Melyxssa - 𝕸𝖊𝖑🪩

"ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴀʏ ɪꜱ ᴡᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ, ᴅᴜᴅᴇ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴊᴀɪʟ. ᴡᴇ ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴡᴇ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ." - The Dirt, 2019

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ a life full of regrets, still a life that's been lived. ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

Bad Behavior

Description: 1989, you insist to join James at a “work meeting” where he has to discuss something about the tour, but his behavior will make the night take a bad turn.

warnings: angst, blood, curses, smut, unprotected sex, fingering.

"It's a fucking work thing Y/N!"

James shouts from our hotel room's bedroom. I slam open the bathroom door, angry as always with these kind of conversations with him.

“A party, A work thing, really James? You think I'm that stupid? A party with your fucking band and it's a work thing?"

I scoff and walk towards him, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“There will be a new agent with some people of the crew, we gotta discuss about the tour, and then the others wanted to go to this fucking club! It's not a fucking party I already told ya'!"

His deep voice raises, his neck veins pump up, making him appear even sexier.

“Lemme come with you, then.” He laughs. "Why are you laughing, James?"

He doesn't answer, but he keeps that damn cocky smile printed on his face. "God James, you act like a fucking child, I swear…” he raises an eyebrow at my words, sighting heavily.

"No, Y/N”, he simply says, I could hear the anger in his voice, he always hated the idea of me going to a club.

“Why not? You don't want your bandmates to see you with a girl that’s not a groupie or what?"

"Fuck Y/N, no! Cut that shit, I told you that they know about us.”

His hands reach his hair in frustration. “Yeah, sure” i say in a sarcastic tone, James stands up abruptly, his tall frame looming over mine as he towers above me. His blue eyes narrow, glinting with a mix of frustration and anger as he stares down at me. He runs a hand through his blonde hair, messing it up even more than it already was.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Y/N?" He growls, his deep voice rumbling through the hotel room. "I'm not hiding you from anyone, you fucking brat. I just don't want you to come to some damn club, not with all these fucking groupies and random assholes running around."

He steps closer to me, invading my personal space as his broad chest nearly brushes against mine. His jaw clenches, the light stubble on his face scratching softly against my skin.

"You have no idea what it's like out there, Y/N. People want shit from me all the time, and they don't fucking care who they have to go through to get it. I'm just trying to keep you safe, and you don't seem to get it.” James' hands reach out, gripping my upper arms tightly as he shakes me slightly. "I'm not letting you come to that damn club, end of the fucking story. Stop being so goddamn stubborn about this, would ya?" He moves back.

“I’m not a fucking child James! You don't talk to me like that, and you don't tell me what to do! I'm your girlfriend... yeah, maybe you don't even know what that means, right?" My sarcastic tone makes him turn to look at me again, he runs a hand over his face, sighing heavily as he tries to reign in his temper.

When he speaks again, his voice is lower, but no less intense.

"Don't fucking start with that girlfriend shit, Y/N. You know goddamn well that I'm just trying to look out for you."

He turns away from me, his broad shoulders slumping slightly as he stares out the window of their hotel room. The lights of the city below flicker and dance in his hooded eyes. “It’s not easy to stay with me, I’m just trying to keep ya safe… these kinds of parties, or whatever you wanna call them… they’re not the best places, not the best people.” He stops hopping for me to change my mind.

"I wanna see... I'll come with you, that's it.” And with that I run back to the bathroom to get ready, I couldn't care less about what he said, he never really introduced me to this music world, he almost never described it to me, so now I wanna see it all myself.

Once arrived at the club, James guides me among the crowd…

People pushing against each other trying to get a picture, fights in the corner of the dance floor, whores all over the place, and mostly... drugs.

“Stay next to me, all right?"

James voice reaches my ear, right before reaching his band and all the people they needed to meet tonight.

As we approach the VIP area where the Metallica crew and the new agents are waiting, the chaos of the club fades slightly. James keeps a firm grip on my hand, pulling me close to his side as he navigates through the crowded room.

Kirk, Lars, Jason and the others look up as they approach, eyeing me with a mix of curiosity and approval. James leads me to the plush leather couch, seating me next to him as he greets the agents and his bandmates.

