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READER AND A GROUP OF FRIENDS IN VEGAS LIKE PHIL N THE BOYS!!!

They run into each other, connect, and wake up next to each other. Reader is their group’s ‘Doug’ lost in vegas but rlly with phil + the guys.

Phil Wenneck: Girls' Trip

Summary: Anon's request explains it all + a little twist of DBF!Phil. In this work you will read the before and the aftermaths of the "wild" night.

Author's note: Dear anon, I hope you like it! I'm sorry it took me so long but I hope it'll be worth your time. I'd like to dedicate this to all my Wenneck girlies!

What to expect: Reader x DBF!Phil, no usage of y/n, sexual implications (unfortunately I'm not a smut writer), clubbing, drinking lots of alcohol and having fun

Word count: 3.5k

The colorful lights of the dance floor were reflecting on your face, loud music in your ears making you feel alive more than ever. As you were losing yourself in the rhythm of the night with a drink in your hand, laughing and dancing with your friends, you thought that this was all you ever wanted from the trip: Having a fun night out with your girls!

A little bit tipsy, you were swaying to the rhythm of the music, lip-syncing to the songs and occasionally breaking some moves in your circle. After one of your favorite go-to club songs, you decided to head to the bar for another drink and asked if any of your friends wanted anything.

Sweaty bodies were swaying left and right, causing you to dodge some to reach your destination. When you got to the bar, you waited a while in line. After a series of “Can’t hear you!”s and “What?”s, you managed to order your favorite drink.

While your drink was being prepared, you glanced around the room to see if there were any attractive singles. It might’ve been a girls trip but a little fun with other people wouldn’t have hurt, right? Just as your eyes were wandering from one face to another, you finally saw someone that managed to catch your attention.

He was, in one word –mesmerizing. He had a white button up, a stubble, curly hair and piercing blue eyes. His arms were crossed and a guy in his friend group was trying to tell him a story -or so you thought. Even though his body was turned towards his friend, his eyes were on you. He was holding an intense eye contact, one that instantly made you feel butterflies.

With the courage of the earlier drinks you had, you held eye contact until the bartender served you your drink. You thanked the bartender, took one last look at the handsome stranger and went back to your friends’ side. When you got back, you saw everyone dancing and partying like there was no tomorrow so you wasted no time in joining them. At times, your mind wandered to the mysterious guy, checking to see if he’s still in the crowd or not.

All of your friends were now drunk-ish, not in a bad mood but happy without a care in the world. You were a group of four and always looked out for each other: even while having fun you knew how to be safe. After a while nature decided to call you, signaling for you to go to the restroom. You told the nearest friend that you were going and left your girls together, making your way.

As you left the restroom, you instinctively searched the room for the stranger. You weren’t looking straight-ahead and that caused you to bump into someone. At the contact, to brace for the impact, you closed your eyes. Immediately feeling a taller-framed man’s hand wrap around your shoulder, holding you steady for you to not stumble back and fall. When you opened your eyes, you saw that it was your guy. You looked up at him, his hand still on your skin almost with a burning sensation. Up close he was more handsome. Weirdly enough, he somehow felt familiar to you, like you’ve seen him before somewhere.

“Looking for someone?” He questioned looking down; his brows cocked, a grin on his face.

“I-”

Great, the words were failing you. Feeling your cheeks burn red, you thanked the dimly lit atmosphere of the club.

Leaning down to get closer to your ear, he whispered “Cat got your tongue?”

And with that, he sucked in a sharp breath. “I see…” he said. He was clearly enjoying the effect he had on you; It could've easily been the effect of the alcohol in your system but he was sure that it was because of him… His cockiness may come off as a lot to some, but it was justified.

He backed up a little and with the same grin from earlier still plastered on his face, he offered you his hand. “Wanna dance?” He mouthed. From the way his messy hair and half-lidded eyes looked, you could tell that he too enjoyed a drink or two. In this lightning, he looked ethereal: the white button-up clinging to his chest and arms, the chest hair poking out, the moderate sweaty-glow from the heat of the bodies surrounding you.

