Prompt: the boys crash your house party and your roommate assumes that you're the one who invited them
Warnings: smut, alcohol
"Listen, were only in America for a week and I want to have an authentic American experience," James said.
""How is crashing someone's party an authentic American experience?" George replied.
"Well, first of all, it'll be full of Americans-"
"As is the rest of America."
"And its the one thing you always see in American movies and television. The big house party."
"Well, I'm down for some free booze any day. Let's go," Will agrees.
"Alex?" George asks, hoping to have someone on his side.
Alex shrugs, "I don't see the harm in it, but I don't really mind either way."
"So we're going," James says. With the decision having been made, they walked towards the booming sound and flashing lights that poured out of your house like a siren to anyone looking for a good time. They knocked on the front door, though they debated trying to sneak in the back with the smokers, and a large man in his early twenties opened the door. "Hello, are you y/n's friends?" y/f/n asked. "Uh..." Alex started. "Yes. Yes, we are," Will states. "I'll go get her. Come on in," y/f/n said and then went up the stairs.
You were upstairs in your room with a few friends while the party was going on, guzzling down some wine and having conversation in the least noisy room in the house. Of course, conversation was difficult anyways as the majority of you were absolutely hammered, though this was the usual for you lot. You were filling up another solo cup with wine when one of your roommates came into your room, "Hey, y/n, some of your friends just got here. They're at the front door, and they look a bit uncomfortable."
"Thanks, dude, I'll be right down," you responded and finished pouring yourself your wine before you headed down the stairs, clutching the railing like a lifeline in case your high heels become a problem in your intoxicated state. You approached the four boys, knowing full well that you had never seen them before. You could feel them looking you up and down, taking in the short tight dress, messy hair, and dark makeup. While you enjoyed attention, the blatant staring made you feel a bit exposed and uncomfortable. "Hey. Y/f/n said that you were looking for me?"
"Are you y/n?" Will asked.
You nodded, "Welcome to my house. There's a bucket drink on the counter and Natty's in the mini fridge."
"Anything that isn't absolute shit?" George asked.
"Not for strangers."
He looked away, embarrassed. Just then, your friends came back down the stairs having been uncomfortable hanging out in your room without you there. "Y/n!" One of them shouted. "Lets dance!"
Not needing anymore convincing than that, you followed them into your LED-lit living room. The boys followed behind, less eagerly and with little intention of actually dancing. They pushed their way through the dance floor while you and your friends were dancing and made their way to the kitchen to grab some drinks. Alex opened the mini fridge and grabbed a can of Natty Lite. He opened it, took a sip, and made a face. "This is disgusting!" He put the can down on the counter with several other abandoned cups and cans.
Will poured himself a cup of yellow liquid from the bucket. "Ooooh, this is dangerous." It was a pineapple-flavored mixed drink with enough rum in it to make even the most seasoned alcoholic tipsy. The rest of the boys poured themselves bucket drinks and leaned against the counter, observing the pong tournament in the middle of the kitchen.
"See this is what I meant. An authentic American house party. Beer pong, shitty strong drinks, and loud music," James stated.
"I guess this is a decent party," George reluctantly agreed.
Will chugged the rest of his drink and poured himself another, "I'm ready to get fucked up." The rest of the boys followed suit and were about to join the pong game when they saw you and another girl get up on a coffee table that had been pushed along the wall with the rest of the living room furniture. The both of you were very into the music and a bit too drunk to worry about modesty or safety. They saw you drop it low and as you came back up, your balance faltered for just a moment before you carried on as if nothing happened.
"She's gonna fall for sure," Alex noticed, worried for your safety.
"We should go make sure she doesn't get hurt," James said, but that wasn't his true intention. When you first came down the stairs, he thought you were hot-a sort of messy, effortless, life of the party persona that drew him in and made him wonder what life might be like as that person. He wanted to get to know you in more ways than one. He started walking over towards you before he heard of the others agreed with him or not. Alex followed, empathetic and concerned but too awkward to approach you to ask if you to come down. Will and George joined them, not out of concern since they did not know you well enough to warrant them drunk-sitting, but so that they didn't lose track of everyone. Plus they were both a bit curious as to how much of a disaster you were going to be.
Your friend got down from the table next song started and said something to you about getting down with her, but you decided to stay up there. As soon as she was out of your line of sight, you stumbled and started to fall off the table. James saw this and rushed over, grabbing your waist with both hands-merely to stop your from falling, of course. Will gave George a look and waved Alex over to them, so you and James were left alone.
"Oh," you said, shocked. After a beat of silence you continued, "Thank you, uh..."
"James,"he told you, still not moving either hand. He held eye contact with you, something you usually found too intimate even for close friends. Your already alcohol-flushed skin turned a deeper pink at this, though it didn't make you uncomfortable. You could feel the warmth of his hands through the thin material of your dress; you felt him slide his arms all the way around your waist.
"Do you want to dance with me?" he asked.
You nodded and draped your arms around his neck. You locked eyes with y/f/n from across the room, and he gave you a look that couldn't mean anything except for "get some." James He pulled you closer so that your chest was pressed close to his and you could feel the movement of his hips in sync with yours. After about half a song, he turned you around with your ass grinding against him, lacing fingers with you and putting your hands and his on your hips, placing an unmoving pressure on them with a mixture of gentleness and aggression that only proceeded to turn you on. After a bit, his hands slipped away from yours, and your eyes closed as you felt him exploring your body as much as he could without exposing you- running his hands over your hips, then your waist, your stomach, and groping your tits before running his hands back down your body and grabbing your ass, slipping his hand between the fabric of your dress and your panties where you were covered by his body. Your eyes snapped open and your body involuntarily tensed up for a moment as you felt one hand exploring further and move along your panties over your vulva, teasing you before putting both hands back on your hips and turning you around to face him. You took a few steps back, a little surprised but in a very good way, making you about an arms length apart, so if there had been anyone on the loveseat behind you, you would have stepped on their feet.
