High Quality Pictures Of A High-quality Man

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hey babes can you write a filthy smut with current James? it’s a NEED 🫶

Current!James would be just as active as his younger self but would be much more self-assured and confident in bed, and much more teasing. He'd start off with you sitting up, your back resting against the headboard and your legs spread wide open, gripped apart with his large and calloused hands supporting the stretch. He'd be sprawled out in between your hickey-ridden thighs, his mouth attached and lapping at your soaked entrance.

His beard would be embedding itself into your sensitive skin and leaving a red hue in its wake, and his nose would be persistently nudging against your swollen and abused clit. He'd tease and edge the hell out of you, his own cock jumping against the sheets below him in his briefs and begging for attention. He'd feel immense gratification as he watched you beg for release above him, your eyelashes damp and you using all of your own personal restraint to be good and not thrust your hips forward to ride his tongue.

He'd run his tongue up and down your folds and curl it around your nub until you'd begin to shake and pant out into the bedroom, before descending his way back down to your thighs and biting into your skin, his tattooed fingers barely making themselves into you before pulling out and collecting up your essence. He'd look you straight in the eye as he'd bring his sopping fingers up to his mouth, moaning at the taste of you enveloping his tastebuds and grinning to himself as you cried out for him to finally do something.

He'd taking pity on you and free himself from his underwear, and you'd watch with unhidden desire as his cock curves up and bumps against his navel, the tip already blushed red and weeping with precum.

"Is this what you need, baby? All you had to do was ask." He'd taunt you, before wrapping his rough palm around his shaft and groaning out from the relief he felt from the pressure. You'd nod and whimper out his name as he made his way back to you, lowering himself back onto his stomach and finally giving you the first release you so desperately needed.

He'd instinctually find his way back to your sex, his mouth immediately finding purchase on your clit and his middle and index fingers curling up inside of you with an accommodating and easy slide. He'd find your sponge-like spot with absolute finesse, already knowing the in's and out of you like the back of his hand, and you'd immediately begin to lose yourself; the warmth coiling in your stomach threatening to tether and break as his fingers fucked themselves into you with an unrelenting pace, while his lips curled around your bud to suck harshly.

James would watch you unbiddenly as you'd orgasm from his ministrations, his dick throbbing against the bedsheets as the force of your orgasm would cause your release to squirt out and land on his already soaking wet facial hair. You'd cry out and yank against his short and greying locks as he'd kiss and lick you dry, refusing to allow a single drop of you to go to waste.

"You think you can still take me, baby? I'm not done with you just yet." He'd ask and state, letting out a huff of laughter as your hips would raise at the light tap he'd give your pussy. You'd nod frantically as an answer, already eager for another round, this time with him inside of you and stretching you out. "Good girl."

You two would both sigh in relief as he entered you, each inch of his rigid and thickly veined cock sheathing itself inside and pressing against your pulsating walls with intent until his hips would meet with yours. James would hardly pause inside of you, only waiting until you fully relaxed around him before beginning to pivot into you with an unresolving pace. His arms would encircle themselves around your trembling form as he lost himself in the tight heat of you, and you'd grip onto him tight as the strength and force behind his thrusts would push you up against the headboard once again.

James would free an arm to reach up and grip your chin, guiding you to look up at him as he'd thrust himself up into you to the hilt, before bending down to rest his forehead against yours.

"Always so eager to get fucked," He'd grunt out against you, his long tongue coming out to tease the tip of yours as your mouth would gape open, you overwhelmed from his sheer length and girth and how impossibly deep he could reach inside of you. "Not going to stop until you're filled with my seed, and you're covered in me." He'd promise you as his hips would slam forward, before meeting with yours and causing an audible squelch to reverberate around the room.

You'd cum again only minutes later, overstimulated, with your legs seizing around his waist and his hand delicately wrapped around your throat. His gaze would be on you as your tears ran down his wrist, your head lolling forward and your eyes no longer able to focus as he continued to fuck into you with reckless abandon. He'd moan and pant against you as he filled you to the brim, praises spilling out of him as he'd flip you two over so you could sit on top of him and temporarily rest.

Only a few moments would pass before he'd gently lift you off of him and could feel himself stir and begin to harden again, as he watched a copious amount of semen slowly flood out of your puffy hole. You'd whimper as his fingers would gently find their way back into you and as you felt his thumb teasingly graze against your still overly sensitive clit.

"I said I wasn't going to stop until you were covered in me, didn't I?" He'd murmur against you and would eventually find his way back inside of your stretched heat once you calmed down and could collect yourself, just to lose yourself once again soon after.

The night would end hours later, with you heaving for breath against the ruined sheets beneath you, your watery eyes blearily taking in James lighting up a cigar and resting against the now slightly bent headboard, completely lax- his blue eyes unwavering as he takes in your debauched and bruised body, satisfaction filling his gut as he watches you slump down in satiated exhaustion.

Metallica Masterlist

⭒ James Hetfield ⭒ Requests (open)

Playtime (16+) ˚ (suggestive, bondage contemplation, ambiguous ending)

Play Me (18+) ˚ (phone sex, partial long-distance relationship, ambiguous ending)

Taste Test (18+) ⭒ (threesome with jason, vampire!au, ambiguous ending)

Summon Me (18+) It Will Come Back (18+) ˚ (demon!james, dorm sex, oral sex while standing/carrying receiver, fingering, minor blood play, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, ambiguous/happy ending)

Deprivation (18+) ˚ (breath play, hotel sex, happy ending)

Sunny Side Up (18+) ˚ (morning sex, kitchen sex, creampie, happy ending)

Missus Eat Pavement (18+) Mister Meet Gravel (18+) ˚ (rockstar!james, smalltown!reader, oral sex, ambiguous ending)

Desert Hills Motel (18+) ˚ (traveling!james, smalltown!reader, hotel sex, happy ending)

Add One More ˚ (domestic fluff, partial angst, happy ending)

Leap Of Faith (18+) ˚ (angst, backstage sex, rough sex, happy ending)

After Afterparty (18+) ˚ (fluff, hotel sex, shower sex, long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Hell's Angel (18+) ˚ (hellsangels!au, angst, violence, sex on top of a desk, drug use, happy ending)

Backseat Paradise (18+) ˚ (car sex, light angst, fluff, partial long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Counterproductive Tendencies (multi-chapter, 18+) ˚ part one, part two, part three, part four (fluff, smut, angst, drug use, alcoholism, semi-public sex, oral sex) ⭒ ongoing series

Needy Little Fucking Thing (18+) ˚ (softdom!james, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

(Un)Still Shots (18+) ˚ (semi-public sex, sexually explicit photography, breath play, fingering, dry humping, happy ending)

A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, oral sex, semi-public sex, fingering, bondage, phone sex, mutual masturbation, creampie, happy ending)

Backstage Birthday Pass (18+) ˚ (birthday surprise, fluff, smut, oral sex, fingering, dressing room sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

⭒ Kirk Hammett

A Nightmare On Elm Street ˚ (fluff, slightly suggestive, happy ending)

Scream (18+) ˚ (couch sex, rough sex, horror movie elements, happy ending)

Unwind Me (18+) ˚ (fluff, backstage sex, happy ending)

Room For More (18+) ˚ (threesome with jason, dominant!jason, submissive!kirk, backstage sex, oral sex, fluff, light angst, happy ending, polyamory)

A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, oral sex, mutual masturbation, public sex, cumshot, bondage, sex tape, roleplay, voyeurism, happy ending)

Pages Deep (18+) ˚ (fluff, smut, mutual masturbation, fingering, partial edging, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

⭒ Jason Newsted

Taste Test (18+) ⭒ (threesome with james, vampire!au, ambiguous ending)

Extended Cut (18+) ˚ (submissive!jason, studio sex, oral sex, ambiguous ending)

Room For More (18+) ˚ (threesome with kirk, dominant!jason, submissive!kirk, backstage sex, oral sex, fluff, light angst, happy ending, polyamory)

A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, begging, bondage, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, sixty-nine, creampie, roleplaying, semi-public sex, voyeurism, vibrators, happy ending)

⭒ Lars Ulrich

Ride The Lightning (18+) ˚ (angst, rough sex, sex against drum set, happy ending)

Baseline (18+) ˚ (partial angst, fluff, oral sex, public sex in shower room, rough sex, creampie, happy ending)

⭒ Cliff Burton

You Make Loving Fun ˚ (domestic fluff, partial long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Follow My Lead ˚ (fluff, surprise birthday party, happy ending)

Unwind Me ⋅☆⋅ Kirk Hammett (18+)

The brazen sounds of cheers and drunken laughter ring out and dance their way backstage in the naturally dimming light, the joyous sounds causing you to grin to yourself and shake your head in amusement as you push a speaker even further down the now packed and narrow hallway. A man with a slightly sick looking grimace etched on his face stumbles his way out of a nearby dressing room and right towards you, and you quickly jump out of the way, your right shoulder bumping into and against an array of sharp boxes behind you amid your haste. He makes it to the bathroom just in time and you sigh in relief, before hunching forward and pressing your weight back onto the heavy machinery in front of you, willing yourself to ignore the pulsating ache emanating from the soon-to-be bruised skin underneath your itchy and sweat-clad crew shirt.

You twist your wrist and momentarily close your eyes in gratitude as you feel an elastic roll itself down your clothed forearm and rest upon your kickstarting and erratic pulse point, feeling eager to tie your hair up once you finish up the task of getting the rest of the equipment together and cased out. The earlier crew did their best within their scheduled time slot, but even they couldn't finish up the job in that time. Guitars and other smaller instruments leisured haphazardly against everything from coolers and stairwells, and to the edge of the stage the boys had just recently performed on, and you force your eyes to reopen as you tiredly make your way over to the towering and newly organized rows of the Marshall and Hiwatt speakers, near to the end of the hall.

Squatting down to untangle and release the secured latch of the strap encircled around the equipment you just carted over, you slowly raise your head as you finally come to acknowledge a familiar set of shoes paused and waiting only a few feet away from you in your peripheral vision.

A frenzied and fast travelling flush makes its way up to your cheekbones and down your neck before you even attempt to make eye contact with the man standing to the side of you, and you let out a shaky exhale as wide brown eyes peer back down at you in earnest once you do.

"Kirk," you breathe, your eyes glancing over with mild interest as they take in the clenching of his fingers around his flimsy cup after you say his name in greeting. You finish up removing the safety strap and stand before you could allow yourself to put too much thought into his reaction, hurriedly pushing it to the back of your mind as you try to hide your blush in the slightly frizzy curtaining of your hair. "Enjoying the new year so far?" you try to casually ask him, hoping you don't sound as nearly affected as you feel from just by having him nearby.

The lead guitarist nods absentmindedly as his eyes rake themselves over your fatigued figure, his plush and full lips lifting up to relax in a soft smile as he leans forward to rest his drink on the nearest ledge closest to him. "Let me." He offers kindly, already moving forward and gently guiding you back with a hand on your hip before you could even verbalize a protest. Your already unstable breath stutters in your chest as the rough patches of his palm blazes heat against your dampened flesh, the added weight of his large hand making the reddened hue of your cheeks darken even more.

Kirk's thumb spreads out to caress the indented skin of the beginning of your hipbone, before leaving entirely as he goes to lift the piece of equipment on top of the set with ease. You quietly watch as he casually walks over and places the speaker on top of another, before returning over to your side to grasp onto an amp. You go to reach down to secure a zip tie around its long cord to try and be helpful, before stopping midway and letting out a strained cry as the skin around your bruising shoulder painfully constricts and stretches. Kirk's eyes widen at the sound, and a multitude of other pairs zero in to stare at you as you clench yours shut. Your uninjured shoulder jumps up as a hand encases itself around it, before relaxing as the coolness of a familiar ring grazes against the bare part of your lower neck.

"Are you alright, babe? You didn't hurt yourself, did you?" Kirk asks you quietly, the hand on you guiding you to stand behind him for a bit more privacy and a few more steps away from the tipsy bystanders. You go to shake your head and falsely reassure him that you're fine, before opening up your eyes and looking into his worried ones. You instead nod in defeat and lightly rest some of your weight on him, your left hand coming up to gesture toward your right shoulder.

"I thought some guy was going to spew on me and the cart, so I rushed to the side and jabbed myself on a few sharp boxes." Kirk lets out a soft sound of sympathy, his usually rough and quick hands delicately rubbing small circles in your tense skin and muscles to hopefully help you relax. "Will you let me take you to one of the backrooms and get you some ice? Maybe check you out a little bit better?"

"But the equipment," You start before trailing off weakly, peering up into his eyes with furrowed and pinched brows. Your resolve quickly titters off into little to nothing as he continues to dote on you and caress your skin, his intense gaze on you keeping you feeling warm. "You've already been here and on the clock for over twelve hours; the rest of your coworkers are either already at their hotel or with the other guys getting shitfaced, and we've still got another two days before we have to get everything cleared out and back on the road." Kirk tilts your chin up and holds you in place as he takes another step forward and closer to you, your chests almost pressed together and becoming one.

"How about you focus on yourself for once and let someone take care of you. Let me take care of you." His tone of voice being soft yet leaving no room for any further resistance or questioning, as his fingertip lightly taps itself on the cleft of your chin. The tips of your scuffed up shoes brush against his as you subconsciously and unknowingly lean forward in his soft grip, your eyelids feeling heavier and weighed down as his comforting scent wafts over to you through the close proximity. Kirk raises an eyebrow after a few heavy moments of you not answering him, a pleased grin painting itself on his handsome features as you quietly agree and allow him to slide his hand down your arm and gently tug you forward.

Alcohol-laden murmurs and hushed whispers advance themselves down the chilled hallway and into the open and overpopulated area, but neither one of you seem to care as the two of you slowly become well acquainted with the feeling of each other's hands as you descend away. And as Kirk flicks on a light switch and makes his way over to the mini fridge attached to the back wall of the room and silently beckons you over, the clock hits one.

⭒

You let out a faint sigh of relief as you feel Kirk press a towel filled with crushed up ice against the slightly swollen and puffy skin of your shoulder, the strap of your bra sliding down as you lean back into the cold compress and his stable hold. The musician sitting almost flushed against your back, watches with rapt attention as the white lace dances itself down your goosebump ridden extremity and stops to rest in the curved divot of your inner elbow.

"Thank you for taking care of me and making sure I was alright. I probably would have just ended up trying to ignore the pain and getting as much as I could get done within the last two hours of my shift." You allow a small smile to grace your face as you hear him grunt out a sound of displeasure at your words, a shiver running through your upper half as a droplet of the melting ice runs its way down the side of your back. An audible gasp tears through you as you feel the sensation of Kirk's calloused fingertip swipe it away, before continuously making its way down to the base of your spine.

"You're still so tense," Kirk murmurs, his free hand pressing its thumb and index fingers into the dimples adorning the skin of your bottom back. He pauses and halts his movements as a saddened thought invades its way into his mind. "You aren't uncomfortable with me, are you?"

You immediately shake your head no, an unsettling twinge basing itself in your gut as your nonverbal attempt of reassurance doesn't get a response or reaction back from him. As carefully as you can without creating any more physical discomfort for yourself, you twist around to face him. Kirk's hands raise to stop you from moving once he sets the towel off to the side, but you gently brush his hands down to rest in his lap.

"You don't make me uncomfortable," You try to comfort him, the small smile on your face sliding off as you take in the wary and cautious look on his. You anxiously bring your hands together on your leg and wring them together, before muttering out your next words. "You make me nervous." Kirk's facial expression softens as he watches you avert your eyes and look elsewhere, unable to stop himself from reaching out to set his hands on top of yours.

"Talk to me, baby. I can't help you out if you won't let me know what's going on or bothering you." You nod uneasily, untensing your hands so he can entangle his fingers in yours and place them on the small space in between you.

"You don't make me uncomfortable, Kirk. You make me nervous. Every time you reach out to me and ask if I need help, I get all nervous as hell and make a damn fool out of myself. I don't think I've dropped so many amp boxes in my entire life, compared to the handful I have here with you guy in this past year," You playfully try to tug your hands away from his, the flush reappearing on your cheeks as his kisses the back of one of yours in a silent apology. "You haven't done anything wrong. The complete opposite, actually."

Your eyes snap back to his as he entirely lets go of your hands and carefully rearranges your legs to wrap them around him, your jean clad calves now pressed firmly against the back of his middle and the leg of the cushioned furniture, as he tugs you toward him. You rest your hands on his chest and lightly clutch onto the worn-out fabric as his hands find purchase on your waist.

"And what if I felt the same way about you?" He asks, his eyes filling with mirth as he watches yours widen in surprise, his glancing down to your now gaping lips as you part them in shock. "What if I told you that I've broken more guitar string that I should have been allowed to get away with, because I was too busy looking at you? Watching you run around and help everybody, exhausting yourself every single day on this tour and wanting to reach out and help you unwind? What if I told you that I set up this entire New Years after party, so that I could finally find enough courage to come over and tell you about how I felt myself?"

You let out a disbelieving huff of laughter, the shaking of your head causing your hair to cling to the sides of your face. "There's no way."

"Oh yeah, because the boys would never be alright with me inviting the roadies, or anyone else they happen to find attractive enough along to hang back with them and drink some alcohol after a concert." You stop laughing at that, your hands unclenching the fabric of his shirt and instead reaching up to rest against his shoulders, as he looks down at you with conviction.

"I've been gone for you for the past few months, and the only reason why I haven't had enough guts to say anything sooner is because you're so kind with everyone, and I wasn't able to tell if it was any different with me." His slightly shaking hands come up to grasp onto your chin once again, this time tugging you forward to rest your forehead against his.

"You are the most beautiful, hardworking, kind and patient woman I've ever met, and you knock me straight on my ass with just a single look, every single time and with no effort." You blink back tears and send him a tremor of a nervous smile, your heart beating insurmountably fast in your chest.

"And you are the most handsome, hardworking, down to earth, kickass lead guitarist I have ever had the honor of working with." Kirk lets out a shuttered bout of laughter as you lightly brush your lips against his, his grip on your chin losing strength and wavering as you whisper against him.

"Unwind me, then."

⭒

A giggle filters itself out from in between your kiss swollen lips as your legs are raised and placed onto Kirk's lap, you semi helpfully lifting your lower half from underneath you as he tugs down on the seemingly skintight fabric.

"Why in the absolute fucking world are your pants so tight for?" He huffs out, faux annoyance painted on his features before his expression smooths out and turns into an affectionate smile, the sound of your joy causing his heart to feel like it's beating out of his chest. The man in front of you lets out a cheer once he's able to tug them down and off from around your ankles, and your laughter settles into a gasp as his lips begin to trail up your bare legs.

Stubble roughly etches its own temporary indentation into your skin as he sucks and bites marks into your trembling limbs, and you can feel his grin widen against you the closer he gets to your clothed and wet sex. Heat pillows in your groin and a whine builds up in your throat as he stops to create another hickey on your inner thigh, this time only a few inches away from where you truly wanted him to be, his hands holding your stomach down in place as you squirm impatiently.

"Please, I need you." Kirk's eyes close in euphoria at the unsteady tone in your voice, his head raising and mouth removing itself from your purpling skin to dart up towards your pussy, his tongue peeking out to tease you through the cotton. Groaning as your slick pearls out through the fabric and envelops his tastebuds, Kirk lolls his appendage out to run it along your clothed folds, his spit darkening the fabric and causing it to cling to your swollen and pulsating folds.

"Fuck, if I could take a picture of you, I would." He whispers out, his eyes transfixed on the way you push against his hold in desperation, before he mercifully pulls your underwear down and immediately laps at your soaked clit. The cry that you weep lashes itself around the room and bleeds its way underneath the paper-thin door, and you buck against his dripping mouth as one of his hands reach down to bundle up the undergarment and shove it into his back pocket for safe keeping.

Kirk twists his tongue inside of your folds in a figure 8, causing your eyes to roll back in your head and your ankles to cross themselves behind his head, the action silently pleading for him not to pull back or tease. You let out a damn near scream once a single digit is thrusted its way inside of you and easily finds your spongelike spot, your eyes stinging from the dual sensation, it almost feeling like overstimulation even though you haven't orgasmed yet.

Your hand releases itself from around the pillow he carefully placed behind you to protect your injured shoulder, it easily finding purchase in his curly and wild locks as his tongue enters your entrance alongside his finger, his nose nudging against your clit and giving you the perfect amount of friction. Kirk harshly moans out against you as you tangle your fingers in his mane and yank, a second finger sliding inside of you and roughly nudging against your g-spot with relentless revenge. The combination of his tongue and two fingers inside of you and his moans reverberating over your sensitive sex brings you to your first climax, your legs clamping their way around his head and forcing him to stay in place as his mouth and hand continue to pleasure you without stopping.

You sob out his name and writhe in place as he continues to go down on you, only slowing down and licking you clean once he looks up to see large tear stains matting themselves on your cheeks.

"Want you." You brokenly whisper, your legs slowly unwinding from around him and allowing him to lean back. A fresh wave of slick pulses out of you as you take in his drunken expression, your cum covering his chin and jaw and nearly dripping down his neck. You carefully sit up before tugging his shirt over his head and bringing him up to your level, your tongue darting out to taste yourself on his sweat covered skin. Kirk pants out against you before lightly wrapping a hand around your throat to tug you into an opened mouth and messy kiss. You moan into him as the taste of your musk finds its way to you as he licks and teases you, and he grunts as your hand slides down to his covered bulge, your fingers pulsing around his generous length in a teasing manner.

"Baby, please don't." He pleads, squeezing his eyes shut as his balls tighten and raise, heat rushing to his groin and causing his dick to jerk in your grip. You lick your lips in hunger as you feel him pulsate against you, before slightly raising your hand and beginning to unbutton his jeans.

"You don't have to." He tries to assure you, although his hips buck upward to help you yank his jeans and briefs down all at once. "Want to feel you inside of me." You murmur out against his lips, drinking in his whimpers as you reach down to gather some of your wetness to use it as a lubricant to slide your hand down his red and angry shaft.

