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ilongfor-the-arts · 2 years

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hi,,, :) i love you and your writing. i usually don’t fangirl over writers like this but i genuinely love the way you describe everything, you’re such an amazing writer and you honestly deserve the world!

now on to my devious (not so devious request, that by the way, you totally don’t have to do if you’re uncomfortable or anything, i’ll understand!)

i’ve been on this kirk rampage and was wondering if you could write something involving the reader being a virgin and kirk being their best friend and one night the topic comes up and they decide to yk… do it? but kirk makes a big show out of it and it ends up with him being very soft and loving and somewhere in there he confesses his love and how he’s head over heels for them?

Taboo Shit

Pairing: Kirk Hammett x fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), loss of virginity, language, talks of sex, unprotected sex

Summary: *in request*

Word Count: 4.5k

I always assumed that once he became a famous guitarist, late nights spent on the couch watching horror movies with my best friend would be a thing of the past. To my surprise, however, Kirk almost always made time for me despite his hectic schedule, even if it was only for a few hours.

As the B-list horror film dragged on in the background, I gripped a half-full beer bottle by the neck and rested my body against the back of the couch. Neither Kirk nor I were paying attention, as the real purpose of these evenings wasn't to watch movies. These were the nights for catching up on each other's lives and gossiping about taboo topics that only best friends could discuss amongst each other.

A frequent topic of movie nights was sex.

Despite harboring a giant sexual secret I usually was able to avoid talking about my sex life and instead expertly twisted the conversation back to groupies.

“How are the girls on the road, Kirk? Are they nice?”

I already knew the answer to this question as I had discussed this topic with him many times before. But if the awkward silence was left unattended, I feared his mind would conjure up questions I did not want to answer.

Okay Y/N, what’s your craziest sexual experience?

What’s the weirdest place you’ve fucked?

Be honest with me, how many people have you had sex with?

I rolled my head to the side so that my cheek would now rest against the rough couch cushions. Kirk was focusing on the television, his tanned skin and most pronounced features being highlighted by a bright white light. Despite having his eyes glued to the screen, he wasn't watching the movie. His gaze seemed to be traveling through the television and into another realm. He shrugged nonchalantly.

“I would not use the word nice to describe the girls at our shows.”

Kirk said with a chuckle, his quick laugh momentarily revealing his white teeth.

“But the novelty of groupies wore off a long, long time ago. So…”

Kirk shook his head, his lips pursed into a thin line.

“Don’t ask me.”

I furrowed my brow.

Kirk, not a man who enjoys wild, unprotected sex?

No way in hell.

“You’re not a groupie guy?”

Kirk licked his lips in response to the slightly suggestive nature of the conversation.

“Well… I didn’t say that.”

He cocked his head so that his brown eyes were staring straight into mine, and he grinned broadly.

“I’m not saying I don’t fuck the occasional groupie. Cause I definitely do. And I most likely fuck more than the average man.”

There it was. Despite his mostly soft personality at his core he still is, and always will be, a rockstar.

“But I don’t fuck just anyone… when I fuck a girl I make sure there’s a little something about her that’ll make the experience memorable.”

I scoffed.

“Wow Kirk. I never thought you were a man of taste.”

I said sarcastically. Kirk rolled his eyes.

“I never said that.”

The soft sounds of people talking filled the brief moments of silence between us. But the distant voices had transformed into white noise. However, these conversations were occasionally interrupted by screams, reminding us that a horror film was still playing on the screen.

“I’m just saying if you won’t remember the sex a week after you’ve had it then what’s the point of having it at all?”

Kirk spoke while waving the beer bottle through the air, emphasizing certain points.

“For example, I bet you a million bucks James couldn’t name half the groupies he’s fucked in the last two months.”

Kirk pointed at me, beer bottle in hand.

“But I can name 90 percent of the ones I’ve fucked.”

Kirk was fully engrossed in the conversation, his arms flailing about as he thoroughly explained the art of groupies to me.

“You want quality over quantity, y'know? You don’t want experiences that last half an hour and then are forgotten memories by the next day. You want experiences that stick inside your mind. You want experiences that you’ll fucking touch yourself too a month later.”

Kirk’s voice was proper, as if he was giving a public speech on how to end world hunger. But the topic was so sleazy that my mind hung on every single word while anxiously anticipating the next sentence.

I wish I could get a few experiences like that under my belt.

Hell, just one.

“You're a crazy man, Kirk Hammett.”

I twisted my head until my gaze was drawn to the pale ceiling above me. The cold bottle had become warm, and the condensation made my hands slick. As I raised the bottle to my mouth, it almost slipped from my grasp due to its dampness. Because my head was cocked back at an odd angle, I had to strain to swallow the flat liquid. After finishing the last few drops, the empty bottle fell to my lap.

“How are the boys in your life? Are they nice?”

I sighed, the relaxed atmosphere of the room making it difficult to react with any emotion.

“What boys?”

I asked. Kirk scoffed.

“Well, I suppose I should say men.”

Hell, it didn’t make a difference to me. There were no boys in my life and there definitely weren't any men in my life.

“Are we referring to the men in my family? Because if that’s-“

“Come on Y/N don’t play dumb. I’m talking about boyfriends. I’m talking about fuck buddies. I’m talking about random hookups in the dirty bar bathrooms.”

Kirk was becoming agitated, and I couldn't blame him. I've been avoiding his questions about sex for years, yet I still feel as if I have a right to question him about the same topics.

“Obviously I’m not talking about your goddamn family members.”

I licked my lips, not in the mood to reach for chapstick.

“Don’t ask me about that, Kirk.”

“But all you do is ask me about sex!”

Shit. I squeezed my eyes shut in embarrassment.

“Sorry. I’m sorry. That came out wrong.”

There was a pause in conversation.

“No, you're completely fine. God, I’m such a fucking idiot. I’m sorry for snapping at you I’m just curious why you’re so reluctant to talk about sex when all you ask me about is sex.”

Would Kirk still think of me the same why if I confessed the true reason why I always asked him about his sex life?

I was a virgin.

And hearing his crazy, very hot sex stories allowed me to live vicariously through Kirk. I'd force myself to stay awake into the late hours of the night just so I could touch myself while my neighbors were hopefully asleep. Typically these fantasies would consist of whatever wild stories Kirk had told me a few nights prior. I would insert myself into these situations and imagine that I was making sweet love with any hot guy that had been heavy on my mind.

“I guess I don’t have any interesting stories to tell.”

I mumbled almost incoherently.

I didn’t want to cast a glance at Kirk because the idea of sex was now floating haphazardly around my brain. And what I hated to admit, was that after these long nights of wonderful masturbation I would drift off to sleep. Sometimes, in my sleep, I’d experience the same fantasy that I had touched myself to just moments prior. Except Kirk would replace whatever man I had imagined making love to me before.

