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HOLY MOLY

Zombie | K.H.

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fandom: 80s

pairings: Kirk Hammett x F!Reader

WARNINGS: This story starts with a plot. Friends to lovers, LOOOTS of fluff, kissing, kind of having someone throw themself on the reader (???) more fluff, smut, fluffy smut, fingering, p in v, (safe sex dw 🤣) overstimulation, some form of comedy…

summary: An initially boring Halloween night takes an intriguing turn when a game of spin the bottle has you hoping your kissing skills are good enough for your best friend.

gif not mine!!

A/N: Hi losers, finally posted yayyyy! I wrote and posted this on wattpad and think you guys deserve to see it too! And guess what??? I have another story coming right after this 😍 Also I kinda add detail to what you wear like those corny wattpad writers… I’m sorry…but I swear its all inclusive!!

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10:47PM, October 31st, 1979.

Here you sat on the kitchen counter of one of your classmates homes, loud booming music all around you, drunk teenagers making out with each other everywhere and some game going on in the living room.

You were dressed as a ghost, pale makeup across your face, black shadow around your eyes and white clothing, ripped and stained to make it look old.

"That guy over there's been looking at you all night," said Jocelyn, another one of your classmates and your best girlfriend since seventh grade. She was dressed as the Bride of Frankenstein.

"Don't look now, but he's totally checking you out!" She said, standing in front of you while trying to subtly look at the guy over your shoulder.

"What's he look like?" You questioned, hoping it was a certain long, wavy-haired brunet you had eyes for since second grade.

"Blond hair, brown eyes and he's jacked. He's dressed like a surfer." She smirked. Hearing her words, you whipped your head around to see the boy she described smile widely at you, sending a small wave your way. He was dressed like a stereotypical surfer, medium shaggy hair, sky blue swim trunks, a white muscle shirt and pink sunglasses.

You politely smiled, waved back and turned back around, "Not my type... You know I like brunets."

Jocelyn groaned in disappointment and annoyance, "Okay well the one you're thinking about doesn't look at you like most of the guys here."

"That's because most of the guys here can't keep it in their pants." You rolled your eyes, hopping off the counter and making your way to the living room. You spotted Tom dressed like a basketball player on the couch with his arm around a girl. She was dressed like a devil, laughing at the game they were playing. Sitting a couple feet away from him, you asked, "What game are we playing?"

"Spin the bottle," the boy replied, the alcohol making his words slur with a smile. You internally praised yourself for going to the bathroom when they were making all the girls play a drinking game.

"Hey!!" you heard someone call out for you, turning to the group whose eyes were all on you. Feeling an intense wave of embarrassment, you spotted the beer bottle on the coffee table turned towards you.

"Fuck."

Looking up to see who spun it, you lowly groaned when it was the surfer boy. He was a pretty attractive guy, above average looking, nice bod, so things could be way worse. You really didn't want to kiss the guy. Your gut told you he was a creep. But of course you knew there was absolutely no way in hell you could get out of this without drinking, so you stood up, walking towards him with an awkward smile on your face.

Standing in front of him for a couple seconds, you leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, quickly turning around to sit again.

Everyone in the room booed at you before the tall blond grabbed your wrist and kissed you with a little too much tongue. You cringed and pulled back, but he didn't let go. He tried to kiss you again so you shoved his face away with excessive force.

The room was quiet. The upbeat music in the background making it that much more awkward.

"That was gross," you chuckled, scoffing and turning back to your seat.

"Don't eat the garlic bread before the game, guys." You said, earning a few laughs.

I mean, the guy was being far too desperate for a silly game of kissing random people. You had the right, especially if the kiss was bad.

It was when you sat down that you noticed him. He was dressed in a zombie outfit, makeup of fake scars on him. Finally you found him after almost the entire night of looking for him, or rather waiting for him to pass by near you, but it's the same difference.

Kirk stood by the doorway in the corner of the room, a smile with a look that mocked you.

You subtly stuck your tongue out at him, earning the finger in return.

It was Jocelyn's turn next, she kissed a random guy, and the turns kept going until it was your turn to spin.

You really, really hoped it landed on Kirk.

So you spun it hard and fast, the bottle sitting there spinning for longer than usual until it finally slowed down, landing on the other side of the room.

It was him. It landed on Kirk.

He stared at the bottle, scratching the back of his neck with a cringe on his face.

Now what? Surely you didn't think it through, how would you kiss him? Would it ruin your almost lifelong friendship? Would he see you differently and finally acknowledge his feelings for you? Or would he dislike it and judge you based off the way you kiss?

You didn't realize the moments that had passed until Kirk was standing right in front of you.

"We don't have to do this if you don't wanna." He whispered as he looked down at you, awkwardly pursing his lips.

"Nah, gotta play the game," You took his hands and almost jumped up with excitement despite your nerves.

Kirk cleared his throat, turning to the guy you kissed earlier and in a mocking tone, "Watch and learn, motherfucker." He said, giggling at the guy.

He turned his head back to you, trying to hold in a laugh. But he hesitated, finally realizing the spot he was in. A light pink dusted his cheeks. He ignored it and moved one of his hands to cup your cheek, the other to the back of your head.

The moment felt like it was going in slow motion as he leaned in, gazing into your eyes and then looking straight at your lips until his lightly pressed up against them.

Wow.

Kirk was a great kisser. It made you wonder how much experience he had.

He was quite smooth with it, slowly moving his lips against yours. He pulled away for a short breath and your reaction, until he turned his head the other way, leaning back in to kiss you again at another angle. Just to see if it was any different. People began to cheer.

Moving your hands up around his neck, you surely didn't expect anything like this, if anything you expected a short, boring kiss.

Your heart was racing, you felt your face become hot as you nervously played with the hair on the nape of his neck. He pulled back, his eyes widening in horror.

He quickly let go of you and moved back to his place, leaving you standing there as the game continued on.

You looked at him confused. It was just a kiss right? Part of a game. You didn't have to act like it had to be special. But why'd he kiss you like that, then act like it was gross?

Standing up, you made your way to the kitchen, "I'm gonna get a drink." You stated in slight disappointment, swerving past Kirk and earning 'Oo's' from the crowd.

Now Kirk felt guilty for pulling away so fast.

