Metallica one shots and headcannons

Cockwarming🩸 (Dave Mustaine)

Warnings: 18+, sexual themes, some curse words, cockwarming, handjob.

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The soft hum of music filled the air, a sultry melody wrapping around us as we lounged in our dimly lit apartment. It was Saturday night, and the city outside thrummed with life. He sat across the room, strumming his guitar, fingers deftly dancing over the strings. The sound was intoxicating, a mix of passion and talent that sent shivers down my spine.

I settled into the couch beside him, a teasing smile on my lips. "How about a little break from the music? I have something in mind."

He glanced up, curiosity flickering in his gaze, the strumming pausing for a moment. "What do you have in mind?"

I leaned closer, the scent of his cologne enveloping me, sending heat through my body. "You'll see." My voice was low, laced with a promise of mischief. I stood up, stretching my arms above my head, allowing my tank top to rise just enough to reveal a glimpse of skin."Is that so?" he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "You know I can't resist your little games." 

I tilted my head, enjoying the attention. "Then why don't you come find out?" I teased, turning to walk away, my hips swaying as I moved. I could feel his eyes on me, hot and eager, trailing my every step.

Once I reached our bedroom, I turned around, leaning against the doorframe. He walked in, the door clicking shut behind him. I stepped closer to him, the space between us shrinking as the anticipation hung thick in the air.

"Alright, what's the plan?" he asked, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

I smiled, taking a step forward. "How about I take care of you tonight?"

His breath caught in his throat, and I could see the way his gaze intensified with desire. "You're playing a dangerous game."

I took a step closer, our bodies nearly touching. "Are you ready to be taken care of?" I asked, my voice sultry.He chuckled, leaning down to press his lips against mine. The kiss was hungry and electric, igniting a spark between us. "Always."

I led him to the bed, pushing him down gently until he was sitting on the edge. With a sultry smile, I stood in front of him, teasingly undressing him. My fingers traced down his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it, revealing his toned chest beneath. I took my time, letting my hands glide over his skin, savoring the way he reacted to my touch.

"Fuck," he murmured, his eyes darkening with desire as I pulled his shirt away. I could see the way his breath quickened, the heat radiating from him.I leaned in closer, my breath warm against his ear. "Just relax and let me take care of you." With a playful glint in my eyes, I slid down to my knees, letting my fingers trail over his thighs, feeling the heat radiating from him.

"Are you really going to tease me like this?" he asked, a mix of frustration and desire in his tone.

"Just a little bit," I replied, looking up at him through my lashes, letting the tension build. I leaned in, brushing my lips against his inner thigh, teasingly close but not quite where he wanted me.

"God, you're killing me," he groaned, gripping the edge of the bed as he tried to maintain his composure.

I smirked, my lips still brushing against his skin. "Good," I whispered, the heat of the moment fueling my desire. I began to tease him with my hands, trailing my fingers along the outline of his arousal, feeling the warmth and hardness beneath my touch.

"Just like that," he encouraged, his breath hitching as I applied more pressure. I reveled in the power I had over him, how just a few gentle touches could elicit such a strong reaction.I continued to tease him, my movements slow and deliberate, building the tension as I focused on him completely. I loved watching his reactions, how his body responded to my touch, and the way his eyes filled with need.

"Please," he begged, his voice thick with desire.

I pulled away, teasing him further with a soft smile. "Do you want more?"

"More than anything," he admitted, his gaze unwavering, filled with a hunger that mirrored my own.

With a sultry grin, I climbed back up, positioning myself beside him. "Then let's make it even better." I settled myself next to him, feeling the heat radiating between us as I enveloped him completely with my hand.

"Damn, you feel good," he groaned, his hands gripping my waist, fingers digging into my skin. The sensation sent electric jolts through my body, igniting a fire within me."Just stay still, okay? Let me take care of this," I instructed, my voice soft yet commanding.

"Damn, you're driving me crazy," he murmured, trying to keep still as I began to move my hand up and down in a slow, teasing rhythm."Tell me what you feel," I whispered, my voice breathy as I maintained the rhythm, watching the way his body responded to me.

"It's incredible," he admitted, his face flushed, eyes darkened with need. "I feel like I'm about to burst." "Good," I murmured, continuing my movements, teasingly slow, building the tension as I focused solely on him. I leaned in closer, brushing my lips against his in a tender kiss, feeling the heat radiating between us.

"Just a little more," I whispered, sensing the culmination of our shared pleasure approaching.

"Damn, you're incredible," he said, his eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of awe and desire.

As the moment reached its peak, I could feel the waves of pleasure crashing over us, the shared intimacy wrapping us in warmth and affection. I watched as he surrendered completely, the tension in his body easing as he finally let go. I held him close, feeling the joy of our connection wash over me, the world outside forgotten.

As we both came down from our high, I leaned back, looking at him with a satisfied smile. "Now, that was something special."

He chuckled, pulling me closer, his arms wrapping around me as he reveled in the afterglow. "You're incredible, you know that?"

"Oh, thank you" I replied, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

As I nestled against him, I could feel his heart still racing beneath my ear. The room was filled with the soft glow of the lamp beside us, casting a warm light over our entwined bodies.

"Can I take care of you more often?" I asked, my voice teasing yet sincere.

He chuckled softly, brushing his fingers through my hair. "If it means more nights like this, then yes, please."

With a playful smile, I tilted my head up to meet his gaze. "I think I could get used to this."

As the night wore on, we stayed wrapped in each other's arms, a sense of contentment washing over us. The world outside continued to pulse with energy, but in this moment, we were wrapped in our own little sanctuary, where nothing else mattered but the two of us and the warmth of our connection.

"Next time," I whispered, a mischievous glint in my eyes, "maybe I'll have a few surprises up my sleeve."

"Now I'm really intrigued," he replied, a smile dancing on his lips. "I can't wait to see what you have in mind."