#james hetfield imagine

[rockmetaldreams]

IMAGINE → METALLICA : JAMES HETFIELD

Imagine being with James before the concert, but time runs out and you leave him with an erection. At one point, the guitar brushes against his crotch, and he can’t help but make a face of pleasure mixed with slight pain from the lack of attention.

GIF: mightyjameshetfield‧ 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 ‧ masterlist

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

can I be honest

I need more subby James I really do

like imagine him FINALLY letting you ride him (his face or dick whatever you want to go with) and at first he’s liking it, you know still somewhat dominant as he tells you to continue

BUUUUT as you start to feel yourself a bit more and no longer listen to him he starts to lose control GIVING YOU DOMINANCE WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING

he literally just becomes so subby and needy it almost makes you laugh, but it turns you on so much seeing him beg and sob for more just like he’s made you do MULTIPLE TIMES

I apologize I got carried away 😛

A/n: I see you all the time on my blog so here’s a thanks for all your support Pookie

Warnings: Smut, riding, face riding heavily implied, mommy kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You’d been dating James publicly for over a year, he was rather shy about your relationship and liked keeping his private life private, but you were open and loved talking about it. You’d been dating for almost three years now, keeping most things under wraps, but something slipped recently.

“Jamie?” You called after getting back from shopping, where you were stopped for a quick interview.

“Bedroom.” James called back, he hadn’t really woken up yet. Metallica just got back from a long leg of the tour, he was tired and suffering greatly from jet lag.

You ran up to him and crawled into bed next to him, hiding under his arm as he lay on his stomach. “Jamie, quick question,” you started. James got up, holding himself up just enough to reach his glass of water on the nightstand. “Why can’t I ride you?” He choked on his water.

“The fuck kind of question is that first thing in the morning?” He grumbled, staring at you wide eyed and brows furrowed, confused beyond anything.

You rolled over, staying close to him. “Ok, it’s well past noon, for starters.” You said, he rolled his eyes and adjusted so he was on his back, arm under your head now. “And, um, I did a thing.” James was quiet a moment.

“You did a thing?” He asked, not looking at you. “You did what thing?”

You chewed your cheek, recalling the earlier events to him.

You left a favourite store of yours, bags in tow, and were walking down the road feeling happy with your new purchases. A younger man came up to you, holding his phone out in one hand and a pocket sized mic in the other.

“Sorry to bother you,” he started, “you’re y/n, right? James Hetfield’s girlfriend?” You smiled proudly and nodded. “Would you mind giving me a short interview?” You agreed, forgetting your tendency to ramble.

He asked one question and that led to another and you were off. “James is great! He gives me everything I could need and I return the favour.” You said with a wink.

The young man grinned. “Is that so?” He asked, he didn’t care about James but that’s all you were thinking about. “Care to tell us a bit about his favourite favours?”

“You told him what?!” James yelled, sitting up. Your lips pursed into a pout.

“I’m sorry, James! I got carried away…” You mumbled, sitting up with him. He couldn’t stay mad at you, but he could be mad at you.

“You just let the whole fucking world know how you get fucked.” He bit.

“No, I didn’t!” You exclaimed, pausing before continuing. “I told them how I don’t get fucked.” James glared at you for a long several moments. “Jamie, it’s not that bad, all I said was that I’ve never ridden you.” His expression hardened.

“Not that bad?” He repeated. “Not that bad- you are telling people about our sex life!” You chewed your cheek, gaze wandering.

“Not to, uh, change the subject, but-“ James was already flopping back over in bed, turning his back to you and laying on your side. “-is there a reason you won’t let me ride you? Like, your thigh is fine, but we’ve gotten pretty close to actually doing it, you always flip me over.” James was quiet for a long several moments. “Jamie?”

“I’m just wondering if you’re really thick enough to be asking me that right now.” He grumbled, not bothering to look at you. You stared at him a moment longer before laying behind him and resting your chin on his shoulder. He let out a soft sigh. “I love you.” He muttered, knowing that’s all you needed.

“I love you, too, Jamie…” he knew there was more. “Please? Just once, and I’ll never ask again… you’re sexy when you’re mad.” You pecked his cheek, a smile crossing his face when you called him sexy. Ever the ego on this man.

“I’m not just a faucet you can turn on and off again.” He mumbled.

You shifted closer to him, a hand on his side and rubbing him slow, moving down. “Please, daddy, hah, fuck~” James shot you a look at your fake moaning, you smiled proudly right back at him.

“Alright, get over here.” You laughed as he rolled on top of you, attacking your neck with messy kisses.

After rolling around and James asking repeatedly to just let him fuck you, you were both naked and you were straddling his lap, hands planted firmly on his chest and hovering over him. James’s hands were on your hips, holding you tight. “You know, this doesn’t undo the interview, right?” He asked, thumbs rubbing small circles onto your sides.

“Yeah, I know, but it might make you feel better.” You mused, leaning down and rolling your hips on his cock. He let out a low groan as he slid between your wet folds. “I’ll make you feel really good~” the second groan was higher, closer to a moan, but you didn’t say anything.

He guided your hips, sinking you down on his cock and helping lift you up and down slowly. James’s face went bright red, blush creeping down his neck and to his chest. “That-that’s good, just keep-keep doing that, babygirl.” James said, trying to maintain control but it was getting harder. He couldn’t let people ride him, he learned that one fast; he lost all control and became a whimpering, moaning, whining mess. He felt pathetic afterwards, he just couldn’t do it.

His eyes trailed down your body, watching your tits bounce, the muscles in your legs working to bounce you up and down, his cock stretching your cunt, all perfectly in view for him. You looked down and saw that belly bulge you loved so much, always made you feel so full. “Fuck, Jamie, look~” You purred, pressing on the bump, a gasp leaving you as you did.

James bit his lip, watching your every move. His brows knit together, ears peeking at the sound of your thighs clapping on his stomach. His head fell back with a huff, hips bucking up into you, not thrusting like he usually did, there was not aim to fuck you, it was an instinctive reaction followed by a whine.

James swallowed thickly. “That- you’re doing so good, sweetheart, just- a-a little faster now.” He urged, forcing his hips to stay still.

You stared at him, not slowing in your movements but taking in his state. A grin spread across your face. “Jamie, how are you feeling?” You asked, his hands were barely guiding you now, making you do more work but it was worth it to see this kind of reaction.

He opened his mouth to speak but all the came out was a whine. “Ngh-! Fuck, look so-so pretty right now.” He mumbled, eyes trailing over you again, taking in every inch.

“Yeah?” You asked, rolling your hips now, nice and slow for him. “You look really, really good right now, pretty boy.” He whine at that too. “So noisy.” You leaned down, capturing his lips in a deep kiss, letting his sounds fill your mouth. Your hand gliding up his side, reaching his chest and finding his nipple, all pink and perky. You flicked it and he let out the sweetest whimper you’d ever heard. “Want me to do it again?” You asked.

“Yes, please, mommy.” He blurted without even thinking, it made your cunt clench.

“Oh, that’s a very good boy.” You purred, taking his nipple between your thumb and pointer, pinching it roughly so his back was arching off the bed. He was gasping and whining, pleading for you to let him cum. “Already? You wanna cum before mommy?” You asked. “And so soon, poor boy can’t handle feeling so good.” Your lips pursed in a mocking pout. “Why don’t we just stop all together?” You asked, lifting your hips until just his tip was in you still.

James’s eyes shot open wide, panic setting in at the thought of stopping when he was so close already. “No! No, please, mommy, want it so bad, please! I-I can make you cum, I can-“ he was cut off when you slammed yourself back onto him, your own eyes rolling as his cock hit you perfectly. A loud moan ripped from him, hitting your ears like a song. “Just like that, please, mommy.” He whined, eyes filling with tears.

Again you lifted your hips, not only because he wanted you to but because it felt so good. You fell again, it only took a few more, each one drawing out an increasingly desperate whine out of him, before he came, filling you completely with his cum. You kept riding him, slower now, just to let him ride out his high.

When his body was twitching and tears were rolling down his cheeks you moved, getting off his cock and moving up the bed, hovering over his face and dripping cum over him. “Be a good boy and clean up the mess you made in mommy.” You said, sitting yourself on his face.

[nickybloodhead]

I wanna make early 90s James my bitch. Like he’s tough and arrogant but for me? He’s the sweetest, most caring man. Something about manly men being soft af for you gets me weak on my knees.

Anon you're right, making that big man all soft for me is one of the things I want most in this world.

James is an imposing, tall, huge man, isn't he? And in the 90s he was fucking arrogant looking down on everyone with superiority... But when he comes home to you he becomes a docile puppy, looking to be petted and cuddled by his girl.

If you two are watching a movie he MUST have his head in your lap so you can play with his hair which would set him purring.

At bedtime he enjoys being the little spoon although he won't tell anyone that, it's kind of funny for you to be the big spoon because you're practically wrapped around him and yet you can't cover his whole body.

He follows you around the house like a baby duckling when you are doing anything like cooking, cleaning, reading; no matter what you are doing he will be there watching you with all the love in the world; then he will get tired of not getting attention and start bothering you until you only have eyes for him.

In bed it's no different, yes, he may take control when you are going to fuck most of the time but when he is in needy mode you will be the one taking the reins. You would push him onto the bed and climb on top of him to kiss the expanse of his body, from his lips to his thighs because you know how shaky he gets when you nibble on his sensitive skin there, after foreplay you would ride him so hard he forgets how to talk, he would lie there on the bed watching you reverently as you take him and make him lose his mind.