Kirk always liked you. Just not in the way he thought he did. Yes, he'd occasionally feel the room get hot when you checked him out, thinking he wouldn't notice. Or get nervous when you looked too pretty... But that meant nothing. It would be the same if you were a stranger.

However, he really liked that kiss. The sweet taste of punch with a hint of alcohol. How soft your lips were. How your hands felt as they lightly tugged his hair. He wondered what other situations you'd pull his hair in... Maybe when he made love to you... Physically showing you, and verbally affirming how much he really did love you. How close your body was to his. That was the closest proximity you two had ever been in. He really enjoyed it.

Wait.

Fuck, does that mean he likes you now?

He couldn't stop thinking about it. About how the kiss made him feel. About how you were literally perfect for him. You knew everything about him, and he knew everything about you. He loved everything about you, there wasn't a single thing he could think of that he didn't like about you. God it was all so cheesy and gross. How could he let himself think like he was in a high school Rom-Com movie.

All these thoughts overwhelmed him with excitement, making him smile widely and get up to look for you. Just then remembering you were probably upset or something by the way you left so abruptly.

You sat on the kitchen island counter again, facing away from the living room, watching as a few couples kissed and giggled around the room and you sighed in annoyance.

"Hey."

The familiar voice made you freeze. You knew he was standing behind you, waiting for you to acknowledge him but you pretended like you didn't hear him over the music.

Your eyes followed him as he passed in front of you, leaning on the counter across from the one you sat atop, crossing his arms.

He cleared his throat.

"Hi," you said with a plastic smile, your voice cracking.

He smiled back genuinely, "Sorry if that was... Weird. We had to, otherwise we'd have to drink."

"Yeah... It's fine. Just a kiss," you laughed awkwardly, staring at the boy in front of you, hoping that he might actually like you. Just because of the way he kissed you.

He looked great in his costume. Fake bite marks on his neck and arms, his hair was messy. He had a white tee with faux blood stains and rips in it, revealing some skin and the light definition of his muscles. Over that, he had a leather jacket, the sleeves rolled up, with black ripped jeans and a fob too.

"I thought you came for a drink," he said, grinning with his stupidly cute crooked teeth and that annoying little dimple, licking his dumb red and plump lips. "Right," you chuckled, hopping off at the same time he stepped forward, nearly bumping into him.

You wanted to be as far from him as possible.

"Hey," he called out your name.

"Yeah?" you replied, turning back around to look at him.

"The drinks are over here," he chuckled, pointing his thumb behind him where there were a couple of large coolers on the ground.

"Right," you mentally face palmed. He handed you a bottle of beer and you reached for the top to avoid coming in contact with his hand.

It still had the cap on but you couldn't take it off and chuckled in embarrassment. Why was it so awkward now?

"Here," he took the bottle from your hand and popped the cap off on the edge of the counter, handing it to you.

When you reached to grab it again, he pulled back.

You paused, moving to try and grab it again but he held it away from you.

"Kirk."

"Yes?" He smiled cheekily.

"Give me my beer."

"Well it's not yours until you've taken a sip from it, am I right?"

You sighed, "Just give me the bottle, Kirk," going to reach for it again but he held it behind his back.

"Kirk!" You chuckled.

Now he reached his goal. Finally a smile.

Trying to attain for it for the third time, he moved it away once again, holding it above his head this time.

"Come on," he chuckled, "If you want it you just have to take it." He stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Gripping his shoulder, you got on your toes trying to reach for it. He watched your hand as it was a couple inches from the bottle, "Ugh, you almost have it!" He mocked, turning his head down to look at you.

Locking eyes with him for a second, his breath hitched as his eyes flickered to your lips once more. An intense was of desire for another taste, he slowly leaned in.

You did notice this but decided to be oblivious and ignore it. Kirk was a ticklish guy, so you poked the side from which arm he was holding up, causing him to immediately flinch and bring his arm down. You quickly snatched the bottle from his hand, "HA! Loser."

"Hey, that's cheating!" He said, laughing nervously, hoping you didn't notice his attempt.

"Losers, weepers." You said, turning around to grab a piece of candy from a bowl.

Taking a long sip of your beer, Kirk spoke up before the silence became awkward.

"So about that guy you kissed earlier,"

You almost choked on your drink but kept it up to your lips to avoid having to say anything.

"Was my kiss better than his?" he raised his brow playfully.

This time you did choke, coughing for air as you set the bottle down. Kirk hurried to you and softly patted your back.

"You okay? Sorry..." What a stupid question, he thought.

Grabbing the bottle again, you took another sip to stop the itching in your throat.

"Are you good?" He cautiously let go as you cleared your throat.

"Uh-m yeah..." Speaking was uncomfortable, so you cleared your throat once again.

"Sorry. Uh, what were you saying?" You knew exactly what he was saying but hoped and hoped he forgot about it.

A sadistic smile grew on his face.

"My kiss was better than the other guy's, right?" He sat atop the counter.

You stared at him in disbelief.

"What do you think, Kirk?" You asked him genuinely.

He threw his hands up in defense, "Hey, you're my best friend so you've gotta be on my side."

You rolled your eyes, thanking the lord for his lighthearted personality.

"Yes. Your kiss was better. He used too much tongue." You cringed.

"Good..." He chuckled, clearing his throat. His palms were getting sweaty.

"...Did..." He hesitated.

"Did...you like it...?" He kept his gaze on you for any kind of response or reaction.

You tried to look away from him, but his eyes kept you in a trance.

"Uhm... Yeah. You're not a bad kisser, y'know." You smiled, playfully hitting his shoulder. An attempt to lighten the mood.

He smiled back. "Alright, good." He laughed lightly, "I know that if you liked it then it really was good."

"What makes you say that?" You questioned, a little confused.

"You're brutally honest with me."

You paused. Maybe you weren't as honest as you should be. You've been lying to him since the second grade. Or rather keeping something from him. Which is still dishonesty.

But you couldn't tell him now. I mean, you got over him a ton of times, so you could do it again. And you've liked other guys more than you liked him... But you still always had a little thing for him in the back of your mind when you had those other crushes, you hated how smitten you were.

"Yeah, I am aren't I?" You smirked. "That's why I'm better than all of your friends." You joked.

He only smiled at you.

"I love you."

You turned around just in case your blush was noticeable.

"Good."

Turning back around, "I love you too," you lifted your bottle up to him, "but remember you're still a loser."

He playfully rolled his eyes, "Yeah whatever."

