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lil-bitchy-bride · 1 year
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I think I'm about to faint 😍🥰🤭
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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
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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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e11asurfz · 27 days
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megadeth & metallica!!
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METALLICA, 1984
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THE clip. you know the one
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Metallica doing some promo shots for Hardwired... To Self-Destruct, 2016
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James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett and Cindy Crawford in 1992 ✨
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★ - ROCKSTAR ICONS
my fav rockstars <3
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Daddy material
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Even though they were active at the same time and all had big albums in 1991 it still weirds me out when I see pictures of members of Metallica with members of Soundgarden or Pearl Jam. Like *gasp* Kirk Hammett AND Chris Cornell what is going on here?
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ilongfor-the-arts · 2 years
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Can I please request Kirk Hammett smut<3
Ok so. fem.Y/N and Kirk re good friends, one night he climbs into her room. BOOM = cute love confession, they’ll have hot sex……but Y/N has to stay quiet😏
The Midnight Rambler
Pairing: Kirk Hammett x fem! Reader
Warnings: smut, language, unprotected sex, thigh riding, brief mentions of alcohol
Word Count: 3.6k
Request?: yes!
A/N: This one jumps right into the action! Enjoy!
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Sleep.
Peaceful, undisturbed sleep.
Nothing made me happier than a good night's sleep after a long day.
Nothing beats finally allowing myself to relax every muscle in my body atop my comfortable bed.
The world was pitch black, my body was trapped in a state of inertia as I drifted off to peaceful sleep. People always appear to be concerned that when they die, all they will have is eternal sleep. But, hey, if all I get when I die is eternal sleep, that sounds pretty damn good to me.
Creak.
Shit.
Come on, I was nearly asleep.
It was simple to dismiss the creaking sound. My apartment was old and constantly made noises for no apparent reason. If only my stupid apartment would stop bothering me and let me sleep.
Creak.
Hm. That was certainly unusual. When I opened my eyes, my retinas struggled to adjust to the darkness of my bedroom. The hazy outlines of my furniture gradually emerged, the thin whiteness piercing through the black veil.
I twisted my neck upwards to glance towards my bedroom. Thankfully, it was closed. My brow furrowed.
Creak.
Shit. Holy shit.
There was no denying that those creaks were footsteps.
Oh God.
I was a single girl, alone and defenseless. I jerked up until I was sitting straight, bracing myself with my hands placed behind my torso. My gaze darted around the hazy figures in my bedroom.
My blood ran cold.
My heart began to pound, the sound resonating in my eardrums.
My fight or flight response had been activated.
Weapon? Do I have a weapon?
Shit.
Creak.
Lamp! I have a lamp on my bedside table! It’s heavy enough to do some damage if I get a good swing.
I scrambled out of bed as quickly as I could, careful not to make too much noise. I bent down to the right of my bedside table, yanking the plug from the white outlet.
Creak.
Shit.
Why was this guy walking so slow?
If he really wanted to kill me, he should have done it already.
Not that I was complaining.
I wrapped my hand around the thin metal lamp and raised it above my shoulder, spinning around to face the door, prepared to strike anything that moved.
Creak.
Shit.
Fucking shit.
He was right outside my bedroom door.
I told two, slow steps forward, lamp over shoulder. I pressed my lips together, trying to keep my chest from heaving with anxiety. As I struggled to breathe and swallow the growing pool of saliva inside my mouth, a thin layer of cold sweat began to form on my brow.
I stood about a foot away from the door, figuring that would provide me with ample distance to get a good swing towards the intruders head.
My arms were shaking. I was struggling to hold the lamp above my shoulder.
Creak.
The doorknob turned.
The lock slipped out of the door frame with a loud click.
There was no way I could fight off an armed man in the pitch black!
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
The slight drafts blowing through my room pushed and pulled my body in opposite directions, making me tremble like a leaf.
The door creaked open and remained slightly ajar.
“Y/N?”
A man whispered from the opposite side of the wood.
My stomach flipped.
Jesus Christ how does this guy know my name?!
“Are you awake?”
I furrowed my brow.
No.
No way in hell.
“Kirk?”
I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes?”
Kirk whispered back.
“Oh my fucking God.”
I said in annoyance, my voice returning to its normal volume.
I removed one hand from the lamp, grasping the ajar door's edge and flicking it open to reveal Kirk Hammett's skinny figure behind a thin veil of darkness.
I dashed for the light switch, which was located to the right of the door frame. As bright fluorescent light flooded my bedroom, illuminating Kirk, my retinas burned as they adjusted.
“Kirk! What the hell!”
My vision was only a thin, blurry strip as my eyes burned while accommodating to the white light.
Kirk’s eyebrows climbed up his forehead, wrinkles forming on his brow.
