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Title: One Very Bad Oh So Good Drunken Decision DUO {What’s Done In The Dark}{1}***

Alfie Enoch x Brother’s Best Friend Reader AU

Words: 7.7k

Warning: Cursing, Comedy, 18+ Mature Content, Excessive Alcohol Use, Weed Use, NSFW, SMUUTT, PLENTY OF WORDS, Drunken Antics,

Summary: You, Alfie and your brother Bash grew up together. He was always known as your second brother, with your relationship mimicking that of siblings. However, after one bad good drunken decision things get done in the dark.

Notes: Here we go again! This will be two parts. 😊 There is some Portuguese in here. Hopefully, the translation is correct, and Google didn’t do me wrong. If it is wrong, I apologize.

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��Last night was so annoying,” Ferraz huffed as she dropped down onto your bed with her drink in hand. Her long dark hair fluttered around her like a veil made from the finest silks.

“I know.”

You rolled your eyes as you took a sip of your own homemade watermelon and pineapple prosecco mixer.

“Like, how did he know we were going to be there anyway?”

Roxanna’s questioning eyes were on you. It was like she thought you had the answers. You didn’t. You didn’t know how he’d known you’d be there; he didn’t know how he even found you in that massive crowd.

“Does he have a tracker on your phone?”

This time all your friends’ eyes landed on you. The weight of all three pairs of eyes on you made you crack. You quickly grabbed your phone and scrolled through your apps double checking if there was a tracker that he’d—your twin brother’s best friend who both of you had grown up with doing everything under the sun with—had secretly installed one.

From the beginning you, Bash, and Alfie had been inseparable. Not only were you neighbors but your mothers were best friends since high school who’d done everything together. The same was the case for you, Bash, and Alfie. You were thick as thieves since preschool and practically inseparable through elementary school. When middle school started Bash and Alfie’s friend circle increased in the male population while yours in the female population. Though you didn’t spend every waking moment together, you often hung out.

The summer before sixth grade was the summer you grew boobs and with the emergence of said boobs was the beginning of your experience with the male gaze and treatment. While it was an interesting year for you where many days often ended with you having an arm full of little presents and secret admirer letters, for your brother and Alfie it resulted in weekly trips to the principal’s office and many, many poor boys in the nurse's office with bloody noses and black eyes.

That resulted in them hanging out with you and your friends a lot more. Your friends were overjoyed because two of the hottest guys in school were always eating lunch with them, waiting outside of their classes to pick you up and walk you to your next, walking home with them and hanging out around town together. In high school, your dating life was practically nonexistent. Ninety percent of guys were too afraid of Bash, Alfie the entire football and baseball teams to dare approach you to ask you out and five percent didn’t want to deal with your two overprotective “brothers”. That left the less desirable five percent, the real bad boys and super students who would rather do homework, play videogames, or work on tech than date a girl.

By college, you were finally able to break free. You’ve chosen the university that was the furthest from home at the last minute so neither Bash or Alfie could get wind of it and choose your college as theirs. That resulted in you going to Stanford while your brother and Bash went to MIT. While you were overjoyed, they weren’t and no matter how hard they tried to change their choice it never worked. You didn’t hide your joy, you rubbed it in every chance you got. It was a curse in disguise as a blessing.

The culture and vibe of Stanford didn’t fit you one bit. While you easily stayed on top of your studies even adding on extra classes you could never mesh with the preppy sort of stuck-up vibe of the university and the people around you. There you had much more of a dating life, even the event of losing your virginity to a good guy, probably the only one you meshed well with; however, the rest of the guys weren’t really your style. It never worked out. So, after a year and a half you found yourself transferring to MIT. Instead of them following after you, you’d followed them.

Throughout college you maintained your connection and they’d even found a moderate balance between overprotectiveness and sibling protective. They still hounded any guy who showed you interest but they weren’t throwing punches unless someone deserved it. Which meant every breakup resulted in them threatening or punching your ex, either it was for being stupid enough to break up with you or not being good enough to be with you. At MIT, was when you kicked it up to show them how it felt. Any girlfriend or one nighters always got your death glare and a mildly psychotic warning not to break their heart. That had never happened though, every breakup was always initiated by Alfie or Bash. You found yourself being the shoulder the girls cried on while begging you to help them get back together.

Once out of college, and several years of hard work, the three of you were finally settled in your own respective careers. You a Jr VP venture capitalist at an all-female fund whose goal was to get more women owned businesses on the Forbes 500 list and Alife and Bash as co-owners of their own Tech and App company. The meddling in your personal life had leveled out to a slight annoyance. You’d gotten them to understand that your life was your own to live and them butting in all the time was not helping you. You also threatened to cut them out of your life if they didn’t cut the shit which is what you did for a whole month when they’d overstepped their brotherly boundaries and was what Roxanna, Ferraz and Judelka thought was the wake-up call.

