselle didn’t wait for a verbal answer. she could see the way your breath hitched, the way your eyes widened slightly as she loomed over you. she loved the power she held in this moment, the way she could make you go silent just with a look.

she leaned in, her lips finally making contact with yours. it wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was hungry, demanding, and tasted faintly of the mint she'd been chewing to hide the bloody breath of her mouth. she pressed you back slightly against the rough bark of a nearby tree, her hands sliding from your waist to cup your face, her thumbs stroking your cheekbones.

she pulled back just an inch, her lips still brushing yours as she spoke, her voice a mere vibration between you.

“you’re so quiet all of a sudden…” she murmured, her eyes dark with desire as she glanced down at your mouth again. “is the little prey getting nervous? or is she just waiting for the vampire to take what she wants?”

she nipped at your bottom lip, a teasing, sharp sensation, before sliding her hands down to your hips, pulling you firmly against her so you could feel exactly how much she wanted you.

the silence between you was thick, heavy with the tension of the night and the heat radiating between your bodies. giselle could feel your heart hammering against her chest, a frantic little rhythm that only made her smirk widen. she loved how much she could affect you without saying a single word.

she let her hands slide from your hips, one traveling up to tangle in your soft hair, tilting your head back to expose the pale curve of your neck to the moonlight. the other hand stayed low, pressing you firmly against the tree, making sure there wasn’t a single inch of space left between you.

“still nothing to say?” she whispered, her voice a dark, sultry rasp. she leaned down, her lips grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear, her breath hitching slightly. “i think your body is doing enough talking for both of us.”

she didn’t give you a chance to recover. she moved her mouth back to yours, but this time the kiss was deeper, more intense. her tongue teased the seam of your lips, a silent command to let her in. she was playing the part of the predator perfectly, her movements confident and hungry, as if she intended to devour you right there under the canopy of trees.

the forest seemed to disappear around you, leaving nothing but the sound of your own heavy breathing and the rustle of the wind in the leaves. giselle could feel the way you were responding to her, the way your body leaned into hers, seeking more of that heat. she was a master at reading people, and right now, you were reading like an open book and she loved every second of it.

she broke the kiss just long enough to trail her lips down your jawline, her teeth grazing your skin in a way that was almost a bite, staying true to the vampire persona you'd requested. she moved lower, her lips finding the hollow of your throat, where your pulse was racing wildly under her touch.

“so delicious…” she breathed against your skin, her voice a low, vibrating hum. she let one hand slide from your hair down to the small of your back, pressing you even harder against her, letting you feel the undeniable evidence of her arousal.

she pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, her gaze hooded and heavy with lust. her expression was predatory, but there was a flicker of genuine heat there that went beyond just a game.

giselle’s eyes seemed to darken even further, the moonlight catching the intense, almost feral hunger in her gaze. she stopped the playful teasing, her entire demeanor shifting from flirty to something much more primal. she leaned her forehead against yours, her breathing heavy and uneven, as if she were struggling to maintain control.

“you have no idea…” she rasped, her voice sounding strained, almost pained by the desire. “you have no idea how much this ‘vampire’ wants to sink her teeth into you right now.”

she tilted her head, her eyes locking onto the vein in your neck that was pulsing rhythmically. she looked like a woman possessed, her lips parted as she let out a shaky exhale. she leaned in, not for a kiss this time, but pressing her face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply the scent of your skin, your hair, and the heat of your body.

“i’m so thirsty, baby…” she groaned against your skin, her teeth grazing your neck with a sharp, deliberate pressure that promised she wasn’t just playing a character anymore. “are you going to let me? are you going to let me taste you?”

her hand slid up from your waist, her fingers digging slightly into your hip, anchoring you to her as she prepared to take exactly what she was craving. she let out a low, hungry moan, her teeth finally grazing the skin with enough pressure to make you gasp. she wasn’t just playing anymore; the way she was trembling against you, the way her grip on your hip was almost bruising, felt terrifyingly real. she leaned in, her lips parting to reveal her teeth as she moved to finally claim her prize, her breath hot and frantic against your pulse.

