Bully characters x reader (oneshots)

Charity Ball (Gord Vendome x reader)

x male (unless you overlook a couple things)
Word Count: 1220

As requested by RhettSpidermanRose

A/N - Sorry it isn't smut, I tried. I didn't want to not write anything for you though.

"Ooh okay. How about this one?" Gord grinned, holding up yet another neck tie for my opinion. He was way too enthusiastic about it too, damn near jumping. He's such a stereotypical gay for being bisexual. I don't understand what he ever saw in that cheap whore Lola.

"Ew no. You look like my grandpa," I looked around, grabbing a plain dark purple silk tie, "here." I shoved it at him.

He raised an eyebrow, "you know how you always say I'm a 'stereotypical gay' because of my love for fashion? You could really use a hint of that for being the only complete homosexual in the room." He tossed the tie back down, disgust covering his features.

I smirked, stepping in closer and running my hand lightly across the hickies I had left on his neck last night, "I have good enough fashion sense," I whispered, "it matches your neck."

I grinned victoriously as a blush spread across his face.

He turned back around to go through the rest of the ties, "that's not even funny, my entire family will be at the ball."

I leaned against a clothes rack, "ugh. And remind why I'm being dragged along? Your family doesn't know about us, do they? And why is it called a ball? That's so outdated." I whined causing Gord to chuckle.

He looked back over to me, contemplating what tie I should wear, "I dislike them as much as you do," he held a tie up to my chest, shaking his head and continuing his search, "and of course they don't know about us."

I leaned in with an amused smile, "are you embarrassed of me?"

"Don't be stupid. You know how they are," he held a light blue tie up to my chest and smiled ear to ear, "perfect!"

"Okay, can we leave now?" I groaned.

He scowled at my impatience, "yes. We can. I don't know why I bring you with me, you're such a downer."

"I don't know why you do either. Most importantly why I agree to," I looked at the tie he chose as he handed both to the cashier, "all this time and you went with the classic red. You have officially wasted an hour of my life." I huffed as he paid.

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"Oh my! You look stunning Y/n!" Gord praised as he finished straightening my suit jacket, looking me over in awe.

"Do I look bangable?" I joked, raising my eyebrows and smirking at Gord.

"You always do" he had a sexual tone as he patted my cheek. His expression quickly went to slight disgust, "even if you dress like a homeless old man half the time."

I completely ignored his comment, turning to see myself in the mirror. The suit fit perfectly, and I didn't look like an old man at a funeral like I had expected. I actually looked amazing.

"I'd bang me" I whispered before turning around.

Gord shook his head in disappointment as he fixed my tie one last time, "let's go."

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I walked around the overcrowded ballroom, in search of Gord. We'd been separated for at least a half hour.

A perky and very attractive blonde made her way over to me, "hey! I haven't seen you around," she looked me over with a smirk, "wanna grab a drink?"

I smiled apologetically as I flagged down a waiter, "sorry honey, you aren't really my type." I grabbed my fifth glass of overly-expensive champagne from the waiters tray, quickly downing half of it. She huffed, turning on her heel and walking off.

I let out a quick laugh before spotting Gord. I speed walked over to his side as he talked to a old lady that was dressed up a little too much.

Gord looked over at me and shot me a look that clearly said 'behave'.

The old lady looked at Gords neck, "oh who's the lucky young lady Gordie."

I choked on my drink as Gord blushed. He probably wouldn't have if it wasn't for me, but hey. I wasn't expecting that.

"Who's your friend?" She glanced over at me, trying to hide her disgusted expression.

"Y/n" I held out my hand, which she hesitantly shook.

"This is my grandmother" Gord introduced. I mentally slapped myself a dozen times in the face. How could I not piece that together?

"Aren't you a bit too young to be drinking" she raised a brow.

I smiled, "special occasions, y'know?"

She nodded, clearly not pleased with my answer.

"Okay, it was nice seeing you" Gord hugged his grandma, pulling me away as soon as she turned away.

"She seems nice" I laughed nervously as he shot me a hateful glare, "where we goin 'Gordie'?" I laughed at my own words.

"How much have you had to drink Y/n?" He questioned.

I mumbled, "not enough..."

When we finally stopped, Gord opened a door, quickly looking around for people before shoving me in.

"Ooh nice bathroom" I smirked, "quickie?"

"No you imbecile" he was angry.

"Why are you mad babe?" I rested my hands on his hips.

"Your behavior is unexceptional!" He exclaimed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Awe, don't be that way" I pulled him closer until our bodies were less than an inch apart.

"Will you start behaving?" He asked quietly, staring at my lips.

"Do you really want me to?" I whispered in his ear seductively.

He wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me in for a passionate kiss.

I smiled at how easily I could change his mind, pinning him to the wall as the kiss got rougher. He let out a moan as his back slammed against the wall.

I started slowly trailing kisses from his jawline to his neck as I unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down.

He pushed my back against a cabinet, causing me to grunt at the impact. He hurriedly unbuttoned my shirt as he kissed my lips lustfully.

I quickly switched our positions, slamming him against the cabinets in one quick movement.

I smirked, biting his neck as I started palming him through his boxers. He started moaning loudly as I left love bites down his jawline.

Just as I started creeping my hand into his underwear, the door swung open. It was his grandma, her jaw dropped.

We quickly separated, him pulling his pants up and me fumbling with my buttons.

"Oh my! I-I thought you were hurt Gord," her voice was shaky and her face was pale, "w-what's going on? I-I..." She hurriedly walked off.

Gords face was flushed as we looked at eachother, "how am I going to explain this?!" He gripped onto his hair with both hands, obviously stressed.

"I don't know, but you might want to go find her before she has a heart attack" I said concerned, honestly not trying to be a smartass. He shot me a hateful glare before realizing I was sincere and nodding. He ran off as I finally finished with my last button.

What a mess. Luckily she walked in when she did, any later and we would've witnessed a death. I heard multiple people screaming at eachother across the ballroom, two of which being Gord and his grandmother.

Another glass of champagne sounds good right about now.