Walking towards the living room, it had seemed that the game was still going on.

"Wanna get outta here?" He asked, walking up next to you, motioning his head towards the general area in which the front door was located.

"Sure. It's kinda boring here anyways."

Kirk chuckled, looking at Tom and mouthing to him that he was gonna leave.

"I'll go warm up the car," he informed.

"Alright," you responded, walking up to Jocelyn to let her know you were leaving with Kirk, since she was your ride there.

“Let me know if he makes a move," she whispered, winking at you.

"Oh shut up," you scoffed.

"What? He looked real into it when it was your turn. One would think he was in love with you!"

"Stop it, Jocelyn!" You giggled, getting up to leave.

"Use protection!" She yelled rather loudly.

You gagged in response and turned around, lifting your hand next to your head and flipping her off.

The walk to the car was difficult. At first you had to swerve through a crowded foyer in order to leave the house, and the walk to the car was cold. It was windy, but thankfully Kirk had driven up to the front of the house from where he was parked. Which was kind of far.

As you reached for the handle, you heard a click and pulled, only to find it was locked.

You groaned loudly, "Kirk, it's cold as shit out here! Stop it with your stupid games."

He rolled down the window a crack, "Only if you say the magic word."

"Please."

"No, the magic word." He smirked.

"God, you're such an asshole sometimes." You sighed.

He made a buzzer sound, "Wrong."

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you dragged your hand across your face, knowing he wouldn't budge until you played along. "Abracadabra."

The door clicked and you wasted no time in opening the door to sit down.

"Fuck you."

"Thanks." He said, shifting into gear and driving off.

"Wanna get ice cream?" He asked.

"Uh... Yeah but I'm pretty tired. Could you just drop me off at home?" You replied.

"Mhm."

The ride home was a little quiet, so you decided to turn on the radio. Damage Case by Motörhead began playing at full volume, causing the both of you to jump as you quickly reached for the volume to lower it.

Turning the knob for a different radio station, you found one with a softer tone of music.

How Long by Ace was playing. The romantic vibrations it gave off caused you to quickly switch the radio station, but Kirk grabbed your hand.

"Go back, I like that song"

"You do?" You questioned, scoffing as if he was a weirdo for liking it, even if you did too.

"Yeah." He chuckled, his eyes still on the road.

So you went back, and the song played.

A short moment passed and Kirk spoke, "You know you're my best friend, right?" He said.

"Uhh, yeah...? Where's this coming from?"

There was a light ahead going from yellow to red.

As he came to a complete stop, he turned to you, "I know this is real corny, but I would do anything for you. Anything. Just say the word. Okay?"

"Okay...." You dragged out, letting out an awkward laugh. "Thanks Kirk."

"Anytime." He clicked his teeth and winked, pointing a finger gun your way.

The light turned green as you chuckled.

Finally you turned the familiar corner onto your block. It wasn't long until Kirk pulled over to the curb in front of your home, "Thanks Kirk, see ya," you said as you opened the door.

"Hey, wait," he called, "Could I maybe spend the night? My dad said it's best I don't go home tonight..." He pursed his lips.

"Oh yeah, sure. My parents aren't in town until Sunday, so... We can watch as many scary movies as we want without getting yelled at to go to sleep," you chuckled.

"Wicked," he pumped his fist, turning off the ignition and hopping out of the car.

"Whaddya wanna watch?" He asked as he followed you to the front door.

"You already know." You turned to him, smirking as you unlocked the door and walked inside.

"Right." He giggled, "Classic."

It wasn't long until the both of you were in your room, Kirk sitting on the bed while you put in the VHS for Creature from the Black Lagoon.

"I'm gonna go change real quick," said Kirk as he stood up, grabbing clothes he'd left there before and walking out your room towards the bathroom.

You also quickly got changed into sweats before he returned. Suddenly hearing your door open, you saw Kirk standing there shirtless, holding his shirt up in one hand.

"Have you been wearing this?" He asked, hiding a smile.

"...No." You replied, trying so hard to keep your eyes on his, but you couldn't help when they moved down to his bare torso. He had already taken off all his makeup

"Okay just making sure you're not the one who absolutely drenched this in vanilla perfume."

You cringed. "Sorry. I mean it's your fault for leaving it here." You held your hands up.

He scoffed and went back to finish changing.

He threw the clothes from his costume in one corner of your room, hopping back on the bed as you left for the bathroom too, to wash your makeup off and brush your teeth.

"Alright, you ready?" You questioned, shutting the door to your room and turning off the light, leaving a little lamp on your desk in the corner of your room.

You sat with your back on the headboard, Kirk laying down, his head in the pillows.

When it began playing, you felt Kirk lay his head in your lap and you instinctively began raking your fingers through his hair. He brought up one of his hands to rest on your shin. At this point, you couldn't help but just look at him, his side profile from above, how perfect he was. Like fuck. Why the fuck is he so perfect?

There wasn't a moment of the day in which you didn't think about him. It made you sad sometimes, that he never acknowledged or noticed it. But then again, you weren't really making it obvious either.

But what made all that disappointment go away was that kiss. You were so annoyed that you kept thinking about it.

You thought about what Jocelyn said. About how he looked "so into it" or whatever. It was hard to forget the feeling of his soft plush lips on yours. Goddamn. And the way he held your face, with such gentleness. How he went back in for another like the first one just wasn't enough.

Here you began thinking about kissing him again. Right here, right now. And if it would get intense, what it could lead to... How good he was in that department.

Trying to pay attention to the movie, you clenched your jaw hard, trying not to let yourself think about those things.

No, not with him right there. When he was gone yes, but not now.

Those thoughts didn't give up. The image of him on top of you just popped into your mind. It wasn't your fault. Your mind trailed off thinking about his hand on your leg, if he got up and moved it up to your thighs... How his calloused fingers would feel touching you in all the right places... It felt like only five minutes had passed but the movie was suddenly over.

"Did you enjoy the 87th time of watching that movie?" He asked out of the blue, lifting himself so that his face was at your level.

"Yes, I did." You replied after a moment.

He got off the bed and walked to the little shelf you had with all your VHS tapes. He bought one for you not too long ago, of a movie that had come out earlier this year called 'Alien.'

You had watched it with him in theaters a few months ago and immediately fell in love with it. That Ripley chick was such a badass.

