Hi, You Write So Beautifully For Current James And I Was Wondering If I Could Request One, If That’s

you’ve gotta be kidding

They all look so good need them all in my bed TONIGHT ☝🏻

Something involving Kirk’s tattoo. Like maybe when he first gets it and doesn’t tell reader about it she finds out becomes obsessed with it something smut involved please😈

Thank you for requesting, actually planned on writing this 💕

Inked temptations

Kirk Hammett x Reader ☆ smut, oral, rough sex

After being away from each other for a long month, I finally joined Kirk on tour. The anticipation of seeing him again had been building up inside me, and I couldn't wait to be reunited with him. Little did I know, Kirk had a surprise in store for me.

As I stood in the crowd, watching Kirk shred his guitar on stage, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. The energy at the venue was electric, and I could feel the music pulsating through my veins. Kirk looked more alive than ever, his passion for music evident in every note he played.

Halfway through their set, a grin spread across his face as he was dripping with sweat and swiftly took off his shirt. And then, I saw it.

There, on Kirk's belly, was a large tattoo.

It read as I could assume to be his birthdates in big letters, his hips adorned by flames, that seemed to come alive under the stage lights. I had never seen Kirk with a tattoo before, and I was mesmerized by the sight of it. The ink glistened with sweat, adding to its allure.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from Kirk as he continued to play, his body moving with the music in a way that was both powerful and sensual. The tattoo seemed to enhance his already magnetic presence on stage, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

As the music reached its climax, Kirk threw his head back in ecstasy, his body glazed in perspiration. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as desire coursed through me. In that moment, I realized just how much I had missed him and how much I craved his touch, now hungry like a slut.

After the show, Kirk pulled me into his dressing room, into his arms, his inked belly pressed against me. "Surprise, baby. I saw you drool out there, like a starving whore."

I stared at him and traced the lines of the tattoo with my fingers, feeling the heat of his damp skin, slick with the remnants of his performance. The scent of him, a potent mix of sweat and his signature sandalwood cologne, filled my nostrils.

"When did you get this?" I asked, my voice a little breathy. The heat between us flared up as he wrapped me in his strong arms, holding me tightly against him as he was still coming down from the adrenaline high of the performance.

He smirked at me, his eyes glinting with a familiar hunger. "I got it done two weeks ago. You like it?"

"I think so," I said with a small grin, before pulling him snug against me.  "Fuck, Kirk, I missed you so much." I mumbled against his plush lips before kissing him, hard, tangling my fingers in his curly hair.

Kirk groaned as our lips met, his hands roaming over my curves possessively. He backed me up against the door, pinning me there with his body. Our kiss turned frantic, tongues dancing, teeth clashing.

When we finally broke for air, Kirk's chest was heaving, eyes dark with lust. "God, I've wanted this all day." He growled, nipping at my neck. His hands slid under my shirt, caressing the bare skin.

I bit my lip as he pushed the hem of my shirt up to undress me, exposing my hardened nipples to him. I let out a soft moan as Kirk grasped my breasts with his tan hands, kneading them eagerly while placing hungry kisses all over my neck.

Suddenly, Kirk shifted positions, maneuvering us towards the plush leather sofa in the middle of the room. He settled back against the cushions, eyes dark with lust as they roamed over my heated form.

With a playful glint in my eye, I resisted Kirk's initial attempt to draw me onto his lap, instead applying a firm yet gentle pressure to push him onto his back. The sudden shift in dynamics left him in mild surprise flickering across his features before giving way to a sultry grin.

Kirk stared up at me anticipatingly and I seized the opportunity to explore every inch of his toned physique, dropping to my knees.

My fingers danced across his chest, tracing the defined ridges of muscle before delving lower to scratch tantalizing patterns along his abdomen, my rings a cool contrast against his hot skin.

The slight indentations of his new stomach tattoo provided an intriguing focal point, and I found myself tracing the intricate design with a curious fingertip.

My wandering hands eventually made their way to the button of Kirk's jeans, which I popped open with a deliberate slowness that only heightened the tension between us.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and tugged the denim downward, watching as his impressive erection sprang free. Shedding him of his clothing, the garment discarded to the floor.

Once Kirk was fully bared to my appreciative gaze, I rose to my feet, a predatory smile playing on my lips.

