window boy • georgenotfound x oc

10 • mine

cw- slight sexual themes only for a little bit, nothing smutty or graphic i promise lmao
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George ended his stream after a couple of hours. He sat on his bed next to me after putting both earbuds away. His head rested on my shoulder and his lips placed a kiss on my cheek. "Did you like watching me stream?" He was incredibly adorable as he asked, almost childlike and wanting to impress me.

I nodded, "Mhm, I did. I had a lot of fun talking with you, Clay, and Nick." I kissed his forehead. "I'm gonna lay down if you wanna cuddle with me." I leaned back onto the bed after he lifted his head off of me. He laid beside me, his cheek resting on my upper chest.

"Of course I wanna cuddle with you. Can you play music or something in the background?" I nodded and picked up my phone, shuffling through apps to open SoundCloud. I tapped on my favourite playlist and turned my volume up to a decent level.

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Playing : Adulting - Beach Bunny

"This is my favourite band right now, I think." He nodded, smiling.

"I'm not sure why, but I didn't expect this from you." I laughed.

"Have you seen me? This is exactly what you should expect of me." He chuckled and kissed just under my jaw causing me to shift a bit. 'Don't you dare get turned on right now.'

"What?" George gave me a confused look.

"Hm?" I hummed, pretending to be oblivious to the fact that I totally just moved because he kissed my neck.

"Why'd you move?" I bit my lip as I tried to decide on what to say. "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, I just needed to get more comfortable." I thought I sounded convincing, but George definitely thought otherwise.

"Then why'd you hesitate?" He sat up, sitting with his legs criss-crossed.

I groaned. "Why'd you get up?"

"Because you're hiding something, now tell me." He chuckled as I sat up in defeat.

"You kissed my neck.." I mumbled my words, making them barely understandable.

He rolled his eyes at me. "Say it, clearly this time."

I sighed. "You kissed my neck." A wave of warmth came upon my face.

He chuckled and moved closer to me. "You mean like this?" He kissed the same spot again.

I exhaled slowly and nodded. "Stop it, you're.." I trailed off, unsure of whether I should say what I was thinking.

"I'm what, love?" He spoke in a teasing tone, making my entire body go weak.

"You're turning me on." He chuckled.

"Aw, sad. Because I'm leaving this right here." He then got up and left the room. 'Does he think he's a dom, suddenly?' I wanted to be annoyed, but honestly I just found him adorable. I chuckled and got up and went to go find him. I took my phone with me, pausing my music, and found him in the kitchen, looking through the fridge. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso.

"You're adorable when you think you're doing something," I talked lowly in his ear, kissing right behind it. He chuckled and closed the fridge. He turned to face me and kissed my lips, softly.

"You're adorable all the time." I giggled and rested my arms around his neck.

"I'd hope so." He nodded, sending me an 'mhm'. He leaned his forehead against mine. Our noses were almost touching, and I could feel his breath against my lips. "This feels so cheesy somehow." I smiled as he let out a chuckle.

"I know, but I absolutely love it." I kissed him again, this time holding it longer. His hands were on my waist and pulling me closer. I could feel him smile, causing me to do the same. He pulled away and bit my lip as he did so before letting go.

"Why are you so good at that?" He laughed and pushed my hair behind my ear.

"Good at what?" He asked, trying to get me to say what I was thinking.

"Good at giving me butterflies," I confessed. He chuckled.

"Maybe because I like giving my really pretty girlfriend butterflies?" I felt the warm feeling in my stomach again.

"Stop it, it makes me feel too happy to be normal," I said, chuckling along with him.

"No." He pulled back and leaned onto the fridge. "I was trying to find something to eat for dinner, are you hungry?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I can cook something." Now, don't get me wrong, I'm most definitely no chef, but I can most definitely cook a basic meal for two. I walked to George's pantry, seeing pasta. I pulled it out.

"You shouldn't have to cook at my apartment." I laughed and rolled my eyes.

"Who said I have to? I'm doing this because I want to." I set the pasta on the counter and looked back at his pantry again. I spotted a couple spices, but not what I needed. I saw a small box. 'Chicken bouillon? I can work with that.' I took it out and set it adjacent to the pasta. I took out the olive oil and went to his fridge.

"Whatever you say." He moved out of the way for me to open it, me doing so. I looked around. 'Pasta sauce, pasta sauce, pasta s- oh! There it is.' I took out the half empty jar and set it beside everything else.

"Okay, where are your pots?" He opened a cupboard, a bit too high for my 5'1" stature to reach, and pulled out a pot.

"Here you go, baby." He handed it to me, and I filled it with water using the sink. I put it on the stove, setting the heat on high. I sprinkled in some salt and waited for it to start boiling.

"Okay, let's give it a couple minutes to reach a good temperature." He chuckled and kissed my cheek.

"Look at you, being my little chef." I giggled and pecked his lips. "All mine," he said, the look in his eyes almost star-struck. I was too, though. I was head over heels for this guy who I met a week ago; for this guy that played video games with his friends on YouTube, for this guy that somehow knew everything about me but also had such a long way to go, for this guy that made me smile without even trying. I was head over heels for George.

"As long as you're all mine, too."