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ROOMMATES - Pt 3
(jonathan davis x stealth transmasc reader <on t, post op top surgery>. takes place in early 90s, very beginning of korn. reader gets notice by landlord that they will have to share their space with a new roommate- that being jd. despite the readers initial lack of excitement, they get to know each other and develop a mutual liking)
18+ !!!!!!!
warning: substance use, smut, (ftm) anatomy, lots of swearing, f slur
“Fuuck, fuck, fuck…” Jon was whispering to himself, barely audible. The muffled sound of wet slapping just loud enough to now have your attention in full grasp. He was fucking jerking off. The vibrations of his hips slightly bucking and the shaky breaths he was trying to hold back had you captivated and your heart beating out of your chest.
He’s so fucking sexy, it’s driving me insane.
You laid thinking for a few moments, exhausted, half conscious, very turned on and still ever so slightly high. The mattress was shaking a bit, completely unbeknownst to him. There was no way you wouldn’t know what he was doing. Flipping around to face him in the dark, you heard him suddenly stop and hold his breath.
“Y/N?” He whispered, unable to tell in the pitch darkness whether you were awake or not.
“…You having fun, Jon?”
“Shit.” You heard him adjust his position so he was facing you. “I am so fucking sorry.” He was still whispering. You clicked on a tiny dim lamp near your side of the bed, illuminating the room just enough so you could see his expression and vise versa. He looked extremely embarrassed.
“That’s so fuckin’ nasty of me, man. I’m so sorry. Fuck, I’m embarrassed.” He glanced away from you, avoiding eye contact. “I thought I was being quiet.”
You shifted your body closer to him, reaching a hand out on his bare waist. Your touch made him take a sharp inhale.
“It’s okay, seriously.” You leaned your head toward him leaving a kiss on his hairy chest and then his chin. He had a flustered, taken aback look on his face. “You really think I give a fuck after we’ve been making out all night?”
Jon sighed in relief. “Fair enough.” He awkwardly chucked, biting his lip.
“What has you feeling so desperate? It’s so late.” You asked teasingly, moving your hand slowly down his side. You were trying not to lead on to how much he had turned you on; not only in the moment, but throughout the night. His bites, kisses, noises and grasps on your thighs on the balcony had you feeling flushed for a couple hours. This was just the nail on the coffin.
“Mm… uh…” Jons voice cracked out, looking down to the covers where your hand was caressing his body. “I uh, I had a dream about you that just… turned me the fuck on. I couldn’t help myself…”
“About me? Really?” Your hand crept down his hip and fingers started slipping past the waistband of his boxers. His eyes darted up to meet yours, a needy expression on his face. The look he was giving you was enough to make you give in and fuck him right there, but you held back, trying to keep your cool. Being on testosterone had made it so when you were excited, you were really excited.
A flustered smile spread across Jons’ lips as he remained staring into your eyes.
“Mhm… about you…” He shifted his body closer to you as his hand found your waist. Both of your fingers gracing each others’ skin. Your foreheads near pressing against each other before he lovingly pushes his lips into yours, lazily making out with you. Letting out soft groans into your mouth as his fingers twitched against your side. He bit your bottom lip as your hand finally found his throbbing member, causing him to gasp sharply into your mouth. Your fingers delicately circled the head of his cock, getting them slick. You snickered a bit at his reaction. He had clearly been anticipating your touch for a while.
“You’re so fucking cute.” You whispered, the pace of his breathing picking up against your lips as you slowly began to pump your hand up and down. There was already an absurd amount of precum enveloping your grasp, only making it easer to pick up the pace. “…and you’re so fucking hard, too.”
“Fuck… Y/N…” His hips twitched as he clamped down on your shoulder with his teeth. It sent a short shock through your body, causing your tdick to pulsate. He loved to bite, but had never bitten you so hard before. It was a bit surprising to discover how sensitive he was.
“You make me so fucking horny… oh my god… f-fuck…” His dark eyes bore into yours. In the moment, you felt like you were in charge.
“Y/N… your hand feels so good. Holy sh-shit.” The expression of desire he was giving you and the sounds you were teasing out of him were giving you waves of chills.
“Can-can I touch you? I want you to cum with me.” He shakily breathed out. His fingers resting on your inner thigh, very close to your aching wetness. Your hand slowed down to a stop as you pulled his face in for a tender kiss. The fact that he wanted you to feel good too and he wanted to cum together made you throb. His tongue hung out of his mouth dumbly as you pulled away from the kiss, a thin string of spit connected your lips. He was staring into your face with desperation.
“Please?” Jons’ fingers curled against your skin. He was begging to feel how slick and hard you had gotten. “Fuck, please. I’m so horny, Y/N… I wanna feel you. I wanna cum together.” He whimpered out as his hips bucked a bit, pumping his cock into your loose grasp. His begging was the last straw as you slung one of your legs over his, both of you now spread for each others’ hands to explore.
“I can touch?” He eagerly slid his hand down past your waistband and started spreading your lips apart with two fingers. Heat spread throughout your body as you nodded in response. “Mhmm…”
“Fuck yes.” He wasted no time in dipping his fingers ever so lightly into your wetness, getting them slick so he could start rubbing your engorged tcock. Every new little sensation caused you to twitch and made it difficult to keep up with jerking him off at a consistent speed.
“You’re so big down here, holy shit, Y/N…” he whispered, circling your sensitive spot with his wet fingers.
“…and so fucking wet for me…” His words were making your body spasm and soft groans leave your mouth. Only encouraging him to continue. You picked up the pace in stroking his cock, making him moan in your ear. The moment you sped up your stroking, he dipped two fingers into your hole causing your eyes to flutter back momentarily. The two of you were subconsciously fighting to make the other one buck and whimper more and louder. Whispering praise and filth to each other as the sounds of your desperate, raspy voices and wet pleasure filled the room.
“Good fucking boy, Jon. You’re being so good for me. Fuck, you’re making me feel so-mmf.”
“Nng- You have no idea how bad I wanna f-fuck you, Y/N. Your cunt sounds so fucking pretty.”
You were so close to cumming. His dirty talk just made your head fuzzier; and he could absolutely tell. Turning you on in itself was getting him closer too. Every time you’d moan, he would too. His breathing was unsteady and shaky, breaking more with every sentence at this point. There was no shutting him up or talking over him, he was determined to make you cum. He slipped a third finger inside of you, using his thumb to toy with your swollen tdick.
“I’ve wanted to know what you feel like in here for so fucking long…” He pressed his face up against the side of yours, nibbling on your ear lobe between whispers. You could hear every shudder and gasp escape his lips. Your grip on his cock tightened as you pumped faster in a desperate attempt to keep up with him.
“You’re making my cock feel so good, f-fuck. My pretty boy, so handsome. I wanna make you cum all over my fuckin’ fingers.” His voice was shaky and whiny.
“Oh, fuck. Yes! I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!”
His hips jerked and he moaned at the top of his lungs as he came all over your hand. The grasp of your other hand pulling hard on his dreads as he drove his fingers in and out of you at full speed. The two of you twitching, hips bucking, and letting out uncontrollable curses and moans as you came on each others’ fingers. He pulled his hand from your boxers and sucked on his fingers, crudely shoving them in your mouth afterwards and kissing you on the forehead.
“What a good fuckin’ boy…” He whispered, voice cracking as his chest heaved. He took his fingers from your mouth and pulled your face into his for a deep, passionate kiss, moving his hand back down to palm at your dripping cunt. Your tcock was pulsing and you could barely breathe after the orgasm you had, jumping straight back into roughly making out. You could taste your cum on his tongue as he pushed it into your mouth. You couldn’t do anything but lazily tug on his tangled, sweaty dreads and buck into his hand with overstimulation.
“Fuck, Jon- I-I’m really sensitive right no-“
“I know. I like seeing you like this.” He growled in your ear before once again dipping two fingers into your entrance while roughly thumbing your throbbing tcock. Your thighs were shaking and subconsciously trying to squeeze themselves closed, but he was keeping your legs spread open enough for him to have full range of your cunt.
“I want you cum for me again… just one more time. Can you do that, my pretty boy?” He pressed his lips against your cheek leaving a series of small, quick kisses.
“Fuck… okay, I can do it…” You whimpered out, already feeling close again. Embarassment making your body and face heat up even more. You had never felt more like putty in someones’ hands. Jon had you absolutely melting; his touch, his words, his breath in your ear. It felt like a dream.
“Good boy. You’re so handsome, so fucking sexy when you’re twitching like this.” The sound of his raspy, quiet voice in your ear mixing with the sloppy noises of his fingers drilling into you at full force. Your hips were bucking into his hand as he swiftly sunk another finger into you, knuckle deep. Your hands were grasping the sheets of the bed in a frenzy.
“I can’t believe how fucking wet you are for me, Y/N. You’ve wanted this as long as I have, haven’t you?” He clamped onto your neck with his teeth before impatiently sucking on it. You knew immediately that it was gonna leave a dark, gnarly hickey. He worked his way along your whole neck as he curled his fingers inside of you, making your hips jerk repeatedly, only driving him harder inside of you.
“I can feel you getting tighter around me, baby. Are you close?”
“Fuck, yeah. please, please-“
Your eyes and hips rolled as Jon pressed his lips against yours, capturing your blissful moans in his mouth. His fingers pumping into you like a machine as you tightened around him. Your hand gripped his dreads wildly, inadvertently pulling his head back while he looked down at you with a satisfied expression. Your face contorting with pleasure and overstimulation as he finally started to slow his pace down.
“Oh my god, you’re so fucking hot.” He kissed your jaw and slowly pulled his fingers out of you, making your body jerk. You could barely breathe - just lay below him twitching and panting. Your head so fuzzy that you barely noticed him licking your cum off of his fingers while his other hand lazily played with your happy trail. Your delirious trance was interrupted by a giggle escaping his lips.
“Are you okay, Y/N?”
Your eyes darted to look at his face. He was biting his lip and staring at you with adoration in his eyes.