In the end, when you both cum he would be in your embrace for a little aftercare.

"You took it so well my love, what a good boy standing still while I rode you" You'd murmur against his hair all this praise as he hums contentedly, hiding his head in your neck to sigh happily.

I also want to make that man my bitch

[hetfieldcest]

warnings; no plot just smut, fingering, v¡rgin reader, slow at first but rough later on, creampie🫩, unprotected sex,.

- Animal (Fuck Like a Beast) 1999

james wanted to just fuck you, no preparation but he also knew that it was the worst idea possible. his two fingers gently rubbed up and down your pussy, spreading your wetness. “jesus…” he growled quietly, gently biting his lower lip.

His middle finger slowly pushed inside, causing you to whimper and lean your head back against the pillows. His finger slowly pumped in and out of you. You lightly gripped the sheets, eyes glancing back and forth between his finger and up at him. His eyes remained fixed on yours as you squirmed slightly, small whimpers escaping your lips.

Your back arched just a little and let out a subtle groan as he carefully slipped his ring finger as well, You could feel yourself being stretched out a little, causing you to tense up your legs. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?” He asked, his voice smooth, deep, and seductive. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. “Y-yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

You softly bit your bottom lip, pleasure running through you as he increased his pace, sending shivers of excitement coursing through your body. “So fuckin’ wet, can't wait to take you,” his eyes gleamed at her dripping wetness that made a slick noise.

You raised your head slowly. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, leaving you breathless as you watched, captivated by his rhythm. You eyed the outline of his dick in his pants that was ready to be let out.

Your back arched sharply, a shiver racing through you as you felt him scissoring his fingers inside of you. The sensation sent a wave of pleasure that made a moan escape your lips. He flashed a devilish smirk as he leaned closer on top of you, his warm breath brushing against your skin. He pressed his lips against your neck, the gentle bite sending shivers down your spine as he continued to finger you

“Is this what you want, baby?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. You could hardly keep your composure any longer, breathing and panting hard. You couldn't stay still, squirming around a bit and. “James, James…!” you purred softly, your voice barely audible, laced with longing and desire.

James slowly pulled his fingers out of you, You could barely keep your thoughts together, but you knew it wasn't fair. He hummed softly, “So perfect…” he whispered. He propped himself upright, his movement straightforward yet somewhat unsteady as he grasped his belt with a firm hand. His eyes which were half-lidded never looked away from yours. The rough sound of leather scraping against fabric filled the air, punctuating the tension in the room.

He got off the bed. With a gentle yet firm grasp, he took hold of your ankles, pulling you by them. He lifted your legs and spread them, watching your wet, tight pussy silently beg for him. James gently bit his lip and moved your legs around his waist.

He gently rubbed his tip against your wetness, lightly grinding himself on you. He gently teased your entrance a little before slipping his tip in, yourself so wet, inviting him in. You felt a mix of pleasure and pain as he slowly slid inside you, inch by inch. “fuck..!” You moaned out lightly, You gripped the sheets tightly and leaned your head back.

He grunted, holding himself back from being rough with you when he just started. Going in and out slowly, not wanting to hurt you but his thrust still felt powerful.

He let out a low grunt, he fought against the urge to just fuck you hard, especially since this was your first time. Each thrust was slow yet powerful. The intensity of his movements sent shivers through you, a mix of anticipation and exhilaration coursing through your body.

He stopped his thrusts for a moment, lowering himself to your neck, feeling his warm breath as he nuzzled gently against your skin, continuing to fuck you but more faster this time. You let out a moan, your hands finding his back and deeply scratching at it. The pain made him hiss a bit but also caused him to go even faster.

His hands wrapped around your breast, kneading them with a mixture of gentleness and rawness. The pressure was firmer than you expected, causing a bit discomfort but pleasant at the same time.

His hands traveled back down to your waist, fingers gently exploring the curve of your body. He lifted himself slightly, his gaze locking onto yours. “M’gonna cum in you, okay baby?” His eyes were barely open, lost in the feeling of you.

You gently bit your bottom lip and nodded your head “cum in me…” you pleaded softly, lazily wrapping your legs around him. He kissed you desperately his tongue exploring your familiar mouth when you could barely keep up from the overwhelming sensation of him still going in and out of you.

You dug your nails deep in him and moaned into his mouth as you hit your climax, your back arching a little. This was enough to drive James over the stars, he didn’t stop thrusting in you as he released his load into you while groaning out.

[ghostbustting]

some lazy sex with James in the afternoon,like they are just sitting on the couch and she straddles him and rides him slowly and lazily(ig load/reload James would fit this scenario) thank u <3

♯ ; “𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑳𝒀„ ༘⋆

James Hetfield x Reader.

Contains smut (p in v, riding), slight fluff.

Song: Heavenly by Cigarettes After Sex.

The damp state of the pavement I step on caused the steps of my boots to sound louder as I walk up the steps to my home, the door that awaits looking as welcoming as ever, my body seeks the warmth that one of my favorite places always provides me with. Also with the knowledge that the man I seek love in was also waiting for me behind those walls.

A perfect combo of what I need right after a long tiring day of work and endless lectures from my boss.

Turning my attention away from the beautiful gradation of afternoon skies, my hand dug into the bag hanging on my shoulder, wriggling through items and items till I find the cool metal of the silver key, pulling it out right away.

Unlocking and opening the door themselves feels like a reward. A fresh air of home to breathe. As a child, you might wish to be out of your house most of the times. But now, I truly wish nothing more but to have even the tiniest time in the universe to just get the chance to lay in my bed with my arms around him while rain pours outside, not a single care of the world and definitely not a single lecture ringing in my ear from that sissy man I had the torture to call my 'boss'.

The first few steps I took into the house, I can already see him, feeling that damn flutter in my heart whenever my eyes land on him- almost as if I haven't been with him for years by now, almost as if each new sight of him makes me a new woman.

James was sitting on the couch with his body leaned back all the way, his head resting on the folded arms he had behind his head while his eyes had a focused stare at the show playing on the television set in our living room. My eyes didn't leave out the sight of his spread legs, the fabric of his dark jeans stretching out. The focus he had on the telly wasn't long the moment my presence became noticeable, his eyes darting away from the screen and towards me, his pupils lighting up with a lazy smile on his face.

What a sight you are, James Hetfield.

"If it isn't my hardworking woman." He teasingly spoke in a breath as one of his arm leave the back of his head to beckon me with his fingers to come closer. "How was your day? That old guy still being a pain in the ass?" He chuckle softly.

My hand discarded my bag away, tossing it onto the floor without another care for the things packed inside of it, my care only for him. The closer I get to him, the more I notice the way his eyes weren't as energized as they usually were, James looking rather... sleepy. Yet still, it didn't really change the fact his face looks so fuckable kissable.

I sigh as my body gently yet immediately drop onto his lap with my legs on each side of his thighs, almost like a reflex or a habit by now. His lap seemed to be the only rightful place for my ass to be placed on and James was definitely not going to deny that. In fact, he'd be the one who claim that in the first place.

My chin rest on his shoulder as I mumble into his ear, "Don't wanna talk about my day." I let out a small tired out grunt before relaxing to the feeling of the touch of one of his hands on my back, rubbing soothingly up and down while the other was running through the strands of my hair instead, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

"That bad?" He chuckles yet again, head leaning down to press a soft kiss to my temple before trailing to my neck, settling on the crook of it, a small shaky breath escaping my lips when I feel the ticklish feeling of his moustache rubbing against my skin. The feeling of his body under mine felt like being burried in layers of warm thick blankets, the warmth of his skin was exactly what I needed after a long day in a season such as this.

”You’re here now, that’s all that matters..”

Pressed against my neck, I can feel the curve of his lips form a soft smile at my words, the smallest gesture that cause much more to me, my body relaxing so muh to the point i feel like turning to jelly, my body soon molding into his.

”Tired, mm?” He whisper as he stroke my hair again, that same hand slowly trailing down to my shoulder where he’d rub soothing circles to my skin before trailing down yet again, this time to my back. However, he was not stopping till he eventually reach my waist and his fingertips land on the waistband of my pants. “Just relax… You deserve it.”

The post-work tiring state my body was in was too consuming that I almost fell asleep right on his body, oblivious to the way his hands move across my body and the absence of my clothes. All I know was that just out of nowhere, the only thing on me was my button up shirt, which was now half undone, as well as the disappearance of James’ jeans that I had been sitting on, my ass now up in the air with the help of James’ large warm palm holding my ass, his other hand focused on aligning his now unleashed cock with the entrance of my cunt.

Scenarios such as this one wasn’t rare to be found during tiring Afternoons like this. We would occasionally find ourselves having gentle and sweet love making in order to relax. In a way, the way our soul and body meets and connects in this one particular activity, it feels so heavenly. His soul was is exactly where I want to be, where I belong. Just giving our love to each other feels like a gush of wind that was able to blow away all our stress that were once acting as a heavy weight on our shoulders.

I let out a small sigh of relief by the time he slowly drop my body, his full length almost immediately filling me up to the brim, yet so gently that it didn’t hurt me one bit, whereas it usually would with his often rough style of making love. I can feel the veiny skin of his length against my gummy walls, gently clenching around him.

