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Kiss The Bear

Author: @sinnysioux

One shot fic: requested by @sincerelyaliciaamarie

Ville Valo x f!reader

Summary: You and Ville get drunk, get into an argument and have sex.

18+

Alicia slammed the shot glass down with force, lips pursed, determined to swallow the liquor. It tasted vile; medicinal. Her oesophagus was on fire.

“Have you had enough, yet?” grinned Ville, teasing, leaning in to gauge her reaction. It was always the same whenever she drank with the boys: forever a competition to see how much she could drink before giving up and allowing them to make fun of her.

“Fucking Jager, I hate drinking with you guys.” She muttered, dishonestly, rolling her eyes. She had made a valiant attempt at pretending she was unphased by the strength and volume of the alcohol she had consumed tonight, but it made them all the more determined to get her to tap out.

Ville was giggly, and had probably had more than enough to drink, but she knew better than to come between a Finn and his vice. She watched as Ville’s long, slender fingers produced a cigarette from his back pocket; the cancer stick forcing his lips apart as he lit it and inhaled. He closed his eyes for a moment, his desperate need for nicotine fed, opened his glazed eyes, and focused on her.

Alicia wore tight black skinny jeans and an old Black Sabbath shirt Ville had given up. The truth was he had taken it off many band practices ago and Alicia had stolen it. She had knotted the front to create a crop fitted shirt out of the loose boy fit, and it complimented her perfectly. Ville often joked that he would reclaim it when she least expected it, but insofar had not made good on his promise.

“Earth to Ville?” She yelled, which seemed to snap him out of his trance.

“What?” He asked, his gaze snapping up to meet hers, guiltily, hoping she had not noticed his fixation on her figure.

“Maybe you’ve had enough, hmm? Guess you’re the one who can’t drink like a Finn…” She teased.

“NEVER!” he declared, pouring and downing himself yet another shot. Boys sure were stupid, and oh so easy to manipulate. She was hell bent on ensuring he passed out first and she would never let him live it down.

The group gathered in the lounge and made themselves comfy on the floor. Mige laid a bottle on the ground. Mige was unshaven, had grown out his hair, and really didn’t give much of a shit. Alicia liked that about him; he was nothing if not authentic.

“The fuck is this?” Questioned Linde, his distaste made public via his sour expression.

“Spin the bottle!” Smirked Mige. “I’m gonna make you kiss me, you dreadlocked cunt!” The group howled with laughter and Linde muttered something about it being more preferable to make out with a wild animal. The bottle spun and landed on Burton, and next his girlfriend.

“Boring!” Yawned Ville, rudely accurate, as the couple kissed sweetly. The bottle span again and landed on Ville. Alicia couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if it landed on her next. She watched the bottle spin with anticipation, her heart in her mouth. The disappointment was disconcerting when it landed on Mige.

“Come here, you hairy bastard!” Teased Ville, straddling Mige’s lap and forcing a kiss upon his closed lips. Mige shoved him off and raucous hilarity ensued. Ville peeled his jeans low enough to grab his crotch lewdly in the direction of Mige, who made fun of his ‘tiny cock’. The drink was starting to hit Alicia as she found herself wondering what was beneath Ville’s boxers.

Alicia suddenly found the room staring at her in amusement.

“What?!” She implored anxiously, before the penny dropped at Mige’s ridiculously animated pout. “No, absolutely not.”

“A dare’s a dare!” Heckled Ville. “KISS THE BEAR!” Alicia began to feel lightheaded as chants of ‘Kiss! The! Bear!’ filled the room, the men slamming their fists down to the ground to the beat of each syllable. No, she didn’t want this. She had wanted to kiss Ville, and she hadn’t been prepared for any other outcome. Overwhelmed with the noise, the lighting and the alcohol, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks, Alicia acted impulsively. She slipped off her heels, unbuttoned her skinny jeans and pulled them down.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Whispered Ville, eyes wide, as the rest of the group cheered.

“I’m not kissing you, Mige, I would lose my face in your beard.” She declared confidently. “But I also don’t shy away from a dare.” She snatched the half-empty can from Ville’s fingers and folded her bare legs beneath her as she sat back down. She could feel Ville’s eyes on her in disbelief before he got up to fetch another can.

Alicia grew increasingly bored with the game, and the hairy men making out in front of her, until the bottle landed on Ville once again. Her interest piqued and her heart leapt in her chest, time stood still as the bottle spun for an eternity… before it pointed at her. Alicia’s wide brown eyes connected with Ville’s timid green; she sensed a fear, and the tension was thick in the air between them. Ville broke the eye contact, stood, and pulled his own jeans down.

“What the fuck?” Whispered Alicia, barely audible. Would he seriously rather strip than kiss her? Alicia looked away, trying to mask her disappointment, and dress it up as disinterest instead. Still she couldn’t hide her sour expression and the need for revenge. Maybe she could kiss one of the boys enthusiastically in front of Ville, to show him how much he missed out.