He put that one on, the package still hadn't been opened so this would be your fourth time watching it. You already watched it three times at the movies.

It began playing and he walked back to sit on the bed again, only this time he sat against the headboard, to your left. Of course you had to lay your head on his shoulder otherwise it would feel weird.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, laying his chin on the top of your head, sighing in exhaustion.

Woah, your hair smelled really nice, he noticed.

Now it was Kirk's turn to think about you. That kiss. He had been thinking about it all night since it had happened. It pissed him off that he never thought of you that way and suddenly out of the blue its like all he wanted to do was you. And god, why did he have to go in for another? He thought maybe that gave it all away. Oh but the way you held his hair, god that felt so good. He wanted you to pull his hair and tell him how good he made you feel.

Well shit, Kirk might actually be in love with you too. Hell yeah he's loved you his whole life, but never like this. It's like that kiss opened his eyes or something.

He lifted his head to look at you, just to admire you. You felt this movement and looked back up at him.

Shit, should he say something?

"Is everything okay?" You asked.

He couldn't respond, he opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out. God that was embarrassing... All he thought about was kissing you again. He's never been so obsessed over something so little but here he was.

He wondered if you wanted to kiss him as badly as he wanted to kiss you right now.

"Kirk?" You pulled back a little, "Are you okay?" You asked with sincere concern.

"I wanna kiss you again right now." He didn't hesitate.

You just sat there flabbergasted.

Never in a million years would you have thought to hear those words from Kirk.

"...What?" You felt like you heard him wrong.

"Are you messing wi-"

That's when he cut you off and pressed his lips against yours again.

Pulling back, he watched for your reaction.

All you could do was stare between his eyes and lips.

"That was nice." You finally said.

He just smiled and went back in. This time he held the back of your head and pushed your face against his in order to kiss you harder, your hands lifting to rest on his chest. His head turned, syncing the movement of his lips with yours as his free hand slid down to your thigh, dragging it up and down. He slowly slipped his tongue past your lips, teasing yours as you pushed yours against his.

As your tongues danced, the hand on your thigh moved closer to your core, but it felt wrong to touch you before you said he could. So he moved it to your jaw.

The two of you were finally running out of breath so you finally pulled away.

Neither of you said anything, the only noises in the room were that of the movie and both your heavy breaths.

Kirk had finally caught his breath, "I like you. I like like you. And now I really wanna...Touch you..."

You smiled, "Took you about ten years."

"Ten years...?! What?" he looked at you surprised.

"Kirk," you laughed, "I've liked you this whole time, and you notice now?"

He stared at you in disbelief, his face slowly turning a shade of red.

Just the thought of you constantly having him on your mind turned him on. He looked at your lips again, "Sorry," he said before kissing you again. "My whole life has been a lie..." He joked, smiling, pushing his lips against yours once more, then moving to press kisses on your cheeks. He pecked a trail of small kisses all along your jawline, causing you to giggle, until he licked a stripe along your neck.

His hand moved from your face down to your torso, your heart skipping for a second as he began to kiss all over your neck, searching for that one spot until he reached one and you tensed up a little. That's where he decided to suck and bite at, leaving a quite obvious and visible bruise.

He subtly lifted the hem of your shirt, moving his hand under and finally coming in contact with your bare skin, continuing to peck at your neck.

His hand lightly squeezed your waist as he let out a heavy sigh, leaving lingering kisses on your jaw, moving back to kiss your lips once more.

"Can I?" He whispered, his fingers barely sliding under the waistband of your sweats.

"Yeah." You answered, watching his hand as it moved lower. It was then that you noticed a bulge in his pants, it made your face get hot but you didn't say anything about it.

He purposely made his movements slow, his fingers never quite giving you any relief. He liked to tease. But of course, like all horny teenage boys, he was beginning to get desperate. His fingers found your bundle of nerves and he began to rub small circles over the cloth of your panties.

You let out a heavy sigh, "Is that good enough?" He asked, moving his head up to look at you, making sure he was doing a good job.

"Yeah... Feels good, but... More please.." You breathed heavily in between words.

His hand moved up and his fingers reached under the band of your panties, two of his fingers slowly moving up and down your lips, "You're so wet..." He whispered in excitement, a small smile on his face as if he was surprised.

Finally he pushed his middle finger inside you, slowly pumping in and out until he added another. He began moving a bit faster, curling up into just the right spot, making you to let out a small groan.

"Oh, fuck." You said, your eyes shut in pleasure.

His palm began rubbing against your clit, making your legs slightly come together.

"Does that feel good?" He breathed, watching your face just to make sure once again.

"Yes, fuck yeah... Keep going," you moaned quietly.

The movements in his hand quickened, his eyes still on your face as it contorted into visible pleasure, causing him to softly smile to himself.

You leaned up to kiss him and he sighed into it, his fingers scissoring inside you as he kept pumping them in and out. He pulled away and looked down at his hand only to see it disappearing into your pants.

"I'm gonna stop for a bit, okay?" He said, slowly pulling his fingers out.

"What happened?" You asked nervously as you watched him move off the bed.

He began pulling his shirt over his head, and your legs instinctively parted, "What are you gonna do?" You questioned.

"Do you have condoms...?"

You blushed and quickly got up, "Let me go check," you said as you walked out the door, your knees already a little weak.

Kirk noticed this and laughed.

"Shut up," you said as you walked towards your parents room.

It was a little odd thinking that your parents might have this kind of thing and you would actually die if you found what you were looking for on a different occasion, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

You checked your dad's drawers and surprisingly found nothing, so you moved to your moms side and the first thing you saw was exactly what you needed. You grabbed one of the condoms and immediately ran back to your room, closing the door and locking it even if no one would come home.

When you turned around you were met with Kirk sitting on the edge of your bed, propped on his elbows with his head thrown back, waiting for you.

Now there was a very obvious tent in his pants.

"Does this work?" You sat behind him on the bed, holding up the condom as he turned to look at you.

"Yeah..." He leaned in to kiss you again, slowly pushing you to lay back. He lifted himself and helped you take your shirt off, leaving you in your bra and pants.

His pupils dilated, "You're so beautiful," he said as he looked down at your body, leaning up to kiss you for the umpteenth time.

He tugged at the waistband of your pants and pulled them down, you lifted your hips and he was able to pull them all the way off. He then got up and pulled his own off, along with his boxers.

