"RIVERDALE IMAGINE: you and Reggie Mantle have a birthday pact where you celebrate the shared day every year and this year things get messy"

warnings: sexual interaction in a club [full on sex in this one]

Drunk In Love Series: Part Two

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There is no deeper connection than sharing a birthday pact.

It wasn't that the infamous football player with ebony hair and a passion for insults was a good friend of yours. In fact, you were notoriously known for being enemies within the walls of Riverdale High. From the passive aggressive comments channelled at each other in classes to warning off potential suitors for each other, you were basically at war with each other.

But one day a year you put everything aside to celebrate the day you were both born. It started when you were thirteen, your last year of elementary school. Reggie had realized that the girl who teased him about his bad haircut wasn't going to celebrate her upcoming birthday, also his birthday. He'd forced you to get milkshakes and then go into Greendale where laser tag was a popular activity.

This year was no different; you'd been walking past him in the hallway, a week before the date and he'd pulled you against his locker. With your back flat against the metal and your head tilted up to his, he'd told you the plan.

"Ooh, we're spicing things up this year?" Your lips twisted into an excited smirk and Reggie nodded almost gleefully.

"I already grabbed some fakes for us both but there shouldn't be any trouble. Plus, I booked us one of the rooms there, Ronnie's birthday gift to me."

"Veronica knows about the pact?" You raised a brow and tried not to look concerned. You'd thought the two of you were to always keep it a secret.

Reggie shook his head and rested his hand by your head, his body leaning into you. It was the end of the day and most people were already headed to their cars to go home. The few people who were passing you wouldn't bother gossiping, as far as everyone knew you were probably just arguing.

"Of course not, she thinks I'm taking some random chick I plan on sleeping with. She offered to throw me a party with the Vixens but loyalty comes first, babe."

"Fuck off, Mantle. We're turning nineteen, are you sure you don't want to take advantage of her offer?" You had prayed he would say no even if it seemed like you didn't care. Tradition was all you had lately.

"Don't be stupid, Y/N. I couldn't sleep knowing I let you stay home all lonely on such a sacred day."

"You doubt the power of my popularity, Mantle. I could get anyone to hang out with me if I needed to."

"Wearing this?" Reggie tugged gently at your sweatshirt and you scoffed, giving him a shove even though he didn't budge. Stupid sturdy football players, he was practically a brick wall.

"You know what, Reggie?" you whispered, getting slightly serious as a River Vixen walked by you. "Go to some party and I'll go to the club and pick up some guy. And then I'll make him insanely thankful that you underestimated me."

His dark gaze slipped from your eyes to your lips and then to the locker behind you. He looked like he was about to say something then held back, letting you know the decision was made.

You dipped under his arm and walked away defiantly, wondering what the hell you just did. And for the following week there wasn't a single insult or mention of your birthdays.

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You really weren't going to just go to the club and pick someone up, it wasn't exactly your style. But after a long time of internally arguing with yourself, you realized you couldn't just let Reggie win. So you tugged your 80′s styled black velvet dress over your hips and curled your hair. The tight dress was paired with opened toed ankle boots with heels that would possibly kill your feet by the end of the night. To top it all of you pulled out the sure-to-catch-a-man accessory, a silver chain choker.

You tried not to feel upset while driving to the club, knowing that he wasn't going to be there to spend the night with you. He wasn't your friend but he was something to you, and that was enough to make you disappointed. You'd never thought you'd ever have to spend your birthday technically alone again.

Had you grown slightly attached to day, maybe enjoyed arguing with him a little too much?

You parked the car and entered the club with no problem as they were probably thankful for more attractive young women to populate the building. It was a Thursday night, and even though it was a popular place you knew how they operated. That's how you knew it would be easy to find someone to dance with.

Good looks basically owned those places.

The plan wasn't to get drunk, it was always just to get tipsy. And once your entire body felt warm and your hips swayed more softly, you knew your goal had been reached. You were in control, conscious of every movement or thought but everything felt absolutely calm and just good.

At first you were dancing with a girl who was possibly hotter than Cheryl Blossom herself. Then it was a boy who reminded you of a singer you used to like. And every time someone's hand touched your waist you'd remember who you were supposed to be there with.

The next time you spun around to somebody's hand touching your waist, you were face to face with the one and only Reggie Mantle. Strands of hair covered his eyes and he was wearing a plain black t-shirt and dark jeans. He was possibly a little intoxicated but the weight of his gaze against your body was hardly light.

