Melyxssa - 𝕸𝖊𝖑🪩

Because when you’re a musician you have to have a photo of you on the toilet 🚽

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

Can you write this imagine where reader is Duff's girlfriend and it's her birthday and Duff asks what she wants for her birthday and she says that she wants a threesome with him and Tommy Lee, (her best friend), and Duff says he'd be happy to grant her wish. ;)

Please make it extra long and smutty if possible🤍🤍

hiii, thank u for the request!! i spent the night on this so i hope you can like it! (added some more details too) xx

The Best Gift

warnings: smut, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex.

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝

Being friend with Tommy Lee never been the best since his band always had a lot of arguments, fights and misunderstanding with my boyfriend’s; in four years of dating Duff and six of knowing Tommy, I never been able to make a real birthday party with both bands in one room. Tomorrow will be that day again hoping to make something more organized this time including everyone after a long a tough year of their touring. Fortunately Tommy always been present despite he knew about their “bands things”. He just finished his tour and he called me almost everyday to ask how I was, how things with Duff have been doing.

“Yeah Tommy all good as always. He is finishing some dates here in California then he’ll be back home”

“So he will be back for your birthday too?”

“Yes he will, he promised me, last year couldn’t make it…”

“Yeah, asshole...”

“Tommy! If only wasn’t that difficult to have you two together for just a night...”

“That’s not my fault Y/N! if only he wasn’t that jealous, I could stay with you as much as you want… do you remember what happened at that party right?”

“Yeah yeah I remember…”

“He is so fucking lucky, that sometimes I think that he can’t even imagine how much”

“He is a good guy Tommy, as you”

“What he is gonna give you for the big day?”

“I don’t know, I don’t care about expensive gifts and stuff… but I was thinking about something knew, that doesn’t have a price…”

“What’s that?”

“You’ll find out Tommy”

Since that last conversation with Tommy a few days ago I kept thinking about the idea of including both my boyfriend and best friend in a threesome for my first birthday with both of them together and not knowing how I could ask Duff about it and how Tommy would react to such a request, but he never been the type of guy to complain about stuff like this. I missed them both since they’ve been far from the city. I wanted to fix the tension between them both, one way or another…

I hear Duff’s door house opening, I stayed here while he was finishing a few concerts before the break. His tall blonde figure enters the room, probably with all black leather clothes on, his usual messy hair, a cigarette between his lips and his brown round sunglasses. “Babe you here?” i sight nervously still overthinking about my birthday gift, while hearing his voice calling me from the living room. I stand up from the tall chair in his kitchen heading to the other room to join him. I walk towards Duff who was there waiting for me, after immediately seeing my figure his usual cocky smile appears on his lips grabbing me and lifting me up in a warm hug “Here is my girl” his soft and warm voice makes me smile thinking that finally he was home “How have you been?” I ask him still in his arms “Not bad, not bad, just a few fights with Axl, as always but we finished the dates for now, that what matters” he says putting me back on the floor “And you? did you organize everything for tomorrow?” my cheeks start to warm up at his question “Yeah… uhm… about my birthday I gotta ask you something, uhm..” He removes his glasses blowing the smoke of his cigarette “Yeah sure what’s that?” His eyes focus on me waiting for me to say something “Uhm.. I was wondering if… I could use your house to invite some friends” damn it, of course this wasn’t the question, also cause he told me like thousand times to use his house. He laughs softly “Yes babe, I already told you to do so” I nod quickly laughing nervously “Well babe if you don’t have anything else to ask me I gotta go take a shower, the trip hammered me” he kisses me before heading on upstairs.

After hearing the water of the shower stops I head towards our bedroom to take some rest and thinking… maybe that was just a bad idea, maybe I should keep this fantasy to myself… I step into room, hands in my hair totally on another planet with my thoughts, suddenly feeling Duff’s arms tying around my waist pulling my back against his still wet chest, starting to kiss my neck I can’t help to close my eyes at that feeling that I’ve missed so much “I missed you baby… I was waiting to feel your skin like this again” I smile at his words turning around to press a wet kiss on his lips while his hands reach for my waist and then falling down on my ass grabbing it roughly. He keeps kissing me, I could feel how hungry he was to from his heavy gasps and his visible erection through the towel around his waist. He lays me down on our bed behind me, pressing my wrists on the mattress on the sides of my head, his lips now on my neck kissing and sucking my soft skin, but again that request pops up in my mind “Duff?” I softly ask “Uhm?” He says against my neck “I want to do something new with you…” he smiles “Oh yeah?” His cocky tone sends me shivers down my spine “Yeah…” I answer him but he doesn’t seem to care since he starts to go even lower with his sloppy kisses "Is it something naughty? Something you think I won't like?" He chuckles darkly, rolling my nipple between his fingers. "Try me, baby. I'm in a good mood now that I'm back with my girl." Couldn’t be that difficult to ask come on “Duff… I wanna have a threesome for my birthday” he stops, looking up at me “You what? With who?” His tone is confused, I think he never excepted me to ask him such a question “Tommy…” his eyes now wide open. “"What the fuck, Y/N? Tommy fucking Lee? Your best friend? Are you out of your goddamn mind?" He growls, his voice rising in volume. "I'm not sharing you with that fucking dick, especially not for your birthday!"

