#james hetfield x reader reblog

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Okay! after I read about phone sex and I’m always thinking about Current James (I really need him)

Like surprise visit in backstage and… omfg Yummy!!!

𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓

WARNINGS : NSFW - rough sex - sex scene - age gap

"James Hetfield's fitting room? You go straight and then it will be the second door on your left".

You thanked the crew member for his kind instructions and went to the direction he indicated you. Backstage were like a big labyrinth for you and without his help, you could have easily got lost. You could have asked James but this would have ruined your surprise...

Tonight they were performing the second night of the LA show and from the comments you could hear from the staff, everything went well. You weren't exceptionally attending this gig to prepare this unexpected visit you had planned.

You got this idea after the first show. And it appeared quite easily in your mind the night before, when your eyes couldn't stop looking at James. He was so damn hot, impressive and amazing on stage, walking, playing and singing. You felt something strong in your core, a hot desire burning into your lower belly as you were thinking this awesome guy was yours and you could have him whenever you wanted. And why not backstage ?

The paper "Jaymz fitting room" hanged on the door indicated that you were at the right place. You checked yourself one last time before knocking on the door.

"Come in", you heard James' voice from the other side.

He was already there as you expected him to be. Of course you had checked the timing the previous night to be sure you'd arrived on time. You opened the door and walked without hesitation. Nobody really paid attention to you since you were known now by the crew.

"Hey baby", you said with a casual tone when entering his backstage room. James was standing in his bathrobe, looking for something in his travel bag, exposing his back at you. You silently closed the door and locked it in behind you with a smile. He already showered after the show and was getting ready to leave soon. Everything was going on as you had planned.

"Hey sweetheart", he answered without looking at you, still searching for something. "Ha! There you go", he said to his deodorant as he spread some under his armpits, opening slightly his bathrobe.

Then he turned over and greeted you with a smile until he realized something was different. He put down slowly his deodorant on the coffee table and looked carefully at you.

"Going somewhere?", he curiously asked with a frown as he noticed you were wearing a trench coat and a pair of heels. That was definitely not the outfit you choose to wear two nights ago and you both never agreed on going out after the show. This intrigued him.

"Yes...here", you replied as you looked at him.

"Weren't we supposed to meet at the hotel?".

Oh yes it was your first plan but you couldn't wait till he arrived at the hotel and you wanted to surprise him. You smirked and walked slowly to him, making your way between his stuff on the ground until you arrived in front of his build. Your hands gripped the edge of his bathrobe's collar as you sensually licked your lips.

You felt the weight of his gaze upon you and his breath on your nose. Thanks to the heels, you were a bit taller and you planted a sweet kiss on his upper chest. James raised a brow like if he wanted a more precise answer and you gave it to him by slowly pushing him backwards. His body landed on the couch behind him. His bathrobe opened a little with the mouvement, exposing his chest.

You settled between his legs as you teased him with your coat now. You lazily untied the knot, before opening it slowly. You watched him and you could tell he was already excited by this play. His pupils were dilated, his breath was deeper and faster and you bet his dick was getting hard under his clothe.

"Hiding something underneath your coat, baby?". You smirked and bit your lip to tease him. "C'mon open it and show me your beautiful body...".

You do as he asked and slowly opened it, letting it slide along your shoulders until it landed on the floor. His eyes darkened more and he gasped of pleasure when he saw the black lingerie set you are wearing.

"You like it?".

"Hell, yeah...', he groaned as gripping your hips to push you on his lap.

"I couldn't wait for you to join me...so I had to come now to take what's mine", you giggled and fell on him, holding his shoulder to not fall when his head disappeared on your chest, kissing your stomach and breasts thought the fabric. His hands explored your back skin and soon, your ass.

"Jesus baby, you're absolutely hot, making me so hard...", he whispered through your skin as he kissed your everywhere he could.

"Show me", you gasped as pulling away to kneel down in front of him and watching as he rushed to open his bathrobe. His hard dick sprung free, resting on his lower belly and this simple vision made you smirk. You bit your lips as you grabbed it, your hand looking so tiny around it. You held it straight and caressed slowly his tip already red and swollen.

"See...", he said with his heavy voice, resting completely against the couch, "how hard I'm for you....", his hand would replaced yours as he lazily stroked himself in front of you.

You got up and started to play with the waistband of your panties, knowing this kind of tease was driving him crazy. "That's exactly what I wanted...", and while you're looking at him straight in the eyes, you pushed down slowly the fabric, letting it go along your legs until it landed on your feet.

"Ready for the ride of your life?", he joked as he kept pumping himself, waiting for you to sit on him. You smirked as you took off your heels and turned around. Carefully you placed your feet on the edge of the couch and adjusted your position on top of him so you could sink on his dick in reverse cowgirl.

James looked at you surprised but pleased. You never tried this and he was already excited just at the idea of you doing this. He optionally helped you, holding your butt.

"I hope...you're ready for the ride of your...life baby", you grabbed his hard dick to line it up with your entrance and you progressively sunk on it, stretching yourself at each inch, gasping to relax.

When you arrived at the base, you both moaned low, your legs even shaking a little due to the excitement. You were dreaming of this moment since yesterday and the anticipation made you wet all day.

James kept his hands on your butt and kissed your back, as a tender way to encourage you to move when you'll be ready. And after a few seconds, you started to move up and down on his dick, moving slowly first to stretch you more until you felt no resistance anymore and you could move a bit faster.

"Oh yes...mmh...feels good", you gasped as leaning a bit against James chest, your hands gripping the couch behind you, as his hands held your thighs to help you on your motions.

"Feels really good baby...all wet for me", he groaned, giving you a sidelong look and then looking down to watch how his dick were slowly thrusting hard into you with intense movements. "Move on my dick, c'mon".

You whimpered with a nod as you bounced a bit faster, knowing you sadly didn't have all the night to enjoy this. In ten minutes or less, his assistant would come and ask James to leave for the hotel and you didn't want to be disturbed.

"That's it baby", he commanded you with his hoarse voice, slightly panting, "enjoy my big dick inside your tight little pussy, feel how it stretches you out...that's what you wanted uh?". You nodded but he spanked your ass, encouraging you to move and use words.

"Say it!"

"Yes...I wanted your big dick so much James...", you cried out of pleasure and cried even more when you suddenly felt the rough touch of his index on your sensitive wet clit.

"You're so fucking wet baby, you dirty little whore...", he used circular motions around your bund of nerves, shaking it fast, "walking dressed up like a slut, craving for my old dick"

"Oh lord...", you panted hard, your head swinging backwards as you felt his member thrusting in you with a fervent pace, your pelvis moving frantically up and down.

"Are you gonna cum on me sweetheart?", he asked you with his guttural tone, feeling your walls contracting slowly around him. He could felt it with the rhythm you had chosen for bouncing on him and this encouraged him to rubbed your clit faster.

"Hum hum...", you only managed to mumble with a nod as you were breathing hard and quick. You didn't stop moving and the feeling of his tip hitting your spot mixing with the delicious feeling of his fingers on you guided you over ecstasy.

"Do it baby, I feel it's coming...I feel like how your tight pussy is taking hard my fat cock", he'd encouraged you with his dirty talk, "...fuck me...cum on me", and when you finally let go, the explosion came in a sudden.

The cry you let out was loud and high. You head felt backwards violently as your eyes rolled back behind your head. One of your hand assisted Jame's fingers so he'd keep his touch on you, you didn't want it to stop cause you were having a double orgasm. Something stronger than you ever felt before.

"That's it baby girl....", he'd praised you as didn't stop looking at you witnessing such pleasure.

The sensation you felt was thousand times stronger than usual and your legs started to shake but you succeeded to keep your balance till the end, moving slowly on his dick until the last drop of pleasure disappeared.

"Good girl", James chuckled erotically at you, slapping lovingly your pussy. You panted hard and just turned your head to kiss his temple, your body completely sweat. "You think you can handle it till I cum baby?".

You nodded, catching your breath the best you could, as you leaned more against his chest, your pelvis swinging backwards a little. You couldn't stayed on your legs anymore and you needed help. James moved a bit to welcome you on his lap and held your thighs so he could move beneath you.

"There you go...", he whispered as he started to thrust again, in slow motion this time, feeling he was already over the edge. He kissed your left side, his pelvis hitting your butt at each pound. He knew he could go too hard or fast now, you needed time to recover.

But you also knew time was running out and you wanted him to feel the same sensations you had. You didn't want this to be ruined by someone knocking on the door quite soon.

"Fuck me faster baby", you murmured, knowing he'd need this. James only groaned and thrusted harder into you, your wetness helping his movements. He closed his eyes and the movie of what happened started to play in his mind, arousing him and leading him to his own release. He saw you in this lingerie set, how this sexy underwear were looking good on your perfect body. He thought about your perfect tits he'd love to eat or you pleasing yourself on him...

