Can You Do One Where You Make Lars Jealous On Purpose And He Gives You A Lesson Afterwards Being Rough

Can you do one where you make Lars jealous on purpose and he gives you a lesson afterwards being rough and all? 🔥

Y'all wanted Lars smut, there you go 😁

Fueled desire

Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ Smut, degradation

I was tagging along with Metallica on their tour with Guns N' Roses, and the energy was palpable. The music, the crowds, the late nights and early mornings - it was all a whirlwind of excitement and adrenaline.

But amidst all the chaos and excitement, there was one thing that was weighing on my mind - a silly little argument I had gotten into with my boyfriend, Lars. It was nothing serious, just a petty disagreement over something trivial, but it had left a sour taste in my mouth.

As we arrived at the afterparty following their show, I decided to clear my head and have some fun. The party was in full swing, with music blaring and people dancing and laughing. I spotted Duff from Guns N' Roses across the room, and a mischievous idea popped into my head.

I made my way over to him, flashing a smile and striking up a conversation. We chatted about music, life on the road, and everything in between. I could see Lars watching us from across the room, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the jealousy in his eyes. It was childish, I knew, but in that moment, it felt good to have the upper hand.

As the night wore on, Duff and I continued to chat, laughing and joking as if we were old friends. Lars eventually made his way over to us, his expression unreadable. He stopped in front of us with an icy glare, interrupting our conversation.

Lars grabbed my wrist tightly, his grip firm and possessive. "We're leaving, let's get back to the hotel," he said, his voice low and commanding.

I tried to pull my wrist away, but his hold was too strong. "Lars, what are you doing? Let go of me,  I'm staying here." I demanded, my voice tinged with anger.

Lars ignored my protests and began to lead me away from Duff, who was watching the scene unfold with a mixture of confusion and concern. "What do you think you're doing? Throwing yourself at Duff and flirting with the guy all night?" Lars growled, his jealousy evident in his tone.

"He's just a friend, Lars. You're being ridiculous," I shot back, frustration bubbling up inside me.

Lars didn't respond, his jaw clenched tightly as he continued to drag me away. I could feel the tension between us, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

As we made our way back to the hotel, the silence between us was deafening. I knew that this was far from over, and that the drama between Lars and I was far from resolved. But for now, all I could do was follow him, my heart heavy with the weight of our complicated relationship.

Without a word, he led me back to our hotel room, the door falling shut loudly. I tried to say something, but he cut me off, turning me around and pressing me against the wall roughly, making me gasp.

"Enough of your stupid little games," he growled, his voice low and dangerous, right up against my ear. "You think you can just flirt with whoever you want and make me jealous? Well, I'm not going to stand for it."

I could feel the heat radiating off of him as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin. I could see the fire in his eyes, and I knew I had pushed him too far. But there was something thrilling about the way he was taking control, his dominance sending shivers down my spine.

"Maybe you need a lesson in who you belong to," he whispered, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I could feel the tension between us, the desire and frustration mixing together in a heady cocktail.

Lars smiles at the little sounds I'm letting out, holding my figure in an almost possessive manner. "That's right. You're mine to own." 

He presses himself into me from behind, his hand on my ass as he kisses me hungrily. With how intense the kiss is, it's as if Lars is staking his claim over me. His other hand pulls on my hair, holding me exactly where he wants me. 

I moan as Lars pulls my head backwards, shoving his tongue into my mouth. He kisses me deeper, his tongue exploring my mouth fiercely as I let out another moan. Lars grip on my hair tightens, his need to claim me, growing with every movement.

Letting go of my mouth, his lips trail down my neck before biting into the exposed skin, making me yelp. "Fuck Lars!"

Lars' mouth is on my neck, sucking and biting as he leaves a few dark marks on my skin. He pulls away, only to look at his work, running a finger along the love bites he knows I have to try and hide later.

My body is trembling with need as I manage to stay upright, holding onto the wall. Lars grins as he feels my body shake, the way I'm trying to keep myself together only making him want to take me even more. He moves his lips back up my neck, lips lingering against my ear as he whispers, "Look at how desperate you are for me. There's absolutely no need for any other man to throw yourself at, like a needy fucking whore..."

"No, I only need you." I let out a shaky breath. Lars chuckles, his breath hot against my ear as he leans in closer, body pressing against mine. "That's exactly right. You're mine and only mine. I'm the only one who can make you needy like this. You need me, say it!" 

"Lars, I need you, please!" I hear you laugh at my desperation. "Good girl," Lars purred, his thumb stroking my bottom lip gently, before he gets a hold of the hem of my dress to roughly pull it upwards, exposing my ass, a delicate lace thong parting my cheeks, grabbing one to squeeze, his touch possessive and rough.

 "But you don't think you deserve to come tonight right?" Lars punctuated his words with a sharp smack on my exposed flesh, the sound echoing in the room. 

The sudden sting of his hand on my ass sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through my body, making me gasp and arch my back. "Ow, Lars! I'm sorry, please you need to let me come tonight..." I whimpered, voice hoarse with need. My pussy throbbed, aching to be touched, begging for Lars' attention.

