#one very bad oh so good drunken decison duo

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Title: One Very Bad Oh So Good Drunken Decision DUO {Comes To Light}{2}***

Alfie Enoch x Brother’s Best Friend Reader AU

Words: 8k

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

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. Now they come to light.

Notes: Here we go again! 😊 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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Previous: Part I 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

All was still. All was quiet. You softly moaned then shifted your body hoping to get into a more comfortable position. You didn’t know why but your left arm was numb and beginning to ache. Groaning, you tried again to shift but found yourself unable to. You mumbled your frustration as you tried to fall back to sleep. A gruff mumble followed yours and again you mumbled as you nestled deeper into the comforter.

 When you stilled, you felt movement behind you and a deep moan. The movement stirred a scent you were familiar with. Inhaling deeply, you moaned. It was a pleasant smell, one you actually liked—a lot. You felt movement under the comforter and then felt a hand grip your breast. You moaned and smiled while burrowing deeper. That was when you felt the hardness pressing against your ass. Another deep moan came from behind you then a hand on your breast massaged while you were squeezed tighter in an embrace. This is a good dream, you thought with a smile.

 The pulsating member on your ass slowly became more and more persistent.

 “Mmm, I want you,” a gruff voice sleepily mumbled.

 “Me too,” you replied.

 A large hand lifted your thigh and seconds later you gasped feeling yourself being filled to capacity.

 “Fuck!”

 The rock of your back was a slow and steady one and with every move you felt the ach of being stretched and filled.

 “Yes,” you whispered then moaned.

 Your throat was dry, hoarse and aching. Cautiously, you opened your eyes realizing you were not in your own bed. There was no movement now, but you still felt full. From the corner of your eye, you saw a sight you recognized—a picture of you, your brother Bash and Alfie when you were kids. Your stomach fell as it dawned on you where you were. You could now hear your heart pounding in your ears. It was deafeningly loud. As you slowly turned your head, you found Alfie’s eyes on you.

 It took several seconds for it all to come sink just below the surface. It was an inward to outward realization, an inward to outward reaction. Your body tensed and your sex clenched, and you felt it then. There was no mistaking what you’d felt and the realization of how intimately you were connected. You screamed in your head before it came out of your mouth. When it did it was loud, and terror filled.

 “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

 Alfie then began screaming as well. You felt him pull out and you both screamed even louder then.

 “Aaaaa fuck!”

 Alfie leapt from the bed at the same time you did. He rolled off to the floor before springing to his feet. Now standing on the other side of the bed completely bare, you noticed he was also very naked and very hard.

 “Aaaaaaaaaah!”

 You slapped your hands to your eyes so hard you saw spots.

 “Owww!”

 From the pain, you blinked your eyes and every time you did you saw his naked hard on sticking right out begging for attention. It was then you got a flash of that very large and hard dick in your mouth. You gaged as if you still felt it lodged in your throat, then you screamed again. In your panic, you took note of your nakedness. Fresh horror filled you and both you. Alfie leapt for the comforter that was across the bed, but you got it first and yanked it from his hands to wrap around yourself. He then fumbled with the sheet on the bed that probably knew every act that was performed on and between it from the night before, then before he wrapped it around his waist. It did nothing to hide his body and the fact that you took notice of his body and felt a way, made you panic more.

 “Ooooh my gooooood! Whaaaat the fuck!”

 Alfie covered his face grabbing his forehead.

 “You’re---I’m---we’re---. Oh god,” you stuttered in disgust.

 “I was—my---,” Alfie started pointing down to the tent in front of him. “Your---,” he added pointing below your waist. “We--.”

 The look on his face was straight up terror.

 You both screamed again.

 “Oh fuck no. I had sex with my sister.”

 You felt the bile in your stomach rising and you turned and made a beeline to the bathroom. Behind you, you heard Alfie shouting in a torrent of Portuguese. Some of it you understood, some you didn’t. Once in the bathroom, you rushed to the toilet and released the contents of your stomach. Putrid and bitter vomit cascaded from you. Once you were done you felt the overwhelming need to get in the shower. 

After dropping the comforter, you got in the shower but found Alfie already completely naked as he stood under and in front one of the many shower heads. Your eyes looked over his wet form, taking in the defined muscle of his shoulders and obliques. When your eyes dipped lower, you had a memory from the previous night of him standing on the bed in all his glory as you looked up at him. His head snapped to you at the same time the memory resonated and again, the two of you screamed and panicked. In your rush to both exit the shower as quickly as possible, your limbs tangled and down you both went on the wet floor tiles of the shower. Alfie was on top of you and your legs were wide open with his still hard cock pressing against your mound.

 “Oh for fuck’s sake control that fucking thing!”

 “How, Y/N?”

 “I don’t know! You’re the one who has had a lifetime with a dick!”

 Alfie scurried off of you but only managed to roll onto his back beside you while trapping one of your legs under his back. It was a mess. As you tried to stand, the only way was to do it was over him. You only made it a few inches up before you slipped and slid the entire time until you slipped again and this time you landed on him sending that hard dick he’d had for a lifetime right inside of you at full gravity and force. You gasped loud cumming then and there while clenching around him. Alfie arched backward bringing his hands to your hips then squeezed. The pleasure that swept through you was unexpected and completely crippling. You didn’t know if you should get off or ride him. Your body moved of its own accord sending you bucking once then twice on him. it was like it was instinct. You remembered doing this very thing last night. Alfie moaned then groaned out your name.

