The music thumped through the air, a vibrant pulse that echoed in my chest as I found myself drifting toward Finn. Amidst the chaos of the room, his presence felt like an anchor, pulling me in without effort.

Our conversation was easy, flowing over the steady beat of the party. Laughter rolled from him effortlessly as he shared stories of university life, each one painting a vivid picture of the world he navigated. The way his expressive eyes lit up and his hands moved with excitement made it impossible not to be drawn in.

I learned more than I expected about Finn Brookes in those moments. At 23, he was in his third year studying sports science, but football was where his heart truly lies. His dream of playing in the Premier League burned in every word he spoke, the passion in his voice infectious. I couldn't help but admire the way he talked about it.

The conversation shifted, and soon we were laughing over a ridiculous story involving his football team. His energy was magnetic, his playful grin making it easy to get lost in the moment. That's when Kam slid beside me, her eyes darting between Finn and me, a smirk tugging at her lips.

Before I could say anything, she mouthed, "We'll talk later," and disappeared into the crowd, leaving me with a mix of curiosity and mild dread.

Finn flashed me a grin, his eyes gleaming with a teasing challenge that sent a jolt of excitement through my veins.

"So, not an ice queen, huh?" His voice was dripping with amusement, that cocky edge I was starting to get used to.

I arched an eyebrow, smirking right back at him. "I can be when I want to. Maybe you're just lucky I'm in a generous mood tonight."

He didn't miss a beat, leaning in closer until I could feel the heat of his body next to mine, his voice lowering to a sultry murmur.

"Lucky? Sweetheart, I don't need luck. I just know how to get what I want."

My pulse quickened at his words, the flirtation between us growing thicker, almost like a dare neither of us was willing to back down from.

The night continued, and before long, my cider ran dry.

"Already done?" he asked, nodding at my empty cup with a lazy grin. "You keep drinking like that and I'm gonna have to stick around to make sure you don't start dancing on tables or flirting with the wrong guy."

I gave him a look, smirking. "Little too late for that."

He leaned in slightly. "Is that right?" His voice dropped just enough to make my cheeks heat. "Guess I'll just have to make sure I'm the only wrong guy you keep flirting with."

I let out a nervous laugh, quiet and shaky. Yup... I'm screwed. So unbelievably screwed. It's my first day and I'm already out here flirting like it's my full-time job.

But can you really blame me?

His shirt clings to his chest like it was stitched on, and every time he moves, the veins in his arms flex just enough to make me lose brain function.

I don't even like arms. And yet here I am, contemplating the entire anatomy of his forearm like I'm prepping for a damn exam.

I shift in my seat, subtly adjusting because—yeah. There's heat pooling between my thighs and I'm one second away from forgetting my own name.

His voice cuts through my thoughts . "You done checking me out, or should I give you a little spin?"

My face heats up instantly, "The ego on you" I laugh trying to save myself the utter embarrassment.

"Sure," he laughed, then nodded toward the drinks table. "So what's it gonna be? You want a top-up?"

I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my smile . "I think I can handle myself."

"Yeah?" he said, already reaching for my cup. "Well, I prefer handling you myself." He winked. "Let me get that."

Before I could protest, he was already on his feet, his smirk flashing over his shoulder as he sauntered toward the drinks. I bit my lip, watching the easy confidence in his movements, that cocky swagger that somehow pulled me in despite myself.

It was a game .... one he clearly enjoyed playing, and one I couldn't help but play along with.

Finn returned moments later, holding out the fresh drink with that same mischievous grin.

"Here you go. And just so you know, this refills itself when you're with me." He winked, all cocky charm and quiet promise, and yep... there goes my ability to form a coherent thought.

Flirting with Finn was like a dance ... one I was quickly becoming addicted to.

The night went on with Finn and me getting to know one another more. We laughed, shared stories, and discovered we had more in common than we initially thought. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was 2:30 AM.

A message from Kam lit up my screen.

