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Cotton Mouth

Elliot (euphoria) x fem!reader

Warnings: explicit language, unprotected sex (he pulls out dw): underage drinking, drug use (weed and mention of adderall) dubcon ( they’re both under the influence)

You, Lexie and Maddy were sitting beside one another in history class, taking notes on something that was more than likely not even going to be on the test you had next week. Maddy had been on her phone, obviously needing to hide it from the teacher giving a lecture at the front of the room. Unfortunately for maddy, your teacher seemed to see every fucking thing on the planet, because the next thing you hear from your teachers mouth isn't about the cold war, but instead:

“Ms. Perez, is there something on your phone that holds more value to you than your education?”

“Uh, no?” Maddy says. The teacher you three had gotten this semester was known for being incredibly strict, so instead of asking her to put it away like teachers usually do on the first warming, he takes Maddy's phone, sitting it on his desk and telling her she can get it back at the end of the school day, from the office.

To avoid further punishment, Maddy waits until the teacher turns his back to roll her eyes. You'd felt your phone buzz a few seconds after maddy started getting chewed out by the teacher, but you refused to get in any sort of trouble. That didn't mean you weren't going to check your phone, just meant you had to be smart about how you did it. Maddy jokingly called you a “preppy-poser” once because of the way you presented yourself compared to how you were with anyone close to you.

The notification is a text from maddy. You glance over at her before responding, wondering what couldn't wait another 45 minutes. Maybe she needed a tampon? You hid your phone in a way the teacher was unable to see it and you read the notification banner.

Maddy:

Did you still need a new plug?

I found a hookup thru jules

You dont bother opening it or replying, since maddy wouldnt see the notification for another 2 and a half hours. You'll just ask her about it later.

The bell rings, and students begin the file out of the door. Maddy wasn't quite done packing her things, so you and lexie talk for a bit while she gets her things together. You had lunch after, so a few extra minutes wouldn't kill you. After maddy is ready, the three of you go to the bathroom and touch up your makeup.

You all sit your bags on the bathroom counter, immediately jumping into the conversation maddy wanted to have with you earlier. “Mads, what were you tryna tell me earlier?” You lean in closer to the mirror, carefully dabbing the powder onto anywhere you'd begun to look greasy. Lexie raises a brow, unaware of what you're referring to.

“Oh yeah,” Maddy says, reapplying her lipliner in the mirror next to you, “ you know how fez got locked up and you've been looking for a new connect?” she turns to you and lexie and you nod. “Well, I heard from Jules that there's this guy at our school who deals. Y’know Elliot?"

“Who?” you and lexie say at the same time.

“That strung-out looking blond-ish guy that's like, never in school. He has tattoos or whatever.”

“You always find, like, the most offensive way to describe someone.” Lexie chuckles from Maddy's right side.

“I'm not wrong, though.” maddy shrugs, turning her attention back to you. “Anyways, Jules said that he sells, and I bought some weed from him and it was actually good. You want his snap so you can get your addys and stuff?”

“Yeah, you can send it to me.” you check the time on your phone, quickly putting your things away and slinging your bag over your shoulder. “ shit, we gotta go.” you say them when you realize that you'd been in the bathroom for 10 minutes already.

After lunch, the school day goes on for another class period, after which you immediately head straight to your car. You get to your car, seeing maddy and lexi waiting for you. You stop to get food for the three of you and sit in the parking lot to eat, just like always. The three of you lived pretty close to each other, so one of you usually stayed over at one of the others house while you all did homework together. Well, you did a little more talking than homework, but it got done nonetheless.

“Whose place are we going to?” you glance over at Maddy in the passenger seat, and up in the mirror at lexi, waiting for a response.

“Uhh” maddy, pauses, chewing on the straw of her drink as she decides. “Yours. Better space for actually doing work, and there's no cassie. No offence, lex.”

Lexi nods her head in agreement, “none taken. She doesn't do anything other than talk about he-who-shall-not-be-named .” she rolls her eyes, the memory aggravating her all over again.

On the way to your house, the three of you debrief that whole situation for the millionth time, mainly just the talk shit about cassie and nate again. You pull into your driveway, parking the car. You, maddy, and lexi all grab your bags from the trunk of your car and walk inside. You head straight to your room to change out of your school clothes. Maddy borrow some clothes from you, not wanting to study in jean shorts. You didn't mind, you'd had some of their clothes over at your house, and they'd both had some of yours. You all start on your homework and sit in comfortable silence for a little while with the occasional comment about wanting to drop out or how the teacher must hate their students for assigning so much work.

After a couple of hours, Lexie gets a call from Cassie, rolling her eyes before she even picks up the phone. Just as she answers the phone, both you and Maddie can hear the familiar sound of violent sobbing on cassies end. The three of you all exchange a similar look, already knowing what this was about.

“Cass, I'm busy. What? Again? Well what did you expect? Nate's shown you over and over again that he doesn't give a shit about you, and you're the only person that acts shocked when he does sht like this. Fine. Don't get used to calling me whenever he does this again”

When she gets off the phone, Lexie explains that Nate had kicked Cassie out of his house during a fight and refused to drive her home. Their mom was most certainly blacked out, and as much as Lexie hated helping Cassie out of situations she'd put herself in, she couldn't leave her sister stranded across town without a ride home. Lexie quickly packs her things up, telling you and maddy over and over that she's sorry, and makes her way down the street to her own house to get the car to get cassie.

You and maddy put away your books for the night, spectating on what bitch fit Nate must've been throwing for the argument to end in him kicking Cassie out. The last time Nate kicked maddie out was because she brought up the possibility that he might not be straight, so it made the two of you wonder what cassie said to piss him off so much.

You both decide to drop the topic and order pizza before you both get ready for bed. Maddie and lexie often stayed at your house, their own home lives being too much in very different ways. Maddie with her parents who acted like they were strangers to one another, and Lexie with a new tantrum from her older sister every week. You didn't mind. You liked having them over all the time. It worked out great that your mom was always working, so you pretty much had the house to yourself. Even when she was home, she was asleep.

When the food gets there, you and maddie sit on the couch in the living room to eat, turning the tv to a random reality show. You and maddy eat, talk about their outfits, point out flagrant

Red flags in the men, and guess which girls are going to end up snaking each other.

After a few episodes, your phone dings with a notification.

unknown :

Maddy sent me your number

You tryna buy?

You'd completely forgotten to add him earlier, but maddy is ever so impatient, and frankly kinda over hearing you complain about needing a new plug.

You:

Yeah, ik you have weed but do you have addys?

Elliot:

Yeah, how many mg do u need?

You: like two weeks worth of 20mg and a 3.5

Elliot:

75 for everything

You:

Ok, can I pick up tomorrow?

Elliot:

Bet, u can come by my house whenever

Just lmk when u pull up.

“Who’re you texting?” maddy asks from the other end of the couch.

“Elliot, I was asking him if I could pickup tomorrow.” you look up from your phone. You take a pause, an idea dawning on you.

“Oh my god!” you gasp, jumping to sit up on the couch. Maddy sits up with you, a startled look on her face. “We should all hang out tomorrow night. You know lexie needs a break after what Cassie's probably putting her through right now.”

“Oh my god, yes! I'll get the drinks.” you guys plan things a little bit more before texting your group chat to inform lexie of your plans. After that, you and maddy both head to sleep.

That Friday morning starts off with you and maddy waking up at around the same time, you first starting in the kitchen and making breakfast for the two of you while maddy showers. When she's done, she lets you know and moves to your room to do her makeup at your vanity. you two swap places when she's done and heads to the kitchen to get breakfast.