Kirk had a big dick when he was hard. And it was slightly intimidating too.

He leaned back down, keeping one hand free and the other next to your head.

"Will this hurt?" You asked.

He looked at you confused,

"Are you a virgin?"

"No, your dick is just bigger than the others," you replied.

His face got beet red, "Shut the fuck up," he laughed, leaning closer to you and pulling your panties down, inserting his fingers into you once again, making you gasp.

He didn't keep them in for long before pulling them out and bringing his hand down, using your wetness to begin stroking himself. His eyes closed as he sighed.

He opened his eyes again, "Can you open the..." he huffed, "the condom," he asked, watching your hand as you grabbed the small package and ripped it open with your teeth.

"Can you help me put it on?" He looked at you helplessly. He was playing a game and he was good at it.

You moved your hand down and he let go of himself, grabbing onto your wrist as you rolled it on.

It's been so long since you wanted to do this, to have him in your grasp, so you spit on your hand and began slowly jerking him off. He let out a low groan before wrapping his hand around yours and squeezing a little tighter.

Looks like he likes it rough, you thought.

"Oh my fuck, " He whined, shutting his eyes tight and throwing his head back, then leaning down to bury his face into your neck.

Not long passed before he pulled your hand away and huffed, "You ready?" he asked, holding himself closer to you, "Yeah," you answered. Kirk brushed his tip against your entrance, sliding it up and down and smiling at your reactions. He then pushed himself in an inch at a time.

Your jaw fell open along with his, the two of you looking one another in the eyes, your eyes fluttering shut as his own rolled back.

Once he was all the way in, he stopped, moving down to press his lips onto yours.

"You feel so warm..." He breathed.

"Please," you whined, hoping he would understand it was for him to move.

Kirk slowly began pulling out before he pushed back in, slowly picking up his pace until he was thrusting steadily. He bit his lip, trying to suppress a groan you figured. One of his hands brushed down your side, stopping at your thigh to pull it around his waist and give himself more space.

His thrusts got harder before he hit your g-spot. Letting out a low moan, you moved your hands up Kirk's chest and around his shoulders to rest on the back of his neck.

"Kirk," you whimpered and he released a heavy breath as he began to repeatedly hit your sweet spot again.

"Right there," you whispered closing your eyes and grabbing a handful of his hair.

"You're so soft," he sighed. He was slipping in and out fairly easily.

You pulled his hair with one hand, digging your nails into his shoulder blade with the other, causing Kirk to stifle a moan.

Kirk tried going faster, harder, in order to give you the release you needed. He finally let out a high pitched whine, "Fuck," he said with a heavy breath, the sweat already starting to form on both your bodies, his hair sticking to his forehead.

"You—" you cut yourself off with a gasp, "you feel so good," you groaned, tugging harder on his hair.

"Yeah?" He whispered, his exact wish from earlier tonight was actually coming true.

Opening your eyes, you were met with his, gazing at you.

"Hi," you breathed, smiling softly at him.

Kirk slowed down, "Hey," he grinned, leaning down to kiss you once more, his movements coming to a halt.

His lips lingered on yours for a while before he finally pulled back again.

Moving his hand between your bodies, he began rubbing little circles on your clit again before resuming his thrusts. The feeling of his hand along with the movements in his hips caused you to clench around him, squeezing your thighs around his waist.

Kirk weakened at the feeling, his head dropping to your shoulder as his thrusts became sloppy.

"I'm getting close," he whispered next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"Me too," you admitted, running your hands through his hair.

You could feel his burning hot, bare skin sliding against yours. Suddenly your breaths got quicker, your heart rate increased and the coil in your stomach tightened.

"Kirk—" you paused,

"I'm gonna cum," Kirk moaned before you could finish your sentence.

His hips stuttered and he tensed up, finally letting go and relaxing on top of you.

Your back arched as you felt him fill the condom in you, "Kirk please go just a little more," you begged.

He lifted his head to look at you with worry, like he felt he wouldn't be able to do much for you.

Yet he still tried to move, the sensitivity taking over all his senses making a moan escape his throat. His body was quivering along with his movements, "I'm almost there," you said before he released a sigh, continuing his movements. His hand grabbed one of yours, interlocking your fingers and holding it next to your head, squeezing tightly,

"Come on, baby," He groaned, closing his eyes like he was getting dizzy.

Finally you came, your back arching as you clenched around him once again.

Kirk slowed down and finally stopped, "Thank you..." you sighed softly. "Sorry if it was too much."

"That's okay," he smiled up at you, blowing a stray hair from his face, "I told you I'd do anything for you, just say the word. Remember?" he chuckled.

He pulled out slowly before taking off the condom and disposing of it.

Lying next to you, he put his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek, causing you to giggle.

"I love you." He lifted himself to look down at you.

"I love you too, Hammett." you smirked jokingly.

He laughed and plopped back down next to you.

"I can't believe we just had actual sex." He said while staring at the ceiling.

"It sounds odd when you say it like that..." you said as you turned to him, looking at his beautiful profile again.

"Like... I just put my penis inside of you—" You smacked his arm, cutting him off.

"Kirk! Shut up!" You laughed.

He turned to look at you, "I want to be your boyfriend."

You blushed, "...And I wanna be your girlfriend..."

He smiled, a light pink showing on his cheeks.

"But seriously, you tell me that now instead of before you," you held up quotation marks, "put your penis inside of me?"

Kirk let out a loud laugh, holding his hands over his face, "Shut the fuck up."

He sighed, "I love you. Again. Sorry, I don't know how many times I'm gonna say that," he chuckled, looking away a little embarrassed.

"Kirk," you grabbed his face and kissed him, "I love you. You're my best friend. I always have and I always will love you, okay?"

He looked at your lips, "Good," he joked, going back in to kiss you.

Suddenly you heard a scream, the both of you sat up, noticing the alien on the screen of your tv.

"I forgot that was on."

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IM HYPERVENTILATING

hidden in the thicket

relationship: james hetfield/fem!reader

warnings: 18+, plot that leads to straight up shameless smut, switch james + switch reader, outdoor sex (but no one is around so it’s chill), praise, degradation, pet names, name calling, fingering, face sitting, edging, cock warming, dirty talk, s&m, rough sex

summary: 18+, greek mythology au where james is a hunter/traveling bard and you are a forest nymph. you get to know each other, you fuck the shit out of him, yada yada...

word count: 4112

ao3 link

wrote this with late 90s james in mind, specifically during cunning stunts, but you’re free to imagine any james era of your liking :]

“Don’t go near the humans.”