“Come on Y/N, every adult has at least one slightly interesting sex story to tell.”

I didn’t.

I didn’t have any.

I didn’t want to open my eyes in fear that I’d confess to everything at the mere sight of Kirk’s deep brown eyes and sly smirk.

“How else would you fit in at parties?”

I always assumed these wet dreams were just a mere figment of my wild subconscious, nothing more. However, these vivid images began to creep into my conscious mind, making my life ten times more difficult whenever I somehow caught Kirk's soft scent of worn leather and stale liquor.

“Okay how about this.”

Kirk noticed that I wasn't groveling at his feet and spilling my deepest secrets from a moment of failed convincing.

“How did you lose your virginity?”

Shit.

I can’t say I didn’t see this coming.

But I hate that we have come to this point.

I simply tried to keep my cool and conceal the fact that my heart was pounding inside my chest. I could only hope that the television's white light wasn't exposing my hot (and definitely flushed red) cheeks. My eyes remained closed as I fidgeted with the loose corners of the beer bottle label, attempting to release the nervous energy that had built up within my limbs.

“Why do you wanna know that?”

I couldn't hide the slight voice crack that occurred at the end of my sentence as I raised my voice to conclude the question.

Fuck.

I was screwed.

Kirk had backed me up into a corner and wasn’t moving out of my way anytime soon.

“Because everyone has at least a slightly interesting loss of virginity story. I mean, unless you live in a movie, losing your virginity is almost never an amazing experience.”

I gulped.

I could always make something up.

“Alright. I’ll tell you since you seem so fucking interested.”

The bright white light stung my retinas as my eyelids slowly fluttered open. Oh, it was brighter than I had anticipated. Kirk is likely to notice the deep red blush on top of my cheekbones. I sat up, my spine straight against the back of the couch. I set my beer down on the coffee table in front of us, ensuring that I slow my movements to give me time to conjure a lie.

“I am eager.”

I turn my head, my breath hitching in my throat as Kirk leaned into me, eager to hear my juicy story. Little did he know the close proximity did little to quell my rapid heart beat or the dull ache forming between my thighs.

“There was this guy… in highschool.”

I didn’t sound convincing.

I didn’t sound convincing in the slightest.

Kirk cocked an eyebrow, clearly suspicious.

Shit. I couldn’t lie.

I mean, I could. But did I really want to?

The last thing I wanted was to become caught in a web of lies that would definitely result in me becoming trapped in my own words.

“Shit Kirk.”

I sighed.

“I can’t lie to you.”

Creases formed in between Kirk’s eyebrows.

“Lie? Lie about what?”

I swallowed. A large lump was forming inside my dry throat.

“I can’t tell you a loss of virginity story because I don’t have one.”

Kirk leaned back, placing distance between us.

“Shit Y/N… are you tryna tell me you’re-“

“A virgin?”

I interrupted.

“Yup. That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Kirk moved his tongue slowly along his bottom lip, carefully calculating his next move. He stared blankly into my eyes, his expression devoid of any emotion that would indicate what was going through his mind.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Kirk inched closer.

“I’m not kidding you.”

Kirk set his beer bottle on the wooden coffee table. He extended his hand, his rough palm resting atop my knee. I tried not to think about Kirk's unbelievably large hand completely encircling my kneecap while I kept my gaze fixed on his lustful eyes.

“Tell me Y/N, what’s a pretty girl like you still doing as a virgin?”

Kirk inched closer until our sides were pressed together. Heat radiated off his thin body in strong waves, instantly raising my internal temperature.

Shit. Was it hot in here, or was it just me?

I craned my neck back, trying to create as much space as possible between our faces. If our lips were any closer, the strong magnetic force pulling my body towards him would force me to end the wonderful foreplay.

“I don’t know.”

I muttered under my breath. My voice would be inaudible if Kirk wasn't positioned inches away from me.

“Does the thought of sex make you nervous?”

His open palm began to move upwards, eventually halting once he reached the hem of my skirt. I was so touch deprived that a simple caress of my thigh was already making me wet.

My hands balled into fists. I wanted to touch Kirk. I wanted to run my hands through his hair and drag my nails down his bare chest. But the timing wasn't quite right. So I clenched my fists on my lap, my knuckles white as my nails dug into my palms.

“No… I-I couldn’t really tell you why.”

It wasn't a complete fabrication. I could have gotten my hands on someone desperate and simply bitten the bullet.

However, I did not.

So there must be a reason for my refusal to lose my virginity, right?

Even if my mind refused to accept whatever the true reason for my innocence was, there was undoubtedly one hidden under the web of confusion.

Kirk’s hand inched further upwards, under the hem of my skirt.

“Is this okay?”

Kirk inquired, his tone softening with sympathy for my helpless self. His pinky brushed against my clothed clit, eliciting a subtle groan from the back of my throat. I pursed my lips together to conceal my desire, but the smirk playing on Kirk’s lips let me know that my efforts were futile.

Fuck.

I caught Kirk’s wonderful scent that never fails to send a wave of heat directly to my core.

“Yes. It’s okay.”

I nodded, the blood rushing from my cheeks to my cunt as Kirk cupped my soaking wet heat through my thin panties.

“Can I kiss you?”

Kirk brought his face impossibly towards mine until our noses brushed together lightly. Kissing seemed so… Intimate. I’ve kissed before, but typically I kiss just for the purpose of kissing. Kissing while knowing what it’ll inevitably lead to made my stomach drop.

“Okay.”

But kissing Kirk Hammett was a risk I was most definitely willing to take. My eyes drifted towards his lips, taking a mental image of his plush mouth before he closed the space between us. I quickly lost myself in the sensation of his lips as they were delightfully soft. My hands quickly entwined themselves in the curly strands of his hair as I exhaled deeply into the kiss.

“Please tell me you’ve kissed someone before.”

Kirk said sarcastically against my lips. I playfully smacked his cheek, being careful as to not disturb the chemistry happening between our connected mouths.

“Of course I’ve kissed someone before.”

“Are you sure about that?”

He asked. I pulled back until I could stare comfortably into Kirk’s eyes.

“Um. Yes, I’m sure.”

I said, confused. Kirk flashed me a smirk before pushing my panties to the side and running two fingers up my wet slit. My eyes fluttered shut as his calloused fingertips brushed against my swollen clit.

“You’re so fucking wet already baby and I’ve barely even touched you. Only people who haven’t kissed someone get this wet from a little peck.”

My head gently fell to Kirk’s shoulder, my hand instinctively grasping his wrist to guide his movements. I didn’t have time to be ashamed about my unveiled desire. My body could only yearn for the next step of the process.

“Please don’t stop.”

I begged, my tone breathy, nails digging into his wrist.