After the two of you are done getting ready, you both get into the car to pick up lexie. She must've been waiting for you to pick her up, because before you can even pick up your phone to call her, she's already out of the door and almost halfway to your car. you notice that she has her overnight bag with her, the same bag she always brings to spend the night at your house.

“i was planning to drop you guys back off at your houses after school to get your stuff, you didn't have to pack early.” you turn your head to glance at lexie when she gets into the car. she looks like she'd had a long night, most likely because of Cassie.

“i know, I'm just not in the mood to come back home for anything other than to drop off my backpack. cassie literally hasn't shut up about nate since last night. I'm beyond over it” she rolls her eyes.

“Dmn. i don't blame you.” you say, taking a pause before looking into the rear view mirror at Lexi. “But, that's why were having our sleepover this weekend! you’re always worried about everyone else, you never get to have your own fun, lex. fun is the only goal of this weekend." Lexie gives you a sincere smile. “alright bitches, seatbelts!” you say before you pull out of lexes driveway, now on your way to school. Not before a coffee run, though.

The school day drags on for what seems like forever, as it usually does when you're excited for the day to end. As soon as it does, however, you, Lexie, and maddy practically sprint to your car. You stop to get gas, all three of you heading into the store for snacks before you pay at the counter. After you drop maddy off at her house to pack, you head back to your house to get the vdka your cousin bought for you and give them the money for it. you walk into the kitchen and pass it straight to lexie, telling her to go ahead and get started on her care-free weekend. you head into the living room to turn on your playlist that the three of you made together.

you go to your room to change your clothes before maddy gets to your house. while you look for clothes to change into, you go through your own thoughts to make sure you're not forgetting anything. Just then, it hits you that you're supposed to pick up from Elliot for you and Maddy. you quickly put on your shoes and head for the door. you let lexie know where you're going as you're walking out and she nods in acknowledgment. you get into the car, typing in the directions you'd called maddy for on your phone before you pull off into the street. While at a red light about 10 minutes away from Elliot's house, you decide to message him and let him know you're going to be there soon.

You:

Im otw

Elliot:

Bet

You put your phone down and continue to drive. When your GPS says that you've arrived, you're parking in front of a small two story brick house, one that looked like it'd been around a long time. You quickly text Elliot that you're outside, not knowing if he wanted you to come to the door or not. A few minutes later, the front door swings open and who you could only assume was Elliot walks out. Yeah, you'd definitely never seen him at school before. You'd remember if you had.

He looked like he'd just gotten out of bed, in a t-shirt and sweatpants, his hair a mess, but that didn't take away from his good looks. You'd wondered before why maddy had described him as blonde“-ish”, but his frosted tips clear that up for you. As he gets closer, you see the tattoos maddy mentioned, too. Thank god your windows were tinted, because it probably looked like you were checking him out. You'd never say it out loud, because you knew better than to associate yourself with people in that business (other than fezco, of course) but you honestly were checking him out. As he strode closer to your car, you let your driver's side window down. Elliot makes a face that you'd assume to be shocked when he gets a good look at you. He asks your name like hes trying to confirm if you have the right house or not.

“Yeah, that's me.” you say, confused.

“Huh. That's interesting.” he ponders.

“What's that supposed to mean?” you raise a brow at him.

“Youre like,” he waves a hand over your entirety, “so put together.” he completes. You look down, realizing you still had on your school clothes. You still had been wearing that persona that you'd crafted to trick anyone outside of your circle of friends that you were a goody-two shoes with straight a’s. Okay, yes you did have straight a’s, but you being here, right now, proves that you definitely aren't a goody two shoes.

“That's what the addys are for, duh.” you roll your eyes, barely joking but he chuckles anyway. Damn. He has a nice smile “Speaking of,” you hold your hand out of the window, money between your fingers. He hands you a baggie and a pill bottle with the label ripped off of it, taking the money with his other hand . You open them to make sure everything's good. Thank him, and pull off.

“Youre welcome, mama.” you hear him say just loud enough to be heard over your engine as you're backing out into the street. You're absolutely telling maddy and lexie about this. Thats like, textbook flirting for guys like him. It starts with being oddly inquisitive about things, like how he was with your style compared to your habits, then petnames. Like you'd ever lower your standards and risk your future for someone like that.

Okay, maybe you were making assumptions based on what incredibly little you knew about him, and maybe you were trying to make him seem way worse than he probably is as a way to talk yourself out of finding him physically attractive, and maybe he's exactly your type. But you didnt want to think about that right now. You had a girls weekend to get to.

Back at your house, you and maddy get there at the same time. Shes got two bags, just like she usually does when you guys drink. One for clothes, one for bottles. You and maddy walk into the house, you change, then you bring up the little thing with Elliot while the three of you are in the kitchen.

“Oh my god, guys!” you gasp.

“What happened? Lexie says, as maddy pulls the bottles of various alcohols from her bag, setting them on the counter. Her movements stalled for a moment when she registered what you said.

“I think Elliot was like, flirting with me.”

“What?” maddy says, shock clear as day.

“Is that something he does with all the girls he deals to?” you ask, unsure if you're reading too much into it.

“Uh, no.” maddy says, giving you an ‘are you serious?’ look.

“What makes you think he was flirting with you?” lexie says, grabbing solo cups from the cabinet for all three of you. She grabs a bottle of vodka from the other side of the counter where maddy had placed it, pouring shots into the cups for everyone.

“He was like, inquiring about my habits. you say, pulling out the pack of papers you brought from your room as you begin rolling up. “ he was saying that it was “interesting” that i do drugs since im so “put together”. I'm a teenager, most of us do drugs.” you scoff, and maddy nods as she and lexie take their shots while you talk. You finish rolling your joint and set it on the counter to dry a little after you licked it shut, taking your own shot. “And then, when i thanked him-”

“You thanked a drug dealer?” Maddy laughs, leaning onto the counter.

“Yeah, its rude not to thank someone for their services" you shrug, and Maddy gives you a look of mild annoyance. “Anyways, I thanked him and he called me mama.”

“I mean he could've been flirting with you. He never did that to me when I bought from him. Its not like hes ugly or anything, you could totally…y’know” maddy put her nail between her teeth and gives you a playful smile and you immediately know what she means.

“No. Hell, no.” you scoff out, getting up to turn on the playlist the three of you made together for when you'd hang out.

“So im the only person that doesnt know what this guy looks like?” lexie says,pouring herself more to drink.

“Lemme see if i can find him on jules instagram.” maddy mumbles, pulling out her phone, tapping for a bit and turning it towards lexie, who raises a brow at whatever's on Maddy's phone. “And… why is he not a potential candidate?” she squints at you from the kitchen as you walk back over to the counter. You pick up the joint, deciding its most likely dry enough to smk and a lighter a few inches away from it. You spark it, taking a long drag, then another. You hold the smk in for a while before you blow it out and pass the joint to Maddy.

“You guys are literally insane.”

The night goes on without another mention of Elliot, but you still had your very brief encounter with him replaying in your mind.

The weekend goes on with several hangovers and good vibes all around. That Monday, you're slightly surprised to see Elliot in the hallways. He gives you a nod in acknowledgement and you wave, giving him a tight smile. That doesn't mean anything, right? You two are a part of the same circle of people, (as you came to know from maddy) maybe he was just being polite. That's what you told yourself. That was, until lunch the next day when you saw him again.

