~Male crush x male reader~

Performer (lemon)

_Joe257_ request

C/N POV:

I put my last pair of shorts in my dresser and close the drawer, plopping back onto the couch. I cross my legs and prop them up on the arm of the couch, leaning my head back on the other arm and scrolling through my phone mindlessly.

No more than a minute later, I hear the door open.

Great. Y/N's here.

I raise my eyes for a moment to confirm my suspicions, then lowering my gaze to my phone and starting to ignore Y/N. He tiredly drops his bag next to his bed, taking his jacket off and putting it on top of his bed.

Y/N leaves the room with a soft sigh, trusting toward the direction of the laundry room. After a few seconds, I hear his angry footsteps coming in my direction. He storms out of the laundry room and stands in front of me, his arms crossed.

What does he want this time?

"Why did you mess up my laundry while I was gone, C/N?"

I raise an eyebrow at Y/N's aggressive stance, but I can't help but feel a bit amused by his sudden frustration over something so small. I sit up on the couch and put my phone to the side, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You think I had something to do with that? I'm hurt, love."

Y/N rolls his eyes.

"I had that organized before I left for class, C/N. Either you made a mess of it, or somebody you brought over did it at some point while I wasn't here. Either way, it has to be your fault."

I chuckle lightly, pushing myself off of the couch and taking a step closer to Y/N.

"How flattering of you, thinking I have that kind of time. But I assure you, unless we have a ghosts, your messy laundry was not my doing."

Y/N nods along skeptically.

"Ghosts, huh? How do you explain my clothes being the only ones messed up, then?"

I smirk, reaching out to move a strand of hair out of his eyes.

"Easy. When you left this morning, I decided to do some laundry of my own, which is why my laundry is still organized and yours is not."

"I dunno if you noticed, asshole, but I did my laundry this morning too."

Y/N huffs in frustration before continuing.

"It was all organized and everything."

My eyes widen in faux shock.

"I didn't realize you had such a hard time keeping up with your chores, Y/N. Poor baby, I'll help you out next time."

I mess up his hair playfully before turning back to sit on the couch. He quickly fixes his hair back to how it was and raises an eyebrow, seemingly struggling to maintain his composure, due to my teasing.

"If it wasn't you, then call up whatever friend you brought over and tell them to stop fucking with my clothes."

I sigh, reaching for my phone on the couch cushion beside me.

"Fine, then. Let me call my 'friend' who apparently has nothing better to do than fuck with your laundry."

I pretend to dial a number, my expression unimpressed as I watch Y/N angrily leaving the kitchen at my teasing.

Not much later, I hear an annoyed huff and a yell coming from the laundry room.

"And tell that friend of yours to bring my fem clothes back, too! I washed them in this load and I can't find them anywhere in this mess they made!"