Love Me Harder

Burning Desire

warnings: smut (fingering in public)

“I drive fast, radio blares, have to touch myself to pretend you're there

Your hands were on my hips, your name is on my lips

Over over again, like my only prayer

(Come on tell me boy)”

-“Burning Desire” by Lana del Rey

I’ve been dating James for almost three years now, the most chaotic of my entire life, since he has been dealing with alcohol, drugs and his usual anger issues.

He had his days, we can say: days where he was more loving and passionate, and others where he wanted to be alone, just writing his music. Our relationship always been a roller coaster, mostly because of his mood. There were times when he wouldn’t call me for days, as it happened this week... he got so angry with me when I simply told him I had to hang out with one of my university's classmates to complete a project, so I couldn’t stay with him after his studio session with the band... I didn’t hear from him for five days, until he called me this morning, just before my literature class.

"Hello?", I asked still in a sleepy voice, rubbing my face with my left hand trying to wake up completely.

“Get ready, today you are with me."

James' deep voice filled my ears, making me jump.

"James? What-"

He doesn't even let me finish that he continues speaking in his low and warm tone.

"I'll be there in front of your university at 4pm, don't be late".

I couldn’t even find the words to reply, my mouth just slightly opened, and the words got stuck in my throat.

"I have an exam in a few days, James. I gotta study, I don't have time for-"

I try to explain him, but of course, he refused to let me finish a single sentence.

“You'll study at my place”, he simply says, I stay silent.

I couldn't believe it, he disappeared for almost a week and now all of a sudden he wanted me to hang out with him, or whatever it is.

“I’ll see you tonight", he continues, before hanging up, leaving me with the phone in my hand, clueless about where he wanted to take me tonight.

I spent the day, getting ready and packing some stuff to bring with me, including my books, knowing that I never used them when I'm at his place...

The time comes, I get out of my college room, waving at some friends in the hallway, walking towards the exit of the campus. That’s where I spot a tall, blonde long haired man, with dark sunglasses on, wearing a cowboy hat and covered in a tight total black outfit that exposed his muscular body, leaning against his Harley, luckily waiting for me.

I move closer, thinking that I had to act as cold as possible, after he disappeared, once again. I finally reach him, keeping my cool.

He grabs my bag without saying a word, throwing it on the ground next to him, before suddenly pulling me closer in a hungry, rough and passionate kiss, almost desperate.

His hands tight around my waist, before reaching for my hips, squeezing them.

My hands find his long hair, pulling it a bit, making him growl in the kiss, pressing me even closer to his body. I pull away exactly when I feel his hands reaching for my ass, I look up at him, and a smirk grows on his lips noticing my cheeks blushing, noticing some students around staring at us.

“You disappeared", I finally say, trying to be as cool as possible.

“I didn't have time to call you", he answered calmly, with a smirk stuck on his lips. “Yeah, sure", I scoff at his excuse, which he used for the past three months.

I look away, seeing that he was quietly amused by my behaviour.

"You mad at me?", he asks leaning a little bit trying to search for my sight again. I raise my shoulders in response, ignoring his question.

He chuckled at my attitude. “Of course you are", his tone was sarcastic this time, he knew I was mad at him and he enjoyed it.

"Come on, let’s go now."

He bends down to grab my bag that he dropped on the ground a few minutes ago, before reaching for his seat.

"Where do we have to go, James?", I ask him, in a cold tone.

"Music event tonight."

"What? I thought… I didn't bring anything for that. James I-", I was basically speechless, again...

“Hop on", he almost ordered me.

I do as he says, holding tight at his waist, before he loudly starts the engines.

Once we got at his place, the entire afternoon has been about complaining about getting ready, fix my school sleepy face, and most importantly, what I should wear.

I open the bag that I brought with me, where I just find causal clothes and books.

I walk towards the closet that I used during the weekends here at James'... and here we go. A few dresses and a pair of shoes that I probably wore twice, which I left here "just in case".

I quickly walk towards the bathroom to change myself and get ready for the night, spending almost an hour in there.

I could hear James' heavy steps on the other side of the door.

“Y/N?! You've been in there for an hour, are you ready now?"

