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hey cutie pie !! ive literally been obsessed with ur writing and re-reading ur george clarke fic 🤭. i was wondering if u could make a george clarke fic about reader being highschool sweethearts with him ( i dont know where id want it to go its completely up to you, ive just seen soso many photos of younger george in school and hes so cutesy and yum ) anyway bye bye xx

Sweetheart || George Clarke.

Part 1

Ur honestly so cute, I need to start re-reading my drafts and publishing them.. currently have inside ep 1,2 in my drafts rn😩 BUT THANK YOU CUTIE!! Hope you like this 😊

Summary: She’s the school’s star cheerleader, and he’s the cocky rugby player who drives her up the wall. They’ve been at each other’s throats for as long as they can remember petty arguments, competitive banter, stolen glances that last too long.

But when Charlie, one of George’s teammates, starts flirting a little too shamelessly, the rivalry between them shifts into something sharper, more personal. Because George hates it—hates the way Charlie talks about her, the way he looks at her.

And one day, he snaps.

George x reader, fem!reader , explicit language

There most definitely will be a part 2 to this!!

ENJOY!!

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If there was one person in the entire school who could ruin my day in under five seconds, it was George Clarkey.

And unfortunately, he seemed to be everywhere.

“You’re glaring again,” my best friend, Liv, pointed out, nudging me with her elbow.

I tore my eyes away from the rugby pitch, where George was currently jogging back to his position, annoyingly smug even while covered in mud. His school rugby shirt was practically clinging to him, damp from the drizzle, and his curls were messy from where he kept ruffling them.

Not that I noticed. Obviously.

“I’m not glaring,” I said, flipping my ponytail over my shoulder. “I’m just… observing.”

Liv snorted. “Right. Observing how fit he looks?”

I turned to her, horrified. “Absolutely not. He’s—ugh insufferable. Cocky, irritating, never stops talking. Did I mention cocky?”

“Only about a hundred times.”

And, as if on cue, George spotted me from across the field. A slow smirk spread across his face, like he knew he was annoying me just by existing.

He jogged a bit closer and called out, loud enough for everyone to hear, “You here to support me, sweetheart?”

I clenched my jaw, ignoring the way my stomach flipped at that ridiculous nickname.

“Please,” I shot back, hands on my hips. “If I wanted to watch someone roll around in the mud, I’d get a dog.”

His teammates howled with laughter, clapping him on the back. But George? He just grinned, jogging backwards like he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

“You’re obsessed with me, admit it!”

“In your dreams, Clarkey!”

The thing about George was that he thrived on winding me up. Which meant I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that, no matter how annoying he was..he also made my heart race in a way that I hated.

George and I had been at each other’s throats since Year 9. It started when he made a very loud, very wrong comment about how cheerleading wasn’t a real sport. I may have responded by stealing his boots before a big match. He retaliated by swapping my water bottle with vinegar during training.

From there, it spiralled. Pranks, insults, who can annoy the other the most. It was our thing.

So when we walked into history the next day and the teacher started reading out partner assignments for our coursework, I wasn’t worried. There was no way she’d put me with George. She knew we were a disaster waiting to happen.

But then—

“George Clarkey and [ ].”

The entire room went silent.

Someone actually gasped.

I blinked. “You’re joking.”

George, sitting two seats away, let out a low whistle. “Ooh. That’s unfortunate for you, sweetheart.”

The teacher ignored both of us. “You’ll be working together on this project for the next few weeks, so I suggest you figure out a way to get along.”

I turned to George, who was already watching me with that bloody smirk. “You better actually do work,” I muttered as I slid into the seat next to him.

He leaned in slightly, voice low enough that only I could hear. “What, scared to spend time with me?”

My breath hitched annoyingly but I masked it with an unimpressed look. “Scared you’ll get shown up by me, more like.”

His grin deepened, all challenge and amusement. “This is gonna be fun.”

I had a horrible feeling he was right.

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I hated being partnered with George. I really did.

But if there was one small silver lining to this absolute disaster of a situation, it was that his best mate, Charlie, was actually a decent person.

Charlie was in my maths class, and we’d always gotten along well enough. Unlike George, he wasn’t constantly winding me up or trying to make my life miserable. And, unlike George, he didn’t seem to think cheerleading was a joke.

“You’re well unlucky,” Charlie said with a sympathetic smile as we walked out of class together. “Being stuck with Clarkey, I mean. Absolute nightmare, that one.”

I snorted. “Tell me about it.”

He grinned. “If you need someone to rant to, I’m happy to volunteer.”

And then, before I could even respond, George appeared out of nowhere, stepping right between us like some sort of human barricade.

“Alright, mate?” George clapped Charlie on the back a bit too hard. “Didn’t know you were trying to steal my project partner.”

Charlie laughed, glancing at me. “She’s your problem now, not mine.”

George turned to me, eyebrows raised. “That true, sweetheart? You going round complaining about me already?”

I rolled my eyes. “Didn’t have to. Everyone already knows you’re unbearable.”

He smirked. “And yet, here you are, walking with my mate. What, trying to get closer to me through him?”

Charlie shot him a look. “Don’t be a nob, Clarkey.”

George laughed like he wasn’t being completely insufferable, but something flickered in his expression something I couldn’t quite place.

I ignored it. Instead, I turned to Charlie and smiled. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

His face lit up in a way that made something twist in my stomach.

I wasn’t oblivious I’d noticed the way Charlie looked at me lately. The way he found excuses to talk to me, to sit next to me in class. And, if I was honest, I liked the attention.

It wasn’t like that but it was nice. Unlike George, who lived to annoy me, Charlie was easy to talk to.

Apparently, George hated that.

Because as soon as Charlie walked off, he let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his damp curls. “Fucking hell. If I have to watch him flirt with you for the next few weeks, I might actually lose my mind.”

I crossed my arms, tilting my head. “What’s your problem?”

He scoffed. “Charlie never shuts up about you. It’s pathetic.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so you can flirt with half the school, but the second someone likes me, it’s a problem?”

His jaw clenched. “I don’t flirt with everyone.”

I let out a humourless laugh. “Right. You just call everyone ‘sweetheart’ and wink at anything that moves.”

George’s smirk twitched slightly, but there was something else behind it now, something a little more serious.

“You jealous, love?” His voice was lower now, teasing, but not in his usual careless way.

I stared at him. “Of what?”

He stepped closer. Not enough to be obvious, not enough to draw attention, but enough. Enough that I caught the scent of his aftershave, enough that my pulse betrayed me completely.

“Of them,” he murmured. “The girls I flirt with.”

I refused to let him get to me. Refused to let him know that my brain was currently short circuiting from the way he was looking at me.

So I forced a smirk, tilting my head up defiantly. “Not even a little bit.”

Lie. Massive, massive lie.

But George just hummed, stepping back with a knowing glint in his eyes. “If you say so, sweetheart.”

And then he was walking off, leaving me standing there, heart hammering, absolutely furious that he could still get under my skin like that.

But come to think of it, I wasn’t encouraging Charlie. Not really.

