#(damien)

Damien had looked over at you when it was mentioned, raising an eyebrow with that crooked, teasing smile that always made your stomach flip. "Uncensored?" he repeated. "Y/N would destroy us all."

You only smirked. “Oh, I’m already making a list of dares.”

By the time evening rolled around, the crew cleared a corner of the set, dimmed the lights for dramatic effect, and gathered pillows, drinks, and a whiteboard with "TRUTH OR DARE: UNCENSORED" scribbled on it like some sort of summoning ritual. Everyone was hyped—maybe a little tipsy—and Damien had taken a seat beside you, casually slouching with a red solo cup in hand.

You tried to act casual too. Tried.

The game starts out harmless.

"Truth or dare, Shayne?" someone calls out.

“Dare,” he says, grinning like a feral gremlin.

“Send a flirty voice note to Courtney. Right now.”

Laughter erupts as Shayne does a stupid sexy whisper into his phone. It gets worse. Next round, Olivia has to give Noah a five-second lap dance. Keith gets dared to lick hot sauce off someone’s finger (which he does way too dramatically), and Ian—God bless him—is asked how many people he’s kissed on set. The real ones know.

Then it’s your turn.

Shayne smirks like he’s been waiting for this. “Y/N. Dare.”

You cross your arms, chin up. “Hit me.”

He nods at the whiteboard. “Pick a lap of the opposite gender to sit on—for the rest of the game.”

The room erupts in cheers and whistles. You pretend to groan, but inside? You’re already burning up. You scan the room slowly, taking your time like you’re actually considering options. Keith wiggles his eyebrows. Noah pats his knees.

But your eyes lock on Damien, who raises one brow, his lip tugged up into a smirk—but he doesn’t say anything. Just meets your stare and opens his arms a little.

“C’mon,” he says. “I’m comfy.”

“Mm. We’ll see.”

With dramatic flair, you stand and walk slowly, milking every second of suspense while the group yells out guesses. You pass by Ian. Then Noah. Then—

You plop down onto Damien’s lap, sideways at first, legs swinging over his, one arm resting lazily around his shoulders.

The room loses it.

“CALLED IT!” Olivia screams.

You laugh, heart pounding. Damien’s hands go to your waist—secure, confident, like he’s done this before. “You sure you’re comfy?” you tease.

“I’m just wondering why you didn’t do this three months ago,” he murmurs low enough that only you hear.

Your breath catches. “What?”

“Nothing,” he shrugs, but there’s mischief in his eyes. And maybe a little something more.

“Truth or dare, Damien?” Shayne leers.

“Dare,” Damien replies, tapping your knee.

“Whisper something dirty in Y/N’s ear.”

You freeze.

The room oohs, but Damien leans in, mouth brushing your ear. His voice is deep, quiet, low enough to make your skin tingle.

“I could list ten things I want to do to you right now, but they’d all make you blush in front of your friends.”

You do blush—so hard that Keith throws a pillow at you. “What the hell did he say?!”

You laugh it off, hiding your face in Damien’s shoulder while he just smiles innocently.

Then it's your turn again.

“Noah,” you say. “Truth.”

He grins. “Bring it.”

You smirk. “Have you ever fantasized about someone in this room?”

Noah goes beet red. “I hate you.”

“Name. Names,” Shayne chants.

“Okay okay—fine. I had a dream about Damien once. He was wearing a cape. Don’t ask.”

The room explodes again, but you glance at Damien and see his smirk twitch.

“Popular guy,” you whisper.

“Jealous?” he murmurs, teasing.

You roll your eyes, but you don’t deny it.

A few rounds later, Ian has to give someone a hickey (he backs out, screaming). Olivia has to describe her ideal kiss with someone in the room, while making eye contact. Shayne dares Noah to act out his most sinful fantasy—with props. The crew is losing it.

But you’re still in Damien’s lap.

He’s got one hand on your thigh now. You’re both quieter, more tense. There’s laughter around you, but your body is way too aware of his—how warm he is, how close, how his hand keeps drifting higher when he laughs.

Then someone dares you again.

“Y/N,” Olivia grins devilishly, “kiss the person you’re sitting on.”

The room howls before you even react.

You turn toward Damien, but his expression’s unreadable. "Only if you want to," he says softly, serious this time.

You lean in, brush your nose against his, and whisper, “About damn time.”

The kiss is slow. Confident. Hot.

The crew screams, pillows fly again, but you don’t even care. His hand slips into your hair and your fingers curl around his collar. It’s one of those kisses you’ve both wanted for months—but never admitted out loud.

When you pull back, you're both a little breathless.

“I should sit on your lap more often,” you murmur.

“You better,” Damien says, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

The next day, the video—yes, someone definitely filmed it—gets posted under the title: “UNCENSORED SMOSH TRUTH OR DARE | TOO HOT FOR YOUTUBE”

The comments are chaos.

"THEY KISSED ON CAMERA WHAT THE HELL" "Love the loser nerd and hottest girl cliché. It’s giving romcom." "Damien bagged THEE Y/N. I’m sweating." "Someone check on Shayne, he looks like a betrayed ex."

You pretend to be embarrassed, but secretly? You’re grinning at your phone. Especially when Damien texts you:

Damien:

They’re calling you the hottest girl and me a nerd. So… wanna kiss again, hot girl?

You type back: