Hiiii, Sorry For The Weird Question Lmao But Could You Write A Smut Story With Kirk Where He Like During

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His Playboy Bunny

Description: 1999, Los Angeles. you are the hottest Playboy model but your boyfriend James is not quite happy about it.

warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, angst, language, smut (unprotected sex).

The “Playboy Summer Party” has always been the biggest and most iconic event of the entire year. The Mansion filled up with the most famous and hottest celebrities, photographers, models, actors, including the biggest rockstars, and we all partied wild for days.

Me and all of the other Playboy bunnies were thrilled about this event, because we knew that attending it meant only two things: music and drinks with famous people.

James never used to be really happy about this, unless he was with me, keeping an eye on everyone and everything at the party, checking on me the whole night.

However, this year was different... James had to fly to New York with his band to attend an important interview, he had to stay away the entire weekend.

The fact that I’ll have to go the party without him didn't excite him, and now he has been giving me the silence treatment for the past few hours, while packing his stuff before heading to the airport.

I check on him, peeking through the half-closed doorframe of our bedroom, while he was picking up some shirts from his closet, his eyes were dark, a shadow of anger reflected in his gaze and his nervous movements. I decide to step in the room, sighing heavily just to make my presence considered: no answer or sign of notice whatsoever from him.

I walk towards the bed and stand next to him, watching every frustrated movement of his, not even trying to turn to look at me. His hair fell a bit over his face, while he kept pushing his clothes into his bag, tending his muscles' biceps, which pointed out his tattoos exposed under his tight black sleeveless t-shirt.

“Are you not gonna say anything or what now?”, I ask him with a tone of frustration, demanding him to talk to me before he left for the flight.

James stopped his frustrated actions for a moment, his hands still gripping a hastily folded t-shirt. He took a deep breath, his broad chest rising and falling under his tight black shirt, jaw clenched tight.

He glanced sideways, hard and unreadable blue eyes behind his messy hair. His voice came out low and gruff.

"What d'ya want, Y/N?”, he grunted, before shoving a few more items into his bag with more force than necessary. "You know I gotta jet. Band stuff."

He finally turned to face me completely, arms crossed over his broad chest. His posture was defensive, body language closed off.

“I’m not in the mood for any bullshit right now.”

He muttered, looking at me up and down, his tone was blunt, almost rude, clearly agitated and distracted by his impending trip and the thoughts swirling in his head.

I stay silent watching him zipping his bag closed and grabbing his sunglasses and leather jacket. I scoff at his cocky attitude.

“You’re just gonna leave without saying a word? After ignoring me for hours?”

I tried to keep it cool, but it was obvious my tone hinted something else, irritation floated in the air between us after these words left my mouth.

James halted in his tracks, his shoulders stiffed at the irritation in my voice. He let out a sharp exhale through his nose, a sound of pure exasperation. Turning slowly, he pinned me with a hard stare, blue eyes glinting with a mix of anger and something else, something more vulnerable.

"Listen, I ain't got time for any of this right now, alright?" He growled, tone low and rough.

"I got a fuckin' plane to catch, and a bunch of other shit to deal with." He stepped closer, almost invading my personal space, using his height and broad build to try and intimidate me into backing down.

"You think I'm happy about leavin' you here, at that damn party, with all those fuckin' creeps sniffin' around you like you're some piece of meat?"

His voice rose with each word, his eyes flashing.

He walks back towards the bed reaching for his bag, finally grabbing it ready to go. Rolling my eyes, I move closer to him searching for his eyes.

”Are you serious right now? Again with this shit? You know this is my job, I gotta go there every year to meet new people, certainly not to flirt with some other men, you already came with me, basically all the music industry knows that we are together.

Why won’t you trust me?”

Now I was the exhausted one. James gripped the strap of his bag tightly, knuckles turning white. He met my gaze, his eyes stormy and intense. His jaw clenched and unclenched as he struggled to rein in his temper and the swirling emotions inside him.

