Because When You’re A Musician You Have To Have A Photo Of You On The Toilet 🚽

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me and mybff (party girlz)

"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. ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

Go Go Dancer - Part 1

Description: 1995, New York City: You are a stripper of a famous strip club. What seemed a casual encounter became something more passionate. (partially inspired by the movie “closer”).

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

Pushing up my

(uh) , in your face, in your face

Keep your fingertips on my waist, on my waist

I'm your go-go dancer, credit card romancer

-“Go Go Dancer” by Lana Del Rey

The echo of the music coming from the club was incredibly loud, as always. But this time was different, a few bands were here tonight, after they played here in New York City. Those kinds of playboy rockstars who have girls lined up to have sex with them, in every town they set foot in: that's why they’re here tonight, probably to flirt, fuck and then disappear with one of us here.

"Who do you think we are gonna see tonight?"

Celine, one of the girls, asked with a smirk while smoking a blunt.

"I reserved Mr. Axl Rose for me, hon'" Riri answers, while fixing her blonde wig in front of the mirror.

"Yeah, keep dreaming babe… do you remember what happened with him and Heidi last year? He’s a dick", Love says while entering the room, removing the money from her red collant.

"Girls, the band is here, get ready. They don't like wigs, high heels and all that shit. Dress sexy but, more elegant tonight. Come on". Our manager Richie informs us, seeing that all four of us already got dressed as some dolls.

"What? No wigs, no platform heels? What kind of band is this then…" Celine says struggling looking for a more decent outfit. She had a point though... what band was this? Richie didn't tell us anything. Ten minutes later all of us got ready, sophisticated enough that we didn't look like some kind of strippers at all.

We walk down the loud hallway of the club and reach the private lounge. Anxiety and adrenaline rushed through our bodies, not knowing who was waiting for us: will they be nice? Or will they be the usual high boy band, arrogant and violent, that just wants a lap dance without bothering to talk to us?

Richie opens the door revealing the huge VIP lounge, leather red couches, mirrors and gold ornaments all over the room, and then four men sitting there, with a champagne bottle already opened on the table, at the center of the room, right next to the dance pole.

"Here are my beautiful girls: Celine, Love, Riri and Y/N...", Richie says and turning to look at us again

"Make me proud."

He whispers and then with a quick wink he closes the door behind us leaving me and the girls in front of the men who were smirking at each other, probably dicing on who gets who.

"Cheers" I say smiling at him, holding my glass to him.

—Third person’s POV—

James was looking at all the four girls in the room, they were all stunning, but since they entered the room his eyes focused on the last one introduced by Richie. Her lines, her curves, her hips, her eyes, and the smile that she gave them, that damn smile made James's head spin.

Lars is the first one to stand up and to grab a glass of champagne, handing it to the tallest one of the girls, Celine. He offered her his hand and grabbed it softly, and she led him to another couch in the room. Jason and Kirk kinda did the same thing with the other two girls, leaving James with Y/N, as he stayed on the couch, with his legs spread open and an arm laying on the headrest of the couch and an almost empty glass in his other hand.

She walks towards the couch and sits right next to him, making sure to expose her legs, enhanced by to the really short dress she is wearing. She leans over the table to grab the bottle and pour some alcohol in one of the empty glasses for herself, and refilled James’, who handed it to her slowly while admiring her, still not saying a word since she got there.

She’s absolutely beautiful, her nonchalant movements made her spark between all the other strippers he has met before.

He was smiling at her the all time, he probably didn't even realize it, cause he would have killed himself at that, thinking that “she’s just a girl, a stripper".

But not this time.

—Y/N’S POV—

James looks at me, still smiling stupidly, before clicking his glass against mine.

”Cheers", he grunts, taking a long swig of the champagne. He sets the glass down on the table with a thud, his eyes never leaving my face. He leans back into the leather couch, one arm stretching along the back of it, his fingers lightly brushing against my shoulder. He tilts his head, studying me.

"So… You're not like the other girls Richie usually sends over, are ya?" James asks, his voice a low rumble. He rubs his chin, feeling the rough stubble there. His gaze drifts down to my lips before meeting my eyes again.

"What's your name again?"

I chuckled, after hearing this phrase like a thousand times.

“Y/N” I simply say, after taking a sip of champagne.

James nods slowly, his eyes still fixed on my face. He smirks slightly.

"Well Y/N, you are fucking gorgeous", he comments with a cocky smile, his voice low and a bit rough. He takes another sip of his drink, his thumb lightly rubbing the rim of the glass, before leaning closer to me.