It was right before lunch ended. You, maddy, and lexie all had thrown away your trays and had been standing by the door waiting for the bell to ring so you could leave. You'd been talking to maddy about something, nothing important. Then you noticed maddy looking past you while you're in the middle of a sentence. You turn around, and there he is. Elliot, as you live and breathe. His eyes meet yours and he gives you a small, almost shy smile. Your brow momentarily wrinkles at that, as he seemed like the opposite of shy. Antisocial? Probably. More likely sociopathic. But not shy.

“Hey,” he says your name like it's familiar to him. Like he's said it a million times before.

“Hi, Elliot.What's up?” you squint at him, wondering what he'd come up to talk to you about. Thankfully, he gets the hint and gets to the point.

“Nothin’. I just wanted to see if that bud i sold you was any good” he says casually, as if there aren't administrators standing mere feet away from the door, not too far away from where you're standing.

You grab the front of his jacket, shushing him. His brow raises at the sudden movement.

“If you wanted to grab on me you could at least ask.” he smirks in a way that makes your face hot. You release him and turn to maddy and lexie for some sort of lifeline, only to find that they left. They fucking bailed on you. You scoff, turning back to Elliot.

“Dont say shit like that near staff. I dont wanna be associated with that.” you roll your eyes.

“Ohh, okay. Little miss perfect, huh? Gotta protect your rep.” his tone is completely sardonic.

He pulls you by the arm, moving the two of you backward a few feet. “Is that better, princess?” he says sarcastically. Even though it was meant as an insult, the name still makes your breath catch in your throat just as you were going to insult him back.

You find your footing and speak again. “ Well, I'm sorry I care about how I'm perceived.”

“Apology accepted. Back to my original question, was it any good?” he says it quieter this time, and a small part of you appreciates it. He picked on you for wanting to keep a low profile, but then went out of his way to abide by that little rule you set.

“Um, yeah. It was good.What were you gonna do if I said it wasn't good?” you ponder out loud, genuinely curious as to where he was going with this.

“Then I'd give you something different. Maybe a little discount.” he shrugs and you chuckle.

“Something different?”

“Like, a different strain. They all make you feel different.”

“But why do you care?” you pester him, trying to figure out what he's getting out of talking to you.

“ I can't have the school sweetheart going around saying I sell bad weed. Bad for business.” and there he goes, making you laugh again.

“Well, id give you 5 stars on yelp” you both chuckle. “After midterms, like right before break can i buy some more?” you whisper, meaning in a little bit.

“Of course, princess.” he says in that sarcastic tone again. “Stressed about tests?” he asks with mock concern. You roll your eyes all the way to the back of your head.

While the answer to that was yes, that wasn't (completely) why. You, maddy, lexie, rue, and jules all had a group chat made for planning what you guys would do on spring break in two weeks. You'd mentioned your mom would be on a work trip for two weeks so your house would be free. Since almost everybody in attendance smoked, you'd thought why not get enough for everyone? (And maybe a little just for you and Maddy when everyone went home.)

“mind your business” you snark. You check the time on your phone, and just as you do, the bell rings. “Ill text you later” you turn back and say to him as you walk away.

You’d felt like you were being awkward during your encounter, but that could just be anxiety from the copious amounts of adderall you’d been taking to do well on your midterms. Maybe that light headed feeling and racing heart was because of something else? Or maybe someone else. You simply choose not the dwell on it, putting your tests back at the forefront of your mind.

You're walking faster than most people to get to your class on the other side of campus without being late, and as you reach the door, you bump into Jules. You two smile and hug each other, talking about how you can't wait to hang out next week as you both walk to class. You eventually part ways and you quickly hope to god that you've studied enough to pass your midterm in your last class. Throughout the next two weeks, Elliot makes small talk with you more and more.It's usually slight flirting mixed in with less slight digs at each other. You had no idea why you were doing this, and why you were doing it with him of all people, but you liked it. Way more than you would ever let yourself be okay with

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With midterms out of the way and your mom out of the house by Tuesday, you’re finally able to breathe again. Maddy and lexie have their things tucked away in your recently cleaned room, the kitchen and living room are clean and the drinks are ready. You guys also had soda and juice, both for mixers and so rue wouldn't feel left out. She was doing good with just smoking weed for her panic attacks every once in a while, and you didn't want to risk having her relapse. Jules and rue were on the way, but they lived across town, so you decide to text elliot and tell him youre about to come to pick up.

You:

Im abt to be otw

Elliot:

Dw abt it

Youre sat there, confused as you watch him type.

Elliot:

Im coming to u

Now you’re even more confused as to what he meant by that. Then you get a text from jules.

Riding with elliot

I told him i was hanging out with you and he wanted to tag along to get you your sht

He said he wont stay if you dont want him to

In your head, youre losing your mind. Elliot was coming to your house, and seemingly he wanted to hang out with you too. You hadn't even told maddy and lexie about your little back and forth you've developed with elliot, so you definitely don't want to hint to jules that anything is going on.

You:

Okie dokie

I don’t mind him staying

Jules:

Ok cool

Also

I have a question

At the risk of being completely wrong

You:

Yeah, whats up?

Jules:

Are you and elliot like

Involved

You:

Bitch WHAT did you just say to me

You close your eyes and pray that whatever she says is completely incorrect.

Jules:

WAIR

WAIT

LISTEN

You:

Listening.

Jules:

Elliot like

Got a lil excited when I mentioned you

Like he could wait to see you

You crack a small smile at that, flattered that Elliot wants to see you. You're also suddenly more concerned about how you look. When you were with your friends, you were able to be yourself. To not care about whether or not your hair was perfect or if you were laughing too loud in public. You'd always been cautious about how other people would see you. Out of habit, you rush to your room to put on a little makeup and throw a zip-up hoodie over the cropped wife beater you had on. Since you'd thought you were going to be hanging out with just the girls, you'd gone braless. But since Elliot was making guest appearances in your life more and more, you had to adjust your wardrobe. Luckily, youd had on sweatpants already, so the jacket was all you needed to add to your outfit.

After a while, at about 7:30 , rue, jules, and elliot all arrive at your house. It's all hugs and high pitched compliments for the next 5 minutes straight between you girls, and then in the midst of it all, you glance over and see Elliot.

He ditched his usual baggy jacket or hoodie for a muscle shirt today. And the name of the shirt is accurate if you do say so yourself, with the tan, lean bulge of his biceps. With the exposed skin you’re now able to see because of his lack of sleeves, you see more of his tattoos.You subconsciously lick your lips at the sight, not realizing what you'd done until it was too late to take the action back.

Elliot sees what you did, sees the look on your face while you did it, too. The look that tells him that your mind was so far deep in the gutter you’d need a submarine to get it out. But he doesn’t say anything about it. Just smirks and asks if it’s cool to put his shoes by the front door.

You stutter out a “yes” and your friends begin to move around you to get the part started everyone is in the living room watching tv and talking about everything and nothing all at once in your inebriated state. By now, it’s half past 11. At this point in the night, everyone but rue has had plenty to drink an everyone but Lexie had smoked enough to have you all red-eyed and fuzzy headed. Lexie was fast asleep on the floor where she’d been laying for a total of 5 minutes before practically passing out, so everyone had begun to wind down for the night so as not to disturb her.

And with your luck of course, your mind had decided to fixate on Elliot the whole night. The way he laughed whenever someone, especially you, made a joke, the way the small flame from the lighter cast dark shadows on his face when he sparked a blunt. You tried not to look (a lie) but you seemed unable to help yourself.