My hands rest on his chest with my head laying completely on his shoulder, putting every bit of my weight on him as he welcomed me with his arms wrapped around my waist, fingertips grazing up and down my skin every now and then, his touch so gentle yet with so much love beneath all those gentleness.

”How lucky I am to find such a hardworking woman like you..” He whisper with his lips pressed onto my ear, his hot breath fanning against my skin here and there while goosebumps appear on my skin from the touch of his hand on my back, stroking my skin with feather-like touches. Each touch of his skin on mine felt like a dream.

A small whine left my lips, “The luck is all on my side..” I manage to whisper back before I try to lift my hips up, only managing to lift it shortly before dropping back onto his length, my body choosing a lazy ride to our releases. “My man..” I mumble as I lift one of my hand from his chest to lay upon his cheek, my head leans in just enough for our lips to meet one another, the kiss was rather slow yet sloppy as well, tongues meeting and wrestling every here and there.

Still, I maintain my lame attempt of a ride, using the smallest effort to push my hips up. Yet he didn't complain one bit, James seemed to rather enjoy the slow ride, the proximity allowing me to catch onto his small breathy grunts, holding and stroking my lower back.

Now and then, I feel the tip of his cock gently nudge a spot in me, nudge- not hit, due to the lack of energy I put in riding him. Pulling back from the kiss, my head have made a comfortable stay on his shoulder, one of the hands I had on his chest came up to play with the choker and the wolf pendant that loops around his neck. His eyes were unavoidable. His gaze soft yet cutting right through me even when I'm not looking.

As time goes by, I stop trying to ride on him, giving up. Instead, I slowly grind my hips against his again and again, the friction pulling out a small whine from the back of my throat, "James.." I mumbled out his name, almost unconsciously. Anyone would mistake me to be sleeping with my half lidded eyes. But I'm just simply loving the moment.

"Close?" His voice whisper into my ear, pulling my hair away so he could have a clear view of my dazed face, leaning down to press a kiss to my cheek. "C'mon, angel. Release it. You deserve it.."

I let out a sigh as I force myself to open up my eyes and softly smile up at him. I can feel him throb inside me, as well as my walls clenching around his length. My hands were holding onto his broad shoulders as eventually I feel my orgasm control over me, warm fluids of my release gushing out and around his cock, triggering his own release which was soon shooted into me, his cum painting white all over my walls as we sat there, body still connected as one, soul forever united.

James wrapped his arms around me, slowly pulling me down with him on the couch to lay down, my head resting on his chest that acts like a pillow to me, his cock slipping out of my cunt with a pop. The last thing I hear before falling into dreamland being,

"Sleep tight, angel. Dream of me."

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Warnings: 18+, somnophilia, explicit sexual content, sexual themes, adult themes

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-Between Sleep and Desire-

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the moon spilling through the curtains. I lay beside Y/N, her body peacefully nestled under the covers, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest lulling me into a trance. She looked so innocent, so completely unaware of the effect she had on me. My heart raced as I watched her, my gaze lingering on her delicate features, the way her lips parted slightly as if inviting me closer.

I shifted closer, feeling the heat radiating from her body. I had always been captivated by her, but tonight, my desire had taken a sharper edge. The thought of waking her with my touch sent shivers down my spine. I gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, my fingers grazing her skin, marveling at how soft she felt beneath my fingertips.

With an ache in my chest, I leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. The temptation to go further was intoxicating, and I couldn’t resist the urge to explore. I trailed my lips down her cheek, feeling her warmth against me, my desire mounting with each gentle caress. She stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips, and my breath hitched at the sound. 

As if drawn by an unseen force, I let my lips find hers, kissing her softly at first, but the moment our mouths connected, something primal awakened within me. She tasted sweet and inviting, and I found myself deepening the kiss, my hands roaming down her body, exploring the curves I had longed to touch.

Y/N didn’t wake, her body responding instinctively to my touch. I pushed the boundaries of my desire, my hands slipping beneath the hem of her shirt, feeling the soft warmth of her skin. The sight of her so vulnerable and unaware sent a rush of heat coursing through my veins. I kissed my way down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin, and as I nibbled lightly at her collarbone, a soft moan escaped her lips.

Encouraged by her response, I ventured lower, my fingers sliding beneath the waistband of her shorts, brushing against the softness of her thighs. The thrill of knowing she was still asleep made my heart race. I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her core as I took my time teasing her, my lips brushing against her folds. She shifted again, a soft whimper escaping her, and I almost lost control. I needed her to wake up, to feel everything I was doing to her, but for now, I would take what I could get.

As I began to taste her, my tongue sliding through her folds, she reacted almost immediately, her body arching into me. The taste of her sent me spiraling into a haze of desire. I felt like I was in a dream, completely consumed by her sweetness, lost in the sensation of pleasuring her while she remained blissfully unaware.

With each flick of my tongue, I coaxed more soft sights from her, and I felt a surge of triumph at the effect I had on her even in her sleep. I could feel her body responding, her hips moving against me as if she were dreaming of the pleasure I was giving her. 

It was intoxicating, and I wanted more. I needed to feel her, to have her fully awake and begging for more. I slipped a finger inside her, and her body a little tensed, her eyes fluttering open, confusion mixed with a haze of pleasure as she looked down at me.

“What… what are you doing?” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep, but there was a hint of desire in her eyes that made my heart race.

“I couldn’t help myself,” I confessed, my voice low and filled with urgency. “You looked so beautiful, so tempting. I needed to taste you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she registered my words, but instead of pushing me away, she bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with a mix of surprise and desire. “James…” she began, but her voice trailed off as I continued to work my fingers inside her, my mouth still teasing her.

The room was filled with the sound of her breaths, quickening with every thrust of my fingers, and I felt a rush of satisfaction knowing I was the one causing her pleasure. “Just feel, Y/N,” I urged, my breath hot against her skin. “Let me take care of you.”

She nodded, her eyes locking onto mine as the realization of what was happening fully set in. The shift in her demeanor was electric, and I felt her body respond eagerly as I added another finger, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot.

“James, please…” she gasped, her voice a mix of desperation and desire, and I knew she was ready for more. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I wanted to feel her wrapped around me, to share this moment fully with her.

I pulled away, my fingers still buried inside her, and positioned myself above her, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. The taste of her lingered on my tongue, and I could feel her heart racing beneath me. “Are you sure?” I asked, searching her eyes for any hesitation.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice filled with urgency. “I want you.”

With that, I sank into her, feeling her warmth envelop me as I filled her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and connection that sent us both spiraling. I could feel her body clenching around me, and I groaned at the sheer bliss of being inside her.

We moved together, our bodies finding a rhythm that felt natural, electric. I lost myself in the way she responded to me, the sounds of our breaths mingling as we drew closer to the edge. I leaned down, kissing her deeply, pouring all my desire into that moment.

“James, don’t stop,” she begged, her eyes pleading with me to give her everything. 

“I won’t,” I promised, my voice low and filled with need as I quickened my pace. Each thrust brought us closer, the tension coiling tightly within us. 

With one final push, I felt her body tighten around me, her pleasure crashing over her as she cried out my name. The sound sent me over the edge, and I followed her into bliss, feeling the warmth of our connection wrap around us like a blanket.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I collapsed beside her, pulling her into my arms. We lay there, hearts racing, a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction washing over us. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you like that,” I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Y/N smiled softly, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “I’m glad you did,” she replied, her voice filled with a lingering hint of desire. “You’re incredible.”

I grinned, feeling a rush of affection for her. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

She looked at me, her expression a blend of surprise and excitement. “Neither did I… until now.”

[valwrites-stuff]

Forbidden Encounter

James is good friends with your dad who's also in a band and you meet him at a show which leads to you both secretly fucking on the backseat of his car.

James Hetfield x Reader ☆ Smut, age gap

You stand in the crowd, watching your dad's band perform on stage, your eyes immediately fall on him - James. He was a close friend of your dad and you had always had a major crush on him. But he was like a forbidden fruit, always out of reach. His smile was captivating, his eyes sparkle in the blinding spotlights and you can't help but steal glances at him the whole evening. Every time your eyes meet, your heart skips a beat.

His presence alone makes your heart race, and you can't tear your eyes away from him. You knew it was wrong to have such feelings for your dad's friend, but it was impossible to ignore the desire you felt for him. Despite the fact that he could potentially be your father, you couldn't help but be captivated by his charm and charisma.

As the show continues, you can't shake the feeling of longing that fills you. You knew that you would have to push these feelings aside, that a relationship with James was out of the question. Despite the forbidden nature of your potential relationship, you couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for you.

But then he disappears from your sight. You know you had to find him, take that chance to have your way with him.

You sneak out of the concert and follow your instincts, guided by the pull you felt towards him. You stumble upon James standing by his sleek black car, puffing away on a cigar. His brooding eyes meet yours as you approach him, and a flirtatious smile plays on his lips. Without hesitating, you walk up to him and your eyes meet once again.

"James, hey," you say softly, trying to mask the nervousness in your voice.

"Hey there, beautiful," James says, his voice smooth and alluring. "Care to join me for a smoke? I've been having a feeling you'll come find me."

You hesitate for a moment, feeling a rush of nerves at his confident demeanor. But something in his gaze makes your heart race, and you find yourself nodding, unable to resist his charm. "Why'd you leave?"

"Needed some fresh air I guess..." As you stand by his side, James leans in closer, his breath mingling with yours.

