be my baby ; jk

17.

17 | 𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗬

After a good forty-five minutes, literally cleaning Jean as if he was a baby, helping him wash his hair and body and after a good singing concert in the shower, you both got out and dried yourselves.

"Wait, so where did Connie want to link again?" he asked, as he was roughly drying his hair with the towel as another one was wrapped around his torso. You just got out, basically already seen him naked, but the way the towel was low enough for his v-line to show, made you weak all over again.

"Uh, actually at yours. I suppose he has your keys or something?" you snapped out of your thoughts, wrapping a towel around your head.

"Yeah, we live together."

Your eyes widened and you looked at him through the mirror. "Huh? I didn't know that?"

"Well, you never asked, bozo," he snorted, pinching your cheek like always. What was up with that?

"Good to know I guess..." you sighed, starting to brush your teeth. He looked at you, watching you, which made you hold back a laugh. "You can use mine if that doesn't gross you out?" you offered, your mouth full with toothpaste.

He scoffed. "Why the fuck would I be grossed out? My tongue was already all inside you, both mouth and-"

"Alrighttt, big boy, I understand," you cut him off, pulling your hand back down from over his mouth.

He chuckled, sneaking up behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. "Thank you," he said, snuggling his face into your neck, taking in your scent and leaving small kisses.

"For what?" you chuckled, your hands reaching his.

"For today. I had a great time," he mumbled through your neck, the vibration of his voice tickling you.

"That was nothing, wait for later," you confirmed, escaping from his grip to turn around to face him.  Going on your tippy-toes to reach his face, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down.

"Later? What's later?" he asked, a grin on his face as he looked down at your lips.

"Can't say. Just a little something I planned for the night."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, oh," you chuckled. Looking at each other for a second, he reached down to connect your lips with his. Just a small little peck. Maybe more than that, but still.

"Okay," you broke the kiss taking a few steps back and grabbing his hand.

"Now help me with what to wear."

Another hour had passed and you both were starting to get ready. Since his clothes were at his and he didn't have any other clothes, you gave him your most oversized zip-up hoodie, which fitted him eventually.

"Brown looks good on you," you chuckled, looking at him through your vanity mirror.

"Yeah? Thanks," he smiled. He sat on your bed, watching you put on your makeup. You didn't understand why, but he found it so fascinating and interesting.

"Do my eyeliner."

"Huh?" you turned around to face him.

"Yes," he said, tapping on to the bed, signaling you to come over towards him.