#Metallica imagines

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

THIS BLOG IS 😍🫣😊😳

can we please get James (modern or 10s) x younger reader? They are arguing and she goes “don’t tell me what to do you’re not my father” and he goes “I’m not your father, but I’m your daddy” and completely breaks her in bed??? Like she came so many times last night that in the morning she can’t feel her legs and her whole body aches and he brings her coffee to bed and asking if she learned how to behave???

I’m such a whore for him 🤤🫣😳

Warnings: smut, use of toys, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral sex (m receiving), daddy kink, angst, age gap, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

All you wanted was to go on a little trip with some of your friends, James asked if he could go and you said no because it was supposed to just be you and your friends.

After that he got all upset over it, saying he wasn’t paying for shit. He liked paying for you, spoiling you, it didn’t often cross his mind that you made your own money and had some to set aside to pay for yourself.

He just wanted to be with you and didn’t see why it was such a big deal that he’d be coming along, your friends liked him well enough, didn’t they?

Sure, James was a few years -or decades- older than you, but you loved him and he loved you more than anything! Why wouldn’t they see that?

“Oh, they’d love it if I just paid for it though, huh?” He said, arms crossed over his chest as he sat on the couch, refusing to look at you and instead glaring bullet holes into the TV.

You groaned loudly, rolling your eyes. “No! They don’t want you to pay for anything! You can’t just buy people off!” He chewed his cheek at that remark. “They just want to spend time with me!”

“And they can’t do that with me there?” You threw a pillow at him, knocking him in the head and he finally turned to look at you.

“I don’t need you there because you’re not my fucking dad!” You could see something swirling in his eyes, something more than anger or frustration.

James stood up slowly and made his way over to you in a few determined strides. He pointed a finger to you, pushing on your chest as he towered over you. “I might not be your dad but you know damn well I’m your fucking daddy.” You swallowed thickly, already feeling yourself getting wet as his blue eyes bore into you.

He lifted you up and tossed you over his shoulder effortlessly, giving your ass a firm smack. You bit down on your lip, refusing to make a sound. The fight wasn’t over, just on pause -if that’s what James wanted.

As he carried you he pulled off your clothes, dragging your jeans down your thighs along with your panties so he had free access to your needy cunt, easily taking two of his fingers already. He wasn’t going easy on you, fingers moving faster, only pulling out to smack your ass every few seconds because you were squirming too much.

He tossed you onto the bed, mind already fuzzy and a knot already building in your gut. He stared down at you a moment, thinking about how to punish you.

“C’mere.” He said, patting the edge of the bed. You crawled down and flipped over onto your back, looking up at him eagerly.

He went to the dresser and opened a drawer, pulling out a massage wand. He smiled as he brought it over to you and used your pants to hold it up right against your clit, a makeshift torture device when he hit the button and it started whirring against your bundle of nerves.

You were a whining mess in minutes, James hovering over you, pinching and flicking your perky nipples. You couldn’t take it much longer, already feeling the knot coming undone, James just smiled down at you as you twitched and squirmed against the toy. “Jamie! Jamie, m’so close, I can’t-can’t-!”

“Can’t cum without daddy.” He finished for you. “you can have your vacation but you know it won’t be the same without me, sweetheart.” You whined loudly, eyes rolling back as you came. He didn’t touch the toy, letting it continue and overstimulate you.

He got up and undid his jeans, pulling them down enough for his hard cock to hit you in the face. A wicked grin came to his face as he tapped your with his leaky tip, smearing pre-cum over your cheeks before pushing past your lips.

You gagged around him, borderline choking on his length as he thrusted mercilessly down your throat, groaning at the sensation. You could feel yourself being pushed closer to the edge again, tears brimming your eyes from it all.

You held the sheets in a death grip, struggling to stay still for him as another wave of pleasure washed over you.

The vibrator was starting to hurt, constant buzzing between your legs bringing more out of you, with every high they just came quicker and harder, tears now streaming down your cheeks.

James was still using your mouth like a fleshlight, not caring if you were crying or in pain. He saw the drool dribbling over your jaw, mixing with his pre. He was twitching down your throat, pulsing before he finally came with a few loud groans, his head falling back in ecstasy.

He pulled out of you. You coughed, a few sobs ripping from your throat. “Please!” You cried, voice hoarse, it hurt to say anything. “Make it stop, make it stop!” James smiled down at you, wiping tears from your eyes.

“Aw, my poor baby hurts?” He asked in a mocking tone. “Needs daddy to make her feel better?”

You nodded. “Please, daddy, please! It-it hurts, it hurts, daddy!” He moved to sit on the bed, finally turning the toy off and taking it away from you.

He helped you out of your clothes, they were sticking uncomfortably to your sweaty skin, body twitching, aching and shuddering at every feather light touch. James didn’t care, he had his plans and seeing how you were reacting to his gentleness in the moment only got him more excited for when he got to be rough again.

Your chest rose and fell hard, heaving as you continued to cry, unable to stop the sobs slipping past your lips. James got up and started taking off his own clothes, pulling his shirt over his head and revealing the pudge of his stomach, pudge he always seemed self-conscious of but you loved. You loved laying your head on his stomach, or grinding down on it like a pillow, but it was better because it was James guiding your hips, moving you farther down until you were riding his dick and throwing your head back.

He dropped his jeans completely along with his boxers and crawled back onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you and flipping you around so your head was on the pillows and he was hovering over you again, pinning you down.

“How are you, darling?” He asked, leaning down to kiss you. “Feeling alright? S’not too much?” He was concerned for your well-being, but if he kept asking it would ruin the whole mood, he’d ask you sporadically to make sure you were still enjoying it, he’d listen if you told him to stop and he needed you to know that.

You sniffled and nodded. “M’good.” You said simply.

“Good.” He said, kissing you again. “Because you need to learn a lesson, don’t you?” He asked, not waiting for a response before he pushed into you, wasting no time as he pistoned his hips into yours just as he had done with your mouth.

Your moans and cries bounced off the walls, back arching as you came again, let’s shaking on either side of him. His words echoed through your mind as he grunted in your ears, nothing but degrading comments, “you dumb fucking slut, you fucking love this, don’t you? Love being used by daddy, love being fucked stupid, you’ve got nothing going through that thick fucking skull of yours, got nothing but daddy, huh?” And all you could do was agree.

The room was dark, curtains pulled over the windows to block the light from coming through. Everywhere was a dull ache and you couldn’t move your legs no matter how hard you tried, not that you were really trying.

You weren’t lying in yours and James’s bed, he carried you to a guest room because there was no way he was letting you sleep in that fill, sheets soaked and stained. He tossed them in the washer when he woke up but he didn’t think it would do much and already had a garbage bag ready for them, planning to get another set later that day.

The door creaked open and he came in with a tray of food, smiling when he saw you were awake. “Morning, darling, sleep good?” He asked as he sat down beside you, setting the tray on your lap after helping you to sit up.

You nodded, looking over the selection of a yogurt bowl, granola and fruits mixed in it, a cup of coffee just the way you like it on side, a banana cut up in a bowl drizzled with chocolate. “Slept good.” You said, voice raw.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, he wrapped his arm around you and held you tighter to his side. “I’m glad, sweetheart, ‘cause that’s how I’m gonna get you to sleep every night until you leave.”

You looked up at him. “Jamie, you can’t do that, I won’t be able to move.”

He smiled proudly down at you. “Well, I suppose I could be more reasonable, if you let me come with you.” He leaned down closer to you, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “I just want to fuck you in our hotel room, on the balcony, take you somewhere pretty off tour.”

It took a lot of convincing for your friends to let you bring him along, they didn’t like him and they didn’t like that he was this protective of you. They didn’t like how much older he was than you, they didn’t like anything about this situation and it was evident. Every day of your trip you were seeing more and more how your friends were pushing away from you, it hurt but James was there every night to comfort you.

He was ruining you, in a few ways, but he made it better. At least, he made it seem that way.

[reincarnationoftheparty]

Give em the ole razzle dazzle

[ghostbustting]

hey. *sneaks in a quick Kirk fic*

╰┈➤“𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮

𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻„ ๋࣭

Kirk Hammett x Reader

Contains Smut and slight Somnophilia

I could hear birds chirping outside, a melody that usually greets me in the morning. My face scrunches up as I feel a sense of heat on my face, coming from the rays of morning sunlight that sneakily peeks through my curtains, blinding my vision as my eyes slowly flutter open.

Although my eyelids were finally lifted, my vision was still blurry and my mind wasn’t completely awake.

I could barely even remember what had happened last night, all I remember was coming back from the bar, half drunk, with Kirk, then passing out on our comfortable bed with him cuddled in my arms, tiredness was all that we feel.

The awaken state I’m in slowly gets to me as I begin to rub my eyes, trying to see the morning much more clearly, a small yawn leaving my lips.

Somehow, with that yawn, came another noise right after it. A small whimper from the back of my throat that I wasn’t conscious enough to let out on purpose.

Only then did I feel something warm and wet rubbing against my panties down there under the sheets that cover up all of my body. It took me awhile to get fully conscious to feel the ticklish hair against my thighs, or more specifically, between my thighs.

Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion, I throw the sheets off my body and find long locks of curly black hair between my thighs, a pair of pretty dark brown eyes looking up at me, tongue out and pressed against my clothed pussy.

