Metallica smut/fluff || x reader

91. James Hetfield // 2 x 4 PT.3

Y/n's pov
•••two days later•••
Smutt: Praising, spanking, hair pulling

I walked into Metallica's studio after a long day of working and doing shoots, so it was just annoying and tiring. I heard my heels click from underneath me as I approached the recording studio I automatically assumed Jason would be inside of, just before turning the cold metal doorknob, hearing the click and then pushing it open with the door squeaking. I peered inside and noticed no one inside at first before hearing someone...singing.

I glanced into the booth through the window as I stepped inside, letting the heavy door shut, just as I saw James standing inside the recording booth singing lyrics with no music behind it.

"I'm gonna take you, shake you, break you, put the screws into you...what? Okay..." He was thinking about this hard, I could tell from the face contortion he had and the way he smacked his tongue while trying to think.

I bent over to the mic in the recording studio and smiled while I never once took my eyes off him, "You sound so good, Hetfield," I noticed how startled he got as he quickly jumped at my sudden words into the headphones he was wearing as he quickly looked through the window and saw me, "Would you like to sing more for me?" I laughed lightly as he ripped the headphones off and walked inside the studio before smirking at me.

"And what're you doing here, hun?" He asked me while shutting the booth's door and leaning against it.

I rubbed the back of my neck with my hand as I sighed heavily, "Had a long day at work and I was looking for Jason. Have you seen him?"

James nodded at me, "Yeah, he's just down the hall in the other recording booth."

I had a sigh of relief as I smiled and nodded, "Thank you, James."

I went and opened the heavy door but James didn't want me to leave as he quickly pulled me back inside and shut the door, "No, baby, I want you to talk to me. Forget about Jason and pay attention to me."

I looked up at him and hitched my breath as he was closer than he was in the elevator two days ago, too close for comfort.

I smiled up at him, "Well, I came here for Jason. But, I guess I could talk to you.."

James smirked and pointed at a chair for me to sit down at as I sat in a rolling chair, James also did the same thing with a chair next to me. He faced me in the chair to which I turned to face him, interested in what he wanted.

I then remembered walking in on the beautiful song he was singing, so I brought it up, "So, I heard part of the new song you're writing. I like it a lot. But what does it mean?"

James smirked a little and looked away and then back at me shaking his head, "Normally I would share a thing like that but not this time, sugar. I gotta finish the song first."

I narrowed my eyes a little and nodded before seeing him manspread just a little to which caught my eye, making my breathing unbalanced and my inhales sharp as I looked at him, "Well, I only swung by because my work has been stressful, very complicated, also making me very stiff all the time."

James furrowed his brows and cocked his head, "Stiff?"

I nodded again and sighed, "Doing a walk. I get nervous and sometimes my muscles tighten up and they've been like this for about maybe two days? Yeah," I confirmed how long I've been this way just as James stood.

"Would you like me to loosen it?" He asked me while pointing to the couch.

I bit my lip a little bit and almost wanted to say no but the forced answer out of me was, "Yes."