~Loverman~ James Hetfield x (Fem) Reader

Enter Sandman

As he un-clipped the back and started to take it off, I could hear the other 3 yelling for James. "DUDE WHERE IS HE?" Kirk shouted, "I DON'T FOCKING KNOW DUDE! HE WENT OFF WITH Y/N SOMEWHERE THEY'RE PROBABLY FOCKING.." Lars yelled back at him. "James you gotta-" I gasped lightly at James' touch, going anywhere he desired. "James... save this for l-later.. you have to go..." I lightly sighed. "In a minute. I want more of you.."

He got closer to me, our chests touching. He towered over me, demanding something out of me. I enjoyed this feeling a lot, I wanted James to do anything he wanted to me at this moment, but with the others here he couldn't. "JAMES IS THAT YOU?" Lars yelled, I saw him running down the hall our way. "Shit... here. Don't let him see" James whispered handing me my bra he threw on the floor. I didn't have time to put it back on, but I had time to hide it so Lars wouldn't get the idea, unless he looked at my boobs for some reason. "Dude c'mon we need you!" Lars said trying to bring James to the recording booth. James came down to my level to whisper something to me, "I'll see you in a bit. You know where we are. Do whatever you need to do for when we get home, I'm making sure you ain't walking straight for a week." James' words sent a shiver down my spine, I couldn't wait for us to get home, I want him now. Him teasing me like that, that wasn't gonna help him either. I watched as they left the dark hallway into the recording booth. I headed to the bathroom to put my bra back on.

I left and headed to the recording room, I watched as they read over some lyrics to change some stuff. James noticed me standing at the door, "Come in. We're just looking over some lyrics and shit." he told me. I walked in going behind James, resting my arms on his shoulders. I kissed him on the cheek and looked at the notebook, "Enter Sandman" was written at the top. "Whatcha think of this?" James asked me as I read over the lyrics. "It looks good. What's is about?" I asked him, he hesitated slightly so I thought it was something extremely weird, "Uh.. it's about crib death.."

How do I reply to that? "Oh.."

"You still think it's good?" he chuckled lightly, "Oh yeah! That was just kind of shocking. It looks like it's... catchy, for a song about that.." I told him. "Can I hear it?"

"Yeah sure! We just have like a prerecord of it for the basics, it's not the one going on the record though. We're gonna record the final thing today though!" he told me.

As I listened to the recording of the song, James was giving me weird stares. I didn't know what he was thinking, and honestly I didn't want to know. Gosh, James being James, he's probably thinking about what would've happened in the hallway if we weren't interrupted by Lars. Wait, now I'm imagining that... and it's making me feel so needy..

The song came to an end, James was zoned out looking at me at this point.

"Yo James you good?" Kirk laughed, waving his hand in front of James. "Hm? Yeah. Yeah I'm fine. Just.. thinking. So, Y/N, you like it?" James was brought back. "Yeah! Sounds good!" I told them with a smile. I watched as James chest rose and fell rather quickly, as if he were panting.

jaymz pov

God I can't stand her right now. She's just sitting there, so innocently. I want her pinned on that wall, no, I want her pinned down on a bed. I want her to cry my name as I give her everything she's ever asked me. Shit I can't think this stuff right now... but I just can't stand this. Her telling me in her.. annoying voice.. "wait till tonight"... I want that annoying voice filling the room with sounds of her getting all her desires.

I was brought back out of my thoughts when she spoke to me, "James?".

"Yeah?"  I brought my attention up to admire her gorgeous face. "You okay? You keep like, zoning out!" she said. "Hmm, yeah I'm fine." just thinking about absolutely destroying you tonight.

"Okay! Can we go back to finish that.. conversation from earlier?" she asked. "Yes. Yes absolutely." I quickly shot up, bringing her out of the recording booth as we were taking a quick break.

"James.. you know I can't wait for later after what you did. I hate you.." she laughed lightly, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck. "I hate you more" I said, dragging us into a separate room of the studio. I slammed the door shut, immediately pinning her to a wall. She lightly sighed when I placed my hands on her hips, while my calloused hand travelled up her shirt again. "James.." she sighed. I made eye contact with her, she had the neediest eyes I've ever seen from her. I inhaled deeply before kissing her, slowly tracing my kisses down her neck. I left light bruises on her neck as I kissed down.

"P-please James.." she lightly whispered to me, trying to unbuckle my belt. "Aren't you needy? I thought you wanted to wait." I teased her slightly, "James please.. I need you right now." she said. "I love when you beg." I whispered to her. I un clipped her bra, throwing it on the floor again. "Take your shirt off, James" she said. I quickly took off my shirt, throwing it in a similar spot as her laced black bra. "You're so beautiful James.." she sighed, tracing her hand down my chest to the zipper on my jeans. "I can say the same about you." I told her, tugging at her shirt lightly. "Then say it." she told me, "You're beautiful.." I told her. I could feel her smile into our kiss, I love treating her this way. Treating her like a princess all day but then demolishing her at times like this. It's wonderful.

"May I?" I asked, pulling on her shirt more. She didn't reply, but ripped her shirt off herself. I admired her for a quick second, before going back to the kiss. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist, as my hands held her up by her thighs. To our luck, there was a couch in this random room I never knew about, so I took her to it, her legs still wrapped around my waist. I grind against her lightly, as I had the ability to with her legs around my waist. I felt as she tried to unzip my jeans, "Just.. just let me do it!" I chuckled, unzipping it for her. She covered her face embarrassed from the failed attempt, but I didn't care. I took my jeans off, throwing them on the floor. I started to take off her pants too, as she slammed her hips against mine so it was easier.

I didn't know how much time we had left until I had to go back, but shit I don't care. I honestly want them to come looking for us, and for them to hear her pretty sounds. The sounds of her screaming my name, and them hearing, knowing they can't have her, it's turning me on more than it should.