Melyxssa - 𝕸𝖊𝖑🪩

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

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

-am writing the other requests too btw xx-

Long Distance Lust

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

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

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

—Third person POV—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—Y/N’s POV—

Four days later.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-mel

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2010s New York 365 party girl indie sleaze bubblegum nightmare

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

fifty shades of red

this outfit gives vampire vibes and i live for it

hiiii, sorry for the weird question lmao but could you write a smut story with kirk where he like during it he asks you to sit on his face? thank you 🫶🫶🫶🫶

hello thank u for the request!! hope u like it!!

(not too long ff)

Comics & Chill

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, 69

Lars, James and Cliff finally left the place leaving me and Kirk alone. I know they did it on purpose after noticing all the tension that always been between me and him; how he used to glance at me during their gigs, the way he always asked where I was before their practices, talking about me to the guys, his cheeks burning when James teases him in front of me. "He wants you to fuck you, I'm sure about that" James told me one day "Nah, he's just being polite" I answered "Yeah sure" he smirked, “He likes you… a lot” Cliff added.

Now me and Kirk are laying on Lars bed listening to some music while Kirk keeps talking about his new comic book that he ordered and will collect as soon as it arrives, his long curls falling softly on his shoulders with an iron maiden t-shirt and black sweatpants... I couldn't care less of what he was saying I was focus on him only. Pretending to follow what he was saying i kept looking and admiring him while talking with such enthusiasm.

“So which one do you prefer?” He suddenly asks turning to look at me waking me up from my thoughts “Mh?” he giggles at my answer “Which horror character do you prefer? This one? Or the other one from the other comic?” He ask again pointing at a green monster on the page he was reading “I don’t know, probably that one” he smiles keep talking about the characters. I sight, I can’t take this anymore… the guys left us alone for a reason and he keeps talking about his comics, I wasn’t his first crush for sure, maybe he was scared to make the first move also if we knew each other for years now… “Oh look at this! This will be available next Friday” he points on the last page referring to a new comic. I sit up fixing my hair, I look at him waiting to be noticed but he is too focus “Yeah, all right” I grab the comic putting it on the little table next to the bed. He doesn’t say anything he just watches the scene, a little bit confused. I move closer to him, crawling towards him positioning on top of him “You are so boring sometimes, you know that?” I joke, making him smile and blush, his heart rate increasing, giving me his full attention now. His hands instinctively went to my hips, gripping them gently as he gazed up at me with lust-filled eyes.

"Boring, huh? I guess I can be when I'm thinking about... other things" Kirk said with a playful smirk, his voice a bit deeper than before. He slid his hands up my sides, feeling my curves through my shirt. His eyes flicked down to my lips, then back up to meet my eyes.

Kirk leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin, Unable to hold back any longer, he captured my lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his pent-up desire and longing into the passionate embrace. A low groan rumbled in his throat as his tongue delved into my mouth, exploring every inch of my warm, welcoming part of it. Kirk's grip tightened on my back, pressing my soft breasts against his chest as the kiss deepened in intensity.

My fingers reach for his black curls playing with them; Kirk shivered with pleasure at my touch. The sensation of me pulling his hair while making out ignited a fire within him, his arousal growing with each passing second. He tilted his head, allowing me to run my fingers deeper into his hair as he continued to explore my mouth with fervent kisses.

One hand slid down to the small of my back, while the other cupped the side of my face tenderly. I feel the excitement growing inside of me too, I start to move on his now hard crotch. Kirk gasped into the kiss as he felt my hips start to grind against his rock-hard erection straining against his black sweatpants. The sudden stimulation sent a jolt of pure lust surging through his veins, his member throbbing with need.

He broke the kiss with a sharp inhale, his chest heaving and eyes dark with desire as he gazed at me. Kirk's hands gripped my hips tighter, pulling me harder against him as he bucked up to meet my grinding.

“I wanna feel you before the boys come back” Kirk rasped, his voice breathless with arousal. He captured my lips again in a hungry, desperate kiss, one hand fisting in my hair while the other groped my ass, urging me to keep moving against him.

Kirk's hips rocked in tandem with mine, the friction of our clothed sexes rubbing together creating a delicious tension that built with each passing second. He could feel the heat of my core seeping through the fabric, stoking the flames of his desire to a fever pitch.

