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valwrites-stuff · 6 months ago

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An unexpected turn

After an argument with James, Lars incessantly complains until you tell him to shut up and you end up having sex with your best friend.

Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ Smut, friends to lovers

Unpleasant energy fills the walls of the studio. With four pairs of eyes on him, Lars stands there, staring in disbelief as James' words echo in the room. "I did what?!" he repeats, incredulous.

James, towering over him, crosses his arms and stares down at Lars. "You heard me, you ruined half of the show with how much you drank!"

Lars clenches his fists, feeling the anger bubbling inside him. "I was playing just fine and now I'm the fucking idiot to blame? What about you then? Can't remember a second of you being sober last night, especially during the show, so who is the drunkard here?!"

James lets out a bitter laugh, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "Well, I wasn't the one constantly missing notes and messing up the beat, was I?"

The tension in the room is thick, the air heavy with their unresolved issues. As they continued to bicker, their voices filled with animosity, you can see the bond that held them together unraveling.

Before the argument can escalate, James has enough. With a loud bang, he storms out of the studio, slamming the door behind him. Lars stands there, staring at the closed door, the silence ringing in his ears and anger flashing his eyes.

Biting your lip, you watch the scene unravel before you, as Lars stands there, his face red with anger. The room falls quiet as everyone waits for what will happen next. Lars stares at the now closed door before turning around to his bandmates, who avoid eye contact and quietly put away their bass and guitar.

You can feel the unease as Lars takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Kirk and Jason excuse themselves, leaving you alone with Lars in the now empty rehearsal room. You can see the frustration in his eyes.

Taking a step closer to him, you reach out and gently place a hand on his arm. "Hey, you okay?" you ask softly, trying to be the one friend who's there for him when no one else is.

Lars looks down at your hand, his eyes softening as he gazes at you. "I'm sorry, I just...I can't believe this shit...," he says, his voice quiet.

You smile reassuringly at him, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. "It's okay, we all have our moments." you suggest, leading him to sit down on the nearby couch.

Lars and you sit together in the quiet room. As you offer him a cigarette, he takes it without a word, lighting it up with shaky hands. He takes a drag and exhales sharply, the smoke curling around his face.

"James is a fucking asshole," Lars begins, his voice tinged with anger. "I was doing fine and he just comes to me the next day after the show and calls me an idiot in front of the whole band. Do you think I did bad last night? I wasn't even that drunk!"

You listen patiently, knowing that Lars needs to let out his frustration. You've known him for years, and you know that he can be hot-headed when he feels wronged. You nod as he rants, letting him get it all out before you try to offer any advice but not wanting to interfere since James is your friend too and you know it always takes two to tango.

"No, it wasn't that bad but..." you start, but Lars cuts you off before you can finish.

"But nothing!" he snaps, his eyes flashing with anger. "I'm sick of James thinking he's better than me. I work just as hard as he does, if not harder. And yet he treats me like I'm some kind of incompetent fool."

As Lars continues to rant, his frustration starts to seep into the air around you. You can feel the tension building, and you know that you need to do something to diffuse the situation before it gets out of hand.

"Lars... Lars..." you try to get his attention, but he seems to not even hear you as he keeps on with his outburst.

"LARS! Shut the fuck up!" you finally snap, the words coming out harsher than you intended. Lars stops mid-sentence, his eyes wide with surprise.

"All you do is whine and bicker without ever realizing that you are at fault! It's not always the others that do wrong, you are also in the wrong sometimes. And talking shit about your best friends is not helping either nor does it solve the problem " you continue, feeling a surge of frustration yourself as you get into his face and point your finger at his chest.

Lars stares at you, his expression a mix of shock and defiance. But as he takes in your words, you see something shift in his eyes.

Before you can react, Lars wraps his fingers around your wrist forcefully, staring into your eyes with a mix of anger and lust for his best friend.

"Did you just tell me to shut up?" Your heart is pounding in your chest as you realize the effect your outburst has on Lars. You can see the conflict playing out in his expressive green eyes. "I did." Slowly, his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips, and a mischievous smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

Without warning, he closes the distance between you, pressing his lips roughly against yours. The kiss is demanding, passionate, and fueled by the built-up tension between the both of you. You feel a jolt of desire course through your body as you respond instinctively, parting your lips and tangling your hands in his long brown hair.

Your tongues dance together, tasting and exploring, hungry for more. Lars' hands roam wildly over your body, squeezing your slender waist and cupping your ass, pulling you tightly against him. You can feel the forming bulge in his pants pressing insistently against you and it sends a rush of wetness to your pussy.

