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Tensions Rising

warnings: MINORS DNI!!! Smut. Oral sex (m receiving). Unprotected sex. P in V. Alcohol use. Age gap. (Let me know if I missed anything)

in early 1991 Metallica hires a singer to add backing tracks on the black album, but when tensions rise between the new singer and James, it’s hard to hide how they feel.

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The morning sunlight sliced through the thin linen curtains. Y/n’s eyes slowly fluttered open to the sound of loud cars and people talking outside of her window. She woke up to pain in her back and neck, a product of sleeping on the hard and uncomfortable bed of the hotel. She had been staying in this hotel in San Francisco for about two months.

It had felt like an eternity.

With every early morning wake up she knew that she would have a late night resting time. That was because she was helping Metallica make their new album, which she was to add backing vocals to. Y/n had been given the opportunity to work with such a large band, because of an ad they had put in the paper.

“METALLICA LOOKING FOR THE HOTTEST NEW TALENT. FEMALES ALL ACROSS THE NATION SEND A TAPE TO THE ADDRESS BELOW TO BE A PART OF THE NEW ALBUM”

Y/n had seen the ad as she was walking down the streets of Manhattan with her friends. One of her friends picked the paper up from off the floor.

“Hey y/n! Look at this! They would totally pick you, you’ve got a chance.”

That wasn’t a lie. Y/n was only 22, but throughout her whole life she had been able to fine tune the one thing she was proud of in her life, her music and more specifically her voice.

She had always been the quiet type to sit alone in her room and make her own songs with just her voice and her old guitar.

Y/n took a chance. What could really go wrong? They wouldn’t answer? So she decided to start recording herself. She made almost ten tapes of her singing the same songs over and over and over again. She needed the perfect tape and finally she got it.

After about a week of sending the tape in she had gotten a call from Metallica’s managers, telling her that had she gotten picked. As soon as she hung up the phone, she screamed into her pillow. It felt so surreal to feel all of her dreams coming into arms length. From being a young girl in her bedroom writing about stupid heartbreak and the loss of her family, to becoming a household name was a fantasy that y/n couldn’t shake.

In the following week she flew across the country from her New York City apartment to San Francisco. She landed late, so her first meeting with the band would be the following morning.

As y/n tossed and turned, attempting to get atleast a few hours of sleep, she was filled with anxiety and fear. What if they second guessed choosing her? What if they realized they didn’t need her? The fear consumed her as she eventually drifted off into sleep.

The next morning y/n promptly rose out of bed and put on her best outfit. She was ready to take on the day and whatever possibilities were out there for her.

As she took a taxi to the studio, she fidgeted with another tape, just in case they wanted to hear more from her.

Once she reached the building she walked up to the front desk and stated who she was and why she was there. With that the receptionist escorted her to a large meeting room in the back. Her legs were shaking in fear and anxiety.

As soon as the door swung open, all eyes landed on her. Every manager, the producer, the members of the band, everyone.

“Hi, I’m y/n. I’m here for my interview.” She said shakily.

Everyone around the room introduced themselves, welcoming her to the meeting as she sat in the only empty chair. The chair was between the bass player Jason Newsted and the lead singer James Hetfield. As soon as she sat, she felt pressure radiating from the room.

Overall, the meeting went well, with everyone agreeing that she had the dark sultry voice that they had been looking for.

“And your voice sounds like it will blend so smoothly with James’” the label executive said.

With that y/n looked over to her left to look at James to see some kind of sort of agreeing reaction out of him, but as their gazes met, his bright blue ocean eyes were filled with storm clouds and confusion, as if he were trying to figure out an impossible math equation. She looked away, feeling intimidated, but also intrigued by him.

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As the weeks went on and y/n grew closer to everyone, she became one with them. She would give advice as to what sounded the best and what would strike people’s chords the hardest. As the boys would argue and fuss around, y/n would sit in the corner of the room, on a dimly lit couch and write. She would write her lyrics. Anything that came to her mind.

