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Hello, can i request a smut where Tom have sex with reader and then gives her oral, thank u sm meli!

(I keep thinking about it after i read that a groupie said hes really good at giving it)

hiii!! thank u for ur request, hope u enjoy xx

Wanna Forget

Description: Your friends take you to a bar after you had an argument with your boyfriend, now probably “ex”; but, despite your endless overthinking, you’ll find out that this will be one of best nights of your life.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving).

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My friends decided to have a girls night out after a long and tough week, dragging me to a pub where a band should perform tonight.

Heels clicking on the street while we laugh and joke enthusiast about finally being all single, together and with no men around us.

The bar is full of people, some music already playing in the background, not too loud so I can still hear my friends talking to me “Tell me what do you wanna drink” Stacy asks us “Bring us some beers; we’ll give you the money back later” Kenzie answers “Yeah sure” Stacy continues walking towards the bar counter “Come on Y/N, let’s go in the front row” the other girl grabs my hand guiding me trough the crowd “What’s this band name again?” I ask her “Cinderella” She answers making me laugh “Don’t laugh! They are really good…” Kenzie continues “…And hot” here comes Stacy with our beers, “Y/N relax come on, forget that asshole and enjoy some music with us!” The girl continues noticing my lost expression referring to my ex “boyfriend” who doesn’t even know about my existence. The girls raise their glasses making them toast with mine.

As the lights dim and the crowd erupts in cheers. Stacy and Kenzie squeal with excitement on either side of me, gripping my hands tightly. I'm stunned, my heart pounding in my chest as the singer comes into view, his guitar slung low and a mischievous grin on his handsome face.

As the song goes on, I notice him glancing out at the crowd, his gaze lingering on our little group. When his eyes meet mine, I feel a jolt of electricity course through me. He flashes a wink and a smile, and I can't help but blush, suddenly self-conscious in my too-short dress and heels. I glance away quickly, but not before I see the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips, a gesture that makes my stomach flip-flop nervously.

I try to focus on the music, on the energy of my friends surrounding me, but I can't shake the feeling of being seen, of being noticed by the lead singer of the band. As the song ends and they launch into the next one, I find myself getting lost in the rhythm, in the raw power of the music and the man creating it. For a moment, I forget all about my ex boyfriend, all about the heartache that brought me out here tonight. In this moment, there's only the music, the crowd, and the electric connection between a girl in the audience and the rock star on stage.

As the final notes of the last song fade away, the crowd erupts into a deafening roar of applause and cheers. I join in, my voice hoarse from singing along to every word, my cheeks flushed from the heat and the adrenaline. The band takes a collective bow, the lead singer flashing that now-familiar grin, his hair disheveled and his shirt damp with sweat.

Stacy and Kenzie are already dragging me towards the exit, eager to get to the next bar. I stumble along with them, my mind still hazy from the intensity of the performance. As we push our way through the crowded bar, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see one of the band's roadies, a burly guy with a Cinderella t-shirt and a walkie-talkie.

"Hey wait! the lead singer, Tom, he asked me to invite you and your friends to the after-party with the band" he says with a conspiratorial wink. "It's at the Ritz-Carlton downtown. Just tell the doorman you're with Cinderella."

He hands me a small, folded piece of paper with the details, and then disappears back into the crowd. I stare down at it in disbelief, my heart racing. Stacy and Kenzie are already bouncing with excitement, squealing about the possibility of meeting the band in person.

I don't know what to think, what to feel. A part of me is thrilled at the idea of a night of music and maybe, just maybe, catching the eye of a rock star. But another part of me knows that I'm not supposed to be here, that I'm still technically spoken for, even if my ex boyfriend doesn't know it. I hesitate, the paper clutched tightly in my hand, unsure of whether I should take this chance, this opportunity to forget my problems and lose myself in a night of reckless abandon.

With no hesitation the girls grab my hand guiding towards a black car, which was indicated on the paper that the guy gave me earlier.

Once we arrive I stand outside the Ritz-Carlton, my heart pounding in my chest as I stare up at the grand facade of the hotel. Stacy and Kenzie are already inside. We arrive in front of one of the suites meeting the doorman that, with a knowing nod and a "You must be with Cinderella, right?" I take a deep breath, smoothing down my too-short dress and trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach.

As I step into the room, the sound of music and laughter fills the air. I follow the noise, my heels clicking on the marble floor, until I reach a set of double doors. I push them open, and I'm greeted by a sight that makes my jaw drop.

The room is filled with people, fans, groupies, all of them drinking and dancing to the band's music. In the corner, I spot the band themselves, surrounded by a gaggle of admirers and strippers. And there, in the middle of it all, is Tom Keifer, the lead singer.

He's laughing at something someone said, his head thrown back and his eyes crinkled at the corners. He looks even more handsome up close, his features sharp and defined, his body lean. As if he can feel my gaze on him, he turns his head, his eyes meeting mine across the room.

For a moment, time seems to stand still. His gaze holds mine, intense and searching, and I feel a rush of heat to my cheeks. Then, he smiles, a slow, lazy grin that makes my heart skip a beat, and he starts to make his way towards me.

I'm frozen in place, my feet glued to the floor as he approaches. Stacy and Kenzie are nowhere to be seen, lost in their own conversations and flirtations. I'm alone, and I'm about to come face to face with the man who's haunted my thoughts all night.

Sitting down on a couch near me, I don't know what I'm supposed to do, what I'm supposed to say. All I know is that my heart is racing, and my palms are sweating, and I'm suddenly very aware of every inch of my exposed skin and the way my dress clings to my curves. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, and wait for Tom to reach me.

“Hey, gorgeous” he says, his drunk and high voice interrupts my thoughts “You came” he continues noticing my silence "Yeah, I came. I mean, thank you for inviting us, it's great to meet you." I cringe internally at my awkwardness, wishing I could think of something more clever or charming to say.

Tom smiles, his eyes roaming over my face and lingering on my lips for a moment before meeting my gaze again. "I'm glad you could make it. I noticed you in the crowd tonight, you were hard to miss." He reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my cheek. "I'm Tom, by the way. And you are...?"

He leaves the question hanging in the air, his thumb lightly tracing the curve of my jaw. I feel my cheeks flush, my skin tingling from his touch. I know I should introduce myself, but I'm suddenly so nervous, so aware of every little detail, the calluses on his fingers from playing guitar, the warmth of his breath on my face, the way his eyes seem to see right through me.

I suddenly move his hand away still thinking that being here can be a total waste of time, remembering that despite the bad situation with my ex boyfriend we are still having something, we didn’t really broke up… right? Tom's hand drop away from my face as I move it, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. He moves back, giving me some space, and I see the mischievous glint in his eyes fade, replaced by a look of confusion. “Y/N…” I say, he raises an eyebrow “My name is Y/N” he gives me a cocky smile hearing my voice again “Where are your friends?” He continues sipping on his beer “Probably somewhere with some guys” I say softly laughing “And did you enjoy the show?” He asks smirking “Yeah that was great” I answer remembering the connection we had while he was performing “Yeah, I can tell” I blush at his reply “You know… it never happened to me to catch such a beautiful girl’s attention…” he looks at me deeply in the eyes “Oh sure, the first lie you tell me” he laughs at my words “I‘m for real… why would you doubt it?” His amused expression studies me, while my eyes suddenly turn dark “Got it… you are here to forget someone isn’t it?” His words hit me as knife in the heart, making me nod looking away “What an idiot he should be” he lays down on the couch to be more comfortable still drinking his beer. I can’t help to stay here and don’t do anything to make me feel better, I have to stop of being this dissociated. Tom moves to stand up again but before he does I grab his face in my hands kissing him desperately and in that moment everything disappears, as earlier while he was on that stage.

Tom's eyes widen in surprise as my lips meet his, but he quickly melts into the kiss, his hand coming up to tangle in my hair. He kisses me back with fervor, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips, seeking entrance. I part my lips, deepening the kiss, and I can taste the beer on his tongue, the faint hint of cigarettes and something uniquely him.

My heart races as I lose myself in the sensation, in the feeling of his lips on mine, his hand in my hair, his body pressed against me. For a moment, I forget everything else my ex, my doubts, my fears. There is only Tom, only the heat of his skin and the strength of his arms around me.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathing heavily. Tom's eyes are dark, his gaze intense as he stares down at me. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but I place my finger against his lips, silencing him. I don't want to talk anymore, don't want to think. I just want to feel.

“Come with me” he says pulling me towards the suite’s bedroom, I hesitate for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest as I look up at Tom. A part of me knows this is moving fast, too fast. I'm not this kind of girl, the kind who kisses strangers in bars and goes back to their hotel rooms. But there's another part of me, a part that's tired of playing by the rules, tired of being the good girl. That part wants to throw caution to the wind and lose myself in this moment, in Tom.

I glance towards the door, knowing that if I walk through it, there's no turning back. I'll be crossing a line, one that I can't uncross. But as I look into Tom's eyes, I see the heat and the desire there, and I know that I want to. I want to feel alive, to feel wanted, to feel something other than the numbness that I've been feeling for so long.

So I take a deep breath, and I let Tom lead me towards the bedroom, my heart racing and my skin tingling with anticipation. I know I'll probably regret this tomorrow, but for tonight, I just want to be reckless.

Tom pushes me down onto the plush mattress, I let out a soft gasp, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. He looms over me, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in the sight of me splayed out beneath him. I can feel the heat of his gaze on my skin, burning into me, undressing me without even touching me.

My breath catches in my throat as he leans down, his lips finding the sensitive spot on my neck. I tilt my head to the side, giving him better access as he starts to kiss and nip at the skin there. His hands roam over my body, slipping beneath the fabric of my dress to caress the bare skin underneath.

I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips as his fingers find my breast, teasing and kneading the soft flesh. My own hands come up to tangle in his hair, holding him close as he kisses down my neck and chest. I can feel every inch of his body pressed against mine, hard and warm.

He reaches the hem of my dress and starts to push it up, inch by inch, his fingers brushing against my thighs, my hips, my waist. I lift my hips to help him, letting him tug the dress off and toss it to the side. I'm left in my underwear and heels, feeling exposed but also incredibly turned on.

Tom takes a moment to look at me, his eyes raking over my nearly naked form. "Fuck, you're gorgeous" he murmurs, his voice low and rough with desire. Then he leans down and captures my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth, claiming me, owning me.

I kiss him back just as passionately, my own desire burning hot and bright within me. My hands slip under his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his chest, the muscles that flex beneath my fingers. I tug at his shirt impatiently, wanting to feel his bare skin against mine.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to pull his shirt off and toss it away, and then he's back on top of me, his skin hot and smooth against my own. I can feel every inch of him, from his broad shoulders to the V of his hips, the line of hair that trails down his abdomen.

His hands slip down my underwear, Tom's fingers start to move, stroking and circling and teasing me in a way that makes my back arch off the bed. I'm panting and moaning, my hips rocking against his hand as I chase the pleasure building inside me. He knows exactly what he's doing, his touch skilled and experienced, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

Just as I'm about to tip over, to come undone beneath his fingers, he pulls his hand away. I whimper at the loss, my body throbbing and aching for more. But then I feel the hard length of him pressing against me, hot and insistent, and I know that I need him inside me. Now.

I reach down, fumbling with the button of his jeans, desperate to free him from the confines of his pants. He helps me, both of us working together until finally, he springs free, long and hard and perfect.

He kicks his jeans off the rest of the way and settles between my legs, the head of his cock nudging against my entrance. I'm so wet, so ready for him, that he slips inside with one smooth thrust. I cry out at the sudden fullness, my walls stretching to accommodate him, fitting him like a glove.

He starts to move, his hips rolling against mine in a steady rhythm. Each thrust pushes me further up the bed, the headboard slamming against the wall with the force of his movements. I wrap my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his lower back as I urge him on, meeting him thrust for thrust.

The room fills with the sound of our moans and the slap of skin against skin, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat and desire. I can feel everything building inside me again, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my core as Tom pounds into me relentlessly.

Suddenly, he flips us over, so that I'm straddling him, riding him, setting the pace. I sit up, my hands on his chest as I roll my hips against his, taking him deep, so deep inside me. I can feel every inch of him, can feel him hitting a spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes.

I start to ride him harder, my hips slamming down onto his with increasing fervor. The new angle allows him to go even deeper. I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my back as I lose myself in the sensation of being so thoroughly filled and stretched by his thick, hard cock.

