James Hetfield (2023 M72) x fem!reader
Summary: Y/n is a tattoo artist who gets to tattoo her favourite rockstar. Little does she know what happens after the session
Warnings: Smut MDNI 18+ semi-public sex, SPDA, palming (m and f receiving and giving), age gap (reader is late 20s and james is 60)
A/N: Hey everyone I am so so sorry it took so long to finish and post this fic, these past few months has had me crazy stressed with family issues and personal issues that has affected both my time and my motivation to write. I'm back now. This fic is from the poll I posted all the way back in feb/march, so it's finally done. I hope you all like it <3
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Known as the best tattoo artist of the year in Vail, Y/n is known for her extremely detailed tattoos all around the state. Even some of her clients come from far parts of state just to get detailed tattoos from her. From detailed designs to realistic art, her clients were never disappointed with how she would tattoo, the designs never failing to satisfy her clients.
She began to learn how to tattoo ever since she was sixteen, having a strong passion for it while she and her father watched tattoo shows on TV and would read magazines about famous tattoo artists, sparking her interest to become one herself; carrying it over into her adult life. Something about the buzzing of the needle gun and having the opportunity to show her work made her feel like she could release the artistic side of her, satisfying her artistic side.
In present day at 11:45am, she finishes up tattooing a regular client, packing up the used needles and paper towels when the bell rings on the door. She looks up from her station, spotting someone she never expected to see, her favourite band member; James Hetfield. Seeing his tall broaded stature covered in his signature tattoos that every metal fan knows about. The receptionist greets him at the desk, James mentioning who his tattoo will be done by; which is done be her. She knew she was booked by a guy named James, but she never knew she was going to be tattooing the legend himself standing in the same room as her.
Y/n finishes tidying her workspace before she walks over to the receptionist and James to greet them, a warm welcoming expression on her face as she tries not to lose her mind that her childhood idol is standing right in front of her. "Hi. Y/n, right?" James asks to confirm. She nods with a small smile on her face as they shake hands, his warm larger hand almost covering her smaller one entirely. "That's me, I'm your artist for today." She replies as they let go of each other's hands. She gestures at him to follow her to the consultation area, her sneakers and his boots squeaking almost silently along the timber flooring as they approach the seating area fitted with a leather couch and a dmall table and chair opposite side.
They both take a seat with James on the couch and Y/n on the other, discussing what he would like to get done and the location of where the tattoo will be. "So James, what are you looking to get done today?" She asks politely, keeping the professional facade politely. James straightens up on the couch as he takes a second to remember what design he was opting to get, his thumb and forefinger tracing his white mustache as he remembers the design. "I was uh...thinking of getting a skull with a sword sticking through the middle of the skull, and around the skull and the sword, I would like a snake wrapped around it." James explains the best as he can with the design as Y/n lists down what he would like.
"Not a problem at all, I will just design a few sketches and I will come back to you?" She asks as looks up from her sketchbook. James nods. "That's fine, take your time." He reassures her as he lets her sketch and use her IPad to combine the three ideas to bring them all into one idea. She sits there with the IPad and the sketchbook resting on the table beside her, using an artistic app to help create a template, her eyes darting occasionally from the book to the tablet in her hands as the electronic pencil scratches against the IPad's screen protector.
After a little less than an hour, Y/n finishes the sketch on her IPad, leaning forward so she can show James the idea that she's come up with for him. "Okay so here...." she points with the pen as she discusses the sketch. "I drew a skull with the sword here entering the top, and the snake will wrap around the blade and handle as well as the skull." She explains, pointing out certain shades and specific patterns. James leans over to inspect the design, a smile growing onto his face, showing approval in his expression with a subtle nod. "That looks awesome." He compliments. She smiles at that, feeling proud of her design. She excuses herself before she heads over to the thermal printer in her office, printing out the stencil for James' tattoo.
As James waits in the waiting area, she prepares her station; sterilizing and wiping down the seat and the area around it before she grabs the inks needed. She picks up the needed bottles of ink and adding small drops of them in each cap, the black ink dripping in and filling the caps quickly. About ten minutes later, Y/n comes out and brings James through to her station to which he takes off his shirt and lays down onto the tattooing bed; leaning on his left side.