Biting your lip just a tiny amount, a smile formed on your face and you nodded your head. He took your hand in his and led you to the dance floor through the crowd.

In that moment, everything felt right: The song of choice, the colorful lights shining on you and the man standing before you. You were a little distant at first but it didn’t take much time to close the distance between the two of you.

He put a hand on your waist and searched your face for a sign of discomfort but your feelings were quite the opposite, you were smiling beautifully and looking prettier than ever so he wasted no time in pulling you closer. You swayed a little, back and forth. When the song switched to more up-beat one, he let himself be: His moves were making you laugh with adoration.

After a couple of songs, you told him that you needed to go back to your friends’ side. He was a little disappointed of course but he let you go. “Will I see you later?” He questioned right before dropping your hand.

“If you’re lucky enough.” You said with a small wink and walked away. You knew that he’d be watching you from your back, so you gave him your best strut when you left his side.

**

A plethora of songs later, you girls were all worn out. Now the place was less crowded which felt like a breath of fresh air. Your stranger was still in the club with his friends and it’s easy to say that they were partying hard.

While dancing and having fun, you’d look his way to see whether he was looking at you or not. Every single time, you caught him looking at you. There was something so intimate about it, it was like he was under your spell. The last time your eyes met, you flashed him a smile and turned back to your friends.

Suddenly there were a few drunk guys surrounding your group, trying to buy you a drink. One of them immediately snuck up on you and you were, to say the least, irritated. He asked your name, complimented you and asked whether you’d like another drink or not. You were clearly uncomfortable and said no to him a couple of times; It didn’t seem like he was going to take no for an answer. He eventually got closer to you, you put your hand on his chest to push him away.

Seeing you tense up he laughed to himself, asking “What’s wrong honey, you a virgin or what?”.

Just then, you saw a fist landing on his face.

“She said no didn’t she? Get the fuck out.” Your handsome stranger said to the guy then he immediately turned back to you, eyes squinting and brows furrowed.

“I wasn’t late, was I? Are you okay?”

“...I’m good. Thank you.”

“I knew I shouldn’t have let you go…” He muttered to himself for a second. He thought that you wouldn’t catch it but you did. And he continued,

“Wanna go outside? A fresh breath of air can be good.”

“Yeah.” you said while nodding, letting him lead the way.

**

Under the streetlight, everything felt warmer in contrast to the coldness of the club’s atmosphere. “Do we know each other? You seem so familiar.” You questioned, cocking an eyebrow at him.

He was standing straight, his hands on either side of his hips across from you and you were leaning on a wall. A few seconds before, while you guys were mere steps away from the door, he gently placed a jacket over your shoulders so you wouldn’t get cold outside. Such a gentleman.

“Don’t think so, I would certainly remember your beautiful face… It’s Phil by the way.”

Hearing that name and seeing his face now in a more clear light, shock dawned upon you. “No… Phil Wenneck?”

“Hold on…” He paused, the same shocked expression now painted on his face.

“ ___’s daughter, right? Damn…” His eyes were now on your face. “It’s been so long since I last saw you and your father. Look at how much you’ve grown.”

A smile formed on your face as his eyes glistened warmly. Following quickly a chuckle bubbled up your throat, the happiness of nostalgia wrapping you in its embrace.

“It has been long, Phil.” You confirmed, nodding your head softly.

“And how’s your old man doing?”

“He’s doing great, the same.”

…And there was silence. Neither of you wanted to speak on it. You never got to know why Phil disappeared from your lives. You didn’t feel like questioning it and he didn’t feel like explaining himself.

You decided to break the silence with,

“I’m here with a couple of my friends for a couple of days, one of them is going to be married.”

“What are the odds… We’re here for the same reason too actually.’ He laughed to himself and you joined him.

“There’s so much to catch up on, why don’t you come with us for the night? I’m sure your girls will be fine without you.”