My eyes widened, ”Kirk..? God, it’s 6 in the morning..” I grunted, rubbing my eyes as I sit up, only for my thighs to be held back by Kirk, him pulling me back down on the bed.

”5 in the morning, actually.” He corrected me with that crooked teethed grin.

I roll my eyes and try to grab his hands, to which he swatted mine away and huff, “C’monn! You don’t even have to do anything! Just— Just sit and be pretty. Pleasee?” He lay his head on my right thigh, lips slightly puckering out to press a peck on my skin.

Those dark brown eyes of his were staring up at me in the most precious way. His intentions were dirty, but the way he looked was way too cute to reject him.

After all, he had already make me wet in my sleep, my panties soaked with a mix of his saliva and my own juices.

But even if I try to mask it, he knew I was way too weak for him.

I rolled my eyes with a long sigh, "Fine."

Not even in a second, he quickly ripped my panties away from my once covered pussy, making me yelp in surprise and annoyance. "Shh. Just a panties." He shushed me.

Then, he proceeds to attach his lips onto my folds, tongue darting out to lap on my pussy like a hungry animal, sucking on me like I was a droplet of water he found in the middle of a desert.

I gasp and reach down to grab onto his hair, my fingers clutching onto those curly locks of his, pulling them every now and then while his lips makes out with my slick pussy.

His mouth went to my clit, sucking harshly on it. The sensation made me moaned and arch my back, the tug my fingers did on his hair made him grunt against my heat, the sound vibrating up into me.

"S-shit.." I whimpered out, desperately pushing his mouth against my pussy even more, my hips slowly grinding against his face while his tongue darts out yet again.

My legs were shaking, I cannot even utter out a word through my never ending moans, the only times a word would ever leave my lips successfully were either a moan of his name or a curse.

Suddenly, I could feel his tongue sliding up and down my folds, entering my hole as slowly as ever. I gasped yet again, my breathing became heavy as my chest rise up and down non stop, his mouth taking all the breath away from me down there.

"Kirk.. fuck fuck.." I mutter out, my legs moving to be placed over his shoulders while he eats me out.

He knew what he was doing too much, cause then I feel his thumb on my clit, rubbing harsh circles on it and encouraging the knot in my stomach to form and tighten.

Both of my eyes rolled to the back of my head, a louder moan leaving my lips. I wish my neighbors and the singing birdies out my windows a lovely morning, while I have my own sinful morning.

"Fuck— Fuck, I'm close.."

Small whines of curses never stopped coming out of me while I was getting more and more closer to my release.

With one last suck of my pussy from him, I moaned loudly while the knot in my stomach snapped, my release came gushing out of me and into Kirk's mouth, him sucking all the juices up desperately.

As I took deep breaths, I look down to see Kirk looking back up at me, that same crooked grin on his face as he licks up the juices left on his lips.

"Tasty. Real tasty. I'd give you a 5 star rating." He nods and press a kiss on my thigh, making me squirm just a little, senstive from my previous release.

I roll my eyes, huffing as I stroke his hair, "You little bastard."

He laughed, causing a small flutter on my stomach. I always loved his laugh, finding it cute. "Hey, gotta get my morning treat, right?" He winked.

"Whatever. Get off me." I scoffed and try to sit up before he yet again push me back down.

He tuts at me and shook his head, "Ah-ah. I'm still thirsty. Dehydration, you know?" He say with a playful tone.

Before I know it, his lips were back on my pussy, already sucking hard and lapping up and down my folds yet again. My breath hitched and as predicted, I can't help but give in to him.

I always give in to him.

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

Metallica Masterlist

⭒ James Hetfield ⭒ Requests (open)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

⭒ Kirk Hammett

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blood Is Pretty (18+) Don't Ya (18+) ˚ (blood fixation, blood sharing, guided masturbation, thigh riding, oral sex, sixty-nine, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

⭒ Jason Newsted

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

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

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

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

⭒ Lars Ulrich

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

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

⭒ Cliff Burton

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

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

[clem900]

100%

[mustainegf]

reader walking in on kirk touching himself to her and you write the rest pookie

Kirk pls call me the kids miss you 🙏🏼

𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 ¹⁹⁸⁸

I had been looking for my favorite pair of panties for a few days. They were this soft lace, a deep burgundy shade if it, and I just adored the way they made me feel. I was going a little crazy since I had no idea where I'd misplaced them.

I was at kirk's house today, just chillin' out like normal for me lately. I'd known him for several years, but we became fast friends a long time ago.

Walking down the hall, I heard a string of strange noises coming from his room, curiosity tends to get me, as I guess we were close, and there wasn't much that could surprise me about Kirk, but these noises are different. In a way, so intimate, longingly in need of something. I crept closer to his slightly cracked door and peeked in, feeling my heart start to hammer.

There he lay, shirtless and squirming in bed, a slight glistening on his body from the heat. His curls fell messily over his shoulders. My eyes widened at the sight in front of me.

He was whimpering softly, his hand clamped around his hard cock, jerking it off like it was life or death. But it was what he held in his other hand that really caught my attention, my missing panties.

That sent a shot of arousal right into my veins. Here he was, jerking off with them. His eyes closed, and he moaned my name. "Ah, oh, please..." he muttered and pleaded, in some attempt at begging. I felt my cheeks go white hot.

Knowing that I should have just turned and given him his privacy, I wasn't able to wrench myself away. I watched, completely mesmerized, as he grew more frantic. His hips bucked, chest heaving. I ached with throbs between my legs as I watched him, just thinking about what he might feel like inside of me, rather than clutched tightly in his hand.

Eventually, he stiffened, thrashing as he begged. His hand gripped his cock even tighter, and suddenly, what felt like thick ropes of cum spilled all over my panties. He moaned my name again.

I took a deep deep breath, pushed the door open, and walked in with a smirk on my face. Kirk's eyes snapped open, and his face turned deep scarlet, his cock still in hand. "I-I didn't know you were! ...I can explain," he stammered, looking utterly mortified.

I walked up to the bed, his eyes meeting mine. "Shush," I said, putting my finger to his lips to make him stop babbling. I looked down at the sticky mess in my panties and then back up at him, smiling. "I watched you jerk off," I told him in my low teasing voice. "And it was so fucking hot.

His eyes widened at my bold admission. "You... you what?" he breathed, doe eyes fixated on me.

I nodded and bit my lower lip. "Yeah... And, you know, you could have just told me. I would've gladly slept with you, Kirk."

He looked at me with those eyes, dark and innocent, but not as innocent with my dripping panties in his hand. "I didn't know how to… I had no idea... I..." he stammered, voice shaking.

So I pushed my face closer, and my lips almost brushed his. "Well, there you go, now you do," I whispered.

I reached out and took the panties from his hand again. Holding them up to him with a naughty grin, I whispered, "But you'll have to get me a new pair." as I winked back at him.

He chuckled, and an almost inaudible sigh released from his shoulders as he nodded to me. "Deal," he giggled, smiling now.

[allmoshnobrain]

write something that involves sweet sex with 80s!James I beg you i luv him so much

i tried making this really sweet!! hope i managed it <3

from the rockstar girlfriend au │requests are open! send yours here

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

james hetfield x reader │ word count: 1,7k

“You’re a needy little thing, huh?” he grinned against your lips, a cocky smirk that made it clear he knew he was the one making you feel that way; needy for him, for his love, for his affection. You grunted. “Told you I missed you,” you replied, as if that explained everything, because it did. He kissed you again, no more words required, slowly unhooking your bra and pulling you closer, your bare breasts pressing against the fabric of his tee. 

✦ on this fic: NSFW!!!, james hefield x female!reader, +18, language, romance, mxf sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming

“Is this alright?” your boyfriend murmured, his voice slightly muffled as he pressed his lips against the soft skin of your neck. His thumb traced slow circles on your thigh as you sat between his legs on the bed. You let out a soft laugh, half giggle, half sigh as his hot breath against your skin gave you goosebumps, your heartbeat quickening in anticipation.

"Way more than alright," you said softly, letting out a small, contented hum as he kissed your neck again, this time giving it a playful nibble. He chuckled softly, pulling you closer with his arms wrapped around your waist. You cupped James' face in your hands, biting your lower lip with a smile as you admired his slightly flushed cheeks and his blue eyes, brimming with a mix of love and amusement. "I missed you."

"Hmm," he mumbled, his lips meeting yours in a slow kiss. You giggled against his lips, tangling your fingers in his hair as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Missed you too."

Being in a relationship with James was pretty smooth sailing, but there was one thing that proved tougher than you'd bargained for: his schedule. With his band's rising fame, every day seemed to bring more chaos. It wasn't like you couldn't handle a few weeks apart here and there, but nothing beat having him back after a tour, his arms a well deserved reward after being apart for so long.

He always seemed to have a knack for knowing what you needed, too; James could read you like a book, and he knew when you wanted him to be rough, when you wanted him to be gentle. This time, all you craved was his love, and of course James could sense that, his lips tracing lazy patterns on your skin as you smiled contentedly.

"Can I take your shirt off?" he husked, one hand already slipping under the fabric to caress your stomach. You nodded, blushing as he peeled the shirt away, his eyes sparkling with mischief when he spotted the black lace bra underneath. He grinned at you. "Nice bra, babe."

"Shut up, James," you muttered, cheeks flushed, and he chuckled.

"I'm just giving credit where it's due!"

"I know, it's just..." You pulled his face closer to yours, pressing your lips to his, and he grumbled, one hand holding your waist firmly while the other fumbled with your bra clasp.