Kam: Went home, we'll catch up tomorrow xX

Followed by a picture of her in bed, just so I know she got home.

The music's still very much pounding, and bodies are swaying to the beat. The floor's sticky from what I can assume (and hope to God) is beer. Some girl's throwing up outside with her friends holding her hair back, and it looks like there's about to be a brawl between two drunk guys.

Yeah, I think I should call it a night.

"Finn, I'm going to head home now," I shout over the pounding music, hoping he can hear me.

He glances back and flashes a warm smile. "Okay, let me take you. It's too late to be wandering around alone," he insists. "Give me a sec, I'll grab my jacket."

I accept and nod, because let's be serious, I am not willing to become a statistic. I retrieve my puffer jacket from the couch and make my way to the entrance, standing by the door as I wait for Finn.

I retrieved my jacket and made my way to the entrance, Finn not far behind. As I stood by the door, waiting, I suddenly felt a hand snake around my waist. My body tensed, heart leaping into my throat as I spun around.

A random drunk guy stood in front of me, his bleary eyes struggling to focus.

"you're looking sexy" he slurs.

The stench of rum and tobacco wafts from his breath, making me grimace. The combination is nauseating, and I take another step back, my stomach churning. My heart pounds even harder as I scan the room for Finn, silently willing him to appear faster.

The guy's grip tightens slightly, and a cold shiver runs down my spine. My mind races, strategizing the best way to extricate myself from this uncomfortable situation. I take a deep breath trying to calm my nerves and respond.

"I don't appreciate your unwelcomed attention, you need to back the fuck up!" I say trying to compose myself and pushing out of his grip but that only makes him grip harder.

"I said get off" I half yell and muster the strength to push him off but he doesn't budge. What is he, a freaking boulder?

Before I could shout again, there was a blur of movement. In the next moment, the guy was on the floor, groaning as Finn stood over him, his fists clenched. "She said no," Finn growled, his voice hard as steel.

The drunk muttered something under his breath and stumbled away, disappearing into the crowd.

Finn turned to me, his expression softening instantly. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched across his face.

I nodded, still catching my breath. "Yeah... thanks to you."

He gave me a reassuring smile, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Let's get out of here."

*******

The walk back to my place was quiet, both of us letting the cool night air calm the adrenaline still buzzing under my skin. By the time we reached my door, the tension had mostly faded, leaving something softer between us.

I fumbled for my keys, unlocking the door as Finn's phone buzzed. He glanced at it, letting out a low chuckle. "What's so funny?" I asked, curiosity piqued.

He turns his phone towards me, revealing a text from someone named Shawn.

Shawn: House out of commission, BUNK SOMEWHERE ELSE

I can't help but laugh too, the tension from earlier slowly easing away.

I unlock the door and push it open. "Do you want to come in?" I ask, glancing back at Finn.

"Sure," he says with a smile, following me inside.

"Actually ...." I say scanning the state of my room "Just give me a second," I finish,  stepping into the room. I quickly toss things around, stuffing stray items into my wardrobe to tidy up.

"All right, come in," I call out, and Finn steps into the room.

"Make yourself at home. It's nothing you haven't seen before," I say, referring to our encounter that morning, as I head toward the bathroom to change.

"Hardly," he replies with a grin. "You were standing between the door and the frame, blocking most of the view."

I slip out of the dress to something a bit comfier. I left clothes in the bathroom earlier. I wear an oversized tee and basketball shorts underneath.

I come out and see Finn sprawled on the bed using his phone. He's taken off his jacket so, it's just his navy V-neck he's wearing. His body is so muscular, I get he's training for the Premier League but damn ... what I would give to ... snap out of it Lily !! I mentally slap my forehead.

"You good with watching a movie?" I ask, peeking out from the bathroom.

He looks up from his phone and smiles warmly. "What do you have in mind?" he replies, his eyes meeting mine.

"Sharknado?" I ask. " Have you seen it?" 

