So I wrote this in like thirty minutes after reading some Damon Salvatore fan fiction.
And I was all like "I can do way better then that!"
But this was all about Ian Somerhalder, because I didn't want to work in vampireness.
My best friend helped me complete it and come up with ideas for the beginning and ending.
ENJOY!
Oh and PS, it's super sexual. Haha. So brace yourself.

The music was overbearing and at eight o'clock the drunks were already shouting and laughing at an obnoxious volume. But still I stayed at this little hole in the wall bar. It was lit by Christmas lights and one dim lamp, the stools were wobbly and the bartender only grunted. After a few shots I was ready to go back home and end my Friday night early but I stopped myself when he walked in the bar. He was dressed nice, with a white button up and black slacks, his black hair was in a messy state of perfection, and even in this horrible lighting I could see his deep blue eyes glimmering with laughter from a joke his friend just told. So I ordered a glass of scotch and stayed seated.

They sat right next to me, his friend separating the two of us and I sipped my drink as they discussed this movie that one of them was apparently in. I had no idea why I was sitting here, no idea why I stayed for a man who seems wrapped up in his friend. My glass began to dwindle down and I sighed, I should go now. I tossed back the last bit and squirmed at the fire that slipped down my throat.

"Oh shit, my girl is going to flip out if I'm not home ten minutes ago," the man next to me said. "I'll see you next week, Ian," Out of the corner of my eye I watched the man between us nod to 'Ian' and leave the bar. Maybe I should stay for a few more minutes…

But those few minutes went up quickly and he not so much as glanced in my direction. With a sigh I stood up from the stool and headed to the bathroom at the back of the bar. I fixed my make-up and washed my hands, even though I knew I would just be going home to an empty home to sleep. My purse over my shoulder I stepped out of the bathroom and in only a few steps my white dress was doused with liquid, by the smell; whiskey. My mouth opened at the cold feeling on my chest.

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry!" His voice was panicked. I didn't notice as he grabbed for the nearest napkin and patted it down on my chest. If I was one percent less drunk I would have been appalled, but as I looked to who had just soaked me my heart fluttered. The brutally handsome man who didn't even notice me. The feeling of his hand trying to soak up the alcohol sent a strong sensation through me.

I bit onto my lip as he removed his hand, his eyes looked to me for a moment before going to my chest. I looked too, to my white dress that was now translucent, that was now exposing myself. He smirked and his gaze met mine again.

"I'm Ian,"

"And I'm soaked,"

His smirk turned into a brilliant grin, showing off his perfect white teeth and laugh lines. "I have something that can fix that," His eyes danced with a devious plan, he put his drink down and in exchange took my hand. My free arm covered over my exposed chest as he led me through the drunken crowd and out the door.

The cold air met my wet dress sending my skin into goose bumps. He led me to a sleek black Mercedes and rummaged inside before coming out with a towel. Ian wrapped it around my torso, and slowly his hands moved to try and warm up my chest, an ache let out in my lower stomach. I removed the towel and walked to the passenger side door. "Got any more towels at your place?"

Ian shut the door to his apartment and set his keys down, he kicked off his shoes and I slipped my heels off. Then without hesitation his hands were at my hips, pulling me roughly to him. His head lowered and his lips pressed heavily onto mine. He wasted no time as his fingers pulled down the zipper on the side of my dress. As his tongue slid across my lower lip my entire body ached.

My hands began to fumble with his button down as I did my best to quickly unlink every button. He had the strapless white dress sliding off me before his hands grabbed the backs of my upper thighs and lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. Keeping his lips attached to mine he carried me to his bedroom then threw me onto the large bed. He pulled off the button down and unlatched his belt before climbing into the bed and hovering over me. Ian waited as I teasingly slipped off the belt and unbuttoned his slacks. But it wasn't just him that was pissed at me for teasing, my entire self was screaming at me to just rip the pants off.

Finally the slacks and boxer briefs were off his toned body and he went back to kissing me, our tongues tangled and my hands softly breezed over his hot skin, the spine of his back, his hips. He quivered and I watched as he pulled back to bite his own lip.

I moved my hands to his shoulders and pushed him over so I was on top straddling him. He moved his slender fingers on to my hips to move me up but I quickly stopped him, grabbing both hands and putting them above his head. His eyebrow raised but he accepted it for now. I lifted my hips but didn't let him enter yet. My heart was thumping so loud I could hear it deep in my ear drums.

His smooth jaw was tense as he tried to push himself in, but I waited for a few moments before finally accepting him. We both let out an equal sigh of relief before I began to slowly move up and down, his arms still pinned. He fidgeted and moaned and after a few slow reps he couldn't take it, his hands left my grasp and landed on my hips where he began to lift me and thrust; faster and harder each time. My head went back in ecstasy, a moan escaping my lips. I felt his hands move to my lower and upper back before he was turning us around, pinning me to the bed. He took my left leg and pushed it up, his eyes rolling in the back of his head from the new feeling.

My nails scraped along his back, my fingers tangled and pulled his hair as his lips pushed into mine. He moaned as he shakingly thrusted a few more times before the final push in. His eyes shut tightly for a few moments before slowly beginning to pick up speed.

He let go of my pinned leg and gently placed kissed on my neck, nibbling on my collar bone. Ian's hands barely hovered above my torso before heading downwards, his fingers trickling around my lower waist as his thrusting became slower. In a moment the thrusting was replacing with his finger, he laid on his side, his body pressed against mine he kissed me sweetly as his finger pumped. A sick feeling let loose in my stomach and my back began to arch as one finger became two.

"Fuck," I moaned and he pumped faster, his lips went to my neck leaving me to bite hard down on my lip. I shut my eyes tightly as he slipped the third finger in and my hips ached to squirm. My legs tried to spread apart even more as the aching feeling began to throb even worse. My lips parted as Ian ran his tongue down the length of my neck followed by a soft panting and moaning in my ear. I felt the rise of the elation as his fingers pumped faster. The feeling erupted, my toes curling, my body squirming, my heart beat quickening. I felt soft kisses on my cheek and then on my lip as my body then turned numb with heavy ecstasy.

The sun struck my eyes, I rolled over, my face meeting with a piece of paper. I opened my eyes and looked behind me, where I thought Ian would be sound asleep but it was just messy sheets. His clothes were gone from the floor and after a moment of listening carefully I knew no one else was here. I propped my self up on my elbow and grabbed the paper.

'I had to go, but you looked so sweet sleeping I didn't want to wake you.
I'd love to see you again'

And at the end of the note was his number. A small smile formed on my face as I removed myself from the bed and found my dress on the floor where he pulled it off of me. I slipped it on and found my shoes by the door where my purse was. I glanced at the note one more time before slipping it in my purse and stepping out his front door.