"Ya been doin' this for a while, Y/N?” His blue eyes seem to pierce into mine, trying to read my thoughts. The music from the club is still loud, but in their lounge, it's a bit muted, letting them talk.

My cheeks burn at his comment, hopefully the blurred lights won't make notice it

"Almost three years now." James nods slowly, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Three years, huh? Well, ya must be damn good at it, then" he says, his voice a low rumble. He leans back into the couch, his arm still stretched out along the back of it, his fingers lightly brushing against my shoulder.

He takes another sip of his drink.

"Ya got somethin' different about ya, Y/N. Can't quite put my finger on it" James murmurs, his brow furrowing slightly as he studies me.

James chuckles, a deep, rough sound. He shakes his head. "I ain't your average rockstar either," he retorts, his blue eyes glinting in the dim light of the private lounge.

He leans in closer, his face now just inches from me.

"Ya know, most chicks are just lookin' for a quick fuck and a chance to brag that they nailed a rockstar," James says, his voice low and a bit bitter. "But you..." he stops what he was saying chuckling at his own thoughts, shaking his head.

He reaches up, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my cheek for a moment. his eyes searching mine.

"Guess the booze and the buzz of the crowd ain't the only thing makin' my head spin right now.”

I roll my eyes laughing again, I know he's flirting trying to look interested in me.

"What about a dance?" I say standing up seductively, ending the small interaction between his fingers and my skin. His eyes are focused on me, he doesn’t say a word, he just admires me, it's a different from the other men's.

There’s a voice in the back of my head that says that it seems too good to be true, I have to stop fantasizing.

I shake my head at my thoughts, starting to slowly undo my dress.

His eyes never leave my body, my eyes, my curves, the way my hair falls on my back making my movements seem more fluid.

I let my dress drop on the floor and kick it away with my heel, remaining with just my red lace underwear set.

I bend down on my knees, moving slowly so he can follow all my curves as I dance for him. I move closer, crawling on the floor, while I reach his lap, in manspread position making him appear even sexier.

My hands roam his thighs moving closer to his crotch, teasing it with slow movements, hearing him growling.

I stand up, sitting on top of him, rubbing my body against his, and I lean closer to him feeling his warm fast breath against my neck.

“You can touch if you want.”

I speak softly as I smile, he does the same, and without hesitation, I feel his cold hand on my waist while indulging my movements against his body, his hands moving on my back, reading my bra and slowly untying it, making it fall from my arms.

In an agile but sexy movement, I sit in his lap facing him, as his hands keep tracing my bare skin covered in red lace.

He looks at me, with hungry eyes, admiring every single inch of my body.

“God… who are you...” His voice is low, rough, his grip on my skin is tighter, my arms fall behind his neck, my nails tangling in his blonde hair chuckling at his words, his eyes locking on my lips and then again on my eyes.

“What time do you get off tonight?” James’ low tone echos in my ears hearing his question.

“For what?” I say chuckling.

“I wanna take ya’ out. We can drink something at my hotel too”, he says while rubbing my waist pulling me closer.

“I don’t hang out with client.” His eyes rolled while his head falls back in frustration.

One hour has already passed, noticing the other girls dressing up again, I stand up too, immediately feeling cold without James’ warm body against me anymore. I collect my dress and my purse on the floor.

“What if we pretend that I’m just a guy you met at work and not a client?”, James asks again, smirking at me with a hint of hope in his eyes.

“I heard all about you James, I won’t be another girl who crawls back to you after being a complete dick. Have a great night.”

And with that, I walk out of the room leaving him there with the rest of the band, and an amused smile on his lips. I think this won’t be the last time we see each other…

A few days passed, as always I start my shift at 12am. I’m wearing a pink leather set to dance with, tall clear heels, a lace thigh choker and my signature pink wig.

I walk out the dressing room, my heels clicking on the floor, while I scan the room with my eyes looking for new clients, reaching for an empty pole. My body rubbing on it, while some of the men in front of me throwing money. I tease them, I position myself behind the pole, dancing a bit on the floor as I keep my legs spread open, and then again, I move against the pole, climbing on it, and spinning swiftly. Breathless, I finish my performance, collecting the money as I wink at the men in front of me and blowing them kisses, and I walk away giving space to the other girl after me.

While I was counting the money right next to the bar, a tap on my shoulder caught my attention.

“Y/N, someone’s here for you: Paradise Lounge” Richie says winking at me with an amused smile.

Walking quick towards the room, I fix my wig right before opening the door and there he was. James Hetfield, sitting on the couch right in front of me, smiling at me. I smirk walking towards him.

“I needed to see you again, baby.” His tone gets more serious.

