Reader x James Hetfield pt.2
warnings: smut, slightly bdsm, kinky, spanking, priest kink
a/n: this kinda sucks ngl
Weeks went by. Those dreams just would not go away. They kept coming to me every single night. I mean every night those dreams were there.
You couldn't stop thinking about him, about his piercing blue eyes that watched you as if they knew something you didn't, his soft, full lips, his firm, slightly husky voice in which you imagined all the dirty things he could whisper in your ear, his thick, strong arms capable of strangling you if he wanted, and… what you liked most about him, his hands, large, veiny, and thick. And every time these thoughts crossed your mind, you felt guilty, because you knew better than anyone that you couldn't think like that about a person, much less a priest; that was a sin, and that would make you a sinner, something you didn't want but couldn't avoid. You felt sick. Every night you prayed for those thoughts to leave your mind, but the more you prayed for them to go away, the stronger your desire to be with him became.
You tried every solution, but nothing worked. So, in desperation, you decided to confess to Father James, hoping he could help you.
You entered the dimly lit temple, guided by the scent of ancient oak and incense. The silence was thick, almost suffocating. The candles cast long shadows that seemed to watch you as you walked in.
You knelt in the small, dark wooden alcove; the leather of the kneeler creaked beneath your weight. Beside you, a cold metal grille separated your face from the priest, allowing your voice to flow while your identity remained protected by the shadows… though you knew he would recognize your voice.
You were nervous. Your hands felt damp, your heart pounded in your chest, the habit felt heavier than usual on your body.
The air grew tense, James was breathing heavy, and a wave of heat washed over both of you.
“They come from my weakness, Father… from my own desire,” you confessed, guilt and fear in your voice.
“Can you describe the kind of thoughts you’re having? Describe them to me,” James ordered, his tone firm and commanding.
“Father, I don’t know if… I should,” you said hesitantly.
“Do it. Now,” James ordered.
You felt the pressure—and you had no choice but to do it.
“I think about… a man who… touches me… and we have sex.” It was very hard for you to describe those thoughts, since they were something very personal and you had never said anything like that out loud before.
When you finished explaining your thoughts and dreams, a heavy silence filled the confessional. James moved closer to the screen and asked, his voice rougher,
“Do those thoughts… have a name?”
You stayed quiet for a few seconds before speaking..
James listened to your confession without interrupting. For a few seconds, he stayed silent… and then a slow, dangerous smile spread across his lips.
He knew. He had always known.
The desire wasn’t one-sided. It was burning in both of you.
“Sin needs to be purified, y/n,” he murmured in a deep voice, almost a whisper that seemed to slide over your skin. “Come with me to my office and I’ll free you from all sin.”
You stepped out of the confessional. The echo inside the church seemed to amplify every footstep as you followed him. But he didn’t head toward his usual office. Instead, he opened a small side door that led to a spiral staircase.
Each step echoed off the stone walls. The air grew heavier, more intimate. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, your hands trembling slightly, your breathing growing faster. You didn’t know if it was fear… or anticipation.
After what felt like an eternity, you reached a dark wooden door.
James opened it calmly and, stepping aside slightly, made a graceful gesture with his hand.
The room was spacious and quiet. A perfectly made bed with white sheets sat in the center, topped by a crucifix on the wall. On one side, a large antique wardrobe; on the other, a desk covered with papers and books. Everything was immaculate. Everything was in order. Too much order.
The contrast with what was thrumming between you made the air feel electric.
“Why did you bring me here, James?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady as you held his gaze.
You weren’t used to being alone with him. Much less in a closed room. Much less knowing everything you had imagined.
He stepped closer slowly, closing the distance with an almost predatory confidence.
“To punish you, y/n,” he said, his voice dangerously soft. “Carnal desire is cured by facing it… little one.”
His fingers brushed a strand of your hair aside with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the fire in his eyes.
“And that’s exactly what I’m going to do with you, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Make every forbidden thought you’ve tried to hide come true.”
Your eyes locked. A shiver ran down your spine. You felt heat rising through your skin, your pulse racing, the electricity between you building like a storm ready to break.
“So… what now?” you asked, barely above a whisper.
James held your gaze a moment longer, as if savoring the absolute control of the moment.
He leaned towards you, his voice brushing against your ear.
—Now… —murmuró—bend over, Im gonna teach you how to be a good girl
His words left you speechless. You didn't know what to do. Well, you knew what you had to do, but not how to react. What are you supposed to do in a situation like this? Leave? Obey him?
"Don't make me say it twice." You reacted quickly and obeyed. Bending over the desk, he positioned himself behind you and grabbed a spanking paddle. As its name suggests, he began to spank you. What was supposed to be a punishment, something that was supposed to hurt, for some strange reason, began to feel good. You started to feel pleasure from the pain and couldn't help but let out a moan. Hearing that, James stopped.
"What's wrong? Do you like it?" he asked. You didn't answer. You didn't know whether to tell him the truth or not.
"Answer me," he ordered firmly, and you nodded.
"Use your words, say it loud so I can hear you."
“Yes, Father, I like it,” you said firmly, though your voice trembled slightly. A mischievous smile spread across his face, and his eyes darkened with desire.
James turned you around and lifted you onto the desk, positioning himself between your legs. Now you were face to face, looking at him, feeling that tension and carnal desire you'd felt from the very first moment. Without further ado, you kissed. It wasn't pretty; it was messy, rushed, and above all, intense. You were consumed by each other. You could feel your tongues fighting inside your mouths and your teeth brushing against each other. James held you tightly by the waist as if you were about to slip away. He pulled you closer and began to lift your skirt. His hand slipped between your legs, he moved your underwear to the side, and he started caressing your pussy.
“Damn, you’re soaked.” He didn’t waste any time, he pulled down his pants and slowly slid it in. You felt your walls tighten around his big, thick penis, experiencing a kind of pain mixed with pleasure that drove you wild.
“Are you ready, angel?” he asked in a deep voice, and you nodded. He began to move inside you, slowly at first, but then he increased his speed and started going deeper than ever before. His thrusts were constant and deep, making you feel things you never thought possible.
He grabbed your legs and placed them over his shoulders, creating an angle that gave you even more pleasure.
"Ahh god," you moaned, feeling your legs tighten around him.
"C'mon sweetie, cum for me," he said with a smirk, slapping your ass and going faster. You came all over him, writhing beneath him. After the intense orgasm, he quickly pulled out and came on your lower abdomen.
And you knew this wouldn't be the first or the last time this would happen, because you had become a sinner.