#Metallica Fic

[aestas666]

The Interview [K. Hammett]

pairings: kirk hammett/female! reader

warning/s: smut, inappropriate language. MINORS DNI

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5:00 AM

That’s what the clock read as I blinked my eyes groggily. My body was still numb from sleep. The hours rushed by so fast it was as if I never slept.

“God, I have an interview.”  I thought as I rose from the soft duvet and headed toward the kitchen to make myself some coffee. I glanced at my apartment windows noticing the still dark sky. As the coffee maker softly hummed in the background, I pulled out my papers to look back into the history of the band I would interview later on.

METALLICA

That’s what was written as the headliner of the article I was reading in huge bold text.

Hopping into the shower I was rehearsing my questions, I had none prepared. That was the point of our brand. We intend to make things come up naturally and we invest on making sure we knew who we were talking to flat out.

“Should I look up a photo of them?” ... Shaking my head, I thought an element of surprise would be good.

After the shower I hurriedly rushed to my closet. “Should I dress in black? I mean- they’re a metal band. Am I supposed to look the part?” All these questions rushed in. I really should have prepared more the day before. I pulled out some black button long sleeves and some denim shorts with a black studded belt.

Downing the coffee in one go, I grabbed the keys of my car and rushed to the venue. It was in some room of the arena they were performing in. Call time was at 7:00 and it’s already 6:48.

Parking was easy, the lot was huge. I found myself running to the arena and into a hallway. Stopping at a door with 1507 written at the front.

I took a deep breath in and entered. The crew was in already. 2 guys named Michael and Jim. 

As soon as I walked in Jim (the cameraman) hit record. 

Only one guy was sitting on the chair, I looked back at Michael in confusion as he just nodded at me to go on. 

“Oh, um hi-” I extended my hand over the table as I took a seat down in front of him.

“Kirk. Kirk Hammett. Yeah, it’s just me, the guys are still sleeping.” He laughed softly as he shook my hand.

“Yeah sure, that’ll be fine. We could start the one-on-one interview now if you’d like?”

“Oh for sure yeah, you guys are the Ride or Die people, right? How does this work?” He looked at me with intent as I waved off Jim to stop filming.

“Yup that’s us. Basically, we ask general questions. Some fan questions that could get a liiitle too personal can come up and you have to answer honestly. That’s our whole gig.” He nodded, his mouth making a small “o”. 

“This’ll be interesting for sure. Never expected a cute girl from a name like Ride or Die actually.” His comment made me heat up; I mean. This man was gorgeous, he had such nice curls and an adorable smile. There was so much I wanted to-

“Hey. Are we starting?” Jim interrupted my thoughts as Kirk looked back at me, amused.

“Ah yeah- sorry. Start rolling.” He hit the record button as I once again extended my hand to the guitarist.

“(Y/N)”

“Pretty name, I’m uh. Kirk.” He grinned at the camera almost awkwardly.

“Renowned guitarist of Metallica. Wow it truly is an honor. How are you doing today, Kirk?”

“Haven’t had breakfast, the boys are sleeping, it’s 7:00 AM. I’m pretty good.” We both shared a laugh as we finished up some questions on the album, the band’s touring and his thoughts on the city.

“Now for the fun part. Fan questions. I’ve gathered some questions they are dying to know.” I enunciated the ‘dying’, watching him suddenly turn to stifle a small laugh.

“I’m kinda scared to be honest. They could get a little crazy.”

“You’ll be fine! This one is from Kacey, and she wants to know what your type in groupies are.” I cocked a brow at his furrowed ones.

“Wow. This one’ll need some deep thought.” He looked up as if he was reflecting. 

“Probably someone like her.” He nodded at me as I held my chest in pretend shock.

“I look like a groupie?” 

“You’d look good as one.” It was Michael's turn to chuckle as the camera whipped to him and I shot him a look.

“Who was the last person you had in bed?” I continued.

“Jesus. At least get me some breakfast first, wow.” He rubbed his face in embarrassment as he went on “Come with me and it could be you.” 

“God I would.” 

“What was that?” He shot me a look as if in shock.

“Huh?”

“You said you would. You’ve got some honesty there Ms. Interviewer.” He leaned in my direction as I mouthed a “cut that out” to Michael, who just rolled his eyes at me.

“This is the last question.” I stated as he clasped his hands together, awaiting.

“What place do you want to visit most?”

“Back to serious ones huh. Hawaii. It just looks so relaxing y’know.” 

“Well. Thanks Kirk. That’s all.” I glanced back at the 2 men who hurriedly sorted their gear back into place.

“Yeah, the rest of the band probably isn’t going to wake up any sooner.” Kirk called out to me as I rose from my seat to leave.

“Ah yeah that’s fine. I could come back some other time.” I put the notes I had back in my bag.

“I was serious by the way. I think you’re gorgeous.” My heart was suddenly pounding, I looked back to see both Jim and Michael gone. 

“Thanks, Kirk. You look goo..d” I mentally face palmed. I was dead nervous, and it was more than obvious.

“I don’t bite (Y/N). Come here.” He rose from the seat and approached me. He was taller, by some inches. He smelled like tobacco and a few hints of spearmint. 

“I’m sure you don’t.” I backed up toward a couch just at the end of the room.

“Relax. I’ll take care of you. Sit down.” He motioned toward the couch as he knelt on the ground. 

“Tell me. Do you want this?” 

Only a sicko wouldn’t want this. He was knelt before me and I just wanted to scream. “Yes please.” He grabbed my calves from the bottom as he softly trailed them on top of my knees. “Remove your shorts.” Quickly removing my belt, I looked away in embarrassment, I was still wearing my underwear and I was already flustered. Christ. “Pink panties? Thanks for dressing up for the interview I guess.” Kirk grinned, his fingers clasping at both sides and dragging the underwear down.

“Hey. I could stop anytime.” His brown eyes bore into mine as I shook my head with a clear no.

His rough hands caressed my thighs, opening my legs further. “You’re so wet already.” He dragged a finger down my slit and back up. Resting a hand on my stomach he licked a stripe and gave a coy smile at my flustered face. “Do you want me to stop?” His voice was almost a whisper as the pounding in my ears increased. 

He stood up and leaned toward me to give a kiss, his lips were soft and wet and strangely tasted like mint. Grabbing my waist, he sat next to me and pulled me up to his lap as he continued to feather my neck with small kisses. 

I lifted my hips as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, he raised his hand to gather the slick from my cunt and pumped himself, his breath hitching.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, please.” I breathed out as he gently placed both his hands on my hips and lowered my body to his tip. “Fuck.” He moaned out, stretching me as I whined at the foreign feeling. My eyes squeezed shut while he whispered reassuring words, dragging his other hand on the back of my head and pulling me closer. 

“It’s alright sweet girl, move when you’re ready.”

I rested my head on his shoulder as I raised my hips up slightly and started moving at a slow pace. Gaining the courage as I got used to the pressure, he met my bounces with a hard thrust each time. I moved my head up to look at him. His hair stuck at the sweat of his forehead and his blown eyes focused on his cock pounding my cunt. 

He flipped me over and was now on top, still pounding, chasing his high. My legs were over his arms now as I gasped at the new position. Placing his thumb on my clit, he rubbed small circles, his jaw slack. My eyebrows furrow as I feel my orgasm rushing. “C’mon, baby.” He leaned to kiss me again, suppressing my soft moans. 

“Fuck, Kirk. I’m close.” My eyes started to tear up as his pace quickened. He’s hitting my sweet spot over and over as I choked a moan and felt my body tense and slacken at my release. 

“Your pussy feels so fucking good. I’m close, baby.” He rambled as he rammed into me, and I felt him fill me up after his thrusts.

He pulled out as I swallowed at the feeling of loss. He knelt in front of me between my legs and laid his head on my stomach, breathless.

“Wanna interview me again sometime?” He looked up with the same cheeky grin.

“I’ll think about it.”

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[kirk-says-wah]

45 with Dave and James. ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Thank you again for the ask!! 💕

Send me a number and a pairing and I’ll write a little something

45 - Ownership/claiming/marking

Dave slaps James’s ass, a handprints bruising the sensitive flesh, and James cries out, gagging around the thick cock in his mouth.

“Tell me, James,” Dave says, voice taunting, pulling his cock out from the depths of James’s throat. “Who do you belong to?”

James doesn’t answer, drool starting to puddle on his knees where it hangs from his mouth, lips still spread wide, ready for Dave to plough into him.

Dave grunts, yanks on James’s hair until he’s standing up before pushing him onto the bed. James goes willingly, automatically getting on his back, but Dave just tuts, smacking at his thigh.

James jolts, a whine clogging in his throat.

“Hands and knees,” Dave says, voice hard.

James nods, quickly getting onto his hands and knees, elbows shaking trying to keep his weight up.

Dave smirks, trails his cock between James’s cheeks, sliding it up the crack of his ass.

“I said, who do you belong to?”

James still doesn’t answer, too caught up with the feeling of Dave’s cock pressed against his hole.

Dave doesn’t like being ignored though, and he pulls away. James whines, and Dave grabs his throat, pulling him back onto his knees so that his back hits Dave’s chest.

“Huh, James?” Dave sneers, moving his other hand to take a hold of James’s cock.

“Who does this cock belong to?”

James bucks in his grip, and so Dave pinches the tip of his cock, causing him to cry out.

“Answer me.”

“Yours,” James finally snivels, eyes wet, Dave’s hand still around his throat. “I’m yours.”

Dave grunts, leaning down to suck a deep bruise into the side of James’s neck, knowing full well everyone will be able to see it when he’s done. But he wants people to know. He wants people to know that James belongs to him and only him.

James’s eyes roll back, hips jolting up into Dave’s grip and Dave finally pushes him back down onto his hands and knees.

“You’re mine,” he says, teeth pulling on James’s earlobe. James shudders in his grip, and Dave holds on tighter.

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[thenaughtynun]

My next one shot will be Lars cross dressing for James! 😏 Little latex dress, makeup, and a mirror. Lars and James from the I Disappear music video, so early 2000s. 😍😍🩷🩷 How does that sound?

#jlars #james hetfield #lars ulrich #james x lars #metallica #metallica fic #gay fanfiction

[m4da1yn]

curious, if i wrote a fic about kirk, who would read it?

and im talking like multiple chapter, slow burn fic.

(im asking bc i already wrote chapter one, its in the drafts :3)

#kirk hammett #kirk hammett fic #fanfic #metallica #metallica fic #kirk hammett smut

[bubbledtee]

Jamie w pregnant reader!!!

Tummy talks!! He’ll just talk to your swollen belly for HOURS and whenever you bud in he’s like “do you mind?? We’re having a conversation here”

occasionally lifting your tummy to relieve some of the pressure on your body<3<3<3 he’s a caring hubby

dealing with your morning sickness/mood swings/unusual cravings

Shopping for baby clothes together and he’s just gushing about how cute and small everything is

loves your pregnant body and won’t stop staring at your milk filled tits (yep, I went there)

AHHHH YES. he talks to your tummy every night when you're on the couch together watching tv <33 he's telling the baby how much he can't wait to meet them and kissing your tummy so much :(

and then when he lifts up your tummy, it's almost always by surprise. he'll come home one evening after being at the studio all day and he'll come up behind you while you're cooking dinner, asking you about your day: "how'd today go, honey?" he'd ask gently, not giving you much time to answer before lifting your tummy, immediately sending all coherent thoughts out of the window.

the relief of nearly all the weight being lifted from your back would make you sigh in relief before finally answering him, "it's amazing now," you'd practically moan, leaning your head back against jamie's shoulder <33

and when it comes to the cravings and mood swings and morning sickness, he's just the sweetest to you ever. if you're really craving something late at night, he'll go out to the store and buy it for you <33 and he'll always sit on the floor with you and soothe you through the morning sickness and he's just the best about mood swings. if you're crying over things that are seemingly pointless, he'll still soothe you and help you feel better <3333

AHHHH AND BABY SHOPPING oh my god he thinks that the little shoes and socks are the cutest thing ever. and if you're having a little girl, he's definitely the type to wanna get all the shirts and onesies that say stuff like "daddy's little girl" and "I love my daddy". he's such a girl dad

and then yes he absolutely loves your milk-filled tits and thinks your pregnant body is just so sexy <33 he thinks your tummy is just absolutely perfect and UGH he just loves seeing you carry around his baby <33

#james hetfield #papa het #james hetfield fluff #james hetfield x y/n #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield smut #papa het x reader #papa het fluff #papa het smut #papa het x you #metallica #metallica fic #metallica smut #ask #w0niecult #i'm sorry for the late response AGAIN bamb #bub’s thoughts

[pockcock]

So, since @satans-helper blessed me with a new fic today, I decided to post this moldboard of my upcoming series (I'm still plotting tho so I don't know when it'll come out!). I also really enjoyed your faerie!jason fic, I'll go back to read and comment once I'm free from my midterms!