Lars grins at James, nodding towards me.

"About time you brought her around, James. I was starting to think she was just a myth." He extends a hand to me. "Lars, nice to finally meet you properly. James here's been keeping you all to himself."

I shake his hand and then doing the same with the others. The night goes on quite well, but it all started to fade when one of the crew mates takes a little plastic bag from his pocket, taking some white powder from it and sniffing some of it.

“You want some guys?” He asks Lars and Kirk, who nod immediately and then asks Jason, that after a few seconds nodded too, and finally James, who looks at me murmuring a “damn it”.

I look at him waiting for what he obviously wanted to do.

“No man, I’m good.” James says making his band laugh.

“Come on man, just a little one” Lars says, his voice echoing in my ears. James would never do something like that, he promised me that his only problem was the alcohol “Not even your usual two lines?”, says another man.

WHAT?

“James, what the fuck?!” I snap seeing that he grabs the rolled dollar bill.

“Jesus Christ Y/N…” his sarcastic little laugh makes me go even crazier.

“You fucking liar… you lied to me!” I yell at him.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do, Y/N, uh? Tell you all the shit that I do on tour?! We are a fucking band! That’s what we do when we don’t play and we are tired! So keep it in mind, baby”

How cruel, how stupid, how arrogant… I’m always been there to support him, I came to this fucking tour with him, he kept me locked up in our rooms, on the bus every night, promising things he actually never did, and now he treats me like shit in front of his friends and crew. My eyes started to burn, tears filling my eyes. He goes to snort the substance with his nostril before I blow all the powder away.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He yells, I stand up walking away as fast as possible “Y/N come here come on!” His voice echoes behind me.

I move in among the crowd, the worst club I ever seen, before reaching the bar.

“A martini”, my soft voice breaks into the heavy music playing, making all the people at the bar laughing; yes of course… “Yeah just give me a beer then…” I say sitting on the tall chair.

I was so sad, so angry, I met James when we were teenagers, he’s always been an introvert sweet boy, but since his band became more powerful, important and loved, he changed drastically . I’m proud of his success but it scared me too, seeing him always drunk, and now knowing that all the time he came back from a night out he was probably high on some drugs too, makes me go crazy. I sat at the bar for what it seemed like hours, drinking, but fortunately I didn’t feel that bad, but James didn’t came, and that was what hurt me the most…

I stand up from the chair heading towards the exit, immediately the cold air hits my skin, I need a taxi. I look around but all I could see were people throwing up on the street, people making out, some prostitutes, men smoking and drinking.

“Hey, are you alone?” A man asked from behind me, tall almost as James, long dirty brown hair, sweat falling down his forehead, a few golden teeth appearing on his amused smile, dilated pupils, and clothes that seem he’s been wearing for a week. I ignore his question stepping away, but he doesn’t seem to care since he follows me.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart… are you alone?” His eyes studying me.

“No, I’m waiting for someone, actually.” My tone is cold, firm, hoping he will leave me alone, but of course that wasn’t his goal.

“I saw you at the bar earlier… you’ve been waiting for a long time by now.” He moves closer, a hint of darkness in his voice.

“I said that I’m waiting for someone, so you can go now, thank you.” I start to feel more irritated by his presence, he laughs softly, his teeth light up in the dark of the night.

“You know I have a few friends down there that may like your company too.” He keeps moving closer, his fingertips rubbing my arm. “This street is full of women, you can look for one of them, I don’t work here… and stop touching me for fuck sake!”

I tried to act a strong as possible with such an asshole, I can’t deny that I was more scared than ever, and I could see from his eyes that he liked it, a lot.

“Maybe I can keep you all for myself then… let me take you home with me.” I start to tremble at his words.

“I said no!” I find the force to say it looking at his eyes.

“I say yes… I bet you love when men treat you like this, am I right?” He suddenly grabs my arm pulling me closer to him, I try to pull away from his grip but the fear in my flesh was overtaking me.

“Leave me alone!” My nails bury in his skin trying to free my body from him.

