Little angelfuck
It's a shame that luck isn't better, babe
Did you like the fun
Did you like the times that I promised you
[oc x kirk hammett]
[smut, profanity, drug use, rock n roll]
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The thunderous opening riff to Seek and Destroy struck the audience as I lifted my flying-v onto myself backstage, preparing for when James would call me on to solo with Kirk. Our set had been absolutely phenomenal Don even stage diving at the end. Even better than the last, the crowd returning every ounce of energy and more. Butterflies of anxiety filled my stomach as we got to the midway point of the song, James welcoming me to the stage as Kirk started fingering his guitar. As we harmonized, we leaned our backs against each other, sweating, panting, twisting and plucking at the strings. There was no feeling better than playing on stage with him. It was like our souls were connected.
After the encore from each band, we got back on the bus, reeking of sweat, beer and weed. We had to drive 10 minutes to the hotel. As we prepared to draw our cards, I held up my ace of spades, Kirk showing me his king of spades. We couldn't hide our giddy grins. It was fate. We quickly hopped off the bus and got our keys, and joined the others in the elevator. You could cut the tension with a knife in the elevator, Kirk and I trying our best not to look at each other to not build on it.
Ding. The elevator chimed as it hit our floor, near the top of the hotel. As we walked through the corridors and found our room, I unlocked it, Kirk slowly following me inside. After immediately shutting and locking the door, his lips and hungry hands attacked mine, and he slammed me into the wall. We eagerly undressed each other as we kissed one another up and down, completely overtaken with lust. As we stood naked before each other, Kirk guided me to one of the beds. As he pushed me down on the soft sheets, he dug through his bag for a condom. He smiled as he pulled one out, tearing off the seal with his teeth and spitting the plastic on the floor.
"Let me," I smiled, taking the package and slipping the protection onto his prize. He only had a smirk plastered on his face as I slid it down his length, grabbing my hair. As he pushed me down on my back, we exchanged soft giggles before her went back to attacking my lips, the once laughter leaving my mouth turning to pleads and moans. As his hands traversed my body, I moaned out his name. "Kirk, kirk, fuck."
His pouty lips had their way of doing things to me that I never thought they could, and it was such a turn on. My lips reached for his again, Kirk working on feeling every inch of my body with his hands and mouth. My hands trailed down his torso till they were at his hips. I gasped as he was quick to push inside me. The feeling of him stretching out my walls was something I could never get enough of. He smiled down at my wimpers of pain as he slowly picked up the pace, and I was overcome with a wave of cheer pleasure and euphoria.
Kirk snaked one arm around my waist, as a way of wanting to get me closer, the other moving up to my hair and entering a finger in my mouth. I looked up at him as I licked, nibbled, and sucked onto his fingers, moaning uncontrollably along with his pants and sighs and praises. As my moans picked up and I couldn't think of anything but the pleasure, he didn't waste a second and begined snapping his hips against me with a slow and deep pace. Moans repeatedly slipped from my mouth, and man did he love it. The way I fell apart for him and him only. This was another thing he thought about, after the incident on the bus, watching the sheer power he had over me, something I never let him truly see.
"So pretty and wet for me, baby," Kirk praised, "Isn't that right, all for me huh?"
"A— all for you," I panted breathlessly.
Small groans of his own came from him, like he was trying to hold them in but I wanted more. I wanted to hear him. I wanted to hear how I made him feel. "I wanna hear you," I moaned out.
Kirk looked up at me in awe, thrusts becoming faster, "Ah baby, I'm in charge here,"
"Holy fucking shit." I cried out, covering my mouth to not scream out in complete euphoria. Kirk's hand immediately grabbed my wrists, and held down my arms. "Kirk- fuck, I-"
"That's right, let me hear every sound you make," He grunted and groaned, moving his hips with more urgency.
"Kirk!" I pleaded, feeling a familiar, creeping sensation dawning upon me.
"Alright baby, I'm here," he whispered. The two of us became one as we climaxed together. Backs arched, curses were uttered, and the name of god and each other were mentioned too many times to count that the bedroom, ironically, became a place of reverence and worship. "Good girl," he praised me, more than once.
"Holy shit," I gasped, as Kirk collapsed beside me, onto the bed. He ran his fingers through his hair, and we panted together, staring at the popcorn ceiling in awe. "I think I just saw god."
"Wanna... See him again?" Kirk asked as he caught his breath, and we exchanged sinful knowing smirks.
