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Scream🔪 Kirk Hammett (18+)

Reaching down to grasp onto the forearm comfortably draped across your bare waist, your slightly trembling fingers blindly wrap around Kirk's as you watch the scene play out in front of you on the screen with rapt attention.

Licking his fingertips clean of the red substance, Billy muses out, "Corn syrup, same stuff they used for pig's blood in Carrie."

Heat slowly unravels itself in your groin as you watch his tongue dart out as he taunts Sidney, who tries to turn around and run away from him. Cheeks beginning to redden at the embarrassment you felt from getting turned on at the sight of the killer degrading his newest target, you shift your hips to lean back for comfort before freezing in place.

Disbelief floods you as you feel your best friend's hardness rub against your clothed thigh. Eyes widening at the quiet and strained groan that follows after your movement, you begin to bite your bottom lip in worry as Kirk begins to tense behind you and stays still.

Fearing he was going to try and bolt in shame; you tighten your grip around his hand and hold him in place, unexplained anticipation for what could come next filling you to the brim. But eventually, the silence in between the screams bellowing out of the tv becomes unbearable, and the small amount of confidence you somehow found earlier begins to slip away as he flattens himself against the back of the cushions.

"I can just go, Kirk. There's no need to worry," You begin, dread overwhelming you as you begin to realize you read the situation entirely wrong. Sitting up in a haste, you hold back a shiver as his nails scrape against your skin from your movement before his hand falls limp on the sofa. "We can pretend like this never happened. Nothing happened anyway."

Snapping himself out of his daze at the defeated tone in your voice, Kirk quickly reaches up for you and encircles his arm around you, before tugging you back into your original position.

"No, I'm sorry. I just didn't know if you really wanted this, and I don't want you to feel any pressure," He rushes out in a breathless heap, his long hair brushing against his labret piercing as he looks down at you hesitantly. "To be completely honest with you, I feel like I'm dreaming."

Turning over to fully lie on your back, you peer up at him with wary eyes. "You aren't just saying that because now you know I like you, right?" You ask in a small voice, the sound barely registering over the background noise.

Curls moving in tandem as he shakes his head in disbelief, Kirk chuckles before leveling down on you. "No, of course not." Straddling the outside of your thighs and caging you in as he places a hand on each side of your pillowed head, he murmurs out, "How about I just show you how much I like and want you instead?"

Nodding with barely concealed enthusiasm, you shudder in a deep inhale as his hand skims across your midsection.

"I need your verbal consent, baby, or nothing happens." He tsks out, his shy demeanor now far gone.

"Yes sir. Please, sir." You verbalize, almost preening at the look of approval that shines in his dark eyes at your words. Expecting him to respond and tell you how things were going to go, you instead let out a yelp as he effortlessly raises your lower body with one hand and tugs your sweatpants down to your knees with the other.

A flush begins to bloom across your chest as you watch him stare down hungrily at your barely concealing underwear. Haphazardly tugging your pants down and off the rest of your legs and ankles, you let out a shocked laugh as Kirk throws them without looking and they land on the television.

Darkness envelops the majority of the living room and goosebumps rise as his chilled hands run down your curved and plush sides, his piercing grazing the top of one of your kneecaps. Placing a gentle kiss on the beginning part of your left calf, Kirk gently spreads your thighs open and grips them tight as he watches your clit swell against the cotton.

"I'm going to eat you alive." He mutters out as he grazes a thumb against your clothed sex, his lips twisting in amusement as your hips jump up and nearly hit his chin.

Heart beating erratically in your chest, you open your mouth to plea, before the words from the movie cause you to pause and take them in.

"Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people? Didn't think so! See, it's a lot scarier when there's no motive, Sid."

Humming out loud, you raise yourself up on your elbows and look at him between your legs. "Like Hannibal Lecter?" You tease.

Sending you an answering smirk, only one word seeps out from his plush lips before he pushes your underwear aside and slides his tongue through your folds.

"Worse."

Head thumping back against the pillows and elbows giving out, you let out a cry as his rough tongue prods at your clit mercilessly. Using his left elbow to stop you from clenching your thighs around his head, he trails his right hand down your thigh before slowly pushing his index finger inside of you and curving it upward. Jutting out his bottom lip with his tongue, satisfaction and ecstasy run through him as he feels your entire body shake with overstimulation as his labret teases your entrance.

Moaning as your slick pulses out and your walls flutter against his digit, Kirk eagerly sucks up your every drop, before spitting on his palm and adding another finger. Closing his eyes in bliss as your taste invaded his senses, he could feel your walls begin to tighten against his fingers every time he purposefully rubbed against your g-spot. Suddenly feeling spiteful about the fact you only finally admitted your feelings for him recently, Kirk smiles deviously against your pussy before stopping entirely and pulling away.

Gripping onto the stitched fabric underneath you, you let out a shout as your impending orgasm came to a halt as his mouth and hands faded away into the darkness.

Tears sprung in your eyes as you began to feel empty and your legs began to tremble. "Kirk, please don't do this to me." You plead, your hands unclenching and beginning to reach out, regardless of the fact that you couldn't see.

Letting out an amused hum, Kirk pauses before reaching over and turning on the nearest lamp, unable to stop himself from wanting to see you. Watching your body come into full view in the light caused his dick to pulsate and jump in his briefs. Gripping his ballsack in a hurry to stop himself from cumming at the sight of you looking so disheveled, an involuntary bead of precum pearled at the tip of his cock and bled into the darkening trail of hair that covered his groin. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he bends down to remove his underwear before kneeling in between your legs once again.

Self-indulgently dipping his middle and ring finger inside of you, he quickly took them out and made sure they were covered before raising them up to your lips. Maintaining eye contact, you open your mouth obediently and slowly wrapped your tongue around his sopping fingers, before taking them down to the hilt. Swallowing around his fingers and tasting your own heady and musky scent, you wrap a hand around his wrist in desperation and tug him forward. Gasping out as his shaft rubs against you in a harsh thrust, you absentmindedly reach down and try to align him with your opening, before flinching to a stop.

Rough hands snatch your wrists in a bruising grip, before lifting them up and placing them above your head. Tilting your head up with a hand delicately wrapping around your throat, Kirk huskily breathes out, "Did I say you could touch me? Did I say at any point that you were in charge?"

"No sir. I'm sorry."

Narrowing his eyes at your fake apology, Kirk nods to himself before lifting your legs and placing them on top of his shoulders. Gasping out at the stretch, you felt yourself clench emptily as he presses his fully body weight against you and places a rough kiss on your lips.

"There's only one thing I need from you, doll." He says to you with a feral glint in his eyes, his hips moving back so he can align himself with your entrance.

"Anything." You say in an almost begging tone.

Tilting his head to the side and nodding his head toward the tv, he sends you a wicked grin before sliding into you all at once.

"Scream."

Billy leans forward, pressing the tip of the knife against his teeth as he stares into Sidney's eyes. "Is that motive enough for you?"

Unwind Me ⋅☆⋅ Kirk Hammett (18+)

The brazen sounds of cheers and drunken laughter ring out and dance their way backstage in the naturally dimming light, the joyous sounds causing you to grin to yourself and shake your head in amusement as you push a speaker even further down the now packed and narrow hallway. A man with a slightly sick looking grimace etched on his face stumbles his way out of a nearby dressing room and right towards you, and you quickly jump out of the way, your right shoulder bumping into and against an array of sharp boxes behind you amid your haste. He makes it to the bathroom just in time and you sigh in relief, before hunching forward and pressing your weight back onto the heavy machinery in front of you, willing yourself to ignore the pulsating ache emanating from the soon-to-be bruised skin underneath your itchy and sweat-clad crew shirt.

You twist your wrist and momentarily close your eyes in gratitude as you feel an elastic roll itself down your clothed forearm and rest upon your kickstarting and erratic pulse point, feeling eager to tie your hair up once you finish up the task of getting the rest of the equipment together and cased out. The earlier crew did their best within their scheduled time slot, but even they couldn't finish up the job in that time. Guitars and other smaller instruments leisured haphazardly against everything from coolers and stairwells, and to the edge of the stage the boys had just recently performed on, and you force your eyes to reopen as you tiredly make your way over to the towering and newly organized rows of the Marshall and Hiwatt speakers, near to the end of the hall.

Squatting down to untangle and release the secured latch of the strap encircled around the equipment you just carted over, you slowly raise your head as you finally come to acknowledge a familiar set of shoes paused and waiting only a few feet away from you in your peripheral vision.

A frenzied and fast travelling flush makes its way up to your cheekbones and down your neck before you even attempt to make eye contact with the man standing to the side of you, and you let out a shaky exhale as wide brown eyes peer back down at you in earnest once you do.

"Kirk," you breathe, your eyes glancing over with mild interest as they take in the clenching of his fingers around his flimsy cup after you say his name in greeting. You finish up removing the safety strap and stand before you could allow yourself to put too much thought into his reaction, hurriedly pushing it to the back of your mind as you try to hide your blush in the slightly frizzy curtaining of your hair. "Enjoying the new year so far?" you try to casually ask him, hoping you don't sound as nearly affected as you feel from just by having him nearby.

The lead guitarist nods absentmindedly as his eyes rake themselves over your fatigued figure, his plush and full lips lifting up to relax in a soft smile as he leans forward to rest his drink on the nearest ledge closest to him. "Let me." He offers kindly, already moving forward and gently guiding you back with a hand on your hip before you could even verbalize a protest. Your already unstable breath stutters in your chest as the rough patches of his palm blazes heat against your dampened flesh, the added weight of his large hand making the reddened hue of your cheeks darken even more.