You and Jules were laid out on the three seater on your backs, looking at the ceiling with Maddy sitting in between you two . Rue and Elliot were sat on the floor leaned up against the couch, passing a blunt between all of you. Feeling almost out of your own body with how much you’d smoked, the couch felt softer, the air felt a little warmer, and the music coming from the tv sound almost otherworldly. Mid-toke, you remember that you’ve yet to pay Elliot for the weed that you’re currently smoking.

“Damn!” You whisper to yourself, putting out what little was left of the blunt into the ashtray that sat between rue and Elliot. getting up and going to your room without another word.

When you stand, your head swims a tad bit. You speed walk to your room and turn on your desk lamp, mumbling to yourself what you’d went in there for as to not forget like you often did when you got fucked up. You frantically rummage through everything to find the $130 you’d set aside to pay Elliot. Just as you find it, stuffed in the drawer of your nightstand, there’s a knock on your already wide open bedroom door.

“You good, mama?” Says a voice from your doorway. You don’t even need to look to know who it is. You turn around the face Elliot, who’s standing leaning to the side, pressing his shoulder up against the doorframe. Damnit all to hell, he looks good. His curls were messier than usual. He’d had a blunt that could’ve almost been mistaken for a small tree trunk rolled up and stuck behind his ear, your guess is he just rolled it.

“Yeah,” you drunkenly giggle, “I’m great!” You flash him a smile an he returns it with a smaller one of his own. You walk to your desk, looking over the makeup products spread across it for Vaseline, chapstick, something, anything to help with how dry your lips felt “Why’d you ask?”

“You didn’t say anything before you got up and basically ran out.” He walks slowly in your direction, but you keep your eyes on finding something to hydrate your lips as you try your hardest to ignore your pounding heart finally picking out a pink, strawberry flavored lipgloss. “Wanted to make sure you were okay.” He says it so casually, as if he’s supposed to be concerned about you. It suddenly dawns on you that you’re alone with him. Alone. In your bedroom, with your friends on the other end of the long hallway, well out of earshot. Not to mention, you’re both crossed as fuck. That’s a recipe for disaster. Or maybe the start to a great night.

You lean down, getting eye level with the mirror at your vanity to apply the gloss to your lips. When you do, your jacket moves an inch or two up your back, making the baby blue lace at the top of your thong just barely visible.

In the mirror you’re using, you can can see Elliot’s eyes catch the movement out of his peripheral vision and then glance over to see what it was. As soon as he does, he just as quickly averts his eyes, his breath caught up in his chest. You just barely hold back your laughter at the way he reacted, standing up straight and closing the lipgloss and slipping it into your pocket to reapply when you need to.

“I went to get your money. I remembered i never paid you. You hand him the money and he takes it from you, his fingers brushing against yours as your eyes never leave his. Elliot counts the money, then he pauses like he’s calculating something. After a second or two, he hands you back two 10 dollar bills.

“A discount. Only ‘cuz i smoked some of it too.” He shrugs, pocketing the rest of the money.

You look at the money in his hands, the back up to his face, and back again.

“Am i gonna like, owe you after this?”

“Not at all,mama.” His voice is low, his tone is almost intimate. “Just take it.” He says, stepping even closer to you. He’s close enough now that you can smell him. The familiar smell of weed; sour, musky and earthy. But not just that. There’s something else. Coconut? When you identify it, you seem to be able to smell it better now, the scent almost making you dizzy. What is it about a guy smelling good that makes a girl want to give it up like she’s going out of business? You take a deep breath, this time through your mouth.

you take the money back and set it on your desk. Far out of your right mind, you proceed to act on impulse. Just to test a theory on whether or not he’s being more than friendly.

“You got your lighter on you?” You ask after a momentary silence.

“Yeah,” he pulls out the lime green lighter from his front pocket. “Why?” Before he even finishes speaking, you take the lighter from his hand, then the blunt from behind his ear. He lets out a noise of shock and gives you another smile, the light of the lamp casting an almost angelic glow around him.

You sit criss crossed on your bed, flicking the lighter and holding it to the end of the blunt. You take a small hit at first, just to make sure it’s lit properly. Elliot walks to the other side of your bed, briefly asking if he can get on your bed before he’s sitting on the bed next to you.

This time, you take a much bigger hit, almost immediately feeling the burn in your lungs; the kind of burn that’s always followed by a coughing fit. And obviously, that’s what happens.

You don’t trust yourself not to drop the blunt on you or the bed, so you hold it out for him to take while you do your best not to wake up the neighbors with your coughing. He quickly takes it, in his left hand, his right hand firmly patting your back as you cough, the unexpected touch distracting enough to get yourself under control.

“Goddamn,” you mutter. “That shit almost killed me.” Elliot chuckles, hitting the blunt just as hard as you did and barely having a reaction. You glare at him as you take a few deep breaths to try to help, but the burn in your chest and throat is persistent. “Gonna get something to drink.” You turn and say to him before getting up from the bed and walking to the kitchen. As soon as you step foot in the kitchen, both Maddy and Jules have spotted you. Rue was asleep on the floor and Jules had moved next to her while Maddy was on the couch still, but laying longways.

Maddy calls your name just loud enough for you to hear, but not loud enough to wake the sleeping teens in your living room. You freeze, hoping that maybe she won’t be able to see you if you don’t move. Your logic isn’t the best when you’re not sober.

“Bitch, we can fucking see you.” Maddy slurs a bit in her drunken state, standing up from the couch to question you in the kitchen. “Are you like,okay? You were gone for a little bit, but then Elliot went to check on you.” She says, confused.

“But then he fucking vanished too.” Jules says, heading into the kitchen as well to talk to you guys. Jules and Maddy look at each other, then at you. Almost in sync, their eye get almost impossibly wide and their jaws hang open.

“Oh my fucking god, were you two-“

“Bitch, don’t even go there.” You hold a hand up, cutting Maddy off. “I went to get the money for the weed, then he came to check on me. After that, we just started…talking.” You shrug. We were about to start smoking but i hit that shit too hard and i needed a drink.” You gesture to the refrigerator before opening it and grabbing two bottles of water. Elliot might want one. It’d be rude not to at least offer.

“I don’t even like him like that.” You say once you shut the refrigerator, turning to face your friends.

“Right…” Jules says, giving Maddy that ‘does this bitch think we’re stupid?’ look as you walk back to your room. In the middle of walking, you suddenly turn back around, moving so you’re holding the water bottles in your arm. You quickly grab the ashtray from the living room where someone had sat it on the coffee table and resume your trip back to your room.

Back in your bedroom now, you shut the door with your foot and walk to the far side of your bed where Elliot is sat. You place the ashtray down on the bed in front of him, setting one of the water bottles on the nightstand and opening the other, taking a few large sips from it before you close it and sit it beside his bottle. You don’t see it, but he’s watching your every move, unable to take his eyes off of you.

“Wanna watch a movie or something?” You point to your tv with your thumb. He doesn’t say anything, just nods like he doesn’t trust himself to speak.

You turn on a random corny comedy movie before tossing the remote onto the bed. He offers the blunt to you while you’re still standing and you take it, hitting it two or three times before you pass it back. The vent in your room was closed and so was the door, so you guys were essentially hotboxing. You start to feel warmer as the smoke gets thicker in the air, so without thinking, you rid yourself of your jacket with a muttered “Fuck, it’s hot.” and toss it into your laundry basket. The jacket that you’d put on because you were braless in a see-through shirt.

