Metallica one shots and headcannons

Stripping🩸(James Hetfield one shot)

Warnings: Strip game, a bit of explict language, sexual content, teasing.

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 I didn't know how the night would turn out when we started. It had begun like any other Friday—another movie marathon, takeout scattered around us, and his lazy, teasing smile that always made me laugh a little harder than I meant to. We'd known each other for years, long enough that we could read the subtext in each other's silences. But tonight, there was something different in the air, an electricity simmering just beneath our usual banter.

He shifted on the couch, leaning back with that sly, half-smile that always preceded some kind of challenge.

"You'd never," he started, his voice laced with amusement.

I glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow. "Never what?"

He shrugged, that smirk deepening. "Give me a show."

His words caught me off guard, and I laughed, trying to shrug it off. "Please. You think I wouldn't?"

"Not a chance," he teased, his gaze roaming over me with a look that was both playful and just serious enough to make my pulse skip. W"You're all talk."

"Oh, really?" I said, standing up with a surge of boldness, the hint of his challenge making my heart race. I strode over to the stereo, flicking through my tapes until I found the one I wanted. *9½ Weeks*. I slid it in, pressing play, and after a few seconds of whirring, Joe Cocker's raspy voice filled the room, the first notes of "You Can Leave Your Hat On" spilling into the space between us.

I turned to see his reaction, and a flicker of surprise crossed his face. He hadn't expected me to take him up on his challenge, but his wide-eyed look of intrigue was all I needed. The thrill in his gaze fueled me as I let my body sway to the slow, pulsing beat of the song. I could feel his eyes on me, and the air seemed to thicken, growing warmer with each note that played.

I rolled my shoulders, letting my arms fall in sync with the rhythm, swaying my hips as I let the beat move through me. I hooked my fingers under the hem of my fitted shirt, lifting it slowly to give him a glimpse of my midriff, teasing him with just enough skin to make his breath hitch.

I took a step back, letting the fabric slide back down, and watched as his gaze darkened, his hands clenching in his lap like he was trying to keep them under control. "What's wrong?" I teased, enjoying the way his eyes flared with desire. "Still think I'm all talk?"

His voice came out rougher than usual, a low rasp that sent a shiver through me. "You're...definitely proving me wrong."

I let my fingers trail over my skirt, teasingly twirling the hem, and leaned forward, my lips curling into a playful smile. "Maybe I should give you a real show."

With that, I turned my back to him, letting my skirt ride up slightly as I bent over, giving him a view that made the air crackle with tension. I could feel his eyes on me, heat pooling in my stomach as I decided to play this game to its fullest.

I stood up straight, letting the skirt sway around my thighs, and began to unbutton my fitted shirt, savoring the anticipation in the air. "You're going to have to wait a little longer if you want a real show," I said, my voice low and teasing.

I let the shirt slide down my arms, finally letting it fall to the floor, exposing my lace bra beneath. I could see the way his eyes widened, his breath catching as he struggled to maintain his composure. The intensity in his gaze only fueled my desire to tease him further.

"Do you like what you see?" I whispered, my voice playful yet sultry, letting my fingers trace along the edge of my skirt.

"More than you know," he replied, his voice a mix of frustration and admiration, eyes glued to me as I began to sway to the music again, this time moving my hips side to side, drawing closer to him, a teasing grin on my lips.

I hooked my fingers under the waistband of my skirt, inching it down just a little, letting it slide over my hips. His jaw tightened, and he leaned forward, almost as if he couldn't help himself. "You're playing with fire."

"Oh, I know," I replied, letting the skirt fall just enough to give him a glimpse of my thighs. "But I think you like it."

Finally, I turned to face him completely, standing there in my lace underwear, the music wrapping around us like a sensual embrace. I took a step closer, my heart racing as I could see the struggle in his eyes. "Still think I won't?"

Before I could take another step, he grabbed my wrist with a sudden burst of determination and pulled me onto his lap. The unexpected movement took me by surprise, and I landed softly against him, our bodies close, the heat between us rising like a flame.

His breath was warm against my neck, sending shivers down my spine as he leaned in, his voice low and intense. "You're in trouble now."

The music faded into a distant hum, the world around us melting away as we locked eyes, the energy crackling between us, thick with unspoken desire. I could feel his heart pounding against mine, the tension palpable as I settled onto his lap, feeling both exhilarated and nervous.

He brushed a thumb across my cheek, a gentle touch that contrasted with the heat simmering between us. "What if I don't want to wait anymore?"

I could hardly breathe, the weight of his words hanging in the air, a challenge and an invitation all at once. "Then don't."

He pulled me in closer, his lips brushing against mine in a feather-light touch that ignited a wildfire of longing inside me. It was a tentative kiss, filled with both desire and sweetness, and as it deepened, everything else faded away. The music, the teasing, the playful banter—none of it mattered anymore.

Finally, we broke apart, both of us breathless, and he rested his forehead against mine, his hands still holding me close. The warmth of his body enveloped me, grounding me in this moment where everything felt perfectly right.

"Are you always this bold?" he murmured, his voice soft but laced with affection, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from my face.

"Only for you," I whispered back, smiling as he let out a low chuckle, his lips curving into a smile that softened his gaze.

In that quiet moment, with the music still playing softly in the background, it felt like everything had finally fallen into place, like we'd found exactly where we were meant to be—right here, together.