Not another rich girl | Ander Muñoz x reader
A/N: I’m actually motivated to write 2 imagines back to back? Who the fuck am I? Anyways, I know that this request included smut but I tried and it was just super cringe to me so I had to scratch that, but I hope that this imagine is still good! Oh and this is a long one bitches, so happy reading!
Request: hi! i love your writing! could u possibly write something smut with ander (being straight) ? like he goes out one night just to find a girl to have sex with, and the meets the reader and have sex with her and on the next day he finds out she’s the new girl frim his school. and the like fall in love and something like that
Warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol, swearing
Clutching both you and your friend’s drinks in both hands while also trying to keep your favourite clutch from falling onto the floor was not as easy as you thought it would be, not to mention with the crowds of people around you dancing and sucking each other’s faces off.
You gasp when someone bumps into you causing you to stumble, but before you could face plant in the middle of the dance floor, you feel a pair of hands catch you.
“Holy fuck!”
You hear a low voice chuckle, “I just saved your life.”
“Yeah thanks, I think my friend would have killed me if I showed up without their drink.”
You hear him chuckle once again and it literally sounds like music to your ears.
The two of you stand there for a moment in the middle of the dance floor, looking at one another before he awkwardly sticks his hand out for you to shake,
“Ander.”
you smile, before awkwardly motioning to the drinks still in your hands, “I would shake your hand but mine seem to be a bit full.”
You giggle as his cheeks redden at the realization.
“Here,” you take one of the drinks in your hands and place it in his outstretched one, “now, I can shake your hand.”
He smirks and shakes his head, almost in disbelief, but still shakes your hand,
“Beautiful and smart, I like that.”
“Hot and cocky, not sure if I like that.” you smirk,
“Would it change if I help you carry these drinks so your friend won’t kill you?”
You pretend to seriously think about the option even though you both knew that there was no way you would turn down his offer, “I’d reconsider it.”
Ander sarcastically rolls his eyes and lets you lead him through the crowded dance floor to a small table in the corner of the room where another girl impatiently sits, with her phone in her hands.
“Y/N c’mon that took you li-” You roll your eyes knowing what’s about to happen,
“Oh sorry, I didn’t realize that Y/N would bring something else back besides our drinks.”
You scoff and give Ander an apologetic look, “Y/F/N, chillax, he saved me from falling on my ass and helped me bring the drinks back.”
You practically forced the drink into their hands to stop them from saying anything else before turning to Ander once again, “Sorry, they’re a little drunk.”
He gives a sheepish smile, “Nah, don’t worry about it, I’m sure my friends wouldn’t have been much better if I showed up with you carrying our drinks to our table, too.”
Your eyes widened at the revelation, “Holy shit you’re here with people? Sorry, they must be worried about where you are!”
Ander gives another chuckle that makes your heart flutter, “Nah don’t worry about it, we come here often enough for me to know that they’re probably sucking each other’s faces off by now.”
Your face scrunches up into a face of pure disgust making Ander chuckle once again, “Only single one in the group?”
“Is that your way of asking me if I’m single?”
“Don’t flatter yourself pretty boy.”
“So you think I’m pretty?”
“I think you’re a boy.”
“Can you two find a bathroom to hook up in, already? The sexual tension between you two is killing me.”
The two of you turn to look at your friend, now with an empty glass in their hand, cheeks tinted red, drunkenly laughing at your facial expressions,
You’re about to give them another rhetorical response when they abruptly stand and walk past you, muttering about getting another drink.
“Well...they’re...”
“A bitch when drunk? Yes, yes they are.”
The two of you sit down at the now empty table, and the both of you fall into a comfortable silence as you look around the club, watching various drunk teens stumble around.
You’re entertained watching a group of teens around your age on the balcony, drunkenly laughing and grinding on one another when Ander drags you out of your thoughts,
“And that, is why I’m here with you.”
“What?”
“Those drunken bastards back there,” Ander points back to the group of friends that you were watching, “Are my friends.”
You burst out laughing much to Ander’s amusement,
“Sorry, it’s just that...they seem to be on a whole other level of drunk compared to everyone else in here.” You lift your arm, motioning to the others in the club to prove your point,
“No, I get it, like, don’t get me wrong, I’m down for getting drunk, but...”
“You don’t want to be grinding and making out with all of them.”
“That, and I’m the only single one in the group.”
“Ha! I knew it!”
“Yeah, yeah, doesn’t really help that they’re all dating each other too.”
Your faces scrunches up again, making Ander burst out laughing,
“C’mon then pretty boy, let’s go take shots to take your mind off of your horny friends.” You stand up and take his hand, dragging him out of his seat,
“You must really like my looks, don’t you?”
“Because of that, you’re paying.”