Also, go check satans-helper! They have some really insanely cool fics!

#sun.txt #jason newsted #jason newsted fic #metallica fic #metallica #there's cliff #dave #robert #damn I'm excited for this one #a bit nervous too hehe #first time writing metallica dayum #they're hard to write ngl

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His presence around the house was far from uncommon. Honestly, it seemed like James was around your house more than he was around his own. You'd come home: he'd be lingering in the kitchen, rifling around in the cupboards to procure a glass, pour himself a drink and smile at you before retreating to your brother's room upstairs. If you didn't find him in the kitchen, he'd be in the garden, throwing a football back and forth with your brother while he charmed your dad who stood a foot away with a beer in hand.

He was never out of the goddamn place. 

However, more recently, there'd been another area of the house that James had begun to occupy–an area that you didn't think he'd cross. The boundary had been placed there the first day he came round with a firm, "Don't go in my sister's room or she'll kill you," from your brother. James had complied quite happily for some time. He didn't have much of a desire to go into his best friend's little sister's bedroom. Why would he? 

That thought remained until the night your mom had officially invited him to participate in the family dinner. When he’d realised something…strange about you. Something different.  

Your mom had requested he come around, saying that they had never properly sat down to get to know him despite him being around so often. Your brother had shrugged, muttering a simple "whatever" and then mumbled something about calling him and asking.

That was how James had managed to join the family dinner–his seat placed opposite you. At first, he didn't give it much thought, too focused on impressing your mom and behaving in front of your dad. But then he began to catch your eye, the cough that followed it and then the nervous fidgeting as you played with your food.

It had been such a confusing ordeal–James weighing up all the options in his head. The few that came to mind had him shifting uncomfortably in his seat and for his own peace of mind, he concluded that you were just shy.

Nonetheless, after that dinner, you began to act strange around him; seeming to run into him an awful lot more than you usually did. Unfortunately for him, the regular interactions had caused something to transpire deep in his gut–something forbidden.

And it was that one night in the kitchen when he was staying over and couldn't sleep because he'd overheard you on the phone giggling and talking to your friend about some guy, that the dynamic shifted. When you bumped into him and your face smacked into his chest as you exited the kitchen and he entered.

You'd been so embarrassed that he'd had to grab both of your shoulders and promise that it was an accident. Then, there'd been a moment of silence, a tension in the air that neither of you decided to address as you shuffled a little closer.

Without thinking it through, he had kissed you that night–with the moonlight streaming through the window and all his inhibitions leaving his head.

It had been a whole lot of sneaking around since then. He'd kiss you in the dead of night when you both "accidentally” bumped into each other on the way to the bathroom. He'd kick you under the table every time your mom asked him about his love life and you'd try and hide your smirk by shovelling food into your mouth. He'd make his way to your room in the dark when everyone else was asleep, muffling the sounds you made with a pillow as he nipped at your thighs and slipped his fingers deep inside you. He'd intentionally come around early before your brother or your dad was home, and grin giddily when he opened your door and saw your face light up.

However, because of how little you got to be alone, you'd yet to take that one leap - the one thing you so desperately wanted to do with him.

And he'd promised so many times that it would happen soon–with a kiss on your forehead and his arms wrapping around your middle.

"Soon, baby, I promise." He'd say.

Soon felt like months, waiting expectantly for him to come into your room and just fuck you. It wasn't as if everything else you did wasn't enough, but you were so desperate for more of him that you didn't think of much else than his full weight on top of you, his cock pushing inside you as he clapped his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.

Finally, after far too long, it was happening.

He'd come early like he did often nowadays (much to your mom's enjoyment) and slipped into your room, lying down on his assigned side of the bed and gazing up at you.

"Guess what?" he'd said.

Raising your eyebrows and putting your book down, you crawled over to him, swinging your leg over his hips to straddle him.

"What?" His hands found their preferred place on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the skin.

"Guess."

You rolled your eyes, not able to contain your smile as you placed your hands over his.

"Don't be difficult."

You weaved your fingers around his hands, pulling them away from your hips so you could hold them.

"Just guess." He smirked up at you, eyes alight with affection.

"No," you'd said stubbornly. "Tell me."

He shook his head at your behaviour, the both of you not even able to pretend that you weren't so incredibly happy being in each other's presence.

"You want a clue?"

You had supposed that was the middle ground and had nodded.

That smirk never leaving his lips, he had untangled his fingers from yours, put his hands on your hips again and gripped you tight against his crotch. Insistently, he rolled his hips upwards–revelling in the slight parting of your mouth.

"Guess." He'd muttered, grip on your hips not loosening.

Eyes fluttering open, you'd furrowed your brow, looking at him sceptically.

"You mean…" He'd nodded and the smile that broke across your face was so wide it almost hurt. You'd cupped his cheeks as you kissed him, a grin still on your face as his hands snaked up your back–hugging you close to his chest. “Really?” You’d consolidated, the thought that maybe he was teasing you a genuine speculation.

“Would I lie to you?” 

“Yeah,” you’d responded quickly and he’d let out a short chuckle, hands roaming underneath your shirt and warm against your back. 

“Well, I’m not lying this time.” He’d beamed up at you and you’d beamed right back, pressing your lips to his once again and pouring all of your gratitude into the kiss. 

Then, the front door had slammed open, the sound vibrating throughout the house and you'd both abruptly pulled away.

"Shit, that's your brother." He'd said and you'd scrambled off of him, giggling as he frantically adjusted himself in his pants. You had pecked his lips once before he opened the door.

"I'll see you tonight," he’d promised.

"Tonight."

All evening. All damn evening you had been waiting for him, trying to preoccupy yourself with anything you could. You'd tried focusing on your book but every time you got to the bottom of the page, you realised that you hadn't been reading at all and had to start all over again. You’d helped your mom a little with preparing dinner for tomorrow but even she had picked up on your abnormal mood and the incessant questions had just pissed you off. Eventually, you stopped trying and instead decided to go shower. In preparation.

It was like the asshole knew where you were at every moment because as soon as you stepped out of the bathroom, face hot and legs freshly shaved, he was waiting patiently. A quick scan from head to toe and a smirk.

"For me?" He asked, already knowing the answer from the way you rolled your eyes and adjusted the towel on your head.

"No."

"No?"

"No," you confirmed. "It's all for myself."

"Just for you, huh?"

You nodded.

"Okay, then, guess I won't come by tonight."

You didn't call his bluff, just muttering an "asshole" and walking past him with a roll of your eyes.

You didn't miss the hand grabbing your ass and you also didn't miss the laugh that followed your squeal. After a harsh look, eyes narrowed and smirk unable to be dampened, you scampered away to your room, cheeks hot and heart fluttering.

It was torture, having to wait so long for him. The day passed by extremely slowly and the noise coming from your brother's room was so loud that you’d wanted to go in there and drag him by the scruff of his neck to your bed. There was always a tinge of jealousy when he’d spend copious amounts of time with your brother, the laughter from the room down the hallway always taunting your envy. But, turning on the stereo to drown out the noise, you began to settle, rolling around in bed and trying to think of anything but what would be happening soon. Your stomach roiled all day, nervous butterflies dancing in your belly whilst you patiently kicked your feet. 

You just thanked God that your mom hadn’t made a real meal that night and you’d been able to indulge in a shitty TV dinner that you couldn’t quite stomach. In your room. By yourself, without his lingering gaze and goddamn smirk that had you weak in the knees. It was nice for the most part. But it would’ve been better if he was there. 

Midnight rolled around and he still didn’t show, the moonlight casing your room in a white glow that cast profound shadows onto the wall. You found yourself staring at them as a sense of melancholia washed over you. Even if he’d got drunk and passed out, even if he’d genuinely forgotten what he’d promised, you don’t think you’d forgive him for this. 

His words had meant so much to you, the simple way he had proposed such an idea to you. It had meant so much. 

Rolling over onto your side, you huff in irritation. God, was he gonna get an earful when you saw him again. You were so angry that you were in the right mind to do so right in front of your brother. And your dad. And why not throw your mom into the mix too? What did you have to lose? Maybe, the least you’d get would be a telling–off and a lecture about the importance of boundaries. Your brother would stop talking to you for a few weeks but he’d come round. James, however, wouldn’t be leaving that house without some serious injuries. 

Just as the thought became appealing, there was a light knock on your door. Your heart jumped at the thought of who could be on the other side, stomach twisting as you got out of bed and padded over, barefooted to the source of the noise. 

If it wasn’t him, you were going to murder him in his sleep. 

The metal of the doorknob cool against your fingers, you twisted the handle and pulled the door open, your face one of frustration as the blonde mess of his hair met your eyes. 

“You’re late,” you said plainly. 

“I know, I know.” He pushed his way into your room, repeating his actions from the morning and sitting down on the bed. “I’m sorry, baby, your brother just wouldn’t pass out. I tried to get him as drunk as I could without killing him.” 

You stayed where you were, arms crossed and pouting. He noted your silence and sighed deeply. 

“C’mon, you know I would’ve come quicker if I could,” he appeased, eyes never leaving yours. 

“I’ve been waiting all day,” you complained. 

“Babe, I couldn’t.” He stood up and approached you, intent on mollifying your vexation. “You don’t want us to get caught do you?” 

“I was thinking about it,” you grumbled, unable to control the flipping in your stomach as you remembered why he was here in the first place. Swallowing, you tried to push the excitement from your body and focus on why you were so mad at him. Though, it seemed irrelevant now. “I was hoping you’d get caught so my brother would beat you up for fucking his little sister.” 

Your frustration only grew as he began to laugh. 

“Technically,” he began, planting himself in front of you and carefully circling his arms around your waist–tugging you close. “I haven’t fucked you yet.” 

You try and prevent a smirk but it's impossible. He notices the slight twitch of your lips and takes that as a sign he can go further. 

“Is that why you’ve got such an attitude? You just horny?” 

Your eyes widen at his blatant crudeness, pushing against his chest which only makes him hold you tighter. 

“James,” you scold, giggling as he runs his hand through your hair and smiles down at you. 

There’s silence for a moment as the energy in the room shifts, your ears ringing as he scans your face and holds the back of your head in his hand. He softly strokes your hair, smiling at you with such genuine adoration that you forget why you were ever mad at him. How could you be mad at such a handsome face?

“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs, circling patterns into your waist and tugging you closer to him. 

“Don’t start getting all romantic,” you say, your face getting hot as the words linger in the air. 

“Just telling the truth.” 

You smile at him, tugging at your bottom lip with your teeth and melting into his hold. 

No reason to be angry when he was being so sweet. 

“C’mon,” he starts guiding both of you towards the bed, walking backwards until his legs hit the edge. “Let me make it up to you.”

Your stomach is flipping so much you think you might be sick, your heart beating fast in your chest as he spins you around and lightly pushes you down onto the bed. You go with him, back hitting the mattress and shuffling away until your head hits the pillow. 

It’s not long before his lips press against yours, opening up your mouth in a sweet kiss that has you arching into him. The wait was worth it, your brain a muddled mess as you thread your hands into his hair and revell in the weight of him on top of you. 

His kisses continue on your jaw, your neck, down to your collarbone and back up to your cheek where he pulls away with a heaving chest. 

“You sure you want to?” he asks, not having to specify. You knew exactly what he was implying.

“More than anything,” you reply, pressing your lips to his and resuming your desperate kisses. 

A groan comes deep from the back of his throat, sending vibrations through every inch of your body and eliciting a pathetic whine from you. 

“You desperate, baby?” he asks breathlessly as he attacks your neck again, hands sliding underneath your shirt and pushing it up underneath your armpits. 

You nod as he gropes your breasts, the sight of your bare tits giving him that wild look in his eyes that always appeared when he touched you. When his head was between your legs and he gazed up at you with a look one can only describe as pure, unadulterated lust and desire.

“Me too,” he breathes out. “Been desperate all fuckin’ day.” 

You can only whine, his thumbs dragging over your nipples, squeezing and rolling them between his fingers until they sit hard against your flesh. He groans before leaning in to attack the skin, biting and suckling each breast and, forgetting where you were, a moan slips from your lips loud enough to wake the residents of the house.

