request: redify smut after party , teasing from faze guys and then coming out as in a relationship
reader = pink
redify = red
yugi = purple
ybg = green
jason = orange
nos = blue
AFTER THE PARTY
warnings: 18+ alcohol consumption / tipsy behavior, explicit sexual content (p in v, language), teasing / romantic tension, cursing / profanity, party environment / mention of cops shutting it down
moving to la in 2022 changed a lot. once jason settled there permanently because of faze, you finally got to meet redify, arky, and the rest of the oscs crew. you got along with all of them pretty quickly, and eventually, you became good friends with the faze guys too.
you’ve always thought redify was attractive, but you were too shy to talk to him properly. there’s something about the way he carries himself — quiet, almost reserved, with just enough confidence to make people notice. he’s shy too, not much of a talker, though he pops up on jason’s streams from time to time as his assistant. every time you see him there, he seems calm and collected, but you can tell he notices everything.
tonight, though, is different. tonight, you’re finally going to see him again. the faze guys are running their subathon, so you haven’t been over much lately — too many cameras, too many eyes. now, at silky’s party, it feels like your chance to just… be around him without all that pressure.
you started getting ready around 9:30. you take your time with your hair, letting it fall naturally around your shoulders. your makeup is subtle but highlights the parts of your face you like — nothing overdone. you pick out an outfit that’s not too revealing but hugs you in all the right places. you look at yourself in the mirror and feel a small surge of confidence. it’s enough to make you want to go out and actually talk to him tonight.
by 11:00, you’re out the door. the night air is cool against your skin as you and your friends make your way to the party. you can hear the bass from a few blocks away, and the glow of lights from the house makes it look like a little bubble of chaos and fun waiting for you to step inside.
you take a deep breath, smoothing your outfit one last time. this is it — tonight, you might actually get to see redify, maybe even talk to him without feeling like you’re just floating in the background. the thought makes your stomach flutter in a way that’s both exciting and terrifying.
—
you finally get to the party with your two friends, saying hi to dremo and lopey at the door. they hand you yellow wristbands and let you through, and you can already hear the bass from upstairs shaking the walls.
once you walk into the penthouse, the noise hits full force. the whole room’s glowing red — rgb strips lining the ceiling, lights bouncing off the glass, everyone dressed in red like it’s a theme night. you glance down at your outfit and realize you didn’t get the memo, but honestly, you don’t care.
you and your friends push through the crowd, the air thick with perfume and alcohol, people shouting over the music. you head toward the kitchen, and that’s when you spot him.
redify.
he’s standing with yugi, talking about something, his back to you. even from across the room you recognize the freshly dyed blonde hair, messy in a way that looks like he did it himself. your pace slows without you even meaning to.
yugi notices you first. his face lights up as soon as he sees you.
“oh shit, y/n!” he calls out, already reaching in for a hug.
you laugh, hugging him back. redify turns around mid-sip of his drink, lowering it once he realizes it’s you. there’s a quick flash of surprise on his face before that small, awkward smile shows up.
“i haven’t seen you in forever,” yugi says.
“yeah, i’ve been busy,” you tell him. “what about you? you and arky fell off the face of the earth. no streams for weeks.”
you’re mostly focused on yugi, but you can feel redify’s eyes flicking toward you every few seconds. he’s trying to act like he’s not looking, but he definitely is.
“we’re just taking a break, y’know?” yugi shrugs, then gets distracted by your friends and starts talking to them.
that leaves you and redify standing there. he puts his drink down and gives you a little wave.
“hey.”
“hey,” you say back, smiling.
the music’s so loud you have to lean a bit closer. “how’ve you been?”
“good,” he says, nodding. “been working for jason mostly. the subathon’s been chaos. they made me wear a squid game dress for one of the bits.”
you grin immediately. “yeah, i saw that.”
he groans a little. “you did?”
“mm-hm.” you laugh. “you actually looked good in it.”
his eyebrows lift. “there’s no way.”
“no, seriously,” you tease. “you kinda pulled it off better than i could’ve.”
he laughs, shaking his head. “i think you’re lying.”
“i’m not,” you say, grinning. “you looked cute.”
he glances up at you again, that same shy smile on his face. “well, thanks. but i doubt i looked better than you.”
your smile twitches, a little heat crawling up your neck. “smooth,” you mumble, mostly to yourself.
“what?” he leans in slightly, pretending he didn’t hear you.
“nothing,” you say quickly, looking away but still smiling.
he laughs quietly, his hand brushing the counter, the air between you lighter now — teasing, easy, just like it always gets when you’re around him.
you turn to leave, pretending you don’t feel his eyes staring at your ass.
