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You Made Me: Have Random Sex
Vam....well...not really...
NC-17 for the sex
Bartender Chick POV
yeah..nice ain't it?
Don't Know, Don't own, never happened...
~PREVIOUS CHAPTERS~
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1373985.html#cutid1
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1380344.html#cutid1
You’ve been here every night this week, well, every night that I’ve been working. You sit there with that sad look on your face. I know who you are. You’re Ville Valo from HIM. I smile as I watch you down more alcohol. I just want to kiss you. You’re too pretty. I turn away.
Isn’t that the American fellow that you used to hang around? Bam Margera? He is a skateboarder isn’t he? Why are you with him? Is that why you both look so sad? He does a better job of hiding it that you do. You call me back over for another drink. I pour it and try to flirt with you. I want to see you smile. It would make me feel special. You don’t smile, though, you just keep drinking.
I watch you as I work. You kept looking at that American. Do you love him? What does he have that I don’t? A cock, I tell myself, but this next time you call me over I bright the vodka. I knew you’d be wanting another drink.
“When do you get off shift?” I didn’t expect that. I looked at my watch, I was due for a break. I told my manager and came around the bar to you. You smile and tell me to get on your back. I do and we leave the bar.
Your hands slide down my pants. I groan into your hair and your fingers slide inside my sex. I fuck your hand and you chuckle. You pull your hand away and push down my jeans. It’s cold, but it’s worth it, don’t you think? You put your long black coat on the hood of a car and sat me on it. I reach out and unbuckle your belt. You moan throw your head back as I touch you. You’re hot and hard. Did I do this to you or did you get this way thinking about your American? I watch as you roll a condom on. It doesn’t matter anymore.
I’m usually not one for spontaneous sex like this but you’re too perfect to pass up. Your cold hands grip my hips as you plunge into me.
“Fuck yes.” I whispered and you groan. I move my hips and wrap my legs around you. You fuck me fast, hard, and emotionless. I love every minute of it. My eyes open slightly to see someone behind you. The American, he’s watching with wide eyes. I smile and kiss you. You kiss back and I feel the on coming of release. My legs quiver around you. My mouth opens and I gasp for breath. You attach your lips to my neck and I cried out. It was an orgasm so astronomical that had you not kissed me, I would’ve woken all of Finland up. You keep thrusting into me until you finally come. Cursing softly you kiss my forehead.
“Sweetheart.”
“No,” I start. “Don’t say it was a mistake.” I said and pulled up my pants. “I’ll be late if I don’t go now.”
“I’ll be back for a drink.” I walk past your American and smiled slightly as I pushed my hair behind my ear. I just had sex with a rock star.
errrmmm yes....thank the writing god that i used to try to write Harlequinn Romance Novels...Sorry if that sucked more than 100 prostitutes....
Please Leave A Comment at The Reading of the fic.
Fizzy
Over and Out
You Made Me: Have Random Sex
Vam....well...not really...
NC-17 for the sex
Bartender Chick POV
yeah..nice ain't it?
Don't Know, Don't own, never happened...
~PREVIOUS CHAPTERS~
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1373985.html#cutid1
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1380344.html#cutid1
You’ve been here every night this week, well, every night that I’ve been working. You sit there with that sad look on your face. I know who you are. You’re Ville Valo from HIM. I smile as I watch you down more alcohol. I just want to kiss you. You’re too pretty. I turn away.
Isn’t that the American fellow that you used to hang around? Bam Margera? He is a skateboarder isn’t he? Why are you with him? Is that why you both look so sad? He does a better job of hiding it that you do. You call me back over for another drink. I pour it and try to flirt with you. I want to see you smile. It would make me feel special. You don’t smile, though, you just keep drinking.
I watch you as I work. You kept looking at that American. Do you love him? What does he have that I don’t? A cock, I tell myself, but this next time you call me over I bright the vodka. I knew you’d be wanting another drink.
“When do you get off shift?” I didn’t expect that. I looked at my watch, I was due for a break. I told my manager and came around the bar to you. You smile and tell me to get on your back. I do and we leave the bar.
Your hands slide down my pants. I groan into your hair and your fingers slide inside my sex. I fuck your hand and you chuckle. You pull your hand away and push down my jeans. It’s cold, but it’s worth it, don’t you think? You put your long black coat on the hood of a car and sat me on it. I reach out and unbuckle your belt. You moan throw your head back as I touch you. You’re hot and hard. Did I do this to you or did you get this way thinking about your American? I watch as you roll a condom on. It doesn’t matter anymore.
I’m usually not one for spontaneous sex like this but you’re too perfect to pass up. Your cold hands grip my hips as you plunge into me.
“Fuck yes.” I whispered and you groan. I move my hips and wrap my legs around you. You fuck me fast, hard, and emotionless. I love every minute of it. My eyes open slightly to see someone behind you. The American, he’s watching with wide eyes. I smile and kiss you. You kiss back and I feel the on coming of release. My legs quiver around you. My mouth opens and I gasp for breath. You attach your lips to my neck and I cried out. It was an orgasm so astronomical that had you not kissed me, I would’ve woken all of Finland up. You keep thrusting into me until you finally come. Cursing softly you kiss my forehead.
“Sweetheart.”
“No,” I start. “Don’t say it was a mistake.” I said and pulled up my pants. “I’ll be late if I don’t go now.”
“I’ll be back for a drink.” I walk past your American and smiled slightly as I pushed my hair behind my ear. I just had sex with a rock star.
errrmmm yes....thank the writing god that i used to try to write Harlequinn Romance Novels...Sorry if that sucked more than 100 prostitutes....
Please Leave A Comment at The Reading of the fic.
Fizzy
Over and Out