His tone is heavy and deep, and definitely annoyed, he hated to wait for me this long. I ignore him and I open the door getting out of the bathroom still in my underwear, I walk for the closet to pick what to wear.

James looks at me with a smirk, his blue eyes glinting with amusement as he leans against the wall watching me rummage through the dresses.

"Still pissed, huh?" he asks, his deep voice cutting through the tension. He takes a swig of his beer from the bottle that he was holding in his hand.

“Pick something nice. We gotta look good tonight", he adds, his gaze roaming over my exposed curves appreciatively.

"I like that red one. The one you wore to that charity thing last year", he says, pointing with the bottleneck a crimson dress hanging in the closet. "It showed off your ass real nice", he exhaled through a grin.

"Fuck, you look hot in red."

He steps closer to me, placing his hand on the lower part of my back, pulling me close to him.

He leans in and starts kissing my neck, his mustache tickling my skin as he presses his lips against my bare skin.

"I missed you, ya know", he murmurs against my skin.

“Missed your tight little body. Missed fucking you", he growls lowly, making my entire body burn at that comment.

"Come on baby, get dressed. I wanna take my girl out tonight", he says before giving my ass a sharp smack.

"And don't keep me waiting.", he warns as he stepped back out of the room, leaving me to get ready.

James was already waiting by the car when I emerged from the house, his tall frame leaned casually against the black vehicle.

He straightened up as I approached, his eyes roamed over my body appreciatively. The dress hugged my curves in all the right places, the hem stopping mid-thigh to show off my toned legs. His gaze lingered on the plunging neckline that revealed a tantalizing peek of my cleavage.

He stepped forward and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close to him. His other hand reached up to tilt my chin, his calloused thumb brushing over her lower lip.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous.", he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. "Gonna be the hottest chick there tonight," he said, his eyes darkening as he leaned in closer. "And all mine.” He growled possessively before capturing my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth to claim me thoroughly.

After a long moment, he pulled back, leaving me breathless.

He opened the car door for me, ushering me inside the luxurious interior before sliding in himself. As we pulled out of the driveway, he reached over to rest his hand high up my thigh, his pinky finger teasing the hem of my dress.

As we arrived at the event, a flurry of flashbulbs erupted around us as photographers eagerly snapped pictures of James, while he kept me close, his arm wrapped protectively around my waist as he guided me through the crowd and into the venue.

Inside, the atmosphere was electric, with people from all walks of life mingling and celebrating the power of music. His demeanor shifting from the possessive lover to the charismatic rockstar. He introduced me to various industry professionals, his hand never leaving my back.

As the night went on, James stayed close to me, his eyes rarely leaving me. He made sure to keep my glass full for the whole night. Whenever a man approached me, he would step in, inserting himself into the conversation and making it clear I was off-limits.

The time for the awards has come, I sit next to him and his band in front of the stage where they will perform and eventually receive their awards.

His hand resting on my bare leg,

squeezing it a little bit, while my fingers rubbed his big arm.

As the lights dim down, I decide to move closer to him, playing the little game he loves the most.

“You know… you treated me awfully this week.”

I whisper in his ear sensually, he turns to look at me, amused by my tone.

“Mhm? I’m sorry then.”

A smirk appears on his face, his tongue licks his lips when his sight locks with mine.

“Yeah, you should be.”, I say moving back on my seat.

“Should I?”, he continues lowering his voice as soon as someone on the stage started speaking.

“Yes…”, he moves closer, his large fingers slowly lifting up my dress, reaching for the inside of thigh.

My breath got stuck in my throat.

“You’ll be this mad the entire night then?”, he whispers in my ear, his breath caressing my soft neck skin.

“Probably… maybe you can change my mind, you should try.”

I provoke him, I could tell that he loved it. While he kissed my jawline, his fingers start tracing little circles on my skin moving, closer and closer to the lace of my panties.

“Maybe like this?…”, he quietly asks, making me breathe heavily at his touch after I didn’t feel it since almost a week ago. I could feel his fingers moving my panties on the side, finally touching me. I gasp of the feeling his bare hands on me, his touch moves closer to my clit, rubbing it softly.

“You missed this, didn’t you?”, he asks, making me nod desperately, I couldn’t say anything, I could just bite my lip. I was already breathless, and overwhelmed about the context, the people around us, James next to me and his hand between my legs.