"Oh god yes...", he'd mutter and you noticed he was about to cum soon, you could tell by reading his face.

"C'mon baby, I want you to cum on me", you whispered as kissing his cheek and temple. James turned his head and opened his eyes to look deep at you. "I want it...please", you begged and he simply nodded before a heavy and hoarse guttural sound came from his throat and mouth.

He quickly lifted your body to grab his dick, pulling it out to jerk himself off so he could cum on your pussy, his hot load being spit on you. You bent a little to take a look at it and moaned with him as you see how covered you'd be.

"God!", he groaned as the last drop of cum went out of his dick, landing on your swollen pussy as the rest of it slid slowly along your lips. You smiled and giggled as you looked at the mess he did on you. He panted loud, seeing stars as he recovered and you cupped his face with your hand to kiss his cheek.

All of sudden, you heard some knocks on the door. "Mr Hetfield, are you ready to leave?". You both jumped with the sound and then looked at each other with a knowing smile.

"Right on time", you giggled and kissed him lovingly...

A/N : Oh my god anon, yes that's absolutely yummy and sexy ! I really need him as well and I hope you'd like this one!! I think my brain took all control of me !

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James x Reader Questionnaire... continued

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Reblog Divider by: @cafekitsune

Bondage: Lloyd Hansen - Bound

Breeding: Chris Evans

Collaring: Nomad!Steve Rogers

Deepthroating & Facesitting: Dean Winchester

Double Penetration In One Hole: Evanstan

Edgeplay: Sebastian Stan

Frottage: Stucky

Hate Sex: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes

Lactation: Beefy!Bucky Barnes

Mind Control: Loki Laufeyson

Orgasm Denial: James Hetfield

Panties and Lingerie: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Pegging: Dean Winchester

Praise Kink: Lars Ulrich

Rimming: Destiel

Sensory Deprivation: Natasha Romanoff

Sex Toys: Wanda Maximoff

Size Difference: Chris Hemsworth

Somnophilia: Bucky Barnes

Spanking: Ransom Drysdale

Temperature Play: IceMav

Threesome: Natasha x Reader x Bucky

Titfucking: Thor Odinson

Uniform: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

Virginity: Aragorn

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Devil's Dance (Incubus!James Hetfield x Female Reader) Smut

You’ve been having strange dreams lately, all sexual in nature. Each dream features the same man. What happens when you go to a bar with your friends in order to distract yourself from said dreams? Read on to find out! 

Pairing: Incubus!James Hetfield x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, supernatural elements, slightly drunk and unprotected sex, choking, loss of virginity. MUST BE 18+ TO READ!

Word Count: 6,501

A/N: So, this fic came about because of the fanart of James as a demon that my friend @jaymzhetfield sent me one day! I decided to take the idea and run with it. I’d also like to mention that James’s look for this fic is 2011/2012 Skinny James! This fic and its title were also inspired by Devil’s Dance by Metallica! Let me know what you all think, and if you’d like to be on my taglist! Constructive, polite criticism is always welcome! DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ANYWHERE! Reblogs with feedback are fine and welcome. This fic is also posted to ao3 under the same title and username as here! — Kate

Laying in bed, you fought hard against sleep, not willing to succumb to the tiredness you felt.  Every night, you'd dream of a large man with gray hair spiked up into a faux-hawk, and lots of tattoos on his arms. You wouldn’t lie, you found him very attractive, but it was strange for you to dream of someone you’d never even seen before. And to have such sexual dreams was also out of character for you. You were much more focused on your career than getting laid. That’s not to say you didn’t know how to have fun, because you definitely did. 

Looking around, all you could see was darkness. This was how your dreams usually started. 

"There's my sweet little thing," a disembodied male voice purred.

Whipping your head around, you tried to find the person the voice belonged to. All of the sudden, your bedroom came into view, but you hadn’t woken up. Your bedroom was there in the dream world. 

Looking around your room, you saw that everything appeared to be normal. If you hadn't seen your room fade into view like that, you probably would've thought you'd woken up. But there was a weird sheen to the room, like something was not quite right. 

Suddenly, the man appeared before your eyes, startling you and making you fall backwards onto your bed.

"Easy there, little bird, it's just me!" The man laughed, crossing his big arms over his broad chest.

"I don't even know who you are!" You shouted, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him.

The man deflected the pillow with his mind, jerking his head to the side to divert its path. 

"Come on, little bird, don't be like that," the man answered, sitting down on the edge of your bed.

Grabbing another pillow, you clutched it to your chest, trying to protect yourself in any way you could. Looking the man over, you saw that he was wearing a black tank top, black jeans, black boots, and a gold ammo belt. You had to admit, he looked good. 

As soon as that thought crossed your mind, you shook your head, mentally scolding yourself for thinking like that about a man you didn't even know.

"Aw, little bird, you think I look good?" The man asked teasingly.

You blushed furiously, quickly scooting back onto your bed further in order to put some more space between the two of you, "How can you hear what I'm thinking? Stay out of my head!"

"Little Bird, I'm already in your head. After all, this is your dream," the man answered with a chuckle.

"I don't understand," you said. "Since you're in my head, aren’t you just a figment of my imagination? Doesn't that mean I can just wish you away?"

The man laughed, his teeth bared in a Cheshire grin as he did so, "It doesn't work like that, Little Bird. I'm as real as they come."

The thought of the man being real scared you, making you clutch the pillow you were holding even tighter. 

"Get out of my head!" You shouted, feeling your body shake with fear.

"Oh, come on, Little Bird. I'm not gonna hurt ya. Far from it. I just wanna make ya feel good," the man answered, placing his tattooed hand on your knee.

As soon as the man's hand made contact with your knee, you felt a wave of arousal wash over you. You couldn't lie, the thought of this man's big hands on your body turned you on. 

"What's your name?" You asked, setting the pillow to the side and realizing he hadn't told you it yet.

"James. 'S nice to meet ya, Little Bird. Been watching ya for a while now. Figured I'd finally say hi," James said, holding his hand out for you to shake.

You told him your name as you eyed his hand warily before deciding to place your hand in his, shaking it in response, "I don't know if I can say the same, James."

James used the opportunity of your joined hands to pull you into his jean-clad lap. You let out a squeak of surprise as you straddled his thighs.

"Easy, Little Bird. 'M not gonna hurt ya. Not unless ya want me to," James soothed you in a low voice, placing his hands on your hips.

Your hands rested on James’s chest, pressing down slightly to maintain at least a bit of distance between the two of you. You had to admit, you liked the feeling of his hands on your hips. And his chest was muscular, that much was for sure.

"Hey, look at me, Little Bird," James spoke softly, tucking your hair behind your ear before cupping the side of your face.

You made eye contact with James, peering into those absolutely beautiful icy blue eyes of his that seemed to be bluer than the ocean. You glanced down at those pink lips of his, wondering what it would be like to feel them on yours.

"Little Bird," James chastised lowly, the tone of his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

"I'm sorry," you responded, locking eyes with him once more.

"That's a good girl," James rumbled in that low tone once more.

The sound of his voice like that made you involuntarily arch your back, causing your chest to press against your forearms already against James’s chest.

"Can I kiss ya, Little Bird?" James asked, his thumb caressing your cheek.

You nodded, licking your lips in anticipation.

"I need to hear ya say it, Little Bird," James responded.

"Yes," you replied softly.

"Good girl," James rumbled before capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

Your breathing hitched as his lips found yours. One of your hands tangled in James’s hair, while your other arm wrapped around his neck, wanting to be as close to him as possible. James’s tongue caressed your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter your mouth. When you finally figured out that's what he wanted, your lips parted, allowing James to slip his tongue into your mouth. His tongue caressed yours sensually, making you moan quietly into the kiss. A throbbing had started at the apex of your thighs, causing you to start to roll your hips in order to relieve some of that tension. James’s breathing hitched before he grabbed the underside of both your knees, stood up, turned around, laid you down on your bed and then laid down on top of you, all without breaking the kiss. He continued to caress your tongue with his as he started grinding his hips down against yours, giving you some much needed friction and making you moan.

While you had never had sex before, you'd had orgasms before. You had learned what you liked and didn't like simply through self-exploration. Right now, all you knew was that James grinding his erection against your cunt felt really good.

Breaking the kiss, James pulled back to look at you, "Oh, Little Bird. Does that feel good?" He asked in a growl.

You bit down on your kiss-swollen, spit stained bottom lip and nodded, "Mmhmm."

"Do ya want me to make ya feel even better, hmm?" James growled lowly once more.

"Yes, please," you whimpered, tugging on the short, gray locks of his faux-hawk.