“Why that wig? You didn’t have it last time” he says almost annoyed.

“This is my hair” I tease him sarcastically, as I walk towards the champagne glasses in the corner of the room, facing away from him.

“I prefer your real hair”, he says laying his arms around the top of the couch.

”It is.”, he scoffs at my answer. “Ya’ playing with me?” I raise my shoulders in respond.

I could hear him standing up feeling his heavy steps moving closer to me while I was still facing the wall, my breath now heavy and fast.

“I thought about ya’ for the all show last night. You’ve been stuck in my mind since that night… it never happened to me before…”, his voice low, caressing my ears, I would ask him to repeat what he just said if I wasn’t this proud of myself.

“That wasn’t me” I say in a cold tone, his hands reach my body pulling me by the hips turning me around to face him. His blue eyes are intense as they meet mine, filled with a mix of annoyance and desire.

"I'm not fucking around, Y/N” he says, his voice a little bit louder and serious.

"That wig... it ain't you. I know cause I've seen your real hair before, so fucking stop playing with me”. His grip tightens on my body.

“That wasn’t me”, I say again noticing him breathe heavy, frustrated, almost angry.

"I've never been this fucking crazy about a girl before, not like this. Not a stripper, not anyone."

James's hands pull me against his hard, muscular body, seeing no reaction at his words he explodes.

“Cut this shit Y/N! Give me a real chance to get to know you. Just you, no bullshit, no act", he demands, his voice now low, intense rumble.

I walk away, reaching the table at the center of the room, stepping on it.

“You all try to hide your identity, hiding behind these clothes, wigs and all this bullshits… I saw you, you ain’t nothing like this.”

He steps closer, his eyes now at the height of my belly while I stand on the table, he has to look up at me.

“I want you…” his voice almost a whisper. He leans in, his lips brushing against my belly as he speaks. Making me gasp

"Let me see the real you, Y/N. Give me a chance to worship this gorgeous fucking body.”

His hands now gripping my ass, kneading the flesh.

“What if I don’t?” I say teasing him.

“Now ya’ flirting?” scoffing with an amused tone his voice trembles on my skin.

“Maybe.” He chuckles

“Oh, you know damn well you feel this too," he retorts, his voice a low, confident growl. "The way your body responds to my touch and the way you can't help but bite your lip when you look at me..."

He leans in closer, his stubble brushing against my belly, his breath hot and heavy against my skin. "Don't even try to deny it, Y/N. You want me just as much as I want you" his lips lowering to the fabric of my panties lowering it a bit.

“There are cameras on ceiling, You can not do this.” My voice soft and teasing, seeing him growling as he fixes his cock in his pants.

“Let me take you somewhere else then.” My silent breaks again in our conversation, he smirks moving away from me.

“I’ll ask Richie to let you finish earlier then… I’ll wait for you in the back.” He winks at me and exits the room.

“Shit”, I whisper quickly walking out the door too. I reach for the dressing room where I find Love who just arrived for her shift.

“Wow, where’re you goin’ so fast, girl?” She asks while choosing her heels for the night

“Guess…”, I answer her as fast as I can while changing myself.

“What?” Of course she couldn’t understand what was going on.

“I’m running to a date, actually”, I say nervously.

“No way! Wait, isn’t he?…” I nod.

“Oh my god Y/N… and where is he? What about your shift tonight? Will Richie let you go earlier?” A thousands questions leave her mouth.

“I think he is talking to him right now” my answer left her surprised.

“And you think he will let you…”, the answer was quite obvious.

“Love, he is famous, you know Richie he likes to keep costumers in every ways possible... But now I gotta go, I’ll see you tomorrow night” and with a kiss on her cheek, I walk out the dressing room, in my causal clothes, natural hair falling on my back, just me, as he asked…

I reach for the second exit on the back of the club, spotting him there in front of a black car.

“There she is. Let’s go.” He grabs my hand guiding me inside, letting the driver know to start the engine.

The ride is silent, not too long as we reach his hotel. He guides me on the inside, toward the privates elevator that brings on the suite floor. We walks in to the hallway reaching his room, revealing an amazing open space suite.

James tosses his keys onto the coffee table and turns to face, his eyes already roaming over my curves appreciatively. Without a word, he reaches out and grabs me by the hips, pulling me flush against his muscular body. He leans down, capturing my lips in a rough, demanding kiss, pouring all his pent-up desire into it, letting his tongue sliding inside my mouth, curling with mine.

His hands roam my curves, squeezing and kneading my flesh through the thin fabric of my clothes. He breaks the kiss, only to start trailing his lips down the column of my throat, his stubble scraping deliciously against my skin.

