Metallica one shots and headcannons

Dangerous game🔥❤ (James Hetfield one shot)

Warnings: NSFW. Minors don't interact.

The party was full of music pulsing through the air as laughter echoed off the walls. I stood near the entrance, feeling the excitement tingle in my veins. Tonight, I had a plan to make James jealous, and I wanted to play dirty to see how he could've reacted. After slipping into my fiery red dress, I admired how it hugged my curves perfectly in the bathroom mirror. The bold colour and captivating made me feel powerful and ready to turn the tables. I caught my reflection, giving myself a confident smile, knowing that James would notice. Stepping into the crowded ballroom, I scanned the room for him. I spotted James, chatting with friends, his tall frame and blonde hair easily recognizable. Our eyes met for a moment, and I felt a spark of satisfaction as I saw how he looked at me. But I wanted more than that, I wanted to to see jealousy emanating from his gaze. I stopped for a second, feeling the thrill of my plan bubbling beneath the surface. That's when I spotted Dave.It couldn't have happened to me any better than him. I knew how the things were between them, but with Dave you were a kind of friends. My heart raced at the though of provoking James. 

"Hey, Dave!" I called, waving him over with a smile. He grinned, his confident demeanor lighting up the space as he approached. "Hey, Y/n. You look gorgeous!" Dave exclaimed, his eyes roaming over my figure. "Thanks you, you're fine too" I said, leaning slightly as we started to chat. I laughed at every his jokes, resting my arm on his arm as I tilted my head back, fully aware that James was watching from a distance. Dave glanced over his shoulder and noticed how James looked at them. "Y/n, is James your boyfriend? Because he's looking at me like he wants to kill me." He asked, a teasing glint in his eye. "Yeah, he is," I replied, smirking slightly. "I'm trying to make him a little jealous and I think my plan is going well" Dave raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Oh really? You're playing a dangerous game, aren't you?" "Maybe, but it'll be worth it," I said, feeling exhilarated. "What do you think? Should I keep flirting?" He chuckled, a mischievous smile forming. "Absolutely. Let's see how he reacts." I leaned closer to his ear, enjoying the moment. "So, are you going to help me with my little plan?" "Consider it done," he said winking at me, his tone playful. Then he was the one who leaned closer to me, his voice low.

 "Want to grab a drink together? I promise to make you laugh." "Sure!" I replied, turning to walk with him. Just as I took a step, I felt a firm grip on my arm. "Follow me, we need to talk"James said, his voice low but filled with intensity. He led me to a quieter corner, away from prying eyes. "What the hell was that?" He demanded, his eyes blazing with frustration. I looked at him with innocent eyes. "Just having fun and taking to Dave, babe." "Fun? Flirting with another guy right in front of me." His voice was edged with possessiveness, and I felt a thrill at his reaction. "Maybe I wanted to see how you'd react," I teased, stepping closer, my heart racing. He softened slightly, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "You know how I feel about you. I can't stand the thought of someone else trying to get close. Especially men like Dave" "isn't it sweet that you care?" I said, biting my lip, enjoying the tension between us. He stepped closer, his gaze intense.

"Sweet? It drives me crazy but it's also what makes you so irresistible." I felt a rush of warmth at his words. "Then why not show me just how much I mean to you?" In a flash, he pulled me against him, his breath warm against my ear. "You're playing with fire, and you're going to get burn" he murmured, his voice low and enticing. Before I could respond, he captured my lips with his, kissing me fiercely. I melted into him, the rush of his possessiveness igniting something deep inside. When he pulled back, his eyes were smoldering, a mixture of desire and frustration. "Let's go home. I'll show you what happens when you play these games with me" he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. I smiled, exhilarated by his intensity. "Okay." As we stepped out into the cool night air, he took my hand firmly, leading me to his car. The silence between us was thick with tension, my heart racing with anticipation. As soon as we stepped inside, the door clicked shut behind us, and I felt the weight of the tension hanging in the hair. His eyes were locked on me, burning with an intensity that made my heart race.