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i wanna be his girlfriend that he brings around everywhere and has sit in his lap when he smokes cigars. like let me just sit on his thigh with his hand on my back while he talks to all of his friends.
james being with a girl out of his league, and she lets him fuck her and he's completely in awe, he couldn't stop bucking his hips and whining, even after he cums he keeps going because he just cannot pass up fucking her, his hesitant touches while basically crying from how amazing it feels, calling her mommy and being praised the entire time
Btw it's Archie I'm going insane
A/n: Really thought you could just leave me after you found a man 🙄
Warnings: smut, mommy kink, light dacryphilia, overstimulation, praise kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
The parties in the Thrash scene were basically just the same people in different settings. There were a few gangs that came and went but for the most part it was the same hundred or so crowds piling into different venues, houses, wherever the party was at with good music.
You were bound to party with the same people, hear the same bands, it didn't matter because it was all for the fun of it, and god was it fun.
Metallica was a newer band on the scene, they were getting out there and making a big fuss. You liked them quite a bit, mostly you liked the quiet, timid front man, James Hetfield. He was cute, shy, had the look of metal in him but the second you tried talking to him he got this big ol' grin and his cheeks just lit right up before he found a way to get out of there.
You found out little bits of him from other people, he was a year younger than you, raised quite religiously, sweet guy, loud when you got to know him.
James found out what he could about you from anyone and everyone he could, your favourite foods, bands, what you ordered from the bar, cigarettes you smoked. He made a little list of things, thinking one day he'd get the courage to get you a gift basket or something and that would swoon you.
What ended up happening instead was you went to see Metallica, got right up front, and when their set was done you pulled James off the stage. Every time you came up to him he died a little bit inside, you were gorgeous, well known around Frisco, like the same music as him, GORGEOUS, and you were talking to him? Now you were dragging him off stage, offering a room that wasn't occupied by three other men.
Your parents were out of town, granting you the house to yourself, and you were taking this opportunity. James was not going to turn it down, he'd be an idiot to turn such an offer down, but it wasn't turning out the way he'd fantasized, with him pulling up in a nice car, whisking you away to a fancy restaurant with you in a dress and him in a suit. He'd get you all your favourite things, and then at the end of the night you'd make sweet, sweet love by the fireplace.
You were driving your beat up old car, James was sitting next to you in the passenger seat and nervously fidgeting with his hands in his lap. When you got to your house he complemented the furniture, you had to laugh at how shy he still was.
He was inexperienced, but when you got to your room and kissed him his worries washed away some, his hands holding your face, slowly slipping into your hair. He followed your lead, your tongue venturing into his mouth. For several moments you just stood in the middle of your room, getting used to each other.
You started leading James back to your bed, he pulled away just before you made it there. "Wait, uh, shouldn't-shouldn't we close the door first?" He asked with a nervous chuckle, looking past you before losing his balance, you had him at a weird angle, and falling onto the bed, trying and failing to make it look like he was just sitting down.
You glanced back at the opened door. "My parents aren't home, Jamie." The nickname nearly made him moan. He watched your hips sway as you walked back to the door. "But if it makes you more comfortable." His eyes darted back up when you turned around after closing the door.
"It-it does." He choked out, cheeks flushing as the reality of the situation hit him.
You came back and straddled his lap, resting a hand on his shoulder and one in his hair as your lips crashed down on his once more. He kissed you back, trying to be more dominant this time but it wasn't working out too well for him.
He was still leaning back on his hands, not sure if he should touch you or not, let you do all the work, maybe then you wouldn't notice how little he knew what he was doing.
The kiss deepened, you got needier. It didn't feel like he was that into it, he wasn't touching you like everyone else was, he wasn't saying anything either. Eventually you had to pull away. "We can stop if you want, James." You said, hot breath fanning over his face.
James was quick to shake his head, hands instinctively going to your hips to hold you there. "No! No-no, I want this, please don't stop." His grip on you was firm, pleading. His eyes flickered over your face desperately.
You smiled back down at him. "Alright." You purred, getting off his lap and sinking onto your knees in front of him. His eyes bugged out of his head, jaw falling, he felt like a cartoon character but he didn't have time to think about that when you were getting ready to do this to him.
You pulled your hair back before realizing you didn't have an elastic. You smirked up at James and took one of his hands. "Hold this for me, would you?" You asked, guiding it to your hair. He took the makeshift ponytail and held it loosely. You took his bullet belt off, dropping it on the floor, and went to undo his fly.