“Jesus Y/N. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I rolled my eyes and let the lamp fall to my side, the metal smacking against my hip as I gripped it with one hand.
“I thought I was about to see a ghost! Jesus Kirk I was about to whack you with a fucking lamp!”
I showed him by raising the lamp before allowing it to drop back down to my side.
“Jesus Y/N. I didn’t think you’d be that scared of me.”
Kirk chuckled.
Oh my God.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
“Kirk! You broke into my house in the middle of the fucking night and didn’t say anything until you were right outside my bedroom door! Obviously I’m going to be fucking terrified!”
I tried not to raise my voice too much to avoid startling the neighbors.
“I’m sorry-“
“Do you know how thin these fucking walls are?!”
My gaze remained fixed on him as I pointed behind me to the blank wall above my bed frame.
“One scream and the cops would be on you in two seconds flat!”
“Jesus Christ Y/N I said I was sorry!”
I took a deep, slightly agitated breath. My free hand dropped to my side.
“Okay. Sorry, I guess I just got a little worked up.”
I turned, walking towards the small wooden bedside table and placing the lamp back to its original position.
“How was the bar? Did you boys have fun?”
I sat on the edge of my bed, hands in my lap, turning my head to face Kirk, who had taken a few large strides toward me.
“It was… good.”
Kirk stroked his thick hair, the curls falling back atop his brow as his hand reached the back of his head. His gaze dropped to the floor, his free hand stuffed into the pocket of his jeans.
“Okay Kirk what the hell is going on? Seriously.”
Kirk's eyes were drawn to me, both of his hands now stuffed into his jeans.
“Oh. I just wanted to talk to you.”
Kirk exuded an unsettling energy. His hands were crammed into his pockets to keep him from fiddling with the collar of his button-up shirt.
“Okay.”
I smacked my thighs.
“Talk then. I’m all ears.”
Kirk was deafeningly quiet, his tongue running along his plush bottom lip as he shifted his weight between his lanky legs. His eyes shifted to mine briefly before the crushing weight of our intertwined eyes made him far too uncomfortable, and he returned his gaze to the carpeted floor.
“Do you remember that one show we did? In Albuquerque? The one where we were all drunk out of our minds?”
I smiled, my mind traveling back in time to the exhilarating memories of that night.
“Yes. It was a wild show and an even wilder after party.”
I scoffed and raised my legs to sit Indian-style atop my bed, my hands dipping between my intertwined legs.
“You were blackout drunk, it was fucking hilarious.”
Kirk pursed his lips.
“Yeah…”
His voice trailed off.
“I actually didn’t have anything to drink that night.”
I cocked my brow, not fully understanding what he was saying. I could tell there was supposed to be some significance to the newly revealed information, but I couldn't figure it out.
“Okay?”
Kirk's thin fingers found his shirt collar and he rolled the fabric between his fingertips.
“I just said I drank a lot so it wouldn’t seem weird when I tried to kiss you.”
Oh.
Ohhhh.
His words rushed out, his tongue unable to stop itself as he spilled his dirty little secret into the open air.
-
Kirk's hand gripped my waist, drawing our chests flush together as he breathed deeply, the hot air fanning across my face. Kirk's nose brushed up against mine, his lips slightly parted, as the invisible energy drew our mouths inexorably closer.
“Kirk…”
I muttered.
My hands were resting uncomfortably on his chest, my body unsure how to react to this unusual situation. But my mind was curious as to where this predicament would eventually lead.
Kirk's sensual eyes abruptly broke into a lighthearted gaze. He let out a laugh, his body instinctively pulling away from mine. The invisible energy had broken, and I could feel my heart slowing to a normal pace as his body heat slipped away from me.
“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m so fucking drunk right now.”
He brought a hand to his face, his finger pads rubbing the headache from his brain.
“It’s alright.”
-
“I should’ve known.”
I gulped.
“I didn’t even smell any alcohol on your breath.”
The electricity has returned. The anxious anticipation had subsided, and an invisible force had stepped in between us to replace the uncomfortableness.
“I thought I felt something but I was such a goddamn idiot and the whole situatuon was totally fucked u-“
I threw myself off the bed in desperation, my body lunging forward. My mouth collided with his, the invisible force dissipating as I granted the universe its wish.
I enveloped his neck in my arms, his firm chest pressed against my soft breasts. Kirk inhaled sharply, his body tense before settling into the situation. His lips began to move hungrily against mine and the tip of his tongue played against my lower lip. Kirk drew my body closer to him, his thick belt buckle pressing into my stomach through my thin t-shirt.
I moved my hands slowly down the plane of his chest, enjoying the sensation of his gorgeously plump lips moving in unison against my hungry mouth. Our chests heaved in unison, our noses struggling to provide our bodies with the oxygen we required for such passion.