But I also wasn’t stopping him.

Because, if nothing else, watching George Clarkey’s jaw clench every time Charlie spoke to me was quickly becoming one of my new favourite things.

“Here, let me carry that for you,” Charlie offered, reaching for my books as we walked out of the library.

I raised an eyebrow. “I can carry my own books, you know.”

He grinned. “Yeah, but I’m trying to be chivalrous.”

I rolled my eyes but let him take them anyway. “What a gentleman.”

Charlie was easy to be around. He was funny, charming, and unlike George he didn’t actively make it his mission to wind me up constantly.

Which is exactly why I shouldn’t have been even remotely surprised when George appeared out of nowhere, stepping directly between us like a human roadblock.

“Oi, Charlie,” he said, completely ignoring me. “Didn’t know you’d started a new career as a personal assistant.”

Charlie let out a short laugh. “It’s called being nice, Clarkey. You should try it sometime.”

George’s gaze snapped to me, sharp and unreadable. “Think she can manage carrying her own books, though.”

Charlie shrugged. “Yeah, but I offered.”

George let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of his neck like he was physically restraining himself from saying something stupid. Which was rare for him, considering he never shut up.

“Whatever,” he muttered, finally turning to me. “You ready for this project thing or what?”

I gave him a look. “You mean the thing you were ten minutes late for?”

He smirked. “Took my time. Knew you’d still be here flirting with Charlie, anyway.”

I scoffed, ignoring the way my face betrayed me completely by heating up. “I was not—”

“Anyway,” Charlie cut in, clearing his throat. He handed my books back, giving me a quick smile. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

I nodded. “Yeah, see you.”

The second he was gone, George let out a short, irritated breath.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered under his breath. “You really like entertaining him, don’t you?”

I turned to him, crossing my arms. “And what exactly is your problem with that?”

He scoffed. “No problem.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Right. That’s why you keep glaring at him like he’s personally offended you.”

George rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “He’s just—” He paused, shaking his head. “Forget it.”

But now I was curious. I stepped forward, tilting my head. “He’s just what?”

George exhaled sharply, muttering something under his breath before meeting my gaze again. “He’s a mate, alright? And I know for a fact that if he actually asked you out, it wouldn’t just be some little flirt for him.”

I frowned. “And what if he did ask me out?”

George went completely still.

I almost laughed at the look on his face like the thought had genuinely never occurred to him before. Like he hadn’t actually considered the possibility that I might actually say yes.

Then his jaw tensed.

“You wouldn’t,” he said simply.

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And why’s that?”

George met my gaze, something unreadable flickering behind his usual cocky, irritating expression.

Then he smirked, leaning in slightly just enough to make my breath hitch.

“Because,” he murmured, “you’d get bored of him in about a week.”

My stomach flipped. Stupid. So stupid.

I straightened my shoulders, forcing a scoff. “And you think I wouldn’t get bored of you?”

George’s smirk deepened, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down my spine.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said smoothly. “You’d never get bored of me.”

My heart was pounding now, and I hated him for it. Hated the way he could do this push my buttons, wind me up, and still make my stomach do stupid, ridiculous flips all at once.

So I forced a smile. A sweet, fake, infuriatingly polite smile.

“Watch me.”

Then I turned and walked off, knowing full well that George Clarkey was still watching me the entire way.

And, if I wasn’t completely losing my mind, I think I just made things even worse.

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At first, it was just light teasing compliments here, cheeky comments there. And I didn’t mind it. In fact, I enjoyed it. Not because I fancied him, but because of the way George absolutely lost his mind every time Charlie so much as looked at me.

But lately, it had shifted.

Charlie had started getting… bolder. The lingering touches, the low murmurs when no one else was listening. And while I’d brushed it off at first, something about it felt off.

I just hadn’t realised how off until I overheard exactly what he was saying about me.

The changing room was loud with the usual post-training banter—laughter, the sound of boots being tossed aside, the occasional thud of someone slamming a locker shut. Charlie was in the middle of a story, half-dressed, stretching out his sore muscles.

Then her name came up.

A few heads turned, but no one stopped him. Charlie had been talking about her a lot lately—more than usual. Flirting with her in the corridors, finding excuses to be around her. But today, there was a different edge to his words.

A low chuckle. “Mate, I swear, the things I’d do to her…”

George stilled.

“Bet she’s a little tease in private, all attitude in public but proper desperate behind closed doors.”

Someone snorted. Someone else muttered, “Behave, mate.” But no one stopped him.

“I’d have her screaming my name by the end of the night.”

The sound of boots hitting the floor, a sharp inhale—then a sudden, violent slam.

Charlie’s back hit the lockers with a heavy thud.

The room went silent.

George stood in front of him, fists clenched, jaw tight, eyes burning with something dangerous.

“Shut your f**king mouth, Charlie.”

A stunned pause. Then, Charlie let out a short, breathless laugh. “The f**k, Clarkey?”

George didn’t move. Didn’t blink. “Say that again. I f**king dare you.”

Charlie’s smirk flickered, like he couldn’t decide whether to be pissed off or amused. “Oh, come on. It’s just banter.”

“Banter?” The word came out slow, sharp.

Charlie scoffed. “Don’t tell me you care. It’s not like she’s yours.”

The tension in the room snapped, thick enough to choke on.

Every muscle in George’s body was drawn tight, like he was barely holding himself back. A challenge hung in the air, unspoken but blistering.

Then, movement in the doorway.

Her voice.

“George?”

Everything stopped.

Heads turned. A few of the boys suddenly found something very interesting about their boots.

She stood in the entrance, eyes locked on George, gaze flicking between him and Charlie. Something shifted in her expression—realisation, understanding.

And then, without a word, she walked past Charlie like he wasn’t even there.

Straight to George.

Fingers wrapped around his wrist. A small but deliberate touch.

No one spoke.

Charlie let out a breath, muttering something under his breath, but no one laughed this time.

A moment passed.

Then she tugged George towards the door, and he let her.

The second they were gone, the silence broke.

“Mate, what the f**k was that?” someone muttered.

No one had an answer. But everyone knew. Something had just changed.

The walk from the changing room was silent.

She hadn’t let go of his wrist. Not until they were outside, away from the laughter, the echo of boots against the floor, the lingering weight of what just happened.

When she finally did, George exhaled sharply, running a hand through his damp curls. His whole body was still wired with anger, every muscle tense.

She watched him carefully, arms crossed. “What the hell was that?”

George let out a sharp, humourless laugh, looking away. “You heard what that dickhead was saying.”

“Yeah, I did,” she shot back. “But why do you care so much?”

That question hit him like a punch to the gut.

His jaw clenched. “Are you fucking serious?”

She stepped closer, voice low. “Yes, George. I’m serious. You’ve been acting like a complete lunatic every time Charlie so much as looks at me. And now you’re starting fights in the changing room? What is your problem?”

George scoffed, shaking his head. “My problem? My problem is that he talks about you like you’re some fucking thing to win.”

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t look away.

