If you know me, no you don't. Don't mention about this to anyone EVER. This Fanfic only exists here on WattPad.
Your eyes wandered the dimly lit nightclub. People dancing and singing all over the place. Music so loud you could barely listen to your own thoughts.
Why did I even agree to come? You questioned yourself.
you came here with your friends but they all left you to dance with their boyfriends, leaving you sitting at the bar alone, fiddling at the hem of your ridiculously tight party dress. You wished you could have at least someone to talk to...
"Hey there sexy~" A deep British accented voice spoke up beside you. Startled, you instantly sat up and fixed your posture. you cleared my throat and smiled at him.
He sat next to you in the empty stool and rested his elbows on the counter. He wore a balaclava so you could only see his pale blue eyes and long flutter-y eyelashes.
(Damn. I'm jealous)
"Couldn't help but come and talk to ya~ How about I buy you a drink?~" He chuckled to himself and waved down a bartender. He ordered two whisky shots and passed one to you.
"Name's Simon by the way. What's your name gorgeous~" With that, he lifted his balaclava up to the bridge of his nose and downed the whole shot.
You watched him in amazement. When he put down the glass, you snapped back to reality.
"Oh– uh. Y/N. My name is Y/N" you looked down at the orange-brown liquid that made ripples when you pulled it closer to you.
"Well Y/N. Drink up!-- unless you're not much of a drinker?" He chuckled again and looked down at the glass with you. You looked up into his eyes and he looked back at you.
(funny guy chuckling to himself)
"Yeah.. I never drank alcohol before." You smiled awkwardly. "But I'll try it since you already bought it." You brought the edge of the glass up to your lips and let the liquid trickle down your throat. The burning sensation in your throat was addicting. After that one shot, you wanted more. Simon noticed that and ordered some more.
Throughout the whole night, you drank and talked with him. The more you got to know him, the more you started to get attracted. Yeah, you didn't really know what he looked like, nor do you know if he was telling the truth, but being drunk and young puts a few perspectives on things.
You talked to him all night, even spilling out some embarrassing secret you never told anyone. When he talked, you just wanted to hear his mellifluous voice. The conversation went on for hours. So it was no surprise you agreed when he offered to drive me home.
He offered his hand and you took it. You stepped down from the high stools of the bar and onto the polished oak floors. You stumbled and staggered to the parking lot with Simon. You're a clumsy bitch so you ended up tripping over your foot and falling forward. Simon caught you just in time and instead of just letting you back down and walk yourself to his car, he picked you up and carried you princess style.
(y'all wish you had a boyfriend like him)
You two finally arrived at his car. You were stunned. A beautiful, opulent, black Porsche parked right in front of you.
He gently put you down onto the seat of his car and entered in the driver's seat. A few minutes later, you two were driving down the beautiful streets of the city. you felt the air brushing through my hair, the cool breeze flowing past your face. You felt the throbbing headache fade away.
You two get to your apartment and enter through the door. Your room was quite plain and didn't have anything special. You lived alone anyway. You heard Simon enter before you and the door softly closing behind you. You breathed a sigh of relief, kicked your high heels off and flopped onto your bed.
When you closed your eyes, you sensed someone getting on top of you.
"Hmm?~" you opened one of your eyes to see what's going on. Simon was on top of you and gazing upon you lustfully.
"You're so damn sexy~ I just want to ravish you so bad~" He breathed out. you could sense the heat off him. Usually you'd reject and push him off, but he was different. You let him continue touching you. First slipping off the straps of your dress then tug gently to pull it down past your waist. You let yourself be completely bare in front of someone you've only met a few hours ago but you didn't feel even a bit of embarrassment or anxiousness. You only felt lust.
(prolly the alcohol)
The cool air of the room tickled your bare skin. Simon admired the image then gently lifted up his balaclava to the bridge of his nose. He bit down on your exposed neck leaving you a hickey. You winced and whimpered in pain but you wanted him to keep going.
Simon massaged your breasts softly with his large hands. Your back arched slightly and you let a few faint moans escape your pretty lips.
