Embracing Imperfections

Why does Kirk look like my grandma in this picture

Kirk in black skinny jeans from back in the day appreciation post.🔥🔥 @kirks-exquisite-vegan-pancakes, this ones for you!! 🤭🤭

Hi, I just wanted to say I love your work so much and I was wondering if you can please write about Jason finding out reader is a lead guitarist of a metal band?

Thank you so much, hope this turned out decent and you like it ❤️

Guitar goddess

Jason Newsted x Reader ☆ fluff, strangers to lovers

After seeing you a few times at parties and at the bar, Jason couldn't help but feel drawn to you. Your smile, your laugh, the way you carried yourself with confidence, it all captivated him. He found himself developing a little crush on you, unable to shake the feeling every time he saw you.

One night, at a friend's party, Jason finally mustered up the courage to approach you as he found you sitting there all by yourself, on the steps of the front porch, peacefully enjoying a cigarette. "Hey there, mind if I join you?"

As Jason's voice cut through the crisp evening air, you turned your head to regard him with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

He looked a bit unsteady on his feet, likely due to the alcohol coursing through his veins. Despite this, there was an undeniable spark of confidence in his eyes as he made his way over, claiming the space beside you.

"Not at all," you replied with a gentle smile, taking another slow drag from your cigarette before extinguishing it in the ashtray between your feet.

Jason sat down carefully, his thigh brushing against yours in a fleeting touch.

"I've seen you around but never really had a chance to talk," he said, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness.

"Name's Jason, by the way." He extended a hand towards you, his gaze flicking up to meet yours.

As he spoke, you noticed the way the dim porch light cast a warm glow across his features, the strong jawline, the piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold a quiet intensity, and the curly brown hair that framed his face.

"I noticed you too. I'm glad we finally get a chance to talk. It's nice to meet you, Jason," you responded and shook his hand, taking in his ruggedly handsome features.

"You looked like you could use some company out here." Jason said, his deep voice sending a flutter through your chest. "Besides, I couldn't resist the chance to talk to the most intriguing woman at this party."

Your cheeks warmed at the compliment, a soft blush spreading across your face as you met Jason's gaze. There was something undeniably charming about the way he looked at you, his eyes holding a sincerity that put you at ease.

"Well thanks, I suppose I do stand out from the crowd." You teased and couldn't help but chuckle at his words.

You talked for what felt like hours, the conversation flowing effortlessly between you. Jason's laugh was infectious, and you found yourself smiling wider with each passing moment.

He was enchanted by your looks and aura of mystery. There was something about you that piqued his curiosity, and he found himself wanting to know more about you.

You had a way of keeping people guessing, never revealing too much about yourself. Jason was intrigued by this, and he couldn't help but feel a strong attraction towards you. He needed to unravel the mystery that surrounded you.

Little did Jason know, you were the lead guitarist in a metal band, a fact that you had kept hidden from him, but he would eventually find out by himself, knowing that Metallica would play at the same venue as your band the following weekend.

As the night wore on, Jason's gaze became more intense and you could tell he was interested. "Can I see you again?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for a response.

You smiled, feeling a flutter in your chest. "I'd like that," you replied and his face lit up with a radiant grin. "Care to give me your phone number?"

You nodded and rummaged through your purse, searching for a pen and paper, but all you could find was a crumpled tissue.

You smiled sheepishly as you scribbled your number on the makeshift paper, handing it to Jason with a laugh.

His eyes crinkled at the corners as he took the tissue from you. "Thanks, I'll treasure it," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

Just then, one of your friends appeared, tugging on your arm to get you back to the party.

You bid Jason a hasty goodbye, slightly disappointed to leave his side. But as you turned to leave, you caught his eye, and the spark between you ignited once more.

...

The sticky floors of the venue clung to the soles of Jason’s sneakers as he navigated through the crowd the following weekend.

The adrenaline from their show still thrummed beneath his skin, a pleasant buzz accompanying the clinking of beer bottles and loud guitar sounds.

Metallica had just finished their set, that had gone down well with the Friday night crowd. Now, they were in relaxation mode, grabbing well-deserved drinks and watching the next band on stage.

As Jason leaned against the bar, sipping on his beer, he noticed Kirk nudging him as he stared at the stage in front of them. "Hey, isn't that the girl you met at the party?"