They’d gone from seeing you all the time to not at all. You’d taken it so far as to block their numbers and rearrange your entire daily and weekly schedules to avoid them. After that they shaped up and began respecting boundaries. That was why you were utterly confused by Alfie’s actions for the last month. He’d been everywhere you were—everywhere. He showed up at your gym in the morning rather than nighttime like he preferred, come to your nightly jog session, been at your supermarket, your chosen restaurants, bars and clubs whenever you were there and even been spotted at the same places you were at while you were on dates. Every time he made himself known and each time, he’d played the domineering and intimidating brother role to any potential love interest.

“There is no app,” you said placing your phone down after scrolling through your apps three times.

“You sure? He does have an app company, Y/N,” Judelka voiced.

“He could be masking it,” Ferraz added.

“No, he wouldn’t do that to me. He knows that would be a major breach of privacy and my trust,” you said shaking your head confident Alfie wouldn’t pull that on you.

The four of you sat there wracking your brains trying to understand how he’d been everywhere. The other night was the worst. Every time you went to the bar, he was a few seats away sipping a drink. If you were on the dancefloor, he was a few feet away watching. When someone approached trying to get closer, he found a way to get in between you and them. The four guys who’d tried to give you their number he’d blocked. You were sure it was him who’d convinced the guys who had approached to claim you were their girlfriend and start a fight. It was too far and by 2am you knew there was no point in staying. When you confronted him, he always feigned innocence and claimed it was pure coincidence you ended up at the same place.

“Maybe--,” Ferraz began only to stop when all eyes were on her.

“Maybe?”

“Maybe he--,” she began again.

“For the love of god, spit it out Ferraz!”

“Maybe he’s in love with you.”

You choked on the sip of your cocktail and damn near spilled the entire thing in an effort to put the glass down. Roxanna lurched for you and patted your back immediately getting into doctor mode. It took a few minutes and a sip of water for you to stop coughing.

“Oh fuck no!”

“What!”

“Eww, Ferraz, that’s Alfie. He’s my brother for fuck’s sake!”

“Actually,” Judelka began stretching the word. “He’s definitely not your bother. You share no blood.”

Your face scrunched in disgust as you felt the water you just sipped coming up.

“You’re disgusting.”

“What! You share no blood; your parents are not his parents. His last name is Enoch yours is Y/L/N. Completely different. Ancestery.com would not find any connection with your DNA. He’s not your brother,” she stressed.

While Ferraz and Roxanna looked to be giving her words more thought your face scrunched more and more.

“I mean technically she’s right, Y/N. He’s not your actual brother and you’re not his sister. He could be in love with you. I’ve heard stories of lifetimes friends realizing decades later that they’ve loved the other the whole time,” Ferraz said.

You sprang to your feet. “No!” you shivered trying to stave off the thought. “No. He does not—he’s not—eeck! He may not be my brother by blood, but we grew up that way. Eww, guys he’s seen everything, my acne, my flat chest, then my new boobs then new ass and my period, oh god. No, just not!”

You dropped back into your seat unsure why you’d stood in the first place.

“Okay.”

Silence stretched for a few minutes and in those minutes, you took plenty of gulps from your cocktail. After a few minutes, Judelka’s voice emerged again.

“Can we all at least agree that he is finer than fine?”

Ferraz and Roxanna both nodded.

“Alfie has always been hot. He’s tall, sleek, sexy and those dimples---uugh.”

Your head snapped to Ferraz. It wasn’t shock you were experiencing; they’d voiced plenty of times how hot they thought he and Bash were.

“You have to admit it, Y/N. You’ve had plenty of women at your job ask about them and even a few have thrown themselves at them only to be turned down. The last girl I heard Alfie being into was years ago like fresh out of college,” Roxanna said.

You went back to sipping your drink refusing to take part in the conversation. It was so interesting over the years you never felt uncomfortable listening to women voice their attraction to them. Matter of fact, it always humored you because you’d seen everything, you saw all the girlfriends and the one-night stands. You knew everything about them, every favorable and unfavorable trait they possessed. You also knew their potential if they ever met the right woman.

“Maybe he’s still nursing a broken heart,” Judelka guessed.