"Yeah? You can have whatever you'd like, baby. Use me." He moans as you gently push him back to lie down on the couch beneath the two of you, his hands coming up to steady you as you shuffle on top of him and get into a comfortable squatting position.

You gasp loudly as you feel the tip of his dick nudge and twitch against your still oversensitive clit as you ready yourself, and you both let out resounding and punched out sighs of relief as you slowly lower yourself onto his accommodating and girthy length.

"Happy New Years, baby." Kirk shakily jokes from beneath you, before gripping onto your hips to guide you up and down his weeping cock, your soaked and clenching walls welcoming him in every single time.

Happy New Years, indeed.

beach day with james and lars and friends <3

After Afterparty ࿐ James Hetfield (18+)

Laughter bellows out of your boyfriend as you tipsily stumble forward and toward your shared hotel room for the night in haste, your right hand clumsily digging inside of your dress's hidden pocket for the key card, as alcohol laced lips lazily make their way to your neck. The sounds of the other band members and their friends and lovers never ending partying and celebrating only a few feet away, seem to dissolve and disappear as soon as James presses himself flush against your back, the comforting smell of his natural musk and whiskey emanating off of him becoming the only thing you can truly focus on as you now absentmindedly continue to search.

A flush makes its way up to your cheeks and down your chest as you successfully locate the card, and your eyes almost flutter shut as large hands come up to securely wrap themselves around your middle. A calloused and rough hand presses itself into your stomach, and you fully relax against the comforting and welcomed, added weight.

"Any reason why you're rushing us into the room we have all night, when the party's still going on with the rest of our friends?" James asks you, amused, his bottom lip distractingly caressing the sensitive skin right underneath your left earlobe. You let out a teasingly quiet hum instead of verbally answering, and grin to yourself as you feel him exhale a hearty huff of a breath against the nape of your neck in retaliation. Before he could ask any more questions, you quickly find your bearings and slide the key into its receiver and push the door open, your breath hitching in your chest as you take in the shocked silence coming from behind you.

"I was thinking," you begin, licking your lips nervously as you feel James' arms tighten around you to bring you in impossibly closer, as if he was reminding himself that you're still there and with him. "That if you can't come home with me just yet, then I'll bring a little bit of home to you."

Your eyes drift over the room and a content smile lifts your lips as you take in the handful of framed photos and memorabilia you sneakily brought with you; the jacket James lent to you on your first date strewn across the loveseat near the dresser and standing out against the all-white theme of the room. The set of matching gold bands of promise rings resting on the bedside table, mimicking the time when James surprised you the morning of your two-year anniversary. The stapled together concert tickets of your favorite band, in memory of the night he first told you he loved you and promised you forever. The scuffed up and discolored set of keys belonging to your first shared apartment, standing up proudly against the photo of you two in your now current and co-owned dream house.

You tilt your head up to press a comforting kiss against the scruff of facial hair on his chin and gently untangle his hands from you as you take a step further into the room, airy laughter filtering through your lips as you're instantly tugged back into his personal space. James rests his head on top of yours and lowers his hands down to stroke his palms against the soft skin of the insides of your wrists.

"This is amazing." James whispers, his eyes watering as he stares at the photo your friends took of the two of you on your first date together. You turn yourself around to face him and coo as you watch a stray tear slide down his beautiful, acne scarred and dimpled cheek. You lift yourself to the tips of your toes and raise a hand to use your thumb to gently brush it away, before delicately grasping onto his chin and guiding him down to your height and line of view. James looks down at you adoringly as you send him a soft smile, his own lips lifting up from the sight of yours alone.

You take in the look of genuine exhaustion on his face, the alcohol and your presence being calming enough for him to fully wind down after the three-hour concert and afterparty, and you silently tilt your head toward the bathroom. The few drinks coursing themselves through you make you feel abnormally bold and confident, and you loosely pluck at your boyfriend's sweat clad shirt.

"Take a shower with me?" You ask, your dress beginning to feel heavy and too over the top as the room's door firmly shuts and locks itself behind the two of you. James nods against your hold and lowers his head down to give you a whiskey flavored and passionate, thankful kiss, his practiced fingers instinctively reaching behind you to unclasp the seam on your dress and pull the zipper down with finesse.

"Anywhere you want to go, I'm coming with you." He responds, answers, promises. You carefully step out of the dress once James bends down to collect it, and you tug his shirt over his head as he guides you backwards, his hands reaching down to help you unbuckle his belt, as yours are unsteady. Your eyes darken as you stare down at his now bare skin, the happy trail of dirty blonde hair on his lower stomach becoming fully exposed as he pulls his boxers down. Your eyes quickly zero in on his biceps contracting from the movement, and you bring your bottom lip into your mouth, imagining yours as his. Heat begins to coil and tighten in your groin, and you feel a small surge of a pulsation make its way down to your clit.