Curiosity piqued as Jason looked up, scanning the crowd before his eyes followed Kirk's gaze to the stage.

And that's when he saw you. His jaw hit the floor. You were a vision in black leather and lace, your fingers flying over the strings of your guitar with a skill that left him breathless. Your long, dark hair cascaded down your back, eyes closed in pure ecstasy.

Jason was at a loss for words as he stared at you, mind racing to make sense of the situation. How could he have not known that you were the lead guitarist of the band playing tonight? You didn't tell him anything about being the lead guitarist in a metal band.

He watched you in a daze, the initial attraction he felt towards you before exploding into something much, much more powerful.

The way you commanded the stage, the passion that poured from you with every note, it was breathtaking. He felt a primal urge to know you and this raw, untamed energy that pulsed through you.

He knew, with a sudden, startling certainty, that he needed to have you in his life. He needed to call you his. Jason felt a thrill course through him. This was going to be interesting.

...

The moment Jason spotted you backstage, adrenaline surged through his veins. He pushed past crew members and roadies, his heart pounding in his chest as he approached you. You looked up, startled, as he grabbed your arm and pulled you into Metallica's dressing room.

The door slammed shut behind you, leaving you alone in there. Jason released your arm only to gently pin you against the wall, his body pressing close. "I'm sorry, but how could you keep this from me?" he demanded. "Lead guitarist of a metal band? That's who you really are?"

You tilted your head, feigning nonchalance despite the butterflies ravaging your stomach. "Hi Jason...I think you would have found out eventually, as I can see." You replied with a coy smile.

"Do you know that you just got ten times hotter?" Jason replied with a serious expression, eyes sincere.

You were a bit taken back by Jason's straight forwardness, but you tried not to let it show, as you responded with a smirk. "Ten times, hm?" You mused in a flirty tone as your eyes locked with his.

"Fuck yeah." The corner of Jason's lips tugged up in a smirk. He could feel his heart racing and his palms getting a little sweaty, but he tried his hardest to keep himself cool and collected.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me," He said as he rested his hand on the wall just next to your shoulder and leant closer to you.

Your gaze locked with Jason's, a sparkle of mischief dancing in your irises as you felt the warmth of his hand beside you. You tilted your chin slightly, daring him to make the next move.

Jason closed the remaining distance, his mouth crashing against yours in a fervent kiss. His lips were firm, demanding, claiming your own as if staking his ownership. You moaned softly into the embrace, the sound muffled by your sealed mouths.

Your hands came up to grip his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as you responded with equal fervor. You kissed deeply, passionately, without preamble, lost in the all-consuming need to bridge the gap between you.

Breaking the contact with a gasp, you gazed up at Jason, your pupils blown wide with arousal. A rosy blush painted your cheeks as you searched his features, a hint of wonder and trepidation swirling within your chest.

"God, I've wanted to do this since the night we met." Jason breathed, his voice husky with longing.

Your lips met again in a fierce, desperate kiss, tongues entwining in a sensual dance as you devoured each other's taste. The world around you faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of you lost in a haze of lust and longing.

Hiii can you do a part 2 of forbidden encounter

Happy about your request, I hope you like it, tried my best 🥰

Forbidden Encounter 2

After your last secret encounter James invites you to a party at his house where you end up having another spicy adventure in his garden shed.

Read Part 1

James Hetfield x Reader ☆ Smut, age gap

It was a perfect summer day, the sun shining brightly in the sky and a gentle breeze blowing through the air. You had been invited to a BBQ party at James' house, and you couldn't wait to see him again after your last encounter. As you arrive at the party, you can hear the sound of laughter and chatter coming from the garden where everyone was gathered. You walk over to join the bunch of people, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness at being around James again.

You spot him standing by the grill, chatting with some friends. He looks handsome as ever, his tattooed arms peeking from his shirt as he takes care of lighting up the barbecue with a big smile on his face as he talks. You can't help but feel a flutter in your chest as you make your way over to him. He turns to face you as you approach, his smile widening at the sight of you.

"Hey, there you are," he says, reaching out to give you a quick hug. "I'm so glad you could make it."