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After an hour of shots and bottles of champagne (you didn’t bother questioning Ander’s strange mix of alcohol), you and Ander were left laughing and stumbling through the streets after sending your friend home in a taxi.
Ander led you through streets and alleyways until the two of you were standing at a lookout point, at the edge of town,
The two of you stand there for a moment in silence, hand in hand, looking at the view, until you break the silence,
“If we spent this whole night flirting just for you to kill me, I’ll be super pissed.”
Ander chuckles for what feels like the hundredth time that night, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter,
“How would you even be pissed at me if you’re dead?”
“I have my ways.”
Another comfortable silence engulfed the two of you before you broke it once again,
“I wish this moment lasted forever.”
“Well it would if you could keep quiet for more than 30 seconds.”
You pout causing a wide smile to spread on Ander’s face while he pinches your cheeks.
“Anyways, tell me why you want this moment to last forever.”
You sigh, turning away from the boy to face the beautiful view,
“My dad just got a huge promotion and apparently I’m not good enough for a regular public school now, so he’s sending me to some fancy, rich kid school.”
Ander smiled, wrapping his arm around you,
“C’mon it probably won’t be that bad.”
“There’ll probably be a lot of people acting like your friends, there.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“You tell me.”
“Touché.”
Maybe it’s the alcohol still coursing throughout both of your veins, or the butterflies still fluttering in your stomach but the next thing you know, Ander’s lips are on yours, your hands are on his face, tracing his jawline and his hands are drawing circles on your hips.
The two of you move in sync, hands travelling down the others’ body, trying to get as much as you could of the other before either of you could change your minds.
Ander slowly pulls back, letting you both catch your breath before silently leading you down a set of stairs to an abandoned couch.
“This totally isn’t sketchy at all.”
Ander turns to you, eyes sparkling, “Do you trust me?”
You smile and close the gap between the two of you once again, letting your lips connect, “Of course I do.”
“Good.”
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You wake up to the sound of birds chirping and a bright light shining on your face, at first you just groaned and rolled over but when you bumped into a hard chest, your eyes widened in realization and you had to cover your mouth quickly to stop yourself from screaming.
You sit up and quickly scramble for your phone, sighing in relief when you find it on the ground with your abandoned clutch and heels. Turning it on, you gasp when you see the time, 5:00 am.
You had exactly 3 hours to find a cab, explain to your parents why you were still in your dress from the night before, sit through their boring lecture about being responsible, change into your new uniform, and run out the door.
You sigh and pick up your shoes, making sure you had all of your things before a new realization dawned on you...Ander.
Sweet, charming, Ander, who was still sleeping peacefully on the couch, oblivious to your leaving.
You walk over to him, running a hand through your hair before giving him a gentle kiss on his forehead.
May we meet again, sweet Ander.
Giving the sleeping boy one last look, you turn around, and walk away.
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Ander grumbled as he walked into the full classroom.
“Did someone not get enough sleep last night?”
Ander shot a smiling Guzmán a glare before sitting down at his usual table.
“I saw you with that hot girl last night.” Guzmán sang once again, wiggling his eyebrows.
Ander let out a groan, trying to ignore Guzmán’s childish gaze.
“I mean, where did you even go? Your mom called and I had to tell her that you were sleeping at my house.”
“Drop it Guzmán.”
Guzmán‘s smile dropped as he scooted closer towards his best friend, a concerned look adorning his face upon noticing the anger and sadness laced in Ander’s voice,
“Ander, I know you’re not okay, what the fuck happened?”
“She fucking left me, okay? She left this morning without a word.”
“Ander...”
“I’m fine Guzmán, seriously it happens, I just- I thought that she was different.”
Before the boy could respond, the two hear the voice of Ander’s mom interrupt their conversation,
“Attention all of you, we have a new student today and I hope that you all give her a warm welcome.”
Ander groans, “Jesus Christ, not another rich girl.”
But his heart stops when a familiar pair of eyes are looking back at him, from the front of the room.
“Now everyone, this is Y/N L/N, would you please have a seat next to Ander, over there?”
He watches in shock as you give a slight nod and smile to his mother and slowly make your way towards him.
“Hi...” you awkwardly mutter as you sit down in the empty chair beside him.
His jaw clenches but he doesn’t say a word, instead trying to ignore your pleading look and Guzmán’s confused one.
But after about 15 minutes of silence, he couldn’t take it anymore,
“Why did you leave without saying goodbye?” he whispers, so only you could hear,
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you gulp and hesitantly turn towards him,
“I didn’t know what to say...hey I got to go home and get ready for my first day at the best school in the fucking country that apparently you go to, too?”
Ander couldn’t hold back the chuckle that escaped him and gently nudged your shoulder with his,
“Hey, now you can go to the club with the horny bastards and I.”
He laughed as you made the scrunched up face of disgust that made his heart beat ten times faster.
“Jesus Christ, do I have to?”