"What's a shark-nado?" he asks his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

I gasp, " Only one of the best trash sci-fi movies yet" I reply

"You said trash and best in the same sentence, which cannot be good," he laughs, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Just try it," I reply playfully, rolling my eyes. I grab my laptop and start the movie, settling down on my bed.

As the movie begins, I can feel his gaze on me, almost like its burning holes in the back of my head. I glance sideways and catch him redirecting his attention back to the screen, a small smile playing on his lips.

Time passes, and the movie's almost over. I turn around to face him, about to ask if he wants something to drink, and just at that moment, he does the same. Our faces are so close that our noses nearly touch.

"You know," he murmurs, his voice low and playful, "I was thinking the movie might get better, but this is definitely the best part." His eyes flicker to my lips, making his intention clear.

I smirk, my voice equally playful, "Well, maybe we should make the most of it then."

He leans over me, gently places my laptop on the floor before his gaze turns back to  me as though he's requesting permission.

Rather than saying anything. I crash my lips into his, and a surge of electricity shoots through my body.  He responds back with his tongue begging for entrance, which I allow.

His arm wraps around my side and helps me get on top of him. I adjust myself so I'm sitting firmly on him without breaking the kiss. One hand is on my lower back the other slid up to the base of my neck, his fingers curling possessively around the delicate curve.

I feel a thrill shoot through my veins, a heady mixture of desire and exhilaration as I surrender myself to his touch. The slight pressure on my neck sent a shiver down my spine.

I melted into him. His hands, strong and sure, pulled me closer, pressing our bodies together in a way that made my head spin.

I gently rock my body back and forth, teasing his ever-growing bulge. He lets out a throaty moan in the process and I know to continue what I'm doing.

His lips find their way to the side of my neck, and he begins to kiss, suck and nibble there, focusing on one spot which I know will leave a mark. I groan in delight, and I can feel him smiling. I grab his face back and crash my lips into his, my hand is getting entangled in his long locs and he's seemingly enjoying it. 

In one swift move, he flips me beneath him, his lips trailing a path of kisses from my neck downward.  My skin tingles under his touch, a shiver running down my spine. Suddenly, he stops, his breath hot against my skin. We're both breathing heavily, our chests rising and falling in sync.

"What's wrong?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Are you okay with this?" He asks. " I don't want to pressure you into something you're not okay with" he continues rather concerned.

I prop myself up on my elbows, a reassuring smile playing on my lips.

"It's okay," I murmur softly.

His eyes search mine for a moment before he brings his face back to mine. Our lips meet again, and he deepens the kiss, his hand sliding up to cup my cheek. I can feel the warmth of his touch and the gentle pressure of his lips, sending waves of electricity through my body. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as our kiss intensifies.

Finn's lips trailed down to my neck, every kiss leaving my skin buzzing with anticipation. When his hands reached my breasts, he paused, his eyes locking with mine, dark and filled with desire.

"God, you're perfect," he whispered, his hands kneading my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples.

A gasp escaped me, my back arching into his touch.

He smirked, clearly enjoying the way I reacted. "You like that, don't you?" His voice was low, teasing, as his mouth moved to my nipple, flicking it with his tongue in slow, torturous strokes.

"Finn," I gasped, my body trembling beneath him.

He released my nipple with a grin. "Tell me what you want," he growled, his fingers trailing down my body, making me shiver.

"I want more," I moaned.

His eyes darkened. "I can give you more." He kissed down my stomach before spreading my thighs, his tongue flicking over my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. His fingers slid inside, curling perfectly, his mouth working in sync with his hand.

"Come for me," he ordered, his voice rough as his pace quickened. The pressure inside me snapped, my body shaking as pleasure washed over me, his name spilling from my lips as I fell apart beneath him.

Finn looked up at me, his lips and chin glistening with my arousal. He darted his tongue over his lips, savouring me, then used his thumb to swipe the rest, bringing it to his mouth with a satisfied smirk.

Holy hell, that was hot.