My hands found his belt buckle.
“I want you.”
I sighed with lustful passion against his mouth before reconnecting our lips.
“I want you inside me.”
His cock began to harden under my fingertips, the tent in his jeans becoming more prominent. Kirk rolled his hips involuntarily against my hands, his groin longing for friction to relieve the tight sensation brewing in his abdomen.
Kirk growled against my mouth, the vibrations reverberating down my throat.
“Fuck baby…”
Kirk turned and pulled me along with him. When the mattress smacked the back of his knees, he flopped down onto the creaky bed, with me straddling one of his jean-clad thighs.
Kirk’s hands found their way to my back, where they lazily rested against my shoulder blades, his gentle grasp keeping me close. Kirk’s tongue pushed between my teeth while his knee rammed against my clothed pussy. His actions sent a jolt of pleasure through my spine. I gasped, my brow knitting in pleasure as I instinctively rolled my hips along the rough fabric of his jeans, wetness pooling inside my panties.
“Shhhhh.”
Kirk stared at me seductively through his lashes, his eyes completely black as his pupils were blown with lust.
“You gotta keep quiet baby girl.”
His voice was low, a deep sensual whisper that cut through the stillness of the room. Kirk's calloused palm moved from my waist to my face, tenderly cupping my face.
“No one else needs to know I’m making you cum all over my cock.”
Kirk trailed the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip before gently pushing his thumb past my teeth.
“How bout you suck on that while you ride my thigh.”
I braced myself by placing my hands atop his shoulders, utilizing my grasp on him to grind my clothed pussy against his rough jeans. I pictured his thick cock throbbing inside my mouth as I sucked mercilessly on his thumb. Kirk’s opposite hand assisted me in dragging my pelvis along his thigh, his mouth falling open as he watched me getting off on his lap. I dragged my tongue along the tip of Kirk’s thumb, watching intently as he grew painfully hard inside his jeans.
I was wet, horribly wet. But the two layers of fabric separating my cunt from Kirk’s rough jeans ensured that I would be unable to cum on top of his lap. I groaned around Kirk’s thumb in frustration, desperate to quell the ache building in between my thighs.
“Oh, poor baby.”
He leaned into my ear, hot breath grazing my earlobe and sending a powerful chill directly to my cunt.
“Why don’t you take off your clothes for me.”
Kirk pulled his thumb out of my mouth with a loud pop, leaning back on his hands as he stared. I clambered off his lap, my knees shaking as I undressed under Kirk’s crushing eyes.
I dropped my clothes to the floor, my nipples hardening as the cool draft blew through the room and smacked against my bare chest.
“That’s my good girl.”
Kirk lifted a ringed pointer finger and made a “come hither” motion. I climbed back atop his thigh, the gentle brush of his jeans agaisnt my soaking wet cunt making me groan with desire.
“Think you can be quiet?”
Kirk asked while placing his hands on my hips, his cool rings providing a stark contrast to my flaming hot skin.
“Yeah. I think so.”
Kirk smirked.
“Good.”
He jerked his knee upwards, his rugged jeans hitting my clit.
I inhaled sharply, immediately jumping back into my previous train of actions. My head fell into the crook of Kirk’s neck, hands grasping his shirt in desperation.
“Kirk…”
I mumbled incoherently as he continued to push and pull my pelvis along his thigh. My wetness dragged along his jeans, seeping into the fabric of his pants as my chest heaved with every strangled breath.
“I want you.”
The coil in my stomach began to tighten, my moans growing more anguished as my orgasm was steadily approaching.
“Shhhh baby. If you make any more fucking noise I won’t give you anything.”
I knew he was most likely bluffing. He had waited far too long to not fuck me completley silly. But the truth is that I desire his cock just as much as he wanted to fuck my cunt.
I couldn’t take chances.
So I bit my tongue and fought to keep all my noise deep within my chest.
I was so close.
So fucking close.
I could feel myself already drifting into the land of nirvana that was post orgasmic haze.
“Good girl. You’re such a good girl for me.”
I moaned softly through a closed mouth, my eyes squeezing shut as I desperately fought every desire inside of me to scream out Kirk’s name like a prayer.
“Cum all over my thigh. Make a fucking mess of my jeans.”
My lower abdomen was pinched tight. There was no room for my desire to build any further than it already had. So, with a final jerk of my hips, I came all over Kirk’s jeans, my knee bumping against his painfully hard cock the moment my body released the enormous tension built inside of my stomach.
Kirk groaned in pleasure as I threw my head back, exposing my neck for him to admire as I rode out my orgasm atop his thigh. I transformed my heavy moans into gentle gasps of air as I came down from my intense pleasure high.
“Fuck Kirk…”
My eyes fluttered open, drinking in Kirk’s sweaty, lust blown face as my mind wandered to the next substantial event of the night.
