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drowning in shallow water

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ jock! ben brown x shy! male reader

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ fluff, lots of sexual tension

. ✦⫘⫘⫘ˎˊ˗ ꒰ when asked during "spin the bottle", ben reveals that he wants to fuck you.

"guys! i'm good! i— i was just dropping off some of your cheerleaders—" the thumping bass and overlapping conversations curbed your protests. it wouldn't have mattered if the varsity team heard you anyway. their hands were dead set on bringing you to the middle of their party.

"relax, kiddo. it's just a game. stay a while, would you?" lucas bowden sat you the right side of the circle, made up of other jocks and their girls. in the middle, an empty dom pérignon laid horizontally. but your breath caught when you saw a blond man laughing at his friend on the couch, holding up a beer cup with practiced confidence. his blue eyes were sharp enough to slice through your own esteem.

you didn't even realize that he caught you staring, his an eyebrow cocked up. embarrassment widen your eyes before looking down on the persian rug, heat rushing through your veins. "that's ben brown. our striker. hot, isn't he?" lucas chuckled into your ear before smacking your back. someone in the room reached forward to spin the bottle, earning howls from the crowd that formed around the circle.

the first few victims were standard: someone revealed they made out with the history TA, one chugged one beer bottle in one go, and another gave the goalie a lapdance in front of everyone. it wasn't when the neck pointed to ben that the unsaid words on your tongue stuttered. "truth." he spoke with lazy mastery, taking one long sip from his cup that made your toes curl in your shoes.

"alright," some blonde cheerleader leaned forward. "how about you tell us why you asked the team to drag someone into this game?"

"yeah who do you want to fuck tonight brown?" another jock boomed out. the crowd erupted in collective laughter. lucas elbowed you in his joy, and you just tried to mirror him. something about that question didn't sink in with you just yet, but you knew it was there.

"you." everyone turned to ben, and your breathing completely stopped when his pointer and middle finger forming a gun was pointed in your direction. he probably pointed at lucas, he had to be, but lucas was also smirking in your direction. "not lucas. you, boy in the black sweater." ben jerked his fingers upward, eyes locked into yours.

the crowd's collective oohs was muffled to the edges by the bullets that hit your body all at once. shame and unease burnt the flesh of your skin, but a bittersweet arousal and honor emerged from all those feelings. you didn't even know who ben was personally, but apparently, he wanted to see you bent for his pleasure to take. you were so focused on your thoughts and pulling the hem of your sweater that you didn't even hear them call your name.

they met your surprised face with amused looks. you find the bottle pointed towards you, making you grip your legs. "new rule! you're not allowed to choose truth anymore!" someone yelled in the crowd.

"t—that's illegal!" you tried to protest, but everyone just cooed in your words. lucas pinches your cheeks like you just mispronounced your first words. just then, the party host hannah yells: "i dare you to kiss ben brown!"

a full decalescent wave revered your body. you shook your head, but the way you met ben's gaze told a different story. it was a lie if you said the thought of the taste of his narrow lips didn't fill you at the moment. would he move like a prayer, with grace and regard? or would he treat like a war where he'll bite and draw blood?

"jesus," ben made his way towards you in three big strides. your breath tangled into the threads of his lemony musk overwhelming your senses. there's an amused look in his electric gaze, a sly smirk playing on his face. "relax." he smashed his lips onto yours.

no sympathy was found in the movement of mouth, fully engulfing you in a distinct heat that you never felt in your entire life. your hands fisted his shirt- pushing him away, pulling him close- as your legs bucked into itself. ben held you up, groaning into the kiss and slipping his large tongue to explore the crevices of your mouth. he tasted like heaven and hell, life and death, sobriety and addiction all at once. and when he pressed your head further, you might've lost a piece of yourself into him.

ben pulled away. you bring your fingertips to your lips, the ghost of ben's roughness still branded to your senses. ben bites his lower lip slightly upon your actions, and that's when a whimper leaves your swollen lip.

"damn brown's down bad." lucas howls with the crowd. ben chuckles to himself, turning around like nothing happened. you're left in your daze, the addictive sweetness playing on your lips, drowning in shallow water. "who's next?" ben crashed back onto the couch, his gaze fully aware of his sins.

a few more rounds ensued before the crowd fully dispersed. still dizzy, you followed the tall jock into the hallway. the drink hasn't left his veined hands, the moonlight drawing lines on the perfect edges of his face and hair. "missed me?" ben asked, turning to face you. "wanna go further? i know a bedroom here."

"y-you stole my first kiss!" the words tumble out your lips like an accusation. the fire in your chest was confusing- anger and invigoration colliding.

ben chuckled darkly, sending waves into your system. he stepped forward until he fully crowded you against the wall with one casual arm. you had to tilt your head up in order to meet his look. "stole? you were leaning into me, boy. pretty sure that was consensual." he leaned down to graze your ear with his teeth. "now i would pretty much would like to fuck you right now, but i'm pretty sure i'm gonna collapse in a few minutes. and i would like to tear your ass up sober anyway. i'm wilder that way."

he stands as straight as he could. "goodnight, pretty boy. i'll find you again. and you better be ready for me." ben squeezed your cheek before stumbling down the hallway. "and you better not hide from me!"

you watched ben disappear into a bedroom. he's taken everything from you: your once untouched lips, the ability to breathe properly, and your heart, which you knew he would play around in his hands to his own satisfaction. and you were willing to drown in his presence as long as it was his oceans you were sinking in.