Vamps Smut

One More Night. JDM

You were alone with him and you had been alone with him for over 5 minutes since the other boys went out for drinks and left you and him behind. You promised yourself that you wouldn't do it anymore, that you wouldn't give in even though your heart was racing and you had that familiar warmth between your legs. You let out a sigh and turned the page of the magazine you had in hands, absentmindedly looking through the pictures and the disconnected words. And you were doing just fine until your gaze drifted from the magazine to the blonde boy sitting across from you on the living room's sofa. He was looking right back at you, and his eyes showed no innocence whatsoever.

"What do you want, McVey?" you asked, going against every single one of your instincts.

"You." the answer, so simple, came from his lips and you couldn't help but smirk.

"Well, then you are going to keep wanting it cause you're not having it." you said, going back to the magazine and thinking the conversation was over.

But then a couple of seconds later James was kneeling down in front of you, and he placed each of his hands on each side of your body, and he was so warm and inviting...

"So you're telling me..." he started, taking the magazine from your hands and tossing it aside. "...that you don't want to have me over you not even a little bit?"

You stayed silent, though not sure if because you wanted to or because you didn't remember how to say the alphabet, much less how to form a coherent sentence.

"You're telling me that you don't miss my touch, not even the slightest?" James continued, brushing the back of his hand down the side of your face and then brushing your hair away from your neck. "That you don't miss my kisses?" he moved his lips to the sweet spot just beneath your ear, placing there the softest of kisses. And then he stared back into your eyes, waiting for your answer.

"I hate you so much." was all that you could mutter out before attaching your lips to his hungrily.

You had been together before many, many times. When you were needing someone or when you were just plain drunk. You had promised yourself that the last time had been the last time for good, but you just couldn't resist him and his skillful fingers and the way he knew the right things to do and the right places to go to drive you crazy and leave you begging, craving, wanting more.

So here you were, moaning at the touch of his tongue on yours and at the way he parted your legs and positioned himself between them and how you could feel he already had a hard on.

"I want you so fucking bad." he growled once you pulled apart to take a breath and to get rid of yours and his shirt.

You placed your hands across his chest, admiring how he had been working out harder lately, and you moved them slowly up to his shoulders and then to the back of his neck, bringing him closer and closer until your chest was touching his.

"Oh, babe, you have no idea." you mumbled before kissing him again and again until he had removed every single piece of clothing you had on and you had done the same to him.

You ran your hands down his abs, biting down on your lip before taking his hard on in your hands and beginning to pump your fist up and down, at a slow pace and then a fast one until you had him desperate, until he was breathless and moaning.

James was helpless in front of you, he touched his forehead on yours and looked into your eyes with such intensity you weren't able to catch a breath.

"I need... To be inside you." he whispered, voice washed over with lust. A smile played on your lips as you let go of him and he positioned himself, getting inside you with one swift movement and having you close your eyes because it felt like you had just stepped into the most pleasant of dreams.

His body weighed almost nothing as he supported himself on both his hands, as he moved inside you and hit every right spot and got you asking for more.

"Are you gonna come for me?" James purred to your mouth, gaze connected with yours as he picked up speed and drove you right into madness.

"Fuck, McVey, I am." you moaned, hands on his shoulders, on his hair, down his back, nails burying down on his skin and leaving deep red marks along the way. You didn't know what to do or what to say, all you knew was that your toes were curling up and you never felt so good before.

James stopped moving after you rode out your highs, and the feeling of his sweaty skin against yours was like no other. In the best way possible.

"Still hate me?" he asked with a smile, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"As I always do." you smiled too, leaning in for another kiss

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