“You Taste Divine”

Hello

So i was thinking of 16 and 3 with 80s jason

this was such a fun request to write and i'm honestly in love with jason on this. hope you enjoy reading it, love <3

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jason newsted x reader │ word count: 3,1k

"I'm gonna kiss you. Cool?" he asked, and you blushed, giving a shy nod. "Man, didn't the guys you've been with ever kiss you?" "Not that much," you confessed, and he let out a chuckle. "You need to pick your partners better." "Quit giving me a lecture and just do it," you retorted, and he laughed before leaning in to press his lips softly against yours. 

✦ warnings and tags: NSFW!!!, jason newsted x female!reader, +18, language, mxf sex, protected sex (yay), oral sex, friends with benefits, pre-metallica jason (early 80s), reader is inexperienced but not a virgin

The soft hum of the ceiling fan filled your bedroom as it valiantly battled the stifling summer heat with a gentle breeze. You sighed, tearing your eyes away from the open magazine and glancing over at your best friend sprawled out on your rug, absorbed in your Atari video game.

You and Jason had been buddies since high school. You actually met him through your brother - they were in a band together for a bit before your brother bailed to help out your dad with the family business. But even after that, Jason just became a regular fixture around your place.

It was pretty common for the two of you to hang out in your room all day, reading comics, watching movies, or playing games together. Jason was a solid friend - he was chill, funny, and always looked out for you. It felt like he was practically part of the family by now. Your parents and your brother loved having him around, and you couldn't deny you felt the same way.

"What's with the sigh?" Jason asked, and you blinked, glancing down at him to see he'd paused his game, resting his arms on your mattress as he peered up at you, a mop of brown curls framing his face.

"What sigh?" you frowned, and he rolled his eyes.

"You just sighed. The upset kind of sigh," he explained, and you raised an eyebrow. Yeah, maybe after years of hanging out, Jason could read you like a book. It wasn't exactly news, but it still caught you off guard sometimes, how effortlessly tuned in he could be.

"It's nothing," you replied, and he raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. You blushed, shifting your gaze back to your magazine.

"Come on," he nudged your arm, and you huffed, glancing back at him. "I can tell when you're upset. What's up?"

"I'm not upset," you retorted. "Just... Ugh, fine. You remember that guy Flint?"

"That jerk Flint Jones?" Jason snorted, and you chuckled.

"Yeah, well, we went on a date yesterday."

"Damn, sweetheart," he laughed. "No wonder you're feeling some kinda way."

"Oh, shut up," you playfully nudged his head with your foot, and he snorted, grabbing your ankle and moving your foot away from his head. "He's hot, okay? But it's all surface. We went back to his van afterwards and... Well, it was terrible."

"Did he hurt you or anything? You want me to kick his ass?" he asked, suddenly serious, and you laughed.

"Unless you think he deserves a beatdown for having the smallest dick ever," you replied, and Jason snorted, blushing. "Nah, it's all good. It's just the same old story, you know? He just wanted a quick fuck, but he was all about himself. So I bounced," you paused, frowning. "...And then he had the nerve to call me today just to say I’m a bitch."

"Wait till your brother finds out about this," Jason whispered, menacingly. 

"Oh, hell no, you're not telling him. I don't need my brother getting all up in my business. As far as he's concerned, I'm still as innocent as they come," you chuckled, then grimaced. "I mean, it's not that far off. I've only been with three guys, but every time it's like, why did I even bother?"

"It was that terrible, huh?" he asked, gently, propping his chin in his hand, and you nodded.

"Sorry. Too much information?" you grinned, a bit shyly, and he returned the smile.

"Not at all. You know you can tell me anything. Even about your awful sex li... Ow!" he laughed as you swiftly left your sitting position to kneel down, giving his head a playful shove before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Shut up, Newsted. Just 'cause you're getting lucky doesn't mean you can rag on my sex life."

"Who said I'm getting lucky?" he chuckled, blushing a bit, and you rolled your eyes.

"Are you serious? I don't know what you did to her, but my friend Carol won't shut up about how amazing your night was. Like I wanted to hear all the details!" you exclaimed. Jason laughed.

“I could show you what I did to her,” he blurted out. You froze, raising your eyebrows at him. "Uh, I mean... You said you've never had a good fuck, so I thought maybe I could..." Jason trailed off, his words stumbling out awkwardly. "I just thought... Maybe if you had a decent one... Okay, forget it, I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's cool," you replied hastily. Sure, you hadn't exactly fantasized about getting down with Jason, but you couldn't deny he had his charms, muscular arms and toned body matching the most beautiful wavy hair, blue eyes and a warm smile. Plus, you were sick of your own lackluster experiences and the hassle of trying to score in this town. There was just one hitch: you didn't want things to get weird between you two. Your friendship was cool, the coolest kind there was — you could count on Jason for everything, and he could count on you as well. You didn’t want this to change. “It’s just… Won’t that make things awkward?”

“It doesn’t have to. We’re friends, right?” Jason answered, shifting to sit beside you on the bed with a soft grunt. "I mean, if you're gonna dive into this, might as well do it with someone you trust. Better than messing around with Flint Jones," he joked, and you laughed along.

"You're such a dummy," you teased, feeling your cheeks warm as he inched closer, his hand finding its way to your cheek. “What the hell are you doing, Newsted?”

"I'm gonna kiss you. Cool?" he asked, and you blushed, giving a shy nod. "Man, didn't the guys you've been with ever kiss you?"

"Not that much," you confessed, and he let out a chuckle.

"You need to pick your partners better."

"Quit giving me a lecture and just do it," you retorted, and he laughed before leaning in to press his lips softly against yours. 

The kiss started gentle, a bit awkward at first, but you soon started to ease into it, feeling Jason's lips soft against yours. His scent, so familiar, surrounded you as he pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist. You found yourself leaning in, one hand resting on his thigh, letting out a little sigh as he nibbled on your lower lip.

“It's sweltering in here," you muttered, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, saying it more as an excuse to take a small breather. Jason chuckled softly.

"I got you," he grinned, pulling your shirt off. You blushed, heart racing as his eyes roamed over your body, then meeting yours. "You okay?"

"Yeah," you replied, biting your lip. "Yeah, keep going."

He grunted, nudging you to lie back as he settled on top of you. You trailed your fingers along his stomach, tugging at his shirt to get it off. Your cheeks flushed as he leaned in, planting soft kisses along your jawline, working his way up to your ear, sending delightful shivers down your spine.

“Gonna teach you what a good fuck feels like,” he murmured, his voice gravelly as he pressed himself against you, his hardness meeting that warm spot between your legs. You sucked in a sharp breath, gripping his hair. "Feels good?" he asked softly, lips trailing along your neck before returning to yours, his body pressing against yours. You nodded, meeting his gaze, cheeks heating up; Jason had never looked at you like this before, his eyes full of desire as he watched the way you opened your mouth slightly, small sighs of pleasure escaping your lips as you felt the pressure of his hard cock against you. 

