It's All Yours Tonight

"Mimi, are you okay to close up?" David asked as I wiped down the bar. "I promised Victoria I'd be home early tonight, it's our anniversary."
"Yeah, I'm good." I smiled. "You go home and get laid." I teased.
"Shut up." He chuckled. "Goodnight."
"WEAR A CONDOM!" I called after him as he left.

I finished wiping the bar down and rinsed out the last few stray glasses that had been left out by customers. I turned off the lamps around the pub and stacked up the chairs on top of the tables. The cleaners would be in tomorrow evening to mop the floors, so I decided I'd skip that task tonight. As I made my way to the break room to grab my jacket and leave, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

From: Matt
Hey gorgeous. Have you left work yet?

I texted him back.

To: Matt
I was just about to leave, why?

My phone buzzed again a moment later.

From: Matt
Stay right where you are, I'm coming down

Holy crap. Matthew. He'd come by a few nights ago to celebrate the premiere of his band's new music video. I wasn't overly familiar with their music, but I'd heard their name mentioned a bunch of times by various patrons who passed through Silveria's on the daily. Most of the people I served here were punk rockers and metalheads, and the bar was owned by none other than David Silveria, the Drummer of Korn, himself.

Some slimeball had started to harass me when I'd decided he'd had more than enough to drink, and Matt had come to my rescue. They'd gotten into a fight and he and his friends were kicked out of the bar. It had worked in my favor, though. Once Matt had scared the guy away, he'd asked me out, totally out of the blue. He'd protected me, and he was incredibly gorgeous, tattooed, muscular. How could I have possibly said no?

My phone buzzed again.

From: Matt
I'm outside, let me in?

"Crap." I spat, hastily removing my apron and fluffing up my hair.

That was fucking quick…

I strode over the door, and opened it. Matt stood there, all slicked back hair, eyeliner and a Metallica t-shirt he’d cut the sleeves off of, which only accentuated his extremely muscular arms. He smiled in greeting, showing off the dimples that I simply could not resist when we had met, and strutted past me into the bar.

“What brings you here so late?” I asked, following him.
“Our Manager informed us today that we’re flying to New York tomorrow for a TV appearance.” he frowned, sliding onto one of the bar stools. “So unfortunately, I can’t make that Date I promised you.”
“Oh…” I frowned. “That’s… that’s okay, no big deal.” I lied, shaking my head. “I-I get it, you’re in a band, you’re busy, you’ve got a career, I’m just some bartender-”
“That’s the whole reason I came by.” he chuckled, cutting me off. “I wanted to see you tonight, instead of just canceling like an asshole.”
“Oh.” I laughed, brushing my hair back behind my ear. “Never mind, then, forget I said that.”
“You’re adorable.” he smiled, pulling me toward him by a loop in my jeans.
“Really?”
“Really.” he stated, playing with his lip ring with his tongue. “And you know what else?”
“What?” I asked.
“You’re the sexiest bartender I’ve ever seen.” he smirked.
I cast my eyes down, flustered by his compliment.

Matt lifted my face to his and pressed his lips to mine in a gentle kiss. His lip ring was freezing, but quickly warmed to my body temperature as he kissed me. He seemed a little hesitant, which I never would have expected from someone who looked like him, so self-assured and oozing that dark and broody rock star vibe. I let him know I wasn’t some delicate flower, pressing my lips against his harder, before dragging his bottom lip down between my teeth.

“Assertive, aren’t you?” he chuckled.
“I might look all sweet and innocent, Matthew.” I smirked. “But I’m not a delicate flower.”
“I’m sure you’re not.” he smirked back, lifting me into his lap.

His hands grabbed my ass in a firm grip as he captured my lips again. I went in for a little tongue and Matt obliged, one of his large hands diving into my short brown hair and gathering it up in his fist. He pulled my hair slightly as our tongues began to challenge one another and I grinded against him, smirking against his lips when I felt him grow hard between my legs.

“Seems like somebody’s a little excited down there.” I purred.
“That’s a fucking understatement, you little tease.”
“Are you gonna do somethin’ about it, or just sit there?” I challenged him.

Matt pushed me out of his lap and slid off the stool, sliding it aside and pushing me down against the bar. The edge of the bar dug into my shoulder blades as his fingers threaded into my hair and he tugged on it , pulling my head to one side. His lips met my neck and I gasped as his teeth nipped at my skin; a sharp pain that sent sparks down below. He flipped me around, drawing my hands behind my back.

“You wanna play?” he murmured into my ear. “Fine, let’s play.”

He snatched up my discarded apron from the bar, and dragged me, along with the bar stool, toward one of the wooden posts nearby. He pushed me into the stool and rounded the post, grabbing my wrists again and drawing them behind me, tying me into place with the strings of my apron. He swung himself around the post, coming to a stop in front of me, grabbing my jaw in a firm grip.

“You’re mine.” he husked.