He stops and claps a hand over your mouth, shaking his head as he listens for any noise. After a moment of silence, his eyes on the door the entire time, he decides that no one is coming and presses his hand harder against your mouth.

“Forgot you can’t be quiet,” James says.

You try to tell him to shut up but it comes out muffled and unintelligible under his hand. 

“What was that?” he teases and you try and speak again. He gives you a look of confusion, refusing to take his hand off you. “Huh? Not quite getting it.” 

You try and kick at him but he holds you down by your hip, not giving any indication he’s letting you go any time soon as you writhe underneath him. After many futile attempts and a smug smile from him, you lick the palm of his hand, relishing in the look of disgust on his face as he finally pulls away. 

“I told you to shut up,” you say, giggling lightly as he wipes his hand on your shorts. 

“You’re the one who needs to stay quiet,” he counters and tenderly pushes hair from your face. His eyes narrow and he rests his hand on your cheek. 

For a split second, you question yourself.

“Did I ruin the mood?” you ask trepidatiously and he laughs in reply. A short-lived laugh filled with affection. 

“No, baby.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips in confirmation, filling you with warmth and love so profound, that it didn’t all that matter that you were about to embark on something so intimate with your brother's best friend. You thought you’d feel a little more guilty for even thinking of it but he made you so insurmountably happy and so full that you just didn’t care. 

“Good,” you say, your bottom lip between your teeth as his hands trail further up your body, brushing the underside of your breasts. 

“Well,” he mutters as he creeps closer to your flesh, your body shivering in anticipation. “Where were we?” 

There’s no time to reply as he presses his mouth to yours, groping your breasts and running his thumb over the raised nipple. Smiling into your mouth at your whimper, he caresses the curves of your body, the dip in your waist and the smoothness of your freshly shaved thighs–the softness of your skin and the warmth emitting from in between your legs as his hand travels closer. 

You let him fully into your mouth, tongues entangling as he presses his weight on top of you, insistently grinding his bulge into your crotch. You tug on his shirt, silently telling him to take it off and he complies quickly, pulling away to rip the offending item from his body and place his mouth back onto yours with so much haste you think he’s just as desperate as you. 

His chest presses against your breasts, the sensitivity of your nipples heightened as his body moves above yours. 

“James,” you groan, his kisses reduced to pecks and being planted on your cheeks and jaw. 

He groans your name right back to you, hand dipping into your inner thigh and stroking the flesh. His palm is wide and big against you, touch surprisingly light as he trails his hand up to the waistband of your shorts. Fingers slipping underneath the fabric, he pulls away from your mouth to ask your permission.

“Can I?” he asks softly, breath fanning your face as he speaks. You nod far too quickly but don’t have it in you to care as he pulls on your shorts. 

You feel him hook his fingers into your panties on his journey down, greedy bastard, and peel your clothes off your legs with more grace than someone would expect from him. The items land on the floor beneath you, discarded and forgotten and you grow hot under his gaze. His eyes move up and down the length of your body like it was the first time he had ever seen you so exposed. 

From the heaviness of his breath, it certainly seemed like it felt like the first time. 

“I should probably feel bad,” he began, dragging the pads of his fingers from your ankle, all the way up to your knee. “Fucking my best friend's little sister…” he continues his journey up your leg, stopping close to your exposed cunt that glistens wet and wanting in the moonlight. “But you’re just too damn pretty…” Without warning, he cups your pussy, his chest heaving as holds his hot hand against you. “Can’t help myself.” 

You buck your hips, grinding into his hand to create friction and gain relief from the sweet ache that throbs harshly at your centre. 

“Please,” you groan, gripping his shoulders and futilely trying to force him to move. 

He doesn’t have it in him to tease, not today and with a noise, deep from the back of his throat, he dips his fingers into your slick, circling your slit and dragging the wetness in a trail towards your clit. You gasp when contact is made, biting your lip to try and calm your sounds.

“Stay quiet for me, baby,” he mutters near your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he moves his fingers in deliberate circles. 

You do as he says, your breaths heavy to substitute for the alternative noises that threaten to spill from your mouth. The urge to whimper, or cry, or moan gets stronger as he swipes your clit again. It becomes downright impossible to keep quiet when he dips the tip of his middle finger inside you, his breaths loud in your ear, and then enters you fully. He’s knuckle deep inside, curling his middle finger as he searches for what makes you squirm. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmurs, eyes fixated on his finger disappearing beneath your legs. 

There's warm pressure with every drag of his finger, harsh static surrounding you as he presses his palm over you and a dull ache as he stretches you out with another finger. 

“J-Jesus Christ,” you stammer out, breathing erratically as he eases the pain away and thumbs at your clit. 

“No,” he begins and you can almost guarantee what's coming next. You’d put money on it. “Just James is fine.” 

You snort out a laugh that’s cut short by a rather loud moan, and the sound of laughter continues as James chuckles at your predicament. His fingers continue their slow pace, reaching that spot inside you that has you reeling and keening into his touch. 

“I’m gonna have to gag you,” he mutters offhandedly, easing another finger inside you. The pain returns as he stretches you out, the implication of his words prevalent as he slowly drags his thumb over your clit. He leans down to pull your nipple between his mouth, suckling and nipping at your breast with a force as sharp and brief as a pinprick, murmuring unintelligible sounds into your skin. 

He draws a slow back-and-forth against the softness inside you, your legs drawing around his hand and bracketing his arm as the pleasure wriggles around you–it has you writhing, gasping, pleasure sparking with the friction, and you cry out as tension flickers and flames. It roars in your belly like fire, scalding your skin as it burns hot and his ardour bleeds into you as you rise high.

Then it snaps. 

“Sh, sh, sh,” he murmurs, holding his body over yours–so close you can feel his heart beating in time with you. He draws out the warm waves of your orgasm, hoping you’d quiet your moans out of your own volition but noting that you were in no state to do so, presses his mouth to yours in an inharmonious, utterly incongruous kiss. 

You can barely kiss back, too intoxicated from the pleasure and his dextrous touch as you come apart in his hands. 

Once the ringing in your ears ceases, the throb between your legs reduced to a low hum, you peel your eyes open–catching your breath as you slowly gather consciousness. 

His gaze is on you, adoration and reverence clear on his face as he slips his fingers from inside you and discreetly wipes away the remnants of your pleasure. 

“Was I too loud,” you sheepishly ask after a moment of silence. 

“For me?” he asks. “You’re never loud enough. For all the people sleeping right now?” You feel heat rise in your cheeks, embarrassment peeking its head around the door. “Maybe a little too loud, yeah.” 

“I’ll be more quiet,” you whisper, hands settling on his hips and tugging on his waistband. “Now get your clothes off, please.” It’s less of a humorous request and more of a command laced with pure desire for what lies beneath the fabric. It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen him before. You had. Plenty of times: on your knees, hand wrapped around his cock, tip in your mouth and his hands tugging at your hair. Hovering over him, jerking him off with a proficiency you had learnt from copious amounts of time spent practising with him. 

This time, however, you felt entirely nervous to see him so exposed. It wasn’t the first time, but it was the first time with him. And that, to you, caused more anxiety to blow wide like a balloon inside your head.

There was the sound of his fly, obscenely loud in the quiet of the night, travelling lower until it met resistance and the sonority faded; mingling with a continuous hum that ran rampant through the house. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t cause your stomach to flip, the acid inside roiling in protest. You’d also be prevaricating if you said the sight of him as he sat back on his haunches, shoved his jeans down his hips and hastily pulled them off his legs, dick springing free, didn’t make you squeeze your thighs together in anticipation. 

He looks so much bigger when you know that he’s going to be inside of you, the sight of his hard cock, throbbing in need, causing the nerves to come rushing right back. 

“You were commando around my Mom?” you ask to relieve the tension you feel, the sight of his cock standing so freely in front of you teasing your self-control. 

His chuckle is short-lived, grasping himself in hand and lazily stroking. 

“Yeah. Around your Dad too.” 

You groan at the admission, biting down your smile with difficulty and covering your eyes with your arm. 

He whispers your name, sweet and loving and you peel your arm away from your face to gaze upon his pretty form.

“What?” you whisper back. 

“I promise you’ll be fine.” He says it with such genuinity and love, such compassion and consideration that it relaxes you almost instantly. “You’ll let me know if it's too much.” He says it as a statement, adamant that your relationship is at a point where honesty is expected. 

Either way, he lets you nod in confirmation, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss, soft enough to have your stomach fluttering, and swipes the head of his cock back and forth along your slit. 

The feel of it as it brushes your clit,  the heaviness of it against you has that familiar excited nervousness running around your stomach. You think for a moment you might throw up, until his fingers brush through your hair, bracing himself with his right hand grasping your scalp, and lines himself up with you. 

“You sure you’ll be okay?”

“Oh, fuck sake James just hurry up.”

He groans at your impatience, not even willing to scold you for your restlessness and, with a little too much haste, guides himself inside. The raw, sweet scrape of him against you is so real, so fulfilling, and as you look up at him with hooded eyes, he seems so entirely dazed by his own pleasure. 

With both hands against the soft sheets, balling into fists as he grips the blanket beneath to keep his full weight off you, he presses further. Around the halfway mark, you think that it's enough, that there can’t be any more of him. The stretch burns, peels away at your insides as you feel yourself tighten around him but it's so sweet; you can do nothing but let your mouth hang open, eyes closing and relying on the rest of your senses to guide you through the sensations. 

Just as you think he can give you nothing more, he keeps going, shuddering as he lets out a deep gasp. You whimper, borderline sob as you feel his balls press flush against you, his arms shaking beside you as he finally reaches the hilt. 

After some deep breaths, he seems to collect himself, eyes opening, arms stable and prepared. It takes you longer to feel steady.

“Look at me,” he murmurs, breathless as he feels you squeeze him in–begging for movement. You writhe around, murmuring in protest. He says your name, sternly with the same admonishment he used that one time he’d pissed you off and you’d genuinely threatened to call your brother and tell him everything. He also knew that you’d listen to him either way so the austerity was lost as he said his next words. “You gotta be quiet.”

Finally, you manage to look at him, glancing once at how he disappears inside of you before casting your gaze to the blue of his eyes. 

“I will,” you breathe out, voice shaky and pathetically weak. 

“I promise,” he starts, “next time I’ll make sure we’re alone and you can be as loud as you want. You can scream for all I care, baby, but right now…” he rolls his hips, almost testing you as his pubic bone brushes against your clit. You open your mouth, no noise emitting from it. “You gotta stay quiet.”

His voice is strained, entirely displaying his desire and you feel him pull away from you–cock leaving your cunt. There’s a single suspended moment, just his tip teasing you before he pushes back in with a measured thrust, his shoulders rigid and breaths heavy. 

He’s gentle, to begin with, finding the desired pace before he picks up some confidence and eases into a continuous progression from clumsy tenderness to sinfully saccharine lovemaking. 

And, god, how difficult it is to dampen the sounds threatening to fall from your lips. You have to press your face into your pillow, squeezing your eyes shut with every drag of his cock inside you. 

Each thrust is a display of his want, his hips crashing against yours as he chokes out a groan and dips his head down against your shoulder–biting at the skin to keep himself quiet. His hands feel so large as they pull away from the mattress and land on your waist instead. You hope his grip leaves bruises, dark and purple, ugly but beautiful all at once, just so you can show everyone that he is yours and yours only. That he is for you to treasure. 

He grits out your name, the syllables harsh with his strained voice and it seems like he wants to say more but can’t. He only produces choked sounds from deep in the back of his throat and then, lets out a noise you haven’t ever heard from him before: a high-pitched, fucking whimper. You keep the sound in the back of your mind for safekeeping, wanting to replay it over and over again (and tease him about it later). 

“Fuck,” he hisses out and you wonder if he’s close as he makes a face that seems like he’s almost pained with the intensity of it all. His hand seeks out your clit, rubbing at you and you arch your back and keen. 

You feel it coming, spreading through your body like vines and it's impossible that it can occur so quickly. He’s impossible. Touching you like it's the first time, thrusting into you slow enough you think he expects you’ll break under him. Truthfully, you think you’ll break too as your eyes roll back, thighs shaking and the feeling of fullness so prevalent in your mind that you can sense yourself ascending. 

“Come on, baby,” he says in a voice much whinier than you expect from him, thumb insistent against your clit as both movements of his hands and hips speed up to get you there faster. The pace change acts as a catalyst and you feel a palm cover your mouth to muffle moans you didn’t even realise you were producing. 