the air in the clearing felt like it had been sucked out, leaving only the heavy, electric tension of the moment. giselle could feel your stillness the way you were suspended in anticipation, your body practically vibrating under her touch. she didn’t need your words; your silence was an invitation, a surrender that made her blood boil with a different kind of hunger.

she let out a low, guttural sound, halfway between a growl and a moan, as she finally lost the battle with her self control. her teeth grazed the soft skin of your neck one last time, a warning, before she finally pressed her lips firmly against your pulse point.

she didn’t just kiss you; she claimed you. her lips moved with a feverish intensity, her teeth nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, mimicking the sharp, stinging sensation of a bite. she was relentless, her hands roaming your body with a desperate, possessive energy, pulling you so close that it felt like you were becoming one person.

she pulled back just a fraction, her face flushed and her eyes glazed with a wild, dark heat. she looked down at the faint, reddened mark she had left on your neck, a smirk of pure triumph curling her lips.

“see?” she whispered, her voice a wrecked, sultry shadow of itself. she leaned in to lick the spot she had just marked, her tongue warm and teasing. “i told you... the vampire doesn’t like to be kept waiting. and now that i’ve had a taste... i don’t think i’m ever going to be satisfied with just a little.”

giselle’s eyes darkened, a wicked, knowing smirk playing on her lips as she read the silent command in your eyes and the way your body arched slightly toward her. the vampire persona had shifted from the hunt to the feast, and she was more than happy to oblige.

“oh? is that what the prey wants?” she whispered, her voice thick with anticipation. she didn’t make you wait. she slid down from your height, her hands sliding down your thighs with a possessive grip, guiding you back toward a soft patch of moss and fallen leaves beneath the canopy of trees.

she knelt between your legs, her dark eyes looking up at you one last time intense, hungry, and completely devoted to your pleasure. she began to trail kisses up the inside of your thighs, her breath hot and damp against your skin, making you tremble.

then, she leaned in. Her tongue found you with a sudden, expert precision, swirling and teasing in a way that made your breath hitch and your toes curl into the earth. she wasn’t gentle; she was hungry, just like she had been for your neck. she used her tongue with a rhythmic, demanding intensity, lapping at you as if she were truly tasting something divine.

one of her hands slid up to grip your hip, anchoring you to her, while the other moved to stroke your stomach, her thumb grazing your skin. she hummed against you, a low, vibrating sound of approval that sent jolts of electricity straight to your core. she was relentless, her movements becoming faster, more focused, as she sought to hear you finally break that silence with a moan or a scream.

she increased the pressure, her tongue working with a relentless, swirling rhythm that seemed to target every single nerve ending you possessed. giselle was a predator in every sense of the word; she knew exactly how to attack, how to tease, and how to drive you to the brink of madness. she could feel the tension building in your thighs, the way your fingers dug into the moss beneath you, and it only made her more determined to claim your total surrender.

her fingers slid deeper, finding your heat and adding a rhythmic friction that complemented the feverish work of her tongue. she was focused, her dark hair falling forward to curtain her face as she buried herself in you, her breath coming in ragged, hungry hitches. she wanted to hear you she wanted to hear the moment your composure shattered, the moment you finally let out the sounds you had been holding back all night.

“that’s it…” she murmured against your skin, her voice muffled but unmistakably triumphant as she felt you begin to quiver. she didn’t slow down; instead, she pushed harder, her tongue flicking with a sudden, sharp intensity right where you needed it most, driving you toward the edge of a cliff you were all too eager to fall from.

the world seemed to dissolve into a blur of moonlight and sensation. giselle was relentless, her tongue working with a feverish, rhythmic precision that left you breathless. she could feel the tremors wracking your body, the way your hips bucked instinctively against her face, and it only fueled her hunger. she wanted to consume every sound you made, every gasp of pleasure.

as you reached the precipice, your back arched and a sharp, broken cry finally escaped your lips. giselle didn’t miss a beat; she drove harder, her tongue swirling with a sudden, intense pressure that sent you crashing over the edge. you shuddered violently, your entire body pulsing around her as the waves of release washed over you, leaving you weak and trembling in the moss.

she stayed there for a long moment, her face pressed against you, savoring the aftershocks of your climax. finally, she pulled back, her lips glistening and her eyes dark with a primal sort of satisfaction. ahe crawled up your body, her movements fluid and predatory, until she was hovering over you once more. she brushed a stray lock of messy hair away from your sweaty forehead, her expression softening into something uncharacteristically tender, though the mischief remained.