Alfie’s last steady girlfriend, Vanessa, was four years ago. Though not many knew, she’d done a number on him. Not only was she controlling and super problematic she proved to be a gold digger as well after scamming nearly two hundred thousand dollars from him throughout their relationship. It was a relationship that she didn’t have the decency to officially end before getting caught bent over a balcony by the owner of a rival tech start up who’d had beef with Alfie for years. It broke him but what broke her was when Alfie and Bash’s company made it huge raking in millions while her new “trophy” got indicted for intellectual theft & fraud. He'd been caught stealing ideas regarding apps and tech from rival companies. He was now serving twenty to twenty-five in prison which left her penniless after he stole what she’d scammed from Alfie. When she tried to come back you were the one to beat her ass, something Alfie had prevented you from doing when you’d first found out what she’d done to him.

Was it possible he was still heartbroken over Vanessa? When you reached for your phone to send him a message, one came in.

MSG Alfie: Wanna catch a movie?

MSG: Tonight?

MSG Alfie: Unless you got plans.

You could use it to check on him and gauge if he was really okay.

MSG: Okay. I’ll meet you at the theater.

MSG Alfie: I’ll pick you up.

MSG: It’s okay Alfie. I can get there on my own. You can drive me home.

MSG Alfie: Okay.

MSG: Gimme 40.

~~~~~~~~

When you got out of the taxi almost an hour later, you hurried inside the theater knowing you were late. Unlike your brother, Bash, Alfie never made a huge deal about your lateness to almost everything. He always shrugged it off. When you got inside you spun around trying to find him. When you did, he was sitting in a lounge chair with his phone in hand and eyes glued to it. He looked like he’d just left the office, which was probably true, the man was a workaholic. You stood in front of him and decided to wait to see how long it took for him to notice you. After two whole minutes Alfie’s head rose to meet your eyes. A slow smile spread across his lips and then the dimples took over.

Unexpectedly, your stomach clenched making your smile falter and you take a step back. When he stood to his full height, he towered over you.

“Still always late? I don’t know how you haven’t gotten fired yet,” he joked with a shake of his head.

“Shut up. maybe I’m late on purpose. It does take time getting this flawless.”

Alfie snorted then bent to the seat where he picked up a bucket of popcorn and a mega large cup. A sentimental smile stretched across your face.

“Is that razzle dazzle cherry limeade?”

“You know it. What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t get you your favorite movie drink?”

“Some brother, you forgot my butter--.”

“Finger bites?”

Alfie pulled a large box of your favorite snack out of his trench coat pocket shutting you up. Pinching your lips together, you turned your back to him.

“Uh-huh. I do love shutting you up. Let’s go. I chose the movie and it’s not some lovey-dovey rom-com,” he said walking ahead of you leading the way.

Once you’d found the theater, then your seats and settled, you both pulled out your phones to check if you’d missed any messages or emails. With his company he was always working and with yours, someone always needed something, if you missed ten minutes you missed a lot. After following up with Anita, the co-CEO of the company you worked for, regarding one of your high-profile projects, you looked over Alfie who was still glued to his phone. He looked focused but not distressed. You had to figure out a good way to breech the topic. After a minute or two of contemplation, you cleared your throat.

“Hey Alfie.”

“Hmm,” he replied not taking his eyes off his screen.

“How are you?”

“Fine.”

Again, he was not looking at you. you waited until he realized you were staring at him. It didn’t take long. When his eyes met yours, his brow crooked. “What?”

“Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“Are you okay—really?”

He studied you for a few moments with complete confusion on his face. “Uh—yeah. Besides some major deadlines approaching and a few launch dates that I need to make sure go off without a hitch I’m good.”

Slowly, you nodded and turned to the movie screen.

“Are you—okay?”

You nodded as well then reached for some popcorn.

“I have a question though.”

“What?”

“Why have you been everywhere I’ve been for the last month?”

Alfie snapped his head forward then raised the cup to his lips.

“We don’t live too far from each other. It’s normal to go to the same places.”

“Bullshit. You don’t go to the gym in the morning, you prefer late at night. You don’t jog outside you prefer the treadmill. You also hate Shanti and Luxum, you said the DJs and vibe is always off. Tell me the truth.”

Alfie sighed then took a handful of popcorn.

“Alfie!”

“Bash asked me to make sure you were good while he was gone. I’m trying to do that.”

“You can do that without being under my ass. Did you pay off those guys at the club to cockblock?”

He snorted then pinched his lips trying to stifle his laugher. Unable to, he turned his head from you and released it.

“Asshole!”

You slapped his arm in the process with full strength. He didn’t even flinch.

“It’s not funny.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not. Alfie what have I told you about interfering in my life like that? I swear I’ll drop your ass again without remorse.”

The look he gave you was unexpected. It wasn’t a fearful one or an apologetic one, it was more daring. Was he daring you, calling your bluff?

“You don’t think I would? I’ve done it before, and it was easy.”

“Those guys were douches anyway. You don’t meet quality men in clubs like that. It has a reputation for attracting assholes,” Alfie explained.

“Which is why you were there. You should have felt right at home.”

“I’m not going to apologize for steering you from a mistake. I will apologize if you feel like I overstepped.”

It wasn’t an apology. He didn’t feel he overstepped.

“You do know my mistakes are mine to make, right?”

“I do, but if I can help you make one less and avoid the things I’ve been through then I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Your stomach clenched again. His heart was in the right place, you knew that, but you were still frustrated.

“Alfie, I love you for trying to protect me, I really do. I’m lucky to have you and Bash as brothers, I know, but how am I supposed to date if you’re scaring everyone away?”

He scowled at you as he clenched his jaw. You knew the move. He had plenty more to say but he was holding himself back. Sighing, he looked back to the screen and at that moment the lights dimmed, and the screen came to life with the theater’s intro. Any more conversation would have to wait. As expected, he’d picked a guns blazing, blood spilling action movie. It wasn’t bad at all. You laughed and chatted as you normally did. Even though you were frustrated with him, and he was probably frustrated with you, neither of you allowed it to show. It never impacted how you interacted. It was a comfort at this point.

After the movie, you went to one of the best restaurants in town and talked about what was going on with each other’s work each actively listening and showing genuine interest. Every time he talked about the company you always felt proud of him. He and Bash had worked their asses off hell bent on never working for anyone and deciding to only make apps they would be interested in that would also help people. The fact that they’d achieved their goal had you feeling like you were the one whose hard work had paid off tenfold.

By 2 am, he had you at your door, safe and sound.

“I’m sorry.”

You didn’t speak, instead you waited for him to continue. It took a minute, but he did.

“I don’t mean to overstep—I never mean to do that. I’m sorry if it feels like I’m butting in.”

You waited, expecting him to add “but I just want to protect you” however, it never came. Glancing at him, you found his eyes on the neon lights of his speedometer.

“That’s it?”

He nodded.

“Wow. Um—th—thank you for the apology.”

You reached over and put your hand on his that was resting on the stick gear. Alfie looked to your hand then at you.

“I know you mean well, and I know you have my back no matter what, just like I had your back when I beat Vanessa’s ass until she needed new plastic surgery.”

Alfie snorted then laughed tipping his head back. It was then you knew he wasn’t still nursing any broken heart. It may still hurt, but not because he still loved her, it was because she’d made him look like a fool. It was his pride he was nursing, not his heart.

“I’ll back off,” he said. “And to prove it I’m taking you to the good spot tomorrow night, you and your friends.”

“My friends? You sure you can handle a night of being objectified?”

“Can you handle a night of watching me be objectified?”

“God, you sure know how to bring the thirsties to the yard,” you teased.

Alfie cocked a brow then smirked making his dimples appear deeper than ever. That was how he caught his fish. “I get it from my daddy.”

You laughed and shook your head before slapping his shoulder and getting out the car.

“Night.”

He waved then watched as you made it inside.