His hair tickles your collarbone as he presses a kiss to your shoulder, smoothing over the bruise that blossoms there–licking it as if in apology. Abruptly, he bites at it again, the ache emitting a whimper from low in your throat. He brands you, a ringing in your ear as he embellishes you in a deep scarlet. And you come hard, violent twinges attacking your body that run sharp and dull all at once. 

He’s not far behind, you can tell, hips stuttering, breaths harsh in your ear as he fucks you through the conclusion of your orgasm. Once you’re able to open your eyes, you gaze at the part of his mouth as he stares at you like everything outside of the present has been shoved aside. And you see it: how perfect and utterly satisfying this is for him. 

A full-body tremor ripples through him and you feel the loss of his cock as he frantically pulls out, takes himself in his fist and strokes himself until he spills all over your stomach. It spatters against your skin, warm and wet until he heaves out a shuddering sigh and flops down on the mattress before he loses his strength and falls on top of you. 

You can only lay there, listening to his pants and focusing on the feeling of being drained of everything inside you. 

For a little while, you both lay still, gradually finding your way back to the ground. Then, to appease any doubts he may think you may be feeling, you manage to rest your head on his chest–shuffling closer to feel the warm press of his body against yours.

“You alright?” he asks, arm wrapping around your shoulder and holding you tight. 

“I think we were a little too loud.”  

He snorts, sighing deeply and brushing hair away from his face with his free hand. 

“Maybe,” he says thoughtfully. “Guess we’ll find out in the morning.”

“We’d find out in about thirty seconds.” You trace shapes into his chest, nuzzling into him. “Knowing my dad and brother, they’d drag you down the stairs naked by your hair.” 

“Probably.” He pushes his fingers into your locks, scratching against your scalp in a manner so soothing you know that sleep will overcome you soon. It’s calm for a moment, the silence allowing you to rest your eyes undisturbed, until he pipes up again, voice full of insistence and promise. “We’ve gotta tell them soon.” 

“I know,” you say quickly. Damn the consequences. You just want to be his and have everyone know. 

“Want everyone to know you’re mine,” his hand travels down to your neck where a bruise blossoms, the bite throbbing deliciously. 

“You know, I think my mom would be happy if she found out.” You continue to circle his chest, tracing unknown shapes and spirals into his skin. “She regularly tells me how much of a gentleman you are and how she hopes you find a good woman soon. The only thing she doesn’t like is your hair.”

There’s a pause where he thinks. Then, comes from his mouth some of the most absurd words he's ever uttered to you. 

“So if I cut my hair I could have your mom too?” 

You snort, muffling the sound by burying your face in his chest. 

“You’re disgusting,” you mumble against his skin and he just holds you tighter, laughing with you.

It’s calm. It’s easy. And as he places a kiss on your head you think this is all you could possibly want. 

You both stay perfectly still for a while, not speaking, just lying with each other, touching each other and being content in one another's presence. Then, he says the words you’ve been dreading to hear since he walked through the door.

“I’m gonna have to go soon.” 

You hold him tighter, arms around his neck as you bury your face against his collarbone and mutter a quiet, “Don’t.” 

“I’m gonna have to.” Every inch of his body screams in protest to his words, contradicting his statements as he unconsciously holds you tight and presses a kiss to your head, then another, and another. Soft and sweet. 

You sigh defeatedly and pull away. It's irrational to be angry at him, you know it is, but it's so utterly aggravating that you can’t sleep and wake with him beside you. That has never, ever been an option for the two of you, James always having to slip back into your brother's room after being intimate with you–using the excuse that he went to piss if his friend wakes up. 

“I’ll see you in the morning,” he tries to assuage, whispering the words with such softness and care. 

“I know,” you say like a sulking child. You’re suddenly aware of his cum drying against your stomach, the sensation that all good things don’t last forever, that tonight had been so wonderfully transcendent of everything you thought intimacy and sex could be. It makes you feel slightly better. “I know,” you repeat and turn your head to face him. 

“Yeah, you know, now give me a kiss before I leave.” 

You bite your lip and a smile stretches your lips. It's not long before you’re clambering into his lap and pressing your mouth to his in a feverish kiss. 

The osculation lasts longer than anticipated, neither of you ready to say goodbye. But you hesitantly peel yourself away from him, letting him clean you up with the tissues on your vanity and throw your shirt at you. 

You watch as he dresses, buttoning up his pants and slipping his shirt over his head, the action messing his hair which he promptly smooths down. The sight of his skin disappearing beneath the fabric makes your heart sink. You want to rise with him, see the morning sun on his naked skin and wake him up with delicate kisses. 

But you can’t. You know you can’t and once he’s fully dressed, you know he has the same realisation. 

“We’ll think of something,” he says as if he can read your mind. Sometimes, you think he can. He always seems to know what you want. “Get a motel room or somethin’. Then I can fuck you as long as I want.” The vulgarity cuts through the despondency and you feel your heart lighten slightly.

“And I can be as loud as I want?” you ask sweetly. 

“Yeah, you can. As loud as you fuckin’ want.”

He kisses you goodbye twice before he finally slips out the door, the hinges creaking. You briefly hear his footfalls down the corridor before they drift off and he’s lost to the night. 

Feeling the loss of him wholly, you settle down under the covers, rolling over to his side (the side that was assigned at the very start of your relationship) and breathe in the scent of him still lingering on the covers. 

You wish he could stay. More than anything. And as you drift off, you pretend he’s there with you, holding you tight and professing his love over and over until you can hear nothing but those three words of unsullied commitment.

━━･❪ ❁ ❫･━━

A/N: well that was fun! haven't done a one-shot in a very, very long time. i hope you enjoyed! a lot of this was an amalgamation of ideas that me and bub have discussed a multitude of times. brothers best friend!james is something i truly cannot get over. anyways, hope you're all having a good day/night and i'll see ya next time.

love ya,

alana ♡

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[munsonfire]

corroded coffin's lead guitarist Eddie Munson in Paris, 1990

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[jobean12-blog]

One Hot Ticket

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 1,898

Summary: You win Metallica tickets on the radio and Eddie is the only person you want to take to the concert. 

Author’s Note: Was this what I had planned for this weekend? Nope. Do I have a bookshop AU Eddie half done. Yep. Do I have two Bucky ideas ready to go. Yep. Did this thought invade my mind and take over. Yep. I just can’t get enough of kissing Eddie. I need to until forever. Thanks for sticking with me through all these little adventures and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @wannabehamlet thank you love🥰

Warnings: lots of fun, flirty fluff :) 

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @infinite-orangepeel thanks so much lovely 🥰

Eddie Munson Masterlist

“Hey Steve.”

“Hi babe, what’s up?”

“Not much. How’s work?” you ask.

“Ok. You know…work,” he shrugs.

“Yep. Is Eddie around?”

“Yea, he’s in the back,” Steve answers, motioning behind him.

“Thanks. I have something for him.”

You can feel Steve watching you as you move around the counter and head toward the back room. You knock lightly and wait to hear Eddie’s voice before you push open the door.

“Hey!” he says, brightening as soon as he sees you.

“Hi Eddie,” you smile.

“Did you come to see me?” he asks, pointing his finger at his chest.

“I did,” you tell him, walking closer with your hands behind your back. “I have something for you.”

“For me?” he questions, his surprise evident.

You nod with a smirk.

He studies you, his eyes dropping to your hidden hands.

“Do you have a Gremlin behind there or something?” he jokes.

“Not quite. Better.”

“Really? What could be better than a Gremlin?” he asks wryly.

“Oh I don’t know….” You sing as you move closer to him.

He’s seated on one of the chairs, his legs spread wide and his D n D book in his hand.

You stop when you’re between his legs and lean down close to his face, pulling the book from his fingers and placing it on the table. The atmosphere instantly changes, the small space between you now charged with tension.

You can hear his breath hitch as his eyes drift to your lips. You fight to keep your own eyes on his, wanting nothing more than to close the distance and kiss him. His head tilts to the side and his hand reaches out to touch you, the light brush of his fingers making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

Without another word you whip your hands from behind your back and slide two tickets in front of his face.

His head jerks back and he stares at you before he looks at the tickets.

“No,” he whispers. “No FUCKING WAY!”

His voice gets louder the longer he looks at them and with shaky hands he takes them from your fingers and looks from the tickets to you several times before he let’s out a scream of happiness.

He starts dancing around the room, jumping up and down and shaking his head all around. His hair is wild and curly and his eyes are wide and he’s grinning from ear to ear.

Steve rushes into the back room, his head on a swivel as he looks between the two of you. Eddie rushes at him and grabs Steve’s shoulders, shaking him violently and screaming about Metallica.

“What the hell is going on?” Steve asks when he turns to you.

“I won Metallica tickets on the radio,” you say excitedly. “So Eddie and I are going this weekend.”

Eddie starts yelling again and fist pumping the air. He twirls his way back over to you and grabs you in a bear hug, lifting you off the ground and spinning around.

“Eddie,” you mumble into his hair.

He loosens his hold on you and you slowly slide down his body, feeling every inch of him.

When he finally sets you back on your feet his eyes roam over your face, his cheeks slightly pink. You flatten your palms on his chest and pull on one of his curls.

He swallows hard, licking his dry lips and asking in a breathless whisper, “are you really taking me to see Metallica?”

“Of course,” you answer. “Who else would I want to take?”

Before Eddie can answer, Steve chimes in and pulls you both from the moment.

“Oh, I dunno…ME MAYBE! Remember me? Your best bud Steve?”

Both you and Eddie make a scrunched-up face of confusion.

“You don’t listen to Metallica,” you tell Steve.

“Yea,” Eddie adds. “It’ll be too loud for your tender ears.”

“My tender…I don’t…I like…I listen to plenty of music!” Steve stammers.

Eddie grabs you again and crushes you to his chest.

“This is the BEST!” he says, not loosening his grip until you wrap your arms around his neck. “Thank you.”

“Are you excited for tonight?” Robin asks Eddie.

Eddie is leaning over the counter, his fingers tapping across the top and his leg bouncing.

“I cannot fucking wait,” he answers, singing lyrics to himself. “I still can’t believe she’s taking me.”  

“I know. She called as soon as she won the tickets and sounded so excited to tell you,” Robin says with a smile. “Then we were talking about what songs they might play and what she’s gonna wear but I’m not any help with that part so…”

Eddie slowly turns his head toward Robin, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Why would it matter what she wears?” he asks as he straightens up.

“Because it’s a date,” Steve chimes as he walks by with a stack of video tapes.

Eddie’s head whips around so fast his face disappears behind a mass of curls before his terrified expression is revealed.

“A date…” he mumbles. “But…but…”

“What’s the problem Munson?” Steve asks with a mischievous grin.

“She never said it was a date!” Eddie squeaks. “Why is it a date? It can’t be a date!”

Robin shoots Steve a death glare and then carefully approaches Eddie, resting a soft hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t listen to him. Just go and have fun,” she tells Eddie.

“But what if I fuck this up?” Eddie asks, his eyes huge. “I mean…she’s perfect and I’m lucky she’s even my friend and if I do something stupid and then she hates me and then we can’t even be friends…”

He drops his head and digs his palms into his eyes, muttering to himself.

“Munson,” Steve says softly. “Come on, isn’t it obvious she likes you too? And why would you do anything stupid?”

“NO it’s not!” Eddie cries then shakes his head and throws his hands up.

“You’re a major butthead,” Robin whisper shouts to Steve before she elbows him. “FIX THIS BEFORE HE LEAVES FOR THE CONCERT!”

Eddie arrives at your house early and waits outside in the van, his music blaring. The porch light catches his eye and he turns to see you open the door.

You step outside and give him a wave.

“Jesus H Christ,” he whispers, staring as you approach.

With another curse he wills himself to move and hops out of the driver’s door to rush around the front of the van and greet you.

His eyes sweep down your body before he catches your knowing smile.

“Hey,” he says and it comes out breathless. “You…uh…you look beautiful.”

“Thanks,” you giggle, reaching for the door.

Eddie quickly recovers and grabs the handle to open it for you.

“I love the bandana,” you tell him once you’re buckled in and he’s pulling out of the driveway. “The whole look works.”

He looks down at himself then back up at you with blinking eyes.  

“Yea, you know…this is my usual stuff. I always look like I’m going to a rock concert.”

He turns his face back to the road and winces at his awkwardness.

“I know,” you tell him. “I really like it.”

The corner of his mouth lifts slightly and he lets out an exhale.

By the time you arrive at the venue his palms are sweaty and slipping from the steering wheel and his heart is hammering against his rib cage.

“Are you ok?” you ask him as he helps you out of the van.

