Hush (Vanossgaming x reader)~COMPLETED~

Eyes Glued To You

°(Y/N) POV°

Tonight was the night.
Small children with pumpkin baskets and half-hearted decorations scatter the streets, and I shuffle uncomfortably in my black heels, picking at my fishnet stockings and adjusting my skin-tight, and quite revealing, onzie all while we wait for the party limo to pick us up.

"You look so... appealing." Luke stares at me through his dark red lace mask, and he reaches up to touch my cat ears.

I feel his fingers twirling into my hair and I flinch away from his touch, adjusting my onzie again. Craig stands with us to the other side of me, and he smiles gently, yet knowingly.

Just in time, the limo comes to a stop in front of us, and the driver does a double take to my outfit, making me look away when I see him wink at me.

Only Evans wink is charming...

The drive to the beach house is tense with stolen glances from both the drivers seat and the supposed "fiance" beside me, along with spine chilling, provocative whispers from Luke, and lustful stares from the driver, making me physically shrink in the back seat.
Craig only squeezes my hand momentarily, the reassurance easing the tension slightly.

Please be there Evan...

When we arrive, I thankfully take notice to more permiscuos costumes walking through the door, clutching the arms of their significant other.

Luke holds his arm out to me, and I hesitantly slip my hand around his bicep, feeling him flex slightly.

I mentally role my eyes and walk up the large white stone stares, and into two large dark wood doors.

The music blasting throughout the house is light and frisky, like a teenage love song, some heavy beats and a few suggestive lyrics leave the air with a sweet sixteen aura.

Luke steers me to a large table, where other men in simple black suits and masks turn their heads, glancing at Luke, but locking their eyes onto me.
I see Craig clench his jaw.

"Who's the kitten~" One man in a grey blindfold mumurs huskily, leaning foward in his seat, and I take notice to the Omega symbol in the middle of his blindfold.

I take a step behind Luke, and the men chuckle, while Luke simply turns back to me and smiles gently. His eyes are blank behind his dark red mask, and he adjusts the mask to sit atop his forehead.

Why does he have a masquerade mask on?

Luke sits down, and takes my hand.

"I want you to have one drink, look around, enjoy yourself, but not too much. If you need me, you know where to find me." He speaks carefully, but his grip on my hand says otherwise.
I quickly look to Craig, and he nods discreetly.

I nod my head, and when he lets go, I scurru to the bar, needing more than just one drink to survive tonight.

I only order a shot of Tequila, seems simple enough.
I down the shot, and a man comes up next to me, ordering the same thing.

He wears an owl mask, and I see his dark eyes gazing so intently at me.

"Excuse me sir, but your staring is quite a discomfort..." I try to avoid his gaze but his eyes have me captivated.

Who the hell-

"I though you wanted me to come rescue you from the party." His voice makes my heart skip, and I smile widely.

He removes his mask, and Evan smiles just as big, laughing as I nearly knock him over when I throw myself into his arms.

"Hey, I don't want you to get in trouble. Lets go the dance floor, way more crowded, and less space between us." He winks at me, and I blush furiously, smiling shyly.

"But, I-I can't dance..." I fidget with my fingers and he takes my hands in his.

"Just trust me. Besides, dancing isn't about logic, its about emotion. You have to feel the music, and your body will move on its own." He smiles and squeezes my hands, and I bite my lip, taking a deep breath and I nod.

He smiles wider and leads me to the middle of the crowd, the smell of alcohol, perfume and cheap fabric filling my nose.

The song that plays sends chills through me, and its a beat I've never heard, but dear lord, this was a very... sexy song...

Evan smiles gently at me, and he rests his hands in the middle of my waist.

I pause, the music sending a rush through me, and something shifts, be it the alcohol, or the electricity between us. Whatever it was, it made me move on my own, and I breath deep, feeling the adrenaline, and letting go.

The song is somewhat fast paced, but I keep up in perfect time, swaying my hips and rolling my waist. My hands bring my hair up, then run along my body, and I twirl, swaying and pressing my body into Evan, who keeps his eyes locked on me, his chest rising and falling faster as the beat picks up and I pull away from him.

I tease him, bringing our faces so close, feeling his breath brush against my lips, and I pull away before he can lean in, I run my hands through his hair, and he runs his hands over my body, gripping my waist, stroking my face, feeling my hair, wrapping around me from behind.

Its all instinct, desire, passion, rhyme and reason.
Its free and intoxicating, and it leaves us breathless and heated.

The molten feeling in my stomach ignites, and my heart races to a whole new rhythm, hormones and adrenaline mix to make a heady cocktail and I whimper when he grips my hips.

"Tell me." He whispers in my ear, and shiver, my hands clutching his shirt and my breathing heavy and uneven.

I barely realize the song finish, and Evan and I stand breathless with lustblown eyes raking over each other.

"Tell me what you want (y/n)..." He murmurs again, and I bite my lip.

"I-I want... you..." I whimper, pressing against him, and he wraps his arms around me.

"Are you sure?" He gazes at me, his lust pushed aside for genuine concern, and I practically fall in love all over again.

"If its you... then yes." I breath, my voice raspy with need and he nods, leading me off the dance floor.

Before we part from the people, he stands still and leans close to my ear.

"I need you to have Craig take you home. Tell Luke you're feeling ill, and that you don't want to disturb his time." With that, he disappears through the two front doors, and I'm left a shaking, heated mess.

I walk over to Luke, Craig standing beside him, and I rest my hand on Lukes shoulder.

"I-I don't feel so good... I think I'm getting sick... I'm gonna head home, but you can stay if you'd like. I don't want to cut your time short. I'll be okay." I murmur, my voice weak and quite convincing, and he narrows his eyes at me.

He furrows his eyebrows, and pouts like a child, sighing.

"Alright, get home safe, I'll be home by midnight, maybe a little later, depending on the current business deals." He turns to the men at the table who urge him to stay longer, and I leave, Craig walking me out and calling a limo to take me home.

TIME SKIP

When I get to the penthouse, Craig leads me directly to his SUV, and we drive to Evans house without a second wasted.

Before I know it, I'm in the elevator, walking out and approaching his door.

I only knock once before the door opens swiftly, startling me, and Evan urges me into his home.

I scurry in, and when I wander to his bedroom, the shyness is almost overwhelming.

I hear him come in, and he closes the door.

" (y/n)..." He speaks so carefully, and I look up at him.

"Evan..." I whimper, placing my hands shyly on his chest.

"Tell me, so I know its real... tell me what you want (y/n)." He wraps his arms around my waist, and the fire in my body rising by the second.

"You."