"Jase..." you whispered, reaching for his pants zipper, but he groaned, swiftly grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head. You let out a little whimper of protest, but he chuckled softly.

"Take it easy," he smiled. "Got a few tricks up my sleeve to show you first."

"Like what?" you breathed, and he grinned before letting go of your wrists, sliding his hands down to your back to unhook your bra. You couldn't help but sigh, feeling your cheeks heat up as he traced circles around one of your nipples with his finger, teasing it until it stiffened. He gave it a gentle pinch, and you couldn't hold back a soft moan.

"Has anyone ever touched your boobs like this?" he murmured, planting a soft kiss on one of them, and you shook your head no. He licked his fingertips to give them a little lubrication before teasing your nipple again, giving it gentle pinches and pulls. With a grunt, he took the other into his mouth, and you couldn't help but moan as he sucked on it, his tongue swirling around your nipple while he massaged the other with his hand. "Gonna make sure you know how amazing it can feel, babe."

"Oh," you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair as you instinctively moved your hips upwards, feeling a rush of pleasure and excitement. He pulled back briefly before latching onto your other nipple, teasing and squeezing the one he had just left wet and sensitive. Your eyes fluttered shut, breath coming in uneven bursts as you pulled him in closer. He continued to suck on your breast gently, leaving a little love mark as he unbuttoned your pants.

Your whole body tingled as he stripped off your pants and panties in one swift move. This was a whole different new experience for you; sure, Jason had caught glimpses of you in a bikini before, but being fully exposed like this was a first. Your cheeks flushed hot as he took in your naked form with a low hum, reaching out to grab your waist.

"You're so damn hot," he whispered, his own cheeks tinted with a flush. You sighed contently as he parted your thighs, his fingers exploring the warmth between them. A sharp moan escaped your lips as he teased your sensitive area, circling your wet entrance with his fingertips. "You're soaking wet, babe," he grunted, and you couldn't help but moan in response. He looked up at you. "You sure about this?"

"Yeah," you whispered, closing your eyes with a moan as he slid two fingers inside you, curling them gently. "Oh, Jase..."

"So damn warm and wet," he muttered, looking captivated by your reaction as he positioned himself between your legs, his warm breath against your clit. “I really wanna eat you out… Can I?”

"Yes, please," you whimpered, hips instinctively moving with his fingers as he curled them inside you once more. He chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on your inner thigh before diving down to your clit. A sharp moan escaped your lips as you felt the warmth and wetness of his tongue against your sensitive bud. "Jason..."

"Hmm?" he grinned up at you, his fingers working magic inside you. "You're squeezing around my fingers, babe... Feels good?"

"Feels amazing," you agreed, cheeks flushing. He went back to your clit, licking it in slow circles, and you couldn't help but moan, gripping his hair. A small gasp escaped you when he sucked on it, hips moving with his rhythm as you pulled him closer. He held onto your thigh, keeping you in place as he continued with increasing intensity, sending waves of pleasure through your whole body. "Jason," you gasped, eyes shutting tight as he kept his fingers moving inside you, pleasure building with every stroke. He pulled back momentarily, placing soft kisses on your inner thighs.

"It's alright, babe," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I've got you. Just let it out..."

You whimpered, tugging at his arm until he was back on top of you. He kissed you deeply, his tongue moving with yours as he slid his fingers away, focusing on massaging your clit in slow circles. You melted in his kiss, pressing yourself against him as you felt your climax building, each wave crashing over you until you were moaning louder and louder, your whole body trembling under his touch.

"That's it, baby," Jason murmured, sliding his fingers back inside you and hitting that spot that made you cry out in ecstasy, your walls clenching around him. "Just let it all out... I've got you, honey."

"Jase, please..." you sobbed, burying your face in his neck as you attempted to push his hand away. "It's too intense, I can't..."

“It’s okay,” he whispered, planting soft kisses on your hair while easing his hand's movements. You let out a shaky sigh, still tingling from the pleasure as you came down from your high. He chuckled, brushing your hair back from your face, his body warm and sweaty against yours. "You enjoyed that?"

"Hell yeah," you replied weakly, and he laughed.

"You wanna keep going?" he asked, and you nodded.

"Just need a sec to catch my breath, please," you whispered, and he chuckled before getting up. You watched as he peeled off his pants and underwear, blushing when you caught sight of his arousal. He grabbed his wallet from your nightstand, pulling out a condom before taking hold of his cock with his free hand.

"Wanna learn how to put this on?" he asked, and you rolled your eyes.

"I'm not that clueless, Jason. I know how to do it," you replied, sitting on the bed.

"Well, you wanna lend a hand, then?" he asked, and you nodded, cheeks flushing. You took the condom from him, tearing open the package. There was a moment of hesitation before you took hold of him, running your thumb over the tip and spreading the pre-cum over his swollen head. He let out a grunt.

“Want me to suck you off first?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you moved your hand slowly. He let out a soft moan.

"I'd love it, but let's save it for another time," he replied, his voice husky. You blushed, the thought of a next time sending butterflies through your stomach. "Today's all about you, alright? Just wanna make you feel good."

"Well, you're killing it so far," you grinned, and he chuckled. You slid the condom on him, then leaned back on the bed, spreading your legs. Jason looked at you, stroking himself slowly with a sigh before getting back on top of you.

"There's still so much I wanna teach you," he whispered in your ear, and you let out a soft moan. "Loads of ways to make you lose it for me... You have no idea how sweet you taste."

"No one's ever talked to me like that before," you whispered, heart racing as you blushed. He grunted, planting soft kisses on your neck.

"Their loss," he replied before easing himself into you with a slow, steady movement. You let out a loud moan, clinging to him as you opened your legs wider to take him in deeper. He kissed your jaw, fully inside you now, your bodies hot and sweaty against each other. "You good?"

"I'm good," you whispered, and he let out a soft grunt before starting to move slowly. You buried your face in his neck, moaning as you felt him stretching you out, hitting all those sweet spots inside you. It was intoxicating, the mix of gentle ache and intense pleasure, far beyond anything you'd felt with anyone else. Your pussy throbbed, extra sensitive after your last orgasm, and Jason moaned your name, pulling you closer.

You curled your toes, lips seeking his out eagerly, knowing you wouldn't hold out much longer, the tension in your belly rising fast. Jason kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he tangled his hand in your hair, your lips moving together in a frenzy of soft moans and gentle bites. You were completely lost in him, in the sensation of him thrusting into you, picking up speed as you gave in to the pleasure of each other's touch.

"Jase... I'm gonna cum again," you moaned, and Jason grunted, his thrusts getting harder as he used one hand to play with your clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts with quick motions.

You let out a sharp moan, feeling his hot, ragged breath against your skin as he showered you with soft kisses, driving your hips forward to deepen the connection. It was too much; your climax finally crashed over you, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheek as you held onto him tightly, your body clenching around him. Jason groaned, his movements becoming wilder as he was carried over the edge by the intensity of your release. He buried his face in your neck, fingers gripping your hair as his body trembled, delivering a few final thrusts before collapsing on top of you with a shaky sigh.

