Magcon Imagines❤️

A late night swim

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"Come on, Y/ N," Connor calls from outside your door. His knocking persists as you don't respond.
Your reflection stares back at you as you grab a hair tie and pull your hair up into an updo. The lilac two piece you are wearing contrasts vividly against your caramel skin. A small cover up hangs loosely from your thin frame.
Connor and his O2L buddies are throwing this huge pool party at one of the members houses. However, Connor decided he couldn't miss the chance to drag his best friend from her cozy bedroom to force her to socialize and possibly publicly humiliate herself..
Fascinating story, really.
With a sigh, you mentally prepare yourself for disaster. You walk to the door and turn the knob.
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The car ride there is miserable.
Connor drives the car seeing as you "cannot be trusted behind the wheel", which means it takes twice as long to get to the party. A chilly breeze penetrates your skin harshly through your thin clothes.
Needless to say, you weren't feeling very peachy.
You instantly recognize the house when it comes into view. Music hums loudly from within, an assortment of lights painting the sky above. The thought of stepping into the party leaves a heavy feeling low in your belly.
Cars are littered out on the front of the house. Connor parks in a patch of grass on the further side of the house. You slip out of the car and lace your arm with Connor's.
He walks with you to the door, your body becoming more tense with every step. Connor leans down, the words "I won't let you out of my sight," gently caressing your ear. It gives you the courage to open the door and step into the madness.
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'Connor is such a liar,' you mentally groan. Your feet splash playfully in the water from your seat at the pool's edge. Connor had left over 30 minutes ago to "get some drinks". A sigh slips from your lips, your fingers playing with the drink by your side. After waiting for 15 minutes, you had slipped into the kitchen to grab some of red punch located of the island. You found yourself really hoping no one put any alcohol in it.
The music vibrates loudly in the air. You swear it feels like the music has sunken into your skin, an unpleasant pressure against your chest.
'Maybe the water will offer me some peace,' you think, beginning to strip out of your cover up. It falls into an ungraceful lump onto the floor. With a jump, only water surrounds you.
The water feels cool against your heated skin. Weightless, you effortlessly move through the water with powerful strokes.
You open your eyes, the lights in the pool dancing to the beat of the music. But it's not the lights that have caught your eyes' interest. No, it's the kaleidoscope eyes staring back at you, the various shades of blue glittering from their depths. They steal your breath, forcing you up for air.
Your emerge from the water, the air soothing the burning ache of your lungs. The boy follows, his hair flopping wetly across his forehead; a few strands obscure your view of his magnetic eyes.
"Sorry," tumbles from your soft lips before you can think. Your bottom lip is captured with your blunt teeth as you bite them nervously. A blush blooms on the apples of your cheeks, your eyes diverting from the boy to the water of the pool.
"Well," the boy begins, "I can find it in myself to forgive you if you give me just one dance." A mischievous grin light up his face in the dark.
You shift your head from side to side in search for somewhere to dance. "I don't see anywhere we could dance?"
A firm hand captures yours while another cradles gently at your hip.
"Who says we can't dance here?", the boy chuckles as he twirls you in a circle. "The name's Nash by the way."
Nash pulls you close, your nose tucked in the dip of his collar bone. The fading scent of his cologne waifs over you, driving your heart into a frenzy.
Dancing in the water seemed magical. It felt like you were in a daze, caught between consciousness and dreaming. The soft splash of the water against your waist was like a soft caress; it pushed you farther into Nash. As the music vibrated against you skin, you felt your body trying to merge with his.
Maybe love at first sight is real. Because there was no other way to describe the pull that was between you.
"My name is Y/ N," you whisper into the planes of his chest. The song was drawing to an end.
"Well Y/N," Nash bends down to your ear, "I hope to see you again."
With that, Nash dips you on the last beat of the song, his lips seeking the tenderness of your own.
Warmth spreads from from your fingers all the way to your toes. Your heart beats erratically against your ribcage in desperation to get to the man in front of you. Catcalls and wolf whistles ring in the air around you.
You both part, the hands that warmed your soul slip from your skin. Nash stares at you in astonishment. You smile bashfully before standing on your tiptoes an giving him a peck on the cheek. "You can get my number from Connor," you whisper against the shell of his ear. You give him one last smile before heading back into the party to look for Connor. Ricky and Sam greet Nash with congratulatory slap on the back and laughter.
If you look over your shoulder wistfully to get one more look at his broad smile one last time, no one needs to know.