You return his hug, feeling a rush of warmth at his touch and the smell of his perfume intoxicates your mind . You can't deny the chemistry between the two of you, and being in his presence only heightens your feelings.

"Hey James. Do you need help with anything?" You speak, offering your assistance.

James looks over at you with a knowing smile. "No, it's alright. Just sit back and relax."

You nod, feeling a little guilty for not making yourself useful. "Are you sure? I don't mind helping out."

He shakes his head, waving you off. "No, no. I've got it under control. Why don't you go grab a drink and enjoy yourself? The grill won't be ready for a little while."

You hesitate for a moment, but eventually relent. "Alright, if you're sure. I'll go grab a drink then."

You shrug and walk inside to the large kitchen, chatting with some friends before grabbing a drink from the cooler pouring the inside into a plastic cup.

Once a beverage in hand, you head out into the garden where the party is in full swing. The sound of laughter and chatter surround you as you scan the crowd for familiar faces.

You spot your dad talking animatedly with Lars and another friend. You make your way over to them, a smile on your face as you greet them both. Lars pulls you in a quick hug and smiles. "Hey! You like to hang with the old farts huh? Or just making sure your old man stays out of trouble?" Lars jokes and your dad smacks his head jokingly with a playful glare making you laugh. "Maybe I do. James invited me so I came." You shrug with a smile, playing it cool but you can feel your dads eyes watching you curiously.

As you chat, you can't help but steal glances at James from across the yard and your mind keeps drifting back to your past experience. You try to push the thoughts of James aside as you focus on enjoying the party.

As the day wears on, the smell of grilled meat fills the air, signaling that food was soon to be ready. You find yourself getting hungry, your stomach growling in anticipation of the delicious food that awaits you.

Seeing James standing alone in front of the grill, you can't help but admire the way he looks so focused and skilled as he flips the steaks. You make your way over and casually lean against the counter next to him, fiddling with the cup in your hand as the delicious smell of food fills your nostrils.

"Wow, look at that meat," you say, trying to break the silence between the both of you.

James raises an eyebrow and smirks as he follows your eyes wandering between the food and his arms, "Are you talking about the steaks or my arms?"

You blush at his teasing tone, feeling a bit flustered as you stammer, "Uh, I mean, both. The steaks look delicious, and your arms are… impressive."

He chuckles and turns his attention back to the grill, flipping the steaks with ease. "Thanks, I've been working out a lot lately. Gotta stay in shape for the younger generation."

You can't help but admire him, feeling a warmth spreading through you as you watch him in action. "You're really good at this, James. I'm impressed by your skills."

He glances over at you, a soft smile playing on his lips as he chuckles. "Thanks, but it's easy when you have good company to cook for. Plus it's a bonus when the person I'm cooking for is as gorgeous as you."

You blush at his compliment, feeling your cheeks warm at the way he was looking at you. You can't deny the attraction you feel towards him, the way your heart races whenever he was near. Maybe this barbecue was more than just a friendly gathering after all.

As James finishes the majority of his cooking, you begin to plate up the food, setting everything up on a table next to the grill. He hands you a plate with a smile and places a perfect looking steak on top, his eyes meeting yours in a silent exchange that speaks volumes. "Thanks for the help. Enjoy."

As the sun begins to set, the scent of food fills the air as friends and family gather around the barbecue. James had been manning the grill all afternoon but now he finally took a break to join the festivities.

The music is loud, the drinks are flowing, and laughter fills the air. Everyone is in high spirits as they enjoy the delicious spread of food that has been prepared. James can't help but smile as he watches his loved ones chatting and laughing, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of the sunset.

As the evening wore on, the party only seemed to get livelier. People start dancing, moving to the beat of the music and letting loose.

James watches you all evening, waiting for the perfect moment to steal you away from the crowd without anyone noticing. He sees his opportunity as you make your way to the buffet to get another quick snack.

Just as you reach for some bread, James appears at your side, his hand gently wrapping around your wrist. Startled, you turn to face him, only to find yourself being pulled away from the party and into the shadows of the nearby garden shed.

Confusion and excitement wars within you as James presses you against the closed door of the shed, his eyes filled with hunger and longing. In the dim light, you can see the intensity of his gaze, the way his chest rises and falls with each breath.