 That brought you back enough to make you roll off of him and into the realization you’d just cum.

 “Ewww, uugh, I’m gonna be sick!”

 You crawled out the shower then cautiously climbed to your feet before hurrying out the bathroom. Once in his room, again your eyes found the bed and its tussled sheets. On the floor at the foot of the bed, you found the dress you’d worn last night only now it was useless and in pieces. Had he ripped it off of you? Desire filled your gut again, but you used it as fuel to get the hell out of there. You hurried into Alfie’s closet and grabbed a t-shirt, sweats then a pair of his sandles.

 Getting dressed faster than you ever had in your life, you then ran out of the bedroom and to the door but stopped realizing you had no purse. Luckily you found it in the corner amongst a mess of broken glass. You saw one of your shoes nearby but said fuck it, opting to run for the door before he came out. You needed to get as far from here and him as possible so you could bury this entire experience and purge it from your mind’s memory as well as your body’s.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~

 -Alfie-

Hours later, he was still naked and in his room sitting in a chair just staring at the bed that was in complete disarray. The whole room was actually. The bedside lamp was on its side, his undershirt on the other bedside table, your underwear somehow hanging off the top of the wall art behind his bed, even the expensive telescope that was off to the right of the bed looked like it was traumatized from all it had seen the night before. 

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

 It was the only thing that he could say for the last few hours. He hadn’t been able to formulate a coherent sentence since or been able to come to terms with what he’d done. He’d fucked up. Oh he’d really fucked up. For the last several hours he’d played over every detail of the previous night—well every detail he remembered which wasn’t a lot. No matter what he did he couldn’t remember much. He remembered drinking with you, letting his competitiveness get the better of him. He’d remembered the wagers.

 “The wagers.”

 “That chain.”

 “That silver sequin dress. I get to rip it to shreds.”

 His eyes found that silver sequined dress, or what was left of it. Had he actually ripped it to shreds? After that he didn’t remember much of anything else. He knew somehow he’d managed to get you back to his place and tucked you into his bed to sleep. He didn’t know how sleep turned into sex. His head went back to hours ago when he’d thought he was having a wet dream which turned out to be very real. Then again in the bathroom. He was certain he felt you squeeze around him, certain he felt you---. 

As the thought dawned on him, he sprung to his feet hoping to stop his thoughts. He looked down at his still hardened dick.

 “Why are you still hard? Now is not the time!”

 Deciding, or more like hoping a shower might help, he walked back into the bathroom and kept his train of thought on one thing, a shower. While he did just that he tried to piece together the events of last night and how either of them could have made such a colossal mistake. You were practically his sister. He’d always treated you like one and never saw you as anything else. Not even when every boy around you noticed you changing. It never altered how he saw you. While he knew you were a girl, you were always ever only one of the boys to him.

 “How?”

 He had to talk to you. It was an odd thought because usually after his one nighters, the last thing he wanted to do was talk to that person. He always wanted to move on because he didn’t care enough to discuss anything. With you, it was different. You mattered to him. You mattered so much to him that he knew he had to get his head on right before any talking happened.