“You touched yourself like this during these days without me, didn’t you?”

His heavy tone was so turned on that the movements on my clit worked faster, making me escape a low moan.

“Answer me, baby.”, he demanded.

“Yes…” I reply, almost in a whisper.

“Good girl.”

He smirks, knowing damn well I always do it thinking about him.

After placing another small kiss on my neck, his hand moves back a little bit, before suddenly sliding two fingers in my already wet walls.

I moan trying to keep it as quiet as I can. With his other hand, he fixes the erection in his pants, without drawing the attention of his bandmates sitting on his left.

I turned to face him, pressing a weak kiss on his lips.

“Keep going James… please”, I begged him, biting my lips, my eyes slightly closed as I felt the motion of his fingers grow faster, pressing deeper inside of me, while he kept rubbing my clit with his thumb.

“Come for me baby, come for me.”, he whispers before biting my earlobe. I kept my moans low as he spoke with his hot voice, sensual and full of passion.

The moment that he curls his strong two fingers deeper inside me, faster and harder, my throbbing walls started tightening around them, he kisses me again to block the loud moan that was escaping my mouth, pressing his tongue deep in my mouth, intertwining with mine, as I reached the climax of pleasure.

He slowly moves away, a grin on his lips. Moving away from my core, caressing one more time my trembling legs, he reached for his mouth, sucking the fingers that were earlier inside of me, tasting them.

Before he got announced on the stage with his band he turned to look at me one more time, whispering in a cocky smile.

“Am I forgiven now?”

hello!! welcome to my blog!! i finally decided to open one. this is my first one shot, i hope you like it!

-mel

well…🫦

haven’t posted in forever but i just found this and felt the need to share!

us ngl

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

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

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

-am writing the other requests too btw xx-

Long Distance Lust

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

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

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

—Third person POV—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—Y/N’s POV—

Four days later.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-mel

Fill the Void

Description: 1991, during the recordings of the Black Album, you help your boyfriend James to come up with something more intriguing.

(inspired by the series “the idol”)

warnings: smut, fingering, oral sex (f receiving)

“You're the one, you're the only one

Baby girl, we could both have fun

Oh, I choose you to fill your void, yeah”

-“Fill the Void”, by The Weeknd & Lily Rose Depp

The time seemed to be frozen inside that recording room, where the entire band felt impossible to compose new riffs and write new lyrics for the upcoming album.

Hours have passed, and for some reason, James couldn't get into the lyrics of one of the songs, he didn't feel it as his own.

"You seem a little stuck on the outro", says Lars from the console, right outside the noise proof studio where James was trying to record the vocals, after working on it endlessly.

James sighs heavily, running a hand through his blonde hair. He squints his blue eyes as he looks over at Lars, his expression a mix of frustration and annoyance.

"Nah man, it's not just the fuckin' outro. I'm just not feelin' it, y'know?", James replies gruffly, his voice rough from repeatedly trying to nail his verse.

“I gotta figure this shit out, it’s been hours already, we gotta finish this fucking song.”, he says in frustration, rubbing his face with his hands, stretching his tall frame. The handlebar mustache and overgrown goatee twitch as he clenches his jaw.

"Maybe we just need to take a break for a bit. Clear our fuckin' heads."

James exits the recording room, opening the door loudly, grabbing a beer from the nearby cooler, cracking it open and taking a long swig. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, burping softly.

"This song's got me fucked up, man. I can't seem to find the right... vibe, ya feel me?" He says, gesturing vaguely with the beer can.

James paces around the small recording space, his boots thudding against the floor. He knows they need to get this album done, but he refuses to put out something that doesn't feel authentic.

"I just need to get outta the fuck outta this room for a bit." He mutters, more to himself than towards Lars.

James takes another long pull from the beer, feeling the cool liquid slide down his throat. He knows they'll get there, eventually. But for now, he just needs a break.

Even more time passes by, he spent hours trying and trying his vocal part, for what seemed a thousands times. There was nothing to do, James couldn't feel the song, the lyrics that he wrote himself didn’t feel like they were his, something was missing.

Now, 11pm, with hands in his hair and frustration in his eye, James fucked up the outro of the song once again, making Lars and the producers sight heavily.

