going under | ilya feddy x reader
Pairing: Ilya Feddy x Reader
Warnings: underage drinking, mild violence
Summary: you have always found ilya to be quite on the annoying side, but one night changes everything when he convinces you to sneak out of a party with him.
A/N: I'm back, sorry it's been so long. Also this doesn't have a read more cut like usual because I wrote this on mobile and I have no idea how to add one on here yet. I broke my laptop so that definitely added to the delay a bit too. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
It's late at night and you're in some strangers swimming pool, the only light is that of the moon illuminating the water surrounding you. The way it hits ilya's features does something to you, though. It makes your skin itch in a way that it hasn't before.
You had no idea how you had ended up getting manipulated into jumping into someone else's pool with your frenemy, ilya. The only time you had ever had to put up with him before was because this was high school and you saw him in the halls - not to mention your best friend was Natalie, and she was friends with him. It wasn't necessarily hard to be civil with him...most of the time. But there would be times where he would get on your last nerve and it would take everything in you not to slap him.
You had never seen him in this light before but, god, you almost never wanted to leave.
You had been dragged to a party earlier this evening, Natalie wanting to go but not wanting to go alone. She had convinced you, saying that she needed her best friend. You were always pretty easily persuaded when it came to your best friend and her puppy dog eyes. And so you said okay.
The party was pretty laid back at first. This was your favorite time during parties - when there wasn't a bunch of people, but you could feel a storm coming. Where you were on your first full red solo cup, but it was just the beginning. When there weren't very many girls crying and there wasn't a line leading to the bathroom, the music was as loud as ever but you still felt as if you didn't have to yell to speak.
You took a sip of your beer and winced in disgust. You were usually a classier gal, drinking vodka or whiskey. Beer was definitely at the bottom of the list of beverages you liked putting into your system, but it got the job done.
Natalie was all bright smiles, somehow already on her second cup of beer and counting. "I love this song." She announced just loud enough for you to hear the shakiness in her tone all of the sudden.
You quirked a brow at her and she chugged the rest of the liquid in her cup before speaking again. "Ilya is going to be here soon."
You couldn't help but roll your eyes, he was his most annoying while intoxicated. Last time he partied with you, you ended up having to break up a fight. "Please, try to be nice to him. He really is cool once you look past the annoyingness..." she hugged into your side and you shrugged.
"Fine but I am NOT going to be breaking up any fights tonight because of that boy."
Natalie laughed and nodded, "Understandable."
The song changed just as you watched him and David dobrik walk through the door, smirks plastered across their faces. David was a little bit more bearable, although he was a complete dork.
"Ladies." Ilya spoke in a mocking tone before resting his arm on David's shoulder. Was he already drunk, you wondered.
You forced a smile and nodded their way, "Acquaintances." You hoped to copy his mocking tone. You grimaced underneath your fake smile, knowing that you were going to have to put up with his annoying was for the rest of the night. You looked back over at Natalie who was holding a conversation with him and sighed, anything for her.
The night carried on pretty smoothly...for awhile. You even found the boys to be tolerable, even in their intoxicated states. Maybe it was the alcohol you had put into your own system but you didn't really care, at least you weren't rolling your eyes constantly.
You were dancing with some cute stranger before you knew it, running your hands through his hair, down his back. His hands had plans of their own, though. He moved his hands slowly down your entire body before grabbing your ass, causing you to hiss in unexpected pain. "What the fuck, dude?" You practically yelled, loud enough to catch mostly everyone's attention. The room fell silent except for the music that was suddenly pounding through your skull.
Before you knew it, ilya was walking up beside you. "Hey, watch where you put your hands." He growled, shoving his way through the rest of the crowd to get closer to the stranger.
The stranger just smirked, "What the fuck are you going to do about it if I don't?" His reply made you wince, you already knew that he had made a brave mistake with challenging ilya.
You could practically hear ilya's teeth gritting over the music, you looked over to see his fists clenching. "Ilya, no!" You grabbed his arm but it was no use, his other arm swung around and hit the stranger square in the jaw. You could have sworn you had heard a crack. The room filled with gasps as you jumped back in shock, watching as the boy fell to the ground with a loud thud. Your breath hitched in your throat, and your eyes immediately found their way back to ilya again. "Ilya, please don't. It's fine, I'm fine. It isn't that big of a deal." You slowly grabbed his arm again and he slowly looked up at you, almost like snapping out of a trance.