Tom's hands grip my hips tightly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of my ass as he guides my movements. He's panting heavily, his chest heaving with exertion as he watches me through hooded eyes, taking in the sight of my breasts bouncing with each roll of my hips, my hardened nipples just inches from his face.

Suddenly, Tom flips us back over, leaving me pinned beneath him, my legs splayed open wide. Before I can catch my breath or process the sudden change in position, he's already sliding down my body, trailing hot kisses and bites along my stomach and hips as he goes.

I gasp and writhe beneath him, my fingers tangling in his hair as he settles between my thighs. I can feel his breath hot against my aching, swollen flesh and I know what's coming next. But nothing could have prepared me for the first swipe of his tongue against my pussy.

"Oh god!" I cry out, my back arching off the bed as pleasure unlike anything I've ever felt before crashes over me. Tom's tongue is fast, licking and sucking and probing me with a skill and enthusiasm that leaves me breathless.

He focuses his attention on my clit, flicking and circling the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue before suckling on it greedily. His hands grip my ass, spreading my cheeks wide, holding me open and exposed to his hungry mouth.

I'm reduced to a writhing, mewling mess within moments, my fingers clutching desperately at his hair as he eats me out. He's relentless in his pursuit of my pleasure, determined to make me come undone with just his mouth.

Tom continues his relentless assault on my most sensitive spots, his tongue and lips and even his nose working in tandem to drive me absolutely wild with lust. I can feel the pleasure building rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in my core, threatening to consume me entirely.

Just as I'm about to scream, to cry out my impending orgasm, Tom sucks my clit hard into his mouth and slides two long, thick fingers deep inside me. That's all it takes to send me hurtling over the edge.

I loudly moan, my voice echoing off the walls as my orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. My pussy clenches and spasms around Tom's fingers, my juices gushing out to coat his hand and drip down onto the sheets below.

Tom doesn't let up, continuing to lick and suck and finger fuck me through my intense climax, drawing it out and intensifying the pleasure until I'm seeing stars and my body is shaking uncontrollably.

Finally, as the last aftershocks start to fade, he pulls back, his face glistening with my essence. He grins up at me, a wicked, satisfied smirk on his handsome face as he takes in the sight of my fucked out, pleasure-drunk expression.

He smiles at me and then falling back next to me pulling me closer to him “That was amazing… I may want to do it again later” he says smiling “Yeah me too” I reply; he winks at me smirking “At least you forgot about him”.

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-mel

Okay... Bye

We deserve this.

🫦🫦🫦 seeing this in uni hurts

Hii, I’ve got a request for 2000s duff and reader smut, maybe duff being submissive? 💕💕

hello!! thank u for your request hope you’ll like it!! (sorry for the delay, was really busy with university)

-am writing the other requests too btw xx-

Long Distance Lust

description: Duff and his band were away on tour for what seemed forever, and you decide to show him how much you miss him as you waited for him to come home.

warnings: unprotected sex, masturbation, dom reader, sub Duff.

It’s been three months since Duff and his band started the new tour; the longest months I’ve ever spent in my entire life. I couldn’t help but think about my man the entire time. I missed him, his smile, his laugh, his love, his body… In a few days he should be back home, but I couldn’t help to tease him also while he was busy with his music, miles away from me.

—Third person POV—

Duff sat alone in the cramped, dimly lit tour bus, surrounded by the chaos of band equipment and empty beer cans strewn about. The constant hum of the engine and the distant sound of the highway merging into the night air was his only companion, as he flipped through the mail the band's manager had handed him before they set off for the next gig. His calloused fingers, accustomed to gripping a bass neck for hours on end, gently tore open the envelope bearing his girlfriend, Y/N’s unmistakable handwriting. A small, tinny scent drifted out her signature perfume, a subtle reminder of the warmth of her body pressed against his, a luxury he hadn't experienced in what felt like an eternity on this endless tour.

As he slid the letter out, a stack of Polaroids slipped from the envelope and scattered across his lap. His heart skipped a beat as he picked up the top photo, the dim light of the bus illuminating her radiant smile and the glint of mischief in her eyes.

Duff's eyes widened as he flipped through the frames, each one more breathtaking and provocative than the last. There was Y/N, posed in a way that showcased her stunning figure, yet still maintaining an air of innocence that drove him wild. His heart raced as he took in the sight of her creamy skin, the curves he longed to touch and taste.

In one photo, she lays on a bed, tangled in satin sheets that complimented her hair, which cascaded over the pillow in soft waves. Her eyes were closed, a coy smile playing at her lips, and her hand rested just above her bare breast. The next one caught her in a bathroom mirror, wearing nothing but a towel that clung to her wet body, water dripping down her cleavage. Another showed her lounging on a beach chair, a scandalously small bikini leaving little to the imagination as she arched her back, pushing her breasts up.

Each photo was a tease, a promise of the pleasure and passion that awaited him when he’d return home. Duff could feel a familiar stirring in his jeans as he gazed at the intimate portraits of his lover. He traced a finger over the glossy surface, longing to feel her soft skin beneath his touch once more. The Polaroids were a lifeline, a reminder of the love and desire that kept him going through the grueling demands of the road. They were his private treasure, a secret world he could lose himself in away from the noise and chaos of tour life.

Duff glanced around furtively, ensuring his bandmates were preoccupied or asleep in the other parts of the cramped tour bus. The steady hum of the engine and the occasional stop at red lights provided a modicum of privacy as he slipped back into the small, enclosed space he used as a makeshift bedroom.

With shaking hands, he spread the Polaroids out on the narrow bed, the soft glow of a small reading lamp illuminating the intimate images of Y/N's breathtaking body. He could feel the familiar ache of arousal growing in his jeans as he drank in every detail, his eyes roaming over the gentle slopes and curves he knew so well.

Duff reached down and unzipped his black jeans with a sense of urgency, freeing his hard, throbbing cock from the confines of his pants. He wrapped a calloused hand around his shaft, giving it a few slow, teasing strokes as he lost himself in the erotic pictures scattered before him. His breathing grew heavier as he imagined Y/N posing for these photos, perhaps touching herself in the same way he was touching himself now. The thought of her lying on a bed, one hand between her legs as she snapped the photographs, sent a surge of lust coursing through his veins.

Duff picked up a picture of Y/N, sprawled naked on a plush rug, her legs spread wide and her fingers buried in her glistening folds. He brought it closer, his eyes fixated on her face as he pumped his cock harder and faster, chasing the release he so desperately craved after months apart from her.

Soft grunts and groans escaped his lips as he neared the edge, his hand moving in a blur over his sensitive flesh. He pictured Y/N's face, her expression of ecstasy as she touched herself, and with a final, sharp gasp, he came undone. Thick ropes of cum splattered over the Polaroid and his hand as he rode out the waves of his intense orgasm.

In the aftermath, Duff leaned back against the pillow, panting heavily as he stared down at the lewd image before him. He knew he should feel guilty, ashamed even, for defiling the intimate portrait in such a way. But all he could feel was a profound sense of love, longing, and the desperate need to hold Y/N in his arms once more. He carefully tucked the Polaroids away, a dirty secret hidden within his sinful conscious. The single lamp flickered as the bus hit a pothole, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Duff quickly cleaned himself up, not wanting to leave any evidence of his private moment.

—Y/N’s POV—

Four days later.

I hear the door opening and Duff’s voice greeting our cat, I stand up from the couch heading towards him.

“Hi baby” I say hugging him euphorically, standing on my tiptoes, since he’s much taller than me. He hugs me tightly, pressing his body against mine.

“God Y/N, I missed you so much” he whispers in the crook of my neck, while I keep rubbing my fingers on the back of his hair, caressing his soft blonde hair. He looks at me, deep in the eyes, so much desire in his sight, desperation, admiration, lust and love at the same time.

“Those Polaroids baby… God, you destroyed me” he says chuckling, I could see his excitement starting to manifest as little drips of sweat on his skin made him glow at the soft light of our house.

“You liked them?” He nods sighting heavenly at my words and my touch. “I thought about you constantly, you know?” I tease him, touching his chest skin.

“Oh yeah?” He asks trying to keep it cool.

“Yeah… I kept touching myself thinking about you… I couldn’t take it anymore baby…” my doe eyes studying his face.

“Y/N, I-“ he starts but I cut him off.

“What did you do with those pictures Duff?” His breath is stuck in his throat at my words, I smile seeing his reaction, as I grab his hand and lead him towards our bedroom, before making him sit on the bed.

“I asked you something baby… what did you do with those pictures?” My hands reach for my shorts starting to unbutton them revealing my red lace thong.

“I- oh fuck, Y/N, what are you doing to me…” I move closer to him softly touching his lips with mine, while I remove his shirt, now totally revealing his tattooed skin “Answer me Duff…” now my hands fall down on his leather pants which already show his hard crotch.

“I jerked off to them, so fucking hard… hiding from the others…” his breathless words leave his mouth while his eyes fall on my hands that are now removing his boxers, exposing his bare long cock. My thong slips away as soon as I feel the excitement reaching in between my legs at the sight of his naked body; I sit on his lap, facing him, legs spread open one by both of his sides, starting to move slowly and rubbing both of our naked sex.

“Did you like it?” My sensual voice slips in his ear biting his lobe.

“Fuck yeah, baby” his voice full of lust and desire while his hands slide on my waist, pulling me closer, so that his tip could touch my core. “I want you, please Y/N” he says on my lips kissing them, I smile at his desperate words, he wasn’t the type to be this submissive, he’s never been, but today it seemed different.

Duff's hands run up my sides to cup my breasts, thumbing my hardened nipples as he captures my lips in a searing kiss. He poured all of his hunger, his desperation, his all-consuming love into that kiss, drowning in the taste and feel of my body.

“I need to be inside you" he rasps against my mouth, his hips rocking up to grind his hard flesh against my slick folds. "Please Y/N, I can't wait any longer. I need to feel you wrapped around me."

His words are a plea, a desperate entreaty born of the intense longing he endured during our separation. Duff knows he needs to claim me, to possess me, to reaffirm our bond after being torn apart for so long. And he needs it right now.

I move closer to him and with a rapid and smooth movement I let his dick slide inside of me. A low groan tore from Duff's throat as he feels my tight, wet heat enveloping his aching cock in one swift, decisive movement. His eyes roll back in ecstasy, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips as he pulls me down, burying himself to the hilt inside my welcoming body.

"Fuck, baby, you feel incredible" he gasps, head dropping to rest against my shoulder as he savors the exquisite sensation. I move faster, making it bury deeper inside my throbbing core, my nails scratching his back, neck, arms, shoulders. It was too hot to handle, I let Duff fall on the bed while I keep moving even faster on his cock. His hands hardly grip my ass, while he moans witnessing my body on top his.

I lay down closer to him, softly touching his chest with mine and kissing him sloppily, with a swift movement I remove his hands that were all over my body, and block them on the side of his head. My wet pussy slaps against his flesh with a constant rhythm, my tits bouncing against his lips, letting him bite my nipples, making me moan loudly as my head falls back, covering my face with my sweaty messy hair.

He loves seeing me riding him this wild, he looks at me with an amused smile while panting heavily.

He reaches again for my hips guiding my movements faster and harder, pushing his erection even deeper just to be sure I could feel his long cock contracting my womb at every thrust.

"Oh fuck, just like that baby" he grunts, watching in awe as my breasts bounce hypnotically with each powerful thrust of my hips.

"You're so fucking sexy, so gorgeous riding my cock like this. I can't get enough of you."

Duff's hips surge up to meet mine, driving his thick length even deeper into my fluttering core. He can feel his release building, the coil of tension in his loins winding tighter and tighter as my velvet heat grips him like a vice. He knows he wouldn't last much longer at this rate, not after months of pent-up desire.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck Y/N, I'm cumming!" With a roar of ecstasy, he slams his hips up one last time, burying himself balls-deep inside my spasming pussy as thick ropes of hot seed erupts from his throbbing cock. His entire body shudders and convulses beneath mine, fingers digging into the sheets as he rides out the intense waves of his release. His eyes fluttering shut in bliss as he pumps what felt like an endless stream of cum deep into my core.

I look at him smiling before moving next to him between his arms; he is breathless and amused.