Kirk's thumb spreads out to caress the indented skin of the beginning of your hipbone, before leaving entirely as he goes to lift the piece of equipment on top of the set with ease. You quietly watch as he casually walks over and places the speaker on top of another, before returning over to your side to grasp onto an amp. You go to reach down to secure a zip tie around its long cord to try and be helpful, before stopping midway and letting out a strained cry as the skin around your bruising shoulder painfully constricts and stretches. Kirk's eyes widen at the sound, and a multitude of other pairs zero in to stare at you as you clench yours shut. Your uninjured shoulder jumps up as a hand encases itself around it, before relaxing as the coolness of a familiar ring grazes against the bare part of your lower neck.

"Are you alright, babe? You didn't hurt yourself, did you?" Kirk asks you quietly, the hand on you guiding you to stand behind him for a bit more privacy and a few more steps away from the tipsy bystanders. You go to shake your head and falsely reassure him that you're fine, before opening up your eyes and looking into his worried ones. You instead nod in defeat and lightly rest some of your weight on him, your left hand coming up to gesture toward your right shoulder.

"I thought some guy was going to spew on me and the cart, so I rushed to the side and jabbed myself on a few sharp boxes." Kirk lets out a soft sound of sympathy, his usually rough and quick hands delicately rubbing small circles in your tense skin and muscles to hopefully help you relax. "Will you let me take you to one of the backrooms and get you some ice? Maybe check you out a little bit better?"

"But the equipment," You start before trailing off weakly, peering up into his eyes with furrowed and pinched brows. Your resolve quickly titters off into little to nothing as he continues to dote on you and caress your skin, his intense gaze on you keeping you feeling warm. "You've already been here and on the clock for over twelve hours; the rest of your coworkers are either already at their hotel or with the other guys getting shitfaced, and we've still got another two days before we have to get everything cleared out and back on the road." Kirk tilts your chin up and holds you in place as he takes another step forward and closer to you, your chests almost pressed together and becoming one.

"How about you focus on yourself for once and let someone take care of you. Let me take care of you." His tone of voice being soft yet leaving no room for any further resistance or questioning, as his fingertip lightly taps itself on the cleft of your chin. The tips of your scuffed up shoes brush against his as you subconsciously and unknowingly lean forward in his soft grip, your eyelids feeling heavier and weighed down as his comforting scent wafts over to you through the close proximity. Kirk raises an eyebrow after a few heavy moments of you not answering him, a pleased grin painting itself on his handsome features as you quietly agree and allow him to slide his hand down your arm and gently tug you forward.

Alcohol-laden murmurs and hushed whispers advance themselves down the chilled hallway and into the open and overpopulated area, but neither one of you seem to care as the two of you slowly become well acquainted with the feeling of each other's hands as you descend away. And as Kirk flicks on a light switch and makes his way over to the mini fridge attached to the back wall of the room and silently beckons you over, the clock hits one.

⭒

You let out a faint sigh of relief as you feel Kirk press a towel filled with crushed up ice against the slightly swollen and puffy skin of your shoulder, the strap of your bra sliding down as you lean back into the cold compress and his stable hold. The musician sitting almost flushed against your back, watches with rapt attention as the white lace dances itself down your goosebump ridden extremity and stops to rest in the curved divot of your inner elbow.

"Thank you for taking care of me and making sure I was alright. I probably would have just ended up trying to ignore the pain and getting as much as I could get done within the last two hours of my shift." You allow a small smile to grace your face as you hear him grunt out a sound of displeasure at your words, a shiver running through your upper half as a droplet of the melting ice runs its way down the side of your back. An audible gasp tears through you as you feel the sensation of Kirk's calloused fingertip swipe it away, before continuously making its way down to the base of your spine.

"You're still so tense," Kirk murmurs, his free hand pressing its thumb and index fingers into the dimples adorning the skin of your bottom back. He pauses and halts his movements as a saddened thought invades its way into his mind. "You aren't uncomfortable with me, are you?"

You immediately shake your head no, an unsettling twinge basing itself in your gut as your nonverbal attempt of reassurance doesn't get a response or reaction back from him. As carefully as you can without creating any more physical discomfort for yourself, you twist around to face him. Kirk's hands raise to stop you from moving once he sets the towel off to the side, but you gently brush his hands down to rest in his lap.

"You don't make me uncomfortable," You try to comfort him, the small smile on your face sliding off as you take in the wary and cautious look on his. You anxiously bring your hands together on your leg and wring them together, before muttering out your next words. "You make me nervous." Kirk's facial expression softens as he watches you avert your eyes and look elsewhere, unable to stop himself from reaching out to set his hands on top of yours.

"Talk to me, baby. I can't help you out if you won't let me know what's going on or bothering you." You nod uneasily, untensing your hands so he can entangle his fingers in yours and place them on the small space in between you.

"You don't make me uncomfortable, Kirk. You make me nervous. Every time you reach out to me and ask if I need help, I get all nervous as hell and make a damn fool out of myself. I don't think I've dropped so many amp boxes in my entire life, compared to the handful I have here with you guy in this past year," You playfully try to tug your hands away from his, the flush reappearing on your cheeks as his kisses the back of one of yours in a silent apology. "You haven't done anything wrong. The complete opposite, actually."

Your eyes snap back to his as he entirely lets go of your hands and carefully rearranges your legs to wrap them around him, your jean clad calves now pressed firmly against the back of his middle and the leg of the cushioned furniture, as he tugs you toward him. You rest your hands on his chest and lightly clutch onto the worn-out fabric as his hands find purchase on your waist.

"And what if I felt the same way about you?" He asks, his eyes filling with mirth as he watches yours widen in surprise, his glancing down to your now gaping lips as you part them in shock. "What if I told you that I've broken more guitar string that I should have been allowed to get away with, because I was too busy looking at you? Watching you run around and help everybody, exhausting yourself every single day on this tour and wanting to reach out and help you unwind? What if I told you that I set up this entire New Years after party, so that I could finally find enough courage to come over and tell you about how I felt myself?"

You let out a disbelieving huff of laughter, the shaking of your head causing your hair to cling to the sides of your face. "There's no way."

"Oh yeah, because the boys would never be alright with me inviting the roadies, or anyone else they happen to find attractive enough along to hang back with them and drink some alcohol after a concert." You stop laughing at that, your hands unclenching the fabric of his shirt and instead reaching up to rest against his shoulders, as he looks down at you with conviction.

"I've been gone for you for the past few months, and the only reason why I haven't had enough guts to say anything sooner is because you're so kind with everyone, and I wasn't able to tell if it was any different with me." His slightly shaking hands come up to grasp onto your chin once again, this time tugging you forward to rest your forehead against his.

"You are the most beautiful, hardworking, kind and patient woman I've ever met, and you knock me straight on my ass with just a single look, every single time and with no effort." You blink back tears and send him a tremor of a nervous smile, your heart beating insurmountably fast in your chest.

"And you are the most handsome, hardworking, down to earth, kickass lead guitarist I have ever had the honor of working with." Kirk lets out a shuttered bout of laughter as you lightly brush your lips against his, his grip on your chin losing strength and wavering as you whisper against him.

"Unwind me, then."

⭒

A giggle filters itself out from in between your kiss swollen lips as your legs are raised and placed onto Kirk's lap, you semi helpfully lifting your lower half from underneath you as he tugs down on the seemingly skintight fabric.

"Why in the absolute fucking world are your pants so tight for?" He huffs out, faux annoyance painted on his features before his expression smooths out and turns into an affectionate smile, the sound of your joy causing his heart to feel like it's beating out of his chest. The man in front of you lets out a cheer once he's able to tug them down and off from around your ankles, and your laughter settles into a gasp as his lips begin to trail up your bare legs.

Stubble roughly etches its own temporary indentation into your skin as he sucks and bites marks into your trembling limbs, and you can feel his grin widen against you the closer he gets to your clothed and wet sex. Heat pillows in your groin and a whine builds up in your throat as he stops to create another hickey on your inner thigh, this time only a few inches away from where you truly wanted him to be, his hands holding your stomach down in place as you squirm impatiently.

"Please, I need you." Kirk's eyes close in euphoria at the unsteady tone in your voice, his head raising and mouth removing itself from your purpling skin to dart up towards your pussy, his tongue peeking out to tease you through the cotton. Groaning as your slick pearls out through the fabric and envelops his tastebuds, Kirk lolls his appendage out to run it along your clothed folds, his spit darkening the fabric and causing it to cling to your swollen and pulsating folds.

"Fuck, if I could take a picture of you, I would." He whispers out, his eyes transfixed on the way you push against his hold in desperation, before he mercifully pulls your underwear down and immediately laps at your soaked clit. The cry that you weep lashes itself around the room and bleeds its way underneath the paper-thin door, and you buck against his dripping mouth as one of his hands reach down to bundle up the undergarment and shove it into his back pocket for safe keeping.

Kirk twists his tongue inside of your folds in a figure 8, causing your eyes to roll back in your head and your ankles to cross themselves behind his head, the action silently pleading for him not to pull back or tease. You let out a damn near scream once a single digit is thrusted its way inside of you and easily finds your spongelike spot, your eyes stinging from the dual sensation, it almost feeling like overstimulation even though you haven't orgasmed yet.

