#Kirk Hammett x you

[distorted59]

First of all, I love your works soooo much! And I love you too

Please I really want Kirk Headcanons. He’s the love of my life! I want to cuddle him and also something smut things too

thank you lovely!! I'm sorry for taking so long, i hope you enjoy!! <3

He’s really shy!! When you first met him, he was very nervous. Blushing and stumbling over his words. (You thought it was absolutely adorable of course!!!) When he first shook your hand, he felt electricity running through his body. After a while he fell right into your trap, he was hooked. Begging for more every day. 

He gets flustered a lot when he’s around you. He would mess up riffs during rehearsals or stumble over his words. One time he didn’t sleep very well, because he was overthinking all night. (May or may not have been horny all night) and he’d show up tired and sexually frustrated. You’d welcome him with open arms and took a nap together, when he woke up (hard) he got nervous. Your smell and arms around him drove him crazy. You noticed him stiffening once he woke up and quickly figured out what was happening. You’d start kissing his neck and rubbing him over his jeans. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

loves to eat pussy. Like he devours it. All of the boys would be into it but he’s addicted to it. Very good at it as well. He’d pull you to the edge of the bed so he could grind himself against the mattress while eating you out.

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby.” Kirk moans against your cunt. His hips are unrhythmic and desperately grinding against the bed. 

you moan and tug on his hair, keeping him in place right between your thighs. 

“Hmm!” you let out a squeal as he hits just the right spot. Kirk is humping against the bed like an animal. 

“gonna make me cum just like this, honey, fuck!” 

I feel like he gives the best hugs ever! Loves to cuddle and hold you close to him. 

80s Kirk is such a cutie, I just wanna hold him and kiss all his worries away. like, he’s such a geek with all his comics and action figures. Imagine going with him when he wants to buy new toys.

“Oh my god, babe!” Kirk whisper-yells at you and holds up a new issue of ‘Monster Magazine’. 

“Is that the new one, baby?” you smile at him, finding it overly adorable how excited he always gets.

"Yeah!" He looks at the back. “I’m gonna get this.” 

He smiles excitedly at you and kisses your cheek. You giggle and blush a bit, not expecting the kiss. 

“Can I read it after you’re done?” 

“Of course, baby!” Kirk grabs your hand. “We’ll read it together!”

Talking ab horror…. he would be into monster roleplay…. HE WOULD DONT DENY IT. Like him dressing up as dracula and you are the girl who got lost….. like!!!????? and he finds you and traps you and bites you and fucks the absolute life out of you. Thank you for listening. 

Also, the fact that in all those videos where he makes a joke and no one laughs??? c'mon now… baby is just trying to have some fun :(

his stutter is so cute!!! he still gets nervous sometimes and can’t look you in the eye or form a sentence. but you don’t mind. <3

I have been thinking about this a lot lately; giving Kirk head for the first time. him all whiny and excited, not knowing what to expect. 

“I’ll be gentle, okay?” You look up at him through your lashes. 

“Mhm.” He has his fingers over his mouth, unable to even speak. You stroke him lazily and smile at him. He throws his head back and lets out a huge moan when you lick the tip. 

“Ooh~, baby!” He whines. “ngh.. fuck!” his chest moves up and down and he tries to hold your hair back for you. 

you lick him from the base up and put him in your mouth. You’d think he’s seeing stars, cause he lets out the most heavenly moans you’ve ever heard. 

“feels so good, baby~”

yes, just a silly little thought.

the older he gets the rougher he gets, i feel. I mean, the fame and money definitely upped his confidence. which isn’t a bad thing AT ALL.

One of my favorite eras of him is htsd, his hair is starting to gray a little bit, and his skin has that old deep tan. the mustache, the goatee. yes just yes. 

I feel like he’s such a tease!!??  imagine going out for dinner with some friends, or the rest of the band. and he’s touching you all over. 

“Does my baby wanna feel good?” he slides his hand over your thigh. He’s been touching your thighs an kissing your neck all fucking night. 

“Kirk, please.” you whimper. “Not here, why here?” 

“Why here?” he smirks against your neck and moves up to whisper in your ear. “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this as much as I do, princess.”

GIMME THAT I NEED IT NOW

He’s a really sweet boy, has a kind heart and actually looks too cute to be in a metal band. His voice is so sweet, his hands are very soft. (they become more and more calloused over the years). He would trace his fingers over your skin and whisper sweet things in your ears and place soft kisses on your neck. 

ALSO Kirk with eyeliner!???? just imagine you making him feel so good after a show or sum and he starts crying in pleasure and it just drips down his face!!???? His face is messy and his eyes are red with tears as he craves more and more of you.

actually need that rn

and going to the beach with him!! maybe he'll teach you how to surf or just chill with you enjoying some drinks in the shade and going for a casual swim. <3

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[vaginalsauce]

Caught

warnings;

smut, fingering, unprotected, cockwarming?, mentions of being high, nicknames, semipublic, exhibition

a/n;

just a funny lil smut drabble, kirk is so yummy fr

summary;

You, Kirk, James, Cliff, and Lars have a movie night on tour, and it leads to you and Kirk doin some naughty naughty.

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The movie was nearing the halfway mark, but your head was too fogged up to pay attention. Kirk had his hand on your thigh, and was progressively sliding it higher and higher. You were positive he could feel the heat radiating from your cunt, hear your heartbeat, hear your breathing stagger.

The group had scattered around the hotel room, focused intently on the movie playing from the VHS.

You carefully spread your thighs, as Lars was laying at the foot of the bed. Kirk smirked to himself, leaning into your ear and pressing a kiss to the skin right below your earlobe. "Be quiet, baby."

His whisper sent shivers down your spine, and you almost lurched forward when he cupped your cunt, rubbing you through your shorts. "Think you can take these off for me?" He mumbled, tracing the hem. You nodded subtly, glancing around for a moment.

Never before have you been so grateful for a blanket in your life.

You let out a shaky breath as you gently lifted your hips, slipping the shorts down your thighs. No one even glanced, just assumed you were getting comfortable. Of course, even if they knew, it wasn't like they'd care much.

Kirk grinned, pushing your underwear to the side and immediately tracing a finger through your slick folds. You let out a shaky moan, to which you covered up with a cough, but with the glance you saw James and Kirk exchange, James was catching on.

It wasn't long before Kirk easily slid a finger into you, watching you closely out if the corner if his eye as your face threatened to twist into pleasure.

Your thighs almost closed, but Kirk caught your leg with his, keeping it pulled wide as he slowly began to pump his finger in and out of you, watching as you threw your head back. "Focus, pretty girl, gotta focus." He mumbled, just low enough as to not alert the others.

You were now pretty sure you were about to cry. Fuck, you just loved his fingers, but without the ability to vocalize your enjoyment, it was surprisingly frustrating. You raised your hips a bit to match with his hand movements, letting out a gasp as he curled his finger.

That got their attention.

"What was that, Y/N?" James chuckled, teasing. He knew for sure what was happening, but he wasn't gonna say anything. As for Cliff and Lars, they were clueless.

Kirk turned to look at you, his eyes big and focused on your face, tilting his head as if to act confused. "U-Uh, just thought I f...forgot to lock the door wh... uh.. when we left."

