#cokeimagines

[computercoke]

I've had this thought in my mind for so long but James would definitely have a thing for public sex. My brain has been invaded by the thought of being James' young girlfriend. He'd want a quickie with you anytime before a show. He loves to have you whining and squealing beneath him as he works on you. Whether he's thrusting into your tight pussy or eating you out, there's always a chance the two of you will be caught.

If he's eating you out, it'd be in an open area backstage, behind some boxes or so. You'd be sitting at the edge of a box full of equipment as he's down on his knees eating out your pussy. He'd have you whining and squealing as you did your best to not make a peep. With your eyes watering, you'd have your hand over your mouth, not wanting to be caught in an uncompromising position.

Knowing there's cameras around James would pull you into an empty room backstage and fuck your pussy. These rooms usually consist of equipment or meeting spaces.

He loves it rough and hard before a show. As he's fucking you on a table you'd hold onto him for dear life. At least here, you can be a bit noisy.

[computercoke]

YOUR WRITING IN THE JAMES & BABYSITTER READER FIC IS SO UNDERRATED IT IS MAKING ME GO INSANE 😭

pls do more when you can 🙏🙏 keep feeding us (me)

Thank you so much!! I’m currently working on a whole story revolving the reader and James with the bags to riches trope so I’ll see if I’ll do more on this whole babysitter thing. But for now.. what if you went down on James?

After the night that took place in James’ bedroom, you stayed to cuddle with him for a while. He played with your hair as you grazed your hand on his chest, feeling his rough skin and strands of hair. You were so tired and exhausted with what felt like an extreme workout. You wished you could sleep with James but it would arouse suspicion with the kids. Not to mention it wouldn’t be a very appropriate sight for them. So, you snuck out of his house and made it to yours next door.

The next morning, you showed up to James’ doorstep in a small skirt, a white blouse, and red heels. You knew his schedule and you knew he’d be here. Alone.

The doorbell echoed through his house.

Hurry up! I don’t want people to know I got absolutely hammered by you! You thought as you looked around.

James opened the door and he was stunned to say the least.

You bite your lip before you spoke. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he responds, still struck.

If you were a succubus you could feel the erection growing in his pants. Maybe, even feel his heart racing with excitement at the sight of his young babysitter at his doorstep wanting seconds.

It wasn’t long until he invited you in and your lips were mashed against his. Your bodies danced together as hands travel all over each other. Moans and whines escaped from the entanglement as the two of you couldn’t take each other's hands off each other. You could feel his erection poking at you and it only made you wetter than you already were.

You lead James to the couch and pushed him down as you eagerly get down on your knees. He’s taken aback by the confidence and eagerness that you wore. He adjusts his glasses and he watches you below him.

“You think you can take it?” He asks, cocky.

“With what happened yesterday, I can handle anything.”

He smirks at your reply as you begin to unbuckle his belt. He helps with his pants, raising his hips to let them down a bit.

You’re left with your hands on his tight boxers, the outline of his cock prominent in size. You bite your lip as you look up at him. He returns a look that reads, “go on.”

You grab onto the hem of his boxers and tug on it. You watched his thick cock spring out. Holy shit was all you could think. It throbbed as it laid on his abdomen. With no time to waste you grab his cock and wrap your lips on the head. Uncut, perfect.

James groans as he watches you bob your head up and down his cock. The warmth sensation of your mouth drove him wild. Just sucking on his large cock made you wet and so, so horny. You could do this all day.

James pets your head as you continue to focus on the sensitive head of his cock. "Fuck," he'd say breathlessly. You stroke the shaft of his cock as you go down and suck on his balls.

And... I'll leave it here cause I need to work on other fics. Sorry!

[computercoke]

Imagine you’re on a jail website searching for pen pals. You’re young, you don’t have many people to talk to, so what’s wrong with pen-paling an inmate? Many girls do it online. Would it be such a sin to do so?

Scrolling through the site you see a face that seems to arise excitement within you.

James Hetfield read on the computer screen along with his date of birth, his eye color, hair color and reference number.

His crime? Tax evasion.

He’s hot. Was all you could think. You bite your lip and press your thighs together.

Scrolling down, you find the address to the jail and details. You click through the terms of service and read through the rules.

Sure enough this would be an opening to a haven in disguise.