“Mm… I can’t believe you just did that to me.” You tiredly responded; body completely limp. He couldn’t hold back his laughter as he wrapped an arm around you and buried his head in the nook of your neck, peppering your skin with kisses.
“In a good way, right?”
“In a really good way, yeah. You just like, totally fucked the last of my energy out of me.” You snickered out, eyelids heavy. Your thighs were still weak and shaking. “I should go change my boxers but I honestly don’t think I could walk.”
“Good. I don’t want you to go anywhere anyways.” Jon slung his leg over yours, scooting in for his now signature bedtime entrapment. You felt gross, but safe. Already having been exhausted and half-conscious by the time you had your first orgasm; falling asleep was not going to be a challenge tonight.
“You’re so fucking handsome… and so sexy. Fuck, I can’t believe I finally got to touch you like that.” You laid slowly catching your breath as he whispered into your ear. Every word making it more difficult to wipe the smile off of your face. “My beautiful boy…” his fingers running through your hair as he spoke.
It barely took ten minuets for the two of you to pass out entangled in each others’ limbs. Jon had essentially praised you to sleep before he quickly followed suit. Throughout the night, you’d occasionally be stirred awake by the feeling of his lips planting a soft kiss on your neck, shoulder or cheek. Each time you’d toss or adjust yourself, you’d give him a kiss as well. Usually earning a soft, sleepy groan in response.
Waking up for work the next day was one of the more difficult feats you’ve pulled yourself through in a bit. Your night was so sleepless and active that you had probably gotten a total of 2 hours of rest, if even. Jon hadn’t even woken up when your alarm shot off; he was dead asleep. Leaving the bedroom dressed in your work clothes and looking back to see his lanky, curled up figure sound asleep pained you.
Goddammit, I wish I could just stay in bed.
The entire workday stretched on forever. All you could think about was your intimate night with Jon. You couldn't exactly forget about it either if you wanted to, considering the dark hickeys that were covering your neck and collar. Every time you passed by a reflective surface, or a patron couldn't peel their eyes from the marks Jon left behind, it made the butterflies come back full swing. It really fucking sucked to have to get up and go to work that morning without being able to communicate about your experience together.
Once your shift came to an end and you clocked out, nothing could keep you from sprinting to your car. You were so exhausted all day, but the second you exited the building you were overtaken with a second wind. The drive back to the apartment went by in a flash and before you knew it, you were fumbling for your keys to unlock your front door.
“Creeeaak” the door opened swiftly as Jons’ eager face peered down at you.
“Hi baby!” He smiled and outstretched his arms, gesturing for you to give him a hug. You wasted no time in slamming your body into his. His long arms wrapping around you as he kissed the top of your head sweetly. You were grinning uncontrollably, realizing the new pet name he had just called you.
Baby. He called me baby.
"Hi..." You sighed into his chest. A few moments of comfortable silence passed you both by as you remained embracing.
His arms feel so protective. So safe.
"So..." Jon pulled his head back to look into your face, a subtle smile on his.
"Sooo..."
"So are we gonna like... talk about it?"
"Oh, yeah... can we? Or wait... just to be sure; you're talking about last night, right?"
"Yeah, I'm talkin' about last night." He smiled warmly and sat on the couch, leading you with his hand to sit next to him. Now that you were confronted with the actual conversation, your nerves started to kick in and your palms began to sweat. Jon could immediately tell that you became anxious.
"Don't be nervous. I just wanted to tell ya I really liked it... a fuckin. lot." He breathily laughed out to try and ease tension before placing a hand on your thigh. "I've been thinking about you all fuckin' day, Y/N. Not like, just because we got sloppy the other night. That's part of it but like- you know-... I've been thinking about you all day like, every day for a fuckin' while now..." He briefly tore his gaze from your eyes, his cheeks growing redder by the passing seconds. It's not often he gets this flustered during conversation.
"Like, I didn't anytime soon think that we were gonna do any of that kinda shit, you know? It wasn't my only intention with you."
You sighed in sudden unexpected relief, feeling your muscles' tenseness lessen a bit. You had no particular idea of where he was going with his train of thought, but his nervousness and open way of conversing put you at ease little by little. He was very good with expressing his emotions and point of view.
"I didn't think it was. It wasn't my only intention with you either." You breathed out. "I genuinely like, really really like you, Jon. It kinda freaks me out. I don't just like, do that shit with anyone, you feel me?"
"I really really like you too, Y/N. I know what you mean when you say it freaks you out." He scooted closer, your knees now touching together. This conversation had you circulating between relief and your breath being caught in your throat. There was a pause in your exchanges; the two of you only able to hear your respective heartbeats ringing in your ears as your eyes remained locked.
"Um, okay. Soo then...-"
"Would you wanna be my boyfriend, Y/N?" Jon interjected and looked down at his lap nervously, sweat beading at his forehead. Your mouth dropped open slightly in excitement. "Like, do you wanna be together? For real?”
"Yes! Fuck yes I do!"
Not a moment of hesitation in your response as you giddily accepted. The smile that was stretching across his face was so wide that his eyes were basically closed. Grabbing the back of his neck gently, you pulled his face toward your own to engage in a passionate kiss. Your first kiss as official partners.
"Shit, I'm so fuckin' happy." He giggled as you separated. What looked to be tears of relief puddling ever so slightly in the corners of his dark eyes.
"Me too. Fuck, I'm so glad you finally asked me... I don't know how much longer I could've kept up the faggotry without putting a label on this." You jokingly responded, causing a loud laugh to emit from Jonathan.
"Yeah, now we can kick our faggotry into high gear." His arms pulled you in for a tight squeeze as you felt his body shake with schoolgirl giggles. "...Cause you're my boyfriend." He whispered into your ear. It made you snicker, the energy between you both high and vibrational.
“Holy shit… and you’re like, mine too.” You whispered back.
The two of you spent the remainder of the night tenderly kissing, caressing each other, joking around, flirting and riding the high of being official partners. It felt so right. These feelings between you both had been building for a while, and the tension had become beyond palpable. Now that you were boyfriends, it was as if you couldn’t be pulled away from each other.
You both ended up passing out on the couch, your head in Jons’ lap and his neck craned back uncomfortably as one of his hands rested in your hair. His finger occasionally twitching against your scalp. The television buzzed in the background just low enough for Jons’ soft snores to awaken you in the early morning. Today was another one of an uncountable amount of days you were preparing to spend with Jonathan at his band practice. You continued to lay in his lap, sleepily gazing at his unconscious, dreamy face for a few minuets until he finally came to. He yawned and stretched his arms out, forgetting momentarily his position on the couch with you.
“Good morning, boyfriend Jon.” You whispered, your voice raspy with grogginess.
“Heh. Good morning, boyfriend Y/N.” He caressed your hair softly, moving his fingers down the side of your jaw and chin.
“Does boyfriend Jon want breakfast?” You reached a hand up to twirl his tangled hair between your fingers. He snickered and moved his other hand on your chest, gently resting it against your skin. The feeling of his hand on you felt so electrifying; even the most gentle and casual of touches made your hairs stand up every now and then.
“Boyfriend Jon wants boyfriend Y/N for breakfast.” He bent down to plant a dry kiss on your lips before pulling up again, smirking at your flustered expression.
“Shut the fuck up.” You snickered, crossing your arms. “It’s too early to be saying allat gay shit.” You sat up and turned toward him, your faces inches apart.
God, will I ever get over these butterflies?
He placed his hands on your cheeks, squeezing your face gently with cuteness aggression.
“Fuck, you’re just so fucking perfect. I can’t help it.” He said through gritted teeth and kissed your nose. “I’m so into you.”
“I’m so into you too. I lo- like- hmph. Fuck.” You choked and cut yourself off, palms already sweating in fear that you let something slip that Jon wasn’t ready to hear yet.
“You what, Y/N?” He couldn’t physically hold back his smile if he tried. Pressing his forehead to yours, face still in his hands, he whispered almost teasingly.
“What was that you were gonna say?”
You couldn’t get any proper sentence to leave your lips, let alone a clever comeback or stupid gay joke that you’d typically fallback on. He interrupted your internal panic and moment of dissociation with a sudden passionate kiss on the lips, causing you to melt instantly. Your anxiety felt as if it was flooding out if you being placed by a relief almost tangible.
“I do too.”
“You what?”
“I love you.”
Oh my fucking god. He feels the same way.
“… I-I love you too.”
Jon scooted forward and put his legs around you, borderline sitting on your lap. His arms wrapped around your shoulders as he pulled you close, pressing your chest against his. The smell of his hair and feeling of his limbs enveloping you filling your senses with warmth.
“Holy shit. I love you.” He breathed into your ear quietly as you held each other close.
I am so fucking happy.
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ROOMMATES - Pt 2
(jonathan davis x stealth transmasc reader <on t, post op top surgery>. takes place in early 90s, very beginning of korn. reader gets notice by landlord that they will have to share their space with a new roommate- that being jd. despite the readers initial lack of excitement, they get to know each other and develop a mutual liking)
18+ !!!!!!!
warning: substance use, lots of swearing, sexual tension, general faggotry
The morning following your tender night with Jon, you were awoken by the feeling of him unconciously slinging his leg over you. You were completely entangled in his grasp; arms clasped around your chest, leg slung over yours, the sound of his soft snores against the back of your head. Entrapped, yet you didn’t mind one bit. You were beaming uncontrollably before you were even fully concious. It felt so good to know someone you liked so much felt the same way about you. You laid in his clutches for a few extra minuets until the heat from his body and the blankets became a bit too much, causing you to try your best to inch away without waking him. The moment you slipped out from his arms, he whined drowsily.
“Mmm, no…” he groaned out in a sleepy, raspy voice. Eyes still closed. “Come back.”
You let out a light chuckle, turning toward him to see him sprawled out and half asleep still. His long, thin limbs outstretched toward you in an awkward position. “Sleep… please, Y/N.…” He muttered out. He looks so fucking cute. You couldn’t stop staring at him. His chest hair poking out of the top of the blanket, dreads messily encompassing his face, his stubble coming through.