“I fucking loved that, baby” he says kissing my forehead and cupping my face. “I definitely need this treatment more often, I guess the distance does us well.”

-mel

Love Me Harder

An amazing collaboration with @metallicames !! ❥

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Description: 1991, You and James are friends with benefits, but you knew each other since you were in high school and since then you’ve been inseparable… but lately, during James’ last tour something changed, making you doubt about your special friendship, or so you thought until that night…

Warnings: smut, angst, unprotected sex, fingering

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“Cause if you want to keep me

You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta got to love me harder

And if you really need me

You gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta got to love me harder

Gotta love me harder”

-“Love me harder”, by Ariana Grande & The Weeknd

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Being James Hetfield's friend with benefits has never been easy, it's actually like being on a roller coaster: you never know what might happen, what mood he'll be in, or when you'll see him next.

I haven’t heard from him in days… he was having some gigs with his band around the country, he promised to call me so he could tell me how his tour was going but the last call was two weeks ago by now. We’ve been friends since we were in high school and talking to each other about our lives always been a habit, but now that his career became bigger he changed: the alcohol his destroying him but he doesn’t seem to care, but I do…

I was having my work break during my night shift, while he was probably getting ready for another show, I couldn’t help and decided to call his hotel. A lady answers my call before sending it to James’ room; I heard him answering the phone “Yeah?” I could identify his drunk and probably high voice through the speaker “James, it’s me Y/N…” he sighed heavily hearing my voice “…you didn’t call, I wanted to know if you are doing okay” my voice was low, I felt like he didn’t want to hear me.

James sighed heavily into the phone again, his words slurred slightly as he spoke."Fuck, Y/N... I've been busy, alright? Shit's been crazy with the tour and all..."

He took a long swig of his beer, the sound of liquid glugging echoed through the receiver. James grimaced slightly at the bitter taste, but continued to drink nevertheless. “I figured, but I was worried about you, that’s all…” I tried to be more sensitive as possible trying to bring him back to reality noticing that he wasn’t sober.

"Look, I ain't got time for this fuckin' heart-to-heart bullshit right now, ya know? I got a fuckin' show to play in like, an hour..." he never been this cold with me, the previous years was always euphoric to tell me about his tour, but this time is different. “James I just-“

James's voice dropped to a low, irritated murmur. "I'm fine, 'kay? Just fuckin' alright here. Stop worryin' about me like I'm some fuckin' damsel in distress or somethin'..."

He letted out another exasperated sigh, running a hand through his long, dirty blonde hair. "I'll call ya when I get back, 'kay? Now quit bein' such a fuckin' girl about this shit..."

Without waiting for a response, James slammed the phone down, cutting me off mid-sentence. I was speechless, hurt, that wasn’t the James that I used to know… I waited for a call that night and the days after and it never came.

Today, a few weeks later after our last talk I had the worst day at work, after replacing my colleague’s shift that lasted four hours more then my usual, I came back home exhausted, with the only thought of sleeping and finally relaxing with the thunders and rain sounds through the windows hoping to finally stop overthinking about him; After a few hours the storm wakes me from a restless sleep. Thunder shaking the windows, and the rain lashing against the glass like a fist. I turn over in bed, trying to reclaim the warmth of dreams, when the intercom ring sharp and insistent, cutting through the night like a blade.

I glance at the clock: 3:20 a.m.

Disoriented, I stumble toward the intercom. “Who is it?”

“It’s me...” The voice is low, hoarse, heavy with something unspoken. “James.”

It takes me a moment to believe it. “James? What… what are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry. Can I come up?”

I don’t hesitate. I press the button and unlock the door. I wait in the doorway, pulling the thin fabric of my sleep shirt tighter around me. When I see him climb the stairs, my breath stops.

He is soaked to the bone, rainwater dripping from his hair, his clothes clinging to his body. His eyes are unfocused, his steps unsteady, i can tell he'd been drinking. But there is something else too: a desperation clinging to him like the storm itself.

“Are you insane?” I whisper, pulling him inside. “You’ll catch your death out there.”

He doesn’t answer. He just stay there, eyes locked on mine with an intensity that make me forget the cold. I peele his wet jacket off him, and the heat of his body surprises me, he feels feverish, trembling. Then he steps closer, and before I could speak, his hands are on my face, and his mouth crashes into mine.

It ain’t a kiss. It’s a plea.

And I answer it.

We kiss like we are trying to drown in each other. There is no space, no air, only heat and hunger. We stumble through the hallway, shedding wet clothes as we keep walking, lips never parting for long. My back hits the bedroom door, and we fall onto the bed, still tangled in half-removed shirts, his hands roaming, urgent and rough, like he needed to feel every inch of me to believe I am real. James's breath comes in harsh, ragged gasps as he hovers over me, his blue eyes dark and intense in the low light. He can feel the heat radiating off my skin, the soft curves of my body beneath his trembling hands. The alcohol coursing through his veins only amplified his desperate need to lose himself in me, to forget the chaos and darkness that haunted his every waking moment.

He captures my lips again in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me. One hand tangles in my hair, gripping it tightly as he angles my head to deepen the kiss, while the other hand slides down the smooth column of my throat, feeling my pulse jump beneath his touch.

James's hips ground against mine, the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against my core. He needs me, needs to be inside of me, needs to feel something real. The world outside this room fades away, the storm still raging but now nothing more than a distant hum, a muffled soundtrack to our desperate coupling.

He breaks the kiss with a harsh gasp, his forehead falling to rest against mine as he struggles to catch his breath. His voice is a low, ragged whisper when he spoke, his words hot against my lips. “I need you. I need to feel you. Now..."

James's hands roamed my body with a desperate, almost frantic hunger, calloused fingers skimming over the soft curves of my breasts, my stomach, my hips. He pushes my shirt up and off, tossing it carelessly to the side, before leaning down to take one hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh until I cry out in pleasure-pain.

His other hand slides between my thighs, roughly pushing my panties aside to delve into the slick heat of my core. He groans against my breast when he feels how wet I am, two fingers plunging deep inside of me, pumping in and out of my tight channel.

I can feel every inch of him, hard and heavy against my thigh as he looms over me, his hips rocking forward, seeking friction. With a low curse, he takes off his own shirt, revealing the lean, muscular expanse of his chest, the light dusting of hair glistening with rainwater and sweat.

James kicks off his jeans, leaving him bare and exposed, his thick hard cock ready to be used. He settles between my thighs, the head of his erection nudging against my entrance, and with one hard thrust of his hips, he buries himself to the hilt inside of me.

I gasp at the sudden intrusion, my back arching off the bed as I adjust to the feeling of him stretching me wide, filling me so completely. He set a fast, almost punishing pace, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust of his hips.

One hand grips my hip hard enough to leave bruises, holding me in place as he takes his pleasure from my body. The other hand slides beneath my ass, tilting my hips up to meet each driving thrust. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with our harsh pants and moans.

The storm outside rage, but it only echoes the storm between us the frantic rhythm of skin on skin, the harsh gasps, the sound of the bed creaking beneath the weight of something more than lust.

He is above me, inside me, and I clung to him as if letting go would shatter something irreparable. There is no space for thought only the relentless surge of his hips, the grip of his hands on my thighs, the heat building between us like fire under wet wood.

And then, in the middle of it all in the middle of the madness I hear it. A breath, a tremor.

“I love you.”

I freeze.

My body doesn’t stop, but something inside me does, like the world is slipping sideways. My fingers grip his shoulders. My voice is barely audible, a thread of disbelief.

“What?” I whisper, not daring to believe what I just heard. “James… what did you say?”

He slows down, just enough to meet my eyes. His own are dark, wet not only for alcohol anymore, but something deeper. He holds my gaze and say it again, slower this time, with a clarity that cut through me.

“I love you.”

The words hung there, raw and exposed, heavier than anything else in the room. My chest hurts. Everything in me screams to me to hold on and to run at the same time.

But I don’t move. I reach up, tangle my fingers in his damp hair, and kiss him like it is the first time and maybe the last.

As James's hips stilled, buried deep inside of me, I can feel his cock pulsing and throbbing, hot seed spurting in thick ropes to paint my insides. The sensation of his release triggers my own, and I come with a sharp cry, my inner walls clenching and fluttering around him, milking every last drop of his essence.

My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, I gasp beneath him, back bowed, fingers clawing at his shoulders as I ride out the intense pleasure, wave after wave of bliss consuming me.

James groans low in his throat, hips grinding against mine as he prolongs both our peaks. He can feel me coming undone around him, my silken walls gripping his sensitive flesh like a vise. It is almost too much, the intensity of it, the raw, primal connection.

Even as the aftershocks begin to subside, James doesn’t pull away. He collapses against me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his face buries in the crook of my neck. Our chests heavy together, sweat-slicked skin sliding against sweat-slicked skin, as we struggle to catch our breath.

The air between us is thick with the musky scent of sex and the weight of unspoken emotions.

This night ain’t just a mistake or a relapse. It ain’t just sex. We cling to each other like the storm outside might swallow us whole. And even though fear grips my chest the fear that tomorrow he’d disappear again, that morning light would erase all of this I let myself believe, just for that night.

In this moment, I am his. Entirely. And for the first time, it feels like he is mine too.

The harsh light of morning pierces through the curtains, falling across the tangled sheets and naked limbs of our spent bodies. I wake up first, blinking away the remnants of sleep, taking in the sight of James's face on the pillow beside me. His features are relaxed in slumber, the usual tension gone, leaving him looking almost boyish. Almost vulnerable.

I glance down at our bodies, still entwined, the sheet kicked down to our waists. The room is a mess, clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor, the air thick with the scent of sex and the faint aroma of alcohol still clinging to James's skin.

I softly stand up from the bed trying to not wake him up, collecting a top and pair of shorts heading towards the kitchen.

As I reach for a mug from the cabinet, I hear footsteps behind me. I turn to see James, still naked except for a pair of boxers. His hair is disheveled, falling in loose waves around his face.

He pauses in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his bare chest. His eyes, still heavy from sleep.

I can see him swallow hard, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, as he meets my gaze. The air between us feels charged, the silence heavy with the weight of last night's passion and the unspoken words left lingering on our tongues.

James remains quiet, his expression guarded, as he studies me. It is clear that he is still processing, still trying to reconcile the events of the night with the harsh light of day. “Morning…” I say breaking the awkward silence between us “…you want something for breakfast?” I ask him again trying to keep it cool but inside me I am screaming thinking about what he told me last night, I know he wasn’t completely sober but he wasn’t drunk of course, maybe those three words were actually true… “Just gimme a beer” he says, I stop what I was doing before looking at him with a disappointed expression before seeing him laughing “I’m playing with ya’… a coffee would be perfect” I sigh at his joke before preparing everything for both of us.

“Here you go” I say giving him the mug. The silence is deep, again, my thoughts are killing me from the inside while I keep thinking about everything that we had hours before, I can’t take this anymore “James…” I start keeping my eyes focused on my coffee “Mh?” He simply replies making things more difficult for me “About last night… uhm… Were you serious?” I spit out nervously “About what?” He asks leaning down on the chair “About what you told to me…” he doesn’t say anything, he probably knows but he doesn’t want to touch the topic “Listen Y/N, whatever I said that wasn’t the right moment, I was probably too much turned on my the moment and-“ I know him, I know him too well “So you remember…” he freezes “why you playing this shit with me James?” That’s enough he can’t treat me like one of his tour girls I’m not like them and he knows it “I’m not playing with you, I’m just-“ he tries to justify himself “You are what? What’s your goal of being this distant with me? We’ve been best friends for years and now you are acting like a total dick: you disappear, then you come here, you fuck me saying that you love me, then you deny everything! What do you want from me?!” I snap, standing up from the chair, hands in my hair, I go back to my bedroom trying to stay calm starting to feel my eyes filling with tears, I was ready to tell him that his feelings are the same that were hunting me since he left for the tour, but now I’m regretting everything.

I lay down on the bed for a few minutes before feeling the mattress moving behind me, a hand gripping my waist. James’ mustache rubbing my skin while he places a soft kiss on it “I’m sorry for being such a dick sometimes” he says softly “You are always a dick James” I say making him escape a little laugh “I meant everything that I said yesterday night…” he finally admits; my heart starts to beat faster at his words “…Never been a moment where I didn’t think about you when I was with the band. But I was too scared about this feeling that I lost myself with the alcohol…” he sounds so miserable, vulnerable but he finally opens to me “I love you too James…”I turn around to look at him, his blue eyes studying me, I could see his happiness in them thanks to my words “ya’ do?” He asks “yes… but promise me you will let me help you to deal with your emotions and these alcohol problems” he smiles softly at my words, placing a kiss on my lips “I want you to help me Y/N, you are the only one that can do that”.