“Stupid slut” he murmurs pulling me. In that exact moment I hear the club door behind us suddenly open with such a strength that echoes in the air. I look at the man one more time before seeing a punch hitting his face with such a speed that makes his grip free my skin, I was so confused everything was happening in a few seconds, I close my eyes putting on focus the scene that was happening in front of me. James came, he punched repeatedly the man in his face that started to bleed covering all his face. I see the band coming out of the door too, Jason runs towards James trying to pull him away from the man that was now almost lying on the ground.

“James stop!” I shout in panic.

“Man stop! You are gonna kill him!” Jason adds finally pulling James away, his right hand covered in dark deep purple, his knuckles bleeding, there was anger in his eyes, so much anger that I never seen before. He looks at me, his eyes dark and deep, mine full of tears and fear, he quickly steps closer cupping my face in his big hands.

“Are you okay?! Did he touch you?! Did he hurt you, Y/N?!” he searches for any marks or any bruises, anything that could answer his questions, I was so scared that I couldn’t even find the words.

“Answer me Y/N!” He was so worried and angry “I’ll fucking kill him if he did so, Y/N, I swear, I’m still in time!”

My eyes wide open at his words “James calm down, he only pulled me like you saw, I’m not hurt I swear, I just got scared.”

My words rapidly leave my mouth, scared that something else could happen. He pulls my face closer kissing me roughly and desperately.

“That’s all my fault, I’m sorry” he says among the kisses.

“It’s okay James, it’s okay-“ he cuts me off.

“It’s not, Y/N, don’t even say that. He could have do something to you, more then just pulling you, and that was my fault and of those fucking drugs I didn’t tell you about.” I stay quiet at his words.

“Hey man, we gotta go now, the manager called the cops for this asshole” Kirk interrupts. James nods grabbing my hand guiding me towards the car.

The ride back at the hotel is silent, none of us dared to say something, only Lars saying some stupid shit to break the tension, who received a dirty look from the only one who was actually listening to him. James keeps his sight out of the window, his hand still bleeding.

As soon as we arrived at the hotel room James heads towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him, I could hear the shower sound echoing in the bathroom, while I sit on the edge of the bed still dressed up. I sight, before starting to undress.

I go and open the bathroom door to find his muscular figure washing his head nervously under the hot water. I look at him for a few seconds before opening the glass door and joining him. He was so angry, so nervous, some blood dripped down his body while his head was still under the water. He probably noticed me but didn’t want to make it obvious. I move closer from behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and lying my head on his hot wet define back.

James's body tenses slightly as he feels my arms around him. He takes a shuddering breath, trying to reign in his anger and frustration.

Slowly, he turns around to face me, his hooded blue eyes searching mine with a mix of concern and guilt.

"Fuck, Y/N... I'm so fuckin’ sorry about what happened." His large hands come up to cup my face, thumbs brushing away the lingering tears from my cheeks. "I should have never let you go out there alone. I knew better than to think you'd be safe in that shithole."

He pulls me closer, his wet body pressing against mine as the shower rains down on us. His grip on my face tightens slightly, his jaw clenched with emotion.

"I swear to fucking god, if that bastard had hurt you... if he'd touch you in any way..." He trails off, unable to even finish the thought, his anger spiking once again.

James leans down, resting his forehead against mine as he seeks to calm himself.

One of his hands slides down to the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my wet hair as he holds me close. The other hand slides down to the small of her back, pulling me even tighter against him. "I can't lose you, Y/N. I can't fucking lose you because of my stupid mistakes. I promise you... I'll never put you in danger like that again."

"It's okay, it's all gone now, I'm okay and you are okay.” I kiss him while his hands grabs my waist pulling me closer to his naked body.

James kisses me back with a fierce intensity, pouring all his pent-up emotion and relief into the passionate embrace. His hands roam my curves, gripping my hips tightly as he pulls me flush against his muscular, dripping wet body.

He breaks the kiss briefly, his ragged breath hot against my lips as he speaks.

"It's not okay, Y/N. It'll never be okay if you're ever in danger because of me." His voice is low and rough with emotion. "But fuck, I'm just so goddamn glad you're safe. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you."

His lips find mine again in a bruising kiss, one hand sliding up my back to tangle in my hair, gripping it tightly as he holds me in place. The other hand slides down to cup my ass, squeezing the supple flesh as he grinds his hips against mine.

