hey! cld i have a djed spence fluff/smut fic where reader is a dj please xx
where you keep exchanging glances with him during your set.
a/n: ty for the request! i don’t go clubbing so apologies for any inaccuracies
you assumed it would be like your usual weekend. it seemed like it would be normal when you stepped into the club.
and it was like your usual weekend... for a while.
you were playing something on the slightly more calm side since it was only 10pm and not many people were there yet.
that’s when someone caught your eye. a tall, dark and handsome man who looked oddly familiar. he was surrounded by some other guys, seemingly friends of his, but he stood out. maybe it was the way he carried himself. maybe it was his chsrming smile. maybe…
you suddenly realised who it was. djed spence. one of tottenham hotspur’s current best players djed spence. recently got called up for the england national team djed spence.
you shook your head. i can’t let this distract me, you thought, i’ve seen countless prem footballers here before.
but for some reason he was different. you couldn’t take your eyes off him too.
and apparently, he felt the same.
throughout your set, he kept stealing glances at you. you made eye contact with him multiple times, holding the stare until he looked away first. his friends eventually noticed what was distracting him and smirked. they nudged him to ask you for your insta or something but he didn’t advance. just stood there and continued eye-fucking you.
1am. you couldn’t take it anymore. his gaze was making you all flustered and giddy and you needed to do something about it. so, you put on a prerecorded mix of three songs: no hands, pony, and girl you loud. to set the mood for what you were about to do.
you told the people near the dj booth you were going for a bathroom break, but shot djed a glance that allured him into following you. his friends noticed this as well and cheered him on.
you squeezed your way through the crowd hastily and to one of the lesser-known vip bathrooms, djed following from a distance.
after ensuring no one was inside, you pushed the door open and slipped inside. the door closed behind you before almost immediately opening again. just as you expected, djed.
he locked the door after fully stepping in, and there he was in all his glory. damn.
“d’you have a staring problem?” you asked, eyeing him up and down before looking back at his eyes.
he laughed, folding his arms and leaning against the sink counter.
you rolled your eyes playfully before pressing yourself up against him.
“make this quick. i have a set to get back to.”
he grinned, his hands grabbing your hips before turning the both of you around so that you were against the counter.
just as you requested, it was quick.
he was pistoning into you at a constant pace, still managing to use force in every thrust. the cool granite surface pressed against your upper body heightened the feeling. better yet, the music outside (yes, your premixed track) was loud enough that you could hear it from here.
djed grabbed your head by your hair, making you look up at the both of you in the mirror.
“you’re so hot,” moaned djed as he looked at the reflection, then back at you.
you whined under him, your hands holding onto the counter for support.
one of his hands was still entangled in your hair while the other grabbed your thigh to spread your legs further.
that gave him the ability to thrust into a spot he wasn’t previously hitting, causing a loud and unprecedented ‘fuck’ to spill out of your throat.
“you like that, hm?” laughed djed, continuing to hit that same spot over and over again.
you started gripping the counter so hard your fingers were turning pale. “gonna… ‘m gonna come,” you exclaimed upon feeling that knot in your stomach tighten even further.
“mm, yeah, look at yourself while you come then,” he whispered, yanking your hair back once again to force you to look into the mirror.
that alone caused you to finally let go, feeling the tremors consuming your body as you cried out his name.
feeling you tightened around him drove him closer to the edge, and after fucking into you a few more times he pulled out and came all over your back.
“shit…” he sighed, grabbing a few tissues from the box on the counter and wiping your back and his cock. he binned them once you were both clean and pulled his pants up while you did the same.
“for a footballer,” you mumbled while fixing yourself up in the mirror, “you fuck well.”
he let out a hearty chuckle before pulling his phone out from his pocket. “yeah, i’ve been told. insta?” he asks with a slight grin on his face as he hands the phone to you.
you roll your eyes with a soft snicker before keying it in and handing the phone back.
“don’t stare too long. you’ll fall in love.”
“i think i already have.”