As she continuously wrote in her little burgundy leather notebook, she would look up and meet the eyes of James. He would already be looking at her, trying to figure out what majestic, beautiful world she came from. Y/n quickly looked down, a pink blush painting her cheeks. She had to admit that James was exactly her type, a strong man who knew what he wanted when he wanted it. Every time their hands slightly touched as they were passing eachother something, or when they would be sitting next to each other and their knees would touch, y/n always felt instant butterflies.

From the moment James had seen her, he knew he would be in trouble. She was undeniably beautiful; the way her long chestnut hair slid down her back to her full and plump lips he could never get tired of looking at her. And everyone else noticed his lingering stares too.

“James! Snap out of it man you’re practically drooling down your chin.” Lars ridiculed him.

She knew too that he would stare, but her naivety led her to believe that maybe that’s just how he was with new people.

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One night as y/n was leaving the studio from another late night session she heard someone.

“Hey y/n!” shouted Jason from down the hallway, slowly jogging to catch up with her.

“Yeah what’s up?”

“We’re headed to a club tomorrow, you wanna join?”

The request made y/n hesitate.

Yes she had gotten closer with everyone, but she had never hung with them in an environment other than the studio. Jason saw the hesitation in her eyes.

“C’mon it’s one night. We’ve been working for almost two months straight on this shit. Let go a little. Have some fun!”

His charming and eager tone made y/n more inclined to agree to the arrangement and once she said yes, Jason ran off to tell everyone else.

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So, when y/n woke up that morning in her cold and desolate hotel room, she woke up with similar fear and anxiety to the first time she met the band.

She was mostly nervous because of James. She knew that James was popular among the ladies and she knew she would get jealous once she saw anyone approach him.

She waited patiently in her room for the time to come where she could start getting ready. She needed time to pull out all the stops to look the best she possibly could. She felt like she had something to prove. Or rather she wanted to prove something to someone.

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As y/n entered the club she was overwhelmed by all of the strobe lights and blaring music. She had on a short open back lacy dress with large black pumps. She meticulously walked with her head high and steps seeming certain as to portray a more confident and self assured version of herself.

She weaved through the crowds, in search of the group. Once she reached the VIP section she saw their table. She waved at them as she approached.

“Look who came!” Jason exclaimed, embracing her in a warm hug.

She flashed her brightest smile and scanned each of their warm faces. When she reached James she stopped. He was looking at her in sheer awe. As if he’d seen a ghost.

“Hey, you.” Y/n whispered seductively to him as she sat next to him. She knew that if she really wanted to reel him in she had to put her flirting skills to good use.

“Hi… you look-“ he sheepishly replied, but was cut off.

“SHOTS FOR THE TABLE!!!” Shouted an already intoxicated Lars who handed drinks to everyone.

“Well cheers!” Y/n said to James as they clinked their glasses and drank the liquor.

He took the drink and watched her, constantly maintaining eye contact. This was just the beginning of the night.

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As the night progressed, the group became drunker and more delirious. Everyone was dancing, singing, and having a great time. Y/n had found some girls to hangout and dance with. As she danced she kept glancing over at the table and seeing him watch her. The way her body swayed to the music. The way a light layer of sweat was forming on her skin.

He was obsessed.

He was infatuated with her every move and he just couldn’t get enough of her.

Once the song was done, she approached the bar where James was.

“Are you just gonna keep looking at me like that?” She questioned.

“Like what?” He replied with that smug grin on his face.

“Like you’re gonna grab me and kiss me until I can’t breathe.” She said, the alcohol making her more honest than she would like.

“Well maybe that’s what I intend to do.” He answers while taking a sip of his drink.

“So are you going to do anything about it?”

“And if I did? Would you let it happen?”

He slowly wiped her hair out of her face and behind her ear.

With the temptation of his last comment y/n couldn’t resist and decided to lean in and kiss him. It was just a peak at first. A long electric kiss. One that felt like a sip of ice cold water in the middle of the desert. They both pulled away.

“Oh you’re trouble.” He said as he leaned his forehead against hers and stared into her eyes.

He leaned back down and kissed her again. This time with fiery, intense passion.

