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the bathroom

pairing: argyle x afab!reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: heading to your first college party sounded fun at first, it wasn't until you saw Argyle. that's when you knew the real fun was about to begin.

WARNINGS: SMUT, marijuana use, high sex

a/n: guess who finally has a free day to finish writing this up and posting : DD this might flop because--you know reasons.

To understand your situation right now is absolutely crazy. Going to your first college party with your best friend–only for her to be swept away by some of her teammates and ignoring you for the rest of the night. Not really knowing where to go, you stand in the corner.

Watching everyone interact, looking like they’re six years old again. It felt bittersweet. The loud music and the body heat was starting to get you irritated.

“Yo!” A familiar face calls for you.

“Argyle?” You say, squirting your eyes in the dark. You knew Argyle in high school. The things that the two of you did while in high school could be a whole book in itself. What you didn’t know is that the two of you went to the same college.

“Long time no see, dudette!” He cheers as he wraps his arms around.

“Oh my god–it’s refreshing to see a familiar face.” You say as a breath of relief leaves your lungs. You pull away from the hug and take a good look at him.

He’s still the same except you could tell he’s been shaving recently. He dawned on his colorful prints that he had since highschool. You and him were inseparable when it came to that shitty place back in Lenora. Yet even the shittiest places caused the best memories, especially with him.

“You know, I got some dope on me, we could hit it off like last time.” He shrugs his shoulders, trying to hit his implications. “If you know what I mean.” He teases, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

Usually when getting high with Argyle, it always ends with you and him in a bed together. Sophomore year in high school was when all of the conflicted feelings and the growing happened for the two of you to end up how you are today. In the bathroom, lighting a blunt, with Argyle at your first official college party. What fun.

Argyle, with the join in between his two fingers, nudges the blunt towards you. Silently asking if you’d like to hit first.

“Oh fuck yeah.” You groan out as you grab the blunt from him. You put it in between your lips and began to look for a light. Argyle, who's already three steps ahead of you, pulls him out and flicks the light on. You expect him to just hand the lighter but instead he leans in and lights the end of the blunt. You take the initiative and inhale. The smoke hitting the back of your throat so quickly, you could’ve started coughing. Well, when you’ve smoked as much as you and Argyle have, the first was calm.

As you take the blunt that lays on your lips into your hand, resting, you hold the smoke in your lungs. You look at him, squinting your eyes as you hand him the blunt. He takes it from you as you finally exhale the smoke. He brings the blunt to his lips and inhales. He could feel the smoke enter his lungs as he kept on inhaling.

“Holy shit.” With the way Argyle was smoking, it seemed as if he was trying to forget the week. “Take it easy babe, it’s only like 10:30.” You joke as he finally hands you the blunt. He holds the smoke in his lungs, not letting smoke escape his breath any time soon. The two of you took hit after hit, letting yourself loose in the bathroom. People entering to use the restroom were either ‘I don’t care–I gotta go’ or ‘welp, there’s always outside’. That didn’t stop the two of you. You and Argyle would strike up a conversation with whoever decided to test their luck in the bathroom.

You feel light. The blunt that the two of you shared lays on the counter propped up, waiting for the next hit. Your mind wanders all over the place. You try to look at yourself in the mirror yet it feels weird. It feels like you were looking at someone else in the mirror, yet you knew it was you.

“Oh god, I am fucked up.” Argyle says as he’s looking at himself.

“Tell me about it.” Your eyes felt like they were crossing yet they were still. You make eye contact with Argyle through the mirror, watching what his next move is.

“You know what happens next, right?” Argyle warns.

The thing about you two is that once the both of you get high together, it seems as if self-control goes out the window. Before you could even think about what to say, you practically threw yourself onto him. On your toes to meet him on the lips. Kissing him hungrily.

You slowly climb on the sink, allowing him to get comfortable in between your legs. Your fingers laced with his hair by his roots, tugging lightly on it to get a grip.

He whispers, “Fuck,” as he pulls away from your lips, a trail of saliva from either one of your mouths is stuck to his lips “You sure you want this?” He asks.

“Argyle, I kissed you first. Are you sure you want this?”