 Two things nagged at him, not understanding how this had happened, and fear in how either of you could move forward while remaining the same. Everything had changed—right?

  ~~~~~~

 -That Next Night-

The sweating tumbler in his hand had his attention. He watched the condensation fog the outside as the water slid down the glass to make a rim of water on the glass and wooden top of his office desk. He’d forgotten a coaster which normally drove him nuts but the only thing driving him nuts was his thoughts. Over the last twenty-four hours as he’d buried his head in work, all in an attempt to not have time to think about the events of the other night or feel anything about it, he’d failed. Miserably.

 It didn’t seem to matter what he was doing, inevitably memories started to come back. The first memory hit him in a full meeting. It was the memory of just what had happened to that low cut, short and tight silver metallic looking dress he hated. He had ripped it right off of your body as you straddled him urging him on.

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

 “Rip it off me.”

 He could even remember the intense heat radiating off of your body as you rocked your core against his erection. He couldn’t remember ever being harder than he was in that moment. With that one memory he became just as hard right in the middle of that meeting. That should have made him steer away from memories and keep his head in the meeting, but that one little detail was like cracking open Pandora’s Box. That little sliver was all the opening he needed. Your breasts. Good lord your breasts were incredible. At that thought, he lurched forward and made an audible gagging sound. He just barely stopped himself before he stood and revealed his erection to everyone in the room. Everyone was on their feet asking him if he was all right or if he needed help or if they should call 911. All he could do was decline while sitting there in an excruciating mix of pain, disgust, confusion and arousal.

 When the meeting was done, and he was alone in his office he’d tried placing cold bottles on his junk in hopes that his erection would get the hint and read the situation but after fifteen minutes it didn’t work. He then proceeded to pace his office as he reprimanded himself for his stupid drunken actions. He couldn’t understand how he’d even gotten to that level of drunk to go that far especially with you of all people. He’d never thought to kiss you let alone undress you. Now here he’d done all of that and then plenty more.

 Throughout the day the memories bombarded him at the most inopportune times. Meetings, teleconferences, physically working on a project, in the middle of coding, working with manufacturers, etc. It seemed that no matter what, a salacious memory was never far from his mind. Now at seven, fully dressed in a four-piece suit, he’d remembered it all and he was completely distraught and confused. In less than an hour he was supposed to arrive at a banquet for tech companies, venture capitalists and funds. It was an event that you were supposed to be at as well and he couldn’t stop seeing you lying on his bed with your legs spread and the moonlight bathing you making you look like some ethereal goddess.

 Another swirl of vomit hit him making his gut burn. He swallowed it down then guzzled the remainder of the whiskey in his glass. The fire that traveled down his throat lit a path to his belly and erupted into an inferno. He dropped his head backward and stared into his ceiling.

 “Get a grip Alfie.”

 A text from his assistant lit his phone up.

 MSG Chao: Change of plans. You’re going to head right to the banquet.

MSG: Is Y/N meeting me here instead?

MSG Chao: No. She says she is running late and doesn’t want to make you late as well.

 He thought for a moment if that was a lie or the truth. Were you avoiding him as he was avoiding you?

 MSG: Got it. Coming now.

 Ten minutes later, he was well on his way. Though he wanted another drink, he also knew that he needed to not drink so much tonight. He needed to be present. Instead, he had his Baoding Balls in hand. Every time they softly chimed, he found himself release another centimeter of tension. It had been a long time since he’d needed to use them. Keeping his eyes on the scenery that passed by as his car zipped through city traffic he got lost in his thoughts and of course they were thoughts of you and the numerous un-sibling like things you’d done to each other.

 When the car pulled up and he stepped out. The flashes from the cameras momentarily blinded him. He smiled and waved as he walked down the carpet. Every few steps he stopped and posed for a few pictures as well as shook hands that eagerly greeted him to the event. After an interview or two and fifteen or so minutes he finally made it inside the bustling lobby of the luxury hotel the event was being held at.

 “There is about enough time for ten or so minutes of mingling,” Chao informed as he walked beside him toward the ballroom.

Once he walked inside the room, he scanned it taking in the sea faces he knew and those that were new to him. He tried to not think he was searching for you but deep, deep down he knew he was. Chao let him to a group who were looking at him with smiling faces. It was time to start the schmoozing and networking. It was something he and Bash took turns on. Some nights it would be him and some nights Bash. Since Bash was currently still out of town, tonight was all him. It wasn’t his favorite part of being co-CEO, but it was something that had to be done. He worked the room, greeting people, shaking hands, taking pictures and exchanging pleasantries while sliding in talk about the company and new and noteworthy things that were upcoming. He liked to brag about what he and Bash did. Their company was a true labor of love.

 “Mr. Enoch.”

 He spun to see two women with wide smiles and kind eyes. He retuned their smiles.

 “Ah come on now ladies, I thought we were past last names. Alfie please.”

 “Good to hear but we don’t want to be given the green eye of envy to be in your inner circle,” Kellandie joked.

 “She isn’t kidding. Everyone wants a piece of you,” Anita followed up. “We’re lucky one of our own forms a bridge between you and our fund.”

 He smiled. The owners of the fund you currently worked at were good women. He admired their work ethic and everything they had to do to be not only be a women helmed fund company but also a black women helmed fund company that was banking millions a year. It was almost unheard of.

 “Speaking of out bridge. Is Y/N mingling?”

 “I’m not sure. We didn’t arrive together. I’m not sure she is here yet.”