"Actually I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time," he confesses. "I can't explain it, but there's something about you that draws me in. Guess I've always had a thing for my friend's daughter."

You blush at his bold admission, but can't deny the sudden surge of desire that course through you. Before you know it, James pulls you into a fierce kiss, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back.

The next thing you know, you're entangled in a heated embrace in the backseat of his car, lost in a whirlwind of desire and longing. The windows fog up as you give in to the undeniable chemistry between you, his touch setting your soul on fire.

As you feel James' lips on your neck, a shiver runs down your spine. His touch is electrifying, but deep down, you know this was wrong. You shouldn't be doing this, not here, not now.

"Mhm James...this is so wrong..." You manage to whisper, trying to resist the urge to melt into his embrace.

You can see the raw emotion in his eyes, the desire he feels for you. James' hand find it's way between your legs and he whispers in your ear, "No one needs to know, sweetheart. It'll be our little secret."

As James' hand disappears under your black dress, you can't help but let out a soft moan of anticipation. His fingers graze against your wet panties, causing a sensation to ripple through you.

"Gosh, look at you," James whispers, his voice filled with desire. "You're soaked and I haven't even touched you yet."

His words send shivers down your spine as you feel your heart race with excitement. You can feel the heat between you growing, the tension thick in the air.

"Please," You beg, your voice hoarse and full of need. "I need you to touch me."

James obliges, sliding his hand inside your panties and moaning softly at the feel of the warmth and wetness. His finger finds your clit, and he starts to rub slow, lazy circles, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

James adds another finger, sliding it into you, slowly in time with the circles he rubs on your clit. "You like that, baby?" he growls, his hot breath in your ear sending shivers down your spine. "You like it when I finger-fuck your tight pussy?"

With a shaky breath you reach out for his belt, brushing your hand against his hard bulge.

He grabs your wrist and removes your hand before undressing you in a swift movement, leaving you in just your panties. He hooks his fingers into the waistband and slowly pulls them down, revealing your bare pussy.

James growls, his eyes fixated on your wetness. He bends down and presses his mouth against you, his tongue lapping at your clit. "So beautiful."

You cry out, your hands reaching out to grab the back of his head as he eats you out. He slides a second finger into you, slowly in time with the the way his tongue moved against your bundle of nerves.

“You like that, baby?” he growls, his hot breath against your cunt sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes, fuck yes,” you moan, your hips bucking against his mouth.

“You’re so hot, baby. I can’t wait to fuck you,” he growls, his voice low and husky.

You reach down and grab his hair, pulling him closer to you. “Then fuck me already,” you demand, your voice breathy with need.

James removes himself from you for a moment, his eyes blazing with desire. He strips off his clothes, revealing his hard cock, looking mighty fine for his age.

He grabs your hips and positions himself between your legs. He teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, before thrusting into you in one swift motion.

You gasp audibly, your back arching off the backseat as he fills you up. James sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming into yours as he fucks you hard and fast.

You reach out and cling onto his back as he thrusts into you. James leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as he fucks you.

You moan into the kiss, your body trembling as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

James reaches down and rubs your clit, his fingers circling the sensitive spot.

You cry out, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You convulse around James’s cock, your pussy milking him as you come.

James growls, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reaches his own climax. He buries himself deep inside you, his cock twitching as he fills you up with his cum.

James collapses on top of you, his breath hot and heavy against your neck.

You wrap your arms around him, your bodies slick with sweat.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” James pants, his voice low and husky.

You smile, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Yeah, it was,” you agree, your voice barely above a whisper. "You still got it Hetfield."

James chuckles, his body pressed against yours as you lie on the backseat of the steamy car, both of you panting and trying to catch your breaths. You run your fingers through his grey hair, your other hand tracing the curve of his chest. "Will we do this again sometime?" You blink and look up at James hopefully. "Maybe, but for now we'll keep this our dirty little secret alright?" He smiles and leans down to give me a final kiss, knowing it won't be our last.

[gnrloverrrr]

James Hetfield

Imagine one day you and James take a beach trip to the Santa Monica pier while on tour. And you and him are just laying out on the sand and james says “we should totally make a sand castle” or he says “your so boring all you wanna do is tan” but you finally give in and get in the water with him and he starts splashing you with water and saying stuff to scare you like “ what if there’s sharks here”

idkk what to post☹️

[innxrvision]

So long - pt. 2 𒂭

part 2 of 3 ------------ 𖦹 tags: james hetfield x reader, fluff, smut, best friends to lovers, bet, 80s james, a little angst if you squint ♱ a/n: here's part 2 just like i promised! Also... this got too long again and I had to split once more, I'm sorry. Next part will be the last hopefully! I'll probably only be able to post it on wednesday or thursday tho, but we'll see how things go! Thanks to everyone that has been reading and liking my story, it truly made me happy!

𖦹 part 1 𖦹 part 2 𖦹 part 3

Both of you entered the bar already chatting excitedly, just as you imagined, whatever disagreement that came between you two couldn't last long. You and James' friendship went way back.

"Let's get you a drink." James' playful smile made you smile involuntarily back.

He ordered two beers and raised his glass after you two settled down on a table near the wall, on a spot where the soft yellow light shined right on James' blonde locks.

"To making up!" He said, the smile never leaving his lips.

"If you say so." You shrugged, raising your glass too, but there wasn't any hint of resentment in your voice.

"I really am sorry about what I've said to you earlier. I never wanted to hurt you." He repeated his apology sincerely.

You shrugged again in response, not wanting to make a big deal out of it again.

"What has gotten into you anyway?" You asked genuinely curious before taking a sip.

"I don't really know." He admitted and you could sense some embarrassment coming from him. "I guess my emotions were all over the place and I took all on you. I truly hope you can forgive me."

You just nodded in response, you could easily understand his side.

Soon one beer became two, then three… and before you could realize it, both were a bit too drunk, laughing obnoxiously loud at each other's stupid jokes.

At a certain moment, while James were rambling about his new guitar, your mind wandered as you studied his features under the soft light. The unruly blond hair now gained a different shine, the blue eyes seemed more vivid, and the skin covered by acne suddenly got a different charm to it.

You've known him for years, but, for some reason, the realization that he had grown into a man only hit you now. It's not like you haven't noticed his changes at all, you could admit the boy you knew had gained the charms of a man a long time ago, however, something at that bar made it all become more evident. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking. Regardless, you just stayed silent, lost in your thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?" James' voice cut through your mind, his eyebrow quirked in confusion. "You're looking at me like I have two heads or something." He added, a chuckle coming out of his lips.

You snapped out of it as soon as you heard him, your cheeks heating up in response to his question.

"What?" You laughed nervously "Sorry, just got lost in my thoughts for a moment, go on."

James grinned, finding your flustered expression too amusing to let it go.

"I must really put you in a state to make you blush like that." He took another sip of his beer and kept grinning at you. "What were you thinking about before? I'm curious now."

You tried your best to appear bored and rested your elbow on the table, putting your chin on top of your hand.

"Nothing. Just… Work."

He studied your face and the playful expression he had before turned into a smirk.

"You're hiding something." He teased. "You're a terrible liar."

You rolled your eyes, pretending to be offended by his observation.

"I'm not!" You shot back. "I said it's nothing. You're too curious for your own good."

"Come on, tell me." He nudged your shoulder. "It's not fair if you keep it a secret."

"Not fair? What? Don't you have any secrets?" You scoffed.

"Of course I do. But your secrets are much more interesting to me right now than my own." He leaned closer and raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So spill it. What were you really thinking about? Was it a boy?"

You looked at him incredulous, just wishing he would drop the subject.

"You can't be serious." You looked with concern in your expression at him and he laughed in response.

"Oh, I'm being serious. You were blushing so hard, so it must be a boy." He grinned, crossing his arms. It was clear that he was enjoying messing up with you. "So come on, spill it. Is it someone I know? Do you want me to hook you up?"

"No! What? You're crazy." You couldn't believe he thought you wanted him to hook you up with somebody.

"I know you're thinking about someone, just tell me already. Who's the lucky guy?" He pressed again.

"There's... No one!" You were starting to get frustrated.

"Oh, please. You can't fool me, I know you. You were obviously daydreaming about someone." He raised an eyebrow again and you had to take a deep breath in order to control yourself. "Is it one of the guys? Lars maybe? Or... Is it Kirk? I know you two are very close. You got a thing for him?" His voice dripped with amusement, it was clear he was enjoying teasing you.

"What?!" You opened your mouth in shock as he started pointing names. "I've never...! I never liked Kirk! Where did this come from?!"

"I can see the way you look at him sometimes." He chuckled, it seemed like he was testing you. "If it's not him, then who is it? I won't leave you alone until you tell me."

"Kirk is like a brother to me!" You said offended, your cheeks getting hot once again.

"You're protesting a little too much. I know you're hiding something from me." He studied your blushed face in silence for a second "Well, whoever he is, we can play matchmaker and set you up on a date." He batted his eyelashes dramatically at you and laughed.

"Why are you so invested in being my wingman? Who says I need one?"

You were getting tired of this talk. One second of distraction staring too much at him and now you had to deal with James playing guess by himself. He already loved getting on your nerves, but whenever he got drunk that would get worse.

"You've been single for almost a year now." He grinned. "I just want to help you find someone to share your life with."

You couldn't believe he decided to throw that on your face. Ouch. You sighed and looked around the bar for a second, trying to find a good response.

"Why don't you worry about your own love life?"