George huffed out another breath, stepping back. “Forget it. You clearly don’t care.”

A beat of silence. Then..

“You think I don’t care?”

Her voice was quiet, but something in it made him pause.

He turned back, and—fuck

She wasn’t just angry. She was hurt.

Something twisted in his chest, hard and sudden.

She shook her head, looking at him like she was finally seeing it. “You don’t get to stand there and act like you’re the only one who’s pissed off, George. You think I liked hearing him say that? You think I liked knowing you were about to..” She stopped herself, inhaling sharply. “I don’t need you fighting my battles for me.”

George let out a slow breath, dragging a hand over his face. “I wasn’t—” He stopped. Swallowed. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“No shit,” she muttered.

For a second, neither of them spoke.

A gust of wind blew past, the only sound between them. The usual noise of the school a distant shout from the pitch, the sound of doors slamming felt muffled, like they were in their own space, locked in this moment neither of them knew how to get out of.

George exhaled. “Look.” His voice came out quieter than before, rough around the edges. “I just” He stopped himself, shaking his head. “Forget it.”

She hated when he did that started a sentence, then shut it down like it didn’t matter.

So she stepped forward, forcing him to meet her eyes. “Say it.”

His jaw ticked. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Say it, George.”

And that was it. That was the breaking point.

Because before he could stop himself, the words spilled out, raw and reckless

“Of course it fucking matters!”

Her breath caught.

George shoved a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I hate it. I hate watching him flirt with you. I hate the way he talks about you. I hate” He stopped, shaking his head. “I hate that you don’t fucking see it.”

Silence.

Her voice was barely a whisper. “See what?”

George let out a harsh laugh, bitter and frustrated, because seriously?

He stepped closer. Not like before not teasing, not playful. This was something different. Something that made the air between them feel thick, heavy, electric.

“Jesus Christ.” His voice was lower now, rough. “You, sweetheart. You think I’ve been acting like this for fun? You think I don’t care?” His breath was uneven, and he hated it. Hated that she could do this to him. “I care too fucking much, and it’s ruining me.”

The words hung there, unshakable.

She didn’t move. Didn’t say a word.

Then slowly, carefully she reached for his wrist.

Soft, hesitant.

And George who was always so loud, so sure, so quick with a comeback went completely, utterly still.

Something in his chest tightened.

Her fingers curled slightly, just enough to keep him there. Not pulling, not pushing. Just holding on.

And George?

George let her.

Because he was done fighting it.

The weight of George’s words still hung in the air, thick and impossible to ignore.

“I care too fucking much, and it’s ruining me.”

She hadn’t moved. Hadn’t spoken. Just stood there, fingers still wrapped around his wrist soft, hesitant, deliberate.

George didn’t breathe. Didn’t dare.

Because if he did, if he let himself feel this properly, he didn’t know if he’d be able to stop.

She looked at him then, really looked at him, and it was too much the way her gaze softened, the way she was holding onto him like she finally understood.

“George,” she said, voice quieter now, like the fight had drained out of her.

And it wrecked him.

Because he’d spent so long pretending acting like none of this mattered, like she wasn’t under his skin in ways that no one else had ever been.

But now?

Now she was so close.

And he couldn’t pretend anymore.

His free hand lifted without thinking, fingers brushing against her jaw, tentative, testing giving her a chance to pull away.

She didn’t.

If anything, she leaned into it.

Something inside him snapped.

Before either of them could talk themselves out of it, he tilted his head and closed the space between them, pressing his lips against hers.

Soft at first hesitant, searching but then she made a small, breathless sound against his mouth, and it sent something crashing through him.

His hands moved, gripping her waist, pulling her closer, like he was making up for every second he’d wasted pushing her away.

She kissed him back like she’d been waiting for this just as long, fingers twisting in his hoodie, holding him there, like she needed this too.

And God, he was gone for her. Completely, helplessly gone.

When they finally pulled apart, their breathing was uneven, faces still close.

Her fingers were still curled into his hoodie. His hands were still on her waist.

And George who had always been so cocky, so sure of himself could barely get his voice to work.

“Sweetheart…” His forehead rested against hers, voice rough, breathless. “Tell me I haven’t just completely fucked this up.”

A small, mischievous smile tugged at her lips.

“You think I’d kiss you like that if you had?”

George huffed out a laugh, shaking his head, thumb tracing absent circles on her hip.

“You’re a tease,” he murmured.

She grinned. “And you love it.”

He did.

And for once, he wasn’t afraid to admit it.

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Sidemen pop the balloon: George clarke edition

Part 2 !

MDNI!!!, virgin reader, p in v, 18+, mature content, fluff, after care, fem!oral, male!oral. SMUT

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George took a deep breath before stepping out of the Sidemen’s room, still feeling the echoes of their relentless teasing. He ran a hand through his hair, mentally preparing himself to face you again.

As soon as he walked back out, he found you waiting, arms crossed, smirking.

“Oh, look who decided to come back,” you teased. “Thought you were gonna run away for good.”

George chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Nah, I just needed… emotional support.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You mean they rinsed you alive, didn’t they?”

He sighed dramatically. “Absolutely. They were basically planning my funeral.”

You laughed, tilting your head slightly. “Well, good thing I’m into ghosts.”

George blinked. Then, a slow, cheeky smile spread across his face. “Oh, so you’re into me then?”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t deny it. “Mmm… depends.”

George crossed his arms. “On?”

You smirked. “How smooth your next line is.”

He paused for a second, thinking, before slowly pulling out his phone. “Alright, so… let’s say I wanna text you later. Hypothetically, of course.”

You narrowed your eyes playfully. “Hypothetically.”

George nodded. “Right. But I tragically have no way of doing that. Because I have no number to text.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “That is a tragic situation, yeah.”

George sighed dramatically, holding a hand over his heart. “If only someone gorgeous and funny could help me out here.

You rolled your eyes, snatching his phone from his hand and typing in your number. “There. Now you don’t have to suffer in silence.”

George grinned, “Ah, perfect. Now I can text you awful pickup lines at all hours of the night.”

You laughed. “Can’t wait.”

Before you handed his phone back, you quickly took a sneaky selfie, smirking into the camera.

George noticed immediately. “Wait what did you just do?”

You winked, passing the phone back. “Made sure you don’t forget who gave you that number.”

He looked down, seeing your photo set as his contact ID. He shook his head, chuckling. “You’re.. i don’t know the word for it.”

“Yeah? Is that so.” You smiled, You knew the date was at its end so you stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him in a brief but warm hug. George hesitated for a second before hugging you back, his hand resting on your lower back.

Then, just before you pulled away, you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

George froze.

His brain short circuited. His hands dropped from your waist, and for a solid five seconds, he just stared at you, completely stunned.

You grinned, enjoying his reaction. “Cat got your tongue, Clarkey?!”

He blinked a few times. Then, finally, he let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair.

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The second George stepped into the Sidemen room, he was DOOMED.

JJ smirked. “Nah. Nah. Did you see how he walked back in? That’s a changed man.”