And the worst part? You’re so high, you don’t even notice it. But you know who does notice? Elliot. He notices immediately. He can’t seem to look away, either. Not that he’d been trying to. He can’t tear his eyes away from the sight of your nipples poking through your shirt when you walk back to your side of the bed.

The only time he’s not looking at your tits is when you’re reapplying your lipgloss. He’d been almost drooling at the sight each time you did it, like just now after you’d gotten comfortable in bed. You were so distracting, even when you weren’t trying to be. He’d tasted your lipgloss off of the blunt after you’d passed it back, and his first thought was about how much he wanted to lick it off your lips, tasting it and you in your entirety.

You’re leaning on your elbow this time, and he’s leaning back much more. The two of you sit in silence, passing the blunt between one another while you watch the movie. Your eyes find Elliot’s face, and much to your surprise, he was already looking at you. Just not your face. He’s fully ogling your tits with no shame, so much so that he doesn’t realize you caught him staring.

“Elliot.” You wave your hand in front of his face to get his attention, snapping him out of whatever trance your chest had put him in.

“Yeah?” He clears his throat, trying his best to look you in the eye, but he keeps letting both his gaze and his mind wander. In his head, Elliot is wondering what you would feel like against his tongue. What you would sound like when he hits that spot that makes you call out for him. What faces you’d make when you-

“You’re staring.” Your words interrupt his thoughts, pulling him out of his fantasy for a second time.

“You can’t really blame me, princess.” He’s nearly breathless. “Fuck, i wish i could touch you.” Now, he’s finally able to meet your eyes without breaking eye contact. There’s a heat between the two of you, even more now than before. God, he wants to touch you so bad. The two of you stare at eachother , playing a game of chicken to see who’s make the first move.

“What’s stopping you?” The two are you are speaking just loud enough for the other person to hear,voices barely above a whisper.

Slowly, almost as if you dont realize you’re doing it, the both of you are inching closer towards one another. Your lips brush against his, just barely touching, and that’s all it takes for his resolve to break down like this was never there. He pulls your face closer to his when you put your tongue in his mouth, groaning softly against your lips.

Suddenly being brought back to reality, Elliot remembers the ashtray between you two, as well as the blunt, completely out and still between his fingers. He breaks away from the kiss momentarily to put them both on the nightstand before he turns his attention back to you. He pulls you on top of him, kissing you even deeper than before. He tastes your lipgloss again, sucking on your bottom lip, needing to taste more of you.

Elliot is so obsessed with kissing you. The way you taste, the sounds you make when he squeezes your ass, everything about you. He’s so focused on you, he doesn’t realize that he’s absentmindedly grinding his bulge against your pussy through your clothes. What he does pay attention to is when you rub against him, breaking away from the kiss to look into his big brown eyes.

You’re pushing yourself down and across the length of his dick through his baggy jeans, clinging to him like he’s already inside you and it’s driving him insane. He wants to have you tightly wrapped around his dick more than anything in the world, but with a face that pretty, he knows for a fact that he needs to make you finish a few times before he puts his dick in you. He wants this to go on for as long as possible so he can wait a little bit longer to take your clothes off.

You, however have different plans. Only after a couple of minutes, you stand to rid yourself of your sweatpants to remove some of the layers between you and Elliot. You make quick work of his shirt too, since you’re already taking off clothes. Just as soon as you’re back on him,you press hot, desperate kisses onto his neck, lightly biting and sucking at the skin. He groans at the feeling of your teeth against his flesh, his dick almost painfully throbbing in his pants. Once you get to the collar of his shirt, you quickly strip him of it. You start to kiss your way down and make your way to the waistband of his boxers that peeks just above his jeans. You look up at him, hands hovering over the stupid fucking shoelace he was using as a belt.

“What?” He asks, his voice unsteady as he talks.

“Can i?” You ask.

“Can you…What?” He raises a brow at you, giving you a small smirk.

“You fuckin’ know what. Don’t be an ass” you roll your eyes at him.

“I don’t think i do know. Why don’t you tell me, mama?” Now he’s fully smiling, like he’s enjoying pissing you off and turning you on at the same time.

You drag your fingers up Elliott’s torso, your voice smooth and slow like honey as you lean closer to sit in his lap and bring your lips just inches away from his.

“Can i…” you kiss him once,“Please…” twice, “suck your dick?”

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” He kisses you in between each word, just as you did to him before you start to kiss and lick your way down his body again.

You undo his “belt” along with his pants, eyes widening when you finally see what lies underneath those oversized pants he always wears. Once, about a week ago, you’d been on your way to the bathroom, and as you were walking down the stairs, you saw Elliot. Not walking to class, of course, but sitting down on one side of the stairs. He was wearing great sweatpants, and with you guys’ recent flirting it had only encouraged your need to look. And damn if it wasn’t a sight to fucking see.

All that to say, you’d already figured Elliot was at least average. But seeing him now, hard and throbbing and sitting up just so he can watch you? It’s all way more that you had expected. But you’re inebriated and determined to wipe that dumb ass smile off his face, so the size isn’t stopping too much. Elliot sees your reaction, letting out a low, short laugh.

“What’s so fucking funny?” You ask, already over his shit again.

He’s still smiling just as cockily as he can when he speaks. “You” he says, licking his lips. Now that you’re looking at them closely, you can see he’s now wearing your lipgloss on his face and neck from kissing you.

“Isn’t that a little funny? You were just gettin’ on my ass about staring like 10 minutes ago.“ You’re beyond done with hearing him talk this much shit, so as he goes on about you being a hypocrite, you’re shimmying his pants further down.

“Now look at you. princess, you’re basically drooling.” The tone he’s taking with you is incredibly mocking, so you roll your eyes and sigh at him.

“You talk too fucking much.” You pull down his briefs just enough to free his dick. You position yourself so you’re on your knees with your back arched to give him something pretty to stare at no matter what part of you he’s looking at. Might at well go all out. you take it in your hand, spitting on the tip and using it to create less friction.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” His word hardly have a chance to leave his lips before his dick is in your mouth. You slowly work your way down, not all the way of course. You could never fit all of him in your mouth. You can feel him at the very back of your throat, and it’s not even all the way in.

“Shit,” You hear the semi-blonde groan quietly above you when you gag after trying (and failing) to go further down. He laces his fingers in your hair, tugging a little bit to get your attention. You pull back a little bit so you can look up him. God, why did you have to look up at him? Your lips were shiny with spit, still wrapped around the head of his dick in a way that made him weak like he’d never imagined. You looked up at him, eyes big as you wait for him to talk.

“Is it okay if i move your head myself?” Without taking your mouth off of him, you nod. “If you need to stop just tap my leg, okay?” You nod again before he starts pushing your head further and further down his dick.

He starts off slow, almost romantic. Then he decided to pick up the pace a bit. Not super fast, but it’s definitely not slow. Your body was begging begging you to touch it. So much so, that you move only your hands down to rub your aching clit over your underwear.

And of course, even when you’re literally letting him bruise the back of your throat, Elliot manages to continue talking his shit.

“Are you touching yourself?” He laughs. Laughs. You nod, his dick still in your mouth. You start moving your fingers to rub yourself faster, needing more to satiate your desire to be touched.

“Oh, you love this shit, don’t you?” Elliot shudders when he talks, and his fingers tighten in your hair a little more. Then you realize, he’s been trying not to cum. You smile around him, almost letting out a laugh before he’s at the back of your throat, cutting the sound off before you realize.

“That’s it, you look so pretty like that, ma. Suckin’ it like you can’t get enough.” You use your free hand, the one not between your legs to stroke the rest of his length that you can’t quite get into your mouth. Elliot pushes it a little further down your throat, making you gag before he pulls you off of him completely.