He chuckled again, shrugging off your comment.

"You know I don't do long-term relationships." He said casually. "I'm more of a one-night-stand kind of guy." He winked and that irritated you.

You looked down at your hands, trying to navigate your feelings. For some reason, hearing that he had been sleeping with other girls made you feel jealous. You tried your best to not seem affected, but James noticed the shift in your reaction.

"What's wrong with one-night stands?" He asked, his tone playful.

"I just think it's gross." You cursed yourself mentally for your childish response.

"C'mon... You're such a prude." He rolled his eyes and teased you, nudging at your arm. "One-night stands aren't gross, they're just casual fun. You should try it sometime, it might loosen you up a bit." There was that smug grin again that made you heated.

"I don't need to loosen up, I'm fine the way I am." You tried defending yourself. "And also, I'm not a prude."

"Sure, keep telling yourself this." He shrugged, that grin only growing wider at your frustration. "But deep down, you're just a boring goody-two-shoes who wouldn't know how to have a good time if your life depended on it." He continued. "Bet you've never even been on a proper date before."

You scoffed. Yeah, he made a habit of teasing you and yes, that would worsen whenever he drunk, but tonight he seemed even more invested in driving you nuts. "Is it just the alcohol?" You asked yourself.

"Of course I have!" You crossed your arms. "I can have fun just fine. I just think the girls you hook up with are gross."

You tried attacking him, but it was clear that your response only amused him even more.

"Gross, huh? Interesting choice of words." He leaned closer once again. "Does that mean you think I'm gross too? For hooking up with random girls?" He waited for your response, staring at you.

"I've never said that." You regretted mentioning his hookups and sighed.

"I know you're judgmental of my dating life." He leaned back and shrugged. "You're probably just jealous that I'm getting some action and you're not." He smiled triumphantly.

"Who says I'm not getting some action?" You tried your best to sound convincing but your attempt only made him laugh.

"Oh, really? With whom exactly? A pillow? A stuffed animal?" You blushed and he caught your reaction. "I knew it. You don't have anyone. Which is why you're so sour and uptight because you're not getting laid." He taunted.

"You're such an ass." You looked away and rolled your eyes. "It's none of your business, maybe? Just leave my love life alone, please." At this point, you had given up winning this conversation.

"Alright, alright. I'll leave your non-existent love life alone." He raised both of his hands in surrender. "But if you need some advice on how to get laid, come to me. I'm something of an expert, y'know?" He winked playfully.

"Like I would take your advice." You laughed sarcastically, seeing the perfect chance to annoy him back. "Bet you don't how to please girls at all." You added, certain that this would drive him crazy.

In response, he just smiled and shook his head. A different reaction that you were expecting.

"Oh yeah? You think I can't satisfy a girl?" He said confidently and leaned closer to you once again. "In fact, I bet I could satisfy you better than any other guy you've ever been with."

You stopped in your tracks, wondering if you heard him right. "He's just trying to get a reaction of me." You thought to tranquilize yourself.

"No way. Bet you take like... One minute." You decided just to keep teasing, trying to give him hell back for being so annoying.

"You think I'm that bad?" He raised an eyebrow with a smile on his lips. He then went silent for a second and something in his expression changed. "How about we make a bet then? If I can't please you better than anyone you've ever been with before, I'll do the dishes at your house for a week. But... If I do a good job, you have to take me out on a date."

"What?" Your mind went blank with shock and you felt a wave of heat from the embarrassment go through your entire body. Everything was all fun and games until now, but now you were just dumbfounded.

James noticed the shock in your expression and bit his lip, realizing he may have overstepped, but it was too late to take back now.

"Just hear me out. It'll be fun, it's just a harmless bet." He said quickly. "We are friends, right? What's wrong with having some fun?" He tried.

You couldn't even look straight at him now. It's true that you've been getting more and more attracted to him, but since you were best friends, you never expected this kind of proposal to come from him. Was it the alcohol? Was he just trying to prove a point? Your thoughts ran a 100 mph, trying to decide what should you do.

"I..." You started, then shook your head in an attempt to clear your mind. "Fine, it's a bet."

[in-hav3n]

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘

James always has the best ideas when it comes to surprise you in the morning...

WARNINGS : NSFW, a HOT session of pussy eating and fingering

The sun was slowly shining through the clouds, the birds were gradually chirps through the silence of dawn when James opened his eyes on this Monday morning. He staid still for a while, just enjoying this peaceful time as he emerged step by step from his sleep. He could hear the outside sounds, telling him it was the morning already but he wanted more to enjoy the comfort sound of your breathing against his neck.

He moved his head carefully to look down at you as a smile crossed his face. You had snuggled up against him during the night and there was nothing more enjoyable than feeling your body against his. He smiled more and kissed your forehead, thinking how truly grateful he was for having you in his life. Who could have said the almighty Hetfield would have found love, after all the things he had been through ? He knew he was blessed to have you by his side, despite everything he had done in his past.

Suddenly, he remembered what day we were today. Precisely the day of your birthday. James grinned at the thought of everything he had planned for you to enjoy this special moment but since he was early awake, an idea crossed his mind...he could enjoy this precious time in the morning to offer you the first part of your birthday's gift.

Carefully and slowly, he moved away from your arms and waited for a short time. He wanted to be sure you'd be still asleep and when he had the confirmation you were, he moved underneath the cover.

Even asleep, you must have felt he disappeared cause you rolled on your back, stretching like a starfish, sleeping deeply in that position. James waited still, and when he felt ready, he slowly started to kiss your legs and inner thighs until he reached your womanhood.

He waited for a short brief of time again and let his finger glided under your panties' waistband, playing with it to see if he got a single reaction and when you didn't react, he slowly take it off, sliding it from your waist till your ankles. James was absolutely slow and smooth in his movements, almost moving like a cat, but he really wanted to surprise you.

He grabbed your ankles and gently opened your legs, so he could sneaked between them, kissing every single part of your thighs. Even under the blanket, with just a dim light coming from the sun outside, he could see your skin reacted at his kiss, at the touch of his lips on your delicate flesh. Goosebumps were appearing slowly and this made him grin more.

He smiled and went further on his exploration, slowly arriving in front of the object of his desires. He parted your legs, pushing them slowly with his palms He could felt the heat radiating from your body and hoped his palms weren't too cold to wake you up.

When James got enough space, he sneaked closer to let his tongue pressing a kiss against your velvet button. He saw no reaction first and smiled, kissing it a few times. Still no reaction.

He then moved slowly the tip of his tongue on your clit now, licking and tasting it. He felt you moved a little but not enough to awaken you up. He kept doing his exploration, sucking your bund of nerves and couldn't resist to flick his tongue against your velvet lips now.

"Mmh...", he heard from outside the blanket and this helped him to go on. You were slowly feeling something and he loved that. His head was now buried in your pussy, devouring it feverishly as he started to collected some wetness coming from your hole.

He grinned big, seeing you so exposed and vulnerable, and pulled away to tease your clit with his fingertip now. Brusquely your legs started to move and he heard some moans and whines as he kept circling your button in a slow pace.

"Mmmh..", another moan and he understood you were slowly waking up, your palm searching for James next to your body until your realized that he was really under the blanket, buried between your legs. This wasn't a dream. You gasped and slowly pulled away the blanket to expose him to the day light.

"Hello...", he whispered, his lips a bit wet from the pleasure he had given to you for a couple of minutes now.

"What-What are you doing there ?", you asked with a grin, resting on your elbows, to look at your beloved boyfriend.

"Pleasuring my love", he simply answered as he rubbed his long finger against your wet lips, making your shiver and moan at the same time.

"Oh James...", you whispered. "you're torturing me". You gasped again when you feel his index teasing your hole. James was pretty proud of the effect he had on you. He spat on your pussy and teased you with his finger again, letting it in and out slowly.

"You know how much I love to tease that pretty pussy of yours...", he whispered as he buried his head again on you, devouring your clit while his finger worked you out, stretching your pussy's walls.

"Oh my fucking god....More please", you exhaled in a cry, wiggling your pelvis against his mouth, wanting more. You couldn't stop looking at him and gripped his hair to show him to way you like it.

James pulled out in a gasp, rubbing your wetness as he gave you a proud grin. He inserted another finger inside your pussy while his other hand rested lazily on your pelvis, shaking your clit.

"God", he groaned, "so fucking wet for me baby... feel those fingers pushing in and out so easily in you?".

"Mmh...", you sighed of pleasure as your body fell on the mattress, eyes closed and mouth parted, hands gripping the pillow next to you. Your legs were wide opened and you could felt every hit of his fingers deep inside you. "Jamie...please...yes".

But James didn't want you to finish so easily...he suddenly pushed his fingers out and pulled away his mouth. He knew your orgasm were slowly building and he wanted to play with you more, making you feel the edge of desire burning deep inside you.

You opened your eyes, surprised and shocked, frowning at him but all you got is a proud grin again and a giggle.

"Thought I'd have let you cum so easily baby"?", he mocked as he felt the power he had on you. You bit your lip at his comment and started to move your pelvis again, in a needy way, showing him how much you needed to cum now.

"C'mon James...please...", you begged, feeling a strong pain between your legs. Your pussy already throbbing at the thought of the pleasure you were about to feel. "I need to cum...I'm so horny"

"Say it again for me baby...", he teased. "Say to me how horny you are...". His other hand moved under your ass to lift it up a bit, helping his position.