Ethan grinned. “Man’s moving like a romcom protagonist.”

Tobi clapped his hands together. “Alright, Clarke. Spill.”

Danny Arrons leaned in. “Did you ask for her number?”

George sighed, collapsing onto the couch. “Yeah.”

The boys cheered.

Simon grinned. “Did she kiss you?”

George groaned. “Yeah.”

The boys screamed.

JJ shook George’s shoulders. “Mate. She wants you.”

Harry smirked. “And what did you do? Did you fumble?”

George ran a hand through his hair. “No! I think I played it cool?”

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “You think?”

Danny laughed. “Nah, man is down horrendous.”

George groaned. “I hate you all.”

JJ smirked. “And yet, she’s probably texting you right now.”

As if on cue..

George’s phone buzzed.

The boys lost their minds.

———————-

George hadn’t messaged you back from your “heyy” yet, you were contemplating whether it was mainly all just an act for the show obviously.. well until.

your phone buzzed.

A wave of relief passed through your body.

George: Alright, serious question.

You smirked and typed back.

You: Serious? I don’t believe it.

George: Dead serious. When are we meeting again?

You raised an eyebrow, biting your lip before replying.

You: Eager, aren’t we?

George: Not eager. Just… strategically planning.

You: Oh yeah? Planning what?

George: To actually say words next time without going speechless for half the night.

You laughed, shaking your head before replying.

You: Alright, then. How about a jazz bar? I’ve always wanted to go to one.

George: That’s perfect. Pick the night, I’ll pick the place.

———————

The jazz bar was stunning. Warm golden lights flickered against deep mahogany walls, the sound of a slow saxophone humming through the air.

You walked in, your red silk dress hugging your figure in all the right places, catching the glow of the dim lighting.

George spotted you instantly. And for a solid moment, he forgot how to function.

You smirked, sliding into the seat across from him. “Like what you see?”

George exhaled, shaking his head. “You look… wow.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Wow?”

He chuckled. “I meant stunning. But ‘wow’ came out first.”

You leaned forward slightly. “I’ll accept both.”

A waiter appeared, placing down your drinks a deep red wine for you, a whiskey for George.

George swirled his glass, looking at you. “So. Now that we’re not being watched by a whole production team… think I have a better chance at impressing you?”

You smirked. “Maybe. But I kinda liked watching you squirm.”

George laughed, shaking his head. “Of course you did.”

You took a sip of your wine, your eyes never leaving his. “So… what’s something I don’t know about you?”

George thought for a second, then leaned in. “I actually suck at dancing. Like, horrifically.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Even slow dancing?”

He hesitated. “…Maybe. Depends. Are you offering to test that theory?”

You smirked, tilting your head. “Maybe.”

George smiled, running a thumb over the rim of his glass. “Alright, your turn. Tell me something.”

You tapped your fingers against your wine glass. “I may have stalked your old YouTube and tik tok videos before this.”

George choked on his drink. “Wait you WHAT?”

You laughed, enjoying his reaction. “Just a little research.”

He put a hand over his heart. “I am never recovering from this.”

You grinned. “Don’t worry, I still agreed to see you again, didn’t I?”

George exhaled, shaking his head. “You’re actually trouble.”

You smirked, leaning forward just enough for the tension to spike between you. “And yet… here you are.”

He licked his lips, eyes flickering to yours. “Yeah… here I am.”

The air thickened, the music slowing, the golden glow reflecting off your dress.

You swirled your wine glass, letting the dim lighting catch on the deep red liquid. Across from you, George watched entranced.

“Alright,” you said, tilting your head. “Tell me something real this time. No surface level facts. Give me a deep cut.”

George raised an eyebrow. “A deep cut?”

You smirked, setting your glass down. “Yeah. Something you wouldn’t just tell anyone.”

He exhaled, leaning back slightly. “Alright. You wanna know something?”

You nodded.

George ran a hand through his hair, then said, “I was actually nervous as hell when I saw you walk in during that Sidemen video.”

You blinked, slightly caught off guard. “Really?”

George scoffed. “Yeah. I mean, I already knew you were fit, but when you actually walked in… yeah, I kinda panicked internally.”

You bit your lip, smirking. “And here I thought you were playing it cool.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, not at all. Full meltdown.

You chuckled, taking another sip of your wine before leaning in slightly. “Well… if it helps, I was nervous too.”

George tilted his head. “No way.”

You nodded, swirling your glass. “Mhm. I mean, I talk a big game, but when I knew you were watching from the other room, I thought ‘what if he actually thinks I’m a weirdo?’”

George blinked, then let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “What? You? A weirdo?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You mean I’m not?”

George smirked. “Oh, you are. But in a way that’s actually kind of perfect.”

Your stomach flipped.

You covered it up with a sip of wine, keeping your expression calm. But you couldn’t hide the way your cheeks warmed.

George noticed.

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Did I just make you blush?”

You scoffed, setting your glass down. “Absolutely not.”

He leaned forward slightly. “Oh, I think I did.”

You shook your head. “You’re delusional.”

George grinned. “Or maybe I’m just winning.”

You laughed. “Oh, we’re competing now?”

He shrugged, taking a slow sip of his whiskey. “I mean… I like to win.”

You smirked, leaning in so close your knees brushed under the table. “Then, Clarke… you better bring your A-game.”

George licked his lips. “I intend to.”

The tension thickened, the conversation slowing, but the air between you buzzed with something undeniable.

Then, the music shifted.

A soft, slow tune filled the space, couples drifting onto the dance floor, swaying under the golden glow.

You glanced toward them, then back at George. “You know… now would be the perfect time to prove you don’t actually suck at slow dancing.”

George scoffed. “Oh, you’re still on that?”

You nodded. “Absolutely.”

George hesitated, but the look in your eyes dared him.

So, with a sigh, he stood and held out his hand. “Alright, then. Let’s see what happens.”

You took his hand, letting him lead you onto the dance floor.

He placed a tentative hand on your waist, and you looped your arms around his neck, pulling him just a little closer than necessary.

George inhaled sharply but didn’t move away.

The two of you swayed in slow circles, the heat of his hand against your waist sending a quiet thrill up your spine.

“I’m not stepping on your feet yet, so that’s a good sign,” he murmured.

You smiled. “I’ll let you know if that changes.”

He chuckled, his grip tightening slightly. “Good.”

The song stretched on, the two of you caught in the moment. Neither of you said much, but you didn’t need to. His eyes were fixated on your lips. You noticed but you didn’t mention it.

When the song ended, George pulled back slightly, his hands lingering on your waist.

You looked up at him, smirking. “Not bad, Clarke.”

He exhaled, shaking his head. “I’m actually sweating.”

You laughed, stepping back. “Alright, we’ll call it a win.”

George sighed dramatically. “Finally.”

The night started winding down after that.

You could feel the drinks, and you were sure George could as well.

At one point, George leaned forward. “Alright, one last question.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”

He hesitated. “Your answer in the Sidemen video. About… you know. Zero.”

You blinked, caught slightly off guard. “Oh.”