"Not yet. I'll see you soon, Little Bird," James said before disappearing into thin air, leaving you stunned.

That was when your alarm went off, making you jump awake.

Turning off your alarm, you sat up, throwing the covers off of you as you were still warm from your dream. Was it really just a dream? You asked yourself. The encounter seemed too real to be just a dream. 

Shaking your head, you pushed that thought to the side as you needed to get up for work. Getting out of bed, you stripped out of your sweaty t-shirt and panties before jumping in the shower. You washed your hair and your body, thinking of all the things you needed to do at work. At least it was Friday, you told yourself. After your shower, you did your makeup, got dressed, then left for work. 

Once at work, you were too busy with paperwork to think about what had happened during your dream the night before. In fact, you were so busy that you almost missed your lunch break. Once on your lunch break, your friend Christine approached you.

"Hey, girl!" She exclaimed, sitting down next to you with her lunch. 

"Hey!" You responded with a tired smile.

"So, we're going out to that one biker bar we all like tonight. Wanna come?" She asked in between bites of food.

You thought about it for a moment. While you were tired from a lack of a proper night's sleep, you decided that you could use a distraction. After all, it was Friday night.

"Yeah, actually. I'd love to. What time am I meeting you there?" You asked, finishing your lunch.

"We're meeting at 8pm. Can't wait to see you there!" She answered.

"I'm looking forward to it!" You responded, throwing your trash away before heading back to work. 

The rest of your day went by faster than you thought it would for a Friday. When you got home, you took off your clothes, leaving a trail to your bathroom. Once in the bathroom, you took off your makeup before jumping in the shower, taking your time with washing your hair and body. When you finished, you got out and did your hair and makeup. 

Now, for your outfit. Grabbing your favorite black t-shirt, you put it on, along with your black leather pants and black leather jacket. You completed the look with your black Doc Martens. After all, you were going to a biker bar! And a biker bar wouldn't be complete without leather.

Grabbing your keys and wallet, you used your phone to call an uber to the bar. The ride there was thankfully quiet as the driver chose not to bother you with small talk. When you arrived, you gave them a quick thank you before getting out and heading into the bar. Once inside, you now had the herculean task of finding your friends in the sea of black leather jackets. It took you a couple of minutes, but as soon as Christine waved from the table the group was at, you waved in return and headed to said table. 

"Hey! Glad you could make it!" She said, "I saved a seat for you."

"Thanks, I'm glad to be here," you answered, sitting down in the seat next to Christine. 

"So, tell me about those weird dreams you've been having," Christine said, taking a sip from her vodka martini.

"Ugh, if I'm gonna do that, I need a drink first," you answered, flagging down a waitress and ordering your favorite drink.

"That bad, huh?" Christine asked.

"No, it's just strange, I guess?" You responded, thanking the waitress as she brought out your drink.

"How so?" Christine asked.

"I can't tell if what's going on in my dreams is just a part of my imagination or not," you answered, taking a sip of your drink.

"What do you mean?" Someone else from the table asked.

"There's this man in my dreams, his name is James. He totally has that biker vibe going on. You know, black tank top, black jeans, black boots, and a gold ammo belt. And lots of tattoos. He's got gray hair styled into a faux-hawk, a goatee, and the prettiest blue eyes I've ever seen," you explained. "He's the one thing I can't control in my dreams."

"I don't know of anyone who can actually control their dreams, though," Christine supplied, trying to ease your worries.

"I know, but he just seems so real," you answered.

"Maybe he is. Just think, if you ever saw him in person, that would be a helluva pickup line," another person from the table chimed in.

"Yes, because that doesn't sound creepy at all. 'Hi, you've been in my dreams lately. By any chance, is your name James?'" You laughed, finishing your drink.

The table joined you in laughter.

"I'm gonna go get a glass of water. I'll be right back," you said, grabbing your things and making your way over to the bar.

Once at the bar, you took a seat, waiting to be served. After a couple of minutes, someone leaned on the bar next to you. Just as you were prepared to tell whomever it was to fuck off, you heard them speak.

"I told ya I'd see ya soon, Little Bird," that familiar voice teased.

You froze for a minute, feeling your whole body tense up. Turning, you saw that it was James, the man from your dreams.

"James? I- what? How? You're real?" You stammered, perplexed about the situation.

"I'm real, and I'm right here, Little Bird. And I intend on makin' good on my promise to ya," James smirked.

You took a minute to process what was going on, taking a big gulp of your water. You knew you hadn't had enough alcohol to be considered drunk yet, but maybe this was just an alcohol induced figment of your imagination.

Placing his hand on your thigh, James leaned in to nibble at your earlobe, "C'mon, Little Bird, I know you want to. I can smell your juices from here."

You had to fight to keep the noise bubbling up in your throat from getting out. If you were honest, you'd been horny all day due to being left on the edge like that. And since you hadn't had time to find relief, that ache was still persistent in between your thighs. 

After debating with yourself for a while, and against your better judgment, you responded, "Alright, but let me tell my friends I'm leaving first." 

"Fair enough, Little Bird. I'll meet you outside in the parking lot," James responded, stepping back to allow you to get up.

Before heading back to your friends, you closed your tab. 

Once back at the table, you spoke to Christine, making up a believable lie so you wouldn't have to explain the bizarre situation, "Hey, hon. I'm sorry, I'm not really feeling well right now, so I'm gonna go home. I hope that's ok." 

"I'm sorry you're not feeling well! Do you need a ride?" She asked, placing her hand over yours.

"No, I'm alright. I'm just gonna get an uber," you answered, appreciating her concern, but also feeling guilty that you had to lie.

"Alright, girly. Text me if you need anything, ok?" With a smile, Christine gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

"Thanks, I will," you answered, giving her a smile in return.

Now that you'd made up an excuse as to why you were leaving, you made your way out of the bar. Once in the parking lot, you looked around for James. After a couple of seconds of looking, you saw that James and his motorcycle were parked under a light, giving him an almost angelic glow. Upon spotting you, James gave a gesture with his head, telling you to come to him. You made your way over to him with a nervous grin.

"I like your bike. It suits you," you said simply.

"Thank ya, Little Bird," James smirked before handing you a helmet. "Here, wear this. It should fit you."

"Thanks," you said as you took the helmet and placed it on your head.

James got on the bike before starting it up. Once he was all situated, you climbed onto the bike, sitting behind him.

"Hold on to me real tight, Little Bird," James shouted over his shoulder, wanting to make sure you could hear him over the engine noise and through the helmet.

You did as you were told, wrapping your arms around his lean midsection as tight as you could. Once you were situated, James maneuvered the bike out of the parking lot. 

There was no need to tell him where you lived, as he already knew. He wasted no time at all getting to your apartment. Once the two of you reached your apartment complex, James pulled into an empty parking space before turning the bike off. Taking off the helmet, you shook your hair out, hoping it didn't look too terrible. You then got off of the bike before placing the helmet down on the seat. James put the kickstand down before he also got off of the bike.

Once James was off the motorcycle, you gestured with your head for him to follow you before beginning to head up to your apartment. James followed closely behind, shamelessly watching your hips sway as you walked. Feeling his eyes on you, you looked back at him from over your shoulder. 

Upon realizing that he had been caught looking, James simply shrugged, a smirk on his face as he did so. You rolled your eyes with a grin before reaching the door to your apartment. 

Unlocking the door, you gestured for him to enter, "After you."

James snorted, "Thanks, Little Bird."

After entering your apartment, you took off your leather jacket, hanging it up on the coat rack nearby. You then took off your Doc Martens. Once you were done, you turned to James.

 "Can I take your jacket?" You asked, holding your hand out for it.

"Sure," James answered, shrugging off his own leather jacket before handing it to you. "Do you want me to take off my boots?"

"Yes, please. Thank you," you said as you hung his significantly larger leather jacket up next to yours.

James took off his boots, setting them next to yours.

Turning back to James, you asked, "Would you like a drink?"

“The only drink I want, Little Bird, is you,” James answered, taking a few steps closer to you. 

You laughed nervously at that.

“Hey, Little Bird, look at me,” James said, taking a few more steps towards you until he could take your hand into his.

You did as you were told, looking into his eyes.

“If you don’t want this, just say so. I’m not gonna force you to do anything you don’t want to,” he said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

You took a moment to really think about what you wanted. To be honest, you had felt ready to lose your virginity for a while, but hadn't found anyone you wanted to lose it with. James was the only person you had even considered losing it with. He was attractive and seemed like a nice guy. It also seemed like he knew what to do in order to make the experience good for you, too. To you, that seemed good enough. You didn't need a relationship right now, and you knew there would be no strings attached. To you, that seemed good enough.

"Can we go slow?" You asked, feeling your cheeks heat up in a blush.

