𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 ; 𝙠𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

𝘽𝙖𝙙 𝙄𝙙𝙚𝙖 - 𝘼𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙇𝙖

Allen La x Fem!Video Editor Reader (No mention of Y/n)

Inspired by Bad Idea by Girl In Red

Contains Mature themes (hinted sex scenes)
Read at your own risk

It was a bad idea, calling you up ...

I laid there awkwardly on my small sized bed, my mind mindlessly wandering around stray thoughts about last Tuesday. Bzz bzz. My phone buzzed as I turn my head to gaze at my phone.

I sighed, I grabbed it as I was met with a notification from.. Kat. I furrowed my brows in confusion. I just finished editing a video for them, was there a mistake or do I need to edit another one once more. I thought to myself, completely puzzled.

"Hey! I just wanted to tell you we're just gonna send over some footage for the Vidcon vlog, if you could start working on it by tomorrow, that would be SO cool, thanks!" Is what the message read.

I sat up in my bed, hugging my phone in my hands. I typed somewhat gradually.

"Yep I can start tomorrow for sure, ur welcome :)"

I replied back to Kat, immediately recalling my thoughts as I mindlessly attempted to decide whether I should call him or not.

Screw it. It's fine.

Was such a bad idea. I'm totally f#cked. It was a bad idea to think I could stop. Was such a bad idea, I can't get enough.

I woke up with a rather groggy feeling as I stirred in bed as I roll and was met with a sleeping Allen La. His arms around my torso, my leg on his waist.

I carefully withdraw my leg from his waist, and his arms around my torso. I sigh as I deliberately sat up on the edge of the bed.

I sighed as I got up and swiftly washed my face, brushed my teeth and put on my clothes. I gaze at him from the toilet, dozing off, his soft snores echoing lightly in the room.

I grab my phone as I frown slightly to myself, and walk out the door, not bothering to even say a simple good bye.

It was a bad idea, needing you so late. Was such a bad idea 'cause I can't think straight

One more painkiller, and maybe any reminder of you in me would go away. I swiftly swallowed down a painkiller as I got onto my chair, shifting my focus on the editing application and job on my hands.

A few hours later, and my alarm clock reads 8:04pm. I stand up from my chair, and walk to my kitchen to grab my left over dinner. As I open the fridge, I hold onto the food, place it onto a plate, and place the plate into the microwave.

I grab a glass of water and my utensils as I lay them on the table, along with my food. I sit there, my mind wandering around the thoughts of him. He was bad for me, and everyone knew it, yet I still wanted him intensely every time we were apart.

*Bzz bzz* My phone buzzes, I peer at my phone at the side of my plate, it was a missed call, from.. Allen. I couldn't answer it or rather I  shouldn't answer it. It's a bad idea right?

Who cares? It's just one last time.

It was a bad idea to bring you back home. Was such a bad idea, I need to be alone.

*Ding* The doorbell rang and echoed through the house, I walked over from my living room couch to the door. I unlocked the door, as it slowly opens up.

He's there at the door, once again, having that stupid Dior Eau Sauvage cologne scent all over him. But this time, he looks different. His hair all messy and fluffy, his pants baggier than usual, and a white t-shirt with a navy blue baseball button up jersey.

"Allen." I let a sigh out as I say his name in a rather husky and raspy voice. "Missed you too, Darling." He had that stupid grin on his face, the one I could never forget.

"Are you gonna let me in?" He asks nicely. At least he had manners. "Y-Yeah, sorry." I zoned out as I moved aside and he took off his shoes, and placed them on my shoe rack.

As I waited for him patiently on the couch, I bit the inside of my cheeks, fidgeting with my fingers. He followed me after a bit, he sat right beside me, and looked at me with a gaze I couldn't fully recognize.

You put your hands under my shirt. Undid my bra and said these words, "Darling, you're so pretty, it hurts"

"I missed you so much.." He whispered as he nuzzled his face into my neck, his arms wrapping around my torso.

His fingertips grazing over my skin, at a slow pace, his hands sneaking up under my shirt. His fingers reaching up for the clip of my bra as he undid it.

"You don't understand how much I missed you." He whispered as he admitted that to me.

"You're like a drug..darling you're so pretty, it hurts to not be with you."

"You don't mean that, Allen." I scoffed at him as we locked eyes. His gaze rather softer than the last time we last saw each other.

He doesn't say anything, just staring at me. Instead, he leans in closer inch by inch. His breath on mine, as we lock our lips into a deep, passionate kiss.

He continues to go in deeper into my mouth, asking for permission with his tongue. He doesn't stop but goes more intense and rough with me.

He grabs the hem of my tanktop, forcing it over my head, stopping us for a split second. He swiftly pulls down at the waistband of my shorts.

He pulls away once more, as his eyes wander down. "Matching lingerie?" He chuckled at me, as he leaned in once more.

You pushed me up against my wall, threw my clothes down on the floor. "Darling, are you ready for more?"

He carried me up to my bedroom, and slammed me right into my door, slamming it shut. He lets go of my legs, as I stand up. He pushed me into my door, my undergarments falling to the ground.

"You look even more beautiful than the last time I saw you." He whispered.

"Do you want this as much as I do..?" I asked him softly, my eyes looking up at him.

He chuckled as he starts to kiss my neck. He gave me no response but let out a few words, "Darling, are you ready for more?" He asked me, as he began to pepper more kisses on my neck.

"I guarantee you this is nothing. It's just casual." He murmured. I sucked in a breath, I nodded as he continued. "Y-Yeah. C-Casual." I hesitantly say as I let out a sigh.

It was a bad idea, calling you up. Was such a bad idea, I'm totally f#cked.

first chapter done?! :0 thank u for the support, especially if u came from my tiktok 💕

next chapter; Good Luck, Babe - Betty La