Straddling his thighs, I leaned forward, my hot breath fanning over the tantalizing expanse of his stomach as I planted a trail of kisses there, my tongue darting out to taste the salty skin.

My lips brushed against the delicate inkwork adorning Kirk's belly, tracing the individual letters spelled out on his skin. Each press of my mouth against the tattoo seemed to ignite a spark within me, fueling the growing hunger for his taste.

He chuckled quietly, the sound low and husky, as I traced my lips along the ink on his abs. "You're a little tease, aren't you?"

His breath hitched slightly as I continued, the sensation of my soft lips against his sensitized skin making him rock hard.

Finally reaching the base of his throbbing erection, I licked a slow, savoring path up the length of his shaft. The salty-sweet flavor of his skin mingled with the musky aroma of his arousal, sending shivers down my spine.

I wrapped my lips around the swollen head, swirling my tongue around the ridge before sinking to envelop him fully.

The velvety texture of Kirk's member filled my mouth, and I began to bob my head in a steady rhythm, relishing the way his hips bucked upward to meet my movements.

His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping lightly as he guided me along his shaft. "Fuck, baby, don't stop." Kirk hissed, his voice strained with pleasure.

The words spurred me on, urging to take him deeper. My own desire grew, dampening my panties as I lost myself in the act of pleasuring him.

The muscles in his abdomen tensed and relaxed with each pass of my lips, the letters and numbers of his tattoo flexing with the movement.

The obscene sounds of my ministrations filled the room, wet slurps and muffled moans punctuated by Kirk's increasingly labored breathing as I could feel the heat building in his core, his member throbbing against my tongue.

Just as Kirk's climax seemed imminent, I suddenly pulled away, releasing his twitching member with a wet pop. The abrupt withdrawal left him panting and his eyes, glazed with lust, locked onto mine, a mix of confusion and anticipation etched on his face.

"What...?" He managed to gasp out. His fingers, still tangled in my hair, loosened their grip as he waited for my next move.

The air between us crackled with tension, the silence heavy with unspoken desires. Kirk's cock, now freed from my oral attentions, stood proud and eager, glistening with traces of saliva and precum. It throbbed almost painfully, a testament to the intensity of his arousal.

"I need you inside of me...can I ride you?"

I asked, desperate for more, as I stood to get naked.

Kirk's eyes flashed with hunger as he watched me rise to my feet, shedding my clothing with a deliberate slowness that only added to the eroticism of the moment. His gaze drank in the sight of my naked form, from the delicate curve of my shoulders to the enticing swell of my hips.

As I climbed back atop him, Kirk wasted no time in capturing my lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. His mouth devoured mine, tongues entwining in a dance  as his hands roamed my body with an urgency born of pent-up desire, palming my breasts and tweaking my nipples until they pebbled beneath his touch.

I could feel his hardness pressing insistently against my thigh, a reminder of what was to come.

Breaking the kiss, Kirk looked up at me with burning intensity, his voice low and rough with need. "Ride me, baby. Take what you need." He guided me backwards, positioning me above his straining erection.

He leans in, kissing me again while he pulls me down onto his hardness and slowly enters me. I gasped softly as he reached deep inside my core until he bottomed out.

Kirk held still for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size, the tip of his cock nestled deep within my welcoming heat.

Slowly, deliberately, Kirk began to thrust, his hips rolling upwards in a sensual rhythm. Each stroke hit that sweet spot inside of me, igniting sparks of pleasure that raced through my veins.

His hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements as I started to rock against him, finding my own pace. "Fuck Kirk..." I moan out as I quicken my movements, riding his cock eagerly.

His response was a low growl of approval, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he met my increasing tempo. "That's it, take what you need," he urged, his voice husky with lust.

The room echoed with the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and my mingled moans of pleasure. Kirk's cock pulsed inside me with each powerful thrust, the ridges and veins providing delicious friction against my inner walls.

I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his tatted abs as I rode him harder, my breasts bouncing with the force of my movements.

Kirk's gaze was riveted to the erotic spectacle, his eyes darkening with primal desire. "You're so fucking sexy like this," he rasped, his breath coming in short pants. "I can't wait to fill you up with my cum."

I rode him harder, a moaning mess on top of him and tightened around him, driving him close to release.

With a final, desperate clench around his pulsating cock, I sent Kirk over the edge. A moan tore from his throat as he spilled himself deep inside of me, his hot seed coating my fluttering walls.

