Do You See What I See

Hi. Love your work so much. Can you please write about Lars × reader being friends for years but they both had crush on each other secretly and they never showed their real feelings for each other and finally Lars confesses about his feelings? And please include smut and thirst 🙈 sorry for my bad English anyway

All the words I don't say

Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ smut, friends to lovers

Lars and I had been friends for years. We met after one of their shows in the early days of Metallica and instantly hit it off. We shared the same sense of humor, the same interests, and the same group of friends. But there was always something more between us, something unspoken.

We both had a crush on each other, but we never dared to admit it. We were afraid of ruining our friendship, of making things awkward between us. So we kept our feelings hidden, buried deep inside.

One night, Lars invited me to a party at the Metallimansion. He opened the door and we smiled at each other before he pulled me into a hug. "Hey I'm so glad you could make it," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

I returned his hug, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "I wouldn't miss a good party." I replied, feeling a rush of happiness at being in his arms.

Taking my hand, Lars energetically pulled me into the house, where the air was filled with the thumping bass of music, towards the rest of Metallica standing near the makeshift bar area. They were laughing loudly at some joke when they noticed the both of us approaching.

"Hey guys! Look who's here." Lars announced with a wide smile, pulling me closer to him possessively. His hand still holding mine tightly.

James raised an eyebrow at the sight of our joined hands. A smirk played across his lips as he looked between the two of us knowingly. "Hey Y/N, how you doing? You two look pretty comfortable there."

Kirk and Cliff chuckled knowingly and Lars quickly let go of your hand, his cheeks turning crimson. "Sorry Y/N. Let's get you something to drink, what do you want, beer, shots?"

I looked from our hands to Lars' blushing face. "It's ok...beer would be nice, yea..."

Lars nodded, grateful for the change of subject and hurried off to grab two bottles from the kitchen.

In the meantime, Cliff sidled up beside me with a sly grin. "So, you and Lars, huh? Never thought I'd see the day."

Before I could respond, Kirk chimed in excitedly. "Ooh, dish the deets! How did this happen? Did he finally work up the nerve to talk to you?" His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he leaned in closer.

My thoughts were suddenly all over the place, confusion written all over my face. "Wait, guys, what are you talking about? You seem to get something wrong..."

Just then, Lars returned with the drinks, handing one over to me carefully. He shot his friends a warning glare before they raised their hands in surrender, smirked and wandered off to find James.

I had no clue what was going on with Lars and the sudden assumptions but decided to find out later, feeling the need to get drunk first.

A few drinks later, I stood and mingled with some friends, I couldn't help but steal glances at Lars. He looked handsome as ever, with his feathered hair and easy smile. Seeing him talk to any girl made me feel a pang in my chest, knowing that I could not have him.

Intrigued by the boys' earlier words plus Lars's weird behavior, I decided to ask James about it, when I saw him standing outside by himself, but unfortunately, I only got a snicker and a shrug with the words, "Don't ask me, he needs to tell you himself."

The words echoed in my mind all night as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Could it be possible that Lars felt the same way about me?

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, Lars eventually pulled me aside. He looked nervous, his hands fidgeting with his drink. "Hey, can we talk?"

I nodded before he led me to his room, away from the noise and prying eyes.

"Lars, what's going on with you tonight?" I asked, concern and confusion lacing my voice.

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting mine. "I have something to tell you," he said. "I was acting weird because...I've been trying to figure out how to tell you something."

"Alright, here goes nothing..."

Lars took another deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say, his heart pounding as he looked into my eyes.

"I...I like you, Y/N. Like, really like you. More than just friends." The words tumbled out in a rush, as if he couldn't hold them back anymore. "I have for a while, but I didn't know how to tell you."

He reached out tentatively, taking my hand in his. His palm was sweaty, betraying his nerves. "I understand if this changes things between us. If you don't feel the same way. But I needed you to know."

Lars held his breath, waiting for my response. I was speechless. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Lars had feelings for me? It was like a dream, too good to be true.

"You... you like me?" I managed to whisper, my voice trembling with a mixture of shock and uncertainty.

"Yes, Y/N," he replied, his gaze unwavering. Time seemed to stand still as I processed the implications of his words. Had I been so oblivious to his feelings?