"I missed you." James whispers, his voice low and husky. The words hang in the air between you, charged with emotion and desire.

Without a word, James leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel his warm breath against your skin, sending a rush of electricity through your body.

And then his lips are on yours, soft and urgent, pouring out all the pent-up emotions he had been keeping hidden. You melt into his embrace, feeling the heat of his touch searing through you.

James' hands wanders up your hips, squeezing them roughly as he pulls your body tight against his.

You moan into the kiss as you feel James' hardness pressing into your stomach. You know what he wants and are more than eager to give it to him. With a growl, James pulls away, looking into your eyes with a mixture of lust and intensity.

"You want more, don't you, baby?" James growls, his breath hot on your face. "Wanna get fucked nice and hard just like last time?" You nod, biting your lip as a shiver runs down your spine.

James forcefully swings you around before he bends you over a large storage box in the corner of the shed. The box was sturdy and at the perfect height to expose your ass which James immediately starts groping.

"Such a beautiful sight," James mutters as he slaps your ass, making you gasp. "I've been thinking about this ass ever since I last had it."

He slides his hand between your legs, rubbing you through your thin shorts. You arch your back, pushing your ass back against James' groin as you let out a moan.

"Take these off," James orders, pulling at your shorts. You lift your hips, allowing him to peel them down your legs, along with your lacy panties, leaving you completely exposed.

You feel the cool air on your wet pussy and instinctively spread your legs, giving James full access. He takes advantage, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he slips two fingers inside you, eliciting a loud moan from you.

"Such a little slut for me, aren't you?" James teases, pumping his fingers in and out of your dripping hole. "I bet you've been thinking about my cock ever since the last time I fucked you senseless."

You whimper and nod vigorously. James leans down, his hot breath on your ear as he nibbles on your earlobe.

"I'm going to fill that tight pussy up again," he whispers. "Gonna stretch you out and make you cum all over my cock."

With that, James stands and removes his digits before he pulls down his pants and lines his throbbing dick up with your waiting hole. He grasps your hips and slowly slides himself into you, moaning at the tightness that envelopes him.

You bite your lip to stifle a scream as you feel James fill you up. James starts to thrust slowly, pulling out until just the tip of his cock remains inside before slamming back into you.

"Fuck, you feel so good," James groans, picking up the pace. "Tight little pussy was made for my cock."

Your moans fill the shed as James pounds into you. Your juices flowing freely, coating James' shaft with each deep thrust.

"That's it, baby, you gonna cum for me?"James pants, feeling your pussy clench around him.

As if on command, your body trembles, your orgasm washing over you as you cry out James' name, muffled by his large hand. Feeling your pussy pulsate around him sends James over the edge, and with a few more sharp thrusts, he unloads his hot cum deep inside you.

As his orgasm subsides, James wraps his arms around you. He kisses you then, a deep, passionate kiss that speaks of his gratitude and desire. Breaking the kiss, he nuzzles your neck, his breath warm on your skin as he whispers, "Damn, woman, you are incredible."

James pulls out, his spent cock twitching as he watches his cum leak out of you. He smacks your ass playfully, causing you to jump.

"That's what I like to see," he says with a satisfied smile. "My cum dripping out of that sweet pussy."

You turn your head, giving James a cheeky grin. "This our thing now?"

James laughs, pulling you to your feet and kissing you. "Dirty little thing," he growls against your lips.

You shiver as James pulls away, already looking forward to the next time you could sneak away and continue your heated affair.

Facing him, you bit your lip. James notices the gesture, and a grin spreads across his face. "You've got that look in your eye, baby. What are you thinking about?"

"Why the shed though? You got no bedroom?" You joke playfully, making James chuckle. "Where's the fun in that?", before he gets dressed and kisses you before pulling you to your feet.

Reaching down, he picks up your shorts, crumpled on the floor where they had been hastily discarded earlier. "Get dressed, baby. I'm sure someone noticed our absence by now." Though he spoke of caution, you both knew the risk only added to the thrill.

You take the offered shorts and step into them, feeling the material slide over your sensitive skin, still buzzing from the orgasms James had coaxed from you.

Once dressed you both knew your secret affair wasn't over yet. There were more pleasures to be had, more boundaries to push, and you were eager to explore every delicious possibility together.