Kirk was making it so hard for you to talk. If it wasn't for the fact you usually talked slow when you were stoned, they would've been extremely concerned.

Lars shrugged, turning back to the TV.

"So wet for me, baby. Does this turn you on? Getting off on my fingers, just feet away from our friends?" Kirk's whispers were low and raspy, his mouth hanging open slightly as you arched your back against his chest, and your ass rubbing against the very prominent bulge in his pants.

"Kirk, baby, they're gonna know--" Kirk cut you off with a nip to your neck, kissing the marks softly right after. His fingers moved in and out of you slowly, before Kirk removed them completely.

Kirk lifted his hips up and unbuttoned his pants, tugging them and his boxers down as far down as he could without being noticed.

He pulled you back up to sit on him again, his pretty cock nestled perfectly between your lips.

"Feel how hard I am for you, honey? Need to be in this pretty pussy, 'kay? Gotta be quiet f'me. Can you do that?" Kirk muttered, hand reaching around you again to slowly grope at your tits from under your shirt. He pulled and tugged on your nipples, before releasing them and just running his fingers over the swollen buds.

"Kirk, I--" You were cut off by a loud shushing noise from Lars, earning a piece of popcorn being launched at him from James.

"You're literally being louder than them by doing that, you idiot."

While the bickering between James and Lars ensued, Kirk took the chance to lift you up and pull you down onto his cock, letting his head fall back. He bit the insides of his cheeks, and you let out a loud moan. All the heads in the room snapped to look at you, including Kirk's.

"No. No no no no no-- you are not--" Lars jumped up quickly, yelling loudly. James let out a loud cackle, and you just watched in horror as Lars began to yell.

You felt Kirk give a small thrust, just chuckling.

"Dude, I was going to sleep on that bed! I was two fucking feet away from You! Are you still-- Get out of her, dude, at least go somewhere else--!"

Kirk pulled the blanket from the bed, wrapping you in it after he pulled out. Not bothering to fix his pants, he picked you up bridal style, and packed you into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

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This is the first smut I've written in a literal year I am so sorry

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[mustainegf]

Soooo I had an idea about a kirk late 80s smut ...

Where he and the reader go to the cinema and watch a lame horror movie and kirk gets bored so he fingers the reader and when the movie finishes they fuck in the backseat of his car .

How are you guys so good at coming up with this stuff..? This is literally amazing, I hope I did it justice!

The movie flickered our bored faces. Kirk was so excited to see this new movie. It turned out to be another horror wanna-be. Briefly-it sucked.

I could tell Kirk was bummed, he wouldn't stop sighing. He did that pretty often whenever his mood soured.

Suddenly, there was a warmth on my thigh. I glanced down to see Kirk's hand gently squeezing, his thumb rubbing against the fabric of my pants.

The touch made me shiver with heat. I knew he wanted to get handsy. He always did. But even he knew he was pushing it.

I decided to let him do whatever, I knew he would keep it PG. At least I hoped.

I did my best to focus on the movie, but his hand was inching further up, snaking around to my inner thigh.

I gazed over at Kirk, he looked completely calm, watching the movie with a smirk on his pretty lips.

"Kirk." I whispered, afraid we may get caught.

Kirk complied, removing his hand. But just as I turned my gaze back to the screen, his slender hand slipped into my leggings.

"Jesus," I murmured, trying to keep my voice low.

My eyes darted around looking for anyone who may notice what we were doing. We weren't alone in the theater, although most of the seats were empty.

"Stay quiet for me, yeah?" Kirk instructed under his breath. He ghosted his fingers over my panties, applying the softest bit of pressure he could.

He didn't even have to tell me to keep my eyes on the movie. I knew the drill. "Spread your legs." His voice was low and thick. My core tensed at his words. I did what he said, slightly nudging my thighs apart.

He pulled my panties aside, the cool air hitting my teased heat.

His fingertip slid across my clit, causing me to gasp. "Shhhh," he whispered, his finger tracing my center again. He pushed two fingers inside me, eliciting a whimper from me.

He moved them in and out slowly, rubbing his thumb against my swollen bundle of nerves. A few minutes passed like this, him fucking me with his fingers while the movie played.

"K-kirk..." I breathed, quickly checking to see if anybody could see what he was doing.

He was far too good with his fingers, I had to fight not to moan out loud. His fingers were perfect, continuously curling at the exact right moment.

"Good job..." he watched my face tense and try to stay calm and keep my composure.

I could hardly take it, he knew exactly how to hit every spot.

"Kirk, stop," I turned to him, my breath labored.

Kirk pulled his fingers out of me, resting his hand as he looked at me. "What's wrong baby?" He asked softly.

"Can we go to the car?" I asked hastily.

He nodded, quickly pulling his hand from under my leggings, gathering up all of his things before standing up. Just as I stood up, kirk leaned to whisper in my ear. "I'm gonna ruin you," he snickered darkly, sucking off his fingers that were once inside me.

Kirk shut the door to the backseat of his car, my legs wrapping around him with need.

Kirk started kissing me, starting on my neck then moving to my mouth. His tongue entered my mouth, the taste of his saliva mixed with mine. Our tongues tangled together, exploring each other.

I reached between us, unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down his legs. I took his hard cock in my hand, stroking it up and down. I couldn't help but look at him. "Mh-" he groaned loudly at the sudden feeling, his head falling back.

He pulled my top up and off, kissing me hungrily as he trailed his way down my body, licking and kissing every inch of skin he could.

Kirk slid my panties to the side, replacing my hand on his cock with his own. I whined, wrapping my arms around his neck and melting into him.

"Lie back, Angel," he whispered huskily. My chest pressed to his as I sat on him, my head falling in the crook of his neck.

"Please put it in kirk," I whispered, my vision blurred by his curly hair.

"Hold still, pretty," he groaned, gripping my hip and pushing me down onto his erection. "Fuck!" I cried, stretching to accommodate his size.

He thrust forward, filling me completely. His lips brushed against my neck, his breathing heavy. Kirk held me there for a second, letting me adjust.

"You're so fucking tight for me," he groaned. He smiled down at me, flashing his adorable crooked teeth. He was such a cutie.

Sometimes it was hard to believe how he could get during sex based on his outside appearance.

Kirk began to wriggle his hips, filling me over and over.

“Mmh.. oh Kirk.." I whined, softly tugging his hair.

I imagined when he fingered me in the theater, how easily we could ve been caught, how good it felt to take that risk.

The car was bouncing slightly as Kirk bucked his hips upward, the windows beginning to fog.

"That's it," he murmured. I had to admit, this was far better than the shitty vampire movie we had once been watching.

"Talk to me, baby. I wanna hear that pretty voice." Kirk heaved.

I turned my head to the side, catching sight of our reflection in the window. Kirk looked so damn good. So handsome.

"Don't make me say it again," Kirk continued, his voice desperate and lustful.

"It's so-oh, so good!" I threw my head back with a groan. "I'm yours.." I huffed softly.

His thrusts quickened, I wouldn't be surprised if he'd bruised my insides. Kirk's mouth found its way to my breasts, sucking blooming purple marks.

He didn't stop, marking my chest with nips and love marks, kissing each hickey.

