Three letters - IdubbbzTV x Reader

Part 3

He starts to lean in, baked out of his mind.

I get off of the couch and go into the kitchen, heartbeat accelerating. My breath is labored and my face is warm. The closest thing I've ever gotten was my Nana at family reunions. And those weren't fun. But the feeling is different. I'm nervous, not because of a social setting, but maybe because it's him. I shiver at the thought. My hypocrisy couldn't get any worse. My mind is telling me no, and my heart is telling me yes. Why?

I tense up as I feel arm go around my waist from behind me, "got you," he whispered in my ear.

"Let's play a game." I try to change the subject, "Winner gets whatever they want for the night, and loser has to do it for them."

"Can it be sexual?" He asks, his hands away from my sides.

"Umm." I glare at him at him.

"Just kidding. What's the game?"

"Grab two glasses of water, sit on either side of the sink, and put water in your mouth, we will listen to funny commentary or jokes and whoever stays stone faced for the most wins." I smirk, "Since we're stoned, it'll be even better."

He grabs my hand and shakes on it.

We get on each side of the sink and I start up a video. We're staring at each other, when I hear him scream "I'm gay" but it's ear rape and he loses it, he spits all his water into the sink and on me which didn't make me happy.

I search up a video that will make him laugh but won't make me. It's a vine, where the black man is dancing to 1800 empire and the beat drop is him falling.

It doesn't get him. He looks at me, rolls his eyes, then goes back to watching. After the 25 videos relaying back and forth he wins. I spit out my water 5 times and he only did it 3.

He takes off his wet shirt and replaces it with a new one, "So, I get to decide," He smirks which makes my stomach churn with both excitement and fear.

"Come here," I ask, "Tell me what you want, and I will consent whether it sounds okay or not."

He smiles and grabs me by the waist, "You do as I say for the next 8 hours and we have a deal."

"Okay... But what exactly is doing as you say?" I mess with my hands, "I haven't even had my first make out session yet." I laughed to myself, "my first kiss was with Evan Klebold and it was terrible."

"Kiss me," He says with no joke in his eyes.

"I-- Are you sure? I'm an amateur."

"Just do it," He holds my waist. My hands come up to his jaw and my lips touch his briskly, I start to squeal internally. I press my lips against his, he pulls away, "Don't tense your upper lip as much, I want to be able to feel as if I can move," He chuckles and goes back in, I mutter an apology against his lips as ours connect, and it feels like fireworks. He reaches lower and grabs my ass, I pull away, "Too much?" He asks.

I shake my head as he backs me up to the couch. Our lips collide and he pushes me over the arm of the sofa. My arms above my head as he removes himself, He takes a long drag of a joint, then kisses me, blowing the smoke into my mouth, which I take in, he pulls away as I puff it into the air.

"I am sorry," I pushed him away, "I really shouldn't be doing this."

His expression goes from sort of annoyed to understanding, "of course. I don't know what came over me. We only just met each other and now we are making out because of a game. Hahahah." He chuckles softly.

"And what about that girl you brought up to your ex? She's special to have someone like you. Don't waste your lips for mine." I fiddled with my hands nervously.