The Fooo Imagines

Oscar Imagine

"Ready to party?" your best friend asks as you walk into the building. Being the klutz you are, you immediately walk into someone. "Sorry," you quickly apologize. "It's okay babe, I wasn't looking," he replies, "can I buy you a drink?" he asks after. "Sure," you smile. "I'm Oscar by the way," he smiles a beautiful smile. "Y/N," you say shyly. Damn, he's attractive, you think to yourself.
After several drinks you start dancing with everyone else on the dance floor, looking at Oscar. Your eyes are locked on each other, except for when Oscar's eyes glance down to the very small dress you're wearing. You don't look at anyone else, you just keep looking at Oscar. He just sits there, watching you. You decide to try and get him to dance with you. You walk over to him and grab his hand and start pulling him to his feet. Oscar eventually gives up trying to fight you and stands from his seat and you know you've won. You basically start dancing like an idiot again; dancing like everyone else.

You're actually having a good time, even if it is with a random stranger you just met today. You keep dancing and you suddenly trip over your own feet, classic move. You start stumbling but Oscar catches your arm before you fall on your face or ass. He pulls you up and you just stay like this, looking into each other's eyes and you, occasionally, glancing down at his lips. You lean in slowly and kiss him. You don't know why you kissed him, you feel like you have to.

"Come with me," Oscar whispers lowly into your ear after he broke up the kiss. You follow him to the dark corner by the restrooms where no one can see you; it's far enough that it's not awkward. Oscar took advantage of the dark space and pinned you up against the wall, holding one of your wrists in each hand and holding them above your head. He presses his lips firmly to yours, he keeps his hold on your wrists and places your hands around his neck before he let go. You immediately started running your fingers through his soft, blonde hair. Before you can register what was happening, Oscar moved his hands to the backs of your thighs and lifted you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist as he continues to kiss you, moving his lips to your neck. His kisses became sloppy as he slowly moved from your neck back to your lips.
"What was that for?" Oscar asks after putting you down. His hand is covering the red spot you left on his cheek from slapping him. "I wanted you to stop but you kept attacking my face," you say. "Sorry, I just really like you." You blush. "Maybe we could try this again but our tongues not down each other's throats?" you giggle. "How about I take you to dinner next Friday night?" Oscar suggests. "I'd like that," you smile.