James's kiss turns more demanding, more urgent as he seeks to lose himself in my warmth and softness. He needs to feel me, to confirm with every touch and caress that I’m really okay.

James swallows my gasps with another searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim my mouth with a desperate hunger. His hands roam my curves greedily, mapping out the dips and swells of my body as if committing them to memory.

He walks them backwards until my back hits the cool tile wall of the shower. His hips press against mine, pinning me in place as he grinds his growing arousal against my center. James's mouth trails kisses along my jaw and down the column of my throat, pausing to suck and nip at the sensitive skin. He's driven by a primal need to mark me, to stake his claim and erase any lingering fear or thoughts of that bastard who dared to touch me.

One hand slides up to cup my breast, thumb and forefinger plucking at the hardened peak as he kneads the soft mound. The other hand slides between my thighs, fingers brushing teasingly over my pussy.

"Tell me you're mine, Y/N," James growls against my throat, his voice rough with desire and possession. "Tell me no one else can ever fucking touch you like this. Only me." I smile at his words making me feel loved and safe.

“I’m all yours James.” I say softly closing my eyes at his touch. James's eyes darken with lust at my soft, a low groan rumbling in his chest. His fingers dip between my thighs, stroking through my slick folds and finding it already wet and ready for him.

"Fuck, Y/N..." he growls, his voice thick with desire. "You're so fucking perfect. So goddamn beautiful, and all mine."

He captures my lips in another searing kiss as he lifts me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist. His hard, thick length prods against my entrance, the head catching on my opening with each grind of his hips.

James breaks the kiss to look into my eyes, his own blazing with intense emotion and need. "I love you, Y/N. I fucking love you so much it hurts."

With one powerful thrust, he sheaths himself inside me, filling and stretching me completely. He stills for a moment, his forehead resting against mine as he savors the feeling of being one with me once more. I moan loudly closing my eyes, feeling his suddenly thrust pushing into my core.

James groans deeply as he feels my tight, wet heat enveloping him. He starts to move, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in, setting a hard, fast pace that echoes loudly in the tiled shower.

One hand grips my hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he holds me in place for his deep, powerful thrusts. The other hand slides up my body to palm my breast, rolling and kneading the supple mound as his thumb and forefinger pluck at the stiff peak.

He buries his face against my neck, hot breath fanning over my skin as he pants and growls with each thrust. His hips snap against mine, the force of his movements pushing me up the wall slightly.

James's control starts to slip, his movements becoming more erratic and desperate. He's chasing his release, driven by the primal need to claim and possess me. His heart pounds in his chest, sweat dripping down his muscles as he takes me with a wild abandon.

"I fucking need you, Y/N" he rasps, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his climax. "Come with me, baby. I want to feel you come around my cock. Let go for me, baby”.

His hand leaves my breast to slide between our joined bodies, his fingers finding my sensitive clit. He rubs the swollen nub in tight, hard circles, determined to push me over the edge. James's hips piston faster, the head of his cock kissing my cervix with each deep, driving thrust. The wet, obscene sound of our skins slapping against each other fills the shower, mingling with our harsh pants and moans.

"Fuck, Y/N, you feel so fucking good" he grits out, his jaw clenched tight.

His fingers rub faster over my clit, pressing down harder as he feels my start to tighten around him. James buries his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin as he hilts inside me one last time.

"Now, Y/N. Fucking come now," he demands, his deep voice rumbling through my body as his own release crashes over him. His cock throbs and pulses inside me as he spills his hot seed deep in my core, painting my walls white.

"Fuck yes, just like that baby" James praises, his voice low and rough as he feels my walls clench and quiver around him.

He keeps rubbing my clit, working me through my intense orgasm as he grinds his hips against mine, stirring his release inside me. James kisses along my neck and jaw, his hands roaming my curves reverently.

Finally, he stills, his softening length still nestled deep inside me as he holds me close. James rests his forehead against mine.

He cups my face in his hands again, thumbs brushing over my cheeks tenderly as he gazes into my eyes.

"I meant what I said, Y/N. I fucking love you. More than anything in this world..."

I smile at his words, completely breathless, his eyes deep still dark but full of love this time.