"I'm so horny James...I'm so wet for you, please...give it to me".

"Good girl", he grinned and slapped his palm against your pussy, making your moan louder and gasping of pleasure. His other hand gripped your ass firmly. His right palm hit your sensitive clit and this was enough to awaken your burning desire again.

James then waisted no time to push three fingers inside you, pushing them deeper. They thrusted easily, collecting all the wetness around your cunt and you let it go again, abandoning yourself to the desire you were feeling.

"Oh James...this feels so good".

"I know baby...let it go", he said as moved closer to eat you out again, this time ready to push you over the edge. His fingers gave you no mercy and his tongue rubbed every part of your wet lips, taking not resting time to be sure to send you to heaven.

"GOD...yes!", you whined louder this time, gripping his head and hair hard, not caring if it could hurt him. "Oh yes please...like this James...yes...don't stop", you breathed as your back arched slowly, feeling the pleasure pulsing slowly inside your lower belly until he finally reached that point that makes you explode.

James didn't stop moving, on the contrary. He pushed further and licked harder when he felt your pussy squeezing around his tongue and fingers, ready to make you ride your orgasm till the end.

You explode like you've never did before. Your orgasm hit you strongly, making you shiver, shudder and convulse hard. Your legs shook around James head and your mouth let out incoherent words and praise of how good he was making you feel.

You gripped the pillow hard and buried your face in it, hiding some of the whines and moans you could have let it out until you felt the pleasure getting down, running now through your veins.

You panted heavily, recovering slowly when James sucked your high sensitive clit one last time, as a way to reward you for being a good girl.

"Oh!", you moaned again, looked at him with big smile and you both giggled. "You teaser".

"I love to please you", James said with his low and sexy voice, kissing your pussy again before moving close to you to kiss you on your lips. You tasted yourself and smiled, sharing a deep passionate kiss and when your lips slowly parted away, he whispered a "Happy birthday my love" that makes you fall in love with him all over again...

A/N : This is a birthday gift for bestie! Happy birthday sweetheart <3

[rockmetaldreams]

IMAGINE → METALLICA : JAMES HETFIELD

Imagine James giving you his favorite pick, not knowing that it means he’s hopelessly in love with you.

GIF: am-i-evil ‧ 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 ‧ masterlist

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

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.

[itsgaga]

ᴍᴇᴛᴀʟʟɪᴄᴀ

Lars Ulrich

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʟᴀʀꜱ ᴜʟʀɪᴄʜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

ʟᴀʀꜱ ᴜʟʀɪᴄʜ ᴀ-ᴢ(ɴꜱꜰᴡ)

Kirk Hammett

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴋɪʀᴋ ʜᴀᴍᴍᴇᴛᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

James Hetfield

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʜᴇᴛꜰɪᴇʟᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ…

Jason Newsted

ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴇᴛ

[hetfieldcest]

Warnings; smut, p and v unprotected, good girl usage, rough ,idk

-Angels of Passion 1986

You and James were tangled in the sheets, having spent the entire night talking and messing around. As the clock read 1:58 in the afternoon, James slowly opened his eyes, slightly strange. He glanced over at you, still soundly asleep. Looking to the bed next to him, Lars was nowhere to be found. With a low groan, James rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the grogginess.

James shifted slightly in the bed before his eyes slightly widened. he sat up and quickly lifted the sheet off of him, noticing the bulge in his boxers. "Jesus Christ..." he mumbled under his breath, a hint of frustration in his voice. He cast a glance at you, still asleep in the bed with messy bed hair and a dried-up drool on your cheek. With a small grunt, he rose from the bed and headed towards the bathroom, hoping it would just magically go away.

a couple minutes later it just wouldn’t go away, he huffed silently and headed back to the room. He opened the door to see you, still a little groggy as you rubbed the dried-up drool off your cheek and attempted to tame your messy hair. He walked over to you and sat on the bed by your side. "Morning, baby." Using his fingers, he gently brushed through your tangled locks, his touch soft and comforting.

“Morning,” you grumbled, leaning your head on james’s shoulder and closing your eyes. he kissed the top of your head and let out a long exhale. “

"Good morning," you mumbled sleepily, resting your weary head on James' shoulder and closing your eyes. In response, he gently kissed the top of your head and let out a long, but it was because you only made his erection grow more. You lifted the sheets off of you and james quickly looked at your panties, never taking his eyes off as you began to put on your shorts.

He could feel himself grow harder and harder, even when he closed his eyes and tried to think about other things. You wrapped your arm around James’s shoulder and laid the both of you down before your eyes noticed the rock-hard bulge in his boxers. You quickly sat back up at covered your mouth, trying not to laugh. “babe,” you said, holding back laughter. He sat up as well “I know, I know!” he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed a little, you scooted closer to him a little. “Do we have any condoms?” you asked, gently rubbing his thigh.

He reached over and opened the drawer next to him and scrambled in it, looking for a condom. “Fuck, we don't.” he huffed. You thought for a moment before remembering, “Oh yeah, we used the last one a week ago!” you recited with a small smile on your lips as if it was a funny memory. He groaned a little before he slid off his boxers, his cock springing out free. “That feels so much better,” he whispered.

You leaned your head on his shoulder. “We can try to be careful. Y’know, since you're always telling me that we don't need a condom because you ‘know how to keep it safe’.” he looked at you with a slight glare. “You clearly don't know what a joke is…” he grumbled and you slightly furrowed your brows. “sounds like you don't want me to help,” you said slightly teasingly. He groaned an slid off his boxers fully and grabbed your shorts, forcefully taking them off, something you never expected him to do.

You lightly giggled and captured his lips, you kissed him passionately while he kissed you desperately. his tongue slipped into your mouth and explored the familiar surroundings, you’re fingers gently touched his cock feeling how much he needed this, how he needed you. He pulled away from your lips, a small saliva string still connected your lips together before he wiped it off and quickly moved his mouth to your pussy.

He gently kissed your clit as he raised your knees to your chest, you whimpered slightly and he quickly dove in. licking a thick strip in between you legs and hungrily eating you out, your hand gripped his hair and lightly pushed him closer. he softly moaned against your core and it caused you to arch your back slightly, his tongue then began to go in and out of you. you gasped and wrapped your legs around his head, his muffled moaned stirring you up and you began to grind yourself against his face.

he held your thighs close to him before pinching you, a signal to let go, you sighed softly and released him. He sat up and He couldn't wait any longer. He pushed you back onto the bed and spread your legs apart again, positioning himself between them once more and shoved himself inside you with a groan, he loved how soft your pussy felt. Your back arched and you moaned out in ecstasy. “Fuck…!” He held your hips tightly as he started to thrust in and out of you, his pace rough and deep. He grunted with each thrust, his eyes rolling back slightly at the feeling of being inside you. His thrust caused the headboard to hit the wall repeatedly.

And the sound of the headboard hitting the wall only spurred him on more. He leaned down and bit your shoulder. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your moans mixed with his animalistic grunts. You and him both never knew he could get this hard and fast.

“oh shit James!” you moaned out, knowing you couldn’t take the fast and rough pace. In an instant you released on his cock, your juices dripping down onto the bed, his nails digging deep into you as he then emptied himself into you. “fuck!” he groaned through his teeth. His warm seed spilled into you and dripped out of you as he pulled out.

his cock was still hard in his hand. “t-turn around…” He said breathlessly. You slowly nodded your head and flipped over, your face resting on the pillow while your ass was up. He gripped them and squeezed them tightly before giving them a light smack, causing you to softly moan. He leaned down and harshly bit it, causing you to lift your head up and gasp. He sat back up and pushed inside, you whimpered and bit the pillow. he leaned over you back and quickly thrusted, yours and his juices mixing together and the slick noise filled the room.

“J-James!” you muffled into the pillow, as your mixed juices dripped down your thigh and into the bed. he pushed your head deeper into the pillow as he kissed your shoulders. “good girl, good girl…” He whispered, something you both again thought he would never say. James was determined to cum again, anything to make him do it just one more time. He lifted your shirt and unclipped your bra, not caring if you fully took it off or not but he began to knead your breasts with his hands. Your back arched and you began to move your hips along with his thrusts.

James let out a prolonged moaned and your climax hit you by surprise you, you came hard around his cock and he kept thrusting. But your wetness caused james’s cock to slip out of you but he didn’t stop and he continued to smash his hips against your ass. He then noticed and quickly put himself back in and just a couple more thrusts he had spilled inside of you again. He groaned as his hips shook, he slowly pulled out, his cum dripping out of you and onto the bed.

you slowly fell onto the bed and flipped onto your back, slowly catching your breath. James fell next to you and breathed heavily, you both found each other’s hand and intertwined them together.

[ghostbustting]

OKOK i’m thinking maybe this happens backstage two weeks after his burn incident. Maybe your just a casual friend and while your backstage helping him put gel on his arm he makes a joke about not being able to jerk off properly without both hands and you take it a bit too seriously and get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

this has been haunting my dreams for a week lord save me

𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀𝓎

╰┈➤“𝑫𝑶 𝑰𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼„ ๋࣭⭑

James Hetfield x Reader

Contains Smut

I sigh as I sit down on the chair I had pulled out next to James, my eyes on his arm, the skin red as he was still healing from the pyrotechnic accident he had not long ago at the concert they did in Montreal.