You’ve heard it a million times. From your family, your neighbors, your friends. It was the most important rule for nymphs. Those who were found going against this rule were confined in an area underground until their last breath.

But younger you wouldn’t listen.

You’re naturally curious. What did they expect to happen once you learned what a human was? So when you had found the time and absolutely no one was looking, you would sneak out and observe them, careful not to make your presence known.

There were stories you’ve overheard of nymphs leaving the thicket and living among the humans. They even made friends, started families, all while living in plain sight. Maybe the reason why everyone was so against the idea of interacting with humans was because they were scared of what they were capable of. From all of your years watching them closely, you began to understand them. A lot of them came into the woods to hunt and kill animals, sometimes for food but mostly for sport. It frightened you, scared that one of them might spot you and strike you down. But you’ve become a natural and it was easy to remain undetectable for hours at a time.

One hunter that frequented your usual hiding spot had caught your eye one afternoon. You overheard the others refer to him as “James”; he’s a tall, blonde, short-haired man with the most captivating blue eyes you’ve ever seen. He seemed to be very nice, cracking jokes with his companions with light toned laughter, and compassionate for the most part. He was one of the few that only hunted for food and it made you respect him more than the others.

Today, you knew he would come around again.

So here you were, seated against a tree surrounded by bushes thick enough to hide you, waiting for that familiar noise of his footsteps to reach your ears. You were sort of hoping he would spot you this time and see if you could make friends with him. All these years you had been learning and practicing the human language for a moment like this. You weren’t going to let it go to waste when an opportunity like this presents itself. You have been wishing to somehow leave the thicket forever. You didn’t have anything or anyone to go back to.

This was your chance to start anew.

The sound of footsteps startles you and you carefully peak in its direction. It’s James, but he’s all alone this time. He holds his bow close to his side, eyes flickering about in search of nearby wildlife. You eye him curiously. There doesn’t seem to be anyone trailing behind him or anyone else around for that matter. He came alone this time. You think of a way to initiate an interaction naturally, but you can’t seem to come up with anything sensible. Shifting in your seat on the grass, you don’t notice the small branch that was underneath your foot.

The moment it snaps, you realize it’s too late.

Was that there this entire time? You could’ve sworn you cleared your area like always. James' head whips in your direction and your skin immediately goes cold. You feel completely unprepared for this moment. Living it over and over again in your head doesn’t mean it would match reality. Now it’s actually happening and your thoughts are all scrambled up. His footsteps grow closer and you decide to accept your fate. You pull your knees up to your chest and brace yourself.

“Uh…hello?”

You cautiously lift your head up.

“Are you lost? What are you doing here?”

Spinning around to face him, his face is noticeably close to yours. It shocks you. You’ve only seen him from a distance, looking at him now feels surreal.

You shake your head, “I…live here.” He looks at you in confusion. “What do you mean? How long have you been here for?” He reaches out his hand to you and you grab it as he pulls you to your feet.

“Practically my whole life, sir.”

He tilts his head in confusion, “…How is that possible?”

You softly laugh to yourself at his cute expression, “I’m not sure what you would call it, but…my purpose is to tend to nature. I born being connected to it and everything that resides within it.”

“...A nymph?”

“‘Nymph’,” The word rolls off your tongue as you slowly approach him, “I guess that would be right.” You only just become aware of just how tall he is and how muscular he is. To someone else, it would probably be intimidating, but to you…

James eyes you closely and slings his bow behind his back, “What’s your name?”

You catch the sparkle that flashes in his eye the second your reply registers in his head. You feel so drawn to his every move and you secretly hope he's feeling the same. “Beautiful name. It suits you.” His words cause your heart to flutter. “I’m James. Would you like to come with me?” You nod with a warm smile on your face, trailing after him as he heads deeper into the woods.

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The two of you walk aimlessly through the woods until there isn’t another sound except for the soft hum of nature itself. It makes everything much more comfortable for the both of you to be together and you can barely contain your joy as your mind runs wild thinking about all the possibilities this situation could hold.

This man is the first person who actually seems interested in talking to you and getting to know you beyond the surface level. The satyrs you came across one too many times were nothing but trouble; they drank like no tomorrow and tried to make you swoon for them with their music, or they just straight up tried to get you to sleep with them. It was absolutely not what you wanted for yourself, not the life you wanted to be confined in. For once, you feel comfortable and respected around a creature that is not of your own. You almost feel like an actual human being with him. Is this what it means to coexist with humans? Were they also in search of something more beyond their dominions?

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when James slows down before motions you aside and sits beneath a towering, old tree. The canopy of leaves keeps out the sun and its rays shine gently down on the both of you through the gaps between them.

“Would you like some fruit?” He gestures towards his basket filled with apples.

You shake your head. Fruit wasn’t exactly something you particularly enjoyed eating, it wasn’t as beneficial as ambrosia. James shrugs before taking one out from his bag and chews it slowly, savoring every bite.

Your eyes fall to his lips, but you don’t dare to say anything. Did you know what you were signing up for, being around a human? You’ve only just really met him. What of his life back in the land he comes from? Your eyes lock onto his again and you take a deep breath, “Do you have someone special in your life right now?”

He stares at you for a moment, seemingly puzzled. He quickly chuckles before responding, “What do you mean? Like a girlfriend or something?”

Your cheeks turn crimson at your own question, unable to meet his eyes, “Yes.”

He doesn’t seem offended by your snooping, which was an honest relief to you, “I don’t right now,” James looks away, “It’s hard to find the right one when most of them only want a quick fuck or a share in your fame.”

You blush at his crudeness and clear your throat. Instead, you point out a word you don’t quite understand, “...Fame?”

He nods, “I’m a musician. I travel around sometimes with my friends to play some tunes.”

“Oh,” you look at him in curiosity, “What kind of songs do you play?”

He pauses, thinking for a moment, “Well, they’re originals…” James trails off.

Your eyes narrow.

James continues, ignoring your stare, “They’re all pretty, uh, pretty gritty. I don’t know if you would be into that kind of stuff.”

A bright smile forms on your lips, “I’d love to hear you play sometime.”

