juicyfruitsnacks x reader // mafia

morning

//suprise hoes im here to drop a semi short chap bc im doing it on my phone and my SCREEN IS FUCKED. like hownstly this has taken me days bc my phone is mad glitchy so i js give up after a paragraph or two. but hope its good till i get home.

the next morning came slowly, the sun teasing the break of dawn. a girl and boy sleeping peacefully in a rosegold duvet bed, the air filled with light snores or quiet moans. the atmosphere in the large mansion eered with a comforting but deafening silence, the walls of the house sleeping soundlessly.
"mmm~" y/n hummed quietly in her sleep as she rolled over from her once stable sleeping position on her back, onto her side—well she attempted anyway.

A strong arm immedietely pulled the hazed girl back into the position she was once in, being englufed into this persons arms. startled by the sudden movement, her eyes slammed open, a suprised expression consuming her as she was met face to face with a sleeping boy. Their faces were nothing more than 2 inches apart.

Her cheeks blew up into a pinky red shade, now remembering that Gaege was in her bed, even worse, he was cuddling her. Stuck in shock, she froze for a while, pondering the thought on what exactly she was going to do when he woke up— and if she was honest, she was hoping he never would.

she observed his features as the man slept, his lips parted ever so slightly as his face remained ever so relaxed. His natural lashes were long and curled, it almost made Y/n jealous, how clear his skin was and how all of his features were just natrually perfect. men.

In the midst of admiring the boy infront of her, she couldnt fight the temptation of carefully lifting her hand up, and gently running the back of her index finger along his cheek, his skin was as soft as baby skin.

as she did so, his eyes shot open and his head retalliated back sharply. clearly the boy is not used to being touched in his sleep, and is also highly trained to have high instincts and reflexes, even in his sleep.

Y/n quickly withdrew her hand and gasped in shock at his sudden movement, watching as he widened his eyes when he saw her— "what the fuck!" he furrowed his eyebrows in complete confusion,shock waving through his body, oblivious to what had occured the night prior. "calm down calm down!" Y/n shushed him and grabbed his shoulders, restricting him from moving away nor spazzing out. It took the man a couple seconds to actually listen before falling quiet and sitting up in her bed, his hand gripping his head hard, a sharp pain of thumping in the back of his head. "please tell me what the fuck im doing here, without my shirt on, with- not my sweatpants on" he whispered as screwed his face up at the headache and now nausea beginning to swirl in his stomach.

Y/n let out a long breath and sat up also, turning her head to look over at him "you mustve lost your way home and thought my house was yours. Our houses are similliar, and you were completely on your ass" she explained a quiet volume, avoiding the possibility of residents in the house overhearing them. "i looked after you, and you threw up on my floor..by the way" Y/n pointed down at the front of her bed and raised her eyebrows.

the brunette man's face went completely red, a long embarassed breath escaping his plump lips. Well that story was one way to give him something other than his excruciating hangover to focus on. "fuck, im sorry." he covered his face and groaned quietly into the palms of his clammy hands. "i-really dont know what to say right now." he gulped and slid out of her bed, peering around the unfamilliar surrounding of Y/n's room.

"A thank you would be nice" Y/n responded with cheek and followed suit, crawling out of the bed & walking around the bed towards the much taller male. As she walked towards the pale man, he tilted his head and scanned over her body, a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his lip. Y/n was dressed in probably the tightest shorts known to man kind with a medium sized rock shirt overtop, she looked sexy—beautiful even.