Synopsis: James takes you with him to Paris during a time of heavy CORTIS scheduling, which leaves you feeling lonely in the city of romance. By your third night alone and first night out, you try to lift your own spirits, only to be surprised with an evening of total bliss.
warnings: heavy usage of the nickname “bunny”, super corny, mdni, equal parts fluff and smut, nsfw content: oral sex, vaginal fingering, cum eating. (this is my first fic, please don’t judge lol).
You weren’t sure what you did today (or the previous) other than drink a London Fog from the hotel cafe in your navy blue linen pajama pants and white baby tee, raven hair bobby-pinned up in the front while the rest laid completely undone, then feel motivated enough to shower and ultimately stare at the ceiling in your vintage Levi 501’s and a grey sweatshirt while Before Sunrise played in the next room. By the time 4:00 rolled around, you ended up dancing along to your favorite playlist, touching yourself to pass the time, and taking a nap in the twilight.
Paris was such a bright, captivating city from what you had seen of it so far - the grandeur masterpieces like Venus de Milo and Liberty Leading the People inside the Louvre, the way the Eiffel tower glistened as you picnicked by the River Seine, and the golden, crispy pain au chocolat that made you see colors beyond any possible spectrum and hear music that wasn’t playing. Every little thing about this romantic place should have inspired a sense of bliss inside you, and it did to some degree, but what was the point of such heaven if you weren’t able to share it with James, who was scheduled what seemed like every waking second at some fashion event or fan signing or another. You felt guilty for seeming ungrateful or unhappy with this trip to Paris that James fought for you to go on with him, but being in such a pretty place and being amongst so many people except for the one you loved the most made you feel like the loneliest girl in the world.
“Dining in again madamemoiselle?” the concierge asked, bringing your third croque monsieur and red wine-dinner of the short time you’d been in Paris.
“Oui, Marcel,” you replied woefully, “but please, don’t feel bad for me or anything! James called me during his downtime that he’d be home before it got too late and promised we’d watch a movie together.”
Marcel looked at you with a hint of pity and handed me a letter that James left with him when his assistant returned to the hotel to grab a change of clothes for his appearance at a Dior show.
Y/n, my love, I hope Paris is treating you well. I am so sorry but I may be back later than expected due to a late notice meet and greet. I tried to get out of it, but I didn’t want to let down anyone on the team or coers. I hope you’ll forgive me, bunny. I promise to spend the rest of my time with you after tonight…love, James.
You thought it was so sweet that he handwrote a letter for you, but felt disappointed to spend another night alone.
“Mademoiselle, I’m sorry I had to bring you the news. Would you like any recommendations for places that will lift your spirits this evening?”
“Marcel, that would be lovely. Thank you for being so thoughtful.”
You didn’t feel much like going out alone, but perhaps a change in atmosphere would do you good. Plus you always felt happier after dolling yourself up a bit.
Marcel suggested Le Caveau de la Huchette, which was a midcentury-esque jazz club hosting a 1920s themed event tonight. You didn’t have a dress for that, or at least not to your knowledge, until Marcel told you to go into the bedroom for another surprise from James. When he left, you thanked him and bid him bonsoir.
James somehow got Dior to lend him one of their pieces for you - a 1998 art deco style dress that was made of white lace, chiffon, and designed with light green vines and glittery pink roses.
You read the letter on top of the dress aloud, feeling your heart glow beneath your skin at the sweetness of it all.
“Do you like the dress, bunny? I hope you have fun tonight even if I’m not there with you. I know you’ll be the prettiest one there. Love, James.”
About forty something minutes after refining your bangs and spritzing yourself with the perfume you bought in town earlier today, you arrived at the stoned entrance with a little red sign lighting up Le Caveau de la Huchette, with crowds of people dressed like they had arrived from a time travel machine rather than a cab.
Inside the smoky, cavernous club, laughter , wine-drunken breath, and the buzzing of trumpets and an upright bass filled your lungs with each breath you took. You took a moment to get acclimated to the historic setting, and how comforting the soft, yellow lighting was compared to the electric energy of the people and music.