—
after hours of partying — dancing, laughing, and catching up with people — you’d caught glimpses of redify from across the room more times than you could count. he was always with someone, either talking to arky or yugi, sometimes santi, sometimes just leaning against the counter with a drink in hand. every time your eyes found him, he seemed to be already looking.
you’d been drinking here and there too, enough to feel loose and a little floaty.
when the cops finally showed up and the music cut off, everyone started spilling out into the hallway and down the stairs. you and your friends were on your way out when you saw him again — redify, standing outside with yugi and ybg, waiting for an uber.
the cool air hit your face, mixing with the heat of the night. he looked a little sweaty, hair falling into his eyes, shirt slightly wrinkled — and somehow that only made him look better. tall, lanky, a little out of place like he always did, but it worked for him.
you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol giving you courage or just the kind of night it was, but something in you pushed to go talk to him.
you stumbled a little down the last few steps, catching his attention. his straight face turned into a small grin when your eyes met.
he tried to play it off, pretending he didn’t see you walking up.
“hiiii, redify,” you said, words slightly slurred but still playful.
he looked down at you, hands in his pockets, clearly amused. “hey, y/n. how many drinks have you had tonight, hm?” his tone was teasing, light.
“oh, i don’t know,” you said, dragging the words. “maybe… five or six?”
he raised an eyebrow. “that many?”
you nodded, smiling. “mhmm. i had fun though. kinda wish i was hanging out with you, though.”
his lips twitched like he was trying not to smile. “oh really?”
“yeah,” you said, looking up at him. “i missed hanging out with you a lot.” there was a pause, your voice softening. “you’re just so handsome.”
he blinked, caught off guard, eyes flicking between your face and the ground like he didn’t know where to look.
you lowered your voice, barely above a whisper. “i never said anything ‘cause… i didn’t think you liked me like that.”
his expression changed — softer now. “me? not like you?” he said, shaking his head slightly. “i’d be lucky just to date you, y/n.”
you felt your face warm up, a small smile slipping through. “you never really showed it,” you teased quietly. “you’re so shy, red.”
he opened his mouth to say something, but ybg called out from the car. “yo, red! you coming or what?”
redify looked at you, then back at them, clearly deciding something. “nah, you guys go. i’ll meet you back at the house later.”
your friends asked the same, but you just shook your head.
he turned back to you, pulling out his phone. “let’s get our own uber, yeah?”
“yeah,” you said. “where we going, red?”
he smirked slightly, looking at his screen. “we can go back to my place if you want. or yours. whatever you want, princess.” he laughed under his breath, already opening the app.
you giggled, half teasing, half shy. “princess? i’m your princess now?”
he avoided your eyes but smiled. “just tell me what you wanna do.”
“let’s go to your place,” you said honestly. “i don’t even remember my address right now.”
he laughed, shaking his head, but ordered the car anyway. the two of you sat down on the curb to wait, the night air finally quiet after the chaos of the party. you rested your head on his lap without thinking, and he froze for a second before relaxing, his hand hovering near your shoulder but not quite touching.
—
after the uber drives out, the oscs house was dead quiet. just the fridge downstairs and the faint blue glow leaking from under red’s door. he kept one arm around your waist the whole way up the driveway, keys cold against your hip when he fumbled the lock.
he nudged the bedroom door shut with his shoulder. the click was soft. the room smelled like cedar, warm skin, the cologne he always wore. you kicked your shoes off in the hall and dropped onto the edge of his bed, hoodie half-zipped, fabric brushing your collarbone. your pulse was loud in your ears, tipsy and loose.
red stood there, hands in his pockets, hair falling across his forehead. “water?” he asked, voice low.
you shook your head. “you’re cute when you’re nervous.”
he blinked.
“like… stupid cute,” you said, words spilling out, warm and unfiltered. “always leaning on counters, hair in your eyes, pretending you’re not looking. makes me wanna climb you. your hands are huge. and you smell like this—” you inhaled, slow, “—and your voice gets low when you’re tired. i think about it at night. and your laugh. that little nose-scrunch thing. it’s dumb. i like it. and your mouth—”
he sat on the far corner of the bed, mattress dipping. “oh yeah?”
you scooted closer, knees brushing. the heat of him cut through the cool air. “yeah. and your shoulders. and the way you bite your lip when you’re thinking. and—”
you didn’t wait. just leaned in, closed the last inch, and kissed him.
soft. quick. a brush of lips, the scrape of stubble, the warmth of his breath.
you pulled back an inch.
redify didn’t move. just stared, lips parted, eyes wide.
you didn’t let the space stay. you kissed him again, deeper, slower, hand sliding to the nape of his neck, thumb pressing just under his jaw. his mouth opened against yours like he’d been holding his breath for months. you felt the small exhale he gave when your tongue touched his.
after the second kiss, you didn’t stop. you pushed him flat on the bed, his back hitting the mattress with a soft thud, hair fanning across the pillow. the blue pc light striped his collarbones, caught the faint sheen of sweat at his throat, the way his chest rose and fell fast.
you straddled him, hoodie already gone, jeans kicked to the floor. his hands settled on your thighs, thumbs digging in, grounding, the heat of his palms searing through your skin.
you leaned down, kissed him slow, tongue sliding against his, tasting the faint trace of whatever he’d been drinking earlier—sweet, sharp, mixed with him. he moaned into your mouth, low and wrecked, hips jerking up once, the hard line of him pressing against you through his jeans. you pulled back just enough to see his eyes—dark, blown
wide, pupils swallowing the color.