"Fuck, Y/N” he growls against my neck “You drive me fucking crazy."

He starts to tug at my clothes, desperate to feel my bare skin against his own. His breathing is heavy, his heart pounding in his chest as he loses himself in my scent, my taste, my feel.

“Say that you want me, say it” his deep voice deeps in my ear making my body melts at his touch.

“I do, James.” My voice is soft, low at his touch, all of the flirting and dominant energy that I had at the club now completely disappeared, melting completely under his control.

A low growl escapes James's throat at my breathless admission. Without hesitation, he reaches out and practically tears my clothes off. His hands are everywhere, squeezing, caressing, exploring every inch of my newly exposed skin.

He rasps, his voice thick with desire. He leans down, capturing one of my hardened nipples in his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue, making me already moan loud. His hands slide down to grip my ass, lifting me up.

Instinctively, wrapping my legs around his waist, feeling his hard, muscular body against my soft curves. James carries me to the bed, tossing me down onto the plush mattress.

He stands back, quickly shedding his own clothes, revealing his toned and tattooed body.

Crawling onto the bed, he hovers over me, his eyes roaming my naked body hungrily. He kisses me, deep, raw, my hands sliding on his hair, pulling the small amount of the mullet that makes him even more sexy.

My right leg rubbing slowly on his side feels his warm tip touching my inner thigh. His hand reaches for my leg pulling it on his shoulder in a fast movement, playing with my ass cheek too, grabbing it hard, slapping it, making my mouth escape a gasp on his mouth while making out.

James swallows my moans, deepening the kiss, his tongue plundering my mouth, claiming every inch of it. His hand slides from my ass cheek to my inner thigh, teasing me, stroking me, inching closer to my heated center.

He breaks the kiss, panting, his eyes dark and wild as he looks down at me.

"Fuck, I need to taste you", he growls, his voice rough and low. Without warning, he starts kissing a trail down my body, pausing to lave at my breasts, suckling and biting at the sensitive peaks. I close my eyes moaning harder again, while grabbing the sheets pulling it.

Lower and lower he goes, until he's settled between my thighs. He looks up at me, his eyes burning into me as he leans in, his breath hot against my slick folds.

“Keep your eyes on me.” I obey at his command, and try my best to not let my eyes roll back at his touch.

He focuses on my clit, suckling and flicking the sensitive bud, his fingers pumping in and out of my tight channel. He brings a hand up to rub circles around my entrance, teasing me, pushing me closer to the edge.

I pull his hair harder this time, pushing him into my wetness, but I needed more and he knew, the way my thighs start rubbing and tighten around his head. He comes back on me, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss. He can feel my wet heat against his throbbing cock, gasping in my mouth letting me know he can't hold back any longer.

He reaches down, gripping himself and positioning the swollen head of his member at my entrance. With a powerful thrust of his hips, he sheaths himself fully inside me, burying himself to the hilt, a loud moan escapes my mouth. He starts to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, setting a hard, fast pace.

The room fills with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, our moans and my cries of pleasure echoing off the walls. James's hand grips my hip hard enough to leave bruises as he pounds into me even harder, his muscular body tensing and flexing with each powerful thrust.

"You feel fucking incredible. You take it so well for me" he pants, his eyes locked with mine.

He hooks my legs over his shoulders, nearly bending me in half. The new angle allows him to go even deeper, hitting that special spot inside me with every brutal thrust.

He reaches down, rubbing at my clit with rough, fast circles, pushing me harder, urging me towards my peak, reaching my mouth with his left hand, making his thumb slide into my mouth, playing with my tongue, pushing deeper inside, while doing the same with his cock. I could feel my walls throbbing and starting to tight against his hard member, he lays down again between my legs, biting my lower lip.

“Come for me Y/N, come on. I want you to do it.” I couldn’t take this anymore, his dark low voice traveling into my ear was enough to make me come all over his bare dick, with one last loud moan. He wasn’t finished yet, he pushed harder again, his hands gripping the bed’s headboard making it slam against the wall, with a final, brutal thrust, his pubic bone stimulating my clit as he hilts inside me.

While feeling my walls still clamp down around him like a vice, and with a roar, he follows me over the edge, filling me with his cum, pushing deeper to make me feel it all.

Breathless, he looks at me with a smile kissing me again.

“Fuck…” his voice trembles against my lips, while he pull out of me falling next to me keeping an arm behind my neck, an awkward silence falls between us.

“I gotta go-“ I try to say but he interrupts me.

“Stay with me tonight… I want you with me tomorrow at our show.”

part 2

-mel

Cool shots of the lion dude

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