Metallica one shots and headcannons

Wax play🩸(Kirk Hammett one shot)

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, wax play, mature language. 

The room was dim, the only light coming from the flames of the candles scattered around the room. Their warm, flickering glow created a cocoon of intimacy, wrapping us in shadows and promises. I lay on the bed, my heart already racing as I watched him move around with deliberate precision. He was in control, and that thought alone sent a shiver down my spine.He approached the bed slowly, holding one of the candles in his hand. His eyes met mine, dark and filled with desire. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and I could already feel the heat radiating from the candle even before the wax touched my skin.

"You look so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice low and sultry as he sat on the edge of the bed. His fingers brushed lightly over my bare skin, sending a ripple of electricity through me. "Ready, waiting, all mine."I whimpered softly, my body already humming with anticipation. His hand lingered on my thigh, his touch light, teasing. "Are you nervous?""Yes," I admitted, my voice trembling as much as my body. There was no point in hiding it; the unknown was thrilling, but it made my heart race.His lips curled into a wicked smile as his fingers trailed up my stomach. "Good. I like it when you're nervous. It makes you more sensitive... more eager for me."

I gasped as his words sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through me, my body already responding to the intensity in his voice. His fingers moved slowly, barely grazing my skin as they ghosted over my hips, teasingly close to my center but not quite touching. I shifted restlessly, desperate for more.He tilted the candle ever so slightly, and a single drop of wax fell. It hit my stomach, and I gasped at the sudden, sharp heat. The initial sting quickly dissolved into a deep warmth that spread across my skin, leaving a trail of tingling pleasure in its wake."Fuck," I whimpered, my body arching involuntarily.He chuckled darkly, clearly pleased by my reaction. "You like that?" His voice was low, almost a growl as his fingers brushed over the spot where the wax had landed, teasing the sensitive skin.

"Yes," I gasped, my body trembling with the intensity of the sensations. The mix of heat and his touch was intoxicating, each moment making me crave him even more.He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Good. I've only just started." His lips brushed against my neck as he whispered, sending a shiver down my spine. "You're going to feel so much more before I'm done with you."Another drop of wax fell, this time lower, just above my navel. The heat bloomed across my skin, the sharp sting fading into a warmth that made me moan. I could feel my arousal building with every touch, every drop of wax that landed on my body."Look at you," he murmured, his fingers sliding up my stomach to the spot where the wax had landed. "So sensitive. I can feel you trembling for me." His voice was thick with desire, and I could hear the control he was using to hold himself back.

Another drop fell, this time on the curve of my breast. The sensation was sharper there, the skin more sensitive, and I cried out as the heat seared through me. My back arched off the bed, my nipples hardening from the sensation. "Such a good girl," he purred, his hand coming up to gently cup my breast. He trailed his thumb over the cooling wax, teasing the sensitive skin as I writhed beneath him. "You take it so well."His words made me ache, my body responding to the praise as much as to the sensations. "Please," I gasped, my hips shifting restlessly. "I need more."

He chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over my hardened nipple, teasing it lightly before pulling away. "You want more, baby?" His voice was dark, full of teasing amusement. "You haven't even felt the best part yet." With that, he lifted the candle higher, tilting it so that the wax dripped in a slow, steady stream over my chest. The heat was more intense this time, the steady flow of wax making me gasp as my body jerked under the sharp, burning sensation. But it wasn't just pain—it was pleasure, too, a mix of sensations that had me moaning softly as the heat spread through me.