“I want to, Jon… but I think you’re forgetting you have rehearsal today. Remember? I uh, wanted to tag along this time.”
He perked up a little and rolled onto his stomach groggily, holding his chin up with his hand and opening his eyes to look at you. A sliver of light that shone in through a broken blind lit his tired eyes up and made them appear like they were almost sparkling. It gave you butterflies to be making eye contact. You just found him to be so beautiful; and now you can allow yourself to express it as such. Leaning over the bed, you planted a soft kiss on his forehead.
“You’re finally gonna come?” He grinned showcasing his signature crooked teeth.
“Mhm. I’ve wanted to since you brought it up, I just never went ‘cause I didn’t wanna seem annoying.” You went over to your closet and started shifting through clothes, trying to find something subtly cool enough to impress his bandmates. He sighed, upset slightly that you would’ve ever thought he’d find you annoying.
“Anyways, it’s already like, two. I dunno what time-“
“Oh shit!” Jon sprung up clumsily and shoved his face into the clock on your dresser. “Fuck, okay, get dressed quick. We gotta bounce ASAP.”
He zipped past you and into the living room where his things were to throw on some random articles of clothing. You could hear him cursing under his breath from your room while you got changed. It was stressing you out a bit. Jonathan hadn't particularly struck you to be the most punctual guy. You grabbed your wallet and keys before walking out into the living room to catch up with him. With a death grip on your wrist, he pulled you outside and to his car. On the drive there, he was rambling about the songs they were writing, his bandmates and how they met, breaking down their personalities for you so you weren’t thrown for a loop. He was clearly teeming with nervous excitement to finally have you witness him sing with his band.
“Do you think your friends will like me?” You quietly asked, bouncing your leg with anxiety.
“Of course they fuckin’ will! ‘Cause I like you.” He raised his eyebrows and smiled at you, momentarily taking his eyes off the road to reassure you. “You’re likable… and cool. If anything, I’m more worried that you won’t like them.” He came to a harsh break at a stop sign and turned toward you, a soft and sympathetic expression on his face. “You’re gonna do fine. I know you get anxious about social stuff, but I promise. They’re just a couple ah weird dudes. It’ll be like chillin with a bunch of monkeys that play instruments and drink beer.” He beat his chest and howled like an ape to make you laugh; it worked.
For the remainder of the car ride, he held your hand in his, intertwining your fingers and rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. Initially you were hesitant to be the one to grab his hand, but he shamelessly snatched yours up once he saw your fingers twitch. The sweaty palms didn’t deter him from wanting to keep your fingers laced as long as possible. The two of you pulled up into the driveway of a relatively small home. The garage was wide open, revealing three men sitting in a circle drinking beers around various instruments. The one who had a series of braids sticking out of his head stood up and waved cartoonishly with both arms.
“JOOOON! YOU’RE LATE, BITCH!” He ran up to the car and beat on the drivers’ side window. Jon turned toward you, quickly uttering “That’s Brian” before opening up the car door and embracing his friend. You felt your heart rate increase at the thought of interacting with a new group of people. All you could do is stand by the car and silently observe. They briefly caught up and exchanged friendly banter. You were trying to learn their names through the conversation.
“Where’s Fieldy, ya’ll?” Jon questioned.
“Muthafuckin’ late again of course.” The one Jon had referred to as David responded, a wide cheeky grin on his face. Jon was so stressed out about being late, but the guys didn’t really seem to care nearly as much as he did.
“It’s cool, we’ve just been cracking into the beers he left last sesh until you guys showed up. Here.” The one with dreads slurred out, handing a beer to Jon. “Hey man, want one?” He gestured toward you, holding a can and smiling sweetly. It snapped you out of your silent observation and you walked toward him, forcing a smile on your face as you grabbed it. “Thanks brother, I appreciate it.”
“No prob man. Names’ James, but you can call me Munky.” He drunkenly fist bumped the hand you had clasped over your beer. “That goofy motherfucker is Head, and that’s David.” He pointed to his friends who both enthusiastically waved at you. Jon was smiling uncontrollably as he pulled up a chair behind you for you to sit in and join.
“Cool. M’ names Y/N. It’s dope to finally meet you guys.” You nodded your head and cracked your beer open, taking a seat. Jonathan sat on the ground criss cross between you and Head.
“We know. Jon talks about you like, a lot. Woulda assumed he was tuggin’ on your nuts behind the scenes.-”
“Oh yeah, we go at it fuckin’ hard.” Jon smacked Heads’ shin making a goofy expression. “Shut the hell up before I tug your nuts.” You couldn’t suppress the heat in your face. It was really cute that Jon talked about you so much to his closest friends. You laughed awkwardly and took a sip of your beer, patting Jons head. He threw his head back and looked up at you. “See? A bunch of fuckin’ morons.” He slyly winked.
For the next forty five minuets until Fieldy arrived, the boys made a conscious effort to make you feel comfortable. They talked about their instruments, tattoos, cracked jokes and tried to make you laugh as much as they could. A couple beers in and you found yourself feeling significantly more comfortable then expected. They really made you feel like part of the group and seemed to enjoy your company despite your somewhat reserved nature. Jon was beaming with excitement every time you commented, laughed or interjected. You had learned how they came to be a band and their first impressions of Jon; listening to them reminisce was really sweet and intriguing. It only made you want to learn more about Jonathan and his life.
Once Fieldy arrived - and got pelted with empty beer bottles due to being ridiculously late - he introduced himself to you before they got fully set up to play. You sat on a foldout chair in the driveway, your fourth beer in your hand as you watched them scramble to their respective spots. Before you knew it, you were deeply enveloped in music you had never heard before. You had no idea Jon was capable of projecting his voice and creating the sounds he was making. The emotion on his face and the way he moved and danced while singing sent waves of shivers down your body. Peeling your eyes away for even a second wasn’t an option. In fact, the whole band had your attention in a chokehold. It felt like a new world had opened up for you. Even when they would stop in the middle of a note and have a technical discussion, dick around or try to figure something out, it was beyond intriguing to listen to and watch. Every now and then before he’d start singing, Jon would nod at you to make sure you were doing okay. You were more than okay.
They played a total of 7 songs, each at least twice. It was mesmerizing. You caught yourself with a gaping mouth more than a couple of times. The boys wrapped things up and all shuffled over to you to ask your opinions. You could barely get your thoughts to come out as words in your half drunken, completely awestruck state, but did your best in showering them with compliments. You got a hug from Munky, Fieldy and Head and an honorary fist bump from David after they had invited you to come back to the next rehearsal. Jon said his goodbyes to his friends and you guys dipped with a pack of warm beer and a tightly packed joint that Fieldy sent the both of you off with. You hopped in the passenger seat of the car, and waved goodbye to the band; both of you a little bit intoxicated. The second Jon pulled out of the driveway, he turned to you with a hopeful smile.
“Now that it’s just us… what’d you think? Like honestly?”
“Dude, I think you’re fucking amazing. I think I’m your biggest fucking fan now.”
He snickered somewhat timidly. “Really? That means a lot coming from you.” Jon snuck a quick glance of admiration at you, fighting back a toothy grin. “Can I maybe get a kiss for doing so good?”
“You can get a million kisses!” You leaned over the center console in his car and left a series of quick kisses all over his cheek, causing him to giggle. He turned his head for a brief moment at a stop sign and your lips impacted each other sweetly. The two of you turning hot in the face, his cheeks bright red.
“We oughta crack into these beers and this mothafuckin’ joint when we get back to the apartment.” Jon excitedly mentioned. You felt eager, yet a little anxious to get high with him now that your feelings were out in the open. For the rest of the short lived car ride, you rested your hand on his thigh while you had lighthearted conversation. Every now and then giving a squeeze when he’d come up a bit too fast at a stop light, or make a harsh turn. It’s almost as if he started doing it intentionally at one point just to feel your grip tighten on him just a little bit.
Arriving at the apartment felt relieving after a long day of socializing with new people. The pressure you felt for the last few hours started to melt away a bit once you glanced around. Realizing you were home alone with the man you had deep feelings for and were getting progressively more comfortable around with every day. Jon pulled two lukewarm beers out of the pack and handed you one, fumbling with the joint in his pocket. He grabbed your free hand and started pulling you toward the balcony door; clearly very eager to get crossfaded together. The two of you sat down on the cruddy chairs, the sun beginning to set as orange light shone on your faces.
“Ready to get fucked up?” He toothily smiled, flicking the lighter you had left on the ground outside and taking the first deep inhale. You couldn’t help but smile, observing how attractive he looked blowing out the smoke. You shifted your seat closer to him so your knees were slotted in between each other. He raised the joint up to your lips and lit the end, prompting you to breathe in a hardy hit. You leaned your head back as you exhaled above you. Your head dropped down again and your eyes met with Jons’. He was staring at you with a soft gaze of adoration.
“Shit, you’re so fuckin’ handsome.” He took another hit of the joint. “It blows my mothafuckin’ mind.” He once again pressed the still lit joint to your lips, simultaneously taking a swig of his beer. A grin spread across your face as you remained locking eyes with him, taking a drawn out hit; a bit bigger then you anticipated, actually.
“Says you. You’re fucking beautiful.” You accidentally exhaled smoke into his face making him squint slightly, but not lessening his smile. He put his hand up to your cheek softly and caressed it with his thumb. His eyes darting between your pupils and your lips. The two of you already feeling yourselves getting gradually more intoxicated as the beer and weed intertwined in your systems. You couldn’t tell if your comment had gotten tears to well in his eyes or if they were already starting to glaze over.
“You think I’m beautiful?”
“Very beautiful. I’ve thought so since you first bumbled into my apartment.”
He couldn’t help but lean fully forward, closing in the last few inches between your faces. Smashing his lips into yours lovingly, he moved his other hand up to your cheek as he held your head gently. Your own hands found his knees as he barely gave you time to breathe before pulling away from your passionate kiss. There were definitely tears in his eyes.
