Please don't go, go // Reader x Conan Gray

Barely Keeping my Eyes Open

(Conan's POV)

I basically had to carry Y/N back into my apartment, she was so sleepy she nearly bit my head of when I tried to nudge her through the doorway, I never knew she turned into a whole different person when sleepy. A warning would have been nice.

Trying to gently nudge her towards the sofa I sighed, she refused to budge, "Y/N, darling, please lay down on the sofa. You can't sleep on the floor, no."

Slowly, she turned around and in her drunken tired state pulled my face closer to hers, "You called me darling?"

My cheeks a hot, hot red I nodded, regretting my decision now. But she didn't mind, she actually, uh, quite liked it apparently. Seeing as she'd shoved me against the wall and was now aggressively trying to bite my lips off, not that I was complaining... I didn't want to kiss her when she was drunk though, not if she wouldn't remember it, so I carefully pushed her away and softly spoke into her ear, "Y/N, I don't mind this, but not when you're drunk mk?"

I watched her groan dramatically and fall onto my chest, "Stuuuppiiiddd bottllleeeee." She then held her hands up like a toddler and demanded I carry her over to the sofa, because in her words, 'my legs hurt, be a man.' so now I was laying her gingerly down on the sofa and preparing to go to my own room when she called me back, "Conan..? Just... stay here, yeah? I hate waking up all by myself. It's the worst." 

Her words were still severely slurred and barely comprehendible but I shrugged and walked over to her, and slipping in beside her, I'd barely just lay down next to her when she wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled her head into my neck. Mumbling something about how she didn't even drink that much I watched her slip into a calm slumber, and my heart melted watching her facial features soften beautifully.

I stroked her head and traced patterns on her cheek, me myself falling into a deep sleep.

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(Y/N's POV)

I woke up and remembered everything, feeling for Conan I woke up to see him sitting beside me, obviously already up ages ago. Confused as to why he wasn't closer I stuck out a hand and tugged at his shirt, pulling him down to my level and smirking remembering what he'd said last night, "Guess who's not drunk?" I peeled open my eyes fully and got up, pulling his head into my hands and kissing him like he hadn't let me last night.

His hands slipped around my waist and he seemed like he was trying to ground himself and failing miserably, wondering if he was ok with this I pulled back very slightly, still against his lips I asked carefully, "This ok, Conan?"

I watched him, already breathless cock his head a millimetre and admit, "A little fast, but I can't stop myself either." I was going to say something about how we should slow down a little when he shook his head, "I think if you kiss me any slower it'll drive me insane, and I think I'm just not used to how nice it is. So if I may..." Me being flabbergasted and rooted to the spot, he pushed slightly forward and kissed me just as hard, maybe slightly harder. Pulling me in by the hips further, I felt him part his lips and mine parted with his, suppressing a shudder when his teeth bit down slightly on my bottom lip and another when he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He was being desperate and frantic but I felt like that too, all the unsaid things that we'd suppressed over the months came flooding out and I wrapped my arms around his neck content after a few minutes the continuous exploration of his mouth. He pulled back breathless and gasping for air, whilst me being a little more conducted stroked a thumb over his cheek.

He shook his head slightly and looked at me apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't even ask if you were ok with that, it's just- I've held myself back for so long, it's like all my self control's been used up, haha, mustn't have very much then." He smiled shyly and I wondered if I'd see that version of Conan very often, desperate and almost unapologetic. I sort of liked it, but only if it was from time to time.

I shook my head, "Pfft, you think I didn't enjoy that every bit as much as you did? I probably enjoyed that more, me being me." Winking I prepared to get up and offered Conan a hand but he was just looking at me, lost in his own thoughts, when he blurted out, "That kiss- in the backstage room- that was my first. Did you know?" I felt a guilty pang in my chest and sat back down, grabbing his hand, "Conan I'm so sorry, that must've been shit, but yeah that was my first kiss too. Crazy how we're so old and busted, but that was our first kiss, haha."

He shook his head furiously, "Y/N that was the best thing I'd ever experienced, it hurt like fuck sure, but in the moment it was... The best thing I'd ever felt...don't feel too bad about it." He lifted a hand and touched my cheek affectionately, and I felt myself melt into his touch and tried to forgive myself with what he said but I still felt a little guilty.

Shaking myself from it I asked him what the time was, without checking he recited, "5:58, which reminds me, I have a interview today at seven. I was starting to worry you wouldn't wake up by seven, you were knock out cold." 

I widened my eyes in shock, "Did you seriously just say 5:58? How long have I been asleep??? Christ, yeah you go get ready for your interview, I'll go get out of these clothes." Squeezing his hand I walked out and tried to find something of mine in his closet, "Conan?" I shouted to him, still in the living room having claimed he was 'already in his interview clothes', waiting a couple beats I walked out frustrated, "Conan, I have been looking for ten minutes for my blue sweate... Conan Lee Gray. Is that my jumper I see?"

He turned and batted his eyelashes at me all innocent, "Sweater? No, this is mine. I mean I did find it on the floor of my house when you left four months ago, I've become quite attached actually. It's mine, you don't get it now." Sticking out his tongue at me and then smiling at me warmly he carried on reading his book. 

Bringing my shoulders up and pointing my chin skyward I huffed, "Fine. If stealing clothes is ok for you to do, I'll take a page out of your book." Angrily, but not really angry, I stomped down to his room and opened the closet with newfound relish, which would I choose?

I already had my black jeans on the floor next to me from when I'd left them here, but I needed a jumper for it, and I picked three out, now deciding which one I'd keep. I looked around each of them I furrowed my brow, this was going to be hard, when I felt arms slip around me and Conan's head rested itself on my shoulder. 

"The green one's my favourite." he said into my neck.

Ah, green one it was, picking it up and wrangling it on I turned to him with outstretched hands. The sleeves were too big sure, and it went down to my bum, but it was mine now. He was never ever getting it back. He looked at me lovingly and opened his mouth to say something when his alarm went off at the same time mine buzzed on the nightstand, both of us quickly went to check, I had gotten a message.

Messages (1): Lou <3

oooo cliffhanger