“Yea,” he says with a vigorous shake of his head. “I’m great. Never better actually. I can’t fucking believe we’re about to see Metallica live!”

You squeal in excitement and grab his hand. “COME ON!”

As you weave through the crowd and head toward the stage you hold tightly to Eddie’s hand, his rings digging into your skin.

“Is this close enough?” you ask him when you stop on a less crowded spot on the grass.

“Holy shit,” he says, taking it all in.

“I know!” you say in agreement, giving his hand a squeeze.

You talk and wait as the start of the concert approaches and the area around you fills with more and more people. The crowd presses in and you step closer to Eddie, your side pushed up against his. A big and tall guy with a kind smile accidentally bumps into you, apologizing freely.

“Aw man, sorry babe,” the man says gruffly. “You ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks,” you tell him with a smile.

“Better watch your girl man, it can get crazy out here,” the man warns Eddie kindly before he saunters off.

You turn your face to Eddie and he grins at you, throwing his arm around your shoulders and tucking you protectively into his side. You curl an arm around his waist and sneak the other between his leather jacket, resting your palm on his soft stomach.

When the lights on the stage go out and you hear the first chord of the guitar you and Eddie start screaming with the rest of the crowd.

Every song in the first set is amazing and your voice is hoarse from singing and screaming and your feet hurt from dancing around. Eddie never lets go of you the entire time and he always keeps you protected with his body.

When the first set is over Metallica leaves the stage for a short intermission and you and Eddie grab some beer and take a breather.

As you’re heading back to your spot you can feel Eddie’s eyes on you and you look over to see him staring.

“What?” you ask.

His gaze settles on your face and he slides his hands around your waist, tugging you closer to him.

“Thank you,” he says, his voice gravelly. “This has already been the best night of my life and it’s not even over yet.”

Without thinking he presses a quick kiss to your lips. He goes still and pulls away. He holds his hands up, his face pinched with worry as he starts to apologize.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart,” he says. “I shouldn’t have done that without asking. Shit, shit, shit. I knew I was gonna fuck this up and now you’re gonna…” he tries to keep rambling on, but you grab the sides of his leather jacket and drag his mouth back down to yours.

At first he’s too surprised to react but the moment you whisper his name against his lips, your tone pleading, he snakes his hands along your curves and slides one up your back, grabbing the back of your neck.

His other hand lifts to your face, his thumb brushing along your jaw before he cradles your cheek and deepens the kiss. You cling to him, sighing into the kiss when his tongue parts your lips. Your fingers climb and delve into his hair, the strands like silk along your skin.

The stage lights brighten around you and you barely notice, your body pressed so close to his you can feel his heart beat against his chest.

When you break apart to breathe he can’t take his mouth off you, trailing kisses down your throat before he finds your lips again. His hands tremble slightly as they explore any part of your skin he can find.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips.

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[killazilla777]

he's sooo brothers best friend

#i need him #waiting for lanas brothers best friend fic to drop #James hetfield #Metallica #cliff Burton #Kirk Hammett #lars Ulrich #Rob Thomas?

[mustainegf]

Can you write something about james and the reader being both in Metallica and go on tour and they get put in the same room and it only has one bed and you know the rest 😉😉😉😉

I ADDED SOME FLUFFY BUILDUP I HOPE THATS OKAY!!!

Stepping into the dimly lit hotel room, the hum of the city outside faded into the background, replaced by the soft glow of bedside lamps.

My heart pounded in my chest, not from the day's workload or the technical challenges I'd faced as the band's sound director, but from the unexpected situation I found myself in.

Due to a mix-up with the room assignments, I was sharing this intimate space with James, the band's charismatic lead singer and rhythm guitarist.

I had always admired James from afar, not just for his undeniable talent that captivated audiences night after night, but also for the genuine kindness and humility he displayed offstage.

There was something about his voice, his presence, that had always drawn me in, stirring feelings I had often dismissed as mere infatuation. But now, faced with the reality of being forced to share a bed with him, those feelings resurfaced with a newfound intensity.

As I unpacked my belongings, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy amidst the unexpected situation, I couldn't help but wonder how this would change our dynamic.

Would the close quarters bring us closer together, or would it highlight the professional boundaries that had always defined our relationship? I found myself torn between the excitement of being in such close proximity to someone I had admired for so long and the apprehension of navigating the complexities of our newfound living arrangement.

I heard the door open, following with a gentle shut. "Hey," James greeted me, a tinge of awkwardness settling in the air.

"Um. hey." I tried to remain composed, but I could feel the heat creeping up my neck as I avoided eye contact, struggling to find the right words.

I nodded, trying not to let my cheeks go red. I was already wearing the clothes I planned to sleep in; baggy sweats and a tight lacy tank top which seemed to draw in his attention.

I slipped into bed, the thin cool blanket tickling my skin. I could almost feel James' eyes on my figure.

James cleared his throat and I could hear him shuffling around, probably getting himself ready to sleep.

He then laid down next to me. I felt the mattress dip, and so did my heart, feeling his warmth radiate to my skin. We were both silent for what felt like an eternity, neither one of us making the slightest movement.

I was so cold in my tank, shivering slightly. I was too nervous to get up.

"You okay?" He asked. My stomach dipped at the sound of his low voice. I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine.

Just cold."

James cleared his throat again as I shifted to face him, closing my eyes so he didn't think I was watching him.

I don't know why I was so paranoid. It wasn't like we hadn't been friends for years. Sure, there was a little bit of attraction between us, but I was a grown woman who knew how to keep her cool. Me and James had maybe had under 10 conversations with each other— that weren't work related.

And that was because I was always too busy watching him sing on stage or avoiding eye contact in the hallway. The only thing we really talked about was the occasional show or gig we went to.

"Come here then, you know. if you're cold," James oftered, sounding hesitant. My eyes shot open in confusion, taking in the sight of James lying shirtless next to me. His body was highlighted by the dim blue moonlight, his eyes dark pools of understanding waters.

My heart skipped a beat. I never thought I'd ever be in bed with James, much less in this position. I never thought I'd ever be in bed with anyone, period. "I don't bite," James laughed softly, pulling his arm around me and urging me to nudge closer.

I scoffed, feeling defeated. And so, with a racing heart, I allowed for his arm to fully wrap my body and pull me to his warm side. I nervously let my head rest on his shoulder, my hand resting dormant on his chest.

With each passing moment, the silence grew heavier until the familiar sound of his heartbeat became the background music to my thoughts.

How strange, to lie here in bed with him after all these years.

"Your heart is going kinda fast," James whispered, his words hanging in the air above me.

I wasn't too sure what to say, I knew he was right.

"It's nothing," I mumbled, kicking myself for even saying anything, it sounded stupid. He chuckled softly.

"Is it me?" James asked slowly, running his hand down my back.

"No, no, I just." I trailed off, still unsure of how to articulate myself without sounding like an idiot.

I sat up, propping myself up on my elbow so I could peer down at him. The precious look on his face was a mix of care and vulnerability, complete trust. Somehow.

I felt his eyes on me, studying my every feature. I let out a deep breath.

James curled his fingers to fold my hair behind my ear, those perfect eyes of his still analyzing me.

I couldn't control what I was doing, I was being fueled purely by passion. I Leaned down softly, letting my lips rest over his for a second or two before pulling away. The kiss was gentle, soft, something so full of love.

I was so intoxicated, my heart was racing, and my body was on fire. I wanted more, but I was afraid to ask. I was afraid to want more.

We stared at each other as we took in what had just happened.

"Are you sure?" He eventually whispered out, his voice was all I needed to hear for my heart to calm.

"Yes." I answered. "I am."

I found myself smiling for the first time in a long time. "Then kiss me again," James said, his voice soft and commanding. I did. This time, it was longer, wetter, and I was lost in his kiss.

All I could taste was him, and feel was his touch.

When we finally broke apart, his hands cupped my face as he peered at me with need. "I've waited so long for this." He admitted quietly.

"So have I," I smiled, my hand sticking resting on his chest.

"C'mere.." he barked quietly, pulling my waist up to sit over his hips.

My lips devoured his in another kiss, his hands roaming over my frame.

He must've been needy, desperate even, because he was already clawing at my tank, pulling it off of me.

"Lift your arms," he ordered, and I did, not thinking twice about it. His eyes widened when he saw my breasts, and he made a low growl.

I giggled slightly, surprised that he would react like that. It hadn't occurred to me that he'd be seeing them for the very first time. Or ever.

"Jesus Christ.." he groaned, his mouth darting to the sensitive flesh.

The feeling took me by surprise, moaning at the feeling of his tongue grazing my nipple.

He was attentive and passionate. He knew what he was doing. I couldn't stop moaning, and he ate it all up. I was so intoxicated with his touch, his attention.

It was the most amazing feeling I've ever felt. After a few minutes of his worshiping, I decided it was my turn.

I moved down his body, taking my time. I knew he was enjoying every second of it. I took my time, every kiss, every stroke, every lick... I knew exactly what I was doing.

I pulled the rest of the blanket off of him, he was only in boxers.

I continued to kiss my way down, all while stroking him through his boxer shorts. He sucked in a sharp breath, almost like he was hurting himself. The tent in his boxers was sure evident, I liked knowing I had that effect on him.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you are killing me here," he muttered, his fingers intertwining with mine.

"Shh..." I hushed, wanting to make this last forever.

I wrapped my fingers around the wait band of his boxers, pulling them down slowly to reveal his erection, which stood up in attention.

"Fuuuuck," he groaned, as his head rolled back, eyes closing in ecstasy. "Mhhmm..." I hummed, taking his throbbing cock in my hand.

"Fuck! You don't even know how good you look.." James rambled on "I should probably warn you now, I'll cum if you keep that up." He winced as I brushed my thumb past his tip.

"Really?" I teased, squeezing him lightly. "Ah-Y.Yeah," he huffed in pleasure.

"Hmm," I hummed again, taking him in my mouth and swirling my tongue around the head. "Fuck!" he shouted, his grip tightening on my hair. "That feels good." He stated, as he started thrusting against my lips.

God, Iloved his cock. I didn't even know why. He tasted good, and he looked even better. I was addicted. I'd never be able to get enough. He moaned as I took him deeper. I took him all the way in, making sure to hit his sensitive spot on the underside of his shaft. He grunted, making the room shaky. His grip on my hair loosened, I Looked up to see if he was okay.

His face was so red, I could see the veins on his neck. He was close. I loved the power I held in my hands.

I bobbed my head on his length, feeling the tension build in him.

I pulled my mouth off of him, finishing him off with a few final pumps.

"FUCK!" he yelled out, coming hard, shooting his seed onto my hand. His orgasm had rocked his whole body. "Oh, fuck!" He mumbled, dropping into the mattress.

"So messy.." I purred, licking the salty cum off of my hand and his cock.

Ilicked him clean, the list in his eyes the heaviest I'd ever seen.

"You are so dirty, sweetheart." He chuckled, running his fingers through my hair.

I gave his tip a soft kiss before crawling back up to straddle his waist. "I need you to fuck me, James.." I whispered into his ear.

"Baby, anytime." He replied. With those words, my heart exploded, like a thousand fireworks going off.

I sat up, rocking my hips on his cock, which was still hard as a rock. His member slid through my wet folds, teasing me with the curve of every vein.

"J-James..." my voice shook wildly, before he slid the head inside of me.

He was big. He stretched me further than any other man. I gasped, biting down on my lip to stop myself from crying out. "I know honey.." he whispered, slipping completely into me.

We both sighed simultaneously. It was like we were meant for each other. No one else would fit in our places. "Do you want me to go slow?" he asked, when I tensed at first.

I shook my head, starting to ride him harder, setting the pace for us. "Good girl," he praised, loving how I rode him like a pro.

Our skin slapped together softly, wet and obscene sounds filling the room.

"That's it, ride this dick, so good..." James uttered, his large hands gripping my waist so tightly.

The bruises were already forming. I couldn't help but love it. I'd be sporting those marks for weeks.

"Fuck me harder," I groaned, loving the way he made me feel. I was about to fall over the edge.

"Gladly, sweetheart." He responded, bucking me hard, causing my breasts to bounce.

I threw my head back, grinding my hips harder along with his thrusts. He had found my g spot and was hitting it relentlessly.

"Yesssss," I moaned. I needed more. This wasn't nearly enough. I wanted more of him. More of everything. If only time stood still. I wished it did right then. Without a moment's notice, James flipped me over onto the mattress and pulled my leg up over his shoulder, his thrusts not pausing for even a second.