"I was right, you taste good, but I'm not done yet" he grins. "That was only round 1"

He reaches for his wallet and brings out a condom.

Finn's eyes darkened as he tugged down his jeans and boxers, revealing himself to me in all his glory. My breath caught in my throat as I took him in—he was massive. There was no way this was going to fit. My heart raced with a mix of excitement that pooled in my stomach.

He caught my stare, his lips curling into a cocky smirk that made my pulse spike. "You can take it," he said confidently, his voice a deep rumble that shot straight through me. "Don't worry, sweetheart. You're wet enough for me."

My cheeks flushed, and heat spread across my face, but I could feel the undeniable throb between my legs as desire overtook any hesitation. I couldn't believe how much I wanted him, how much I craved the intensity of it all.

As Finn rolled the condom down, his lips found mine again, kissing me with a hunger that made my body tremble. His breath was hot, intoxicating, as he positioned himself at my entrance, his body pressing intimately against mine. The sheer size of him made me nervous, but I was also aching for him to fill me.

The anticipation was unbearable, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, silently begging him to take me. His eyes flickered with surprise for a moment, and then he grinned—a wild, wicked grin.

"What a naughty girl ..." he murmured, his voice thick with desire. " ... so impatient."

Without warning, Finn thrust into me, his length stretching me wide as I gasped, a sharp intake of breath catching in my throat. My body tensed, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation of him inside me. He was so big, and I wasn't sure if I could take it all, but my body was already arching into him, desperate for more.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Finn groaned, his voice low and gravelly, his hips pushing deeper with each movement. He didn't hold back, thrusting harder, filling me completely, and I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips.

Every inch of him was claiming me, and I could feel the heady mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through me, my body barely able to keep up with the onslaught of sensations. My mind was going wild, spinning with thoughts of how impossibly good this felt, how I couldn't get enough of him, how I was already losing control.

"Take me, baby. You can handle it," he growled in my ear, his teeth grazing my earlobe, sending another wave of shivers down my spine. "You're doing so fucking good for me."

The dirty words rolled off his tongue with ease, making my core tighten around him as I whimpered, desperate for more. I arched into him, my nails digging into his shoulders as I clung to him, needing him deeper, harder. He was filling me up in a way no one else had before, and it was driving me crazy.

"Fuck, you like that, don't you?" Finn whispered against my neck, his breath hot as he bit down gently, making me gasp. "I can feel how tight you are. You're squeezing my cock so damn hard."

I moaned, my body trembling beneath him as he continued his relentless pace, his hips snapping against mine with a delicious rhythm. Every thrust hit deeper, every movement sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me, until I was completely lost in the sensation of him.

My mind raced, trying to process the overwhelming pleasure, but it was impossible to focus. All I could think about was how good Finn felt, how perfectly he fit inside me, how much I wanted him to keep going—forever, if he could.

"You're taking me so well," he murmured, his voice full of admiration and lust. "Fuck, you're perfect."

I groaned in response, feeling the coil of pleasure tightening in my core, building with every thrust, every word. My breath hitched, and I knew I was close—so close I could taste it.

"Harder," I urged, surprising myself again. "Don't hold back."

"God, you're something else," he groaned, and then his pace shifted. He thrust into me harder, each movement rougher, deeper than the last. The bed creaked beneath us, my body meeting his with every push, the force of it sending jolts of electricity shooting through me. It was relentless—his hips slamming against mine in a rhythm that left me breathless, my mind spinning.

My body trembled, every nerve on fire as he pounded into me with unyielding strength. The wet, rhythmic sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, each thrust hitting that spot inside me that made my entire world shatter. My legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper, and the pleasure built in an overwhelming crescendo.

"Fuck," he growled, his voice dark and husky, his breath hot against my neck. He moved with a raw, primal energy that made my insides clench, the power in each stroke leaving me dizzy with pleasure.