James leans in to capture my lips in a slow, deep kiss with the dance of our tongues and the gentle caress of his hands on my skin.

"Never forget that.”

-mel

That zipper can’t handle Papa Het!

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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-mel

Go Go Dancer - Part 2

part 1 here

warnings: smut, public sex, unprotected sex, fingering

The time passed quickly, James’ big arms stayed wrapped around my waist for the whole night, pulling me closer to him, feeling his warm chest against my back, his heavy breaths and low growls tickling my skin at every movements.

My eyes slowly open, the late day’s light against the walls of the hotel room, giving a cozy ambience. Messed up white bed sheets are covering my naked body, clothes all over the room, my purse half opened on the floor, signs on the wall caused by the headboard smashing on it the night before. I turn on my left side seeing James still asleep on his stomach, keeping an arm under his pillow resting his head on it, while half of his blond hair covers his face. The sheets covering his body’s lowest part, only leaving his back exposed to the sunrays highlighting his toned muscles.

I look at the clock next to the bed: 3pm. My shift starts earlier tonight and I need to be at my place to get ready. I slowly try to shift out of the bed to collect my clothes, suddenly feeling a warm big arm wrapping my waist pulling me back on the mattress.

“Where ya’ goin’?” James’ low and sleepy voice asks me, his eyes still closed.

“I have work tonight James”, I answer him while his grip tensed.

“No ya’ don’t”, he says with a cocky smile. I roll my eyes scoffing at his words.

“Yes I do James, I gotta go.” I try to move away from his arm but he pulls me again closer to him, while his eyes open.

“Stay with me tonight.” His hand moves to my face fixing some hair falling on my eyes.

“What for?” I ask him trying to ignore his intimate touch on my skin.

“I have a show… I want you with me.” I laugh at his words, he doesn’t respond at my reaction, he just stares at me for a few seconds instead. Then he gets up from the bed, revealing his fully naked tall and toned body, before disappearing in the bathroom for about ten minutes, leaving me alone on the bed waiting for him.

What does he really want from me? I mean, he just invited me to go to his concert with him… was this just a simple fuck? Maybe he wants me to be his “personal girl”? My overthinking was filling my head, making me go crazy… maybe he really likes me, and wants to really know me… or maybe not… he doesn’t even really know me at all, he was probably drunk last night, he didn’t really mean those words, and I didn’t blow his mind as he described…

My thoughts got interrupted by the bathroom door opening, revealing James figure coming back into the room, with his shiny body caused of the wetness on his skin, a towel around his waist and another one in his hands while drying his blonde mullet. I observe his movements, the heavy breaths he takes while he quickly rubs his hair removing the water from it, how he throws the white towel on the chair before reaching me, climbing on the bed. His lips move on my exposed bare legs, then he positions himself between them as he keeps kissing my skin, my collarbone, then my neck.

Finally they meet my lips with his “Ya’ slept well?”

He whispers on my mouth, my breath stuck in my throat earring his deep voice vibrating on my soft skin, giving him a “Mh mh” as a respond. James smirks at my meek response, his blue eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and desire as he looms over me on the bed. He leans in closer, his rough, stubble-covered jaw lightly grazing my soft cheek, his warm breath tickling my ear.

"Mhmm, ya' did, didn't ya?" He murmurs huskily, his large hand slowly trailing up my bare thigh, his calloused fingers leaving goosebumps in our wake.

"Ya' got me all worked up Y/N. Hope ya' know what that means, huh?"

His hand reaches up to tuck a damp strand of hair behind my ear, his fingertips lightly brushing against my neck, feeling my pulse quicken at his touch. James chuckles darkly, his voice a low, sensual rumble in his chest.

He captures my lips in a hungry, demanding kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth to claim me, to possess me, leaving me breathless and wanting more. His hands roam my curves greedily, squeezing and caressing, stoking the flames of my desire.

James inhales sharply through his nose as my fingers rake through his damp, tousled hair, my touch sending electric sparks across his sensitive scalp. A low, approving growl rumbles in his chest as I pull him flush against me, our bare skins melting together, the dampness from his shower seeping into the sheets.

His strong arms encircle my waist, crushing my soft curves against the hard planes of his chest and abdomen. His hips grind slowly against mine, the evidence of his erection pressing insistently against my thigh through the thin towel wrapped around his waist.

