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Go Go Dancer - Part 2

part 1 here

warnings: smut, public sex, unprotected sex, fingering

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get ready” he says spanking my ass.

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

“I know the owner” he says smirking.

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

“Just one”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You’re gonna drive me crazy tonight."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shuts my mouth caressing my lips with his thumb.

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

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

“I do…” he smiles at me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-mel

where is my rockstar husband

fifty shades of red

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

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠❥

welcome!!

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hi everyone, i’m melissa aka mel/meli!!i’m 19, from italy, i have a lot of passions such as ice skating and rhythmic gymnastic, but the biggest one is music!!;

i play the guitar but mostly the bass since i was 12, when i started to listen to rock and metal genres, falling in love with the 60s, 70s, 80s and 90s, hoping everyday for a time machine that could bring me back to expirence those times…

but as every “rock n roll girls” i can’t help to imagine a life with my idols of that time, that’s why i decided to write about my favorite, talented and awesome men of all times, those who also gave me the passion of such incredible instruments, changing my life, helping me through tough times too!!

metallica girl!!

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!!(mostly write about james hetfield)!!

requests also for: kirk hammett, nikki sixx, tommy lee, duff mckagan, slash, axl rose, dave mustaine, tom keifer (smut and fluff) xx

James Hetfield:

“Burning Desire”

“His Playboy Bunny”

“Fill The Void”

“Go Go Dancer” part 1

“Go Go Dancer” part 2

“Bad Behavior”

“Love me Harder”

Requests:

“The Best Gift” - Duff Mckagan + Tommy Lee

“Comics & Chill” - Kirk Hammett

“Long Distance Lust” - Duff Mckagan

“Wanna Forget” - Tom Keifer

currently answering…

baby I am the rockstar