“Is my poor little baby touch starved? Do you need me to play with your pretty little pussy?”

Kirk said, tutting sarcastically. I grit my teeth, his tone so sexy that it nearly made me cum atop his fingers.

“Yes…”

My voice trailed off as Kirk pressed his fingertips to my swollen bud, rubbing agonizingly slow figure eights onto my clit. I groaned in pleasure, my free hand engulfing Kirk’s neck to hold him impossibly closer to me.

“Please just-“

I gulped.

“Make me cum Kirk… I fucking need it.”

Kirk’s hair tickled my forehead while gradually increasing the movements of his fingers. I bucked my hips towards Kirk’s hand, groaning when he slowed down as a result of my desperation.

“Relax baby… I’ll make you cum.”

Kirk tilted his head to the side and tenderly placed a kiss on my temple. Without warning, he plunged two long fingers knuckle deep inside of me, thrusting them upwards against my spongy walls. My entire body convulsed, back arching as a spark of pleasure jolted through my insides, my stomach flipping.

“Fuck Kirk! Keep doing that… please, do that again.”

I blurted, my tone quivering in unison with my trembling knees. Kirk chuckled, harshly snapping his fingers upwards once more. I moaned, my jaw falling open as a dozen new sensations coursed through me.

“Like that?”

Kirk inquired devilishly. I nodded against the crook of his neck.

“Yes… yes just like that.”

Kirk placed a second kiss on my temple, removing his long digits from my soaking wet cunt. I groaned at the sudden loss of contact, my pussy clenching desperately around nothing.

“Can I taste you?”

Kirk inquired, breaking free from my firm grip on his shoulders. I loosened my grasp on his wrist, noticing the crescent moon shaped indents I'd left in the wake of my nails.

“Yes. Please do.”

He clambered to the floor, watching me intently through his lashes as he kneeled in front of my parted legs. Kirk slowly ran his open palms up the tops of my thighs, stopping once he reached the waistband of my panties. I shifted my hips forward until I was just barely sitting on the edge of the couch in order to push Kirk’s gorgeous face closer to my core.

Kirk hooked a finger in the waistband of my panties, slowly pulling them down my legs and dropping them nonchalantly to the floor. He threw my knees over his shoulders and began to place soft kisses along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, his face pushing my skirt upwards until the fabric pooled around my hips. I leaned back on my hands, watching Kirk intently as he moved with purpose. He would bring his mouth inches away from my desperate cunt before trailing his lips away, leaving me high and dry.

“Please Kirk.”

I begged, tangling a hand in his curly hair, lightly tugging him towards my center.

“I can’t take it anymore.”

Kirk smirked against my inner thigh.

“Alright baby, if that’s what you want.”

He buried his face between my legs, lapping at my swollen clit and sending me into an instant state of nirvana. I threw my head backwards, exposing my neck for Kirk’s gaze while involuntarily crushing his head between my thighs.

My breath hitched in my throat as Kirk gave a particularly intense flick to my clit.

“Oh God…”

I moaned, my lower abdomen pinching as my pussy grew wetter from Kirk’s deliciously warm mouth.

“You taste so fucking good baby. Are you gonna cum on my face?”

Kirk murmured against my core. I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, ripping a few stray strands of hair from Kirk’s scalp while grinding my face against his mouth.

“Yeah…”

The pressure in my stomach gradually built until I could feel my body on the brink of a mind boggling orgasm. The fear of Kirk halting his movements still played in the back of my mind. I would most likely cry if I was left starving after being so close to a release.

“Please don’t stop Kirk. I’m gonna cum.”

I knit my brow as Kirk’s movements became eager, his tongue firmly flicking my swollen clit.

“I’m not stopping, baby.”

And with Kirk’s raspy tone playing inside my brain, I came all over his pretty mouth. My facial muscles clenched in unison with my cunt, chest heaving sharply with every labored breath. I moaned loudly while Kirk hurriedly worked to bring me down from my extremely intense orgasm.

Kirk rose from his kneeling position, flopping onto the couch next to me once he was satisfied with his work. I leaned back against the couch, cocking my head to the side to gaze longingly into Kirk's lust-filled pupils.

He cupped my face with his hand, throwing his other arm behind me along the back of the couch. I brought my lips against his plush mouth, tasting my juices as Kirk quickly slipped his tongue between my teeth. He utilized his body weight to push me until my back collided with the soft couch cushions.

We made out slowly on the couch, Kirk’s warm body hovering over my tender breasts. My hands grasped the collar of his black tank top, yanking the thin fabric above his head and tossing it to the floor haphazardly.

Kirk’s bare chest was now on display for my hands to caress freely. I trailed my open palms against the delicate skin of his chest, his muscles rippling under my hot touch. I raked my nails through his thick happy trail, my fingertips finding his thin black belt.

“Please give it to me Kirk.”

I said while attempting to undo his silver buckle with trembling hands. Kirk allowed me to undo his belt, smiling against my lips as I pulled the leather through his jean loops with a satisfying whoosh.

“Will you take off your shirt for me?”

Kirk whispered sensually against my wet mouth. I pulled away, grasping the hem of my shirt and tugging it over my head without embarrassment. Kirk scoffed as he took in the sight of my bare chest on display for his wandering eyes.

“That baggy shirt did not do your body justice.”

He murmured under his breath before catching my mouth in a heated kiss. My cheeks flushed hot as Kirk ground his clothed bulge against my bare cunt. I groaned, his mouth swallowing my noises as the hardness of his cock was brought to my attention.

“You still want me to fuck you baby?”

Kirk asked, his lips finding my ear to gently nibble on my earlobe. My eyes fluttered shut as I relished in the heat of the moment.

“Yes, just… be gentle please.”

Kirk reached between our bodies to undo his jeans, pushing them down just enough to allow his rock hard cock to spring free from its confines. My eyes couldn’t help but look down, only to be taken aback by the sheer size of his thick length.

“Kirk…”

My voice trailed off as I took in his swollen pink tip that was glistening with precum.

“Yes baby?”

“I don’t think it’ll fit.”

Kirk chuckled as he grasped his veiny cock with one hand, gently running it through my wet folds. I threw my head back, brow knitting as his swollen tip brushed against my clit.

“It’ll fit baby, just relax for me.”

Kirk buried his face in the crook of my neck, gently rocking his hips forward to bury his thick cock halfway inside my eager cunt. My muscles tensed due to a jolt of pain erupting from my pussy.

“Kirk. I don’t know if-“

I cried.

“You’re okay baby.”

His hot breath tickled the thin skin on my neck.

“Let me start fucking you and then decide if you really want me to stop.”

He buried the rest of his rock hard cock inside of me. I dug my teeth into my lower lip to mask my noises of discomfort. Kirk began rocking his pelvis back and forth, spreading my juices along his length.