Your hand releases itself from around the pillow he carefully placed behind you to protect your injured shoulder, it easily finding purchase in his curly and wild locks as his tongue enters your entrance alongside his finger, his nose nudging against your clit and giving you the perfect amount of friction. Kirk harshly moans out against you as you tangle your fingers in his mane and yank, a second finger sliding inside of you and roughly nudging against your g-spot with relentless revenge. The combination of his tongue and two fingers inside of you and his moans reverberating over your sensitive sex brings you to your first climax, your legs clamping their way around his head and forcing him to stay in place as his mouth and hand continue to pleasure you without stopping.

You sob out his name and writhe in place as he continues to go down on you, only slowing down and licking you clean once he looks up to see large tear stains matting themselves on your cheeks.

"Want you." You brokenly whisper, your legs slowly unwinding from around him and allowing him to lean back. A fresh wave of slick pulses out of you as you take in his drunken expression, your cum covering his chin and jaw and nearly dripping down his neck. You carefully sit up before tugging his shirt over his head and bringing him up to your level, your tongue darting out to taste yourself on his sweat covered skin. Kirk pants out against you before lightly wrapping a hand around your throat to tug you into an opened mouth and messy kiss. You moan into him as the taste of your musk finds its way to you as he licks and teases you, and he grunts as your hand slides down to his covered bulge, your fingers pulsing around his generous length in a teasing manner.

"Baby, please don't." He pleads, squeezing his eyes shut as his balls tighten and raise, heat rushing to his groin and causing his dick to jerk in your grip. You lick your lips in hunger as you feel him pulsate against you, before slightly raising your hand and beginning to unbutton his jeans.

"You don't have to." He tries to assure you, although his hips buck upward to help you yank his jeans and briefs down all at once. "Want to feel you inside of me." You murmur out against his lips, drinking in his whimpers as you reach down to gather some of your wetness to use it as a lubricant to slide your hand down his red and angry shaft.

"Yeah? You can have whatever you'd like, baby. Use me." He moans as you gently push him back to lie down on the couch beneath the two of you, his hands coming up to steady you as you shuffle on top of him and get into a comfortable squatting position.

You gasp loudly as you feel the tip of his dick nudge and twitch against your still oversensitive clit as you ready yourself, and you both let out resounding and punched out sighs of relief as you slowly lower yourself onto his accommodating and girthy length.

"Happy New Years, baby." Kirk shakily jokes from beneath you, before gripping onto your hips to guide you up and down his weeping cock, your soaked and clenching walls welcoming him in every single time.

Happy New Years, indeed.

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)

⭒ 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)

Room For More ☆ Jason Newsted, Kirk Hammett (18+)

You bite back a smile and raise your cup to your slightly parted lips as a familiar set of arms encircle themselves around you from behind, your eyes nearly closing in bliss as your boyfriend's touch emanates much needed warmth and the heady taste of lager floods its way into your awaiting mouth. Your upper half feels pleasantly weighed down as your eyes venture over and through the ever-growing crowd impatiently barreling its way into the dressing room you two currently stood in, goosebumps awakening and creating dormancy on your exposed flesh as Jason's hands begin to wander their way down and explore.

You unevenly swallow as large and calloused palms make their way past and inside the top of your jeans and rest just above the beginning of your underwear, the studded and uneven designed rings adorning his thick and long fingers nearly intertwine themselves in the loose strands of fabric inside your pants as he does so. Light russet brown curls tickle the side of your neck as Jason rests his chin on your partially bare right shoulder, his rough-skinned fingertips gently massaging and drawing figure 8's into the soft skin just underneath the ending of the flimsy lace and cotton, on the precipice of your inner thighs.

"Hi baby," He breathes out as a greeting, nearly against you. The cadence in his soft and loving tone makes you fully relax back in his embrace, the motion lulling the two of you even closer together and nearly merging you both into one being. You turn your head to the side and place a wet kiss to his jawline, a light laugh making its way out of you as you watch him playfully raise his eyebrow in faux shock. Your laughter dies down and stutters to a hitched exhale as his blue and slightly dilated eyes peer down at your raised and beer-damp lips, his fingertips subconsciously pressing themselves even deeper into your sensitive skin and creating temporary indentations as he watches them further part and suck in a shaky breath. "Missed you."

Your heartbeat unevenly flutters in your chest at his sweet admission of truth, your tongue nervously coming out to flick against your drying lips as he brings his face even closer to yours. "I missed you too." You admit, your voice barely audible and coherent over the yelling and tipsy strangers in the room with you, completely ignorant and unknowing of the tension building in between the two of you in the back of it, near one of the exits. You eagerly inhale the intoxicating scent of your boyfriend's natural musk and cologne as his lips brush against yours, the grasp you have on your cup nearly loosening as his fingers curl up and bunch the fabric of your underwear in a slight grip.

"Oh yeah?" Jason murmurs, his bottom lip connecting with yours as he physically embodies every vowel and consonant he uses to speak to you with. You needily nod and blush as he chuckles at your enthusiasm, his eyes darkening and slitting as he hungrily takes in all of your aborted and heavy breaths breathed out against him. "How about you show me, and our guest how much you missed me then?"

You furrow your brows in confusion at his teasing words and tone, before freezing in place and shutting your eyes in mortification. "Who is it?" You ask in a groan, lowering your head to rest it against your boyfriend's chin as he heartily laughs out into the frenzied air.

"Just your best friend, is all," Jason announces easily, as if acknowledging Kirk watching you both from afar was nothing out of the ordinary. "Want me to invite him over?" You raise your head and open your eyes to gape at him in shock, before raising your free hand to lightly smack at his side once you see the amusement painting his features. You can't help but grin back at him as you watch his tired face brighten up from your reaction, all annoyance gone as he placatingly loosens his grip from around the fabric and grazes his thumb over your hipbone.

"He's your friend too, you know? They all are." You lightly remind him, fighting back the urge to roll your eyes as he lowers his head to lap at the side of your neck instead of verbally answering you. Jason half asses a grunt against your reddening skin, before moderately biting into the junction of your neck to leave a love bite. You moan out into the chilled air and nearly close your eyes, before a familiar head of curly hair grasps onto your attention in your dazed and slightly blurred, peripheral vision.

"Jason," you gasp as he sucks on your now bruising and welting skin, his ring finger traveling down your flesh to lightly tap against your still clothed and now pulsating clit. "Jason. Kirk's coming over." Jason lets out a sound filled with mirth against you, before pulling away and raising his head to look into your blown wide pupils and enlarged eyes.

"If you aren't comfortable with this, baby, just say the word and I'll take you to some place more private. This is all about you, and for you. We can wait." Jason promises you, swears. You go to open your mouth to question him, but pause as a third hand lightly wraps itself around your waist and almost beckons you forward. Kirk sends you a slightly nervous, but still beaming look as you gaze up at him from your position in between your boyfriend's legs and embrace.

"Did he talk to you yet?" Kirk asks you, his eyes trailing down your middle and finding purchase on the hands currently resting and caressing you in your pants. You let out a sound of disbelief and snap your head to the right, your boyfriend beginning to look sheepish as you glower at him. "You had this planned?" You question him, embarrassment filling and overwhelming you as Kirk takes the drink from out of your hand and places it off to the side. Jason starts to look regretful, bending down to place a calming kiss on your pursed lips as you tense in his hold and go to lift your back off of his front.

"It isn't what you think, I promise. You told me that you had a crush on Kirk when you were younger and all growing up together, and him and I had drinks and smoked on the road a few days ago. Came out while we were hammered, and he admitted to used to liking you too, and we just bullshitted around it for a while until this idea came to mind," Jason explains, his hands coming out from inside of your denim and up to lightly rub at your sides as he attempts to comfort you. "We spoke about maybe bringing someone else into the bedroom with us at some point down the line a few times before, and I thought that you wouldn't feel any more comfortable than with someone who knows you as well as I do. In some ways, at least."

Kirk nods and offers you a gentle smile of agreeance, the sight of his crooked and endearing smile making it hard for you to hold on to any further embarrassment or hesitation. "It's true. We spoke about this for hours and we planned on making this a private thing, but the rest of the guys ended up bringing the roadies and their girls backstage with them, and it all just kind of went to shit. I only came over here to offer the private room to you guys in case you and Jason still wanted to have a good night together, before we have to get back on the road for the next venue and concert," you watch as he playfully raises a key and waves it in your line of vision, before placing it on the table beside you and taking a step back, his hand falling from your side. "The last thing we wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable, or make you feel like we were teasing you and fucking around with your feelings. I've wanted you for a while, but if this isn't what you want and your feelings are only for Jason, I completely understand."

You take in a deep breath and listen intently as Kirk trails off in a despondent tone, your hands coming up to rest on top of Jason's as he places a kiss on the top of your spine. "Jason will always be more than enough for me, but I have thought about you joining us a few times." You admit, bashful, a smile growing on your lips as you watch your best friend straighten up and lick his own. Jason's hands shift from underneath yours for your attention, his thumbs encircling around your own to caress them gently as he murmurs your name against the shell of your ear.

Blue eyes meet yours from over your shoulder, and your boyfriend nods in the direction of your best friend before sending you a sideways grin. "I'd take up the offer if I was you, baby. Five more minutes alone, and our lead guitarist is going to have a broad hanging off of each one of his arms." You giggle as Kirk's cheeks suddenly ablaze, the rare shyness while being around the two of you both brand new and sparking your interest, the warmth in your groin reigniting as you watch your best friend's eyes dance down your figure, starving-like and slow, before turning almost shy again.