"Babe babe. listen to me" I cup his face with my hands "He is my best friend I know and I know that you basically hate him and his band too, but that doesn't mean anything, it would be something new just to have fun for both of us, and I want you and him to share a time together that ain't just to hit on each other and other shits like that... it's just a dirty fantasy and you told me to tell you everything about what pops up in my mind thinking about sex..." He stares at me intensely, his jaw clenching as he processes my words. His body tenses with a mix of anger and reluctant arousal. He knows he told me to tell him everything, but this... this is pushing it.

"Y/N, I fucking love you, you know that. And I trust you, but this... sharing you with fucking Tommy Lee? It goes against every instinct I have… also knowing that he will be here tomorrow with his fucking friends…“ He says through gritted teeth. "But... if it's something you really want, and you think it would bring us pleasure, then... fuck. I guess I can't say no to you."

He leans in close, his breath hot against my face as he stares into my eyes. "But let's get one thing straight: this is a one time thing. And don't think for a second that I won't be watching every fucking second what he will do to you. He's not going to try anything funny, you hear me?" I nod, smiling at him.

The night after came, I was so exited, Duff picked the dress for me, he wanted something that could scream that I’m his girlfriend, a total black leather short dress with high heels. I enter the bathroom where he was getting ready, positioning in front of the mirror “How do I look?”. He steps back and looks at me up and down, his eyes roaming every curve of my body in my sinfully short leather dress. He can see the way it hugs my tits, my waist, my hips... even the way it rides up my thighs. The high heels complete the look.

"Fuck, Y/N... you look like a goddamn wet dream" he says, his voice rough with desire. He walks around me, taking in the sight from every angle. "That dress is doing exactly what I wanted it to; showing everyone that you're my fucking irresistible girl."

He steps close behind me, grabbing my hips and pulling me back against him. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my ass through his tight leather pants. He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. "I don't know if I want to take you right here before the party even starts, or let you tease all those other fuckers out there before I claim you in front of everyone as mine. What do you think, baby?" I laughs at his comments making my cheeks burn.

He spins me around to face him, his hands cupping my face as he stares intensely into my eyes. "You look perfect. Fuck, I love you so much. Happy birthday, Y/N. Tonight, I'm going to give you everything you want..." He captures my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me as his.

“But… don’t forget what you promised me” I say Duff pulled back from the kiss, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he remembered his promise. He gives my ass a firm squeeze, his eyes gleaming with mischief and a hint of unease.

"Oh, don't worry, baby." he said, his voice a low rumble. "I'm going to make your birthday wish come true, even if that means letting that idiot join us for a night. But don't think that I'll be letting him forget who you belong to." I roll my eyes grabbing his hand and puling him outside the bedroom “Don’t be a dick with him babe come on, we’ll have fun I promise you…. And please. Tell Axl to fight Nikki while we won’t be there”

We both head downstairs to join the other people, and Duff’s band that was already there, everybody hugs me wishing me happy birthday and then there they are Tommy, Nikki, Vince and Mick "Y/N! here she is guys!” Tommy shouts coming to hug me under Duff and his bandmates' sights. Duff's eyes narrowed as he watched Tommy approach. He could feel the jealous rage bubbling up inside him, but he tamped it down, remembering his promise. For me, he would try to play nice. For now.

Tommy pulled me into a tight hug, his hands tying around me, perhaps a bit too long on my leather-clad curves for Duff's liking. "Happy birthday, gorgeous" Tommy said, flashing that cocky grin that Duff wanted to wipe off his fucking face.

"Easy there, Tommy" Duff growled under his breath, stepping closer to me and draping a possessive arm around my waist.

Nikki, Vince, and Mick hung back, exchanging amused glances. They knew the tension between Duff and Tommy was always palpable, but tonight it was thicker than ever. Still, they were here to celebrate my birthday, not watch Duff and Tommy come to blows again.

"Alright, let's get this party started!" Vince shouted, holding up a bottle of champagne. "First thing, happy birthday, Y/N! Let's get you drunk and have some fucking fun!"

Duff tightened his grip around my waist, his eyes never leaving Tommy's. The night was young, and the threesome was still to come, but one thing was for sure Duff would be watching Tommy like a hawk to make sure he didn't cross any lines. This was my birthday wish, but Duff was determined to make damn sure Tommy knew that I was still his girl, no matter what.

