midas x reader oneshots CHPT2

intensity (smut)

omg hi guys

i need help

i want to start another book a bit like this but i don't know who to do it about-

so if you have any ideas pls let me know ty

if you see any spelling mistakes please tell me too-

anywho continue

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The cool liquid spilled down the side of your cheeks, the sting and burn hit your throat, and the immediate light feeling made your eyes close.

You placed the shot glass down, an arm balancing on the bar to hold you up. You let out a groan, opening your mouth a little at the pain. But it was worth it.

"Another round!" Your friend screamed, handing the barmaid a note. You clasped onto their arm, laughing stupidly at yourself.

A tipsy Friday night was always fun.

The smell of cigarettes, dry ice and alcohol kept your head among the crowd, making you feel ease.

"Y/n! Shoot me!" Your friend cheered, handing you your 6th shot. You clinked glasses and downed them together. Again, you spilt some down yourself and over your face but you didn't care.

This time it was sweet and milky, a contrast to the last one.

You stumbled away from the bar, deciding to dance instead. You fumbled down the steps to the middle of the floor, holding onto strangers shoulders.

You linked arms with people, dancing and laughing, not a single care in the world. The music intensified, and you shut your eyes and shouting along with the music.

(A/N what's ur go to party song pls tell me i want to hear new music-)

You twirled and moved, not aware of your surroundings, only focusing on the music. You flashed your eyes open during the final chorus, the music lifting somehow higher.

You looked across the floor, making direct eye contact with a man. He had his arms wrapped tightly around two people, occasionally kissing one of their necks.

You slowed down, licking your lips as he watched you. You couldn't make out his features, but you could feel his harsh gaze upon you. You slid your hands down your sides, walking into the crowd once more.

You didn't think too much of him, he was another guy in a club.

You somehow found your friend again within the floor, dancing with a crowd of people. They yanked you beside them, twirling and spinning you around. You giggled, taking their hands and dancing.

"I need a smoke!" They screamed in your ear. You nodded viscously, linking arms with them to find your way out.

You both headed off to the smoking area.

**timeskip**

You sat on the wooden benches, the cold air cascading down your bare arms and shoulders. You yawned loudly, tucking your legs up to your chest. Your friend stood smoking, ranting about some guy they had kissed.

They occasionally let you smoke from their cigarette, just a few small pulls. You hummed relaxed, listening to their story casually.

"I need to be fucked" They grumbled slightly, flicking the cigarette out of their hand and letting the stub fall to the floor.

"We all do" You replied, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. You felt your hair, feeling the stickiness of alcohol in it. You groaned, rolling your eyes.