“I should check up with them first, be right back.”

“Sounds great, I’ll meet you inside.”

**

An hour later, Phil was done introducing you to his group of friends. You went to another club after the last one died out and you five were now in a booth. You were between Doug and Phil, Phil being on the outer side. Stu and Alan were sitting farther. A waitress came to ask for your drinks, mainly talking to Phil and trying to work her charm.

He was reciprocating her energy, he was such a flirt; Seeing them this way made you feel bummed out a little. What were you expecting exactly?

Phil ordered for everyone and the waitress was long gone now, leaving you alone with the men. Your first impressions on them were quite good, well… except Alan. Doug was the glue that held the group together, Stu was the know-it-all, Phil was the pretty boy and Alan was, Alan.

Later in the night, you did some shots together and some dumb ice-breaker type of activities: Phil was a middle school teacher so he had a lot of those up in his sleeves. It was pretty fun though, doing them while not being sober.

After sharing a few laughs and fun facts about yourselves, Phil turned to you, dropping his head ever so slightly so you’d be the only one hearing him. You quickly glanced at others to see if anyone was paying attention to you two.

Stu and Doug were so focused on something Alan was doing. You giggled when you saw the state that they were in and returned to Phil. He was looking at your face the whole time while you were watching the others. His gaze was intense and you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks burn a little.

“So, you’re under my watch tonight sweetheart…” He winked and continued, “Sorry ‘bout that.” He whispered the last part in a mocking tone. You rolled your eyes at his remark but you were in no position to complain: You were where you wanted to be exactly. A smile formed on your lips which was immediately followed by him.

And just like that he got up abruptly, holding his hand out to you. You took his hand and once again, you were on the dance floor, following him closely through the crowded place. When he found the perfect place he suddenly pulled you close.

Now your faces were close, bodies closer: You could feel the way his chest was rising up and down against yours, his lips agape. It was the perfect moment to share a kiss, you looked up at him as he looked down on you. His eyes glided over your lips and your breath hitched in your throat.

He leaned down, your foreheads now touching. Even though you wanted to kiss him and he you, he thought that he shouldn’t: He was fighting against his desire.

As he was lost in thought, you gave his lips a quick peck, not being able to fight off your own desires. You looked into his eyes to see that, he was surprised: his eyebrows lifted high and his eyes became wider for a second.

Then, he wasted no time in leaning down to kiss your soft lips. You immediately reciprocated, earning a smile from him which you felt on your lips. His hands slowly went down your spine, roaming your body. You tugged on his collar, drawing him even more close.

His scent was driving you crazy, there was an innate urge blooming inside you and he was the only one who could satisfy that craving tonight.

**

You woke up in Phil’s arms. To be more specific, he had his arm around your shoulders and your hand, on his chest. The sheets felt cold against your burning skin. Last night was a blur for you, after all you had many drinks; but some memories were still fresh in your mind, like the first time you saw Phil in the club, your first kiss and the rest of the night with Phil in the king size bed…

You didn’t want to wake him up but you needed to check your phone to see if any of your girls messaged you throughout the night. Acting carefully, you tried to get up but Phil sensed your motion and pulled you in closer.

You put your hand on his bare chest and lightly applied pressure to break free of him. He didn’t let go of your shoulder and opened his sleepy eyes with a questioning look on his face. “What’s wrong?” He yawned.

“Nothing, Phil. I just need to check my phone to see if there are any messages or call-”

He pulled you in closer again: this time wrapping his arms around your shoulder, causing you to squish into him. “Phil!” You squeaked and he didn’t stop: You were basically on top of him now.

He opened his eyes fully, whispering “They can wait a little, can't they?” as he tucked the strands that were falling on your face behind your ears. The look in his eyes was full of adoration and you melted at the sight.

Sighing happily, you accepted the defeat and laid your head on his chest. “Last night was beautiful.”

He started playing with your hair, occasionally twirling it between his fingers. “I know.” He confirmed, “I’m glad we ran into each other.”