His jeans got pulled down just enough for his cock to spring free, James was frozen through all of this, eyes wide and face flushed a deep shade of red, similar to his leaking dick. "So needy for me." You mused, placing two fingers on his tip and pulling down, letting it bounce back up to his stomach, drawing a whine from him. "Just let me take care of you, don't worry about a thing." You assured.
You were impressed by his size, bigger than average when it came to both length and girth, you were pleasantly surprised. Your lips wrapped around his tip, slowly taking more of him into your mouth while he held your hair back, watching you take him deeper down your throat.
James bit his lip so hard it drew blood, he just had to sit there and watch you blow him like it was an every day thing. Like it wasn’t driving him insane.
You took half of him then pulled back slightly, clenching your hand into a fist to suppress your gag reflex. You hollowed your cheeks and took the rest of him, watching as his eyes rolled back, his hips jerking forward. Albeit a little unexpected you weren’t too surprised he came so fast, it just made this a little more fun for you.
You pulled off of him and looked up, wiping your mouth. His cock was already twitching back to life, which was a good sign. “Is that so?” You asked with a smirk.
James stared back at you, mortified that he’d cum that quickly. “I-I didn’t- sorry, I can still do it, I promise!” He assured you, mostly himself. He wrapped a hand around his cock and gave it a few firm strokes, you caught the little whine he let out at the sting of sensitivity.
You smiled up at him, pleased with his need to keep going. “Alright.” You mused, standing back up and pulling your shirt off. His eyes were glued to your tits, the deep red shade of your bra. “Why don’t you lay down, then?” James was frozen in place for a moment, just staring at you, but he listened, scrambling to get further back on the bed. You unclipped your bra and took the rest of your clothes off. James attempted to do the same but he was still shellshocked that you were actually doing this with him.
He kicked his jeans and boxers off the edge of the bed, shirt and battle vest getting tossed off somewhere as well. His cock stood tall, leaking pre again. You crawled onto the bed and straddled his lap once more, hands resting on his chest. You bit your lip, doing a once over of him. “Fuck, it feels good to finally have you.” You purred, hands gliding over his skin.
“To have me?” James asked, completely thrown for a loop. “It’s good- you? You’re lucky?” He stammered.
You laughed at him and nodded. “Yeah, a lead singer in my bed? That’s good.” You leaned down, capturing his lips in a kiss again. He was almost too surprised to kiss you back. You kept one hand in his hair, the other reaching down to his dick, lining him up with your cunt.
“Should-shouldn’t I make you cum, first?” He asked, not wanting to break the kiss so he just spoke into your mouth. His jaw dropped as his tip got pushed into you, a soft moan leaving him. “I-I’m sorry.” He muttered breathlessly once he bottomed out in you. You looked up at him, seeing that look of pure ecstasy on his face once more. Your smirk widened into a grin as you felt him twitching inside you.
“What? Gonna cum again?” You asked, lifting your hips before slamming them down, a moan leaving you. A squeak left James but he shook his head. “No? Gonna hold out just for me?” He nodded vigorously, desperate to please you. You repeated the motion with your hips, moving faster while James lay under you, trembling, forcing his hips to stay still no matter how badly he wanted to buck up into you.
You sat back, bouncing faster on his cock. He couldn’t hide them anymore, his fingers digging into your hips and forcibly holding you still so he could fuck you like he wanted. A few fast thrusts and he was slowing down again, his cum pumping into you. Your grin widened further.
The blush from his cheeks was spreading down his chest and stomach, he was so big but so small as a person. You were definitely going to have fun with him. “You’re not done yet, are you?” You asked, just to be flipped onto your back with a gasp, James now hovering over you. He shook his head, looking over your body. He loosened his grip on your hips and rolled his hips into you, brows furrowing slightly as his still sensitive dick was pushed back into you for more.
You wrapped your arms around him, helping him out a little by shifting so he was angled to hit your sweet spot with every thrust. Gradually his thrusts grew faster, still staying deep, until he found a good rhythm he could keep that had you moaning loudly for him. He tried to ignore the building high in him once more, hoping it would just go away and he would have to stop again before making you cum.
“Hah! Fuck, Jamie, yes!” You moaned, hands roaming over his back. Your moaning wasn’t helping him postpone his third orgasm. “Oh god, James!” Your head fell back against the pillow, cunt squeezing him tighter. You smiled, feeling his cock twitch. When he pushed his face into the crook of your neck you knew he was done for, hips sputtering, your moans falling right onto his ears. You figured after that he was done, but he started moving his hips again. “Jamie, you don’t-”
“Yes, yes I do.” He mumbled against you, weakly kissing your neck. “Gonna make you cum, I promise.” His words were starting to slur, mind fogging slightly. You smiled, impressed with his determination.
