imagines (dua lipa)

57 (s)

key points:
-you've never gotten drunk before
-you turned 21 a few days ago
-layla is your best friend
-your pov

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november 24th was my 21st birthday. sadly i didn't get to have a party, i wasn't in town because i had to go to a funeral. it was like my aunts, friends, moms, dads, sons, daughters, boyfriends funeral. i don't even know. all i know is that i've never ever met him and his name was aaron.

my bestie, Layla Dalal, decided to take me out to the bar. layla is the most spunky, spontaneous, outgoing person you could ever meet. she gets all the boys, she goes to parties like twice a week, and she's a dancer so she's always showing me her new dance routines. the reason she gets all the boys and i don't is because she's hot and has a fat ass. sadly i'm flat as fuck. or at least that's what i think. layla is always trying to convince me that if i don't wear baggy pants everyday you'll actually be able to tell.

"so you ready to get fucked up?!" layla asked me.
"hell yeah!" i laughed.

we arrived at the bar a few minutes later. i walked in and immediately knew i made the wrong decision of coming here.

"damn you're sexy" a guy whispered into my ear.
"oh shut up" i said rudely.
"you're hot too bitch" he said as he grabbed laylas waist.

layla got up and left with that anonymous man. i didn't even have my first drink and she left. she left to go fuck him in the bathroom.

"i know how it feels" the bartender said.
"it's finally my 21st birthday and she won't even get a drink with me?" i said.
"when i turned 21, my boyfriend said he would get drunk with me and then he ended up fucking another girl." she said.
"that sucks. you don't look much older than 21 though" i questioned.
"yeah i know. i just turned 23" she said.
"my boyfriend cheated on me when i was 19 and i was heartbroken. i literally cried for weeks" i said.
"damn. just forget about it. men fucking suck and there's nothing you can do about it. all this stuff about sexual assault and womens rights and everything. i just hate men" she explained.

a guy came up behind me and put his hands in front of me and started touching my chest.

"what the fuck?! move away from me!" i said before elbowing him in the chest.
"see what i'm saying? it happens so much that men think it's okay to do it. the only actual way to get them to stay away from you is to just tell 'i'm gay!' before a man touches you" she said.
"i am though. well i'm bi.." i said.
"you are! so am i!" she said.
"what a coincidence. what's your name?" i aksed the lovely bartender.
"dua. it's albanian." she smiled.
"dua. that's really cool. and your albanian?" i asked.
"yeah. well- yeah i'm part albanian. what's your name?" dua asked.
"oh my name is YN" i said.
"hmm... a pretty name for a pretty girl" she smiled.

we sat and talked for a couple more minutes until i completely forgot about trying to get drunk.

"i know you wanted to get drunk with your friend but i can take the rest of my shift off and get drunk with you.." dua suggested.
"you really don't have to... but that would be really nice" i mumbled.
"i'll do it. i'll make us some drinks and then we can go sit somewhere else. where there's not so many people" dua said.

she made us both drinks. i was a little nervous because, you know i've never been drunk or even had a sip of alcohol but.. it's fine. i'll give it a go.

"okay. this is a singapore sling. it's really sweet but also has a strong alcohol taste. this is what i always recommend for first time drinkers." dua said as she handed me the drink.

i took the cup and slowly swished it around. i really wanted to tell her that i didn't want to do it but i couldn't. she was really nice and she made that drink just for me.

i took a sip and smiled. i looked straight into her dark brown dreamy eyes. her lips, her rosy cheeks, and her sharp jawline.

"bro do you like it?" dua said.
"huh what yeah yeah it's good" i said as i shook my head.
"you were just in a daze for second" dua said.

we walked to the outdoor area. no one else was there except a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

"that's a sign" dua said.

she picked up the pack of cigarettes and pulled two of them out. she lit one up and smoked it for a second.

"do you smoke?" she asked me.
"uh yeah i do" i lied.

i don't smoke. i just didn't want her to think i'm a fucking dweeb.

"what's wrong?" dua asked.
"i'm just thinking about layla" i said.
"is she your friend. the one that brought you here?" she asked.
"yeah she is."
"damn"
"she's so perfect that it makes me mad. like i'm not in love with her and i don't have feelings for her but just being her best friend is so hard. like men are always hitting on her and she has sex with a new person like everyday. she's hot and she has a big ass so of course she's gonna get the men while i just stand there in silence with my flat ass." i vented.
"flat? no YN, flat without the L" dua said.
"bro. it's not big. anyways yeah i still can't believe she just left me here. like i'm so new to this and she just leaves me to go fuck someone ugly ass guy." i vented again.
"i saw the guy. he was ugly. come here." she said as she hugged me tightly.
"i really needed that" i said smiling.
"you're a really pretty girl YN" dua said.
"dua i think you're hot. i'm just gonna say it. you're really fucking hot and i want to hook up with you. we don't have to but the feminine urge in me to grab you and make out with you is really strong" i said quickly.

dua pulled me forward and started kissing me so fucking fast. the kiss was long, used the perfect amount of tongue, so much but not too much, and her hand was on my jaw and we were kissing.

"we can hook up if you want" dua said as she was breathing really heavily.
"we can? damn i've never had sex with a girl" i stuttered.
"neither have i. come let's go to my car and we can have sex" dua said as she pulled me out of the door and towards her car.

we eventually got in the car. we were sitting in the back row and we were making out again. i was basically on top of her so she put her hand on the back of my thigh and started rolling my dress up. i felt her hand on my ass. her hands were cold but they were about to get hot.

soon, both of our dresses were off and we were kissing each other in lingerie. even later, we were scissoring. i know i skipped a few parts of our sex but it was so fucking good i can't even explain it.

"you're so fucking good YN. do you wanna come home with me?" dua asked me.
"i really do." i said.

she drove us to her house. we arrived there and went inside. we jumped into her bed and started fucking each other again.

"i think i might love you dua" i said.
"i love you YN" dua said.

we soon fell asleep while we were cuddling naked.