~~~~~~~~

“Woooooooooo!”

Everyone clanked their shot glasses together before knocking them back. The lemon and grapefruit flavors filled your mouth as the burn engulfed your tongue.

“Oh my god, that was lemon grapefruit!”

Everyone cheered as they got the signal you’d guessed right. Laughing, you jumped up and down. You’d guessed every single one right. You’d even lost track of how many shots you’d had or how long you’d been at the bar with a crowd surrounding you.

“Looks like you have a good tongue,” a good-looking guy on your right said.

On your left you heard a deep gruff. You knew it was Alfie without looking, but he didn’t speak or make a move. The man who’d said it averted his eyes, but he didn’t move away.

“Next round. Who’ll challenge her?”

“I got this,” Alfie said.

“Ooooh. You’re in trouble. Alfie holds the record here. His taste buds are better than yours,” the bartender shouted.

You raised your eyebrow as you looked at him. “Oh, is that right? Your tongue is better than mine?”

“I don’t wanna brag but--.”

You rolled your eyes then turned to him giving your full attention. “I accept the challenge.”

His smile was wide as if he already expected your defeat. His competitiveness matched yours and anyone who knew you knew you’d never go down without a fight. The bartenders behind the bar began working on mixing up flavored shots in various shot glasses while you and Alfie evil eyed each other.

“What do I get when I win?”

“If you win. What do you want?”

“You to officially take your nose out of my dating life and--,” your eyes dipped to his neck where the gold and diamond chain rested. He always wore it, smirking you continued, “That chain.”

Alfie’s eyebrow rose. He knew just why you wanted it--because it was his. You smiled widely waiting for him to raise to the challenge.

“You want this?”

He raised it between his fingers, and you nodded. “I win, its mine.”

