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KIRK HAMMETT DURING THE DAMAGED JUSTICE TOUR — MOUNTAIN VIEW, CALIFORNIA (SEPTEMBER 15TH, 1989)

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His Playboy Bunny

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His voice rose with each word, his eyes flashing.

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

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

Why won’t you trust me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nod faking a laugh while keep drinking my cocktail.

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

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

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

— Third person POV —

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

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

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

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

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

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

James rounded on Lars, eyes blazing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— Y/N’s POV —

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Guess”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, Y/N.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-mel

he's the one they call dr. feelgood ── ౨ৎ (he's gonna be your frankenstein!)

✴︎˚｡⋆ dr. feelgood, 1989

2010s New York 365 party girl indie sleaze bubblegum nightmare

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Cliff Burton —-> my bass playing angel 

Sky Ferreira & Cory Kennedy fashion week 2012

Newcastle Mayfair - September 19, 1986

David Bowie by Christian Simonpietri, Paris, 1977.

where is my rockstar husband

baby I am the rockstar

Rihanna in 2014

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

legendary guitarist

Metallica in Syracuse 4/19/25!! 🔥🔥😝😝 Love Kirk's pants, but they all look great!! 🤩🤩😉😉From Metallica.com 📸by Jeff Yeager

fifty shades of red