Pure 'Tallica Imagines

"I Love You" (Lars Ulrich)

"I'm tired," you breathed, leaning against him as we rode up in the elevator. The fact Lars hugged you tighter against him. "I know, baby," he murmured. "It's been a long day."
You sighed, closing your eyes. You had followed the band around today to interviews, rehearsals, and other little things.

You were exhausted and your cheeks hurt from all the smiling. You and Lars got off at the floor, walking lazily down the hall to the room. Lars slid the key and pushed the door open, leading you inside. You stripped off your jacket and jeans, pulling your bra off but leaving your t-shirt on. You left the clothes on the floor and stumbled to the bed.

Lars laughed at you but you ignored him, closing your eyes and snuggling under the covers. He joined you in grey boxers and his t-shirt. He yanked you towards him and you settled on his chest. His fingers drew circles on your back and you sighed blissfully. His fingers trailed lower and were now trailing around on your butt. You giggled.

"Cut it out," You croaked. "What?" He questioned and giggled. "You know what," You said with a yawn. He pinched your butt and you giggled. You sat up and kissed him softly. "Go to sleep," You said sternly, fighting back a laugh.

He kissed you again, deepening it. His hand grabbed your waist and pushed you back. You were laying flat on your back. He crawled on top of you, keeping the kiss going. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

He pulled back and smiled down at you before moving his lips to your neck. His hand slid slowly up your rib cage and cupped your breast.

"I love you," he said softly.
"I love you, too," you replied, pushing your fingers through his hair. He pulled your underwear and lifted your hips, allowing him to ease it off. He kissed you roughly, eager to what was to come. You felt him kick off his boxers and lifted your legs higher on his waist.

"You okay, baby?" he mumbled.
You nodded. He pressed against you and whimpered. "Lars, please," You panted. He pushed slowly into you and gasped, digging your fingertips into his back. He let out a breathy groan as he filled you to the hilt.

Slowly, he pulled out and pushed back in, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His thrusts stayed slow and gentle, not rushing through or going too hard. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of him inside you. His moans were soft, blending with his heavy pants.

You both built a steady pace, pleasure rippling through your abdomen.
"B-Baby..." he said, his voice choppy and strained. "Me-Me too," You gasped back, body tensing. Your legs began to shake and your toes curled. You dug your forehead into his shoulder, your moans and cries getting louder. "Oh, yes..."

You gasped as you squint. He groaned into your neck. "Fuck, Y/N..."
You panted still laying on Lars. Slowly, he rolled off, but pulled you into his chest. "That was a good ending of today..."

"A great ending," You replied and pecked his lips once before snuggling back into his side. "I love you."
"I love you, too."