“You’re a needy little thing, huh?” he grinned against your lips, a cocky smirk that made it clear he knew he was the one making you feel that way; needy for him, for his love, for his affection. You grunted.

“Told you I missed you,” you replied, as if that explained everything, because it did. He kissed you again, no more words required, slowly unhooking your bra and pulling you closer, your bare breasts pressing against the fabric of his tee. 

You giggled breathlessly, fingers tangled in his hair as his lips danced with yours, his tongue exploring your mouth leisurely. James hadn’t always been this confident, but after a couple of years together, you could say you both knew exactly what the other liked, and you adored being kissed by him, slow, tender kisses that you knew were just the start of something more.

"Want to get into a comfier position?" he mumbled, planting a few small kisses on your lips. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he effortlessly lifted you, laying you down on the bed. His body hovered over yours as he peppered soft kisses along your jaw, one hand caressing your cheek in the sweetest way.

"Don't you ever get tired of kissing me?" you smiled, tugging at his shirt until he pulled away briefly, taking it off before diving back into kissing you. He nibbled on your lower lip gently as he pressed his body against yours. You sighed contentedly, closing your eyes as you felt his warm skin against yours.

"Why would I?" he grunted, his lips trailing down to your neck as he unbuttoned your pants. "You're so pretty, I don't think I'll ever get tired of it."

"Cut it out," you murmured, a stubborn grin on your lips as he pulled your pants down, revealing your panties, black lace matching your bra, which was discarded somewhere on the room's floor. "You're making me blush."

"I'm just speaking the truth," he said softly, his fingers tracing the outline of your puffy lips through the fabric of your panties. You could feel him getting harder, the bulge in his pants growing more pronounced, sending a pleasant shiver up your spine as you bit your lower lip softly. He pressed his thumb against your clit, and you gasped. "You're the prettiest girl I know."

"Is that why you're all worked up?" you murmured, and he snorted. He gently pulled you by your shoulder, laying you on your side and lying down behind you, his chest pressed against your back. You blushed as you heard the soft sound of his belt being unbuckled, his zipper being pulled down as he removed his pants and underwear. He grabbed your hips, pressing the heat of his arousal against your ass, planting soft kisses on your shoulder.

“You’re one to talk. You’re soaking wet,” you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, his hands pulling down your panties to finish undressing you. He raised his upper body slightly, using one arm for support as he turned your face to kiss your lips again. You moaned, your hand seeking out his cock, and he grunted into your mouth as you found it, swiping your thumb slowly over the tip, using his precum to massage it.

You guided him into you, letting out little sighs of pleasure as James pressed his cock against your entrance, pushing just the head inside before sinking completely into you with a grunt. You closed your eyes, letting out a small moan as your walls clenched around him softly, adjusting to the way he stretched you out as he filled you up.

“Fuck,” James moaned, burying his face in the curve of your neck, and you chuckled breathlessly as he kissed your shoulder softly. “Fuck, babe, you’re so warm… Can I stay like this for a while?”

“Yeah,” you answered, moaning softly when his fingertips found your clit, massaging it in slow circles. 

You closed your eyes, feeling James' lips planting gentle kisses on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Your body instinctively reacted, tightening around him, craving more, the lack of movement only making you wetter and needier. Tilting your head to the side, you met James' lips with your own, the urgency in his kiss igniting a fire within you, his tongue moving against yours amidst soft moans and sighs. He shifted just enough to press himself closer, prompting a sharp moan from you that earned a chuckle from him.

"Damn, you're gorgeous," he murmured, his fingers picking up speed on your clit, making you lift your leg, grinding against his hand. You could feel his hardness inside you, your tightness begging for him to move; you tried to rock your hips, but he quickly grabbed them, keeping you still. You gasped, tears welling in your eyes. James grunted. "Not yet, princess."

"Please..." you whimpered, squeezing around him deliberately. He let out a deep groan, his grip on your hips firming. "Please, Jamie, I need you so bad..."

“I’m right here, babe,” he groaned, easing into you with a slow thrust that made you shut your eyes, a soft moan escaping your lips. You couldn't believe how he managed to keep it together, especially when you felt yourself melting all around him from just his touch. “My sweet girl…”

“You’re gonna make me come,” you moaned, cheeks burning as you felt yourself tightening around him, his words sending a rush of warmth through your body. He chuckled softly, easing you onto your belly and lying on top of you, his warmth and scent surrounding you. You let out a sharp moan as he slid into you slowly once more, settling into a gentle rhythm that sent shivers through your entire body. "James..."

"Just giving you what you asked for," he replied, his breath hot against your ear, his voice thick with desire. You squeezed your eyes shut, fingers gripping the bed sheets as your body pulsed around his slow thrusts, his cock stretching you open with each deliberate movement. James let out a soft groan, hands gripping your hips as he picked up the pace slightly, lips trailing against the tender skin of your neck. You whimpered as your entire body clenched around him, the tension in your belly building with each of his thrusts, his uneven breaths against your skin sending shivers down your spine. "Love you so damn much," James moaned, nipping at your ear as he tugged gently on a handful of your hair. "My girl..."

"James, I'm... Oh!" you moaned, biting your lip as you felt your pussy clenching around his cock slowly. James grunted, his self-control slipping as he thrust harder, pounding into you while moaning into your ear. Fuck. It was too good — you couldn't hold back anymore. You let out a small cry, burying your face in the mattress as your body trembled, the tension in your belly releasing as you came around James' cock. His grip on your hair tightened, causing you to whimper softly as he emptied himself inside you with one last thrust.

You let out a small gasp as James pulled out, your cunt clenching around nothing, already missing the feel of him inside you. He planted a soft kiss on your shoulder, then settled on his knees between your hips as you rolled onto your back, pleasure still lingering in your hazy eyes as they met his blue gaze. A smile spread across his face as he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. You sighed contentedly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He peppered kisses on your lips, then your cheek, then your jawline, before pulling back and lying down beside you, his forehead resting against yours.

"Love being with you," he murmured, and you smiled, your fingertips tracing along his lower lip slowly.

"Because of the sex?" you asked, and he chuckled.

"Yeah, that's a bonus," he said. You giggled as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as you nuzzled into his chest. You pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone, your lips trailing up his neck to his jawline.

"I love you, Jamie," you whispered, and he let out a low, contented hum before his lips found yours again.

[valwrites-stuff]

Forbidden Encounter

James is good friends with your dad who's also in a band and you meet him at a show which leads to you both secretly fucking on the backseat of his car.

James Hetfield x Reader ☆ Smut, age gap

You stand in the crowd, watching your dad's band perform on stage, your eyes immediately fall on him - James. He was a close friend of your dad and you had always had a major crush on him. But he was like a forbidden fruit, always out of reach. His smile was captivating, his eyes sparkle in the blinding spotlights and you can't help but steal glances at him the whole evening. Every time your eyes meet, your heart skips a beat.

His presence alone makes your heart race, and you can't tear your eyes away from him. You knew it was wrong to have such feelings for your dad's friend, but it was impossible to ignore the desire you felt for him. Despite the fact that he could potentially be your father, you couldn't help but be captivated by his charm and charisma.

As the show continues, you can't shake the feeling of longing that fills you. You knew that you would have to push these feelings aside, that a relationship with James was out of the question. Despite the forbidden nature of your potential relationship, you couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for you.

But then he disappears from your sight. You know you had to find him, take that chance to have your way with him.

You sneak out of the concert and follow your instincts, guided by the pull you felt towards him. You stumble upon James standing by his sleek black car, puffing away on a cigar. His brooding eyes meet yours as you approach him, and a flirtatious smile plays on his lips. Without hesitating, you walk up to him and your eyes meet once again.

"James, hey," you say softly, trying to mask the nervousness in your voice.

"Hey there, beautiful," James says, his voice smooth and alluring. "Care to join me for a smoke? I've been having a feeling you'll come find me."

You hesitate for a moment, feeling a rush of nerves at his confident demeanor. But something in his gaze makes your heart race, and you find yourself nodding, unable to resist his charm. "Why'd you leave?"

"Needed some fresh air I guess..." As you stand by his side, James leans in closer, his breath mingling with yours.

"Actually I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time," he confesses. "I can't explain it, but there's something about you that draws me in. Guess I've always had a thing for my friend's daughter."

You blush at his bold admission, but can't deny the sudden surge of desire that course through you. Before you know it, James pulls you into a fierce kiss, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back.

The next thing you know, you're entangled in a heated embrace in the backseat of his car, lost in a whirlwind of desire and longing. The windows fog up as you give in to the undeniable chemistry between you, his touch setting your soul on fire.

As you feel James' lips on your neck, a shiver runs down your spine. His touch is electrifying, but deep down, you know this was wrong. You shouldn't be doing this, not here, not now.

"Mhm James...this is so wrong..." You manage to whisper, trying to resist the urge to melt into his embrace.

You can see the raw emotion in his eyes, the desire he feels for you. James' hand find it's way between your legs and he whispers in your ear, "No one needs to know, sweetheart. It'll be our little secret."

As James' hand disappears under your black dress, you can't help but let out a soft moan of anticipation. His fingers graze against your wet panties, causing a sensation to ripple through you.

"Gosh, look at you," James whispers, his voice filled with desire. "You're soaked and I haven't even touched you yet."

His words send shivers down your spine as you feel your heart race with excitement. You can feel the heat between you growing, the tension thick in the air.