James' large, calloused hands begin to explore my body with a newfound hunger, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. He squeezes the supple flesh of my hips, my ass, my breasts, his fingertips digging into my soft skin possessively. He nips and sucks at the column of my throat, his stubble rasping against my delicate flesh, no doubt leaving marks of his desire. He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down the sharpe curve of my neck, his voice a low, seductive rasp against my ear.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful, it drives me crazy”, then pressing his forehead against mine. I meet his eyes looking at him through my long lashes. His pupils are dilated with desire, the deep cerulean irises swirling with a maelstrom of emotions - lust, possessiveness, adoration, and something more primal, something almost feral.

He reaches up, his rough, calloused fingers tenderly brushing a stray lock of hair from my face, tucking it gently behind my ear. His thumb traces the delicate curve of my cheekbone, the pad of his finger lightly grazing the sensitive skin just below my eye. He leans in closer, until our noses are nearly touching, his breath mingling with mine.

“Stay with me tonight...” he whispers, his warm breath tickling my skin while his his other hand slides down to the small of my back, pressing me even closer, eliminating any remaining space between our bodies. He rolls his hips into mine, the hard, insistent length of him pressing against my core, separated only by the thin, damp fabric of the towel.

“Say yes” he continues, his voice is low, an intimate rasp, a strong tone, meant only for my ears.

“But… I don’t even have my clothes here”, I protest, but of course he couldn’t care less about those words, he suddenly stands up again quickly checking the clock before speaking.

"Come on, I know a place where you can find something to wear." He reaches out a hand to me.

“But-“, he shuts me pulling me, making the sheets falling from my body.

“Get ready” he says spanking my ass.

After we both dressed up, he reaches for my hand grabbing it for the all time while guiding me to his driver’s car to bring us to a store that was not too far away from his hotel, telling him where he wanted to go. After a few minutes of silence in the backseats he leans closer.

“I know the owner” he says smirking.

“Oh yeah? How many girls have you been a stylist for?” I joke laughing while keeping my eyes locked out of the window, feeling him getting closer again.

“Just one”.

The shop had black and pink furnitures inside, dresses, lingeries, heels all off the place. Fortunately for James, not a lot of people were inside, just a few girls running towards the dressing rooms with a bunch of things in their hands. I walk through the shelfs looking around to see if there is something for me and for the night with him.

“I don’t know what I should pick”, my voice trembles a bit, and the embarrassment shows on my cheeks, it has never happened before that a random rockstar pops up in your life during a work night, and suddenly seems to be so obsessed with you.

“Choose a dress, something, for the show tonight.” He steps closer behind me leaning down at my height “Something for your body...” He says in the most sensual voice whispering in my ear. “Try that one” he points at short back dress in the corner of the room.

“For your concert?” I scoff looking around for a second choice.

“Yes, that’s perfect”, he replies proud of his decision.

“It’s literally see-through, James… I use those kind of dresses while I work.” He smirks, a hint of jealously in his eyes.

“You will wear it for me. And you will stay in the backstage and VIP pit anyway, so I can keep an eye on you.” With a wink and loud slap on my ass he goes towards the dress grabbing it, making a hint with his head letting me know to go towards the dressing room.

I enter the small pink and black room, a huge, kind of princess-y mirror hanging on the wall, with a black leather couch right next to it. James reaches over to give me the dress moving even closer, wanting to join me while changing.

“No… you wait here”, my phrase teases him, rolling his eyes he glances at the girls in a few dressing rooms next to mine, grabbing his sunglasses and putting them on.

“Be quick” he says sitting in manspread position right out of the door.

While changing my mind keeps traveling with the most paranoid questions ever, wanting deeply inside of me that this won’t be just a few days’ fling; I heard about him and some girls that he dated before, pretty simple ones, but apparently he didn’t treat them in the best ways possible, like he’s doing with me.

I look at myself in the mirror, the dress highlights every inch of my body, the almost transparent black fabric showing my skin under it, every curve is exposed. Maybe not a dress for a concert but James’ taste ain’t that bad. I unlock the door, showing him how I look.