"Of course we can, Little Bird," James answered, giving you a small smile. He knew that he had to make this experience good for you too as that would provide him with as much of your sexual energy he could take without killing you. He had become fond of you throughout visiting your dreams. In fact, he even felt a little protective over you. You were his, and now was the time to prove that. 

"Thank you," you said, breathing out a sigh or relief. 

"Would ya be ok if we moved to your bedroom?" James asked.

You gave a nod in response, taking James’s hand in yours and leading him to your bedroom. Once the door to your room had been shut, you let go of his hand, beginning to wring your hands nervously. You knew for sure that you wanted this, but you just weren't sure how to go about it. 

Upon seeing your nervousness, James cautiously took a couple of steps forward,  not wanting to scare you, "You ok, Little Bird?" 

"Yeah," you said. "Just nervous, is all."

"I understand, Little Bird. You've got nothing to worry about. There's no pressure here. If at any point you want to stop, just say the word and we will. We'll go at whatever pace you're comfortable with," James said, one of his large hands coming up to cup your cheek soothingly.

You leaned into his touch, breathing out a sigh of relief as you felt some of your nervousness start to melt away. 

"Thank you," you said in response.

"Of course, Little Bird. You deserve to have a good first time," James replied, his thumb beginning to stroke the apple of your cheek.

The two of you stood like that for a bit before you decided on what to do next.

"Can I sit on your lap?" You asked.

"Sure, Little Bird," James answered before sitting down on the edge of your bed.

Once James was situated, you bit down on your bottom lip before straddling his lap. James’s large hands came up to rest on your hips while your own hands rested against his lean chest. 

"I like being close to you," you said simply, enjoying the feeling of James’s presence this close to you.

"Yeah? Wanna tell me why?" He asked.

You blushed slightly at that, "I guess it's because you're so much bigger than me? There's something deep down inside me that really likes that."

"Sounds like you have a size kink, Little Bird," James almost purred in response.

You blushed harder at that, "Yeah, I guess I do. Can't help it."

"You don't hafta be embarrassed, Little Bird. You like what you like," James answered, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You leaned into James’s touch once more, "Kiss me, please?"

"With pleasure, Little Bird," James responded before capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

Almost as soon as James’s lips were on yours, you felt a wave of arousal wash over you, causing a throbbing sensation to start in between your thighs. Your hands tangled in his hair as the kiss deepened, touseling the perfectly styled faux-hawk. James’s own hands came to rest on your hips, anchoring you to his lap. You could already feel the bulge beginning to form in his tight jeans, making you blush slightly. 

Breaking the kiss, James pulled back to look into your eyes, “Hold onto me real tight, Little Bird.”

You did as you were told, wrapping your arms around James’s neck tightly. As soon as you were secure, James stood up, lifting you with ease before he turned around and laid you down on your bed with your head resting against the pillows. Once you were comfortable, James joined you on the bed, climbing on top of you with his hips in between your thighs. 

“Is this ok?” James asked, making sure to make eye contact with you. 

“Yes,” you answered, enjoying the feeling of his weight on top of you.

“Good,” James answered before kissing you again.

Wrapping your legs around James’s waist, you happily kissed him back. It was like his kisses were a drug you couldn’t get enough of. With every kiss, you found yourself wanting him more and more. 

James slipped his tongue into your mouth, caressing your tongue with his. The sensation made you moan quietly. Upon hearing your moan, James rutted his hips against yours with a quiet growl as he had enjoyed the sound you’d made. When you felt his clothed erection grind against your clothed clit, you broke the kiss, throwing your head back and arching your back with a gasp. When you threw your head back, James immediately brought his mouth to your neck, sucking a dark lovebite into your skin with a low growl while continuing to grind his hips against yours. You whimpered at the feeling of James’s mouth on your neck.

Your hands found the hem of James’s tank top, tugging it up slightly. “Too many clothes,” you murmured.

James sat back on his haunches, gently pulling your upper body with him, “You first, Little Bird.”

James’s hands grabbed the edge of your t-shirt before he pulled it off of you. You lifted your arms in order to make it easier for him to do so. Once your shirt was off, he carelessly tossed it to some odd corner of your room. You were too aroused to care where it had landed at this point. 

With your shirt off, James brought one of his large hands to the clasp of your bra. “Can I take this off?” He asked.

“Yes, please,” you said with a nod, desperate to lose more layers of clothing.

With your permission, James undid the clasp of your bra with one hand before using both hands to slide the straps down your arms. Just as he’d done so with your shirt, he tossed your bra off to the side as well.

“You’re gorgeous,” James almost purred.

You blushed slightly at that. 

“Lie back, Little Bird,” James said.

You did as you were told, laying back on the bed with your head against the pillows.

James’s hands found the button of your jeans before he undid them. Hooking his fingers into your belt loops, James pulled your jeans off of you. You lifted your hips in order to make it easier for him to do so. He also pulled off your socks before tossing them to the floor as well.

With you now clad only in your panties, you felt rather exposed. However, you felt comfortable like this as it was an almost freeing feeling.

Once again, your hands tugged at the hem of James’s black tank top. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” you said quietly.

James gave you a grin before pulling his tank top off and tossing it to the floor before he learned back over you.

You shivered at the feeling of James’s bare chest against yours. His warmth permeated the space around you. 

One of James’s large hands came up to cup your cheek before he kissed you again, growling as he captured your lips with his. James began to grind his hips against yours again, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist so you could grind up into him in return. Your nails lightly dug into James’s back, making James growl louder into the kiss. 

Breaking the kiss, James’s mouth found your neck before he placed wet kisses there. Your hand tangled in his gray locks as your back arched in response to the stimulation. Pulling back from your neck, James growled possessively when he saw the mark he’d left there.

“Mine,” he growled.

“Yours,” you confirmed, not really knowing what else to say.

One of James’s hands came up to your breast, squeezing it gently. You felt a blush form on your cheeks.

“Is this ok?” James asked, his voice rough with desire.

“Yes,” you answered quietly.

With your consent, James rolled one nipple in between his index finger and thumb, tugging slightly as he did so. You let out a gasp as his mouth closed over your other nipple, his teeth scraping against it gently. Your back arched and you desperately bucked your hips, in need of friction in between your thighs.

“James, please,” you whined, desperate for friction.

“Please what, Little Bird?” James asked, pulling back from your chest.

“Touch me,” you answered.

“I am touching you. Do you want me to touch ya somewhere else?” James teased.

“Yes, please!” you replied, getting more desperate.

“What do you want?” He asked, enjoying seeing you this way.

“I want your fingers inside me,” you answered, a blush forming on your face as you did so.

“I can do that, Little Bird,” James responded, sitting back on his haunches before hooking his thumbs into your panties.

You lifted your hips in order to help James as he slid your panties off of you. Once they were off, those too were flung to some unknown corner of your room. Leaning back over you, James held himself up with one arm as his other hand made its way in between your thighs. His fingers parted your labia before he used his middle finger to rub from your entrance to your clit.

James’s face buried in your neck with a growl as he felt how wet you were for him.

“Little Bird, is this all for me?” He asked breathlessly.

All you could do was whine and nod in response.

James’s fingers began to rub your clit, providing the much-needed friction you had been craving. You gave a whine in response to the stimulation.

“Does it feel good when I play with your clit, Little Bird?” James asked.

“Yes,” you whined in return.

“Can I slip a finger inside you?” James asked, fighting the urge to bite into your neck.

“Please,” you responded.

James slipped one of his large fingers inside of you slowly. You moaned at the feeling. Just one of his fingers could reach all of the spots inside you that you yourself couldn’t reach. 

“You’re so tight, Little Bird. ‘Gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock,” James growled.

“James, please,” you whimpered in response to his words.

“Little Bird likes it when I talk dirty to her, huh? I felt you clench around my finger, too,” James teased.

“Sounds good when you talk like that,” you answered.

James slipped another finger inside of you before beginning to thrust his fingers in and out of you, curling upwards everytime he pulled his fingers almost all the way out. You moaned loudly as James found your g-spot with ease. 

“Right there, Little Bird?” James asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes!” You exclaimed.

“‘M gonna finger you real fast now, ok?” He asked, the only warning you were getting for what was about to happen.

“Ok,” you responded.

James began to thrust his fingers in and out of you at an almost god-like speed. He could feel your sexual energy building up as he did so. 

“Oh God!” You yelled, borderline overstimulated as soon as he started.

“No God here, baby. Just me,” James answered in a growl.

Already, you could feel that coil in your lower abdomen start to tighten. 

“Play with your clit for me, Little Bird,” James commanded.

You did as you were told, slipping one of your hands in between the two of you before your fingers started circling your clit rapidly. Your back arched in response to the stimulation.

"Good girl," James praised you in a growl.