“That means a lot to me, Y/N. You mean a lot to me.” Jons’ voice cracked out, your face still resting in his hands.
“You mean a lot to me too. You make me feel so normal.” You sighed, lightly dragging your fingers along his knee. “Jon… thank you for accepting me.”
“Accepting you? Man, I hit the fuckin’ jackpot!”
You both laughed as you lightly slapped his thigh, him leaning in to give you more kisses, occasionally nibbling on your bottom lip. The taste of smoke and your beers mixing in a comforting way, sending firecrackers and fast heartbeats through both of you. Before you knew it, you had finished almost the whole joint together. Talking about your feelings and attraction through the hits you were taking, giving each other soft kisses and light touches.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever actually liked a guy this much.” Jons’ eyes were totally bloodshot as he gazed into yours. “It feels so weird. Not like a bad weird, just a different weird… like, I wanna know every part of you.” He paused for a moment before moving his hand down from your upper thigh to your knee. “Not like that. Well, yeah, like that, but not just like that. Don’t get it twisted, I definitely want that… Just- Should I stop talking? I sound like a fuckin’ pervert now.”
He slapped himself in the forehead which prompted you to burst out laughing. He giggled in response, relieved that he hadn’t creeped you out, but obviously feeling mildly embarrassed. You reached a hand out to peel it away from his red face.
“You’re fine. I know what you mean…” you wrapped his fingers in yours, squeezing his hand lightly to reassure him.
“I don’t think I’ve liked a guy this much either. In fact, I don’t really think I’ve liked anyone this much. So it is kinda weird, but I dig the weirdness.” You leaned forward kissing him on the lips swiftly. “… and for the record, I wanna know every part of you, too. Both in the innocent, sweet, deep secrets sorta way and, like- well, the other way. How could I not?” You glanced down for a moment attempting to hide your expression from him. It wasn’t often at all that you talked about your feelings with people. You had probably spoke more about yourself and the inner workings of your mind with Jonathan in the last month then you had with anyone your whole life. It was a much needed change. He was sensitive and empathetic. Easy to talk to, whether the conversation was serious or stupid.
“That definitely makes me feel better.” He stuttered out; his voice cracking a little bit. Jon moved his hand back up to your thigh and squeezed softly, biting his lip. “I really really like you, Y/N.”
“I really really like you too, Jonathan.” You placed your hand on his and leaned in to kiss him. It very rapidly went from a sweet, soft kiss to getting rougher in nature. He was soon biting at your lips and pushing at your teeth with his tongue. His hand rubbing your thigh as he pushed his knee in closer to your crotch, your legs fitting together like puzzle pieces. He had his other hand running through your hair sweetly, lightly tugging a few strands each time you’d bite his lips back or let a soft noise out into his mouth. Your own hands were weaving through his dreads, curling them through your fingers and pulling his head toward your own. The two of you had completely lost track of time as you passionately made out and caressed each other for hours. Getting progressively more desperate for each other, but taking it slowly regardless. Pulling away for a much needed breath, you shifted your glance at the night sky; leaving Jonathan panting and resting his head against the nape of your neck.
“How long have we been out here?”
“I have no fuckin’ idea. Can we keep kissing again?” Jon bit at your neck in a needy manor and ran his fingers up your back, giving you goosebumps. Your hands still gingerly holding and petting his hair. “Please?”
Placing a kiss on top of his head, you sighed out; “I have work tomorrow, bubs. I gotta be up early.” Disappointment prevalent in your voice. Your high had began to come down quite a bit ago and your exhaustion and realization started to kick in once you noticed the darkness outside. Jon bit your neck with a bit more force, making you jump a little in your seat.
“Fuck work, when I’m famous you won’t need it no more.”
“I know. Until then though, we need to afford rent. Come on, you big baby.” You snickered and tried to stand up, to which he limply collapsed onto your lap, trapping your body down. You couldn’t stop from giggling wildly at his childish behavior. It was one of the stupid little things about Jon that you found so endearing. Somehow, you managed to stand up, finally getting him to lazily rise to his feet. You caught yourself looking up at him. It was easy to forget he was taller then you. Planting another quick kiss on your lips, you grabbed his hand and led him into your room, eager to lay down. Looking at the time on the clock felt of very little importance.
“I can sleep in here with you again?”
“Dur.”
Jon swiftly stripped to his boxers and collapsed onto the bed as you followed suit. The two of you excitedly covered yourselves with blankets and scooted in close to one another. Something you had learned very quickly, even before discussing your feelings with each other, was that Jons’ love language was physical touch. He always had to have his hands or fingers on you, his head resting on your shoulder, your legs on him, his arms around you, and so on. Now that your mutual feelings were out in the open, he had already gotten significantly more touchy. He pulled you close to him, enveloping you in the feeling of his body hair tickling your bare skin and the warm embrace of his arms around you. You decided in the moment it would be best to ignore his boner pressing against you, though it was making you feel distractingly hot. Jon’s fingers were playing with your happy trail, tickling you slightly.
“I like your hair…” he breathily whispered in your ear, giving you chills. “You’re such a pretty boy.”
“Thank you…” A wide, sleepy grin plastered across your face with his words. You wanted to flip around and kiss him so fucking bad, but were too comfortable. “I like your everything.”
“I like your everything.”
Despite your mutual frustration, it didn’t take long for the pair of you to fall asleep. Jon nodded off first, caressing your skin with his fingers until the sound of his soft snores hit your ears. Shortly thereafter, once again trapped in his clutches, you had no choice but to fall asleep in his arms as well.
The night was quiet and peaceful. The two of you had shifted around in your sleep a few times so you were no longer wrapped in Jons’ arms. It had been only a couple of short hours before the sound of a faint squeak had awoken you. You remained half asleep, facing the wall of your bedroom until your eyes shot open with a sound you weren't at all anticipating. You froze, eyes wide, trying to figure out the noises your ears were registering.
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(jonathan davis x stealth transmasc reader <on t, post op top surgery>. takes place in early 90s. you unexpectedly meet jd in the bathroom after a show, attempting to comfort him after he gets sick, only for Jon to comfort you in return)
18+ !!!!!!!
warning: substance use (alcohol, marijuana), vomit mentioned, smut, (ftm) anatomy, lots of swearing
Jonathan davis x transmasc reader
You couldn’t believe you had the opportunity to finally see your favorite band in person. Korn had been high up on your radar for a couple years now, and seeing them perform live seemed like a dream. Initially, it felt kind of weird to be there on your own. Usually you would’ve preferred to go to a concert with a friend, but when the chance to buy a ticket arose, all you could think about in the moment was securing your spot. This was special.
The performance had been going on at this point for a good hour and forty five minuets, and you had been animalisticly screaming along the lyrics to each song the entire time. Your voice was pretty blown out, cracking and fading, borderline inaudible; but the music was so loud, nobody could hear you anyways. Either way, it’s not like you’d care if anybody could hear you. Your focus was so heavily fixated on Jonathan, nobody else mattered. His vocals, the way he moved and flipped his hair, the sweat gleaming off of his body. For quite a few moments, you zoned out in your fixation and it felt as if you two were the only ones present.
The crowd of people filed out of the venue steadily as the songs went on. Before the middle of the show, nearly everybody was already a sweaty, drunken, fucked up mess. It was about 3 AM when Korn played their last song, and a good eighty percent of the crowd had left before the end of it. Understandably so; the venue was small, un air conditioned and dark. It reeked of vomit, cigarettes, beer, a tinge of piss, and anything else pungent you’d smell at a metal concert full of wasted 20 somethings. Though you were so immersed in the music, the beauty and finesse of the band members… the odors and obnoxious sounds of the onlookers around you didn’t permeate your high of being so close to the men you’ve looked up to and religiously listened to for so long. Nothing could kill this feeling of happiness and awe… until-
Wait, no fucking way. They just finished playing the last song. They’re walking off stage? No, fuck. It’s over? Already?
The post concert depression hit you almost immediately as it felt like you had simply blinked and the members of Korn were exiting the stage. You played it cool and clapped and shouted just like everyone else did, but damn if tears didn’t well up in your eyes a little bit. You took a deep breath, looked around the venue and realized you were the last one clapping. Not only that, but you were also the last one not making their way out yet. The adrenaline buzzing through your body started to fade as you realized how out of breath, uncomfortable and hot you were.
“Yo, there a bathroom in here?” You got the attention of what looked to be an employee, maybe a bodyguard of some sort.
“Yeah, mens’ is right over there.” He gestured to a puny, dimly lit hallway in the back of the venue.
You nodded your head in thanks and turned as a coy smile spread across your lips. You’ve been passing for a while now, but it never stops feeling good to be validated as a man.
You made your way to the restroom and over to a sink to splash some water on your face. The room temperature liquid felt ridiculously relieving on your sticky skin. The water got all over the front of your shirt, but was indistinguishable from all the sweat you had exuded during the evening.
“URRGHHUA-“ The sound of a guttural heave followed by somebody spitting into a toilet made your eyes bulge open in surprise. You thought you were the only person in the restroom.
“Ugh, fuck me-“ Followed by another harsh gag echoed through the bathroom.
“Hey man, uh, you okay?” You stuttered out somewhat nervously. You weren’t really one to start conversation with strangers, but you were a sympathetic person more than anything. Plus, the exhaustion you felt kind of drowned out any feelings of profound anxiety.
“Oh shit, yeah. Sorry man, haha, that probably sounded really fuckin’ gross.” The disembodied voice responded, slightly slurring his words. “I’m just drunk as hell… you mind uh, helping me out maybe?”
You glanced down under the stall to see long legs awkwardly sprawled out on the dirty floor. Stained black adidas sweats attached to what you assumed was a torso hunched over the toilet. The sleepiness and mild disconnect humming in your brain after such an intense night made it so you couldn’t connect the dots between the familiar voice and pants.
The lock clicked and the door slightly creaked open, but not enough for you to see who was in the stall. Taking a couple steps over, with no second thought, you pulled the door outward to offer a helping hand.
