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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

my y/n fit.

"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. ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

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”.

୨ㅤ࣪ㅤ︶︶︶︶ㅤㅤ꒰୨ ୧꒱ㅤㅤ︶︶︶︶ㅤ࣪ㅤ୧

-mel