Whimpers spilled from his pinkish lips, I knew he was close.

It wasn't much longer until I came, both of us about to lose control. "Fuck, come on... come on..." he grunted, nearly blacking out with need.

"Yes! Yes!" he yelled as he released himself inside of me. His cum filled me, shooting deep inside my core. I clenched around him, squeezing him tighter. "So perfect," he sighed as he slowly withdrew from me.

I tried not to let my body give in, knowing I needed to pull myself together. Kirk looked down at me, his eyes passionate. He ran his knuckles along my jaw, caressing my cheeks gently. "God, you are so perfect..."

he said tenderly. I relaxed in his arms, cuddling to his warm chest. A small part of me wanted to just stay there forever, never going home.

Kirk chuckled softly, pushing a few stray curls out of his face. "Look what you've done to me," I giggled, peering down at my reddened and bruised chest and breasts.

Kirk laughed, running his fingers over his love bites. "They suit you," he raised his brows, flashing that dorky smile that I loved so much.

"And they'll be gone in a few days," he continued.

"Then I'll give you more," he giggled, giving me a quick peck.

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[aestas666]

The Interview [K. Hammett]

pairings: kirk hammett/female! reader

warning/s: smut, inappropriate language. MINORS DNI

-request via message of the reader interviewing kirk! (REQUESTS OPEN)

5:00 AM

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

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

METALLICA

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“(Y/N)”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I look like a groupie?” 

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

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

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

“God I would.” 

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

“Huh?”

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

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

“What place do you want to visit most?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me. Do you want this?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you ready?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll think about it.”

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[ilongfor-the-arts]

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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[njpuckbunny]

Heyy! Could you please do some friends to lovers (smut) with Kirk? Like, mutual pinning but they’re both idiots so the band helps them get together (sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language)

Cuz That’s What Friends Do, Right?

Kirk Hammett x AFAB!Reader (y/n)

a/n: I LITERALLY LOVE U SO MUCH FOR THIS PLEASE THIS IS MY FAV REQUEST EVER. I HOPE U ENJOY IT <33

warnings: mutual pining, p in v, unprotected sex, greasy kirk era , sir kink, dominant!kirk, sub!reader, afab reader, smut, and metallica being a matchmaker

holy shit.

“I have some big news guys,” you began, ready for your band's input on this news, “we’re gonna be opening for Metallica for their new tour.”

A mix of anxious and happy remarks filled the room from the rest of your band.

Your lead guitarist replied to your information with a slightly rude comment, “is this just because you fuck around with Kirk, or did we actually earn it?”

You were seriously taken aback by her comment but replied quickly, “Me and Kirk are nothing but friends, and I'm sure he mentioned us, but we earned this spot. Pack your bags to meet at the bus station.”

Honestly, you were pretty worried about this. Being an all girl-band with yourself as the bassist and lead singer? It wouldn’t be easy to earn the public’s respect. You had been friends with Kirk ever since you stepped foot into highschool. Kirk was off to the side and calm, while you were anxious and trying to leave as soon as possible. You claim it as fate, but Kirk always said you were gonna trip in front of him anytime “cuz of his beauty.” Long story short, you were carrying your books to a new class and were looking down at your schedule when you bumped into Kirk. He helped you pick up your books and you exchanged family phone numbers. You couldn’t count the times when you told your older sister to get off of the phone trying to call her favorite rockstars phony numbers. You and Kirk called hours and hours on end and you honestly just felt like he was your better half.

So when he joined Exodus, you were more than happy to cheer him on to pursue his dreams. You both promised that whoever got more famous first, the other had to open for their band.

Right after Kirk was chosen for Metallica, you started your own band R.O.P.E. You could’ve sworn it stood for something, but you were too high to remember.

But now that you were touring with Metallica? You didn’t know if you could hide it for any longer…. yea about that. Ever since sophomore year started, you had developed a massive crush on Kirk. It wasn’t like it was obvious… was it?

Definitely not. And it didn’t matter cuz he didn’t like you back. End. Of. Story.

But tonight might change how you saw him, maybe you just see him as a friend now. Right?

WRONG

The moment you stepped onto the bus and saw his smile. Ugh, You melted. And it doesn’t mean just inside, you blushed, flushed, you could’ve sworn you developed a fever right there and melted into a puddle of nothing on the ground.

You heard whistling, and your name, and your name again,

“Hey! y/n,” it was kirk, motioning you over to the back of the bus. His leg was over an empty seat, saving it for you, just like he did on the bus home.

Yes. You guys took the same bus. Dumbass Kirk would get off at your house some days (literally everyday) and listen to cds and cassettes with you all evening because he didn’t want to go home.

Sometimes he would fall asleep with you on your bed and you’d wake up with your limbs entangled and Kirk sleeping as heavy as he could.

cuz that’s what friends do? Right?

After what felt like an hour of admiring his features, you moved your way back to the back of the bus and talked with Kirk.

You couldn’t help but notice the way your legs bounced oh so close together. You wanted your legs wrapped around his waist as he—-

“y/n?” “hello??” Kirk exclaimed as he clapped in front of your face.

“Sorry,” you sputtered, “I'm really nervous about tonight.”

He sincerely put his palm over your knee and comfortingly spoke, “you’ve got nothin’ to worry about sweetheart, you’re gonna kill it.”

You muttered a thanks and Kirk gave you a grin, god he was going to be the death of you. To combat your love for Kirk and nerves for the show, you decided to take a nap.

When you awoke, it was basically time for you and your band to get ready for the opening act. You dressed in your signature style and made sure that your instrument matched your clothes. As you turned to check if everything was in place you saw the scar that lined your bicep. When you were at highschool prom, waiting for your ride home, some jerk on the side of the road “accidentally” sliced you with a pocket knife. Just as you were about to fight back, Kirk rode up in his mom’s car and punched the guy right in the face. That was your first scar, and Kirks’ first punch. (that he gave).

In the time you were reminiscing, the time you had to check yourself was up and your band was ready to play the opening act.

As you stepped out onto the stage, you were quickly blinded by the lights and tried to blink away the blots to see the crowd. The microphone feedback whined as you approached it. You spoke loudly into it as you addressed the crowd to play your first song.

time skip to after the opening act!

You hopped off the stage and gave Kirk a pat on the back as he hugged you and told you what an amazing job you did. You thanked him and wished him is own luck before he stopped you.

“y/n I—“ but he was interrupted by the que that he should get on stage, so he just yelled as he was pushed onto the stage, “see me after the show!”

what the fuck?

And Metallica's show? Fucking Outrageous.

The way that Kirk’s fingers slid up and down on the frets as he played the solos and the way his pants rode up his form as he rutted against the guitar.

Your whole mind was flooded with unholy thoughts as the show went on.

You traveled back to the living room behind the stage as you waited for everyone to get off stage. As they piled into the room you individually congratulated all of them for the amazing performance. Until your eyes landed on Kirk….. oh fuckkkk.

You could’ve sworn that your whole body shut down right then and there. Like, how the fuck did he look so hot after playing the most tiring set??? It was seriously bothering you.

James spoke through the thick fog of tension first, “okay, Lars, Cliff, and I are gonna go wash up, see y’all later.”