George rubbed his jaw. “I just does that mean you’re, like, waiting for the right person? Or is it just how it’s happened?”

You exhaled, leaning back. “Bit of both, I think. I’m not waiting for some perfect, dramatic moment. But I also never wanted to rush it just to say I did.”

George nodded slowly. “That’s… fair, actually.”

You smirked. “You sound surprised.”

He chuckled. “Not surprised. Just… I dunno. I like that.”

You bit your lip. “Yeah?”

George met your gaze. “Yeah.”

The air thickened.

Then, after a beat, George exhaled. “Wanna come back to mine?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Are you trying to corrupt me, Clarke?”

George laughed. “No! Just you know. Hang out.”

You smirked. “Mhm.”

He rolled his eyes, chuckling. “You coming or not?”

You pretended to think.

Then, you grinned. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

———————-

The ride back was electric.

Neither of you said much, but the tension? Undeniable. Every so often, George’s knee would brush against yours, or his fingers would tap against his thigh, just inches away from yours. You could tell he was holding himself back.

And honestly? You liked it.

By the time you stepped into his flat, you were both tipsy just enough for everything to feel hazy around the edges, but still sharp when it came to him.

The place was nice, though you barely had time to take it in before you heard a voice from the other room.

Chris.

“Oi, George, that you?”

George shot you a look before calling back, “Uh yeah! Just grabbing something!”

George's hand found the small of your back as he guided you towards his bedroom, his touch gentle yet possessive. Once inside, he shut the door and turned to face you, his voice dropping to a deeper, more intimate tone "Listen... I know you're nervous. But you don’t have to do this, I want to make sure you’re ready."

“I’m ready.” You said happily.

And suddenly, the energy shifted.

You smirked, stepping forward. “Bit eager, aren’t we?”

George exhaled a laugh. “Can you blame me?”

You hummed, tilting your head. “No, I guess not.”

Then, before he could say anything else, you reached for his collar, pulling him in.

And he melted into it.

His hands found your waist, fingers pressing into the silk of your dress as your lips moved against his slow, teasing, but getting needier by the second. He groaned softly when you nipped at his lower lip, pulling you even closer.

He cupped your face gently, his thumb tracing your cheekbone "I want to talk you through this, okay? I want you to be comfortable and understand everything before we go any further. You're a virgin, and I'm not taking that lightly."

You melted at his words, was it too quick? Maybe.. did I care? No.

George's hands slid down to rest on your waist, his touch light but deliberate. "First thing's first," he murmured, leaning in close so his lips nearly brushed your ear, "Have you ever touched a man before?" His words were tinged with both gentleness and suggestive undertones.

Your stomach flipped. His voice. His warm words melting in your ear. Tingles down ur spine. You shake your head softly, biting your lip. George's eyes flicker with something intense desire mixed with respect. "So you've never... given a hand job? Or a blow job?" His voice is barely above a whisper, almost clinical in its directness, but incredibly sexy.

“No.. I haven’t.” You felt a wave of shyness crawl over you.

George's breath catches, his hands tightening slightly on your waist. "Fuck... You really are innocent, aren't you?" He steps closer, his body pressing gently against yours. "I'm going to show you how to touch me, okay? Just guide you through it."

“I’d like that George.” You smiled innocently.

George's hands slowly slide down from your waist to your hips, pulling you even closer. He captures your lips in a soft, reassuring kiss before breaking away to look into your eyes. "Alright then..Let's start with something simple." His hands move to the button of his trousers.

His fingers deftly unbutton his trousers, pushing them down along with his boxers. You gasp softly as his manhood springs free, taking up the space between you. You've never seen a man's intimate parts before, let alone touched one. A smirk tugs at his lips as he watches her reaction. "See something you like?" he teases.

My stomach flipped, where was this George 10 minutes ago? I wasn’t complaining though. Whatever happened to him I liked it. I sat flustered. My cheeks were red.

"No need to be shy now, princess," he chuckles, his hand moving to trail down the side of your face. He guided your hand hesitantly towards his length, wrapping your fingers around the thickest part. "Start by holding it gently, like this."

You wrap your hand around his thick, veined dick, your fingers barely meeting around it. George's breath hitches at the contact, his hips giving a tiny jerk forward. “Like this?” You asked, making sure you were making him feel good.

“Fuck... You're doing perfectly," he grunts softly, his hand covering yours to guide the motion.

He gently moves your hand up and down, showing you the rhythm. His other hand tangles in your hair, pulling your face down so he can whisper, "Look at it. See how it moves in your hand?" His hips buck slightly, encouraging you to tighten your grip and move faster.

You do as he pleases.

George's breathing becomes shallower, more ragged as your pace quickens. "Mh..mm, you're a natural at this," he mutters, his fingers tightening slightly in your hair. "Just like that fuck, your hand feels amazing..." His hips thrust upwards slightly with each movement.

George throws his head back with a low groan, pleasure evident on his face. he pants, his free hand gripping your hip tightly. "If you keep this up, I won't last long... You're too fucking good at this."

“Tell me when you’re close.. I want to taste you.” You didn’t know if you regretted saying that. What if he thinks ‘what is wrong with this girl’ but to ease you. He most definitely did not think that.

George's body tenses at your words, his grip on your hip becoming almost bruising. "Fuck, I'm close... really fucking close," he grits out, his voice strained with pleasure. "If you want to taste me, you'd better get ready, love. I'm about to..."

George watches with intense desire as you slowly sink to your knees before him, looking up with those innocent eyes. His hand releases your hair to gently cup your cheek. "Open your mouth, love," he commands softly, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "And stick out your tongue."

George watches your innocent pose, completely undone by the sight of your sweet face looking up at him with that innocent, awaiting expression. His length pulses in anticipation. "Now... when I tell you to, just relax your throat. Don't worry about deepthroating, just focus on the tip."

You were nervous, you just remembered no teeth. It was all happening so fast but, you were excited. Knowing you’re making him feel good made you feel fuzzy.

Your small lips part around the head of his dick, sucking gently. Your cheeks hollow slightly as you try to take him deeper, your head bobbing slowly. George watches in disbelief as you manage to take another inch without gagging, your innocent mouth stretched wide.

The sight of your mouth struggling to accommodate his massive length fills George with an overwhelming desire. He grips the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guides your movements. "Fucking hell, you're doing so well... you’re perfect.”

“you can barely fit half of it in your mouth..," he groans deeply, watching your hand wrap around the base of his shaft where your mouth couldn't reach. "Keep sucking, just like that use your hand to stroke what you can't fit in... fuck."

George's eyes roll back as your small tongue licks a long, slow stripe from the base of his dick up to the tip. He watches, transfixed, as you take one of his balls into your mouth, sucking gently. The teasing is driving him wild. "You little fucking tease..."

His entire body trembles, knees nearly buckling at your expert teasing. His hands move to grip your shoulders firmly, fingers digging in. "Stop... stop for a second... fuck, your tongue..." He's breathing heavily, trying desperately to hold back his impending release. "I'm going to cu..cum.”