James sucks in a deep breath once he straightens up and absorbs in the sight of you. Nipples hardening from the cool air and hair askew from the earlier wind and dancing, your doe eyes wide and pupils dilated, with a beautiful flush taking over the upper half of your body. James feels his cock begin to harden and fill, and he lets out a moan filled with pleasure just by looking at you. He quickly kicks his underwear to the side and reaches an arm out to touch you, craving the contact of your skin. Your eyelids flutter once his thick and long fingers entangle themselves into the stray baby hairs lying on the nape of your neck, and your upper half leans forward to arch into his hold right away.

"Are you still too drunk?" He asks you, worry filling his tone, even in his highly aroused state. You hastily shake your head no and rest your lower spine on the tiled wall behind you, the coldness of it making you jolt in shock and helping you sober up. Gasping as your hardened buds brush against your boyfriend's firm and muscled chest, you suddenly decide you were now wide awake and completely clearheaded, and ready to take whatever he was willing to give you.

James closes his eyes with a grunt as he feels your stomach press against his aching and pulsating dick as you purposefully brush up against him, and his fingers tighten in your mane, causing you to gasp out in the quiet bathroom and squeeze your legs shut.

"Please, I want you." You plead, your eyes blearily looking up into his as he holds you in place, his own eyes heady and weighed down with pure, adulterated lust.

"Yeah? Where do you want me, baby?" James asks you huskily, using his grip in your hair to guide you toward the see through and ceiling high, glass walls and doors of the shower. You place your hands on the door in front of you and breathe shakily against it as he removes his grip from your hair and kneels down next to your backside. Your breath fogs the glass as you feel his teeth teasingly tug your cotton underwear down your now trembling thighs, and your hips jump as he places a peck on the backs of each of your knees.

"I want you everywhere, want to feel you even after I leave." You whisper, your heart unevenly pounding in your chest as his hands dance on your skin as he stands back up. James places a gentle kiss on your shoulder and guides you back up straight, before turning you around and lifting you up. You both let out harsh pants as his cockhead brushes against your clit from the movement, and he dazedly nods, his head swimming as your legs wrap around his waist and bring his hips even closer to yours.

You encircle your arms around his broad shoulders and use the hold as leverage as you carefully lift yourself up, a moaning tearing itself through your chest as his shaft slides in between your slick and swollen folds. James lets out a curse and unwraps an arm from around you to slam one of the shower's doors open.

"Don't make me wait," you murmur against his lips shakily, your arousal beginning to bead and drip onto the tiled floor as your boyfriend hastily carries you into the compartment.

You don't even flinch as your back makes contact with the freezing cold wall, or when the water cascades down the two of you, a handful of degrees too low. Ravenous hands run their way down the both of your bodies, and the only sounds that emanate through the entire enclosed space of the hotel room are pants, whispered pleads of names, and thick droplets of water running themselves down heated and sumptuous skin.

James licks into your mouth like a starving man, craving your taste and your touch, just like you with his. You cry out his name and beg for him to touch you as his hand teasingly makes its way down your front, only stopping centimeters away from your throbbing sex each time your hips buck into his touch. Tears sting your eyes and merge into the water pouring over the two of you, and James finally relents once he sees the desperation painting itself all over your features, your begging and tears making his ballsack throb and raise with gut wrenching pleasure.

And who the hell was he to ever tell you no?

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You grip onto James' soaked locks as he surges his tongue inside of your entrance, two fingers already knuckle deep inside of you and curving up to dig into your sponge-like and pleasure filled spot with ease. Your legs spasm around his shoulders and you cry out shakily as he relentlessly fucks you with his fingers and tongue, his cock hot and heavy on the shower's floor and weeping precum.

James moans against you and grins almost sadistically to himself as you scream his name, your third orgasm ripping its way out of you and causing your groin to tighten with overstimulation, your releases being back-to-back and with no breaks in between.

"Please," you sob out, your legs seizing against his scratch covered back and your arms falling limp to your sides. "No more."

James slowly removes himself from you once he laps up the entirety of your arousal and licks you clean, and you torridly blush once he comes into view. Your cum is matted in his facial hair and his expression is smug, yet also fucked out and disheveled. His hair is soaked and fully curled, matted to his forehead and cheeks and causing his usually blue eyes to look almost obsidian. You wince as he removes your legs from his shoulders, and annoyance runs through you as he lets out a huff filled with amusement, his eyes staring down at your twitching and oversensitive cunt.