You closed your eyes, giggling as he peppered your jaw and then your lips with kisses. He slipped out of you, and you scooted over to make room for him to sit beside you. You watched as he disposed of the condom and headed to your bathroom. He was back in no time, his naked form gleaming with sweat, face flushed as he ran his hand through his hair.

"What's got you smiling?" he asked, a small grin playing on his lips. He settled down on the bed, running his hand over your thigh.

"That was amazing, Jase," you said, and he chuckled, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss.

"You feeling weird now or are we cool?" he asked, a touch of concern in his voice. You smiled softly.

"We're good. We could be friends with benefits, right? I hear some folks actually pull that off."

"Yeah," he smiled at you, twirling a strand of your hair on his fingers. "So, does that mean we're gonna do this again sometime?"

"You were the one talking about all the lessons you had in store for me," you teased, and he chuckled softly.

"Okay. It's a deal, then," he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief, making you giggle. "But hey, we better get dressed before your brother or your folks come back home. Pretty sure they wouldn't be too thrilled to find out how we spent our afternoon."

You burst into laughter, sitting up on the bed and rummaging for your clothes. As you watched Jason get dressed, a grin spread across your face, thinking about how rough it would be to go back to those crappy dates after experiencing how amazing it felt to be with him.

You couldn't wait to see what else he had to teach you.

yall why is he looking at the camera that way, why is he in a model's pose, how can oil and angles make someone look like THAT

Sooooo

Can you make a part two of summer heat pleasee ❤️❤️❤️

sorry it took me so long to post this, babe! hope you like it <3

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jason newsted x reader │ word count: 2,6k │part 2

“Why wouldn’t I want to be friends anymore?” he asked. You bit your lip, looking away, and he called your name softly. You hesitantly raised your eyes to meet his gaze. “I’m not just gonna leave and ignore you after we hook up, okay? I’m not like those other guys you used to date either.”

✦ warnings and tags: NSFW!!!, jason newsted x female!reader, +18, language, mxf sex, oral sex, friends with benefits, pre-metallica jason (early 80s), reader is inexperienced but not a virgin

After that hot summer day, you didn’t see Jason much for the rest of the week.

Not that you were expecting to see him; he had his own life, being in a band and working part-time, so it’s not like you could expect him to always be around. But after your last hangout, you couldn’t help feeling a bit anxious about him being MIA. Yeah, you'd agreed to keep things chill, but what if he’d changed his mind? What if he didn’t want to see you, or worse, what if he didn’t want to be friends anymore?

You also couldn’t help thinking about the last time you were together, and how Jason had talked about all the things he had in store to show you.

All in all, you spent most of your days pretty distracted, so much so that you totally forgot about your parents’ wedding anniversary and that they’d be away camping for the weekend. That meant you and your brother, Andrew, would have the whole place to yourselves for the next few days.

With him and Andy being so close and the pool in your backyard perfect for the summer heat, you figured you’d probably see Jason around eventually. And you were right; as you were getting ready to spend Saturday by the pool, you heard the doorbell ring and the familiar noise of your brother rushing down the stairs, followed by Jason’s voice.

You bit your lower lip, looking at your reflection in the vanity mirror as you finished brushing your hair, trying to ignore how his voice made your heart flutter. You knew if you didn’t want things to get weird, you’d have to go down and talk to him. It’s not like you didn’t want to see Jason, but you were worried he might see you differently after not talking to you for most of the week. Plus, no way in hell did you want your brother to suspect anything had happened between you two.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a few knocks on your bedroom door. You stood up quickly and opened it, blinking in surprise when you saw Jason, not missing the way his eyes wandered quickly through your body before meeting yours.

“Hey,” he said, making a small smile instantly appear on your lips,  “Andy told me to come get you. I brought beer.”

“Oh, cool! I’ll be down in a minute, just need to change.”

“Gonna put on that cute black bikini?” he grinned, and your face flushed as you felt the faintest hint of butterflies growing restless in your stomach. “Don’t be long, then.”

You changed quickly into the black bikini Jason had mentioned, grabbed your sunglasses, a magazine, and a towel, then headed downstairs. You smiled as you walked out to the backyard, seeing Jason and your brother chatting and sipping on beers while the radio played some tunes softly.

“There she is!” Andy grinned when he saw you. “Beer’s in the cooler, sis. I was just about to head to the store to grab some snacks.”

“We’ve got those potato chips Mom bought in the cupboard,” you said, grabbing a bottle for yourself. You sat down in one of the lounge chairs by the pool. “You could bring us some dip.”

“On it. Be back in a jiffy. Don’t drink all the beer while I’m gone!” Andy said as he left. You chuckled softly, then leaned back on the chair, flipping through your magazine as the sun warmed your skin.

You blinked, surprised, when Jason took the magazine from your hands and sat on the edge of your lounge chair, his rough denim shorts brushing against your thigh. You raised an eyebrow, and he smiled.

“You’re just gonna sit there and read?” he asked. “Don’t you wanna come into the pool with me?”

“I just put on sunscreen. Gotta wait a bit before I can get in the water, you know?” you shot back, and he smiled. You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered when he rested his hand on your thigh, his rough palm against your skin.

“You know you look hot in that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice low, and you blushed. You giggled, rolling your eyes.

“Jase, you don’t have to get all flirty just because we hooked up. I’m not like all those other girls you hang out with.”

“Of course not,” he inched closer. “I’m saying it because it’s true, though.”

Your breath hitched when he pressed his lips to yours, his tongue moving slowly against yours as he squeezed your thigh. Kissing him for the first time had been awkward, but now the feel of his lips made your whole body tingle, desire coursing through you like poison. He nibbled on your lower lip, and you sighed, resting one hand against his chest.

“What was that for?” you whispered, and he laughed softly.

“I missed your taste,” he said, making you blush. “I’ve been thinking about you all week…”

“If that’s true, then how come I haven’t seen you at all?” You tried to sound casual, but your voice gave away how upset you actually were. Jason raised an eyebrow, surprised, his hand moving from your thigh to your chin, gently tilting your head to meet your downcast eyes.

“I was busy with band stuff,” he said simply. You huffed, not entirely convinced.

“So it wasn’t because you didn’t want to be friends anymore?” you asked.

“Why wouldn’t I want to be friends anymore?” he asked. You bit your lip, looking away, and he called your name softly. You hesitantly raised your eyes to meet his gaze. “I’m not just gonna leave and ignore you after we hook up, okay? I’m not like those other guys you used to date either.”

You sighed, feeling a wave of relief wash over your worries. You hadn’t fully realized how much your shitty past relationships had made you worry about Jason’s behavior. But Jason was right; you’d known each other for years, and you trusted him completely. It wasn’t worth stressing over stuff like this when you knew he’d never hurt you like other people had.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. Jason hummed, gently caressing your hair before leaning in for another kiss.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, his lips softly moving against yours. You leaned closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, a small sigh escaping your open lips as his hand caressed your thigh, his fingertips dangerously close to the growing wetness between your legs.