“still cute,” you murmured against his lips, voice breathy.
he huffed a breath, almost a laugh. “shut up.”
you reached between you, fingers brushing the waistband of his jeans. he lifted his hips to help, and they were gone in a second, kicked off the edge of the bed. you wrapped your hand around him, slow, feeling him twitch, hot and heavy in your palm, the skin velvet-smooth over the hardness. he groaned, head tipping back, the sound raw, throat bared.
“fuck,” he breathed, jaw clenched, a bead of sweat sliding down his temple.
you lined him up, sank down slow, the stretch burning, thick, perfect, filling you inch by inch until you were seated fully, a high, shaky moan spilling from your lips. he echoed it with a low, guttural sound, hands gripping
your hips hard enough to bruise. you stayed still a second, adjusting, hands braced on his chest, feeling his heartbeat hammering under your palms, the rise and fall of his ribs. the room smelled like cedar, sex, the faint musk of him.
then you moved.
slow rolls at first, grinding down, taking him deeper, the head of him dragging against that spot inside that made your breath catch. you moaned, soft and needy, the sound echoing in the quiet room. he cursed under his breath, a broken “shit—” when you clenched around him, deliberate, feeling every inch of him pulse inside you.
you leaned forward, kissed the line of his jaw, the salt of his skin, the stubble scraping your lips. he turned his head, caught your mouth again, messy and open, swallowing the small, desperate noises you couldn’t hold back—soft whimpers, breathy gasps, a high “oh—” when he thrust up to meet you. the slap of skin was loud, rhythmic, the bed creaking under you.
“like that?” you asked, voice low, rolling your hips harder, faster, the friction building, your thighs trembling.
he groaned, loud, hips bucking up to meet you, driving deeper. “yeah. fuck, just like that. so tight—feels so good—”
you picked up the pace, thighs burning, the bed frame knocking softly against the wall. his hands slid up your back, pulling you down so your chests pressed together, sweat-slick skin sliding, mouths barely apart.
every time you sank down he thrust up, deep, perfect, the head of him hitting just right, making you moan into his mouth, high and desperate, the sound muffled against his tongue. “red—fuck—” you gasped, nails raking down his shoulders.
“so good,” he muttered, voice wrecked, lips brushing yours, breath hot. “been thinking about this—fuck—every night. you on top, taking me like this, moaning my name—”
you kissed him again, hard, swallowing the rest of his words, tongue sliding against his, tasting the salt of his lips. your rhythm faltered when his thumb found your clit, circling slow, deliberate, slick with you, the pressure perfect.
the heat coiled tight, fast, your moans turning sharp, breath hitching, a string of broken sounds— “oh—oh god—red—” spilling out as you chased it.
“come on princess,” he said, low, urgent, voice rough with need, thumb pressing harder. “let me feel it. wanna hear you—wanna feel you cum around me—”
you did. shattered around him, a loud, unrestrained moan tearing from your throat, your whole body shaking as you clenched down hard, pulsing around him, the pleasure white-hot and overwhelming.
he followed right after, hips stuttering, a deep, guttural groan against your ear as he came, hot and pulsing inside you, your name rough on his tongue, his fingers digging into your hips like he never wanted to let go.
after, you stayed on top, breathing hard, forehead pressed to his, both of you slick with sweat, the room thick with the smell of sex and cedar and him. the pc fan whirred. your heartbeat slowed against his chest, the rise and fall of his breathing syncing with yours.
—
the next morning, red pulls up to the subathon house, parks in the back, walks in quiet. jason’s room is lit by monitors, stream on low, chat scrolling slow. everyone just hanging out: jason in the chair and everyone else sitting around him talking about random things.
red pushes the door open and steps in.
they all look up. “look who showed up,” ybg says, half-smirk. “thought you died,” yugi adds, mouth full.
red drops his keys on the desk and sits in the chair next to jason. “wasn’t far.” jason tilts his head. “you left with y/n.”
“yeah.”
“and?” yugi asks.
“went home. slept.” nos raises an eyebrow.
“that’s it?” red nods. nos snorts. “cap.”
“empty house,” ybg says.
“you, her, no one else. and you just… slept?” red doesn’t answer.
“so you’re telling me nothing happened,” jason says, slow.
“it’s personal,” red says.
nos grins. “personal means something happened.”
“maybe,” red says. they all exchange looks.
ybg stops pacing. “just say it, man.”
red exhales through his nose. “we’re dating. that’s all you’re getting.”
quiet for a beat. then jason leans back. “well, damn.”
“about fucking time,” yugi mutters.
nos just nods, small smile.
ybg tosses a chip at red. “i fucking knew it.”
red catches it, eats it, and shrugs. nobody pushes after that.
(NOT PROOFREAD!)
i think this is one of the longest i’ve written omg,
I NEED REDIFY BADDD RAAA
