Dylan sat in a circle anxiously looking at his friends as they spun the bottle, the kickback was juvenile for college students but it was still fun nonetheless. Dylan rarely got out, and looking at the scene playing out in front of him he knew why. The lack of actual liquor, the complete sausage fest, the terrible music selection all made his head hurt but y/n was here so nothing else mattered.
Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. His favorite cheerleader on the spirit squad, his sadity sorority girl, his dreamgirl. it always felt like a movie the way you glowed, the way you brightened up every room you were in. Every time he saw you all he could think about was you screaming his name as he shot free throws, god knows you had to but anything from you was personal in his head.
"your turn nigga" ace said to him smirking, darting his eyes toward you. He rolled his eyes and spun it. it landed on stephon , Dylan turned his nose up at him as he made a kissy face toward me. "nigga you zesty..." he spun it again and it seemed like it went around for hours before it finally landed on you. He swore his eyes lit up as you grabbed his hand and guided him to one of the empty rooms.
His fingertips felt numb, maybe it was the mix of substances finally getting to him. It had been a while since he sat up. Maybe it was just you, the intoxicating scent of your perfume, your eagerness to take him to the room, the memories of you bent over in your cheer skirt.
You all sat on the bed, it seemed like you all were miles apart. It was a lot more awkward than he intended it to be. “Hey…remember me” Dylan said awkwardly, trying to avoid direct eye contact. “We see each other nearly everyday Dylan cut the bullshit” you said narrowing your eyes at him, his crush on you was no secret. The amount of his teammates dming you, the whispers and giggles they did whenever you were around at practice. It was childishly obvious, but it’s not like you weren’t plotting either.
You just didn’t think you’d have to make the first move.
Dylan surprisingly moved closer to you trying to be less tense. "That is…true " Dylan breathed out looking around, not even believing where he was at “I’m just awkward…you make a nigga nervous..”
"wanna make out?" You blurted out, trying to get straight to the point,
You snorted as you slid onto his lap grabbing Dylan’s face and smashing your lips onto his. Him releasing a soft moan into your mouth as the heat from your crotch made a wet spot on his sweatpants. You swirled your tongue with his, mewling softly as his warm hands caressed your ass that the skirt you were wearing barely covered.
“You look so good my heart” he mumbled against your neck “always looking so pretty…you know what you be doing”
“You like the way I scream your name when I’m cheering?” You said feeling bold, having a bit too much fun honestly.
“Yeah, I’m tryna hear you scream it in here though” he said with a harsh smack to your ass. Dylan moved his lips on and off your neck marking it up, wanting these 7 minutes to never end—praying they’d leave him alone just for once,
You moaned softly running your hands up and down my chest. "damn" Dylan mumbled in your ear, trying to savor the moment,
“youn think i notice you staring at me Dylan?" You rolled your eyes "like your friends already told me you need that and some more shit." Dylan froze "i—i mean you cool and—well yeah i like you" he admitted
“well good cause i like you too." You cheesed, though you never told anybody you were just as obsessed with Dylan as he was you.
“You a lie, how come I never heard anything in the streets about it”
“Because I keep my shit discreet, you like the whole world in your business” you said snickering planting kisses on his collarbone. “I just had to let the world know I needed you,” he said snickering “shit, I need you now…”
suddenly there was a knock at the door, i could tell it was stephon. "AYE NIGGAS ITS BEEN MORE THAN 7 MINUTES GET OUT"
You chuckled as you got off his lap, "call me love" blowing him a kiss before you left out.