"Please," You beg, your voice hoarse and full of need. "I need you to touch me."

James obliges, sliding his hand inside your panties and moaning softly at the feel of the warmth and wetness. His finger finds your clit, and he starts to rub slow, lazy circles, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

James adds another finger, sliding it into you, slowly in time with the circles he rubs on your clit. "You like that, baby?" he growls, his hot breath in your ear sending shivers down your spine. "You like it when I finger-fuck your tight pussy?"

With a shaky breath you reach out for his belt, brushing your hand against his hard bulge.

He grabs your wrist and removes your hand before undressing you in a swift movement, leaving you in just your panties. He hooks his fingers into the waistband and slowly pulls them down, revealing your bare pussy.

James growls, his eyes fixated on your wetness. He bends down and presses his mouth against you, his tongue lapping at your clit. "So beautiful."

You cry out, your hands reaching out to grab the back of his head as he eats you out. He slides a second finger into you, slowly in time with the the way his tongue moved against your bundle of nerves.

“You like that, baby?” he growls, his hot breath against your cunt sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes, fuck yes,” you moan, your hips bucking against his mouth.

“You’re so hot, baby. I can’t wait to fuck you,” he growls, his voice low and husky.

You reach down and grab his hair, pulling him closer to you. “Then fuck me already,” you demand, your voice breathy with need.

James removes himself from you for a moment, his eyes blazing with desire. He strips off his clothes, revealing his hard cock, looking mighty fine for his age.

He grabs your hips and positions himself between your legs. He teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, before thrusting into you in one swift motion.

You gasp audibly, your back arching off the backseat as he fills you up. James sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming into yours as he fucks you hard and fast.

You reach out and cling onto his back as he thrusts into you. James leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as he fucks you.

You moan into the kiss, your body trembling as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

James reaches down and rubs your clit, his fingers circling the sensitive spot.

You cry out, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You convulse around James’s cock, your pussy milking him as you come.

James growls, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reaches his own climax. He buries himself deep inside you, his cock twitching as he fills you up with his cum.

James collapses on top of you, his breath hot and heavy against your neck.

You wrap your arms around him, your bodies slick with sweat.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” James pants, his voice low and husky.

You smile, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Yeah, it was,” you agree, your voice barely above a whisper. "You still got it Hetfield."

James chuckles, his body pressed against yours as you lie on the backseat of the steamy car, both of you panting and trying to catch your breaths. You run your fingers through his grey hair, your other hand tracing the curve of his chest. "Will we do this again sometime?" You blink and look up at James hopefully. "Maybe, but for now we'll keep this our dirty little secret alright?" He smiles and leans down to give me a final kiss, knowing it won't be our last.

[princessofdorkness]

This particular photo just does things to me idk…

[vinyldreamsfuckup]

So High School

A: this was a random thing I came up with. I hope it’s cute

Warnings: fluff, drinking, smoking weed, smut, oral (female receiving), unprotected p in v, Kirk x fem

You and Kirk had been together since your sophomore year of high school. You were both the "weird" kids in high school. So when you got sat next to each other in third period history it almost felt like fate. You talked to each other nearly everyday since then. You always loved how much Kirk loved his comic books and horror movies. You could listen to him go on and on for hours and never get bored of him talking. You’d been in love with him since the moment you met him. When he joined Metallica you quickly became friends with all of the guys. You’d loved watching him play and being around him. There was simply just nothing better than being with him.

Though, one thing you never did was go to prom. It felt stupid and it seemed like a dumb thing to think about, but when you looked back at pictures from high school you’d always wished you had a picture in some stupid dress standing next to him. He knew this. He hated high school dances and didn’t really care, but he knew it was important to you, so when he surprised you with a “prom” at your old high school you were over the moon. It was just you, Kirk, James, Cliff, and Lars but it was going to be perfect regardless. Because you had him.

You wore a long, mint green, satin dress. It was a corset like dress that helped extenuate your body while still trying to look nice. There were laces up the back that showed your freshly tanned skin. Kirk wore a white shirt that was only halfway buttoned and black jeans with his black converse. He never cared for school dances in high school but he knew this was important to you and he wanted to do this to surprise you. So if you could only get jeans and a nice shirt then you’d take it. It being mostly unbuttoned was just a plus. You were standing in your backyard waiting for him to walk out with your corsage.

"You look beautiful," Kirk said as he walked out of the house. A smile spread across your face.

"Thank you, baby. You don't look too bad yourself," You giggled. Kirk chuckled and grabbed the corsage and wrapped it on your wrist. James and Lars giggled as they were snapping picture after picture as the two of you got ready. Kirk leaned in, his lips touching your ear.

"We should just ditch the whole thing. I can take you to the hotel and we can have a good time," Kirk whispered. You playfully hit his shoulder.

"Pose for the damn picture," You laughed out. He rolled his eyes and put his hand around your waist and looked at the camera. The two of you smiled taking a couple nice pictures before you both broke out into silly faces. Kirk ushered me to his car and we got in.

"You sure you wanna go to the dance and not just back to the hotel?" Kirk asked as he started the car. You laughed.

"I'm sure. Now lets go try to have a good time," You responded.

That's what the two of you did. You went and danced and ate some food. You both drank and smoked weed, getting undeniably high as fuck. You talked all night long, not even worrying about anything else. James, Lars, and Cliff all brought random girls to keep them company. They were all dressed up and getting shitfaced. You couldn’t help but smile at how sweet the whole thing was, but mostly you were just focused on Kirk and how happy he made you. You grabbed his hand and lead him out into the hallway and to your old locker. He pushed you against them just like he used to and connected your lips in a feverish kiss. The taste of weed and beer still on his you.

“Can we go back to the hotel now?” Kirk mumbled against your lips, his hand traveled up the strings of your dress, grazing the skin.

“Mhm…” You mumbled back with a nod. Kirk smiled and lifted you up bridal style before running back toward his car. You giggled as he ran.

You quickly arrived at the hotel and he lead you into the room and sat you on the edge of the bed. Your heart was full everything feeling so heightened. You two had sex all the time but for some reason this felt so much more intimate. He sat next to you on the bed and carefully undid the ties of your dress. He helped you out of it before pressing his lips to yours.

“You’re beautiful,” Kirk breathed out as he pushed you down on the bed. He trailed kisses down your chest and torso. His hands hooked around the lace of your thong before carefully pulling it off. A small groan left his lips as he stared at you, “so beautiful.”

He gently kissed down your thigh before settling between your legs. He licked between your folds groaning as he did so. Your hand tangled in his hair as a moan left your lips. He started to fuck you with his tongue, his thumb rolling against your clit.

“Fuck…Kirk…” You moaned out as your hand tangled into his hair. Kirk’s tongue quickly pumped in lapping up every last molecule. He groaned as he moved feeling you spasm beneath him.

“You’re so good,” Kirk mumbled, “So wet. So good.”

Your hips bucked against his tongue. He pressed your waist down on the bed and started to move his tongue quickly. His thumb spreading up against your clit. You were soon moaning out and finishing all over his tongue. He licked up your slick before standing up.

Your hands went to his shirt and quickly undid the rest of the buttons while he pulled himself out of his jeans. He was now standing in front of you naked, his dick standing tall and ready for you. He quickly pushed into you a loud moan leaving your lips as you adjusted.

“You’re so beautiful.” He groaned, “you’re so fucking wet.”

His hips started to rock and long moans left your mouth. Your hands gripped his back and your nails slowly raked down his back. He moaned out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He slowly picked up his pace ramming into you harder. He picked up your thigh and he lit by his stomach adjusting the angle. He fell in deeper hitting every spot perfectly.

“Kirk…oh my god,” you moaned out.

“That’s it, baby,” Kirk breathed out. He moved slightly faster.

“Don’t stop. That’s it. Yes…” you moaned out. He nodded and kept his pace ramming into you over and over. Your body started to shake and you loudly came, his name falling from your mouth

“Fuck…” Kirk groaned out. His hips still moving quickly chasing his orgasm. Your moans turned into loud whimpers as he kept going. Overstimulated and sensitive as he kept moving against you.

“Come on baby,” you whined. His head fell back and a loud moan left his mouth. He pulled out and came all over your stomach.

“Fuck…” Kirk said breathlessly. You nodded in agreement.

“Was this a good prom night?” Kirk chuckled out as he pulled away for a moment.

You nodded and smiled, “wouldn’t imagine it any other way, my love.”

[grazi-your-rockette-queen]

Hey! Can you just do any kind of ride the lightening era Kirk smut/fluff? Be creative! No presh! KirkxFem reader (Nothing like super kinky or anything yknow 😆)

omg yesss i haven’t wrote for kirk in so long i miss him :((((

summary: kirk wakes up from nightmares and you help calm him down by watching a movie, and he gets super touchy

warnings: smut, a little teasing, kind of subby!kirk but not rly, creampie, a little bit of biting, p in v

Burnin’ For You-kirk hammett

it was late. you had been watching movies for hours and hours after you and kirk went to bed. he had fallen asleep next to you a while ago, but you were still wide awake while Scarface played on the tv. suddenly, you felt kirk shift and instinctually looked down next to you where he was laying under the cover. he opened his eyes slowly, a worried frown on his face. you looked at him with sleepy eyes in concern, and softly placed a hand on his shoulder while he woke up.

“kirk? are you alright?” you asked in a soft whisper, eyebrows furrowed at the sight of him breathing heavily. it almost looked as though tears were forming.