A few drinks later I finally find myself alone on the couch between Tommy and Duff. Tommy laughing loudly with other people around while Duff was doing the same with Slash on his left. “Tommy?” I call him but he couldn’t hear me “Tommy?!” He turns “Oh, yes?” He asks smiling with a bottle of jack in his hand “Would you like to do something fun with me tonight?” my teasing tone makes him smile “Anything for my best friend” I wink at him standing up and giving both my hands to the two men in font of me, Tommy reaches for one without thinking twice instead of Duff that with a scoff does the same. I pull them both upstairs to the bedroom closing the door behind us. “So what do we have to do now?” Tommy asks still drinking from his bottle, I move closer to my boyfriend starting to kissing him. His lips crashed against mine in a hungry, demanding kiss, one hand fisting in my hair while the other gripped my ass possessively. He could taste the alcohol on my tongue, feel the way my body melted against his. But he knew Tommy was watching, waiting, with a surprised and amused expression on his face. So he pulled back, breaking the kiss, and turned his head to level a challenging glare at the other man.

"Don't forget, you're here because of her. You got that?" Duff snarled. Tommy just smirked, taking another swig of his Jack Daniel's. "Don't worry man, I know my place." Despite his words, there was a glint of mischief in his eyes, a hint of the troublemaker Duff knew him to be.

I look at Tommy that throws his bottle on the floor pulling me and kissing me without think twice. His hands grabbing my hips. His kisses are so different, more rough, wet, raw, fast.

Duff keeps looking at us, for a moment, he was frozen, his mind reeling. This was happening so fast, and it went against every instinct screaming at him to throw Tommy off of me and claim me as his own.

But he had made a promise, and he was determined to keep it. No matter how much it killed him inside, he would let this play out. After what felt like an eternity, Tommy pulled back from the kiss. He turned to look at Duff, a smug, self satisfied grin on his fucking face. "Happy birthday, Y/N" Tommy said, his voice a low, mocking drawl. "You taste so good”. I pull Duff closer to me again while kissing him one more time, while my right hand shifts down Tommy’s pants starting to unbutton them, finally touching his erection.

Duff's eyes widened as he sees my hand slipping down Tommy's pants, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp. At the same time, he couldn't believe how fucking hot it actually was to watch me take control, to see how turned I was thanks to the situation. His cock throbbed almost painfully against the confines of his leather pants as he watched me exploring Tommy's body with a newfound confidence and lust.

Duff could see the way Tommy's eyes darkened with lust as my hand worked in his pants, his hips canting forward slightly into my touch. He knew the feeling all too well, that desperate need to be touched, to be wanted, to be consumed by my passion. It was a heady thing, and Duff felt a thrill of dark satisfaction knowing that he had brought me to this point.

Despite the jealousy still simmering in his veins, Duff couldn't deny the sheer eroticism of the moment. Watching me come alive with lust, seeing the hunger in my eyes as I took what I wanted, was the most arousing thing he had ever witnessed. And he knew, without a doubt, that this was only the beginning.

I bend on my knees unbuttoning duff's pants too, grabbing his already hard cock, playing with it for a few seconds before focusing on Tommy's starting to suck his slowly keeping a hand on it to helping with my mouth's movements, while keep satisfying my boyfriend's with my other hand.

Duff let out a low, guttural groan as he felt my soft hand wrap around his aching cock. The sensation of my fingers stroking his thick shaft, exploring every rigid inch of him, sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through his body. He couldn't believe that he was actually enjoying it, watching me with him and another man at the same time.

The sight of me kneeling before them, my leather dress riding up to reveal more of my toned thighs, my hair tumbling around my face as I focused on pleasuring them both, was almost too much for Duff to handle. He watched, enraptured, as my head bobbed over Tommy's cock, my plump lips stretching around the thick girth of him as I took him deeper into my mouth.

At the same time, Duff could feel my hand working his shaft with skillful strokes, squeezing and caressing him in all the right ways. The dual sensations of my mouth on Tommy and my hand on him pushed Duff to new heights of arousal, his cock throbbing and leaking precum with each pass of my fingers.

Duff's breath came in harsh pants as he watched me, his eyes glued to the erotic sight of me sucking off his rival. He could see the way Tommy's head fell back in ecstasy, the way his hips rocked forward slightly, seeking more of my hot, wet mouth. It was a fucking turn on beyond belief, and Duff could feel his balls tightening, his orgasm already building in the base of his spine. "Fuck, babe” Duff growled, his voice ragged with lust. He tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding my head as I sucked Tommy, encouraging me to take him deeper. The feeling of my throat constricting around his rival's cock was incredible, the sounds the wetness was driving him crazy, and Duff couldn't wait to feel that tight heat around his own aching member.