You felt a little awkward just because you were used to James or your friends easing your nerves in crowded places like this, but you knew you could carry your own if you got a little champagne in your system. The only thing was, you didn’t speak much French and weren’t sure if the bartender would understand you, so you walked up to the bar and stood there like a deer in headlights, wondering what to do and feeling like a true outsider.
Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice ask “Monsieur, puis-je avoir votre meilleur vin pour cette charmante dame?”
You immediately turned around to see him - your James - looking more beautiful than you could’ve imagined with his bleach blonde hair, dark grey suit, and signature intense yet tender gaze.
“Wow y/n, you look like an angel.”
“James, I can’t believe you’re really here” you responded, rushing into his embrace where all your nerves vanished.
“I kind of tricked you a little bit and I hope you forgive me for that. I arranged this whole thing with Marcel to surprise you. And I hope you liked the dress I chose for you from the archived collection.”
“I don’t care about any of that, I’m just so glad you’re here. I’ve been so…”
Your voice trailed off towards the end of your sentence, and you felt yourself tearing up, feeling so grateful for his presence.
“Oh y/n, what’s the matter baby?” James asked, holding your face in his hands.
“It’s just that I felt so lonely without you no matter what I was doing. And I hate that I’m being so dramatic, but I just missed you, even though I knew you’d be there in bed when I was asleep and kissed me goodbye in the mornings. I just wanted to be here with you. Everything is so wonderful in this city, and I wanted to share its beauty with you.”
Every word that left your mouth pierced James’ heart, and he took your hands in his.
“I’m here with you now, and I’m not going anywhere. Martin and I did our last appearances at the YSL show today, and I’m going to spend the rest of the week doing what makes me happiest - creating memories with you and making you feel my love.”
You smiled at how genuinely he meant what he said, and there was something about the passionate way he said this that made your lower stomach churn in a way it hadn’t for days. You felt less and less interested in this place and more interested in ripping James’ suit right off.
Suddenly the band began to play “La Vie en Rose”, and James led your hand to the middle of the club where other couples began slowly floating across the floor.
The singer sounded just like Ella Fitzgerald, James held you tightly as you danced, and you realized this might be the most romantic moment of your life.
“Do you feel lonely now, angel?” James asked in his softest voice that he knew made you weak in the knees.
“I feel like the luckiest girl in the world, Jami. Thank you for loving me.”
“Thank you for letting me,” James responded. You leaned your head against his chest and you continued to dance to the end of the song.
The rest of the songs were much more rowdy, and James and you danced for what seemed like hours.
By the time you had both gotten a little sweaty, James asked “Wanna head back to the hotel?” and you agreed.
James offered you his blazer as you waited for the cab under the midnight moon, and you asked “are you tired Jami?”, to which he responded “yes…why, aren’t you?”
You looked up at him with a devilish gleam in your eyes and a cheshire grin that made his eyes widen as he understood what you wanted.
The cab ride back to the hotel felt like hell, as both of your bodies turned hot and blushed with aching and desperation for the other’s touch.
“Jami, I know I said I forgive you for leaving me all alone the past couple days, but I might have to punish you for making me touch myself too” you whispered in James ear as the Parisian air rushed into the cab windows.
You didn’t look at James, but you knew how those words alone affected him by the way he groaned after you said them. You put your hand on his left lap, and he immediately began shifting, unsure of what to do with himself until it was safe to do the things he couldn’t do to you now. Your hand slid around until it cupped his clothed length, kneading into it as it hardened underneath.
“Y/n please” James pleaded. But you continued, and James' hips began rutting up against your hand as it pressed on his length. He moaned in a way that made you feel a satisfying sense of control, but you lost it as soon as he latched onto your neck to stifle his noises, only causing more of your own to escape. You kept going like this until the driver abruptly stopped at a light, reminding you that he most likely could hear you, even beyond the partition, so you pulled your hand away and gently pushed back James face, earning a soft whine to which you responded with a “shhh. Just wait, baby.”