You heard a click come from outside the door that was previously closed by James, accompanied with outside chuckles.

“What the fuck,” you started, “did they lock us in here?”

Kirk pulled on the door handle and pounded on the door. He nodded and scoffed to himself.

You spoke at the same time,

“Kirk—“

“Y/N—-“

You quickly apologized and let Kirk speak first.

It all came out in one fast blur from his mouth, “Y/n, before the show I wanted to tell you everything you meant to me and I didn’t think you felt like same until James locked—-“

You shut him up by pushing him up against the nearest wall and pressing your lips to his.

“Shut up—“ your remarks got cut off by Kirk picking you up and setting you down on the couch that was pressed against the furthest wall of the room.

He spoke through the silence, “tell me what you want.”

“Please touch me“

“Please what?”

“Sir.”

He nodded in agreement as his fingers trailed down your waist while he got on his knees. He pulled down your pants and threw them across the room while he took off his shirt. He grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders as he looked up at you from your cunt. Agonizingly slow, he placed a finger on your clit, and inserted his tongue into you.

You whined, “kirk— please”

“shhh sweetheart i’ll take care of you.”

sweetheart.

His finger began making circles as his tongue lapped your juices. Your fingers entangled his curls as he worked you up to your climax.

“Kirk I’m gonna—-“

“No,” He pulled off of you and flipped you onto your stomach while taking off his pants and your shirt.

You pleaded again, but he spoke over, “you’ll cum when I tell you to.”

Breaking the dominance he asked you for your comfort, “Do you want this?”

You replied faster than he finished talking, “yes. sir.”

“Good.”

He inserted his cock deep into your cunt, already slick from him eating you out. His thrusts were hard and snapping onto your ass. He grabbed a fistful of your hair as your back arched upon his cock. The new angle was letting him bottom out, only making you feel higher to your climax.

You began to beg, “please sir. I wanna come , so bad. Please.”

“Okay, ready sweetheart,” Kirk answered.

You mumbled an mhm and you both let yourselves go as he fucked out his climax and his thrusts became sloppy. You both panted on the large couch you laid on, smiling at each other.

Kirk broke the silence first, “I love you, that’s what I was going to say before the show.”

He looked at you with puppy eyes and you responded, “I love you too,” as you kissed him on the lips again.

A few moments when by of you two gathering the moments happiness before you heard a knock and James speak, “It’s about time you two fucked.”

#kirk hammett x you #kirk hammett #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett smut #metallica #metallica imagines #rock star #metal #metal head #metal imagine

[thecitysgraveyard]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you shifted and pulled up your skirt, revealing your panties

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

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

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

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

<3

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[w0niecult]

this photo does things to me.. 🤭

This era in general😫🫶🫶

He’s just so goddamn fine😔✋

#bambi’s loves ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ #idioticsimpp #metallica #Kirk Hammett #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett smut #kirk hammett x you #kirk hammett fluff #Kirk Hammett x woc!reader #Kirk Hammett x asian!reader #he’s so #<3<3<3

[clydethesnake]

could you write a angst for Kirk Hammett? it can be anything I just need some hurt rn 🤞🏻😔

Promises

Kirk Hammett x Reader

warnings: angst, cheating, crying

word count: 1k

summary: Kirk made a promise that he failed to keep.

A/N: ofc bbg thanks so much for sending in a request. Sorry if it's shit I wrote it in an hour.

The ring on your finger suddenly felt heavy as you looked into his remorseful eyes, a stark contrast to the green ones boring into you from behind his boxer-clad body.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered so timidly, you thought you had imagined it over deafening screams of the roaring crowd outside.

Your nostrils flared, a red hot anger coursing through your veins at the abhorred sight, as well as an overwhelming urge to slap him across his pouting face. You knew you were crying; the look your boyfriend was giving you was proof enough.

“No.”

His face fell even more - if possible. Glistening lines on his face shined in the bright light of his dressing room, his frown deepening with worry. His bare chest rose and fell with vigour, an unsettling feeling set deep in his stomach; this was never meant to happen.

But as he stared at your watery eyes he knew what the outcome of this conversation was going to be. 

And still, he begged. He pleaded, “Please, I’m sorry.” He attempted to keep a steady voice, though he knew he failed. 

“No Kirk! I trusted you!” It was your turn to keep your voice steady, but with every word and every wince on his face, the more sadness took over you. 

Kirk came closer to you, the woman still lying naked on the couch tossed aside as he watched his soon-to-be-wed girlfriend back away from him as if he were a complete stranger. He knew he shouldn’t have done it - the moment she came onto him he knew he had made a mistake, and yet he carried on. 

“I’m sorry! She means nothing to me!” The woman behind him scoffed, contradicting his words. “I love you.” His voice died down to a whisper once again, and his hand reached out toward yours.

His fingers only managed to brush the tips of yours before you were ripping your hand away. “Stop fucking lying!” Your voice came out harsh and rushed in anger. “I can’t take this anymore, Kirk! The constant lying, partying, drinking, it’s just too much. And this has pushed me over the edge.” You were breathing heavily, eyes focusing on the ceiling light above you.

“Please! We can work through this, please don’t leave!” His pleading eyes met yours as you looked at him; his hair dishevelled and skin covered in a light layer of swear. Normally you’d think he’s beautiful like this, but you immediately shook those kinds of thoughts from your head. “You don’t need to do this!” 

“Stop making this so hard for me.” Your voice was almost a whimper, breathy, a beg for him to stop.

“You don’t have to leave, y/n.” He seemed to have caught his breath, a glimmer of hope lighting up in his eyes. “I love you.” He claimed once again.

“Stop lying to me!” You clenched your eyes together, refusing to look at him. You always knew this would be a possibility. For him to leave on tour and forget about you with someone else, but he always assured you it would never happen; that you were the only one he had eyes for. How foolish you were for believing him.

“I love you.” He whispered into your hair. 

“I love you too.” You replied, turning on your side to face him, giving him a small peck on the corner of his mouth. 

His eyes lit up as he looked up at you, a cute boyish grin tugging at his lips and curly hair covering his eyes as he whispered against your lips, “Turn around, this is my favourite part.” You smiled at his childishness and wiggled back around on the couch just in time to catch Jack look through the pages of his manuscript.

You couldn’t focus, however, a nagging feeling in your stomach as you felt your boyfriend rub circles into your hip, “Kirk?” He hummed in response, “Promise me something?” You looked behind you to meet his eyes.

“Anything.”

You kept eye contact, “Promise me you won’t find anyone else when you leave.” 

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “I would never.” He let out a little chuckle, as if the thought amused him, “You actually worry about that?” He asks, turning serious once again. 

“I dunno, it’s just that I can’t exactly be with you and I’m sure you’ll be surrounded with pretty girls.” The insecurities come out to play as you explain to Kirk, the nagging feeling only becoming deeper as you speak. 

“You have nothing to worry about, I promise.”

You felt numb. The thought alone made you nauseous, but the sight was an even worse feeling. “You promised.” The tears were leaving stains over your cheeks, a salty taste in your mouth every once in a while.

He didn’t have anything to say in response, so he just looked at the ground and nodded. I know.