“Oh fuck!-“ Choking on a sharp gasp, Jonathan Davis’ glazed, red tinted eyes met with your own. You felt a rush of heat fill your body as blush spread across your face. Jonathan Davis of Korn was probably the last person you were expecting to see sitting on the floor of a filthy bathroom at 3:20 in the morning. Asking for your help. He raised his eyebrows up at you curiously, outstretching a shaky hand.
“You’re staring. Do I got barf runnin’ down my lip or something?” He smiled goofily, gesturing again for you to take his hand and help him up.
“Sorry, I just- I’m totally surprised to see you! I’ve been a fan for so motherfucking long. I’m kinda like- whoa- I mean, you played such a badass show-” You stuttered, hurriedly bending down to take his arm over your shoulders. You tried to play it cool, but felt pretty embarrassed over your inability to keep your fanboying to a low. His legs shook a bit as you hoisted him up off of the floor and to his feet. He was taller then expected. Taller then you at least.
He chuckled in response to your comment, turning his head toward you. You felt his breath on your face; it fucking reeked. Yet it caused your heartbeat to increase even more then it already had.
“Thank you. You know, I think I noticed you from the stage. I swear I saw you going fuckin’ crazy during Faget.” He smiled warmly and took a wobbly step toward the sink, arm still wrapped over your shoulders as you helped him steady himself.
“Yeah, heh. I just get into it, man. I love your music… Shit I won’t lie, I’m a little bit embarrassed.”
He took his arm from around your shoulders and balanced himself on the sink, turning the faucet on. He cupped his hand to catch water and looked at you through the mirror while hunched over.
“No need to be embarrassed. That’s the kinda shit I live for. I appreciate it a lot.” He took a sip of water from his hand before swishing it around his mouth and spitting it back out. His eyes rolled back slightly as he splashed water on his face, letting it drip back into the sink. You stood behind him anxiously, rocking back and forth not knowing what to say.
“You seem pretty nervous. I got something that might make you feel better, if you wanna head out back with me?” He asked, turning around to face you suddenly, stumbling a bit in the motion. You tensed up, meeting his gaze.
Is he asking me to hang out right now?
“You want me to come out back with you? Like now?”
He chuckled softly and put his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it gently.
“Yeah, like now. If that’s cool with you. I kinda like your presence… I dunno, I’m drunk man. It’d be cool to hang with someone new.” Jon bit his lip and raised his brow as his gaze darted between your lips and back up to your eyes for a moment. It made your face grow hot. “Besides, what else is there to do?”
“Well shit, you make a good point. I’d fuckin’ love to chill with you man.” You felt his grip on your shoulder tighten slightly as you agreed. He grinned widely, still pretty intoxicated as he slung his arm over your shoulders once again. Leading the way out of the restroom, you both made your way out of a door next to the stage area that spat you out on the side of the building. The thick scent of weed and cigarettes smacked you in the face as the door swung open. Honestly smelled pretty damn good compared to the interior of the venue.
“Aw fuck yeah, my man Head never fails me.“ Jon pulled you over to a bench that had a little baggie sitting on it. “Let’s sit, hm?”
You both sat down, Jonathan picking the bag up and emptying the contents in his hand. A perfectly rolled joint and a bright red lighter. Head had obviously left it there for Jon, knowing he’d be coming out after his puketastic bathroom adventure.
“I want you to take the first hit.” He held the joint up to your lips between his fingers.
“You sure? I feel bad smoking your weed, you don’t even know me. I mean I appreciate it of course, but-“ You were interrupted by the click of a lighter.
“I’m sure. I’m gonna know you soon anyways, right?”
You shrugged and inhaled, the familiar taste of smoke filled up your mouth. The second your lips peeled away from the joint, Jon took a huge hit, leaning his head back and blowing it straight up. You couldn’t help but stare dumbly at him as smoke poured out of your mouth. Him throwing his head back like that made risky things run through your mind.
Hit after hit, you lost track of how much the two of you had smoked due to how stoned you became with each exhale. Between sharing the joint, you had conversation about where you’re from, what hobbies you guys have, favorite music, what high school was like; general ‘getting to know each other’ talk. You just couldn’t fully believe you were having casual conversation with Jonathan fucking Davis. Though the higher you got, the easier it was to converse.
“Shit, you know what? You listened to me throw up, saw drool fall outta my mouth, we smoked half of my joint, and I don’t even know your name.” Jon stared at you, his eyes as beet red as your own. The sight made you giggle.
“It’s Y/N. Damn, I’m high as fuck.”
He laughed out loud, his smile causing his eyes to squint. He had such a cute laugh, not what you would’ve expected judging by his stage presence. His reaction arose another giggle inside of you as you shyly covered your mouth with your hand.
“You’re fuckin’ cute, Y/N. Wanna try something weird?”
His words made your heart flutter. An obvious blush spread across your cheeks. You nodded in response, a goofy smile plastered on your face unbeknownst to you.
“Alright, just let me lead. I’m gonna take a hit of this and pass it to you.”
He angled his body toward you and you followed suit, both of you awkwardly facing each other. Half of the joint remained. It felt like you had smoked so much more then that. You were so goddamn high. Jon was too, but wasn’t nearly as transparent about it.
He lit it up and inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in his mouth and quickly placing the joint down to his side so both of his hands were free. He nodded for consent as he bore into your glazed eyes. As soon as you nodded back, his hands gently steadied the sides of your face as he ever so lightly touched his lips against yours. Both of you opened your mouths simultaneously as he exhaled and you inhaled. Your lips were touching so softly. It made your stomach flip. He pulled away, but kept his hands on your cheeks as he watched your expression closely.
“I like your sideburns.” He rubbed his thumb against your face gently, feeling your facial hair. “Fuck, I’m high as shit too.” He bit his lip as his cheeks began to flush red. You could just barely see the tint of his face change with the streetlights glimmering on you both. You smiled shyly as his compliment dug its way into your brain.
“I like yours too.” You sheepishly responded.
“Here.” Jon lifted your hand up and placed it on his own face so you could feel them. A smirk spread across his lips. “This is the gayest fuckin’ thing I’ve done all week.”
“Is that a good or bad thing?” You felt your breath hitch, worried that he wasn’t feeling the electricity you were.
“It ain’t bad. You’re pretty as hell. I saw you rockin’ out from the stage and I was like; ‘damn, that guy is… attractive’. Then i saw you in the bathroom and I was like, ‘shit here’s my chance’. Is that weird?”
You were so taken aback by his words. It didn’t seem real. Is he fucking serious right now?
“I’m sorry, I’m forreal so fucked up right now. That was probably weird for me to say, wasn’t it? I don’t usually do this stuff with guys. I’m a lot smoother with wome-”
Before he had even finished speaking, you put your other hand on his face, pulling him toward you for a kiss. You were so stoned, so ridden of anxiety and morality, it just seemed like the right thing to do. His lips were dry and tasted like Jack Daniel’s and potent weed. You pulled away and locked eyes.
“You’re really fucking cute, Jon. Like, I’m into you.”
His eyes widened and he smiled uncontrollably, fully displaying his crooked teeth.
“I’m into you too, Y/N. I wanna get to know you, but, uh…” He bit his lip and stared down at his lap tentatively. His face was so red.
“What? You’re acting shy all of a sudden?” You smirked and placed a hand on his thigh, nudging him to finish his sentence.
“I really wanna get to know you, but I also wanna fuck you so bad right now.”
You gulped and froze, not expecting him to feel such strong attraction toward you. You didn’t expect him to have any attraction toward you at all, let alone wanting to bone you on the spot like this. Was it because he was so fucked up? Or would he feel this way regardless? Snapping back into reality, you realized his dark, tired eyes were fixated on you, looking you up and down. Sweat beaded at your forehead in anticipation and hesitation. Not only was your favorite vocalist thirsting after you, but you had never been with anybody who hadn’t known you were trans before getting intimate. Actually, you hadn’t been with many people at all. You had no idea how to initiate the conversation, so the best you squeaked out was;
“Can we start slow?”
A warm smile eased onto Jons’ face. He scooped your legs up from the underside of your knees and scooted closer, placing your legs on top of his lap.
“I’m not gonna fuck you here on this bench. Well, I mean, unless you’re into that.” He gave you no time to respond as his lips crashed into yours, rougher then your first kiss, but gentle enough. He placed one hand behind your neck and the other on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze that caused your lips to part for a moment. His thumb affectionately graced the back of your neck as you tasted each others lips. Jon pulled back for a moment.
“You doing okay?” He asked, still rubbing his thumb against your hairline.
“Yeah. I’m really good. What about you?”
“I’m fuckin’ great. You have really soft lips.” He licked his own lips for a second before biting them and scanning your figure again. “Damn, you’re really fuckin’ handsome. It feels right to be here with you right now.” He slurred out before leaning in for another kiss.
This one was a bit sloppier. He began biting your bottom lip and licking your teeth until you finally granted his tongue entrance to your mouth. When you did he let out a soft, sweet moan that made your mouth vibrate. The sound of his enjoyment mixed with the feeling of his tongue in your mouth caused wetness to pool in your boxers. His hand moved lower on your waist and pulled you closer until you were essentially sat on his lap. You could feel how hard he was through his sweats and couldn’t believe it. Knowing that you had him so turned on just drove you even crazier.
A string of spit connected your swollen lips as the both of you pulled away momentarily for air.
“You’re so hard. Did I do this to you?” You asked teasingly.
“Fuck yeah you did. I’m about to fuckin’ lose my shit, Y/N. You’re so hot.” He leaned into the nook of your neck and began leaving soft kisses and bites on your skin. Both his hands now holding your waist.
“Can I mark you up, baby boy?”
The question sent chills down your spine.
“As much as you want to.”