 “Fashionably late as always,” Anita teased.

 “Tell me about it. I’m glad you’re here I thought of a project that we can collaborate on. I was going to bring it up to Y/N to then pitch it to you but maybe we could schedule a--.”

 From the corner of his eye, he saw you and enter the room and if conflicting emotions was a person, it would be him. His gut lurched but this time it wasn’t entirely from burning bile there was something else too. His heart skipped a beat while his head sent the message to smile and smile he did. Your eyes were locked onto each other, but he noticed you bring a hand to cross your chest and fidget with your bare shoulder. It was then he took in your figure.

 The gown you wore fit you like a glove hugging your waist, hips and thighs accentuating the curves of your body he now knew of. The flowy sleeves that hung off your shoulders put your shoulders and cleavage on display. He didn’t know if he was frustrated with your chosen outfit because of all the attention he knew you’d receive in it or appreciative of it because of his attention that was now captivated.

 “Ah, there she is. Y/N,” Kellandie said beckoning your over.

 You smiled then walked through the crowd and sure enough the eyes flocked to you. As you walked, he tried not to take notice of the way your hips rhythmically swayed or the way the tight bodice of your dress pressed your breasts higher for his gaze.

 “Jesus Christ!”

 Smiling, you joined them just as he shook his leg hoping to loosen any fabric that may bunch up in a particular area he could feel awaking.

 “Wow, Y/N, you look incredible just like a fairy,” Anita said.

 “Oh, uh—thanks. I’m glad it didn’t turn out to be too much for the event.”

 You’d shown him a picture of the dress beforehand which was why he’d gotten his suit to highlight hints of the same color, so you looked complimentary standing beside each other.

 “Oh, did you two coordinate?”

 The group around you got bigger and the attention shifted to his suit that highlighted hints of light peachish pink.

 “Ehm, sort of. We were to arrive together so we thought it would be fitting,” he explained.

 “Oh, you make a gorgeous pair,” a woman in a blue gown said.

 “Yes, yes. A beautiful couple.”

 A dry heave came from your direction, he looked up to find your hand covering your mouth.

 “Are you ill?”

 “No, I’m—I’m fine.”

 “She’s practically my sister,” he blurted out, regretting it as soon as everyone’s eyes turned to him.

 He didn’t know why he’d said it. God knows that shit wasn’t true anymore. Circumstances had changed greatly and now the two of you were like flapping leaves in the wind barely hanging on to the mother tree. Suddenly, conversation changed, and everyone enveloped themselves in it, but you stood silent with your hands crossed in front of you almost creating a barrier, or a gate. He kept one ear on the conversation and one eye on you while fighting his whole-body cringe. It was like his body came alive around you now, so much so that it too precedence over everything but in his head your entire childhood and what you meant to each other overrode that which left him in the center of this chaotic, confusing bubble that was so tight it threatened to burst. He didn’t know if when it did burst if it would spell the end of the way things were or the beginning of a new normal.

 When everyone took their seats the two of you had no choice but to sit beside one another. The seating arrangements were impossible to change now. After he’d pulled out your seat the two of you sat there quietly waiting for things to officially begin with the dining experience. Thirty uncomfortable minutes passed with your perfume wreaking havoc on his senses. It was the same scent you’d worn that night and now he associated it with something else. A memory of your mouth wrapped around him overtook him and he released a jagged breath before pinching his nose bridge. Grunting he clenched his Baoding Balls letting a soft chime echo out.

 “Didn’t know you still used those.”

 His eyes snapped open to find yours on him with concern etched on your forehead.

 “I—uh—I don’t usually use them. I’ve been particularly more—stressed.”

 Your eyes dropped to his lips then your head snapped forward.

 “Y/N—we have to talk,” he said so only you could hear.

 Through gritted teeth you replied, “Not here.”

 Switching his Baoding Balls for his phone in his pocket he began a message.

 MSG: Yes. Here and now. We should have talked right after before this went too far.

 He watched you check your phone then sigh.

 MSG Y/N: Do you really think now around all these people is the best time?

MSG: Yes. You like texting. We can talk over text.

MSG Y/N: There is no need to talk. We made a mistake. A drunken stupid mistake.

 He closed his eyes wondered why he felt so strange reading that you thought it was a mistake.

 MSG: Yeah.

MSG Y/N: It was the alcohol and the sleeping pill combo. We’d never have in any other circumstance.

MSG: Yeah. Still I’m sorry.

 You sighed again but your fingers hovered over your phone.

 MSG: No need. It wasn’t your fault. Well not entirely. We should just forget it and act like it never happened.

 His ego shouldn’t have been injured but it was. He cleared his throat then straightened.

 MSG: Exactly.

MSG Y/N: Okay. Good. It never happened.

 He hesitated for a moment but replied.

 MSG: It never happened.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~

 -Y/N-

-Four Days Later-

“What the fuuuuck! It did haapppen though!”

 You dropped face first into your couch then screamed allowing the cushions to suck the sound, burying it so no one could ever hear it. It had been four days since the banquet event with Alfie and five and a half since your very bad so good drunken decision and since then shit had been weird. You could barely stand to be in the same room anymore. It was excruciating to be honest. Your body tingled, heart raced, core came to life. It didn’t matter if he were talking to someone else, or if he was walking. Your eyes found him, and your eyes adored him. Before, you never really saw attractiveness on him or knew why so many women threw themselves at him but since that night you saw the attractiveness, and you knew why they threw themselves at him. On top of everything you knew about him, this new tier proved he was a catch.