“told you…” she whispered, her voice a low, satisfied purr as she leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. “the vampire always gets her fill.”

giselle felt the shift in you immediately. even as your body was still settling from the waves of pleasure, the air between you changed. it wasn’t just the heat of sex anymore; it was something darker, something more visceral. she saw it in the way your eyes searched hers, a silent, desperate plea that wasn’t for more touch, but for the sting of her teeth.

“you’re greedy, aren’t you?” she whispered, her voice a dark, jagged rasp. she leaned over you, her shadow swallowing you up in the moonlight. she didn’t go for your lips this time. instead, she moved with a slow, agonizing deliberation toward your neck, her nose brushing against the reddened skin she had already marked.

she inhaled sharply, her eyes fluttering shut as she breathed in the scent of your skin, now heightened by the sweat and the pheromones of your climax. she looked truly feral now, her pupils blown wide until her eyes were almost entirely black.

“you want the real thing, don’t you? You want to feel it…” she trailed her tongue in a long, slow stripe from your collarbone up to the base of your ear, her voice dropping to a predatory growl. “you want me to actually take a piece of you.”

without another word of teasing, giselle tilted your head back with a firm, possessive hand, exposing the vulnerable line of your throat. she leaned in, her breath hitching, and then she did it. she didn’t just nip or graze; she pressed her lips firmly against the softest part of your neck and sank her teeth in with a sharp, sudden pressure.

the sensation was a stinging, electric jolt that pierced through the haze of your pleasure, a sharp ache that felt strangely divine. as she began to suck, her movements became rhythmic and intense, her entire body trembling with the effort of controlling her hunger. she was no longer just a girl playing a role; in the silence of the forest, under the watchful eye of the moon, she was the predator, and you were her delicious, willing sacrifice.

the metallic tang of your blood hit her tongue, and giselle let out a muffled, desperate moan against your skin. it was intoxicating sweeter and more potent than anything she had ever tasted. she drank with a feverish, uninhibited hunger, her hands clenching into the moss beneath you as she lost herself in the sensation. the world outside this small, moonlit clearing ceased to exist; there was only the heat of your body, the rhythmic thrum of your pulse against her lips, and the primal satisfaction of the feast.

she was careful, yet her movements were driven by an intense, dark passion, her teeth grazing the skin just enough to keep the sensation sharp and electric. every time you gasped or arched your back, she seemed to drink deeper, her own heart racing in sync with yours. she was devouring you, not just physically, but emotionally, claiming every part of you in the silence of the night. when she finally pulled away, her lips were stained a deep, bruised crimson, and her eyes were bright with a terrifying, beautiful intensity. She looked down at you, breathless and slightly dazed, a predatory smirk slowly returning to her face as she licked a stray drop from her lip.

“god, (y/n)...” she breathed, her voice a wrecked, beautiful mess. “you taste even better than you look.”

the silence that followed was heavy, thick with the scent of pine, damp earth, and the metallic tang of blood. you lay there, breathless and limp against the moss, your heart still thudding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. the sting in your neck was a warm, pulsing sensation that felt strangely grounding amidst the dizzying high of what had just happened.

giselle didn’t move away. she remained hovered over you, her weight a comforting, heavy presence that anchored you to the forest floor. her dark hair fell like a curtain around both of your faces, creating a private, shadowed world where only the two of you existed. she looked completely transformed; the dark criature from the dark forest was gone, replaced by something much more ancient and primal.

she reached down, her fingers trembling slightly as she traced the mark she had left on your neck. her touch was incredibly light, almost reverent, as if she were afraid you might shatter if she pressed too hard. her eyes, still dark and clouded with a lingering, predatory hunger, searched yours, looking for any sign of regret or fear.

