Metallica smut/fluff || x reader

80.Kirk Hammett // the gentle girl

This is a chapter about you being an innocent girl interviewing Kirk Hammett, guitarist of Metallica, to which he finds an interesting fascination with her until after the interview he wants to take her out
THIS IS IN LATE 90s TO EARLY 2000s
Kinda spicy, multi parter tho
Kirk's pov

I checked my hair out in the mirror as I readjusted my black button up silk dress shirt and my dress pants before I walked out of my dressing room and down the hall towards the interviewers room.

"Mr.Hammett?"

I turned around and saw one of the producers coming up to me.

"She's in the room waiting. Make your way inside, sit, then it'll begin shortly."

I nod and make my way to the room before opening the door and seeing a girl sitting in one of the chairs away from me. Her beautiful h/c hair was curled and her black dress from what I could see looked stunning. I cleared my throat and saw her turn her head to look at me. Oh my. Her eyes were so pretty...I smiled and took my seat as she smiled at me.

"Hello, Mr.Hammett," her soft voice said to me.

I felt myself relax as I nod to her, "Hello...? Your name?" I ask and stretch my hand out to take hers.

"Y/n L/n," she says with a lovely grin and softly placed her hand in mine with siren eyes.

I brought her knuckles to my lips and kissed them. I noticed her cheeks glow a light pink shade before I let her hand go and she brought it back to her lap.

"Okay...umm.. the camera will turn on shortly and we'll begin the interview. Okay?"

I nod, "Of course, darling."

She nods before turning to look at the camera crew and nodding. She then turned back to me as they counted down from three and started recording.

"Thank you for joining us, Mr.Kirk Hammett, for this interview about your upcoming tour. What do you think about the tour and how do you feel?" She asked in a soft but yet beautiful tone.

I shrug, "I think the tour is going to be great and I'm very excited like I always am for every tour we have. I have been very stoked about getting on the road and to be honest, I feel a little nervous."

She smiled, "Understandable. I don't think I could get on a stage and headband all night while trying to play some songs and solos. Couldn't be me. It's very impressive. Speaking of which, you have been playing with Metallica since April 1st, 1983, what does it feel like to play with your friends for decades and still be able to enjoy the music and tours?"

I readjusted myself in my seat as I crossed my arms, "I mean, it's very exciting like I said before. It's very thrilling and fun to be doing what I love and to still be able to play the way I play is great. I mean, sometimes I have my downs and others I have my ups, but Metallica is like my second family and I'm happy to be there with them."

That's when she readjusted herself and her cleavage popped a little more when she moved. I hitched my breath and tried to make eye contact with her or look anywhere else to be respectful.

"So, Mr.Hammett-"

"Call me Kirk, love."

She paused and looked at me with those eyes and her pink cheeks and a slight smile, "So, Kirk, your private life isn't as public as the rest of the band members. Are you in any romantic relationship with someone?"

I smirked at what she was doing to which I played along with it, "No. I am not romantically involved with anyone but, you're just a doll and maybe you're my favorite interviewer so far."

She blushed even more and giggled nervously, "Thank you, Kirk...ummm- So! Back onto the questions..."

Wait- that wasn't a question she had? Oh my god, she's a fine woman. I'd love to have her.

"Kirk! For a while, during these tours around the globe, where do you think you love to tour the most and why?"

•••

The interview was over and I walked out of my dressing room and saw her alone in the hallway. I approached her and noticed her look up at me with a smile.

"Hey, Kirk-"

I came close to her as she hitched her breath and backed into a wall as I held her face and came close.

"What was that thing you pulled during the interview? Asking if I was with anyone? Saying it wasn't a question on your behalf. Why?"

She blushed and had her hands on my shoulders as her lovely black tight dress showed all her curves.

"I uhh...I-...I wanted to know if you had a girlfriend or a wife..." she said timidly.

I looked deep into her siren eyes as I felt so pulled in by her gaze, "Baby, if you want me, just say it...because I want you too."

She pulled herself away from me and shook her head, "No, you don't. I don't want this to be a one time thing and...who are you with? Are you playing some trick on me?"

I shake my head eagerly, "No! No, I am not that kind of person, darling. With all the time you took to study about me, I'm sure you would know that. All that time you took into studying about me and wanting to know everything makes me feel some way. Oh, baby, you look so stunning and your smile is so intoxicating."

She blushed so much and looked down, "It's very unprofessional of me to say anything or do anything."

I went closer to her, nearly inches away, "So you want to say or do something? Isn't that right, darling?"

She looked up at me, this time with doe eyes as she had her lips slightly parted. Oh my god.. I wanted to kiss her so fucking bad.

"Maybe...but I can't when I'm still working."

I pulled her closer to me, "When do you get off? Let me pick you up and take you somewhere nice and alone."

She put a hand on my chest lightly, "I get off in an hour."

I smirk, "I'll give you my number. Call me. I need to see you again, doll. Because if I don't I think I'll go crazy."

That's when she was about to say something but her phone rang. She sighed and checked it and shook her head.

"I need to leave. My boss wants me out. Here's my number."

She then showed it to me as I took my phone out and copied it down before smiling to her. She then waved bye before leaving down the hallway, making me cover my erection in my dress pants. How did she turn me on so fucking quickly without touching me...she barely touched my chest...fuck, she's the one. I need her.