"You came," you said loudly, trying to hover above the booming music. He just looked at you for a moment before his lips parted with hesitance.

"Who else would I spend my birthday with?"

You lifted your hand to his shoulder and stepped closer to him, only inches between you. His hand was still on your hip as your body began to sway slightly, breathing in the upbeat music like smoke.

Dancing with him was a different kind of celebration than all of the others. Because now he was so close to you that you could feel his breath against your cheek, feel the temperature of his hand on your hip. You'd never been in this position with him, never been on the same team. You'd done laser tag, bowling, sports games and even eating competitions on your birthdays. There'd been ever type of competition that you could think of. It's the way it had always been.

But not in that moment. In that moment your lips were parting to breathe him in and his body moved in the same rhythm as yours. It was possible that his name was the only one you knew in that moment.

"You could have anything or anyone you wanted. I'm sorry, Y/N," he whispered against your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe very purposefully. There was nothing sexier than his mouth against your skin and the first apology you'd ever received from him.

"Prove it," you replied easily.

You were unsure if he even heard you or just lost all reason because of the way your mouth was so close to his. It wasn't just alcohol, it was years of pent up competitiveness and frustration with each other translated into something more... desperate.

Maybe he was never going to be the type of person to fall in love with but he was the type of person who'd never leave your thoughts.

Without a word he picked you up, his hands holding you tight as he let your upper body hang over his shoulder. You bounced slightly as he carried you into one of the drinking lounges. He set you down and you steadied your self before turning the long cushioned seat.

"I was thinking we could exchange gifts this year," he whispered. 

"I think you'll do," you whispered back.

You breathed in suddenly when his hand slowly wrapped around your waist, your back pressing against him. It's hard not to moan his name as his fingers run down the base of your neck to the zipper of your dress. As the dress falls to the floor he's moving your hair to one side of your neck, his fingers grazing your collarbone and then his lips are against your neck. And now one hand is moving down until being steady on your hip and another is gently grabbing your ass through the thin material hugging your skin.

Your head tilts back and his lips are against your ear lobe before you turn your head slightly. He's the perfect height, his lips finding yours in twisted passion. You can't remember the last time you wanted something so badly as much as you wanted him in that moment. Somehow you were turning and now facing him, his body angled towards the door. You push him back against the seats and reach behind your back, unclipping your bra with one hand.

Reggie's hands tighten on the sides of the cushions and he's sinking down slightly as you're climbing onto him. Your knees settle on either side of him, and you're straddling his waist. It takes merely seconds of grinding down into his lap before he's reaching behind you, his hand brushing your shoulders before gathering your hair between his fingers.

A moan pushes past your lips while his hand tugs your hair and your body tilts up to him. His lips are against your throat, kissing their way down to your collar bone and sucking gently on your skin. The same lips that always had an insult, always had an argument, were now leaving small marks across your breasts, his tongue warm against your nipple. His hips seem to almost buck up to press harder against you, his hand moving to your waist as his nails sink into your skin. The small bite of pain is enough to make you find his lips again, your tongue meeting his and letting the taste of spearmint gum take over your senses.

Your fingers dip into the waistband of his jeans and your thumb pushes down the zipper. You're kissing his jaw as a hand leaves your skin and he's undoing the button in record time. When a small groan is released from his throat you know he's losing focus, desire completely in control of his mind.

 Everything is a little bit more jagged, moments quick then slow. 

His boxers are out of the way and you're biting your lip, suppressing pointless nerves. You know he wants you, and you know that everything you thought you felt for him before means nothing compared to this. Your hand grips him with slight pressure and two slick fingers push the material of your underwear to the side and find your clit, rubbing you gently as your hips rise. You settle on him slowly, your body adjusting to having him inside of you. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as you clench around him and you're entranced by the different emotions your actions elicit from him. It's so unfamiliar and all you want to admit how positively foreign yet perfect this feels.

It's a breathless moment, being far more connected with him than you'd ever expected and hearing your name on his lips in a begging form. Your body is rocking against his hips at a steady pace and he's mumbling for you to go faster. You easily comply; he's too convincing with his hands moving up and down your thighs.

"Does this mean--" You suck in your breath as his lips brush against your breasts before you find the will to speak again, "you're finally beneath me?"

His teeth bite into your skin and you're gasping again as he lifts his body up with you still against him. Before you have a chance to give mumbled protest, he's lying you down on the cushions and he's over you.

His hair falls in his eyes as his head bows, his lips brushing gently against yours. 

"You wish."