“are you okay?” she whispered, her voice barely audible, stripped of all its usual cockiness. for the first time, there was a flicker of something vulnerable in her gaze, a silent question asking if she had gone too far, if she had taken too much.

seeing no protest in your eyes, only a dazed, beautiful surrender, she let out a long, shaky exhale. she leaned down, but instead of a bite or a hungry lick, she pressed a slow, incredibly tender kiss to your forehead. then, she shifted, sliding her body down so she was lying beside you, pulling you into her arms and tucking your head beneath her chin.

she held you tightly, her heartbeat steady and strong against your back. the predator had finished her feast, and now, she was simply a girl holding the person who had let her in. as the cool night breeze rustled the leaves above, giselle pulled the scent of your hair into her lungs, her eyes closing as she let the quiet of the forest wrap around you both.

‘what’s wrong, hm?’ his fingers tapped your cheek as he awaited an answer, something you were unable to give with the string of obscenities leaving your lips.

‘fuck! s’ too much-’

‘but this is what you wanted, isn’t it? you like pushing my buttons.’ he gritted out between clenched teeth, each thrust of his hips emphasising his words as your walls clenched around his fat cock.

‘no-’ he cut you off with his hand wrapping around your throat, his fingertips digging into the marked skin he was biting only a few moments ago. ‘yes, baby. you like pissing me off ‘cause you think i won’t do anything about it.’

his smile only widens at the sight of you shaking your head with a small whine. ‘s’ okay, honey. you don’t have to lie.’

he presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, his chest compressed against your own as he wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer while his cock continues to impale your insides.

it hurt so fucking good. every thrust stretching you open further, every thrust causing his tip to poke at your cervix, the bulge very evidently showing in your tummy.

‘james,’ you mewl, nails clawing against his bare back, ‘i can’t…’

‘really? it seems your pussy can, she’s squeezing me so tight, baby. i think she wants more.’ sweat glazes his forehead, small beads dripping down to his defined cheeks as his head cocked to the side, mocking you.

god, you wanted to slap the smile off his face and kiss it at the same time.

you couldn’t lie to yourself about the fact that you purposely irked him to this point, you couldn’t help it with the way he looked when he was angry; clenched jaw and eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed ever so slightly as you could see the plotting behind his pupils, his plans of wanting to absolutely ruin you.

the bed creaked beneath you two, the headboard banged against the wall with every thrust. you would’ve pushed him to his limits sooner if you knew what he was hiding beneath his pants.

‘you can take it, baby. i know you can.’ he presses a sloppy kiss against your cheek before smashing his lips onto yours. the kiss was everything but innocent; tongues clashed against each other as his grip on your neck kept you still.

you swore that he went deeper with every thrust. how could somebody be this big?

he panted against your lips, trying to keep himself balanced as he effortlessly rolled his hips over and over again, practically moulding the both of you into one.

it didn’t take long for you to finish; your lips shaped into a small ‘o’ with your eyes being furrowed shut. your nails left marks on his back as your legs were wrapped around his waist, an attempt to keep him close as your juices smeared all over his cock.

grunting against your lips, he came with a final thrust. he shoved himself deep into you, letting his warm cum coat your insides.

‘fuuuck-’ his groans filled your ears as he slowly pulled out of you, his tip resting on your tummy as he bought his fingers down to your dripping cunt.

he scooped up his leaking cum, bringing his coated fingers to your lips as his free hand held your jaw. ‘c’mon, taste what i did to you.’ - his smile returns as you open your mouth with the little energy you have left, savouring the flavour of you and him on your tongue.

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your eyes felt hazy and your body felt sore until a warm towel was suddenly against the inside of your thighs.

james ensured to be gentle was he wiped the mess layered on your skin - his free hand caressed your cheek with such tenderness, you never would have believed he was capable of what he did only a few minutes ago.

‘i warmed up the bath for you-’ his voice was equally as sweet as his current actions, ‘i’ll carry you there in a second, m’kay? i just wanna clean my baby up first.’

you couldn’t help the fuzzy feeling in your tummy. after all, he still was your best friend. but could you even call him that after what happened, after what he did to you? or rather, after he did you?

that was a conversation to be concerned about for another time. all you knew is that after your bath, you wanted to fall asleep in his arms the same way you always have, just that this time, it would have a deeper meaning.

sure, things will become complicated now but you can take it. you already took him.