It felt like the room around them went quiet. Their tongues mingled and the kiss was sloppy. All the stresses y/n had woken up with that morning had fallen off of her shoulders and she was right where she needed to be. She knew that all those one second too long stares, those small comments, and the brushes of shoulders all meant something. She pulled away.

“We need to get out of here.” Y/n stated.

“Then let’s go.”

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She was slammed against the wall of his bedroom, slowly tearing off her clothes. The tension building up had finally snapped and they were now inseparable.

James first slid off her dress and slowly started kissing down her neck. As he did so she tugged on the hairs on the nape of his neck, making him leave harsher marks all over her. She moaned in satisfaction.

He then reached behind her and unclipped her bra, leaving it to fall limply off of her shoulders and onto the floor.

“Wow. I knew you were special, but wow.” He said with a tone of admiration. It was like she was all he ever wanted in a girl.

She blushed harshly under his gaze, still feeling buzzed from their drinks at the club.

He sucked one of her nipples while teasing the other between his fingers. Slowly, y/n slipped her fingers under his shirt, feeling his muscles flexing under her touch. She tugged at the shirt and James seemed to understand. He unlatched from her chest and sensually lifted the shirt over his head, leaving his lean chest exposed with slight blond hair sprinkled across it. Y/n was practically drooling at the sight of him. James noticed her eyes lingering lower and lower.

“You really want it, don’t you?”

Y/n nodded her head while staring up at her through her eyelashes heavily coated in mascara.

“Well then your wish is my command.” James said slyly and he quickly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his black skinny jeans. Y/n watched in pure pleasure as he exposed more and more of himself to her and soon enough he was left in just his underwear, with his hard cock bulging and ready to be freed.

He then sat on the bed.

“I want you to show me how bad you want it. Then I’ll think about giving it to you.” He said in his deep voice.

Y/n came closer to him and dropped to her knees. She carefully grabbed the band of his underwear and pulled them down. His cock sprung out and slapped his lower stomach.

Holy shit.

He was above average size, but also thick. She knew she would have to pull out all the stops for him.

Y/n collected the saliva in her mouth and spit on his tip, letting it drip all the way down his balls. She then gently started kissing and licking his tip, leaving James a moaning mess. As time went on y/n started taking more of him in her mouth until she had reached the base. As her eyes began to tear and her mascara ran messily down her face, James pulled her face up.

“You look so pretty when you put all of me in your mouth.” He said in an encouraging tone.

Once James had gotten closer he moved his hands from her hair down to her jaw and started moving her head up and down. As he started getting a good rhythm going, he started to fuck her face.

“Shit. F-fuck… you love when I use that pretty fucking mouth.”

Y/n nodded as he kept using her.

He let out a flood of obscenities and eventually reached his breaking point.

“I- shit - I’m coming…” He said as he shot his hot spurts down her throat. She swallowed every last bit and stuck her tongue out to show him. He looked down at her with pride while wiping her black tears from her cheeks.

“I think you’ve really proved yourself. Now let me show you my thanks.” James said to her as he helped her up from her knees and laid her down on the bed.

He then grabbed her lacy underwear and sensually pulled them down. He then lined up his already hard again cock with her with folds. He slipped in as gently as possible, but still left y/n moaning in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

As she started to adjust to him, James slowly began thrusting in and out of her. The obscene noises leaving the room could have been used in a porno. They were both whispering filthy words of gratitude in each other’s ears as they both reached their highs.

“James don’t stop I’m so close.”

“Don’t worry babygirl I’m right there with you.”

And with one final guttural and high pitched moan y/n let go and released all over James. As he felt her tightening around him, James also came, coating her walls with his warm seed.

They stood there for a few minutes enjoying the close pressure of each other’s full weights. Then James flopped over next to y/n. They were both sweaty and out of breath.

“I’m so lucky to have met you little missy.”

“And I’m so grateful to have met you Mr. Metal cowboy.”

“I like that nickname Ms. Pretty Singer.”

Y/n giggled and blushed at his comment and they continued going back and forth with complements to show how much they appreciated eachother and how happy they were that their feelings were reciprocated for each other.

James got up to get a warm rag to clean y/n up from the mess they had made, and as he left, y/n was alone in her thoughts.