Alfie scoffed. “What do I get?”

“What do you want?”

“That silver sequin dress.”

Your eyes bugged and when they did, he smiled in the most mischievous way. He knew that was your favorite dress and he knew you loved to wear it to irk him and Bash because it brought all the boys to your yard. It was the dress you were currently wearing.

“I get to rip it to shreds. Dare to play?”

Narrowing your eyes, you held out your hand for his. When he placed his hand in yours, you shook it and squeezed. “I know that chain will look good with my silver sequin dress,” you added before pulling your hand back.

The bartenders placed the first shot glass in front of you both. Alfie readied his hand at the same time you did. When you both heard the “go” you grabbed the glass and knocked it back. Ignoring the burn, you searched for the flavors.

“Ew, grape,” you shouted first.

When you got the indication that you’d won that round everyone cheered. Alfie nodded and clapped his hands.

“I gave you that one. Let’s go!”

Glass after glass was placed in front of you and you gulped every single one down trying to out shout him. The first six or so were easy but as the flavors piled on top of each other and the liquor began to take effect Alfie began to sneak up on your lead. He barely looked phased. You didn’t know how he didn’t need a liver transplant yet. He and Bash had always partied hard while keeping you sheltered. When you’d gotten to Stanford, you made up for the time lost and then at MIT you kept the same pace as they did but you doubted your tolerance was up to par with them.

Sure enough by the time the glasses began to pile up you were seeing doubles and hearing multiple echoes, hell even the lights were beginning to blind you. The score was now tied, and your tongue was practically numb. Across from you, Alfie looked almost the way you felt.

“Ready—to—give up little sister?”

His words were slurred. You rolled your eyes, “You are only—threeeeeee weeeeeeks olderrrrrr.”

You cringed hearing how your words slurred a hell of a lot more than his.

“Come on don’t beee a sore looooseerrr,” Alfie shouted.

Both of you began laughing together hearing how ridiculous you sounded.

“Tie?”

You shot up and stumbled. A pair of strong arms held you.

Alfie shot up across from you too. He swayed but stayed upright.

“Hands off! Get your hands off my sisssssteer!”

The arms released you so quick you swayed as you grabbed for the bar to steady yourself. “Hell no tie,” you shouted.

“No tie!”

“Treeee threeee more. Winner want all,” you said.

“Takessssss all, Y/N.”

You snorted then giggled as you shook your head trying to get your head in the game.

The bartender placed three shots in front of each of you. “Go.”

You didn’t move, and neither did Alfie.

“Go.”

Again, neither of you moved.

“Go, Y/N!”

You lurched forward and grabbed one and knocked it back. You couldn’t taste anything. “Red—it red.”

Laugher erupted around you.

“Pink. It’s pink, bubblegum,” Alfie shouted.

“Nope!”

You dipped your tongue into the glass trying to get every drop. “It red—it—apple!”

“Yes!”

You laughed but Alfie grabbed his second glass as you did.

“Ch—cheatoooooo!”

You grabbed your glass and gulped it.

“Pineapple,” you both shouted at the same time.

“Yes!”

You glared at each other and quickly took the last shot. This one almost made everything come back up. You fought the urge to puke and tried to focus on the taste.

“Toothpaste. Eeck! Mint.”

“Yes! Y/N wins!”

Cheers erupted around you but instead of celebrating you dropped into your seat and your head dropped to the bar. “I win.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Y/N? Hey!”

You opened your eyes and looked around as everything slowly came into focus. Alfie’s face was the one in front of you. “Alfie.”

“You’re drunk. Let’s get you home,” Roxanna said as she and Ferraz helped you up. In front of you, Alfie staggered out the door to the sidewalk. The sight made you giggle. Once outside you took a deep breath and sighed. “We go home, I won,” you said looping your arm through Alfie’s.

“Yeah, yeah.”

The next thing you knew you were crawling into the back of a taxi with Alfie behind you.

“Are you sure you can manage her? You’re drunk too,” Judelka said.

“I’m fine. She’s a terrible drunk and will cause trouble. I’ll take her,” he said as you cuddle close to him.

“I’m not drunk!”

You heard laughter but soon the sound of the wind drowned it out. The cool breeze beat against your face helping to clear some of the haze in your head. By the time you got to Alfie’s place you both were singing some nursery rhyme and doing hopscotch through his lobby not caring who wanted to look. The elevator buttons posed a problem and the two of you proceeded to push every button then laughing like children when the doors opened on each and every floor.

When it finally opened on the 50th floor, you both were on the ground. Rather than standing again you both crawled out then used the wall to shimmy up.

“Why did you drink so much?”

“You drink so much,” you countered. He had some nerve. “You sore loser!”