"I don't know what to say, Lars," I admitted, my voice barely above a murmur. "I never expected this."

"I understand," he said softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "This is... quite unexpected, I guess."

I took a deep breath and met his gaze. "Lars," I said, my voice filled with a newfound confidence, "I think I feel the same way."

He looked back at me, surprise registering in his eyes. "You do?"

"Yeah I always had a little crush on you to be honest...I just thought you weren't interested in me..."

He looked taken aback for a moment, but then a smile slowly spread across his face. "I had no idea... You're quite good at hiding it, playing it cool, you know."

Lars stepped closer, the gap between us slowly closing. "Maybe I should have been less subtle...and do this." He gently cups my cheek and leans in to press his lips against mine.

The kiss was gentle and slightly hesitant at first, a silent question in his touch. But slowly he deepened it, his other hand coming up to rest at the small of my back, pulling me closer.

Before long, we moved onto the bed, sharing fiery kisses. Lars hand slipped beneath my top, gently caressing my skin. I arched into him, craving more of his touch as he broke the kiss and leaned in, his breath hot against my ear as he murmured, "I've wanted this for so long."

"If this is just a dream, don't wake me up." I heard him chuckle and smile before he started to undress me until I was almost left bare, his own clothes following right away.

Lars' lips crashed into mine once again, his body covering mine as he settled between my thighs. His hands circled my breasts as his muscular chest pressed against my soft mounds and his arousal brushed against my belly, a clear indication of the desire coursing through his veins.

As he pulled back from the kiss, his fingers wandered and brushed against my damp panties, making me gasp.

"You sure about this?" Lars' eyes were dark with lust as they locked with mine, a silent promise of the pleasure that awaited and I could only nod, eager for more. "I'm sure."

He smiled and pulled my panties down my legs before his skilled fingers danced along my slick folds, teasing my throbbing clit with feather-light touches that sent jolts of electricity through my body. I arched into his touch, desperate for more contact, more pressure.

He lavished attention on my neck now, peppering kisses along my jaw. My skin prickled with goosebumps as he worked his way down, leaving a trail of heated passion in his wake.

Lars positioned himself between my spread legs, his cock, hard and insistent, prodded at my entrance, seeking permission to claim me fully.

He paused, searching my face for any sign of hesitation or discomfort, but found only lust-filled eyes gazing back at him.

Slowly, deliberately, Lars pushed forward, sinking into my welcoming heat. A soft moan rips from his throat as my walls clench around him, enveloping his shaft in slick, pulsating warmth.

Once he was fully sheathed, Lars stilled, allowing us both to savor the intense sensation of being joined so intimately.

As he began to move, I stared up at him with dreamy eyes before he leans in to kiss me once more, whispering against my lips. "You're utter perfection."

The tenderness of his declaration contrasted beautifully with the passion of his lovemaking. Each deliberate stroke of his cock inside me sent waves of pleasure crashing over my senses. My legs wrap around his waist, urging him deeper, my heels digging into the small of his back.

The world narrowed to the feel of skin on skin, the sound of heavy breathing, and the relentless pulse of our hearts beating as one.

With each stroke, Lars brought me closer to that yearning sensation. "Lars, don't stop."

"Never, babygirl," Lars said, his voice strained with pleasure as he continued to piston in and out of my slick heat. His hips snapped forward with increasing urgency, driving his length deeper into me.

My nails dug into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as the coil of tension in my belly wound tighter and tighter. Every fiber of my being screams for release, begging to be swept away.

"Lars!" I cry out, my voice a desperate whine. "I'm so close!" In response, he angled his thrusts to hit that magical spot within me, sending shockwaves of bliss rippling through my core.

The pressure built, cresting higher and higher, until finally, with a loud moan suppressed by his mouth capturing my lips, I came undone, my body convulsing in a powerful orgasm.

At the peak of my climax, Lars buried himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing as he reached his own summit with a passionate moan.

"Oh fuck, that was incredible. "Lars cradled me close, his heart hammering against my chest as he kissed my lips.

Eventually, the storm subsided, leaving us both spent and sated. Lars carefully withdrew, his softened member slipping free with a wet pop. He gathered me into his arms, holding me tightly as we both basked in the warm aftermath of our lovemaking.