“So why did you break it!?” You shouted, anger once again taking over. 

“I don’t know, y/n! I’m sorry.” He sobbed. You almost wanted to feel bad for him, but the rage you felt far overpowered your remorse. He didn’t deserve any of it.

Frustrated by the lack of answers, you ripped the silver ring off your finger and stomped towards him. He was still looking at the floor, but saw your shadow and lifted his head to meet your eyes. You picked up his hand and opened his palm flat. Kirk’s heart dropped in his chest as he felt the band being placed into his palm. 

Kirk’s eyes never left yours as he opened his mouth to beg once again, “W-wait y/n. Please, don’t leave me.” His voice was no longer loud, the hope of you staying dissipating rapidly as he watched you start to turn around before grabbing your arm.

“If I don’t leave now I’m just going to regret it later when this happens again.” You rip your arm out of his grip and leave, not looking back at his reaction. It would only hurt you more.

#kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett x you #kirk hammett #metallica #kirk hammett imagine #metallica imagines

[rockstarwolfie]

rizz the lightning

#kirk hammett #metallica #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett x you #metallica x reader #i'm going off the rails on a crazy train ; caz talks

[sanman2022]

Kirk hammett gifs ( gifs not mine )

#metalica #kirk hammett imagine #kirk hammett smut #lars ulrich #kirk hammett #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett x you

[distorted59]

please elaborate on the dracula monster rp you mentioned in your kirk headcanons…PLEASE!!

YES OMG!!!! THANK YOU SM FOR ASKING THIS!!!!

this idea has been FEEDING my vampire kirk brain rot so well, esp those fanarts on insta👹👹 really check out @ fuzzsux on insta CAUSE THE ART IS SO GOOD!!!

anyways..... HERE'S MY IDEA FOR IT (any era works tbh)

Bite me please

summary: Kirk wants to play dracula and he wants you to play his bride...

pairing: '93!kirk x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw/smut, biting, roleplay, use of safe words,

word count: 1158

A/N: i was debating wether to make this really kinky or nah.

you'd always known Kirk's favorite monster were vampires. especially Dracula and it's whole story arc. he's a hopeless romantic with a dark kinky side. which you don't mind at all, of course.

he loves the idea of him being a powerful, mind infiltrating, seductive, blood sucking creature. who would stalk you, love you, claim you, and mark you as his bride.

it would start with him biting your neck for fun, not real harshly or anything. just some playful bites. and you seem to like them. he would get all excited and wanted to ask you right away, because this has been on his mind for a while now.

but, he still sorta backs out. you see he wants to ask you something, so you do it first.

"baby? what's wrong?" you slide your hand over his back. "Something on your mind?"

"yeah, actually." he has a wide smile on his face, which slowly turns into a smirk. "would you be interested in... uhh... roleplay?"

your eyes widen a bit and your breath hitches. you have a puzzled look on your face and let out a short giggle.

"what'd you have in mind?" you grin back.

"what do you think?" he leans down and bites your neck again, harder this time.

"do you want to drain me from my blood, Count Dracula?" you say in a bad, sensual transylvanian accent.

"oh..." Kirk groans and lets out a breathy chuckle against your neck. "i'd like to drain you from something else too."

you moan softly as he places more sloppy kisses on your neck, going up to your jaw and eventually kisses your lips.

"i'll take that as a yes, hm?" his eyes show a dark gaze, you can see the passion and lust in them.

"yes."

⋆♱✮☽🦇☽✮♰⋆

you're walking around the house, wearing some leathery outfit. which Kirk had picked out for you. along with a tight, blood red corset that is hugging your figure.

"so much for classic." you mumble to yourself. the house is dark and to be honest, you feel a little.... scared.

you don't know if it's the excitement bubbling in your lower belly or the actual thought of being haunted by your boyfriend...

"Kirk?" you call out faintly, looking around for him. "are you gonna jump out and attack me or something?" you say jokingly.

"that all depends, my love." Kirk's dark voice whispers to you, you can feel his breath against your neck.

you turn around and he immediately grabs you and slams you against the wall. he starts kissing your neck and leaving a few bites here and there. he moves down and starts biting on your collarbone, he looks up at you through his eyelashes.

he's wearing a ruffled blouse and a pair of black dress pants you've never seen him wear before. His chest glistens through the low cut shirt, a few faint love bites visible.

"color?" he whispers.

"green..." you breathe out.

"I'm going to drain you and make you mine." he growls. then, he drags you by your arm and pulls you into your shared bedroom. he pushes you on the bed and you scramble back against the headboard.

"w-what are you going to do to me?" you try to sound scared and get into your role as the 'victim'.

"look at you, scared little thing." he tuts and crawls over to you. "you're going to be my bride." his eyes shine with passion and power. you actually feel thrilled.

"are you going to hurt me?" you look into his eyes.

"just for a bit, darling." he tugs on the laces of your corset. "i'll make you think of something else."

Kirk nuzzles his face in your neck and drags his nose slowly down your collar bone and towards your breasts.

"you smell so fucking good." he groans.

you can only respond with a moan and your hands make way through his hair.

"hmm, are you ready, my love?" he kisses your jaw.

"please." you nod.

he pulls down your pants along with your panties and he's taking his sweet time with it too. he grins teasingly at you and slowly slides his hands up your legs and thighs.

"Kirk..." you whine.

"gonna mark you, my love"

he pulls down his pants and boxers and pumps his throbbing cock slowly, he slides it between your pussy lips and the both of you moan and shiver with pleasure.

"you're already wet enough for me, love." he decides to pull back and slide his fingers inside of your dripping cunt first. "and i didn't even really touch you yet..."

"k-kirk!" you moan as he stretches you out by adding a second finger. he curls them up and you gasp, letting your head fall back.

"there, all ready for me." he groans and lines himself up with your cunt.

he slides in and starts biting your neck harshly, you let out a moan that's mixed with pain and pleasure. you're positive you'll have a bruised neck with bite marks in the morning.

normally he's quite the one to talk, but he's too busy fucking and sinking his teeth into you. too pussy drunk to function.

Kirk's hips slam against yours, his moans muffled by your skin as yours are the only ones that fills the room. your whines drive him insane and he bites you harder.

"color?" he growls, his sweet intention gives you butterflies. but his cock pumping into you make them flutter away.

"nghh- gr-green!" the biting hurts but you like it. you swear if he keeps going, he might draw blood.

he bites different spots and sucks on them too, it drives you fucking insane and pushes you over the edge.

he keeps up a steady rhythm and feels you squeeze around him, he stops biting you and kisses you passionately.

"are you going to cum?" he grins, his lips red from marking you up.

you nod as tears stream down your face, the pleasure becoming too much for you.

"cum for me, my love."

you moan his name as your orgasm washes over you, Kirk keeps pumping into you like a wild dog in rut. he moans and grits his teeth, needing to bite on something.

"use me, bite me." you whine.

he bites down on the other side of your neck and cums inside of you, you can feel it shooting up inside you and he twitches like crazy.

he lets go of your neck and falls on top of you. he takes a few breaths and rolls over on his back, pulling you on top of him.

the two of you lay in each others arms and try to calm down.

"that was fucking amazing." he breathes out. "i love you so much, baby." he kisses your temple.