 That realization was as terrifying as it was unsettling. When you thought about your night together you wanted to run in the shower to scrub your skin and stick your fingers between your legs. When you were drifting off to sleep you had so many filthy thoughts about him and you usually woke with your hand between your legs and his name on your lips. It was torture. Part of you knew it was wrong, but your body debated how right it felt, how effortless it was, how satisfying it was and you knew how badly you wanted to do it again. That was when everything became confusing.

 It shouldn’t be like this. It was all weird. On one hand your body was sending completely different signals and your brain was struggling to accept it, struggling to believe it or believe in what it possibly meant. The worst part of it was that you’d been on your own for the last few days. You couldn’t tell your friends about this and couldn’t vent to Alfie for obvious reasons so that meant you kept it all in and everything festered. You were now at a boiling point and ready to burst.

 You’d told him to forget it happened but here you were unable for forget it happened. You couldn’t forget how he touched you, couldn’t forget the look on his face the first time he’d seen your body. It was impossible to forget how his lips tasted and felt against yours, and more impossible to forget his expertly he’d made your body soar with so little. It was as if he knew how to not only handle you as a person but you as a woman. He knew what you needed, knew what you liked and even now you couldn’t get the vison of his body rocking into yours out of your mind. It had become something you thought of often.

 “What do I do?”

 Flipping onto your back, you stared at your ceiling for a few silent moments before springing up again. 

 “What does this mean?”

 Frustration gripped you and you let out a scream that emulated everything you’d been battling for the last week, your frustration with what had happened, frustration with your thoughts over your actions, frustration with your unexpected desires and frustrations with the numerous conflictions of the entire situation.

 All of a sudden, your door banged open and in came a concerned look on his face holding two knives in his hands ready to strike while looking around.

 “Are you okay!?”

 Your eyes widened. “Alfie?!”

 You quickly sprang to your feet as it registered, he was actually standing in your living room with weapons like he was Rambo 2.0. His eyes lowered and looked over your body and it was then you remembered that you weren’t wearing anything at all.

 “Oh god!”

 You made a mad dash for cover but thanks to the open concept of your apartment, there was nowhere to really go so you jumped behind the high back of your couch and cringed while screeching.

 “Alfie! What the shit fuck!”

 “Shit, I’m sorry.”

 “What are you doing barging in here!?”

 “Me? What are you doing just chilling naked?”

 “It’s my apartment. Hello!”

 You groaned as you stayed where you were slowly dying in a bottomless sea of humiliation.

 “I’m sorry. I heard you screaming and thought something was wrong or someone was hurting you. I’m sorry.”

 Half of you wanted to throw something at him but the other half melted at how sweet the reasoning was.

 “For fuck’s sake!”

 “I’m sorry,” he repeated before he kissed his teeth. “Why were you screaming in the first place?”

 “Because I’m frustrated!”

 “About what?”

 With your back flat on the wooden floor your top flipped and the pressure that had been mounting for the week shot out like a whisteling kettle.

 “Why the fuck do you think I’m frustrated? Are you fucking kidding me? I had sex with my brother.”

 Alfie audibly groaned.

 “Well someone who is damn near my brother. All he’s missing is my DNA. Someone who has seen me at every stage of my life. Acne, flat chested era, new boobs, new ass, my period, first boyfriend, after I’d lost my virginity, heart breaks. Oh my god. Like do you grasp this? I know I said forget about it and that it never happened, but I can’t fucking forget about it. Okay!”

 You slapped your hands over your face then continued, “All I do is think about it. I think about the way you touched me, the way you looked at me, the way your hands cupped my breasts, the way your mouth knew just what to do to make my back arch. I think about the look in your eyes, how my body felt, how I—felt. I—I can’t stop thinking about it all, especially how good and how perfect and how—right it all felt.”

 You laid there for a few moments. He didn’t speak and the silence stretched on and on just as your thoughts went on and on. Suddenly, you sprang up staring out.

 “Like what the fuck does that even mean? That morning as I ran outta there and home I kept saying two things over and over. What the fuck, what the fuck and it’ll never happen again, but for the last week all I’ve wanted was for it to happen again. How the fuck did this happen? I went from laughing at all these women throwing themselves at you and laughing wondering what they saw you in to seeing it, understanding it and fuck me wanting it.”

 Forgetting your state of undress, you stood and began pacing.

 “What does that mean? What does it say about me? What does it say about us? Are you still my brother? Or are you just this---one-night drunken mistake years in the making?”

 You suddenly stopped as a new thought dawned on you. A loud gasp came out as you spun to him. His eyes were on you but the look on his face was so unreadable, so confusing that you couldn’t even begin to guess what he was thinking.

 “Oh my god. I’ve become one in the ridiculously long line of your one-night stands.”

 You slapped your hands over your mouth and then looked down realizing again that you were naked.

 “Fuck my life!”

 You turned and ran from the room, upstairs to your bedroom then dove in your bed wrapping in your comforter. After five or so minutes, the embarrassment wore off especially when you thought that he’d already seen your naked so it shouldn’t have been a big deal. When you thought that any quick relief faded when the knock at your door came.

“You’re kidding me. Now you knock?”

 He snorted then chuckled. “I know, pointless now. Let’s talk.”

 “About what?”

 “Everything you just off loaded back there before you ran away.”

 “I did not run.”

 “You sure did. Those ass dimples sure deepened over the years.”

 You gasped, flung the blanket off your face and glared at him. The look on his face was contentious defiance.

 “Asshole.”

 Again, he snorted. “They’re cute, like a baby’s face.”

 “Alfie stop it!”

 You covered your head again and whined which only made him laugh more. When you felt the foot of your bed dip you balled tighter and waited for him to speak. You’d rambled enough and were starting to feel really self-conscious with everything you’d revealed. Several minutes passed before he spoke.

 “I’m sorry.”