"Trust?" He scoffed bitterly. "Trust is earned, Y/N. And let's face it, you didn’t exactly made it easy for me to just fuckin' trust you at a damn party like that." His voice was a low, mocking parody of gentleness.

"I know it's your job. I fuckin' get it. But that doesn’t mean I gotta like it. You think I'm blind not to see the way those assholes look at you? The way they want you?”

He shook his head, a harsh laugh escaped his lips.

"I may not be fuckin' perfect, but I know when a man wants to take what's mine."

His eyes rolled before letting his sunglasses fall on his nose, with a scoff escaping his mouth.

“You knew damn well about my job since you started dating me, James!"

I suddenly snap, James flinched slightly at the harsh tone in my voice, but held his ground. His eyes narrowed, turning into cold, moving closer.

"Don't fuckin' yell at me like that!” He growled, yelling back as loud.

“Yeah, I knew what your job was. Doesn't mean I gotta be okay with watchin' other pricks drool all over you like a goddamn doll, or watching photographers take pictures of you naked, knowing they jerk off on them right after.” He stepped back, grabbing his bag and heading for the door, he left me speechless again.

“Have fun, I’ll see you in a few days.”

And with that he left, leaving me standing in our bedroom.

The night came, and the chauffeur drove me to the Playboy Mansion with some of the other models, to get ready for the party.

All of us wore glittery pink outfits, bunny ears on and champagne glasses in our hands, walking and dancing to the hottest music and entertaining the people around us.

I spent the whole night hopelessly hoping for one of the waiters to come and tell me that someone was on the phone waiting for me, but of course, James didn’t call, without even letting me know if he landed in New York.

Sitting on the red lips couch in front of the big pool among all the people, suddenly a pornstar martini popped up in front of my eyes held by tattooed hand with black polish nails. I raise my sight to the tall figure in front of me, revealing the cocky glam bassist of Mötley Crüe, Nikki Sixx.

With an amused smirk on his lips, he glanced again at the glass in his hand.

“Believe it or not, but this is for you”, he says after seeing I didn’t move since I noticed him.

“Thanks”, I simply say smiling at him. Doing the same, he sits next to me, holding an arm behind the back of the couch.

“Waiting for your man?”, he asks looking among the people in front of us.

“He is not coming this year”, I answer with the coldest voice tone ever, making him nod, his dark eyes eating me.

“Got it… he lets you have fun with others”, he smirks again at his own words.

“What does that mean?”, scoffing I look away from him still feeling his gaze upon me.

“Just saying… he never seemed that happy to see you here the past years, I was wondering how he could just let you come here alone this time…”, he continues leaning closer so I could hear him better due to the loud music around us.

“It’s my job, I gotta stay here tonight as always, and he knows…”

My patience was already at its limit, he laughs seeing my tone changing again.

“Yeah I see… you were funnier when I met you for the first time a few years ago, you know Y/N? Less cold.”

I nod faking a laugh while keep drinking my cocktail.

“You mind if I let you forget about him for a few hours?”, he whispers again leaning even closer to my face, making me jump up from the couch.

“I’m not a whore Sixx, you already played this game three years ago and my answer always been the same, and it won’t change tonight”

With that I walk away, my body shaking by the anger of such a conversation that I unfortunately used to be familiar with.

— Third person POV —

It’s the next day. After the band’s interview was finally over they all walk back to their private lounge, in the building where they had their meeting.

James sat back on one of the couches in the room, with hands in his hair, still frustrated by the argument he had with Y/N the day before, also feeling guilty for not calling her.

He woke up from his thoughts after seeing a last hour magazine being thrown on the couch next to him. “Page six man”, says Lars in a low tone.

James’ big hands reach for the tabloid in front of him, quickly opening the sixth page, eyebrows furrowed reading the article:

“Playboy bunny, Y/N Y/LN, aka James Hetfield’s date since 1994, spotted really busy having a close interaction with Mötley Crüe’s bassist Nikki Sixx at the Playboy Mansion Summer Party last night. End of an iconic couple? Start of another metal love for the Playboy bombshell?”