The intense orgasm rocked through him, his body trembling beneath mine.

But even as aftershocks rippled through him, Kirk was already reviving, his lustful energy surging back.

With a swift maneuver, he flipped me onto all fours. Before I could process the change in position, he pushed back into me, his renewed vigor driving him to claim me anew.

Kirk's hips snapped against my ass in a relentless rhythm, each thrust hitting that sweet spot inside me with precision.

His fingers found my sensitive clit, rubbing firm circles that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my oversensitive nerves. "Oh god yes!"

His answering grunt was primal, his thrusts becoming even more forceful as he chased another peak but more importantly, wanting to make me cum. The leather sofa creaked ominously beneath us, the sound blending with the symphony of skin meeting skin and my wanton cries of ecstasy.

"Take it, baby, take every inch," he moaned, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining such a frenzied pace. His fingers worked overtime on my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to keep me teetering on the brink.

The coil of pleasure inside me wound tighter and tighter, my whole body quivering with the impending release.

Kirk's cock pistoned in and out, stretching and filling me in the most exquisite way, pushing my closer to the edge with each merciless stroke.

"Kirk, I'm gonna...!" I gasped and with a keening wail, I finally tipped over, my orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave.

My cry of release triggered Kirk's second climax, his body jerking as he emptied himself inside me once more. The sheer intensity of our shared orgasm left us both spent, trembling in the aftermath.

As the last waves of pleasure subsided, Kirk's weight settled upon me, his forehead pressed against my back. I felt his warm breath on my skin, his heartbeat synchronizing with mine as we both caught our breath.

My legs, weak from the exertion, threatened to buckle under me. Kirk seemed to sense this, his arms wrapping around my waist as he held me steady.

For a long moment, neither of us spoke, content to simply exist in the peaceful silence broken only by the gentle rise and fall of our breathing.

Kirk smiled and gently held me as his head rested on my back, kissing my spine softly while slipping out of me. He spoke gently, his words coming out between breaths. "That was intense. Are you alright?"

My eyes fluttered open as I came out of my blissful state, smiling. "I'm fine. I really missed you."

Kirk held me a little more securely as he kissed my shoulder and smiled against my skin as he spoke. "Missed you too, baby."

Everybody welcome Jason to Sweaty Boy Saturday!

Can you do one where you make Lars jealous on purpose and he gives you a lesson afterwards being rough and all? 🔥

Y'all wanted Lars smut, there you go 😁

Fueled desire

Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ Smut, degradation

I was tagging along with Metallica on their tour with Guns N' Roses, and the energy was palpable. The music, the crowds, the late nights and early mornings - it was all a whirlwind of excitement and adrenaline.

But amidst all the chaos and excitement, there was one thing that was weighing on my mind - a silly little argument I had gotten into with my boyfriend, Lars. It was nothing serious, just a petty disagreement over something trivial, but it had left a sour taste in my mouth.

As we arrived at the afterparty following their show, I decided to clear my head and have some fun. The party was in full swing, with music blaring and people dancing and laughing. I spotted Duff from Guns N' Roses across the room, and a mischievous idea popped into my head.

I made my way over to him, flashing a smile and striking up a conversation. We chatted about music, life on the road, and everything in between. I could see Lars watching us from across the room, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the jealousy in his eyes. It was childish, I knew, but in that moment, it felt good to have the upper hand.

As the night wore on, Duff and I continued to chat, laughing and joking as if we were old friends. Lars eventually made his way over to us, his expression unreadable. He stopped in front of us with an icy glare, interrupting our conversation.

Lars grabbed my wrist tightly, his grip firm and possessive. "We're leaving, let's get back to the hotel," he said, his voice low and commanding.

I tried to pull my wrist away, but his hold was too strong. "Lars, what are you doing? Let go of me,  I'm staying here." I demanded, my voice tinged with anger.

Lars ignored my protests and began to lead me away from Duff, who was watching the scene unfold with a mixture of confusion and concern. "What do you think you're doing? Throwing yourself at Duff and flirting with the guy all night?" Lars growled, his jealousy evident in his tone.

"He's just a friend, Lars. You're being ridiculous," I shot back, frustration bubbling up inside me.