“What if Andy comes back?” you breathed between kisses, your face flushing as Jason pushed the fabric of your bikini aside, his fingers searching for your clit. “Jase, what if someone sees us?”

“We’ll just have to be quick,” he whispered, and you moaned softly when he pressed his fingertips against your clit, using his other hand to spread your thighs apart. You let out a small, surprised noise when he kneeled, pulling you to the edge of your seat before his tongue found your clit. You buried a hand in his hair, biting back a moan as he pushed two fingers inside you, curling and moving them slowly while he licked and sucked on your wetness.

“Fuck, Jason,” you muttered, eyes fluttering shut as his touch made your whole body tingle, heavy breaths escaping your lips as you bucked your hips forward. Jason let out a breathy laugh, his fingers’ movements making you moan.

“Gotta be quieter, princess,” he whispered, and you rolled your eyes, laughter escaping your lips. Jason kissed your inner thigh softly, his tongue going back to your clit, the wet pressure of his movements making your breath catch. 

You closed your eyes, fingers tangling in his hair again, trying not to moan as the knot in your belly tightened. Jason picked up the pace of his fingers inside you, making your toes curl as you let out small moans.

“Jase…” you moaned, but he didn’t ask you to keep it down this time, too focused on pleasuring you with his fingers, his kisses, his tongue.

You moaned softly as you felt your insides squeeze around his fingers, starting slow but getting harder and harder until you threw your head back, your chest heaving as the intensity of your orgasm washed over your body, trembling as you tried to keep quiet. You gripped Jason’s hair a bit harder, rocking your hips as he helped you ride the waves of pleasure, his tongue’s movements getting sloppier until he finally stopped, pressing a soft kiss against your clit before putting your bikini back in place.

Jason got up, sitting beside you on the lounge chair before pressing his fingertips against your lips. You opened your mouth, tasting yourself as you sucked on his fingers, and he let out a low, satisfied sound before kissing you again. You moaned into his kiss, the fire inside you far from quenched as you pulled him closer, your hand sliding down from his chest to his belly and then to the button of his shorts.

“What are you up to?” Jason asked, his smile evident in his voice. You nibbled on his lower lip softly, undoing his shorts’ button and pulling the zipper down before palming his hardness through the fabric of his underwear, satisfaction blooming in your chest when you heard his breath catch.

“Gotta take care of this before my brother gets back,” you whispered, and he grunted as you pulled his underwear down, your hand wrapping around the base of his cock. He was so pretty, all hard and already wet with precum as you stroked him slowly. “What if he catches you like this, hard for his sister?”

“God,” Jason moaned, and you giggled softly. “If you keep talking like that…”

“What happened to being quiet?” you asked, and he grunted, his hand tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer for another kiss. You moaned into his mouth, massaging his cock’s tip with your thumb as you stroked him faster and faster.

“I’m gonna make a mess,” Jason moaned, his free hand gripping the edge of the chair so hard his knuckles turned white. “Princess, when I cum, I’m gonna…”

“It’s okay,” you whispered in his ear before taking him into your mouth.

Jason let out a long, low moan as his grip on your hair tightened, and you moaned softly against his skin as you sucked on his cock slowly. You closed your eyes, tasting the saltiness of his skin against your tongue as you moved your head up and down, trying your best to fit him into your mouth while your hand wrapped around his base. You focused on his tip, pressing your tongue flat against it at first, then using the tip of your tongue to massage it in small circles.

He let you take the lead at first, but eventually the pleasure became too much; Jason grunted, bucking his hips forward, pushing his cock into your mouth, slowly, then harder, his fingers tangled in your hair as he pushed your head down. You gagged softly, closing your eyes as you let him take control, trying to steady your breath as he moved inside your mouth, harder and faster, his breath getting more irregular as he got closer to his peak. He let out a low moan, hips pushing into your mouth one last time as he came, and you moaned when you felt his thick cum shoot into your mouth.

You pulled away, barely having time to swallow before his lips crashed into yours, his hands pulling you closer, and you knew then this hadn't been nearly enough for either of you. You needed more of him, and you knew Jason felt the same. You leaned back in the chair, Jason leaning forward to keep kissing you as one of his hands grabbed your waist, his tongue moving against yours while you moaned into his mouth.

“I’m back!” you heard your brother’s voice from inside the house, and suddenly Jason’s lips were nowhere near yours as he stood up, quickly pulling his pants up and grabbing his half-full beer bottle. He settled into the other lounge chair as you hastily grabbed the magazine you were reading and opened it to a random page. You glanced up as your brother walked into the backyard, a plastic bag in one hand and a beer crate in the other, while you tried your best to steady your breath. “I got cheese dip and more beers. And some frozen pizza for later,” he announced.

“Thanks, Andy,” you said, trying to play it cool as you turned a page from your magazine. Andy frowned, looking confused as he glanced at you, and you bit your lower lip, heart racing as his eyes quickly scanned your face.

“Did you forget sunscreen again? Your face's all red,” he said, still puzzled, and Jason snorted. You looked away, trying to ignore how his comment made you blush even harder.

“You know what, I think I did. I’m just gonna go to the bathroom and put some on,” you stood up, eager to escape the situation and get away from your brother's attention. He shrugged, taking the spot you had vacated as his attention shifted to Jason.

“Dude, wanna crash here tonight? We could watch those new horror flicks I got,” Andy asked, distractedly reaching for the cooler. You stopped, blushing a bit when Jason lifted his eyes to meet yours, a small, mischievous smile appearing on his lips.

“Sure,” he answered, eyes locked on yours as he spoke. “Bet it’s gonna be a fun night, don’t you think?”

Soo

you haven't seen Jason in a while and you get back home and he is super needy and .... 😉

this turned out a little bit fluff-toned than first intended, but I hope you enjoy it !! (Also, I misread "you get back home" to "HE get back home" so idk if this is different than what you meant 😭)

╰┈➤“𝑼𝑵𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑫„ ๋࣭⭑

80s!Jason Newsted x Reader

Contains Smut

Drinking from my cup of lemon tea, I rub my tired eyes before slowly turning to the wall clock, I had to squint my eyes before realizing that the clock was showing that it is currently 2 in the morning. I sigh and lean back, running a hand through my messy hair, trying to untangle them with my fingers.

It’s been a couple months since I’ve seen Jason, loneliness always came to consume me at these times. I can’t help but miss him, it’s been awhile since I’ve seen his sweet smiles, run my hand through those dark brown curls of his, kiss his soft lips. Calls just aren’t enough anymore.

He’s been touring with the band he got in as a bassist, Metallica. Just last night he was supposed to come home from the tour, only to find out the bus got delayed mid-trip.