 He sighed. “I’m sorry for all of this. I know you said it’s not my fault, but I feel like it is. I should have had stopped, should have had enough control to know what the hell I was doing. I still don’t know how I didn’t guess, didn’t know that--,” he said.

 You could hear the struggle in him. He really was feeling guilty. You didn’t want him to beat himself up over it. Yes, neither of you’d meant for it to happen, but it had happened. It couldn’t be changed so dealing with it was the only option the two of you had.

 “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

 Again, the silence stretched btu it wasn’t minutes this time.

 “I say all of that to say—me too.”

 You waited for him to continue but he didn’t. Confusion filled you.

 “You too what?”

 “Me too. Everything you said just now. Every reason you just listed off as to why you’re frustrated—me too. I’m frustrated too and for all the same reasons.”

 You’d began shaking your leg as a way to deal with nervous energy but hearing those words you stopped. You silently begged him to keep going because you didn’t trust your voice. When the silence was too much to take, you began chewing your bottom lip.

 “I can’t stop—thinking about that night too. I know I should and move on from it but at the times when I least expect it, I’ll remember something, and I get lost down the rabbit hole reliving it over and over until I’m sitting behind my desk hard as granite. Then I feel guilty because you’re my sister or--.”

 As your heart began pounding out your chest, hanging onto every word he spoke, you were slowly dying with the implications each of his words carried. However, once you heard the word “sister” you sprang up while revealing your head.

 “I am not your fucking sister!”

 You then dropped back down covering your head again. Alfie kissed his teeth them yanked your comforter.

 “I can’t talk to you like this. Be an adult right now, Y/N.”

 You held tight to the comforter but allowed your head to peek through. “Okay, okay, stop pulling. I’m naked.”

 “And I’ve already seen you naked. Twice.”

 He had a point. Sliding back to the headboard of your bed, you secured the comforter under your armpits and took a breath. “How can you be so calm about that?”

 “Trust me I am not cool right now. I’ve had a week to freak the fuck out and go through the stages.”

 “What stages?”

 “Shock, horror, disgust, confusion, disgust, intrigue, calm, acceptance, and--,” he hesitated.

 “And what?”

 “Desire,” Alfie whispered.

 Your eyes met and locked. Your belly fluttered making you groan and knock your head back. “This I weird. Isn’t it?”

 “It is, and if you were anyone else, I’d just let it keep being weird but you’re not anyone else Y/N. You’re my---.”

 “Don’t you fucking dare call me your sister again.”

 He snorted. “You’re my family and I don’t want to lose you because we’ve taken a side street which brought out something unexpected.”

 “When did you become so levelheaded? You were always the hot head, the irrational one. You were the one initiating the beat downs on all the guys who showed me any attention. It was you who purposely batted his baseball into the crotch of Malcom Woods because he’d confessed his love for me in the eighth inning.”

 Alfie chuckled then laughed loudly. “The dickhead deserved it.”

 “Was it worth it though? You lost the game in the ninth and didn’t qualify for the post season playoffs.”

 “Yep, fully worth it. Knocked his ass down to size and he never dared confess shit else. Plus, we still made it to the playoffs.”

 “That was because the third-place team was disqualified. It was because of that your guys’ spot was moved up,” you clarified.

 “And we still won and held the title for six years. As I said, totally worth it. I regret nothing.”

 You smirked and tried to fight the urge to laugh. If you did, you’d only vindicate him. You shook your head. “You’re hopeless and shameless.”

 “Always have been.”

 Again, your eyes met and again the same energy blossomed between you as it had since that night. It was this unexplained entity that didn’t feel foreign now.

 “Maybe because I’m shameless--,” he began to stop. He looked down to the bed then back at you. “I have the nerve to want you in ways I shouldn’t.”

 “What wa—in what ways do you want me?”

 His eyes dipped to your lips then lifted back to your eyes. “Physically—emotionally--, I want you period.”

 Your breath caught.

 “Since Vanessa I haven’t kept anyone around me for more than a few days only as a pass time or distraction. I’ve had no interest in taking things past casual. That night—it was new, and a shock and I don’t fully understand how it happened or why it happened. Like why now and not decades ago? I just know that now—there is this thing here--.”

 He motioned between you.

 “I thought long and hard about if it was purely physical and if it’s because it’s new—you’re new and forbidden.”

 “Is it?”

 Your eyes dropped as you fiddled with your hands.

 “No. I wouldn’t be here if that was the case. I would never allow myself to hurt you like that or treat you in any other way than how you deserve to be treated. I may have been a dick to others, but I’ve never been that to you.”

 You nodded.

 “Though I am seeing you as a woman now, this isn’t physical.”

 You stared for a long time. You knew he was waiting for you to put on your big girl panties. Sucking on your bottom lip for a few moments, you still waited trying to find your courage.

 “Do you want me, Y/N, in any way?”

 You blew out a breath and slowly nodded. You saw the flicker of life in his eyes. Was that hope?

 “I’ve spent the last week wanting you.”

 A ghost of a smile flickered on his lips. “How do you want me?”

 “The same ways,” you whispered.

 Alfie smiled then dropped his head back and sighed. “This is wild.”

 “What do we do?”

 He looked back to you then stood and peeled his white t-shirt off, flinging it to the side. Your eyes drank him in. He looked good as hell at night with the moon as light but in the daytime he was delicious.

 “What—what’re you doing?”

 “I want you in every way. You want me in every way.”

 He went to his pants and began undoing them. Your eyes widened as you watched him peel them off and kick them to the side proudly showcasing the eager bulge between his legs. You swallowed harder than you’d intended and the sound of it made Alfie snort.

 “Afraid?”

 It was the same question he’d asked that night. You were hella drunk then and saw it as a challenge. Now you were painfully sober. Though you wanted to take him up on everything he was offering, you were afraid. When you didn’t speak, he must have seen that fear radiating from you. The smile on his lips faded and so did the cocky demeanor he’d been showcasing. He slowly crawled to you before coming right to your face.

