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warnings: semi-public, fingering, teasing

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I sat myself in the back of my car's trunk on a dark night, as I was resting my back on the cold metal feeling a shiver go down my spine, my partner coming and closing me in by their arms leading me to no way out, earning such a small eye contact only getting distracted by the laugher of people coming towards our way. we were hiding in a large parking lot, so we both kept quiet but only the laughter leading to a loud crowd of people in front of the car but far away, feeling a hand go down my pants, I gasped loudly only getting my mouth covered by my partners hand. I look at them in fear of getting caught, or looked at, only for them to start playing with my cunt, they started whispering sweet little things in my ear, getting all hot and breathing heavy, I rocked my hips slowly feeling fingers press inside of me, I moan loud in my partners hand felt myself getting sweaty as they were thrusting their fingers in and out. I tried my best not to moan and catch the whole crowds attention but the way they were moving their fingers made my knees weak, I was so scared of getting caught, we weren't to far from the crowd way before but the way my partner was doing me dirty just felt good to even ruin it. I hold them tightly feeling my knees getting weaker and weaker,

"I know you like this, you want everyone to see how much of a dirty slut you are for me right?"

only a few moans came out but you didn't wanna agree to it, cause you knew deep down that you were enjoying this more than anything, you wanted sweet revenge on them, so you decided to put your knee in between their crotch going at it back and forth, you heard a moan come out of their mouth making you feel more weaker than before, their moans were like music to your ears, so you decided to tease them a little more by rocking your knee faster but it was no use they inserted another finger in you making your stop and hold in your moans. You tried so hard yet, you couldn't keep it up, so you use your foot and rub them for the outside of their pants, you guys felt like you were on cloud nine seeing stars and reaching to your climax, when all of sudden you moan loud, only getting interrupted by

by your partners lips pressing on yours leading to a hard long kiss, so that you don't drag attention to yourself...you came hard still feeling their fingers inside of you, feeling a wet spot on your partner pants including yours, only looking at each-other and laughing in silence, getting yourself ready to leave and continue back at home ;)..

Hawk X Reader SMUT

Warnings: Smut, just absolute SMUT!

A Burning Passion 4

  "I'm tired of you being so defensive over everything" You huff. Hawks face turns stone cold as he scoffs.

  "Well if that's how you feel then this-" he points to you and him "is over" he spits as he harshly hands you his hoodie.

  That was definitely not what you wanted, your heart tells you to go after him but your feet keep you planted where you are.

  Turns out he was the one who got you after all.

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  Hawk hadn't spoken to you since then. He wouldn't even glance at you in the halls, and even if he did he would throw snarky comments your way. You showed defeat, not daring to utter another word to him. In fear you'd only push him away more.

  Every time you closed your eyes all you could see was him, as you ran the tips of your fingers against your lips gazing at the mirror in the schools bathroom, you felt his lips on yours. Your fingers moved to your arm to which you could only feel how he was touching you that night.

  Your eyes started to water as your heart ached, why hadn't you gone after him that night? He was so sweet and caring until you let your mind get the best of you.

  You still had his hoodie from the last encounter. It smelt like him, and over time as it faded you grew more needing of him. Not just the sex and the thrill of being caught, but him.

  You were snapped back into reality when the bathroom door snapped open, your hands automatically come to wipe away the tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

  As the stall door slammed shut you looked back into the mirror and let out a deep sigh, touching up your concealer to cover the puffiness under your eyes.

  The bell rang throughout the school house, signaling for lunch. Your heart started to race because of what you were about to do. You couldn't hold back anymore, all the cold shoulders and hateful glares Hawk sent your way ate you up.

  You rushed out of the bathroom and into the lunch room, automatically spotting Hawk and his friends as they were the loudest group.

  Hawk has his leg propped up onto the chair beside him, head to the side laughing because of something his friends had said. You were so close to backing out, but your legs had other plans as you neared his table.

Their laughter dies as Mitch slaps Hawk on the shoulder signaling your way, you now stood just a few feet away from him as he turned to look at who Mitch was pointing to. His smile automatically fades as he stands up quickly, his nostrils flare up and his jaw clenches.

"What do you want, princess?" He sneers with such venom as he closes the gap in between you two, he glares down at you while you look up at him with nervous eyes.

"I wanna talk about us" Your voice comes out weak and shaky.

"Us? There is no us Y/n" Hawks expression hardens at the word.

"You...you don't mean that..." You protest, your heart shatters as your legs grow weak.

"Oh I mean it, you of all people know I keep my word princess" he laughs angrily.