Slowly, the tension inside of me began to fade away as the pain inside of me slowly morphed into heated pleasure within my lower abdomen.

“Does that feel good baby?”

Kirk inquired, his tone completly fucked out as he groaned next to my ear.

“Yeah. Yeah it feels really fucking good Kirk.”

I gulped.

“You’re so fucking big.”

The intense stretch of my walls made me feel as if at any moment my body could rip in two.

“Shit Y/N, If you keep talking like that I may forget to be gentle.”

The next words became trapped in my throat and erupted from my mouth as a strangled cry.

“Please go faster Kirk.”

Kirk began to pull his cock from my cunt before gently snapping his hips forward to bury himself inside me once more. The intensity of his thrusts gradually became quicker, more intense. My body rocked with every jerk of his pelvis, the tip of his cock eventually finding my g spot.

I moaned loudly, my pussy clenching around his length.

“Does that feel good baby?”

The intensity of his thrusts had increased tenfold.

And it felt absolutely amazing.

“Yeah, it feels really good. Keep going… please.”

His tip was now finding my g spot with every merciless thrust, causing me to hurtle towards my release at an insanely fast pace.

“I’m gonna cum Kirk. I can’t hold on much longer.”

“That’s okay baby.”

Kirk mumbled as his cock twitched within me.

“You feel so fucking good… I’m not gonna hold on much longer either.”

My stomach was tight with anticipation as my orgasm began seeping into the corners of my brain.

“Cum for my baby girl.”

Kirk’s curls brushed against my cheek, the new sensation igniting a fire that traveled directly to my core. I came loudly around his cock, my back aching against his chest, both of us a moaning mess as we reached our releases in perfect unison.

He gave a few gentle thrusts to my cunt to help both of us come down from an intense state of post orgasmic euphoria. Kirk pulled back, his cheeks flushed bright red, a thin layer of sweat glistening on his tanned skin.

“Was that okay? Did it feel good?”

Damn. He sure loved to hear how good he could make me feel.

No problem, I'd keep telling him how great he was no matter how often he asked.

I cupped his face with a gentle hand, tenderly pressing my lips to his for a brief moment.

“It felt great.”

Kirk swallowed audibly, gawking at my fucked out expression.

“God I fucking love you.”

I cocked my brow, slightly taken aback.

Did I hear him correctly?

He loved me?

Seriously?

“You love me?”

I asked, a satisfied smile playing on the corners of my mouth.

“Head over fucking heels baby.”

Kirk leaned in, brushing his damp lips against my jugular.

“I just wanna make you feel good for the rest of my life… if you’ll have me.”

I relaxed my body against the couch cushions, never having felt more satisfied in my entire life. Kirk’s cock made me feel deliciously full despite a lack of movement.

“I’ll have you.”

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ilongfor-the-arts · 2 years

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god i need more kirk smut on this app.. but also more slash smut.. I NEED BOTH

ok how about, it’s the guns n roses & metallica tour 1992 and just out of fun, we‘re james hetfield‘s sister, 23 years old. and we have a huge crush on kirk, but at the same time a huge crush on slash and we really can’t decide, i mean who can?!? they‘re both a 100000/10

so after on concert they all hang out a bit, drink some and the reader sneaks away with slash and kirk after staring at them for some time.

they end up having a threesome of course, whoooooo would have thought😮‍💨

The V.I.P Room

Pairing: Slash x fem! Reader x Kirk Hammett

Warnings: smut, language, threesome, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), slight voyeurism, degradation, riding

Summary: *in request*

Word Count: 6.2k

I didn’t go to the strip club post concert to watch the dancers. I didn’t go to the strip club post concert to drink a bunch of alcohol (although I indulged occasionally). I went to a strip club post concert because I knew it would give me a chance to gawk at my two crushes while they were both totally engrossed with the performers onstage.

First, there's Kirk Hammett. He's a sweet gentleman I’ve known for ages. Who couldn't have a crush on him? He was completely appealing, a total sweetheart, but there was a smoldering spark behind his eyes that told me he meant business.

My gaze was drawn to Kirk's exposed collarbone. The top few buttons on his shirt were left open, giving an onlooker a hint as to what was underneath his clothes. I watched as he drew the third cocktail of the night to his luscious lips, his adams apple seductively bobbing as he gulped down his drink.

And then there was Slash. Slash was everything Kirk wasn’t. Slash was danger. He was sensuality in its finest form. Everything about him radiated sexual tension from his wild hair, to his deep eyes, to his relaxed demeanor that made a girls mind run wild with possibilities.

He wore nothing underneath his jean jacket, exposing his beautifully sculpted chest. Slash’s top hat hung down, his curly locks completely covering his eyes. Fortunately, they were sitting next to each other on the semicircle leather couch, allowing my eyes to move freely between them with ease.

My attention had been drawn to them the entire night. I prayed they hadn't noticed, but my mind was so spacey that I wouldn't sense if someone smacked me upside the head.

They had noticed.

They had undoubtedly noticed me.

But I hadn’t noticed that they noticed me.

If that makes any sense.

God my mind is so jumbled.

I’m rambling.

I sat at the very edge of the couch, not wanting to disturb the men's conversations. Some things were better left between individuals of the same gender.

“You want another drink sis?”

James was standing in front of the group, behind the table, taking drink orders. I averted my gaze from my crushes to meet James's. He pointed towards me, patiently waiting for me to speak. I cast a glance at my empty drink on the circular table.

Another?

I suppose I don’t get tipsy very often.

Why not?

“Sure! I’ll have another!”

I said cheerfully. James flashed me a smile before redirecting his attention towards the group.

“Alright you guys I’ll be back shortly.”

I returned my gaze to the two men. They were talking, their lips moving quickly as if they were discussing something important.

Huh. I wonder what they’re talking about?

James quickly returned with a large tray full of drinks for everyone. The club was particularly crowded tonight, which I despised. The sounds were far too loud, and the flashing lights hurt my brain. Furthermore, everyone here smells like stale alcohol and bad cologne.

The boys were no exception. If they weren’t famous they’d fit right in with the rest of the club goers. But there was something so enticing about rock stars that made almost anything they did classy. Or at the very least, extremely attractive.

I gulped my drink down, the alcohol not even rattling my brain as I was now too far tipsy to mind the taste.

Kirk was slightly more poised than Slash, with his back against the couch and his hands folded, resting between his crossed legs. Slash was completely relaxed, his posture slack, and his legs spread wide.

“Hey James!”

Kirk called. James sat on the opposite end of the couch. He cocked his head to the side, responding to Kirk’s call.

“Yeah?”

James called over the loud din of bar patrons.

“Could you run to the liquor store? Buy a bunch of shit in bulk for us. We need something good for the after party.”

James cocked a brow.

“Um. Sure I can do that… if that’s what everyone else wants.”