I break the kiss, removing my shirt leaving my breaths bare naked, while he locks his eyes on them.

In a flash, Kirk fixes his posture up as well, eagerly tugging his own iron maiden t-shirt over his head and tossing it carelessly to the side. He drank in the sight of my newly exposed skin, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he reached for the button of his sweatpants.

Kirk's fingers fumbled with the waistband, his arousal making it difficult to concentrate on the simple task. He partially removes his pants just to let out his hard dick.

He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me back down on his cock. Kirk's hands roamed over my naked skin, caressing every dip and curve reverently as he lowered his head to capture one of my hardened nipples between his teeth.

He moves my panties on the side, keeping his tongue in my mouth without leaving it for a second, he pulls me down on his cock making it slides inside me. Kirk's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he felt me starting to move on top of him, my tight walls clenching and unclenching around his throbbing length. He gripped my hips tighter, fingers sinking into my soft skin as he guided my movements, helping me find a rhythm.

"Oh god, Y/N… you feel so fucking good" Kirk grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. He bucked his hips up to meet my slow, sensual movements, driving himself deeper into my welcoming heat with each downward roll.

Kirk's hands slid up my sides, cupping and squeezing my breasts as I bounced at every thrust. He leaned forward, taking one hardened nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. Kirk sucked and nibbled at the tender flesh, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.

His other hand tangled in my hair, tugging gently as he pulled me in for a searing kiss. Kirk's tongue delved into my mouth, tangling with mine in a dance of passion and desperation. He swallowed my moans and whimpers, the obscene sound of our bodies meeting filling the room.

His eyes darkened with lust as he broke the kiss, his chest heaving with labored breaths. He gazed up at me with a hungry, almost feral expression.

"Sit on my face” Kirk growled, his voice low with desire. He urged me up and off his throbbing member, guiding me to straddle his head. Kirk's hands slid up my thighs, gripping my ass as he positioned my dripping core directly over his mouth.

Without hesitation, Kirk leaned in and ran his tongue along my slick folds, tasting my essence and moaning at the exquisite flavor. He gripped my hips tighter, burying his face between my thighs as he began to devour me with fervent licks and sucks.

Kirk's tongue delved deep into my heat, exploring every inch of my velvety walls as he flicked and circled my sensitive clit. He alternated between long, slow licks and rapid, targeted flicks, determined to bring me to the brink of ecstasy.

I moan biting my lower lip feeling him eat me faster and faster. I lay down starting to play with his aching lenght making him groan on my pussy.

The dual sensations of my touch and his relentless oral assault sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body, fueling his hunger for me.

He redoubled his efforts, tongue delving deeper as he sucked and slurped at my soaked folds. Kirk's fingers pumped faster, plunging in and out of my clenching passage with wild abandon. He could feel my excitement growing more and more with each passing second, feeling my wetness flooding his mouth and dripping down his chin.

Kirk's hips bucked up into my touch, seeking more of my maddening caress. He swirled his tongue around my clit, flicking and teasing the sensitive bud as he brought his free hand up to join the one already buried inside me. He pressed his thumb against my rear entrance, applying firm, circular pressure and sending bolts of forbidden pleasure radiating through my core.

Kirk's own pleasure mounted as he felt my strokes grow faster, more urgent. The combined stimulation of my hand on his cock and his own relentless ministrations pushed them both closer to the edge of ecstasy with each passing second.

I could feel my release reaching and pulsating in my abdomen before reaching for my walls contracting them around his tongue, moaning louder at the sensation, I keep moving my hand faster on his cock almost tired and ready to cum. I move closer to it with my mouth licking his pink tip before sucking all of it making sloppy sounds echoing in the room while I keep feeling Kirk’s hot breath on my wet gummy walls. With a loud and relaxed moan Kirk released all of his warm seed inside my mouth; I swallow it all before standing up, legs shaking and hot, sweaty skin against his once I lay down again next to him. He keeps his eyes closed of a few seconds before hearing the downstair door opening “We home fuckers” Lars shouts “Ya better be dressed” James adds. I look at Kirk chuckling “They left on purpose ‘cause I-“ he trys to explain but I stop him kissing his juicy big lips “I know Kirk, me too”.

-mel