You could feel that coil in your lower abdomen tighten even further, signalling you were close to your climax. 

"James, please!" You begged, unable to stop yourself from doing so.

As soon as the words left your mouth, James pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you on the edge of your release as he licked your juices from his fingers.

You whined pitifully in response to the sudden lack of stimulation.

"Not yet, Little Bird. You don't get to cum until my cock is inside you," James purred.

James slid off of your bed before standing up, his hands coming to the clasp of the ammo belt that hung on his hips. Undoing the clasp, the belt fell to the floor with a loud thump. Next, his hands undid the button and zipper of his black jeans. James hooked his thumbs into his jeans before pulling them off. He stepped out of them, standing back up to his full height when he had finished. Immediately, your eyes found his hard cock, flushed with his arousal. You swallowed thickly when you saw how big he was.

Noticing your nervousness, James gave you a reassuring look, "We can stop if you want to, Little Bird."

You sat up quickly, furiously shaking your head, "I don't want to stop, James, I want you."

James climbed back onto the bed, gently pushing your shoulders back down to rest against the mattress as he did so. Again, while he was going to use you for his own selfish needs, he needed to make this experience good for you too. Settling his hips between yours, James took one of your hands and laced his fingers through yours before pinning it back to the mattress. He then took his cock in his free hand, coating himself in your wetness before he positioned himself at your entrance.

"Are you ready?" James asked you, his blue eyes almost black with desire as he caught your gaze.

"Yes," you said quietly with a nod.

"Tell me if I need to stop, ok, Little Bird?" James replied.

You gave a nod in response.

Slowly, James began to push his cock inside of your cunt, taking great care to be gentle with you. You whimpered at the painful stretch his large cock was inflicting upon you. You'd never had something so big inside of you before. Inch by inch, James pushed himself deeper into you before the hand that had helped to guide his cock came up to cup your cheek, brushing the tears of pain away.

"You're doing so well, Little Bird. Just a bit more to go," James said breathlessly, fighting hard to control himself.

Finally, James's cock was seated fully inside of your cunt, his hips now flush with yours.

"Can I have a minute, please?" You asked, feeling your muscles already beginning to relax around James’s cock.

"Of course you can, Little Bird. You let me know when you're ready," James answered, a growl bubbling in his chest as he felt your sexual energy build more and more.

After a couple of minutes, your body had relaxed enough, the sharp pain turning into a dull ache as your desire grew once more.

"James, please move," you whined, already shifting your hips in order to give yourself some friction.

"'M gonna go slow first, Little Bird," James said, releasing your hand in favor of planting his elbows on the mattress in order to hold himself up.

James started slowly thrusting in and out of you, pulling out almost to the tip before thrusting himself all the way back in and bottoming out. You gasped at the feeling, never having felt so full in your life. You wrapped your legs around James’s waist, ankles crossing at the small of his back. Your nails lightly dug into the backs of his shoulders. 

"Faster please, James," you whined, needing him to pick up the pace.

"Ok, Little Bird, hold on tight," James growled in response.

Gradually, James increased the rhythm of his thrusts into a pace the two of you both enjoyed. By now, the pain had subsided completely and you were left with an urge that only James could satisfy. That coil had just started tightening in your lower abdomen again. 

James changed the angle of his thrusts, hitting your g-spot every time, making you moan loudly. You knew you weren't going to last long, not if he kept nailing that spot.

"Does it feel good when I fuck you with my cock, Little Bird?" James asked in another growl.

"Feels so good, James," you moaned in response.

One of James’s hands came up to wrap around your throat, fingers closing around it gently. He took great care to not restrict your airflow, but rather, your blood flow. Your eyes rolled back into your head, and you let out a gasp at the feeling, deciding you liked it.

"Can I fuck you faster, Little Bird?" James asked, his desperation to make both you and himself cum increasing.

"Yes, please!" You choked out in a moan.

Using his grip on your throat as leverage, James began to fuck you even faster, making that coil tighten even more. You let out a loud moan at the feeling. He kept hitting your g-spot with incredible precision, too. 

"Such a good little bird, taking my cock so well. You like getting ruined by me don't you?" James asked through gritted teeth, snarling at you.

All you could do was nod in response, too lost in the pleasure to actually respond. All you knew was that you were going to need some more stimulation. 

Almost as if he'd heard your thoughts, James's hand slipped in between the two of you, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in tight circles. You moaned loudly at the feeling of the extra stimulation, feeling that coil tighten more, close to snapping now.

James released his grip on your throat, his elbow planting on the mattress once more as he growled, "You're getting close, aren't you, Little Bird? Are you gonna be a good girl and cum all over my cock?"

You took in a deep gulp of air, unable to keep your moans quiet any longer as the coil was just about to snap, "Yes, James, I'm gonna cum!"

"Then cum, Little Bird, cum all over my fucking cock!" James growled loudly.

The coil snapped and you came, cunt spasming around James’s cock tightly as you raked your nails down his back hardly with a loud cry of his name.

"Good girl, Little Bird!" James praised you as he fucked you through your orgasm.

James’s pace only increased as he neared his own orgasm, his hips pistoning away. Soon, his rhythm began to falter. He came inside you with a snarl, his teeth bared and head thrown back as he fed off of your sexual energy. If you weren't so fucked out, you'd have found it hot. One thing was for sure, that image of him would be burned into your mind for reminiscing at a later time. 

Once James was done riding out the waves of his orgasm, he pulled out of you, making you gasp as you were oversensitive. 

"I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?" James asked you.

You simply shook your head in response, feeling tired.

"I'll be right back, Little Bird. Let me get a washcloth to clean you up with," James said before getting up off the bed and padding his way to your bathroom where he wet a washcloth.

When he returned, he gently cleaned you up, gently wiping away your combined juices before he carelessly tossed the washcloth to the floor. James climbed back into bed with you. You laid your head on his lean chest, eyes closing soon after. For now, James’s appetite had been satiated. He could've left as soon as he had cleaned you up, but he was fond of you. You were his now, there was no doubt about it. This would happen again, he would make sure of it. 

"Thank you," you murmured quietly, too tired to properly explain why you were thanking him.

"You're welcome, Little Bird. Get some rest, I'll be here in the morning," James answered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You fell asleep not long after, and even though James didn't need much sleep himself, he fell asleep not long after you, the two of you content in each other's arms.

#james hetfield x reader #james hetfield #metallica #metallica x reader #metallica fanfiction #dedicatedtopapahet fics

[in-hav3n]

i have this idea with current james

so current james x younger actress reader i don’t have a plot in mind so feel free to do whatever with this, it could be with them meeting each other for the first time or something else

i love your work btw

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Calgary, Canada. It was past seven when you walked through the bar doors of the local bar. After a long travel from your home and a tough day unpacking your things and meeting the staff, you decided to take a break and why not meeting some coworkers. You had been told that this place became like their new HQ and you had to meet some colleagues with whom you'll work with.

You were a young actress and didn't have much experience in the movie industry. Well, you already did 2 big movies but it was just a smaller role compares to the one they gave you in this new production. It was some kind of western movie, taking place in the 20th century in Texas.

You were excited about this project cause it would be your first big independent production - the previous one were more huge productions film. And for once, you could be in front of the camera and proved to everyone that you had the ability to act.

The bar was pretty crowd but you quickly understood the reason of this rush of people. There was a big hockey game on TV tonight and it seemed like all the town was there to enjoy it together.

You made your way through the people and found an empty seat on the counter. You sat, glancing at the place and checked the menu that had been left there. You went through it, searching for something nice to drink until you found something you like.

While waiting for the barman, you looked again at the place and smiled. It was really in a Canadian rustic style and it was a very comfy place. You understood why this place became the HQ of the crew. Five minutes later, a barman came over to ask what you'd like to drink and you waited five more minutes to see your drink placed in front of you, carefully placed on a napkin.

You took a first sip, looking at the TV screen now to see if it was interesting. You never really appreciated sports and to be honest, you never really understood the rules. Of course you did sports during high school, like everyone else, but because you had too and honestly, you never missed it.

Suddenly, something happened on TV and the crowd cheered and clapped loud, making a lot of noises that surprised you. You looked at them with a curious glance, wondering what just happened to put them in such a trance. You looked to the other side of the bar, and noticed the same energy and enthusiasm.

"Their local team just qualified for the championship", a hoarse voice told you.

You turned your head to see it was coming from the person next to you. A man, in his 60s probably, with grey hair and a charming face. He smiled and took a drag of his cigar. "You don't know much about hockey, don't you?"

"Is it that obvious?", you confessed, with a slight shrug as playing with the edge of your glass. "I'm not into sports to be honest..."

"I could tell", a charming smile as he put his cigar in the ashtray in front of him. He may be in his sixties but you observed some tattoos on his hands and it was quite unusual for a man of his age. But so hot at the same time...