"You're amazing, I think I love you..." Lars murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

"I think I love you too..." I mustered a bright smile, and just lay there with him, embracing the warmth of Lars' strong arms, I allowed myself to drift into a peaceful reverie, the pounding music and laughter from below fading into insignificance.

After a while, Lars gently disentangled himself from me. "We should probably get dressed and rejoin the party," he suggested, a hint of reluctance in his tone.

With a sigh, I nodded, knowing he's right. The night was still young, and our friends would surely wonder where you've disappeared to.

"What are we gonna tell the guys?" I asked with a chuckle. "Are we gonna show off?"

"We don't. They knew all along. And yes, we're gonna show off because you're stuck with me now." Lars answered with a smirk.

"Stuck with you, huh? Well, I suppose I can live with that."

He is so squishy oh my goodness

evil man i love you

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Shoreline Amphitheatre, 22 Jul 1994

his beautiful neck

Hi to my favorite writer 😍 Can you please write a fic in which the reader is Lars' gf and she always follows him on tours and one day after a show, Lars is so sweaty and wants to take a shower and the reader/his gf offers him to join him and take a shower together and things happens (smut) 🙈

Thank you for another request, there sure is a lack of Lars fics 😘

Slippery when wet

Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ smut, shower sex, oral

The lights were still flashing in my eyes as we made our way back to the hotel after another insane Metallica show, the roar of the crowd still ringing in my ears. Lars was sweaty and exhausted, his hair sticking to his forehead in damp strands.

"God, I need a shower," Lars groaned, running a hand through his long hair. "I'm drenched in sweat."

I smirked, knowing exactly what he needed as we entered the privacy of our shared hotel room. "I can help with that?"

Lars raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Oh really? And how do you plan on doing that?"

I took his hand and led him into the bathroom with a promising smile. Turning on the water and adjusting the temperature to the right level, I started to strip. Lars followed suit, ready to unwind after a adrenalin rushed night on stage.

Once in the shower, the warm water cascaded over us, mingling with the cool air of the bathroom as I stepped closer to Lars, my hands instinctively finding their way to his shoulders. The tension in his muscles was palpable, a testament to the high-energy performance he had delivered on stage.

I guided him to lean against the cool tile wall, creating space for my soapy hands to glide across his sweaty skin. Starting at his nape, I worked my way down, massaging the tense muscles that had built up from hours of intense drumming. My fingers danced along his vertebrae, sending tingles down his spine.

As I reached his upper back, I couldn't resist leaning in, my lips brushing against the tender flesh before I captured his lips with mine in a searing kiss.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate as the water continued to cascade over us, my tongue swirling with his.

Breaking away, I sank to my knees on the slippery tiles, with a coy smile. My gaze locked with Lars', hunger burning in his eyes as I wrapped my hand around him. I stroked him slowly, savoring the feel of his velvety skin and the way he throbbed in my soft grip.

"You're so hard already." I purred, stroking him from base to tip. "Do you like having my mouth on you, Lars?"

A smirk curled Lars' lip as he gazed down at me, his green eyes gleaming with amusement and lust. He let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling in his chest.

"Oh come on," he scoffed. "You've been dying to get your lips around my dick all night. So go ahead, take what you want. Show me how much you crave it." He placed a hand on the back of my head, guiding me closer.

I looked up at him, a challenge in my eyes, before wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock and sucking gently. His taste, a mix of salt and something uniquely Lars, filled my senses, making me hungry for more.

"Mmm, that's it," Lars groaned, his grip tightening in my hair.

I bobbed my head, taking more of his length into my mouth and hummed around him, the vibrations sending pleasurable shivers through his body.

"Look at you, so eager to please." Lars gasped, his hips starting to buck in time with my sucks. "Fuck..."

His words dissolved into moans as I picked up speed, determined to bring him to the brink. Just when I felt his cock twitch and swell, signaling his impending climax, he suddenly pulled me off with a jerk.

Before I could protest, Lars spun me around, pinning me against the slick tiles with his petite frame. His lips crashed onto mine in a hungry, dominating kiss, his tongue plundering my mouth.

