Make Us Play Forever? Conan Gray x Reader

I Want You To Need Me

"Nah- If you kicked me in the no-no square I'd probably say 'thank you, ma'am' because I'm just toxic like that~" he laughs, hopping off the bench, getting slightly closer. I laugh in reply with relief. It's nice that he understands, I guess. He takes brings his hands to mine, and clasps them warmly over mine. He stands between my knees now, and his eyes fill with an emotion that I can't quite place, "Are you okay with me standing here? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything."

"I like being close to you," I reply honestly, "But erm, I would appreciate a hug."

He chuckles softly, then wraps his arms around my shoulders, leaning in, his lips grazing my shoulder. It's only when he pulls apart that I register what just happened, blushing intensely. There's a brief moment of silence between us, but then he starts grooving a little to the music and I join in awkwardly. Do I Wanna Know? is playing, and he grabs his phone, turning it up. 

"I like being close to you too, y/n. I know we've only known each other for a little while now, but I like you... a lot. Believe me, I've tried not to, but I do. It feels like I've known you since kindergarten. You make me laugh and also die a little inside each time I see you. You're beautiful- in every way!" Cone mutters, but his words are clear, and I understand everything he says. I feel it too. 

"R-really?" I stutter, filled with disbelief. 

"Yeah. You're my muse, teddy bear. You should hear the new album so far. Literally every song that hasn't been released already is about you, or at least inspired by you. That song, Living Daylight? That's about you. Daniel was so keen to meet you because he knew that you are my muse. Same with Olivia, Doris and Jenna. In fact, I rarely get to catch up with some of the girls, you're pretty much all I talk about. Trust me, I've been called a simp more times than I've sat in my car crying while listening to Taylor Swift!"

"Woah," I joke nervously, "that... that's a lot. Damn." I shuffle on the countertop a little, accidentally nudging him closer toward me. He stumbles forward slightly, his body lightly pressing against mine

"Y/n," he whines quietly, and then his hand flies to his mouth, "Shoot! That came out wrong..." he mutters, deep red blooming on his cheeks again.

"I like you too," I blush up at him, and his lips part, "I'd like to kiss you again if that's alright with you?"

"I... no," he replies, and I frown, "No!" he protests, "not like that! I would love it if you kissed me, but I want to kiss you this time... if that's okay?"

I smile, on the verge of stupidly ugly-crying for no apparent reason, and nod. Moving even closer to me, he pulls my face closer to his, and my eyes flutter shut. He crashes his lips into mine, and his whole body melts into mine. It's as if nothing else in the world matters as we kiss, because the world could crash and burn around us but it wouldn't matter. All I need is him. Him in this moment. 

My hands pull him as close as possible and are firmly clasping his shirt at the small of his back. His lips part, and I gently stroke his tongue, testing the waters. He lets out a soft groan, and I continue. He tastes like the coffee that he drinks like water and the strawberry chapstick that he applies religiously. His lips are warm and soft, and from the way his body is buzzing, he's enjoying this as much as I am. He moves his hand to my thigh, but it knocks my, thankfully empty, glass over, clattering.

"Oops," he giggles against my mouth, "I better move that."

 He pulls back slightly, panting quietly.

"Y/n, baby, this may seem like a dumb question, but would you like to"

"Yes~" I sigh, loudly, cutting him off.

He chuckles with relief, picking up my glass and leaning over to put it in the sink. Then, he moves back towards me, kissing my nose gingerly before moving his lips down towards mine.

"You didn't let me finish," he mutters in a low tone against my lips, "I could've asked if you wanted to go murder a thousand innocent children!"

"Hmm, if we're doing it with your ex, Vecna, I'd definitely have said yes!" I reply wittily, a kick of confidence somehow swelling up inside of me.

"Hmm, pre-viney-lightning-struck-hottie-Vecna or Vecna-Vecna?" he raises his eyebrows as if it's the most serious question ever. 

"Ugh- both! So hot..." I giggle with exaggeration,

"Both?!" He scoffs, leaning into me.

"Hey! As Jamie himself would say, "If you can't have me at my Vecna, you don't deserve me at my 001." So there!"

"Heh," he giggles, his focus returning to my lips. His eyes stay there, and it's like he hovers closer with every second that goes by, "Well if Jamie says so..."

"Conan, do you wanna be my boyfriend?

"God yes~" he breathes, kissing me wildly again, as if can't help himself. I smile against him, kissing him back and wrapping my legs around his waist. 

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"- me reading the kiss scene for 'editing purposes' for the 69th time.

Luv y'all (yeehaw)