You sat and stared at him after he said that phrase. " What? " he said looking at you while eating his sandwich. You just stared at him, no words. He shrugged and kept eating you stood up quietly and tip toed over to your room, where you could be normal. Once you stepped in, you immediately slumped down on your bed staring at the ceiling. You were there for a few minutes just closing your eyes and thinking of nothing. You heard a knock. You zapped right up and opened the door. Naomi, of course. " What do you need...? " you whispered softly. He stared at you. You were about the just walk off until you felt a soft pair of lips touch your own, and a warm fluttering feeling in your stomach, cheeks blushing red as the tomatoes you just ate. Naomi held on to your waist tightly, as if he didn't want to lose you. You shut your eyes tight and put your arms around him, pulling him closer. You didn't know what this was. You didn't know what you were doing. All you knew was, I am kissing Naomi. The man that called you a dog, stole your wallet, and is now kissing you. He softened his grip on your waist and let go of the kiss, not saying a word and shutting his eyes looking down. You quickly let go of him and stepped backward a few steps staring at him. " What did I just do? " you thought in your mind. " I need you. " Naomi whispered. Nothing came out your mouth. He stepped forward and hugged you tightly. The next morning, you woke up on the floor, right next to Naomi. You thought of what you could've been doing, then remembered the dirty dream. " Eeegh! " you thought. You left him there the sleep and took some clothes and quietly walked to your bathroom to take a bath. You smelled the faint scent of his leather jacket on your shirt. You quietly took off your clothes. And right when you were about to step in the shower, you heard a click. You turned around, frightened and covering your inappropriate spots. You saw Naomi standing near the doorway with his phone, staring at the picture he just took. " P-PERVERT!! " you squeaked. You threw a roll of toilet paper at him. While he was distracted, you grabbed your towel and covered your body and took your clothes. " Ugh! " you thought, embarrassed at the fact someone just saw you naked. You ran into your closet and put your clothes on quickly.you stepped out seeing that Naomi had put the toilet paper next to the toilet and picked up your dirty clothes. " You know, your really messy. "
He smirked. " Y-You pervert... " you muttered. " Tch, " he said. You slapped him, realizing it probably didn't hurt at all, considering that you were always pretty weak. " Ugh! can you please just stay away from me? Or, get out of my apartment!" You shouted at him. He smirked at you. " Aww, is little doggy mad at his crushie-crush? " he teased. You rolled your eyes. " No, and you aren't my crush, and I'm not your dog! " you replied. You shoved him, realizing that didn't hurt either. You walked out into the living room and into the kitchen. You started to think, " Why am I still letting him here? I should be making him get out and get a job! " then you thought, " Wait, but if he doesn't have a job, no money. And no money means, no food, no house, and no new clothes! Wait...is Naomi...homeless?! Aww...now I feel bad... UGH! I HATE MYSELF! " you yelled in your mind. Naomi stepped out and smirked. " Look at my new wallpaper. " he said .
He turned his phone at you and you looked, realizing...it was a close up of your behind. You blushed red and punched him. " Y-your such a pervert... " you muttered. He laughed at your reaction. " Your punches are like a baby's punch, " he said smiling, trying not to laugh at you. You smiled a bit and punched his shoulder. He made multiple sandwiches and you both ate the day off.
NOTES FROM USER
Couldn't find a better ending. It's like, 5:00. I have a mind doop. Anyway, have a wretched day, readers.
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Naomi X Male Reader
RomanceYour name was (Y/N) You were a 21 year old young male. One day, you met a man. And man that you would soon fall in love with. His name was Naomi. He was the same age as you, and a bit taller. But there was one problem. He was a bad boy.