Metallica smut/fluff || x reader

23. James Hetfield // Load Era

You can tell by the title, this is his load era and during spicy time, he is NOT very nice. So basically this is kinda like the story of you and your boyfriend were in a toxic relationship and so you go to see him on Valentine's Day seeing someone else with him at the time too so, you and James got down and dirty with in beautiful mansion (you were his maid btw)
Kinks: spanking, choking
James's pov*

I had been watching her every move. Her small frame moved as she was cleaning my house in her tight outfit. God, I wanted to rip it off her so bad and go touch her and to just taste her.

"James?" My wife said.

I looked at her and nod while I sip the last drop of my whiskey.

"Did you hear me at all? Jesus. I said I'm going out with Nathan tonight. There's a business meeting and I need to go. I won't be back until tomorrow." She told me.

I nod and look down, "Sounds good. Have fun."

She walked away and then left while I heard Y/n stumble and swear under her breath.

"I-I'm sorry, Mr.Hetfield." She said weakly.

I looked at her and run my hand through my middle length hair and watch her as she lifted up a picture frame she accidentally knocked over. It was of me and my wife.

"It's okay, darlin'. You did nothing wrong." I tell her.

The last time I had her pinned against my wall was last year and I only had fucked her that time was because I came back from a world tour and was in need of pleasure, so she fulfilled my special needs. And I was craving that again tonight...especially her. I was craving her and have been for months on months.

"Mr.Hetfield? I finished downstairs and the Christmas decorations. Would you like me to carry on in your bedroom?" She asked me while the skirt she wore was pretty short and the tank top she wore was tight, pushed against her breasts and fuck, they looked so delicious.

"Sure, darlin'. Go ahead." I say and wash my cup out.

She walked away and up my spiral staircase with her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. I saw her drop something and so she bent over to pick it up with the lace of her black thong showing with her ass. I felt my cock grow and harden so I groaned and rest my face in my palms.

"Mr.Hetfield? Are you okay?" Her petite voice echoed in the house.

I nod, "Yes, princess. I'm fine- just carry on."

She listened to me and carried on as I began to think of how loud and amazing she would sound if I just pounded her and made her mine in the span of 15-20 minutes. I would fuck her until sunrise and I wouldn't even be finished with her...gosh I need her. I made my way upstairs and into my bedroom where I saw her cleaning up and closing my curtains since it was nighttime out and my fireplace just before my bed was on with my bed neatly made. She saw me resting against my doorframe, watching her and so she set her things down and mad eye contact with me.

"Is something bothering you, Mr.Hetfield?" She asked me.

I gulped and looked her up and down before shaking my head, "No. no, nothing at all."

She tilted her head a bit which made my cock grow more so I was in more pain. I strained and pressed my head against the frame more and slightly cover my crotch.

"James, sit down." She said and came to me, wrapping her arm around mine.

I looked down at her and pinned her against my wall roughly. She looked up at me with doe eyes and glanced at my bulging, throbbing cock through my jeans.