#jason newsted x reader

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Hi :]

Could u do rough passionate sex with Jason :] I feel like even though he’s on top, he’d still be very whiny… maybe more vocal than you…

I hope you like it!❤🔥

Warnings: Explicit Content, Graphic Sexual Content,Strong Language,Dominance Themes, Mature Themes

Moans in the Dark

The air between us crackled with tension, so thick that I could barely breathe. Jason’s eyes were locked on mine, dark and full of hunger, and I knew in that moment that there was no turning back. His body was so close to mine that I could feel the heat radiating from him. Every step he took toward me made my heart race faster, anticipation curling in my stomach.

Without a word, he closed the distance, his lips crashing into mine with a desperate urgency. His kiss was deep and hungry, as if he couldn’t get enough of me. His hands were everywhere, pulling me closer, feeling the softness of my skin, the heat of my body under his touch. I moaned softly against his mouth, my hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer.

“You’re mine tonight,” he whispered between kisses, his voice rough, filled with a hunger that sent a shiver through me. “And I’m not letting you go.”

His words made my heart race even faster, the need in his voice igniting something deep inside me. I wanted him—needed him—more than anything. My body was already on fire, aching for him.

Jason’s hands moved quickly, tugging at my clothes, pulling my shirt off with an urgency that made me gasp. He kissed down my neck, his lips hot against my skin, moving lower, lower, until he was kissing the curve of my breast. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning louder, my back arching slightly as he lavished attention on me.

His lips ghosted over my stomach, and I gasped when he suddenly dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “I’ll make you scream for me.”

I couldn’t speak. My body was already trembling with need, every inch of me desperate for him. I parted my legs wider, silently begging him to continue. He didn’t hesitate. His mouth found me, hot and hungry, the tip of his tongue flicking against my skin before he licked me with slow, teasing strokes.

A breathless moan escaped my lips, but Jason’s groan was louder, rougher, vibrating through me. “God, you taste fucking incredible,” he muttered against me, his tongue licking deeper, his hands gripping my hips as he held me in place.

Every flick of his tongue made my body shudder, and I couldn’t stop myself from responding. My hands tangled in his hair, pushing him closer, urging him on. “Please, Jason,” I gasped, my voice trembling. “More... I need more.”

He growled in response, and I could hear his breath quicken as he pushed deeper, the sound of his moans filling the room. His sounds were so loud, so raw, that they pushed me to the edge. Every time his tongue flicked against me, I was lost in the sensation.

“You want me?” he asked, his voice hoarse, louder than my own breathless moans. “Then show me. Beg for it.”

“Please, Jason,” I gasped, my legs trembling with the pressure building inside me. “I need you. Now.”

Jason pulled back for a moment, looking up at me with dark, possessive eyes. “You’re fucking perfect,” he growled, his voice filled with admiration and lust. He stood, his hands gripping my thighs as he moved between my legs, positioning himself at my entrance.

I could barely breathe. His cock was hard and thick, and I could already feel the intensity of him, just by the way he looked at me. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer to him. Without another word, he thrust into me in one powerful motion, filling me completely.

The sensation of him inside me made me gasp, the stretch of him nearly overwhelming. But before I could adjust, Jason’s pace picked up. He thrust into me hard, and I couldn’t stop the loud moan that ripped from my throat. But Jason’s moan was louder, filled with a raw hunger that sent shockwaves through me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jason groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust harder, deeper, pushing me toward the edge. “I could do this all fucking night.”

His moans, louder and more desperate than mine, filled the room. It was like music to my ears, the sound of him losing control, the sound of him so close to the edge. His breaths were ragged, his chest rising and falling with every powerful thrust.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect for me,” he growled, his voice hoarse with need. His pace was relentless, and I couldn’t help but meet him thrust for thrust, desperate for more.

His moans grew louder with every thrust, every movement, as though he couldn’t contain his pleasure any longer. His hands moved to my chest, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, making me gasp in surprise and pleasure. He leaned down to kiss me, his lips bruising against mine as he thrust deeper, harder, pushing me further into the bed.

“Come for me,” he breathed against my ear, his voice low and commanding. “I want to hear you scream my name.”

The pressure inside me was unbearable now, and with a breathless cry, I came apart. My body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, and I screamed his name, louder than I ever thought I could.

But Jason’s moan was louder still, a primal growl that vibrated through my body as he came with me. His thrusts became frantic, harder, until he buried himself deep inside me, the release so intense it left him breathless.

We stayed like that, tangled together, for a long moment, both of us gasping for breath, our bodies still trembling with the aftershocks.

Jason’s voice was soft now, his lips brushing against my ear as he pulled me closer, his body still against mine. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction. “And I’m never letting you go.”

I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face as I snuggled closer to him, feeling the heat of his body next to mine. In that moment, I knew he wasn’t going anywhere. Neither of us was.

[reincarnationoftheparty]

spot the differen-YEAH THATS RIGHT CUZ YOU CANT DUH

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•METALLICA☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆

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☆•James Hetfield•☆

♡That'll Do It

♡Don't Stop

♡Boot Riding

♡Smutty Headcanons

♡♤Secrets in Love

♡Lunch Break

♡Stress Relief

♡Pool Float

♡Party Favor

♡Insecure Reader

♡Somnophilia

♡Hallway Madness

♡Bed Buddies

♡Squirting

♡Ulrich!reader

♡Reproductive Perversion

♡♤Not your dad but definitely your daddy

♡What Happened?

♡♤Werewolf James

♡Lost Somewhere in Time

♡Pegging

♤Misery Needs Company (pt.1 + pt.2)

◇ What Christmas Is All About

♡ Taking Your Virginity

♡♤ Favourite Crew

♡Snapped Rope

♡Evil Plans, Happy Endings

♡Trying for a Kid

♡Catholic Corruption

♡I’ll be Quick

♡Age Gap Insecurity

♤Blood and Tears (pt.1 + pt.2)

♡ Eleven, Actually

♤ ♡ You Know You Want Me

♡ I’ll Find the Camera’s

♤ ♡ All the Lonely Nights

♤ ♡ I’m Not Gay (pt.1 + pt.2)

♡ Pleading Eyes

♡ Say It Again

☆•Lars Ulrich•☆

◇Godmorgen

♡Submissive Lars

♡ Have You Done This Before?

☆•Kirk Hammett•☆

♡A Kiss Before I Go

♤Bankrupt Lie

♡Fancy Dinners

♤ ♡ Erectile Disfunction

☆•Cliff Burton•☆

♡Holding Hands

♤He's Still playing

◇ICU

☆•Jason Newsted•☆

♡Switching Positions

♡First Time Together

♡ Christmas Cheer

☆•Robert Trijillo•☆

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♡ smut

♤ angst

◇fluff

[ghostbustting]

𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔?

Flash Of Love (Series - Slow Updated/Paused)

Hold On

Don’t You Know You’re Mine?

Don’t Worry Baby

Wrong Answer

We Connect

Do It For You

Beauty

Kiss Kiss

Desperation

Heavenly

Distraction

Lost In Your Eyes

Camera Roll

Warm as Daylight

'Til I Kissed Ya

In the Dark

Unbearable Need

There’s A Kind of Hush

Morning Treat

One Time

Behind The Bunny

Wait For You

Cold-Blooded

[allmoshnobrain]

Hello, lovelies! 

I decided to try taking part in kinktober for the first time this year. The stories will be all reader inserts and mostly less than 2k words unless I get in the mood to write longer ones. I’m not sure I’ll be able to post every day, but I did come up with a 31 prompt/pairing list that I fully intend to finish even if it takes a while!

Fandoms featured: Metallica/Megadeth, Venom (band), Call of Duty, Supernatural, Naruto 

You can also participate in the writing list with my FREE SPACE dynamic. There are some free spaces for specific pairings and you can shoot me asks with suggestions for kinks and plots featuring them. I will choose one for each character featured to write!

(I may still write non featured requests outside of kinktober, though. And if I get no asks for any of the characters I’ll just choose something to write about them on my own lol).

Free spaces available: Sam Winchester (SPN), Jason Newsted (Metallica), Cap. John Price (COD), Kakashi Hatake (Naruto), Cronos (Venom) 

I will keep posting my other stories and requests like Valley of Roses if I write them, even with kinktober going on!