The green light you gave had him impatiently and passionately sucking and licking on your neck. Your thighs squeezed together in an attempt to keep your tdick under control. Moans and curses escaped your mouth as his lips, teeth and tongue marked and grazed your skin; which only encouraged him further. His hands began to snake up the sides of your shirt. You froze for a moment, remembering you hadn’t told him you’re trans yet.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Jon pulled away worriedly and raised his eyebrows, trying to read your expression.
“Not at all. You’re doing such a good job. I just… I don’t- I have to tell you something before we get too far and I’m scared It’s gonna weird you out or something.” Tears welled up in your eyes slightly as anxiety begin to fill up your chest.
“Oh shit. You have AIDS or something?”
“No, motherfucker.” You fought back a snicker. “I don’t have any STD’s.”
Jon sighed in relief, grabbing your hands and holding them tight.
“I promise I’m not gonna judge you. I already like you.”
You took a deep breath and thought about how you could phrase this. The concoction of exhaustion and intoxication flooding through you caused you to simply lift your shirt to showcase your top surgery scars to him. Sometimes saying nothing speaks the loudest.
His eyes widen and fixate on your chest and torso as he puts his hands back on either side of your bare waist.
“I get it.” He said, tapping his fingertips along your skin. “Your scars look great… and shit, you’re almost as hairy as me, huh?” He snickered out, trying to ease the tension to let you know he really didn’t mind at all.
“It’s cool.” He adjusted your legs so you were straddling his lap now, rather then sitting with your legs pressed together. “I’m glad you trust me with your body. It’s fuckin’ sexy.”
You dropped your shirt back down as your hands covered your face. You could feel his throbbing member against your hole now that he readjusted your position on his lap.
“You’re not just saying that to get your dick wet?” You mumble through your fingers.
“What? Naw, I think you’re beautiful… handsome- I think you’re handsome. I said I wanted to fuck you and get to know you. You bein’ trans don’t change none of that. I just got to know you a lil more, that’s all.” He moved your hands down from your face and kissed your nose lightly, making you smile. His reassurance felt very genuine.
“Thank you, Jon. You have no idea how much that means to me… Fuck, I feel so much better. Come kiss me again.” You placed your hands on the back of his head, intertwining his dreads with your fingers before he smushed his face into yours with impatience. His tongue slithered past your teeth and onto yours. It was hard to ignore the subtly desperate humping of his hips up into you as you sat straddling him. The friction, or lack thereof, was driving you both crazy. With his dreads looped through your fingers, you gave a light tug that caused a moan to emit from his mouth into yours.
“Shit, I want you so bad.” He whispered, boring into your eyes with a look that can only be described as desire and seriousness. His desperation made you feel powerful. You never thought you’d be so close to Jon, never thought his dark, lustful eyes would be piercing yours. His arms would be around your waist and tongue in your mouth. The surge of tension and emotions between you had you both forgetting your location; a dirty bench on the outside of a crummy club.
“As bad as I want you too, I’m not about to let us get arrested for public indecency.” You chuckled, cupping his cheek with your hand and giving him a light kiss on the lips. He frowned childishly, eyebrows furrowing. He leaned down and rested his head in the nook of your neck, his lips barely touching your skin.
“If we went somewhere more private, would you let me make you feel good?” He said before kissing your neck lightly.
You placed your hands on the back of his head, caressing his matted, sweaty hair for a moment before mumbling out an “mhm”. Planting another quick kiss on your forehead, he stood up, grabbing the joint and lighter with one hand and outstretching the other for you to take. As he lead you back through the door of the now empty club, he held the joint in his mouth, lighting it and taking long hits, exhaling the smoke through his nose. He grabbed it with two fingers and placed it between your lips for you to take a couple hits as well. A trail of smoke lingered behind you both as he pushed the bathroom door open, locking it behind you.
“I’m so fucking high again, haha-”
He wasted no time in pressing you up against the cool, tiled wall, biting at your lips and moving his hands up and down the sides of your torso. He had his body pressed into yours, keeping you comfortably squished yet unable to move much. You could feel his boner pushing against your stomach through your clothes. He pulled away from your breathless mouth as he hurriedly pulled his tank top over his head, throwing it onto the floor. Jon was so fucking hairy. You were awestruck by his body. His chest hair, happy trail, hips poking out above his pants. You were so hypnotized you hadn’t even realized him tugging at the hem of your shirt, gesturing to get it off of you.
“I wanna see that body of yours again… please?” His bloodshot puppy dog eyes darted between your face and the small amount of your belly visible below your shirt that he was lifting. You bit your lip nervously, but raised your arms to allow him to fully remove it. Throwing your shirt off to the side like a piece of trash, his gaze hungrily shifted around your torso and chest. Large, gentle hands caressing your sides, tracing your scars.
“Goddamn, you’re a fuckin’ treat, huh pretty boy?” He leaned down and started suckling on your neck, working his way down to your collarbone. You gasped as his hand suddenly snuck it’s way past your waistband and in between your thighs, fingers rubbing between your slick entrance and against your swollen tdick.
“Shit, this things big… You’re ready for me aren’t you, Y/N?” He smirked, his forehead pressed against your chest as he stared intensely at his hand in your pants. A finger slipped inside of you, making you emit a raspy moan. The feeling of your wetness seeping around his hand caused him to whimper, beyond turned on and anticipating the feeling of finally being inside of you. Your hips humping against his hand as he inserts another finger, biting your shoulder and leaving a hardy indentation.
“Your fingers feel so fucking good, oh my god, fuck-“ your hands moved up and down his back sporadically; you ached for this kind of touch for what felt like forever.
“That’s my good boy… Are you ready for me to fuck you?” He muttered into your neck, clamping down with his teeth leaving another deep bite mark. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment, enjoying the mixture of pleasure and mild pain. You would’ve yanked his pants down yourself in an instant if you weren’t pinned up against the wall at his discretion.
“Y-yeah, I’m ready. Fuck…”
Almost instantaneously, he pulled his pants down, letting them fall to his ankles. His cock had been dripping with precum for what seemed like the entire time, it was dribbling off of his head. The sight made your eyes pop. Eagerly, he pulled the waistband of your pants down as well, letting them fall to your feet. He reached a hand down and began jerking himself off with one hand and swirling his fingers around your tdick with the other while maintaining eye contact with you.
“I’m gonna fuck your pretty little cunt now, okay?” He shifted his hips close enough so his throbbing cock was placed directly against your entrance. You nodded your head, breathless and nervous. Pushing into you slowly, you both let out deep groans as your grips on each others bodies tightened. He fully pressed into you, borderline crushing you against the wall. Your arms wrapped around his head as he quickened his pace, unable to hold back the desire he’s been downplaying all evening.
“Fuck yes. You’re so fucking tight. You feel so fucking good around me. What a good boy, so wet for me.” Praise fell from his lips like a monologue as he pumped faster and faster. Leaving you out of breath, moaning and cursing uncontrollably. Complete putty in his hands. His lips encompassed yours as he moaned and whimpered into your mouth. The sounds of both of your deep, raspy noises of pleasure and his hips slapping wetly and lewdly against yours echoed throughout the bathroom. He pinned your hands above your head with one arm and used the other to grope your ass, pulling you into him as he submerged his cock inside of you.
“Jon, fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum.”
“Me too. Be my good boy and let’s cum together.” He whimpered out, trying to maintain a dominant tone but not being able to hold back his desperation. His hips bucked uncontrollably and with one final harsh pump, he completely buried himself inside of you. You could feel his balls pulsating against your lips as he emptied them inside of your hole. You tightened around him, gasping and moaning. Your bodies twitched as you both simultaneously came for each other. Sweat pouring off your bodies and cum already trickling down your hairy, weak thighs before he even pulled out.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy, Y/N.” Jon breathlessly mumbled as he stayed twitching inside of you. Attempting to catch his breath and letting go of your wrists, he sprinkled soft kisses all over your jawline, chin and cheeks.
“No, you are. Holy shit, I’ve never cum that hard with anyone before.” You whispered out, legs shaking, barely able to stand if he wasn’t still pressing you against the wall.
“Neither have I. Goddamn.” He slowly slipped out of you while holding your hips, biting his lip and forcing back whimpers in his throat as he did. Your hips bucked and twitched. His cum seeped out, dripping onto your boxers below you. He kissed your forehead with a loud smack sound and bent down to pull up your pants for you.
“Cute. Your legs are shaking pretty hard. Need me to carry you out of here or somethin’?” He rose up with a satisfied look on his face, snapping your waistband around your hips.
“Hell no. I’m a big boy.” You snickered and crossed your arms as Jon pulled his own pants up, rising up less then an inch from your face. You kissed his nose sweetly and watched his face turn a deeper pink.
“Whatever you say. Let me get you breakfast, hm? It’s probably like, fuckin’ 7 AM now.” He reached down to grasp your hand and intertwine your fingers with his. “Then we can go back to my hotel room and clean up.”
He stared hopefully and tiredly at you, lightly squeezing your hand.
“Deal. We’re like, so fucking gross right now.”
He laughed and nodded his head, swinging your arms back and forth. You made your way out of the club and realized the sun had rose, which only made you feel more exhausted. His thumb caressed yours as you both began your trot to the motel a few blocks down the road.
“I like you a lot, Y/N.” He quietly muttered, looking down at your feet as you walked next to each other.
“You goddamn better considering your cum is in my boxers right now.” You playfully shot back, earning a hardy laugh from him.
“I’m playin’. I like you a lot too.”
You stopped in your tracks for a moment to embrace each other. A gentle but passionate kiss solidified your mutual feelings as you continued on your way, sauntering down the sidewalk.
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ROOMMATES - Pt 1
(jonathan davis x stealth transmasc reader <on t, post op top surgery>. takes place in early 90s, very beginning of korn. reader gets notice by landlord that they will have to share their space with a new roommate- that being jd. despite the readers initial lack of excitement, they get to know each other and develop a mutual liking)
18+ !!!!!!!
warning: substance use, lots of swearing, slurs, brief mention of the film 'cannibal holocaust'
BEEP BEEP BEEP
“Fucking shit!” You sputtered out, woken up from a deep sleep due to your obnoxious alarm. You had the day off, but had forgotten to turn it off the evening prior. You sighed, feeling defeated already. Another day where you’ve been yanked out of slumber nearly suffering a heart attack at 8 AM.