“What a good boy.” He whined at that, hips accidentally snapping into yours at the name, when he heard you moan at it he did it again, and again when he realized you liked it, you liked it a lot. It was brutal for him, pulling almost all the way back and ramming his cock back into you, a painful feat for him, but he didn’t complain.
His hands were squeezing your hips, before he reminded himself to not hurt you. You weren’t fragile, he knew that better than anyone. He was big, and he knew that much. He was huffing and whining, hands ghosting up your sides. “So-so pretty.” He mumbled, pulling back enough to look at you, resting on his elbows. His cum was acting as lube, making it easier for him to fuck you, but it was impossible for him to hold onto himself, already slipping again as he felt his gut tighten.
You wrapped your arms around him, pulling his face into your chest. “Fuck, such a good boy, gonna fuck yourself braindead.” You mused, voice wavering with moans.
James moaned loudly against you, lips parting and his tongue lolling out, lazily licking you. “Ngh! Oh, god, mommy…” He mumbled, shooting up when he realized what he just called you, his hips halting in their movements, ruining the high that was building. “I didn’t-! I don’t think, like, I wouldn’t-” He was cut off by your laughter before you pulled him back down.
“It’s ok, baby boy, just keep fucking mommy until you can’t anymore.” You purred, rubbing his sides to encourage him to continue. He slowly started rolling his hips again, quickly finding his old pace before slowing down again, hoping to push his next high back. He was just too sensitive, it hurt to fuck you but it hurt so good. “Mh, that’s good, that’s really good, Jamie.” You moaned, though the constant switching his pace and rhythm was an interesting choice.
James’s arms slowly wrapped around you, moving nervously like he was scared you’d kick him out any second for cumming before you… not that he could count how many times at this point. His thrusts became more desperate, faster until he was just humping into you like a bunny in heat, whining against your chest. “M’sorry, mommy, m’sorry- I-I can’t stop, can’t stop cumming!” Tears were building in his eyes, a few rolling down his cheeks.
You had to suppress your giggles, he was so out of it, so needy. So adorable. “Hah, that-that’s ok, Jamie.” You assured, body bouncing with his thrusts. You ran your fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face so you could see his little pout, brows knit together. “Such a sweet boy, just wants to make mommy feel good~” He whined, leaning into your touch. “Just one more, alright?” He nodded, burying his face back in the crook of your neck, desperately rutting into you.
“Just one more.” He mumbled to himself. “Just-just one more.” He kept repeating it to himself, his cock pulsing painfully inside you, your gummy walls squeezing him so tight. “Just one- just one-!” His hips snapped into you a last time, body jolting as strings of cum shot into you. “Ah~ oh-oh… Mommy…” He tried to keep himself held above you but he was so tired, slowly lowering himself on top of you.
His arms were still wrapped around you, holding you tight while he was buried to the hilt in your pussy. Your arms were wrapped around him as well, hands running through his hair. “My boy’s so tired…” You purred, kissing the top of his head. James bucked his hips into you again. “Jamie?” You asked, turning his head to look at you. His eyes were glazed over, lips still pursed in a pout.
James shook his head. “M-m’not done…” He mumbled. “Gonna-gonna make mommy cum.” You smiled at him, kissing his temple.
“What a sweet boy.” You mused. Relaxing back into the mattress as he kept rutting into you, desperate to please you but too tired to actually do it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Bonus Story~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
James was at a bar, Metallica had just played through their set. He was trying to be a part of conversations as people came up to him but he was quiet and kind of tired. The bartender came over and handed him his drink, he looked at it and saw it wasn’t what he ordered. “Hey-hey, excuse me?” He called, trying to get the workers attention.
“Excuse me, sir?” You called, coming up behind James. It got the bartenders attention and he came back. “He didn’t order this.”
He looked at the drink and then to you, then to James. “Sorry, what was it?” He asked, taking the glass back.
“Just a Jack is fine.” James said, smiling politely at the bartender, who then went to get the right drink made.
You wrapped your arms around James, nuzzling into his neck from behind. Lars came over, eyeing the situation curiously as he sat down. You pecked his cheek and told him you’d be by the stage, to which he nodded. “Dude.” Lars muttered. “How the hell did you get that?”
James stared at you, thanking the bartender and sipping from his drink. “I have no idea.” He answered, shaking his head, knowing that later tonight you’d be driving him home, sneaking into his bed, and he’d be begging for you to let him cum again.