“Jesus Y/N. I want to fuck you so damn bad.”
I swung my leg over Kirk’s lap, assuming a comfortable position on my bed. I bent my knees, spreading my legs as far as possible to invite him to fuck me.
His eyes raked along my body, taking in every inch of my naked form, the tent in his jeans tall and prominent.
“Please Kirk.”
I begged.
Kirk gulped loudly, rising to his full height and undressing while his eyes remained fixed on my lustful gaze.
I bit my lower lip as Kirk undid the thick leather buckle on his cum soaked jeans with a loud clunk. He pulled the leather through the loops with a satisfying whoosh and allowed it to fall to the floor beside him.
Now that his belt was gone, his erection was ten times more obvious. I inhaled shakily while envisioning his thick cock stretching my walls to the brim, swollen tip slamming against my g spot as tears of pleasure formed in the corners of my eyes.
Kirk refocused his attention to his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it to reveal his slightly toned chest before bringing his large hands down to his jeans.
Fuck.
My pussy clenched desperately around nothing as the imagine of his painfully hard cock came into view.
“Kirk.”
I forced my gaze away from his pink swollen tip leaking with precum to meet his dark eyes. Kirk’s black curls framed his pale face, making his subtle perfections pop.
“Please I can’t wait any fucking longer.”
Kirk had enough of the foreplay. He clambered over the bed, his gaze burning into my eyes as he assumed his position atop my desperate body.
“God you’re beautiful.”
He mumbled, inches away from my face while hiking my leg up to his waist, using his opposite hand to drag the tip of his painfully hard cock through my folds.
I moaned loudly before remembering my vow of silence. I closed my throat, my pleasure-filled noise erupting from my lips as a choked groan rather than a lustful cry.
Kirk pushed into me, his thick cock stretching my walls to the brim.
I threw my head back, choking on my moans as Kirk bottomed out inside of me. He was quick to begin a set of merciless thrusts, his balls smacking against my cunt as he fucked me into the mattress.
He intertwined his fingers with mine, holding my hands over my head as he stared longingly into my eyes. Kirk’s scrawny hips snapped forward vigorously, burying himself inside of me with each passionate thrust.
His hair fell down around my face, trapping us in a realm of solitude.
“Kirk…”
The swollen tip of his girthy cock slammed against my g spot after a particularly hard thrust. My voice broke off into a cry as my profound wetness fully coated his length.
“Shhhhh.”
He hissed through his teeth.
“You’re mine. No one else needs to know how good I make you feel.”
His possessiveness made me even more desperate for him.
I wanted more of him.
I wanted every inch of his veiny cock buried inside my wet spongy walls.
I wrapped my legs around Kirk’s skinny waist, the new angle allowing his tip to bang against my g spot with every passionate snap of his pelvis.
“Kirk… you’re gonna make me fucking cum.”
I whispered, my throat constricting as the prevalent coil in my lower abdomen began to tighten.
“God your pussy is so good.”
Kirk gasped in desperation before his head fell into the crook of my neck.
“I wanna do this to you all through the fucking night.”
I was about to cum.
God, no man had ever made me cum this quickly before in my life.
I’d most definitely be up for another round.
Or another ten.
Or another twenty.
Hell, I’ll go all through the night with him if it meant I could feel him pumping inside of me with every passing second.
“I wanna keep stretching you out and fucking you until you physically can’t take any fucking more.”
The whispering tones combined with the soft smacking sounds of sex were nearly enough to send me toppling over the edge.
I squeezed my eyes shut, my orgasm so close.
I didn’t hold back. If everything Kirk whispered under his breath was true, I’d be in for a wild night to remember.
“Please keep fucking me Kirk.”
I gasped, my cunt clenching around his cock to milk the last of his orgasm as his hot cum coated my walls.
My abdomen was ready to snap.
“I want you inside of me for the rest of my life.”
I came around his cock. My body seized, head thrown back as the tightness of all my muscles was simultaneously released at once.
Kirk gave a few more lazy thrusts to my cunt before collapsing, cock still inside of me.
“All good Hammett?”
Kirk’s heavy heartbeat resonated throughout my chest cavity, bouncing around my ribcage.
“Yeah. I'm all good. You all good?”
“Yup.”
I smiled, burying my face in his curls while gently dragging my nails along the planes of his back.
“Are we done?”
I asked, searching for confirmation that the promises of a long wild night were true.
Kirk chuckled against my neck.
“Hell no.”
Kirk’s cock remained inside my overstimulated walls, keeping me full and ready for more.
“I'm not pulling out until we’re done.”
Kirk pulled his face back to meet my calm face, a stark contrast to the pleasurable expression my features were contorted into only moments ago.
“And we’re fucking done yet darling.”
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