Our mouths moved in a feverish dance, tongues entwining as warm water pattered against our entangled bodies. I could feel his hardness pressed against me, the heat radiating from his skin seeping into mine.

Without breaking the kiss, Lars began to move lower, his lips trailing along my neck, across my collarbone, and down the expanse of my breasts.

Reaching my pelvis, he knelt, his hands grabbing my thighs and pulling them apart, opening me up to his gaze. Water poured down between my wet folds, mingling with the arousal trickling from my core.

Lars looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire as they roamed over my body. "So gorgeous, let me taste you." He breathed, his voice husky with need.

Leaning in, he pressed his lips against my inner thigh and his hot breath fanned over my pussy. "I can't wait to fuck you." Lars murmured, his voice a rough purr vibrating against my skin.

His tongue darted out, licking a stripe up my center, tasting the sweet juices mixed with water. He managed to bury his face in my cunt, his pointy nose pushing against my clit, creating a wonderful friction.

My back arched as Lars' skilled tongue delved deeper, circling my entrance before plunging inside. He lapped at my inner walls, savoring the taste of my arousal while his nose continued to rub against my sensitive clit. His hands roamed my thighs, gripping and kneading the flesh as he ate me out.

The dual sensations sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body, toes curling and fingers digging into Lars' scalp as I ground against his face.

"Lars..." I moaned, my voice ragged with need. "Don't stop, please."

He doubled his efforts, tongue delving deeper into my clenching channel as his thumb found my swollen clit, rubbing firm circles around the bud. The combined stimulation pushed me rapidly towards the edge, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

"I'm so close." I panted, my thighs trembling as Lars was driving me mercilessly towards climax. And then, with a final swirl of his talented tongue, I shattered. My vision was blurring and body convulsing as my orgasm crashed over me, making me moan loudly.

As the aftershocks subsided, leaving me with shaky legs, Lars steadied me, grabbing onto my hips to keep me upright. He pressed a soft kiss to my wet folds, then slowly stood, his eyes burning with desire.

Turning me to face the cool tile wall, he positioned himself behind me, the swollen head of his cock nudging my entrance. "Brace yourself baby because I'm about to fuck you stupid." Lars growled in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

With a swift, powerful thrust, Lars sheathed himself fully inside me, stretching my sensitive walls deliciously wide. A groan rumbled from his chest as he savored the feel of my tight heat enveloping him.

He began to move, setting a fast pace as he pounded into me with unrestrained ferocity. Each stroke sent a wave of pleasure through my core, the force of his thrusts causing my breasts to jiggle and hands trying desperately to hold onto the slippery tiles in front of me.

Lars reached around, his hand finding my clit and rubbing the sensitive nub in firm circles. The dual assault on my senses quickly had me careening toward another peak, my inner muscles fluttering and clenching around his pistoning shaft.

"Yes, just like that!" I whimpered as I pushed back to meet his relentless rhythm.

As Lars' relentless thrusts continued, I felt the pressure building once again. He sensed my nearing climax, increasing the intensity of his strokes and circling my clit with greater urgency.

With a hoarse moan, Lars buried himself to the hilt and stilled, his hot seed erupting within me. The feeling of him pulsing and throbbing, filling me up, was enough to push me over the edge.

My orgasm hit like a wave, crashing over me with overwhelming intensity. I cried out and my knees nearly gave out from under me. But Lars was there, strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close as I trembled and convulsed against him.

I leaned heavily against him as he held me securely and for a moment, neither of us moved, simply basking in the afterglow, chests rising and falling in tandem.

Eventually, Lars carefully withdrew from my spent channel, his cum dribbling down my inner thighs. A soft, satisfied smirk played on his lips as he gazed at me, his eyes filled with affection and amusement.

"Let me help you clean up, baby." he offered with a soft smile as he held onto my waist. "You think you can walk?"

"Fuck no." I admitted dramatically. The thought of venturing out for drinks afterward, in my current state, seemed laughable, legs feeling like jelly.

"Oh no, that's too bad." Lars chuckled mischievously, his hand coming to smack my ass lightly, a playful glint in his eyes before he drew me into a tender kiss, our lips meeting in a passionate embrace.

OH MY GOD