 “Talk to me lil’ baby.”

He’d called you that ever since you were kids. It had always been in a teasing way in some form but right now it was spoken softly, tenderly.

 “What’re we doing?”

 He softly smiled.

 “We’re going to do what we did that night in my bed again right here in your bed,” he said then kissed your forehead. “And again,” he kissed your left cheek. “And again,” he then kissed your right cheek. “And again,” he kissed your nose. “And again,” this time he kissed the corner of your mouth. You were damn near breathless by then.

 “After, we’re going to shower and do it again,” he kissed your neck.

 “After that we’re going to go out to dinner for our very first date,” he whispered as he kissed along your collar. “Then we’re going to eat, maybe hold hands, fight any awkwardness from a lifetime of habit and create new habits. Habits where we don’t call each other brother or sister.”

 He was now looking at you. “Habits that include me picking you up every morning to take you to work, then sending your flowers every day at your job, us going to lunch together, then me picking you up after work to go home to one of our houses where we cook dinner together and argue while we’re doing it and kissing in between arguing over doing it, maybe making competitive bets over who can chop the onion faster until one of us wins and has to pay up all night. Habits that include traditions, birthdays, anniversaries—a future.”

 You felt the tears in your eyes. Alfie swiped his thumb across your cheek wiping them as they fell.

 “What if—what if we fuck this up? What if we ruin this friendship?”

 He scoffed and wiped your cheeks again. “Then I say we ruin the shit out of this friendship because it’s not enough---not anymore.”

 You rolled your eyes. “Alfie,” you whispered.

 “As for fucking this up, we won’t. I know everything about you. The good like how you’re the most caring, giving, considerate, loving and genuine person I know. The bad, that you are way too competitive for your own good, and too stubborn, and that you can even be too trusting of people who you allow near you, and that you’re a horrible drunk and sleep way to fucking wild for your own good. I even know the secrets, like you are afraid to fully love anyone because you’re afraid of making a mistake you have to live with forever, and that you’ve never given your heart to anyone and have always liked every man you’ve been with less than they’ve liked you because making connections is hard because of you keeping yourself guarded. I even know that the reason why you’re afraid of making a mistake you have to live with forever is because you regret the person you chose to give your virginity to. You regret the experience and have tried to avoid repeating history.”

 Your lips trembled hearing his list every secret you had buried in your heart. He didn’t miss not once. Alfie continued to wipe away your tears with a gentle hand.

 “Because I know all of that and I know you know mine as well, I know we won’t fuck this up. I love you Y/N. I’ve always loved you. the only difference now is that I love you for more reasons and that love has morphed into something else and transitioned to a whole new plane of existence. How can we fail?”

 He looked so sure of everything he was saying, but no matter how sure he looked, you could hear the quiver in his voice.

 “I don’t want to lose you—lose us.”

 “Me neither.”

 You studied his eyes for a moment before you slowly closed the space between you pressing your lips to his. Both of you moaned softly. Bringing your hand to his jaw, you held him as he took control of the kiss. This one was not rushed, he took his time coaxing you, comforting you, assuring you with every lip graze, and swirl of his tongue. It didn’t take long for him to moan. When he pulled away, he kept his eyes on yours as he flicked the blanket off of your body revealing you to his eyes. Languidly, Alfie took in every slope of your body. When his eyes met yours again, you saw the desire in them.

 “Flat chested no more.”

 You snorted and the both of you laughed together before he kissed you again this time rolling onto his back. As you straddled him, you kissed him then moved to his neck taking advantage of him. Alfie’s hands cupped your breasts as he mumbled against your lips.

 “You’re beautiful.”

 His eyes left yours and went to the jewelry that was dangling between you from your neck. A grin stretched his face.

 “What’s mine looks good on you.”

 “Boy please, what’s yours is mine. Run dat!”

 Alfie laughed then flipped you onto your back pinning your hands to the bed.

 “Say that shit again and I’ll prove what’s mine. I dare you!”

 Unable to turn down a challenge, you stuck your chin out. “Bet!”

 Alfie’s slow smile was full of mischief. A few seconds later, he flipped you over so you were on your knees. He brushed his hardened length against your ass before he slapped it.

 “Flat ass no more either.”

 You moaned as he slapped it again then spread your thighs even more, bending so the only thing in the air was your ass.

 “Mmm, what a fucking view.”

 He dropped his lips to your back and brought kisses down to your tailbone before he kissed across the swell of your ass. The next thing you knew he was lying between your thighs pulling your clit to his lips.

 “Shit!”

Alfie’s moan was muffled, and the vibration had you gripping the headboard. Thankfully the velvet material protected the wood underneath, otherwise you probably would have She-Hulked out. moan after moan fell from your lips as he licked and sucked your flesh as he wished. When you felt him nibble your clit, you jolted up, but his hands wrapped around your thighs keeping you where you were to take what he gave.

 “Shit, shit, shit!”

 The storm in your belly began and you knew that you weren’t going to last long. That was when you felt his tongue slide into you.

 “Oh god, Alfie!”

 “Mmm.” Alfie tore his mouth from you. “Say it again.”

 You looked down and locked eyes with him and repeated his name, this time on a whine. You were not unable to stay still. Bucking your hips against his mouth, you gave into the pleasure that was building within you.

 “Fuck I’m gonna cum.”

 “Mmm.”

 Alfie then pinched your nipple and within seconds he’d ripped your orgasm right out of you.

 “Fuck, aaah!”

 The next thing you knew your back was again pressed into the bed and your legs wide open.

 “You’re too perfect for words.”