You smiled and played with the napkin under your glass, blushing a little. It was the first time you were chatting with a man you could considered like a dilf and you really enjoyed it.

"I guess then you're not from here?". You looked at him once again and he chuckled. His voice was raspy and low, with a very pleasant tone. "I'm sorry, I sound like a perv or serial killer, asking such personal questions".

"No, not at all", you assured him, shaking your head and decided it was your turn to joke, "and what if I was the serial killer?".

He smiled while taking a sip of his soda. "Then one of us would be in trouble", he snapped back and you both giggle.

You drank your drink quietly, smiling and blushing like an idiot but you couldn't stop. He was really a nice guy and your eyes landed on his arms that were pretty big.

"You guessed well", you said as looking at him, "I'm not from here. I'm from New Jersey. I'm here to shoot a movie".

"Oh interesting...". You raised a brow, wondering why this boring information was interesting. "I'm here for a movie too. The Thicket ?"

"Yeah!". You smiled bigger and leaned against the counter, turning on the tool to face him. This was interesting indeed cause it means you'd meet more than once... "I'll play one of the leading female characters. You ?".

"I play one of the side character", he explained. "I'm not an actor in real life so they just gave me a short role. Or maybe they did because I'm a terrible actor". You cracked a laughter at his comment.

"I'm sure you're not", you gave him a smile and he smirked back at you.

"Oh you don't know yet darling. You'll see tomorrow at the lecture how bad I can be". You giggled at his joke but also blushed a little. He called you "darling" and it was absolutely pleasant to hear from this sexy old man.

"C'mon. They choose you because you have some abilities. It may be a small production but they prefer good actors with talent. Believe me, I've been in bigger productions and they usually choose people for their look first".

He seemed interested and asked you more question about your career and movie industry. This is how you ended spending the night at the bar, talking with this charming man about life, work and many other subjects. You learned he was a big rockstar and confessed you never really listen to his music but was curious to hear...

"Maybe we should make a deal?", he suggested and quickly explained his idea when he saw you raising a brow. "I make you discover my music and you give me some act lessons in return".

"Deal", you replied with a big smile. After all, you were both stuck in Calgary for at least two weeks. 2 weeks to get to know him better and with private lessons...what's better than this?

"Well...I should go and get some sleep, it's already late. And we have a big day tomorrow", you decided around midnight, as you finished your drink, jumping off the bar tool. "Thanks for the talk...?", you realized you didn't even ask for his name...

"James". You smiled and nodded at his answer.

"Then good night James, see you tomorrow", you added, with a smile as you gently rested your hand on his shoulder.

He turned his body on his tool to face you, and you realized your faces were closer. You could smell his cologne and blushed a little. But the air was hot and thick inside the bar and you hoped he'd think it was due to this atmosphere.

"Good night darling...we meet tomorrow". You smiled more cause you couldn't resist to his contagious smile. You noticed his blue eyes were sparkling and no doubt yours were too.

"Good night...", you squeezed his arms one last time before leaving with a big smile on your face. You were probably looking like an idiot but who cares? You were just happy. When you left the bar, you knew this experience would be amazing and you didn't regret coming here tonight...

A/N : Yes yes yes ! Thank you @mili0nd0llarman for this suggestion ! Current James is the most charming man on the planet, I couldn't resist to do this...Hope you'll love it !

#submission #james hetfield #james hetfield x reader reblog #james hetfield imagine #request 13 #request #currentjames #aaaah I wish so much this happens to me

[dedicatedtopapahet]

Something Borrowed, Something New (AJFA!James Hetfield x Female Reader) One-Shot Smut

You're one of Metallica's James Hetfield's guitar techs on the Damaged Justice tour. As a guitar tech, it's your job to make sure James's guitars are always properly taken care of. You hang out with the guys a lot during your free time as all of them think you're pretty cool. What will happen when the other three members of Metallica learn of your feelings for James? Read on to find out!

Pairing: AJFA!James Hetfield x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, (slightly) drunk sex, slight choking, awkward friends/idiots to lovers. MUST BE 18+ TO READ!

Word Count: 5,032

A/N: After I rediscovered my love for Metallica after having been away from the fandom for about five years, I wanted to write a fic about everyone's favorite lion, James Hetfield! I'm terribly sorry if James seems out of character in this, I wanted to make this fic sweet with a side of dirty. I also apologize if there are any mistakes as I do not have a beta reader/editor. Let me know what you all think, and if you’d like to be on my taglist! Constructive, polite criticism is always welcome! DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ANYWHERE! Reblogs with feedback are fine and welcome. This fic is also posted to my second Ao3 account, which has the same username as this sideblog! — Des

August 30, 1989, Seattle, WA, USA

You heard the roar of the crowd as Metallica bid the fans at the show goodnight, having just finished performing their last encore of the night. Standing off to the side, you met James Hetfield halfway as he made his way off stage.

“You did so good tonight!” You spoke loud enough for James to hear as he handed you his guitar.

“Thanks,” James said with that cute grin of his, wiping the sweat from his face as he looked over at you. “Are you gonna join us at the hotel later for some beer and pizza?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you answered as you cut the strings off of his guitar so you could restring it after you were done cleaning it.

“Cool. We’re probably gonna hang out in my room. It’s 508. You might hafta knock loud, but we’ll be there,” James answered, placing his hand on your shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze before making his way backstage.

You gave the other three guys a smile and a wave before starting to clean James’s guitar.

You see, you were James Hetfield’s main guitar tech. You had been for a couple years at this point. You heard about the job right after you had graduated college with a music degree. You’d even been in your own band for a little while in high school. Since you knew guitars like the back of your hand, Metallica had decided to bring you on as a guitar tech. You did your job so well that you had been promoted to James’s main guitar tech after his last one had left.

More importantly, you got along well with the band, especially James. They all thought you were super chill and fun to hang out with. That’s why they always invited you up to wherever hotel room they were going to party in after their shows.

You’re not sure when your feelings for James developed, though. Who could blame you? James was a kind, caring, good man. He was quiet sometimes, just like you were. You loved having deep conversations with him late at night after everyone had fallen asleep. His sense of humor was fantastic as well. You both just loved to make each other laugh at any moment you could. On top of that, he was also extremely handsome. All you knew was that you cared for him deeply, maybe you even loved him.

There was no way he could ever feel the same way about you as you did about him. Then again, you sometimes didn't know what he was feeling at all, as James rarely ever opened up to anyone. You knew it was hard for him to do so because of Cliff's death. You treasured the moments when he did open up to you, though. You made sure he always knew that he could talk to you about anything, at any time, and there would be no judgement from you.

You shook your head as you finished cleaning James’s guitar. There would be time to think about things like this later. For now, you had a job to do. You restrung James’s guitar and made sure it was in tune before putting it back into its case and loading it onto the truck. Once that was done, you grabbed your things and caught a ride to the hotel with one of the other techs.

When you got to the hotel, you made your way to your room, which you had checked into the night before the show. You changed out of the clothes you normally wore when you were doing your job and into something a bit more you. You did a quick once over in the mirror just to make sure your eyeliner was still alright before heading out of your room and taking the elevator up to the room where James had said he and the boys would be.

Once you made your way to the room, you heard people in there laughing, being loud, and playing music. You knew there would probably be at least a couple of noise complaints that night.

Finally, you knocked firmly on the door, making sure people could hear.

It was Kirk who opened the door with a loud cry of your name, throwing his arm over your shoulder as he guided you into the room, “Hey! Glad you’re here! There’s pizza on the counter and beer in the fridge!”

“Thanks, Kirk,” you said with a grin, bumping your hip against his affectionately before heading over to the counter and grabbing a slice of pizza and a beer from the fridge.

Looking around the room, you saw that there were a few fans and groupies in the room, along with the Metallica guys, of course. You also saw James standing and chatting to a tall, gorgeous blonde woman while holding a beer. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous as you could tell that the blonde was totally into James. You guessed that she was probably some groupie. But when James noticed you, though, he completely turned his attention to you, smiling before he made his way over to you.

“Hey,” James said with another smile. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Thanks for inviting me,” you said, feeling your cheeks light up in a faint blush before you took a bite of your pizza and a swig of your beer.

“I’d be stupid not to,” James answered, leaning against the counter.

“You’re just saying that because I take extra good care of your guitars,” you joked, once again feeling your cheeks heat up.

James laughed at that, “Come on, you know that’s not true.”