All the other band members happily agreed.

“Yeah why don’t you do that for us James.”

Slash chimed in.

“I’m gettin’ bored of this fucking place anyway.”

James stood, taking a long swig of his beer to finish it off before slamming the empty bottle on the table.

“Sure. No problem.”

James glanced towards me, flashing me a wink.

“Don’t miss me too much sis.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Get outta here.”

When I waved him away, laughter erupted all around the couch. James chuckled before turning and vanishing among the growing crowd.

“Hey Y/N!”

Slash called. I whipped my head to the side, unable to find Slash’s gaze under the dense mass of curls covering his eyes.

“Can we talk?”

Oh my God.

He wanted to talk with me?

What the hell.

This couldn’t be happening!

“Sure!“

I exclaimed, far too excitedly to avoid suspicion. Slash smirked as he stood to his full height, shimmying between the people and the table until he was free of the cramped space.

He walked past me and into the club's far hallway, where the VIP rooms were located.

He simply wants a quiet place to talk.

I scrambled to a stance and followed Slash, leaving the last few sips of my drink in the glass. The large top hat atop his head made him easy to spot among the thick crowds.

“Sorry.”

I bumped into someone’s shoulder.

“Sorry!”

How did Slash circumnavigate the crowds so easily?

He disappeared around the corner.

Shit!

I pushed past the last of the stray people, rounding the corner to see Slash, smugly leaning against the white wall. The music had died down. Everything was becoming more quiet, secretive, and enticing.

“What did you want to talk about?”

Being in such an intimate situation with Slash made my heart race. I stuffed my shaking hands into the back pockets of my jeans.

“Why don’t we talk in here?”

Slash pushed open one of the various doors that lined the plain walls, cocking his head to the side as if to encourage me to enter.

As much as I wanted to be in a private room with Slash, I couldn't help but be skeptical. I caught a glimpse of the luxurious red couch and marble floors, trying not to let my mind wander too far from reality.

“But that’s a VIP room. I was under the impression you have to pay for those.”

I said with a slight chuckle, trying to lift the thick tension in the atmosphere.

Slash shrugged.

“I know the guy who owns this club. He’ll make an exception for me.”

I ran my tongue along my bottom lip.

“Okay…”

My voice trailed off.

Holy shit.

What on earth was going on?

I couldn’t let my nervousness get to me. He probably just wanted to talk… right?

Holy fucking shit who am I kidding?! This is Slash I’m talking about!

“Are you alright?”

Slash asked, his tone laced with sarcasm rather than concern. I shook my head, clearing the haze from my brain.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine.”

I said with a tight smile. Slash chuckled.

“It’s alright Y/N. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

I clenched my jaw, brushing his words off and making my way through the threshold and into the VIP room. I was afraid that if I indulged in a conversation with Slash, it would quickly go off the rails.

I glanced around the room.

God.

So many sexual things have happened in this room.

“Y’know Slash, I didn’t think she’d agree to this.”

Holy shit.

I turned around to see not only Slash but Kirk Hammett as well. Slash gently closed the door behind him, the loud music and banter drowning out as the lock clicked into place. They both turned in unison, two sets of eyes now on me.

What?

What in the hell was going on right now?

Slash smirked, crossing his arms over his exposed chest.

“I never had any doubts. She’s been eye fucking us all damn night. She’d do anything we asked.”

My entire body was numb. My cheeks became cold, blood draining from my face as my shoulder sagged.

I was limp.

What the hell.

This couldn’t be happening.

“What the hell is going on?”

I asked through my teeth, voice quivering meekly. Kirk laughed, rolling his eyes while he leaned nonchalantly against the plain walls of the otherwise luxurious VIP room.

“She still doesn’t fucking get it Slash.”

He stuffed his hands into his jeans' front pockets. Slash joined in on the laughter, forming a small chorus.

“What don’t I fucking get?”

I asked, still feeling as if I was completely in the dark.

Unless they meant…

No, no that’s definitely not what they fucking meant.

They were going to tease me, make fun of me a little for being so adventurous with my gaze.

Yeah.

That’s what they were going to do.

Then we'd all laugh it off and return to the table to drink some more cheap alcohol. We’d go to whoever's house for the after party and get completely shitfaced. I’d have a wet dream about them that night and wake up with a throbbing cunt. Maybe I’d get off to the thought of having both of their cocks buried inside me later, but under NO circumstances was I going to fuck them both tonight.

It just wasn’t possible.

The universe did not intend for this to happen to me. Fate doesn’t allow glorious shit like this to occur. Real life doesn’t allow glorious threesomes. That’s shit that happens in romance movies or far fetched books.

They both just… stared at me, their expressions devious. Whatever they had up their sleeve was calculated methodically.

“Isn’t it completely obvious?”

Slash asked.

No, not to me it wasn’t. My mind was running with possibilities yet I couldn’t land on one that would satisfy my question.

What the hell was going on?!

“Would you guys stop beating around the bush and just tell me what the fuck is going on!”

My tone had a hard edge to it. I was growing annoyed. My hands balled into tight fists at my sides.

Come on, I’d had it with the fucking foreplay.

Slash moved his hand slowly and silently towards the doorknob. My gaze was drawn to his movements, breath catching in my throat as his long fingers twisted the lock into place with a deafening click.

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit!

I was now locked in a room with the two men I had been drooling over for the past two hours!

“Well I thought our intentions would be obvious by this point…”

Kirk spoke. My gaze snapped upwards. His voice was relaxed, far too relaxed. His body hung in the air, as if he could move rapidly at any moment. He was waiting for the right moment to execute whatever scheme they were hatching.

“But since you seem so fucking oblivious I suppose we could spell it out for you-“

Slash chimed in to the conversation.

“Hey, she’s getting agitated Kirk, why don’t you just give it to her straight.”

Jesus, were these men trying to kill me?

I’m sick of these mind games!

I could see they were getting off at tormenting me. They couldn’t hide the subtle smirks playing at the corners of their mouths.

“Basically we’re both gonna fuck the shit out of you.”

Slash spoke so calmly.

No way.

No fucking way.

I stood, my mind and body in inertia as I struggled to process the harsh gravity of what was just said.

Slash moved behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist and drawing me into his firm chest. The breath was knocked from my lungs in a short gasp as my back collided with Slash’s front. Kirk glared in my direction, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze fixed on Slash's movements. As he brought his lips to my ear, Slash's thick curls tickled the back of my neck while he whispered seductively against my earlobe.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off for us baby?”

My arms hung limply to my sides, my brain jumbled and unable to direct my body. Slash pressed me against him for a brief moment before gradually releasing his firm grip on my waist, his warmth leaving me in a cool wave. I kept my gaze fixed on Kirk, my eyes following him until his shoulder brushed against mine and he vanished from my peripheral vision. Kirk's heavy boots slammed against the smooth marble floors, the deep noises abruptly halting as he took his place on the opulent leather couch next to Slash.