You can check the full list with characters and prompts for the month below:

Week 01: 10/01 to 10/05

10/01: Caught in the Act + Voyeurism | Jason Newsted x Reader x James Hetfield

10/02: Gun Play | Dean Winchester x Reader

10/03: Biting + Hickeys | Dave Mustaine x Reader

10/04: Sex Toys + Public | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

10/05: Blindfold + Group Sex | 90’s Metallica x Reader

Week 02: 10/06 to 10/12

10/06: FREE SPACE | Cronos (Venom) x Reader

10/07: Edging | Kirk Hammett x Reader

10/08: Mirror Sex | Cronos (Venom) x Reader

10/09: Breeding Kink | Kakashi Hatake x Reader

10/10: Size Kink + Gentle Dom | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

10/11: Dacryphilia + Spanking | James Hetfield x Reader

10/12: FREE SPACE | Jason Newsted x Reader

Week 03: 10/13 to 10/19

10/13: Cockwarming + Begging | Dave Mustaine x Reader

10/14: Degradation + Angry Sex | Dave Mustaine x Reader

10/15: Phone Sex | Lars Ulrich x Reader

10/16: Public Sex | Cap. Price x Reader

10/17: Choking | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

10/18: FREE SPACE | Cap. Price x Reader

10/19: Praise Kink + Daddy Kink | James Hetfield x Reader

Week 04: 10/20 to 10/26

10/20: Aftercare | Cliff Burton x Reader

10/21: Masked Kink | Kakashi Hatake x Reader

10/22: Car Sex | Cliff Burton x Reader

10/23: Filming + Threesome | Lars Ulrich x Reader x Kirk Hammett

10/24: FREE SPACE | Kakashi Hatake x Reader

10/25: Bondage | Lars Ulrich x Reader

10/26: Thigh Riding + Handjob |  Dean Winchester x Reader

Week 05: 10/27 to 10/31

10/27: Virginity Loss | Sam Winchester x Reader

10/28: Friends with Benefits + Keeping quiet | Jason Newsted x Reader

10/29: Period Sex | Kirk Hammett x Reader

10/30: FREE SPACE | Sam Winchester x Reader

10/31: Halloween Special: Sex Pollen + Fuck or Die | Dean Winchester x Reader

[mirkhammett]

pls send me thots especially for kirk.. baby’s taken over my life rn o.o

he’s so silly i need to play with his hair and give him pretty bows ^_^

I NEED THEM SO BAD RAAAHHHHHH

[orions-choker]

Hiii can I request sharing a bed with 80’s Kirk and Jason and they fight for your affections before realizing that they can just share you??

In The Middle ( Jason x Reader x Kirk )

Warnings: Threesome, Face-fucking, Unprotected Sex.

Word Count: 3,247

(Sorry this took so long to get to! Also I realize now that you didn't explicitly request smut but that's all this is so woops! If you would like something SFW please shoot me another request)

“So who’s bright idea was it to only book two rooms?” James growled, breaking the thick tension that had settled amongst the group. The five of them stood in the mostly empty hotel lobby, body’s slack from the exhaustion settling deep into their bones. 

The bright fluorescent lights overhead had Y/N wincing, she could feel the tension coiling at the front of her head. “One of the roadies, it doesn’t fucking matter man lets just figure out who’s sleeping where.” She stumbled backwards into one of the old armchairs. Her fingers rubbing at her temples to ease the growing pain. 

There were some more dissatisfied rumblings amongst the boys. They hadn’t been forced to share a room in a while, and while they could normally afford to book an extra couple rooms had this occurred, the hotel was fully booked. “So we have to split into a group of three and a group of two.” Kirk, the only voice of reason at the moment, spoke up. “I call dibs on Jason.” 

Jason’s brow raised curiously. “I mean I’m flattered but why?” He asked, shuffling the weight of his bag from one shoulder to the other. His eyes darted towards where Y/N sat. The obvious choice would be to pick her as a roommate. 

A childhood friend of Lars’s Y/N had started tagging along on the tours as a sound tech. She had grown increasingly close with all the boys, particularly Kirk and Jason. Possibly because they weren’t the only ones actively trying to sleep with her at every opportunity. It had been a band decision to keep her on their personal bus. 

“Because the other two smell like booze and won’t shut the fuck up.” Y/N filled in helpfully, standing back up. “Which is why I’m choosing you guys as well, that settles it. They can share the other room.” She hoisted her bag up, wandering towards the elevator. 

Lar’s and James shared a disappointed look. “That’s not fair I’ve known you the longest, shouldn't you want to room with me?” Lars trailed after her, offense dripping from his slightly slurred words. She didn’t dignify the outburst with a response. 

 With a chime the elevator doors popped open. The five of them piled inside, bodies pressed together as they shoved inside the cramped space. Y/N had been shoved to the front, pressed against the doors by James' much larger body caged around her. Her elbow rocketed back into his stomach, forcing him further away from where he had pressed into her back. There was a soft grunt but no other protest. 

Bidding their farewells to each other in the hallway Y/N turned to the waiting door of their room. She fumbled with the key tiredly before heaving the heavy door open. “I call dibs on the shower first.” The door to the bathroom closed behind her and nearly instantaneously the shower rumbled to life. 

As the two boys entered the room Kirk groaned. “Fuck seriously, there’s not even two beds.” He walked around the king sized bed, dropping his bag on the floor unceremoniously. “Jase check if the sofa pulls out into a bed.” He nodded towards the couch behind him. 

Jason nodded, moving to tug the cushions off the couch in search of a lever to pull it out. He turned to Kirk with a frown and a shake of his head. “We’re just gonna have to make due.” The bed sprawled out, large enough to fit the three of them comfortably but there would certainly be no personal space. 

“One of us could sleep on the floor.” Kirk offered helpfully, already stripping down to his underwear and sitting on the edge of the bed. With the hair tie around his wrist he pulled his curls back into a low ponytail. 

Following suit Jason slipped into a pair of pajama bottoms, leaving his chest bare. Typically he would sleep in the same amount of clothes but he figured he would be courteous for Y/N’s sake. He cocked an eyebrow at Kirk, eyeing his nearly naked state. “Well if you aren’t going to put on any clothes you're volunteering right. Don’t think Y/N deserves to be subjected to your dick pressed against her all night.” 

Kirk scoffed at him. “As if dude.” Despite that he reached down into his bag, pulling a pair of shorts out. “Let her choose who sleeps on the floor then.” He grumbled, clearly annoyed from being over tired. He grabbed the remote on the side table, flipping through the channels until he landed on a movie marathon of sorts. 

The two boys sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for the sound of the running water to cease. The room filled with steam as Y/N stepped out dressed in an oversized shirt as a nightgown, stopping just at mid thigh. Her hair falling in damp ringlets down her back. “You guys are still awake?” She asked confused, ruffling her head with a towel before tossing it into the laundry hamper. 

“Waiting for you.” Jason coughed awkwardly, forcibly dragging his eyes from her bare legs to her face. “There’s only one bed so uh, which one of us do you think should take the floor?” He asked. His leg bounced nervously. 

She turned to the large bed then back to the boys confused. “Seems big enough for all of us, don’t you think?” Her bottom lip jutted out into a pout. “I mean if not I can sleep on the floor I guess.” She shrugged crawling onto the mattress. Her shirt slipped higher up her thighs as she moved to the middle.

Kirk’s mouth went dry, stuttering over his words as he joined her on the bed. “I mean we just thought, never mind.” He shook his head. He waited for a hesitant Jason to join on the other side before leaning over to flip the light off. 

The room was cascaded in darkness, the three of them tucked cozily between the sheets. Y/N turned on her side facing Kirk in the darkness, her leg tossed across his casually. The skin to skin contact sent a shiver up his spine. It left her back pressed against Jason's chest. 

There was a gentle tug at her waist as Jason snaked his arm around carefully, pulling her closer to him. The sudden loss of contact didn’t go unnoticed by Kirk. Frowning he hooked his leg around hers once more to keep her in place. “Okay guy’s knock it off im not a fucking rag doll.” She sighed. Her disappointment echoed off the walls. She felt Jason mold himself to her from behind, his body heat radiating around her comfortably. 

“Well I don't understand why Jason gets to have you all to himself.” Kirk whined attempting to tug the girl once more, meeting resistance. Y/N could see the annoyed look on his face and she groaned. 

She pushed Jason’s arms from her waist shuffling over. “I'm not dealing with this unless you guys learn how to stop acting idiots.” She curled in on herself, shutting her eyes in a last ditch attempt to sleep. 

There was a gentle ghosting of a hand across her waist, she couldn’t tell who it was. “Listen I know how to share, Kirk’s the one who needs to learn.” Jason’s voice was low in her ear. She could surmise it was him leaving the teasing touches across her skin. 

There was a sudden extra set of hands on her, moving up from her stomach and coming to rest just beneath her breasts. Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat at the bold move. “I know how to share.” Kirk’s sweet boyish voice sounded a little more needy, desperate. 

Y/N sat up, knocking the hands away from her body. “When did I say anything about sharing?” She glared at the two, her eyes adjusted to the dark just enough to make out their forms. “Last I checked I wasn’t a toy, nor did I agree to fuck either of you.” She scoffed angrily. She shuffled up to her knees. “Maybe if you asked nicely.” 

The speed at which the two boys sat up was amusing, earning them a giggle from her. Even in the dark she could make out the silhouettes of the matching tent’s in both of their pants. Kirk was tugging her forward, his hands gripping into the flesh of her thighs so that she was hovering over his lap, Jason was behind her quickly, pushing the fabric of her shirt up over her hips and exposing her underwear. “You mean it?” Jason asked, his lips ghosting across the outer shell of her ear. 