You gave James a quick once over, seeing that he was wearing his usual get up of black jeans, a black t-shirt, black boots, and his favorite black leather jacket. You also noticed the multiple silver rings on his fingers and his wolf pendant along with the dangly earring in one ear. The sides of his head had also been recently shaved, but he had his hair down so it wasn’t too easy to notice. He also had his recently pierced nose ring in. That had been a spur of the moment decision after the Grammy back in February. It was such a good look on him, though.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to either you or James, the rest of the Metallica boys had stopped what they were doing so they could watch the two of you. They all knew how much James liked you and were wondering when James would finally make a move on you. Luckily for the both of you, though, they had a plan to get you two together. The three nodded at each other, confirming it was time to execute operation: get James and you together.

“Hey, we’re playing 7 minutes in Heaven now!” Lars shouted into the room, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Both you and James turned to look at Lars before looking back at each other with a shrug. It had been a while since you last played a fun game like that anyways. What was the harm in doing so?

“Good luck. I hope you get someone cute,” you said before finishing your pizza and taking another swig of beer.

“Yeah, you too,” James replied in a tense voice.

You arched your eyebrow in response, but decided not to press further as the game was about to start.

Everyone sat down in a circle on the floor, making you feel like you were a teenager again, which made you grin.

“Alright,” Jason said, getting everyone’s attention. He said your name first before continuing, “James, you go with her.”

You blushed furiously, taking another swig of your beer before looking over at James, who was just as red as you were. Any other time you might have found the fact that James was blushing to be cute, but certainly not now. You forced a smile as you stood up after James did, nodding your head towards the bathroom as there wasn’t a closet big enough for the two of you. The two of you made your way into the bathroom, the door shutting behind you.

There was silence for a few seconds before you finally spoke, “We don’t have to do anything. We can just sit in here the entire time.”

“Uh huh,” James said in a dismissive tone.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know Jason would pair us together,” You answered, trying to get James to feel better.

Although, his tone of voice hurt your feelings. Were you really that undesirable?

“��S fine. Not your fault,” James answered.

The two of you stood there for a minute before you hopped up on to the bathroom counter, chewing on your bottom lip for a moment. Now was the time to tell James about how you felt about him, regardless of the outcome. When else were you two going to have a moment alone?

“James,” you started, worrying your bottom lip some more. “I know this will probably fuck up our friendship, but I feel like you should know. I . . . really like you . . . as more than a friend.”

James’s eyes widened for a moment before he breathed out a sigh of relief, “Oh, thank fuck. I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you out for months.”

You had to stifle a gasp at that, “Really? I thought you didn’t like me like that.”

“Of course I do! You’re everything I could ask for and more,” James admitted, his cheeks flushing a faint pink.

“You are, too,” you responded with a small, but sincere smile.

James came to stand in front of you, placing his hands on the counter on either side of your thighs as he leant over you a bit.

“Can I kiss you?” James asked in a hushed tone, eyes flicking down to stare at your lips.

“Yes,” you said with a nod.

James’s blue eyes met yours again before one of his hands came up to cup your cheek while the other one rested on your hip. He gave you a tiny smile before he leaned in and captured your lips in a deep kiss. Your arms wrapped around James’s neck as you happily kissed him back, eyes closing as you did so. Your legs parted, allowing James to get closer to you as he leaned over you more. You felt James run his tongue along your bottom lip, to which you obliged, parting your lips slightly to allow him entrance to your mouth. His tongue skillfully caressed yours, making you moan quietly.

James finally pulled back with a grin, resting his forehead against yours, “That good, huh?”

You laughed at that, pecking his lips once more, “I don’t think anyone has ever kissed me like that before. I hope it was good for you, too.”

James gave you another grin, “I wanna do that a lot more. In fact, I think I’ll do it again now.”

You gave another laugh that was quickly swallowed by James lips as he kissed you again with the same amount of passion as before.

All of the sudden, the door burst open, revealing Kirk, Lars and Jason, making you and James jump and pull back from the kiss.

“Way to go!” Shouted Lars.

“I knew it!” Shouted Jason.

“Finally!” Shouted Kirk.

“Fuck off,” James said, flipping the guys off.

You snorted at that before flipping the guys off as well.

Kirk grinned at you both, “Don’t worry, we’re gonna distract everyone so you two can go have some more alone time.”

“Thanks,” you said, blushing heavily.

“Hey, everyone! Who wants to see how far I can stick this drumstick up my nose?!” Lars shouted, running back into the room with the other two guys as the room cheered loudly in response.

“Wanna head to my room?” You asked James.

James nodded in response, smiling at you and taking your hand in his as you two sneakily left the party.

The two of you quickly made your way to the elevator, not wanting to run into anyone in the hallway. You pressed the down button, calling the elevator up to the fifth floor. Thankfully, it arrived very quickly. Once the two of you were inside the elevator, you pressed the button for your floor, looking over at James, who gave you an almost shy smile in return. You smiled back at him, giving his hand a squeeze before the elevator arrived on your floor. When the elevator doors opened, you led James by the hand to your room, using your free hand to unlock the door.

Once the two of you were inside of your room, you let go of James’s hand.

“You can sit anywhere you’d like, just take your shoes off first,” you said, taking off your shoes.

James gave a nod, kicking off his shoes and taking his leather jacket off before hanging it up. Then, he sat down on the edge of the bed (which you had thankfully made that morning).

“C’mere, I wanna kiss you some more since we were interrupted before,” James said, his tone of voice lowering a bit as he held out a hand for you to take.

You bit down on your lower lip at James’s tone of voice, making your way over to him. Once you reached him, James gently guided you to straddle his lap, making you blush slightly.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” James said, his ring-clad hand coming up to cup your cheek while the other found your hip once more.

“You’re not too bad yourself, handsome,” you said with a playful wink.

James chuckled at that before kissing you deeply. One of your hands made its way into his blonde hair and you tugged ever so slightly, causing a deep rumble to sound from James’s chest. Once again, James’s tongue swept over your bottom lip, causing you to part your lips immediately to give him access. Your tongues danced together again as the hand that was cupping your cheek made its way to your other hip. You could feel James start to stir in his black jeans as your own ache started in between your thighs.

Pulling back from the kiss, James nosed your head to the side before starting to press open-mouthed kisses to your neck, making you moan his name quietly.

“Yeah? You like it when I kiss your neck, baby?” James asked, his voice now low and raspy before continuing to kiss your neck.

You bit down on your lower lip at James’s tone of voice and at his words, “Mmhmm.”

Now, you weren’t totally inexperienced when it came to acts in the bedroom, but you also weren’t an expert. You’d fooled around with a couple of guys in college, but that was the extent of your experience, and James knew that. You knew James was a lot more experienced in the bedroom than you were, but you trusted him to listen to your cues and read your body well. James wasn’t going to do anything you didn’t want him to, which was something you appreciated a lot.

James kissed your lips again, your mouth already open as he slid his tongue in again. His calloused hands slid underneath your shirt, squeezing your breasts through your bra before his fingers grabbed the bottom of your shirt. Breaking the kiss, James looked up at you, waiting for your approval so he could take your shirt off. When you nodded in response and lifted your arms, he slid the shirt up and off of you, tossing it carelessly to the floor before turning his attention to your bra-clad breasts. He licked the swell of your left breast over to the swell of your right breast. Then, he pressed open mouth kisses from the swell of your right breast to the swell of your left breast. You took James’s hand and placed it on the clasp of your bra, signalling that you wanted it off.

James took the hint and managed to unclasp your bra with only one hand, making you laugh, “I was wondering if you knew how to do that.”

“Just takes practice, is all,” James grinned at you before leaning up to give you another deep kiss.

You laughed into the kiss, hands coming up to cup James face.

“Hold onto me,” James said after pulling back from the kiss, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck before he stood up, turned around to face the bed, and laid you down on it before crawling on top of you.

James immediately situated his hips in between your thighs, allowing his full body weight to rest on top of you as his hands gripped your hips. His lips found yours again, and this time, the kiss seemed more desperate; like James was pouring all of what he couldn’t express he felt towards you into it. Your hands found the edge of James’s black t-shirt, tugging it up slightly to explain that you wanted it off of him. James broke the kiss, sitting back on his haunches and pulling off his shirt, then tossing it to the floor. You bit down on your bottom lip, a hand coming up to feel James’s abs and chest. He had just the right amount of chest hair.

The corner of James’s lips quirked up slightly as he felt your hand start to explore his torso. His hand covered yours before he brought it up to his lips, kissing the palm of your hand. James leaned over you, allowing his weight to rest on top of you once more.

You shivered at the feeling of James’s bare chest against yours, “You feel good.”

James grinned at that, “Yeah?”

You nodded, worrying your bottom lip, “Feels good to be close to you like this.”

“I like it, too,” James responded with a small smile in return.

James proceeded to take off his rings, one by one until they were all off and secure on the bedside table. He then took off his necklaces, making sure those wouldn’t fall off of the bedside table either.