 You watched him swipe his still impressive dick across your soaking slit and bucked every time he connected with your sensitive clit. When he circled your entrance then avoided it, you grunted out.

 “Someone feeling greedy?”

 “Yes.”

 “So you want this dick?”

 “Yes. I want it. Fuck me Alfie.”

 He looked shocked. “I always knew your mouth was dirty but who knew it was filthy.”

 “Filthy mouths do the best jobs.”

 He chuckled, shook his head then snapped his hips forward startling you so much that your entire body spasmed and morphed.

 “Shit fuck, you’re so tight, so fucking tight.”

 Every thrust was a struggle for him. He looked like he was fighting against something as well as trying to keep himself in control. Your moans matched, desperation matched, and desires peaked. You angled your head back relishing the sensations he was giving you while admitting you’d missed this. You’d missed being like this with him. When he brought your head back to his face his brows were knitted and eyes focused.

 “At me.”

 The pressure in you built so quick that you doubted you could hold on much longer. Looking him in the eyes while you shared something so new, so intimate was really making you hot.

 “Oh my god, Alfie.”

 “Say it again.”

 “Alfie.”

 Hi thrusts sped and became rougher, but you took it all.

 “Again,” he strained out.

 “Aaa—ahhh—Alfie!”

 You clenched around him and dug your nails in his back as you came completely undone at the same time, he released filling you up.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!”

 His voice quivered every time he said your name until it was a mere whimper as he dug his face into your neck. You clung to him as tightly as he clung to you while your bodies shook together, neither of you wanting to let this moment pass, wanting to press it to memory and keep time frozen for however long you could manage.

 When Alfie moved, you didn’t know how much time had passed. Slowly, he pulled himself back gazing down at you, the only thing was this look was something new.

 “What?”

 He shook his head. “Nothing. Just accepting what I’d always ignored.”

 “Which is?”

 “It’s always been you.”                                                                

 Slowly you smiled as his words marinated and seeped into your heart. There was no way to know if this was where you’d always been going this entire time, no way to know if some twist of fate had caused this detour to make this path appear for you, or if you’d just created a whole new fate for yourselves.

 One thing was certain, it all began with one very bad oh so good drunken decision.

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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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 ***NOT Edited/Proofread AT ALL***

***Slightly Interactive***

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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.

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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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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.  

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[mauvecherie-writes]

LEE YOU DID IT AGAIN!!!!!

Title: One Very Bad Oh So Good Drunken Decision DUO {Comes To Light}{2}***

Alfie Enoch x Brother’s Best Friend Reader AU

Words: 8k

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

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. Now they come to light.

Notes: Here we go again! 😊 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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[royallyprincesslilly]

Me? Aww.

Thank you hun!

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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[royallyprincesslilly]

Thank you!

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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[royallyprincesslilly]

Thank you so much doll. I appreciate it.

Title: One Very Bad Oh So Good Drunken Decision DUO {Comes To Light}{2}***

Alfie Enoch x Brother’s Best Friend Reader AU

Words: 8k

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

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. Now they come to light.

Notes: Here we go again! 😊 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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[royallyprincesslilly]

Aw, same here. Thank you for checking it out. 🙏🏽

Title: One Very Bad Oh So Good Drunken Decision DUO {Comes To Light}{2}***

Alfie Enoch x Brother’s Best Friend Reader AU

Words: 8k

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

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. Now they come to light.

Notes: Here we go again! 😊 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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[royallyprincesslilly]

Thank you darling. I'm grateful for your support and that you rock with everything I give. 🙏🏽🙏🏽

Title: One Very Bad Oh So Good Drunken Decision DUO {Comes To Light}{2}***

Alfie Enoch x Brother’s Best Friend Reader AU

Words: 8k

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

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. Now they come to light.

Notes: Here we go again! 😊 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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[royallyprincesslilly]

🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 thank you so much!

I'm happy you enjoyed it and took the time to read it. 🥺

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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[royallyprincesslilly]

☺☺ thank you love. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Bejind the scenes secret, I read and re-read that speech like 10 times in 10 different ways like I was a director trying to see if it hit right all 10 times. Lol. I'm nuts. 😅

Title: One Very Bad Oh So Good Drunken Decision DUO {Comes To Light}{2}***

Alfie Enoch x Brother’s Best Friend Reader AU

Words: 8k

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

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. Now they come to light.

Notes: Here we go again! 😊 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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[royallyprincesslilly]

🤣🤣🤣.

Sign me up too. Thank you, thank you and thank you for checking it out. I'm glad you enjoyed it. 🙏🏽💕

The last gif was me when I finished writing it, like why Jesus, why is this not my life. Lol

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.

Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!!!  ❤️❤️

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