Despite the fact that I could easily imagine the scene, I didn't want to glance behind me. My breathing was even, and my gaze was fixed on the black lines dancing in the white marble.

The shock of the situation hadn’t set in yet.

I felt numb.

A loud click echoed throughout the eerily silent room. One of the boys was smoking a cigarette.

“Come on baby. Don’t tell me you’re gettin’ all shy on us now.”

Slash spoke once more. Kirk remained silent.

I cast a glance over my shoulder at the two boys, noting their close proximity on the couch. Slash was very relaxed, with a cigarette hanging from his lips and one of his converse propped up on the glass table. Kirk tried to maintain his cool. He rested his torso against the back of the couch and spread his denim clad legs. But his demeanor had a hard edge to it, indicating that he was nervous beneath his faux calmness.

I turned my body around until I could stare comfortably at Slash and Kirk. I prayed they wouldn’t have me dance on the pole. That situation would result in nothing but embarrassment. Thankfully, they both gave the long metal pole zero attention. Their gaze was fixed on me as they patiently awaited my next move.

Slash smoked his cigarette until the bright embers faded into gray ash. He leaned forward and pressed it into the metal ashtray, twisting the stump a few times to ensure the flame was fully extinguished. Slash snatched the top hat from his head and placed it atop the glass before returning to his relaxed position. Kirk’s gaze didn’t falter. His mind was turning.

“Come on baby, how are we supposed to fuck the shit out of you if you won’t take off your fucking clothes?”

Slash smirked, his white teeth contrasting with his tanned skin. I drew my t-shirt from the waistband of my jeans and pulled it over my head, hesitantly.

The shock had now fully set it.

My heart was rushing around my ribcage like a racehorse on steroids. I didn't even try to hide the tremors in my legs. The two men were keeping a close eye on me, and I knew they'd pick up on my anxiety whether I showed physical signs or not.

I kept my eyes fixed on the floor. The moment my bra dropped to the ground, my stomach flipped, a sudden onset of nausea washing over me. It was the strangest emotion I had ever experienced. I needed to get out of this room. Yet, I wanted the situation to progress further.

After a moment of consideration, I decided my desire to get fucked was far greater than my want to chicken out. Besudes, when would I ever get the chance to fuck both Slash and Kirk Hammett?

I took a moment to breathe before slowly unbuttoning my jeans. The fabric was loose enough for it to slip down my legs without much effort. I now stood bare besides the thin fabric of my panties hiding my most sensitive area from the two men’s casual gazes.

Damn.

They had both done this before.

The men sat before me as if they were casually watching a sporting event. Their steady heartbeats most definitely did not correspond to the racing pulse throbbing within my ears. But in this vulnerable state, I began to imagine things.

My hands dropped to my sides, my mind briefly lost in thought. I'd never caught Slash or Kirk in such a sensual scene before. And there was only a thin layer of clothing between my naked body and theirs.

What would Slash’s rough hands feel like pressed against my breasts?

How would Kirk’s long fingers feel buried knuckle deep inside of me?

Which one of them moans more frequently?

Whose cock could fill me up better?

“Alright baby that’s enough undressing. Come sit on my lap.”

Slash’s relaxed tone snapped me from my daze.

Shit.

Had I been staring at the wall this entire time?

Fuck I probably looked like a total idiot.

No time for worries now.

Slash smacked his leather clad thighs, inviting me to sit. I gulped, my nervousness completely transforming into desire as I knew Slash’s hands would be on me the moment I sat upon his thighs. The heat from my face melted away, traveling downwards until it pooled within my lower abdomen.

I approached Slash, turning and gently placing myself on his lap. I tried to make myself as comfortable as possible, but the sticky leather made it difficult. I moved my hips against Slash’s pelvis, stopping with a sudden gasp when I felt his bulge growing. One of his arms wrapped around my waist, immobilizing me. Slash ran his opposite hand tenderly along the top of my thigh, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“Stop moving.”

He demanded with a low growl. Slash’s hand moved gradually towards my core. I took a shaky breath and glanced downwards to watch his movements. My fingernails dug into the denim covering his arms, clenching hard as Slash gently felt my wetness through my panties.

He chuckled against my ear.

“My God baby, you’re so fucking wet. Does the thought of getting fucked like a whore turn you on?”

Slash mumbled raspily, his calloused fingertips finding my clothed clit. I threw my head against Slash’s shoulder, back arching away from his chest while my jaw dropped.

Slash found this extremely amusing.

“My God you’re so desperate.”

Slash dragged a finger along the inner waistband of my panties.

“How would James feel if he walked in and saw this?”

Slash raised his voice. His words were now aimed at Kirk rather than me.

“I think he’d have a fucking heart attack.”

Kirk's voice was surprisingly stable. I would assume he was nervous based on his lack of action.

But who am I kidding.

Kirk is just as much of a rockstar as Slash.

Slash scoffed.

“I’ve done my part for now. You wanna taste her while I hold her down for ya?”

Slash’s finger stopped. He tugged my panties down my thighs, and I shifted my hips to quicken the process. Slash groaned, the friction against his bulge making his cock twitch within his leather pants.

He stopped yanking when my panties reached midway down my thighs. Kirk kneeled in front of me, grasping the fabric and pulling it the rest of the way down my legs. Slash’s thick curls brushed against my cheek, his eyes anxiously watching Kirk settle between my legs.

Kirk threw my knees over his shoulders. Slash wrapped both of his strong arms around my waist, squeezing me into his chest and incapacitating me. Kirk began to drag his lips along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, sending chills down my spine as he moved slowly towards my soaking wet cunt. His mustache created a delicious sensation against my skin that made my pussy throb with anticipation. Kirk stared at me through his thick lashes, observing my pleasured expressions change as he neared my core.

He buried his face between my thighs, engulfing my swollen bud with his gloriously warm mouth. I arched my back, only to be stopped by Slash’s firm grip.

“Fuck!”

I exclaimed, clutching Slash’s denim clad arms. Kirk flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue, my thighs instinctively crushing his skull. My head fell back against Slash’s shoulder.

One of Slash’s arms released my waist. His hand became entangled in my roots, and he utilized the grip on my hair to thrust my face forward.

“Why don’t you look at Kirk while he eats you out. It’s the polite thing to do.”

I watched Kirk intently, his dark black hair standing out against my thighs. My legs shook as he mercilessly flicked my clit with his wonderfully skilled tongue.

Kirk hollowed his cheeks, the suction on my clit increasing tenfold. My chest now heaved with every strangled breath. The pleasure was consuming me, wrapping around my entire body and constricting until I couldn’t breathe.