He blinks before mirroring your expression, “Yeah. Maybe one day.”

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You continue walking through the forest for hours. Neither of you mention the elephant in the room. Neither of you want to bring it up and spoil the atmosphere between you. Every so often James would make small talk with you about whatever crossed his mind. It felt good to talk to him like this. To actually have conversations without having to be afraid of sounding stupid or making a fool of yourself.

“It’s getting dark,” You walk closer to James so he can hear you, “You don’t have to stay with me this long.”

“I’d rather stay,” He responds simply, a genuine smile gracing his features, “I know my way back through these parts anyways, with or without light.”

The two of you both come to a halt as you notice James stop in his tracks. His concerned gaze meets your eyes as you peer up at him, “Do you want to leave?”

You shake your head, “No.”

“Alright.” James motions you to follow him into a highly shaded area, noticeably hidden away from the plain eye. It almost seems as if it’s instantly turned into night with how dimly lit it is. A few large oak trees surround you and there are enough shaded areas to keep you from being exposed to anyone else nearby. A breeze blows over your face causing a slight chill to run down your spine. The air smells different here, it’s sweeter somehow.

James sits down on the grass underneath the clearing. You sit down beside him as he puts down all the items that he had been carrying and turns towards you. “You look prettier under this light.” He starts playing with the hem of his shirt. You let out a small breath as you catch a peek at his chest.

You avert your gaze immediately, blushing profusely, “Really?” You try to hide a chuckle, “You don’t really mean that…”

A small smile finds its way to his lips, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well…” You trail off as you take in his appearance, “…I think you’re the better looking one.” You can feel a tinge of heat rising to your cheeks again, “Even when we were walking out there earlier in the light.”

“I see,” He chuckles as he leans forward, “So that’s why you kept staring at me all day and…you had that look in your eyes.”

You quirk an eyebrow at him. What is he talking about?

He takes your hands in his, “It's as if you were trying to convince yourself that you weren’t dreaming.”

You can barely focus on what he’s saying, especially now with that smile forming on his face and the golden curl that falls gently on his forehead.

Gods. This man is breathtaking.

His eyes shine so brightly despite the relative darkness and…you can't seem to look away.

This whole time, that yearning that continued to build each time he came around. Peeking out through the bushes at him and only him. Now, it's finally culminated and there was no more denying it. You longed for him for all that he is.

You lean up to him slowly, eyes still focused on his face, as your gaze narrows on his lips. His arms guide you into him, leading his own lips gently against yours. Everything feels fuzzy and hazy as he kisses you, your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss.

He feels like home, the one you’ve been longing for all these years.

When you pull away, you feel strangely complete. His eyes gently open, pupils dilated in desire. “Why didn’t you speak up earlier?” He whispers, pressing another kiss on your lips and wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer into his chest.

Your lips ghost his, “I thought it was too soon….”

“Never.”

He catches your lips again as you mutually chase each other's warmth. A moan escapes you, surprising you both. You clasp a hand over your mouth, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” James gently removes your hand from your face and plants a kiss on it, “Do you…want to continue?”

You nod timidly.

“With words, baby.”

Your eyes grow at the pet name which leads him to chuckle at you. “Please.” You teasingly lower one of your dress straps, hoping he’d take the hint. He hums as he eyes the newly exposed area, “Fuck.” James gently lays you on your back as he carefully peels away at your gown. He looks on in surprise when he discovers you were completely nude underneath, “Nymphs don’t wear, uh…?”

“There’s no need to.” You laugh softly, “It’s your turn, Jamie.” The nickname sends his heart racing and he quickly starts shoving himself out of his clothes. You smile at his adorable eagerness.

His hard cock immediately springs against his abdomen and you can’t help but wonder if it’ll even fit. Sensing your anxiousness, James brings you up on your haunches, “How about this? You can ride my face first.”

The area between your inner thighs flares up at the suggestion, “O-Okay.”

James lays down on the soft grass opposite of you and motions you over. You follow him and shyly scooch yourself up until his mouth is lined up with your entrance. You’re humiliatingly dripping by this point and you wonder if he can even tell.

Ripples of pleasure course through your veins as he experimentally licks a stripe through your folds, “You taste so sweet.” You gasp and moan as you rut onto James’ face while he swirls and sucks around you. He’s surprisingly better than anything you could’ve imagined. His huffs of breath start to roll over your wetness, adding to the stimulation.

“Gonna add my fingers now, ‘kay?”

Before you can respond, you gasp as you feel his right hand prod at your entrance. He waits another moment before slipping one of his fingers inside, making you whine. Your head is reeling just feeling him curl his finger inside you. He slowly works you up to three fingers and at this point, you’ve turned into a babbling mess.

His free hand comes up to dig into one of your love handles, attempting to keep you in place. Your own hands weave themselves in his hair as you feel your release grow closer. His name escapes your lips over and over as he helps you chase your climax. James becomes more vocal beneath you. He’s practically reduced to drooling and moaning around your sensitive clit while you ride his hand down to the knuckles, slick running down to his wrist.

A sob of pleasure suddenly escapes you, “James, I-I’m gonna cum…”

“I know, baby, I know,” He mouths against your folds. His hand moves faster than it had before and you feel that knot within you readying to snap.

But suddenly, he stops. You look at him in confusion and disappointment as he gently removes himself from you. A dark blush appears on your cheeks as you look down at him.

His hair is cutely disheveled from your hands and his lips glisten in your juices that he’s quick to lick away. He stares at you for a moment as you watch his chest gently rise and fall.

James breaks into a sly smirk, breaking you out of your trance, “Sorry, I was thinking we finish together.”

A warm smile creeps onto your face.

He returns your smile as you immediately reach out to him, “Can I lead?”

His eyes widen in pleasant surprise, “Uh. Yeah, yeah.” He scoots backs up into the tree trunk behind him to support himself and you crawl after him.

You settle into his lap, accidentally causing him to bump his head. The both of you quietly laugh it off as he takes you into another kiss. You can taste yourself faintly on his tongue and find yourself getting all riled up again.

“Please tell me you can’t get pregnant.” James says between kisses.

“No,” You smile against his lips.

“Good.” You yelp as you feel his hand squeeze your thigh. “I’m leading next.”

“Oh…” His head ducks down as he feels the heat of your hand rest on his collarbone. “Don’t get ahead of yourself so soon.”