“Fuck.” He breathes out and you giggle at how worn out he already is.

“Your turn.” He breaks the momentary silence with his words, already moving to touch you again.

Now his lips are on yours again, your tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Elliot stands, his lips only leaving yours for a few seconds as he discards the rest of his clothes before he moves to kiss you again. You turn to sit on the edge of the bed so you’re not twisting your neck to kiss him. He gently guides you to lay down as moves backwards with you until your body is laid flatly on the bed with your legs hanging off the side of the bed. Elliot kisses your neck, making you coo when he bites down a little.

“Can i take this off you?” He tugs at the hem of your tank top and you nod, not trusting yourself with words at the moment.

“Nah,” he shakes his head when he finally removes his lips from your neck.

His eyes are locked on yours like you’re the prettiest girl in the world, and be damned if he ever let you hear this, but to him, you really were. You had so many sides to you, and he wanted to know you in every way you’d let him.

“You need to talk to me, princess. I need a ‘yes’ or i won’t do it.”

You roll your eyes, trying your best to play off how nervous you were. “Yes.” You huff, and that’s all he needs to hear before he’s pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it somewhere in your room.

He pauses as he finally gets a look at your bare skin, your nipples hardening even more than before at the cold air of the room. He licks, sucks, and nips at the soft, sensitive skin, soaking up every single hushed sound that slipped from between your lips against your will.

His mouth trails down your body, not without noticing how you tense up as he gets closer to where he so badly wants to taste you.

He kisses you on your lower stomach, the spot right above your panties. He looks up and asks again if he can remove them, and once more you give him permission to do so, your voice shaking.

“Wait.” You say before you realize, just as be starts to tug your underwear off your hips and down your legs. You try your damnedest to get the words out without sounding like a virgin about this, “i have shaved recently, sorry.” You mumble apparently too much of a pussy to say it with your chest.

You even said sorry. Sorry for fucking what? You don’t even know. There’s only a little bit of hair down there anyways. it’s not like your letting it grow out 70s style, you just hadn’t shaved in like two weeks. You didn’t know what your problem was around Elliot, but whenever you were around him, your body felt like how it did whenever you took too much adderall, but minus the nausea. Your felt nervous. You felt ice cold, goosebumps prickling at your skin like there wasn’t a warm body pressed up against yours at this very moment.

“And?” Elliot says, looking up at you like you just said the dumbest shit ever. You sit up, looking right down at him. He gets on his knees, his fingers still hooked in the waistband on your underwear. “You think i give a fuck?” He says with a raised brow.

“I just…” holy shit, why can’t you get the words out? You take a deep breath, and on the exhale, Elliot places a kiss other your clothed cunt, catching you off gaurd and in tone, making you gasp at the sensation.

“I f you don’t wanna go any further than this, you don’t have to.” The look he gives you is one you’ve never seen in his face. Concern. “I won’t force you.”

“No, i do. It’s just that it’s been a minute since i last…y’know. So I’m nervous. Plus my high is wearing off.” Elliot glances back at the forgotten blunt in the ashtray, then back at you.

“Is that your way of telling me you wanna stop so we can smoke?” You tilt your head in question, your brow furrowed.

“Not we. You. And we don’t have to stop.” He looks up at you with a smirk, flashing you those pretty white teeth of his. He reaches behind him for the ashtray, setting it beside you. He lights it himself, taking a small hit before holding it up to your mouth. You decide to just say fuck it, why not? You take it out of his hands and fill your lungs with the smoke before blowing it out. You turn it to Elliot, who’s once again gawking at you. You do the same to him as he did you, holding it to his mouth for him to take a hit, but you don’t let him take it back. This whole thing feels new to you as you watch Elliot move below you while you take another hit. He pulls your underwear off finally, groaning at the sight of you.

“You’re just pretty everywhere, aren’t you?” He kisses your pussy before slowly licking your clit, almost like he’s testing the waters. He continues, his movements slow but desperate. Cautious, but hungry. Like he’s just barely holding back. You moan quietly as to not let your friends in the living room know what you’re up to, but god you wish you could be loud. His mouth felt like heaven, licking and sucking on your clit like it was the only thing that’s ever mattered to him.

“Fuck, don’t stop. Oh my god, please.” You babble above him, unable to think right with your slowly approaching orgasm. Elliot slowly pushes his index and middle fingers inside of you, watching your face to find that spot. When you jolt, your breathing uneven and your eyes half open, he knows he found it. He pulls his mouth off of you for a second, only to speak.

“Don’t worry,princess, i won’t. Just relax, i got you.” You melt into him at his words, your body feeling fuzzy again with the familiar feeling of being high as you finally start to not feel as nervous as before you continue smoking, watching him slowly tear you apart with his fingers and tongue. You finish up the blunt, leaving the roach forgotten in the ashtray while he eats you like there’s nothing in the world that tastes as good as you.

Your orgasm comes hard. You shake, you whine, you cover your mouth to muffle the whimpers that leave your lips louder than intended. All the while, Elliot hasn’t stopped for a second. Your hand finds his hair, tugging on it harder than you mean to, but with the noise Elliot made when you did, you don’t think he minded all that much. After your orgasm passes, he’s still glued to you as if you’re his lifeline. You have to push him off and back further onto the bed at the same time for him to detatch himself from you.

“God damn, you don’t know when to quit.” You say in between catching your breath.

“Not with you.” He says, more to himself than to you. He gets back into bed with you, putting the ashtray back on your nightstand so he can lay you down comfortably on the pillows.

“How you feelin, mama?” He looks at you, his eyes low and red and never leaving your body or face a single time.

“Good. I’d be better if you fucked me, though.” You smile up at him and he raises his eyebrows, but expecting that answer from you.

“I was waiting for you to ask.” He smiles and the two of you share a short, quiet laugh. He puts your legs on his shoulders, kissing both your ankles before he lines himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself in. He loves the way you feel, warm, wet and squeezing him so tight that he knows pulling out is going to beinpossible. But he stays still for a moment, not sure if you want him to move yet.

“Elliot,” you moan as he slowly fills you up, “please, please fuck me.” And it’s like you said the magic words to get anything you ever wanted. He starts slow, but he certainly doesn’t stay that way for long. Soon, he’s plowing into you like the world’s ending tomorrow. You can’t do anything but moan and try to stay quiet as he fucks you like he hates you. He’d been at it for a while now, and you’d already came 2 more times. He has your legs pushed back to your chest, holding them in place.

“Fuck,” you moan, your tone hushed and your voice gravely from whisper-screaming.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck.” Elliot whispers in your ear. “Where do you want it, mama?”

“Pull out.” You mutter, almost unable to speak at this point. He does as you say, finishing on your tummy with a strangled, barely contained moan. He rolls over and lays on your side, grabbing a few tissues from your bedside table to clean you off. The two of you just lay there together for a bit, not saying anything. Of course Elliot’s big-mouthed ass is the one to break the silence, just as you’re drifting off to sleep.

“We should totally do this again.” He smirks, only half-kidding. You lay your head on his chest, nodding in agreement before the two of you go to sleep.

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Btw: I’m sorry this is like two weeks late i was so behind on schoolwork it’s not even funny 😭 anyways i hope yall enjoyed!!