Your breath hitched again, but this time it was for a different reason. It dawned on you that the boy who you thought found you just as annoying as you found him, had just hit a guy because he had disrespected you. In that moment, it felt like everyone else was just gone. Your eyes stayed locked for a moment longer than they probably should have. Without giving it too much thought, your hand found his as your fingers intertwined. "Do you wanna leave?" He asked.
You knew he meant it in a pure, let's get out of this party kind of way. But you couldn't help at laugh at the way he worded it. It was his turn to roll his eyes, "I didn't mean it like-"
"I know." You interrupted. You finally looked around yourself again and was shocked to find the stranger gone. As if he knew he didn't stand a chance against ilya. You had no idea where Natalie was, and everyone else had seemed to have gone back to partying like nothing had happened. "What will David think if you just leave him here?"
Ilya just shrugged, tugging your hand a little bit. You looked down at where his hand still held yours. "He won't care."
"I can't just leave Natty like that, either, you know." You were suddenly snapping out of whatever drunken trance you had found yourself in not minutes before. You slowly released his hands but he just smirked. "You can text her." He spoke so confidently that you finally rolled your eyes for the first time in awhile.
"Come onn, I know a place we can go that isn't as loud as here."
You looked up at the ceiling where the speakers hung and acknowledged the fact that you were beginning to get a headache from the constant pounding. "Where?"
He smiled widely this time and grabbed your hand again, as if it was a thing the two of you did often. You had to resist the urge to jump back, with the shivers that the contact gave you. "Have you ever heard of being spontaneous? Do you want to do it now?"
He looked and sounded so annoyingly giddy and happy, you assumed that it was the alcohol. You couldn't remember a time where he seemed this happy. But for whatever reason, you couldn't say no to him. Not now. "Sure." You replied simply, a smile breaking through your words.
You had been walking for about five minutes down a very quiet and dark street when you finally decided to speak up again. "How much farther, exactly, is the place you're taking me to? Are you leading me to my death?"
He laughed at that and shook his head and peaked around another corner - He had been doing that a lot since you left, seemingly looking for something. Finally, a smile broke out across his face and you knew he had to have found whatever it was he was looking for. He took your hand without any notice and began to quietly run into a unknown yard. "Is this your house?" You whispered, already figuring it wasn't but hoping you were wrong.
He just looked over his shoulder at you and smirked before slowly leading you to an opened fence, revealing an inground pool. You tugged on his hand and stopped, "We can't just sneak into someone else's pool, I don't even have a swimsuit."
He laughed a breathy laugh and ran his hand through his hair, "We don't need swimsuits. It's dark out annnd by the look of it," he peaked around the corner and then back at you, "No one is home but us."
You couldn't believe you were doing this. But, nonetheless, you proceeded to double check your surroundings before slowly taking off your shirt and pants. You were the first one in the pool, making a giant splash as you jumped into the water. It was surprisingly warm and you slowly went under, coming back up just as he jumped right in beside you. You couldn't help but laugh at how free you felt by this small action, and with ilya of all people.
You turned around to be met with nothing. Your were immediately confused, searching for ilya who had seemed to have just disappeared. And then you felt something grab your leg, you couldn't hold back the tiny yell that escaped your lips from the shock. You didn't think twice before kicking his hand off of your leg as he came up laughing, his face was just inches away from yours. His breath and the way it felt on your skin didn't go unnoticed by you, and the little features of his face that you hadn't noticed before suddenly began to become more apparent. Suddenly it was like you were back at the party again, his eyes locked with yours. You felt him slowly began to get closer, and you panicked, suddenly splashing him harshly with water. He jumped back, his face like the one of betrayal before he busted out into laughter once again. You tried to laugh with him but suddenly your mind was focused on one thing, like that's all its drunken state could handle. You watched the way his chest moved happily with each laugh and couldn't help but move your hands to rest of the bare skin of his collarbone. You swam closer to him and finally felt a smile reappear on your lips, "I hate you." You felt like it was a suiting thing to say to him, even though you were beginning to feel it wasn't true. At least, not anymore. You slowly moved your hands to cup his cheeks before slowly moving in, brushing your lips lightly against his. He smirked against your lips, "I hate you more."
You slowly pulled back, your hands resting lazily against his neck before pulling him closer, his hands finding their way to the small of your back as you deepened the kiss. And as much as you hated to admit it, this felt right to you. The way his hands fit perfectly against your curves and the way your lips moved together in sync.
And maybe tomorrow when you were both sober, things would go back to the way things had been before. But right now you didn't care about any of that as his lips trailed down your neck, and to your shoulder. In a total stranger's pool.
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