Breaking the kiss abruptly, Lars trails kisses along your jawline and down your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. "Fuck you," he whispers hoarsely, breath hot against your ear. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

You shiver at his words and the realization that this fantasy had been building up inside him for who knows how long. "Not as long as I've wanted this," you murmur back, "I used to dream about what it would be like to fuck my best friend."

A low growl escapes Lars' throat, and he lifts you effortlessly, cradling you on his lap. Kissing you hungrily you moan into his mouth as you feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your core through your clothes.

With eager hands, you begin tearing at each other's clothing, unable to get enough skin-to-skin contact. Your lean, shapely body was soon bare before him, your small, perky breasts touch starved. Lars takes one hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue while his hand squeezes and massages the other.

"Fuck Lars..." You arch your back, offering yourself to him, moaning as waves of pleasure washes over you. Your hands fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans, desperate to set free what you had fantasized about for so long. Finally, with a sharp tug, you release it from its confines.

Lars' cock stands tall with the head already gleaming with pre-cum. Taking it in your hand, you stroke it gently, marveling at the weight and warmth in your palm as Lars eyes follow your actions, the argument and anger long forgotten.

“Oh shit. So good.” Lars moans as you continue to stroke him.

You can feel the wetness between your legs increase as you watch Lars’ reaction. You move and drop to your knees, looking up at him with sultry eyes. “Can I?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lars nods, his eyes dark with desire. You lean in and take him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. “Fuck. You’re so good at that.” Lars groans as you take him deeper into your mouth.

Sucking off your best friend until you can feel his cock twitch in your mouth, you know that he’s close. “I’m gonna cum.” Lars warns you, but you don’t stop. You want to taste him, to feel him cum in your mouth.

With a loud moan, Lars comes, filling your mouth with his warm, salty cum. You swallow it down, savoring the taste of him.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” Lars says, pulling you up to stand in front of him.

You can feel his cock twitch against your belly as he pulls you down onto him and leans in to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips, and it only makes you want him more.

“I want you inside of me, Lars.” You whisper in his ear, your voice filled with desire.

Lars doesn’t need any more encouragement. He grabs you and pushes you down onto the sofa before quickly standing to remove his clothes and hover over you.

He wastes no time and positions himself between your legs and looks down at you, his eyes filled with lust. “Are you ready for me, baby?” He asks, his voice husky with desire. You nod, your eyes never leaving his.

Lars enters you slowly and you can feel every inch of him inside you, and it feels amazing. Giving you a moment to adjust, he starts to move, his thrusts becoming hard and fast quickly. You can feel yourself getting closer to orgasm with every thrust.

“Yes Lars, just like that.” You moan as he hits your spot and Lars leans down and takes your nipple in his mouth again, sucking it gently.

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper inside you. He growls, the sound primal and raw. It sends shivers down your spine and straight to your pussy.

Lars starts to fuck you harder, his hips snapping against yours. You can feel yourself getting close, the pressure in your lower belly growing with every thrust.

“Lars, I’m gonna come...” You gasp, your breath coming in short, sharp pants.

He doesn’t say anything, but he fucks you even harder, his thrusts so deep you can feel him in your belly. "Then fucking cum for me, baby!"

It takes one short moment and you come hard, your pussy clenching around Lars’ dick. He growls again, moving rapidly before he comes too, his hot seed filling you up.

You lie there, panting and sweating, your bodies still joined together. Lars leans down and kisses you sloppily.

“That was amazing.” He murmurs, his voice hoarse from his own orgasm.

You smile, feeling sated and happy. “Yeah, it was.”

Lars pulls out of you, making you wince as he leaves your warm, wet pussy. He lies down on top of you, cradling you into his arms.

You look up at his face, feeling safe and loved. Lars strokes your hair, his touch soothing and comforting. "Guess we're not just friends anymore," His voice was soft, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. The words hung in the air, charged with unspoken emotions that had been building between you both for seemingly too long.

"Guess not, plus I feel like it helped you distress...like a lot," you reply, a playful glint in your eye as you trace his features with affection. The weight of your friends' disagreements seem to dissipate with each passing moment spent in each other's company.

Watching Lars shake his head in disbelief, a chuckle escaping his lips, you can't help but smile at the simple joy of being in his presence. As he leans in, burying his face in the crook of your neck, a contented sigh escaping his lips, you feel a surge of gratitude for this unexpected turn of events.

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j6meshet · 5 months ago

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𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: Fluff!!!! plus sized!reader, reader not liking her body, lots of reassurance from James. (That should be all!!)

Notes: Decided to have the first fanfic be fluff because it’s cute and James giving reassurance, makes me happy. I’m also sorry that this is so short, it’s more of a drabble!! (Pictures are not describing reader’s body description!!!)

𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬

It was late afternoon when you began to get ready for a date that James had planned for a little over a week now. You had your hair done, your preferred way to do it everyday as if you were going out on any normal day, but your outfit was more outgoing. You decided to wear a slim dress that was your favorite color, wanting to accommodate your body, wanting James to want you, but you looked in the mirror one last time and suddenly felt insecure about your body.

You kept looking at your figure when suddenly you heard James’ voice call to you as he entered the room. He was wearing a purple button up with a black suit jacket. “Honey, We gotta leave n-” he stopped, noticing something was wrong, but he just couldn’t pinpoint the problem. “Honey? What’s wrong?” He said, walking up closer to you, holding your waist firmly in his hands. You turned to him, sighing to yourself as you began to look up at him, “I'm gonna change.” You said quickly, but James took hold of your arm and pulled you gently back to where you were before, in front of the mirror, in front of him.

James looked at you through the mirror, hugging you from behind, admiring your features through your reflection. “You don’t need to change, sweetheart. You’re beautiful. Always have been, ever since I first laid my eyes on you. All of your curves, slight stretch marks, literally everything about you is beautiful.” Your heart fluttered at his words, blush creeping up into your cheeks, making your face go hot. You looked at him through the mirror, bringing your hand behind you, reaching for the back of his head, running your fingers through the little hairs that were occupying his neck, “You really think so?”

He nodded, smiling as he looked back at you through the mirror, “I know so, babygirl.” He said before kissing your neck softly, a habit of his since you two have met. Neck kisses were a comfort to you and he took note of that the first time he did it. You’ve loved it ever since … You’ve loved him ever since.

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reincarnationoftheparty · 2 months ago

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Such a slut

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aplaceforyourhearttorest · 1 year ago

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Ride The Lightning ⚡︎ Lars Ulrich (18+)

Blowing a handful of stray hairs out of your face as you finally make it to the top of the seemingly never-ending stairs, your already depleting good mood completely plummets as soon as you take in the smug look on the drummer's face waiting for you. Your feet falter as soon as he fully comes into view, and your eyes immediately pick up on the fact that he's alone for once. Lars pushes himself up into a fully standing position, his hands in his back pockets to try and conserve heat in the concerningly cold complex's hallway. Thundered light bolts through and graciously gifts the two of you temporary brightness every few seconds, the sun now long gone as grey hues of spattered clouds take over the sky above the state of California.

"Got caught up in the rain on the way over here, didn't you?" He cockily asks, his accent licking at the words and making them sound more thickened and condensed. "Let me in, would you? Your brother's holding a guitar for us, and we need it for the rehearsal set we have tonight." His carefree and dismissive tone gives off no signs of gratitude to the fact that you had just cancelled your plans to run over here and let him in as soon as you got the phone call from your older brother.

You rapidly blink in disbelief as the Dane sarcastically steps aside for you, his left hand impatiently ushering you forward as you drip and create a small puddle in the outdated carpet underneath you. Lips pursing as you reach into your soaked pocket for your duplicated set of keys to the apartment, you narrow your eyes before flicking your head towards the overconfident musician to your right. An indignant sound strangles its way out of his throat as rainwater flies and lands on his flushed cheeks and shocked expression, and you successfully unlock the front door with a hidden and triumphant smile on your lips.

"Doing your daily running around for the rest of the band?" You ask in an innocent voice, instinctively walking toward the bathroom as you hear the front door being kicked closed and shut, the urge to dry off stronger than the want to continue to banter. "No, I'm simply doing a favor. You know, a thing you do for friends and for people who actually like and care about you. Ever heard of the term?" The taunting and condescending tone in his voice makes you falter for a moment, before you grasp onto a towel and firmly shut the cupboard with an audible and resounding click.

"Fuck this." You mumble, before stalking your way back out to the living room area and going up close to the musician, not stopping until your feet are only an inch apart. Lars pauses mid-faux performance with the new and sleek white electric guitar in his hands, his earlier cocky expression turning cautious as he looks at the neutral and resentful one on yours. Before he can make another asinine comment or tease you any further, your arm straightens out with a sudden strike. The rough cotton comes in contact with his pale and freckled skin and leaves a few inches of rugburn in its wake. The drummer lets out a shocked cry, before placing the guitar down to reach out and wrap his hand around your closest wrist. Lars lets out a grunt as you roughly shove at him to let you go, before he finds momentum and places you flush against the wall behind the two of you.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He exclaims, his pupils widened and a hazy mess, while you wince from the pressure engulfing your damp and reddening skin. "You're what's wrong, you asshole," you seethe, your head pushing itself off of the wall to peer forward into his green eyes, the button of your nose brushing the bridge of his. "I've done nothing but be nice to you and your band for the last year, while you've bought and exchanged instruments and tech gear with my brother, and you've been nothing less than a dick to me this entire time. So, what the fuck is wrong with you, huh? Upset a girl can play the drums better than you can, while she's taller than you too?"