Y/n cleans the area once she gets comfortable, gently shaving the area on his side before she cleans the atea again and applies the transfer gel; then applying the stencil once cleaned off of any hair. She carefully places it onto his skin, smoothing it out with her gloved fingers and palms to make sure it stays on his skin before peeling the stencil off, letting it sit for another fifteen minutes for it to dry. Her alarm goes off, to which she begins to tattoo; the tattoo gun buzzing to life as she collects the black ink and begins to tattoo.
James sits there, the pain of the needles entering his skin many times per second not phasing him. He's no stranger to tattoo related pain, and the tattoos all over the upper half of his body proves that. James lays there as the needles trace over where the stencil lies, the burning feeling beginning to set in as Y/n wipes over the spots repeatedly with paper towels to wipe the excess ink away. As she tattoos, she
After a grueling five and a half hours, a couple of scheduled breaks and long conversations, the tattoo is finally done; Y/n wiping the last of the excess ink and turning off the tattoo gun, setting it aside. "Alright! We are all done." Y/n announces as she tidies the area, James carefully sits up and walks over to the mirror to inspect the work. His blue eyes land on the tattoo reflecting back at him through the mirror, a small but proud smile breaking out onto his face as he sees the details and the shades within the design.
"Wow." He begins, the smile on his face never leaving as he nods. "This is awesome. So cool." Y/n smiles back, feeling very proud that she got to tattoo her favourite rockstar. "I appreciate that, thank you." She replies as she prepares the second skin to which james comes back so she can apply it. Y/n cuts the adhesive down to size before cleaning the tattoo gently, then drying it off and applying the second skin; laying it perfectly without any bubbles appearing.
As the tattoo session is finishing up, James slides his shirt back on, minding his new and very tender tattoo as he heads to the desk to pay for the session. After he pays, he approaches her again. "I just wanted to say thank you again, Y/n. I love it. Also..." He leans in to tell her something. "And thank you for not exposing my cover." He smiles softly before doing something expected, kissing her softly on the cheek; causing her to almost freeze in shock before recovering. "You're welcome." She replies politely before James gives her a small wave goodbye to which she reciprocates; waving back as he walks out the door, the bell ringing as the door opens.
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A few days later, James comes back to the studio to get some antibacterial soap for his still fresh tattoo. The bell dings when he steps inside, his boots thumping softly on the tiled floor as he approaches the desk. Y/n looks up from her area, her face contorting into a small smile as she goes over to check since no one is manning the desk. "Hey, James!" Y/n speaks, her delighted expression never fading. "Hey, Y/n." He replies, still having the small but polite smile on his features. "How's the tattoo healing?" She asks, hoping the process is going smoothly. "It's going good, just here to pick up some antibacterial soap. D'you have any recommendations that I could use?" He asks, his hands leaning on the receptionist desk.
"Follow me." She motions with her head as she leads him to where the tattoo healing treatments and soaps sit, a variety of different soaps, ointments and second skins sit in neat but separate shelves. As she shows him the different brands, he can't help but stare at her; his eyes checking her out and his eyes running down to the curve of her ass in her jeans before snapping out of it a second later.
"This one would be best since your tattoo is in a more sensitive area." Y/n recommends as she picks up a cylindrical bottle of Hustle Bubbles. James nods, gently taking it out of her hand as they head to the desk to pay for it. As she scans and he pays for it, he keeps his voice low. "Hey, can I talk to you in private? If that's okay." He asks, to which she looks confused but nods. "Yeah, of course." She leads him to her station, closing the door behind her.
James lets out an exhale of air, trying to find words. "Look, this may sound creepy and insane, but i think you're...hot. I apologize if that's too weird for you to hear, but--" While he speaks, she cuts him off by holding his face in her hands and kissing him on the lips, not at all bothered by what he was saying. He freezes before snapping back into reality, his arms going to her waist and behind her back along her spine. She pulls away after a few seconds, blankets of red covering her cheeks from embarrassment. "Sorry, I couldn't help mys--" James then does the same thing by cutting her off with kissing her back but with more force and passion.
