warnings: detailed smut throughout description: Reader meets the king of parties and has many compliments to give him on his work — requested
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It was a Friday night and you were zipping up your party dress, getting ready to go to a house party that a mutual friend had invited you to. Although you were not one to go to parties often, you felt that since several of your other friends were going to be there, you might as well go. It was only once you arrived at the place when you realized just how much you underestimated the party to be.
There were people packed together as if in a mosh pit, some dancing while others stood close to each other and chatted over the blaring music. Not only were the string lights in the apartment flashing different colors, matching the mood of the current song, but it was also decorated with trendy furniture and hanging wall art. Entering the party from the lower level and now on the second level, you just knew someone with a good eye for style from Camden lived here.
Eventually losing your friends in the crowd of party go-ers and feeling a bit stranded, you held a red solo cup in your hand and tried to look like you belonged here among the other unfamiliar faces. You were taking a sip of whatever was in your cup, peering over the rim, when you realized someone was standing next to you. You turned to look at the person, first catching sight of his oversized mohair coat; it was impossible to ignore. You gave him a slight nod to let him know that you acknowledged his presence. He smiled in return, his blue eyes glinting in the psychedelic light of the room.
"I haven't seen you 'round here before. Do I know you?" He talked as if he was genuinely curious, cocking his head to the side and furrowing his eyebrows.
You pressed your lips together and shook your head. "No, I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting yet," you said, sticking out your hand. "I'm Y/N."
He took your hand in his, shaking it. "I'm Vince, super cool to meet you," he said, flashing a bright grin before giving your hand a slight squeeze.
"Vince, nice to meet you too!" Something inside of you wanted to keep talking to him, as you quickly ran over things in your head that you could possibly say to him. "Do you know who lives here? I have to tell them how much I love the décor."
Vince snickered at your words. "Erm, yeah, actually...I do," he lifted a hand and pointed at himself.
"Seriously?" From just the way he was dressed alone, there was no question that he would be the one who lived here. You raised both of your eyebrows, giving him an impressed look. "I guess I owe you some compliments then."
"I'd love nothing more than to hear your compliments," he replied with narrowed eyes and a smirk that replaced his smile.
Your heart was suddenly racing and you could feel your cheeks beginning to burn. "Well it must be your lucky day, 'cause I have lots that I want to give to you." You put on your best seductive voice, inching closer to him and walking your fingers up his arm. You didn't know where this burst of confidence was coming from, but you embraced it.