Lars clicks his tongue and lets out a humorless laugh, his hand retreating away from your wrist as he takes a step back and looks away from you. You move forward, the adrenaline and frustration in you pivoting you to follow him over to the drum set near the windows facing the front of the building. "Answer me." You urge, your eyes taking in his tense form as he untangles and wraps his fingers in the skin tape your brother left behind for him. Lars glances up at you with a halfhearted glare, before letting out a slow breath and snapping the container of the adhesive shut.

"It's not my fault you don't know how to take a joke," he starts, raising an eyebrow at you as you let out a dumbfounded and disbelieving scoff. "You just seem overly sensitive, and I get bored sometimes, is all." Your eyes zero in on him, and you tilt your head downward to watch him as he sits on the chair near his main instrument. His left hand trembles as he undoes the headband keeping his drumsticks together, and you come to a sudden realization as you observe his unsteadiness. He wasn't jealous or hateful or conniving. He was nervous.

You bite your lip as a thought runs through your mind, and a small hum of amusement exits you before you can help it. Lars' head snaps up at the sound. "What?"

"You said James was going to be coming over tomorrow night to finalize the payment, right?" The drummer nods at you before twisting the wooden sticks in between his taped-up fingers, the absentminded movements almost capturing the entirety of your attention. "I'm just wondering why you came over today, is all. Since James is the one I get along with best, and I'm sure it's the same for him too." Satisfaction warms your gut as you watch his jaw click and strain in place, the muscle contraction making a small chill run itself down your cloth-clad spine.

"So, you want him here instead of me, is what you're saying." He states, his fingers halting all movement and the chair underneath him screeching in protest as he pushes the chair back with full-body force. You wince at the sound and go to open your mouth to reassure him, but falter as he throws down the drumsticks and reaches over the set to grasp ahold at your still wet and dripping t-shirt.

"What," you start to ask, before gasping out loud as he tugs you forward, your stomach pressing up against a cymbal for purchase and your feet almost lifting from the ground. You fluster as he leans up and glares into your eyes, his forehead brushing yours from the closeness and causing your heart rate to accelerate. "Do you ever think that maybe, just maybe, I enjoy getting that reaction out of you, because I'm the only one who can? Today's one of the only morning's we have off before tour preparation, and I'm stuck in this overcrowded apartment, with a girl so dense she can't even tell when someone is trying to flirt with her and get her fucking attention."

You gape as he looks at you earnestly, before setting his face and letting you go. You reach out to encircle your hand around his wrist instead and go to plead as you watch his eyes dim in what seems to be defeat. "Can you please continue? Because I've gone from months of thinking you can't stand being in the same room as me, to you suddenly admitting to actively reaching out on your own to be here with me today. My head is spinning." Lars' expression softens and he twists his wrist to carefully guide you around the drum set, and onto the chair he carelessly shoved away to the side earlier. You let out a trembling breath as he squats down to level with you, the muscles in his thighs and biceps straining from the confining movement.

"When I first met you, I thought you were beautiful, and the guys caught on to my attraction to you immediately. The only way I could get them off of my back was to join in on the teasing the other guys would give you. I don't know when the teasing turned into us insulting each other and getting under each other's skin, but it wasn't my intention to ever hurt your feelings or get you as upset as I did today," he murmurs, his eyes averting yours to look down and caress at the slight tears in the knees of your pants. "I feel like a major dick right now, and I'm sorry."

You furrow your brows as you take in his downtrodden expression, before reaching out to tilt his chin up and make him look at you. "Before you turned into the biggest asshole I've ever met, I thought you were attractive too. So much that my brother started getting on my ass and told me to make a move. But before I could, your insults started to dig in far too deep and I started to come after you and rebut even harder. I know I've hurt and belittled you at times as well, and for that I'm truly sorry." Your free hand's fingers absentmindedly wrap themselves in the middle of his long hair and gently massage his scalp while you apologize, the satisfaction warming your gut earlier coming back full force as you watch his eyes almost slip to a close and his pink lips begin to open in barely hidden bliss.

"You like that?" You whisper out in the cool apartment air, and a soft gasp expels itself from your chest as the fingertips caressing your kneecaps slide up to your thigh and grip the flesh. Lars looks into your eyes and nods, a weighted sigh pillowing out of him as your fingers lightly twist in his mane and tug. Lightning strikes out and nearly makes contact with the windows nearest to the two of you, the bolts of light making the flush on the man in front of you even more apparent during the brief highlight.

"You said you wanted my attention earlier, right?" You ask, your voice barely above a slight tremor of an exhale and nearly incoherent. Lars nods against the grip in his hair and on his chin, and his eyes widen as you tug him forward, his hands once gripping your thighs now grasping onto your waist to steady himself as you bring him forward.