Lars didn't respond, his jaw clenched tightly as he continued to drag me away. I could feel the tension between us, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

As we made our way back to the hotel, the silence between us was deafening. I knew that this was far from over, and that the drama between Lars and I was far from resolved. But for now, all I could do was follow him, my heart heavy with the weight of our complicated relationship.

Without a word, he led me back to our hotel room, the door falling shut loudly. I tried to say something, but he cut me off, turning me around and pressing me against the wall roughly, making me gasp.

"Enough of your stupid little games," he growled, his voice low and dangerous, right up against my ear. "You think you can just flirt with whoever you want and make me jealous? Well, I'm not going to stand for it."

I could feel the heat radiating off of him as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin. I could see the fire in his eyes, and I knew I had pushed him too far. But there was something thrilling about the way he was taking control, his dominance sending shivers down my spine.

"Maybe you need a lesson in who you belong to," he whispered, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I could feel the tension between us, the desire and frustration mixing together in a heady cocktail.

Lars smiles at the little sounds I'm letting out, holding my figure in an almost possessive manner. "That's right. You're mine to own." 

He presses himself into me from behind, his hand on my ass as he kisses me hungrily. With how intense the kiss is, it's as if Lars is staking his claim over me. His other hand pulls on my hair, holding me exactly where he wants me. 

I moan as Lars pulls my head backwards, shoving his tongue into my mouth. He kisses me deeper, his tongue exploring my mouth fiercely as I let out another moan. Lars grip on my hair tightens, his need to claim me, growing with every movement.

Letting go of my mouth, his lips trail down my neck before biting into the exposed skin, making me yelp. "Fuck Lars!"

Lars' mouth is on my neck, sucking and biting as he leaves a few dark marks on my skin. He pulls away, only to look at his work, running a finger along the love bites he knows I have to try and hide later.

My body is trembling with need as I manage to stay upright, holding onto the wall. Lars grins as he feels my body shake, the way I'm trying to keep myself together only making him want to take me even more. He moves his lips back up my neck, lips lingering against my ear as he whispers, "Look at how desperate you are for me. There's absolutely no need for any other man to throw yourself at, like a needy fucking whore..."

"No, I only need you." I let out a shaky breath. Lars chuckles, his breath hot against my ear as he leans in closer, body pressing against mine. "That's exactly right. You're mine and only mine. I'm the only one who can make you needy like this. You need me, say it!" 

"Lars, I need you, please!" I hear you laugh at my desperation. "Good girl," Lars purred, his thumb stroking my bottom lip gently, before he gets a hold of the hem of my dress to roughly pull it upwards, exposing my ass, a delicate lace thong parting my cheeks, grabbing one to squeeze, his touch possessive and rough.

 "But you don't think you deserve to come tonight right?" Lars punctuated his words with a sharp smack on my exposed flesh, the sound echoing in the room. 

The sudden sting of his hand on my ass sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through my body, making me gasp and arch my back. "Ow, Lars! I'm sorry, please you need to let me come tonight..." I whimpered, voice hoarse with need. My pussy throbbed, aching to be touched, begging for Lars' attention.

"That's it, let me hear you beg," Lars encouraged, his voice thick with desire. "I want to hear how much you love it when I spank that pretty ass of yours." He delivered another smack, this time on the other cheek, leaving a warm, tingling sensation in its wake.

My legs trembled as I struggled to stay upright, body buzzing with sensations. "Please, more... I want more," I begged, my inhibitions melting away. "Oh you'll receive plenty more and you're going to count them, understood?  You'll learn to count your blessings.." I nod and give in to the rough treatment. 

Lars brought his hand down on my exposed backside, the sharp crack echoing through the room. I let out a gasp, body jerking forward as the sting registered. "Count, babygirl," Lars instructed, his voice firm yet laced with a hint of pleasure. "One." "One," I repeated, my voice trem. "Please, Lars..."

Another swift motion and the hand came down on my other cheek, leaving a blazing trail of heat. "Two," Lars intoned, his voice steady. "Two," I echoed, body trembling. 

Lars' eyes glinted with satisfaction as he delivered another strike, this time across both cheeks, creating an 'X' of fiery sensation. "Three," he said, his breath hot against my ear. I moaned, my body responding to the pain and pleasure. "Three," I managed, voice a breathless whisper. "Oh, God..."

As the game progressed, Lars' strikes became more intense, each one a deliberate assault on my senses. With every stroke, my body responded, pussy growing wetter with each count. I lost track of time, my mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations as I clung to the wall.