“yeah… that was weird, i think i had a dream.” he spoke slowly while he calmed himself down and sat up in the bed. you pulled him closer to you.

“was it bad?”

“yeah… i don’t want to talk about it.”

“are you sure you’re okay?” the looked at you with sad brown eyes and nodded, half smiling. you nodded and hugged him, kissing his head. you stayed like that for a little while, the sound of the movie still playing quietly in the background.

“you think you’ll be able to go back to sleep?” you asked him. he hummed and nuzzled into your chest, hiding his face and causing you to giggle.

“i don’t wanna…” he muttered. you smiled and rubbed his back softly while he cuddled you. you ran your fingers through his soft curls soothingly. after a minute you had to move to be more comfortable, but noticed kirk moan softly as your leg accidentally brushed a little far up his own.

“kirk… is there something you want?” you asked rhetorically, starting to smile. he blushed and looked away from your eyes.

“yeah…” he wasn’t at all being up front about what he needed, and you could’ve teased him about it, but you decided to give him what he clearly wanted. you cupped his face in your hands and kissed his lips softly once, and then again more deeply. he propped himself up on his elbows, now hovering over you. you pulled him closer to you, still embracing him. kirk grew more needy and he started slowly running one hand down your torso, and unintentionally grinded down on you, causing you to moan into the kiss. he broke the kiss to ask if he could take your clothes off, to which you told him yes. he started with your top, you helped him get it over your head. he hummed softly at the sight of your exposed tits, carefully tracing his hand down the side of your body before kissing your collarbone down to your chest. you giggled and moaned as he softly bit down your torso, before reaching the hem of your shorts. he pulled off your shorts and panties in one go, kissing above your pussy. he kissed his way back up to your jaw and removed his own underwear, lining his hard and needy cock up to your slick lined slit, and slowly pushing into you. he threw his head back slightly as he bottomed out slowly. within a short few minutes, he was pistoning his hips into yours, desperate to get as much friction as he could. you let him get really close to the edge, which was indicated by the prettiest noises that fell from his plush lips as they got louder and louder.

“kirk… kirk…” you repeated in order to get his attention. he looked up, breathing heavily but not halting his movements. you mouthed to him to stop, which he obeyed but whined about.

“i’m glad to help you out, baby… but you have to make me come first.” you smirked and bit down on your lip teasingly, watching confusion glaze over his big brown eyes, he whined again. “you heard me.”

he grunted, instantly understanding what his new mission was. he reached one hand down, circling two slender fingers over your clit. he continued his thrusting at a slower pace than before, careful not to let himself go before his job was done. he winced louder every time your walls tightened, indicating you yourself were getting close. he started to lick, kiss and begin to bite down on your neck and collarbone, grunting with each thrust.

“i’m close baby, good job.” you praised through moans, starting to buck your hips back into his, meeting his thrusts. he whimpered while your walls tightened finally, both yours and kirk’s eyes rolling back into your heads. kirk’s moans echoed through the room as he came right after you, filling your already wet cunt with his own seed. he subsided, nearly collapsing next to you on the bed. you caught your breath before him, grabbing him to lay his head on your chest and carefully brushing away the hair that clung to his forehead by a thin layer of sweat.

“good boy, thank you kirky.” you nuzzled into his soft curls, planting kisses on his head.

“thank you.” he returned still out of breath, kissing your chest and running his hands down your sides, causing you to giggle.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Hellooo 👋🏻

James being into rough sex, like bruises, bites, making sure you’re limping next day? Reader actually doesn’t like it, but takes it as she afraid he’ll break up with her? He doesn’t notice that she’s is pain and is enjoying seeing marks all over her body. Until one night he wakes up and finds her in the bathroom crying and trying to clean herself after the rough session? And he’s upset that she didn’t tell him she wanted him to be gentle? He takes her back to bedroom and they do it slow and passionately?

I’m thinking ajaf James or black album?

Warnings: smut, implied rough sex, bruises, hickeys, fingering (f receiving), angst, crying, aggressively cleaning skin, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You scrubbed and scrubbed but it didn’t stop the deep purple from spilling under your skin. Your neck, arms and legs all littered in bruises, muscles sore and voice hoarse, tears rolling down your cheeks in streams.

You bit your lip to keep your sobs down, not wanting to wake James who was fast asleep just down the hall. He’d gotten back from tour the day before and after sleeping the day away he was ready to release all his pent up emotions on you.

He loved seeing you all marked up, hickeys and hand prints, all from him. He loved owning you, claiming you as his for everyone to see, it was his favourite part and you were so convinced that if he ever knew how much you hated it, he’d hate you.

You couldn’t lose him, you loved him, the pain was worth it… right?

James woke up to find himself naked in bed, alone. It wasn’t normal for him to be alone at home, you were always there, you didn’t work because you didn’t need to, he didn’t want you to. He figured you’d just gone to the bathroom and would be back soon.

Then he heard a clattering sound and thought something happened, so he went to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

“Sweetheart, are you alright?” He asked, leaning closer to the door. He heard you sniffles and water running before you shut it off.

“Yes, yeah, I-I’m fine.” You said, struggling to keep your voice flat but managing, just barely. “I’ll, uh, I’ll be right out.” You kept working with the cloth, trying clean up the mess James couldn’t have been bothered with. At some point it became less about the sweat and cum, you were rubbing your skin raw trying to get the marks off, the scratches and bruises.

James waited a moment longer, listening to the faint sounds he could hear. He sighed with a nod. “Just be quick.” He said, turning and walking away.

He sat down in bed and waited for you to come back. He waited a whole minute, if even, before going back to the bathroom and knocking again. “Let me in.”

You jumped at his knock, not expecting him a second time. “I’m sorry, Jamie, I-I promise I’ll be out in a minute.” The words came out rushed and panicked, you didn’t know what he wanted or why he was here but it scared you all the same.

“No, I wasn’t asking, sweetheart, let me in.” He demanded, trying the doorknob but it was locked. You hesitated, then you questioned why you were hesitating. All he wanted was to get in the bathroom because he heard you crying, why were you scared.

You didn’t know what he was going to do to you, you didn’t know how he was going to react to you crying over the marks he put there but you assumed it would end tragically.

You unlocked the door and it swung open, making you step back, you gripped the counter for stability. James caught the notion, eyeing you closely.

You stood naked in front of him, covered in marks he put on you. Your skin was red and irritated but it wasn’t from him, the wet cloth in the filled sink gave him a decent idea of what you were doing.

“Sweetheart, what happened?” He asked, taking a step closer to you. You instinctively took a step back before mentally slapping yourself and moving closer to him again. He sighed and took a step back himself, not wanting to make you more uncomfortable, he could practically see your skin crawling. “I’m not mad, darling, I love you and I’m worried, what happened?” His voice was firm but gentle, full of love.

You crumbled, unable to hold it in anymore. You fell to your knees crying, James quickly got to his knees in front of you, pulling you closer until you were sitting in his lap. He gradually tightened his hold on you, planting kisses wherever he could reach in hopes of calming you down but he didn’t want to force you to stay in his lap.

You were scared of him, terrified even, and that broke a piece of him. He never wanted you to be scared of him, he wanted to be your safe place, who you came for when you cried. Here you were, hiding from him as you broke down.

You tried to speak but it came out mumbled and slurred, voice all choked up and you coughed between sobs so he just held you and kissed you all over, letting you catch your breath before you tried speaking again.

“It hurts!” You cried, the first thing he heard clearly.

“I get that but what hurts?” He asked, keeping his voice soft and low.

“You hurt!” You yelled, looking up at him with glassy eyes and a quivering lip. He stared back at you, eyes wide and flickering over your heartbroken features.

“I hurt..?” He repeated, words coming out barely above a whisper. “Sweetheart, no…” He tightened his hold on you, pulling your head to his chest. “Why wouldn’t you say something..?”

“I-I didn’t want- didn’t want you to leave-leave me…” You managed to get out.

James shook his head. He brought his hand to your face, cupping your cheek and tilting your head up to look at him. “I’m not leaving you anytime soon, love, if I do or say something you don’t like you have to tell me, you don’t deserve to be treated like that if you don’t like it.” He kissed you and let you rest against him once more.

He held you in his lap on the bathroom floor until you stopped crying when he carried you to bed and curled up with you. He lay behind you, an arm around your torso with his hand resting on your stomach, his other arm under your head, free hand playing with your hair.

James placed soft kisses to the back of your neck and leading down to your shoulder, the hand on your stomach moving down to rub your clit slow circles. You bit your lip to quiet yourself but it felt good and a few slipped.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” He said, kissing your jaw. “Just relax, don’t try to stop your body, alright? Just feel good.” Your lip slipped from between your teeth and more moans left your.

“Want more, Jamie.” You said in a whisper, not sure if you wanted him to hear it or not.

“More?” He repeated, pulling his hand away for a moment. “Just tell me if it’s too much.” He said, pushing into you with a low groan.

He moved his hips slow, letting you feel and savour ever moment of it. His hand went back to your clit, the pace was nothing he’d done with you before, it was always fast and hard, words harsh and degrading. This was different.

“You’re doing so good for me, darling, just keep making those noises, let me hear you.” He muttered, leaving kisses on you to leave kisses on you, not to mark you. Your skin was littered with James but they would go away, James loved you too much to put them back. As long as you loved him and knew he loved you nothing else mattered.