He immediately slips his tongue between her parted lips, causing her to groan into the kiss as he pulls her closer. She gently pushes him back into her chair, his butt and back making a small thud sound as he lands into the chair without hitting his fresh tattoo. She carefully climbs into his lap, tongue kissing him as he lifts his shirt off and throws it onto the tattooing bed beside the chair. She tries to be very careful as she explores his body, her hands running up his tattooed chest; her fingers feeling the faint silver chest hair as he lifts her shirt off.
Her shirt is thrown too, his broad arms circling her as he reaches behind her back and unclips her bra which is also discarded alongside the pile of clothes; thudding on top of the growing pile. As soon as he sees her breasts, he has no problem reaching them as he kisses down her neck until he reaches where her nipples are peaked, kissing and then teasing one of them with his tongue. She whimpers quietly, her chest arching into the pleasure. He keeps going, switching to the other one to earn another moan and whimper from between her kiss-swollen lips. She decides to act bold, cupping his crotch into her hand; a small grunt coming from his occupied mouth and his hips lifting off the seat to lean into her touch.
"You're a dirty girl." He purrs as he lifts away from her tits, his fingers running over her thighs, the zipper of her jeans. The small sound echoes loudly between them, a small peek of her black panties are seen in between the two separate bits of fabric. His eyes lock onto hers as his large hand slips down, his palm landing right on the sweet spot outside of her panties; slowly pushing on her crotch to earn yet another gasp from her. She can't help but grind into it, the top of his palm pushing deliciously in the right place where her folds would be.
Before she can fully enjoy it, he helps her slide her jeans down alongside with her panties. Her hands unloop his belt, the clanking of the metal and leather hitting the floor with a clink and a thud. He pushes his jeans and underwear down, his cock being freed and standing at the attention as he hooks himself around her and helps her sink onto his thickness. As she moans, he immediately pulls kisses her to make sure she doesn't make loud noises as she rides him.
She moves her hips back and forth and up and down, moaning into his mouth as one of his hands now come to move to her mouth and the other moves to her hip, guiding her as she tries to keep her moans at a quiet level. "James...." She moans softly once he finally moves his hand away, her mouth agape and her eyes fluttering closed before opening, repeating over and over again as her hands rest on his broad shoulders. "You like that, baby girl?" He asks lowly, now using his own hips to thrust up into her. "Fuck James, im not gonna be able to stay quiet if you keep doing that...." She gasps.
"Then don't. Just make sure you don't get anyone's attention outside." He whispers lowly into her ear before reaching under her thighs, standing up and rocking her by her thighs while he thrusts inside of her tight walls. Her moans become louder, but not enough for anyone outside of her station to hear them. Thankfully. James grunts, picking up the speed as sweat beads on his hairline and back; his grunts evolving into small moans and groans. Y/n still clutches his shoulders, her stomach tightening up inside. "James, fuck...." She whimpers. "That's it. Letting this old man fuck you senseless, taking his old cock." He growls into her ear again, putting more force behind his thrusts and guiding her hips more.
"James!" She cries out quietly as she cums on his cock to which he follows behind her, spilling his hot seed inside her. He falls back into the chair behind them with her still in his lap, panting deeply and wiping sweat away. Once they break the haziness, Y/n looks over at the bed with their clothes on it. "Shit, I'm gonna have to sterilize that bed again. Got another client in an hour." She groans jokingly as she climbs off his lap to get dressed. "At least we didn't fuck on it." James smirks before letting out a little chuckle of his own, earning a roll of her eyes as she throws his clothes back to him.
After getting dressed, she swings the door open with James beside her as another artist that works in the shop walks by. "What were you doing in there?" The artist asks, not seeing any tattooing supplies with Y/n. "Just making sure his tattoo was healing." She replies smoothly, way too smoothly. "Oh." He shrugs. "Okay." Before he walks back away. James breaks out into a smirk. "Can I use your phone?" He asks. She looks confused but unlocks it and hands it to him to which he goes to her contacts and types in his phone number into a new person's contact.
He saves it and hands it back to her before grabbing the hustle bubbles and heading towards the shop's door. Once he has the door open, he spins around and James the phone signal with his hand to his ear; mouthing a "call me" before he smiles and gives another slight wave. She waves back as he exits, the door closing. "Bye....James...." Her voice fades as he walks away, her hands on her hips as she realizes what had happened. She just got fucking railed hard by her favourite band member. Yeah, she's definitely gonna call him again.