I squealed, but that just turned him on more. He pounded into me like there was no tomorrow. I'd never had sex like this before. It was intense, hot and passionate. He drove into me, knowing exactly where I needed to be hit. It was heaven. Nothing else in the world compared to this. "Come for me, sweetheart."

He demanded, reaching between us and stroking my clit. My walls contracted, and I came all over him, my juices coating him. My inner muscles tightened around his dick, sucking him in deeper.

"Mmph," I gasped. James' hips stuttered as I felt him fill me up with cum. I basked in the warmth, knowing he'd be inside of me for a good while.

James stopped moving and collapsed beside me. I felt drained, exhausted, but in the best kind of way.

While trying to catch our breaths, we glanced over, meeting the others' gaze.

I giggled, blushing at our shameless display of lust.

"Is it a good time to say I like you?" James heaved, a dorky smile at his lips.

I smiled back, my heart bursting with happiness.

"Yes, I like you too."

I chuckled under my breath, cuddling up to him as we swam in the afterglow of our love making.

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[kirk-says-wah]

11 with Dave and Lars!! 🥵🥵 Sorry, I’m soooo horny!!!!!

Ahhh thank you so much for the ask! 💕

Send me a number and a pairing and I’ll write a little something

11 - Public sex

So imagine Lars is being whiny and bitchy all day, and Dave just can’t stand it anymore. They’re in a bar with all the guys, but Dave can only stand so long of Lars running his mouth before he snaps. He drags Lars to the bathroom and into a stall, knowing the rest of the guys probably think they’re gonna fight it out.

Instead, as soon as the stall door closes, Dave pushes Lars’s face into the door, grip hard around his chin.

Lars goes to say something, but Dave slaps a firm hand over the swell of his ass, and he promptly shuts up.

Dave smirks, pulling down Lars’s spandex, pleased to see he’s wearing no underwear, his cock hard and drooling between his legs.

He wastes no time though, wets two of his fingers before pushing them into Lars’s hole none too gently. Lars cries out, and Dave’s hand flies to his mouth.

“Shut up,” he hisses, scissoring his fingers into Lars’s little hole, stretching him as far as he can. “Can’t let anyone know we’re in here. Got it?”

Lars groans, humping back into Dave’s hand, eyes rolling into the back of his head as Dave continues to thrust into him.

After a few moments, Dave finally pulls away before yanking hard on Lars’s hips until he’s bent at the waist, hands holding onto the stall door for dear life.

Dave remembers the lube in his back pocket and quickly rips it open, dumps the whole contents over his cock before smothering some over Lars’s twitching asshole, causing him to whimper wordlessly.

Dave sneers, pulls Lars’s cheeks apart before slowly pushing his cock in, watching Lars’s hole expand around his huge girth.

Lars moans again, and Dave quickly shuts him up, a hand flying up to clamp around Lars’s mouth.

“What did I say?” He hisses, keeping his movements slow until finally his pelvis sits flush against Lars’s ass.

Lars darts his tongue out, licks at his fingers.

“Fucking slut,” Dave sneers, rocking his hips hard into Lars hole.

Lars cries out, head flying back, but Dave keeps his hand tight against his mouth, smothering his moans. Lars has always been loud during sex, and this time’s no different. Dave just wishes he’s quiet enough for them to get away with this.

Lars wiggles against him, nibbling at his fingers, so Dave slams into him, hard, laughing at the choked whine it elicits.

He picks up the pace, fucking Lars mercilessly into the stall door. Lars is finding it hard to keep himself up, standing on his toes to meet Dave’s thrusts.

Just as the warmth starts to come to a head in Dave’s gut, the bathroom door opens.

He stills, clamping his hand onto Lars’s face as the younger man lets out a long moan, pulling him up with his other hand in his hair until Lars’s back is pressed against his chest.

“Lars?”

James. Shit.

Dave slowly moves his hips, noses at Lars’s neck behind his ear. Lars’s head topples backwards, his chest heaving as he tries to stay still and not make a sound.

There’s the sound of shuffling as James moves around the bathroom. Dave thrusts hard, squeezing the younger boy against him when Lars wheezes, grip on his mouth so hard he’s sure it going to bruise.

He lets go of Lars’s hair with his other hand and instead encircles his cock. Lars’s eyes rolls back, his hips moving, rocking between Dave’s cock and his hand. Dave smirks, licking a stripe up the shell of Lars’s ear.

As soon as the bathroom door is heard closing, Dave picks up the pace again, and within moments Lars is coming, painting Dave’s fist and the bottom of his tshirt.

“Good boy,” Dave murmurs, pressing a kiss to Lars’s temple. He wraps a hand around Lars’s middle to keep him upright before he finally lets go, his hips thrusting, losing control as he finally topples over the edge, cumming in Lars’s tight hole, fucking as much of his cum inside of him as he can.

Lars whimpers, squeezing around him, and Dave swears, tucking his face into Lars’s shoulder blade.

As they catch their breaths, Dave finally lets go of Lars’s mouth. Lars sucks in a breath, heaving, heavy in Dave’s hold. Dave laughs, turning Lars in his grip. Lars turns, completely fucked out, his eyes glassy.

He’s got a dark bruise in the shape of fingers forming over his cheeks and around his chin.

Dave huffs a laugh, rubbing his thumb over Lars’s bottom lip.

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[thenaughtynun]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Metallica Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James Hetfield/Dave Mustaine Characters: James Hetfield, Dave Mustaine, Lars Ulrich Additional Tags: Officer!James, Young!Dave, Age Difference, Police Uniforms, Dominance, Dirty Talk, Blow Jobs, Rough Sex, Handcuffs, Power Imbalance Summary:

Dave is furious and speeding. He gets arrested by the gruff and sexy Officer Hetfield. How is Dave going to get out of this?

Hey, guys! It’s finally here! 😏🔥 Leave some love if you’ve enjoyed it, hehehe!

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[albertdabuttler]

Zombie | K.H.

MASTERLIST

fandom: 80s

pairings: Kirk Hammett x F!Reader

WARNINGS: This story starts with a plot. Friends to lovers, LOOOTS of fluff, kissing, kind of having someone throw themself on the reader (???) more fluff, smut, fluffy smut, fingering, p in v, (safe sex dw 🤣) overstimulation, some form of comedy…

summary: An initially boring Halloween night takes an intriguing turn when a game of spin the bottle has you hoping your kissing skills are good enough for your best friend.

WC: 6.6k

gif not mine!!

A/N: Hi losers, finally posted yayyyy! I wrote and posted this on wattpad and think you guys deserve to see it too! And guess what??? I have another story coming right after this 😍 Also I kinda add detail to what you wear like those corny wattpad writers… I’m sorry…but I swear its all inclusive!!

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10:47PM, October 31st, 1979.

Here you sat on the kitchen counter of one of your classmates homes, loud booming music all around you, drunk teenagers making out with each other everywhere and some game going on in the living room.

You were dressed as a ghost, pale makeup across your face, black shadow around your eyes and white clothing, ripped and stained to make it look old.

"That guy over there's been looking at you all night," said Jocelyn, another one of your classmates and your best girlfriend since seventh grade. She was dressed as the Bride of Frankenstein.

"Don't look now, but he's totally checking you out!" She said, standing in front of you while trying to subtly look at the guy over your shoulder.

"What's he look like?" You questioned, hoping it was a certain long, wavy-haired brunet you had eyes for since second grade.

"Blond hair, brown eyes and he's jacked. He's dressed like a surfer." She smirked. Hearing her words, you whipped your head around to see the boy she described smile widely at you, sending a small wave your way. He was dressed like a stereotypical surfer, medium shaggy hair, sky blue swim trunks, a white muscle shirt and pink sunglasses.

You politely smiled, waved back and turned back around, "Not my type... You know I like brunets."

Jocelyn groaned in disappointment and annoyance, "Okay well the one you're thinking about doesn't look at you like most of the guys here."

"That's because most of the guys here can't keep it in their pants." You rolled your eyes, hopping off the counter and making your way to the living room. You spotted Tom dressed like a basketball player on the couch with his arm around a girl. She was dressed like a devil, laughing at the game they were playing. Sitting a couple feet away from him, you asked, "What game are we playing?"

"Spin the bottle," the boy replied, the alcohol making his words slur with a smile. You internally praised yourself for going to the bathroom when they were making all the girls play a drinking game.

"Hey!!" you heard someone call out for you, turning to the group whose eyes were all on you. Feeling an intense wave of embarrassment, you spotted the beer bottle on the coffee table turned towards you.

"Fuck."

Looking up to see who spun it, you lowly groaned when it was the surfer boy. He was a pretty attractive guy, above average looking, nice bod, so things could be way worse. You really didn't want to kiss the guy. Your gut told you he was a creep. But of course you knew there was absolutely no way in hell you could get out of this without drinking, so you stood up, walking towards him with an awkward smile on your face.

Standing in front of him for a couple seconds, you leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, quickly turning around to sit again.

Everyone in the room booed at you before the tall blond grabbed your wrist and kissed you with a little too much tongue. You cringed and pulled back, but he didn't let go. He tried to kiss you again so you shoved his face away with excessive force.

The room was quiet. The upbeat music in the background making it that much more awkward.

"That was gross," you chuckled, scoffing and turning back to your seat.

"Don't eat the garlic bread before the game, guys." You said, earning a few laughs.

I mean, the guy was being far too desperate for a silly game of kissing random people. You had the right, especially if the kiss was bad.

It was when you sat down that you noticed him. He was dressed in a zombie outfit, makeup of fake scars on him. Finally you found him after almost the entire night of looking for him, or rather waiting for him to pass by near you, but it's the same difference.

Kirk stood by the doorway in the corner of the room, a smile with a look that mocked you.

You subtly stuck your tongue out at him, earning the finger in return.

It was Jocelyn's turn next, she kissed a random guy, and the turns kept going until it was your turn to spin.

You really, really hoped it landed on Kirk.

So you spun it hard and fast, the bottle sitting there spinning for longer than usual until it finally slowed down, landing on the other side of the room.

It was him. It landed on Kirk.

He stared at the bottle, scratching the back of his neck with a cringe on his face.

Now what? Surely you didn't think it through, how would you kiss him? Would it ruin your almost lifelong friendship? Would he see you differently and finally acknowledge his feelings for you? Or would he dislike it and judge you based off the way you kiss?

You didn't realize the moments that had passed until Kirk was standing right in front of you.

"We don't have to do this if you don't wanna." He whispered as he looked down at you, awkwardly pursing his lips.

"Nah, gotta play the game," You took his hands and almost jumped up with excitement despite your nerves.

Kirk cleared his throat, turning to the guy you kissed earlier and in a mocking tone, "Watch and learn, motherfucker." He said, giggling at the guy.

He turned his head back to you, trying to hold in a laugh. But he hesitated, finally realizing the spot he was in. A light pink dusted his cheeks. He ignored it and moved one of his hands to cup your cheek, the other to the back of your head.

The moment felt like it was going in slow motion as he leaned in, gazing into your eyes and then looking straight at your lips until his lightly pressed up against them.

Wow.

Kirk was a great kisser. It made you wonder how much experience he had.

He was quite smooth with it, slowly moving his lips against yours. He pulled away for a short breath and your reaction, until he turned his head the other way, leaning back in to kiss you again at another angle. Just to see if it was any different. People began to cheer.

Moving your hands up around his neck, you surely didn't expect anything like this, if anything you expected a short, boring kiss.

Your heart was racing, you felt your face become hot as you nervously played with the hair on the nape of his neck. He pulled back, his eyes widening in horror.

He quickly let go of you and moved back to his place, leaving you standing there as the game continued on.

You looked at him confused. It was just a kiss right? Part of a game. You didn't have to act like it had to be special. But why'd he kiss you like that, then act like it was gross?

Standing up, you made your way to the kitchen, "I'm gonna get a drink." You stated in slight disappointment, swerving past Kirk and earning 'Oo's' from the crowd.

Now Kirk felt guilty for pulling away so fast.

Kirk always liked you. Just not in the way he thought he did. Yes, he'd occasionally feel the room get hot when you checked him out, thinking he wouldn't notice. Or get nervous when you looked too pretty... But that meant nothing. It would be the same if you were a stranger.

However, he really liked that kiss. The sweet taste of punch with a hint of alcohol. How soft your lips were. How your hands felt as they lightly tugged his hair. He wondered what other situations you'd pull his hair in... Maybe when he made love to you... Physically showing you, and verbally affirming how much he really did love you. How close your body was to his. That was the closest proximity you two had ever been in. He really enjoyed it.

Wait.