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-mel & ally

I don't wanna be me

Because when you’re a musician you have to have a photo of you on the toilet 🚽

⋅˚₊‧ women & blue eyeshadow‧₊˚ ⋅

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hiiii, sorry for the weird question lmao but could you write a smut story with kirk where he like during it he asks you to sit on his face? thank you 🫶🫶🫶🫶

hello thank u for the request!! hope u like it!!

(not too long ff)

Comics & Chill

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, 69

Lars, James and Cliff finally left the place leaving me and Kirk alone. I know they did it on purpose after noticing all the tension that always been between me and him; how he used to glance at me during their gigs, the way he always asked where I was before their practices, talking about me to the guys, his cheeks burning when James teases him in front of me. "He wants you to fuck you, I'm sure about that" James told me one day "Nah, he's just being polite" I answered "Yeah sure" he smirked, “He likes you… a lot” Cliff added.

Now me and Kirk are laying on Lars bed listening to some music while Kirk keeps talking about his new comic book that he ordered and will collect as soon as it arrives, his long curls falling softly on his shoulders with an iron maiden t-shirt and black sweatpants... I couldn't care less of what he was saying I was focus on him only. Pretending to follow what he was saying i kept looking and admiring him while talking with such enthusiasm.

“So which one do you prefer?” He suddenly asks turning to look at me waking me up from my thoughts “Mh?” he giggles at my answer “Which horror character do you prefer? This one? Or the other one from the other comic?” He ask again pointing at a green monster on the page he was reading “I don’t know, probably that one” he smiles keep talking about the characters. I sight, I can’t take this anymore… the guys left us alone for a reason and he keeps talking about his comics, I wasn’t his first crush for sure, maybe he was scared to make the first move also if we knew each other for years now… “Oh look at this! This will be available next Friday” he points on the last page referring to a new comic. I sit up fixing my hair, I look at him waiting to be noticed but he is too focus “Yeah, all right” I grab the comic putting it on the little table next to the bed. He doesn’t say anything he just watches the scene, a little bit confused. I move closer to him, crawling towards him positioning on top of him “You are so boring sometimes, you know that?” I joke, making him smile and blush, his heart rate increasing, giving me his full attention now. His hands instinctively went to my hips, gripping them gently as he gazed up at me with lust-filled eyes.

"Boring, huh? I guess I can be when I'm thinking about... other things" Kirk said with a playful smirk, his voice a bit deeper than before. He slid his hands up my sides, feeling my curves through my shirt. His eyes flicked down to my lips, then back up to meet my eyes.

Kirk leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin, Unable to hold back any longer, he captured my lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his pent-up desire and longing into the passionate embrace. A low groan rumbled in his throat as his tongue delved into my mouth, exploring every inch of my warm, welcoming part of it. Kirk's grip tightened on my back, pressing my soft breasts against his chest as the kiss deepened in intensity.

My fingers reach for his black curls playing with them; Kirk shivered with pleasure at my touch. The sensation of me pulling his hair while making out ignited a fire within him, his arousal growing with each passing second. He tilted his head, allowing me to run my fingers deeper into his hair as he continued to explore my mouth with fervent kisses.

One hand slid down to the small of my back, while the other cupped the side of my face tenderly. I feel the excitement growing inside of me too, I start to move on his now hard crotch. Kirk gasped into the kiss as he felt my hips start to grind against his rock-hard erection straining against his black sweatpants. The sudden stimulation sent a jolt of pure lust surging through his veins, his member throbbing with need.

He broke the kiss with a sharp inhale, his chest heaving and eyes dark with desire as he gazed at me. Kirk's hands gripped my hips tighter, pulling me harder against him as he bucked up to meet my grinding.

“I wanna feel you before the boys come back” Kirk rasped, his voice breathless with arousal. He captured my lips again in a hungry, desperate kiss, one hand fisting in my hair while the other groped my ass, urging me to keep moving against him.

Kirk's hips rocked in tandem with mine, the friction of our clothed sexes rubbing together creating a delicious tension that built with each passing second. He could feel the heat of my core seeping through the fabric, stoking the flames of his desire to a fever pitch.

I break the kiss, removing my shirt leaving my breaths bare naked, while he locks his eyes on them.

In a flash, Kirk fixes his posture up as well, eagerly tugging his own iron maiden t-shirt over his head and tossing it carelessly to the side. He drank in the sight of my newly exposed skin, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he reached for the button of his sweatpants.

Kirk's fingers fumbled with the waistband, his arousal making it difficult to concentrate on the simple task. He partially removes his pants just to let out his hard dick.

He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back down on his cock. Kirk's hands roamed over my naked skin, caressing every dip and curve reverently as he lowered his head to capture one of my hardened nipples between his teeth.

He moves my panties on the side, keeping his tongue in my mouth without leaving it for a second, he pulls me down on his cock making it slides inside me. Kirk's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he felt me starting to move on top of him, my tight walls clenching and unclenching around his throbbing length. He gripped my hips tighter, fingers sinking into my soft skin as he guided my movements, helping me find a rhythm.

"Oh god, Y/N… you feel so fucking good" Kirk grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. He bucked his hips up to meet my slow, sensual movements, driving himself deeper into my welcoming heat with each downward roll.

Kirk's hands slid up my sides, cupping and squeezing my breasts as I bounced at every thrust. He leaned forward, taking one hardened nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. Kirk sucked and nibbled at the tender flesh, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.

His other hand tangled in my hair, tugging gently as he pulled me in for a searing kiss. Kirk's tongue delved into my mouth, tangling with mine in a dance of passion and desperation. He swallowed my moans and whimpers, the obscene sound of our bodies meeting filling the room.

His eyes darkened with lust as he broke the kiss, his chest heaving with labored breaths. He gazed up at me with a hungry, almost feral expression.

"Sit on my face” Kirk growled, his voice low with desire. He urged me up and off his throbbing member, guiding me to straddle his head. Kirk's hands slid up my thighs, gripping my ass as he positioned my dripping core directly over his mouth.

Without hesitation, Kirk leaned in and ran his tongue along my slick folds, tasting my essence and moaning at the exquisite flavor. He gripped my hips tighter, burying his face between my thighs as he began to devour me with fervent licks and sucks.

Kirk's tongue delved deep into my heat, exploring every inch of my velvety walls as he flicked and circled my sensitive clit. He alternated between long, slow licks and rapid, targeted flicks, determined to bring me to the brink of ecstasy.

I moan biting my lower lip feeling him eat me faster and faster. I lay down starting to play with his aching lenght making him groan on my pussy.

The dual sensations of my touch and his relentless oral assault sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body, fueling his hunger for me.

He redoubled his efforts, tongue delving deeper as he sucked and slurped at my soaked folds. Kirk's fingers pumped faster, plunging in and out of my clenching passage with wild abandon. He could feel my excitement growing more and more with each passing second, feeling my wetness flooding his mouth and dripping down his chin.

Kirk's hips bucked up into my touch, seeking more of my maddening caress. He swirled his tongue around my clit, flicking and teasing the sensitive bud as he brought his free hand up to join the one already buried inside me. He pressed his thumb against my rear entrance, applying firm, circular pressure and sending bolts of forbidden pleasure radiating through my core.

Kirk's own pleasure mounted as he felt my strokes grow faster, more urgent. The combined stimulation of my hand on his cock and his own relentless ministrations pushed them both closer to the edge of ecstasy with each passing second.

I could feel my release reaching and pulsating in my abdomen before reaching for my walls contracting them around his tongue, moaning louder at the sensation, I keep moving my hand faster on his cock almost tired and ready to cum. I move closer to it with my mouth licking his pink tip before sucking all of it making sloppy sounds echoing in the room while I keep feeling Kirk’s hot breath on my wet gummy walls. With a loud and relaxed moan Kirk released all of his warm seed inside my mouth; I swallow it all before standing up, legs shaking and hot, sweaty skin against his once I lay down again next to him. He keeps his eyes closed of a few seconds before hearing the downstair door opening “We home fuckers” Lars shouts “Ya better be dressed” James adds. I look at Kirk chuckling “They left on purpose ‘cause I-“ he trys to explain but I stop him kissing his juicy big lips “I know Kirk, me too”.

-mel

“life is worth living”

i got those fucking snake pit tickets.

𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 🥀

Can you write this imagine where reader is Duff's girlfriend and it's her birthday and Duff asks what she wants for her birthday and she says that she wants a threesome with him and Tommy Lee, (her best friend), and Duff says he'd be happy to grant her wish. ;)

Please make it extra long and smutty if possible🤍🤍

hiii, thank u for the request!! i spent the night on this so i hope you can like it! (added some more details too) xx

The Best Gift

warnings: smut, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex.

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝

Being friend with Tommy Lee never been the best since his band always had a lot of arguments, fights and misunderstanding with my boyfriend’s; in four years of dating Duff and six of knowing Tommy, I never been able to make a real birthday party with both bands in one room. Tomorrow will be that day again hoping to make something more organized this time including everyone after a long a tough year of their touring. Fortunately Tommy always been present despite he knew about their “bands things”. He just finished his tour and he called me almost everyday to ask how I was, how things with Duff have been doing.

“Yeah Tommy all good as always. He is finishing some dates here in California then he’ll be back home”

“So he will be back for your birthday too?”

“Yes he will, he promised me, last year couldn’t make it…”

“Yeah, asshole...”

“Tommy! If only wasn’t that difficult to have you two together for just a night...”

“That’s not my fault Y/N! if only he wasn’t that jealous, I could stay with you as much as you want… do you remember what happened at that party right?”

“Yeah yeah I remember…”

“He is so fucking lucky, that sometimes I think that he can’t even imagine how much”

“He is a good guy Tommy, as you”

“What he is gonna give you for the big day?”

“I don’t know, I don’t care about expensive gifts and stuff… but I was thinking about something knew, that doesn’t have a price…”

“What’s that?”

“You’ll find out Tommy”

Since that last conversation with Tommy a few days ago I kept thinking about the idea of including both my boyfriend and best friend in a threesome for my first birthday with both of them together and not knowing how I could ask Duff about it and how Tommy would react to such a request, but he never been the type of guy to complain about stuff like this. I missed them both since they’ve been far from the city. I wanted to fix the tension between them both, one way or another…

I hear Duff’s door house opening, I stayed here while he was finishing a few concerts before the break. His tall blonde figure enters the room, probably with all black leather clothes on, his usual messy hair, a cigarette between his lips and his brown round sunglasses. “Babe you here?” i sight nervously still overthinking about my birthday gift, while hearing his voice calling me from the living room. I stand up from the tall chair in his kitchen heading to the other room to join him. I walk towards Duff who was there waiting for me, after immediately seeing my figure his usual cocky smile appears on his lips grabbing me and lifting me up in a warm hug “Here is my girl” his soft and warm voice makes me smile thinking that finally he was home “How have you been?” I ask him still in his arms “Not bad, not bad, just a few fights with Axl, as always but we finished the dates for now, that what matters” he says putting me back on the floor “And you? did you organize everything for tomorrow?” my cheeks start to warm up at his question “Yeah… uhm… about my birthday I gotta ask you something, uhm..” He removes his glasses blowing the smoke of his cigarette “Yeah sure what’s that?” His eyes focus on me waiting for me to say something “Uhm.. I was wondering if… I could use your house to invite some friends” damn it, of course this wasn’t the question, also cause he told me like thousand times to use his house. He laughs softly “Yes babe, I already told you to do so” I nod quickly laughing nervously “Well babe if you don’t have anything else to ask me I gotta go take a shower, the trip hammered me” he kisses me before heading on upstairs.