80s Jason inviting you to a park as a friend but when you get there its a whole picnic(that he put a lot of time into ) he confesses nevous and shaky the whole time, and the whole ending is up to you if you wanna do fluff or smut?? thank you!

Thank you for this cute request 💙

Picnic of hearts

Jason Newsted x Reader ☆ fluff, friends to lovers

The phone rang on a quiet friday night, and you couldn't help but smile as you heard Jason's voice on the other end, once you picked up. Ever since he moved in down the street two months ago, you had become good friends, spending countless hours hanging out at each other's house and attending concerts and parties together.

You enjoyed Jason's company but were unsure of your feelings towards him. Was it just friendship, or was there something deeper there? You had never been good at deciphering your own emotions, especially when it came to matters of the heart.

Little did you know, Jason had been harboring a crush on you for quite some time, only waiting for the perfect moment to tell you.

"Hey, I was wondering, if you maybe wanna hang out at the park this weekend? If you're free, that is." Jason suggested enthusiastically as he waited for an answer.

You mentally checked your schedule and nodded, even though he couldn't see you.

"Yea sure, how about tomorrow in the afternoon?" You replied casually as you twirled the telephone cord around your finger.

Hanging out at the park plus quality time with Jason sounded lovely. But beneath the surface, a small part of you wondered if this outing might be more than just a casual get-together.

"Cool, tomorrow is perfect. Does 2 p.m. sound good?" Jason said, already excited about the next day.

"Sounds great. I'll see you then." You confirmed before the conversation ended.

Jason smiled to himself, imagining the day ahead in anticipation and began planning his surprise picnic mentally plus the most difficult part of confessing to you.

You arrived at the location with your bike the next afternoon, pulling off your helmet and ran a hand through your flowing hair, trying to quickly fix it in the rearview mirror before making your way through the park.

The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the lush greenery of the place. You scanned the scenery, searching for Jason until you spotted his curly mob of hair.

You could see him moving around hectically in a quiet corner, in the shadows of a tree, squinting your eyes to see what he was doing. Making your way over, grass crunching softly under your shoes, a smile crept onto your face as you called his name.

Jason's eyes sparkled with eagerness as he turned to face you, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. He fidgeted slightly, tucking a stray lock of curly hair behind his ear, revealing a hint of nervousness that wasn't typical of his usual calm demeanor. "Hey Y/N, great to see you! How are you?"

Before you could respond, your gaze drifted past him to the colorful array of food laid out on a checkered blanket behind him. Your eyes widened in pleasant surprise. "Wait, is that a picnic?"

Jason chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, a rosy tint covering his cheeks. "Well yea, I wanted to make it a surprise. I hope you like it, I spent all day arranging it for you."

"Wow, really? That's the cutest thing someone has ever done for me." You smiled brightly as you looked at Jason, blushing heavily.

"Come on, take a seat," he said, stepping aside and gesturing for you to approach the blanket with a slight awkwardness.

As you stepped closer and sunk down onto the soft fabric, the details of his surprise unfolded before you. There were mini sandwiches, cut into perfect triangles next to a vibrant array of fruits – strawberries, grapes, melon slices, all glistening in the sunlight.

A basket with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine inside. Everything arranged with such care and thoughtfulness, that it felt like stepping into a scene from a movie.

"Jason, this is incredible." You breathed, your eyes twinkling as you took it all in.

“Do you really like it?” he asked, his voice a little softer than usual, almost hesitant as he took a seat beside you.

"I love it! It looks perfect. You thought of everything." You reached out and gently touched his arm with an unwavering smile.

He visibly relaxed at your words, a relieved smile spreading across his face. "Ok good. I um...I brought you some flowers."

"These are beautiful." You murmured, reaching out to gently touch the bouquet inside the basket.

"Just like you." Jason blurted out, then immediately winced, his cheeks turning crimson.

You turned to him, a playful smile dancing on your lips. "Did you really just say that?"

He avoided your eyes again, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. "Maybe. Look, I know it's cheesy but I wanted to do something special. For you."

You reached out and placed your hand over his. His fingers were warm and slightly trembling. "Jason, it's not cheesy at all. It's perfect. And it means a lot to me." You said softly.

