Metallica one shots and headcannons

Sex pollen🩸(Lars Ulrich one shot)

Warnings: a bit of sexual content, romantic tension. I think it's all

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The sky blushed with the last rays of the setting sun, casting a warm glow over the park as I waited on a secluded bench. He'd texted me earlier, hinting that he had something special for me, but he hadn't revealed what. My heart raced as I spotted him walking toward me, hands tucked behind his back and a shy smile curving his lips.

"Hey," he said softly, stopping just inches away. His eyes lingered on mine before he brought his hands forward, revealing a single flower with rich lavender petals that seemed to shimmer even in the fading light. It was beautiful—delicate and vivid, with an almost surreal glow.

"It made me think of you," he murmured, holding it out toward me, his cheeks just a little flushed.

I took the flower, cradling it carefully between my fingers. "It's beautiful... thank you," I whispered, glancing up to find him watching me with a look I couldn't quite read. The petals were soft beneath my touch, and a sweet, intoxicating scent rose from the bloom, one that seemed to seep into my skin and linger in the air around us.

He sat down beside me, close enough that our shoulders brushed. I held the flower close, breathing in the scent—it was unlike anything I'd smelled before, a subtle, heady fragrance that seemed to cloud my thoughts. The warmth of his body so close only added to the spell that wrapped around us.

"Does it smell different to you?" I asked, trying to distract myself from the growing tension between us.

He tilted his head, inhaling slowly as he leaned toward the flower I held, his face drawing near. "Yeah... it's definitely something else." His voice was low, his breath warm against my skin. My heart raced, and I could feel his gaze flick to my lips before meeting my eyes again.

A warm blush rose to my cheeks as his fingers slid over mine, lingering around the stem of the flower. Our hands tangled slightly, and his thumb grazed over my knuckles, sending a shiver through me. There was a new heat in his eyes, a softness that shifted into something deeper, more intense.

The scent of the flower seemed to grow stronger, sweet and dizzying, and I found myself leaning toward him, closing the distance. His free hand moved to touch my cheek, his fingers warm against my skin as he tilted my face up toward his, his gaze tracing over my features like he was seeing me for the first time. His thumb brushed over my cheek, lingering, and I felt my breath hitch as his lips hovered just inches from mine.

The first brush of his lips was soft, a whisper of a touch that made my heart stutter. But he didn't pull away. His hand slid around to the back of my neck, drawing me closer, and his lips moved more firmly over mine, deepening the kiss until I was clinging to him, our breaths mingling as he kissed me like he'd been holding back for far too long.

My fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt, and he leaned in further, his hand tracing down my arm until his fingers were threading through mine again. He broke the kiss only to press his forehead against mine, his breath unsteady, his gaze filled with a hunger that mirrored my own.

"I can't believe I waited this long," he murmured, his thumb tracing circles over the back of my hand. His voice was rougher now, tinged with something that sent a thrill down my spine.