"Come and get it, then." You shutter out, barely able to finish your sentence before his grip turns bruising and his lips ascend on yours.

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Warm puffs of heated breath make their way down your bare and goosebump-ridden chest as you lean against the drum set behind you, your lips spread open wide in a permanent gape as the Dane sucks and licks marks into your skin. The tip of a tongue breaches out between kiss chapped lips to tease the top of your left, swollen nipple, and your hips pulse up against the firm and unyielding hands holding you down in place.

The teasing tongue wraps itself around your areola and gently tugs with a light gnarr of teeth, and you cry out at the oversensitivity, your hands reaching down to lightly tap on the shoulders of the man currently trying to taste every inch and centimeter of you.

Lars lifts his head from your chest and removes his mouth from you with a reverberating pop, you blushing as the sound echoes around the room and him sporting a wolfish grin at your reaction. The warm and persistent press of his erection on your leg makes the slick in between your thighs nearly double in amount as you acknowledge the weight of it, and you whine out as your clothed sex pulsates against the soaked material of your uncomfortable bottom clothing. Before you could beg him to move on, he sends you a gentle smile and wetly makes his way down to your navel, your stomach involuntarily sucking in as his appendage makes its way into your belly button.

You let out a light laugh at the ticklish sensation, and you feel him smile against your heating up flesh, the hands holding you down slowly rubbing circles in the bruising skin of your hips. You close your eyes and lick moisture back to your reddened pout as you feel him slide even further down and make it to the beginning of your jeans within a few heat filled seconds.

"Where else do you want me to taste you, angel?" Lars asks you, his face holding on to an innocent expression as one of his hands trail down from your side and its thumb digs into your clothed clit. The musician looks at you with faux confusion as you cry out, his tongue coming to peek out in barely hidden hunger as your chest heaves and your arms give out underneath you. Wooden drumsticks falter and tumble down to the floor, the sound going unnoticed as Lars helps you lift your hips from the chair beneath you and tugs your pants and underwear down in one haste filled yank. You immediately shy away as your overheated and weeping pussy is exposed to the awe looking man kneeling in between your legs, and you freeze in place as he lets out a tsking sound.

"I asked you a question, princess. Where else do you want me to taste you?" You let out an audible gasp as he situates himself and grazes his fingertips everywhere except for where you truly needed them.

"Want your tongue to taste my pussy, want your mouth on me again," you start shakily, letting out a moan as you watch his green eyes darken at your next words. "On your pussy." Lars temporarily closes his eyes and twitches against your leg from your words, and you murmur out his name as his hand travels to cup your sex and tease at it with his calloused palm. "So, if this is my pussy, then I don't have to wait for you to tell me where you want me to taste you, do I?" He asks you, waiting for your nod of consent and agreement, before thumbing your clit and bringing the digit up to his swollen lips. Lars watches as your breath visibly wanes at the sight of him eating your slick so casually, and he bites back a satisfied and predatory smile as he brings his spit slick thumb back down to rub it against your pulsating folds.

"So, I can eat this pussy, tease this pussy," he muses out slowly, watching you writhe in front of him with impatience and desperation. "Use this pussy whenever I'd like?" You nod with fervor and let out a cry of relief as he slowly teases two fingers inside of your tight heat, the relief almost palpable and bringing tears to your eyes. Lars lets out a coo as he watches your fluttery lids begin to dampen with emotion, and he bends down to lightly press a kiss to your trembling thigh, before trailing his head and mouth up to where it truly wants and craves to be.

You melt and slug against the drum set behind you as the first rough swipe of his tongue meets with your enflamed clit, and your nails dig into his shoulders as his free hand pulls you down even further on the chair. Digits curve themselves in the wet heat inside of you, and your legs seize and tense against either side of his sides as he brushes against your sponge-like spot with finesse. Lars moans against your weeping and gushing sex as he feels your walls clench and constrict around his fingers, and his eyes nearly flutter shut as your taste and slick make their way into his inviting and overactive mouth and down his jaw.

The heat in your groin intensifies and a seeming coil snaps as you reach your first orgasm that night, a sob wrenching its way out of your sore and exhausted lungs as your cum accumulates and strings against his fingers and now sopping wet wrist. Lars' eyes open back up fully as he watches you gasp for air above him, and satisfaction fills him as he watches you involuntarily twitch from his ministrations. His cock impatiently twitches in the confines of his fitted jeans as he waits for you to come down from your oversensitive high, his fingers carefully removing themselves from inside of you and coming up to draw figure 8's in your shivering skin.