Your expression hardens, matching his anger. You needed him so bad that your emotions got the best of you, your anger started taking over, you couldn't take his constant switching up moments. Yes you had messed up, but so had he and right now he was acting entitled, he isn't the only one who gets to be angry.

You start to laugh, matching his anger as tears start to fall down your face. Though Hawk found you extremely hot in this moment, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Okay have it your way, but if you think we hated each other before then your in for a rude awakening...-" You lift your head up as you stand on your tippy toes, faces side by side and before you could even stop yourself. You whisper "-lip" into his ear.

You back away from his face, his eyes softened as he looked around subconsciously, his hand come up to cover his mouth before he could stop it. You felt bad, but that didn't stop a smirk from falling onto your lips.

It wasn't until you walked away and was out of his view when you pressed your hands against your head, squeezing your eyes shut "what the fuck did I just do..."

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After that day you stood true to your word, you would flip him off in the hallways, laugh at him when he would trip up, constantly calling him lip or loser- even though you knew it hurt him and your heart twisted in pain every time you put him down you couldn't stop.

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The coach blows the whistle, telling us to get back in place. You take your place in front of the soccer ball and on the sound of the whistle you start kicking the ball to the goal until someone's foot comes under yours, stealing the ball and causing you to trip.

"Thanks princess" Hawk mocks you with his laugh.

You glare at him as he laughs over his shoulder, but nonetheless you run up until your beside him, shoulder to shoulder you push him as hard as you can watching as he falls on his side.

You hear the sound of the whistle go off "let's take it easy on the physical contact!" The coach yells as it was your turn to mock Hawk.

You bend down to Hawks level "good job loser" you laugh as you start back running with the ball.

He's pissed. He stands up while the guy in front of him runs like a sloth, he's so pissed off he pushes the innocent guy harshly and watches as he hits the ground.

Another whistle goes off "hey!" The coach warns as you kick the ball into the goal, winning for your team.

You go for a water break as the coach yells for another round, you expect Hawk to come up to you but instead he yanks the red team shirt off and makes his way back into the school, to which you assume would be the locker rooms.

You couldn't help yourself so you went after him, just before the door to the boys locker room closes you wrap your fingers around the handle. Careful not to make too much noise you walk in, closing the door and locking it.

Hawk went to one of the sinks, placing both of his hands on either side. He looks in the mirror, sweat dripping from his face, his jaw clinched, nostrils flared and his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the sink.

"Didn't know i got to you that much lip" You smirked, keeping up your act.

You watch as his eyes move from his face to yours through the mirror, he slams one of his hands against the sink and rushes over to you. His body flush against yours as he harshly pushes you up against the hard wood door. His right hand slams on the door just above your head.

Your skins on fire just from the small contact, the heat from his body dragging onto yours as your sweaty bodies collided. Your breathing picks up, eyes immediately drifting to his lips but quickly back to his eyes before he noticed.

"Who do you think you are princess?" Hawks gaze turns harsh as the veins and mussels show against his arms.

You don't give him a response at first, until you've finally had enough. You harshly push his body off of yours, "no. Don't you dare Hawk! I know it was wrong of me to act like a bitch that night, but you don't get to treat me the way you did and not expect me to do the same! I fucking hate you for that!" You yell.

  "Yeah? You hate me?" Hawk says almost seductively. He walks back up to you, hand on your waist "show me how much you hate me princess..." He starts breathing unevenly as you look up at him.

  You practically throw yourself on him, exactly like you did that night. But this time, you know you won't regret it. You grab Hawks face, eyes staring into each others while he tightens his grip on your thighs. Your legs wrap around his waist in a death grip, you could already feel how hard he was for you.

  You smashed your lips onto his, moaning as he uses one of his hands to hold the back of your head as he kisses you like he's in love with you.

  Hawk try's to carry you to the bench but instead he ends up slamming your back into the lockers, creating a loud noise as you whimper and arch your back into his.

  Your eyes widen and you pull away from him, "wait we're at school Hawk" you say as you try to get down from his hold.

  "Oh no. You wanted this, you're gonna take it" He groans, he pushes his crotch into yours to keep you steady as he grabs the top of your gym shirt, ripping it in half exposing your bra covered tits.

  "What the fuck Hawk?!" You push his shoulder.

  "Shut up princess" He rolls his eyes as he places his lips on yours while his hands wander to your chest, feeling you up.

  He pulls away from the kiss only to actually carry you over to one of the very thin wood benches and places you on it so everything but your ass is against it.