After hearing the water of the shower stops I head towards our bedroom to take some rest and thinking… maybe that was just a bad idea, maybe I should keep this fantasy to myself… I step into room, hands in my hair totally on another planet with my thoughts, suddenly feeling Duff’s arms tying around my waist pulling my back against his still wet chest, starting to kiss my neck I can’t help to close my eyes at that feeling that I’ve missed so much “I missed you baby… I was waiting to feel your skin like this again” I smile at his words turning around to press a wet kiss on his lips while his hands reach for my waist and then falling down on my ass grabbing it roughly. He keeps kissing me, I could feel how hungry he was to from his heavy gasps and his visible erection through the towel around his waist. He lays me down on our bed behind me, pressing my wrists on the mattress on the sides of my head, his lips now on my neck kissing and sucking my soft skin, but again that request pops up in my mind “Duff?” I softly ask “Uhm?” He says against my neck “I want to do something new with you…” he smiles “Oh yeah?” His cocky tone sends me shivers down my spine “Yeah…” I answer him but he doesn’t seem to care since he starts to go even lower with his sloppy kisses "Is it something naughty? Something you think I won't like?" He chuckles darkly, rolling my nipple between his fingers. "Try me, baby. I'm in a good mood now that I'm back with my girl." Couldn’t be that difficult to ask come on “Duff… I wanna have a threesome for my birthday” he stops, looking up at me “You what? With who?” His tone is confused, I think he never excepted me to ask him such a question “Tommy…” his eyes now wide open. “"What the fuck, Y/N? Tommy fucking Lee? Your best friend? Are you out of your goddamn mind?" He growls, his voice rising in volume. "I'm not sharing you with that fucking dick, especially not for your birthday!"

"Babe babe. listen to me" I cup his face with my hands "He is my best friend I know and I know that you basically hate him and his band too, but that doesn't mean anything, it would be something new just to have fun for both of us, and I want you and him to share a time together that ain't just to hit on each other and other shits like that... it's just a dirty fantasy and you told me to tell you everything about what pops up in my mind thinking about sex..." He stares at me intensely, his jaw clenching as he processes my words. His body tenses with a mix of anger and reluctant arousal. He knows he told me to tell him everything, but this... this is pushing it.

"Y/N, I fucking love you, you know that. And I trust you, but this... sharing you with fucking Tommy Lee? It goes against every instinct I have… also knowing that he will be here tomorrow with his fucking friends…“ He says through gritted teeth. "But... if it's something you really want, and you think it would bring us pleasure, then... fuck. I guess I can't say no to you."

He leans in close, his breath hot against my face as he stares into my eyes. "But let's get one thing straight: this is a one time thing. And don't think for a second that I won't be watching every fucking second what he will do to you. He's not going to try anything funny, you hear me?" I nod, smiling at him.

The night after came, I was so exited, Duff picked the dress for me, he wanted something that could scream that I’m his girlfriend, a total black leather short dress with high heels. I enter the bathroom where he was getting ready, positioning in front of the mirror “How do I look?”. He steps back and looks at me up and down, his eyes roaming every curve of my body in my sinfully short leather dress. He can see the way it hugs my tits, my waist, my hips... even the way it rides up my thighs. The high heels complete the look.

"Fuck, Y/N... you look like a goddamn wet dream" he says, his voice rough with desire. He walks around me, taking in the sight from every angle. "That dress is doing exactly what I wanted it to; showing everyone that you're my fucking irresistible girl."

He steps close behind me, grabbing my hips and pulling me back against him. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my ass through his tight leather pants. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. "I don't know if I want to take you right here before the party even starts, or let you tease all those other fuckers out there before I claim you in front of everyone as mine. What do you think, baby?" I laughs at his comments making my cheeks burn.

He spins me around to face him, his hands cupping my face as he stares intensely into my eyes. "You look perfect. Fuck, I love you so much. Happy birthday, Y/N. Tonight, I'm going to give you everything you want..." He captures my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me as his.

“But… don’t forget what you promised me” I say Duff pulled back from the kiss, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he remembered his promise. He gives my ass a firm squeeze, his eyes gleaming with mischief and a hint of unease.

"Oh, don't worry, baby." he said, his voice a low rumble. "I'm going to make your birthday wish come true, even if that means letting that idiot join us for a night. But don't think that I'll be letting him forget who you belong to." I roll my eyes grabbing his hand and puling him outside the bedroom “Don’t be a dick with him babe come on, we’ll have fun I promise you…. And please. Tell Axl to fight Nikki while we won’t be there”

We both head downstairs to join the other people, and Duff’s band that was already there, everybody hugs me wishing me happy birthday and then there they are Tommy, Nikki, Vince and Mick "Y/N! here she is guys!” Tommy shouts coming to hug me under Duff and his bandmates' sights. Duff's eyes narrowed as he watched Tommy approach. He could feel the jealous rage bubbling up inside him, but he tamped it down, remembering his promise. For me, he would try to play nice. For now.

Tommy pulled me into a tight hug, his hands tying around me, perhaps a bit too long on my leather-clad curves for Duff's liking. "Happy birthday, gorgeous" Tommy said, flashing that cocky grin that Duff wanted to wipe off his fucking face.

"Easy there, Tommy" Duff growled under his breath, stepping closer to me and draping a possessive arm around my waist.

Nikki, Vince, and Mick hung back, exchanging amused glances. They knew the tension between Duff and Tommy was always palpable, but tonight it was thicker than ever. Still, they were here to celebrate my birthday, not watch Duff and Tommy come to blows again.

"Alright, let's get this party started!" Vince shouted, holding up a bottle of champagne. "First thing, happy birthday, Y/N! Let's get you drunk and have some fucking fun!"

Duff tightened his grip around my waist, his eyes never leaving Tommy's. The night was young, and the threesome was still to come, but one thing was for sure Duff would be watching Tommy like a hawk to make sure he didn't cross any lines. This was my birthday wish, but Duff was determined to make damn sure Tommy knew that I was still his girl, no matter what.

A few drinks later I finally find myself alone on the couch between Tommy and Duff. Tommy laughing loudly with other people around while Duff was doing the same with Slash on his left. “Tommy?” I call him but he couldn’t hear me “Tommy?!” He turns “Oh, yes?” He asks smiling with a bottle of jack in his hand “Would you like to do something fun with me tonight?” my teasing tone makes him smile “Anything for my best friend” I wink at him standing up and giving both my hands to the two men in font of me, Tommy reaches for one without thinking twice instead of Duff that with a scoff does the same. I pull them both upstairs to the bedroom closing the door behind us. “So what do we have to do now?” Tommy asks still drinking from his bottle, I move closer to my boyfriend starting to kissing him. His lips crashed against mine in a hungry, demanding kiss, one hand fisting in my hair while the other gripped my ass possessively. He could taste the alcohol on my tongue, feel the way my body melted against his. But he knew Tommy was watching, waiting, with a surprised and amused expression on his face. So he pulled back, breaking the kiss, and turned his head to level a challenging glare at the other man.

"Don't forget, you're here because of her. You got that?" Duff snarled. Tommy just smirked, taking another swig of his Jack Daniel's. "Don't worry man, I know my place." Despite his words, there was a glint of mischief in his eyes, a hint of the troublemaker Duff knew him to be.

I look at Tommy that throws his bottle on the floor pulling me and kissing me without think twice. His hands grabbing my hips. His kisses are so different, more rough, wet, raw, fast.

Duff keeps looking at us, for a moment, he was frozen, his mind reeling. This was happening so fast, and it went against every instinct screaming at him to throw Tommy off of me and claim me as his own.

But he had made a promise, and he was determined to keep it. No matter how much it killed him inside, he would let this play out. After what felt like an eternity, Tommy pulled back from the kiss. He turned to look at Duff, a smug, self satisfied grin on his fucking face. "Happy birthday, Y/N" Tommy said, his voice a low, mocking drawl. "You taste so good”. I pull Duff closer to me again while kissing him one more time, while my right hand shifts down Tommy’s pants starting to unbutton them, finally touching his erection.

Duff's eyes widened as he sees my hand slipping down Tommy's pants, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp. At the same time, he couldn't believe how fucking hot it actually was to watch me take control, to see how turned I was thanks to the situation. His cock throbbed almost painfully against the confines of his leather pants as he watched me exploring Tommy's body with a newfound confidence and lust.

Duff could see the way Tommy's eyes darkened with lust as my hand worked in his pants, his hips canting forward slightly into my touch. He knew the feeling all too well, that desperate need to be touched, to be wanted, to be consumed by my passion. It was a heady thing, and Duff felt a thrill of dark satisfaction knowing that he had brought me to this point.

Despite the jealousy still simmering in his veins, Duff couldn't deny the sheer eroticism of the moment. Watching me come alive with lust, seeing the hunger in my eyes as I took what I wanted, was the most arousing thing he had ever witnessed. And he knew, without a doubt, that this was only the beginning.

I bend on my knees unbuttoning duff's pants too, grabbing his already hard cock, playing with it for a few seconds before focusing on Tommy's starting to suck his slowly keeping a hand on it to helping with my mouth's movements, while keep satisfying my boyfriend's with my other hand.

Duff let out a low, guttural groan as he felt my soft hand wrap around his aching cock. The sensation of my fingers stroking his thick shaft, exploring every rigid inch of him, sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through his body. He couldn't believe that he was actually enjoying it, watching me with him and another man at the same time.

The sight of me kneeling before them, my leather dress riding up to reveal more of my toned thighs, my hair tumbling around my face as I focused on pleasuring them both, was almost too much for Duff to handle. He watched, enraptured, as my head bobbed over Tommy's cock, my plump lips stretching around the thick girth of him as I took him deeper into my mouth.

At the same time, Duff could feel my hand working his shaft with skillful strokes, squeezing and caressing him in all the right ways. The dual sensations of my mouth on Tommy and my hand on him pushed Duff to new heights of arousal, his cock throbbing and leaking precum with each pass of my fingers.

Duff's breath came in harsh pants as he watched me, his eyes glued to the erotic sight of me sucking off his rival. He could see the way Tommy's head fell back in ecstasy, the way his hips rocked forward slightly, seeking more of my hot, wet mouth. It was a fucking turn on beyond belief, and Duff could feel his balls tightening, his orgasm already building in the base of his spine. "Fuck, babe” Duff growled, his voice ragged with lust. He tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding my head as I sucked Tommy, encouraging me to take him deeper. The feeling of my throat constricting around his rival's cock was incredible, the sounds the wetness was driving him crazy, and Duff couldn't wait to feel that tight heat around his own aching member.

"Birthday girl sure knows how to give a fucking incredible blowjob" Tommy groaned, now his hand fisting in my hair as he guided my movements.

"That's it, sexy” Duff growled, his voice strained with pleasure turning my head now towards his cock. "Take it all like a good girl. Show Tommy what that dirty mouth always does to me.”

Duff's hips rocked forward, fucking his cock into my mouth while Tommy keeps what I left with his hand watching us. Both of them could feel the pressure building, the heat coiling tighter and tighter in their groin as they hurtled towards his release.

Tommy let out a low moan "Fuck, your mouth felt incredible" he grunted, moving his hand faster “can't wait to feel your hot cunt wrapped around me, squeezing the cum out of my balls." Duff felt a surge of jealousy at Tommy's words, but it was quickly overtaken by the overwhelming need to claim me harder in front of him. Duff suddenly moves away pulling me up gripping my hips before pushing me on the bed leaving my ass facing him.

The leather of my dress rode up, exposing the soft skin of my thighs and the lacy edge of my panties. Duff licked his lips at the sight, his cock throbbing with anticipation.

At the same time, Tommy positioned himself in front of my face, his rigid shaft bobbing inches from my mouth. "Open wide, birthday girl" he said with a smirk, one hand fisting in my hair as he guided my head forward. I look up at Tommy, my eyes glazed with lust and desire. Without hesitation, I open my mouth and took him in, my tongue swirling around the swollen head of his cock before I sank down, taking him deeper into my hot, wet mouth.

Unable to resist any longer, Duff hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and yanked them down my thighs. The flimsy fabric tore away easily, baring my bare ass and glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. Duff groaned at the sight, hardly smacking my ass watching the supple flesh jiggle, I let escape a moan around Tommy’s cock while feeling my boyfriend’s fingers finding my dripping slit, stroking and teasing my swollen folds, he grabs my hips in a bruising grip and thrust forward, burying his thick, throbbing cock deep into my dripping pussy in one powerful stroke.

“Fuck!” Duff growls, his eyes rolling back in bliss, while my velvety walls clenched tight around his dick. So fucking wet, so ready for him, that he slid in easily despite his considerable size.