A feeling of worry washes over me, my body became restless on the bed, tossing from left to right— yet not a single position in that bed felt right to me, not a body to hold onto, no Jason to love and care for. My mind tries to avoid the negative thoughts of what can possibly happen to him.

Hence, I decided to make a hot cup of lemon tea to accompany me on my never ending overthinking insomnia nights. My hands just fiddling with the glass, sighing with boredom and a feeling of uneasiness.

A couple nights he had spent calling up on me to give me an update, rambling almost for 3 hours whenever he got the chance, sometimes even venting to me about how the bond between him and the three other members are going, saying he felt bad that they were still not over their last bassist’s tragic death and how they seem to take it out on him.

Through his voice alone, I can tell he was slightly pressured by it.

Another sigh leave my lips as I place my hand on the glass again and slowly lift it up, placing my lips on it before the warm comforting lemon tea slips through my lips and slides down my throat. With an empty cup now, I place it down and rest my arms on the table.

My mind was empty, I couldn’t tell if the insomnia was worse or the boredom was as I slowly lay my head in my arms and close my eyes, trying at the very least to sleep.

That’s when I hear a loud sound of a car engine pulling up in front of the house. I lift my head up and sigh. For fuck’s sakes, who in the actual hell decided to show up at this hour? Can’t a woman have a peaceful time?

I raise my eyebrow in confusion and curiosity as I slowly stand up and lazily make my way towards the window.

Peeking through the curtains, all the tiredness in my eyes instantly evaporated into thin air when I saw who it actually was; Jason walking down the driveway, his suitcase in his hand while his long curly hair bounces with each steps he takes closer to the door of our house, his presence finally real and not just a figment of my ‘missing my boyfriend’ imaginations.

Excitement takes over my whole being like a sugar rush that I immediately rushed to open the front door before he can even step a single toe on the doorstep. I open the door and ran straight out into the driveway with literal bare feet.

I can see the surprise in Jason’s face when he saw me run towards him and literally jumped onto him, “Jason! Jason!” I squealed and hugged him tightly, smiling so wide that my cheeks hurt. I hear him laugh before he let go of his suitcase and hug me back, “Miss me, pretty face?” He teased and kiss my cheek.

“Shut up!” I giggle softly and grab onto his face so I can press his lips onto mine.

With his lips pressed right against mine, I can feel how they curve up a little in a small cute grin as he slowly wrap his arms around me, “Jump.” He mumble against my lips and I do as he say, jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist.

He pull back with that same grin and kiss the tip of my nose, “God, I want you.” He mutter and quickly grab his suitcase with his other hand and rushed us into the house.

Laughter escapes past my lips as the moment we reach our shared bedroom, he abandoned his suitcase away into the corner of the room without a care and sit down on the bed with me still being carried by him, pulling me onto his lap as his eyes look up at me with desire.

His lips were attached onto every skin on my neck that he can reach, the absolute need in him was visible by the way his hands wont stop groping every part of me, hugging me close to him.

“You have.. no idea.. just how much I need you.. it’s unbearable..” He spoke between kisses, his voice soft and with a small whine as I feel his nose nuzzling into my neck, taking a sniff of my scent.

With a small chuckle, I stroke his hair gently, pulling his bangs back in order to peck his forehead sweetly, “It’s 2 AM, jase..” I say with a soft smile, my voice slightly playful and teasing as I stare down at the needy boy holding me tightly like I’m some precious jewel.

Shaking his head, I feel his hand travel to my shirt, slowly lifting the fabric up, “I don’t fucking care..” He grumbled and lift the shirt up over my head, his eyes immediately roaming all around the new revealed skin of my torso as his hands move again, now to unclasp my bra. “How are you so fucking beautiful?” He mumble, hands now on my chest.

My smile stays on my face, amused and flattered by how much love he put in his actions, how focused he is in times like this, how much love he makes me feel, sometimes I feel like I don’t even deserve to be loved this much by a man like him.

“Your love made me beautiful.” I whisper sweetly, my hand reaching up to gently caress his cheek, watching as his eyes flutter close from the feeling, a small smile tugging on his lips. I lean down and press my lips against his.

His lips willingly and desperately kissed back, his lips moving much more rougher than the kiss my own lips offered. But just by his kisses alone, I can already feel how much love he puts into it. The faint taste of Barolo wine on his tongue mixes with my own taste of lemon tea.

Small moans leave my throat when I feel one of his hands kneading my breast, the other one one my hip instead and guides me to grind on the tent on display on his pants.

Unable to hold back any longer, my hands reached down and meet his belt. I unbuckle it and discard it to somewhere in the room with such speed as if there’s no tomorrow, but really I was just a girl that missed the feeling of having her boyfriend’s length buried so deep in her.

And judging by how needy he is, he definitely missed the feeling of my warm cunt hugging his length too.

Slowly, I took the waistline of his jeans along with his boxers and pull down both of them at once. I pull them all the way down till he can kick it off him, his cock now standing proudly between us, red at the tip with precum slowly coming out in beads. He place his head on my shoulder and groan softly, feeling the cold air greets his cock.

“Will you let me fuck you tonight, angel?”

Yet after going as far as both of us being half naked now, he still asked for permission to fuck me. Usually, he’d just grab me and fill me with his seed without even allowing me to say a word. But the way he was so needy yet considerate tonight warms my heart, he just knew how to make me feel wanted.

I nod and smile, “Yes..” I slowly take off my pants along with my panties, throwing them away behind me to god knows where.

His eyes looked so mesmerized by the sight of my fully naked body as if he haven’t seen me like this before. Or perhaps it was because of the fact that we’ve been separated for months now. Nevertheless, the way he looked so deeply into my eyes at times like this will never fail to make me blush.

With the help of his hand on my hip, I slowly lift my hips up and hold his cock in my other hand, the tip pressing right against my fold. Slowly and little by little, I sink down onto his length, a gasp of pleasure leaving my lips while a needy grunt leaves Jason’s.

“Fuck I missed this so bad..” He whisper with a sigh as he guided me to grind and move up and down his shaft, the slickness from my pussy and his precum making my movement sloppy. “You feel so good.. as always..” He praises, fingers moving my hair out of my face so he can flower my face with his sweet kisses.

My eyebrows were furrowed while I try to keep up with my own hips’ movement, trying to please him and myself as bets as I can. “Ahn.. Jason..”

Jason holds my back and pull me into his chest, kissing my hair. “Mmm.. that’s it.. treating me so well, angel..” His soft praises never failed to make my cheeks turn red and get fluster as much as his dirty words can make me weak in the knees.

He then paused my movement, holding me by my ass cheeks up in the air in his hands, then.. he starts thrusting up into me in a fast and hard speed, giving me just the most perfect pleasuring feeling ever. I gasp and hold onto his back, my nails clawing at his shirt.

The way he thrusted into me was so powerful, making my eyes roll to the back of my head while I try to keep up with my breaths.