  Hawk yanks his shirt off before he spreads your legs farther so he can bend down to your face. He lightly kisses your lips, trailing the small butterfly kisses all the way down while holding eye contact as you moan.

  He yanks your shorts and panties down in one swift motion, exposing your bare pussy to him all over again. He wastes no time before pulling his own down, his hard cock dripping with pre-cum.

  He makes you watch as he strokes his cock with his hand, his head falls back as his mouth falls open "y/n" he moans out.

  "Fuck. Please Hawk...." You beg of him.

  He looks at you, still stroking his cock but at a faster pace "be patient princess" he whimpers as his cock starts leaking with more beads of pre-cum.

  You practically whine until he lightly slaps his cock on your clit, the slightest touch making you a whore for him.

  Your dripping pussy begging to be fucked by him, you roll your eyes at the teasing "c'mon stop being a loser and just fuck me already" you say, resorting to the worse possible comment. It worked.

  Hawks eyes turn a darker shade as his jaw clenches, forcefully he stuffs his cock into your soaked pussy. It takes you by surprise as you let a small squeal fall out by accident.

  His cock hits all the right places as he stretches you out, "can a loser fuck you like this?" He asks condescendingly as he uses both of his hands to yank your bra down, your perky tits bouncing with each harsh thrust.

  You don't say anything, it feels so good it leaves you speechless. Your hands go behind your head voluntarily to steady yourself, grabbing onto the sides of the bench. Your hair goes everywhere as your bodies slip together easily because of how sweaty you both were before.

  There was something so thrilling about the possibility of getting caught which only made you more wet, gushing around Hawks cock as your pussy makes lewd sounds.

You found yourself gazing up at him, he looked so pretty even in such a state. As his cock continues to fill you up in every way possible, you found yourself questioning why you even 'hated' him to begin with.

Maybe it was because he was an arrogant asshole sometimes, or because he would bully innocent people, or maybe just maybe it was because you were in love with him.

Your eyes meet Hawks again and in that moment you wanted to reveal all your deepest secrets to him. You wanted to tell him how much you were in love with him. You could barely suppress your moans until loud banging erupted from the other side of the locked door.

Hawk's hips stilled, cock fully stuffed inside of you. You're eyes widened as you covered your mouth and Hawk snapped his gaze over to the door. You both watch as the door knob starts to jiggle.

He pulls you up keeping his cock inside of you as he rushes to one of the showers, turning the hot water on and closing the thin curtain behind you both, once again slamming you up against the wall.

You're both completely soaked, you expect him to pull out of you as keys start to jiggle from behind the door but instead he looks you straight in the eyes "think you can be quite for me princess?" Hawk whispers, tightly wrapping his hand against your mouth as he smirks, not allowing you to answer him.

The next thing you know he's using his other hand that's holding you up to help move your hips with his, fucking you perfectly as your hips start moving with his hand movements.

Your eyes roll back into your head as the coach lets in the rest of the boys. You pray your underwear are somewhere out of sight as you're being fucked in the shower.

"Hawk is that you?" A voice calls out and you can barley comprehend what's going on, all you feel is pleasure from his cock.

"Yeah!" he yells over the shower, his breathing staggering as his head leans against yours.

You look so beautiful like this, his hand wrapped around your pretty mouth as you're taking his cock. He feels his high near, letting out more noises than intended.

The hot water from the shower has hawks hair completely down, crowned around his face. You've never seen him like this, your pussy clenches at the sight, your nails dig down his back, surely leaving marks.

He brings his mouth to your ear, hand tightening on your mouth "cum for me princess" he whimpers. That's it for you as your eyes roll in the back of your head, your cum leaking around his dick, tightening up around him.

Hawk clenches his jaw as he tries to stay quiet, fucking you with no mercy while he tries to make less noise as possible. Your hands move to his hair, pulling it as you feel his hot cum fill you up to the brim.

His movements still as he removes his hand from your mouth, letting it go to your other thigh to hold you upright. Hawk makes eye contact with you, he can't help himself from pressing his lips up against yours.

He's so gentle with you, he's slightly shaking from his orgasm as are you. He pulls away from your lips, listening as he hears the last person leave the locker room. You whimper as he falls out of you, gently placing you back on your feet.

He turns off the shower while you flip your bra back to its place, though it sticks to you like glue. Hawk pulls the thin curtain back in search for a towel. He grabs the nearest one and places it around you, grabbing one for himself.

You felt exhausted.

But the question is; What happens now?

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Hi!! I have a smut request for my pookie Kirk!!