#elliot euphoria #elliot euphoria smut #elliot euphoria x reader #elliot x reader #euphoria fan fiction #euphoria #x reader smut #abbi felt like writing today

i-liketoast

me stalking the x reader tag of my favourite characters because I refuse to use c.ai

to avoid writing something nobodies gonna read, allow me to share this concept with you and tell me if you guys would read it:

relationship(s): dealer!elliot x fem!reader maddy perez/lexi howard/ reader friendship

synopsis: you’re in need of a new plug ever since fez went missing, and fate brings you elliot. the guy who seemed to keep to himself and hardly bothered to attend class half the time. at first, he just sees you as a stuck up faker, and you see him as a junkie burnout. but what happens when the two of you get to know eachother more?

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warnings: drug use (weed and mention of unprescribed adderall like a handful of times), underage drinking, cigarettes (reader and elliot smoke) protected sex+pulling out first couple of times they get active(reader gets put on on birth control eventually), semi-toxic situationship, overall just messy teenaged bullshit

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when reading smut and y/n says “daddy”

m4n-e4ter

one time thing

tristan dugray x rory gilmore

warnings: none

(updated chapters means potential updates in the warnings as well)

takes place the episode after Rory and dean break up. Her and tristin kiss, but maybe just a little more than that. Everything before this happens is canon, everything after is canon-adjacent but from my own mind

(constructive) criticism is welcome !!

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Rory went to this party with full intentions to forget about Dean. She went to go have fun with Lane and not think about how heartbroken she was. Not to her surprise, the music was lame, the people were snotty and she was sure the punch was spiked. Not wanting to risk a roofie, she asked Paris to grab her a soda.

When Lane and Rory were mid conversation with Paris, a guy comes up to them and asks Lane to dance. Just one dance. And off she goes, making Rory promise to pull her out of the situation with any sickness that would make sure that they would both have to go home for.

Half an hour later, the two are still dancing. Rory smiles to herself, happy that Lane not only found someone she likes, but also someone that Mrs. Kim would approve of. After checking in quickly to make sure Lane was having a good time, she makes her way back to Paris, who asks her the time and soon after she quite literally scurries to the door.

‘Jeez. She couldn’t get out of here quicker’ Rory thinks to herself.

Standing there for a second, thinking about what she should do with herself now that she’s alone, she finishes her soda and discards it on a nearby table. Finding a corner with little people to judge, she pulls her book from her purse and begins to read.

“What the hell were you doing in the bathroom with Austin?” A sudden change in tone from the loud, gleeful tone of everyone else around pulls Rory’s attention from the pages she found herself captivated in.

She brings her eyes up from her book to see Tristin. Nothing short of fuming, his jaw tightening at the words from the girl he’s arguing with. She can’t quite hear the girls words even though she’s shamelessly eavesdropping at this point. It’s not like she’s doing it on purpose. The conversation the two of them were having isn’t exactly the quiet type.

“Summer. You’re my girlfriend.”

“Oh so you’re a caveman now?”

A few quiet words are exchanged between the two of them before both of them go in opposite directions.

About ten or fifteen minutes later, Rory feels both restless and curios. She decides that she wants to explore the house a little bit more. The sound of god-awful piano playing catches her ear and she follows the sound, leading her to something she wouldn’t have expected. Or rather, someone.

Tristin.

Usually, she’d avoid him at all costs. It’s clear that he wants nothing to do with her, so why would she act any other way? Rory asks herself that same question just as she starts to open up her big fat mouth and speak.

“I’m sorry”

“Huh?”

“About summer. It sucks”

“No shit.”

Oh wow. She’d never heard him swear before. He must be pretty upset. and judging by the grimace he makes when he takes a sip of his drink, she confirms that the punch is in fact spiked.

“Wanna talk about it?” She asks in hopes to lighten the mood even slightly.

“Not really.” He mutters, pressing his hands to the keys again. She sound makes Rory cringe and grind her teeth.

“How’d you do on that biology test? It was pretty heard wasn’t it?”

She takes a few steps closer to the piano he’s sitting at.

What is she doing?

He lets out a wry laugh at her poor attempts to change the subject, but he still entertains it.

“Yeah. It was pretty hard”

“I got a B plus” she shrugs and sits herself next to him on the piano bench.

“Good for you.” Several moments of awkward silence. “Where’s your boyfriend? I’m sure he’s looking for you right now.” Being this close to him, she can smell not only the alcohol on his breath, but his cologne too.

“Um…” she takes a long pause. “He’s not my boyfriend anymore.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry”

“It’s fine”

“When did it happen?” He asks, seeming to almost actually care about her answer. Tristin turns to her, finally meeting her eyes for the first time all night.

“Last night”

“Damn. Well, if it makes you feel any better I don’t think me and summer are together anymore. We can both be single and bitter together.” He chuckles and Rory catches herself laughing along with him.

“Are you guys gonna..get back together or whatever?” And there’s that dry dismissiveness that she knows so well.

“He made his decision pretty clear. What about you and summer?”

“Same here.” He takes another sit from his drink, finishing it and sitting the empty cup back on top of the piano.

“I didn’t know you drink.” She breaks the silence with a question. A dumb one at that.

“I don’t.” And that answer tells her everything she needs to know. He’s more heartbroken than he’s willing to let himself admit.

“Why are you here?” He looks at her. Really looks at her. His baby blues burning into her eyes. It’s like he’s trying to look into her soul.

“I didn’t want to be sad about dean, so u thought it’d be a good idea to come to a party with my friend, Lane. She’s out there dancing with a guy so I-“

“No. I meant why are you here. With me.”

“I heard the piano and thought someone was having a stroke or something and fell on it.”

“That bad?” He laughs a little. An actual laugh for the first time in forever.

“Oh, you’re awful.” She giggles.

“So, you’ve just been wandering around since your friend went off with that guy?”

“Well, no. I was reading when u heard you and summer arguing and-“

“You were reading? At a party?”

“Yes.” She blinks at him, confused.

“You found a book, sat down, and read it?”

“No. I brought my book with me”

“You’re…odd”

“Gee, thanks”

“Why’d you and dean break up?”

“Long story, trust me you don’t wanna know”

“Oh god. What’d he do?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Nothing. He broke up with me.”

Rory looks down at her shoes, not wanting to relive her very first heartbreak.

“He’s a fuckin’ idiot. I never really liked him.”

Her eyes go wide at his sudden kindness. Or, what would be seen as kindness in his own odd little way.

“You never really liked me all that much either.”

“What makes you think that?”

He tilts his head in what could’ve been mistaken as genuine curiosity.

“I could’ve sworn you hated me.”

“Rory.”

The way he says her name makes her face heat up in a way she didn’t know was possible. A way that dean never did. A way that makes her feel an entirely new way.

“I don’t hate you. You’re smart, pretty, you’re funny. You’re a little weird, but in a good way.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

“ I do have eyes. Who wouldn’t?”

“Oh…”

“What?” His entire demeanor changes to something apologetic. “I’m sorry, that was inappropriate of me”

“No, it’s okay.” She’s says in a low voice. A voice she’s never heard herself use before. “You’re not too bad looking yourself”

He doesn’t say anything. He just…looks at her. His eyes her low and a little bloodshot from the liquor. Before she knows what’s fully happening, he kisses her.

He kisses her.

And she doesn’t pull away.

He kisses her, and she kisses him back. She can taste the alcohol on his tongue, and it makes her head a little foggy. Her thoughts are completely scrambled. She doesn’t know what she’s doing, but she can’t stop either.

“Rory.” He groans, pulling her closer. She can tell he wants to do more than kiss her, but he keeps his hands off of her out of respect for her boundaries. But as soon as she put her arms over his around his neck, his hands are on her upper waist just as fast.