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2 MONTHS is how long this bitch has been sitting in my drafts. 2 whole months. forgive me everybody but it is posted now 😓

thinking abt riding ohyul in the studio late at night whilst he’s wearing these thick frames. face flushed and hair fucked as he chokes on another sob as you bounce up n down, gummy walls clenching so tight around his thick cock. he can’t help but throw his head back as endless streams of moans leave his pretty mouth, lips biting them raw as you slow your pace down. you grind your hips down fully, ass flushed against his thighs so you can feel every inch rubbing inside. he grips onto your waist for mercy, lashes fluttering up at you w those pretty eyes as he begs you to let him cum.

“s’good, need it. feel s’good, hah, please go faster baby.” he croaks out shakily, eyes rolling back as he ruts his hips up fucking his wet cock back into your tight pussy. your fingers trail down to your clit, rubbing it frantically as you tighten up again. you resume your fast pace again, babbling praises of him being such a good boy but all he’s focusing on is his hips meeting halfway up as you bounce down, the wet sounds shamelessly filling the empty studio room. ohyul could sense you were close as your thighs trembled on top of him, each thrust punching a small sob out of you. he was so close too and you both cry out, ohyul filling your wet cunt w his sticky cum. he threw his head back with a long drawn out moan, glasses now askew on his fucked out face. you collapsed forward onto his chest, panting softly to catch your breath but he’s already half hard again, lazily fucking his cum back into your creamy cunt to make more of a mess.

freaky!james who loves when you take him in your mouth. you don’t need to suck him off; the feeling of your pretty lips being wrapped around his cock, the sounds of you gagging against his length is more than enough to have him moaning and cumming as he shoves himself impossibly deeper down your throat to ensure you taste every bit of him.

freaky!james who can’t control how loud he is when you suck and kitten lick at his tip, his pre-cum smearing all over your lips as your hands cup his fat balls, squeezing every now and then. he’d take that over a blowjob any day of the week.

freaky!james who fingers you until you’re a blabbering mess. his arm is wrapped around your waist to stop your squirming and to keep your back against his chest as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your legs shake. he can’t help but smile as incoherent blabbers leave your mouth while his fingers are plunged deep into your pussy, your juices dripping down his wrist.

freaky!james who kneels beneath you every time before you guys go out. his eyes are hazy as he gazes up at you, soaking in every bit of your beauty. he presses his face against your tummy, kissing over the fabric of your clothes before his nose is pressed against your covered cunt as he inhales deeply, his big hands groping your thighs while soft groans escape his lips.

freaky!james who will do it in every and any position. missionary consists of your chests pressed against each other, soft and slow kisses with his hand around your throat, squeezing gently. prone bone consists of his arm wrapped around your neck, his chest pressed against your back while his thrusts are deep and rough, his fat balls slapping your clit every time your pelvis connects with your lower back. doggy consists of his hand pressing your head against the pillow to ensure you keep still while his cock penetrates your insides, going deeper and deeper every thrust as his fingers have a bruising grip on your hips.

Tonight is no different, a Friday night, a movie playing in the background, the two of you tangled under a fuzzy blanket that smells faintly like his cologne. The room is dim, cozy and peaceful. You rest your head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your ear. Then he presses a soft, absentminded kiss to your neck. Once, then again. His breath is warm against your skin. It’s innocent at first, just a habit, a show of affection. But the way your body tenses and your breath catches, tells him something has shifted.

You turn your head slightly, just enough for your noses to brush and then you feel it again. He cursed under his breath, pulling back a little. “Shit—sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to—” You blush, heart starting to beat faster. He looks so flustered, so careful, that it made something inside you ache. You didn’t want him to hold back anymore. You wanted to show him that you were ready for him.