It made me realize just how much I miss feeling him. Just how much I long for him even within a few months of being parted away from him. Just how much I need him. Just how much I love this man under me.

“Jason..” I gasped out, each time his cock enters me, a moan leave my lips, preventing me from speaking clearly. “I..” I took deep breaths before finishing my words. “I love you..” And at last, my full sentence slips out in a loving voice while still being fucked hard by him.

He was a groaning mess, his thrusts never missing a beat. “I love you too, angel.. Love you.. more than you could imagine..” He managed out before letting out another strong groan, “Fuck! I’m close..” He whined, grabbing my face and kissing me once again.

He was a kisser. It’s no doubt. Each chances he got, he took his kisses.

My eyes widened when I suddenly feel his thumb rubbing my clit in a harsh circles, “Finish with me..? Please..?” He spoke.

The neediness in him tonight is so alluring. Never in my whole life have I ever want to hold a man tightly and kiss him hard till all the breath he have are taken away this much.

“Y-yes..” I whimper out.

Not long after, his hips movement starts to falter as he stops moving and just push me down onto his cock, feeling that one last pressure before we both release at the same time, creating a dirty melody with the noises we let out.

I can feel his once hard cock slowly soften in me as his release mixed with mine and drips down from where we are still connected and onto the sheets that have became a victim of our love making once too many times.

As I try to relax again, he lay down on the bed and took me with him in his arms, once again kissing me all over my hair while I shift into a more comfortable position, head on his chest. “I love your shampoo, you know that?” He say with a stupid smile.

I smile and hum softly, “You love everything about me.”

“And I guess that’s why they say women’s always right.” He spoke with a chuckle, hugging me even closer to him.

Whatever this is, whatever is connecting him to me in this unbreakable bond that’s full of love and care and absolute uncontrollable need.. I never ever want this to end.

BOTH AT THE SAME TIME

i can take them (not in a fight)

Clone high: metallica load era , 1996

Re design of an old fan art that I drew a long time ago 🤢

Hii! Love your fics! For a request, maybe being friends/coworkers smth like that, but fans keep making edits and theories abt you two dating or being in love or something? Honestly, idk if I want it to be more fluff with a soft love confession or some hurt/comfort where one of them denies it (unknowingly hurting the other one) and with a dramatic love confession - it's up to you to decide cause I literally can't choose.

No rush! You can absolutely write it whenever or not write it at all!❤️💐

I gotchuuu <3 thank you for your suggestion !

Canon now, actually

Bbno$ (Alex Gumuchian) x reader

Female reader, slight angst and fluff at the end, friends to lovers

A/n: I’ve been getting a lot of requests for a friends to lovers fic so here’s my version of it! I’ll probably write another one with more angst and slow burn but please enjoy this one for now and I have more fics coming out soon <3

You had always been there — before the world knew his name, before the streams and sold-out shows and absurd viral TikToks. You were there when he was still in his “let’s see if this music thing works” phase, helping him with shoots, hyping up his worst freestyles, laughing at his chaotic sleep schedule and even more chaotic outfits.

You knew him as Alex, not bbno$. He was just your best friend. At least, that’s what you tried to remind yourself.

But somewhere between late-night FaceTimes and stolen glances during studio sessions, something shifted. He’d show up with your favorite coffee without asking. He remembered every inside joke from years ago. He called you when anything remotely funny happened because, “It’s only funny if I tell you.”

And then the internet noticed

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It started small — a comment on a TikTok:

- “Are they together or is it just me?”

Then came the edits. Little montages of Instagram stories, him looking at you mid-laugh, hand brushing yours, casual flirty banter. His fans were convinced you were a secret couple.

- “He’s so in love and it’s obvious.”

- “The way he looks at her? That’s not platonic.”

- “She’s his muse. I’m calling it.”

You couldn’t lie — it made your heart race. Even if it wasn’t real, it felt real. The way his hand lingered on your back. The way he called you “dude” and “babe” in the same breath. The way he talked to everyone, but really only looked at you.

But then came that stream.

You weren’t even watching live. A friend sent you the clip with a laughing emoji and a “rip the shippers.”

You clicked.

There he was — in his usual streaming setup, hair messy, glasses slipping down his nose, sipping from that enormous bottle of water he never left without.

A fan asked in the chat:

- “yo be honest. are you and y/n dating?”

Alex read it out loud, grinned, and shook his head.

“What? No way,” he said, laughing. “We’re not dating. She’s just my best friend. Chill, y’all.”

He moved on like it was nothing.

But it wasn’t nothing. Not to you.

You sat with that clip playing in your head on repeat. The way he said “no way.” Like it was ridiculous. Like it had never even crossed his mind.

Maybe it hadn’t.

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After that, you stopped texting as much.

Not because you were mad — but because it hurt. Because you realized maybe you were reading too much into everything. Maybe you had built something in your head that didn’t exist in his.

You needed to let it go. So you tried.

You answered slower. Called less. Didn’t stay on FaceTime with him until 2 a.m. talking about everything and nothing. You told yourself it was healthy. That you were creating boundaries. That he wouldn’t even notice.

Except… he did.

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It was a week and a half before he showed up at your place, completely unannounced, hoodie up, hair messy, and that look in his eyes like he’d been pacing around the city just to figure out what to say.

You opened the door in surprise. “Alex?”

“Okay,” he said, breathless. “What the hell is going on?”

You blinked. “What?”

“You’ve been weird. Like—like ghosting me weird. You barely text. You don’t call. You didn’t even like the pic I posted yesterday. It was me with a cat, dude. You love cats.”

You crossed your arms. “Maybe I’ve been busy.”

“No, see—no. That’s my excuse,” he said, stepping inside. “You’re never too busy for me unless something’s wrong.”

You looked away, trying to keep your composure. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Then why does it feel like I lost my best friend without warning?”

Your throat tightened. “Because maybe you did.”

He froze. “What?”

You finally looked at him — really looked at him. And it all came out.

“You said ‘no way’ like it was insane,” you whispered. “Like the idea of dating me was laughable. And yeah, I know we’re not dating. I know we’re just friends. But hearing you say it like that… it just made me feel stupid. For thinking this was ever something more.”

Alex looked like he’d been hit by a train.

“Wait—wait. You felt something too?”

You hesitated. “I thought I was imagining it.”

“Oh my God,” he said under his breath, running a hand down his face. “I’m so dumb.”

“You’re not dumb. You were honest. And I needed to hear it. That’s why I backed off — because I needed to stop hoping.”

“No,” he said, voice suddenly shaking. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to disappear because I said something dumb on stream. I thought I was protecting us. I didn’t know you— I didn’t know you felt it too.”

He took a shaky breath, eyes meeting yours.

“I love you, [Y/N]. Like, not in the ‘haha you’re my bestie’ way. I love you in the ‘I can’t go a day without thinking about you’ way. In the ‘you’re the only person who makes the noise in my head quiet’ way. In the ‘I see those edits and want them to be real’ way.”

Your heart was racing.