Without her realizing, she’s in his lap now, and the kiss is deeper. Hungry. Like he’s been wanting this for a long, long time. He bites her little a little bit and it pulls a noise out of her that he just might do anything to hear it again.

He stands up, picking her up like she weights nothing and setting her down on the piano. He starts to move his hand from her knee to the hem of her dress and she shudders at the feeling, but she doesn’t stop him.

She doesn’t want him to stop.

Suddenly, he pulls away. He lets out a desperate sound at the sight before him. The look in her eyes, her flushed face and unsteady breathing makes him wish he never took his mouth off of hers.

He shouldn’t be doing this. Not here. Not now. And most certainly not with her. She’s so good. So sweet, so cute so fucking nice. He just wants to see how far he can take this. What she would look like sprawled out over the piano. Bare and begging for him. He twitches at the thought and the parting of her lips lets him know that she felt it.

Shit.

Her mind is in the same place. And she doesn’t know why. She’s looking at him with her big doe eyes and she’s loving what she sees. His pupils are so big she can hardly see the color in them anymore. His breathing is heavy and she can almost hear what he’s thinking. God, she wants him to-

“Rory!?”

Lane. She’s looking for Rory.

She quickly fixes her skirt, and with his help she hops down from the piano.

“Sorry.” She mutters as she looks around to find her purse.

“It’s fine.”

“This- this wasn’t- it was just..”

“A one time thing?” He gives her a lazy smirk that makes her want to kiss him again.

She turns his direction, intending to respond, only to see him holding the strap of her bag, dangling it like a carrot for a bunny rabbit.

Huh, Rory the bunny. That has a nice ring to it, he thinks. She quickly grabs her purse and heads towards the door without so much as a goodbye.

And there tristin is once more. Alone. But he’s happier now. It could be the buzz he got from the punch. It could be the sudden rash behavior that’s uncommon in Rory. He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t care. All he knows for sure is that he wants her. Bad. Worse than he did before.

Lane gives Rory an odd look. Under pressure, Rory blurts out. “What?”

“You look weird.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have that look on your face” Lane squints, pushing her glasses up.

“What look?” Rory doesn’t realize how guilty she sounds until the words leave her mouth, too late to take them back.

“That look that says you were just doing something you had no business doing. Like you got caught”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Rory shrugs and makes her way to the door as fast as she can and Lane is already asking her a world of questions.

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one time thing

tristan dugray x rory gilmore

warnings: none

(updated chapters means potential updates in the warnings as well)

(constructive) criticism is welcome !!

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‘Jeez. She couldn’t get out of here quicker’ Rory thinks to herself.

“Summer. You’re my girlfriend.”

“Oh so you’re a caveman now?”

A few quiet words are exchanged between the two of them before both of them go in opposite directions.

Tristin.

“I’m sorry”

“Huh?”

“About summer. It sucks”

“No shit.”

Oh wow. She’d never heard him swear before. He must be pretty upset. and judging by the grimace he makes when he takes a sip of his drink, she confirms that the punch is in fact spiked.

“Wanna talk about it?” She asks in hopes to lighten the mood even slightly.

“Not really.” He mutters, pressing his hands to the keys again. She sound makes Rory cringe and grind her teeth.

“How’d you do on that biology test? It was pretty heard wasn’t it?”

She takes a few steps closer to the piano he’s sitting at.

What is she doing?

He lets out a wry laugh at her poor attempts to change the subject, but he still entertains it.

“Yeah. It was pretty hard”

“I got a B plus” she shrugs and sits herself next to him on the piano bench.

“Um…” she takes a long pause. “He’s not my boyfriend anymore.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry”

“It’s fine”

“When did it happen?” He asks, seeming to almost actually care about her answer. Tristin turns to her, finally meeting her eyes for the first time all night.

“Last night”

“Are you guys gonna..get back together or whatever?” And there’s that dry dismissiveness that she knows so well.

“He made his decision pretty clear. What about you and summer?”

“Same here.” He takes another sit from his drink, finishing it and sitting the empty cup back on top of the piano.

“I didn’t know you drink.” She breaks the silence with a question. A dumb one at that.

“I don’t.” And that answer tells her everything she needs to know. He’s more heartbroken than he’s willing to let himself admit.

“Why are you here?” He looks at her. Really looks at her. His baby blues burning into her eyes. It’s like he’s trying to look into her soul.

“I didn’t want to be sad about dean, so u thought it’d be a good idea to come to a party with my friend, Lane. She’s out there dancing with a guy so I-“

“No. I meant why are you here. With me.”

“I heard the piano and thought someone was having a stroke or something and fell on it.”

“That bad?” He laughs a little. An actual laugh for the first time in forever.

“Oh, you’re awful.” She giggles.

“So, you’ve just been wandering around since your friend went off with that guy?”

“Well, no. I was reading when u heard you and summer arguing and-“

“You were reading? At a party?”

“Yes.” She blinks at him, confused.

“You found a book, sat down, and read it?”

“No. I brought my book with me”

“You’re…odd”

“Gee, thanks”

“Why’d you and dean break up?”

“Long story, trust me you don’t wanna know”

“Oh god. What’d he do?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Nothing. He broke up with me.”

Rory looks down at her shoes, not wanting to relive her very first heartbreak.

“He’s a fuckin’ idiot. I never really liked him.”

Her eyes go wide at his sudden kindness. Or, what would be seen as kindness in his own odd little way.

“You never really liked me all that much either.”

“What makes you think that?”

He tilts his head in what could’ve been mistaken as genuine curiosity.

“I could’ve sworn you hated me.”

“Rory.”

The way he says her name makes her face heat up in a way she didn’t know was possible. A way that dean never did. A way that makes her feel an entirely new way.

“I don’t hate you. You’re smart, pretty, you’re funny. You’re a little weird, but in a good way.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

“ I do have eyes. Who wouldn’t?”

“Oh…”

“What?” His entire demeanor changes to something apologetic. “I’m sorry, that was inappropriate of me”

“No, it’s okay.” She’s says in a low voice. A voice she’s never heard herself use before. “You’re not too bad looking yourself”

He doesn’t say anything. He just…looks at her. His eyes her low and a little bloodshot from the liquor. Before she knows what’s fully happening, he kisses her.

He kisses her.

And she doesn’t pull away.

She doesn’t want him to stop.

Suddenly, he pulls away. He lets out a desperate sound at the sight before him. The look in her eyes, her flushed face and unsteady breathing makes him wish he never took his mouth off of hers.

Shit.

“Rory!?”

Lane. She’s looking for Rory.

She quickly fixes her skirt, and with his help she hops down from the piano.

“Sorry.” She mutters as she looks around to find her purse.

“It’s fine.”

“This- this wasn’t- it was just..”

“A one time thing?” He gives her a lazy smirk that makes her want to kiss him again.

She turns his direction, intending to respond, only to see him holding the strap of her bag, dangling it like a carrot for a bunny rabbit.

Huh, Rory the bunny. That has a nice ring to it, he thinks. She quickly grabs her purse and heads towards the door without so much as a goodbye.

Lane gives Rory an odd look. Under pressure, Rory blurts out. “What?”

“You look weird.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have that look on your face” Lane squints, pushing her glasses up.

“What look?” Rory doesn’t realize how guilty she sounds until the words leave her mouth, too late to take them back.

“That look that says you were just doing something you had no business doing. Like you got caught”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Rory shrugs and makes her way to the door as fast as she can and Lane is already asking her a world of questions.

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