Argyle, not giving you a verbal answer, headed straight for your neck. Kiss it softly at first before licking it up and down. You tilt your head to give him more room for him to play with your neck. Your eyebrows furrowed as your eyes are squeezed shut.

You moan out his name, hoping he could take the hint and go lower. Thankfully he didn’t because the bathroom door swung open.

“Dude!” Argyle yells out at the party goer. The person shyly walked away, apologizing. Once they left, Argyle went straight for the door and locked it. Giving privacy for the two of you.

As he turns around and faces you, he sees a smile etched onto your face. Your face cramps at how you’ve been smiling so hard. Argyle, having his back still towards you, locked the door before finally seeing you. You–perched so beautifully on the bathroom counters. Your smile never faded once he turned around.

“What?” He asks.

“Come over here and fuck me.” Argyle, with no hesitation, put his hair into a bun before coming back to kiss you.

His hands on your waist as he settles in between your legs, lips not wanting to leave yours. Your arms rest on his shoulders, weaving your fingers into his hair.

Slowly, he kisses along your jaw. His hands move up and down your waist, touching you gingerly. Your legs wrap around him instantly as he moves along your body. He finally gained the courage

He lowers his head, lips attached to your neck. As you sit upon the bathroom counter, Argyle lowers himself onto his knees. His hands are still touching you wherever he can. As he sits on his knees, he looks up at you, waiting for your next move. His eyes were blown ready for more. You take this hint and begin to unbutton your pants, tugging at them quickly so they can get off of you.

He tries to help take them off once they reach around your knees, and there you are waiting for him as he tosses the pants to the side. Argyle could feel himself drool. His salivating, something he thought he couldn’t do.

“May I?” He asks as he places your legs on his shoulders. You curse at the sight of him, his hair in a bun, your legs on top of his shoulder and his hand slowly into your panties to let him get to his main goal: your pussy.

You nod silently, letting him pull your panties to the side and see your cunt. When he pushed the clothing to the side, his eyes were stuck to your clit like glue on a piece of paper. He quickly makes use of his mouth and puts it onto your clit. Before he puts his tongue onto it, he spits on it. You yelped when you felt the spit make contact, but moaned when you felt it drip.

Before the spit started dripping, he began licking lightly on your clit. Your eyebrows furrowed and your eyes shut when he made contact.

“Ari.” you moan.

“Yes?” He teasingly asks. He moves his head away from your heat.

“Don’t even start.” You say.

“Start what?” This was getting infuriating.

“Argyle.” “Say it and I’ll stop.”

“God,” you roll your eyes at his attempt to tease “Argyle.”

“Beg.” He began to draw circles on your clit, slowly.

“Fuck—fine,” you say, gripping the counter, “please.”

And as if on cue, Argyle hungirly laps up your cunt. His tongue licks you, from your clit and down–making sure to get everything nice and wet for him. You toss your head back, making contact with the mirror. He holds your legs, parting them so he could have more freedom when eating you out.

From your peripheral, you could see the unlit blunt waiting for the next lucky person. It just so happened to be you. You pick it up and find the light, then you hit it once. As you inhale the smoke, letting it travel through you, breathing it in, you can feel Argyle slip a finger in. As you moan out, the smoke leaves your mouth. Argyle watches as the smoke exits and your head tilts back. You could feel yourself drip as he arches his finger inside you. “Fuck–” Argyle breaks the ‘silence’ between you two, “god, you’re so pretty.” His lips attach to your clit as he slips in another finger effortlessly.

You could feel the familiar coil beginning to curl. Argyle can feel that you're close as well. Your walls began to clench onto his fingers as he curled them inside. As he continued using his fingers and mouth on you, you were finally reaching that ecstasy you were dreaming of. Argyle harshly sucks on your clit and finally you were able to release all of the tension that was building up.

As you were coming down from your high, Argyle was soaked–face and down. His eyes were shut, just in case he got some in his eyes, mouth open, and shirt drenched.

“Fuck.” He moans out. He wipes his face down, and locks eyes with you. Argyle smirks up at you while you cover your face. “That was hot.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” He comes up from off of the floor to kiss you on the forehead “you’ll be doing it more often tonight.”

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