His Playboy Bunny

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.

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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.

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-mel

my y/n fit.

he's the one they call dr. feelgood ── ౨ৎ (he's gonna be your frankenstein!)

✴︎˚｡⋆ dr. feelgood, 1989

this outfit gives vampire vibes and i live for it

my daily eye makeup

photo dump idk what to post

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

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David Bowie by Christian Simonpietri, Paris, 1977.