"Look man, it's really late now, maybe you have to rest. You tried this shit for the whole day now...", Lars spoke through the microphone from outside the room where James was standing.

James clenches his fists, his face turning red with frustration. He wants to scream, to punch something and let out his frustration. James knows Lars is right, it is late, and he has been stuck at this point for way too long. But the perfectionist in him can't let it go, not until he gets it just right.

"Fuck!", James shouts, his voice echoing off the soundproof walls, glitching the audio of the microphone connected to the one that Lars was speaking with.

He starts pacing again, his boots now stomping loudly on the studio floor. "I can't fuckin' rest until I get this straight, ya hear me? We can't put out some lame bullshit!"

He leans against the wall, his head falling back as he stares at the ceiling. The fluorescent lights flicker slightly, casting a harsh glow on his angular face. James runs a hand over his short, mutton chops, tugging at the hair.

“James, it’s too late now, and it’s a Saturday. Kirk and Jason are already gone, and half of the crew too. You just have to try again on Monday”.

With a heavy sigh, he speaks into the microphone, his voice low and gritty.

"Alright, alright... fuck. I hear ya, Lars. But this shit's just not... it's not workin' for me, man."

James nods, removing his headphones and closing his audio, while all of the others in the building left for the night, except for him, who decided to stay there trying to fix the lyrics, some riffs and sing again on his own.

There was nothing left to do anymore, the outro was all fucked up, he seriously needed a break.

He stared at the phone on the wall for a few seconds holding his face with his hand.

He needed her. He needed his biggest inspiration to be there with him, the one from which all of his songs come alive.

With a quick and heavy movement, he jumped up from the couch and reached the phone. While the beeping sound was pending, he looked at the clock: 12:30am.

“Please, answer me”, he thought in his mind.

“Hello?”

A quiet almost sleepy voice answers from the other side of the phone.

"Hey, babe... Did I wake ya?" James asks, his voice now a low, gentle rumble. He tries to keep the frustration and exhaustion out of his tone, not wanting to worry her.

He starts pacing again, but this time his strides are slower, more measured. The sound of her breathing on the other end of the line is oddly soothing, a balm to his frayed nerves.

“Not at all, I fell asleep on the couch actually”, Y/N answers in a sweet calming tone. “It’s everything okay there?”

She asks now fixing herself and sitting up, so that she could talk to him better.

"I'm just... I'm havin' a tough time here with this fuckin' song, ya know? I can't get it right, and it's just... it's drivin' me nuts." He confesses, his free hand running through his hair again.

James pauses, listening to her soft murmur of sympathy. He closes his eyes, letting the sound of her voice wash over him, calming him down.

“I’m sorry to hear that… I thought you already fixed that. It’s been days by now”, she continues, making James let out another sigh.

“I didn’t... I need you here Y/N, right now…” he says firmly.

“You want me there? Oh James, it’s so late now, I-“

Y/N got interrupted by his helpless voice.

“Please…”

—Y/N’s POV—

I stay silent again, checking the clock, it’s almost 1am.

I couldn’t say no, I feel like he’s having a rough time with this song, and I want to help him.

“Yeah, all right then. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” I hang up the phone and started collecting some clothes to wear and get to him as soon as i could.

My hair is still a mess, and I soon realized once I stepped out of the house that wearing a skirt and a top wasn’t the best idea ever, due to the California’s cold night breeze, but my sleepy senses’ve been stronger then my actions at this night time.

As I arrive at the studio, the door was strangely open, someone who left the studio must’ve thought that James was supposed to do the same right after, but of course, he didn’t.

I walk through the hallway of the studio arriving at the recording room, spotting James looking up at me, his blue piercing eyes meeting mine.

The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing across his angular face. He's sitting in the recording booth, a guitar resting on his lap, a half-empty beer can on the floor beside him.

The moment he sees me, James' expression softens instantly. The frustration and exhaustion that were etched into his features a moment before quickly melt away, replaced by a gentle, almost reverent look. He stands up slowly, the chair creaking softly behind him.

James walks towards me, his tall frame unfolding with a grace that belies his rough exterior. He stops just at the edge of the open door, looking down at me with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat.