Fuck, does that mean he likes you now?

He couldn't stop thinking about it. About how the kiss made him feel. About how you were literally perfect for him. You knew everything about him, and he knew everything about you. He loved everything about you, there wasn't a single thing he could think of that he didn't like about you. God it was all so cheesy and gross. How could he let himself think like he was in a high school Rom-Com movie.

All these thoughts overwhelmed him with excitement, making him smile widely and get up to look for you. Just then remembering you were probably upset or something by the way you left so abruptly.

You sat on the kitchen island counter again, facing away from the living room, watching as a few couples kissed and giggled around the room and you sighed in annoyance.

"Hey."

The familiar voice made you freeze. You knew he was standing behind you, waiting for you to acknowledge him but you pretended like you didn't hear him over the music.

Your eyes followed him as he passed in front of you, leaning on the counter across from the one you sat atop, crossing his arms.

He cleared his throat.

"Hi," you said with a plastic smile, your voice cracking.

He smiled back genuinely, "Sorry if that was... Weird. We had to, otherwise we'd have to drink."

"Yeah... It's fine. Just a kiss," you laughed awkwardly, staring at the boy in front of you, hoping that he might actually like you. Just because of the way he kissed you.

He looked great in his costume. Fake bite marks on his neck and arms, his hair was messy. He had a white tee with faux blood stains and rips in it, revealing some skin and the light definition of his muscles. Over that, he had a leather jacket, the sleeves rolled up, with black ripped jeans and a fob too.

"I thought you came for a drink," he said, grinning with his stupidly cute crooked teeth and that annoying little dimple, licking his dumb red and plump lips. "Right," you chuckled, hopping off at the same time he stepped forward, nearly bumping into him.

You wanted to be as far from him as possible.

"Hey," he called out your name.

"Yeah?" you replied, turning back around to look at him.

"The drinks are over here," he chuckled, pointing his thumb behind him where there were a couple of large coolers on the ground.

"Right," you mentally face palmed. He handed you a bottle of beer and you reached for the top to avoid coming in contact with his hand.

It still had the cap on but you couldn't take it off and chuckled in embarrassment. Why was it so awkward now?

"Here," he took the bottle from your hand and popped the cap off on the edge of the counter, handing it to you.

When you reached to grab it again, he pulled back.

You paused, moving to try and grab it again but he held it away from you.

"Kirk."

"Yes?" He smiled cheekily.

"Give me my beer."

"Well it's not yours until you've taken a sip from it, am I right?"

You sighed, "Just give me the bottle, Kirk," going to reach for it again but he held it behind his back.

"Kirk!" You chuckled.

Now he reached his goal. Finally a smile.

Trying to attain for it for the third time, he moved it away once again, holding it above his head this time.

"Come on," he chuckled, "If you want it you just have to take it." He stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Gripping his shoulder, you got on your toes trying to reach for it. He watched your hand as it was a couple inches from the bottle, "Ugh, you almost have it!" He mocked, turning his head down to look at you.

Locking eyes with him for a second, his breath hitched as his eyes flickered to your lips once more. An intense wave of desire for another taste, he slowly leaned in.

You did notice this but decided to be oblivious and ignore it. Kirk was a ticklish guy, so you poked the side from which arm he was holding up, causing him to immediately flinch and bring his arm down. You quickly snatched the bottle from his hand, "HA! Loser."

"Hey, that's cheating!" He said, laughing nervously, hoping you didn't notice his attempt.

"Losers, weepers." You said, turning around to grab a piece of candy from a bowl.

Taking a long sip of your beer, Kirk spoke up before the silence became awkward.

"So about that guy you kissed earlier,"

You almost choked on your drink but kept it up to your lips to avoid having to say anything.

"Was my kiss better than his?" he raised his brow playfully.

This time you did choke, coughing for air as you set the bottle down. Kirk hurried to you and softly patted your back.

"You okay? Sorry..." What a stupid question, he thought.

Grabbing the bottle again, you took another sip to stop the itching in your throat.

"Are you good?" He cautiously let go as you cleared your throat.

"Uh-m yeah..." Speaking was uncomfortable, so you cleared your throat once again.

"Sorry. Uh, what were you saying?" You knew exactly what he was saying but hoped and hoped he forgot about it.

A sadistic smile grew on his face.

"My kiss was better than the other guy's, right?" He sat atop the counter.

You stared at him in disbelief.

"What do you think, Kirk?" You asked him genuinely.

He threw his hands up in defense, "Hey, you're my best friend so you've gotta be on my side."

You rolled your eyes, thanking the lord for his lighthearted personality.

"Yes. Your kiss was better. He used too much tongue." You cringed.

"Good..." He chuckled, clearing his throat. His palms were getting sweaty.

"...Did..." He hesitated.

"Did...you like it...?" He kept his gaze on you for any kind of response or reaction.

You tried to look away from him, but his eyes kept you in a trance.

"Uhm... Yeah. You're not a bad kisser, y'know." You smiled, playfully hitting his shoulder. An attempt to lighten the mood.

He smiled back. "Alright, good." He laughed lightly, "I know that if you liked it then it really was good."

"What makes you say that?" You questioned, a little confused.

"You're brutally honest with me."

You paused. Maybe you weren't as honest as you should be. You've been lying to him since the second grade. Or rather keeping something from him. Which is still dishonesty.

But you couldn't tell him now. I mean, you got over him a ton of times, so you could do it again. And you've liked other guys more than you liked him... But you still always had a little thing for him in the back of your mind when you had those other crushes, you hated how smitten you were.

"Yeah, I am aren't I?" You smirked. "That's why I'm better than all of your friends." You joked.

He only smiled at you.

"I love you."

You turned around just in case your blush was noticeable.

"Good."

Turning back around, "I love you too," you lifted your bottle up to him, "but remember you're still a loser."

He playfully rolled his eyes, "Yeah whatever."

Walking towards the living room, it had seemed that the game was still going on.

"Wanna get outta here?" He asked, walking up next to you, motioning his head towards the general area in which the front door was located.

"Sure. It's kinda boring here anyways."

Kirk chuckled, looking at Tom and mouthing to him that he was gonna leave.

"I'll go warm up the car," he informed.

"Alright," you responded, walking up to Jocelyn to let her know you were leaving with Kirk, since she was your ride there.

“Let me know if he makes a move," she whispered, winking at you.

"Oh shut up," you scoffed.

"What? He looked real into it when it was your turn. One would think he was in love with you!"

"Stop it, Jocelyn!" You giggled, getting up to leave.

"Use protection!" She yelled rather loudly.

You gagged in response and turned around, lifting your hand next to your head and flipping her off.

The walk to the car was difficult. At first you had to swerve through a crowded foyer in order to leave the house, and the walk to the car was cold. It was windy, but thankfully Kirk had driven up to the front of the house from where he was parked. Which was kind of far.

As you reached for the handle, you heard a click and pulled, only to find it was locked.

You groaned loudly, "Kirk, it's cold as shit out here! Stop it with your stupid games."

He rolled down the window a crack, "Only if you say the magic word."

"Please."

"No, the magic word." He smirked.

"God, you're such an asshole sometimes." You sighed.

He made a buzzer sound, "Wrong."

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you dragged your hand across your face, knowing he wouldn't budge until you played along. "Abracadabra."

The door clicked and you wasted no time in opening the door to sit down.

"Fuck you."

"Thanks." He said, shifting into gear and driving off.

"Wanna get ice cream?" He asked.

"Uh... Yeah but I'm pretty tired. Could you just drop me off at home?" You replied.

"Mhm."

The ride home was a little quiet, so you decided to turn on the radio. Damage Case by Motörhead began playing at full volume, causing the both of you to jump as you quickly reached for the volume to lower it.

Turning the knob for a different radio station, you found one with a softer tone of music.

How Long by Ace was playing. The romantic vibrations it gave off caused you to quickly switch the radio station, but Kirk grabbed your hand.

"Go back, I like that song"

"You do?" You questioned, scoffing as if he was a weirdo for liking it, even if you did too.

"Yeah." He chuckled, his eyes still on the road.

So you went back, and the song played.

A short moment passed and Kirk spoke, "You know you're my best friend, right?" He said.

"Uhh, yeah...? Where's this coming from?"

There was a light ahead going from yellow to red.

As he came to a complete stop, he turned to you, "I know this is real corny, but I would do anything for you. Anything. Just say the word. Okay?"

"Okay...." You dragged out, letting out an awkward laugh. "Thanks Kirk."

"Anytime." He clicked his teeth and winked, pointing a finger gun your way.

The light turned green as you chuckled.

Finally you turned the familiar corner onto your block. It wasn't long until Kirk pulled over to the curb in front of your home, "Thanks Kirk, see ya," you said as you opened the door.

"Hey, wait," he called, "Could I maybe spend the night? My dad said it's best I don't go home tonight..." He pursed his lips.

"Oh yeah, sure. My parents aren't in town until Sunday, so... We can watch as many scary movies as we want without getting yelled at to go to sleep," you chuckled.

"Wicked," he pumped his fist, turning off the ignition and hopping out of the car.

"Whaddya wanna watch?" He asked as he followed you to the front door.

"You already know." You turned to him, smirking as you unlocked the door and walked inside.

"Right." He giggled, "Classic."

It wasn't long until the both of you were in your room, Kirk sitting on the bed while you put in the VHS for Creature from the Black Lagoon.

"I'm gonna go change real quick," said Kirk as he stood up, grabbing clothes he'd left there before and walking out your room towards the bathroom.

You also quickly got changed into sweats before he returned. Suddenly hearing your door open, you saw Kirk standing there shirtless, holding his shirt up in one hand.

"Have you been wearing this?" He asked, hiding a smile.

"...No." You replied, trying so hard to keep your eyes on his, but you couldn't help when they moved down to his bare torso. He had already taken off all his makeup

"Okay just making sure you're not the one who absolutely drenched this in vanilla perfume."

You cringed. "Sorry. I mean it's your fault for leaving it here." You held your hands up.

He scoffed and went back to finish changing.

He threw the clothes from his costume in one corner of your room, hopping back on the bed as you left for the bathroom too, to wash your makeup off and brush your teeth.

"Alright, you ready?" You questioned, shutting the door to your room and turning off the light, leaving a little lamp on your desk in the corner of your room.

You sat with your back on the headboard, Kirk laying down, his head in the pillows.

When it began playing, you felt Kirk lay his head in your lap and you instinctively began raking your fingers through his hair. He brought up one of his hands to rest on your shin. At this point, you couldn't help but just look at him, his side profile from above, how perfect he was. Like fuck. Why the fuck is he so perfect?

There wasn't a moment of the day in which you didn't think about him. It made you sad sometimes, that he never acknowledged or noticed it. But then again, you weren't really making it obvious either.

But what made all that disappointment go away was that kiss. You were so annoyed that you kept thinking about it.

You thought about what Jocelyn said. About how he looked "so into it" or whatever. It was hard to forget the feeling of his soft plush lips on yours. Goddamn. And the way he held your face, with such gentleness. How he went back in for another like the first one just wasn't enough.

Here you began thinking about kissing him again. Right here, right now. And if it would get intense, what it could lead to... How good he was in that department.

Trying to pay attention to the movie, you clenched your jaw hard, trying not to let yourself think about those things.

No, not with him right there. When he was gone yes, but not now.

Those thoughts didn't give up. The image of him on top of you just popped into your mind. It wasn't your fault. Your mind trailed off thinking about his hand on your leg, if he got up and moved it up to your thighs... How his calloused fingers would feel touching you in all the right places... It felt like only five minutes had passed but the movie was suddenly over.

"Did you enjoy the 87th time of watching that movie?" He asked out of the blue, lifting himself so that his face was at your level.

"Yes, I did." You replied after a moment.

He got off the bed and walked to the little shelf you had with all your VHS tapes. He bought one for you not too long ago, of a movie that had come out earlier this year called 'Alien.'

You had watched it with him in theaters a few months ago and immediately fell in love with it. That Ripley chick was such a badass.

He put that one on, the package still hadn't been opened so this would be your fourth time watching it. You already watched it three times at the movies.

It began playing and he walked back to sit on the bed again, only this time he sat against the headboard, to your left. Of course you had to lay your head on his shoulder otherwise it would feel weird.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, laying his chin on the top of your head, sighing in exhaustion.

Woah, your hair smelled really nice, he noticed.

Now it was Kirk's turn to think about you. That kiss. He had been thinking about it all night since it had happened. It pissed him off that he never thought of you that way and suddenly out of the blue its like all he wanted to do was you. And god, why did he have to go in for another? He thought maybe that gave it all away. Oh but the way you held his hair, god that felt so good. He wanted you to pull his hair and tell him how good he made you feel.