Alicia spaced out while the game continued; she was starting to sober and she hated it. She was becoming increasingly aware that she was sat on the floor in her panties and she felt incredibly stupid. Snapping out of her self pity with a roar of laughter, she looked up. The bottle was pointing at her. Great, what unwashed miscreant did they want her to kiss next? Mige span the bottle for it to land on Ville once again, but this time it was Alicia’s turn to make the move.

She took a covert breath, and stood. In her brief moment of ascension she decided she would fuck with Ville. She positioned herself in front of Ville and straddled his lap.

“Look, he can finally stop crying about women in our songs!” Laughed Mige. Time stood still as Ville stared up at Alicia with hopeful curiosity. Alicia bit her lip seductively and inched closer to him; she could hear the quickening of his breath as his lips parted slowly.

Brutally severing their connection, Alicia pulled back and stood up, taking a few steps back. She smirked as she began to undo the knot of her shirt, as the rest of the boys cheered.

Ville pursed his lips, glared at Alicia and stood up. He charged at her and threw her over his shoulder.

“What the FUCK, Ville? Put me down!” She yelled as he marched her into the bedroom. His strong arm wrapped around her legs. He paused at the door to address his friends. “This is for MY eyes only.” He bellowed as he slammed the door and let Alicia down.

Alicia was full of adrenaline, a mix of excitement and also anger. “What gives you the right?!” She challenged.

Ville leaned against the wall and folded his arms. He looked less formidable without jeans, in an Iron Maiden shirt and boxers, his legs blindingly pale in contrast. He was evidently furious, but addressed her calmly, “That’s my shirt.”

Alicia pulled the shirt over her head, rolled it into a ball of cloth, and threw it at Ville. It hit him in the chest. “There!” Barked Alicia, “You’ve won it back, you asshole.” She glared back, the tension once again lingering around them. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to kiss him or slap him. Her chest heaving furiously, her breathing began to slow as she calmed.

Ville moved from the wall to stand a couple feet or so in front of Alicia; his hands grabbed the hem of his shirt as he pulled it up and over his head with ease.

“Your move.” He dared, his eyes flitting to her black lace bra.

Alicia felt the blood rush to her cheeks again, hyper aware of the skin already on show. Chewing on her lip nervously, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. The material loosened as she placed her hands on the cups to prevent spilling out of them. She precariously peeled her straps off over her shoulders one by one, and looked up at Ville. His lips were parted, he was breathing heavily, and his eyes searched hers in anticipation of her next move. Maintaining their eye contact, she dropped her palms and her bra fell to the floor. Ville’s eyes dropped to her chest and widened as her nipples hardened, exposed to the cool air. Her long dark hair framed the picture perfectly which Ville would later commit to memory.

Commanding his full attention once again, Alicia spoke nervously. “Your turn.” She held her breath, her eyes lowering, noticing the stretch in the black cotton of his underwear where his arousal was evident.

Ville looked down and blushed with a smile. He was cute when he wanted to be. His fingers peeled between his boxer hem and skin, rolling the waistband over his hips and allowing them to drop to the floor. His large cock stood to attention as Alicia gasped, she felt her panties moisten as her mind became full of depraved and delicious images. She suddenly found herself incredibly thirsty, saliva lubricating the walls of her mouth.

“Take them off.” Ordered Ville, his lustful eyes fixated on the lace between her legs. “Let me see all of you.”

Alicia, usually full of sarcasm and sass, could not find the words to speak, and was compelled by him. She found her pussy throbbing, aching for him, and there was no alternative but to surrender to his command.

Her fingers shaking slightly, Alicia slipped them into her waistband to pull her panties down. She bent down to slip out of the lace and straightened up. Exposed to his judgement.

“Fucking beautiful.” Muttered Ville, his eyes raking over her naked flesh. He inched closer, the sexual tension thickening. Alicia could not let go of his gaze, anxious for what would happen next, hypnotised by his intense green eyed-stare. He towered over her before softly uttering “Kiss me.”

Alicia placed her palm on Ville’s cheek and tiptoed to meet his lips. They were soft, plump, and he smelled positively flammable. She ran her tongue across his lips as she kissed him sweetly. Alicia gasped and looked down to confirm what she felt. Sure enough Ville’s cock was poking her in the stomach. She felt a small flood between her legs. Though she was struggling to make sense of her emotional feelings, her physical feelings were obvious. Alicia wanted to ride Ville until they both passed out.

As if he could read her lust, Ville kissed her deeply; his tongue forcefully claiming her hot mouth. His strong large hands on her waist began to slip down to grope at her hips. Very suddenly, a finger made its way between her labia lips and she gasped audibly at this delicious violation. A second finger joined the first and Alicia moaned loudly, as her pleasure dripped down to anoint Ville.

“Tell me what you want me to do, baby.” His deep baritone voice making her pulsate with wanting.

“Fuck me.” She begged.

“So impatient.” Chuckled ville, softly falling to his knees. Alicia began to tremble and the fine hairs on her body stood on end as she looked down. Ville kept hold of her gaze as he tongued her slit.

