Whitty x reader (Oneshots/headcanons!)

Drunk!Whitty x Reader (SMUT)

(Requested by @Armani-the-clown)
(First time writing smut, wish me luck.)

In an attempt to ignore the piles of work you had to have finished by morning, a late-night stroll was your best option. In all honesty, you knew that wasn't a good idea, but what could go wrong?

As you walked on the sidewalk, you could have sworn you heard a barely audible moan from around the corner. Being the curious person you are, you silently tiptoe to the source of the noise and find yourself in a dimly-lit alleyway. Just a few feet away from you, you notice a man with a bomb for a head sitting against the wall. What stood out the most was the strange glowing graffiti on the wall. The graffiti glowed in various colors such as yellow, blue, and purple. You had the urge to touch it, but you feared you'd trip on one of the many beer bottles scattered across the floor.

"Ah~" The man moaned again, making you tense up. 

Luckily, it seemed he had no idea that you were standing not too far away from him. You held your breath, stepping closer to the figure. He wasn't jerking off, so what was the deal with the moaning?

"Wait... isn't that..." you squinted your eyes and gasped quietly. "WHITTY?" 

You had heard about Whitty from the occasional posters around town, but you never expected to see him in this condition. What the hell should you do? Walk away as if you saw nothing? Help him? Your thoughts were unfortunately interrupted by the loud clank of a beer bottle hitting the wall.

"Gah... my head..." Whitty held his head and glimpsed up, seeing you mere feet away from him. 

When his eyes met yours, you felt your heart skip a beat. Your eyes widened and you moved away slowly. "H-hey there?"

"Oh god..." Whitty sluggishly stood up, holding onto the wall for balance. "This isn't what it looks like."

You blinked, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't offend the rockstar. "...You come here often?"

"Well, uh, I just came here to collect my thoughts and..." He trailed off, staring at you wide-eyed.

You tilt your head, unsure of what exactly he's looking at. Suddenly, it hits you. You look down and cover your chest in distress. You didn't intend on meeting anyone this late in the night, so why bother wearing a bra? Whitty backs away instantly, thinking you'd cry"Pervert!" and slap him. 

"I didn't mean to-"

"You're too tall for me to slap you across the face." You mutter.

You sigh loudly, still covering your chest with your arms as the bomb boy drowsily leans on the wall for support. It surprised you that the aggressive rockstar was so timid and apologetic in person. You look up at the tall figure, examining him closely. His orange eyes were half-closed and his hands were in his yale blue jacket. His face was flushed a bright red, either from being drunk or the situation earlier. Nothing was out of the ordinary-

Nevermind.

You cover your mouth in disbelief at what you were seeing. You felt your cheeks heat up yet, you couldn't stop looking. 

"Is somethin' wrong?" Whitty caught your startled expression and raised a nonexistent brow.

"N-not at all!" You uncover your mouth and smile politely. 

"You sure?" He seemed concerned; was something was on his face?

You cough and whisper. "Look down."

Whitty does as told, and his fuse lights immediately. He covers his crotch region and turns away from you in shame. Noticing his head was about to explode, you had the choice to either convince him it was okay or run the hell away.

"Whitty, it's okay, rea-"

NOPE. RUNNING AWAY. 

You take no time to bolt out of the alleyway as a deafening blast leaves your ears ringing. You cover your ears and wait for the ringing to cease before peeking into the alley. Whitty still had his head, but his face looked as if an entire audience had seen him stripped of his clothes. 

"I can see you staring at me," Whitty groaned, his eyes once again meeting yours.

You step back into the alley, trying to hide your smirk.

"What's that look for?" He says in between a hiccup. "Knock it off."

"It's just..." you pause, questioning if you should really speak your mind. "I can't believe a famous rockstar got aroused because of me! I wasn't even naked!"