The picture printed all over the page caught the exact moment where Nikki tried to flirt with her a second, before she walked away leaving him on the couch. James took a deep breath, before a sound of pure rage started escaping his lungs. He crumpled the magazine in his fist, crushing it into a tight ball of anger and pain. His mind raced with a whirlwind of dark, accusing thoughts. He had left her alone for one damn night, and she'd already found someone else to cozy up to?

James rounded on Lars, eyes blazing.

"Did you see this?" He snarled, shoving the crushed magazine towards his bandmate. "Did you fuckin' see who she's with?"

His voice rose with each word, tinged with a manic edge of disbelief and fury. All the other members of the band in the room turning to watch the scene in silence.

“Man, calm down, come on, you know tabloids write fake shit about everyone, I'm sure it's not how it seems.” Kirk tried to calm down James, who snapped up from the couch walking back and forth through room nervously.

James paced like a caged animal, unable to sit still, too agitated and consumed by rage to calm down. He shook his head, a harsh, bitter laugh escaping him.

"Not how it seems? Are you fuckin' kidding me, Kirk?" He whirled around, eyes wild and accusing, his hands clenched into fists, trembling with the force of his anger.

He turned back to the crumpled magazine, smoothing it out to take another look at the incriminating photo.

"She's a fuckin' Playboy bunny, for Christ's sake. She's supposed to act like she's into those assholes." He gritted his teeth, a muscle ticking in his jaw.

"And you're telling me to calm down?" He shook his head, a cynical, disbelieving laugh escaped his lips. "I don't fuckin' think so." And with that James walked out of the room, slamming the door making it echoing through all the hallway.

— Y/N’s POV —

A few days passed from the party, and today James should be back home already, but I didn’t hear from him ever since he left.

I was taking a shower in our bedroom’s bathroom when I hear heavy steps coming from the stairs heading closer. As my head slipped under the warm water in relax, the shower’s curtain suddenly opens, making me jump and scream, and it revealed to be James. His tall figure, unbuttoned shirt, cowboy boots and black jeans, with an angry expression printed on his face, stood in front of me.

“What the fuck, James?! You scared me!”, I snap removing the water drops from my eyes so I could see him better.

He lifts an opened ruined magazine “Fucking Sixx!” He yells throwing it at me, still standing in the shower.

I quickly pick it up and read the article about her and him.

“None of this it’s true James!”, I say looking at the infamous picture. James scoffs looking away, passing a hand through his hair in frustration.

“I can’t fucking believe you think this shit is real!”. I throw the article on the bathroom floor as I finally step out of the shower.

I grab a towel and wrap it around my body. I walk towards the bathroom fogged up mirror, still feeling James’s presence behind me, in complete silence.

He steps closer, invading my space. The heat of his body radiated against my back, still damp from the shower. He gripped my shoulders, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

"You think I don't see the way he looks at you, like he wants to devour you whole?"

He reached out, gripping my jaw roughly and turning my face forcing me to meet his gaze. A devious smirk grows on my lips feeling his hands on me like this.

He was infuriated, but his rough grip around my face and his rough tone weirdly turned me on. James' eyes narrowed as he noticed the sudden change in my expression, his grip tightening on my cheeks.

He leaned in closer, breath hot and heavy against my face.

"You think this is funny, Y/N?” He growled, voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You think it's fuckin' funny I just saw another man drooling all over what's mine?" His other hand slid down to my waist, gripping my towel-clad hip possessively.

Despite his anger, he couldn't ignore the way his body responded to the feel of my soft curves beneath his fingertips. He knew I could feel it too, the way his jeans tightened and his breathing grew heavier.

"I should fuckin' spank your ass for being such a tease, for lettin' that prick approach you like that."

He moved closer, with his grip moving down my neck, he pressed his hips against mine, letting me feel the evidence of his desire. "Maybe that's what you fuckin' want though, isn't it? To be put in your place." I let a low chuckle, challenging him and provoke him.

“Guess”.

James' eyes flashed, pupils dilating with a mix of rage and dark desire at my respond.

