Fictional Character Imagine [Smut]

Otis Milburn

As Planned (Otis Milburn x Reader) //Sex Education
Credit to @onthepageoftears on tumblr

This was Eric's idea. You've been crushing on Eric's best friend, Otis, for quite some time now. You were slightly ashamed of it, mostly because you were too shy to talk to the boy, but also because you had never dated anyone before and always assumed he would like someone else. Eric tried to tell you otherwise, but you wouldn't listen. "He doesn't like me," you'd say, shaking your head. "And if he did, I wouldn't know how to talk to him anyway." That was when Eric told you about the new clinic. It was run by someone he knew, but he wouldn't tell you who. "They'll certainly help you with your problem." He smirked, and you assumed it was because he loved to tease you. But you decided to sign up for it, shamefully giving Maeve the money and scheduling your meeting in the most secluded place possible: the asbestos bathrooms. You didn't want the 'therapist' to see you, just in case this whole clinic thing was a sham. When you got to the bathrooms, it would be an understatement to say you were nervous. You waited in the stall like Maeve instructed, wiping your clammy hands on your pants. After a while, you heard the shuffling of shoes entering the stall next to you, a huff escaping from the person's lips. "Hello," they said, and the voice sounded a bit familiar, but you couldn't place why. You shook your head, assuming it was nothing. "How can I help you?" "Well..." you hesitated. Maybe this was a bad idea. "This is a safe space. You can tell me anything, and it will be confidential. I promise." The voice was soothing, and you decided whoever it was was right. You trusted Eric, after all, and if he recommended this to you you might as well give it a go. "I like this boy. He's in my grade, but I don't know how to talk to him. I don't even know if he likes me the same way, and I'm too embarrassed to ask." You took a deep breath, tapping your foot in anticipation of the 'therapist's' response. "Well, if you really like this person then you should tell them how you feel. Maybe you could do it subtly, so that if they like you back they'll respond the right way, but if they don't, they won't. That way, you won't get hurt or embarrassed." You quirked a brow, nodding your head. This guy was good. Maybe if you complimented Otis or insinuated something as a joke, you could see if he would reciprocate your flirting. You realized that the therapist couldn't see your nodding, and cleared your throat. "So what do you suggest?" "Well, if you don't mind, could you tell me who the person is? I could help you more if I knew what type of person we are dealing with." You bit your lip, unsure if that was a good idea. The dude on the other side of the stall was good so far, and it seemed like you could trust him. But what if it was all a ploy, and he went around telling everyone about your pathetic crush? Eric wouldn't suggest this if he knew it was bad, you thought, trying to ignore the silence in the bathroom. Besides, he said he knew the guy personally. That must count for something. "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to." The voice interrupted your thoughts, but you shook your head at his words. "It's okay. Um...it's Otis. Otis Milburn." The bathroom was silent again, and you waited for the boy's response. He must've been thinking of who it was. Otis was a shy boy, and not many people knew of him. You cleared your throat, thinking of the best ways to describe the boy. You paused, waiting for him to say something. When he still didn't respond, you found yourself talking. "He's got the most amazing blue eyes, and pale skin with dark hair-" "No, I know who it is. I just...you like Otis?" "Yeah." You frowned, looking to the stall wall as if you were looking at the boy. "Why? Is he a creep or something?" "No!" The boy yelled, making you jump. "I mean...no. But...why do you like him?" You frowned. "Um. Well, he's really cute. He does this thing when he's nervous, where he scratches the back of his neck. And he loves music. He's got the best taste. He's also just really interesting. I'm pretty sure his mom has a weird job as a-" You stopped, eyes widening with realization. You looked down under the stall of the bathroom, trying to see the boy next to you. All you could see were his shoes and pants, but you had a feeling something was off. "Otis?" "Yeah?" You stood up from the toilet seat, a gasp erupting from your lips. "I mean, not Otis. I'm not Otis!" By then, you were out of the stall, running through the door of the asbestos bathroom and trying not to look behind you. You couldn't believe it. Otis was the sex therapist? It made sense...it made so much sense. You couldn't believe you didn't see it before. "Wait!" You heard the call behind you, but you didn't look. You didn't want him to see you, especially after you said all that embarrassing stuff. Your luck ran out, though, when he caught up to you, grabbing your hand and turning you towards him. "Y/N?" He stared in disbelief, but you were already talking over him. "Oh my god I can't believe I fell for this. I swear to god I'm gonna kick Eric's ass-" "Eric?" Otis frowned, still recovering from what just happened. He placed his palms on his forehead, trying to put the pieces together. Eventually, he just ended up letting out an exasperated: "What?" You took a deep breath, trying to calm the undoubtable redness from your cheeks. "I told Eric that I liked you, but I didn't know how to ask you out. And he told me to come to the clinic to get help, which I now see was a setup." You hugged your arms around your waist, trying to avoid Otis' eyes. "I'm sorry this is so awkward." "Awkward?" Otis smiled, and you noticed the blush on his cheeks as well. "I...I made a fool of myself." You expected him to agree, to nod his head and say his goodbyes, ready to tell the whole school about your confession of love. Instead, he smiled warmly. "Who said you made a fool of yourself?"  You tilted your head, not believing his words. "You don't..." "I do." He scratched the back of his neck, blushing even harder. "I really do." "Oh." You stood there for a second, staring at him dumbly. You never thought this moment would ever happen, but here you were, standing in front of (a very cute) Otis, who just told you he liked you. "This is weird." You hadn't realized you said it out loud. "Yeah, kind of." He laughed, scratching his forehead with a single finger. "Do you want to...maybe...go on a date sometime?" "Yeah." You smiled, and after exchanging numbers with the boy, you didn't think you would ever stop smiling. And even though you had the urge to kick Eric's ass, you also had the urge to thank him.