I wince seeing the state of his poor left arm, let alone if it was me who had been in his position, feeling what he felt.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I slowly spoke, “So.. you said.. the skin rose off..?” I ask hesitatingly, almost like a doctor would, yet my face was scrunched up as I try to image what it looked like.

James instead chuckled like it was nothing, moving his arm closer to me, “Guess you can say I’m immortal.” He say with a cocky and arrogant smirk, one that I've found myself rolling my eyes to for years. “Now chop chop, I got a show to play.” He gestured towards the gel I previously placed on the dressing table in front of us.

I rolled my eyes and huff, “Bossy.” I muttered.

My hand reach out towards the tub of gel and open it, placing it back on the table before dipping my fingers in it, gathering some of the gel on the tips of my fingers, not too much and not so little.

"How are you even going to play your guitar?" I genuinely ask, slowly and gently applying the gel on his arm, my other hand holding his wrist to keep his arm up.

James sighed in what seemed like relief from the cool gel, leaning back as he begin to relax from the soothing feeling. "Who said I'm playing the guitar?" He answered.

"Eh? Then who is?"

"Kirk's guitar tech, John."

I raise my eyebrows and avert my gaze to his face, a hint of surprise in my expression and voice. "The tall guy?" I ask. Pretty sure that John Marshall guy was about 6 foot.

He shrugs, his eyes on his arms as I continue to apply gel soothingly on the red skin, "I mean, you being short surely exagerates it." He laughed out loud, shaking his head to the point his blond hair shook like a lion's do.

My face scrunched in annoyance, raising my hand to smack his arm out of habit. It was a good thing he stopped me before I could actually hit him, his other hand holding my wrist. "Hey! That's not nice.." He huffed, his face similar to a child being sulky.

I yank my wrist back and roll my eyes. James' immature of a behavior was something I'm used to yet not able to deal with at the same time. So I look down and continue to gently apply the gel over his arm, feeling his gaze upon my fingers as I did.

"So you just sing then?" I ask, this time only keeping my focus on his arm.

I hear him hum at my question as his way to say yes to it. For a while, he and I stayed silent. The only noises were all the movements I did; grabbing the gel, applying the gel, grabbing more, and so on in a loop.

We can also still hear the loud noises from outside of the dressing room; laughters, voices, music, etcetera.

Not long after, James then spoke up again. Even without looking up, I can hear the smirk in his voice. "There's a lot of things I can't do with this arm in this condition actually." He sighed dramatically, making me roll my eyes for what felt like the millionth times today.

He slowly begin listing them off one by one, I had to force my own ears to listen to each and one of them, really. "Put on my clothes properly.. sleep on my left side.. play my guitar, obviously.."

For some reason, he trailed off for a while. Leaving me hanging and curious on what he could be thinking about.

Finished with applying the gel on his arm, I turn the chair I was sitting on and reach forward for the tub of the remaining gel and the lid. Thats when he say,

"...can't jerk off as well.."

I stop dead in my position, slowly turning my head to finally look at him, and just as I thought, there goes the smirk on his face, wide and proud of his own words. Any smart person could see that he was either trying to get a rise out of me, or tease me.

But today was not a perfect day for him to go around and play with me. Not when I woke up in a bad mood, got a bad hair day, ran out of toilet papers, and genuinely had a bad day.

Slowly, I lean back in my seat, my eyes' gaze still lingering on his face and the smirk he had proudly on his lips, how I wish to have the ability to wipe that off his face.

"Let me help you then."

Those words somehow manage to leave my lips.

My previous wish was granted when his smirk finally drops and his eyes widens. For once, his face wasn't filled with such cockiness and instead, filled with whaf seem like genuine surprise.

And for once, the James Hetfield stays silent. For once, the James Hetfield have no words to respond with, no witty comebacks, no laughters. He just.. froze. Quite unlike him, may I note.

Instead, the smirk once wore on his face was transfered to my own face, wearing that same smirk like the roles had switched.

Tilting my head, I let out a chuckle at his dumbfounded reaction. "Cat got your tongue?"

Slowly, I got down from my seat and to the floor, sitting on my knees right in front of him, his manspread position was quite cooperating with my movement, making me sit right between his legs.

I didn't even know what I was thinking. I never thought that one day I'd have zero self respect and just sunk to my knees right in front of my friend.

"You.." James let out a rather awkward chuckle, his body shifting in his seat a little. His body was no longer relaxed, his back no longer resting against the back of his chair, instead he was sittingup straight.

"You're fucking joking—"

"And you're fucking hard."

I rephrased his own words. As a way to answer his confusion and oblivion, my gaze slowly averts down to the crotch of his pants, where a tent was seen due to what was definitely— and surprisingly his hard cock.

Despite the wide playful smirk on my face, there was no doubt I felt surprised inside me at how fast he could get hard just by a silly joke I was doing.

Plan A was to joke around with him and go on with my day.

But seems like I've moved on to Plan B already.

Slowly, I look back up at him and smile softly instead of what was once a playful smirk. I tilt my head, slowly placing my hands on his knees. "Will you let me do it for you?" I ask in a soft innocent voice.

Angel to his eyes, devil to his cock.

James looked down at me with a look in his eyes that I find myself not able to read, no matter how hard I try to find a familiar expression through those blue eyes. For a moment, the heavy breath he let out was the only thing my ears were able to catch. Until he say,

"You have to take off my pants for me though."

Soft smile thrown away, my lips shows him a wicked grin instead, my teeth just ever so slighty peeking through those lips of mine, gloss painted over my lips.

Meanwhile my hands that were placed on his knees slowly travels further up him, to his thigh, then.. to his belt, where I begin to unbuckle his belt.

Our eyes were locked still to each other's. His unreadable eyes to my playful ones.

Yet the eye contact was soon broken when his eyes looked down at the way my hand was already starting to pull down his pants, tugging on it before finally managing to pull it down his thighs.

Once I did, I was met by little James. Wait.. already?

"God, man.. use some boxers!" I grunt and smack his leg, knowing damn well he did not have an injury down there.

He huffed, almost kicking me with his leg. "Hey! I told you it's hard to put on clothes properly!" He exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes at his excuse before turning my attention back to the.. thing.. in front of me.

My gaze was running up and down it, taking notice of every veins seen on the skin, the stiffness of it, and the precum leaking just at the tip. It was twitching just the slightest, something I heard was painful for boys once it isn't taken care of.

Well thank God I have my non existence dick then.

Without even thinking nor wasting another second, my hand grasped onto his cock. A loud sigh being heard above me, a curse slipping out with that sigh that I couldn't quite make out.

Slowly, I begin moving my hands up and down his shaft, somehow managing to be completely casual with it, trying to ignore the way a sweat ran down my forehead.

My fingerpads run over those veins, my grasp slightly tightening every now and then, which manage to pull out hitched breath from James, a noise I unexpectedly grown to love by these seconds.

"F-fuck..." He hissed. I could also take notice of the way his hips slowly thrusts up my hands every now and then. "Faster, damnit.. My hands are way more skillful than yours at this.." He grunted out.

I scoffed, finding it offensive. "Can't fucking say that with that state of an arm, can you?"

Seeking justice, I start to fasten up my strokes, my grasp tightening as far as I can, wrist twisting from time to time, meanwhile more precum seems to be seeking freedom, leaking out in beads from his tip.

James groaned at the feeling, "That's more like it. Oh fuck.." He grunted out through more groans and moans, "Good girl.." Who would've thought other than screaming those lyrics he can also let out such beautiful yet filthy noise like this?

Right, the groupies.

"Still think you're better?"

I spat onto his length, my spit making my stroke on his cock even much more slick, moving at an incredible pace now.

He laughed out loud, "Abso-fucking-lutely I am—"

Before he could stop talking, my mouth cut him off and silenced him. Though this time, instead of cutting him off with words.. I shoved his cock into my mouth.

Bad idea? Possibly. He was.. big, to say the least. Most likely not a size you can see every day, even if you're a cheap whore.

The contact of his cock in my mouth made him much more talkative and nosy, moans were heard more often rather than groans. Not that I'd complain to either of those noises.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" He yelled, one of his hand— his healthy one, travels down to my head, stroking my hair before gripping onto the strands, guiding me little by little as my head bobs up and down his shaft.

The tip of his cock would reach my throat every now and then, I had to force myself to control my throat as his hand was preventing me from letting go of his cock.

At the same time, not long after, he begin to become more urgent in his movement and voice. It was getting more and more crystal clear that he was close to release.

He groaned as he hold my face still, thrusting up into my mouth. "Fuck fuck.. I— shit!!"

Fingers in my hair again, he pushed my mouth down on his cock, my nose brushing against the pubic hair he had right where his cock starts. Tears wells up in my eyes, squeezing shut as they start rolling down my cheeks.

Soon, he began shooting his cum into my throat, the liquid felt warm in my throat as he continued to fill me up with all of his release.

Once he's done, his fingers finally let my hair have their freedom, allowing me to pull back, panting from the lack of breath I had all this time. He was panting as well, leaned back on his chair with his hand on his forehead.

"So this.." I panted out, "..this is what those groupies felt.."

Looking up, I see James shaking his head with a weak grin. "Maybe.. but this is surely not what they make me feel with those lack of skill in their hands.." He chuckled.

I watch as he lean over and wipe off a droplet of cum that was spilled over my lips using his thumb, which he slowly then place in my mouth, not wanting to waste a single cum without me tasting it. His eyes watching my face as I take in his thumb willingly.

