Metallica one shots and headcannons

Lap dance🩸 (Dave Mustaine one shot)

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, physical intimacy, a bit of dirty talking and I think that's all.

The bar pulsed with life, the bass reverberating through my body as I stepped onto the stage. Under the blinding lights, I let the music wash over me, every movement deliberate and intoxicating. I was used to the attention, but tonight felt different. My eyes landed on him—leaning casually at the bar, with tousled blonde-red hair and striking brown eyes. His gaze held a smoldering mix of curiosity and desire, pulling me in.

As the last notes of the song faded, I flashed him a sultry smile, a silent invitation that had him following me off the stage, a hungry look in his eyes. The moment we locked gazes, I could feel the electricity crackling between us, and I knew he was drawn in by the allure of the unknown.

"Hey," he said, his voice low and edged with excitement. "You were incredible."

"Thanks," I replied, my lips curving into a playful grin. "But if you want the real show, you'll have to come backstage."

His eyes widened in surprise, but he nodded, clearly intrigued. I led him through the curtain that separated the stage from the dressing room, my heart racing at the thrill of the moment. The small space was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of perfume and sweat. A couple of couches lined the walls, creating an intimate setting that felt charged with possibility.

"Welcome to my world," I teased, turning to face him, my pulse quickening as I took in his handsome features. "What do you think?"

"It's better than I imagined," he admitted, stepping closer, his gaze devouring me.

"Are you ready for a taste of something wild?" I asked, my voice dripping with invitation.

"Definitely," he replied, breathless and eager.

With a playful grin, I turned my back to him and began to move my hips, the rhythm of the music echoing in my mind. I could feel his gaze on me, heat radiating from his body. I glanced over my shoulder, locking eyes with him, the intensity in his brown eyes making me pulse with excitement.

"Do you like what you see?" I teased, my voice sultry and inviting.

"More than you know," he said, his voice thick with desire.

I knelt down, the cool floor grounding me as I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. "Just relax and let me take care of you," I whispered, my breath warm against his skin.

With every movement, I felt the tension between us intensify. I rolled my hips slowly, teasingly, my body gliding against him as I climbed onto his lap. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the need simmering just beneath the surface.

"Wow, you're mesmerizing," he breathed, his hands instinctively finding their way to my waist.

"Thank you," I purred, relishing the power I held. "But let's make this unforgettable."

As I pressed my body against his, I could feel his breath hitch. I leaned in closer, letting my hair cascade over my shoulder, hiding the wicked smile on my lips. "What do you really want?" I whispered, my voice a soft challenge.

He met my gaze, his eyes dark with desire. "I want you to show me everything."

I grinned, exhilarated by his eagerness. "You're in for a ride, then. But first, what's your name?"

"Dave," he replied, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

"Nice to meet you, Dave," I said, savoring the taste of his name. "And you are?"

"Don't think I caught your name either," he admitted, his voice teasing.

"Y/n," I replied, savoring the sound of it as I stepped back to dance.

I began to move again, my movements becoming more provocative, my body sliding against his in ways that made the heat between us almost unbearable. I teased him with every roll of my hips, my hands gliding over my own body, inviting him into this wild dance.

"Tell me how much you want this," I commanded softly, leaning close enough for him to feel the heat of my breath on his neck.

"More than anything," he replied, his voice raw with need.

I leaned back, locking eyes with him as I moved. Our faces were mere inches apart, and I could see the restraint in his eyes begin to crumble. I pushed my body into him, the pressure building, the atmosphere thick with anticipation. I leaned in closer, whispering in his ear, "You're going to remember this night."

As I continued to grind against him, I could feel him succumbing to the rhythm of the moment, the urgency palpable. I relished the power I held, the way I could make him crave me with every teasing movement.

"Y/n..." he breathed, his voice a mixture of desperation and longing.

"Just let go," I whispered back, my lips brushing against his ear, igniting the fire within him.

As the music crescendoed, I leaned back, my body still pressed against him, and let the final notes wash over us. "So, what do you think?" I asked, my breath coming in quick bursts.

"Unforgettable," he said, his gaze heavy with longing.

With a playful smile, I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against his cheek, letting my lips linger for a moment. "Come back another time," I said, my voice teasing but sincere.

"Ohh, don't worry, I will," he replied, his fingers brushing lightly against my cheek, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down my spine.

With one last lingering look, I slipped out from the dressing room, leaving him breathless and craving more, the night still young and full of promise.