She slowly drifted off to sleep, feeling excited for what was next in this new found relationship.

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jamesh0tfield · 2 months ago

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An Old Flame Rekindled

hey guys!! ive been pretty shy about posting on here, but i think ive finally grown the courage to start writing my own stuff. im so excited to start writing and i accept all types of feedback, good or bad. hopefully you guys enjoy!!

warnings: MINORS DNI!!!! Smut. Handjob. Unprotected sex. P in v. (Let me know if I missed anything)

background: set in 2023. After James splits from his wife, y/n and James rediscover each other.

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The rain gently fell upon the window. The dimness outside left a cold chill in everyone’s bones, especially y/n’s. This was the first time in over 30 years she would be able to properly sit down with James and talk about everything. Their relationship, the heartbreak, the lies, all of it.

They had dated in the early 90s, while Metallica was recording the black album. Throughout their time of knowing each other, James showed nothing but love, respect, and kindness toward y/n. However, once y/n learned that James had cheated on her with a random groupie on tour, she was devastated and called the whole relationship off. No matter how many times he apologized and begged for forgiveness, y/n knew she had to let go to find any sort of happiness again.

She had dated here and there and had gotten engaged but no guy, not even her prior fiancé, could truly fill the hole which James had left in her heart. She had thought that nothing could replace that emptiness until she received a call from an unknown number.

It was James.

He said that after him and his wife had split just a year prior, he couldn’t stop thinking about his romance with y/n and all their memories. That night they spoke for hours and hours on the phone reliving their pasts, reigniting the flame. Once they hung up, y/n was reminded of that emptiness and that torment she had been living in for over three decades. They kept these calls going for a week until James asked her to dinner. She stumbled on her words at first, unsure if that was really a wise decision, but with further thought she realized that she really had nothing to lose. That night she texted him back agreeing to meet up and they made plans for the next night.

As y/n was getting ready, she was overcome with anxiousness and excitement. She wasn’t sure if she would be what he remembered. If she was that same free spirited girl he used to lay in bed with. The same girl who would lay on his chest and make him feel like he was on top of the world.

As she neared the restaurant she got a text that he had arrived. Once she walked through the door she was led to a private room in the back of the restaurant. It was an elevated dark, atmosphere with candles and roses at each table.

Once she had reached the room she saw him.

He saw her.

The eye contact they made was fiery, passionate. All those nights spent together, sharing in each other’s love, desperate for more of the other. It all came back. As soon as y/n sat down, it was like she had traveled back in time. Yes he had aged, and so had she, but he looked so elegant, so strong, so beautiful. She still felt the connection between them.

“Wow.” He said, with an amazed look on his face.

“What?” She said, feeling yourself begin to blush under his stare.

“You look… amazing.” He replied, getting up and giving her a hug. It had felt like the most reassuring and secure hug she had felt in a long time.

“Oh stop it look at you! You look great.” Y/n rebutted.

As the night continued the conversation went from his divorce to the past of their relationship and the way it ended. They both expressed regret for not trying to see things through and work it all out. She never wanted the night to end, but as the check came they both gave each other a silent glance. A telling look. One that expressed that they both didn’t want the night to end so soon and that they didn’t want to leave eachother.

“You want to come back to my place?” She asked.

“That sounds like a good plan.” He answered with a playful grin on his face.

As they both entered the car to bring them both to y/n’s apartment the environment changed. It went from playful and joyous to tense and sensual. She knew James well and knew that if they guys were to go back to her apartment, things could escalate quickly. But with that being said, it wasn’t something she was willing to resist. The elevator climbed up to the floor and you both entered the apartment. She decided a movie would be the best option to get him accustomed to being alone with her. As she became nestled into the couch, she felt James put your arm around you. She leaned her head on his shoulder and felt him place a light kiss on the top of her head.

“You know what y/n?”

“What?”

“This is the happiest I’ve felt in a long time.”

