Justin x Oliver Oneshots

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Justin's P.O.V.

"Hey, Jp."

"How you doing, J?"

"Sup, Phaninem."

"Good Morning, Kitten."

"Morning guys." I responded to the boys in the kitchen.

"You know, now that I think about it, I feel like you guys don't even know my name." I say to them.

"Why would you say that, Justin?" Ryan uses my name on purpose.

"Because the amount of nicknames I have is absolutely ridiculous."

"Oh come on," Kane joins in, "It's not that many."

I just raise my eyebrows at him and continue on my way. Grabbing a water bottle, I head to my room. Upon getting there, I begin a game of Valorant. After a few minutes, someone enters my room. I turn slightly to see Oliver lying face-first on my bed. I end up dying so now I have to wait for a new round.

"You ok?" I ask him.

"Tired." He responds.

Oliver sits up and looks at me. He tilts his head and smirks.

"What?"

"Nothing, J."

"Really? Come on, what is it?"

He gets up and walks over to me. He puts his hands on the arm rests of the chair and moves his face closer to mine.

"I have an idea."

"Really?....... And what is it?" 

"What if I added some nicknames to your list."

I sat up straighter. "No. I already have to many."

"Oh come on. What about........" He fake thought of something before giving me a nickname, "Cariño~?"

My face turned pink.

"Or Sweetheart? Bub? Sunshine? Cutie?"

My face turned darker shades everytime he said a new nickname.

"You could even give me some, you know." 

His face was only a few inches from mine. I could feel his breath on my lips. 

"Love? Babe? Sexy?"

"How about Playboy?"

"If you want."

He then did the unexpected of kissing me. It was quick but it felt so good. He pulled away from me before walking out of my room.

"OLIVER MOY! COME BACK HERE!"

 I could hear his laugh from down the hall so I tried to follow. I ended up in the kitchen but only Seb and Kane were there. 

"Hey, Seb? Did you see where Oliver went?" 

"No I didn't. Sorry. Why are you looking for him anyway? I heard you yelling at him."

"Oh," I tried to think of a reason for me yelling at Oli, "He messed up my game."

"Ok. Good luck with finding him."

"Thanks."

I check the living room, then the basement, then outside to no avail. As I'm walking back down the hall to see if he's in any of the boy's rooms, I get pulled into my own. I am met with Oli's lips on mine as I hear the door shut and I'm pressed against it. My hands find his shoulders as his find my waist and we are there for a bit until he pulls back.

"So, you like the nicknames?" 

"I think they could grow on me."