Your swollen and hickey bruised pussy pulses out another beading of arousal as you take in his still hungry expression, and you shakily make your way onto your knees, ignoring his new surprised and worried looks. You guide your perplexed boyfriend onto his back, before straddling him and reaching down to enclose your hand around his red and leaking dick. James moans and pants out harshly as you roughly squeeze his shaft and trace the fingertip of your thumb alongside the pulsating vein underneath his tip.

You watch in satisfaction as his mouth falls open into a perfect O as you bring his length up to your entrance and insert his tip into your tight heat, and you smoothly make your way down until your reddened asscheeks meet his trembling hips to the hilt. James stares up at you with wide and dazed eyes, seemingly unable to speak, and your smirk to yourself, feeling just as he had earlier.

"Where do you need me, baby?" You mockingly ask him, before steadily squatting down on top of him and riding him for all he's worth. You cry out in tandem as his satisfactory length hits all of your right spots, making sure to fully ride him so that every time your hips meet his, your clit rubs against his toned and heaving stomach. James stutters for breath underneath you, the now freezing cold water doing nothing to help the heat emanating from his body as you ride him until he's incoherent, his hips being held down by your hands and making him only something you can use for your own pleasure. James' eye shut at the thought, the thought making him gush precum and add even more slick to your already soaked, velvet-like walls. Your hips smack down onto his with tenacity, the sound echoing off of the walls and almost louder than the duet of the sounds of your guys' moans. You twist your hips and tremble mid-thrust, as his tip punches right against your cervix.

Mouth gaping open, you repeat the movement and sob out James' name as you orgasm once again, your vision flashing white and your pussy walls constricting against your boyfriend's dick in a death grip. James wraps his shaking arms around your shuddering figure and thrusts his hips up to meet yours, grunting as your walls accommodate and welcome him in, no matter how sensitive.

You can only hold onto his shoulders as he uses you for his own pleasure, your nails digging into his skin as he pounds and fucks into with reckless abandon. You look down into his eyes and nearly gasp as you find him looking back up at you.

"I love you, doll." He murmurs to you, the sentiment almost being drowned out by the sound of the water spurting itself out of the showerhead just a few feet away from you. You couldn't help but laugh at the inconvenient timing of his words, and he soon chuckles after you begin, his ending in a grunt as he finishes inside of you and pumps you full of his seed. Your pussy instinctively clenches around him to keep him close, not wanting to lose a single drop of his warm release.

You sigh out in relief and fully sit back down once you hear his bottom half make contact with the wet floor underneath the two of you.

"I love you too." You grin out, feeling high as you slump down against his chest and try to catch your breath. James places a delicate kiss to the crown of your head, before sliding a hand down to tap at your sore asscheek.

"Time to get up." He announces, causing your eyes to widen and for you to immediately shake your head. "James, I don't think I can walk after that."

Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow, biting back a cheeky grin and using his feet to slide you both up into a sitting position, the cool wall being a welcoming contrast to his now sore and burning back. "Shouldn't have ridden me stupid, then."

"Shouldn't have eaten me out until I nearly cried." You rebut, the building and broad smiles on your faces turning into shared, warm laughter, and you lean up to place a kiss on his bruising lips.

"I missed you," You whisper, the warm atmosphere turning soft as you peer up at him, your heart feeling full and joyous as you pick up on the devotion and love beaming from his eyes. James rubs soothing circles into your back and brings you up until your chest to chest and face to face with him. "I hope you liked my surprise."

"Sweetheart, I love anything that comes from you. And I promise to love anything and everything else that comes from you for the rest of our lives." You blink back tears, opening your mouth to say something sweet back, but pause as you feel him begin to harden inside of you once again. You look at him in disbelief and let out a giggle as he shrugs back at you with an innocent expression on his face.

"Sentimental shit gets your hard, huh?" You tease, letting out a squeal as he flips you over onto your stomach, and you place your hands on the fogged up and condensation covered shower glass wall as he situates himself on top of you in a mounting position.

"No, just you." You rest your head on your stretched out arm and shake your head in amusement, before crying out and curling your toes as he reaches that deep spot inside of you with his very first thrust, this time, with your mouth gaping open in a perfect O.

You two take full advantage of the hotel room, especially every inch of the bathroom, for the entirety of the rest of the night. And maybe for some of the morning, too.