“Great, there goes sleeping in today.”
Getting up from your bed, you groggily stumbled into the kitchen. Might as well prepare a decent breakfast, since you actually have time rather then having to rush to work. You opened up the fridge to scan various ingredients, trying to decide on what you were going to make. You had meant to go grocery shopping a few days ago, but your consistent exhaustion has kept you nothing but work and homebound. The fridge was basically barren and despite your rumbling gut, nothing looked appetizing.
Well, nothing except for your trusty old bong sitting on the counter where you had left it the night before. It still had some ash and weed inside the bowl; even a bit of green still sprinkled in there. You sighed picking it up, mildly disappointed in yourself over how happy the thought of lighting it up made you. Walking out onto your tiny haven of a balcony, you plopped down in one of the plastic yard chairs and picked up the lighter left lying on the ground. Inhaling the comforting smoke, you sat wondering what you could do to postpone going to the grocery store for as long as possible.
“Damn, this is some good ass shit.” You coughed out, already feeling high after a couple hits. Your dealer knew you back in high school as the weird, quiet, androgynous kid. When you had first linked up about a year ago inquiring about buying from him, he thought your transition was ‘cool and interesting’. He always made sure to give you his best product; sometimes he’ll even slide you some free edibles to try.
Finishing up what was left in the bowl, you made your way back inside to fill it back up and get fucked up for the day; only to be inturupted by a knock at your door.
“Shit shit shit.” You anxiously jumped up, racing to shove your bong under the kitchen sink and lighting a candle on your coffee table. You weren’t expecting any visitors, and you had already paid rent for the month a week and a half ago; what’s the fucking deal?
Another impatient sounding knock at the door.
“Coming, I-I’m coming!” You stumbled over to the door, opening it without even thinking to look through the peephole. Lo and behold, your landlord, Lily, was waiting with a hand on her hip and a raised eyebrow.
“Do I have to remind you for like, the billionth time that you can’t be smoking? You’re gonna get me in trouble, Y/N.” She said half seriously, half nonchalantly. You’ve had this conversation so many times, all she can really do at this point is wag her finger and pretend to care.
“Shit, you can smell it?”
“Not this time, but your eyes give it away.” She snickered, gesturing at your face. “Anyways, that’s not what I’m here to talk to you about. I have news, and you’re either gonna be excited or pissed at me. Probably pissed. Either way, it’ll be your problem, not mine.” She crossed her arms and took a step closer.
“You’re scaring me, Lily. Like, that just made me so anxious. Just give it to me straight.” You braced yourself, crossing your arms in front of your chest and holding onto your shoulders. You honestly didn’t know what to expect at this point. You’ve been residing in the same complex for close to 2 years now, so aside from the occasional drama from the room above you or malfunctioning of appliances; surprises weren’t something that occurred often at all. You were almost hoping for her to say something a little outlandish. Life had felt so redundant lately.
“Alright. You want it straight? I’ll give to ya. Finances are… rough, to say the least. I can’t keep up with what I’m charging you for rent. So I’m raising it-“
“What? Are you kidding? You know I’m in a shitty situation myself, I can barely afford an eighth of grass. I’m paying for my hrt, come on, dont do this to m-“
“Y/N, chill. You ain’t even let me finish my sentence. Why would I mention you’d be excited if I was just gonna double the rent on you? You think I’m a monster?” She looked mildly offended. Her assurance made you relax your shoulders a bit.
“Anyways; I’m raising the rent and you’re going to be splitting it with a new roommate. I think he’ll be a perfect match for you, he’s your age, a bit quiet, but-“
“Aw shit… please tell me you’re joking. I don’t mesh well with other people. Especially strangers. Plus, you know my ‘thing’. What if I get hatecrimed? What do you even know about this guy?”
“Enough to be sure he won’t slaughter you. I dunno, he might be a little… you know… queer himself even. Not my business.” She flashed a limp wrist to emphasize her point. It would’ve made you chuckle if you weren’t so disappointed and taken off guard. “Be prepared for your new friend tonight. I already told him he’d probably have to take the foldout couch to sleep in.”
“Whatever.”
“You know, maybe you should be excited or something. You’re always alone, getting stoned by yourself and shuffling around here like a hobbit. Your life is your life, but you have a shot at making a friend. You’re gonna have to get used to it anyways, because I need money, and you need a place to live. Once I get his payment, I may even be able to fix your hot water problem.” She winked cartoonishly and took a step back. “That’s all I had to say. If you can afford it, go buy some eyedrops.” She said before walking away, unbothered.
You made a disgusted expression at her back before slamming the door shut and pacing to your bedroom to put some normal clothes on. In that moment, you had decided you’d tidy things up a little bit. Sure, you were pissed off and unhappy that you’d have to be sharing your space with a total stranger all of a sudden, but you didn’t wanna feel embarrassed about a mess on top of that. Wasn’t worth fighting fire with fire.
Time felt like no object as you cleaned up; throwing laundry into your crummy little dryer, spraying down the mirror in the bathroom, vacuuming up the ash and crumbs scattered throughout the apartment floor. Before you knew it, you had looked at the clock and it was 4 PM. You had done a damn thorough job sanitizing and tidying.
Damn, I’ve been cleaning all fucking day for some dude I don’t even know. I deserve a medal for hospitality or something.
You looked over at the little coffee table, spotting your lighter.
Or maybe a couple bong rips would suffice.
Packing up the bowl tight with a nice fluffy bunch of weed, you situated yourself outside with a glass of water and got ready to get fucked. Your anxiety was starting to eat at you now that you weren’t occupied cleaning; and what better way to rid yourself of that nagging feeling then to smoke it away?
Time dragged on as you smoked an unforeseen amount of bud. Your eyelids got progressively heavier until they fell and your body gave in to much needed sleep. A sleep that would once again be crudely interrupted, as the slamming of something hitting the floor of your apartment pulled you to your feet in fear. With bloodshot, sleepy eyes you yanked the door from your balcony open and staggered inside.
“The fuck?” Your voice cracked with apparent concern and confusion. In front of the doorway of your abode stood a lanky, and clearly startled man about your age. He had dark dreads, silver eyebrow piercings, and a uniquely handsome face. You scanned him tentatively, trying to figure out in your stoned state of mind if he was a threat or not.
“Sorry, I uh, Lily gave me a key and I didn’t wanna knock in case you were asleep. I didn’t mean to scare ya like that.” He awkwardly fumbled, putting the key in his pocket before outstretching his hand. “I’m Jonathan.”
You exhaled in relief and reached your hand out to shake his. He seemed polite enough, and the fact that he was clearly nervous as well made you feel a bit better.
“Names’ Y/N. It’s cool to meet you, man.” He gripped your hand with more strength then expected. You couldn’t control your eyes. Your gaze went from up his hand to his face and down his body. Taking in his features and clothing choices the best you could. You noticed his dark, friendly eyes. There looked to be a lot of soul behind them. His decrepit black sweater and sweatpants that looked like they’ve been through purgatory. You wanted to keep staring, but didn’t wanna seem weird.
“This is a really nice place, you do a good job keeping it clean I can see.” Jonathan smiled, trying to ease the tension, earning a soft smile back. His crooked teeth caught your eye.
“Thanks. To be honest, I really don’t. I cleaned it all today, went fucking nuts with it.”
“Aww, what? Already trying to impress me and we just met, huh?” He playfully responded, making you blush a bit. Fortunately for you, it was just dim enough so that he couldn’t tell.
“Man whatever.” You laughed tiredly. “Can I help you with anything? You look like you might be strugglin’ a bit.” You looked over to his bags that had fallen all over the floor. One had busted open and his clothes had come flooding out. You noticed a pair of thigh high striped socks and garters. Interesting.
He looked behind him and sighed softly, turning back to you. “Nah, nah… Well… I hate to make this kind of first impression, but would you maybe have sumthin’ to eat? I’m fuckin’ starving.”
You nearly facepalmed. Fuck. I was supposed to go grocery shopping today.
“Shit man, I wish I could say yes. I haven’t eaten all day. I’m hungry m’self.”
“Oh fuck, well… can I buy you something to eat then? It’s like almost midnight but I can get us something from the Kwik Stop across the street.”
You smiled, a bit surprised at the offer. You would’ve said no out of courtesy since you normally don’t like when people buy things for you; but because he was moving into your space, you graciously took him up on the offer. Before leaving, you both moved his bags onto the couch and went on your way. It was pitch black outside. You hadn’t realized how long you’d been out for until he mentioned it was about midnight. Time felt weird.
The Kwik Stop was just across the road from your complex, which was empty due to the odd time of evening. On the brief walk there, you had partaken in some small talk; learning that he had come from Bakersfield, that he enjoyed music, that you both really liked The Cure. He had a very soft spoken and gentle cadence to his voice. Although you weren’t excited by any means to have to embrace a new roommate, it didn’t seem like it’d be necessarily hard to get along. In fact, you found yourself kind of attracted to him which threw you off a bit.
“Feel free to grab whatever you want, It’s on me.” He winked at you and walked off, going straight for the beers in the back. Once you both got what you wanted, you left to run back across the street. The sidelights lit your faces up dully as you waited for cars to cease passing by. "I really appreciate you getting me something to eat."
"Don't worry about it. I really appreciate you being so cool about me staying at your place. I probably would've beaten the shit out of me the way I showed up earlier." He chuckled softly. Jon's gaze was soft, his eyes looked like black holes reflecting the small amount of light emanating from the street. You met his fixed look with your own causing him to nervously glance at his feet.
"I gotta be cool with it, right? We're roommates now. If anything, I'm surprised you didn't peace out when my stoned ass came bumbling through the door at you. Was kinda embarrassing."