Once you got back to the hotel, James tried to kiss you, but you turned and led him inside, then up the elevator with the concierge of the evening, and practically raced to the room.
“James hurry up with that thing” you said as he tried to shove the keys inside the door.
“Hey, I’m trying my best here. C’mon, c’mon.”
“Here let me do it” you said, snatching it from him and delicately turning the doorknob.
“See, if you do it gently, it’ll tur-” you began, but James suddenly cut you off with a forceful kiss, pinning you against the door inside of your room.
The way his tongue moved with yours was making you dizzy, and James began to undo the zipper of your dress from behind, forcing your chests together as it felt looser and eventually fell around your feet like a fancy rug. Then James pulled away from your lips, leaving you with an immediate emptiness.
“What do you want me to do to prove how sorry I am y/n. Can I taste you? Please, let me taste you, bunny” James said, dropping to his knees while kissing down your chest and stomach and upper thighs.
You could feel your clit pulse as he began biting your thighs lightly while gripping the back of them.
“Please James” you replied, your hands already gripping his blonde hair, which always turned him to putty.
He looked up at you, then finally lowered to your sweet spot, kissing it then grazing it lightly with his teeth which pulled a small sound from your throat.
You nodded eagerly, pushing his head back to the spot.
“Uh, uh, uh, I need to hear you say it” James said teasingly.
“Ugh, yes Jami, I like it.”
James latched onto your swollen clit with his whole mouth now, lapping it at with his tongue like a bowl of milk. His fingers gripped you even deeper, as he ate you out like he’d been starving for you his whole life. You began to lose control when he guided your hips up and down until you were practically riding his face. You let out such an animalic groan that you stifled with your hands so as to not get complaints from whoever else was staying in the hotel.
Suddenly James’ mouth moved and he released his left hand from your thigh and began to fill two fingers right where you needed it.
“Oh fuck, Jami” you began, covering your mouth once again, but then feeling empty and aching again.
“Please don’t cover your mouth bunny, I want to hear how good I’m ruining you” James said softly, then returned to your sweet spot which made you cry out his name and grind your hips up and down his face again, which drove him wild and made him hum with pleasure into your core.
“James I’m so close, please don’t stop” you said, moving your hips faster.
“Tell me you forgive me y/n, please” James said in between fingering and devouring you.
“Ughhhh fuck, I forgive you” you responded, holding onto your control by a thread.
“I forgive you, James. Ugh fuck James, I’m gonna cum!”
James sucked even harder on you as his veiny fingers pumped into you passionately.
“C’mon bunny, be a good girl and give it to me. Cum in my mouth sweetie. Get it all over my face”
Your hips began to stutter as you felt yourself release on his face, which made James latch on even more, licking you until you rode out your high.
“Oh my god” you panted, holding his hair with an iron grip. Neither of you moved for about a minute until James asked “So…how was that?”
“Do you really need to ask? Your face is covered in me” you responded, laughing weakly from how James devoured you just moments ago.
“Well you taste sweeter than any dessert in Paris, I can’t help myself” he continued, standing up only to kiss your lips, neck, and the top of your breasts, holding your waist so that your back was against the wall. You moved his hands and began to slide down to your knees so that you could get a taste of him too, but he lifted you back up and carried you to the couch so that you ended up laying on top of him.
“You can take care of me tomorrow, but now I just want to hold my sweet bunny close.”
“Okay Jami” you responded reluctantly with a smile, which was all you could possibly do to say how he made you feel.
“Wanna watch Bob’s Burgers?” you asked.
“Such an American thing to do in Paris” he responded while chuckling.
“Shut up! Is that a yes or no?”
“Yes. Anything you want, I’ll give it to you. If you want the moon I’ll throw a lasso around it.”
You knew he was joking, but he probably would if you asked. There was nothing you wanted more though than to lie here, completely content, only with him.
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