So I know he’s a Scorpio and I know for a fact they can get jealous and I can just imagine him being jealous. I feel as if he hides it until the last minute

So imagine reader is at the club enjoying their time with the other girlies dancing and drinking and some guy decides to join reader and dance and reader decides it’s harmless fun until Kirk decides it’s time to dip basically dragging reader (who clearly wasn’t ready to go) back home to fuck them til they see stars 🤭🤭🤭

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edging, faceriding, asphyxiation

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You loved to go out dancing, and your 'Tallica guitarist lover, Kirk Hammett loved to watch you.

You called up your friends to meet you at a new hot-topic club that popped up early this past summer that you've been wanting to go to. Due to Metallica dropping their newest album, Load, around the time the club opened, you hadn't really made the time to go. Especially given how territorial your boyfriend could sometimes project himself to be, he wouldn't let you go out clubbing alone. It wasn't an issue of trust exactly, he pretty much just wanted you to himself, and wanted to make it known to everyone that you were his.

Finally, late in the year, you all were able to make time to make an appearance at the club!

Kirk's bandmates were also in attendance—though, they were off doing their own thing. Fishing for who they were gonna take hold of for the night like the rockstar dickheads they were at the time.

The song playing was a grooved remix of Dru Hill's In My Bed. Now, this awakened something in you. Something about the beat, something about the lyrics, you didn't know exactly, but you were truly hypnotized.

Your lover had been standing off a little to the side to give you and your friends room to dance, nodding his head along to the music, sipping on something he picked up from the bar.

All was good and peachy, that was, until you found yourself against a body that wasn't Kirk's! It oddly gave you a familiar feeling, so, it didn't quite bother you. You thought it was fine. This, was a problem.

It was dark in the club.

The man was feeling you up from behind, and you subconsciously guide his hands over your body as you sway your hips around, giggling and singing along to the song.

It was your friends you spotted before you spotted Kirk. They went from hyping you up, excitedly, to being wide eyed quickly.

You were then tugged away with a strong hint of aggression backing; you hear hostile words exchanging behind you directed between the man and Kirk.

You couldn't make anything out, thanks to the music being played loudly. Before you could look back to who you were dancing with, Kirk snatches your face to meet his.

Damn.

He suddenly goes in to purposefully make out with you, tongue possessive and sloppy. His hand snakes his way to your ass, giving it a strong squeeze before he separates from your lips, biting the bottom one before he turns you around and ropes his arm around your waist from behind.

You continue to turn your head and look up at him, strobing lights highlight his eyes glaring down into yours.

"Let's go."

He abruptly declares.

You scoff, starting to look around, but Kirk's other arm flies up over your chest, his hand grabbing your chin to keep your vision set on him. Uh-oh!

You huff. "The hell? No way. I'm sorry I didn't realize you weren't—"

"—You wanna rethink that little attitude?" His voice, cutting you off, threateningly low in your ear. The arm roped around your waist tightens a bit.

Your friends watched you get handled by Kirk Hammett, both amused, and wondering if they should step in.

You nervously smile, trying not to signal any red flags. You continue dancing, swinging your hips against him, passing your little confrontation with Kirk off as a nice, cool, and calm conversation—to save yourself the embarrassment of course.

"Stop it. I'm not going!"

You argue back, that last part coming off slightly louder than anticipated.

It seems the guy that you were blindly dancing on moments before had vanished back into the crowd, not that you would've been able to pick him out from the crowd anyway, so there really wasn't anybody you could look for saving you now.

Kirk simply nods—subtle, but feeling challenged, handing his drink off to a random, and suddenly hiking you up over his shoulder. You gasp, feeling the air rush under your dress, you turn red. "Kirk, put me down!" You squeal as he drags you away, planting a sharp smack to your airborne ass, a warning for you to calm down. You grumble, apologetically eyeing your friends, and nosy onlookers as you two exit the club.

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Here you were, straddled out over his face. Kirk devilishly eating at you from the inside out. He had one hand locking one of your struggling hands to your hip, and his other hand effortlessly stroking himself. His eyes are on your face, as if he were reading right through you; reading your thoughts, reading your emotions, and reading your slight regret from what occurred at the club.

Your hand smacks the headboard and you shudder, pleading with him that he lets you cum for him. Kirk currently was busy doing that thing that drives you crazy; sucking your clit while his tongue crosses his T's and dots his I's.