You hummed in response, getting sleepy in his embrace again. “You know,” you started, “I’ve always found you the most attractive.”

He started to caress your head, “Oh yeah?” He chuckled to himself, “Daddy’s little princess had a little crush on me back then huh?”

Rolling your eyes, an “Oh shut up.” escaped from your lips. You playfully hit his chest and lifted yourself to look him in the eyes. “Do you have any idea how cocky you are?”

“Don’t you like me for it?” A smirk-like smile formed on his lips.

As you opened your mouth to say whatever came to your mind to protest playfully, Stu barged into the room. Upon hearing the loud noise of the door opening, Phil skilfully pulled the sheets on top of you to cover your bare back.

Both of you turned to look at this sudden interruption only to see how stressful Stu looked. At first he whispered Doug’s name, then in a normal voice he started repeating it. His eyes were wide awake and when you looked him in the face you realized he had a missing tooth.

“Stu, Stu- Calm down.” Phil sat up. “What the hell is going on?”

“He… He is lost. The hotel room is a mess-”

“Guys! There is a fucking tiger in the bathroom!” Alan yelled from the other room.

At this stage, you weren’t sure if you were dreaming or not, or whether the others were pulling a prank on Phil. Phil was acting oblivious and calm, as if he was sure this was all a joke. If it was a one, you had to give it up to Stu: He looked like an absolute mess. You couldn’t help but wonder how he nailed the teeth, it looked so realistic-

Just then you heard Alan’s screams. Phil decided that he had enough of all of this and got out of the room, Stu following him from behind. Taking advantage of the opportunity, you reached for your phone.

“Holy shit!” This one came from Phil. “What the fuck happened last night?”

To your surprise your phone was dead and it probably made your girls pretty anxious all night. At least you told them that you were going with Phil, right? You immediately got out of bed and plugged your phone on a charger.

Just like that, the boys’ scream grew louder and louder when Stu finally snapped: “Why can’t we remember a goddamn thing?” Then there was a deadly silence.

Even though you were in another room, you were able to pick up whatever was going on: Alan was blabbering about how sorry he was. Stu started yelling and the next minute you saw Phil by your side, sitting on the bed close to you.

“Phil, what’s going on?” You asked, extremely confused.

He caressed your cheek and calmly asked if you remembered anything from last night. The contrast of his calm demeanor with the chaos that was unraveling in the next room was making you feel all kinds of emotions. But Phil’s attitude was considerate and gentle.

“I only remember us.” You stated blankly. He sighed in defeat, dropping his head. Later he quickly gained his composure, held your hands in his and told you about the situation they were facing: Doug was missing, the hotel room was a mess, there was indeed a tiger in the bathroom and Alan drugged the boys before heading out for the night.

“Alan did what-” You couldn’t believe your ears. “Also do you know what happened to Stu’s teeth?” You blurted out.

“I don’t think he noticed it yet and I don’t want to be the one to break the news to him… He’ll figure it out soon enough.” He shook his head. “We’ll go to the lobby and search for Doug. Did you check in with your girls yet?”

“Good call, I totally forgot. You guys go ahead.”

“I’ll come back for you, don’t go anywhere.”

“I won’t.” And with that, Phil planted a kiss on your forehead before leaving.

Immediately reaching for your phone, you saw hundreds of messages and calls from each one of your friends: There were so many “Where TF are you”s and “OMG did someone kidnapped you”s. You were shocked because you swear you told them that you were going with Phil.

Without wasting a second you opened your group chat and texted that you were safe and with Phil, not forgetting to mention that you already told them about it last night. They probably didn’t remember anything because of the amount of alcohol in their blood.

You decided to send them a selfie for it to be more convincing because they were probably sleeping anyway. You sent one in between the sheets with a silly expression on your face: Just as you would on a normal day.

After you were done, you let the sheets cling to your skin, Phil’s scent mixed with yours wrapping you in its embrace. Leaving all the chaos of the morning aside, you were as content as you could be.

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