“Shhhh!”

“You shhhh!”

Both of you went back and forth trying to make the other shush all the way to his door. Once he opened it, you both staggered through. You’d been there so many times you knew your way around with your eyes closed. Once in the living room, you kicked your feet sending your heels in different directions. Both of you laughed at the sound of something breaking.

“You break you buy!”

“Shhh!”

You flung your bag and again the sound of something shattering followed. You staggered to the large window and stared out at the full moon. Somehow it looked larger than life.

“Wooooow!”

You pressed your hands to the cool glass and stared in wonderment. “Alfie look!”

He came up beside you and stared at it too. Neither of you spoke for a several moments. It looked like the milky white of the moon was twinkling. When you looked at him, he was staring at you.

“What?”

“That fucking dress.”

You snorted then giggled and walked to the couch before toppling over the back and landing on the cushions.

“Mmm, bed.”

“Not bed. Couch. Come.”

Alfie came around but knocked into something as if he didn’t know it was there when it was his place. Grunting, he climbed over the back of the couch then sat beside you. He took a few breathes then stood. “Come.”

You didn’t move.

“No. I like this bed.”

“Y/N come on.”

He bent and the next thing you knew you were thrown over his shoulder. His arms held you right at your upper thighs. As he walked you slapped his back over and over.

“Giddy up horsey! Go horsey! Woooo!”

You giggled the entire time he walked. When you felt the softness of sheets underneath you, you moaned.

“Mmm, soft.”

As you cuddled deeper into the sheets, you moaned inhaling his scent that was enmeshed in every fiber of the material you were cocooned in. Something rough scraped your arms making you groan. You brought your hands to your chest and began tugging. “Uuugh, rough. Off. Off!”

“You are such a horrible drunk. You turn into a baby.”

“I’m not a baby. I grown,” you said while still trying to free yourself from your confines.

He snorted. “Whatever. Stay still.”

You didn’t and fell back onto the bed. A heavy weight landed on top of you making you open your eyes. You smiled then brought your fingers to his face.

“I’m not the baby. You are. You have dimples to prove it.”

You dug your pointers into his dimples. They were impossibly deep. “Is this how you trap women?”

He snorted then lifted off of you.

“I don’t trap anyone.”

You lifted yourself up then continued to fuss with your clothes. “They willingly fall for those dimples and deep eyes and—” your movements stilled as you looked over his face. “And those full lips, chiseled jaw.” You splayed your fingers across his face feeling each of the details you’d just listed. “You’re—you’re handsome.”

Alfie snorted. “Shocked.”

“I am.”

You both stared at each other for a few moments then you smiled before dropping back to the bed. “It’s your face. I see it now.”

Alfie snorted then stood. “Open your mouth, this will help you sleep.”

You obeyed and opened your mouth. When you felt a pill drop inside you sat up and took the sip from the bottle Alfie held out. “Mmm.”

The rattling continued then a gulp. “Go to sleep.”

You watched him take a few steps from you and something had you lurching for his hand. When you held it, he stopped and looked at you.

“What?”

“Stay.”

“No. You sleep bad. I don’t want a black eye.”

You giggled and held his hand tighter. “It was one time. I promise no kick no punch.”

He didn’t move.

“Pwetty pwease. Pwetty, pwetty pwease with a chewee.”

He snorted then shook his head.

“Fine, but there will be a barrier and the second you cross it I’m kicking you out.”

You smiled again, but your smile slipped the second you saw him unbuttoning his shirt. At the first sight of his skin, you couldn’t look away. Instead, you watched him undress down to his men’s tank. Keeping his pants on he walked around to the left side of the bed and got in. Before he lied down, he placed a few pillows between your bodies.

“No punch, no kick,” Alfie said again.

You nodded then imitated a stiff stick. Both of you lied there stiff and still for several long moments. You shifted onto your left side then right before going back on your back. When none of those gave you comfort, you flipped onto your stomach then screamed into the pillow.

“What? Uncomfortable?”

You nodded. “I need my body pillow.”

“You still need that?”

You sat up onto your calves and heels then pouted. You could feel the tears.

“Oh god, come here lil’ baby.”

You scurried across his king-sized bed and kicked the pillows away getting close enough to lay your head on his chest.

“Better?”

You nodded and moaned snuggling closer until your entire side was pressed against his. Even then you weren’t comfortable. Flinging your leg over both of his, you nestled yourself closer.

“Y/N.”

“Sorry.”

A few moments passed but you groaned. “Wait.”

Turning your back to him, you grabbed his arm and wrapped yourself in them while wiggling closer. When you were firmly pressed against him and his arms tight around you, you sighed.

“Good?”

You nodded.

