Coming Down [G-Eazy]

Chapter XXXI

A/N: I can't believe that this fic has hit almost 73k reads and has almost 3k votes. It makes me so happy that people actually like reading what I write, and I really do mean that. Side note, it's late and I've only skimmed over this after writing it but I might try and edit it later lol. Vote/comment if you liked it, and thank you so much once again for reading! x

(Also, if anyone is interested and wasn't aware, I've started another fic and the first three parts are posted.)

"What are we going to do tonight?" I asked G as we lounged on his couch, my head on his lap as usual.

He chuckled a bit, switching off the television that was playing reruns of some show that neither of us were really watching, anyways. "Well, as much as I'd like to just stay in and fuck you, there's this party-"

I groaned, cutting him off before I sat up. "Seriously? I don't want to go to any parties."

"There's always a party once tour is done," he explained. "It'll be fun. Besides, it's not really a party. It's just a few of us going out."

"How about you just go, then?" I suggested. "And I know what your 'few of us' looks like, G."

"Lena," he was almost begging at this point, taking my face in his hands. "You gotta come. Please?"

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Fine, but you can't just leave me all by myself this time."

"Deal, but can you still get super drunk, though? That was fucking great," he laughed, and I smacked his chest with the back of my hand.

"Fuck off," I muttered.

He shook his head, moving to kiss me. "What? It was cute seeing you like that."

I pulled away just before his lips met mine, causing him to groan in frustration.

"What time does this party start?" I changed the subject.

He shrugged, still trying to kiss me. "Whenever, really. Probably try to be there for ten-ish. Now let me fucking kiss you."

I smirked, finally allowing his lips to meet mine. "I guess we should probably start getting ready, then."

"Hmmm, maybe in a bit," he spoke, moving so he was over me. "We've still got time."

"G," I protested as his lips moved to my neck. "Stop it."

"I'm not gonna be able to stop thinking about taking you the whole time if we don't now," he mumbled, his teeth sinking in.

"I swear you're a teenaged boy sometimes," I muttered as he chuckled against my skin. "And don't you dare give me a hickey."

He stopped, shifting his mouth to my lips instead. "Sorry."

"Mhmm," I mumbled against his lips before he broke the kiss momentarily, his attention flickering to the clock on the wall.

"We've still got time to fuck quick..." his gaze settled on me expectantly.

I shook my head, grabbing the back of his neck. "Fine. Only because I know you won't shut the fuck up about it."

He smirked, tugging my shirt over my head. "You got that right."

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At about quarter to eleven, we arrived where the party was being held, and I groaned when I realized it was at a club.

"What's wrong?" he asked me when he noticed how unamused I was.