Kirk stared up at her in amazement as she swiftly tugged her shirt over her head. Her tits falling with a small bounce as she freed them from the fabric. She reached behind her, tugging Jason’s hand forward to feel the warmth radiating from her core. “What do you think?” She whispered, letting out a content sight as Kirk’s hands came to rest on her chest. 

“Fuck, you’re pretty.” Kirk groaned, his thumbs playfully rolling over the hardened nubs of her nipples. “You really want to take both of us?” Unable to hide the eagerness in his voice. Jason’s hand slipped beneath the waistband of her underwear, his fingers sliding between her wet folds, gathering the slickness between his fingers. 

Her legs shuddered at the sudden touches, head tossing back against Jason’s shoulder with a moan. He took the opportunity to latch himself to the exposed skin of her neck. “F-fuck, yeah wanted you both for awhile now.” She gasped, her hands gripping onto Kirk's wrists gently. 

With a wet pop Jason pulled off her neck, lapping gently at the bruise he had formed there. “Tell us, how did you think about us fucking you baby?” He asked sweetly. His fingers found her clit, rubbing slow circles causing her stomach to convulse and tighten. 

Beneath her Kirk rolled his hips, The hard head of his cock straining against his pajamas as he rubbed up into her. A sweet whine filled the air as Y/N leaned into the eager touches across her body. “Oh,” She breathed out heavily. “Want you in my mouth.” She said locking eyes with the boy beneath her, her nails dragging down his arms leaving light pink scratches across his tanned skin. 

Her head craned to the side, capturing Jason’s lips against her own for a fleeting moment. “And you from behind.” She whispered, her breath ghosting across his skin. In one swift movement Jason had tugged her back, his hand splaying heavy across her skin as he pushed her forwards. 

She was left with her ass in the air, face pressed into Kirk's hip bone as her fingers scrambled against the sheets trying to steady herself. She laughed breathily at the eagerness. The skin was cold against her ass as the fabric of her underwear was tugged down her thighs. Her gaze drifted upwards, locking onto a wide eyed Kirk. 

“You gonna blow him or what?” Jason sighed from above the two of them, his hips pressed against the fullness of her ass. There was a pleasant friction of his underwear against her fully exposed core. Y/N’s eyebrow raised playfully, taking in Kirk’s stunned face. Her fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his bottoms as she tugged them down. Beneath her touch she could feel the warmth radiating off his skin like a furnace. 

Each inch of skin exposed left her feeling breathless, she followed the neat trail of hair down his abdomen, pressing soft kisses across the skin. Y/N pulled back slightly as she released him from the confines of his pants and underwear. His cock sprung forward, brushing past her cheek inciting a giggle from her. 

It was pretty, curved slightly to the side and resting just beneath his belly button. The head was swollen and shiny with pre-cum. “Please,” Kirk’s desperate plea stirred Y/N from her admiration. His knuckles gripped the sheets, mouth parted open slightly as he looked down on her eagerly. 

The way his voice caught in his throat sent another wave of heat through Y/N’s stomach. She wasted no more time, dipping her head down, lips wrapping against the leaking head of his cock. The guttural noise it earned her had her moving down further. He was pleasantly heavy in her mouth, pressing down on her tongue as she took him deeper into her mouth. 

She kept her eyes locked onto his with each inch she took, Until her nose was pressed flat against his skin, the head knocking against the back of her throat. “Fuck, Y/N.” He gasped out, hands coming to tangle themselves in her hair. He held her there gently, with just enough force to keep in her place as he rocked his hips forward. 

The motion had her gagging, the sudden constriction around his cock leaving Kirk tossing his head back against the pillows. Tears sprang to her eyes as her nails dug into the skin of his thighs. It was so overwhelming that Y/N nearly forgot about the man behind her, his heavy hands a comfort against her waist. 

It wasn’t until she felt fingers pressing into her she recalled Jason was present in the room as well. She squealed  around Kirk’s cock as Jason's fingers worked her open delicately. The slickness between her legs was sticky, running down his hand as he curled his fingers. 

It had her keening back, raising her hips higher into the air. Her eyes fluttered shut from the stimulation. Kirk and Jason were relentless, each thrust of Jason’s fingers inside her sent her forward further onto Kirk. “God, look at you.” Jason groaned as he pulled his hand back, a rush of warmth spilled between her thighs as she was left empty. 

There was a slick sound behind her, Jason’s breathy moans joining Kirk’s in a pleasant harmony. She couldn’t see behind her with Kirk buried in her throat but she could hear the wet sound of Jason’s hand moving across his length. Using her slick to make the glide easier. She wiggled her hips towards him eagerly. 

A harsh tug on her hair had her eyes snapping up to Kirk, a lazy grin plastered on his face as he continued to fuck into her mouth. “Look at me while he fucks you.” He commanded her, tone lower and a little more raspy. It had her stomach doing flips, it seemed uncharacteristically explicit coming from his sweet voice. 

Obediently she kept her eyes trained on Kirk as she felt Jason's cock rubbing against her entrance. Her eyes widening as he pushed into her. Each inch felt like a near impossible stretch. Her nails dug deeper into Kirk's skin as she cried around him. To say Y/N felt full was an understatement. She could hardly breath, feeling like Jason was in her stomach and Kirk shoved as far down her throat as possible. 

“Fuckin’ tight.” Jason hissed, his hips were pressed flush to her ass. “We’re going to ruin you.” He moaned, he pulled back lightly, the drag of his dick inside her had her clenching around the small loss. A harsh snap forward had her moaning, the vibrations around Kirk’s cock had his hips bucking up. 

They fell into a harsh rhythm just like that, Jason’s quick harsh thrusts matching Kirk’s frantic fucking of her face. Y/N fell limp, allowing the men to move her as they needed, too overstimulated to contribute anything aside from her body. Unable to protest as each orgasm rocked through her body, sending her release across Jason's girth, making it that much wetter. 

Her thighs trembled, only being held up by Jase’s strong grip on her ass. “Fuck, can I come in your mouth pretty girl?” Kirk asked sweetly above her. It seemed like a cruel joke to ask her a question with her mouth full. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully and smiled around him. Her breathing was heavy, being forced through her nose she felt lightheaded. 

Kirk pulled her head back harshly, just the tip of his cock resting against her lips. She sucked in a breath, the sweet relief of air filling her lungs as she opened her mouth. Her tongue laid out flat as he fucked himself against it. His release came with a loud moan, warmth coated her mouth, a small amount splattering across her cheeks. “Oh my god,” Kirk stuttered out, his dick twitching with the last of his climax. 

She swallowed eagerly, salty and warm it burned slightly going down her throat. Jason's thrusts behind her were relentless, her head dropped to Kirk’s hip as his grip in her hair loosened. Her voice was blown out as her cries echoed off the hotel room walls. 

No longer gagged, her moans overpowered the animalistic panting coming from both men. If there had been an ounce of shame left in her body she would feel bad for whoever was in the neighboring rooms. Jase’ was quick to flip Y/N over, man handling her body so her back was pressed against the mattress. 

She looked up at Jason with a grin, her lips puffy and swollen, the remnants of Kirk’s release across her otherwise unblemished skin. He caged her in, his body fully enveloping her own as he leaned forward. Her body bounced obscenely as Jason drilled his cock into her. The sheer force had the headboard knocking back into the wall. 

“Want you to come in me, please” Y/N whimpered, her arms coming to wrap around Jason’s neck. She felt a wandering hand across her body as Kirk leaned forward, pressing his fingers against her clit. She gasped at the sudden touch, she thanked whatever god existed for making Kirk a guitar player as he worked her hard and fast. 

There was a shared grin between the boy’s as Jason fucked her with reckless abandon. “Whatever you want, baby.” He assured her, leaning down to kiss her as his hips jerked forward then stilled. There was a sudden warmth inside her as Jason bottomed out completely, his length twitched as he let out a final groan against her lips. 

Time came to a stand still. The room was silent aside from the three’s heavy panting. Her body weak against the mattress as Jason’s weight rested on top of her, Kirk beside her still trailing his fingers across her skin. Slowly as Jason softened he rolled to the side, laying beside her. 

The mixture of their orgasms was sticky between her legs, dampening the sheets beneath them as well. She shuddered as the cold air hit her body. "Now none of us can sleep in the bed.” Y/N grimaced, kicking the sheets away from underneath her. “And I need another shower.” 

Kirk’s soft laughter was a stark contrast to the filth that had just occurred. His arms came to wrap around her naked waist. “C’mon just enjoy it for a second.” Another pair of arms wrapped around her next. 

There was no war this time, both men entangling themselves with her easily. “Just give us a moment.” Jason breathed out with a smile. “Plus we can all shower together.” She could feel his cheeky smile against her shoulder as he pressed his face against her. 

“Jesus you two are fucking insatiable.” 