James stood up from the couch, taking off his sunglasses and looking at me up and down with a satisfied smirk. His blue eyes darkened with lust as they roamed over my curves, the transparent black fabric leave little to no imagination. He lets out a low whistle of approval.

"Fuck, you look... incredible", James growls, his voice husky with desire. He steps closer, reaching out to trail a finger along my exposed collarbone, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

"I knew that dress would be perfect on you."

James's gaze lingers on my cleavage, the swell of my breasts threatening to spill out of the low cut dress. He swallows hard, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. When his eyes finally meet mine, they’re filled with a fierce, almost possessive intensity.

His hand sliding down to rest on the small of my back. He pulls me flush against him, letting me feel the hardness in his ripped jeans.

"You’re gonna drive me crazy tonight."

James leans in, his stubble brushing against my cheek as he nuzzled into my neck. I could feel his breath hot on my skin as he inhaled my scent, a low groan rumbling in his chest. His voice a dark promise against my ear.

"I'm not letting you out of my sight, I want to look at you while I'm on stage."

With that, he captures my lips in a searing kiss, his mustache tickling my skin as he plundered my mouth with his tongue, without bothering of the girls a few meters away from us; I break the kiss looking at them with a side eye.

“James…”, my voice almost a whisper against James’ wet lips. He follows my sight, he pushes me back inside the dressing room, James kicks the door shut behind him, pinning me against the pink and black striped wall of the cramped dressing room. His large frame engulfs me, one hand gripping my hip possessively while the other cups my jaw, tilting my face up towards his.

"Fuck, I can't control myself around you." James growled, his voice ragged with lust. He crashed his lips against mine in a bruising kiss, his mustache scratching again my skin as he licked into my mouth, his tongue dominating mine.

His hand slides from my hip to grope my ass, squeezing the flesh hard as he ground his denim-clad erection against my core. He swallows my whimper, deepening the kiss with a low groan.

Breaking away, James attacks my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin, no doubt leaving marks.

"You taste even better than you look", he pants against my throat, his hot breath making my skin prickle.

His fingers found the zipper of my dress, tugging it down in one swift motion. The flimsy fabric slipped off my shoulders, pooling at my feet, leaving me in just my panties. James drank in the sight of my naked body, his eyes dark and hungry.

"I fucking want ya’”, his voice a sinful rasp. His hand slid up my thigh, his fingers brushing teasingly against my clothed pussy, making me escape a low moan.

“I need to feel you again Y/N”, he says capturing my gasps kissing my lips as his hands fumbled with his belt buckle. He broke away just long enough to yank the leather strap through the loop, the sound echoing loudly in the small dressing room.

His jeans were already unbuttoned, his erect cock straining against the denim, the outline clearly visible. He grabbed my thighs, hoisting me up and wrapping my legs around his waist as he pinned me harder against the wall. The rough bricked wall scraped against my bare back, a contrast to the heat of his body.

James's calloused fingers slid under my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh as he ground his cock against my lace-covered cunt. The thin fabric dampened with my arousal, clinging to your swollen folds.

My overthink keeps haunting my mind, a thousands of questions pop up while he claims me, and he surely notices it. His grip tightening on my ass.

"Tell me you want it too Y/N, tell me that you want me as much as I want you.” He says desperately and breathless.

“James I…” I can’t even find the right words.

“I want you Y/N, I want you in my life, you fucking blew my mind, and you keep doing it” he keeps kissing me while saying those words. “Admit that you want me too.”

Now his eyes lock with mine, a hand shifts on my face positioning some hair behind my ear before whispering again.

“Say it…” I bite my lip, not knowing what to say

“James… I had a thousand of man saying this, I don’t want to be your groupie for a few days, just for you to play me or something.”

He shuts my mouth caressing my lips with his thumb.

“Y/N please, I’m not fucking play with ya’, I’m dead serious… tell me you’ll give me a chance” his touch still on my lip that belied the intensity of his gaze. “Say you want me too…”

James’ voice echoes in my head for a second, my voice stuck before finding a way out.

“I do…” he smiles at me.