He strode over to the Jukebox and tossed a quarter into it, and I recognized the familiar intro to She Rides by Danzig begin to play. Matt approached me once more, leaning over me and grabbing my hair again as he kissed me. He bit my lip as he pried them both apart, exploring my mouth, teasing my tongue with his own. He pulled back suddenly, swiftly unzipping my jeans and tugging them off my hips, tossing them to the floor. His lips went to my neck once again, and I felt my desire grow as he massaged my core through my panties.

“Fuck…” I breathed.
“Oh there won’t be any fucking.” he hissed. “Not yet.”

Matt’s fingers curled into the sides of my underwear and he pulled them off, casting them aside to meet my jeans on the hard wood floor. He grabbed a chair from one of the tables I’d previously tidied, dragging it toward me, sitting down in front of me and drawing my legs over his shoulders. Biting my thigh, he worked his way steadily inward, earning low moans of need from me. My eyes rolled back into my head as his teeth grazed over my clit.

“Matt.” I panted.
He drew away suddenly, grasping my jaw once more. “It’s Sir to you, little lady.”
“Yes Sir.” I uttered, obeying his orders.
“Good girl.” he smirked, settling himself down between my legs again.

He resumed teasing me, ticking my clit with his tongue and occasionally delving tauntingly into my opening. I moaned at his actions, and cried out when his tongue finally slipped inside and began to tease my folds, making me squirm. Matt’s Jade-toned eyes blazed up at me from between my legs and if I’d had access to my own hands I would have pushed him closer. But alas, they were still firmly tied behind my back. It was torture, exquisite torture. I felt my anticipation grow, and as if on cue, Matt pulled away, enclosing his hand around my throat.

“You don’t fucking come until I tell you to.” he growled. “Understood?”
“Yes Sir.” I nodded.

Matt reached around behind me and untied my hands, lifting my arms into the air as he pulled up the hem of my white t-shirt. It joined the rest of my clothing on the floor, and he ran his hands up my sides, creeping around to my back and unhooking my bra. His lips enclosed around my nipple, teasing me with his teeth until it hardened, before repeating the same actions on the other. He ran my nipples between his fingers, roughly massaging them in his strong hands.

“You like that?” he purred, recognizing my content expression.
“Yes Sir.”

His hands grasped my wrists once more, dragging me over to one of the nearby tables and bending me over. I exhaled deeply as his hands ran down my sides, feeling my curves before drawing away. A hot, stinging pain shot through my ass as his hand collided with it, and I hissed in response. A strong pulse resonated between my legs, threatening to make me explode at any given moment.

Matt seemed to notice. “What did I say about not coming until I tell you to?”
“I’m sorry, Sir.” I apologized.
“You better hold that off until I tell you otherwise.”

I cried out as he spanked me again, slipping his fingers between my legs and tickling me. I sucked in a sharp breath, trying my hardest not to respond to his actions. I moaned softly, and he withdrew his fingers, slapping my ass once more.

“You’re this close already and I’m not even inside you?” he chuckled. “You’ve got a lot to learn, but I’ll let you off just this once.”

I heard him unbuckle his belt and drop his pants, and then a loud cry escaped my lips as I felt him enter me. He was far bigger than I’d expected, it almost hurt a little. He wasted no time in withdrawing and slamming himself back into me, quickly picking up the pace and digging his nails into my hips.

“Fuck!” I whimpered, feeling tears leak from the corner of my eyes at the pleasurable shockwaves he was sending through me with each thrust, hitting me right on target every time he pounded into me.
His fingers curled into my hair again, tugging me against his chest. “Now, you can come.”

My mind went blank as I screamed louder than I’d ever thought possible, feeling the tension explode inside of me, or should I say, Matthew as he came hard, joining me in the sweet ecstasy. His thrusts slowed but he kept on for a few more moments, making me whimper, before finally coming to a stop and pulling himself out of me. He turned me over onto my back and leaned over me, kissing me deeply before drawing away, his green eyes gazing into my duel-toned blue-greens.

“Now you have something to remember me by while I’m away.” Matt chuckled.
“Screw Saturday.” I smirked. “This was most definitely an excellent first date.”
“And they say don’t fuck on the first date.”
“Fuck the police.” I giggled…

Notes

Ahh, this was a tad hard to write, I'm not a big Shadows girl. The man is gorgeous, but I've always pictured him as this Big-Brother, Cuddly Teddy Bear figure. But, this is for my beautiful friend, whom Mimi is based upon.

Is it bad that I used this scene between Sam Winchester and Jo Harvelle in the Supernatural episode "Born Under A Bad Sign" as inspiration for the beginning of the Smut? Probably. Do I care? No. It was fun. ;)

Jay, as I'm gonna call you for privacy reasons
You better have fucking enjoyed this, motherfucker :P

I'd say until next time, but this is just a one-shot
But comments would still be appreciated!! xx