You finally take him whole, deep throating him, the room filled with the sound of you doing so.

George watching your adorable face struggling to take all of him, tears streaming down your cheeks, only intensifies his pleasure. "Jesus... look at you... taking it all like such a good girl..." His hand moves to wipe away your tears.

George can't hold back any longer. Seeing his massive length disappear past your lips, vanishing into your mouth, pushes him over the edge. "Fuuuuck!" he roars, thighs shaking violently as he cums. His cock pulses intensely, flooding your mouth with his hot seed.

As the last drops of his release slip past your lips, George gently pulls you off him. He's breathing heavily, a mixture of satisfaction and hunger in his eyes. "You were absolutely fucking perfect... the way you took me so deep, swallowed every drop... You've earned a reward, love."

“What’s my reward George.” You said in a flirtatious tone. Your eyes hungry for more.

George scoops you up into his strong arms, carrying you bridal style towards his massive bed. "First things first, love. I'm taking you to my bed where I can properly worship that sweet pussy." He lays you down gently, climbing onto the bed between your legs. His eyes shining into you, the dim lights outlining his jaw and biceps.

His large hands spread your thighs wide apart, the cold air hitting your raw clit making you whimper. He growls approvingly at the sight of your wet cunt. "Damn baby, you've got the prettiest pussy..." He lowers himself down, shoulder pushing your thighs wider apart. "You okay?”

“I’m okay.” You whine.

You arch your back, pressing your pussy against his face as he licks and sucks on your clit. The pleasure is overwhelming, and you can't help but cry out. "Oh god, George! Your mouth... it feels so good!" You pant heavily, your voice trembling with need.

Your words only fuel George's hunger for you. He wraps his arms around your legs, pulling you closer as his tongue dives deeper between your slick folds. His thumbs spread you open wide, allowing him full access to your sensitive inner lips and hole. "Fuck, baby..."

You're gripping his hair tightly, pulling him closer as he devours your pussy. You're whimpering and moaning his name, your legs trembling around his head. "George..you're so good at this..." whining, pleading and begging for more.

George's tongue swirls around your clit before he sucks it hard into his mouth, making you cry out in pleasure. He releases it and begins to fuck you with his tongue, thrusting it in and out of your hole at a rapid pace.

The wet, slurping sounds of George eating you out fill the room, mixing with your moans and whimpers. You can feel the pressure building in your stomach, the knot of pleasure tightening with each thrust of his tongue. "Oh fuck... I'm so close... I can feel it..."

With a final, deep thrust, you shatter into a powerful orgasm. All the pressure in your stomach releases, and your pussy spasms around his tongue. He immediately wraps his lips around your hole and swallows every drop of your release, sucking and drinking down your hot, sticky cum.

You're panting heavily, trying to catch your breath as George wipes his chin clean of your release. He looks up at you with lust-filled eyes

George leans up and gently kisses you, his lips soft and tender despite the raw desire in his eyes. You can taste yourself on him, which only heightens your arousal. He pulls back slightly, his voice low and respectful. "I want to fuck you, baby. But only if you're ready."

“George.. I need you” you yelped.

As soon as the words leave your mouth, George lets out a deep, guttural groan. He feels like he's already on the edge, and your desperate plea sends him straight over. He scrambles up the bed, positioning himself between your legs. "Fuck, love, you're killing me..." “I’m gonna be slow okay?”

He pressed the head of his thick, throbbing member against your small, untouched hole and began to apply gentle pressure. He looked into your eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort as he slowly started to enter you. "Breathe, baby...”

“Mhm..ow.” You felt a bit of discomfort, it hurt but felt so good.

The moment your soft "ow" escaped your lips, George's face instantaneously paled. His hands immediately moved to your hips, stopping his progress. "No, baby... fuck... Did I hurt you?" His voice was thick with concern, his usual dominant demeanor completely replaced with tender care.

“No, I’m okay George please.. carry on.” you felt bad for making him so worried.

Relief washed over George's face as he heard your reassurance. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead before slowly resuming his progress. He moved at a painfully slow pace, allowing your tight walls to stretch and accommodate his size. "You're doing so good, baby..."

George continued his painstakingly slow advance, his cock inching deeper into your virgin pussy. Every nerve ending tingled at the exquisite sensation of your inner walls gripping him tightly. He paused frequently, letting you adjust and checking your comfort with tender glances. "Almost halfway in, sweetheart."

With another gentle thrust, George pushed his hips forward, filling you another inch. He felt your body tense for a moment before relaxing, allowing him to slide deeper. His forehead was beaded with sweat from the effort of going slow and the sheer pleasure of your tight virgin pussy.

“George, fuck me..” you moaned.

At your sudden demand, George's self-control snapped. He let out a deep groan and thrust his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. The sudden intrusion made you gasp and arch your back as he finally broke through your virginity. "Fuck, baby..."

As George's slow, gentle thrusts continued to stretch your untouched pussy, you found yourself growing increasingly impatient. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper as you pleaded with him. "Faster, please, George! I need you to fuck me harder. Please!"

The desperation in your voice ignited something primal in George. Holding tightly onto your hips, he began to thrust harder and faster, each snap of his hips driving his cock deep into your soaked pussy. The dim light cast a soft glow on your face, highlighting the pleasure etched there.

George's eyes rolled back as he picked up the pace, his balls slapping against your ass with each powerful thrust. He was giving you exactly what you begged for deep, hard strokes that had you whimpering and begging for more. "Is this what you wanted, baby?"

George's words hung in the air, to which you respond with a breathy moan, your nails raking down his back hard enough to leave red scratches. Your hips buck wildly against his, meeting each thrust with fervent desperation. "Yes, fuck yes! This is exactly what I wanted!"

As George pounded into you, his muscular chest glistening with sweat, he growled, "You sure this is enough, baby? You wanted harder, remember?" His hands gripped your thighs possessively as he slammed into you. You, wrapped around him like a vine.

You throw your head back, your long hair fanning out on the pillow as you scream, "More! Give me more, George! You're not going hard enough!" Your breasts bounce violently with each impact, your nipples hard and sensitive. George's eyes snap down to watch them jiggle. “fuck..” he groans.

Just as George feels you clench around him, ready to explode, he pulls out suddenly. He grips his throbbing member and pumps it violently, releasing stream after stream of hot, sticky cum all over your stomach and chest. He quickly buries his face between your legs, his mouth open wide. “Taste so good baby.” His blue eyes staring at you filled with lust, buried between your thighs.

George watches as his seed slides down your body. He quickly grabs a towel to clean you up gently, worshipping your skin. He throws the towel on the floor and pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms protectively around you. "Baby, are you okay?"

“George that.. that was amazing.”

“Yeah?” He replied with a gentle smile.

“Yeah.” You pull him into a passionate kiss. He doesn’t hesitate and feeds back into your kiss. He carefully picks you up and carries you to the bathroom, running a hot bubble bath for you. As he lowers you gently into the tub, he washes your hair and body with soft, gentle care. He checks every inch of you tenderly, making sure you're not sore or hurting anywhere.