"Definitely not as skillful as you."

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Hi! I’m not sure if you do age gap one-shots too much, but thought I’d still ask:).

So I was having thoughts about when Metallica did the Grammys with Lady Gaga? Reader used to be one of Lady Gaga’s backup dancers. So reader is dating James and James decided to bring her to rehearsals with him one day without knowing that she used to be one of Lady Gaga’s back up dancers. Lady Gaga and reader had still been really good friends and when Metallica and her were taking a break, reader and Lady Gaga decided to just mess around a bit and do some of their old dances together. Watching the reader dance, how her body moved, and just how she let Gaga touch her (nothing sexual or anything just that casual touching dancers get sometimes from the main person), it kinda just made James realize how turned on her was by it and the second they get home he gets her to dance for him before making sweet but rough love to her?

I only do age gaps if they're over 18, if not, then I won't do his, I hope you like it!❤

Warnings: age gap, mature content, mature language, smut scenes

Dancing with desire

I never thought much about my past as one of Lady Gaga's backup dancers—at least, not until James invited me to come to one of Metallica’s rehearsals with him. It was supposed to be just another day of watching him work, hanging out with him while he went over his setlist and played guitar. Simple. But I hadn’t realized how much my past with Gaga would affect the way James saw me, and I had definitely never expected it to come up in front of him, especially not in this way.

When I walked into the studio that day, I was excited, but there was a certain tension I hadn’t expected. It wasn’t anything to do with James—he had been so supportive and understanding about my time with Gaga, my dance history. But seeing her again, after all these months, brought back memories I hadn’t thought about in a long time. As soon as we locked eyes, it was like no time had passed. We slipped into our old dynamic, instantly comfortable with one another, like two dancers who had shared years of stage time and knew exactly what the other needed.

We spent the next hour running through old moves, laughing at the routines we used to perform together, a mix of playfulness and muscle memory. My body moved like it always had with her, fluid, instinctive, and without hesitation. There was nothing sexual about it—it was just the casual intimacy dancers have, that bond you form after years of being in sync. Gaga would occasionally touch my arm or guide me into a turn, and I didn’t think much of it. That kind of touch between dancers is normal, comforting even. But I could feel James watching us. I could feel his gaze on me, heavy and focused.

I tried not to pay attention, but it was hard not to notice. The way his eyes followed me, the way he stood there so still, as if he was taking in every movement I made. I thought maybe I was imagining it, but there was something different in his expression, something that felt more intense than I had ever seen before. It wasn’t just admiration anymore—it was like he was seeing me in a new light, something about my dance and my connection with Gaga awakening something inside him.

When we finally took a break, I noticed that James wasn’t saying much. He was quieter than usual, his mind clearly somewhere else. I figured he was just processing everything, but I could see the way he was looking at me, his eyes dark with something I hadn’t seen before. It was a look that made my pulse quicken, and suddenly, I wasn’t sure how to act around him. I thought maybe we’d brush it off and move on with the day, but there was a shift in the air.

When we finally got home, it was clear something had changed between us. The quiet tension that had built up earlier was now palpable. James didn’t waste any time—he came right up to me, his hands sliding around my waist as he pulled me into his arms. His eyes were still heavy with that same look from earlier, a kind of hunger that was impossible to ignore.

“Dance for me,” he said, his voice low and rough, as if it was something he had been wanting to ask but hadn’t known how.

At first, I didn’t know how to respond. It wasn’t like James to ask me to do something like that—not like this. But there was something in the way he said it, something in the way he was looking at me, that made it impossible for me to say no.

I didn’t even think about it. I just put on some music and moved, letting my body take over. The movements came naturally, almost instinctively, like I was back in that studio with Gaga. Every stretch, every turn, felt like it was a part of me. But this time, every step felt different. Every movement was for James. His eyes were locked on me, and I could feel him drinking in every detail of my performance, his gaze never leaving me. The intensity in his eyes was palpable, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

It wasn’t just the dance that was making the air thick with tension; it was the way he responded to it. His hands would twitch as if he was dying to touch me, and yet he kept his distance, as if waiting for me to finish. I could tell he was barely holding it together, like he was caught between watching me and wanting me closer.

When I finally finished, breathless and flushed, I looked at him, unsure of what would come next. But James didn’t say a word. He moved toward me, his hands cupping my face, and he kissed me, slow at first, as if testing the waters. His lips were soft but demanding, like he was trying to hold on to this moment where everything had shifted between us.

But it didn’t stay slow for long. His kiss deepened, growing more urgent, and I could feel him pulling me closer, his hands sliding down to my back, as if he couldn’t get enough of me. The way he touched me now wasn’t like before—it wasn’t just about love, it was about something raw, something powerful that had built up over the course of the day. He wasn’t just kissing me; he was showing me how badly he wanted me, how much he was affected by everything he had seen, by the way my body moved, by the way I danced.

As the kiss deepened, the world around us faded into a blur. James’s hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him, the heat emanating from his body setting my skin ablaze. There was an urgency in his touch, a raw need that ignited something deep within me.

“I need you,” he breathed, his voice low and commanding. The intensity in his gaze was electric, and I felt a delicious flutter in my stomach.

With a swift motion, he guided me backward until the cool leather of the couch met the backs of my thighs. I gasped as he pressed me down, his body hovering above mine, a mix of strength and desire radiating from him. “Stay right there,” he instructed, locking his eyes with mine, searching for reassurance.

“Yes,” I whispered, feeling exhilarated by the command.

James descended, his lips trailing delicate kisses down my neck, each touch igniting a trail of fire across my skin. He took his time, savoring, teasing, as if he were mapping out every inch of me. I could feel his breath hot against my skin, teasing me just enough to make my heart race with anticipation.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice thick with need, weaving intimacy into the dominance he exuded.

“I want you inside me,” I breathed, the words slick with longing. I craved the fullness of him, the wild intensity of our bodies coming together.

The look in his eyes shifted—his possessiveness deepened. He deftly shed his pants, positioning himself between my legs, powerful and commanding. “Hold on tight,” he instructed, the promise in his voice sending shivers down my spine.

With a smooth, deliberate thrust, he entered me, and my breath hitched, overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled by him. The initial shock of him was intoxicating, and I gasped, pressing my palms against his chest, feeling the sheer strength in his muscles.

“Just like that,” I encouraged breathlessly, feeling the heat between us swell as he began to move, each thrust deliberate and deep. It started slow, allowing me to savor every inch, but the heat was building faster than I could keep up with.

“You feel incredible,” he grunted, his breaths growing heavier. The way he moved was a mix of tenderness and raw need, a dance that sent electric waves of pleasure shooting through me.

“James,” I gasped, my body arching instinctively beneath him. The way he looked at me, with equal parts admiration and desire, made every nerve in my body hum.

“Don’t hold back,” I urged, aching for him to unleash the intensity simmering beneath the surface. “I want all of you.”

A primal sound escaped him, something low and hungry, and without hesitation, he picked up the pace, thrusting into me with a fierceness that took my breath away. The couch shifted beneath us, the sound of skin slapping against skin merging with our breathless gasps.

“God, you’re so perfect,” he breathed, fingers digging into my hips as he thrust harder, every movement rough yet filled with an underlying sweetness that made it all the more intoxicating. He pulled the intensity from deep within himself, pouring everything he had into this moment.

The way he held me was a declaration; I belonged to him. I could feel the possessiveness in every thrust as he anchored me to the couch, his strong body hovering over mine like a shield.

“Yes, James!” I cried, surrendering fully to the pleasure coursing through me. He was relentless, pushing me to the edge and holding me there, building the tension until it felt like fireworks were sparking in my veins.

“Let go,” he commanded, his voice a low growl as his thrusts grew more urgent, more desperate. “I want to feel you falling apart around me.”

The pressure mounted, every powerful thrust of his driving me closer to the brink. I could feel myself spiraling, caught between the pleasure and the intoxicating grip of his control.

“James!” I gasped, the wave of release crashing into me like a torrent, tears of pleasure escaping the corners of my eyes as I surrendered completely. My body quaked around him, and I felt every bit of him pulsing inside me.

He followed right after, his groan echoing through the room, a rich sound that vibrated deep within me as we tumbled over the edge together. The world blurred, our bodies melding into one as we rode the waves of ecstasy, the rawness of our connection leaving me utterly breathless.

As we finally came down from our high, the world around us faded into a comfortable stillness. I lay wrapped in James's arms, his warmth radiating against my skin. He brushed my hair back from my forehead, and the tenderness of the gesture made my heart swell.

“You were incredible,” he whispered, his voice soft but thick with emotion, like he needed me to know just how much I meant to him in that moment.

I smiled, my cheeks warming as I melted against him. “So were you.” I could still feel the echoes of our intensity, every beat of my heart resonating with the connection we’d just forged.

He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “I’ve waited so long for this,” he murmured, the gravity of his words wrapping around us like a heavy curtain. “You have no idea how much I needed you.”

His confession sent a thrill through me, igniting something deeper than just physical desire. “I’m glad it was you,” I whispered back, feeling the weight of vulnerability in the air between us.

In that moment, everything else faded away. The laughter, the struggles, the world outside—none of it mattered. It was just us, two souls fully entwined in a dance that felt both sweet and consuming.

We lay there, quiet and content, each breath we shared a silent promise of what was to come. The connection we had discovered pulsed between us, a newfound anchor amidst the chaos of life.