[sourbites]

do u write for jason? if so could you do a story where reader is a roadie on the damaged justice tour and she and jason get super close and eventually they both go to a party together and hook up ??? thank u :)

Whiskey and Coke

thanks for the request anon! this went a little off the rails (i got too excited by their dynamic, whoops), but i hope i did your vision justice! i hope you enjoy :)

The party wasn't as fun as promised.

Maybe that's because you're one of the few people here who aren't doped up on stuff. Honestly, even the beer is kind of awful. An after-party in the San Francisco area comes with a little prestige these days, but so far, it's been a drag. You weave through crowds of people, trying to get to the bathroom. You catch snippets of people's inebriated conversations. Some of the sentences you catch are quite amusing. You recognise a few half-lidded faces, too, some of your fellow crew members. Looks like you'll have to do most of the heavy lifting tomorrow, considering these princesses would rather spend tomorrow morning hurling up their three, four, or five shots of whiskey.

"Here to keep me company?" Jason dimples at the sight of you, his blue eyes catching on the warm lamplights throughout the main floor.

"Here to get away from you, actually," You joke, stepping towards him. Some band is in the corner attempting to play good music, and God, do you wish someone would turn their amps down. You lean closer into his bubble of space, trying to hear him better. Being around heavy metal concerts all the time hasn't been easy on your hearing. You know Jason's probably having a worse time of it than you, considering he's actually up there onstage.

"Told'ya you couldn't handle partying with the big kids, didn't I?" He riffs off of you, grinning. Jason's really good at bantering, and you know he likes it. He doesn't get many opportunities to do it with the other guys.

His body heat rolls onto you, also carrying over his scent. Clean, a little boozy and earthy. "So," You scooted closer, shuffling, dipping your voice into the warmth between the both of you. "What're you doing wandering around? Your prom date ditched you again?"

He laughs. Or chuckles, low and genuine. You catch a peek at his teeth, splitting his lips on a smile. "Just trying to find a drink."

You roll your eyes, amused. "They didn't set out any wine for his grace?"

"Doesn't seem like it," He frowns, his brows knitting together. God, he looks like a kicked puppy.

"How evil." You shake your head, sighing heavily with disappointment. Your breath ghosted down his clavicle, standing the hair on his neck up from the sensation.

Transfixed, Jason turns his shoulders sideways, leaning closer to you, arms brushing ever so slightly. Just giving you a taste. A mouth-watering taste. "I know." He agrees, wetting his lips. He watches you. Adjusts his pockets. "How'd you feel about cheering me up?"

⸻

Your hiding place is a loveseat in one of the powder rooms. Extravagant, yes. You wanted to go to the balcony, but the lingering thought of alcohol and heights not mixing well steered you otherwise.

Jason's knuckles brush your palm as he passes you the bottle of whiskey-coke you're sharing. The syrupy foam fizzes down your throat like butterflies in your stomach. Eat me, drink me, love me, it seems to say. Or maybe that's what you want to hear. The ceiling lights are warm and dimmed low, caressing the highlights of his nose and cheekbones. The bustle of the party seems to disappear behind the impenetrable, locked-from-the-inside door.

With the exchange of your drink, Jason leans closer into you. He tries to be subtle about it, hiding under the excuse that he doesn't feel like stretching every three seconds. But the way the drink sloshes in the glass tells you he uses a little more momentum than he needed.

"Y'know," He begins, propping up an ankle to rest on his knee. He turns to face you. You mirror his actions, falling into the plush cushion. "I'm really glad you decided to tag along tonight. It'd be an awful night without you."

Your heart stutters in your chest. Suddenly, looking into his pretty blue eyes all sincerely, is too overwhelming. You drum your fingertips on the cool glass neck of the bottle. "Is that why we're hiding in the ladies' powder room right now?"

He chuckles, interlacing his fingers that rest on his lap. His head tips back just a little. The warmth of the light catches on his brown hair, scattering through the strands like copper. "Exactly, honey. You're the only person worth being 'round right now."

You gulp, nervous. You mask it as thirst and take a sip of coke. Because you're nice, you give Jason the bottle. One hand curls around it. He places his mouth where yours was. His throat bobs as he gulps it down indulgently, his eyes forward, lashes fluttering. Fucking hell. He's got that cherub-sweetness like he can do no wrong, and yet, he indulges in every morsel of bought-in-bulk coke like it's not the ultra-processed, caffeinated caramel syrup he's savouring.

You could sit like this for hours. You just might.

Trying not to be weird, you try to think pure thoughts. "So why don't you just go to your hotel? Call it a night, you know?" You suggest.

Jason licks his lips. They shine in the light. Practically underlined. Looking so sweet, so delicious, peachy pink...

"Don't feel like it. I actually kind of like it here with you. It's really serene, don't you think?" He gives you a smile. Pushes the base of the bottle into your palm.

"Guess it's not about where you are, but the company you're with." You speak into the rim, barely sipping it. Just holding it makes you want to drink.

"Yeah." He agrees, speaking so softly that it unwinds that iron ball of anxiety within your guts. Spurred on by your silence, Jason talks again: "But seriously. I'm really glad you're here. You're a cool roadie."

You set the bottle down on the cold tile. You sit back up laughing. "Weirdo... Trust you to get all mushy at some random's party." You weave your words through giggles that bubble up your throat.

"Ow, watch it!" Jason places one hand over his heart. The other holds onto your knee. The heat from his palm sinks into you, tingling up your thigh. You hope your shudder was subtle. You suppose not, based on the way he tightens his (still gentle) hold on you.

Chasing the feeling that doesn't leave you feeling quite human, you lean into him. When your chest expands with an inhale, you brush against the side of his arm. He doesn't want barriers either it seems, because he moves that arm to drape over the edge of the loveseat, opening the metaphorical floodgates for you to pour into him.

"Cheer up, you big baby," You murmur, too aware of the suddenly tender atmosphere that you have no intention of shattering.

Jason gives you another gentle grin, reaching up to swipe your hair away from your face. No more hiding. You keen your cheek into his warm, sinking into his flesh. In the strangest way, Jason is familiar enough that you confuse him with the security that comes with being home. He is the threshold you cross where your shoulders finally relax and you lay on the warm frame of his chest.

Your fingertips are like an ocean against him, the shore. Constantly reaching and running away. You find purchase into his shirt and stare up at him, fascinated. You're stuck treading a thin line between wanting more and knowing that this should be more than enough. The question that seems to echo through your skull is, Should this feel so nice?

His fingertips brush against the edge of your jawline. "Can I kiss you?" His breath ghosts across your face, sweetening the air around you into something so hot you physically feel yourself melt.

With a brave inhale, you tip your weight forward. Both Jason's hands hook around the small of your back; your hands slide up, rounding out around his shoulders. It feels a little clumsy with the alcohol, a little intimate with nothing but the sounds of soft, hitching breaths in anticipation. The first thing you notice is that he's tense. And so warm that it feels as if he envelops you.

Mouths meet. In a slow, deliberate connection, all balmy and soft. Jason pours out a sigh, holding you by the hips, your breath shortening and closer to getting a taste of what heaven is painted of. It is between his lips, tucked under his tongue, and it glows and reaches down within you, tugging out all that bad and leaving you weightless, breathless, speechless. But not loveless. Your bones feel warm. Eyes closed to see that haze of colour behind your mind, your eyelashes flutter dreamily against the swells of your cheeks. Jason is just as hungry. Your hearts pound the same song. Beating that old hymn: I want, I want, I want. He breathes it into your lungs. A want that is sweet. It goes down your throat in a fiery burn.

Quite easily, Jason's lips slip down to kiss your chin. You giggle.

More than once, you'd imagined this. How Jason would cup your sides so cautiously as if he fears you'll spill out of the gaps of his hands. You've always wanted to unfold him from his seams; read the roadmaps of his skin. The idea is always the same: he'd scoop you into his chest and kiss you where it hurts — until it hurts. That part is very important in the scenario.

His kisses pool in your collar. His soft, wavy hair ghosts across your skin. "Is this okay?"

All the strength you had is turned into a weak, pleading nod. "More than okay." You confirm with enough clarity to surprise even yourself. He hums a bluesy purr, your personal siren song. That feeling— of bewitchment, fascination, so much want that you struggle to choke it all down, it soaks into you, beginning to take root.

You're rucked into his lap, your legs folded on themselves, kneeling around him. Something within you gives.

Jason's hair is in your hands, cupping the sides of his face, where you kiss him. On his cheek. Nose, lips, chin, throat. Jaw. Lips again. You don't know for how many nights you will be allowed to feel him like this. Maybe this is the only time. Anything could happen. You know that. The air around you is so intense that he quivers. Cock twitches in his jeans.

He makes a really hot noise: a rumbling, low groan of satisfaction. Still trying to be gentlemanly, he keeps his hands on your waist, though his fingertips itch to venture lower. Something within you squirms. You want more, more, more, always more, always hungry — starving for him. Jason excites you with his whole being. There's something wild beneath him that he's reluctant to peel away for you to gorge on.