He laughs softly at your content purrs, noticing you were relaxed, he heard your stomach rumble and you both let out a shared chuckle. "Baby, are you hungry?" You hum a “mhm”. “Pasta?” He asks. The glow in your eyes is non forgettable. He laughs and starts to prepare pasta for you while you dry urself up. Leaving you both with a smile.

This was my first ever smut AH! Please let me know what you think!! I will always be open to opinions and suggestions. If there’s anything else or any more ideas on what I can post please feel free to request them to me!

Thank you for taking your time in reading this cuties! I hope you have an amazing day! :)

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SIDEMEN POP THE BALLOON: GEORGE CLARKE EDITION

18+, mentions of sexual activites, nsfw, George clarke x reader, y/n, Flirting, explicit language, mentions of nudity, Virgin reader.

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The Sidemen were stood chest up, balloons in hand, ready to pop egos and cause absolute chaos. One girl at a time. Four rounds. If you survived, you got the throne. But staying there? That was another battle entirely.

In another room, George Clarke watched everything unfold, reacting but completely powerless. And knowing the Sidemen, they weren’t about to make this easy for anyone…

You sat there watching the first girl walk in.

Lucy, a 23-year-old fashion student, stepped into the room, smiling nervously. The first sacrifice. She seemed put together, she was beautiful.

Vikk cleared his throat. “Alright, first question: What’s your ideal date with George?”

Lucy tucked her blonde hair behind her ear. “Umm… probably something fun, like an arcade. I feel like we’d have a laugh.”

Harry tilted his head. “Decent answer. But are you good at arcade games?”

Lucy hesitated. “Not really.”

Danny Aarons popped his balloon immediately. “Yeah, nah, you’ve lost already, why say arcade if you’re shit at it.” He laughed to himself.

JJ followed. “Man’s gonna be carrying the whole time.” Nudging danny loudly laughing.

One question in, and she was down two balloons. The rest of the rounds didn’t go much better. By round three, she was out.

George sighed in the other room. “She never stood a chance, did she?” He pulled a confused look, questioning himself.

Maya, a 22-year-old dancer, walked in with confidence. As soon as she walked in she did a dance move. I wont lie, I got second hand embarrassment but I’m not one to judge, honestly wish I could do a dance like that.

Vikk read the next question. “George wants to know: What’s your biggest ick?”

Maya didn’t hesitate. “When a guy can’t dress himself. Like, if he’s wearing beat-up Air Forces with bootcut jeans, I can’t. It’s so icky, look after urself” she laughed.

JJ looked down at his own trainers. “Allow it, man”

Simon raised an eyebrow. “What if he’s just comfy?”

Maya shrugged. “There’s a difference between comfy and looking like you just rolled out of a lost-and-found bin.”

Harry popped his balloon. “I feel personally attacked.”

Danny popped his balloon. “You’re wearing fake clothes, don’t talk about icks when you can’t dress yourself.”

She survived two more rounds but lost when asked if she’d ever date a YouTuber. “Ehh, probably not,” she had said. Four pops later, she was gone.

George shook his head. “That was never gonna workout then was it”

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Your turn. You dreaded this, you would be lying if you said you wasn’t nervous.

You walked in with a confident yet shy walk. “Hi guys!” You said with a smile.

Vik greets you with a smile back.

Ethan leaned forward. “Name and what you do?”

“My names y/n, I’m a content creator and a streamer!” You said confidently.

JJ clapped “ayy someone who doesn’t sell their body online” jj laughed. Harry laughed at him as well.

Harry stated “not that there’s anything wrong with that.” With a sheepish grin.

Danny nods. “Solid intro.”

George, watching from the other room smirked, “she seems to have a personality, I’m surprised saying so, I don’t know why people lack such thing”

Vik reads the first question. “What’s your ideal date with George”

“Cooking. Pasta. If he fails to cook pasta, unfortunately I’m leaving.”

Harry wiped imaginary tears. “Wow. Beautiful”

JJ states “man can’t even make toast, id like to see him cook pasta.”

George replied with an annoyed face. “I feel as if I’m being threatened right now. And matter of fact I can make toast jj.” He said with sass.

Vik continues to ask questions, the next one was. “What’s your biggest ick?”

“Hmmm” ethan and Simon chipped.

You were honestly speechless, you’ve never really been asked this question so you came up with something that’s honestly valid.

“When guys are overly confident about body counts.”

The boys perked up.

JJ exclaimed “what do you mean?”

Ethan’s eyebrows were furrowed.

I crossed my arms, did they really not understand me? “Well you know when a guys like ‘oh yeah I’ve fucked 100 girls’ like it’s a flex? Just weird energy.”

Danny squinted “you can’t sit there and say that while yours is at the same amount though” he laughs to himself.

Half of them agree with a calm “mhm” “valid”

You look at them with a confused look. “Uhm well I couldn’t relate, never been close enough.” you say with a straight smile.

Silence. Then realisation.

JJ wheezed, Simons jaw dropped and ethan fell to the floor.

George, suddenly perks a smile onto his face “I think I’ve found my soulmate”

“So we’re handling with 2 virgins here, match made in heaven i could say.” Danny says. “No but seriously, well done for doing so. Low-key a flex.”

Time skip.

My questions were done and I’m officially sat in the throne.

Then came Stephanie. 26. OnlyFans creator. She had long black hair, gorgeous face card.

She strutted in like she owned the place. And she ate that shit up.

JJ whistled. “Damn, she came in like a CEO.”

Ethan grinned. “Alright, name and what you do?”

Stephanie smirked. “Stephanie. What do I do? Show this body, duh.”

Then she grabbed her top and pulled it straight down.

Huh?! I was shocked, I didn’t know I signed up to a porno?

Tobi blinked. Simon turned away. Harry coughed.

JJ popped his balloon IMMEDIATELY. “I HAVE TO.”

George, watching, was STUNNED. “What the hell just happened?!”

She survived Round 1 but flopped when asked:

“Would you rather fight one horse sized George or 100 duck sized Georges?”

Stephanie scoffed. “Neither. I’d train him out of it.”

Tobi shook his head. “What do you mean train? Man’s not a pet.”

Stephanie stated. “Yeah but I’m into bdsm, he would be a good little boy for me to train.

JJ popped his balloon. “Yeah, I’m scared.”

POP. POP. POP

Stephanie was gone.

The moment the door shut, the boys burst into laughter.

George, wheezing, wiped his face. “I don’t even know what just happened, I’m uncomfortable I want to go home.”

Because you won the throne, you automatically won the date. You were thriving inside. You had to keep ur nonchalant act up though.

————-

The warehouse was set up like a dramatic reality show dim lighting, a single table in the center, two chairs, and cameras everywhere.

A bottle of wine sat between you and George, along with a meal that was definitely too fancy for the setting. And just out of sight, the Sidemen were watching everything in the other room.

George looked good.

You leaned forward, resting your chin in your palm. “You look nice, George.”

