Sally Face x Reader [Oneshots]

Sal x GN Reader

"Faster!"

"I'm gonna-"

"Pull out!"

"AYO, WHAT THE FUCK?" Larry shouts from outside Sal's room.

"We're playing Jenga, you perv!" I holler back and swing open the door.

"Damn, mind inviting me to your next session?" he winks.

"Fuck you," I mutter and return to Sal, who has victoriously taken out a piece of the tower.

"Is that an offer?" Larry hums.

"No. Look at this adorable baby and tell me he would even think about that," I gasp, hugging Sally Face from behind on my knees.

"He would definitely think about that. He has. I'll show you, if you don't believe me," Larry scoffs and sits down next to us.

"You've piqued my interest," I admit.

"Wait, how... WAIT!"

"They said they wanted to see, and you gotta give the people what they want," the taller teen gives the masked boy a smug grin.

"I'm not gonna judge you, I swear on my life," I promise him and hug Larry from behind instead.

"Dude, please don't," Sal pleads.

"UM- you sent this to me, and didn't expect me to tell your best friend about the first time I've ever heard anything about anything about you being horny?"

"I-I wasn't, though," he mumbles and his ears turn bright pink.

"Then what were you?" the taller boy smirks and scrolls back through some of his and Sal's messages.

"Nothing!"

"I'll be the judge of that," I declare and rest my chin on the metalhead's shoulder. Sal fidgets with the drawstrings of his hoodie anxiously. Larry stops scrolling and hands me the device. Needless to say, the smile is wiped from my face pretty quick. This kid wrote what I would consider an essay.

Overall, it him was describing every inch of my body (that he's seen) and... what it makes him want to do to me. I didn't expect this from the cute, respectful, and introverted boy I've grown to love. However, this same kid is sitting about six feet away from me with unreadable eyes, and his ears are no longer flushed.

"I... Have no idea how I'm supposed to respond," I mumble. Oh my gods, my face is red.

"Can we pretend this never happened and go back to playing Jenga?" Sally Face chuckles nervously.

"Get your hands off me, child. This is not my mess to clean up," Larry sighs and brushes me off before swiftly and promptly leaving the room. Obviously, he shuts the door behind himself to give us some 'alone time.'

I move back to my original spot and put my head on Sal's lap, dumbfounded. He gulps and looks straight ahead. Poor thing is shaking, but goddamn, that's how he wants my legs, apparently. Straight from the horse's mouth. I don't know what else to do, let alone say.

"So..."

"I am so sorry," he says, still staring at the same spot of nothing on the wall.

"That's... It's fine. I don't hate you," I stumble over my words.

"Are you saying that to make me feel better, or because you mean it?" he asks softly.

"Because I mean it, dummy," I chuckle. "I'm not gonna lie to you."

"I don't know what to say to make you think of me the same."

"Sal, I don't think differently of you. The only difference is that now I know you have more trauma than I thought, because you're kinky as hell," I laugh.