You figure he'd stop you if he didn't enjoy this. And maybe that whiskey had more of an effect on you than you had originally suspected. Eager hands fumble beneath his shirt. Spurred on by you, Jason twists his fingers into the hem of your shirt. He glances up towards you, reading your expression.

Despite all the heat climbing in the locked room (and the fact that you can barely think through the smog of overflowing need in your brain), goosebumps prickle down your spine once you're shirtless. You kiss him again, grazing your teeth over his lower lip. Your hunger is entirely for him. Worn palms smooth up your spine, dutifully tracing along the methodical dips in your vertebrae. Jason rests a hand at the base of your neck, his fingers breaching into your hair from the back. With an open mouth, he glides his breath and the flat of his tongue over the swell of your tits still in your bra. You suck in a breath.

"Is this okay?" Jason immediately asks, again, caressing you as if you're something fragile. Something to be worshipped. You squirm against him, cagey, wanting the gritted sugar-sweetness of teeth and lips and tongue against you again.

"Jason," You begin, shifting restlessly, sat rigidly on the muscled curve of his thigh, "I appreciate it's the respectful thing to do — to keep asking — but come on." You urge, wanting to drag him down into the hazy smog with you. "Do whatever you want to me. I want it."

He wets his lips, no thoughts behind those swoon-worthy eyes. Then he grins. Pollutes any semblance of critical thinking left between you.

Clothes are palmed off. Gathered down or to the side. Pried from bodies as if it's suffocating.

Jason's hands guide your thighs closer, his jeans undone. The cold metal of his fly bites into you. You grasp at the carved-out shape of his bare shoulders, then tip your head back to take in a good breath. He slowly peels your panties away and off to the side, sticky with your ever-flowing arousal. A soft sigh escapes you. Jason leans to your neck. He presses his lips to your throat — wet and tingly with insistence. Those kisses snowball into something greater, climbing up to your jaw, glistening white teeth trapping your earlobe between his teeth. You tremble, pelvis pressing into his. Rough denim licks at the insides of your thighs, too close to your aching cunt for you to resist a shudder.

You coyly bump your hips forward, wanting to rock on him. You can feel the heat of his cock through his strained boxers. Your brows knit together.

"You wannit, don't you, gorgeous?" Jason hums. One hand scoops yours up from his shoulder, guiding it down to rest on the curve of his bulge. Overzealous, emboldened by the last dregs of liquor swirling around within you, you palm him. He grunts, which melds into a smoky chuckle that gets you giddy.

"Go on," He urges, "Take it out, baby."

You have to pause, because what the fuck? That is easily one of the hottest things you've ever heard. And the worst (or best) part is, you know in a few weeks from now, Jason will say those exact same words to you again. You'll be in front of the instruments, probably around a fellow roadie or worse: one of the members, and Jason will enquire about his bass. You'll point it out to him. You know, down to your very atoms, he'll give you this pant-dropping, sweetheart smile, and nod his head towards it, and utter the exact same words. Take it out.

Regardless, after you come back to planet Earth, you comply. You need both hands to gingerly unwrap him from his boxers. Hot and cock-heavy, he bites down on his bottom lip to keep from squirming. For a few moments, you just sit on his thigh, your legs bracketing his sides. His blushed tip leaks pearlescent precum, smearing onto your abdomen as it stands proudly tall. You have to swallow the drool in your mouth because he's handsome and funny and talented and honourable, and as if that wasn't enough, he has to have a pretty dick that's so deliciously girthy it has you wanting to squeeze your legs together.

Jason's palms scrape up your back, bathing you in heat, soaking up every naked inch of your skin that he's allowed. You fist his cock, the side of your hand connecting against his base. You inch down onto him, enveloping him in tingling, syrupy heat. He sinks into your cunt, you roll your hips experimentally across his lap, which is slick with you at this point. The moan at the top of your throat stutters out. Jason watches your pussy slowly take him in, swallow him whole, coaxing him with squeezes and velvet heat. The only word on his mind is pretty.

With his cock putting tender stars in your eyes, you let Jason guide your head to the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder. Your cheek smooshes into his trapezius muscle. He kisses your hairline, and you think you hear him cooing at you, but you barely hear anything over your own squeaks and the squelches of eager cunt falling into a rhythm that echoes off the tiles, no matter how hard you try to ignore said obscene sound. Your heart is thumping in your ears — it physically aches, sitting heavy against your ribcage.

Each time you press into him until his hilt is snug between your puffy sex, the air is rolled out of you, leaving you with nothing but breathy, high-pitched uh uh uh's as praise to feed him with. He makes do just fine, palming the soft globes of your ass, bracing his boots on the floor. Both strong arms curl around you, squeezing you into him.

The more you exchange inhales and exhales, moans and grunts, praises and compliments, the more something washes over you. A realisation. You'd been dying to feel this for weeks— months, even. You wanted his hands on you, you wanted to knit your bones over his, you wanted him to come teach you a gentler way to say your own name.

"Jason," You plead into the warm curve of his throat, muscles in your thighs burning, your hips wobbling against him. Your voice ripples through him, rides him hard.

He gathers all the breath in his lungs. "I gotcha, honey," He rumbles out. He locks you to him, lazily drawing the molten ache of your cunt flush against his base, stuffing you full of him. So full there's no room for slick, which bubbles out through the paper-thin seams of your tight-as-a-fist, pulsing sex in pornographically gushing dribbles, which seep and gather at the beginning of your ass, and his aching balls.

Your head is spinning. Moans leak out of your mouth. Jason half guides you and half bucks his hips up into you. Your chest bounces with each motion. Your eyes flutter closed, not unlike the way your heart trembles. Jason scoops you into his arms, and rocks you against his lap with so much velocity and viciousness that the tempo pounds within you, skin rippling on impact, and it's so powerful that you're genuinely stunned. As if he's been taking you apart brick by brick, and only now are you realising you are nothing but a wooden foundation of where everything once was.

With clammy skin, you bleed into him, breathless and crying praises around a frenzy of filthy moans. Your eyes roll around in their sockets, brainless with every bit of bliss that's bestowed unto you by each bite of Jason's cock bumping into your cervix. Your back arches, the soft shape of your tits pressing into his chest. Only skin separates your breaths. He could've gotten off on the sounds of your noises alone. But then he'd miss out on the tremble of your eyelashes, the wispy hairs that stick to your sweat-beaded temple.

You blur into him, the long muscles of his arms pin you by the hips into his own, taut with effort, just like his thighs. The sloppy, indulgently messy thrusts are fizzling into something breathtakingly good. It feels natural. Like home. Jason whispers how beautiful you are, how well you're taking him, how you're so sweet and so soft, and just like that, you're under his spell. Your orgasm bubbles up until it tips over.

You've got the moon in your eyes— just a bright flash of firey white that drives you mad with the craze of your tight heat squeezing and gushing and, and...

Jason's thrusts stop, his cock stilling inside you, yet he still persists. Pushing into you like there's any more unclaimed territory. You writhe. He cups the back of your head, stroking his fingertips into your hair. You can hear his heart pounding in your own ear that rests on his chest. His skin is as sweaty as yours with the effort, he smells so natural and salty. Your mouth fills with drool. In a long, unintelligible groan, Jason hits his high: filling what's left of your fucked-raw cunt with wave after wave of hot cum that you're half-sure leaks between the both of you. Probably got on the seats, too.

Those stars swirling in your head dissolve into tingles down your spine. You feel comfortably numb, proud of that satisfied ache deep within your belly. Jason, eager to continue his gentlemanly streak, rubs an open palm up and down your back to soothe you. His mind is put to ease as he feels your upper body expand with breath, shrinking with an exhale.

"Should've done that a long time ago," He murmurs, just wanting to speak to you. Although you have miles to go before you can crash at your hotel bed and dream. Probably about this exact moment.

You hum lazily in agreement, the low sound rolling and vibrating around in your throat. "If you want..." He shifts around, speaking up again. "We can, uh, make a habit of this...?"

Your chin rests on his collarbone as you look up at him through your lashes. Light bounces and reflects off of your eyes. You look almost impish. "Sure, farm boy." You grin.

[angel-groupie-demon-roadie]

NSFW Jason headcannons 👏

Feel like he’d be a mixture of sweet and goofy as hell in bed🫣😻 maybe a bit teasing too

Warnings: smut, cockwarming, oral (?)

• Jason is the type of guy that will crack a joke balls deep inside you and no one can change my mind.

• Jason is 100% going to kiss your face the whole time you're having sex. Imagine having him fucking you and he's kissing your nose.

• The first time he tried to dirty talk to you, he burst out laughing. He never tried it again.

• You both are extremely open to new stuff. New positions, new kinks, new toys, everything.

• You both feel completely secure with eachother.

• He puts your pleasure above anything else.

• Most times he's gonna make you cum a couple of times before he even removes his pants.