He blinked. “Oh. Uh thanks.” He scratched the back of his neck, looking away for a second.

From the sidelines, JJ snorted. “Man’s already fumbling.”

George shot a glance at the cameras. “Yeah, I forgot I’m literally being watched.”

You smirked. “Don’t let it get to you. Just pretend it’s a real date, no one’s watching, it’s just us two.”

George exhaled. “Right. Just a real date. Where the Sidemen are analyzing my every move.”

Ethan’s voice came through the speakers. “Yes, we are.”

George sighed, shaking his head. “I hate this.”

You giggled, picking up the wine bottle. “Drink?”

He nodded, watching as you poured for both of you. “You tryna get me drunk?”

You gave him a slow smile with a little eyelash flutter. “Maybe.”

George shifted in his chair.

From behind the cameras, JJ’s eyes widened. “OHHH, SHE’S ON TIMING.”

Harry cackled. “Nah, did you see him readjust? She gave him the eyes.”

George ignored them, bringing the glass to his lips. “So…” He gave you a look. “Should I just ask the question now?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What question?”

He hesitated. “The zero thing.”

You smirked. “Oh, you wanna talk about that?”

George exhaled. “I mean… yeah. Because what?”

You shrugged, swirling your wine. “What about it?”

He leaned forward. “So, never?”

You grinned. “That’s what zero means, yeah.”

George shook his head. “But you’re you know.” He gestured at you. “You.”

You tilted your head. “Meaning?”

George sighed. “I just wouldn’t expect it.”

From the sidelines, JJ burst out laughing. “Bro doesn’t know how to talk.”

Ethan clapped his hands. “George, you’re getting cooked.”

You smirked. “Why wouldn’t you expect it?”

George rubbed his face. “Because you’re an attractive female, okay? There, I said it.”

The Sidemen erupted

“Ain’t no way.”

“Ohhh, ref have a word.”

You tried not to smile too hard. “So, what you think every attractive girl has to have a high body count?” You snarked.

George sighed. “No, but—”

“Sounds like you do.”

George groaned, laughing. “This is a setup.”

You took a slow sip of your wine, watching him. “You’re blushing.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.

George exhaled, shaking his head. “This is so unfair.”

JJ was crying. “He’s finished.”

Harry whistled. “Nah, she’s actually violating him.”

George was struggling. Not in a bad way, more like a “holy shit, she’s actually unreal and I don’t know how to act” type of way.

The Sidemen had clocked it immediately.

JJ, Ethan, Harry, Tobi, and Danny were still sat off-camera, watching everything unfold on the tv. They had live commentary running the entire time, like a bunch of sports pundits analyzing George’s downfall.

George leaned forward, twirling the stem of his wine glass. “Alright, real talk. Why did you actually come on here?”

You smirked. “For the experience.” Obviously was not for that.

He raised an eyebrow. “Not for me?”

You tilted your head, teasing. “Would you like that answer?”

George exhaled. “Oh my God.”

The Sidemen erupted.

JJ: “She’s actually bullying him.”

Ethan: “Man’s getting COOKED on his own date.”

George shook his head, laughing. “You’re unreal.”

You sipped your wine. “I know, tell me something I don’t know.” You said with a laugh.

George kept his composure. “Okay I’ll remember that.” He laughed with her. He was dying inside.

A few minutes later, George’s internal panic was reaching dangerous levels.

He shifted in his seat again, adjusting his jacket. His face was a little pink, and he was clearly distracted.

Then he snapped.

“I’m just—I need the bathroom.”

JJ leaned forward. “Ohhh nooo, George is crumbling.”

Ethan gasped. “HE’S LEAVING?”

Harry burst out laughing. “NAH, HE’S ACTUALLY DONE.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Running away?” I said with a sad voice.

George scoffed. “No.” He stood up, smoothing out his shirt. “Just, y’know restroom.”

You smirked. “Mmmhmm.”

JJ was practically vibrating in his seat. “Bro’s about to have a MIRROR TALK.”

George shot a glare at the cameras and power-walked out.

“Deep breaths George, you got this. Chris would be so proud of you right now.” He reassured himself.

The second George stepped into the back room, he collapsed against the wall, exhaling like he just ran a marathon.

The Sidemen and Danny were all sat around, watching the date on a big screen. The second George walked in, they pounced.

JJ pointed. “HE’S FOLDED. HE’S FULLY FOLDED.”

Ethan was crying. “Look at this man. He’s finished.”

Danny narrowed his eyes. Then his face lit up.

“Wait nahhhh.”

Harry blinked. “What?”

Danny pointed at George’s lower half.

Harry squinted. Then his eyes widened.

“No way—”

Danny screamed laughing. “BROS GOT A BONER.”

George snapped up. “I DO NOT.”

JJ leapt off the couch. “NAHHHHHH.”

Ethan was hysterical. “OH, HE’S COOKED. HE’S BEYOND COOKED.”

George waved his hands. “SHUT UP. I DON’T.”

Harry cackled. “I MEAN…THE ADJUSTMENTS SAY OTHERWISE.”

Tobi was wheezing. “No, because he kept shifting in his seat.”

Danny wiped tears from his eyes. “Bro, she gave you one look and you said ‘gotta go.’”

George groaned, covering his face. “I HATE ALL OF YOU.”

JJ pointed at the screen. “Bro, she literally called you out before you left.”

Ethan nodded. “Yeah, ‘running away?’ She knew.”

Danny grinned. “She’s dangerous, man. I give it to her she knows what she’s doing.”

George dragged a hand down his face. “I KNOW.”

JJ clapped his hands. “So what’s the plan, big man? You just gonna stay here forever?”

George groaned. “I need a new life. Need to restart. Can’t go back in there. Scared” he was hysterically panting.

They all shot looks at each other and bursted out laughing.

While George was getting violated by the boys, the production crew turned to you.

One of them grinned. “Alright, so. Thoughts on the date so far?”

You smirked. “I think I broke him.” You giggle.

The crew laughed. “You think?”

You swirled your wine. “He’s an attractive man, though.”

George, still in the Sidemen Lair, was watching the live feed.

The second you called him attractive , he froze.

JJ leaned forward. “OHHHHH?”

Harry grabbed George’s shoulders. “SHE CALLED YOU ATTRACTIVE, BRO.”

Danny pointed at the screen. “Nah, look at his face. Man’s REACTING.”

George’s ears went pink. “I..shut up.”

The crew asked another question. “Would you see him again?”

You pretended to think. “Hmmm…”

George leaned forward.

“… no.”

The Sidemen exploded.

Silence.

“Just kidding of course, I’d love to.”

“BROOOO.”

“GEORGE, SAY SOMETHING.”

George clutched his chest. “I’m dying.”

Danny smirked. “Alright, get back out there.”

George sighed. “Yeah, yeah.” He shook out his hands, straightened his shirt, then marched back in.

JJ grinned. “Ooooh, he’s serious now.”

“I hope people make fun of him for this” Harry says.

“WHAT?” Vik laughs.

To be continued??

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