You glance back at Jason one last time for confirmation, before nodding and stretching an arm out to grasp onto the key. You raise it in their line of vision and wave it around like Kirk had done earlier, a large smile making its way on your face and anticipation building itself in your core as they both let out matching sounds of amusement and expectancy.

"Take me to the private room then, boys."

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"How am I supposed to make my way into all of this again, exactly?" Kirk asks you both, a tinge of nerves in his tone and his eyes erratically glancing in between the two of you. The on-and-off confidence your best friend showed earlier begins to slowly deplete as you all make your way down to the room, the party somehow still as loud as it was when you were all inside, now twenty feet away and with one of the two doors shut. Jason wraps an arm around his shoulders and brings him in close as he did with you earlier, you smiling gently and clasping onto one of Kirk's hands, as James and Cliff whistle and shout from the other end of the hallway.

"You filthy fucks!" "Get it on!" As it turns out, you three, especially you and Jason, weren't as subliminal and discreet as you all thought you had been. Kirk grins despite his nervousness and directs a hand behind his back to give two of his other best friends the middle finger. The loud bouts of drunken laughter that follow after the gesture makes you all smile and partially relax, their rowdiness comforting and familiar grounding before such a new beginning and experience.

"In the past year and a half I've been with you guys, I've never once seen you this strung up and nervous before a lay. What gives?" Jason responds and asks, a playful hint in his voice to hide his full-on curiosity. Kirk raises an arm to wrap it around Jason's waist and squeezes your hand before answering, glancing at you only momentarily. "I'm not nervous because I'm getting laid, I'm nervous because it's you. Well, the both of you, actually." You and Jason share a silent look, and both hold back smiles as you each catch onto the hidden words and meaning.

"It isn't going to be weird because we're your friends or because we're dating. You aren't going to make a mess of things, and we can stop at any point in case it all becomes a bit too much. Our friendship and all of our comfortability comes before any of this." You reassure him, peering over at the door they stop in front of, Jason leaning against the frame and looking completely relaxed as you take it in. Your boyfriend sends you both an untamed grin, before clicking his tongue and nodding toward the private sign dangling haphazardly on a nail in the chipped door.

"Might end up with splinters in our asses, if the bed and framing are as messed up as the finish of this wood," he jokes, before sending Kirk a hearty and heavy look. "I invited you because I trust you, we both do. There's no one else I feel as certain to do this with, especially with my girl involved, man. There's always been space for you in our friendship and relationship, what makes it so different now that we're including you in our sex life too?" You blush at the vulgarity of his words, a complete contrast and opposition to how you were with him only a few minutes prior.

"What happens if feelings get involved? What if someone ends up wanting more?" Kirk asks, his confidence coming back after all the reassurance, now fully able to steadily look you and Jason both in the eye. Jason's cobalt eyes flash over to you, self-assured and secure, before shrugging and flipping the sign over to read occupied.

"For you, there's always room for more," he states easily, bending down to place a thankful kiss to your lips as you hand the key over to him. As your boyfriend unlocks the door for all three of you and pushes it open, you and Kirk share small, shy smiles. Whatever happens next, you were sure you were all looking forward to it.

You take in a deep breath as you follow the both of them in, Jason staying back to hold the door open for you. Butterflies erupt in the cage of your midsection as the door shuts behind you with a resounding click and the lights flicker on, a bright, yellow-tinged luminescence. You all glance at each other, before instinctively moving forward, Jason enveloping himself straight against your back and Kirk somehow already knowing how to mold himself to the front of you. And as your best friends lips make contact with your yours for the very first time and you boyfriend makes his way down the base of your spine with his mouth and teasing teeth, only four words come to mind.

To making more room.

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You let out a soft pitter of laughter as Kirk trails his lips down your sternum, the light fabric of your t-shirt now untied and pillowed near your feet on the carpet. You feel his lips turn upward against your shivering skin as his mouth continues to tickle you, your boyfriend's mouth already at the base of your spine and mouthing at the back of your jeans.

"Why don't you tell Kirk what your favorite fantasy with all of us together is?" Jason suggests mercilessly, his domineering tone out of character but still pleasantly welcomed. Your best friend looks up at you with wide brown eyes, his red and bitten lips now only a few centimeters away from one of your perked and swollen nipples. You let out a moan as your boyfriend wraps his arms around you from behind to unbutton your jeans and lightly tug them down. "Go ahead, sweetheart."

You lick your lips and cry out a gasp as Kirk tongues his way around your areola, the same time as Jason's rough thumb makes contact with your clit through your soaking wet underwear. Kirk's mouth makes an audible slurping sound as he hollows his lips to suck at the mound of your breast, his free hand coming up to grasp and fondle the other, his thumb and index fingers tantalizingly rubbing your other nipple to intense sensitivity. You let out a pleasured hiss as Jason lightly pinches your clit in retaliation to not answering his question. I'm waiting.

"I picture Kirk on top of me, mounting me, while you're fucking my mouth and using me." You shakily whisper out, your face completely red and your lips gaping open in pleasure as your underwear are pushed to the side and a thick finger is ran through your folds.

"Sounds good, doesn't it?" Jason asks Kirk, a pleasured jolt shocking through you as your best friend disconnects from you to watch as your boyfriend brings you pleasure, his hand reaching down to cup his own dick in the confines of his tight jeans.

You watch as Kirk unzips his zipper and hurriedly removes himself from his briefs, letting out a sigh of relief as his cockhead slaps against his lower stomach and twitches with painful arousal. "So fucking good." Your mouth waters as he reaches down to twist his palm against his shaft and makes a fist, the pleasured arch of a wrinkle making its way in between his eyebrows as he pants is almost beautiful.

Jason makes his way to your front and helps you carefully remove your underwear and jeans down the rest of your legs and from around your ankles, before kneeling in front of you and leaning forward to lap at your swollen clit without any warning. The sound that expels and forces itself out of your throat is close to a wail, and you have to fist handfuls of his hair as your legs threaten to let you fall and give out from beneath you. You force yourself to keep your eyes open as Kirk pants and lets out moans of his own, the copious amount of precum leaking from his tip being more than enough for his tightening fist to use as lube.

Tears spring to your eyes as two thick fingers delicately make their way inside of your already clenching entrance, curling up and hitting your spongelike spot with finesse as soon as they reach hilt and his last knuckle. Jason sits back on the balls of his feet and watches as you fall apart from his fingers alone, the sound of his wet wrist making harsh contact with the inside of your tremoring thighs loud enough to make anyone within twenty feet blush and turn away.

Jason turns his head to glance at Kirk, before simply saying, "Stop." You watch in awe as Kirk's hand goes slack and falls limp on his thigh, his dick weeping another bead of precum as your boyfriend gives him an appraising look. "Good boy. Wouldn't want you to cum before you fuck our girl, isn't that right?" You pant out harshly in the nearly quiet room, the only sounds being your punched out moans and your boyfriend's wrist flicking upwards to fuck his lengthy fingers in and out of you.

You hastily reach down for Jason's arm and partially squat as your first orgasm barrels its way through you, your fists tightening and tugging on your boyfriend's hair as you do so, causing him to moan out loud from the pain and speed up his ministrations until you gasp out his name and plead for him to stop.

"Jason, please." You whimper and cry out, your boyfriend grasping onto your waist with his free hand just in time to catch you before you fall, your upper legs going numb and unable to stop seizing as you narrowly land in his lap. Jason coos and balances the combination of both of your weights, before standing up and bringing you with him. Kirk shakily rises and makes way for the both of you, readjusting you into a comfortable position as Jason lies you down on the uneven, makeshift bed.

Kirk's eyes stare down at you ravenously, his undivided attention only shifting off of you once two glistening fingers are placed in his line of sight. You watch as your boyfriend raises an eyebrow and glances down at his own digits, before imitating an opening mouth multiple times. "I bet you were wondering how she tastes," after Kirk's almost dazed and answering nod, Jason places his nearly dripping with arousal index and middle finger's right against the swell of his bottom lip. "Why don't you have a little taste then, hm?"

Your breath hitches as Kirk's eyes flicker over to Jason's and his lips part widely in submission, his tongue peeking out from in between his kiss chapped lips for an easier glide into his awaiting mouth. Jason smiles at him gently, pleased, before sliding his fingers into his warm opening, raising an eyebrow as your best friends lips enclose around them and almost suck them in.

Your clit pulses back to life as you watch Kirk's cock bead and dribble, his prerelease almost landing on your thigh and mixing in with your own. Jason removes his fingers from his mouth once they're licked clean, before bending down to a squat and taking your head in between his hands. "You think you can take another round?" Your boyfriend asks you, his gentle smile turning into a wolfish grin as he watches you glare up at him indignantly. "I'll take that as a yes."

You watch, enraptured, as your boyfriend undresses himself. It's like the first time each time, with the sound of his belt clanking together before silently hitting the carpeted floor. The muscles contract and tense in his visible forearms as he bends over to shove his jeans down his thick legs, his shirt causing his hair to mess and frizz as he lifts it up and over his head, his thick and long, accommodating length welcoming you with a bob as he kicks his briefs off from around his ankles.

You glance over at Kirk and blush as he lets go of his shirt and allows it to join in on the piles of discarded clothes already on the floor, his lean and soft ridged muscles encapsulating his body type in the most perfect way. A thick and yet cleanly trimmed happy trail makes its way down to his beautiful looking cock, already leaking and weeping precum everywhere and just begging to be inside of you. Kirk licks his lips repetitively, as if your musky and natural essence coated his mouth entirely during the taste test your boyfriend allowed him to have. Dark, spirally curls fan out around his sweaty face and cling to the sides of his cheekbones, his jeans now removed and legs tense as if he's fighting back the urge to jump you and take you in any way he's allowed.

