Please read my comment underneath for a little context behind this :)
I sat there looking at the text exchange between Declan and myself. The wedding invitation, the request for me to bring a partner for the photos, the list of attending women; of which I know none. Well, none, apart from one. The one girl I absolutely despise, the one who made my school life a living hell. The bitch queen herself. Anastasia (DUN DUN DUNNNN). “You actually want me to ask that bitch out?” I send in an angry text. Declan soon responds “look man, you’ll be doing me and Emily a huge favour. She’s Emily’s best friend and she doesn’t have a plus one either. She’s in the same boat as you really, doesn’t know anyone else there. Please, it would mean a lot.” I scoff at his text “yeah, can’t imagine why she has no one to take” I say out loud before throwing my phone down on the bed and pacing around the room. I soon pick it up again and reply “fine. But you owe me. What’s her address?”
“Her address? What for?”
“Look I’m not going to ask her to join me over text. She may not deserve it but it would be a bit rude not to ask her to her face.”
“Thank you so much Stefan! Emily will love you for this I promise, it’s [address here]”
“Yeah yeah, whatever. I’ll see you Sunday.”
I get dressed in black track pants and a plain white t shirt before driving out to her place. Standing at the door, I hesitate before I knock. “Well at least when she says no I won’t be the asshole” I say to myself before knocking loudly 3 times. I stand on the front porch, looking out over the quiet suburban street. After a few minutes, I hear the door slowly creak open. “Stefan?” I hear in a smooth, quiet tone. I turn around to see Anastasia in her pyjamas, hair wrapped in a towel and a toothbrush in her mouth. The bitchy little girl I knew in school had grown into a full bodied woman, her curves prevalent through her loose fitting clothes. Her once acne ridden face, perpetually covered in make up throughout our teen years, now adorned with smooth, glowing skin. She still only came up as tall as my chest, but her presence was by no means small. “What do you want?” She asks blankly, as a drop of toothpaste falls from her mouth, landing gracefully on her cleavage. I snap myself out of the daze I’m in and respond “look. This isn’t my idea, and I’m only doing this for Declan and Emily. They want me to get a plus one for the wedding and you’re the only other person I know who’s going. Would you like to… go together?”
She stares at me blankly with her big brown eyes, slowly blinking before she replies. “Okay.”
“What do you mean okay?” I ask frustratedly.
“I spoke with Emily. I’m not thrilled about being paired with a loser like you but it’s my best friends special day and I’m not going to be the asshole who ruins it.”
“Oh, okay then.”
“Is that all?”
“Yeah, I guess?”
“Okay. Sunday, 6pm. Don’t be late.”
With that, she shut the door in my face. “Fucking bitch” I say as I walk back to my car
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12m2wjs/the_unlikely_plus_one_part_1_enemies_to_lovers
So this started out as a sort of joke with a friend who asked me to write some smut for them, the plot behind it was their idea. There’s a LOT of build up in this so I’m sorry if that isn’t your thing. But bear in mind that this did start as a joke, hence a few points of humour here and there. I am not a writer and this is my first time writing smut so any criticism will be appreciated :)
if you’d like to skip to the sex, it’s the final part. I’ve uploaded all 4 parts