Your finger traces an agonizingly slow path all the way down to his pelvis, just inches away from his cock. James is visibly antsy, staring at you through his lashes as if to say “hurry up.” You give him a knowing smirk and smooth your hand across his thigh, “Patience.”

His cock twitches as you spit into your hand and reach down to firmly grasp it. James bites back a groan as you slowly stroke him into full arousal, digging his hands into the blades of grass beside him. You eye the dribble of precum that escapes and release him for a moment. James looks at you in bewilderment.

You say nothing but situate yourself above his length before taking it into your hand again, “Ready?” He’s already out of breath even though you haven’t done much of anything to him yet. He gives a slow nod, face noticeably flushed, as he brings his focus on the small gap separating your bodies from each other. You grab his chin and force his gaze back on to you, “With words.”

James melts into an expression you’ve never seen him make up to this point. It’s something wistful and eager and humiliating. It’s a struggle to submit to your control but a curiosity to see where it could lead. His eyes flicker to and from your face, “…Yes.” His voice comes out all breathy but certain and you know you have him wrapped around your finger.

Your hand releases his face, making him droop back into his previous position

“Good boy.”

If your hearing wasn’t as sharp as it was, you would’ve missed the whimper that faintly bubbled inside his throat. With one last conniving grin, you slowly sink yourself all the way down his cock. Your body tightens at the sudden intrusion, but you hold yourself there and relish in the sensation of fullness.

You lift your head and meet his burning gaze. James’ pupils are dilated and blown wide as he seems completely lost in your warmness. He throws his head against the tree for a moment, his chest rising and falling.

“You want me to move?” You tease. It’s an obvious answer, but poking at his ego was so much fun to you.

He swallows thickly, trying to maintain a steady voice, “Yes. Move.”

“Couldn’t you be more polite?” A strained grunt leaves his mouth as you move your hips around in a tight circle.

James clenches his jaw, his brows furrowed as his eyes shut tightly, “…Just fucking do it already.”

You couldn’t help but laugh darkly at his impatience and lean forward, “I’m not a mind reader, baby,” You tilt your head to the side, “Do…what?”

That evil part of you feels giddy at the sight of him crumbling at your words. His eyebrows furrow, eyes glaring daggers at your audacity to drag things on.

Deep down inside, he loves it. Loves watching you edge him.

Even if he won’t say it out loud, you already know it just by the way he continues to twitch inside you.

“…Fuck me.” His voice has grown deeper with anger and lust. It’s almost a threat. You don’t dare show any indication that you heard him yet, however; instead, you simply continue grinding down on him for a while longer.

“Is that a request or an order?” You raise your eyebrow at him.

His entire demeanor changes as his eyes dart away from yours. His eyes remain trained on his surroundings and you realize he’s trying to maintain a cool facade. But you can see him slowly cracking. James grits his teeth and tries to resist.

Until he can’t anymore.

“Fucking please. Just fuck me!” His hushed demands devolve into pathetic growls, “Make me cum… shit.” Hearing him beg for you causes your insides to flare up. You let out a low chuckle as you continue to grind down. When he looks up towards you again, his lip is trembling, his face is contorted with anger and annoyance.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

His nails come to claw at your hips the second you start bouncing along his length. This time, James doesn’t bother trying to hide his cries of pleasure or stop you from moving like a goddamn bitch in heat. His whole body trembles each time he thrusts up to meet you. James grips you tighter, burying a moan into the crook of your neck and pressing his face against your skin, his teeth grazing the soft flesh there.

You bite your lip to keep yourself from screaming. He feels so good. So fucking amazing. “Good boy,” You hiss through gritted teeth, “Good fucking boy. You love it when I treat you like shit, don’t you?”

The only response you receive is an animalistic whine.

“You’re a slut,” You murmur between moans against his ear, letting your hands rest on his biceps for extra leverage, “Letting me fuck you out in the open like this.” You pause for effect, letting your lips brush against his ear. “And being so needy about it too.” You suck on the sensitive spot underneath his ear and James lets out a groan.

His words begin to slur into incomprehensible mush as he continues thrusting into you. You smile wickedly as you slowly start to move your hips in earnest. Both of your moans end up tangled up together to form a complete mess of noises.

“I’m close.” Another deep moan escapes his lips. As you push harder into him, his movements become more frenzied and desperate.

“Fuck… fuck!” He pants frantically as his climax approaches. Biting back a gasp, you feel his hot cum fill you up in an instant. He lets out a deep groan as he comes undone before pulling you into a passionate kiss, slight shudders coursing through his body.

He pulls away for air, panting harshly with his forehead pressed against yours. He stares up at you in a dazed manner, completely fucked out of his mind. James weakly wraps his arms around your waist and presses you flush against his chest as he holds you close to him. His heart is pounding furiously as he buries his face in your hair.

“…You didn’t finish.” He whispers hoarsely, a little surprised at the calm tone he speaks in.

"No," You laugh softly, "But it’s fine."

“…I can’t leave you like this.”

You shift to look at his face, eyes growing in surprise, “You’re serious?”

“Yeah,” He replies confidently, “Are you against it?“

“No,” You whisper, “But…you don’t have to, James.”

“I want to.”

And here you thought he was just like any other man. There were more things you found out about humans through him that intrigued you than by just observing them. He’s more wonderful than you could ever give him credit for. You sigh, knowing he would probably continue to insist and you’ll willingly give into his desires anyway, “Okay.”

James smirks, a glint in his eye, “Glad we cleared that up.” Before you even knew it, his lips captured yours once more, kissing you deeply.

You feel your orientation shift as your skin makes contact with the grass. James grins against your lips, slightly running out of breath. He pulls away a moment later, his arms on either side of you as he towers above you. He watches your beautiful features contort to a playful expression, “Did I take your breath away just now?”

“You wish,” You tease him with a smile.

“You said some really nasty things earlier.” He tilts his head the same way you did earlier, “Where’d all that come from?”

“…It just happened to come out.”

His smile widens and he can tell you know exactly where he’s going with this. A dark red flush settles on your cheeks and you let out a small chuckle, “You wanna have your fun too?”

James shrugs lazily, “Maybe. Would you be into that?”

“Oh,” The corner of your mouth moves up, “You have no idea.”

first fic i’ve done in a while, i’m too hard on myself TT um … part two ?? maybe ???

#LORDDDDDDDDDD

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