“Oh my god!” Moaned Alicia as Ville lapped at her clitoris with his tongue, dining on the waves of pleasure that dripped from her. He continued to use his fingers, in and out over and over, teasing her with his delicate penetration, as her back fused to the wall in a desperate attempt to remain upright. Her legs began to give way but Ville caught her in his strong arms. His hands snaked around Alicia’s thighs to her ass, lifting her onto her tiptoes so that he could feast on her fully. With each stroke of Ville’s tongue, she became more and more sensitive; she moaned and panted and begged as she came between his lips. Alicia all but collapsed onto Ville as he lifted her and carried her to the bed.

She lay her head down on the soft pillow as he climbed on top of her. Ville began to lick and kiss along her jaw and neck. Alicia squealed at the feel of his wet mouth so close to her chest. His hot and no doubt drunken breath danced along her skin, across her collarbone, lower… oh.

The top of Ville’s tongue found a nipple and pulled it teasingly between his teeth. Alicia’s orgasm had not reduced her wanting in the slightest. Everything south of her navel throbbed and ached for him. She had spent years secretly pining for his touch, and now she would take everything she wanted.

Alicia’s hand found Ville’s shoulder and gently pushed him to the side. He rolled over onto his back and watched her with lustful curiosity. She ran her palms down his smooth chest and wrapped one around his hard cock. He gasped ever so slightly; his eyebrows raised in anticipation. Alicia returned his stare as her wet lips found themselves wrapped around the warm and pink head of his manhood. Ville’s head lolled back as Alicia began to suck.

Ville moaned softly and opened his eyes to take in the vision of her pleasuring him. “You are so fucking beautiful with my dick in your mouth.” He murmured, slightly out of breath, his hand slid to the back of her head, guiding himself further down her throat gently.

Alicia got the message; pushing to swallow every inch of him in ignorance of her own gag reflex. He would never be able to say she wasn’t great at giving head. She chased his orgasm ferociously. Alicia wasn’t sure if they had a future after tonight, so she had to ensure this encounter was everything.

“No.” Moaned Ville. “I’m not finishing in your mouth, baby, let me fuck you.” Who was Alicia to argue? Kneeling, her thighs around his waist, she began to lower herself onto him. His moist head found her soaking slit and forced its way in. Alicia threw her head back in pleasure as Ville gripped her hips aggressively and began to pound her aching pussy.

There followed a symphony of euphoric phrases. In between Ville’s “Fuck!” and Alicia’s “Don’t stop!” the lovers moved in sync with each other.

“Get on your back.” Commanded Ville, suddenly. Alicia dismounted him obediently and did what she was told. Ville positioned himself in between her soft, legs and once again tore into her, leaving bruises on her thighs with his fingertips. His hips jolted forwards and back as he slammed into her over and over viciously and relentlessly. With each thrust, Ville pounded into Alicia’s cervix as she screamed in ultimate pleasure. With each wave, Alicia found herself getting closer, her mound beginning to heat, the pressure beginning to build. Small gasps of air escaped her lips as her sharply manicured nails left red claw marks up and down Ville’s back. They would both be incredibly sore in the morning.

“I- I’m gonna cum.” He moaned softly as he left lashings of thick white love inside her. Alicia wrapped her legs around Ville’s waist at the height of their shared orgasm. They lay there, clammy and entangled for several minutes as their heart rates lowered and their breathing returned to normal. Ville slid out of Alicia and gracefully lay down next to her. His heavy eyes found her, and they lay locked in each other’s gaze.

It was a minute before Alicia remembered… “Oh god, they probably heard us!” She covered her hands with her face and cringed with the shame.

Ville chuckled. “You were incredibly loud…” He smirked.

Alicia rolled over, her head resting on her elbow. “And whose fault was that, hmm?”

Ville blushed, “I regret nothing. Seeing those tits… this has been the best night of my life.” He grinned.

Alicia threw back her head and laughed. “You’re damn right… I don’t get these out for just anybody, you know.”

“Oh?” Questioned Ville, leaning in. “It looked like the whole apartment was very close to getting a show.”

Alicia sighed, “I didn’t want to kiss Mige, I wanted to kiss you. I panicked and… this Finnish asshole made me do shots of jagermeister.”

“He was a bit of an asshole, yes. He didn’t want to share you.” He smiled.

“Well, now you don’t have to.” She smiled back.

Alicia sat up in bed, stretched her arms above her head, and started the search for her clothes. She slid her panties back on and pulled the Black Sabbath shirt over her head. “You snooze, you lose!” She teased. “You are never getting this shirt back.” Ville groaned.

Alicia walked to the door and inched it open slightly… tiptoeing out of the room to get her walk of shame over, quickly. She was surprised to find the apartment completely empty. “Looks like we scared them away!” She called to Ville as she perused the leftover alcohol.

She returned to her naked lover with two cold cider cans. With click of two ring pulls and the metallic clink of their cans together, Alicia and Ville toasted the new found complexities of their relationship.

“Cheers… to new beginnings.” Smiled Alicia.

“And the best fuck of your life!” Grinned Ville, cheekily. It was a grin Alicia decided she wouldn't mind waking up to everyday from now on.