And with that he lifted her chin and kissed her. It had felt like an electric shock. The chemistry between them guys was clearly still alive. All the worries and anxieties of the meeting had flown away and y/n finally felt at peace. It started to become more intense. The kisses became more passionate and involved. His tongue explored every inch of her mouth like it had remembered exactly where everything was. As the kisses started to trail down her neck she sat in his lap. He began pulling her dress up over her head, leaving her in nothing but her red bra and matching lacy underwear. He looked at her like he could swallow her whole.

“I can’t believe I’ve been missing this for so long.” He said in a whispered voice as he continued kissing down her chest toward her boobs. She also slowly felt James harden under you.

He reached behind her and unclamped her bra, leaving her chest bare right in front of his face. He looked like a starved man as he attacked y/n’s chest, peppering kisses all over and putting hickeys all over her. She continuously moaned as he nipped at her neck and chest and she slowly got his shirt off of him, unbuttoning every single button until his shirt was full open. While doing so, she noticed all of his intricate tattoos and the way they framed his body so nicely and she slowly felt a wet spot forming in her underwear. She also unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. As she pulled on his pants she saw his hard cock pressed against his underwear, strained and waiting to be released. She pulled his underwear down and his cock sprang out and hit his lower stomach. The tip was dripping with precum. She grabbed the base and let spit drip from her mouth onto his tip. He moaned at the sight and he slowly felt her begin to give him a handjob.

“Oh my god, don’t stop”, he begged.

While she continued jerking him off she also started to get your own underwear off. After she did so, she began to lower yourself onto him, slowly letting him enter her. Y/n moaned in pure bliss as she felt him stretch her. James threw his head back as she adjusted to his size. She slowly started to move her body up and down and ride him. He grabbed the flesh of her hips and held on for dear life, at first gently guiding, but then slamming her into him. The moans and groans leaving both of their mouths were enough to be heard all the way down the hallway, but they didn’t care. In that moment all that mattered was satisfying James. As she felt the knot in her stomach twisting even tighter she heard James become more needy.

“Please don’t stop. I’m gonna… fuck… I’m so close.”

This fueled her to ride him even harder and she started to give him wet and sloppy kisses. She felt his upper thrusts falter and shortly after he squirted hot spurts of cum inside of her, but she kept riding him. As y/n milked him of every drop of cum, she felt her own high quickly approaching as her legs shook in pure bliss. She felt the knot within her snap as she closed her eyes tightly and threw her head back. She then sat back and leaned her head forward onto James’s chest, trying to catch her breath.

“I didn’t know you could do.” James said in surprise.

Confused, y/n looked down and noticed she had squirted all over his dick and his stomach. She looked up and blushed profusely feeling a little embarrassed.

“Don’t get shy on me. I want you to do it again.”

The night had just begun.

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#james hetfield #james hetfield fanfiction #james hetfield smut #james hetfield x reader #metallica smut #my man my man my man #hope you enjoy

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jamesh0tfield · 2 months ago

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guys should i attempt writing a fic🫣🫣

#james hetfield #im lowk scared its gonna be shit #but i also just want to do it for fun

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jamesh0tfield · 2 months ago

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this is the life i need to be living.

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jamesh0tfield · 3 months ago

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holy fuck. words can’t describe how sexy he is omfg.

i feel like.. if shown to the right people, this video alone could restore world peace.

but i might be wrong, i just wanted an excuse to bring this back

#james hetfield #i need this man #dilf #my man my man my man #daddy

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jamesh0tfield · 4 months ago

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HELLO SLAYED THE HOUSE DOWN HOUSTON IM DECEASED.

hello😁 do u mind writing something like 1991 james screwing reader that’s in a new band and the bands meet eachother or something & obviously it eventually leads to getting absolutely piped LOLOL thxthxthx

The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the sharp scent of sweat, a mix of adrenaline and exhaustion. It was the usual chaos of a backstage area—roadies hauling gear, musicians nursing drinks, the occasional groupie slipping through security. The band had just wrapped up their first opening slot for the tour, still high on the rush of playing for a crowd bigger than anything they'd seen before.

She still wasn’t used to this. Being on tour, having to bite back the urge to fangirl over the bands she had posters of back home. She gripped her drink tightly, her heart racing with excitement more than nerves, soaking in every moment like a dream she didn’t want to wake up from.