I felt him everywhere—his strong, muscled body pressed against mine, his hands gripping my waist with a possessiveness that made my pulse race. Every thrust drove me closer to the edge, my moans filling the air as he took me exactly how I needed him to.

"Tell me how it feels," he demanded, his voice rough as he continued his relentless pace.

"So good," I gasped, barely able to form words as he drove deeper into me. "You feel so good... oh God... Finn, don't stop."

His hand slid up to the back of my neck, pulling my face closer to his as he growled, "I'm not stopping until you fall apart for me."

The words sent me spiraling. His thrusts grew faster, more intense, the heat building to a point where it was unbearable. I was right there, teetering on the edge, the pressure between my legs unbearable. Every push of his hips brought me closer, his cock filling me completely, stretching me in a way that felt maddeningly perfect.'

"Finn... I'm so close," I gasped, my voice trembling as the tension coiled tight inside me, ready to snap.

"Come for me," he growled, his voice rough and filled with desire. His thrusts turned frantic, each one pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my body tightening around him, every nerve firing as pleasure surged through me.

"Oh God," I whimpered, barely able to catch my breath.

His lips brushed against my ear, his voice dropping to a wicked whisper.

"Not so formal, sweetheart. Be informal, I'll allow it. I want to hear you scream my name when you fall apart for me." He punctuated his words with a hard thrust, and my body jerked, overwhelmed by the sensation. "Let go, baby," he urged, his voice both commanding and tender, making it impossible to hold back.

That was all I needed. His words pushed me over the edge, and with a loud moan, my body shattered beneath him, pleasure coursing through me in intense waves. I clenched around him, my walls tightening as I cried out his name, my vision blurring from the sheer force of my orgasm.

"Fuck," Finn groaned, his pace faltering as he followed me over the edge. His body tensed, and with one final thrust, he spilled into the condom, a deep growl escaping his throat as he buried himself inside me.

For a few moments, neither of us moved, both of us breathless and spent. My body was still trembling, still buzzing with the aftershocks of pleasure as I lay beneath him, my heart pounding in my chest. Finn pulled out slowly, collapsing beside me with a satisfied grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"That... was fucking incredible," he said, his voice rough and low, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

I laughed softly, still catching my breath. "Yeah... definitely eventful." He starts to get up from the bed, now standing beside me, he peers down with a smile.

"Leaving already?" I asked.

"I have to be up early for training today," he begins, glancing at his watch. "It's already 3:50 am, and my coach would have my ass if I'm late," he chuckles.

Suddenly, he seems to remember something and reaches for his phone on the nightstand. "Hey, before I forget," he says, unlocking his phone, "can I get your number?"

I nod, returning his smile. "Yeah"   I offer him my number, and he quickly adds it to his contacts.

"Cool," he says, saving my number. "I'll text you when I'm done with training. Hopefully, my ass will still be intact by then."

I laugh and let out a loud yawn, automatically covering my mouth with my hands.

"After all that?" he raises an eyebrow, teasingly.

I feel the heat rising to my cheeks, turning them a shade of crimson I can't hide. "Yeah, I guess you wore me out," I reply, trying to play it cool.

He laughs, a deep, infectious sound, and puts on his jacket, heading for the door.

"Catch you later?" he asks with a hopeful glint in his eye.

"Yeah sure, why not?" I respond, a grin spreading across my face.

He gives me one last smile before leaving, and I fall back onto my bed with a contented sigh. As I close my eyes, I can't help but wonder what will happen next. The anticipation of his text and the potential for more moments like this keep me awake a little longer, a smile lingering on my lips.

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Author's Note

Hi guys !! Thanks for reading this far !! Just thought to place this here for my new readers xx

I know they just slept together after literally just meeting each other, but that's actually university In most cases. I know because I have seen it happen to some of my friends ... haha

The problem is not them sleeping together at first but if it's just a random one night stand or if they both hit it off afterwards, and feelings start to develop.

Hope this helps and happy readings!!!

Love,
RennyTee xxx