His gaze met yours, and this time, there was no shyness, just a raw, vulnerable honesty. “Really?”

You squeezed his hand, your heart fluttering with a warmth that mirrored the spring day. “Really, really.”

He smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that lit up his whole face, chasing away the nervousness from before. He picked up a sandwich, offering it to you. "So, mini sandwiches? Yes or no?"

"Definitely yes." You replied, taking the sandwich and biting into it.

After his surprise turned out to be a success, you eat and enjoyed some wine, and chat, the conversation flowing easily between you. He shared stories about his morning spent preparing everything, laughing about his near-disaster with the sandwiches and how he almost forgot the flowers. You laughed with him, enjoying his company and the beautiful setting.

But as the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the park, you noticed a change in Jason’s demeanor. His laughter became a tad more nervous, his fingers fidgeting with the glass of wine in his hand.

You paused mid-sentence, sensing the shift. “Hey, is everything okay?” You asked, tilting your head slightly, a playful concern lining your voice.

He took a deep breath, the kind that seemed to pull the weight of the world in. “Actually, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about." He admitted, the hint of vulnerability in his voice.

“What is it?” You asked, your curiosity tinged with an anxious feeling in your stomach.

Jason sat up straighter, his gaze fixed on the ground for a moment, then he finally met your eyes. “I’ve been thinking...about us."

You held your breath, the sounds of the park fading into a soft hum as you wondered what he had got to say. "What do you mean about us?" You prompted gently, trying to keep your tone light despite the trepidation building inside you. 

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly in his throat. "I don't know about you but I really like you and I think...I might have feelings for you." He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "More than just friendship. I think about you all the time, wondering what could be if we were more than this."

The air seemed to vibrate with tension as you processed his confession. A whirlwind of emotions swirled within you, surprise, excitement, uncertainty, even fear. Your mind raced, trying to make sense of the unexpected revelation.

You sat there, frozen, as Jason's words hung in the air between you like a challenge. His confession had left you utterly speechless, the realization dawned on you that your feelings for Jason extended far beyond platonic friendship.

As the seconds ticked by, you struggled to find your voice, to articulate the complex mix of emotions coursing through your veins. Jason's vulnerable expression tugged at your heartstrings. He looked both hopeful and terrified, awaiting your response like a bird perched on a fragile branch, poised to take flight or plummet back down to earth.

"Jason, I... wow." You stuttered, laughter catching in your chest before dying away into an awkward silence. "I didn't see that coming."

He chuckled nervously, the sound music to your ears. "I know, me neither. It just sort of...happened." He explained, running a hand through his fluffed curls. "But here we are."

Before you could respond, you were drawn inexorably towards him, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek, fingers splayed against warm skin.

Your gaze focused on the tender curve of his lips, remembering countless moments when they've curled into a smile and eyes drinking in every feature etched onto his handsome face.

With a breathy sigh, you leaned in, drawn to Jason like a magnet. His eyes widened in surprise before they fluttered closed as your mouths met in a tender kiss. I was soft and sweet, filled with unspoken promises and desire.

The gentle press of lips against lips sent sparks dancing across your nerve endings. Your mouth moved against his in a slow, sensual dance and Jason's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he returned the kiss with equal passion.

Lost in the haze of newfound romance, you didn't notice yourself shifting, until suddenly you found yourself climbed half onto his lap. The picnic basket teetered precariously nearby, threatening to spill its contents.

A startled gasp escaped you both as reality crashed back in. Jason's eyes flew open, meeting yours in a burst of mirth. Laughter bubbled up from your core, echoing his amusement. Together, you collapsed back onto the blanket in a fit of giggles, the wine sloshing ominously in its bottle.

"I'm sorry, but I think we can't be friends anymore." Jason unfolded in a mock seriousness.

"Oh no, that makes me so sad." You pouted playfully.

He reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips grazing your cheek. "Yea, because I think I'd prefer to be more than just friends with someone who kisses me like that." Jason grinned, his voice dropping to a sultry murmur.

"Sounds like a good deal to me." You smiled and melted into his touch, leaning into him as he pulled you in for another searing kiss.

He is so squishy oh my goodness

Forbidden Encounter

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

James Hetfield x Reader ☆ Smut, age gap

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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