I let out a muffled scream around Tommy's cock, the sensation of Duff's thick length stretching and filling me so suddenly overwhelming. I could feel every ridge, every throbbing vein as he hilted inside me, his heavy balls slapping against my clit while he keeps thrusting harder and faster.

Tommy groaned, his grip tightening in my hair as he fucked my throat in time with Duff's thrusts. "Shit, the way her throat is squeezing my cock... it's incredible" he grunted, his hips snapping forward roughly.

Duff could only let out a feral growl in response. He was lost in the feeling of my hot, slick pussy gripping his shaft like a vice. The wet squelch of my juices filled the room, mingling with the raw slap of skin against skin and the pornographic sounds of Tommy fucking my mouth.

Duff could feel the pressure building to a fever pitch, his balls drawing up tight. The feeling of my tight, wet heat gripping his shaft, the way my body yielded to his every thrust, pushed him closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

At the same time, Tommy let out a guttural moan, his grip on my hair tightening. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum" he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. "Gonna fucking explode down your throat"

I could only moan in response, the vibrations of my throat around Tommy's cock sending him over the edge. With a loud, moan, Tommy hilted inside my mouth, his thick shaft pulsing as he shot ropes of hot, sticky cum directly down my gullet.

The sensation of Tommy's release, combined with Duff's relentless pounding, sent me careening towards my own climax. My body tensed, back arching as a powerful orgasm ripped through me. "Yes, fuck, yes!" Duff roared, feeling my pussy clench and spasm around him as I came hard on his cock.

With a loud, feral growl, Duff slammed into me one last time and held himself there as his cock jerked and throbbed, spilling wave after wave of hot, thick cum deep inside my fluttering cunt.

"Fuck, take it all, baby…” Duff commanded, his voice raw, breathless and wrecked with pleasure.

Duff's hips jerked and spasmed as he emptied his balls inside me.

Tommy slumped back, spent and satisfied, as I worked to swallow every drop of his load. Duff collapsed on top of me, his softening cock still nestled deep inside my cum filled pussy, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

“That was fucking incredible” Tommy sharp, breathless voice echoes in the room before reaching again for his bottle on the floor, while Duff laughs softly, kissing my neck, smirking on my skin “I told you that wasn’t that bad, uh?” I say to him making him roll his eyes and scoffing, he knew I was was right.

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝

-mel

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠❥

welcome!!

intro ˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷

hi everyone, i’m melissa aka mel/meli!!i’m 19, from italy, i have a lot of passions such as ice skating and rhythmic gymnastic, but the biggest one is music!!;

i play the guitar but mostly the bass since i was 12, when i started to listen to rock and metal genres, falling in love with the 60s, 70s, 80s and 90s, hoping everyday for a time machine that could bring me back to expirence those times…

but as every “rock n roll girls” i can’t help to imagine a life with my idols of that time, that’s why i decided to write about my favorite, talented and awesome men of all times, those who also gave me the passion of such incredible instruments, changing my life, helping me through tough times too!!

metallica girl!!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭★

!!(mostly write about james hetfield)!!

requests also for: kirk hammett, nikki sixx, tommy lee, duff mckagan, slash, axl rose, dave mustaine, tom keifer (smut and fluff) xx

James Hetfield:

“Burning Desire”

“His Playboy Bunny”

“Fill The Void”

“Go Go Dancer” part 1

“Go Go Dancer” part 2

“Bad Behavior”

“Love me Harder”

Requests:

“The Best Gift” - Duff Mckagan + Tommy Lee

“Comics & Chill” - Kirk Hammett

“Long Distance Lust” - Duff Mckagan

“Wanna Forget” - Tom Keifer

currently answering…

For which rockers do you write Smut fics beside of James Hetfield?

hello there,

i can also write for: kirk hammett, duff mckagan, slash, prob axl too.

dave mustaine, nikki sixx, tommy lee, tom keifer, peter steele.

these are the main ones that i could write smt about since they drive me the most crazy!!

xx

Bad Behavior

Description: 1989, you insist to join James at a “work meeting” where he has to discuss something about the tour, but his behavior will make the night take a bad turn.

warnings: angst, blood, curses, smut, unprotected sex, fingering.

"It's a fucking work thing Y/N!"

James shouts from our hotel room's bedroom. I slam open the bathroom door, angry as always with these kind of conversations with him.

“A party, A work thing, really James? You think I'm that stupid? A party with your fucking band and it's a work thing?"

I scoff and walk towards him, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“There will be a new agent with some people of the crew, we gotta discuss about the tour, and then the others wanted to go to this fucking club! It's not a fucking party I already told ya'!"

His deep voice raises, his neck veins pump up, making him appear even sexier.

“Lemme come with you, then.” He laughs. "Why are you laughing, James?"

He doesn't answer, but he keeps that damn cocky smile printed on his face. "God James, you act like a fucking child, I swear…” he raises an eyebrow at my words, sighting heavily.

"No, Y/N”, he simply says, I could hear the anger in his voice, he always hated the idea of me going to a club.

“Why not? You don't want your bandmates to see you with a girl that’s not a groupie or what?"

"Fuck Y/N, no! Cut that shit, I told you that they know about us.”

His hands reach his hair in frustration. “Yeah, sure” i say in a sarcastic tone, James stands up abruptly, his tall frame looming over mine as he towers above me. His blue eyes narrow, glinting with a mix of frustration and anger as he stares down at me. He runs a hand through his blonde hair, messing it up even more than it already was.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Y/N?" He growls, his deep voice rumbling through the hotel room. "I'm not hiding you from anyone, you fucking brat. I just don't want you to come to some damn club, not with all these fucking groupies and random assholes running around."

He steps closer to me, invading my personal space as his broad chest nearly brushes against mine. His jaw clenches, the light stubble on his face scratching softly against my skin.

"You have no idea what it's like out there, Y/N. People want shit from me all the time, and they don't fucking care who they have to go through to get it. I'm just trying to keep you safe, and you don't seem to get it.” James' hands reach out, gripping my upper arms tightly as he shakes me slightly. "I'm not letting you come to that damn club, end of the fucking story. Stop being so goddamn stubborn about this, would ya?" He moves back.

“I’m not a fucking child James! You don't talk to me like that, and you don't tell me what to do! I'm your girlfriend... yeah, maybe you don't even know what that means, right?" My sarcastic tone makes him turn to look at me again, he runs a hand over his face, sighing heavily as he tries to reign in his temper.

When he speaks again, his voice is lower, but no less intense.

"Don't fucking start with that girlfriend shit, Y/N. You know goddamn well that I'm just trying to look out for you."

He turns away from me, his broad shoulders slumping slightly as he stares out the window of their hotel room. The lights of the city below flicker and dance in his hooded eyes. “It’s not easy to stay with me, I’m just trying to keep ya safe… these kinds of parties, or whatever you wanna call them… they’re not the best places, not the best people.” He stops hopping for me to change my mind.

"I wanna see... I'll come with you, that's it.” And with that I run back to the bathroom to get ready, I couldn't care less about what he said, he never really introduced me to this music world, he almost never described it to me, so now I wanna see it all myself.

Once arrived at the club, James guides me among the crowd…

People pushing against each other trying to get a picture, fights in the corner of the dance floor, whores all over the place, and mostly... drugs.

“Stay next to me, all right?"

James voice reaches my ear, right before reaching his band and all the people they needed to meet tonight.

As we approach the VIP area where the Metallica crew and the new agents are waiting, the chaos of the club fades slightly. James keeps a firm grip on my hand, pulling me close to his side as he navigates through the crowded room.

Kirk, Lars, Jason and the others look up as they approach, eyeing me with a mix of curiosity and approval. James leads me to the plush leather couch, seating me next to him as he greets the agents and his bandmates.

Lars grins at James, nodding towards me.

"About time you brought her around, James. I was starting to think she was just a myth." He extends a hand to me. "Lars, nice to finally meet you properly. James here's been keeping you all to himself."

I shake his hand and then doing the same with the others. The night goes on quite well, but it all started to fade when one of the crew mates takes a little plastic bag from his pocket, taking some white powder from it and sniffing some of it.

“You want some guys?” He asks Lars and Kirk, who nod immediately and then asks Jason, that after a few seconds nodded too, and finally James, who looks at me murmuring a “damn it”.

I look at him waiting for what he obviously wanted to do.

“No man, I’m good.” James says making his band laugh.

“Come on man, just a little one” Lars says, his voice echoing in my ears. James would never do something like that, he promised me that his only problem was the alcohol “Not even your usual two lines?”, says another man.

WHAT?

“James, what the fuck?!” I snap seeing that he grabs the rolled dollar bill.

“Jesus Christ Y/N…” his sarcastic little laugh makes me go even crazier.

“You fucking liar… you lied to me!” I yell at him.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do, Y/N, uh? Tell you all the shit that I do on tour?! We are a fucking band! That’s what we do when we don’t play and we are tired! So keep it in mind, baby”

How cruel, how stupid, how arrogant… I’m always been there to support him, I came to this fucking tour with him, he kept me locked up in our rooms, on the bus every night, promising things he actually never did, and now he treats me like shit in front of his friends and crew. My eyes started to burn, tears filling my eyes. He goes to snort the substance with his nostril before I blow all the powder away.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He yells, I stand up walking away as fast as possible “Y/N come here come on!” His voice echoes behind me.

I move in among the crowd, the worst club I ever seen, before reaching the bar.

“A martini”, my soft voice breaks into the heavy music playing, making all the people at the bar laughing; yes of course… “Yeah just give me a beer then…” I say sitting on the tall chair.

I was so sad, so angry, I met James when we were teenagers, he’s always been an introvert sweet boy, but since his band became more powerful, important and loved, he changed drastically . I’m proud of his success but it scared me too, seeing him always drunk, and now knowing that all the time he came back from a night out he was probably high on some drugs too, makes me go crazy. I sat at the bar for what it seemed like hours, drinking, but fortunately I didn’t feel that bad, but James didn’t came, and that was what hurt me the most…

I stand up from the chair heading towards the exit, immediately the cold air hits my skin, I need a taxi. I look around but all I could see were people throwing up on the street, people making out, some prostitutes, men smoking and drinking.

“Hey, are you alone?” A man asked from behind me, tall almost as James, long dirty brown hair, sweat falling down his forehead, a few golden teeth appearing on his amused smile, dilated pupils, and clothes that seem he’s been wearing for a week. I ignore his question stepping away, but he doesn’t seem to care since he follows me.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart… are you alone?” His eyes studying me.

“No, I’m waiting for someone, actually.” My tone is cold, firm, hoping he will leave me alone, but of course that wasn’t his goal.

“I saw you at the bar earlier… you’ve been waiting for a long time by now.” He moves closer, a hint of darkness in his voice.

“I said that I’m waiting for someone, so you can go now, thank you.” I start to feel more irritated by his presence, he laughs softly, his teeth light up in the dark of the night.

“You know I have a few friends down there that may like your company too.” He keeps moving closer, his fingertips rubbing my arm. “This street is full of women, you can look for one of them, I don’t work here… and stop touching me for fuck sake!”

I tried to act a strong as possible with such an asshole, I can’t deny that I was more scared than ever, and I could see from his eyes that he liked it, a lot.

“Maybe I can keep you all for myself then… let me take you home with me.” I start to tremble at his words.

“I said no!” I find the force to say it looking at his eyes.

“I say yes… I bet you love when men treat you like this, am I right?” He suddenly grabs my arm pulling me closer to him, I try to pull away from his grip but the fear in my flesh was overtaking me.

“Leave me alone!” My nails bury in his skin trying to free my body from him.

“Stupid slut” he murmurs pulling me. In that exact moment I hear the club door behind us suddenly open with such a strength that echoes in the air. I look at the man one more time before seeing a punch hitting his face with such a speed that makes his grip free my skin, I was so confused everything was happening in a few seconds, I close my eyes putting on focus the scene that was happening in front of me. James came, he punched repeatedly the man in his face that started to bleed covering all his face. I see the band coming out of the door too, Jason runs towards James trying to pull him away from the man that was now almost lying on the ground.

“James stop!” I shout in panic.

“Man stop! You are gonna kill him!” Jason adds finally pulling James away, his right hand covered in dark deep purple, his knuckles bleeding, there was anger in his eyes, so much anger that I never seen before. He looks at me, his eyes dark and deep, mine full of tears and fear, he quickly steps closer cupping my face in his big hands.

