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James Hetfield X Y/N (MS)

James POV

I fucking love concerts. I love playing with Lars, Cliff and Kirk. I get comments from fans all the time, some go like 'Come fuck me later, here's my number baby'. Some are 'Your voice doesn't match you- it's strong and angry but I can tell you're sweet and soft', but I've gotten a few that tell me to go die under a buss- it's so weird, I know. Like, what dickhead would let someone die under a bus?

Anyways.

Kirk walks over to me with his guitar strapped to his bare back.

"Come on man! Jump in the bus with us. We're going to the nearest pub, us boys are exhausted as fuck." Kirk says, carefully circling his fingers through his curly hair.

"Fuck yeah, I'm totally up for some drinks. And a bit of fucking, too!" I say. I love going to pubs with the boys, we always get into the best shit.

I get on the bus with Lars, Cliff and Kirk and we tell the driver to go to the nearest pub. He nods his head and takes off. We sit back down in awkward silence.

"So, do you guys wanna play a game?" Cliff asks, fiddling with his bulging dick.

"Sure, I guess." Lars replies. "What game?"

Cliff smirks. "The first to fuck the hottest chick at the bar gets my dick."

Me, Kirk, Cliff and Lars look at each other. I lick my lips and I can see Lars with a growing boner. Kirk walks over to the telephone on the bus and I know he's calling his girlfriend.

We arrive at the pub, twelve minutes later. I scan my eyes around the crowd and immediately try to pick out the hottest chick i can see.

To my left, almost out of my sight, is the prettiest girl ever. Luckily I'm single, so I can't get in trouble for this. She's got long brown hair with blonde strands here and there, and it looks very similar to Dave Mustaine's hair. She's sitting alone with no drinks.

I make sure Kirk, Lars and Cliff haven't seen her, but I can't even see them. Shit, I gotta hurry if I want Cliff's packing schlong. I run over to her and lift her into a spin.

"What the fuck?!" The girl says. She'll be so shocked when she sees who I am, so I ignore her.

I put her onto my shoulders and she snatches my hair, tempted to not fall off. Judging by a small gasp followed by silence and a loosened grip on my hair, I think she has a good idea of who I am.

I walk over to the men's bathroom and I have to duck so the girl on my shoulders doesn't hit her head. I sigh as I see Cliff in there, leaning a woman against the wall and fucking her. I walk out and enter the women's bathroom. And of course, Kirk has already occupied the space. I hear my girl giggle and I walk out.

"Shh, baby. You're gonna want all attention on me, not Kirk. Now tell me, doll, what's your name?" I say, now walking to the back of the pub.

"I'm Y/N. And I happen to know you are the sexiest man ever to exist." She says, giggling.

"Y/N. What a nice name, haven't heard anything like that. Usually, the girls I meet have basic female names. But I really like your name. Y/N- fuck, I love saying that." I put her down on the cleanest bench and kiss her cheek.

Licking my lips, now really fucking horny, I slowly unzip and pull down my pants. Y/N takes off her shirt and unties her bra. She tries to take off her skirt but I slap her wrists and do it for her. I look at where she is looking, and I realise that she's drooling over my dick. I gotta agree- it is a pretty beautiful sight.

Without warning, I thrust into her and she screams with wide eyes of pleasure. I immediately go at full speed and she moans each time I enter her. She reaches up and pulls at my long blonde hair and I groan.

"Shit, I'm 'boutta blow!" Y/N screams, pulling harder at my hair.

I close my eyes and take in the warm feeling. I let my insides flow into her and I pull out my dripping dick. I think that I've had enough but Y/N decides to get on all fours, head-height with my creamy dick.

She looks up at me for permission, and I nod. She quickly gets to work, deep-throating my dick, going so far that it tickles my puebes. Her tongue gives no mercy to my tip, licking it desperately. I feel a little uncomfortable about how good she is at blowjobs, but boy does it make me feel so good.

She stands up, a little wobbly, and attacks my sweaty forehead with licks and kisses and we have a heated make-out session for a few minutes. I hear someone open the nearby door and I come to my senses, leaping on top of Y/N and covering her sexy nude body.

It's Lars.

"Get a fucking room, Hetfield." Lars says, quickly looking away when he sees my dick.

"Well, maybe don't come out here uninvited!" I yell. I can feel Y/N kissing my back and I calm down. "We'll be back soon, just let us get dressed."

"Alright man. Just know that I probably won." Lars says, walking back into the pub.

I get off Y/N and we put our clothes back on in silence.

"I love you, Y/N." I say. I aim my lips for hers but she turns away, making me kiss her cheek.

"What does he mean by, 'just know that I probably won'? What were you doing before you came here?" Y/N looks straight into my eyes, looking for her answer. She gasps. "It was a bet, or a game, wasn't it? Ugh, I can't believe you!"

She tries to walk away but I snatch her arm. "Yes, Y/N. It was a game. But I really do love you. Can I please see you again?" I say, slightly shaking. Did Lars seriously just fuck this up for me?

I'm about to walk away from her when she suddenly pulls me into a tight hug and kisses me everywhere on my face. I'm surprised, but I don't deny her.

We make out again for the next minute, then we walk back into the pub holding hands. I introduce Y/N to my bandmates and we get onto the bus, heading home. We make it official a few days later, and Y/N moves in with me. And it'll be like that for who knows how long, but boy do I hope it lasts forever.