“That’s my good girl” he whispers on my lips. Without warning, he ripped my flimsy lace panties clean off, the scrap of fabric fluttering to the floor. His calloused fingers found my slick folds, stroking through my wetness before pushing two thick digits knuckle-deep into my aching core, he pumped his fingers in and out of my clenching heat, his thumb circling my clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves, making me moan on his lips while his tongue keeps pushing inside my mouth.

With his free hand, James fumbled with the button of his jeans, finally freeing his thick, hard cock. It sprang out, long and thick, the swollen head already weeping with pre-cum. He stroked himself a few times, spreading the slick fluid along his impressive length, positioning his cock at my entrance. With one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me, stretching me around his thick girth, my legs tighten around his waist at every strong thrust inside me.

"Fuck!" James roared, his head falling back as my walls clenched down on him like a vice. He started to move, his hips snapping forward as he fucked into me with deep, powerful strokes. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the small room, mingling with my wanton moans. He keeps pushing harder and harder, slamming my back again the wall, know probably all the store knows what is happening. He keeps on going, now faster, wanting to reach his release, grabbing my ass even harder and sinking his fingertips in its flesh, while his mouth keeps eating my neck, making me feel his growls and deep moans.

“I’m gonna cum... fuck”, his deep voice makes me gasp, it makes me go crazy, it feels like to be in one of his lyrics, surrounded by the melody of his dark and deep tone.

James's body tenses up, his fingers digging into my soft skin as he slammed into me one last time. A guttural roar tore from his throat as his cock pulsed and throbbed inside me, painting my walls with thick ropes of his warm seed.

"Fuck, Y/N!" James bellowed, his voice echoing off the dressing room walls as he found his release. His hips jerked and stuttered, grinding against mine as he emptied himself deep inside my spasming cunt.

My pussy clenches and flutters around his shaft, milking every last drop of his cum. James's head fell forward, his forehead resting against mine as he caught his breath. His chest heaved, his sweat-slicked skin glistening in the dim light. James's hand slid up my side, cupping my face, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. He captured my mouth in a slow, deep kiss, a stark contrast to the rough fucking of moments before.

When he finally broke away, James's eyes met mine, his gaze intense and sated. A small, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Let’s go, grab the dress. We gotta get ready for the show”, he winks at me before getting out of the dressing room, all the girls there looking at him giggling and whispering things.

The night came quickly, and as we arrive James leads me through the bustling backstage area of the venue. He kept me close, one arm wrapped possessively around my waist, as if he was afraid I might disappear in the sea of people milling about. Nervously walking with him, I try to avoid the fact that all the staff was looking at us, past roadies hurrying with equipment and groupies lounging on couches, waiting for their chance with the band. He ignores everyone, but kept me moving towards the private lounge reserved for Metallica, finding the guys getting ready for the show.

I was disoriented in here, feeling like I’m living every girl’s dream, after quitting a job that was gonna ruin me on the long run, thanks to a rockstar that I barely even know, but that feels like the most passionate and amazing man that I have ever met in my entire life.

The men’s eyes analyze my figure standing there in their private room.

“Meet Y/N”, James says reaching for a beer can on the table.

“Yeah, the stripper! We already know her man, you talked about her for the all day after the night at the club”, Lars says jokingly.

“Watch it, dick”, James’ voice makes Lars’ cocky smile fade away. “I mean it.” He continues while keep looking at the drummer.

“You know Y/N, you are the reason that James wanted to add some last minute dates here in New York”, Kirk’s sweet voice breaks the tension between the others, making me blush at his admission.

“Two minutes on stage” a random man enters the room to inform them, they all grab their instruments quickly and get out of the room.

“Come on”, James grabs my hand guiding me towards the VIP pit, before kissing me.

“God, you are gorgeous”, he says in his deep warm tone. “I’ll watch you from up there, wait for me.”

And with a last wink, he runs on stage with his guitar, reaching for his bandmates, and with a nod to each other, they launched into their first song. The crowd erupted, a tidal wave of sound crashing over the stage.

James was a different man out here, his confidence and charisma were amplified under the hot lights. He worked the crowd like a seasoned pro, his voice raw and powerful as he belted out the lyrics. His fingers flew over the guitar strings, the heavy metal riff reverberating through my bones. As the song reached its crescendo, James turned to look at me, his eyes locking with mine, making all the overthinking fade away.

-mel