Kirk held my thighs in place, his large hands wrapping around my plush thighs. Both of the men’s strong grips completely paralyzed my bottom half.

It made me feel helpless, small, completely at their mercy.

And I fucking loved it.

The fact that they could do whatever they wanted to me whenever they wanted sent a rush of heat to my core.

Slash placed a gentle kiss to the soft skin above my jugular.

“Look at her fucking face Kirk. Look at how fucking desperate she looks.”

Kirk glanced up at me, and I could instantly feel him smirk against my cunt as he relished in my fucked out expression. His mustache brushed against my clit, creating delicious friction that had me on the verge of cumming.

Slash held my head in place, his lips sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin covering my jugular. I released Slash's forearms, reaching for Kirk's hair and tangling my fingers in his curly roots to keep him in place.

My stomach was pinched tight, the sensation almost painful. I tried to keep my orgasm at bay, not wanting to end the delicious pleasure Kirk was giving me.

“Are you gonna cum baby?”

Slash mumbled against my neck, his mouth sucking bright purple marks into my flesh.

“Yeah… I’m gonna cum.”

My orgasm was leaking into the corners of my eyes, leaving me partially blind with desire as my release threatened to spill over the edge at any second.

“Can you cum on my face, pretty girl?”

Kirk spoke.

He fucking spoke!

His raspy tone sent me into a frenzy, the movements of his tongue not faltering.

“Yeah…”

My voice trailed off into a sigh as my orgasm ripped through me. I could only squeeze my eyes shut and increase my strong grasp on Kirk’s hair as I came all over his mouth.

I quickly became a moaning mess, my chest convulsing as I desperately tried to fill my lungs. My lower abdomen clenched as Kirk gave a few lazy flicks to my clit with his tired tongue, bringing me down from a freight train of an orgasm.

“How does she taste Kirk?”

Slash asked, stopping his attack on my neck to glare between my thighs. Kirk dragged his tongue from base to clit, tasting my juices. I groaned softly, my overstimulated cunt ready for a break (that I knew I wouldn’t be getting anytime soon).

“She tastes fucking amazing Slash. You wanna try?”

Slash chuckled.

“I’ll taste her eventually.”

Eventually?

Was he hinting at a sequel?

“Just let me fuck her first and I’ll consider us even.”

Kirk pulled away from my core, his lips and mustache shining with wetness in the low light of the VIP room.

“Be my guest.”

Kirk said, a large smirk plastered on his confident ass face. He gently sat my legs back down upon Slash’s thighs, my sweaty skin clinging to the leather. Kirk stood, flashing me a wink and smile as he made his way to the lavish red armchair at the opposite end of the couch.

“You want me to fuck you baby?”

Slash loosened the grip on my hair, allowing my neck to go limp and my head to fall back against his shoulder. His raspy tone pushed all thoughts of Kirk from my mind.

“Hm? You want me to fill you up?”

I clenched my thighs together at the mere mention of being fucked into the couch.

“I bet my cock would feel really fucking good inside your pretty little pussy.”

I sighed shakily.

“Please Slash just fuck me already.”

He chuckled, and the slight movement of his pelvis brought his insanely large and prominent bulge to my attention.

“If you say so baby.”

Slash grabbed my waist and threw me to the opposite end of the couch. My head smacked against the armrest, the brief sting of pain dissipating as I noticed Slash kneeling before me. I propped myself up on my elbows to catch a glimpse at Slash’s slow and seductive movements. His hands reached for his silver belt buckle, which he slowly undid while maintaining intense eye contact with me.

“Keep begging.”

Slash demanded, his tone stern as he tossed his belt to the side. His hands moved to push his jean jacket down his arms as the buckle clinked loudly against the marble floor.

I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, my eyes drifting along Slash’s bare chest partially concealed under his jacket.

“Please fuck me Slash.”

“Keep going.”

He dropped his jacket to the floor with a soft thud, his hands now finding the waistband of his leather pants.

“Please fuck me Slash.”

I gulped, a large lump forming in my throat.

“I need your cock inside of me.”

My cheeks flushed hot as my eyes caught the first glimpse of dark pubic hair that was now exposed. Slash continued to push the waistband of his leather pants down his legs, raising up on his knees.

“God you have such a dirty fucking mouth.”

His cock now sprung free from its confines. Slash shuffled off the couch and stood for a split second to drop his pants the rest of the way down his legs and kick off his Converse.

He now stood, fully bare, rock hard cock on full display for my hungry eyes to drink in.

Slash climbed over me, his hair draping around our faces and whisking us away to a private place where we could fuck in peace. His lust blown eyes were fixed on me, memorizing every inch of my fucked out face before rocking his pelvis forward.

I could feel his rock hard cock pressing against my lower abdomen. Slash hiked my legs around his thin waist, his swollen tip insanely close to where I desired him most.

“Please Slash.”

I begged.

“I want you to make me cum.”

I threw my arms around Slash’s broad shoulders, pulling him closer and encouraging him to make the next move.

He smirked, grasping his length with one hand and gently dragging his tip between my wet folds. The aching in my cunt had returned. I bucked my hips instinctively against Slash’s cock, hoping to quell the insane pulse of pleasure within my lower abdomen.

“Stop being so fucking desperate you dirty whore.”

Slash growled between his teeth before slamming into me. His cock stretched my walls so far that I feared I would rip in two. My body convulsed. I gasped in pleasure, arching my back into Slash’s sweaty chest.

He gave me little time to adjust. Slash pulled back before snapping his hips forward and burying his cock balls deep inside of my wet cunt. His tip instantly found my needy g spot and I moaned loudly, jaw dropping in pleasure.

My brow knit as he slammed into my g spot a second time, the wet sounds of sex erupting throguhout the otherwise quiet room. Slash viciously grabbed my jaw, holding my chin in place as he relentlessly fucked me into the soft couch.

“No baby… I want you to fucking look at me while you cum all over my cock.”

Slash’s tone wasn’t breathy in the slightest. He was confident, extremely assertive while his swollen tip banged my g spot every time he bottomed out within me.

I gave him a subtle nod, fully succumbing to his assertiveness. My breasts rocked with every thrust, the coil in my stomach tightening rapidly.

“Slash… you’re gonna make me cum.”

Slash maintained intense eye contact with me, the rapid movements of his hips not faltering.

“Cum on my cock you dirty whore.”

I came, allowing any expression to wash over my face as I released my orgasm around Slash’s thick cock.

I expected him to slow, to give me a break after his relentless fucking.

But he didn’t.

Slash drew back, his hands wrapping around my waist and flipping me onto my stomach. My breasts flattened against the soft cushions, overstimulated cunt screaming for release. The bright red fabric of the couch was the only thing visible by my anxious eyes. I wanted nothing more than to look over my shoulder and watch as Slash’s face as he fucked me. But his hand found the back of my head.

