Metallica one shots and headcannons

Car sex🩸(Dave Mustaine one shot)

Warnings: 18+,explicit sexual content, adult themes, and playful power dynamics

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 The quiet hum of the car engine surrounded us as we drove down a winding, dimly lit road. I could feel the tension in the air, thick with unspoken words and lingering glances. My eyes drifted over to him, his focus unwavering on the road, hands gripping the steering wheel. A mischievous idea sparked in my mind, and I couldn't resist teasing him a little.

I let my hand slide over to his thigh, fingertips grazing the fabric of his jeans. I watched him flinch, his muscles tensing at my touch, and a satisfied grin spread across my lips. "Careful," he muttered, but I could hear the strain in his voice, the way it cracked ever so slightly.

"What?" I asked innocently, my fingers starting to trace lazy circles against his thigh, moving higher inch by inch. I could feel his heart racing beneath the surface, and my own pulse quickened in response. The thrill of it all was intoxicating.

With each brush of my fingers, I felt him squirm, his breath hitching in his throat. I knew I was playing with fire, but it was too fun to stop. My hand drifted closer to his manhood, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric. "Just making sure you're comfortable," I teased, unable to hold back a soft laugh at his struggle to stay focused.

He let out a shaky breath, his eyes narrowing as he fought for control. "You're playing a dangerous game," he warned, though his voice lacked the conviction he wanted to project.

I simply smiled, the corners of my mouth curling up in delight as I pressed my palm against him, feeling the effect I had on him. He was completely at my mercy, and I loved every second of it.

Then, without warning, he turned the car down a quiet, deserted road. I felt a thrill of excitement course through me as he pulled over and cut the engine. The sudden silence enveloped us, and I could feel the electricity in the air.

He turned to me, his gaze intense, and I could see the heat pooling in his eyes. "You think you can play with me like that?" he asked, a low growl in his voice that sent shivers down my spine. "I think you deserve a punishment for teasing me."

Before I could respond, he leaned in, capturing my chin between his fingers and tilting my face up to meet his gaze. I could feel his breath against my lips, tantalizingly close, and my heart raced in anticipation.

"Did you like playing?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

His lips hovered just a breath away from mine, and I felt the heat radiating from him. "Now I think you deserve a punishment," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, sending a rush of excitement through me.

The thrill of what was about to happen electrified the space between us, and I leaned in, closing the distance, ready for whatever came next.

His lips brushed against mine, igniting a spark that sent a rush of heat through my body. I couldn't resist any longer; I closed the distance, capturing his mouth with mine. The kiss started soft, tentative, but quickly escalated into something deeper, more primal. He tasted like desire, and I wanted more.