"Ten." Lars announced, his voice thick with desire as he paused to admire my trembling form. "Please Lars, I need you! I can't take any more of these." 

"Greedy little impatient thing, aren't you?" Lars teased, his breath hot on my neck as he nuzzled my sensitive skin. "But I aim to please." He reached around, his fingers dipping beneath the flimsy fabric of my thong, finding my wetness and without warning, plunging two fingers deep inside of me. 

A loud moan escaped my lips as Lars' fingers filled me, stroking in a rhythmic motion, hitting all the right spots. My body moved instinctively against his hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. "Fuck, yes! Right there," I cried out, my forehead pressed against the wall.

Lars chuckled, the sound vibrating through me as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of my slick heat. "You like that, huh? My fingers deep inside you, making you wetter by the second." He added a third finger, stretching me, filling me to the brim, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.

"I'm gonna come... Lars, I'm so close," I panted, my body tensing as the coil of pleasure tightened within me. Lars' thumb found my clit, circling it relentlessly, stopping every movement right before sending me over the edge. "No please I..." 

Lars straightened up, his eyes dark with desire as he took in my disheveled appearance as he coos. "I'm so sorry babygirl, you wanted to cum? You thought I'd let you cum that easily?" His voice was thick with lust, and he took a step closer, his hardness pressing against my thigh.

"I-I..." I stuttered, my eyes flickering with uncertainty and arousal. I was at his mercy, body betraying me as my nipples hardened against the thin fabric of my dress.

Lars's arm snaked around my waist, he kept me locked in place as he removed his hand from my panties. "You're so wet, so responsive," he growled, his lips brushing against my ear. "But I want to hear you beg for it. I want to hear you scream my name when I make you come. You have to earn it."

My mouth went dry as his words sent a fresh wave of heat between my legs. "Please, Lars," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'll beg if that's what you want."

With a possessive growl Lars removed my dress, throwing it aside followed by his fingers roughly pulling my panties down my legs, leaving me bare before he pinned my hands above my head with one hand, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. His free hand trailed down my body, tracing my soft tits, before kneading them hungrily. "Oh baby, trying to make me jealous without thinking of the consequences..."

As he spoke, he released my hands and reached for his belt, undoing it with practiced ease. The sound of his zipper echoed in the room as he freed his thick, throbbing cock, rock hard by now. Lars undressed quickly before he positioned himself behind me with his length pressing against my entrance, teasing me with its promise. "Please, just fuck me already!" I begged, voice hoarse and raw.

He obliged, gripping my hips tightly as he thrust forward, filling me in one smooth motion. I cried out, my body accommodating his size as he stretched and filled me. Lars set a relentless pace, not giving me any time to adjust and his hands leaving red marks on my skin as he pounded into me, claiming me with each thrust.

"You like that, don't you? You all did that on purpose?" he grunted, his breath hot on my neck. "My dick feels so good inside you, making you mine."

I could only moan in response, body moving in sync with his, each stroke hitting my sweet spot, pushing me closer to the edge, hoping Lars lets me come this time. The pressure built, coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I might shatter.

Lars reached around, his fingers finding my sensitive bud once more, pinching and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "Do you want to cum for me now, babygirl?" he grunts, his voice hoarse with desire.

My body convulsed as an intense orgasm ripped through me, causing me to scream his name, his hand flying to my mouth to muffle my scream. My inner walls clamped down on his cock, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Lars groaned, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he spilled his seed deep inside of me, his climax intensifying my own.

We remain joined, breathing heavily, our hearts pounding in unison. Lars's hands gently caressed my trembling body, his thumbs brushing away the tears of pleasure that had formed in the corners of my eyes.

"That," he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction, "was just the beginning, babygirl. I plan on making you come again and again. Until you feel so sorry you just have to apologize over and over to receive my forgiveness." 

Can you do cuddling on a cold winter night with Jason? Just pure fluff pls 😊

Winter warmth

Jason Newsted x Reader ☆ Fluff

It was a freezing cold winter night, the kind that made you want to stay indoors and never leave the warmth of your home ever again.

You were curled up on the sofa with Jason, after being out in the icy and stormy weather, craving to get inside and warm up your frozen limbs.

Your body stopped shaking the second Jason lit the chimney and crawled underneath the furry blanket, his hands still cold but the rest of him comfortingly warm.