"was.. so good.." you murmur, feeling absolutely exhausted.

"it was." he grins.

he slides his fingers over the bite marks carefully, and smirks proudly.

you feel yourself drifting off, feeling safe in the arms of your monster-loving boyfriend.

"i want to really taste you next time."

#blood play anyone? #who said that #thanks for the ask! #thank you anon #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett smut #kirk hammett fanfiction #kirk hammett x you #kirk hammett headcanons #my headcanons #kirk hammett imagine #kirk hammett fluff #metallica #fanfiction #fanfic #metallica fanfiction #metallica smut #metallica oneshot #distorted59 #i had no idea where i was going with this

[girlwifteef]

"The Real RomCom" Kirk Hammett x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and your friend dragged you to a lame party that you didn't want to go to and you end up meeting Kirk through that mutual friend. (not my GIF)! @josephquinnlov3r

TW: Alcohol, vomiting, and language.

PT 2

1984-85 Kirk Hammett

"That's the spirit!" Lars exclaimed to you over the blaring sound system in the house. You grabbed a glass and raised it so he could pour the shot. Little did you know that this would be a mistake on your part, since you were a light-weight. You swallowed hard at the double Lars poured for you and himself. Biting back the urge to tell him it was too much, you gulped the harsh brew as he did too.

"Whoo! That hit the spot!" The drummer yelled into the air slamming his hand onto the table.

"Fuck." You grunted, wishing you hadn't spoken moments prior to your stomach screaming for medical attention. You set the shot glass down thinking it's over so you can stick to your usual beer of choice.

"Another one for the road, Y/N?" Lars questioned, wiggling his eyebrows at you. God no, you wanted to go back home and get into fluffy pajamas. More than anything, though tonight, you wanted to talk to Kirk without making a fool of yourself.

You shrugged your shoulders, "If it'll loosen me up, why not." He smiled wide and pour another double shot for the both of you. Eying wearily at the liquor in your palm, you slammed it without another thought crossing your mind.

"Whoa." You sighed noticing how the drink went down your throat smoother, soon you'd feel light as a feather.

"Hit's the focking spot right!?" Lars asked.

"Oh yeah." You responded quietly, nodding your head. "You sound European." You giggled out.

"Danish, actually." The drummer corrected you. "You ready to go back upstairs? You seem in a good enough mood."

You hesitated. Of course you knew the alcohol would kick in later but couldn't it help now? What if it didn't? This was exactly the reason why you needed as much alcohol in your system as possible. "Yeah but-", you looked around, "-got any beer?" You asked as politely as possible. Look, you may be on the verge of being drunk but that doesn't mean you should loose your manners, you thought. The drummer smirked and, nodding his head, lead you over the one of the big ice buckets. He popped the the cap off of a bottle and handed it to you.

"How 'bout now?" Lars inquired you. You took a swig and gave him a nod. With a swift motion he put his arm around your shoulder and b-lined for the stairs. In a giggling and stumbling mess, you reached the top of the stairs and was greeted by a worried Beck.

"My god, Y/N! Where the fuck have you been?" She glanced at Lars, who was smiling sheepishly, and back at you. "A-are you drunk?" Beck asked almost daring you to say yes.

"Pshhhh, whaaaaaaat." You hiccupped. It was stupid to think the shots wouldn't work. Even you didn't convince yourself that you were as sober as a baby. Hell, you were drunker than a sailor, what the hell did Lars put in those shots. You had time to answer those later, right now, you were wondering why the beer you were drinking was being taken from your hand. "Hey! The fuck!" You yelled in a drunken rage, kicking yourself immediately at your outburst. Kirk had taken the drink and began scolding his friend.

"Dude, how much fucking alcohol did you manage to give her in a span of twenty minutes?" Kirk yelled at Lars. He was about to defend himself but you interjected, not wanting someone to pay for your mistakes.

"It was my fault!" You could hear the slurring in your words. "I had said 'yes' to a couple of shots and a beer and well, here we are."

"Why, Y/N? You never get this way." Beck sounded disappointed to you. She knew what you were trying to do. You thought the alcohol would suppress your anxiety, which it did, but your organs would pay in the long run.

"That's why I did, Beck. I never get drunk, you aaaaalways get to have the fun. Well maybe I wanna have fun too!" You yelled at your best friend. Lars, not helping the situation, cheered for your independence.

"Shut it, Lars!" Beck yelled, "Kirk can you help her sober up, I need to have a 'chat' with Lars." She stomped over to the drummer and grabbed him by the arm. You gave him a worried look and he audibly gulped. He began to beg Beck for forgiveness. Unfortunately, today your best friend wasn't having it.

"Um, Y/N?" Kirk said trying to getting your attention. You slowly shifted your weight and tilt your head up to look at him, trying to spill the shame you felt for getting this way. "Y/N, do you want to follow me into the kitchen?" He continued, still holding your drink.

"I- uh, s-sure." You tripped on your slurred words, cursing yourself. Thanks for nothing, Jameson, you thought quietly, scolding the Irish whiskey. "Lead the way." You stated fast. Taking a step back, you lost your balance momentarily before Kirk caught you by the hand. He pulled you forward keeping you on your feet as his other arm went firmly around your waste. You gazed up in awe at his kindness, not understanding why you couldn't see an ounce of annoyance on his face. He wasn't even embarrassed, he was worried about your well being.

"S-stay close, ok? Don't want to ruin all the fun tonight, sweetheart." The guitarist stated keeping his hold on you.

"Yeah, for sure." You agreed looking away with embarrassment. He started down the stairs and through the foyer, Kirk walked through double swinging doors. You had seen one or two people walk through but other than that, the kitchen was a desert. "Holy shit!" You gaped. "Why the fuck is this kitchen so huge! So pretty too!" You admired the paint job and cabinets as Kirk chuckled next to you. You felt his shaking figure flush against you, looking up you thought his smile was one that would kill. "Why are you laughing?" You asked starting to join him with little giggles escaping your lips.

"No reason, I just think it makes us look like the rich rich class." Kirk said laughing through his statement.

Your eyes widened at his sentence. "That's what I said to Beck when we first came in! I thought she was dragging me here to meet a bunch of rich, dumb, snobby people." You both started to laugh harder as Kirk loosed his hold on your waist to get water.

"Well, I hope I don't come off as snobby or dumb." Kirk stated hanging you a glass of tap water.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe you have some snobbiness to share." You teased, "Maybe there's a little bit of scoundrel in you too but you're certainly not dumb!" His face twisted into shock, jokingly taking offence to your accusations; this only made you laugh harder. You jumped to sit on top of the counter still laughing hysterically closing your eyes tight. Peeking an eye open, you catch Kirk staring. Feeling self-conscious, you died down your laughing fit, "What, I didn't choose my laugh." Ducking your head so you couldn't see his face. The guitarist brought a hand up to your chin to tilt your head back up to meet his gaze.

"I think you have one of the most beautiful laughs." He said with the most sincere and quiet, but loud enough to hear, voice.

"Oh, Th-thanks." You pushed out swallowing hard at the nearness of Kirk now than to moments prior.