He closed the space again and kissed you gently and briefly, taking your face in one hand and supporting your head with the other, before you wrapped both arms around him and pulled him as close as you could, kissing him with a deep-rooted hunger. You took another step back as he pushed his body into yours, and the backs of your knees hit the loveseat, bringing both of you onto it in a tangle of limbs. You feel him start to push you down into a horizontal position, but you swat his hand away. "Nothing like that in public," you explain.
You see his eyes light up with mischief, though behind that was still a hunger that demanded satisfying. "So there's an in private?" he responded, a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth.
You felt yourself becoming more desperate for him by the second, and though you haven't had a random hookup in a while, you found yourself saying yes and going upstairs with him before the party died. As you were going up the stairs, his friends, who saw everything, exchanged looks. "I guess he got his American house party after all," George joked.
They stayed for a little while longer, though they didn't mingle much with the other partygoers. Eventually, people started leaning in large numbers. "Should we just leave him then?" Alex asked.
"From what I could tell, this won't be over anytime soon," George replied. "And I doubt he'll be coming home with us."
"I'll text him, and let him know we're headed out," Will said, pulling out his phone.
Upstairs, you just opened the door to the bedroom before James slammed you against the wall, kissing your lips hard before trailing kisses full of desperation and desire down your face and your neck as you fumbled for the light switch and locked the door shut. His kisses went lower and lower before he was leaving big dark marks below your collarbone, slipping down then straps of your dress with one hand and using his other hand to grab your breast. He pulled the fabric down over your chest, exposing your tits. You felt his thumb graze over your nipple, making you shiver a bit over the light touch, before he started sucking on it with his other hand kneading your other breast. Every time you felt his tongue on your nipple, you got wetter and hornier. You wished he would just skip the foreplay and fuck you, though you knew that would ultimately be a mistake.
Suddenly he stopped, kissing you again. He lifted you up, both hands resting on your ass while your legs were wrapped around him, his erection pressing into you, and he placed you on your bed before flipping you onto your stomach and unzipping your dress. He slapped your ass, and you gasped. You turned around to pull him close to you again, but he resisted for a moment, standing next to the bed, before undoing his belt and taking off his pants so he was just in underwear and a tshirt. He got on top of you, kissing you and massaging your clit from over your panties.
He sucked hard on your neck, and you felt a moan escape you, though you were normally very quiet. He bit the same spot, and you swear you could feel him smile. "Did you want something?" he asked, teasing.
You nodded and reached to take off his shirt. He let you take it off, but still he asked, "And what is it that you want?"
"You," you responded, reaching for his waistband. He stopped you, holding your wrist.
"Not yet," he said before he lifted up your hips and took off your panties. You felt him slide two long fingers into you, and you were already so wet there was no physical resistance. You saw him smirk at that before he lowered his mouth to your clit. You could feel the pleasure traveling up your body, and the pressure of that pleasure started building in your stomach and your chest. You grabbed him by the hair and grounded into his face, desperate for more. You felt your breathing get heavier, his fingers thrust deeper and slower. Your body lurched forward, and your legs shook uncontrollably. He could tell you were just starting to get there, but you started begging, "Oh, fuck me. Fuck me. Please, fuck me."
He stopped eating you out, and stood next to the bed again, taking off his underwear. "Do you have a condom?" He asked.
You nodded, "In the top drawer of my desk."
He got it out and slid it on his penis. You couldn't help but stare a bit. It was larger than what you were used to, and you couldn't help but worry about how it might feel inside of you. You didn't have long to think about it, though, because as soon as he got it on, he was on top of you again, lining himself up momentarily before pushing himself deep inside you. The entrance was slightly difficult, your body resisting the large dick that was about to go inside you, but once it was inside you, it was something else. It filled you up completely, pushing against your walls. You felt the cool, slippery sensation of someone being inside you, and your body was screaming for more. "Harder," he demanded, barely audible at first.
"What was that, beautiful?" he asked.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" you practically screamed, still breathy. He grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulders, bending you in two. He grabbed you by the shoulders, pushing you into the bed, and thrust hard, fast, and deep. The sound of skin slapping skin and the bed creaking filled the room, but the only thing you could think of was the sensation filling your body. He leaned down slightly and started covering your neck in kisses before he started biting you, taking your skin between his teeth and pulling it towards you, dragging out each bite into a pain that almost overwhelmed the pleasure each time. Suddenly you felt the pressure in your stomach and your chest build again, taking over but not entirely drowning out every other sensation in your body. It built and built, causing you to gasp and moan before your walls tightened and all that pressure exploded into pleasure, and you came. The tightening of your walls sent James over the edge, and he came inside of you into the condom.
He took a moment and then pulled out of you, wrapping the condom in its wrapper before throwing it in your trash can. You got under the covers and enveloped yourself in the warm sheets, and he got in next to you, wrapping both arms around you and pulling you close. He kissed the rope of your head and whispered, "Goodnight, beautiful." Before you fell asleep in his arms.