(Heavily Requested)

hey! maya here

for the person who's been spamming the dm's with soren stuff

this goes out to you

ik Soren's a little ball of sunshine

god but like

him as a bad boy? sign me tf up

everyone's 21+ by the way

(warning: 16-18+?? kinda club-ish)

camilia cabello's song "my oh my"

some of my fav to get me out of writer's block :0

i promise other oneshots with other people will come soon lol

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They say he likes a good time

My oh my

Lights were flashing, the sound of heavy music buzzing through the air. The atmosphere of the room absolutely dripping with lust and the scent of intoxicated people. My body was encased in tight fitting clothes, accentuating my good features and highlighting my skin tone. Carrying a clutch with me, it made the outfit pop even more, the complementary colors blending together smoothly. There was someone I had my eye on for a while, seeing their face through the slim, cat-eyed glasses laying on the bridge of my nose.

Taking a hand and pulling a lollipop out of my bag, I unwrapped it and sucked on it for a good minute or so, irises dancing along the figure of the guy who attracted me so. My lips wrapped around the candy, tongue swirling around it so I could get a good taste of the spherical sweet. With a crunch, as I couldn't bear only seeing him any longer, I broke apart the candy and tossed the stick into a waste bin, walking towards the blonde.

He comes alive at midnight

Every night

His blue eyes noticed be from afar, glued onto my figure as I walked up to him, smiling. The stranger's mouth formed into a grin, his body turning towards me, hands dropped by his sides, loosely hung. Finally arriving in front of him, I checked him out one last time before laughing a little bit.

"Can I get you a drink?"

He's only here for one thing but

So am I

"I don't like alcohol that much," he responded nonchalantly, eyes half-lidded, "But you can join me on the dance floor." I laughed again, a bit harder this time. I liked him. I replied by taking his hand and using it to wrap his arms around me, back pressed against his chest. Sighing in satisfaction, I moved my hips to the beat that sounded through the club, touching his arms and allowing them to move wherever they pleased.

"Soren," he hummed suddenly, his voice vibrating against my back, sending shivers down my spine, "My name's Soren." His hands managed to find their way around without my guidance, gripping themselves onto the front of my thighs, head now buried in the crook of my neck.

"Well then it's (Y/N) to you," I giggled, leaning backwards, causing him to flinch and gasp, muttering curses as he got caught off guard. Soren's hands coursed around my thighs, fingers gliding across the high-cut fabric of my outfit. The digits brushed my skin ever so gently, playing with the sensitive nerves and faintly caressing the tops of my legs.

"You're so fine," Soren murmured, his voice taking new lows, "Probably the best looking person I've ever seen." I laughed, feeling his hands grip my waist, pushing my ass back onto him. A small whine let itself out of my mouth as I bent down and started grinding, feeling the growing bulge in his pants.

I'd never felt this intoxicated, yet so sober at the same time. His touch was like a drug -- it lingered where it pressed, and left me craving for more. I grew hot just thinking about what would happen if we took it further.

"Do you wanna come on back? I had a room booked in case something like this would happen." My heart jumped in excitement, feeling my insides go all tingly. Biting my bottom lip, I immediately grabbed his hand and turned around, beaming at Soren. He laughed at my reaction, gazing at my flushed face.

"I'm taking that as a yes." He pulled me over to the side and we went away into the small room in the back of the club.

Yeah, a little bit older, a black leather jacket

A bad reputation, insatiable habits

We entered the space, my eyes scanning the area to see if there were any hidden cameras. None, but I'd noticed a few bottles of alcohol on the table, along with smaller shot glasses and tall thin ones. A leather jacket, which I presumed to be Soren's was thrown on the backrest of a couch, lazily lying there. The blonde noticed me eyes wondering and slipped his arm around my waist, leaning closer, hot breath fanning against the outer shell of my ear.

Soren paused, as if he wanted to say something, but decided against it, holding in his words and just let his hands do the talking. My lips parted as his fingers gingerly cupped my face, and with his hand, he traced along my jawline. He guided me to the couch, softly sitting down and pulling me on top of him so that my back pressed against his chest. My teeth tugged at my bottom lip, quiet, labored breaths puffing out of my mouth.

"Quite teasing already," I groaned, taking a fistful of his shirt, yanking him forwards, "Just do it." Soren chuckled, hands laying off of my face, but moving downwards to grab at my hips again, massaging them with his thumbs.

"I didn't know you were this impatient," he mused, coyly toying with my emotions, "If I'd known before, I would have taken longer to bring you back here." My face formed into a scowl, frowning in distaste, though my eyes still begged for him. He was too charming to resist. Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice how one of Soren's hand had made its way up to my mouth, his thumb gently pulling on my bottom lip.

My fingers only curled more as he leaned in, eyes half-lidded and dripping with lust.

He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe,

I said, if he kissed me, I might let it happen

The blonde's lips were now on mine and it felt so right. Like a hot knife through butter, the sensation was phenomenal, smoothly flowing, like everything in the moment was just as it needed to be. My hand flew up to cup his cheek, deepening the kiss even further. It went on for a good minute before Soren added his tongue, slipping it in.

My body felt hot. Everything felt so hot. Moving my hips on his lap, I felt him flinch for a moment, not expecting the sudden movement. He didn't have any complaints to say as I shifted a bit more, tensing up at the pressure. Soren removed his hand from my face and forcefully grabbed my hips, shoving me down further onto him. I winced, the sudden spike of pleasure taking me by surprise.

"(Y/N)," Soren moaned in between chaste kisses, "That's so good-" He got cut off by my lips, firmly planting themselves onto his, tongue swirling inside his mouth. Continuing to roll my hips and elicit sounds of enjoyment from Soren's throat, I was completely and utterly engrossed in him. It was probably going to be a one-time thing, but I was so comfortable with it, like we'd rehearsed this.

The night was filled with the sight of his pretty blue eyes only centimeters away from mine, and the feeling of wild highs, stimulated by our reactions to each other. The emotions were shared, and even though we were there just for that one time, the emotions I felt made me want to meet him again, see him again.

Through all the sexual tension I found a softer side of him, one that didn't appear to be only lust-driven. Like a sweeter guy, someone that wouldn't hesitate to take care of you when you were sick, or drive you to McDonalds at three in the morning just for some fries. He was shaped in all the ways I wasn't, and that's what made him so attractive. I needed someone that would love me.

God, and he was good in bed, too. I cursed at myself for thinking that.

Thinking back, I shouldn't of slept with him. I should have met him under different circumstances. We could have met at a coffee shop, where we'd see each other every other day of the week, fall in love and make those cheesy confessions. We'd share nights under the stars rather than on a bed, covered in sweat. I'd see his smile, his dimples, his real happiness instead of the dopamine sex gave us.

I'd be there for him, and he would be there for me. Our relationship didn't just have to be sex -- it could have been a mutual understanding of each other. And even if we broke up, I wouldn't regret a single thing. I'd still love him and cherish the thoughts of being with him.

But what were the chances of us meeting again? I glanced at my watch, ready for another night out. Readying my bag and outfit, I smiled at myself in the mirror, checking my teeth for any stains or leftover food chunks. Once I'd gotten the text from my Uber, I went outside and shut the door behind me, locking it with a pair of keys. Could I see him again? With a little, childish smile, I shyly placed a cold hand on my warm face.

I secretly hoped I would.