~Male crush x male reader~

Innocent? (lemon + fluff)

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Y/N POV:

I turn the key fob to the side, switching the car off. I unbuckle my seatbelt and get out of the car, closing the door with a slam that ends up being much louder than I intended.

Oops. I hope the neighbors won't be pissed at me for that.

I lock the car, pressing the button three times to make sure I locked it properly. Once I'm sure it's actually locked, I put the car key in my pocket and begin to ascend the steps leading to my front door.

As I near the front door, I see C/N making food already.

I love C/N so much.

I continue going up our front steps until I finally reach the door, unlocking it with my house key and stepping inside. Once I turn the corner and get a glimpse of C/N through the kitchen doorway, I realize that he's wearing a crop top & shorts that drive me crazy.

If he only knew what he does to me...

I smirk to myself and sneak up behind C/N, abruptly closing the kitchen curtains and giving him a light, playful smack on his ass from behind. He yelps from surprise at the contact, turning around to face me with a bright blush. I chuckle lightly, smiling at him. Rather than addressing what I just did, though, I decide to strike up a conversation completely unrelated.

"Smells good, baby. Whatcha making?"

I wrap an arm around him and give him a kiss on C/N's cheek. He stammers for a moment before collecting himself.

"Just some shrimp (if you don't eat shrimp, pretend it's something you are willing/able to eat). I felt like making something easy tonight."

I rest my chin on his shoulder calmly, smiling softly.

"That's perfectly fine. Make whatever you have the energy to make. I don't mind at all."

I reach up into the cabinet and pull out two plates.

"Besides, C/N, everything you make is amazing."

C/N's blush deepens at the compliment, making my grin widen. I grab the appropriate utensils from the drawer and pull them out with my free hand, closing the drawer with my hip and carrying the items into the dining room. I carefully place a plate in front of each of our seats, setting the utensils beside the dishes.

Once the table is set, I sit down in the chair I usually eat at, facing the kitchen doorway. I get an idea and smile to myself.

"You know, C/N..."

"Hmm? Yes, Y/N?"

"You're honestly pretty innocent."

I sit there silently for a moment, listening curiously for C/N's reaction.

"Oh really, now?"

Footsteps echo from the kitchen into the dining room, getting louder as C/N comes in and approaches me (yes, C/N turned off the heat on the stove beforehand-). Without warning, he lightly pushes me back in my seat and straddles my lap. I raise an eyebrow, perplexed by his unusual behavior.

"How's this for innocent?"

What?

C/N leans in for an rough & messy kiss, wrapping his arms around my neck to pull my head closer. I place my hands on his hips, only for him to pry them off and put them back on my sides.

Oh? He wants to play like this, does he? I can work with that.

C/N seems to be two steps ahead of me, though, tangling his fingers in my hair & tugging on the strands. I gasp softly against his lips, my eyes widening before I close them again.