“Are you okay?! Did he touch you?! Did he hurt you, Y/N?!” he searches for any marks or any bruises, anything that could answer his questions, I was so scared that I couldn’t even find the words.

“Answer me Y/N!” He was so worried and angry “I’ll fucking kill him if he did so, Y/N, I swear, I’m still in time!”

My eyes wide open at his words “James calm down, he only pulled me like you saw, I’m not hurt I swear, I just got scared.”

My words rapidly leave my mouth, scared that something else could happen. He pulls my face closer kissing me roughly and desperately.

“That’s all my fault, I’m sorry” he says among the kisses.

“It’s okay James, it’s okay-“ he cuts me off.

“It’s not, Y/N, don’t even say that. He could have do something to you, more then just pulling you, and that was my fault and of those fucking drugs I didn’t tell you about.” I stay quiet at his words.

“Hey man, we gotta go now, the manager called the cops for this asshole” Kirk interrupts. James nods grabbing my hand guiding me towards the car.

The ride back at the hotel is silent, none of us dared to say something, only Lars saying some stupid shit to break the tension, who received a dirty look from the only one who was actually listening to him. James keeps his sight out of the window, his hand still bleeding.

As soon as we arrived at the hotel room James heads towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him, I could hear the shower sound echoing in the bathroom, while I sit on the edge of the bed still dressed up. I sight, before starting to undress.

I go and open the bathroom door to find his muscular figure washing his head nervously under the hot water. I look at him for a few seconds before opening the glass door and joining him. He was so angry, so nervous, some blood dripped down his body while his head was still under the water. He probably noticed me but didn’t want to make it obvious. I move closer from behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and lying my head on his hot wet define back.

James's body tenses slightly as he feels my arms around him. He takes a shuddering breath, trying to reign in his anger and frustration.

Slowly, he turns around to face me, his hooded blue eyes searching mine with a mix of concern and guilt.

"Fuck, Y/N... I'm so fuckin’ sorry about what happened." His large hands come up to cup my face, thumbs brushing away the lingering tears from my cheeks. "I should have never let you go out there alone. I knew better than to think you'd be safe in that shithole."

He pulls me closer, his wet body pressing against mine as the shower rains down on us. His grip on my face tightens slightly, his jaw clenched with emotion.

"I swear to fucking god, if that bastard had hurt you... if he'd touch you in any way..." He trails off, unable to even finish the thought, his anger spiking once again.

James leans down, resting his forehead against mine as he seeks to calm himself.

One of his hands slides down to the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my wet hair as he holds me close. The other hand slides down to the small of her back, pulling me even tighter against him. "I can't lose you, Y/N. I can't fucking lose you because of my stupid mistakes. I promise you... I'll never put you in danger like that again."

"It's okay, it's all gone now, I'm okay and you are okay.” I kiss him while his hands grabs my waist pulling me closer to his naked body.

James kisses me back with a fierce intensity, pouring all his pent-up emotion and relief into the passionate embrace. His hands roam my curves, gripping my hips tightly as he pulls me flush against his muscular, dripping wet body.

He breaks the kiss briefly, his ragged breath hot against my lips as he speaks.

"It's not okay, Y/N. It'll never be okay if you're ever in danger because of me." His voice is low and rough with emotion. "But fuck, I'm just so goddamn glad you're safe. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you."

His lips find mine again in a bruising kiss, one hand sliding up my back to tangle in my hair, gripping it tightly as he holds me in place. The other hand slides down to cup my ass, squeezing the supple flesh as he grinds his hips against mine.

James's kiss turns more demanding, more urgent as he seeks to lose himself in my warmth and softness. He needs to feel me, to confirm with every touch and caress that I’m really okay.

James swallows my gasps with another searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim my mouth with a desperate hunger. His hands roam my curves greedily, mapping out the dips and swells of my body as if committing them to memory.

He walks them backwards until my back hits the cool tile wall of the shower. His hips press against mine, pinning me in place as he grinds his growing arousal against my center. James's mouth trails kisses along my jaw and down the column of my throat, pausing to suck and nip at the sensitive skin. He's driven by a primal need to mark me, to stake his claim and erase any lingering fear or thoughts of that bastard who dared to touch me.

One hand slides up to cup my breast, thumb and forefinger plucking at the hardened peak as he kneads the soft mound. The other hand slides between my thighs, fingers brushing teasingly over my pussy.

"Tell me you're mine, Y/N," James growls against my throat, his voice rough with desire and possession. "Tell me no one else can ever fucking touch you like this. Only me." I smile at his words making me feel loved and safe.

“I’m all yours James.” I say softly closing my eyes at his touch. James's eyes darken with lust at my soft, a low groan rumbling in his chest. His fingers dip between my thighs, stroking through my slick folds and finding it already wet and ready for him.

"Fuck, Y/N..." he growls, his voice thick with desire. "You're so fucking perfect. So goddamn beautiful, and all mine."

He captures my lips in another searing kiss as he lifts me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist. His hard, thick length prods against my entrance, the head catching on my opening with each grind of his hips.

James breaks the kiss to look into my eyes, his own blazing with intense emotion and need. "I love you, Y/N. I fucking love you so much it hurts."

With one powerful thrust, he sheaths himself inside me, filling and stretching me completely. He stills for a moment, his forehead resting against mine as he savors the feeling of being one with me once more. I moan loudly closing my eyes, feeling his suddenly thrust pushing into my core.

James groans deeply as he feels my tight, wet heat enveloping him. He starts to move, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in, setting a hard, fast pace that echoes loudly in the tiled shower.

One hand grips my hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he holds me in place for his deep, powerful thrusts. The other hand slides up my body to palm my breast, rolling and kneading the supple mound as his thumb and forefinger pluck at the stiff peak.

He buries his face against my neck, hot breath fanning over my skin as he pants and growls with each thrust. His hips snap against mine, the force of his movements pushing me up the wall slightly.

James's control starts to slip, his movements becoming more erratic and desperate. He's chasing his release, driven by the primal need to claim and possess me. His heart pounds in his chest, sweat dripping down his muscles as he takes me with a wild abandon.

"I fucking need you, Y/N" he rasps, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his climax. "Come with me, baby. I want to feel you come around my cock. Let go for me, baby”.

His hand leaves my breast to slide between our joined bodies, his fingers finding my sensitive clit. He rubs the swollen nub in tight, hard circles, determined to push me over the edge. James's hips piston faster, the head of his cock kissing my cervix with each deep, driving thrust. The wet, obscene sound of our skins slapping against each other fills the shower, mingling with our harsh pants and moans.

"Fuck, Y/N, you feel so fucking good" he grits out, his jaw clenched tight.

His fingers rub faster over my clit, pressing down harder as he feels my start to tighten around him. James buries his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin as he hilts inside me one last time.

"Now, Y/N. Fucking come now," he demands, his deep voice rumbling through my body as his own release crashes over him. His cock throbs and pulses inside me as he spills his hot seed deep in my core, painting my walls white.

"Fuck yes, just like that baby" James praises, his voice low and rough as he feels my walls clench and quiver around him.

He keeps rubbing my clit, working me through my intense orgasm as he grinds his hips against mine, stirring his release inside me. James kisses along my neck and jaw, his hands roaming my curves reverently.

Finally, he stills, his softening length still nestled deep inside me as he holds me close. James rests his forehead against mine.

He cups my face in his hands again, thumbs brushing over my cheeks tenderly as he gazes into my eyes.

"I meant what I said, Y/N. I fucking love you. More than anything in this world..."

I smile at his words, completely breathless, his eyes deep still dark but full of love this time.

James leans in to capture my lips in a slow, deep kiss with the dance of our tongues and the gentle caress of his hands on my skin.

"Never forget that.”

-mel

this outfit gives vampire vibes and i live for it

Cool shots of the lion dude

so… i was sleeping when my best friend called me telling me that metallica will be back in italy on june 3. 2k26… now i can’t sleep anymore🤪

pray for me that my mom will buy me the tickets.

can’t wait!!!!!

he is so 🫦😍🫦😍🫦😍🫦😍

Wow he’s autistic (me too Kirk me too)

"ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴀʏ ɪꜱ ᴡᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ, ᴅᴜᴅᴇ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴊᴀɪʟ. ᴡᴇ ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴡᴇ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ." - The Dirt, 2019

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ a life full of regrets, still a life that's been lived. ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

fr

us ngl

Go Go Dancer - Part 2

part 1 here

warnings: smut, public sex, unprotected sex, fingering

The time passed quickly, James’ big arms stayed wrapped around my waist for the whole night, pulling me closer to him, feeling his warm chest against my back, his heavy breaths and low growls tickling my skin at every movements.

My eyes slowly open, the late day’s light against the walls of the hotel room, giving a cozy ambience. Messed up white bed sheets are covering my naked body, clothes all over the room, my purse half opened on the floor, signs on the wall caused by the headboard smashing on it the night before. I turn on my left side seeing James still asleep on his stomach, keeping an arm under his pillow resting his head on it, while half of his blond hair covers his face. The sheets covering his body’s lowest part, only leaving his back exposed to the sunrays highlighting his toned muscles.

I look at the clock next to the bed: 3pm. My shift starts earlier tonight and I need to be at my place to get ready. I slowly try to shift out of the bed to collect my clothes, suddenly feeling a warm big arm wrapping my waist pulling me back on the mattress.

“Where ya’ goin’?” James’ low and sleepy voice asks me, his eyes still closed.

“I have work tonight James”, I answer him while his grip tensed.

“No ya’ don’t”, he says with a cocky smile. I roll my eyes scoffing at his words.

“Yes I do James, I gotta go.” I try to move away from his arm but he pulls me again closer to him, while his eyes open.

“Stay with me tonight.” His hand moves to my face fixing some hair falling on my eyes.

“What for?” I ask him trying to ignore his intimate touch on my skin.

“I have a show… I want you with me.” I laugh at his words, he doesn’t respond at my reaction, he just stares at me for a few seconds instead. Then he gets up from the bed, revealing his fully naked tall and toned body, before disappearing in the bathroom for about ten minutes, leaving me alone on the bed waiting for him.

What does he really want from me? I mean, he just invited me to go to his concert with him… was this just a simple fuck? Maybe he wants me to be his “personal girl”? My overthinking was filling my head, making me go crazy… maybe he really likes me, and wants to really know me… or maybe not… he doesn’t even really know me at all, he was probably drunk last night, he didn’t really mean those words, and I didn’t blow his mind as he described…

My thoughts got interrupted by the bathroom door opening, revealing James figure coming back into the room, with his shiny body caused of the wetness on his skin, a towel around his waist and another one in his hands while drying his blonde mullet. I observe his movements, the heavy breaths he takes while he quickly rubs his hair removing the water from it, how he throws the white towel on the chair before reaching me, climbing on the bed. His lips move on my exposed bare legs, then he positions himself between them as he keeps kissing my skin, my collarbone, then my neck.

Finally they meet my lips with his “Ya’ slept well?”

He whispers on my mouth, my breath stuck in my throat earring his deep voice vibrating on my soft skin, giving him a “Mh mh” as a respond. James smirks at my meek response, his blue eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and desire as he looms over me on the bed. He leans in closer, his rough, stubble-covered jaw lightly grazing my soft cheek, his warm breath tickling my ear.

"Mhmm, ya' did, didn't ya?" He murmurs huskily, his large hand slowly trailing up my bare thigh, his calloused fingers leaving goosebumps in our wake.

"Ya' got me all worked up Y/N. Hope ya' know what that means, huh?"

His hand reaches up to tuck a damp strand of hair behind my ear, his fingertips lightly brushing against my neck, feeling my pulse quicken at his touch. James chuckles darkly, his voice a low, sensual rumble in his chest.

He captures my lips in a hungry, demanding kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth to claim me, to possess me, leaving me breathless and wanting more. His hands roam my curves greedily, squeezing and caressing, stoking the flames of my desire.

James inhales sharply through his nose as my fingers rake through his damp, tousled hair, my touch sending electric sparks across his sensitive scalp. A low, approving growl rumbles in his chest as I pull him flush against me, our bare skins melting together, the dampness from his shower seeping into the sheets.

His strong arms encircle my waist, crushing my soft curves against the hard planes of his chest and abdomen. His hips grind slowly against mine, the evidence of his erection pressing insistently against my thigh through the thin towel wrapped around his waist.