• Anytime you don't have enough time he will just eat you out and he's fine with getting nothing if you're satisfied.

• Big fan of casual sex and cockwarming.

•At the end of the day, when you both go back home, you'll bounce on his cock while telling him all about your day. Or he'll fuck you in missionary telling you about a new bass he bought.

•He loves sleeping while he's still inside you. Feels a different kind of a connection between you, like a puzzle.

• If he's sad about something he'll cuddle you, balls deep inside you.

• While he doesn't like dirty talking if things get more serious he'll probably say stuff like:

- "Do you have any idea how much I love you?"

- "you were made for me. You know that?"

And he'll mutter to himself:

- "my baby..."

- "how did I get so lucky..."

- "you're so beautiful...god..."

• When "funny" subsides he's the sweetest human being in the world.

• He'll run his fingers through your hair, wipe the sweat from your face and caress your cheek while he's thrusting slowly inside you.

• He'll kiss your forehead when you orgasm and give you a desperate kiss on the lips when he does.

• He'll cuddle you until you catch your breath but after that he'll immediately get up to run you a bath.

• He's going to carry you princess style to the bathroom even though you're giggling saying you can walk on your own.

• He'll definitely get on the tub with you for round...who knows.

Hope you liked it!!!

[broidobe]

𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔪𝔢

requested by 🦐!!! soooo soooo sooo happy you liked the skom james fic!

☾an intimate moment in a hotel room shifts dramatically when you ask jason to unleash his untamed passion, transforming your relationship forever☽

☾warnings: smut, power dynamics, rough smut☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚metallica masterlist

you lie in bed, jason's strong arms wrapped around you, his calloused hands gently stroking your skin. it's 1986 and metallica is on the rise, but in this moment, all that matters is the two of you, lost in the intimacy of your hotel room. jason's always been a gentle lover, taking his time to make sure you're comfortable, to make sure you're ready. but tonight, something inside you snaps. you need more. you need him to unleash the beast that lies beneath his calm exterior.

you look up at him, your eyes locking onto his, and whisper the words that will change everything: "jason, i need you to be rough with me." at first, he hesitates, his eyes searching yours for any sign of uncertainty. but you can see the spark of excitement ignite within him, and he knows that you're serious.

he takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling beneath your touch. his hands tighten around your wrists, holding you in place as he positions himself above you. you can feel the tension building inside him, like a coiled spring waiting to be unleashed.

and then, in an instant, he snaps. his gentleness gives way to a fierce passion, his body pounding into yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless. you feel yourself being pushed into the mattress, jason's weight crushing down on you as he drives into you again and again.

his hands are everywhere, gripping your hair, pulling your legs apart, holding your hips in place as he slams into you. you feel like you're being consumed by him, like he's devouring you whole. the room around you melts away, leaving only the two of you, lost in a sea of sweat and flesh.

you beg him for more, your voice hoarse from screaming, and he gives it to you. he fucks you harder, faster, his cock pounding into your pussy like a jackhammer. you feel yourself being lifted off the bed, your body weightless as jason holds you up with his thrusts.

the world goes white as you cum, your orgasm ripping through you like a tornado. jason follows close behind, his body stiffening as he empties himself into you. you collapse back onto the bed, exhausted, and spent.

as you catch your breath, you realize that jason has changed. the gentle lover is gone, replaced by a man who is confident in his desires. he looks down at you with a new-found intensity in his eyes.

you know that nothing will ever be the same again.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

hi 😊

could you write something about jason coming home from the studio in a bad mood cause of the guys picking on him and reader lets him take out his anger on her by yk.. 🫣

I hope you like it!❤

Warnings: mature content, light possessive smut, mature language, smut

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Raw edge

The front door slammed so hard, I thought the hinges might give way. My heart jumped at the sound, the sharp crack of frustration slicing through the apartment's calm. I placed my mug down carefully on the counter, listening to the heavy stomp of boots and the unmistakable sound of Jason muttering to himself.

When he appeared in the doorway, his usual composed demeanor was nowhere to be found. His jaw was clenched, tension radiating from every inch of him, and his dark eyes burned with barely contained fury. He looked up at me for the briefest second before brushing past to drop his keys and bag onto the counter with a sharp clatter.

“Jason,” I called softly, watching him pace back and forth like a lion in a too-small cage. “What happened?”

He stopped for a second, his hands on his hips, staring down at the floor like it might give him answers. Then, he looked up, his expression unreadable but seething. “They don’t take anything seriously,” he snapped. “Every time I try to suggest something, or, God forbid, have an opinion, it’s like I’m the punchline of some stupid joke. Just a big laugh for the guys.”

I could see his hands trembling faintly as he ran them through his dark hair, his frustration bubbling closer to the surface with every word.

“I’m there to work, Y/N. To create something real. Not to play babysitter to a group of assholes who think they’re still in college.” His laugh was bitter, humorless, and it cut straight through me.

I stepped forward, carefully closing the gap between us. “I’m sorry, Jase,” I said gently, my hand brushing his arm. He didn’t pull away this time, but the tension in his body was palpable, a storm waiting to break.

“You shouldn’t have to deal with that,” I continued, tilting my head to catch his gaze. “But you can’t keep holding it all in like this.”

“What the hell else am I supposed to do?” His voice was low, gravelly, as his eyes met mine. “Smash something? Scream into a pillow? Pretend it doesn’t bother me?”

I hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath. “No,” I said softly. “You don’t have to pretend. You can take it out on me.”

His brow furrowed, his intense gaze locking onto me. “What are you saying, Y/N?”

“I mean it,” I said, stepping closer until there was barely any space left between us. My heart pounded in my chest, but I kept my voice steady. “Let it out. Use me, Jason. I can take it.”

He exhaled sharply, like he’d been holding his breath this entire time. His eyes searched mine, as if trying to gauge if I really meant it. Then, something shifted.

“You’re sure?” he murmured, his voice quieter now but no less dangerous.

“Completely,” I whispered, reaching up to brush my fingers along his jaw.

That was all the permission he needed. With a low growl, he pulled me against him, his hands gripping my waist with a raw desperation. His lips crushed against mine, the kiss rough and unrelenting, as if pouring all his pent-up frustration and anger into me. I met him with equal intensity, my hands tangling in his hair as I gave myself over to him entirely.

He broke the kiss only to whisper, his voice dark and hoarse, “Don’t hold back, Y/N. I’m not going to.”

“I wouldn’t want you to,” I replied breathlessly, my body already burning under his touch.

Without another word, he lifted me effortlessly, his hands firm and possessive, and carried me down the hall. The tension in his body, the fire in his eyes—it was like he was finally letting the storm out, and I was more than ready to weather it.

Jason’s grip on me tightened as he carried me to the bedroom, his steps urgent and steady. Every part of me felt electrified, his tension feeding into my own, but there was something deeper in the air—something raw.

He laid me down gently on the bed, but his hands didn’t leave my body. His fingers traced the curve of my waist, the soft skin of my hip, like he was grounding himself, making sure I was still there with him. He paused, just for a moment, to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling heavily.

“Are you sure?” he asked again, voice quieter now, his face softening as he looked at me.

I nodded, reaching up to cup his face, my thumb brushing over his stubbled jaw. “I’m sure, Jason. I’m right here.”

There was a flicker in his eyes—vulnerable, yet still brimming with that same unspoken anger. He lowered himself onto the bed beside me, his body still tense but more controlled now, like he was savoring the rare moment of calm before whatever storm was brewing.

His lips found mine again, softer this time, searching, asking for permission in a way that felt like he was truly letting me in. I kissed him back with all the softness I could muster, threading my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

“I need this,” he whispered against my lips, the rawness of his words making something in me ache.

“You have it,” I murmured back, my hands roaming to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. He let me, then mirrored the motion, helping me out of my own clothes. There was a tender urgency in our movements now, as if we both needed this to feel something real again.

As he kissed me again, a desperate dance of urgency and want. Jason’s hands explored my body with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. I gasped against his mouth, every brush of his fingertips igniting a fire within me.

“God, you’re so perfect,” he murmured, breath hot against my skin. The tension radiating off him pushed me into the mattress, the weight of his body making my heart race. His dark eyes were filled with a storm of desire—a possessive hunger that nearly took my breath away.

“Jase...” My voice was barely above a whisper, a plea layered with anticipation. He captured my wrists, pinning them above my head with a firm but gentle grip. There was something thrilling about being at his mercy.

“Don’t move,” he commanded, his tone low and rich with authority.

“I can’t make any promises,” I teased, matching the fire in his gaze with a challenge, testing the waters of this raw connection.

With a low growl, he released my wrists and began kissing a path down my body, his lips trailing hot against my skin. “You’re asking for it,” he said, pressing hot kisses to my collarbone and trailing lower. The way his mouth made contact felt electrifying, like every kiss was pulling me in further.

“Maybe I am,” I admitted, a playful challenge hidden in my words. My breath quickened as his hands slid over my thighs, teasingly close to where I wanted him most.