"Hey, babe", he says softly, his low and intimate voice echoing in the quiet of the studio.

"I'm glad you're here. I needed this, I… needed you", he says in my ear, tying his big arm around my waist before he reaches out his rough, calloused hand cupping my cheek. His thumb brushes gently over my skin, a tenderness that sends a shiver down my spine. James leans in closer, his breath hot on my face, faintly smelling of beer and smoke.

Suddenly, he pulls back, running a hand through his hair in a gesture of frustration. "I'm just... I'm fuckin' stuck, and I can't figure out why.” He lets out an irritated sigh.

I’ll actually go mad if I can’t get this right. And… I thought... maybe you could help me, maybe give me a new perspective."

I move towards the console in front of the recording booth, grabbing the paper sheet with the ink-written lyrics.

"I don't know James, you know I'm not really good at this.

My nervous voice is trembling, I wanna help with all of my heart.

"Sing with me then”, he says with an amused smirk on his face.

“Yeah sure.” I laugh nervously, my cheeks burn.

He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he listens to my nervous tone. He leans back against the console. The amused glint in his blue eyes softens as he realizes my hesitation.

James always catches me sing under the shower or while I do my makeup, and he always insists that my voice is perfect.

He takes a step closer to me, closing the distance between our bodies. His tall frame towers over me, but his presence is no longer intimidating. Instead, it's comforting, warm. He reaches out, his rough fingers gently tilting my chin up to meet his gaze.

"Babe, c'mon. You know your voice is fuckin' perfect. I've heard you sing around the house before, ya’ know? Under the shower... it's so beautiful." His thumb brushing over my lower lip.

"I wanna hear you sing with me, feel the music together."

He grabs my hand and leads me in the recording booth in front of the microphone, he looks around for a pair of headphones, before putting them on my head.

He sings the first part of the song, his voice low and rough, sensual, filled with a raw emotion that sends a shiver down my spine.

The lyrics are intense, it reminds me of us in some ways. Maybe that’s why he needed me here.

But as he sings, his gaze never leaves mine, connecting with me on a deeper level.

He moves away from the microphone leaving me more space now.

“Just follow the rhythm , okay? Let the music guide you, feel it in your bones.

Don't overthink it, just… be with me in this moment."

I nod nervously, helping him with one of his songs is a big responsibility. He quickly exits the booth to press the recording button on the outside console, playing the base in the headphones, before coming back next to me.

"Come on, babe. Sing with me", he says, his voice is gentle almost a whisper against my skin, he positions himself behind me holding my shoulders first.

"Let's make something beautiful together, something real and true. Just like us."

I start singing the lyrics reading it, feeling James hands on my arms and then falling down on my waist, rubbing my hips right after, his breath on my neck while he rests his chin on my shoulder, closing his eyes, now feeling the song. I gasp in the microphone at his touch feeling his hands.

James starts to sing along with me, his voice a low, sensual growl that vibrates through my body. He holds me closer, one hand sliding up my side to cup the side of my breast, his thumb brushing over the fabric of my shirt, pressing his hips against my back, making me feel what this moment was doing to him.

Lost in the moment, James lets the music consume him. He sings with a fervor he hasn't felt in a long time, the frustration of earlier finally melting away. With each word, each note, he feels a sense of release, he was getting it right.

James' hands drift lower, playing with the waistband of my skirt, his calloused fingers brushing down the bare skin of my thighs. He leans in and presses his lips against my neck, his mustache tickles my skin as he starts to place soft kisses along the column of my throat.

He takes his time, savoring my taste, the way I shiver and gasp at his touch. James' hand slides higher between my legs, pushing my skirt up as he goes, his palm kneading the soft flesh of my inner thigh. His kisses turn more insistent, more demanding, as he feels my body responding to his touch.

He gently touches my panties’ lace fabric making my mouth leave a soft moan while his teeth grazing my skin before he soothes the sting with his tongue.

James' other hand slides up my side again, under my shirt, to finally reach my perky breast. He squeezes it gently, his thumb brushing over my sensitive nipple, feeling it harden under his touch.

Lost in a haze of sensation, James continues to sing, his voice low and rough with desire. The lyrics take on a new meaning, a new intensity as he holds me close, his hardening body pressed against me.