Once he was done, James kissed you again, his hands finding your hips. It was like he couldn’t get enough of your kisses. And, if you were being honest, you didn’t mind one bit. The kisses moved from your lips to your neck once more as James began to grind his hips down against you. You leaned your head back and moaned at not only the feeling of James’s lips against your neck, but also the feeling of his hard erection through his jeans and yours. He then kissed a trail down to your left breast, flicking his tongue against your nipple as the rough fingers of his hand began to play with your right nipple.

“Your tits are gorgeous,” James breathed out huskily.

You let out a sound halfway between a laugh and a moan as James took your nipple into his mouth, tugging on the other one roughly. His free hand slid down your body until it reached the button of your jeans. He skillfully undid the button and zipper of your jeans with one hand, pulling back from your chest to slide your jeans and underwear off in one fell swoop. You lifted your hips in order to help as best you could. Once your jeans and underwear were off, James trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses from the center of your chest to your inner thighs. Sliding off the bed, James took the sight of you fully naked in as he slid off his jeans and boxers. You sat up, coming to sit at the edge of the bed, biting down on your bottom lip as you saw James’s hard cock for the first time.

You moved to kneel in front of James before he placed a hand on your shoulder, sitting you back down on the edge of the bed, “Tonight’s about you, not me. Now, lie back.”

You blushed slightly at that, appreciating how he wanted to put you first, “Alright, but I wanna go down on you next time.”

James grinned, “Fuck, baby, I can’t wait for that. Now, I told ya to lie back. Don’t make me spank you.”

You quickly laid back on the bed, not really wanting to get spanked (this time). James knelt down at the foot of the bed, pulling you until your ass rested at the edge of the bed. He then took your legs and hooked them over his shoulders.

“Fuck, baby,” James growled out before licking from your entrance to your clit, making you moan and tangle your fingers in his blond locks as he did so.

James let out another growl as he felt you tug on his hair, enjoying the slight sting of pain it caused him. He started sucking on your clit, running his tongue over it as he did so. You threw your head back with a moan, trying not to buck your hips in response to his actions. James pulled off of your clit before quickly flicking his tongue over it multiple times, his crystal blue eyes watching as your face contorted in pleasure. James brought his other hand up to your cunt, rubbing two fingers at your entrance before sliding them in, continuing to lick and suck your clit at the same time. You moaned as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of you, crooking them upwards as he pulled them out before thrusting back in. You could already feel that coil tightening in your lower stomach.

“God, you’re tight,” James rasped. “That feel good, baby?”

“Mmhmm,” you whined, biting down on your bottom lip as you made eye contact with him.

James continued to lick and suck your clit, thrusting his fingers into you until you felt that coil inside of you threaten to burst.

“James, please!” You begged, bucking your hips into his mouth wildly.

Just as you were feeling that coil start to snap, James pulled away with a wicked grin before he pushed you back up the bed until your head was resting on the pillows, crawling on top of you as he did so.

“James, that’s not fair!” You whined again, frustrated that he hadn’t made you cum.

“I know, baby, but I can’t wait any longer. I need to fuck you,” James panted, his tone of voice almost desperate.

“There are condoms in the bedside table,” you said while squirming, desperate to get more friction between your legs.

James settled his hips in between your thighs before leaning over and grabbing a condom from the drawer. Once he had the condom, he sat back on his haunches, tearing open the packet with urgency before rolling it onto his hard cock. He tossed the empty packet to the floor, too wound up to care where it fell.

Leaning back over you, James held himself up with one hand, using the other hand to tease your slit with his cock.

“Do you still want this?” He asked, making sure to look you in the eyes.

You saw the look of respect, admiration, and dare you say, love in James’s eyes, making you bring a hand up to cup his cheek.

“Yes, I want you so bad I can hardly breathe,” you answered. You weren’t just talking about sex, either.

“I want you too, baby, so bad,” he replied, voice full of desire.

James used his free hand to help guide his cock into you, shifting his hips forward as the tip slid in. Once the tip was inside, he allowed his full weight to rest on you before he captured your lips in another bruising kiss, this one more urgent than the last. He slowly slid the rest of his cock into you, growling into the kiss. You broke said kiss with a moan once he was fully sheathed within you, the stretch giving you a pleasant ache. James started kissing, licking, and sucking at your neck, trying to distract you as you adjusted to his size.

After a minute or two, you wrapped your arms around James’s torso and crossed your ankles at the small of his back.

“Please, James,” you begged him.

“Please, what, baby?” James responded with a smirk, pulling back from your neck to look at you.

You felt your face flush at his words. “Please, fuck me,” you begged him once more.

“Good girl,” James replied before beginning to thrust in and out of you at a slow place.

The pace of his thrusts gradually increased into a rhythm that the both of you could enjoy. You moaned as the head of his cock brushed against your g-spot with every thrust. And since he had deprived you of your orgasm earlier, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

“I’m not gonna last very long,” you moaned at a particularly well-placed thrust.

“Me either, baby, it’s ok,” James growled in response.

“James, please,” you whined again, needing him to be rougher with you.

“What do you need, baby?” James asked, never stopping the movement of his hips.

“Fuck me harder, please,” you responded with a moan.

“You need me to fuck that cunt of yours harder? I think I can do that,” James growled once more.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he began hammering into you at a brutal pace, his hands gripping your hips so tightly that you were sure there’d be bruises there tomorrow. You let out a loud moan, digging your nails into James’s back, making him growl loudly. His growls truly sounded like those of an animal. Hearing them only tightened that familiar coil inside of you further.

“Who’s making you feel this good?” James asked in another growl.

“You are!” You moaned loudly in response.

“That’s right, baby. Only I can make you feel like this. You and your tight little cunt are mine!” James growled possessively before sucking a deep bruise on your neck for everyone to see.

“I’m yours, all yours!” You moaned in response.

You found yourself not caring if anyone would see the mark. You loved that he wanted everyone to know you were his. He was just as much yours as you were his, too.

That familiar coil was close to snapping. You just needed an extra push to get there, desperate to cum at this point.

“James, I need to cum!” You whined, legs beginning to shake.

“Yeah? You want me to make you cum all over my cock?” James growled.

“Yes, please!” You begged, your desperation to cum making tears form in your eyes.

One of James’s hands slid down to where the two of you were joined as he began to rub your clit with his thumb.

“Fuck, James, yes!” You shouted in a moan, the coil so close to snapping.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over this big dick!” James snarled, his own end close as well.

“James! Oh God, yes!” You came with a loud cry, your cunt spasming around James’s cock tightly.

“Fuck, yes, baby. You’re such a good girl; such a good fucking girl!” James growled as you squeezed him tight, making him chase his own orgasm.

The hand that had been between the two of you shot up to your neck, finger and thumb squeezing the sides of your throat, cutting off the blood flow. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, the feeling sending you straight into another orgasm as soon as your first one had finished.

James used the grip on your neck to thrust into you a few more times, his rhythm faltering before he buried himself to the hilt in your cunt with a snarl, sounding like a true animal as he came in the condom, filling it up with his hot cum, “That’s my good girl!”

You shuddered, feeling the warmth inside of you. Once James had finished riding out his orgasm, he released your neck before pulling out of you. You both gave a moan at the oversensitivity you both felt. James pulled the filled condom off of his now flaccid cock, before tying the end of it closed. He turned and threw it in the trash can that was in front of the bedside table before flopping down next to you with an exhausted sigh. You panted, wiping the sweat and ruined makeup from your face with your hands before turning to look at James, who had already been looking at you.

“God, that was . . .” You trailed off, searching for the word you were looking for and wiping your makeup-stained hands off of the blanket.

“Fucking intense?” James suggested, pulling you close.

You laughed, nodding in response, “It was good, though.”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” James asked, concern evident in his voice. “I got pretty rough with you there.”

“No, you didn’t,” you paused. “I take that back, you did, but in just the way I like it.”

James laughed at that, relieved he hadn’t hurt you too badly, “You dirty girl!”

“Yes, but I’m your dirty girl!” You responded with a laugh of your own.

“Yes, you are,” James replied, grabbing your chin before kissing you. “And don’t you forget it.”

“I won’t, I promise,” you answered before resting your head on James’s chest.

“So, about that date . . .” James started, making you laugh.

“Let’s go out to dinner tomorrow, just you and I. It’s our day off anyways,” you suggested with a smile.

“Sounds good to me!” James responded with a grin of his own.

“Now, can we please get some sleep? You really wore me out!” You said through a yawn.

James chuckled, “You wore me out, too. Sleep sounds so fucking good right now.”

You yawned again, closing your eyes and nestling into James further as he brought the covers over the two of you. James kissed the top of your head affectionately before closing his own eyes. The two of you both fell asleep, dreaming of your futures with each other.

Here’s to something new.

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