Your legs spread open on their own accord as you feel a gush of arousal pearl and slowly make its way down your swollen and glistening pussy lips. A small and tired smile finds purchase on your face as you hear them both groan out in unison, and you shift to position yourself as you would in your favorite fantasy once you feel you have enough upper body strength: your body resting in the middle of the bed with your head being the only limb hanging off of it, your hands resting on either side of your head with open palms up, and your legs spread wide open and welcoming.

Jason lets out a winded curse as he makes his way over to where your head hangs off, placing a warm and gentle hand on the middle of the back of your head and bending down to guide you into a wet and promising kiss. Your tongues tangle together despite the contradicting position, your lips making audible smacks and thick trails of spit landing on your forehead as he gently moves away. Jason looks down at you in loving disbelief, as you already looked fucked out from his fingers and kisses alone. "You ready, Hammett?"

Kirk has to physically shake his head as if he's in a trance or a stupor, and you have to bite back a giggle as you watch your boyfriend look over at him exasperatedly. Kirk lets out a laugh of disbelief of his own as he stares down and marvels at you, his feet moving on their own accord as he finds himself kneeling on the edge of the bed and taking you in as you display yourself for them. You reach out and interlace your fingers with his own, your smile seemingly deemed delicate and comforting enough to have Kirk nodding his head and glancing up at your boyfriend with finality.

"Ready."

☆

The first slide of your boyfriend's dick in your mouth is coincided and partially interrupted with Kirk's first full thrust inside of you, causing you to jolt upwards and nearly deepthroat the entirety of your boyfriend's length, while unprepared. You scramble for purchase on your boyfriend's thighs as you slide yourself back into place and only take him halfway, your tongue lolling out to massage the thick vein pulsating itself alongside your overly salivating tongue.

Kirk lets out a moan of an apology and he squeezes his eyes shut, the warm and tight heat of your walls being almost too much for him to handle at once, while your boyfriend carefully pushes the hair out of your face, whispering praises down to you as he carefully begins to fuck his way in and out of your mouth.

Tears cling to your lashes as Jason and Kirk somehow manage to find a matching thrust rhythm, each moan of yours being muffled by the length slowly making its way in and out of your throat and adding even more pleasure for your boyfriend. Kirk's thrusts hit right above your spot every time, each stroke of his hips almost bringing you even closer to your second orgasm, his added weight pressing onto your stomach in the most delicious way as he mounts you and fucks deep into you. You try to lift your hips to help Kirk rub his cockhead lower and against your g-spot, but your legs are too weak to even raise or wrap around his waist. Jason notices your slight struggle and laughs quietly to himself, before sending you a reassuring look.

You shout as your boyfriend leans forward to gently beckon Kirk to lift his upper half off of you, only to reach down and roughly rub at your clit with three fingers. Your best friend mutters out a curse, his eyes blown wide and his hands scrambling to keep you in place as your boyfriend directs him to situate himself in a lower position to help you cum faster. "She's so fucking pretty, isn't she?" Jason asks him as your tongue stretches out to massage his raising and tightening ballsack, his face only inches away from Kirk's and grinning as you swallow around him and rest your nose against his trimmed pubes and pubic bone.

Spit trails down your forehead and temples in thick globs as you shallowly breathe out around him, the slightly lack of oxygen only adding on to the insurmountable amount of pleasure you were currently feeling, eyes nearly crossing and rolling back in your head as Kirk follows your boyfriend's instructions and almost immediately hits your cervix and g-spot dead on.

"The prettiest," Kirk moans out, his tone lowering to a grunt as he bottoms his way out in you and thrusts in small pulses, his cockhead now easily nudging against your spots and your pussy walls eagerly sucking him in. "So fucking tight around me, I don't think I'm going to last long." Jason's lips spread wide as he moans once you suck against his shaft harshly, forcing himself not to fuck your throat as roughly as he'd like to with you already feeling sexually overwhelmed.

"Making us feel so good, pretty." Jason praises, letting out an echoing and ricocheted breathy moan as you raise one of your hands to fondle at his balls and the other to wrap around the base of his dick. Kirk stares at Jason as he feels his balls tighten and his cock begin to spurt out a large amount of precum as your walls begin to spasm around him, your second and last orgasm making you clench around Kirk so tightly, he wasn't able to continue thrusting.

Jason continuously rubs at your clit as he watches your bottom half flail and try to get away from his touch, before looking into Kirk's eyes to tell him exactly what he needed to hear. "You can let go."

Kirk's eyes widen as he's granted permission to cum, and the tight coil in his stomach seems to snap at your boyfriend's words. His hips roughly thrust and fuck their way into you with reckless abandon, his seed adding even more warmth into your already sweating and overexerted body. Jason carefully makes his way from on top of you once your hands begin to shake and your jaw begins to slack with exhaustion, his own hand creating a fist to fuck into as he slides his dick from out of your mouth.

Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow down at you as you lift a shaky hand and wrap it around his ministrative wrist, before gently tugging it away. "Finish in me." You barely whisper, the grated tone of your voice making his cock twitch and drop a teardrop worth of cum in between your own. You both blink at each other, before falling into deep laughter as the droplet runs down and condenses itself into the spit already drying and matting itself in your hair.

"If you're sure." Jason only moves once you nod in agreeance, taking the long way around so he doesn't have you shift your already sore and tensing neck. You look over and beckon Kirk to sit down next to you as your boyfriend carefully lifts up your hips and places a pillow underneath your backside. Your best friend sits right next to your head and begins to gently run his fingers through the mess of your hair, letting out a huff of amusement as his fingers get caught and tangled up in the first try.

"Maybe next time." You tiredly draw, sending Kirk a small smile as you watch him beam down at you and try to move your hair out of the way instead. Jason watches you two softly, before reaching down to delicately graze your clit, a barely audible coo coming from out of his lips at you lightly wince at the slight oversensitivity.

"I know, baby, I know." Jason slowly eases his way into you, relief filling him as he realizes that his plan of distracting you with stimulation would ease the discomfort of him entering you had worked. Your lips part with surprised pleasure as Jason slowly thrusts his cock in and out of you, the stretch only pleasant and your body fully welcoming his slightly girthier length as he carefully uses you for his own release. Kirk watches as your body greedily sucks him back in with every thrust and movement of your boyfriend's hips, as if even though you were exhausted and spent, your body still craved his release and wanted to be fully bred.

You carefully lift a still tremoring leg and wrap it around Jason's waist, pressing the hell of your foot into the dimpled skin of his lower back. "You know what I want you to do, don't you?" You murmur, swallowing drily as your throat protests every vowel and movement. Jason mindfully propels himself forward and rests his hands on either side of your head, his eyes searching in yours as he feels his abs start to constrict and his groin begin to burn.

"You want me to breed you nice and full, have me watch as my seed runs down your legs afterwards. Want me to feed it to you." You moan in unison with Jason as his cockhead continuously makes contact with your spongelike spot, shock running through you as you feel another seemingly impossible orgasm build inside of you.

"That's right, sweetheart. You're so fucking smart. So good and open for me, still nice and tight after all we did to you." Kirk's cock begins to fill once again as he filters your praise as his own, his hands gripping onto his thighs as he watches you both moan into each other's mouths and cum together at once.

Kirk watches as you both impossibly and easily fall into each other like puzzle pieces, and he falsely smiles to himself before lifting himself off of the bed and reaching down to grab ahold of his underwear. Jason raises his head from yours and raises an eyebrow as he makes eye contact with his band member from in between his legs. Kirk bites back a huff of amusement as he sees the shock on his best friend's face at his flexibility, before freezing at the words that come out of his mouth next.

"And where exactly do you think you're going?" You tilt your head to the side and frown as you see your best friend pause in the middle of reaching for his pants.

"Come back to bed, we've got like three more hours until we're kicked out of here and you guys are back out on the road." You lightly instruct, your heart beginning to feel heavy as you catch sight of the insecure expression on Kirk's face. You lightly tap on Jason's shoulders to flip you two over once he carefully removes himself from inside of you, and you go to sit up on his chest to gain some height, smiling down at him gratefully as his hands encircle themselves around your waist to steady you and keep you upright.

"I don't think you guys have enough space for me in there, or anywhere else." Jason goes to open his mouth to rebut, before stopping as you place a firm hand on his chest, your other reaching out for Kirk to grab onto. Once he hesitantly walks on over, you entangle your fingers with his and delicately tug him back into bed, and into yours and Jason's welcoming arms.

"For you, there's always room for more."

A to Z ⭒ Kirk Hammett (18+)

Ask It was one thing to ask, and an entirely other thing to plead and beg. And Kirk loves it when you beg. From the first crack in your voice, down to the quivering of your bottom lip and chin, and the first whine you let out and mewl. It brings him personal pleasure to know how much you need him, and how desperate you end up becoming when he deprives you of it. He'd only give in once you're shedding a tear and writhing, or once you begin to look overwhelmed and like you truly can't wait or hold on any longer. His second favorite thing is when you finally cum around him, - whether it be his tongue, dick, or fingers- and you thank him with the little amount of oxygen you have left, your entire body shaking and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He loves bringing you down to your basic wants and desires in bed, and allowing you to forget about everything else in that moment.