He wants me, needs me, in a way that consumes him entirely. And as the song reaches its crescendo, James pours all of that need, all of that desire, into his kiss and touch.

His fingers slides underneath the lace of my underwear, feeling my heat. He swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he hears your moan echoing through the studio, now recorded in the lyrics.

Slowly, he starts to move his fingers again, sliding them over my sensitive and humid flesh. His touch is gentle at first, teasing, exploring. He wants to learn every inch, to hear every gasp and every moan tie with the words he wrote.

As he feels my wetness, James can't hold back a low groan, his breath hot against my neck.

I moan again letting my head fall back on his shoulder, heavily breathing.

“James…”, I whisper, my eyes rolled at the back of my head, biting my lip.

He smirks as he keeps kissing the thin skin of my neck. “Keep singing”, he says starting to rub slow circles over my clit, his touch firm and deliberate.

At the same time, he starts to rock his hips against my ass, grinding his hardening cock against me, throbbing through his jeans.

I keep singing moaning at every pause, at every words, harder, when I feel James fingers pump in and out of me.

He groans deeply in my ear as he feels my tight, wet heat enveloping his fingers. His movements speed up gradually, his thumb still rubbing firm circles over my clit. The sounds of my moans and the wet, slick noises of his fingers moving inside me fill the recording booth.

He grinds harder against my ass, his cock is now stone hard and it’s straining against the layers of clothes blocking its freedom. James' breathing grows heavier, his chest heaving against my back as he loses himself in pleasuring me.

“Keep singing for me babe, I wanna hear you”, he says in a growl, before leaving a last kiss on my neck.

During the instrumental part of the song, James moves away and stands in front of me, and suddenly drops to his knees behind me, his hands gripping my hips tightly, letting me arch my back, spreading my legs. He looks up at me with lust-filled eyes, his gaze intense and hungry. Without saying a word, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my underwear, yanking them down my legs in one swift motion.

As my panties fall to the floor of the recording room, James leans in, burying his face between my thighs, making me moan as I hold tight onto microphone in front of me.

“Don’t stop, I wanna hear your voice while I do this to you.” His voice vibrating against my sensitive flesh.

He starts to lick and suck my clit, while his hands grip my ass, spreading my cheeks apart as he delves deeper, his tongue plunging into my core. James eats me out with a fervor he's never shown before, a desperation that borders on primal. James is determined to make me cum just before the song ends, thanks of the feeling of his tongue and fingers bringing me to the pinnacle of pleasure.

I tangle my fingers in his blonde hair, pulling him closer as I moan louder and desperately.

He can sense my impending orgasm, the way my body starts to tremble and quake against his touch.

He doubles his efforts, his tongue and fingers moving faster, harder, more insistently. He wants to feel me come undone, wants to taste my release on his tongue.

"That's it, babe... Come for me.” James growls against my pussy, the vibrations of his voice against my cunt is sending me closer and closer to the edge.

And then, with a scream of his name, my body convulses, my pussy clenching and fluttering around his fingers as my orgasm crashes over me. James moans deeply as he feels my hot, slick essence on his mouth, coating his chin, as his strong hands grip firmly my ass.

He works me through my climax, his fingers and tongue never stopping their sensual assault until the last aftershock has passed.

Finally, he pulls back up, looking up at me with a smug, satisfied grin, as the base in the headphones that eventually fell off my head starts to fade away. I am speechless, this is what he meant when he said he didn’t feel the song…

He moves closer, kissing me, smacking again my ass, surely leaving his red hands prints, his tongue delivers inside my mouth tasting mine. “You’ve been perfect”, he says as he breaks the wet contact.

“Well I almost didn’t sing at all, James” I say breathless, my cheeks burn for the excitement, and sweat drips down my body.

“And that was exactly what I wanted, with the guitar solo at the end it’ll be perfect”, he says holding my hips firmly.

“James, are you sure? I mean… what about the others? It’s not your usual kind of song, I mean…” I quickly say after being interrupted by James’ hands pulling me closer again against his still hard crotch and his lips kissing me passionately. He moves an inch away from my lips, looking deeply into my exhausted eyes.

“It’s perfect Y/N, the guys will love it… I want this in the album, I want you in this song.”

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