And then there was him.

James Hetfield was all confidence and raw magnetism, moving through the crowd like he belonged in every room he walked into. Which, in a way, he did. He barely needed to glance in her direction, but when he did, it was with an intensity that made her stomach tighten

"Nice set," he said, voice husky from whiskey and years of screaming into microphones.

She hesitated, gripping her beer. "Thanks. You too. Obviously."

His laugh was a low rumble, and the next thing she knew, they were talking—about music, touring, the thrill of the stage. The alcohol made her loosen up, her shy exterior cracking. She found herself gushing a little, the fan side of her slipping out between slurred words.

"I mean, it’s Metallica. You guys are fucking legends," she blurted, cheeks warm from the booze and too tipsy to be embarrassed. "I used to try and copy your guitar tone. Never got it right, though. You just—fuck, you play like you mean it."

James let out a low chuckle, taking a sip of his drink. "That’s ‘cause I do mean it. Every note, every riff—it’s gotta come from somewhere real, or people can tell when it’s bullshit." He tilted his head slightly, eyes locked onto hers. "That’s why you were good tonight. You felt it."

Her breath hitched slightly, caught off guard by the compliment. "I—uh—thanks."

He leaned in closer, voice dropping. "You ever wonder what else could feel real?"

One drink turned into two, into three, and at some point, she realized just how close they were standing. She wasn’t sure who moved first, only that one second they were still talking, and the next, he had her pressed against the wall of a dressing room, lips hot and demanding.

It was an accident. A heat-of-the-moment, an absolute reckless mistake. His hands were rough, calloused from years of playing, gripping her waist like he’d been waiting for this. It was rushed, filthy, desperate. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he took what he wanted, as she let herself drown in it just this once.

And then, it was over.

She was jolted awake by the sound of someone pounding on the door. Groggy and sore in ways that made her gasp, she barely had time to register her surroundings before a familiar voice called out, "Get your ass up! Bus is leaving in ten!"

Her heart pounded as she sat up, rubbing her eyes. Reality hit her like a freight train. James Hetfield. She had slept with James Hetfield. A wave of almost-regret—or maybe just overwhelming disbelief—crashed over her as she scrambled to find her clothes.

What the hell had she been thinking?

If she thought that night was a one-time thing, she was dead wrong.

That was, until she grabbed the setlist before soundcheck—and her eyes widened a bit. Right at the top, clear as day: Metallica.

They were the opening act tonight.

A flicker of nervous energy running through her. Still, she forced herself to shake it off. He was a rockstar. Hookups like that probably happened all the time for him. He probably didn’t even remember it.

So why did her pulse quicken just a little at the thought of seeing him again?

She felt a little off during the set, her focus slipping at times, fingers faltering over notes she could usually play in her sleep. It wasn’t nerves, not really—just a nagging awareness in the back of her mind. A couple of times, she caught her bandmates glancing her way. Still, she pushed through, refusing to let it distract her.

And then, after the final song, she walked offstage—only for James to suddenly appear beside her, effortlessly falling into step.

"Where you headed?" he asked, smirking.

"Uh—backstage? My room," she muttered.

"Good. I’ll walk you," he said, not giving her a choice, his hand lightly resting on her lower back as they moved through the halls.

Her heart pounded. Mind freaking out but still not speaking up or stopping him, too curious and maybe even excited.

Once they reached her dressing room, James stepped inside without hesitation, pushing the door closed behind him—but not locking it. Her breath caught as he took a slow step forward, backing her against the wall with an easy confidence, his body crowding hers.

"Happy to see me?" he asked, voice low, amused.

She bit her lip smiling, looking away. "Maybe a little."

He smirked, his fingers brushing lightly over her arm. "Good. ‘Cause I’ve been thinking about you all damn week."

James didn’t give her time to respond before his lips were on hers, urgent, rough. He backed her up until the backs of her thighs hit the table in front of the mirror. She gasped as he turned her, bending her over, pressing a hand against the small of her back.

Slipping her shorts and panties down. He spread her open with his thumbs, tracing her wet drooling pussy. "Missed me, didn’t she?" he murmured, his breath hot against her that had her shivering. "Poor thing’s been neglected all week. It’s okay, I’m back now. Gonna give her all the attention she needs."

