~Loverman~ James Hetfield x (Fem) Reader

Let them hear you

It's been a few weeks since, almost a month, and honestly, I didn't ever expect James to be as caring as he is. When you first look at him, you'd probably think he's an asshole (that's Lars though, not James), but he's such a sweet person. I feel cared for whenever he's in my presence. He cares for me, in all ways I could imagine. Not something I expected, but I love it. I don't think we've had many conflicts in our relationship so far too, the worst was an argument about who gets which side of the bed from now on. James had left and just drove around for a few minutes before coming back and settling it by playing rock paper scissors. Sometimes, there's things you won't expect from him.

"James wake up.." I signed, rubbing James' bare forearm that was wrapped around my waist. "5 more minutes, ay?"  he croaked, obviously tired. " James was always tired after... let's just say, exciting nights. "James, we have to leave soon. I know it's early but you're not missing this" I tell James, trying to release myself from his death grip. "Just.. 5 more minutes." he pulled me back down, burying his head into the crook of my neck. I sigh, laying back down, "Okay, fine. But only 5, we have to leave in about an hour and you take forever to get ready." James had immediately fallen back asleep as I heard his light snores start to begin. Luckily, it wouldn't be enough time for him to get too into his sleep... he's a louder snorer.

About 3 minutes had passed, I was bored of staring at the wall. "James it's been 5 minutes, get up." I pull his arm off of me. "5.. more minutes.." he groans, "No. Get up." I escape his grip on me, leaving the bed. James sat up and rubbed his eyes a bit, fixing his hair that had fallen to the side. James was absolutely adorable when he woke up...

He watched as I put my clothes on, his eyes not looking away until I was fully dressed. "James, get up and dressed. You have to go soon." I told him. I walked over to the bed taking away the blanket hoping it'll make him get up. He stared at me like a teenager having to go to school. He sighed heavily and got up, rummaging through the dresser to find his usual jeans and a band shirt. He threw the clean clothes onto the bed, perfectly wrinkling them. I watch as he stretched and cracked his back, not a pretty sound. He put his kill 'em all shirt on, hiding his stunning upper body. "I'm gonna go get breakfast ready, I'll trust you to come out." I told him as I left the bedroom, heading to my kitchen.

I quickly put together cereal and placed James' bowl across from me on the table, waiting for him to come out. I assumed he wasn't, so I went back to the bedroom, to find James completely covering the bed in a starfish position. "James, seriously get up now. You have to leave soon and I'm not dealing with you" I groan trying to pull him off the bed, but him being as heavy as he was wasn't making it any easier.

There was only 1 solution to making him get up, and I didn't want to use it, but I didn't know if I had a choice. He needed to go down to the studio today to work on their new album a bit.

"James" I whispered to him, "hm?" his attention was peaked. "If you get up.." I thought about this for a second, "I'll let you do anything you want to do with me tonight..."

He was flustered, he jumped off the bed "I've been persuaded, thank you!" I sigh a bit, not prepared for this. I follow him to the kitchen, watching him sit down as he starts to basically devour his breakfast. I sit across from him watching him, not really admiring this view though. I laugh a bit under my breath, taking more calmer bites of food than James was.

...

"You ready, James?" I asked swinging the car keys around my finger. "Yeah!" he said, putting his shoes on. I left the house and got in the car, awaiting James. I watch as he runs to the car, trying to avoid all the puddles in the walkway, he was mostly successful. "You didn't see that..!" he laughs, closing his door and fastening his seatbelt. I smiled at him before I started the drive. To the studio from my house, it wasn't too long of a drive. About 15 minutes, if the traffic is bad.

I pulled in to the studios small parking lot, "Alright get out of my car and never come back" I tell James. He got out, slammed the door and gave me the middle finger through the window. I smiled at him, getting out of the car to follow him inside. "Hey guys!" Lars shouts when he sees us enter, I waved at him as James ran to him embracing him in an awkward hug. Lars and James had a great friendship, and I loved it. A lot. Seeing them happy to see each other after like 2 days of being away made me happy for them. It amazes me how James has dealt with Lars since 1981 though...

"Hey Lars!" I say, as they leave their hug. "Sup!" he shouts hugging me tightly, I try to pull out of the hug after a couple seconds, as it was getting slightly awkward. "Y/N can you come with me for a minute?" James whispered to me. "Yeah!" I followed him down the hall, to an area where we couldn't see anyone, and no one could see us. Did I have a slight idea where this was going to go? Yes. Yes I do.

James slightly pinned me to the wall, one hand above my shoulder, and his other on my waist, "I know you said tonight, but can I just have you now? Why do I have to wait so long..." I inhaled deeply, "James not now— wait for later..." I told him. He groaned, and started trailing his hand up my waist. The feeling of his hand on me was making me want him badly, but I just couldn't do this here. "James, no-" he cut me off with a deep kiss. "I know you want this, what's stopping you?" he asked, sliding his hand under my shirt. "The others. I don't want them to hear.." I sighed at the feeling of his hand trailing higher up. "So? Let them hear you. Let them hear you scream my name." he said, his hand now on the back of my bra.