Chills ran high through your body as Kirk unraveled you. In no time were you drowning him in your slick, biting your lip, eyes shut, trying not to moan out too loudly—it's not that you didn't want to, it's that if he heard you enjoy yourself too much, he'd stop you right in your tracks...yet again. His beard tickles you lightly, along with his lip piercing as his warm lips continue to suck you firmly.

He knew you were close. Though, he wanted you soaked just enough to get you going, just enough to get you ready for him.

Kirk brings his right hand back to you, using both hands to protectively guide your hips to grind on his soft lips. His hands, now thick with pent up jealousy and power, roughly travel up and down your sides, pit stopping at your nipples. His touch, always passionate, but filled with exasperation.

Kirk, in between his actions growls out a bold, "Whose pussy is this?" Eyes still, dead set on you.

You feel like you're walking on eggshells with him when he's like amped up like this, so you quickly respond in submission. "Kir- Ah! Y-yours..." You stutter, heat crawling throughout your body in intense waves.

He surfaces again, "What was that?" Then brings a crisp palm to the side of your ass suddenly, making you chirp. You waste no time in response.

"Your's!"

Kirk frustratingly grunts, suddenly tightening his grip on you, and practically throws you off of him, sending your back bouncing into the mattress. Before you could recollect yourself, you were being grabbed once again, Kirk climbing on top of you, and next slamming into you. You cry out, throwing your hand instinctively to his bronze, sweaty stomach, covering his relatively new tattoo he got last Christmas. He works his way into you, deeper each thrust.

Your hands grasp at his arm, seemingly needing both to hold on as he pounds into you mercilessly, and needing to breathe again. Crying, whining, and moaning only worsen your condition, as you need to keep your breath so you wouldn't pass out. Kirk didn't care, letting all his jealousy fuck you dumb. Written all over his face was a fixed look of concentration, eyes dark and filled with possessiveness.

"You wanna act all unsure all of a sudden?"

He barks down at you, not moving his arm to allow you air to answer.

You shake your head no, attempting to chalk out an apology. Regardless, he wasn't having it. Your vision begins to wash in and out, seeing floaters, you start to hear ringing in your ears.

Kirk eventually lets off his grip once he sees your head start to drop, bringing you back to reality. You regulate your breathing, heart pounding out of your chest. He smirks down at you, digging on the fact that he has complete control over you in every aspect.

He pulls out momentarily to reposition. He grab your legs, folding you back like a lawn chair, giving him best access to you. He moves his body inches above yours and slides back into you, nearly taking your breath again.

"Hmmnh, I don't care who you're with, or what the fuck is happening..." He starts, letting his hips rhythmically smack into you. "I make your decisions for you." Your chest rises and falls with a purpose, you nod your head quickly. Hopefully—in your logic—if you do as he says, he'll let you come. "You understand me?"

"Yes sir...I'm sorry, Kirk!" You obediently squeak out, also with a pang of fear in your stomach that he might choke you to the point of bringing you to the edge of meeting your ancestors again. He looks down at you, not taking your apology too seriously.

"You wanna show out for other guys?"

He hardens his bucks, grunting in between. You don't answer immediately, your mind went numb with pleasure, but you were still trying your best to stay present. You eventually shake your head no.

Kirk doesn't like this response, but he twitches inside of you from his own pleasure. "Huh. You're a greedy, greedy, little thing. Aren't you?"

"F-fuck, please..." You cry, him hitting your spot over and over again with a punishing amount of power, making your bed creak loudly. Your lower stomach squeezed and your walls tightened, but you try to stop yourself because the curly, now short-haired guitarist hasn't allowed you to further on. Your eyes weaken once again, the floaters returning to you as sounds of skin slapping pollute the air.

"Shit..." He grunts out shortly after, eyebrows furrowed, more dominating whispers falling from his lips as he closes in on his gasm. He lets himself go inside of you, moaning deeply, music to your ears.

Kirk was still going, whispering sweet-for-nothings in your ear, licking down to your neck, and leaving behind a love bite, stamping you; almost bringing you to your point of no return. Seemed he was gonna take you there after all.

By this point, you're shaking, eyes squeezed shut, floating in twisted paradise. Only needing a few more seconds of him drilling into you before you follow through with yours. Though, all of a sudden, you were left empty.

Well, technically, full of seed, but empty from Kirk.

Your eyes flutter open in irritation and slight hurt, and you look to the side of the bed where your satisfied lover is now standing, lighting a cigarette, and looking down at you.

He takes a drag of the cigarette and heartily chuckles at you.

What he quipped next is what really stunned you, because then, it clicked, and it all made much more sense to you.

"Go tell James to finish you off."

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