“Jamie-! Jamie, feels-feels good.” You whined, clutching the sheets, the hand playing with your hair went to grab yours, letting you squeeze him.

James didn’t have anything to say, leaving more kisses in his wake, feeling his own high coming up on him. Your eyes fluttered and rolled back, body melting into James’s as he came, filling you to the brim with his seed.

He moved, going to pull out but you stopped him. “Stay, Jamie.” You said, looking back at him over your shoulder. “Just stay.”

He smiled back at you and nodded, pulling you tighter to him. “I’ll clean up in the morning, then, alright?” You nodded, letting sleep take over you.

[reincarnationoftheparty]

Such a slut

[ghostbustting]

OKOK i’m thinking maybe this happens backstage two weeks after his burn incident. Maybe your just a casual friend and while your backstage helping him put gel on his arm he makes a joke about not being able to jerk off properly without both hands and you take it a bit too seriously and get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

this has been haunting my dreams for a week lord save me

𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀𝓎

╰┈➤“𝑫𝑶 𝑰𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼„ ๋࣭⭑

James Hetfield x Reader

Contains Smut

I sigh as I sit down on the chair I had pulled out next to James, my eyes on his arm, the skin red as he was still healing from the pyrotechnic accident he had not long ago at the concert they did in Montreal.

I wince seeing the state of his poor left arm, let alone if it was me who had been in his position, feeling what he felt.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I slowly spoke, “So.. you said.. the skin rose off..?” I ask hesitatingly, almost like a doctor would, yet my face was scrunched up as I try to image what it looked like.

James instead chuckled like it was nothing, moving his arm closer to me, “Guess you can say I’m immortal.” He say with a cocky and arrogant smirk, one that I've found myself rolling my eyes to for years. “Now chop chop, I got a show to play.” He gestured towards the gel I previously placed on the dressing table in front of us.

I rolled my eyes and huff, “Bossy.” I muttered.

My hand reach out towards the tub of gel and open it, placing it back on the table before dipping my fingers in it, gathering some of the gel on the tips of my fingers, not too much and not so little.

"How are you even going to play your guitar?" I genuinely ask, slowly and gently applying the gel on his arm, my other hand holding his wrist to keep his arm up.

James sighed in what seemed like relief from the cool gel, leaning back as he begin to relax from the soothing feeling. "Who said I'm playing the guitar?" He answered.

"Eh? Then who is?"

"Kirk's guitar tech, John."

I raise my eyebrows and avert my gaze to his face, a hint of surprise in my expression and voice. "The tall guy?" I ask. Pretty sure that John Marshall guy was about 6 foot.

He shrugs, his eyes on his arms as I continue to apply gel soothingly on the red skin, "I mean, you being short surely exagerates it." He laughed out loud, shaking his head to the point his blond hair shook like a lion's do.

My face scrunched in annoyance, raising my hand to smack his arm out of habit. It was a good thing he stopped me before I could actually hit him, his other hand holding my wrist. "Hey! That's not nice.." He huffed, his face similar to a child being sulky.

I yank my wrist back and roll my eyes. James' immature of a behavior was something I'm used to yet not able to deal with at the same time. So I look down and continue to gently apply the gel over his arm, feeling his gaze upon my fingers as I did.

"So you just sing then?" I ask, this time only keeping my focus on his arm.

I hear him hum at my question as his way to say yes to it. For a while, he and I stayed silent. The only noises were all the movements I did; grabbing the gel, applying the gel, grabbing more, and so on in a loop.

We can also still hear the loud noises from outside of the dressing room; laughters, voices, music, etcetera.

Not long after, James then spoke up again. Even without looking up, I can hear the smirk in his voice. "There's a lot of things I can't do with this arm in this condition actually." He sighed dramatically, making me roll my eyes for what felt like the millionth times today.

He slowly begin listing them off one by one, I had to force my own ears to listen to each and one of them, really. "Put on my clothes properly.. sleep on my left side.. play my guitar, obviously.."

For some reason, he trailed off for a while. Leaving me hanging and curious on what he could be thinking about.

Finished with applying the gel on his arm, I turn the chair I was sitting on and reach forward for the tub of the remaining gel and the lid. Thats when he say,

"...can't jerk off as well.."

I stop dead in my position, slowly turning my head to finally look at him, and just as I thought, there goes the smirk on his face, wide and proud of his own words. Any smart person could see that he was either trying to get a rise out of me, or tease me.

But today was not a perfect day for him to go around and play with me. Not when I woke up in a bad mood, got a bad hair day, ran out of toilet papers, and genuinely had a bad day.

Slowly, I lean back in my seat, my eyes' gaze still lingering on his face and the smirk he had proudly on his lips, how I wish to have the ability to wipe that off his face.

"Let me help you then."

Those words somehow manage to leave my lips.

My previous wish was granted when his smirk finally drops and his eyes widens. For once, his face wasn't filled with such cockiness and instead, filled with whaf seem like genuine surprise.

And for once, the James Hetfield stays silent. For once, the James Hetfield have no words to respond with, no witty comebacks, no laughters. He just.. froze. Quite unlike him, may I note.

Instead, the smirk once wore on his face was transfered to my own face, wearing that same smirk like the roles had switched.

Tilting my head, I let out a chuckle at his dumbfounded reaction. "Cat got your tongue?"

Slowly, I got down from my seat and to the floor, sitting on my knees right in front of him, his manspread position was quite cooperating with my movement, making me sit right between his legs.

I didn't even know what I was thinking. I never thought that one day I'd have zero self respect and just sunk to my knees right in front of my friend.

"You.." James let out a rather awkward chuckle, his body shifting in his seat a little. His body was no longer relaxed, his back no longer resting against the back of his chair, instead he was sittingup straight.

"You're fucking joking—"

"And you're fucking hard."

I rephrased his own words. As a way to answer his confusion and oblivion, my gaze slowly averts down to the crotch of his pants, where a tent was seen due to what was definitely— and surprisingly his hard cock.

Despite the wide playful smirk on my face, there was no doubt I felt surprised inside me at how fast he could get hard just by a silly joke I was doing.

Plan A was to joke around with him and go on with my day.

But seems like I've moved on to Plan B already.

Slowly, I look back up at him and smile softly instead of what was once a playful smirk. I tilt my head, slowly placing my hands on his knees. "Will you let me do it for you?" I ask in a soft innocent voice.

Angel to his eyes, devil to his cock.

James looked down at me with a look in his eyes that I find myself not able to read, no matter how hard I try to find a familiar expression through those blue eyes. For a moment, the heavy breath he let out was the only thing my ears were able to catch. Until he say,

"You have to take off my pants for me though."

Soft smile thrown away, my lips shows him a wicked grin instead, my teeth just ever so slighty peeking through those lips of mine, gloss painted over my lips.

Meanwhile my hands that were placed on his knees slowly travels further up him, to his thigh, then.. to his belt, where I begin to unbuckle his belt.

Our eyes were locked still to each other's. His unreadable eyes to my playful ones.

Yet the eye contact was soon broken when his eyes looked down at the way my hand was already starting to pull down his pants, tugging on it before finally managing to pull it down his thighs.

Once I did, I was met by little James. Wait.. already?

"God, man.. use some boxers!" I grunt and smack his leg, knowing damn well he did not have an injury down there.

He huffed, almost kicking me with his leg. "Hey! I told you it's hard to put on clothes properly!" He exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes at his excuse before turning my attention back to the.. thing.. in front of me.

My gaze was running up and down it, taking notice of every veins seen on the skin, the stiffness of it, and the precum leaking just at the tip. It was twitching just the slightest, something I heard was painful for boys once it isn't taken care of.

Well thank God I have my non existence dick then.

Without even thinking nor wasting another second, my hand grasped onto his cock. A loud sigh being heard above me, a curse slipping out with that sigh that I couldn't quite make out.

Slowly, I begin moving my hands up and down his shaft, somehow managing to be completely casual with it, trying to ignore the way a sweat ran down my forehead.

My fingerpads run over those veins, my grasp slightly tightening every now and then, which manage to pull out hitched breath from James, a noise I unexpectedly grown to love by these seconds.

"F-fuck..." He hissed. I could also take notice of the way his hips slowly thrusts up my hands every now and then. "Faster, damnit.. My hands are way more skillful than yours at this.." He grunted out.

I scoffed, finding it offensive. "Can't fucking say that with that state of an arm, can you?"

Seeking justice, I start to fasten up my strokes, my grasp tightening as far as I can, wrist twisting from time to time, meanwhile more precum seems to be seeking freedom, leaking out in beads from his tip.

James groaned at the feeling, "That's more like it. Oh fuck.." He grunted out through more groans and moans, "Good girl.." Who would've thought other than screaming those lyrics he can also let out such beautiful yet filthy noise like this?

Right, the groupies.

"Still think you're better?"

I spat onto his length, my spit making my stroke on his cock even much more slick, moving at an incredible pace now.

He laughed out loud, "Abso-fucking-lutely I am—"

Before he could stop talking, my mouth cut him off and silenced him. Though this time, instead of cutting him off with words.. I shoved his cock into my mouth.

Bad idea? Possibly. He was.. big, to say the least. Most likely not a size you can see every day, even if you're a cheap whore.

The contact of his cock in my mouth made him much more talkative and nosy, moans were heard more often rather than groans. Not that I'd complain to either of those noises.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" He yelled, one of his hand— his healthy one, travels down to my head, stroking my hair before gripping onto the strands, guiding me little by little as my head bobs up and down his shaft.