"That's it, let me hear you beg," Lars encouraged, his voice thick with desire. "I want to hear how much you love it when I spank that pretty ass of yours." He delivered another smack, this time on the other cheek, leaving a warm, tingling sensation in its wake.

My legs trembled as I struggled to stay upright, body buzzing with sensations. "Please, more... I want more," I begged, my inhibitions melting away. "Oh you'll receive plenty more and you're going to count them, understood?  You'll learn to count your blessings.." I nod and give in to the rough treatment. 

Lars brought his hand down on my exposed backside, the sharp crack echoing through the room. I let out a gasp, body jerking forward as the sting registered. "Count, babygirl," Lars instructed, his voice firm yet laced with a hint of pleasure. "One." "One," I repeated, my voice trem. "Please, Lars..."

Another swift motion and the hand came down on my other cheek, leaving a blazing trail of heat. "Two," Lars intoned, his voice steady. "Two," I echoed, body trembling. 

Lars' eyes glinted with satisfaction as he delivered another strike, this time across both cheeks, creating an 'X' of fiery sensation. "Three," he said, his breath hot against my ear. I moaned, my body responding to the pain and pleasure. "Three," I managed, voice a breathless whisper. "Oh, God..."

As the game progressed, Lars' strikes became more intense, each one a deliberate assault on my senses. With every stroke, my body responded, pussy growing wetter with each count. I lost track of time, my mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations as I clung to the wall.

"Ten." Lars announced, his voice thick with desire as he paused to admire my trembling form. "Please Lars, I need you! I can't take any more of these." 

"Greedy little impatient thing, aren't you?" Lars teased, his breath hot on my neck as he nuzzled my sensitive skin. "But I aim to please." He reached around, his fingers dipping beneath the flimsy fabric of my thong, finding my wetness and without warning, plunging two fingers deep inside of me. 

A loud moan escaped my lips as Lars' fingers filled me, stroking in a rhythmic motion, hitting all the right spots. My body moved instinctively against his hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. "Fuck, yes! Right there," I cried out, my forehead pressed against the wall.

Lars chuckled, the sound vibrating through me as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of my slick heat. "You like that, huh? My fingers deep inside you, making you wetter by the second." He added a third finger, stretching me, filling me to the brim, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.

"I'm gonna come... Lars, I'm so close," I panted, my body tensing as the coil of pleasure tightened within me. Lars' thumb found my clit, circling it relentlessly, stopping every movement right before sending me over the edge. "No please I..." 

Lars straightened up, his eyes dark with desire as he took in my disheveled appearance as he coos. "I'm so sorry babygirl, you wanted to cum? You thought I'd let you cum that easily?" His voice was thick with lust, and he took a step closer, his hardness pressing against my thigh.

"I-I..." I stuttered, my eyes flickering with uncertainty and arousal. I was at his mercy, body betraying me as my nipples hardened against the thin fabric of my dress.

Lars's arm snaked around my waist, he kept me locked in place as he removed his hand from my panties. "You're so wet, so responsive," he growled, his lips brushing against my ear. "But I want to hear you beg for it. I want to hear you scream my name when I make you come. You have to earn it."

My mouth went dry as his words sent a fresh wave of heat between my legs. "Please, Lars," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'll beg if that's what you want."

With a possessive growl Lars removed my dress, throwing it aside followed by his fingers roughly pulling my panties down my legs, leaving me bare before he pinned my hands above my head with one hand, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. His free hand trailed down my body, tracing my soft tits, before kneading them hungrily. "Oh baby, trying to make me jealous without thinking of the consequences..."

As he spoke, he released my hands and reached for his belt, undoing it with practiced ease. The sound of his zipper echoed in the room as he freed his thick, throbbing cock, rock hard by now. Lars undressed quickly before he positioned himself behind me with his length pressing against my entrance, teasing me with its promise. "Please, just fuck me already!" I begged, voice hoarse and raw.

He obliged, gripping my hips tightly as he thrust forward, filling me in one smooth motion. I cried out, my body accommodating his size as he stretched and filled me. Lars set a relentless pace, not giving me any time to adjust and his hands leaving red marks on my skin as he pounded into me, claiming me with each thrust.

"You like that, don't you? You all did that on purpose?" he grunted, his breath hot on my neck. "My dick feels so good inside you, making you mine."

I could only moan in response, body moving in sync with his, each stroke hitting my sweet spot, pushing me closer to the edge, hoping Lars lets me come this time. The pressure built, coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I might shatter.

Lars reached around, his fingers finding my sensitive bud once more, pinching and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "Do you want to cum for me now, babygirl?" he grunts, his voice hoarse with desire.

My body convulsed as an intense orgasm ripped through me, causing me to scream his name, his hand flying to my mouth to muffle my scream. My inner walls clamped down on his cock, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Lars groaned, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he spilled his seed deep inside of me, his climax intensifying my own.

We remain joined, breathing heavily, our hearts pounding in unison. Lars's hands gently caressed my trembling body, his thumbs brushing away the tears of pleasure that had formed in the corners of my eyes.

"That," he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction, "was just the beginning, babygirl. I plan on making you come again and again. Until you feel so sorry you just have to apologize over and over to receive my forgiveness."