“Who knew you were little spoon,” he whispered.

“You make a good big spoon.”

The two of you settled and fell silent. His body felt good behind you. Somehow, he always had a way of making you feel safe and sound. It was a feeling you came to crave when you weren’t around him. Alfie adjusted himself and the new angle sent his nose right onto your neck and his hand down your arm to rest right at your waist.

“You smell nice,” you said.

“You too,” he moaned taking a deep whiff at your neck.

“You feel good.”

His hand flexed at your waist. “You too—so good,”

The deepness of his voice had your eyes opening and the feel of his hand moving to your hip made you turn to him and snuggle closer. With your head nestled on his neck Alfie held you closer. While his hands roamed your body yours did as well taking in the broadness of his shoulder and back. Your skin was so hot and the feel of his flesh on yours only made you hotter. It was becoming unbearable.

When you tipped your head back, you found his eyes hooded but on you. You brought your head back to his chest but soon you rose it again and his face was a lot closer, and your lips grazed his. The hottest and most thrilling electric shock zapped across your lips then through your body coming to a peak in your belly. Neither of you moved for a few moments, but when you did, he did as well. Rather than pulling away, both of you pressed your lips together more firmly, then finally intensifying the kiss.

That first electric shock was nothing compared to what coursed through you now. It was like seeing fireworks for the first time but having them go off inside of you. A moan echoed around you, but you didn’t know who came from. Within seconds, you both were moaning and kissing as if there was a gun to your heads. A strong hand slid from your hip to your ass and cupped it pulling you closer and flush against an intimidatingly large ridge of hard muscle.

“Mmm!”

You bit down onto his lips then dug your fingers into his coiled and curly hair. The way he kissed you made you feel like he was sucking all the breath from your lungs and using it as his own. The harder he squeezed your ass the tighter you gripped his hair. Suddenly, he lifted you and turned himself, so you were straddling his him. Neither of you stopped, you continued kissing and exploring the sensations that were washing over you one by one. His hardness was now impatiently nestled between your legs fueling a desire you’d never experienced before.

You brought your hands from his hair to his chest then you roamed them taking in every ab ripple. Grabbing the hem of his tank you lifted it up urging him up. When he sat up, you lifted it off of him. Your eyes dipped down and took in his torso. He was ripped and made for the female gaze.

“Like?”

You smirked, then kissed him more fiercely. Somewhere in your head a scream echoed telling you to stop and leave, but there must have been some sort of disconnect because your body was not receiving that message. It did the absolute opposite. You wrapped your arms around him digging your nails into his back. Alfie bit your bottom lip then sucked on it before he pulled back. You tipped your tongue out and licked his lip before your bucked against him. His groan filled the room and filled you with so much want you couldn’t believe you were still this much in control.

The universe in its ultimate sense of humor chose that moment for that very desire to erupt.

“Didn’t you say you’d rip this dress to shreds?”

A spark lit Alfie’s eyes and a smirk followed on his lips. Without saying anything else, his large hands gripped the low back and pulled it apart. The sound of ripping fabric filled the room and with every inch that ripped you moaned feeling pleasure from the act. Your eyes were locked, and you could tell he was also fully enjoying this moment.

“Rip it off me.”

Alfie obliged and pulled the remainder of the dress apart and off of you.

“Like that?”

You bucked again and nodded making him moan.

You now sat on him in only your panties. Alfie’s eyes dropped to your bare breasts, and you watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest listening to the heaviness of each breath.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous!”

He licked his tongue along your sternum to your collar then to your neck where he sucked and nibbled until he dipped back down to pepper kisses across the swell of your breast. His hands rose, then cupped your breasts taking them fully in his large hands to massage them. When his thumbs circled your nipples, your moans turned to whimpers and when his mouth finally closed around them a high pitched sighed escaped you.

“Fuck yes!”

Alfie licked, sucked and nibbled your skin as he continued to massage your globes. Every move he made sent goosebumps all over your body. The more you moaned and mewled the more your hips bucked against him until Alfie grunted then flipped you onto your back.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum.”

He kissed a trail down your body stopped at the waistband of your underwear. In seconds, he peeled them off and spread your legs. However, he didn’t move after that. Instead, he sat there staring at your sex as if it was the first one of its kind he’d seen.

“Do you taste as good as you smell?”

You reached down between your legs and rubbed yourself shocked with how wet you were. Bringing your fingers to your lips, you licked them clean and moaned.

“Mmm, even better.”

It didn’t take him long to dive in. The first feel of his touch you nearly levitated off the bed, however his hands were there gripping your thighs keeping you right where you were so the only thing you could do was take everything he gave. From a few tentative licks, he’d now turned into a starving man at his last supper. When he slurped your clit into his mouth and sucked you lost control of your body. It was now him commanding, him dictating what it would do, him pulling every string, him making you see stars, and fireworks.