James' large, calloused hands begin to explore my body with a newfound hunger, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. He squeezes the supple flesh of my hips, my ass, my breasts, his fingertips digging into my soft skin possessively. He nips and sucks at the column of my throat, his stubble rasping against my delicate flesh, no doubt leaving marks of his desire. He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down the sharpe curve of my neck, his voice a low, seductive rasp against my ear.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful, it drives me crazy”, then pressing his forehead against mine. I meet his eyes looking at him through my long lashes. His pupils are dilated with desire, the deep cerulean irises swirling with a maelstrom of emotions - lust, possessiveness, adoration, and something more primal, something almost feral.

He reaches up, his rough, calloused fingers tenderly brushing a stray lock of hair from my face, tucking it gently behind my ear. His thumb traces the delicate curve of my cheekbone, the pad of his finger lightly grazing the sensitive skin just below my eye. He leans in closer, until our noses are nearly touching, his breath mingling with mine.

“Stay with me tonight...” he whispers, his warm breath tickling my skin while his his other hand slides down to the small of my back, pressing me even closer, eliminating any remaining space between our bodies. He rolls his hips into mine, the hard, insistent length of him pressing against my core, separated only by the thin, damp fabric of the towel.

“Say yes” he continues, his voice is low, an intimate rasp, a strong tone, meant only for my ears.

“But… I don’t even have my clothes here”, I protest, but of course he couldn’t care less about those words, he suddenly stands up again quickly checking the clock before speaking.

"Come on, I know a place where you can find something to wear." He reaches out a hand to me.

“But-“, he shuts me pulling me, making the sheets falling from my body.

“Get ready” he says spanking my ass.

After we both dressed up, he reaches for my hand grabbing it for the all time while guiding me to his driver’s car to bring us to a store that was not too far away from his hotel, telling him where he wanted to go. After a few minutes of silence in the backseats he leans closer.

“I know the owner” he says smirking.

“Oh yeah? How many girls have you been a stylist for?” I joke laughing while keeping my eyes locked out of the window, feeling him getting closer again.

“Just one”.

The shop had black and pink furnitures inside, dresses, lingeries, heels all off the place. Fortunately for James, not a lot of people were inside, just a few girls running towards the dressing rooms with a bunch of things in their hands. I walk through the shelfs looking around to see if there is something for me and for the night with him.

“I don’t know what I should pick”, my voice trembles a bit, and the embarrassment shows on my cheeks, it has never happened before that a random rockstar pops up in your life during a work night, and suddenly seems to be so obsessed with you.

“Choose a dress, something, for the show tonight.” He steps closer behind me leaning down at my height “Something for your body...” He says in the most sensual voice whispering in my ear. “Try that one” he points at short back dress in the corner of the room.

“For your concert?” I scoff looking around for a second choice.

“Yes, that’s perfect”, he replies proud of his decision.

“It’s literally see-through, James… I use those kind of dresses while I work.” He smirks, a hint of jealously in his eyes.

“You will wear it for me. And you will stay in the backstage and VIP pit anyway, so I can keep an eye on you.” With a wink and loud slap on my ass he goes towards the dress grabbing it, making a hint with his head letting me know to go towards the dressing room.

I enter the small pink and black room, a huge, kind of princess-y mirror hanging on the wall, with a black leather couch right next to it. James reaches over to give me the dress moving even closer, wanting to join me while changing.

“No… you wait here”, my phrase teases him, rolling his eyes he glances at the girls in a few dressing rooms next to mine, grabbing his sunglasses and putting them on.

“Be quick” he says sitting in manspread position right out of the door.

While changing my mind keeps traveling with the most paranoid questions ever, wanting deeply inside of me that this won’t be just a few days’ fling; I heard about him and some girls that he dated before, pretty simple ones, but apparently he didn’t treat them in the best ways possible, like he’s doing with me.

I look at myself in the mirror, the dress highlights every inch of my body, the almost transparent black fabric showing my skin under it, every curve is exposed. Maybe not a dress for a concert but James’ taste ain’t that bad. I unlock the door, showing him how I look.

James stood up from the couch, taking off his sunglasses and looking at me up and down with a satisfied smirk. His blue eyes darkened with lust as they roamed over my curves, the transparent black fabric leave little to no imagination. He lets out a low whistle of approval.

"Fuck, you look... incredible", James growls, his voice husky with desire. He steps closer, reaching out to trail a finger along my exposed collarbone, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

"I knew that dress would be perfect on you."

James's gaze lingers on my cleavage, the swell of my breasts threatening to spill out of the low cut dress. He swallows hard, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. When his eyes finally meet mine, they’re filled with a fierce, almost possessive intensity.

His hand sliding down to rest on the small of my back. He pulls me flush against him, letting me feel the hardness in his ripped jeans.

"You’re gonna drive me crazy tonight."

James leans in, his stubble brushing against my cheek as he nuzzled into my neck. I could feel his breath hot on my skin as he inhaled my scent, a low groan rumbling in his chest. His voice a dark promise against my ear.

"I'm not letting you out of my sight, I want to look at you while I'm on stage."

With that, he captures my lips in a searing kiss, his mustache tickling my skin as he plundered my mouth with his tongue, without bothering of the girls a few meters away from us; I break the kiss looking at them with a side eye.

“James…”, my voice almost a whisper against James’ wet lips. He follows my sight, he pushes me back inside the dressing room, James kicks the door shut behind him, pinning me against the pink and black striped wall of the cramped dressing room. His large frame engulfs me, one hand gripping my hip possessively while the other cups my jaw, tilting my face up towards his.

"Fuck, I can't control myself around you." James growled, his voice ragged with lust. He crashed his lips against mine in a bruising kiss, his mustache scratching again my skin as he licked into my mouth, his tongue dominating mine.

His hand slides from my hip to grope my ass, squeezing the flesh hard as he ground his denim-clad erection against my core. He swallows my whimper, deepening the kiss with a low groan.

Breaking away, James attacks my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin, no doubt leaving marks.

"You taste even better than you look", he pants against my throat, his hot breath making my skin prickle.

His fingers found the zipper of my dress, tugging it down in one swift motion. The flimsy fabric slipped off my shoulders, pooling at my feet, leaving me in just my panties. James drank in the sight of my naked body, his eyes dark and hungry.

"I fucking want ya’”, his voice a sinful rasp. His hand slid up my thigh, his fingers brushing teasingly against my clothed pussy, making me escape a low moan.

“I need to feel you again Y/N”, he says capturing my gasps kissing my lips as his hands fumbled with his belt buckle. He broke away just long enough to yank the leather strap through the loop, the sound echoing loudly in the small dressing room.

His jeans were already unbuttoned, his erect cock straining against the denim, the outline clearly visible. He grabbed my thighs, hoisting me up and wrapping my legs around his waist as he pinned me harder against the wall. The rough bricked wall scraped against my bare back, a contrast to the heat of his body.

James's calloused fingers slid under my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh as he ground his cock against my lace-covered cunt. The thin fabric dampened with my arousal, clinging to your swollen folds.

My overthink keeps haunting my mind, a thousands of questions pop up while he claims me, and he surely notices it. His grip tightening on my ass.

"Tell me you want it too Y/N, tell me that you want me as much as I want you.” He says desperately and breathless.

“James I…” I can’t even find the right words.

“I want you Y/N, I want you in my life, you fucking blew my mind, and you keep doing it” he keeps kissing me while saying those words. “Admit that you want me too.”

Now his eyes lock with mine, a hand shifts on my face positioning some hair behind my ear before whispering again.

“Say it…” I bite my lip, not knowing what to say

“James… I had a thousand of man saying this, I don’t want to be your groupie for a few days, just for you to play me or something.”

He shuts my mouth caressing my lips with his thumb.

“Y/N please, I’m not fucking play with ya’, I’m dead serious… tell me you’ll give me a chance” his touch still on my lip that belied the intensity of his gaze. “Say you want me too…”

James’ voice echoes in my head for a second, my voice stuck before finding a way out.

“I do…” he smiles at me.

“That’s my good girl” he whispers on my lips. Without warning, he ripped my flimsy lace panties clean off, the scrap of fabric fluttering to the floor. His calloused fingers found my slick folds, stroking through my wetness before pushing two thick digits knuckle-deep into my aching core, he pumped his fingers in and out of my clenching heat, his thumb circling my clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves, making me moan on his lips while his tongue keeps pushing inside my mouth.

With his free hand, James fumbled with the button of his jeans, finally freeing his thick, hard cock. It sprang out, long and thick, the swollen head already weeping with pre-cum. He stroked himself a few times, spreading the slick fluid along his impressive length, positioning his cock at my entrance. With one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me, stretching me around his thick girth, my legs tighten around his waist at every strong thrust inside me.

"Fuck!" James roared, his head falling back as my walls clenched down on him like a vice. He started to move, his hips snapping forward as he fucked into me with deep, powerful strokes. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the small room, mingling with my wanton moans. He keeps pushing harder and harder, slamming my back again the wall, know probably all the store knows what is happening. He keeps on going, now faster, wanting to reach his release, grabbing my ass even harder and sinking his fingertips in its flesh, while his mouth keeps eating my neck, making me feel his growls and deep moans.

“I’m gonna cum... fuck”, his deep voice makes me gasp, it makes me go crazy, it feels like to be in one of his lyrics, surrounded by the melody of his dark and deep tone.

James's body tenses up, his fingers digging into my soft skin as he slammed into me one last time. A guttural roar tore from his throat as his cock pulsed and throbbed inside me, painting my walls with thick ropes of his warm seed.

"Fuck, Y/N!" James bellowed, his voice echoing off the dressing room walls as he found his release. His hips jerked and stuttered, grinding against mine as he emptied himself deep inside my spasming cunt.

My pussy clenches and flutters around his shaft, milking every last drop of his cum. James's head fell forward, his forehead resting against mine as he caught his breath. His chest heaved, his sweat-slicked skin glistening in the dim light. James's hand slid up my side, cupping my face, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. He captured my mouth in a slow, deep kiss, a stark contrast to the rough fucking of moments before.

When he finally broke away, James's eyes met mine, his gaze intense and sated. A small, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Let’s go, grab the dress. We gotta get ready for the show”, he winks at me before getting out of the dressing room, all the girls there looking at him giggling and whispering things.

The night came quickly, and as we arrive James leads me through the bustling backstage area of the venue. He kept me close, one arm wrapped possessively around my waist, as if he was afraid I might disappear in the sea of people milling about. Nervously walking with him, I try to avoid the fact that all the staff was looking at us, past roadies hurrying with equipment and groupies lounging on couches, waiting for their chance with the band. He ignores everyone, but kept me moving towards the private lounge reserved for Metallica, finding the guys getting ready for the show.

I was disoriented in here, feeling like I’m living every girl’s dream, after quitting a job that was gonna ruin me on the long run, thanks to a rockstar that I barely even know, but that feels like the most passionate and amazing man that I have ever met in my entire life.

The men’s eyes analyze my figure standing there in their private room.

“Meet Y/N”, James says reaching for a beer can on the table.

“Yeah, the stripper! We already know her man, you talked about her for the all day after the night at the club”, Lars says jokingly.

“Watch it, dick”, James’ voice makes Lars’ cocky smile fade away. “I mean it.” He continues while keep looking at the drummer.

“You know Y/N, you are the reason that James wanted to add some last minute dates here in New York”, Kirk’s sweet voice breaks the tension between the others, making me blush at his admission.

“Two minutes on stage” a random man enters the room to inform them, they all grab their instruments quickly and get out of the room.

“Come on”, James grabs my hand guiding me towards the VIP pit, before kissing me.

“God, you are gorgeous”, he says in his deep warm tone. “I’ll watch you from up there, wait for me.”

And with a last wink, he runs on stage with his guitar, reaching for his bandmates, and with a nod to each other, they launched into their first song. The crowd erupted, a tidal wave of sound crashing over the stage.

James was a different man out here, his confidence and charisma were amplified under the hot lights. He worked the crowd like a seasoned pro, his voice raw and powerful as he belted out the lyrics. His fingers flew over the guitar strings, the heavy metal riff reverberating through my bones. As the song reached its crescendo, James turned to look at me, his eyes locking with mine, making all the overthinking fade away.

-mel