Carmilla ⌖ Pietro Maximoff

The Hookup

Slight smut warning btw you don't have to really read this chapter just know that Carmilla and Pietro hookup but get interrupted🤟

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Two years ago...

The air of the room was thick and damp with the sweat of the partygoers moving to the beat of the trashy club music. Carmilla had only been there for about thirty minutes and was already growing tired of what the fraternity had to offer.

The metal wire of her bra seemed to dig deeper into her skin with each passing second, and she was fairly certain she'd gotten a couple unsavory looks pointed towards her mini skirt. The judgement only making her want to hike it up shorter out of spite.

This party wasn't anything like what her step-brother, Nathan had promised. As a member of this god forsaken fraternity he had invited her to visit for the weekend, a getaway from her responsibilities at Steele Corp, their father's advanced tech corporation.

She'd been working her ass off for weeks and figured maybe a little bit of alcohol and loud music would bring her back to good spirits. Of course she forgot to take into account that she absolutely hated the atmosphere of frat parties and her brother never really had her best interests at heart.

Leaning against one of the walls, Carmilla blew out a breath, watching indifferently as a group of boys funneled beer into another's mouth.

Classy

Maybe she could get somebody to roll her a joint, then she could wander off to somewhere more suited to her tastes, like a quiet bathroom or porch. Humming to herself, she grabbed her nearly empty solo cup, and pushed herself off the wall.

Before she could register it, a loud thud sounded to her right.

The fuck?

Whipping her head to the sound, she found a man leaned sluggishly against the wall she'd been on just moments prior. Breathing heavily the silver haired man tipped his head back, with eyes closed he just sat there facing the ceiling. Curling her lip more so from confusion than disgust, Carmilla watched for a moment as he stood there catching his breath.

"Woah man, I gotta take a break." He finally spoke up to no one in particular, his voice thick with a Russian-like accent.

Looking around Carmilla frowned. No one else seemed to be watching this bizarre encounter. The boys across the room were probably more of a spectacle as they'd moved onto hollering and shouting lyrics at one another. Whatever the man was up to, Carmilla decided she'd continue in her curiosity warily, frat parties weren't exactly where you find upstanding citizens.

Taking a step to her left and away from the strange man, Carmilla took a swig from her cup.

"Whatcha drinking?"

The man was looking at her now, seeming to have caught his breath. His startling blue eyes inquisitive yet mischievous in a way that told her he could either be a complete asshole, or fairly amusing.

"Hard seltzer." She stared back, still unsure of his motives.

At this, he seemed to light up. "You mind if I take a sip? I'm dying over here."