Metallica one shots and headcannons

Safe in his arms- (Kirk Hammett one shot)

Warnings: mature themes,first-time intimacy,vulnerability and emotional tension,nervousness and hesitation,consent and reassurance,physical intimacy

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Kirk's hands rested gently on my waist, warm against my skin. His touch was slow, as though he was giving me the space to decide what I needed. But the closer he got, the more I could feel his body against mine, and it stirred something inside me—something I wasn't sure I was ready for.

I shifted slightly, feeling the pressure of him against my thigh. It startled me for a moment, and I pulled back, my heart racing.

"I... I don't know, Kirk," I said, my voice shaky. "I've never done this before. I'm scared."

He stopped immediately, his expression serious but calm. "Hey," he said softly, his voice steady. "I'll be gentle. If it hurts too much, just give me a sign. You can tap my shoulder, or say stop—I'll listen. You don't have to do anything you're not ready for."

His words weren't overly sweet or soft—they were just firm and understanding. It made me feel more in control, like I wasn't being rushed into anything. His hands remained on my waist, giving me the space to decide.

I hesitated for a moment, my chest tight with nerves, but then I nodded. "Okay," I whispered. "I trust you."

Kirk's lips pressed softly to mine, warm and unhurried, his hands cradling my face. My heart was racing, a mix of nervous energy and anticipation thrumming through me. His thumb brushed my cheek as he deepened the kiss, his touch grounding me.

His hands slipped to the hem of my shirt, and he paused, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice steady and full of care.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. I wasn't scared—just overwhelmed by the intimacy and the trust I felt in him.

He smiled, a small but reassuring expression, before lifting the fabric slowly. His fingers skimmed along my sides as he removed it, his touch warm and gentle. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes roaming over me with an awe that made my cheeks flush. The way he looked at me, like I was the only person who mattered, eased some of my nervousness.

As he guided me to lie back, he hovered over me, his weight supported by his forearms. His knee brushed between my legs, and I shifted instinctively to give him space. His movements were slow, deliberate, and when he settled between my thighs, the closeness made my breath hitch.

He kissed my forehead, his lips soft and lingering. "Are you okay?" he asked gently, his voice low.

I nodded, my fingers curling lightly around his shoulders. "I'm okay," I said quietly, though my chest felt tight with nerves.

He moved carefully, positioning himself and pressing lightly against me. The first sensation made me stiffen, my body reacting to the unfamiliar pressure. The discomfort was sharp, and I let out a small sound before biting my lip to keep quiet.

Kirk stopped immediately, his brows furrowing as he looked down at me. "Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

"A little," I admitted, embarrassed but wanting to be honest. "It's okay. Keep going."

His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing gently over my skin. "We can stop anytime, Y/N," he said firmly. "You're in control."

I shook my head. "I want to. Just... go slow."

He nodded, his gaze softening. "We'll go slow," he promised, his voice steady and calm. He moved again, inch by inch, his eyes watching me carefully for any sign of discomfort. The pressure lingered, and I couldn't help the small wince that crossed my face.

"You're doing so well," he murmured, his lips pressing soft kisses to my temple and jaw. "Just breathe, Y/N. I've got you."

After a few moments, the sharpness began to ease, and I exhaled a shaky breath, the tension in my body starting to melt away. The discomfort dulled, replaced by a new warmth that spread through me. When I let out a small, unintentional sigh, he paused, his forehead resting lightly against mine.

"Better?" he asked softly, his voice full of care.

"Yeah," I whispered, feeling a flicker of something unfamiliar but pleasant. "It's better."

His lips brushed mine again, tender and slow. "You let me know if you want me to stop," he reminded me.

"I will," I said, my voice more certain now. "You can go a little faster."

His eyes searched mine for a moment before he smiled faintly. "Okay," he said, kissing me deeply. He adjusted his pace, his movements still gentle but more fluid, and I gasped softly as the sensations shifted again.

The warmth grew into something more intense, a pleasure I hadn't expected. I let out a soft moan, and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but Kirk's expression changed, his eyes darkening with emotion. "Hearing you like that," he murmured, his voice thick. "You're amazing, Y/N. So perfect."

His hands held my hips, steadying me as he moved, his lips finding mine again and again. The rhythm built slowly, and I found myself clinging to him, my hands gripping his shoulders as quiet sounds spilled from my lips. He kissed along my neck, his words a constant stream of praise and reassurance. "You're incredible," he whispered. "So good for me."

As we reached the end, the world seemed to blur into a haze of warmth and connection. Kirk stilled above me, his breath ragged, and I felt my body relax completely as a wave of calm washed over me. He leaned down, kissing me deeply, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face.

When he pulled away, his expression softened, his eyes full of emotion. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice tender.

"Yes," I said, my voice quiet but sure. "I'm okay."

He pressed a kiss to my forehead before easing off me carefully. "Stay here," he said softly, brushing his fingers along my arm. "I'll be right back."

I nodded, my body still tingling as I lay there. He returned moments later with a warm cloth, kneeling beside me. "This might feel a little strange," he said, his tone gentle as he cleaned me up with care, his movements slow and deliberate.