"You still with me?" He asks you, you letting out a stilted exhale and weakly nodding back a response, unable to catch your bearing enough to verbally respond back. A feeling of disappointment floods through you once you are finally able to lift your head and see that he's still erect in between your legs, his cockhead visibly pulsing against the material of his pants and staining the zipper of them with precum. Lars lets out a soft sound of confusion as your unsteady hands tug him up into a standing position, his hips bucking into the cupping palm of your hand as you rub against his hard dick.

You let out a hush as he begins to protest your movements as you shakily lift yourself off of the drum set from behind you and the ruined chair, and carefully make your way down onto your still trembling knees. "I just want a taste," you dazedly reassure him, your tongue still feeling heavy and slow from your orgasm just a few minutes ago. "Once I can fully process a single thought that isn't only about me wanting to suck your dick, I want you to fuck me against the drum set."

Lars' mouth gapes open and his eyelids flutter at the relief of you releasing his dick from the rough and damp confinement of his jeans, and a small stutter of a sound punches its way out from his chest as the rain pelts itself down on the windowpane outside. Your mouth begins to water once his length bounces itself against his groin once it's freed, and you waste no time before sliding your tongue out of your mouth and wrapping it around his flushed, red tip.

The Dane lets out a sharp gasp as you immediately slide down to the hilt once your tongue collects the copious amount of his pre-ejaculate, and his fingers run down to make purchase in your wet locks as you hungrily swallow around him.

"Holy shit." He shakily whispers out, the muscles in his stomach taut and tightening as you mouth fuck him for all he's worth, your tongue sliding out as you deepthroat him and moan at the feeling of the tip of his dick meeting with the back of your throat.

You lightly tap against his hips with one of your spit-soaked palms and let out a positive sounding hum, your eyes fluttering shut and eyelashes collecting stray and heavy tears once he begins to fuck your mouth and throat. Calloused fingers tear their way through the strands of your hair as his hips make audible contact with your chin, going so far into your throat that the tip of your tongue makes contact with his tightening and raising ballsack.

Lars has to force himself to slowly slide out of the tight heat of your mouth and cup the base of his dick before he orgasms, the tip of his cock still weeping out a few drops of pre-release as he takes in your disheveled look and state. Thick tear stains run themselves down your cheeks and bubbled spit collects itself in a messy spread along your chin, and you lightly rub at the hood of your sex as your arousal drips down onto the wooden floorboards beneath the two of you.

"God, you're such a fucking dream." Lars grunts out, his fingers slowly removing themselves from your hair and bending down to wrap his shaky palms around the slick sides of your waist. You let out a pleased sound as you're lifted up with ease and planted back onto your feet, the sound soon turning into a gasp as you're steadily maneuvered and bent over the drum set, the chair you released on earlier getting shoved to the side once again.

The drummer lets out a hum of approval as he watches you obediently spread your legs wide and fight your inner shyness, the slick running down your thighs enticing him even further as he nearly mounts himself over you. "What'd you say about me fucking you against my drum set earlier, again?" He casually asks you, you beginning to feel small in this position as he towers over you, a blush fighting its way up to your messy cheeks as you hear and feel him slicking himself up with your release and wetness.

You can only whisper and beg out a please, before his length slides into you with an experienced and hearty thrust, his tip hitting your g-spot like it was made for you and this moment entirely. Lightning strikes out again and paints itself white against the two of you, as you sob and hold onto a cymbal as you're pounding into from behind.

Slick and disgustingly messy sounds create a cacophony in the small apartment, combined with your strangled and gasped out moans of pleasure, and you let out a silent scream as the man behind you slides a hand down your front and pinches at your clit, his mouth only releasing itself from your hickey-ridden shoulder to playfully muse out.

"Knew you'd sound better screaming for me, rather than at me." You're unable to rebut back as your second orgasm takes over and your release soaks the front of his still thrusting thighs. A hand delicately wraps itself around your throat as he continues to fuck up into you with reckless abandon. You let out silent gasps of pleasure and overstimulation as he uses you against his set, the partial deprivation of air making you feel deliciously lightheaded. Lars moans out against your ruined skin and pulses himself inside of you as he fills you to the brim, the sensitive skin of the tops of your thighs beginning to sting from his once seemingly never-ending thrusts.

Thick globs of cum run their way down your weakened legs as he slowly removes himself from inside of you and gently turns you around, your body relaxing in his embrace as he brings you forward and into a spit coated kiss.

"You doing alright? I was a little bit rough with you." Lars' eyes run their way down your exhausted and beat figure, and you nod against him with the rest of the energy you've got left in you, before slumping forward and closing your eyes.