"I actually wanted to ask you something, Y/N." He said with a hesitant voice, stepping back giving you breathing room. "And you know it's ok to answer truthfully, right?" How ominous. What he about to ask you that was so serious?

"Uh, ok? Shoot." A little on edge but still feeling fuzzy, you let Kirk ask his question.

"Lars didn't-", he stopped and took a breath before continuing, "well, Lars didn't, y'know, pressure you or anything, right? Like he didn't make you drink right?" You really couldn't help the small shocked look on your face at Kirk's kindness. He was worried about a complete stranger being pressured by his friends. Usually you hear about rockstars not caring about fans and how they just want to party all the time. But here was this absolute angle asking if his friend made you drink. Asking you of all people in the huge house if you felt safe, essentially.

Really, you just couldn't help ease your face into a warm and thankful smile. "No, I promise it was all me making the decision to drink." Kirk smiled back at that. "It's kind of funny though," you began to giggle a little bit, "I was planning on being the "designated driver" tonight but that was before I saw-!" You stopped abruptly and covered your mouth. It was like drunken word vomit, the truth was coming out too soon. You had to divert the conversation, now!

You were too shocked to open your mouth again, worried that more word vomit would come up. The guitarist decided to finish your sentence for you. "You saw an ex right? That's why you have your anxiety." You were surprised at how real that sounded, it really could have been the truth. In this case, it was going to be the truth tonight. You nodded you head slowly and saw his face drop into a sincere regretful look. "Man, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up old memories, you should finish your water."

You interjected, "No, no, it's really ok. I just have a certain way of dealing with shit, y'know?" This was true to the lie and the actual truth, you thought. Kirk nodded and you began to gulp down the water like he suggested. You didn't realize how thirty alcohol can make you. Afterall, you've only been drunk a few times in your life. You were about to be reminded why you don't drink this very moment as you gave the cup back to him to refill it.

You hiccupped. "Um, Kirk. where's the bathroom?" You tried to ask sounding calm in your mind but it came out a little troubled. Unfortunately for you, his back was turned.

"What did you said, Y/N?"

"KIRK, WHERE IS THE BATHROOM!" You yelled impatiently.

"Oh shit, here I'll take you."

The guitarist helped you off of the counter and gently took your hand. He weaved through the crowd while you kept your hand in his and one over you mouth. The still blaring music wasn't helping your situation and neither was the light hand holding you were having with your celerity crush. Finally, you both push past the sweaty bodies and make it to a guest bathroom. You drop to your knees and hovered over the toilet. Kirk, not wanting to intrude but also wanting to help, stands awkwardly in the closed door way.

"Can you-" you hiccupped, "hold my hair?" You asked almost pleadingly.

"Y-yes, of course!" He dropped next to you and held your clumped hair as you began to spill everything you had ingested tonight, even your dinner that could now be easily identified as spaghetti. After a good two minutes of collecting yourself, you decide to send Kirk to wait outside for you to clean up. You give him a small but sincere thank you for his services and rinse out your mouth. After about five minutes, you come out and to your surprise, he actually stayed put.

"Hey, sweetheart. You feeling better?" Kirk asked tilting his head a little to look at you better.

Your heart skipped a beat at hearing the endearing name. "Yeah, thank you. I-I'm sorry." You apologized, you thought this was the most embarrassing night of your life. Now that the alcohol that you just threw up was out of your system, your social anxiety was back.

"Hey, don't apologize some of us just can't take as much as others. So don't feel embarrassed, actually I was shitting myself talking to you when you first walked in." He admitted.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Kirk Hammett was scared of talking to you! You couldn't really wrap your head around his confession. It's not alien to you that you have very low self-esteem but tonight might change that. "That's actually funny." You said smiling, looking up at him.

He looked at you weirdly, "What'd you mean? I'm not trying to be." You chuckled at that.

"No, no, let me explain." You began.

END OF PART 2

MUAHHAHHAHAH! MASSIVE CLIFF HANGER!!!!

Not really sure when I'll be back but more is to come

Chao~ <3

#kirk hammett #cliff burton #heavy metal #james hetfield #lars ulrich #metallica #x female reader #x reader #x you #kirk hammett x fem!reader #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett x you #kirk x you #sweetheart

[mustainegf]

SUMMARY: Kirk becomes obsessed in the dark allure of a certain groupie who is only interested in his fame. Despite his awareness that she's a perilous presence in his life, Kirk finds himself helplessly consumed by her magnetic and sinister charm. You can actually feel just how sorry he is, that he met Dirty Diana, because she's ruining his life. But she's like a drug and he can't escape, nor quit her.

READ FIRST: this story is obviously based off the song “Dirty Diana” by Michael Jackson. The song is about groupies sooo. I would suggest you listen to it while reading. I left dirty Diana nameless cause I know you guys like insert stuff!!

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, oral female receiving, degradation, praise, public sex

I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was gorgeous.

Dangerous. Viscous. I was obsessed.

Sure she was a groupie, but there was something about her that was just so alluring, so tempting.

She was everything I wasn't supposed to have. And yet I had to have her. She was young, maybe 23, but the way she looked at me made me think she was much older, maybe even more experienced than me.

She knew what she wanted. I could see it in her eyes, every time we locked gazes. She looked at me like she knew me, like we had been together before. It was maddening and exhilarating all at once.

She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and no one could convince me otherwise.

I knew groupies well enough by now, they were attracted to your fame, your money, your status. I knew that all she was interested in, but that didn't cease my desire.

In fact, it made me want her more. So much more.

I needed her to prove to myself that she wasn't like the others, that she wasn't going to use me. If she was, then I wouldn't care.

I'd make her mine, even just for a night.

I Leaned against the bar top. Her face drifted through the crowd, various hues flashing over her face. I’d been watching her like this for an hour now.

She seemed harmless as she talked to those around her, laughed with them, drank with them. But she teased me with her gaze every once in a while. She watched me. I watched her.

Her gaze out of greed, mine of lust.

Her toxicity was addictive.

Her beauty lethal.

She was my poison, and I wanted to consume her.

Suddenly, she was no longer among the sea of people surrounding me. I scanned the area, searching for her. As if she sensed my search, a warm hand grazed my shoulder.

My breath caught in my throat. "Hey there, rockstar," she purred into my ear. I turned, meeting her gaze.

She looked poisonous, I begged that she'd inject me with her venom. Claim me as her own.

"Something on your mind Hammett? You've been staring," she jutted her lip out, pouting flirtatiously.

I swallowed thickly, trying to come up with the right words to say to her. "You put on a good show," I remarked, flicking my brows and taking a sip from my drink.

"Speak for yourself,"

she grinned, brushing her fingertips over my cheek before taking a seat next to me.

She set her glass down, peering back over at me.

"You've been following us around quite a bit, what's your deal, sweetheart?" I flirted back. As best I could anyways.

Her brows furrowed in confusion. "My deal?" she asked with a sultry laugh. "You put on a good show." She quoted me from earlier. She was good at this.

I wondered if this was how she lured men in. This whole groupie thing wasn't as innocent as some thought. The more she spoke to me, the more my mind grew fuzzy.

She was getting to me. And damn it, she knew it. I tried my hardest not to let her affect me. To keep my head straight. But she was too beautiful. Too dangerous. How could anyone resist?