The tip of his cock would reach my throat every now and then, I had to force myself to control my throat as his hand was preventing me from letting go of his cock.

At the same time, not long after, he begin to become more urgent in his movement and voice. It was getting more and more crystal clear that he was close to release.

He groaned as he hold my face still, thrusting up into my mouth. "Fuck fuck.. I— shit!!"

Fingers in my hair again, he pushed my mouth down on his cock, my nose brushing against the pubic hair he had right where his cock starts. Tears wells up in my eyes, squeezing shut as they start rolling down my cheeks.

Soon, he began shooting his cum into my throat, the liquid felt warm in my throat as he continued to fill me up with all of his release.

Once he's done, his fingers finally let my hair have their freedom, allowing me to pull back, panting from the lack of breath I had all this time. He was panting as well, leaned back on his chair with his hand on his forehead.

"So this.." I panted out, "..this is what those groupies felt.."

Looking up, I see James shaking his head with a weak grin. "Maybe.. but this is surely not what they make me feel with those lack of skill in their hands.." He chuckled.

I watch as he lean over and wipe off a droplet of cum that was spilled over my lips using his thumb, which he slowly then place in my mouth, not wanting to waste a single cum without me tasting it. His eyes watching my face as I take in his thumb willingly.

"Definitely not as skillful as you."

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A to Z ⭒ James Hetfield (18+)

Ask He'll give you anything you ask for, although he enjoys teasing you until you're nearly begging for it. Lying in bed underneath him, looking up at him with tears forming on your lower lash lines, your eyes blown wide, your lips bruised and bright red. The sight of you would drive him crazy, and the sound of your broken and desperate pleas would be enough to make him end his playful denial and give you exactly what you want, and even more.

Bondage He isn't into bondage and restraining very much, unless it's a hand pinning you down, or him using his own to capture and hold your wrists above your head. He's more into you using your own body to accommodate with his and add onto both of your guys' pleasure, with your nails digging into his bare shoulders and your legs encircling themselves around his waist to match his thrusts.

Cunnilingus He absolutely loves going down on you, the taste of your slick and release nearly making him feel drunk every single time. He'd moan against you and grin against your sex with every mewl you'd let out from his vibrations, and continue until you're pushing at his head and attempting to scoot yourself further up the mussed and disarrayed bed to get away. Even then, he'd follow after you and encapsulate his body over yours, eagerly licking into your mouth to share the taste of you on his tongue with its original source.

Dirty Talk He would call you the usual endearing terms, from sweetheart to darling, to doll. But if he was in the mood for something more rough and you consented, he'd call you a slut and a brat, gripping onto your hair and forcing you to maintain eye contact with him until you both came. He'd calm you down afterwards and shower you with compliments and aftercare, gently rubbing circles into your sore scalp and praising you for being everything he's ever wanted and needed, craved.

Edging One of his absolute favorites, especially after a long and tiring day, or after a meaningless argument. He'd kiss every inch of your skin and purposefully miss where he knew you were the most sensitive, his amused laughter causing goosebumps to lie in the wake of his warm breath splaying itself against your trembling and bare skin. He'd promise he'll give you exactly what you want, only to turn around and back away as soon as he sensed you were going to orgasm. He'd only let up once you began to feel overstimulated and anxious. Then, he'd take care of you so well, and make you feel like you got everything you wanted since the very beginning.

Foreplay James' foreplay with you would be a gentle thing, even though it sometimes bordered on being playful and teasing. He'd start off with undressing you, his wide palms cascading themselves down your curves and longevity with awe and wonder each time, like it was his first time ever seeing you. He'd nearly kneel while he unbuttoned your jeans, shivers and chills wracking themselves through your upper half as he looked up at you and brushed his lips against your groin while he slowly pushed them down. By the time you were both in bed and nearly naked, you were flushed down to your breasts, and nearly coating your thighs with your own essence. He'd still nip at the skin surrounding your hips, creating hickeys and mouth sized bruises, only conceding and sliding down to your rapid pulse point once you began to tug on his hair and guide his face and awaiting mouth toward your sex.

Groping If he isn't singing, playing the guitar, in a meeting or in the shower, his hands are on you. Whether it's a simple hand half wrapped around your thigh, or a comforting cup of his calloused palm resting on the nape of your neck while you two lax on the sofa, he's always touching you. He feels discontent and half full when you aren't in his nearest vicinity, and it's the exact same when it comes to you two having sex. His rings dig into the flesh of your thighs as he hikes you up and fucks you back down on his shaft, his nails digging into your skin and creating temporary indentations in your forearms and waist, while you ride him and hold onto him like an anchor, needing him close to you as well. When he touches you, he feels complete.

Hickeys There isn't a single week that has gone by since you met James, where you haven't had a lovebite or a hickey bitten and sucked into your skin, unless he was on tour and you couldn't come with. Sometimes they'll be subliminal and well hidden, on the beginning of your groin and trailing down to where he knows you like them best. Other times they'll be glaringly obvious, displayed on your neck in red and purple hues, a light surge of pleasure flooding its way through you as people blush and glance away at the possessive and intended marks, and the slight pleasurable pain you felt when you graze your thumbs against the bruised flesh.

Intercrural If you're ever too sore or tired for a round, or another round, his second favorite place to grind and fuck against you is in between your thighs. He'd have you suck on his fingers until they're nearly dripping wet and fully soaked down to his third knuckle, before sliding them in between your awaiting legs and applying your spit to the soft skin of your thighs. He'd purposefully nudge his swollen cockhead against your clit if you were just tired, fingering you until you'd be close to cumming, before sliding home into you. But if you were too sore, he'd be mindful of his thrusts and thank you for allowing him to use you, satisfaction and satiation thrumming through him if you let him finish in your mouth.

Jealousy James rarely ever got jealous. But when he did, he got angry. The ugly feeling brewing inside of him made him want to lash out, but he'd calm down once he was able to acknowledge you politely declining other men's offers, and you instinctively making your way back over to him. If he was still upset afterwards, he'd take you back home or into another room wherever you two were at, and he'd hold your chin in a partially tight grip and make you meet his eyes in the mirror as he took you from behind. He'd have you repeat that he was yours and you were his, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he effortlessly brought you over the edge, the same eyes once again meeting his own later on while he apologized for his erratic and rough behavior.

Kissing It depended on the mood he was in, but for the most part, James' kisses are sweet and playful, always bordering on the line of inappropriate, even in public. He couldn't help it, his natural incline of always wanting to be near you bled into the way he wanted to kiss you as well. If it was a normal day and you two were greeting each other or parting ways, he'd swoop you in and caress his pair with yours, the rough graze of his facial hair always causing you to giggle. He'd take the slight part of your lips as an advantage, and sneak the tip of his tongue in to delicately and playfully run itself along the warm peak of your own. If he was adrenaline ridden and freshly off stage, he'd be erratic, his mouth incessant against yours and frenzied in a way that made you forget anyone else was around. If you two were alone, he'd take his time with you. Swallowing every single sigh of pleasure you exhaled out, and groaning into your inhale as you bit into his bottom lip to tug him impossibly closer, before switching positions and temporarily taking over.

Licking He's obsessed with the taste of you. Rather it be from your lips or thighs, or your pussy, he'd dive right in. Sometimes even playfully licking the side of your neck after tugging and tucking your hair back, your guys' matching laughter residing in the enclosed space of the room as you two register the groans coming from the other guys in the studio while they practice. Going back to him eating you out and him getting drunk off of it, he'd lap up your slick and let it roll around his tongue to savor the taste, before spitting it back onto you and attempting to eat you whole. He wouldn't be done with you until he either tired out, or you could no longer control your breathing and began to feel lightheaded.

Masturbation With James there with you, masturbation was the last possible thing on your mind. He fulfilled and satisfied you in every single way. But when he was on the road, you two enjoyed phone sex and mutual masturbation. You enjoyed hearing his cursed exhales and the shakiness in his tone as he whispered out your name, and he enjoyed hearing you slowly fall apart, the audible pop of your lips as they gaped around a silent scream, and the obscene sounds of the palm of your hand making contact with your sex as you rubbed and fingered yourself to completion. The hushed promises of seeing each other soon and you reassuring him of you already having bought a ticket and nearly being on the second to closest flight, and him knowing that even though he wasn't there with you physically you were still content and gratified, was enough to help ease his guilt of being away, and to help him fall asleep to the soft sound of your voice.

Non-negotiable There aren't many things James would say no to, but extreme rough punishment would have to be the biggest one. He found pleasure in spanking you and holding you down, edging you and overstimulating you, but the thought of harshly smacking you across the face and full on degrading you will always a pass for him. It wasn't that he didn't do or enjoy those things before or didn't do them to groupies and other minor flings in the earlier years of him being in the band, but the thought of him hurting you and you taking it personal and getting offended, made him physically recoil.

Orgasm James always enjoyed one upping himself, and making you cum and orgasm until you physically couldn't anymore, was something he considered that applied to. In a sense, your pleasure was, and is, his own. Every time he felt you convulse on top or underneath him, felt the warm and silky walls of your pussy tighten around his long and thick fingers, he felt himself nearly orgasm, his cockhead pearling with precum and pulsating every time like clockwork. The way your eyes would gloss over, and you'd nearly scream his name, the way you'd curl yourself against him from the force of your own climax, the way you'd milk him dry and manipulate your walls to contract and hold in his seed. He's always been an extremist, in life in general, and in the way he pushed himself musically, so of course he'd push himself to pleasure you too.

