Latest Posts by melyxssa - Page 2

random screenshots from yet another rewatch "a year and a half in the life of"

That zipper can’t handle Papa Het!

Guns N’ Roses win the Michael Jackson video vanguard award, VMA 1992 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

I noticed it‘s quiet here on tumblr. Browsing through my drafts to post some gifs.

Where are you beautiful girls?

the look after he says master WOW I NEED THAT

iconic

me and mybff (party girlz)

mine! creds are not necessary, but i’d appreciate them. ★彡

how i used to comunicate during my university exams session:

this era…>>

METALLICA　1992.

remember when kirk and lars became the first male lesbian couple

when you’re in a silliness competition and your opponent is kirk hammett

all pictures go to their rightful owners

my daily eye makeup

so pretty!! feat. my dog (couldn’t add another animal shhhh)

@riplqu @w-il-rock @ilovepapahet @loveddtodethhh @villainsapologist @kirksfangrl

Pinterest tag game

I forgot who I got tagged by but thank you whoever it was lmao ❤️

first pin that shows up on your Pinterest when you search animal, hobby, tattoo, and celebrity crush.

I have decided to tag: @metallicames @suzdin @boydholbrook-fan @ilovewhiteroses @90shetfield @metalmaidenn @wizard-on-whales @mxtal-up-ur-ass and whoever would like to play as well

well…🫦

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

skom james skom james skom james

girl…

SKOM KIRK

hiiiii, i love your stories🫶 would you consider taking requests? is there anyone in particular you wanna write about? (like kirk hehe)

thanksss<333

thank u sm xx i love kirk too btw😋

and yes ofc i accept requests in particular about: james, kirk mostly for oneshots/imagines/stories. and the rest of metallica’s memebers i’d do headcanons kinda things i guess.

i would accept requests also about other bands members, such as: mötley crüe, gnr, megadeth… but u can ask me about other rockstars too ofc, ‘cause these are just the bands that i used to listen more, talking about metal/hard rock genre obv.

ask me anything anyway!!

-mel

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

🖕🏻

photo dump idk what to post

a dream.

₊˚༺ 80’s rock bars atmosphere ₊˚༺

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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