"Birthday girl sure knows how to give a fucking incredible blowjob" Tommy groaned, now his hand fisting in my hair as he guided my movements.

"That's it, sexy” Duff growled, his voice strained with pleasure turning my head now towards his cock. "Take it all like a good girl. Show Tommy what that dirty mouth always does to me.”

Duff's hips rocked forward, fucking his cock into my mouth while Tommy keeps what I left with his hand watching us. Both of them could feel the pressure building, the heat coiling tighter and tighter in their groin as they hurtled towards his release.

Tommy let out a low moan "Fuck, your mouth felt incredible" he grunted, moving his hand faster “can't wait to feel your hot cunt wrapped around me, squeezing the cum out of my balls." Duff felt a surge of jealousy at Tommy's words, but it was quickly overtaken by the overwhelming need to claim me harder in front of him. Duff suddenly moves away pulling me up gripping my hips before pushing me on the bed leaving my ass facing him.

The leather of my dress rode up, exposing the soft skin of my thighs and the lacy edge of my panties. Duff licked his lips at the sight, his cock throbbing with anticipation.

At the same time, Tommy positioned himself in front of my face, his rigid shaft bobbing inches from my mouth. "Open wide, birthday girl" he said with a smirk, one hand fisting in my hair as he guided my head forward. I look up at Tommy, my eyes glazed with lust and desire. Without hesitation, I open my mouth and took him in, my tongue swirling around the swollen head of his cock before I sank down, taking him deeper into my hot, wet mouth.

Unable to resist any longer, Duff hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and yanked them down my thighs. The flimsy fabric tore away easily, baring my bare ass and glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. Duff groaned at the sight, hardly smacking my ass watching the supple flesh jiggle, I let escape a moan around Tommy’s cock while feeling my boyfriend’s fingers finding my dripping slit, stroking and teasing my swollen folds, he grabs my hips in a bruising grip and thrust forward, burying his thick, throbbing cock deep into my dripping pussy in one powerful stroke.

“Fuck!” Duff growls, his eyes rolling back in bliss, while my velvety walls clenched tight around his dick. So fucking wet, so ready for him, that he slid in easily despite his considerable size.

I let out a muffled scream around Tommy's cock, the sensation of Duff's thick length stretching and filling me so suddenly overwhelming. I could feel every ridge, every throbbing vein as he hilted inside me, his heavy balls slapping against my clit while he keeps thrusting harder and faster.

Tommy groaned, his grip tightening in my hair as he fucked my throat in time with Duff's thrusts. "Shit, the way her throat is squeezing my cock... it's incredible" he grunted, his hips snapping forward roughly.

Duff could only let out a feral growl in response. He was lost in the feeling of my hot, slick pussy gripping his shaft like a vice. The wet squelch of my juices filled the room, mingling with the raw slap of skin against skin and the pornographic sounds of Tommy fucking my mouth.

Duff could feel the pressure building to a fever pitch, his balls drawing up tight. The feeling of my tight, wet heat gripping his shaft, the way my body yielded to his every thrust, pushed him closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

At the same time, Tommy let out a guttural moan, his grip on my hair tightening. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum" he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. "Gonna fucking explode down your throat"

I could only moan in response, the vibrations of my throat around Tommy's cock sending him over the edge. With a loud, moan, Tommy hilted inside my mouth, his thick shaft pulsing as he shot ropes of hot, sticky cum directly down my gullet.

The sensation of Tommy's release, combined with Duff's relentless pounding, sent me careening towards my own climax. My body tensed, back arching as a powerful orgasm ripped through me. "Yes, fuck, yes!" Duff roared, feeling my pussy clench and spasm around him as I came hard on his cock.

With a loud, feral growl, Duff slammed into me one last time and held himself there as his cock jerked and throbbed, spilling wave after wave of hot, thick cum deep inside my fluttering cunt.

"Fuck, take it all, baby…” Duff commanded, his voice raw, breathless and wrecked with pleasure.

Duff's hips jerked and spasmed as he emptied his balls inside me.

Tommy slumped back, spent and satisfied, as I worked to swallow every drop of his load. Duff collapsed on top of me, his softening cock still nestled deep inside my cum filled pussy, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

“That was fucking incredible” Tommy sharp, breathless voice echoes in the room before reaching again for his bottle on the floor, while Duff laughs softly, kissing my neck, smirking on my skin “I told you that wasn’t that bad, uh?” I say to him making him roll his eyes and scoffing, he knew I was was right.

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-mel

🫦🫦🫦 seeing this in uni hurts

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.”

hiii! if you have any requests lemme know xx

-mel

fifty shades of red