CrushxReader One-Shots

~Stranger~

It was a Friday night and Y/n was tipsy. Having dragged her friends to the club, she wanted to make the most of the first time in a while they'd all been able to go out as a group. It was shots then dancing, shots then dancing— a repeating cycle until she'd had enough liquid courage to start giggling at random strangers.

Looking up at the man beside her, who was facing the bartender waiting for his drink, she tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention.

Turning to her with a confused expression, he waited for her to speak.

"You're hot," Y/n giggled out.

The man looked her over with an amused smile, "And you're wasted."

Y/n frowned at his unenthusiastic reply before correcting him, "I'm not wasted, I'm tipsy."

The man's grin only widened, "Alright, if you say so." 

Y/n nodded, the smile returning to her face.

"Where are your friends?" he asked as he received his drink and gave his card to pay.

Y/n sighed, "They already found their hot strangers so I got ditched at the bar to dance with my vodka."

He let out a smirk that had Y/n tingling, "Wanna dance then?"

Trying to maintain nonchalance, Y/n looked him over before shrugging, "I guess you'll do."

He barked out a laugh before putting an arm around her waist and leading her to the crowd of people.

Y/n loved dancing. It was fun and when it's loud enough that you can't hear the person in front of you, it's the perfect way for two people to become comfortable with each other without having to speak. She swayed her body against the stranger, and while she wouldn't normally feel bold enough to press herself against a man she'd just met, she felt like she needed some unplanned fun that night.

They danced for maybe 40 minutes before it got heated enough for the not-so-strange stranger to look her in the eyes and drag her out into the cold air.

"You got any plans?" he gruffed out, a hand resting against her lower back.

"No."

"Do you want some?"

Y/n looked up at him with eyes that said she'd follow him anywhere (ok maybe not anywhere, she gave her location to her friends don't worry), and just like that, she got the interesting night she'd wanted.

***

Y/n sat up with a start as she took in her surroundings. Clearly in a room unfamiliar to her, she groaned as she tried to think long enough without her headache interrupting her train of thought.

She and her new friend (who she alarmingly realized she still didn't know the name of) had decided to go back to his apartment where they had more drinks, did some talking, and a lot of making out. She had told herself she was gonna start heading home when the mood suddenly shifted and they decided to make better use of a Friday night...

...which led her to this moment. Wearing a random T-shirt and feeling the strong urge to throw up. Deciding to be positive, she silently thanked the universe that she hadn't wandered into a serial killer's house. Looking back, maybe it wasn't the smartest choice to go to a random man's house, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it considering she'd finally had some good sex for once.

Y/n groaned as she sat up to take a peak at the man beside her. He was lying asleep on his stomach, one arm loosely around her and with his head buried into the pillow under him.