(Eva Mohn x Reader): Do you want to make out? (1/3)
Summary: Reader is a penetrator and at the charity party Eva starts hitting on her.
A/N: Let me know what you think and if you’d be interested in a pt. 2 because I’m kind of obsessed with gay!eva (apologies for spelling and grammar)
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Being a penetrator certainly has its perks. Being a female penetrator...not so much. It was never anything the guys did (they were your closest friends after all), it was more the fact that any girl who was at a party they held was trying to get with one of the guys, never with you.
Of course, none of the penetrator dated, especially not you. For you it was less the choice and more the fact that other than the occasional drunk party girl you never got any action.
That all changed at the charity party. You’d been standing near the bar talking with Chris, making fun of him for how much some poor girl had paid to hook up with him (he had the highest bid of the night other than William).
“I’m just saying, if some girl is willing to pay that much you should pimp yourself out all the time. Pay for university or some shit.” You told Chris, “I’m so glad I didn’t get roped into the auction.” You add, shaking your head.
“Well, yeah, no one would pay to hook up with you, (Y/N), what would the point be?” Chris shot back with his signature smirk.
“It’s not my fault there are no other gay girls at this school,” You shoot back, “If there were, I would have the highest bid-no doubt- I’m absolutely magic.”
At was at that moment that a certain redhead stumbled over to you, “I’ll take you up on that offer.” Eva commented, interjecting herself into your conversation.
To say you'd noticed her before would be an understatement. You'd all but fallen in love with the poor girl. And now her she was, standing in front of you. Flirting with you. You had no idea how to react.
Which is probably why you promptly started to to turn beet red.
"Oh! Um...I-I uh," you stuttered out. You were pretty good at flirting with girls, but most of that was false confidence built on the fact that they're so wasted they couldn’t tell. This was completely new.
"Fucking hell, I thought you were good at this," Chris muttered as he watched to two of you interact, almost pained by how awkward you were being, "It's good to see you, Eva." He said, greeting her.
"You too, Chris," she replied with a smirk as you began to regain your confidence. With that she swayed dangerously and would have fallen to the ground if you hadn’t stuck your arms out to catch her.
"Do you want to get some air?" You asked her, nodding toward the door. You could tell she was too drunk and you wanted her to sober up at least a little bit otherwise you’d be worried she wouldn’t get home safely.
"Yeah," She replied as she started to stumble across the room. You sighed and gently slid your arm around her waist so you could help her out, ignoring the cheeky thumbs up Chris flashed you as you walked out.
Once you were outside you found a bench and set her down carefully.
"You're so cute when you're chivalrous," she slurred, leaning her head on you shoulder as you sat down next to her, "Fuck, you're so hot all the time." She added.
"Jesus Christ, how much did you drink?" You ask, exasperated.
Eva giggles, "A lot."
"Is there someone I should go get, or call or something?" You ask her.
"No no no, No one wants to make out with me." She replied with a pout.
"But should I get one of your friends?" You asked, trying to be patient with her since you weren’t sure what she was talking about.
"Oh! That reminds me, do you want to make out?" She asks before clumsily moving her face towards yours.
"Maybe not right now?" You offer, pulling yourself back.
"Is it because you have a girlfriend who's prettier than me?" She asked, pouting at you again.
"What? “ You asked confused, “No. Eva, you're drunk, and when I make out with you I'm going to do it when you're not about to vomit." You explained.
"Promise?" She asks, raising her eyebrows at you.
"Yes." You replied with a smirk. Before you can say anything else Eva's eyes widen as her hand flies to her mouth. Once you realize what's happening you lead her over to the trash can near by and hold her hair back as she starts to vomit. You gently rub her back you glance around and are surprised when you see your friend William nearby making out with a girl that you're pretty sure is Eva’s best friend.
At least one of you was getting action tonight.