“I love the way you talk about things you’re passionate about. I love your stupid playlists. I love how you take care of people without even realizing it. I love you,” he finished, voice soft but certain.

You stood frozen in place, tears in your eyes.

“And I didn’t say it on stream because I didn’t think I deserved to say it out loud. I was scared. But losing you — even just a little — that scared me more.”

You stepped toward him slowly. “You mean it?”

“I’ve never meant anything more.”

He opened his arms like a silent question.

You didn’t answer with words — just stepped into him, wrapped your arms around his hoodie-clad torso, and held on like your heart had finally come home.

He kissed your forehead first. Then your cheek. Then, finally, your lips — slow and careful and full of everything he hadn’t known how to say until now.

And when you pulled away, forehead resting against his, he smiled.

“So… can I say it on stream now?”

You laughed, and in that moment — in his arms, with the weight of everything lifted — you knew:

The edits were right all along.

Friends with benefits typa thing with 1991 James, reader has been friends with him since 83 and knows Kirk, lars and Jason real well. AND LIKE MAKE HIM CONFESS HE WROTE NOTHINF ELSE MATTER ABOUT THE READER. And like end up fucking backstage after performing it 🙏🏻🫶

DONT YOU DARE MAKE ME CRY.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ¹⁹⁹¹

I’d known James for many years. That bond between us was always quite firm. Things had recently become pretty intimate. I will say we hooked up a few times in our friendship, just two friends seeking something more during lonely nights on the road.

One night, after a great show show, we just sat around on the tour bus. Adrenaline was still high, beers were flowing.

James and Lars were knocked out from performance, having gone directly to bed, shockingly. So I, Kirk, and Jason sat around and let the liquor flow.

"Hey, turn up the radio," Jason said suddenly, his eyes lighting up. "I think that's one of our new tracks."

Then, sure enough, the soft melody of Nothing Else Matters filled the small space of that tour bus.

It was quite a far cry from the usual thrash metal Metallica creation. This song was somber, simply beautiful. I found myself immediately in love with it since the day they played it for me in the studio.

"I really like this one," I said aloud to no one in particular. "It's different."

Kirk chuckled and glanced over at Jason. "Oh, you know all about this song," he said, his eyes sparkling with tipsiness.

I raised an eyebrow. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Jason turned to Kirk, then back to me. "Wait, you don't know?"

"Know what?" I asked, a weird sense of anticipation.

"James didn't tell you?" Kirk asked, lowering his voice so James wouldn't hear from his bunk.

I shook my head, completely baffled as i glanced around for any clue as to what’s they meant. "Tell me what?"

Kirk leaned forward, his face now dead serious. "He wrote this song about you."

I just sat there staring at him, my brain stumbling over the thought. "About.. me?"

Jason nodded, his face softening with a knowing smile. "Yeah. Ever wonder why it sounds so personal?"

I was floored. Absolutely floored. Of all the things that I had contributed to the scale of imaginations in my mind, this wasn't one.

James wrote a song for me? I replayed again, this time each word sounding all new.

"But, why?" I stuttered.

Kirk and Jason exchanged another look, as if wordlessly passing along a secret they both shared. "Because you mean a lot to him," Kirk explained conclusively. "More than you might realize."

I sank back, my heart thudding inside my chest. The lyrics looped in my mind, the tune entwining itself into my thoughts. James, who I had known for so many years, my friend, and lately so much more, had laid his heart out in this damn song. A song about me.

Everything had become pretty fuzzy in the days since Kirk and Jason's secret. That conversation just kept playing over in my head. The knowledge James had written that song about me left me unable to breathe.

I sat backstage at one of their concerts tonight, just like I usually did. The crowd roar and the all knowing riffs of Metallica pierced the air, but my thoughts strayed strong.

I sat there, lost, replaying the moments I shared with James, not able to shake off that my heart filled with an emotion I had been trying to ignore for years.

The final song began.

Nothing else matters, those sweet open notes.

I watched James up on stage, his voice pouring out something so raw. He looked so vulnerable in that circle of light.

I am thinking of James, of his smile, wide, sweetly bent, which can still make me smile. His laughter is soft and amused sometimes, other times, it's loud and proud. He has such a big heart, which maybe he would have covered up with an exterior of toughness, but there was unmistakable proof in his acts. He was just a big teddy bear, really.

I thought about the times we had shared, nights that we spent as lovers. The way he touched me, held me, kissed me, made love to me. It wasn't just sex, it was something deeper, something more.

I felt my eyes swim with tears as he sang. The lyrics glowed of love, longing, all the same things that I had suppressed, feared admitting.

All along, I had been trying to tell myself it was just a friends with benefits thing, no strings attached, that sort of thing. Yet now, with this song playing, knowing it to be about me, it was impossible to keep lying to myself.

I loved James. And always had.

As the last plucking notes of the song ceased into the applause of the many fans, something hit me like a ton of bricks. I realized I was in love with James. But now, denying it wasn't possible. I loved him.

Later that evening, we started back to the hotel. The streets were empty, at times, only the sound of our footsteps could be heard.

That song still stirred something inside me. I walked along with James, taking quick looks at him, my heart racing with all the things I wanted to say. But didn’t.

Finally, we reached the hotel, and James excused himself. "Hey, can you come with me for a second?" he asked, looking at me with a face he clearly wanted to look hesitant.

I nodded, my lips curling up slightly. "Sure."

We walked down the hallway to his room, until at last he stopped and turned toward me.

"So uh… Don't freak out," he started off awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. "The guys convinced me to tell you what I'm about to say."

I nodded again. My stomach practically doing flips as I knew what he was about to say. "Okay, shoot."

He sucked in a deep breath and looked around looking more nervous than I’d ever seen the man. "I, uh… I don't really know how to say this, but…the song, you know.. 'Nothing Else Matters'…I wrote it about you. For you."

"About me?" I whispered, even though I already knew. Hearing him say it was different.

James nodded, his eyes finally meeting mine. "Yeah. I… I wasn’t gonna tell you, but Kirk and Jason wouldn't let it go."

"Why would you write something so beautiful about me?" I queried softly.

James stepped closer, his voice whisper soft now.

“Because I love you.”

His words strung in the air between us, then came the kiss, soft and full of passion, full of all the love that had been built up inside me during all those many days. His hands rested lightly on my hips, and I felt right.

I pulled back just an inch, my forehead still against his. "James… promise me this means something, that we won't go right back to being friends," I whispered, referring to all those other times when, well, we'd made out, even fucked, without meaning anything by it.

He stared into my eyes. "The last thing I want is to just be friends.”

A grin spread across his face as he swung me up and into another kiss. Our lips had barely touched when he pushed open the door to his hotel room, sweeping me inside before he kicked it shut behind us a little more gently.

The latch clicked, and the sound bounced in the room.

We both giggled, the laughter blending with the kisses, our joy filling the room. His hands took their place all over my body.

He laid me softly on the bed, crawling over me. His lips found mine again, and this kiss was slow, full promises.