Positions Although you two enjoyed pushing each other to the limit at times and teasing each other, James' favorite position with you was missionary. With his hand curled around your throat, just present, and your legs draped over his broad shoulders. In missionary, he loved that he could see every single flicker of emotion on your face, and it was the easiest position for you to be able to grab ahold of him and keep him close, which is something you always love to do. He'd rest his forehead against yours as he fucked into you with reckless abandon, the irises of his eyes darkening as he stared into your own, and his free hand reaching down to rub it's middle and ring fingers harshly and adamantly against your swollen and hickied clit. He'd often grind his seed deep into you, before slowly pulling out to only lean back and slide his digits back inside, his kiss bruised lips raising into a lazed smirk as you would immediately tighten your legs and bracket him in as his fingers curled and massaged themselves against your spongelike and abused spot.

Quickie The adrenaline shooting through him after performing and being on stage for hours on end is unlike something most people would never be able to imagine or try to explain, so it's no surprise that after almost every single show you're present for, you two end up in a backstage room, or most likely than not, an abandoned bathroom or closet. The first time, you were terrified that you two would get caught and the band would get penalized, but after the few dozen, excitement fills you instead. You're nearly lifted each time and carried into one of the rooms, the roadies and managers and other band members looking away each time with hidden amusement and smiles, already knowing what was to come. You'd be placed in front of a mirror or on top of the sink, James standing in between your legs for easier access, before descending down onto you and taking you into his arms. Chilled glass would keep you in place as he ground himself against you, and if there was little to no barrier due to you wearing a dress or a skirt, he'd shove your underwear to the side and relish in the sounds you'd make as your clit rubbed and soaked through the denim covered zipper of his skin tight jeans. By the time you two were finished and nearly laughing at the absurdity of it, you'd both be panting, and the venue and backstage hallway would be nearly deserted.

Roleplay He loves when you pretend like you're a roadie, or a fan in the middle of the crowd. The knowing glint in your eye when you pretend to be lost or like it's the first time you two are meeting gets him every time. From the slow and hesitant touches, to the first touch of your guys' lips of the evening, to the confidence you two acquire once you both use your knowledge of each other's body to silently prove you both know exactly who each other are.

Sensitivity James loves the fact that you're overly sensitive in particular areas, specifically your inner thighs and the back of your neck. If there was a night where he felt like you teased him too much, or edged him, he would do the same to you, only in public. He'd innocently place his large and warm palm over the expanse of your bare thigh, and you'd think nothing of it at first. Only a small shock registering at the cool touch of his rings on your once and earlier covered skin. Your breath would begin to stutter, and you'd halt mid conversation, your eyes narrowing as you take in his wide smile hidden behind a casual hand tossed in front of his mouth, mirth and wild amusement dancing in the eyes you love to stare into. By the time you were finished with a few more sentences and your mutual friends were eating and partially distracted, your leg nearest to James would be over his closest to you, and his fingers would be grazing the outline of the tan fading near your bikini line, with his now unhidden and wide grin being pressed into the nape of your neck. "It isn't so fun to be teased, especially when you aren't expecting it, is it, baby?" He'd ask you, the only telltale sign of him being as affected as you are being the erection pressing itself against the back of your knee, and the slight strain in his usually steady and confident tone.

Threesome The idea of sharing you doesn't come easy to him, but if he were to think of the idea, he figures it would have to be someone you both knew well and were both comfortable with. It'd have to be one of the band members. The first one that comes to mind is Jason, since he's been known to be gentle and caring to his groupies and his past girlfriends. Kirk is next, since he's one of his best friends, and he knows that some of the things he's into, you'd be down to try as well. James also wouldn't be opposed to watching you get pleasured by somebody else, just so long as he was able to join in, and was the first man to make you cum. He eventually brings it up to you casually one day and laughs at the redness that evolves on your cheeks, his eyebrows raising as he takes in the expression he knows all too well on your face. He turns his head to the side and grins to himself, making a quiet reminder to ask them whether or not they'd like to join in on something special for your upcoming birthday.

Universal Everyone enjoys head. Whether or not they're giving or receiving changes that entirely, but luckily, especially for James, you loved to please him. He loved the way you'd grip him by the waist and hold him down, only to take him down to the hilt and brush your nose against his trimmed happy trail anyway. He loved the way you'd swallow around him and gasp at the feeling of him pulsating down your throat, as if you hadn't done this to him hundreds of times already. The way you'd twist both of your fisted hands around his shaft and paid extra attention to the long vein that traveled up from the base of his dick, all the way up to his tip. He'd force himself to keep his eyes open as you swirled your tongue around it to collect the translucent pre-ejaculate, only to use it as lubricant to swallow him down once again. You'd release your hands from around him to reach down and lightly massage at his ballsack, warmth filling your gut at the sounds he'd let out, some wispy and light, and some heavy and nearly baritone. By the time his seed and release made their way down your throat, tears were streaming down your face, spit collected around your lips, and your jaw was sore, yet you still managed to have a smile on your face regardless and in spite of it all.

Vibrator Toys weren't necessarily something that were brought into your guys' shared bedroom very often, but you ended up buying one anyway, as a surprise for James for when he gets back home from tour. By the time that you opened the front door to welcome him back home and inside, he had already bent down to kiss you. And by the time that you both neared the entrance of the bedroom, you two were laughing into each other's mouths and attempting to not trip on the tight bottoms of his pants. Tangled limbs make contact with the soon to be unmade bed, and you fix your expression to look innocent as James' back makes contact with the box you lied haphazardly on top of the blanket. You barely had time to explain how to use the toy and what it's use was before he had it unpackaged and ready to go. The sun was setting by the time you two were finished, the sitting vibrator nearly dead from the hour or two use, with your thighs and lower back on fire. Sweat clung to your neckline, and James carefully collects you in bed, before depositing you down next to him and wrapping an arm around your waist. You turn your head from the smaller spooning position and can't help but beam at the blissed out and worry free look on your boyfriend's face, his eyes already closed, yet the hand he has splayed out on your bare stomach still caressing your midsection. "Whatever idea you have next," he murmurs, his voice almost incoherent as he rests his head in the warm cavern of your shoulder and clavicle. "I don't care what it is. If it's as good as that was, let's do it. Twice."

Where Your guys' favorite place to have sex was in the kitchen, surprisingly. It was where you both broke in your home together, with you originally laid out on the brand new tiled island, with your hands sliding against the cool exterior, as James used your ponytail for leverage to hold you in place as he took you from the side. This time, you were both standing, you earlier being preoccupied by attempting to surprise him with a late breakfast in bed. James had made his way as quietly as he could behind you, breathing out a silent laugh in the extra space of his large shirt swimming on you, the warmth of his smile welcomed as a chill made its way through the opened window near the stove. You both had enough common sense to turn off the burner and move the half finished meal out of the way, before you spread your legs and arched yourself over the wide expanse of the counter in front of you. Before the cool air could shock you, James fisted his shirt and lifted it to rest near your shaking forearms, before beckoning forward and sliding into you. You let out a sigh of relief, thankful that you two had gone a few rounds the night prior, and he had worked you open earlier that morning. Sun rays bled their way into the opened window as you gripped onto whatever you could reach, your hips narrowly missing the hard impact of solidity as James drove himself into with finesse and ease. The only sounds making their way outside was his harsh pants and praises, and your enthusiastic, yet exhausted moans.

X Factor James' favorite thing about you is that you give him as much as he gives you. If he were to eat you out the night prior, you'd wake him up with a blowjob. If he was tired, you'd take the lead. If you were riled up and frustrated, he'd help you decompress. No matter the distance and circumstances, you both made time for each other, to keep the spark and interest alive, and to make sure that each other both felt loved and fulfilled.

Yes and No James was known to be the dominant one in bed. He was used to being on top, to guiding his partners into a sloppy session of head, to being rough. But he realized that while being with you, it still felt just as rewarding with you to take care of him and for you to sometimes take the lead. At first when it was first brought up, he wasn't so sure. Not because he wasn't interested, but because of the lingering thought and fear that you would think differently of him afterwards. But every time you rode him, you allowed him to control your hip movements. Every time you went down on him, you pleasured him as well as he pleasured you. Being with you helped him realize that although being dominant was in his nature, it didn't mean that it meant he always had to be rough and overly domineering. It took meeting the right woman to figure that out. To allow him to lead, even while relaxing and taking in pleasure at the same time.

Zip At times when you both needed to have a quickie and it was even less than convenient than all of the other times, you were forced to be quiet, both to your own and James' dismay. He loved the sound of your mewls and moans, the way your voice and tone would tremble as he took you apart and then brought you back together. But you both had quiet quickies so often as the studio and at the other guy's houses, that you two found a way to make it more exciting. Instead of just biting into one of yours' discarded t-shirts, James would instead place his fingers into your mouth, and the dual sensation of heat, both around his fingers and around his dick, was enough to make the quiet seem much louder. Spit would trickle down his wrist and make its way down to your breasts, and the glisten it would shine in the dimmed lights of the bathroom or nearest room somehow made it seem like less of a low maintenance fuck, and more of a heightened experience. It is true, what they say about experiences. It doesn't matter what happens, just who you have around when they do occur.

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You just can't get enough of him