Bondage He'd use anything he had around him if he felt like you were in the right headspace to be restrained and held back, like your underwear or his belt. He finds security in the amount of trust you give him when you hand over your ability to fully move around, and it gives him more leeway to position you in whichever way he pleases during sex or foreplay. He loves watching you pant as he goes down on you, his cockhead pearling with pre-ejaculate as he watches you strain against the leather of his belt or the material of your underwear, before your release coats his tongue, and the taste of you convinces him into another round of sticking his appendage inside of you and fingering you until you cry.

Cunnilingus Kirk is both a giver and a receiver, and sometimes he prefers both at the same time. When he does, it mostly ends up with you sitting on his face, your slick clit finding friction on the stubble covering his chin while you swallow around him, down to the hilt with tears in your eyes. Sometimes, he blindly holds you up and grips onto your waist to help you grind against him, while his tongue rubs itself on the walls of your inner silk and brings you over the edge. Other times, he's lazily lapping at your weeping entrance as he bears his hips upward to fuck into your slobbering and wet mouth, his feet planted on the bed underneath him for leverage as he continuously uses your throat.

Dirty Talk He knows that the low tone in his voice as he teases you and whispers into your ear drives you crazy, so he uses it to his own advantage, even at inappropriate times. If you even bend over to pick something up, he's making his way over to you, pulling you flush against his front, and making you blush in front of everyone else in the room. He brushes his lips on the soft cartilage of your earlobe and grins to himself as he feels you shiver and subconsciously begin to lean into his touch and warmth. As soon as he promises to bend you over somewhere near, even lower than you had just been, whatever plans you two made earlier would be ruined, and you two would rush off to ensure he kept his word, even if you two were in public.

Edging Although he loves to tease you and bring you close to the edge, just to stop and do it again until you beg, he enjoys edging himself too. If you two are having slow morning sex and he wants to make it last longer, to keep himself buried inside of you, he'd make sure to pause every time you orgasmed and brought him near, just to continue to feel you tighten around him and attempt to milk him dry. It would make his eventual orgasm twice as strong, and it'd sensitize you and keep you feeling full. If you were in the mood for cockwarming, he'd make sure to keep you near and in his lap, and only fuck into you whenever you were ready, and edge you both until the two of you became overstimulated and felt satiated.

Foreplay If he was going to engage in foreplay with you, he was going to take his time. You two would start outside of the bedroom, and eventually make your way inside. He'd lightly kiss you and make you arch into his gentle touches, so soft it'd nearly have you taking initiative and grabbing at him. He'd have you close your eyes as he licked his way down the areas of your unclothed skin, and take advantage of your lack of visual sensory. He'd have you pressing yourself into every unknown touch he'd give you, and you'd be gasping and soaking through your underwear before you even managed to get onto the bed. Once he had you there and almost fully undressed, he'd be out of patience, and he'd stop teasing you. Warm, calloused fingertips would dig themselves into your skin and situate you into a position where you're on your knees, and you'd whimper out his name as he flattened himself in between your spread-out legs to push the cotton to the side and get his first taste of you, with your eyes still squeezed shut.

Groping There was rarely ever a time where his hands weren't on you in some way, and if they weren't, the people around you two would assume there was something wrong. He wouldn't be overly affectionate or clingy, but his hands would be on you often, to assure you he was there, and that you were his. If at some point his hands were occupied while you were around, your leg was either on top of his, or your own would be carding at the hairs collecting themselves against his nape and upper back. With how comfortable and used to each other the two of you two just so happen to be, that's where the groping comes in. Sometimes he forgot about boundaries, at least the one's the two of you placed while you two were in public. He'd subconsciously rest his hands in the back pockets of your jeans and lightly grab at your ass while in mid- conversation, leaving you to force yourself not to blush and turn your head to hide your face in his chest. If he was drunk, it'd be even worse. He'd have his mouth attached to the side of your neck, sucking and biting marks into your bruising flesh, and his free hand not holding onto his beer, sliding its way down to the hem of your underwear, uncaring of who was around to see and watch. If it was just you guys at home, he'd have a relaxed hand splayed anywhere from on top of one of your breasts, down to your ankle resting on his lap. If you were in close vicinity, he was on you, or you were on him.

Hickeys You're covered in them. Some are obvious, like on your neck, and some are hidden. Private. They mostly traveled in a trail, where they start on your neck, and end near the backs of your knees. Sometimes they were made and sucked and bitten into you during foreplay and sex, and other times, while you two were relaxing and watching tv or lying down next to each other. Kirk just loves every inch of you, and has an oral fixation from hell. If he isn't kissing you or preoccupied with something else, he's pressing kisses on the tops of your hands, or creating different sized hickeys to cover the entirety of half of your skin. You didn't mind them all that much, and secretly found pleasure when he pressed down on them days later, the small twinge of pain turning into warmth in your groin as his hands made their way down further.

Intercrural He loves the dual sensation of you sucking on his cockhead while he fucks himself through your squeezed together breasts. Even though they're missing the tightness and warmth of your walls, he loves seeing your tongue elongated and hungrily peeking out to get a taste of his prerelease. He'd tease you with his tip, and laugh to himself as you tried to wrap your lips around his girth, only for him to pull himself away and continue to use your chest as a temporary substitute for your pussy. By the time he came on your chest, neck and lips, your tongue was still hanging out, your chest was heaving, and spit trailed itself down from your mouth in translucent and semi white globs.

Jealousy Kirk was never too prone to jealously himself, but when he did get jealous, he wouldn't get angry or vengeful. He would simply shut himself down and isolate. You would notice him acting off faster than anyone else, since you two were usually attached by the hip, and you would quickly make your way back over to him as soon as you did. He would settle almost immediately as soon as you wrapped yourself around him, and would eventually laugh it off once you explained to him who the other person was and what they wanted. Him telling you he was alright wouldn't be enough for you, and you intentionally stuck by him for the rest of the night while you two were out, whispering reassurances to him during the rest of the event, and riding him once the two of made it back home. You'd rest your forehead against his and grind home after each time you lifted your hips, pelvis to pelvis, proving to him that you were his as much as he was yours. Insurmountably.

Kissing Kissing Kirk felt different every single time, because it depended on when it happened and what type of mood you two were in. If it was early in the morning, it'd be a simple, tired peck, unless either one of you woke the other up with a favor. If you hadn't seen him because he was on tour, it'd be frantic and messy, with both of your guys' lips being bruised red by the time you pulled away. If it was a goodbye kiss, it'd be gentle and long lasting. Either way, they all felt meaningful, and each had a purpose. One as simple as a forehead kiss as he came back home from the studio felt more memorable than a romantic gesture from any of your past lovers, and that says a lot. Every single kiss, touch, embrace and second with Kirk felt monumental, and it felt the very same way for him too.

Licking If his hands weren't on you and yours weren't on him, there was a good chance his mouth was. He loves to lick and mark you up while edging you and pushing you to your limits. One of his favorite ways to do so, is to kiss and lick and mark you up, while simultaneously not touching you at all with his hands. He'd have you stay in place, with your hands over your head and your legs spread out to rest on either side of the bed, teasing you to your wits end. You'd have licked over love bites and marks trailing their way all the way down to your pussy and your thighs before he even put his hands on you, and once he did, you were a goner. He loved the taste of you from your tongue, your skin, your sweat, the moans you emitted, everything. If it was a part of you, he wanted a taste, and he got it.

Masturbation He loved to watch you touch yourself. But as much as he liked to watch, he loved to record it. He brought up the idea of you two making a tape a year into your guys' relationship, and you said yes. You two would mutually masturbate and wind each other up, and then meet each other in the middle afterwards and fuck like animals. When it got to the point to where he had to go on tour and you couldn't come with, he made a second copy, and brought it with him as a keepsake, and something to help keep him sane while he had to be away from you. The visual of him taking you from behind while you both lied on your sides, with his hand in your hair holding you in place while you two shared a filthy kiss, would have him cumming for months on end in his hands. And when you two eventually saw each other again, you watched it together, and then relived the tape out in person.

Non-negotiable Both you and Kirk are down to try almost anything once, and he loves that part of your guys' relationship, but there are still a few things he says hard no to. And those things are the lack of verbal consent, and lack of communication. While he enjoys how adventurous you two like to be, your safety and comfortability are his two main priorities. As much as you love the sound of his voice, he loves yours as well, and that includes when you verbalize to him what feels right, and what feels wrong, or too overwhelming. The last thing he ever wants to do is hurt you in any single way that isn't pleasurable or gaining.

Orgasm One orgasm is never enough, and it somehow ends up becoming a game for you two. If someone ended up cumming more than the other at some point, then the next time the two of you end up having sex, the one who came less the last time gets to cum first. There were loopholes, of course. If either one of you were edging the other, it wouldn't count. Kirk somehow ended up counting how many days he'd have to be away from you for a leg of a tour, and made a promise to you that before he left for it, he'd make you cum twice the number of days he'd be gone. He kept his promise, and then doubled the already doubled amount. But of course, you had to make things even. By the time he left for tour, you two had tripled the number of orgasms you two normally had within a month of being together. You two didn't even think that was physically possible.

Positions Every position for the both of you was pleasurable, but your guys' mutual favorite had to be doggy style. The way you would backward thrust to meet his own forward, the way he would grip the back of your neck to hold you upright after your arms would give out, the way he'd smack and grip at your ass for leverage, made every other sexual position seem mediocre. Especially if it was happening in front of a mirror, which you two had a few feet away from the foot of the bed. It gave you two enough visibility no matter the lighting to be able to see each other's facial features, to be able to see what affected you two the most and when. Kirk loved being able to see the way your mouth would gape open when strands of your hair would get tangled in the grip he had on your nape, and you loved being able to see his earlier calm and confident expression break every time you matched his efforts and tightened around him.

