Dream Team + Karl Smut

a number🧡💙 (oneshot)

sand

cw: age gap (17 and 20)
disclaimer i do not support pedophilia or anything like that, i just had a dumb idea. this chapter is purely fiction.
if you intend to get angry at me for it, i will delete your comments. dm me about it if you're upset. or just dont read this.

LMAO IM WRITING THUS WHILE AT A PARTY😭

there's over 2.5k words before they actually fuck, i got carried away, skip ahead if you want
(although in my opinion, everything that comes before the sex is better than the actual sex but that might just be me✋)

anyway enjoy

OH ALSO THANK YOU FOR 27K READS THAT IS LEGENDARY ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

georges pov

I sit inside my car, staring at the house nervously.
I have to go in at some point.
It's just a dumb party full of juniors, it'll be fine. I can just leave after ten minutes anyway.

I sigh, and finally make myself get out of the car, after sitting there like a stalker for almost half an hour.

As I slowly walk towards the door, the sounds of extremely loud music that I can feel in my chest and laughter from people who are actually funny and real, in person social interaction gets louder and louder. I can feel the headache setting in already.

The door is slightly open, so I take it upon myself to just let myself in.

People fill the entire house, whether socializing, dancing to the music (and singing very off-key), or drinking—who the hell bought the drinks? Aren't we all high schoolers? No one here should be 21 yet.

I walk inside more, a few people greeting me, others ignoring me.

Some tall brunette guy bumps into me. "Watch it," he says with a deep voice and a british accent. hes kinda.
"Sorry," I say, but he already walked off.

"Heyy! George! You made it!" Spencer says with a wide smile and a slight slur to his words.
He almost trips while stepping over to me to give me a fist bump with the hand not holding his beer.
"There's drinks over there- *hic* -and we have beer pong, card games, whatever they're doing over there," he vaguely gestures towards a group of people sitting on the sofas, laughing. "I suggest you go and talk to people, for once, thats why I invited you after all." Gotta call me out like that, damn😔

I look around a bit. I don't really wanna do anything involving social interaction.

"It's much easier when you're drunk, you know. The talking part, at least. Here, I saved you a drink- *hic* -unopened, so don't worry about drugs n shit," Spencer says with a laugh, handing me an unopened bottle of beer off the counter.

"Thanks," I say awkwardly. "Have fun, dude!" He laughs and goes to talk to his other friends.

I look at the bottle he handed me. I really shouldn't drink. I'm 17, for fucks sake.

But I guess it wouldn't hurt, I don't even have to finish the bottle really.

I open the bottle (😟with your bare hands?!?!) and take a sip, leaning against a wall.

"Hey," a girl walks up to me, her eyes flickering over me, twirling her red hair, "You wanna hang with us? We're playing two truths and a lie right now, but you don't have to play that."
I smile, maybe this was a good idea, someone's already talking to me. "Yeah, sounds good."

I sit down next to her on the sofa. They resume the game, apparently its some guy named Devon's turn.
The girl scoots closer to me, our thighs touching. Okay.