"How about we both get in the shower, and then come back out and clean up this mess?" You tiredly open your eyes and let out a shocked and weak bout of laughter as you look down at the floor beneath you. A thick consistency of your combined releases drip themselves down into a puddle on the floor from the drum set and the chair is tumbled over and lying down on its side, the curtain closest to it now on the floor and tangled around a leg of it. If you look close enough, you can still see the shine of your cum on the sitting area of the chair. You quickly blush and glance away as your feet are removed from the ground once again as he lifts you up. And as you tilt your head back and allow yourself to be carried away and toward the bathroom you stormed out of earlier, you let a small smile grace your face as lightning resounds and vibrates the floorboards beneath the two of you.

You were glad he made his way over to your brother's apartment on his own, and eventually to you, and into you.

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clem900 · 10 months ago

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Mmmhgg

#lars #lars ulrich #metallica #oh fuck #creaming #80s metal #lars ulrich x reader #lars ulrich smut #hes so fine

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nuchester · 7 months ago

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Dave & Lars (1999) 🩷

#dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine #lars ulrich #lars ulrich smut #metallica #megadeth #dave mustaine x reader #lars ulrich x reader

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 11 months ago

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Using Safe Words - Metallica pt.1

A/n: Basically just scenario's where a safe word is used and how Metallica members would react. This is only James, Lars and Kirk, if you'd like to the bassists or other bands even let me know :3

Link to part 2

Warnings: Smut, angst, use of a safe word, rough sex, sex toys, if you think you won't be comfortable reading that that's fine protect yourself before reading content :3 Also, if there's anything you think I missed let me know!

James had you bent in half on the couch. He had had a rough day at the studio, everyone was just on his ass and in his face and it was driving him crazy, so when he got home you offered to help him destress. Only you hadn’t anticipated this...

Don’t get me wrong, James was always on the rougher side of things but this was pushing it. He’d been manhandling you and pulling more orgasms out of you than your body could take at this point. It didn’t matter how sensitive you were, how weak or overstimulated you were, James just didn’t stop and your begs and pleads only seemed to fuel his need for dominance.

His hips were slamming against your at an unholy as he held your knees to your chest. “Fuck, pretty little slut, barely keeping your eyes open?” Your eyes were rolling back, your brain was practically useless at this point and you were shaking uncontrollably underneath James. James slapped you across the face, hard. You cried out but he didn’t care and did it again. “Fucking look at me when I’m railing you.” He ordered.

“Ja-Jamie, Jamie, please!” You sobbed, tears streaming down your red face. “Can’t-can’t take it, please!”

“Whiny whore.” He groaned, slapping you again. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Pumpkin.” You sputtered, your voice was weak and he barely heard it. James laughed and stared down at your weak form.

“What was that? Gotta speak up, bitch.”

“Pum-pumpkin, please, pumpkin!” You sobbed, tossing and turning. James froze, any cold demeanour he had vanished in an instant.

“What was that?” He asked, his voice now basically a whisper. You didn’t respond and just continued sobbing. James slowly pulled out and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” He littered kisses all over your face, soft and gentle ones. He wiped the tears from your eyes and held you close. “I’m so, so sorry, love, how about I run you a nice warm bath, yeah? Then we can watch a movie or something, how does that sound?” You gave a small nod and he carried you to the bathroom.

He never let go of you while he got the bath ready, sprinkling in smelling salts, lighting a few candles and even adding in rose petals. Fake ones he was saving for a special occasion but he felt you needed them now more than anything.

“Do you want me to get leave?” He asked once he got you in the tub. You shook your head.

“Just-just hold me.” Your voice was still shaky as you mumbled. “Please.” James smiled and got in with you, pulling you close to his chest. He continued to whisper praises and apologise in your ear, pressing soft kisses all over your face and asking if you’re ok.

Lars was always a dick. He’d refuse to let you cum or make you cum so much you couldn’t remember your own name. Then there’d be times when he would only focus on his own pleasure and completely disregard whether you finished or not. Usually, this was just to annoy you, rile you up and what not, plus there’d always be days when he was just perfect for you, making sure everything was just right. He’d have his moments, for sure.

Today was nothing like anything he’s put you through. He’d just come back from a tour with Metallica and said he was all pent up. Of course you understood, you’d been feeling just the same, and so you ended up in the bedroom.

Your wrists and ankles were tied to the bedposts. Lars had two vibrators in either of your holes, with one perfectly pressed against your clit. Lars was pistoning himself in and out of your mouth, not caring if you could breathe or not. You were gagging, not necessarily because of him but just because you needed air, he didn’t care either way, he just enjoyed the noises coming from you like sweet music to his ears.

“Fuck, so good for me.” Lars moaned out, throwing his head back in pleasure. Your whole body was hot and tight, not in the usual way. The high speed vibrations, the stretch you never welcomed, Lars standing over you and being unable to even try to move through all of it just made everything hurt. Painful, is what it was.