Quickie Just like most of the other members, Kirk liked the backstage rooms for a quick fuck. But his favorite place to have a quickie with you was on stage, a day or two before a show, and only a few minutes after everyone else cleared out. It was a combination of adrenaline and the risk of getting caught if someone were to wander or come back, and seeing you watch him intently while they rehearsed and got everything arranged, got to him every time. He loved to eat you out on the front stage, and fuck you near where he stored and kept his guitars at for safe keeping. Eventually, after a few times and at multiple different locations, you came to know what every surface of a stage felt like, and you two were eventually caught. Luckily it was just a roadie, and afterwards you two swore to never do it again. That was until you two went on tour together for the first time. After that, Kirk's main excuse was that it brought him good luck, and you just rolled with it.

Roleplay As cliche as it could possibly get, you enjoyed pretending like you were lost, and Kirk was the only one around to help you. He got off on how you acted innocent and confused, and you got off on the way he would guide you and tell you where to go and what to do. Sometimes you'd pretend to be someone new on the crew, and you didn't know where to put your things. Kirk would come in and he'd show you around with a hand low on your back and his eyes fucking you. When he eventually got you to where you were supposed to be, you'd thank him by getting on your knees, or inviting him into the shower, depending on the location and who you were pretending to be that time while roleplaying. If you two wanted to be romantic and playful at the same time, you two would reenact your first date together, and the first time you two had sex. Either way, it was a lot of fun, and something you two could smile and laugh about afterwards.

Sensitivity Kirk's sensitive spots are his chest and groin, and you take full advantage of knowing that information. Whenever you get the chance to, most likely when he's allowing you to take charge or you're giving him a favor early in the morning, you're kissing and licking every single inch of his chest, before nipping and biting your way down to his groin. You're teasing and kissing around his dick and inner thigh until his cock gets red and hard, and its jumping with every light breath you cascade over it. When you finally decide he's been played with and wound up enough and you wrap your swollen lips around him, he's already tight in his abdomen and his ballsack is raised. He lies back and uses a gentle hand to guide you down his entire length, until your nose is making contact with the short hairs dusting themselves around his pubic bone. He pulls you off of him once he feels he's close and uses the natural slick of your spit to slide himself right into you, thankful that you're still stretched out from the night before. Then, he takes advantage of your sensitive spots. Your breasts, and the backs of your upper thighs. Red splotches cover the skin underneath your asscheeks, and hickeys surround your nipples once you're both finished with each other. Temporarily.

Threesome Kirk is probably the only member in the band most likely willing to share his partner and have a threesome, just so long as you both know the other person well and are comfortable with them. If he had to pick between the other three, it'd have to be James. He's the member he feels like you would have the most sexual compatibility with other than himself, and that he'd know when to be rough with you and when not to be. Kirk would also most likely be into seeing you getting fucked and used by someone he knows, while also still knowing that you're all his and he can control whether or not it happens again, or if he wants it to stop. He'd join in and either fuck you with James at the same time, or slowly fuck your mouth while James drives himself into you from behind, your ass high in the air and him mounting you while you moan around Kirk's shaft and grip onto his hands for stability.

Universal Everyone loves a good cumshot, and Kirk isn't excluded from that. Although he loves to pump his seed inside of you and fill you to the brim, he also loves to see his release covering you, and how it stands out against the color of the expanse of your skin. He also loves to feed it to you afterwards, and nearly gets hard all over again every time you obediently open your mouth and wrap your tongue around his digits. His favorite place to come on you if not inside, is either your face, or the bottom of your stomach. Sometimes if he's feels like he should have come inside of you instead, he'll skip out on feeding it to you, and finger it inside of you. The oversensitivity from just orgasming would have your legs shaking, and Kirk wouldn't stop until you came from him not only using your release, but his as well, to make you wet enough to cum all over again.

Vibrator He loves bringing toys into the bedroom and adding it to your guys' still growing collection. If it isn't a vibrator, it's a pair of handcuffs or a blindfold, or something flavored and stimulating. You both enjoy using them on each other. Him to rut it up and tease it along your clit and entrance, and you to press it against his ballsack during a blowjob to heighten his orgasm and bring him even more pleasure. Sometimes you two will even use a vibrating cockring, placing it right on the top of his ballsack and right on the end of his length and girth, to stimulate you both at the same time and make things a lot more intense. With him reaching down to add onto the pressure and vibration on your clit with his thumb, you're orgasming multiple times in minutes.

Where Even though you two enjoy being a little voyeuristic together with how much public sexual acts and touches you two engage in, you both prefer to have sex in the privacy of your own home. In public, you have to minimize your sounds and what you two can do at each setting and location, and Kirk loves it when you're loud and when you both are able to switch up positions and be carefree. His favorite room to fuck you in is either the bedroom or the living room. The bedroom, because that's where it's most comfortable at, and where your guys' toys are. And the living room, because that's where you're able to watch your recorded escapades at, and it's more daring, yet still safe enough for you two to do whatever you want, and be as loud as you want.

X Factor Kirk's favorite thing about you, is how comfortable he is around you, and that he's unapologetically allowed to be himself when he's with you. Not that he can't be himself with the guys or with his close friends and family, but in the way where he can bare it all to you, and you take it in with grace. With no judgement towards his past, his past partners, what he's into sexually, his past addictions, and how he deals and manages with his stress. With everyone else, to a certain extent, there's a facade. To keep people from questioning how he operates and if he's doing alright. But with you, he's able to be himself, no questions asked.

Yes and No You both are into spanking and leaving marks, biting and licking each other, but not into causing any serious, physical harm. Even if Kirk is fully into having sex with you, in the back of his mind, he's still being cautious of how hard he yanks on your hair or thrusts into your mouth. The thought of hurting you to the point where you begin to hesitate and want to stop makes him uncomfortable and anxious himself, so he always makes sure to check in on you and keep a look out on your facial expressions and the noises you're making, your safety more important than his pleasure.

Zip There's very few things Kirk enjoys more than you overwhelmed in your own pleasure, in the pleasure he's giving you. That's why although he loves the risk of fucking around in public, the only downside except for getting caught and being fined, is you being unable to be as loud as you would like to be. He loves when your gasps reverberate in his ears, and you audibly sob when he makes contact with every spot that brings tears to your eyes. He loves knowing how good he makes you feel and how no one else can make you feel this way, so when that's taken away and you're both forced to keep quiet to a certain extent, it's a little disappointing for him.

Pages Deep ⨾ Kirk Hammett (18+)

Mentions/Warnings: mutual masturbation, fingering, partial edging, unprotected sex, creampie

Lukewarm puffs of air cascade themselves over the upper halves of your thighs as you haphazardly listen to your boyfriend read out loud, the shuttering exhalations coming from the aircon above you sounding like an exhausted plea, as you settle yourself down in bed to fully lay on your stomach. A quiet sigh escapes through your fatigue laden lips as your left cheek makes contact with the cool pillowcase, and your head rests only a few inches away from Kirk's right leg. You lift your forearm to spread your fingers over the denim fabric of his jeans, a small and content smile lifting your relaxed expression as his voice overpowers the dilapidated machine and blankets itself around you.

"Sunlight settles over her like an earthly greeting once I've surpassed, and time is no longer a continuum. Faded drops of dew lay atop of her golden skin as I watch from afar, my eyes indebted in the way the sun's rays settle on her and make her continuously shine. I shake in place and yearn to be near, while the bite marks I once made on her skin, begin to appear." You shift your head further to the side and blearily reopen your eyes, your lids feeling heavy as they focus in on the way his fingers grip onto the red tinted pages of his favorite book, and as his grin widens once he feels your gaze settle on his parted lips.

Goosebumps cluster on your chilled and exposed flesh as he purposefully flicks his tongue out to lap at his bottom, your knees audibly connecting and gathering the slept in sheets between them as warmth begins to pool in your midsection. "White casts on gray, while gold specks her skin, and I fight back the urge to make them red again. To have my hands buried in every inch of her skin, while her nails break through the layers of my own. To be able to declare her as mine while I'm inside, and for her to know that I am hers even as I stand on the side and hide. I crave for you even when I'm with you, the temporary taste of you on my tongue never enough to satisfy the hunger I'll always have. In the dark, your own show on mine- the perfect opposition to what we are to each other. My mark on you in the sunlight, and yours only perceptible on me in the dark."

You curl your fingers to lightly scrape the bottom of your nails against his slowly tensing muscle, your own in your stomach beginning to clench as the flow in his cadence begins to lower and slow in pace. "For what am I without my insatiable hunger, and what are you without your fool? The sharpness of my tongue and teeth, were made to burrow themselves inside of you." A light gust of wind makes contact with the bottom of your raised palm as he sets the worn and read through book down in the space between his widely spread-out legs, your pulse quickening as he grazes his fingertips along the tops of your curved knuckles.

"Has anyone ever told you that you don't play fair?" You nearly rasp, attempting to keep your hand in place, as you use your other to push yourself up onto unsteady knees. You allow yourself to be tugged forward and into his welcoming heat, the silk now tangled around your ankles in soft tendrils of ligature. Strong thighs bracket you in as Kirk rests his head against the headboard, his earlier grin looking satisfied as his free hand reaches down and back to cup underneath your right asscheek. The hand he's caressing your own with comes up to mold itself on the curve of your jawline, and you instinctively press the weight of your head into it.