Before she could react, his mouth was on her, sucking her clit into his mouth before licking deep, his beard scraping against her soft skin. Her moans filled the small room, her thighs trembling as he devoured her like a man starved.

"Fuck, james!" She said loudly, gripping the edge of the table as her vision was looking fuzzy.

He groaned against her, tongue fucking into her before pulling back to whisper, "So damn sweet.”

She barely had time to catch her breath before he stood, grabbing her face so she can look at herself in the mirror. "Look at yourself," he ordered. "Look at how fucking wrecked you are and i haven’t even pounded you yet." Letting her head fall as he went to unzip his pants and pull out his cock.

It was thick and hard as he moved it up and down against her, smiling as he watched her juices lube him up before pushing himself in, stretching her inch by inch. The wet squelch filled the air, mixing with their heavy breathing. He gripped her chin, forcing her to watch herself as he fucked into her. "God, you take me so well," he groaned. "Still fucking tight as last time."

Her moans grew higher, her body tensing as her orgasm built. James’ grip tightened on her hips, his thrusts growing rougher, deeper, his balls slapping against her soaked cunt with each snap of his hips. The wet squelch of their bodies colliding echoed in the small room, filthy and unrelenting.

"Fuck—listen to that," he groaned, voice thick with lust. "So messy, sweetheart. You gonna make a mess for me?"

She gasped, fingers scrambling for purchase against the table, her legs trembling as he fucked her harder, his cock hitting that spot that had her seeing stars.

"That’s it," he murmured, leaning over her, his breath hot against her ear. "Come on, let me feel you."

Her body gave in, her walls clenching tight around him as her orgasm crashed over her. A cry ripped from her throat, her whole body trembling as pleasure overtook her. James cursed, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own high, but then he suddenly slowed, laughing darkly.

"Shit, sweetheart…" He pulled back just slightly, enough for her to feel the emptiness before slamming back in, making her cry out. "Anyone could walk in and see you like this, bent over, dripping for me."

The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a whimper escaping her lips. "James—"

"Yeah? You like that?" He grinned against her neck, rolling his hips in slow, deep strokes that had her squirming, overstimulated but desperate for more. "Bet you’d just let ‘em watch, huh? Let ‘em see how good I fuck you?"

"Shut up," she gasped, but the way she clenched around him betrayed her.

James chuckled, his grip bruising as he pounded into her harder. "Not when you’re squeezing me like that. You want more, don’t you?"

She couldn’t answer, couldn’t form words—only breathy moans as another orgasm built fast and sharp. He felt it, too, his thrusts growing desperate, relentless.

"Come again for me, sweetheart. One more time."

The coil in her stomach winding tighter, but this time, she didn’t just take it—she moved. Bracing herself, she began rocking back against him, meeting his thrusts with eager desperation, her ass smacking against his hips with each bounce. The obscene squelch of their bodies filled the air, mixing with her breathy whimpers and his low, guttural groans.

"Fuck, look at you," he rasped, gripping her hips tighter, watching in the mirror as she fucked herself onto his cock. "So eager. You gonna take what you need, sweetheart?"

She gasped, nodding frantically, her fingers slipping on the table as she arched her back, pushing him deeper. "James—fuck—gonna—"

"Yeah, you are," he growled, snapping his hips harder, making her cry out. "Come for me. Let me feel it."

A broken sob left her lips as her body trembled, her legs threatening to give out. James cursed under his breath, his movements growing erratic before he suddenly pulled out, stroking himself quickly. With a deep groan, he spilled hot and thick over her ass, admiring it for a little before tugging her panties back up. He smirked as he watched his cum seep into the fabric before grabbing her shorts, sliding them up her shaky legs.

He started at her back, pressing slow, lingering kisses along her spine before moving to her shoulder, then up to her neck. Each touch was deliberate, teasing. He chuckled softly as she shivered beneath him, still trying to catch her breath, her body weak from pleasure.

Yeah she had a feeling this wasn’t going to be a one time thing.

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