His hands were absolutely everywhere, stroking down my sides, brushing and squeezing against my breasts, finally resting on my hips.

"I love you," he breathed against my lips.

"I love you too, James…” I whined in return, just hardly a breathy sigh.

He shifted in weight, moving between my legs, his erection pressing insistently against my thigh. I felt the heat of him, the hardness that told me of his deep need.

We stripped ourselves down, pecks and smiles given between each article of clothing that was tossed to the floor.

Slowly, he guided himself to me the head of his cock nudged against my wetness. It was familiar, but different this time. It meant something.

My hands clutched at his back, my nails dragging in a little as he started to push inside.

"God, you feel so good," he groaned out. "So perfect for me…”

That stretch was fucking perfect, a mix of pleasure and slight ache as he filled me up. Slowly but surely, his cock slid into me, inch by inch, and sank deeper.

I just cannot describe this feeling of being inside.

"You're so big," I whimpered again. "I love how you feel inside me..." I told him earnestly, I knew it would get him riled up.

"I love being inside you," he replied with a chuckle despite the growl. "You make me feel so good, baby… you always do."

Once he was bottoming out, the thrusts began almost simultaneously, each pump a reasoned peice of his love. I felt every inch of him, the way his cock stretched and filled me up completely, how it rubbed against all the right places inside.

"You feel amazing," he murmured again, his lips against my ear. "So, so tight. My good girl."

My hips lifted to his thrusts, and we moved together. The sounds of our lovemaking were quite evident, the wet slap of our bodies coming together, the endless gasps and moans becoming a mess.

"James," I groaned, grasping at his neck and tugging him closer as he moved inside me. "Oh God, yes. Just like that!” I wailed.

His tongue delved deep into my mouth, as did his cock. I felt the heat of him, the slick pulsing hardness that filled me so well, better than anyone or anything ever could.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered against my lips, breath hot. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I gasped, my body arching against his as my pricked nipples grazed his sweaty chest. "I love you so much, James."

His thrusts quickened, grew harder, urgent, sloppy. I could feel that tension tightening and tightening in my tummy.

His cock pounded inside me, each beat forcing me closer to cumming.

"You're my everything," he groaned thickly. "My beautiful girl. You're so good for me.”

"Yes," I groaned, my nails clawing into his back and probably leaving vulgar marks. "I'm yours, J-James. Always."

I could feel him throbbing inside me, its heat a delicious reminder of his lust for me.

"Cum for me," he whispered, his voice at once a command and plea. "Cum for me, baby."

The final push that sent me over the brink. My climax ripped over me. I clung to his body, my frame shaking as He fucked me through it.

It was only second later and James followed, his member pulsing as he roared. I felt the hot, wet rush of his cum, flooding me. He groaned my name, every inch of us trembled, from our legs to our voices.

He kissed me lightly, lips tender. “You're amazing," he breathed in my ear.

This was where I was mean to be, with James.

And nothing else matters.

I want him to grab me and throw me over his shoulder, I’ll definitely kick my legs but I secretly like it🙂

Arguments

Requested by: Anon

Genre: 18+ Smut minors dni

Word Count: 784

Warnings: Public sex, bathroom sex, p in v sex, edging

I could feel the music pulsing through my veins. My boyfriend Kirk and I were at a party. It was his idea to come, but now that we are here, he has been quiet and sulking on a couch. Because I was here, I wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity for a good time. 

I was dancing with Lars, who also happens to be one of my best friends. We were laughing and having a good time. Everything is completely platonic between us.

I was laughing, and enjoying myself when a firm hand gripped my wrist. I turned to see Kirk, who uncharacteristically looked pissed. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked him, feeling a bit worried. 

“We’re leaving.” Was all he said before he turned dragging me away from the dance floor. I turned, giving Lars a confused look. He just shrugged and waved.  

“Hey, you can stop dragging me, I can walk myself.” I said. Kirk ignored me and opened the passenger door. I slipped in and he slammed it. “What is your problem?” I asked as he slid into the driver's seat. He glanced over at me with a glare. 

“We go to a party together, and you spend the whole time dancing with another guy.” He said, his tone was low and cold. 

“Yeah, because the second we got there you sat down. It wasn’t just some guy though, it was Lars. He’s harmless.” I argued. 

“So you didn’t even try to ask me to dance or see what was going on with me?” Kirk asked, his voice starting to raise. 

“I’m not a goddamn mind reader, you were the one who wanted to go to the party, bud, I don’t know what you want me to say.” I said getting frustrated. 

“Bud?” He questioned. I folded my arms looking out the window. “Get out, we’re going back in.” He snapped. 

“What?” I asked, feeling confused. 

“Out.” He reached over to open my door. Confused, I got out and closed the door. He came around grabbing my wrist again. 

“”Where are we going?” I asked, following behind him as best I could. He didn’t answer. We got back to the party, he pushed past a bunch of people and entered the bathroom. 

Kirk locked the door, then turned to me, there was a fire in his eyes. 

“Face the mirror.” He commanded. I did as he said and faced the mirror. He maintained eye contact through the mirror as he came up behind me. He flipped my skirt up and pulled my panties down. My eyes widened. 

“What are you-“ I started. 

“Am I your bud? When I make you come so hard you’re seeing stars? Hmm?” He asked. 

“No.” I said softly. 

“What was that?” He asked cupping his ear with one hand as the other snaked around and started rubbing my clit. 

“N-no.” I stuttered but it was louder. Kirk continued rubbing my clit as he spread my legs. He started rubbing me faster bringing on a quick orgasm. Just as I was about to come, he stopped. I whined rubbing my back against him. 

“You come when I let you.” He whispered in my ear. I nodded. Kirk dropped his pants and he entered me from behind me, stretching me out. He pulled his hips back and snapped them back hard, I let out a small scream. His pace was hard and fast. 

“Oh fuck. Kirk.” I moaned out and closed my eyes. 

“Open your eyes. Look in the mirror. Who makes you feel this good?” He said. I opened my eyes and met his eyes in the reflection. 

“You do. Only you.” I moaned. He reached around and started rubbing my clit again. I could feel the orgasm bubbling beneath the surface. 

“Please.” I said. 

“Please what?” He asked continuing to rut into me. 

“Please let me come.” I begged. He added more pressure on my clit. I screamed as I came. His hips didn’t stop. I leaned against the sink and he came filling me up. He leaned his forehead against my shoulder. 

“Sorry, I wasn’t in a good mood tonight. Please never call me bud again.” He whispered. 

“I won’t. I’m sorry you were having a bad night and I just left you to sit around.” I said reaching back to rub his side. 

He pulled out and pulled his pants up. He pulled my panties up and helped me get presentable. He turned around and kissed me softly. 

“Wanna go home and fuck some more?” I offered with puppy eyes. Kirk nodded with a chuckle. 

“Sounds like a plan, babe.” He kissed my forehead and wrapped an arm around me as we exited the party.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa