Dave Mustaine

it was around 1am, you and dave were the only ones in the house. relaxing in your room as he sat near you, rolling up a joint while music softly played in the background.. your hand running through his beautiful locks. there was just something about dave tonight that drove you wild, the way he smelt, the way he looked, his fucking pretty voice. those eyes staring at you as he just smiles at you, it drove you mad.

your eyes stayed stuck on the slight muscle in dave’s arms, feeling warmth rub through out your body as you shuddered. you watched those veiny hands light the joint, watched how his lips clenched around the joint as he took a drag off of it.. before handing it to you, hell even when he was coughing his brains out from the joint.. you still found it sexy.

you took a drag off the joint, sighing as you felt yourself relax.. but that eager urge to just push dave’s face straight into your clothed cunt still haunted you, you nervously looked away as you felt dave’s fingers softly trace things on your thigh.. pressing a soft kiss to your thigh

“what’s wrong sweetheart? seem tense..”

dave spoke as he softly rubbed your leg, he always knew how to make you melt.