(Y/N)'s POV:
"I fucking hate premieres and you know that!" I yelled to my friend as he walked around my hotel room and was putting on his suit. "Well, I have no one else to go with and you promised me that you would come with me weeks ago. So much so that we booked this hotel room for just you since you said you didn't want to share with me," He said as I nodded. "Well, you would probably end up bringing home one of those hoes from the party," I said as he rolled his eyes at me, and then we went to the premiere.
He introduced me to so many people I was honestly quite bored. I went to go sit at the bar and just wait for him to tell me it was okay for me to go home. "Can I get a rum and coke please?" A man asked the bartender over my shoulder as I looked up and could tell it was fucking Robert Pattinson.
"Hi," He said to me as I smiled and waved up at him from my seat. "Your date drag you here?" He asked as I shook my head. "No, not a date. Just a friend," I clarified as if that would make any difference. As if fucking Robert Pattinson would give a fuck about me having a boyfriend or not.
"Good, I was about to ask if you were single anyway," He said as I nearly choked on my martini. "I'm just kidding. We've only just met. I'm Robert by the way," he said as if I didn't know that already. "(Y/N) (L/N)," I said as he shook my hand and then sat down next to me.
"Do you come to these things often?" He asked as I shook my head no. "Not really. I kind of hate them. I don't like the bright lights or people constantly asking me questions and I especially don't like other celebs. Present company excluded though. You seem pretty cool," I said as he smiled. "Thanks. I think. Yeah, I'm not really into these things either but they pay the bills to be here so I go and smile and then get drunk and leave," he said as I smiled while watching him drink the last of his drink.
"Do you wanna get out of here?" He asked as I put my drink down. "Wow. What is this some dumb romance novel? You ask me if I wanna get out of here and then we go back to your place and fuck for a little bit but then you get bored so then I have to pick up all my things and leave and then the chances of me ever seeing you again are so very slim I was probably just better off saying no the first time you asked me if I wanted to get out of here in the first place," I said as he stood up and offered his hand to me.
"Or I just want to leave because you and I both rather be somewhere else than here," he said as I smiled and then he took me outside of the building we were in and he pressed me up against a wall.
"So we are just going to have sex and then never speak again?" I asked as he shook his head. "Not unless you do your best to remember the name you will be screaming."
He bit into my neck and then kissed up and down my neck until his hands got to my pants. That was when he took matters into his own hands and slid two fingers into me while he continued to kiss me and hold onto the back of my head with the other hand.
"Oh! FUCK ROBERT!" I yelled as he continued to pump his fingers into me. "We should probably head back to a hotel room because I don't want anyone to see us," he said as I nodded, and then he called his car over and we went back to MY hotel room, not his. I would have asked why but I really didn't care at this point.
We barely made it into my room when Robert slammed me against another wall, which would be two walls that we have fucked against now and it's only 10 pm. "I can't believe this is happening," I said as he laughed. "And why is that?" He asked as he continued to take my shirt off along with his. "Because you are fucking Robert Pattinson!" I said as he laughed and then took his pants off.
"Yeah, and you are about to fuck Robert Pattinson," he said as I licked my lips and then we fell onto the bed behind him. I straddled him as he held onto my ass cheeks. I moved my hips on him as his dick continued to stay hard inside of me.
You see, there is this really weird video on vine many years ago of this guy sitting on a swivel chair but the chair broke and the swivel part went up the guy's ass. Basically, picture that but a girl and the swivel part going through her front side.
It hurt but not in a bad way. Kind of like when you eat too much pineapple and your tongue burns yet you still want more. Or if you are drinking hot cocoa and burn your tongue but that doesn't stop you either. Like a good hurt.
This continued for another 25 minutes. Yes, you heard that correctly. 25 minutes.
I was laying down in bed next to him and he was sitting in bed next to me smoking his Juul and scrolling through Twitter. "I'm hungry," he said as he retweeted a picture of me. "Then eat my pussy," I said as I started to laugh. "Wait, seriously?" He asked as he set down his phone but kept the Juul in his mouth.
"NO!" I laughed out as he nodded and then went on GrubHub to order us some burgers. We sat in my hotel bed and ate burgers and fries along with chocolate milkshakes. After every few bites, Robert would put his food down and would turn to make out with me.
Life was good.
I had fucking Robert Pattinson in my bed cause I had just finished fucking Robert Pattinson.