“Oh fuck! Yes, yes, yes!”

Alfie moaned but never relented. It didn’t matter what you did, push him back, bucking your hips, pressing your thighs together to trap his face. He didn’t stop and was clearly on a mission. The quick flicks to your clit that followed, sent you over the edge.

“I’m—I’m—I’m cumming!”

You screeched as your body shook unable to escape the onslaughts of pleasure that attacked you. biting your bottom lip, you watched Alfie emerge from between your legs. You needed him now! You grabbed him by the loop of his pants then fumbled in your attempt to undo them. The two of you worked together and, in a few seconds, he’d managed to peel them off with his boxer-briefs.

“Fuck you’re big.”

“Afraid?”

“Do you know me?”

Alfie snorted then dropped to his knees between your legs and pulled you down to him with such little effort it made your belly flutter. Fuck, he’s sexy you thought.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace,” Alfie teased as he stroked himself once, then twice then lined his cock up with your entrance. While he looked playful, he also looked nervous.

“Wait.”

You used your foot to gently push him back, then turned your body so your face was right in front of his bobbing and perfectly crafted dick.

“Mmm.”

“Wait.”

“You afraid?”

You didn’t wait for him to continue; you slid your mouth onto his need taking him fully and deeply.

“Oh fuck!”

With him nestled at the back of your throat you swallowed. Alfie groaned long and loud as his head dropped back. A few seconds later, he was looking down at you watching everything you did. Not finding a need to be cute, you withdrew then repeated the same action again and again. On the fourth descent you slurped, in inhaling him like a vacuum and letting the excess saliva in your mouth slicken his member.

“Oh god, Y/N!”

You felt his hand at the back of your head holding you in place as he pushed himself further into your mouth. You moaned and took every single inch he offered.

“Fucking hell!”

When his hips began moving you kept his pace. Soon globs of spit dripped from your chin as your name and curse after curse fell from Alfie’s lips, even then you kept up, determined to make him cave first. When he pulled back, he brought your face to his and kissed you so fervently and thoroughly it left you speechless. Alfie slowly lowered you to the bed never taking his eyes off of yours then hovered over your body before he swiped himself across your wet and aching entrance making you want him even more.

Words failed you but when you felt the first bit of him slide into you, your body clenched around him. Alfie gritted his teeth but continued sliding through you making you feel every single inch as his eyes greedily drank in every reaction. When he snapped his hips forward and filled you the rest of the way, you exclaimed out.

“Shit fuck you’re so tight.”

“Spread me out!”

The way he looked at you made your belly flutter. It was a look you’d never seen before, a look that made you wonder what was in store for you. Alfie slowly withdrew then slowly slid in again. This time he circled his hips, and you clenched tighter around him. He pulled out then snapped his hips forward filling you completely again.

“Yes!”

“Mmm!”

Every time he did it your back arched off the bed and your legs tightened around his waist. Soon he’d set a slow pace, a pace that maddening because it made you want more of him in ways you were afraid to speak because you didn’t want your desperation to shine through.

“You feel so good, Y/N!”

Alfie rested back on his haunches and watched himself slide in and out. Wanting to see what he saw; you inched onto your elbows and watched the show.

“Mmm, you see that? You take this dick so fucking well. Tão bom. Você está me deixando louco. (So good. You’re driving me fucking crazy)

Over the years you’d heard him speak Portuguese countless times. He’d even taught you quite a bit but hearing it now was so much different. It made your belly flutter; sex clench and heart skip a beat. It had a whole new effect.

“Sim ali. Foda-me, papai. (Yes, there. Fuck me daddy/papi.)

Alfie bit his bottom lip then sped up. The force of his thrusts sent your body jerking back and forth and breast swinging. He grasped one and held your hip steady as he lost himself in his pleasure.

“Você é linda pra caralho Y/N. Tão bonito, Tão bonito. (You’re so fucking beautiful Y/N. So beaitiful, so beautiful.)

The sounds of your moans and pants blended together as you both raced closer and closer to the point of no return. There was no way to stop now and to be honest you didn’t fucking want to. This felt too good. He felt too good. Everything was so heightened that it didn’t seem real. It felt like a dream, a crazy beautiful wet dream that you wanted to get lost in.

“Alfie, yes, yes, yes!”

“Y/N!

You screamed at the same time he shouted and as you came you felt him fill you with every bit of the essence that could reproduce those dimples and eyes in a mini replica of him.

“Fuck,” you both exclaimed in unison.

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***Part II coming tonight when I get home. ***

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