“Just wait until I get my hands on you,” he said, looking up at me with a smoldering gaze that made my heart race.

“Then take me," I urged, feeling bold. "I want you—every part of you.”

He didn't need to be told twice. He slid my underwear off roughly, tossing it aside before his fingers found my center. The sensation was electric, his touch teasing me, coaxing soft moans from my lips. Waves of pleasure began to pulse inside me.

“Damn it, Y/N, you feel incredible,” he groaned. His fingers moved expertly, coaxing me higher with each deliberate stroke, the tension building in my core. “I want to feel you fall apart underneath me.”

“Please,” I breathed, urgency spilling from my lips. “I need you. Now.”

Jason hesitated, a flicker of concern crossing his face. “You’re sure?” he asked, his voice a low growl weighted with need.

“More than sure,” I insisted, my voice firm despite the waves of anticipation crashing over me.

In one fluid motion, he positioned himself between my legs, the heat radiating from him igniting every nerve. He entered me with a swift, powerful thrust that stole my breath away, the sensation echoing deep within.

“Fuck,” he growled, his eyes dark and intense as he captured my lips with his, our breaths mingling in an urgent rhythm. I could feel the desire flowing between us, raw and unfiltered.

“Just like that, Jase,” I urged, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Don’t hold back.”

With a growl that resonated deep in his chest, he thrust harder, pushing us both into a rhythm of want and need. My body responded instinctively, arching into him as his movements became more frantic, the world outside fading away.

“Let go for me, Y/N,” he urged through clenched teeth, his voice thick with desire. “I want to hear you.”

“Jason!” I gasped, feeling the familiar coil of release tightening within me. I was teetering on the edge, drowning in the sensations he was pulling from me.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he encouraged, his thrusts turning frantic as he chased his own release. “Come for me.”

With a cry of his name, I found my peak, waves of bliss crashing over me as I surrendered to the moment. The intensity of our connection spilled over, and I felt him follow me, his body tensing as we both succumbed to the storm we’d created together.

Panting heavily, I fell back against the bed, his weight settling beside me. We lay there, breathless, the aftermath of our passion wrapping around us like a warm embrace.

“You’re amazing,” he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek, the warmth of his touch grounding me after the intensity we’d just shared.

“Right back at you,” I smiled, still feeling the aftershocks of what we’d just done. “I hope you know how to handle all that energy you just unleashed.”

“I’m learning,” he chuckled softly, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “But only if you promise to help me out next time.”

“Deal,” I replied, leaning in to claim his lips again, our connection solidified by the shared intensity and vulnerability of the moment.

[reincarnationoftheparty]

Precious puppy boy

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Okay so it's Christmas and 80s!Jason and fem!reader are roommates and both of them are too broke to go back home for the holidays so they just spend them together and the Christmas spirit brings them closer (fluff,smut)

❤️💚❤️💚❤️

Warnings: smut, fingering (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

He looks so cute in this picture I can’t 🥹

You’d been working overtime to save up to go home to your parents for Christmas but it wasn’t enough and you were stuck at home in your stupid apartment for Christmas.

You were exhausted after another long day, shoulders slumping and barely able to keep your eyes open as you fumbled with the key in the lock.

You opened the door to find your roommate, Jason, using the couch as a stepping stool to hang lights from the ceiling. He moved it across the room to do so and stumbled when he heard the door open so you got to watch him flail about trying to regain his balance on the once plush cushions.

You walked in and dropped your bag, looking around curiously at all his work. Boxes covered the floor, old beaten up boxes carrying decorations that had seen better days. In the corner was a scrawny little tree, it was full but it was literally half your size.

“What..?” You didn’t even need to finish your sentence. Jason came down from the couch and walked over to you.

“I know you were trying to get home to your family this Christmas and you couldn’t, right?” You nodded at his recap, still looking over his work. “Well, I couldn’t make it either, so I brought Christmas to you!” He said happily, smiling brightly.

You nodded in understanding, picked up your bag, and brought it with you to your room. Jason watched you go, smile fading. He couldn’t blame you for still being upset, this wasn’t exactly Christmas with your family, he got the cheapest tree he could find and stole decorations from storage in the basement, ones he figured no one would care if they suddenly went missing.

Jason went and finished up hanging lights around the ceiling and went to get you to decorate the tree. He knocked on your door before pushing it open and peeking in.

You were sitting on your bed, looking through some old pictures of you with your family, but you looked up when Jason came in.

“You wanna decorate the tree?” He asked hesitantly, turning and stretching his neck to try and get a look at your pictures.

“You got ornaments?” You asked, raising a brow.

“Kind of, guy down the hall was throwing out some broken ones.”

“So, you got us lights don’t light up and ornaments that could cut us.”

Jason chewed his cheek. He went to sit on the edge of your bed next to you, leaning on his arm behind you. He looked over your shoulder at the pictures of your family in your hands.

“We could put those on the tree.” He suggested, taking one from you. A picture of you with your mom and the dog you got for your fourth Christmas.

You thought about the idea before sending him to get his own family photos.

The apartment was warm, the lights that worked sparkled about the room, the ornaments glinted on the tree, framing your carefully placed pictures on the branches.

Jason came to sit beside you from the kitchen, two cups of hot chocolate in his hands. He set them down on the beat up coffee table you found in an alley a few weeks ago. “Feeling the Christmas spirit?”

You stared at the mugs for a moment before shaking your head. “No, I want to be with my family.”

Jason’s eyes flicked between you and the mugs. “I can be your family.” He offered, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you to his side. You rolled your eyes at him. “I’m serious, I’m warm and cuddly, I cook for you, once the band thing works out I’ll be just raking it in.” That got a chuckle out of you.

“Once it works out.” You repeated, looking to the tree in the corner. Close to the top were two pictures, one of you with your family the other of Jason when he was younger, wide smile on his face while he held up a bass, behind him was a Lenny Kilmister poster.

“It’s gonna work out, I’m telling you.” You smiled and looked back up at him, his eyes, his lips… without thinking you closed the gap, pressing your lips to his.

Jason was quick to return the gesture, rubbing your arm. His free hand went to your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze before moving up. “Maybe you just need to relax.” He mumbled against you, moving down your neck.

He undid your belt and fly of your jeans, letting you melt into the cushions of the couch while he rubbed you through your panties.

You wriggled out of your jeans, getting your panties down with them, soft and pink with lace fringe and a little bow. Jason rubbed your clit and slow circles, listening to your heavy breathing in his ear as he nipped at your neck.

A soft gasp left you when he pushed a finger in, curling it just right. He went slow, taking in every noise, every twitch, seeing what you liked and finding a good speed before adding another.

You could already feel yourself getting close, back arching and thighs trembling, body heating up. “Jason,” you started, tugging on his hair to get his attention, as if you weren’t all he was focused on, “tell me- tell me what you want to do.” You mumbled between moans.

“What I want to do?” He repeated, pulling away from your neck to look you in the eye. He kissed your lips. “I just want to make you happy, I want to make you cum and scream and I want you to forget about your family and just be happy with me.” You bit your lip, a whine leaving you. “Can you cum for me, sweetheart?” He asked, kissing you again.

It was perfect timing, your eyes rolled back, your hand fell from his hair. His arms tightened around you and he littered kisses all over your face while you came down from your high.

Jason pulled you onto his lap, getting your jeans on your ankles. “So, I was thinking movies? Get some Christmas pj’s?” You stared at him trying not to laugh at the immediate change.

“Seriously?”

“What? I got hot chocolate, the TV functions, I think.”

[ghostbustting]

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.

[myfriendofmiseryyy]

Random 90s Jason newsted HCS!!!

He’s not exactly opposed to settling down,he divorced Judy not to long before you met,but when you do meet OH HE IS DOWN BADDD! He constantly flirts with you and always wants to be around you,if you are a roadie he will always “accidentally do something to his bass” so he can spend time with you,you guys end up talking for hours on end about your music influences and how the other guys kinda get on your nerves.

He won’t ask you out straight away,he will probably wait a few months to figure out the feelings he is feeling for you,weither its lust or he actually likes you,once he does figure it out though…he’s a gentleman,he will take you out to your favourite restaurant and you guys will go on a typical first date followed by either walking around the city for a bit or him taking you up to the edge of the city so you can see the sunset on the skyline,he would actually be so nervous,he’s constantly stuttering over his words and doing that shy smile which you think is adorable! By the end of the night you end up in his arms,he really wants to kiss you there and then but he waits until at least the second date,he manages to sneak in a peak on the lips when saying good night though.

He’s not to much of a big spender,more of a small thoughtful gift kinda guy,he will take mental notes of your favourite food orders and drinks even before you were together,and always brung them to you on a hard day,he also almost every week buys you flowers “because you deserve it” he will make mixtapes of the songs you listened to together,he has about 50 of them in total,all kept safe in a box.