"Naw, it was sorta endearing." You didn't even have a moment to respond before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward the street. "C'mon, let's head out." He kept your wrist in his grasp as the two of you speedwalked across the road. You had been caught up staring at Jon's face rather than paying attention to the cars. He let go of you once you reached the other side. "Whew, let's fuckin' eat."
You walked up the stairs and unlocked the door to your apartment, letting you both in. Jon plopped down on the couch and instantly started ripping apart the wings he had bought. He looked up at you with full cheeks and patted the space next to him. You sat down somewhat guardedly, slurping at the slushy you got. As you both ate and drank your respective food and engaged in chitchat, it was easy to tell that sleepiness was becoming palpable. Your eyes kept fluttering closed as Jon would try to continue engaging in conversation. You had been sitting and talking for over an hour now.
"Y/N, you oughtta go to sleep." He snickered staring at you, his head in his hand. "I can tell you're exhausted."
Your eyes peeled open, dark circles encompassing them. "I guess I should. Fuck, I'm so tired. I'm sorry. I wanted to try and vibe a bit more but-"
"Go to bed. We'll have plenty of time to talk tomorrow. I just like your company, it's why I won't shut the fuck up." A sleepy smile plastered on his face. You groggily got up and made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth before passing out on your bed. Too tired to change out of your day clothes, but not too tired to unplug your alarm clock.
As the next couple days and weeks passed, you and Jonathan got to know each other better. Developing a friendship where you could be both serious when necessary, but poke fun at each other as well. You took space when you needed it but found that you both enjoyed each other's energy. Jon became more talkative as the days went on, and the two of you found it easy to intently listen to each other. He had told you about the band he was in and how they're working on their first album; even invited you to their next rehearsal. You were becoming somewhat close pretty fast. It'd been a bit difficult to continue suppressing the full on crush you developed on him throughout your time together. You kept covering it up by teasing and making fun of him in subtle, friendly ways. He did the same, but you assumed it was his way of being friendly.
In the midst of a pretty serious conversation about childhood and the lyricism behind the songs Jon had been working on with his bandmates; you ended up disclosing the fact that you're trans to him. You had gathered from multiple discussions and his experience with being perceived as queer that he wouldn't be distasteful about it. Fortunately, you were right. He found it to be very interesting and admirable. You were the first trans person he'd met. He was very open to being educated on the subject. Every now and then a new question will pop into his mind that he'll ask you; some a bit invasive, but all in a genuine attempt to better understand and sympathize with you. You came to learn he was a very open minded individual. After you came out to him, he insisted on giving you an almost uncomfortably long hug. Almost, but more than anything it was a very meaningful gesture. Ever since then, you found yourselves embracing and having sentimental moments a little more often. It was nice to finally have somebody to confide in about your personal life and vice versa. Friends, dates, socializing in general hadn't exactly been a tangible thing since you moved away from home.
At this point, it had been about a couple weeks since he had initially moved in. At the end of a very long workday, you had planned to head over to the Kwik Stop together and grab slushies. This time, on you. Work hadn't ended until 9:30, which left you getting back to the apartment around 10 PM. Jonathan was waiting eagerly when you got back. The moment you opened up the door, he sprung up from the couch and walked over to you. “Let’s get outta here!” He pushed past you, grabbing your wrist and tugging you along. He got into the habit of dragging you places by your wrist like that. You didn’t get the chance to even say hello, let alone change out of your work clothes.
After picking out your ridiculous sized slushies, you headed back to the apartment and finally had the opportunity to change into something more comfortable. You grabbed a random oversized t-shirt and pair of sweats from the dryer, swiftly throwing them on before exiting your room to join Jon on the couch. Looking up at him, you noticed a cheeky smile plastered on his face.
You sneered, raising an eyebrow. "What's your damage?"
"Nothing. You're just wearing my shit." He pointed a finger at you, still smirking. He proceeded to take an obnoxiously loud sip from his drink, not breaking eye contact. You looked down at the clothes you had mindlessly tossed on to find he was right.
"Oh, uh, shit. My bad. I thought-I didn't even realize. I'll go change real quick."
"You shouldn't. It looks good on you." He very obviously scanned you up and down. A hot blush spread rapidly across your face. You both locked eyes for a few silent moments before he spoke again. "You're turning red."
"Man shut the fuck up." You sputtered out, flustered and unable to hide the smile on your face. "That's gay as hell." You were never very good at accepting compliments.
"That ain't a problem with me." Jon snickered and bit his lip looking quite satisfied with himself. You plopped next to him on the couch and flipped the television on. Out of the corner of your eye while channel surfing, he was making it pretty apparent that he was gawking at you. You had your gaze fixated on the tv and tried to play it cool; despite your heartbeat growing louder in your ears. Jonathan interrupted your aimless search for something to watch by letting you know he had a VHS tape he wanted to show you. You hesitantly agreed as he sprung up and grabbed it from one of his bags, popping it into the player.
"It's called Cannibal Holocaust." He casually sat back down, a little closer to you then before.
"Jonathan, what the actual fuck are you making me watch right now?"
"Don't worry, it's all fake. Mostly. If you get scared, I'll protect you." He playfully patted your head and chuckled, turning his face towards the screen. Every time he touched you, whether it was a tiny tap, a hug, a fist bump, a gentle hand on your waist to get by you; it always made butterflies arise in your stomach. As the movie played on, you found yourself progressively more disturbed and unsettled. Every now and then, Jon would turn his head toward you to check your reactions. You thought it was pretty cute, but with him doing so, felt compelled to try and force a stone-faced expression. That was, until a particular scene involving a turtle shocked your system.
"OH SHIT!" You jumped in disgust and fear, spilling your giant, now melted slushie all over the couch. Jon couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"You fucking weirdo, where are you gonna sleep tonight now?" you snapped in a mildly annoyed tone. He wiped a tear from his eye from laughter, glancing down at the sticky mess.
"Damn... Guess I'll curl up on the floor?" He got up to go grab paper towels from the counter. You took a deep breath and got up to turn the VHS player off. You felt a little bad for raising your voice at him.
"Nah, nah. I'm sorry, that was totally my fault. You can sleep in my bed... I-I wouldn't mind."
He gladly accepted as you both proceeded to get ready to go to sleep. Brushing your teeth, setting up his one pillow and bracing yourself for what you hoped to be a casual, non awkward evening. He walked into your room from the bathroom with nothing but a pair of dramatically short, tattered boxers on. You couldn't help but gawk at his figure; he was so much hairier than you imagined. Almost made your mouth water. He excitedly crawled under the covers next to you and faced you, a cheesy grin on his face.
"Taking it to the next level now, are we?" He winked.
"You're dumb." You laughed tiredly. Your faces were inches away, causing you both to subtly turn red. "You've been acting so gay lately."
"Yeah yeah, haw haw, Imma fag... Can you blame me? We've been spending so much time together. I'm starting to like- well I dunno. Nevermind. We gotta sleep." He closed his eyes and began cartoonishly snoring. 'Honk shoo, honk shoo'. It made you snicker.
"No, you can't do that, Jon. Tell me what you were gonna say. I promise I won't be a douchebag about it." You inched closer, getting in his face. Your mutual sleepiness causing your walls to come down a bit. He opened one eye, lips curling into a smile seeing you so close to him.
"I don't wanna make things weird, Y/N. We're sleeping in the same bed tonight." The anticipation of waiting for him to say what you thought he was going to was killing you. You were both sweating. A brief stretch of silent thought ensued until you interjected.
"You have a crush on me or something?" You tried to keep a casual, somewhat playful tone, but your voice came out shaky. His eyes bulged a bit, looking away from you. He sighed dramatically.
"You know, I played that movie kinda hoping that you'd get scared and like, grab my hand or want me to put my arm around you or something. I didn't expect you to dump liquid diabetes all over the couch... and now we're laying in the same bed... and I feel more awkward about telling you this then I thought I would..." He trailed off hesitantly. You hadn't even realized you'd been holding your breath since he started talking.
"Just say it." You impatiently spat out. His eyes fixed back onto yours, both of you using the blanket to cover your faces from the nose down.
He laughed awkwardly; "Peer pressure... I think I've made it obvious enough, right?... I really like you. Like, I'm crushin' on you a fuckton. I think you're really fuckin' cute, Y/N." He almost whispered out. Your smile stretched across your face so wide that your eyes squinted almost completely. You saw the smile in his eyes as well, as you both remained stuck in each other's gazes. You couldn't come up with a response due to your surprise and the surgency of emotions. Time seemed to stretch on forever as you affectionately stared into one another's gazes. Jon hummed thoughtfully to himself, debating on whether or not to interject the silence.
"Can I kiss you?" Jon softly asked. You nodded your head enthusiastically, prompting him to scoot closer to you until your lips weren't even a centimeter apart. He placed a gentle hand on the side of your face and leaned in, placing a tender, somewhat quick kiss on your lips. You couldn't hold back your childish giggle.
"So I take it I didn't make things weird?" He chuckled, caressing your cheek with his thumb.
"No, no. I'm actually really happy you said something. I'm kinda surprised. I uh, I like you too. A lot. If that wasn't apparent... and yeah, I also think you're cute. Very cute." You made the bold, sleep deprived decision to move your hand onto his bare waist, making him slightly twitch in pleasant surprise.
"Careful now. You're gonna give me a boner."
"Man you're so fucking dumb." The both of you laughed as you gave him a light, playful slap on the cheek. The rest of the night was spent sprinkling soft kisses on each other's faces and lazily making out. The romantic tension that had been building finally burst with your mutual confessions. Jon kept trying to spoon you throughout the evening, but in your exhausted state, you couldn't help but toss and turn. Every now and then, you'd feel a kiss on the back of your neck, or his hand resting on your waist. You could tell already that touch was his love language. Before you finally fell asleep, you ended up having to accept your nightly fate of being swallowed up in his arms. His chest hair tickled the back of your neck as he kept you pressed up against him. It was a much safer and cozy feeling then you were expecting. You had never felt so comfortable with the touch of another person before. It was one of the most restful, satisfying nights' sleep you had since you could remember.
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