The crackling fire in the fireplace casting an orange glow over the room as Jason wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as you snuggled into his chest.

The heat from the flames and his embrace made you feel safe and content, like nothing could harm you in that moment.

As you gazed into the flickering flames, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment of peace and tranquility.

The world outside may have been cold and harsh, but in that moment, all that mattered was the two of you, wrapped up in each other's love.

"You feel better now?" Jason murmured as he tenderly ran his calloused fingers through your hair, smoothing the soft frizz, created by the beanie you wore.

You looked up at Jason, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. Your cheeks and nose, a crimson color from being exposed to the crisp temperature for too long.

In that moment, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be – in his arms, by the fire, safe from the stormy winter air.

"Yes, much better. I think I'm defrosting here. Thanks for keeping me warm." You smile up at him and watch him chuckle before he's pressing a loving kiss onto your forehead.

"Anything for my baby, I'm not leaving your side. And I don't want you to get sick." Jason replies, gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he stares into your bright orbs.

His gentle touch and soothing words washed over you like a comforting balm, easing the lingering chill from your bones.

The snow outside seemed to fall in slow motion, each flake drifting lazily to the ground, oblivious to the cozy world within these walls.

"Are you alright? You're so quiet." Jason's voice broke the silence as he looked down at you, his brow slightly creasing in a small frown.

"Yeah, just thinking...enjoying the moment." You smiled as you nestled further into him.

"Mind sharing what you're thinking about?" Jason's arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on the top of your head.

His curls were softly tickling your face, making you smile in amusement. "Just how lucky I am, to have you."

"Mm, I should be the one saying that." Jason's hold tightened, his hand gently tracing patterns on your back as he enjoyed the closeness.

A contented sigh escaped your lips as his fingers continued their soothing dance across your back.

You felt cocooned in his embrace, the world outside receding until all that existed was the warmth of his body pressed against yours and the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

"I am incredibly fortunate to have found you," you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper against the soft locks framing his face.

Jason's hold on you tightened reflexively, as if he could draw you even closer, merge your bodies into one entity. "And I feel the same way," he murmured, his lips brushing the top of your head in a feather-light kiss.

You felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks and smiled dreamily. The faint glow emanating from the fireplace cast flickering shadows across Jason's features, transforming them into a mesmerizing play of light and dark.

You tenderly tilted his chin to place a soft kiss onto his lips as your fingertips traced idle patterns on his chest, relishing the solid warmth of his muscles beneath his shirt.

"Mm, you're very affectionate today." Jason teased as you showered his lips with loving kisses. He enjoyed the feeling, his arm wrapping around your back to pull you into his lap.

"Hi there." You cracked a smile as you settled down in your boyfriends lap, getting seemingly comfortable.

"Hey." Jason smiled, his eyes drinking in your relaxed presence in his lap. "You look comfy."

"Mmm, I am," you agreed, a contented sigh escaping your lips. Jason's hands began to roam, fingertips dancing along your spine before coming to rest on your hips.

"I'm glad," he said, his voice low and husky. "Because right now, I don't want to let you go."

His words sent a thrill through you, a mix of excitement and tenderness swirling in the pit of your stomach.

Jason's thumbs gently circled your hips as he pulled you impossibly closer against him, his body heat seeping into yours through the thin fabric of your clothes. The warmth was welcome after braving the frigid outdoors together.

"I love holding you like this," he murmured, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, where he placed soft kisses.

His breath was hot against your skin, sending delightful shivers down your spine. One hand slid up to rest just below your ribcage while the other continued its slow exploration along your hip bone.

"So small and delicate in my arms," Jason observed, his voice tinged with affection as a smirk crept onto his face. "Like I could break you if I wasn't careful."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips at Jason's teasing remark, even as a flutter of nerves danced in your belly at the thought of being so vulnerable in his strong embrace.

"I like the sound of that," you replied playfully, tilting your head back to meet his gaze.

Jason's smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something more primal as he leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning over your parted lips.

Jason's hand found its way to yours, intertwining your fingers in a gentle caress.

"I love you," Jason whispered, his voice soft and filled with emotion.

"I love you too," you replied, feeling your heart swell with love for this man who had captured your heart.

And as you sat there, wrapped up in each other's love, you knew that no matter how cold the winter nights may be, as long as you had each other, you would always be warm.