Sorry I haven't been posting lately, here's a one shot that I probably shouldn't be writing-
(I thought the song fit)
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I'm a sucker for John Laurens.

Hell, everyone is a sucker for John Laurens.

He's got the hottest body, and he's thick. Like, with three c's.

Thic-c-c.

And it's all natural, no plastic surgery, nothing.

And I've got a close chance with him.

Because I'm his best friend.

~~~

"I hate how people look at me, Lex.."

"Why? Everyone adores you!"

"Yeah. They adore me for my ass. You can't say it's not true."

I bit my lip. He's right.

"I mean, I just want people to look at me like I'm normal. Why was I cursed with Nicki Minaj's body!" He whined, flopping onto his couch.

I chuckled and got off the cushion I was resting on, leaning over the back of the couch instead.

"I think it's fine."

"Please don't tell me that was-"

"Oh it was totally a meme reference."

"Goddammit Hamilton."

I laughed and John joined, sitting up and crossing his legs. Honestly and truthfully, his butt looks great in that position. Damn, them thighs too..

"You're so dumb, Lex."

"Hey! Just because I like memes doesn't mean I'm dumb!"

John chuckled and shook his head, a suspicious gleam in his eye.

"That's not what I was talking about, Alex."

"What?"

John smirked at me.

"I got you too, huh~?"

"W-What..?"

"You said that out loud~.."

I could feel my face turn bright red in 0.1 seconds.

"I-I did?! I mean- uh- uhm-"

John placed a finger on my lips, snickering with a light blush on his face. I shut up instantly, each of us just staring into each other's eyes.

I panicked when he began leaning in, pulling away before he could reach my lips. He looked surprised.

"W-What's wrong?"

"Are.. are you.."

I sighed, biting my lip.

"A-Are you just messing with my heart..?"

John's eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his hands.

"N-No! Why would you ever think I would do something like that..? To you, especially..?!"

"What do you mean? I'm just a random dude you met in the hall, who got extremely clingy after you saved him from a few bullies! You didn't even notice me for a few years! Why would you ever.. like.. me?"

John went quiet and looked away. After a moment he hugged himself and got up. He turned to me and I saw a few tears making their way down his face.

"I'm sorry," He muttered, before walking to his room.

I was tempted to follow him, but I didn't, heading to my own separate room.

~~~

I guess I had fallen asleep because I woke up with a jolt at a loud yelp. I looked around lazily, shrugging it off and pulling the blankets back over me.

A scream of, "Help" echoed throughout the dorm, and I knew something was up. I scrambled out of my bed and ran out the door, hearing clangs and shuffling from Johns room.

I grabbed a cast-iron skillet from the kitchen and held it as if I was going to hit someone. I slowly opened his door and almost dropped the pan.

John was pinned to his bed, a hand clamped over his mouth and tears streaming down his face. I didn't recognize who was on top of him, but I knew their hand was groping his ass.

I took a deep breath and smacked them with the skillet, watching them black out and fall off of John.

John lay there for a moment, then closed his eyes, crying harder. I sighed and lifted him into my arms, carrying him to my room carefully. I rested him on my bed, the returned to his room.

I dragged the man outside our dorm door, slamming it behind me. I closed John's window, turning his lamp off and returning to my room.

John was sniffling and whimpering, sitting up against the wall behind my bed. I frowned slightly, crawling to the back with him and pulling him into my arms.

"Who was that, what did they trigger, and why did they trigger it?"

"T-That was my ex... Francis. He reminded me of... of when my dad raped me because of my body. He called me his, "little girl". Francis does the same thing."

John broke down, clutching my back and sobbing into my shoulder. I just let him cry, keeping a firm arm around him and thinking about what he said.

"Your father?"

"S-Sophomore year.."

My eyes widened.

"Isn't that when we met?"

"Yes. I only ignored you because I didn't trust anyone anymore.. I really did like you though, l-like... I really liked you.. but my dad always told me that being gay was a sin.. so... I pushed you away.."

"But what about-"

"Francis? He was wealthy, only offspring of some of the richest people in the world. If we joined forces, we were unstoppable. I didn't want a forced love... but I ended up falling for him anyway. Then he became cruel and abusive and I had to get away.."

John had cooled down at this point, his arms remaining tightly around me.

"That's pretty fucked up."

He nodded with a slight sniffle.

"Why did he come back?"

"Before he began touching me... he just told me that I.. I.."

He began crying again.

GREAT JOB A L E X.

"H-He said that I'm a s-slut and that I can never keep my ass to myself.. he said that he would t-take my body whenever he d-desired because he knew that I was a whore.. he told me he knew about what happened with my dad and that it happened with my consent.."

I felt John's breathing pick up pace, his cries echoing around the room.

"Hey, hey, it's okay.. I'll protect you, Jack. I promise."

"But I ruined everything.."

I cocked my head, pulling his face out of my neck gently and wiping his tears.

"What do you mean? You didn't ruin anything."

"I did! I ruined anything that could've happened between us.. I tried to kiss you and I knew you didn't really like me like that and oh god I'm such a fuck up.. maybe I am just a slut..."

My face went stern and I took a hard grip on his shoulders.

"Listen up, mister. You aren't a slut, and you never will be. Just because you've got a great body doesn't mean that you want sex 24/7. And you didn't make me lose any feeling for you yesterday, I just wasn't sure if you were the player type. So I declined."

I slowly moved a hand up to caress his cheek, his cheeks turning crimson.

"I would totally kiss you now, though.."

Our lips were millimeters apart, and John's breath hitched. He wrapped his arms around my neck and whispered against my lips, "Then do it, Lexi.."

That was a yes.

I closed my eyes and pressed my lips onto his, pulling him close and holding him by the waist. He kissed back, whimpering quietly into it. I pulled away slightly.

"You okay?"

"Y-Yeah.. your lips are really soft.."

I chuckled, pulling him into my lap. He squeaked, then giggled, a light pink dusting his cheek.

I bit my lip, praying that I wouldn't get a boner.

"C-Can I..?"

"Oh! You want to.. touch..?"

I flushed. He snickered and grabbed my hand, trailing it down his body and resting it on his ass. He smiled softly as I stared at him in absolute wonder.

This is nOT hAPpenINg-

John could tell I was embarrassed, so then he got embarrassed, and then it was all awkward, and it just got more awkward. His hand was still on mine, and I internally died when he squeezed my hand, which made me squeeze his butt.

He let out a breathy moan and I almost fainted. He let go of my hand slowly, placing it on my chest and looking back at me. I swooped down and kissed him again, adjusting my hand so it was back on his waist.

After we broke apart, John got off of me and laid down. I grinned and laid with him, spooning John and still trying not to get a boner.

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*dabs*

Love you guys💕