You tried to choke something out but the words couldn’t form around Lars. “Oh, I’m sorry, what was that?” He asked with a grin, pulling out enough for you to talk.

“Please, just-” You didn’t get a chance to finish as Lars slammed himself right back past your lips. Again you gagged while he cackled above you. You pulled and thrashed against the restraints but every move just made the feelings down below so much worse.

Lars pulled out again, still snickering. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you wanna try again?” He asked, you knew he’d just do it again so you blurted out the only thing you thought could get him to stop.

“Pump-!” Again he cut you off. This time his laughter was short-lived when he processed what you were trying to say.

“Wait, what?” He asked, moving completely off of you. He held your face as he always did, caressing your cheek.

“Pumpkin, please, pumpkin!” You sobbed, writhing at the pain coursing through you. Lars immediately panicked, rushing to take everything off and out of your. As soon as you were able to, you pushed yourself to the corner of the bed, curling in on yourself as you cried, trying to forget what you just experienced.

Lars came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was that bad.” His voice was soft and a little shaky. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why-why would you-would you do that to me?” You asked through quiet sobs. He shook his head, nuzzling against you.

“I didn’t-I don’t-I just-” He started and stopped his sentences before just giving up. “I’m so, so sorry, love.” He held you a little longer before getting up and walking out of the room. He returned a few minutes later with a cloth and started wiping you down. The cloth was coarse and rough against you. You snatched it out of his hand and started cleaning yourself off in a more delicate fashion. “I’m sorry, can I just-” He reached for it again but you turned away from him. He gave a small nod and went to the closet.

You watched him dig through the clothes, tears making your vision a little blurry and you couldn’t stop sniffling. Lars came back to you, standing beside the bed and holding out clothes for you to take. One of his band shirts and a pair of his sweats. You looked between him and the clothes in his hands for a moment before taking them and slowly getting them on. “My body hurts.” You muttered, voice shaky.

“I’m sorry.” He said again. “I can set up a movie for us? A bubble bath? Whatever you want.” You thought about it for a moment before giving a small nod.

“A movie sounds nice.” Lars smiled at you and rushed off to set up a movie for the two of you in the living room.

A few weeks ago Kirk had brought up the idea of having a threesome to which you immediately turned down, that was not up your alley at all. Kirk dropped it when he saw how much you disliked the idea and for a while you thought that was the end of it.

Kirk brought you on tour with him, it was just for a week for his birthday and you intended to spend as much time with him as you could during his special day. The two of you finally had some alone time in your hotel room and were watching a movie, he kept touching up your leg and teasing you a bit, so you decided to indulge and have some fun.

You were straddling his lap, your tongues exploring each other’s mouth as you interchanged moans and groans. Kirk’s hands were roaming your body, groping your ass. He’d have his hands on your hips and pull you down while grinding the tent in his pants against you, drawing more sounds out of the both of you.

Everything was fine until you heard a deep groan that didn’t sound anything like Kirk, plus it was coming from the other side of the room. You pulled away, Kirk went to kiss your neck, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin. You glanced over your shoulder and saw James in a chair not far away with his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it up and down.

Fear shot through you and you pushed yourself off of Kirk, looking between him and the lead singer. “What the fuck?!”

“What?” Kirk asked, looking genuinely concerned for you. “You said no threesome so I figured James could just watch.” He explained. You can hear it in his tone that he’s doubting the idea as he says it. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. With no verbal disagreement Kirk leaned over to you again and kissed you. You slapped him. He didn’t look confused or hurt, just a little sad that he made you uncomfortable.

“Fucking pumpkin! I told you when you brought it up the first time, why would this be ok?!” He didn’t say anything and just looked down at the sheets. You scoffed and stormed out of the room and into the bathroom, taking a moment to breathe and just get yourself calmed down.

Several minutes pass and you hear a knock on the door. “Sweetheart?” Kirk called, his voice soft. “Can I, uh, can I come in?” You waited a moment before opening the door, holding yourself and pouting at him. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told James that it was ok without talking about it with you.”

“You shouldn’t have even talked to him about it knowing that I wasn’t comfortable with stuff like that!” You argued. Kirk nodded and looked down again.

“Look, why don’t you take the bed and-and I’ll sleep in the tub.” He suggested, even taking a step around you to get to the small bath.

“Why would you do that?”

“I figured, you know, you wouldn’t want to share a bed with me after-” He paused and took a seat on the edge of the bath. “After that.” He sighed, running a hand over his face. “I’m sorry, it was really dumb, I promise it won’t happen again.” You nodded and sat beside him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I still want you to sleep in bed with me.” You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers together. “Sleep isn’t the same when I know I can’t steal your blankets.” You smiled up at him.

“I think I’d prefer the tub.” He chuckled. Kirk pulled you closer and kissed your forehead.

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