A low, animalistic growl rumbled in his chest as he pressed me harder against the bathroom counter, the cold marble a stark contrast to the heat radiating off his body.

"Oh, you want me to fuckin’ guess?" He snarled, one hand sliding up to grip my hair, tugging on it roughly to angle my head back, to show my neck off.

"You want to play this game, you little tease?" His other hand slid down to grab a handful of my ass, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises.

"You want me to fuckin' put you in your place, show you who you belong to?"

He ground his hips against mines, making sure I could feel every hard inch of him through the denim of his jeans and the towel, the only things separating our bodies.

He leaned down, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark. "Watch your fuckin' mouth, girl. Or I'll do it for you." He promised darkly, voice a low, lust-filled growl.

James suddenly flipped me around to face the steamy mirror, roughly removing my towel and exposing my bare skin to the humid air.

Without warning, he raised his hand and brought it down hard on the supple flesh of my ass, the sound of the sharp slap echoing off the tiled walls, before I could hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled, along with his pants dropping on the floor, leaving him in just his tight black boxer briefs.

The thick outline of his hard cock strained against the fabric, and he removed it immediately after. With a low, animalistic growl, James grabbed my hips. He kicked my legs apart wider, lining himself up with my entrance. And with no preamble, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside my tight, wet heat with one brutal stroke.

He set a punishing pace, hips slapping against the reddened cheeks of my ass as he fucked me hard and fast, the way he'd been craving since he saw that damn photo.

Each thrust pushed me harder against the bathroom counter, my breasts bounced with the force of his movements.

"Fuck, Y/N.”

He grunted, fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he rutted into me, kissing and biting my neck. "This is what you get for teasin' me, you little slut… for letting another man get that close to you. I want you to see yourself as I fuck you like this.”

He leaned down, teeth now sinking into the tender skin of my shoulder, marking me, claiming me. "You're fuckin' mine, Y/N. Say it." He orders breathless against my ear “I’m yours James”, I say moaning desperately, keeping my hands on the foggy mirror, letting them slide down at each thrust.

He could feel my walls fluttering around him, feel the way my body responded to his possession, to the way he was claiming me so thoroughly. It spurred him on, made him fuck me harder, faster, chasing the release he so desperately needed.

He gripped my hip strongly with his left hand, while the other gripped my hair back, before letting two fingers slide into my mouth, back and forth down my throat, feeling my warm drool cover them.

His balls tightened, he approached the edge. He leaned forward, teeth sinking into the junction of my neck and shoulder, marking me as his property.

”Fuck, I'm gonna... I'm gonna fuckin'...!" He couldn't finish his plead that his orgasm crashed over him like a tsunami wave. He buried himself to the hilt inside of me, cock pulsing and jerking as he emptied himself into me, painting my insides with his warm seed, making me finish right after at that sensation, making my gummy walls tighten around his throbbing and sensitive cock.

James stood behind me, his chest grew as he caught his breath in the aftermath of his intense release. He kept my body pinned against the bathroom counter, his softening cock still buried deep inside me, and his arms wrapped around my body.

After a long moment, he leaned down, breath hot and heavy against my ear, staring at me through my exhausted reflection.

"Don't think this means I'm still not fuckin' pissed at you."

He muttered, voice low and gruff. "You're mine, Babe. You know that’s right.” He nipped at my earlobe, tugging on it with his teeth.

"But you gotta stop being such a goddamn tease all the time. It ain't fuckin' fair to either of us." He pulled back slightly still staring at my reflection in the mirror, blue eyes intense and serious. "I can't stand the thought of another man wanting to take you like I just did. You understand me?" I nod at his words, before he grabbed my face, leaving a soft but passionate kiss on my pink lips.

He slowly slides out of me, watching his cum drip out of me and smirking proudly, before looking at me.

“Now get ready, baby, I’ll wait for you in the bedroom.” With a smile he winked at me before leaving the bathroom, and closing the door behind him.

-mel

fr

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

legendary guitarist

this era…>>

METALLICA　1992.