Well shit, Kirk might actually be in love with you too. Hell yeah he's loved you his whole life, but never like this. It's like that kiss opened his eyes or something.

He lifted his head to look at you, just to admire you. You felt this movement and looked back up at him.

Shit, should he say something?

"Is everything okay?" You asked.

He couldn't respond, he opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out. God that was embarrassing... All he thought about was kissing you again. He's never been so obsessed over something so little but here he was.

He wondered if you wanted to kiss him as badly as he wanted to kiss you right now.

"Kirk?" You pulled back a little, "Are you okay?" You asked with sincere concern.

"I wanna kiss you again right now." He didn't hesitate.

You just sat there flabbergasted.

Never in a million years would you have thought to hear those words from Kirk.

"...What?" You felt like you heard him wrong.

"Are you messing wi-"

That's when he cut you off and pressed his lips against yours again.

Pulling back, he watched for your reaction.

All you could do was stare between his eyes and lips.

"That was nice." You finally said.

He just smiled and went back in. This time he held the back of your head and pushed your face against his in order to kiss you harder, your hands lifting to rest on his chest. His head turned, syncing the movement of his lips with yours as his free hand slid down to your thigh, dragging it up and down. He slowly slipped his tongue past your lips, teasing yours as you pushed yours against his.

As your tongues danced, the hand on your thigh moved closer to your core, but it felt wrong to touch you before you said he could. So he moved it to your jaw.

The two of you were finally running out of breath so you finally pulled away.

Neither of you said anything, the only noises in the room were that of the movie and both your heavy breaths.

Kirk had finally caught his breath, "I like you. I like like you. And now I really wanna...Touch you..."

You smiled, "Took you about ten years."

"Ten years...?! What?" he looked at you surprised.

"Kirk," you laughed, "I've liked you this whole time, and you notice now?"

He stared at you in disbelief, his face slowly turning a shade of red.

Just the thought of you constantly having him on your mind turned him on. He looked at your lips again, "Sorry," he said before kissing you again. "My whole life has been a lie..." He joked, smiling, pushing his lips against yours once more, then moving to press kisses on your cheeks. He pecked a trail of small kisses all along your jawline, causing you to giggle, until he licked a stripe along your neck.

His hand moved from your face down to your torso, your heart skipping for a second as he began to kiss all over your neck, searching for that one spot until he reached one and you tensed up a little. That's where he decided to suck and bite at, leaving a quite obvious and visible bruise.

He subtly lifted the hem of your shirt, moving his hand under and finally coming in contact with your bare skin, continuing to peck at your neck.

His hand lightly squeezed your waist as he let out a heavy sigh, leaving lingering kisses on your jaw, moving back to kiss your lips once more.

"Can I?" He whispered, his fingers barely sliding under the waistband of your sweats.

"Yeah." You answered, watching his hand as it moved lower. It was then that you noticed a bulge in his pants, it made your face get hot but you didn't say anything about it.

He purposely made his movements slow, his fingers never quite giving you any relief. He liked to tease. But of course, like all horny teenage boys, he was beginning to get desperate. His fingers found your bundle of nerves and he began to rub small circles over the cloth of your panties.

You let out a heavy sigh, "Is that good enough?" He asked, moving his head up to look at you, making sure he was doing a good job.

"Yeah... Feels good, but... More please.." You breathed heavily in between words.

His hand moved up and his fingers reached under the band of your panties, two of his fingers slowly moving up and down your lips, "You're so wet..." He whispered in excitement, a small smile on his face as if he was surprised.

Finally he pushed his middle finger inside you, slowly pumping in and out until he added another. He began moving a bit faster, curling up into just the right spot, making you to let out a small groan.

"Oh, fuck." You said, your eyes shut in pleasure.

His palm began rubbing against your clit, making your legs slightly come together.

"Does that feel good?" He breathed, watching your face just to make sure once again.

"Yes, fuck yeah... Keep going," you moaned quietly.

The movements in his hand quickened, his eyes still on your face as it contorted into visible pleasure, causing him to softly smile to himself.

You leaned up to kiss him and he sighed into it, his fingers scissoring inside you as he kept pumping them in and out. He pulled away and looked down at his hand only to see it disappearing into your pants.

"I'm gonna stop for a bit, okay?" He said, slowly pulling his fingers out.

"What happened?" You asked nervously as you watched him move off the bed.

He began pulling his shirt over his head, and your legs instinctively parted, "What are you gonna do?" You questioned.

"Do you have condoms...?"

You blushed and quickly got up, "Let me go check," you said as you walked out the door, your knees already a little weak.

Kirk noticed this and laughed.

"Shut up," you said as you walked towards your parents room.

It was a little odd thinking that your parents might have this kind of thing and you would actually die if you found what you were looking for on a different occasion, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

You checked your dad's drawers and surprisingly found nothing, so you moved to your moms side and the first thing you saw was exactly what you needed. You grabbed one of the condoms and immediately ran back to your room, closing the door and locking it even if no one would come home.

When you turned around you were met with Kirk sitting on the edge of your bed, propped on his elbows with his head thrown back, waiting for you.

Now there was a very obvious tent in his pants.

"Does this work?" You sat behind him on the bed, holding up the condom as he turned to look at you.

"Yeah..." He leaned in to kiss you again, slowly pushing you to lay back. He lifted himself and helped you take your shirt off, leaving you in your bra and pants.

His pupils dilated, "You're so beautiful," he said as he looked down at your body, leaning up to kiss you for the umpteenth time.

He tugged at the waistband of your pants and pulled them down, you lifted your hips and he was able to pull them all the way off. He then got up and pulled his own off, along with his boxers.

Kirk had a big dick when he was hard. And it was slightly intimidating too.

He leaned back down, keeping one hand free and the other next to your head.

"Will this hurt?" You asked.

He looked at you confused,

"Are you a virgin?"

"No, your dick is just bigger than the others," you replied.

His face got beet red, "Shut the fuck up," he laughed, leaning closer to you and pulling your panties down, inserting his fingers into you once again, making you gasp.

He didn't keep them in for long before pulling them out and bringing his hand down, using your wetness to begin stroking himself. His eyes closed as he sighed.

He opened his eyes again, "Can you open the..." he huffed, "the condom," he asked, watching your hand as you grabbed the small package and ripped it open with your teeth.

"Can you help me put it on?" He looked at you helplessly. He was playing a game and he was good at it.

You moved your hand down and he let go of himself, grabbing onto your wrist as you rolled it on.

It's been so long since you wanted to do this, to have him in your grasp, so you spit on your hand and began slowly jerking him off. He let out a low groan before wrapping his hand around yours and squeezing a little tighter.

Looks like he likes it rough, you thought.

"Oh my fuck, " He whined, shutting his eyes tight and throwing his head back, then leaning down to bury his face into your neck.

Not long passed before he pulled your hand away and huffed, "You ready?" he asked, holding himself closer to you, "Yeah," you answered. Kirk brushed his tip against your entrance, sliding it up and down and smiling at your reactions. He then pushed himself in an inch at a time.

Your jaw fell open along with his, the two of you looking one another in the eyes, your eyes fluttering shut as his own rolled back.

Once he was all the way in, he stopped, moving down to press his lips onto yours.

"You feel so warm..." He breathed.

"Please," you whined, hoping he would understand it was for him to move.

Kirk slowly began pulling out before he pushed back in, slowly picking up his pace until he was thrusting steadily. He bit his lip, trying to suppress a groan you figured. One of his hands brushed down your side, stopping at your thigh to pull it around his waist and give himself more space.

His thrusts got harder before he hit your g-spot. Letting out a low moan, you moved your hands up Kirk's chest and around his shoulders to rest on the back of his neck.

"Kirk," you whimpered and he released a heavy breath as he began to repeatedly hit your sweet spot again.

"Right there," you whispered closing your eyes and grabbing a handful of his hair.

"You're so soft," he sighed. He was slipping in and out fairly easily.

You pulled his hair with one hand, digging your nails into his shoulder blade with the other, causing Kirk to stifle a moan.

Kirk tried going faster, harder, in order to give you the release you needed. He finally let out a high pitched whine, "Fuck," he said with a heavy breath, the sweat already starting to form on both your bodies, his hair sticking to his forehead.

"You—" you cut yourself off with a gasp, "you feel so good," you groaned, tugging harder on his hair.

"Yeah?" He whispered, his exact wish from earlier tonight was actually coming true.

Opening your eyes, you were met with his, gazing at you.

"Hi," you breathed, smiling softly at him.

Kirk slowed down, "Hey," he grinned, leaning down to kiss you once more, his movements coming to a halt.

His lips lingered on yours for a while before he finally pulled back again.

Moving his hand between your bodies, he began rubbing little circles on your clit again before resuming his thrusts. The feeling of his hand along with the movements in his hips caused you to clench around him, squeezing your thighs around his waist.

Kirk weakened at the feeling, his head dropping to your shoulder as his thrusts became sloppy.

"I'm getting close," he whispered next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Me too," you admitted, running your hands through his hair.

You could feel his burning hot, bare skin sliding against yours. Suddenly your breaths got quicker, your heart rate increased and the coil in your stomach tightened.

"Kirk—" you paused,

"I'm gonna cum," Kirk moaned before you could finish your sentence.

His hips stuttered and he tensed up, finally letting go and relaxing on top of you.

Your back arched as you felt him fill the condom in you, "Kirk please go just a little more," you begged.

He lifted his head to look at you with worry, like he felt he wouldn't be able to do much for you.

Yet he still tried to move, the sensitivity taking over all his senses making a moan escape his throat. His body was quivering along with his movements, "I'm almost there," you said before he released a sigh, continuing his movements. His hand grabbed one of yours, interlocking your fingers and holding it next to your head, squeezing tightly,

"Come on, baby," He groaned, closing his eyes like he was getting dizzy.

Finally you came, your back arching as you clenched around him once again.

Kirk slowed down and finally stopped, "Thank you..." you sighed softly. "Sorry if it was too much."

"That's okay," he smiled up at you, blowing a stray hair from his face, "I told you I'd do anything for you, just say the word. Remember?" he chuckled.

He pulled out slowly before taking off the condom and disposing of it.

Lying next to you, he put his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek, causing you to giggle.

"I love you." He lifted himself to look down at you.

"I love you too, Hammett." you smirked jokingly.

He laughed and plopped back down next to you.

"I can't believe we just had actual sex." He said while staring at the ceiling.

"It sounds odd when you say it like that..." you said as you turned to him, looking at his beautiful profile again.

"Like... I just put my penis inside of you—" You smacked his arm, cutting him off.

"Kirk! Shut up!" You laughed.

He turned to look at you, "I want to be your boyfriend."

You blushed, "...And I wanna be your girlfriend..."

He smiled, a light pink showing on his cheeks.

"But seriously, you tell me that now instead of before you," you held up quotation marks, "put your penis inside of me?"

Kirk let out a loud laugh, holding his hands over his face, "Shut the fuck up."

He sighed, "I love you. Again. Sorry, I don't know how many times I'm gonna say that," he chuckled, looking away a little embarrassed.

"Kirk," you grabbed his face and kissed him, "I love you. You're my best friend. I always have and I always will love you, okay?"

He looked at your lips, "Good," he joked, going back in to kiss you.

Suddenly you heard a scream, the both of you sat up, noticing the alien on the screen of your tv.

"I forgot that was on."

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Omggg could you do 90s kirk getting cockwarmed by reader or getting a blowjob while he’s practicing on his guitar

yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes YES DUDE i am in love with that and thank you for requesting nonnie <3

you were whining about how much you needed him while he practiced on his guitar

he finally put his guitar away and he said with a slight amused tone in his voice "c'mere baby" he pats on his thigh

you sit on his thigh awaiting his next words, he had a smirk on his face as he told you to take his cock out

your hands rush towards his jeans, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and finally pulling down his boxers

his face still had a cheeky grin as he said "be a good girl and warm my cock f'me"

you shifted and pulled up your skirt, revealing your panties

kirk pulls down your panties, coats his fingers with his spit and rubs it on your folds

"mhm now go on, warm my cock brat" he spat and looked at you with an almost devilish grin as you slowly push yourself onto his cock, his groaned softly as he enters you fully

he looks at you and smiles "good, now don't move stay like this" he says and picks up his guitar again, he starts to practice again and you stay still, just like he told you

"you're doing so good love" he coos as your gummy walls start tightening around him

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