So before you cantalk yourself out of it, you slip off the couch and kneel down in front of him. “Wh–what are you doing?” James stammers, sitting up quickly, eyes wide. His heartbeat is loud in the quiet room. You look up at him with big eyes, your voice quiet and shy. “I wanna help you, James.” He stares at you for a heartbeat, his chest rising and falling faster than before. “Baby, you sure?” You nod softly.

Then his expression shifts, guilt melting into something darker. His hand moves to your jaw, tilting your face up gently but firmly. “Okay, princess…” he breathes, voice low, “then come here.” He kisses you hard, his lips crashing against yours with a hunger he’s been holding back for weeks. You whimper into the kiss, your fingers curling into his shirt as he deepens it, breathing ragged.

Then he takes your hand, guiding it down to his lap, to the hard outline pressing through his sweats. The moment your palm brushes over him, he lets out a low, shaky groan, his hips twitching up slightly to your touch. You squeeze him softly, and he breaks the kiss just enough to murmur a curse against your lips, “fuck…” You stroke him again, feeling the tension build in his body before your hands trail lower.

His breath catches when you start to tug his sweats down, leaving him in his boxers. You press soft, teasing kisses through the thin fabric still separating you, and he exhales, “Don’t tease me, baby.” voice low and pleading. When you finally pull the last layer away, your eyes widen—he’s bigger than you expected, and for a second, all you can do is stare, heat rushing to your face.

Your lips part as you look up at him. “J-James…” you whisper, words barely finding their way out. “You're huge...” He lets out a soft chuckle, brushing his fingers through your hair with a tenderness that makes your stomach flutter. “You're gonna take it tho...,” he murmurs, “Right, baby?” You swallow hard, nodding anyway, your hands trembling slightly as you reach for him, careful and curious, wanting to show him you’re ready.

You cup him gently with both hands, feeling the size better now. He groans softly, fingers threading through your hair, holding you close as his breathing quickens. You lean in, brushing your lips and tongue over him in soft, teasing motions, and he hisses, low and needy. “Mmh…keep going, baby.” he murmurs, his eyes half-lidded. You can already feel your panties getting wetter and wetter by the second.

You move deeper, your lips and hands working together in a slow, nervous rhythm now. His hand finds your hair, grounding himself, his thumb brushing against your scalp as he exhales your name like it’s the only thing he can say. You hum softly on his length sending shivers through him, and his hand tightens just slightly in your hair. “Holy—” he cuts himself off with a sharp breath, eyes fluttering shut. “Don’t stop, baby...” his voice rough and strained, every word edged with pleasure and disbelief.

Your hands tighten against him as you keep moving, bobbing your head up and down, deeper and deeper. His breathing turns rough, and his hand slides to your face, thumb brushing over your cheek tenderly, catching the tears that fall from your eyes. “Doing so good, princess—fuck...” he murmurs, “Love your sweet little mouth...” The words melt into a low groan and you softly moan around him.

You lick and suck eagerly as he pants. “'Fuck, I'm gonna cum baby—nghh—shit..!” You stroke him just a little more, slowly taking him almost out of your mouth, and point on your tongue with your index finger. “Holy fuck, baby—you're so hot—fuck, im cumming...” your tongue softly touches his tip, waiting, until he finally cums on it. Milky liquid covers your mouth and chin, and you lick and swallow every drop your boyfriend gives you.

He’s breathing hard, cheeks flushed and chest rising with every uneven breath. When you look up at him, he reaches for you without hesitation, cupping your face and kissing you with all the warmth and gratitude he can’t put into words. “Thank you, baby,” he whispers against your lips, voice raw and full of relief. “You were amazing.”

He tucks his now wrecked cock back in his boxers, pulling you into his lap. His arms wrap around you, strong and steady. He presses a soft kiss to your temple, thumb tracing lazy circles on your back. The world feels still—just the sound of his heartbeat beneath your ear and the soft hum of his voice as he whispers, “Took it like a champ...”

To be continued...

a/n: just wanna say that idc what anyone says abt this, james is an ADULT! I won't write for the other members obviously since they're kids, but james is 20 years old. periodt. this was gonna be longer and a whole fic but since this is probably the first smut fic of james on here i wanted to do something small to see how it will go. pt 2 will come out soon.

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