"Don't make a bet with me then, if you intend to lose," your boyfriend teases, his eyes soft and enraptured as he elongates his thumb to press it into the small gap between your pout. You bring your appendage forward to lathe his fingertip wet with your saliva, before nipping your teeth on the precipice of it. "You remember what the loser can't do, right? Can't cum during sex, or even use the other's mouth, hands or fingers to get off before or after." You remove your mouth off of his digit with an audible pop, and use the sheets as leverage to partially lean back for some more room. Kirk looks at you in confusion, before lust quickly takes over his expression, as you lift his shirt over your head.

You hold back the urge to arch into his touch as he squeezes the back of your upper thigh and tries to yank you forward. Maintaining eye contact, you bend your arms behind yourself to unclasp your bra. "How are you the only fool, when I am incomplete without you? The sun shines brightly down on me, but it is nothing in comparison to your cold and hard touch, the way I warm when you are near me," you reiterate what he's read to you multiple times with ease, beckoning yourself forward to graze your bare front against his and brush your lips upon his silent gasp. You force yourself to sit down on the backs of your heels and away from him before you can fall into his touch once again, your hands coming down to splay themselves on the expanse of your goosebump ridden flesh. You watch as his hand falls limp at his side, and as his pupils dilate as your breasts come into full view. "For your bite and your taste is all I wish to be able to sense and feel, with your soul already intertwined with mine."

You allow your desperation to be shown and apparent as you spread your bent legs wide, a weakened mewl breaking through your pressed together lips at the curse Kirk lets out once he sees your underwear nearly soaked through. You gaze at him through heavy and heady eyes, as your hands work their way up to tug down the black and ribbed lining. You shiver as the aircon's air makes its way down to your now bare and dampened sex, and you slide down to rest your backside and lower spine on the bedpost behind you. Placing a hand on the end of your groin and forcing yourself not to reach any lower without him joining you, you plead.

"Play with me."

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The first instructed touch has you both gasping, with you arching your spine to press the palm of your hand into your own awaiting sex. Kirk unfastens his belt and unceremoniously tugs his jeans down to his knees, your mouth beginning to water as soon as the visible pearl of precum bleeds its way through the confines of his fitted boxers. His dick stands tall and erect, nearly being long enough to rest under his belly button, with his cockhead peeking out from the spandex hem. Your boyfriend watches as you squirm in place and attempt to not move your hand without his guidance or permission. "Run your thumb along your vein, and tap at the head." You try to permit, the tension in your voice making it nearly impossible for you to speak without wavering. You watch in awe as he follows your instructions, his shaft visibly jumping against the fabric before he even reaches down to touch himself.

"Make yourself even more and wet for me," he starts, his chest nearly heaving as he holds himself back from wrapping a hand around himself, or even worse, sliding himself down flat on his back to eat you out until you cry, with your limbs pressing him into the mattress as you ride his tongue. You lift your palm and tilt your head downwards without breaking eye contact, a hot pulse of essence making itself out of your fluttering hole as you watch your boyfriend shudder at the thick glob that makes its way out of the space between your bitten red lips. You sharply inhale as the warmth becomes cold from the circulating air, the culmination of spit thickening as it leisurely makes its way down your already soaking wet folds. "Spread those pretty lips apart, and let me see how ready you are for me. Like you always are."

You do as you're told, already feeling on edge, even though you still haven't been able to touch yourself properly. The tone in his voice and being able to see how equally into it he is himself, is enough to make you nearly cum without any friction or stimulation. You shift to straighten out your legs and nearly jolt as your foot make contact with his own, before relaxing. The feeling of him being near, instead of just seeing him, calms you down more than you expect. Your thumb tremors with the need to flick itself against your swollen clit, but you force yourself to remain still, taking in a deep breath as you peer over at him and catch him continuously rubbing at his cockhead.

"Stop," you instruct, a hot flash of arousal flooding through you as he obediently freezes and locks his legs. "Tell me what you're missing right now." You suggest, deciding to tease him and hold off on allowing him to squeeze his shaft and touch himself. Kirk swallows thickly and allows himself to temporarily close his eyes, another bead of prerelease smearing itself on his tan and sweating skin as he tirelessly moves in place.

"I miss the way you feel around me," he breathes around a hoarse whisper, his voice nearly silent over the incessant background noise. You use that as an excuse to push yourself off of the bedpost and get a few inches closer to him. "Whether it be your mouth, your throat, or your pussy. The way you'd swallow around me, the way your hand pulsed and barely made it all the way around my girth. The way your walls would just suck me in and milk me dry, all of it." You keen and fist the sheets around you, your eyes widening in shock as he reopens his own and there's tears collecting along his ducts. "Hurts when I can't touch myself, but you look too damn good to cum just yet. I feel like I'm losing my mind over here."

"I miss the way you taste," you admit, unsolicited. "How warm you feel when you cum in me, and the places you reach inside that no one else has before. I miss the way you hold me down sometimes, and encourage me to just take it, and the other times you let me take control. When I ride you and praise you until you push your seed so far deep inside of me, it's like I can almost taste it. Seeing you pulse and jump for me, it's nearly enough to make me cum without even touching myself." You cry out as a heavy pulsation makes its way down to your clit and causes you to tremor just from talking about it, and you bend forward to reach for his hand, allowing the no-contact rule of your bet to go fuck itself instead of you.

"I just need to know you're there, need to know you're here with me." You brokenly murmur, going completely lax when you're tugged back into his space once again, this time being lifted up to rest on his lap. You both groan in unison as you two rub against each other, the cotton of his underwear adding onto the friction you've been so desperate for. Calloused fingertips are making their way in between your legs before you can even acknowledge them, and Kirk uses his feet for leverage to hoist you up and make enough room for both of his hands to spread and take you apart.

"Take what you need, baby. You know I can never really say no to you." he assures you, before bringing his left hand's index and middle fingers up to your entrance, and his right hand's thumb up to your clit. They're slowly being glided into you and rubbed against you before you can even react, and the sounds of exhausted and pent-up pleasure you let out reverberate around the room. You plant your hands onto his shoulders for stability, and begin to start fucking yourself up and down on his long digits with renewed and spontaneous fervor. Saliva slickens your bottom lip and your eyes begin to blur and daze, yet you still bend down to connect your lips with his. The slick sounds of him curling his fingers inside of you to massage your spongelike spot and your guys' kissing, mesh and turn into one. Thick and roped coils of pleasure tether themselves in your gut, and you force yourself to lift yourself off of his fingers before you can orgasm. You gently push down on his shoulders to signal that you want him flat on his back, and move to straddle him as soon as he does.

"Need to feel you inside of me, it's been too long." You halfheartedly explain, before shakily reaching down to remove his dick from the rest of the confines of his underwear, and guiding him towards your entrance. You lower yourself down to the hilt in one solid thrust and silently shudder as his cockhead makes direct contact with your cervix. Resting your forehead against his, you coerce yourself into keeping your eyes open so you can watch him fall apart. Kirk reaches down to instinctively grasp onto your waist, before pulsing his groin upward to make rough contact with your ass. You both hold onto each other as you piston and thrust with reckless abandon, you planting your feet on the bed underneath you and squatting down to meet his upward thrusts, and him using his own to bear himself inside of you as deep as he can get.

Kirk looks up at you in wondered awe as sweat collects at your browbones and slowly makes its way down your cheekbones due to your exertion, his own collecting at his temples and bleeding into his thick hair haloed out on the pillow beneath his head. Your boyfriend brings his still soaking wet thumb back up to draw figure 8's on your oversensitive clit, and he lets out a choked around grunt as you become vicelike tight around him. You clamp your thighs around his own and rely on him to pierce his way in and out of you, the dual sensation of his thumb and him hitting all the right spots enough to make you unable to think straight. Your jaw slackens as your orgasm hits you, and you can't help but slump forward, your forearms plummeting down to rest near each side of his head. You steady yourself again and bear down to meet his staggering strokes, ignoring your own overstimulation to make sure your boyfriend gets to cum as hard as you just did.

"You're doing so fucking good for me, just like I knew you would," you praise, your words sounding slurred and fucked out, yet still coherent enough to make Kirk's eyes go unfocused and wide. You let out a drawn out moan and a sound of surprise as his hands connect together behind your back, and push you down onto him, pelvis to pelvis, as he uses you to chase his own pleasure. "Just like that, just like that." You brokenly repeat, your stomach muscles beginning to contract in a way that you knew meant there was another orgasm growing and incoming. The force of his thrusts brushes his groin to rub right against your clit in the most perfect way, and for the second time today, and within minutes of each other, you were gone. White pulses flutter throughout your eyesight and your breath is taken away from you, the only things keeping you grounded and helping you remember this is real being the warmth of your boyfriend's seed filling you and covering your walls, and his safe and secure hold around you keeping you in place.

You turn your head to the side and suck in greedy inhalations of artificial, chilled air, your eyelids feeling too heavy for you to be able to keep them open on your own. Before you're able to space out, a kiss is being placed on the side of your neck, right above a mark Kirk left on you a week ago, and you smile against his shoulder. Sunlight beams in through a curtain, and you can't help but speak up, only, a little different this time.

"How are you the only fool, when I am incomplete without you? The sun shines brightly down on me, but it is nothing in comparison to your warm and soft touch, the way I feel complete when you are near me."

You feel his amused laughter quiver against your cloying skin, and you both relax in each other's arms and warmth, as gold specks on both of your guys' skin.