When the time comes where you two get intimate,he can be either quite rough or very very loving and soft…it honestly depends on the situation you guys are in,if he has just come home from a long tour,with the guys constantly bullying and being mean to him,he can sometimes be a bit rough,saying stuff like “your mine,you belong to me and only me” as he sets a rough pace,or he can be the opposite and just want validation of how much you love him,and you spend the whole day under the sheets making sure he knows how much he means to you and how much you love him. On special occasions,he always pulls out the big guns,roses on the bed,candles,bubble baths,you name it he’s probably done it for you at some point.

He always will let you borrow his hoodies (even if they are too small for you) if you are insecure about the fact you are bigger than him he will always find a way to make you not feel insecure about yourself,he loves you and he will constantly tell and show you that.

He will always let you run your fingers through his hair when he had the long hair,he knows how much it grounds and calms you down after a long day

He’s always so goofy,you guys could be having a serious conversation and he will turn it into something funny,and you love that about him,he’s never failed to make you laugh after a hard day,or make you laugh until you are crying over something stupid you both somehow found funny. There has even been times where you had to stop mid sex because he was making it so hard not to laugh…

That’s all I can think of right now 😭 I love him sm

[boundbyeclipse]

Ok so hear me out

Omg do that again with Jason...

heaven's on fire

genre : smut

word count : 1762

tags : praising, shy!reader, female!reader, soft!jason, public sex, car sex, protected sex, kind of a meh plot

from the prompt list : 6. "oh my god, do that again"

a/n : i loved the idea of the reader not having too much experience along with a softie Jason, who's guiding her and praising her.

“How much longer? My ass hurts from sitting”

“Just a little bit more, the gas station should be about five minutes away now”

After being in the car for the past hour or so, you began to feel pain in certain areas of your body and desperately wanted to get out for at least a little bit. Stretching and walking was a necessity right now, even if you still had another hour ahead of you until you’re finally home.

Driving all the way from one city to another wasn’t easy since Jason needed to perform at different locations. And since you two were quite a fresh couple for a few months now, he asked if you maybe wanted to have a little trip so that you both could spend more time together. Without a doubt, you agreed and packed some stuff to hit the road. It was also such a perfect timing because it was summertime and you had just finished college. Things couldn’t get any better, right?

Speaking of your not so long relationship with Jason, you haven’t experienced much before with anyone. Sure, few dates here and there, then that one guy you dated but it didn’t work out, well, it was something, but not a lot. That’s why Jason wanted to give you the most out of this relationship, show you things you haven’t seen, give you the attention, love and care, take you to places, and most importantly - make it last. And you haven’t ever felt this happy.

“Here it is” he said, making a turn to park the car at the gas station.

“God, finally. Can we also go grab something to eat? I’m actually starving” you said, rubbing your stomach in the meantime.

“Of course” he gave you a smile and you both went inside the store.

Your body was hurting from sitting in the car and it was tough for you to kneel down for the lower shelves, so you had to bend down. But what you didn’t know was that Jason was right behind you, and you accidentally bumped into his front with your butt.

“Shoot, I’m sorry” you whisper-yelled and laughed at him, covering your mouth with a hand.

Jason licked his lips and took a step aside, seemingly laughing too, but it also kind of looked like he was taken aback.

“Hopefully no one saw that” you murmured and picked up some chocolate bars from that lowest shelf, getting back into standing position as you flashed a look at your boyfriend.

He coughed, “Um, are you getting anything else? I grabbed this” he showed you a wrapped up sandwich and an energy drink.

Your eyes widened.

“I need that”

He giggled at your expression and followed you around until you were done picking the food, then paying for everything.

“Can we just eat while standing? I can still feel the aches”

“Of course, but first we should park a bit further so that people can get their gas”

After you both got outside and began eating, Jason couldn’t help but stare at you with that interesting look in his eyes. The clothes you were wearing weren’t too helpful, he began to think of stuff that he probably shouldn’t think about right now. You’re in the gas station, still on the road. But still an hour away from home. God, calm down, Jason, he thought to himself.

“Everything okay, babe?” you asked, snapping him out of his mind.

“Oh- Y-yeah,” he chuckled lightly, “you look really gorgeous”

His compliment made your cheeks warm as you blushed, trying to hold back a big smile that wanted to break out so badly. You loved how he appreciated your beauty, even if it made you shy and giddy. And maybe it’s because no one has actually given you such a compliment before.

“Thank you,” you looked at him for a second before darting your eyes away, lacking bravery.

He found it so cute how you got shy and vulnerable, it was one of the main reasons why he liked you so much. But this time he just couldn’t hold it together, he knew you had very little experience in some things, were shy, but how you looked and how you accidentally bumped against him earlier just knocked him off of his feet. Not literally, of course.

Once you got back into the car, Jason couldn’t get himself to start the car.

“Jason, something’s not quite right. Talk to me, hm?” you said, taking his large hand in yours. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he did, eyes looking through the front window.

“It’s going to sound really silly and maybe stupid, but the way you backed up on me in that store… It actually made me feel things” he spoke up, looking over at you to see your face. Your lips parted and you didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t know you were right behind me. Let’s head home and I’ll help you out with my unskilled ass” you laughed it off and went on to put the seatbelt on, but his hand stopped you, trapping your body in your seat.

His face was just inches away from yours, his curly locks in his face as he looked at your lips for a moment.

“I can’t wait another hour, love. I need you right now” he pleaded, scanning your face for a reaction. Your breathing became quicker with the tension in the air, heat growing between your thighs as Jason’s hand found it’s way on your hip. It slowly rubbed your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“Jason,” you whispered, “kiss me”

You could not resist. It was impossible to hold back when he was touching you like that, looking at you like that and turning you on so much. It was kind of risky to do all of this next to the gas station, but Jason wouldn’t have parked the car in this dark spot if he didn’t have any thoughts. And he did, because he knew there was no way he could wait it out until you’re home.

He kissed you so passionately, a little rough, but not too harsh, as his hand found its way in between your thighs, his thumb rubbing against your core really lightly. It left you squirming in the leather seat breathing heavier each second, the need growing quickly. Jason groaned as he could not hold it in anymore, reaching to grab a pack of condoms from his bag. Falling back into his seat as he unbuckled his jeans, he took his hard length out, stroking it up and down before rolling the condom down.

You watched him for a moment, thoughts racing in your head as you felt shy all of a sudden. Maybe even a little embarrassed. It’s not that you haven’t ever seen it or touched it, because you have. It was another thing.

You have never been on top before.

“Come here, please, I want to feel you around me” Jason said, looking at you with his eyes half shut and head thrown against the back of the seat.

“I’ve never been on top” you admitted.

“It’s okay, I’ll guide you, baby”

With all the strength in you, you removed your skirt and tights, leaving underwear on because you knew Jason loved it. He had a thing for that.

You climbed on top, and Jason aligned his pulsating tip with your entrance, letting you know it’s okay for you to sink down. As he filled your insides up, you let out a shaky whimper, your hands wrapping around his neck as you intertwined them, hesitating to move at first. But Jason placed his hands on your hips and dug the nails into your skin, moving you back and forth as he helped you out. And being on top felt way too good for you, maybe even better than your usual pose that had you under him. You could feel his tip hitting the right spot each time you rolled your hips, the knot in your stomach building quicker than it ever had before.

To your surprise, this was better than you had ever anticipated. You could only ask yourself why you always felt so shy about it. Because this was heavenly.

Riding him and getting lost in the moment, you unconsciously squeezed around his length which made him moan louder than usual, gaining a tighter grip on your skin.

“Oh my god, do that again” he breathed with a smile on his smile, attacking your breasts with kisses and sucking on the hardened nipples.

“D-do what?” you could barely talk due to the ecstatic feeling you were drowning in at the moment.

“Squeeze around me, baby”

You did it, earning a soft moan from your boyfriend that vibrated through your body as he still had your flesh in between his teeth.

“You’re doing so well, keep going” he praised you, hands sliding up and down your back until they squeezed your butt as a sign to give him more of that feeling.

“Just like that”

Hearing him praise you like that only made you pick up the pace and reach your high sooner, you found it hard to be patient, you needed that release as much as Jason did.

And just a few moments later, you came around his length, covering your mouth, walls throbbing as you coated him with your juices, body jolting with pleasure. Jason was almost there too, telling you to not stop and moaning to you how good of a girl you are. The sounds he made drove you crazy, it’s like you could cum right then and there off of his voice alone.

He finally filled the condom up and you got off of him, watching his chest go up and down as Jason was getting his breath back.

“So,” he spoke in between breaths, “did you like it?”

“Yes” you said while fixing yourself and your clothes.

“See? You shouldn’t be so shy” he threw the used condom in a small space where he put trash.

You nodded, giggling to yourself.

“Let’s head back home, dummy. I might want to try that again. But in a more comfortable environment, you know” you suggested, and Jason shot you a look of surprise as he stopped what he was doing for a second.

“Didn’t expect you to come out of your shell like that” he smiled, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it. You snickered.

“Drive, dummy, we gotta get home”