He grabbed my hair and slammed my face even further into the cushions. I screamed, the couch muffling my noises. My hands scoured for anything that could be used as leverage, eventually settling on digging my nails into the cushions.

“God you’re such a whore for me. I bet you were thinking about my cock pumping inside of you all fucking night.”

My spongy walls clenched around Slash. My entire body seized, begging for a break. But Slash’s opposite hand found my waist and pulled me back to meet his thrusts, his cock slamming into my g spot once more.

“God you love being fucked like a little slut. Your pretty cunt is absolutely dripping for me.”

My abdomen clenched, orgasm on the brink of washing over me.

“You're gonna make me cum baby. I’m gonna cum inside you.”

Slash’s cock twitched inside of me.

That sent me over the edge.

My walls hugged his cock as I orgasmed for the third time this night. I moaned loudly against the couch cushions, my muscles sore from numerous convulsions.

Slash came with a deep grunt, his hot cum coating my overstimulated walls. I groaned as I felt his release fill me to the brim.

This time, he slowed, allowing me to come down from my post orgasmic haze.

“Alright Kirk. It’s your turn with the cock slut.”

Slash pulled out in one fluid motion, leaving me with a sudden sense of emptiness. Our combined juices dripped down the backs of my thighs, my pussy clenching with desire to be filled again. I hovered over the couch, my hands pushing my torso upwards once Slash’s grasp released from the back of my head.

I cocked my head up and glanced around the room. My gaze was drawn to Kirk. He shot me an intimidating glance, his legs crossed to presumably conceal his prominent erection. Slash's weight lifted from the couch, and he began to redress himself, flashing me sensual glances through the corner of his eye every few seconds.

I locked my gaze on Kirk for a few moments, watching as the gears inside his head turned. He deliberated over his next move.

Kirk rose slowly and walked over to the couch. He stood behind the armrest, staring down at me with blown black pupils. Kirk gently cupped my face with his calloused palm, the pad of his thumb running along my cheekbone.

The way I had to cock my head almost completely backwards to meet Kirk’s gaze made me feel so… submissive.

He thrusted his thumb between my lips. I took it into my mouth, swirling my thumb sensually around the pad and hallowing my cheeks to increase the suction. Kirk groaned. My eyes drifted downwards until they caught his prominent erection straining against the fabric of his dark jeans.

I moaned against Kirk’s thumb, my mind wandering to the glorious things he could do to me with his cock.

“I’ll let you ride my honey.”

Kirk’s deep voice jolted me from my stupor. I snapped my eyes upwards to reconnect with Kirk’s sensual yet intimidating gaze.

“Would you like that? Hm? Would you like to ride my cock?”

A rush of heat ran to my core.

Yes.

I would like that.

I nodded, nearly gagging as Kirk thrusted his thumb deeper within my throat.

Kirk smirked.

“Alright honey.”

Kirk released his thumb from between my lips with a loud pop. He moved in a semicircle around the couch, his gaze fixed on me. I didn't move, nor did I look at him. I waited until Kirk assumed a position and called my name, signaling that it was time to escalate the situation.

I shuffled around until I kneeled before Kirk. His head was propped atop the armrest, his body completely relaxed as he waited patiently for me to make the next move. I inhaled shakily, the sudden control a stark contrast to the way I was thrown around just moments before.

Kirk rested his open palms against his thighs, his smoldering gaze edging me on. I instinctively crawled over him, straddling his hips, the thick leather belt digging into my inner thighs. My hands reached for the collar of his shirt as Kirk’s hands settled atop my spread legs, rubbing gentle circles into the soft flesh of my thighs. I began to frantically unbutton his shirt, gradually exposing more of his chest.

Kirk's eyes were boring into my skull, following my every move. When I reached the last button, I threw both sides of his shirt to the side, exposing his entire torso. I shifted my hips to gain friction for my throbbing cunt. The cool metal of his belt buckle pressed against my sensitive clit, sending a jolt of cold pleasure through my nerves. I sighed, the prominent bulge in his pants now teasing my entrance.

“Keep going baby. I wanna feel you around my cock.”

My hands traveled from his chest, down between our bodies, anxious hands shakily undoing his belt buckle. I yanked the smooth leather from the loops, tossing it to the floor. His jeans now the only barrier between me and his rock hard erection.

My hasty fingers undid his fly, hurriedly pulling the tough fabric down his thighs to allow his erection to spring free. The lack of underwear only heightened the desire to have him buried inside me. I tugged his pants down just enough to free his cock and give us both a comfortable fucking experience.

Kirk’s grip on my thighs tightened as I grasped his rock hard cock and lined it up with my soaking entrance. Kirk glared at me, his crushing eyes telling me he was the one truly in control.

I sunk down on him, his cock pleasurably stretching my walls. He wasn’t quite as girthy as Slash, but he was long enough to brush my g spot almost instantly.

“Fuck.”

I groaned, throwing my head back as my hips began to move instinctively against his pelvis. Kirk’s hands traveled from my thighs, to my plush hips, where he assisted me in grinding atop his painfully hard erection.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous honey. You look so pretty riding my cock.”

Kirk watched me, his eyes traveling over every inch of my exposed body. Eventually halting when he reached the place where our bodies connected. He groaned, dull nails digging into my hips. The swollen tip of his cock brushed against my g spot every time my hips slammed against his pelvis.

“Fuck Kirk… you feel so good.”

I mumbled, my open palms holding my torso upwards by resting atop his pectorals. My words sent Kirk into a frenzy. He braced his feet against the couch, thrusting his hips upwards to meet the changing movements of my pelvis.

My juices were lubricating his cock, dripping down his length to ease the upwards thrusts of Kirk’s hips.

I squeezed my eyes shut, neck falling limp as I allowed Kirk to take full control of the situation. My thigh muscles grew sore, the slight pain adding to the growing sensation of pleasure building within my core.

“Fuck Kirk. I’m gonna cum.”

Kirk sighed.

“You look so pretty honey. Cum all over my cock.”

My lower abdomen was tight, ready to release all over his length. I moaned loudly, walls clenching around Kirk as I came.

I threw my head backwards, exposing my neck for Kirk’s hungry eyes as I fell into an overwhelming state of euphoria. His cock twitched within me, releasing his hot cum moments after I orgasmed.

I came down quickly, Kirk’s hips faltering before he finally relaxed agaisnt the plush couch. My eyes fluttered open, catching sight of Kirk’s sweaty face and lust blown eyes.

Our chests heaved in unison as we became accustomed to the wonderful sensation of post orgasmic haze.

“Good job you two. I loved the fucking show.”

I threw my head over my shoulder, catching sight of now fully dressed Slash sprawled out upon the armchair.

“Now let’s get back before James sends a search party for his whore little sister.”

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