She seemed to read my thoughts as she smiled knowingly, taking another gulp from her glass.

"Maybe you can put on a good show for me?" she suggested suggestively. The idea had my cock twitching.

I was so hard, I felt like I would burst if she kept talking like that. I adjusted my jeans quickly.

"Someone's eager," I smirked at her.

The club bustled in the background, yet somehow the only thing I could hear was the echo of her voice.

"Who says I'm interested in anything you could offer?" she challenged me. A sly smile appeared on my lips. "What makes you think I'm offering?" I countered.

She stared at me intently, letting her stare linger for a long moment before she took a swig of her alcohol. "You're love-sick," she said after swallowing, patting my cheek. My cheeks went hot at the contact.

"Get better soon, lover boy." She snickered, walking off with an extra sway to her hips.

I wanted nothing more than to call her back, pull her into the shadows, and have my way with her. I needed her. No, I craved her. Like a drug.

I bolted up from my seat while I still had eyes on her, quickly following the dangerous woman.

My senses were full of lust, desire, and insatiable need for her.

All I could think about was stripping her bare, claiming her body, tasting her mouth. It was all I ever wanted. I couldn't get her out of my head. All I wanted was her.

I eventually made my way close enough to tug at her arm, dragging her back the opposite direction.

Did I want to hook up in the club bathroom? No, not exactly. But it was either that, or to keep watching her. My need was spilling over.

I wanted to feel her skin. Taste her lips. Feel her hands on me. "Change your mind lover boy?" she giggled, but didn't fight me.

In fact, she seemed pleased with herself. I wasn't going to think twice about this. There was something different about her. Something dangerous. She was bad news, but the way she was looking at me...

"Call me that again and you won't be getting what you want." I snarled, my sharp gaze stabbing at her own, fighting for dominance.

I pulled her through crowds of people, people I couldn't care less for right now. Eventually, we were just outside the bathroom doors.

I shoved it open, bringing her down the tiny hall before we were finally alone. Nobody else was in here. Thank god. Even if it was packed, that still wouldn't stop me from fucking her.

I want to go too far.

Way too far. My need for her was overpowering, my heart racing.

She was the most intoxicating drug I had ever experienced. I turned to face her, pinning her to the wall. Her dark eyes were wide and dilated, showing me her interest. I needed to make this good.

My lips wasted no time in finding hers, working at her as I peeled her promiscuous shirt off of her figure.

I reached around, undoing her bra clasp with one hand, while my other roamed her lower half, popping the button of her shorts and sliding them down her hips.

She bit my lip in response, grinding against me.

God, I loved how much she liked me. She liked that I was in a metal band, and that was it. But that didn't matter right now. I used my thumbs to push her panties down until they pooled at her feet. She kicked them away, and then, I could feast on her.

I swiftly lifted her up, spinning her around to set her down on the sink counter.

I took a step back to admire her as she spread her legs for me. She was perfect. All I wanted was her.

The only way I knew how to handle this was to get my hands on her.

"Make some noise, don't want us getting caught," I instructed her, leaning my face in between her thighs.

She moaned. And I smiled. This would do nicely. I didn't hesitate, diving in for what I really wanted.

My tongue flicked against her clit, and she gasped, clutching onto the counter, moaning loudly.

I didn't even look up to see if anyone was coming. I didn't care. All I cared about was my taste buds dancing on her delicate flower. She gripped the counter tightly, whimpering louder than I expected.

I savored the taste of her, wanting to remember it later.

"Not so confident now are we?" I taunted, nipping at her slightly, earning a twitch.

"Come on, speak up, missy," I glared up at her.

I had my hands on her thighs, and I was working my tongue like a pro. "You have a voice, use it!" I growled.

"Fuck me like you mean it. She snapped back.

I pulled my face from in between her legs, watching her with a look that might as well have been lethal. "You'll take what I give you, groupie."

She had no idea who she was dealing with. I wasn't a man you toyed with. I stood from my crouched position, forcing her to straddle my hips while still sitting propped up on the counter.

I palmed myself, letting her feel just how hard she had made me. I grabbed her hips, flipping her around until she was facing the mirror behind her.

Her ass was on full display for me as she bent over the counter.

I couldn't help but grin. God, she was perfect.

Perfect. A little too perfect. I hurried to pull my jeans down, my boxers following. My dick finally sprang free of its confines, just begging, throbbing with the need to be inside her and her only. I wrapped my arms around her waist, not being gentle as I pushed my cock deep inside her.

"Kirk!" She cried out, her head flinging forward.

"That's right, say it," I grunted, still feeling her velvety walls coating every vein on my cock.

I toyed with her clit as I began thrusting into her, forcing obscene sounds from her lips.

"Say it," I ordered again, my hands tightening around her waist. She let out a harsh scream, making me groan.

I let go, pumping into her harder, deeper, more rough. I wanted to pound into her until she felt me in every bone of her body. She fell forward onto the counter, slamming against it.

Her back arched, her body trembling from my brutal fuck. "Yes, Kirk! Yes! More!" She cried, pushing back against me. I slammed my cock deep into her again. "There you go, there's the girl I knew out there," I snickered.

Her nails dug into my skin, leaving a mark. I knew where those nails went each time she was alone. I knew what they would feel like as they dragged over my sensitive flesh. I let out an angry growl.

Not yet. "Oh, god." Her words broke me. I lost all control, falling onto the counter behind her. I fucked her hard, fast, and unapologetically. Our skin slapped together. Sweat dripped off of both our bodies.

We were a mess. Every surface of this bathroom was a mess. Everything. But I didn't care. All I could focus on was her moaning, crying, and screaming my name. It was music to my ears.

"Are you gonna cum already? You really are a slut huh?" I teased, making sure to graze her g spot a little longer.

I loved feeling her come undone under my touch. I felt powerful. Like nothing else mattered. If only that were true.

"God, Kirk!" She gasped. "Yes. I'm going to cum!"

"Good. You better not hold back with me. I'm tired of your cheap little tricks. Do it. Now." She came undone under me, bucking and shuddering around me. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Her words cut through me. I didn't think it was possible, but I got even harder.

I pumped faster, harder, letting the power of her muscular walls send me spiraling. "Yessss!" She screamed, wrenching my heart out.

I was seconds away from release. "On your knees, now!" I hurried her, pulling out and stroking myself.

She immediately spun around, her knees hurting the floor as her mouth fell open.

I set the tip of my length on her tongue allowing myself to finally cum.

I erupted, spilling my seed down her throat.

"Swallow it, You fucking slut." I barked out. The words barely left my lips before she was complying. She swallowed everything I gave her, and then some.

"Good girl," I cooed, grinning down at the helpless girl. Her snarky facade had been lifted, at least for now.

"Such a good little thing," I shook my head with a scoff, watching her swallow the last of me.

I admired her smeared beauty. Her makeup just slightly smudged, her hair rustled from the sex.

And her eyes, evil. I knew what I was getting into doing this.

She licked my sensitive tip a few times before standing up to meet my gaze.

She looked like she could eat me alive, stalk, haunt, possess me.

I'd be her victim. It didn't matter.

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[ilongfor-the-arts]

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!

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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