Practice Kissing (Larry Johnson x reader)
(I’m trying something new! This was originally a self-insert so my name might show up but if it does pls tell me so I can change it!)
“Uhh... Larry?” I called out to my friend who was sprawled out on the other side of his bed. He was sketching something in a smaller block of paper as Sanity’s Fall played on a low volume on his stereo since his mom was home. “Yeah?” He replied, ripping his eyes from the drawing in front of him and looking at me. “Could you teach me how to kiss?” I asked, feeling a bit embarrassed for asking. “W-what?” He blurted out in surprise, sitting up straight in his bed. “Yeah, well... I have this crush—“ I started, but Larry cut me off. “Who?” He asked and I felt my cheeks heat up. “That’s a secret, dummy. But anyway, I uh... I need to practice kissing because I have a feeling I might have a chance on this one so it’s best to practice with a good friend so I won’t disappoint him later, right?” I said and chuckled nervously. Larry had this weird mix of confusion and something like rage in his eyes. “Wouldn’t it be better if you practiced with him? I mean, if he’s not a dickhead he won’t mind if you’re bad at kissing.” Larry mumbled and looked away from me. “Larry, have you ever had sex or anything like that?” I asked and he made a strange expression at my question. “Pfft, yeah, of course! I’ve done all kinds of stuff with girls and other people. Lots of times.” He said and I wasn’t sure if I believed him. He was sounding like a 12 year old who had never seen anyone naked their whole life trying to brag. “Oh. Well, uhm... then you’re experienced, right? So you could teach me things. I really don’t want to disappoint my crush.” I mumbled. “I mean, if you don’t want to—“ I started but Larry cut me off by quickly moving closer to me and speaking. “I want to! Or I mean, uh—“ he blurted out and instantly regretted it, moving away slightly; trying to regain his cool. “...I could teach you stuff, yeah. If you want that.” He said and I noticed a faint blush starting to form on his face. “Oh, okay. Thanks. So... could you teach me how to properly kiss someone then?” I asked and he nodded determinedly. “Just, uh. Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you and see how you do.” He said and I obeyed, closing my eyes and parting my lips slightly. I waited for what felt like ages and was just about to open my eyes and ask him what was wrong when he practically slammed his lips against mine, causing me to let out a gasp. His lips moved a bit out of rhythm against mine and I started doing the same thing, getting into it fast and hoping I wasn’t screwing anything up. I placed my hands on Larry’s chest and he was quick to grab my waist and pull me closer, humming into the kiss. My lips felt electric and ticklish pressed up against his and it felt like something more than just kissing was bound to happen if we didn’t stop, so after a while I pulled away. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes again was Larry’s face; his lips still slightly parted from our kiss and his eyes half-closed. His cheeks were a deep red and I’m sure mine were just as red when he looked at me and sighed a quiet “fuck...”, his voice shaking.
We sat in silence and looked at each other for a while before I realized I had to ask him if I was good. “Was I—“ I started, getting cut off by him once more. “You were fucking incredible, (y/n).” He said and I couldn’t help but smile at his words. “I’m, uh— I’m sure your crush will think you’re a great kisser.” He said shortly after, trying to hide the sadness in his voice. Suddenly he stood up and walked over to his coat hanger, grabbing his hoodie and jacket off it and putting them on. “I’m gonna go out for a smoke, alright? I’ll be right back. Just... stay here or whatever.” He said and he was sounding even more sad now. Tell him (y/n)! my mind yelled at me. There weren’t any doubts about how Larry felt about me now, but I still hesitated. I didn’t want to ruin things.
After thinking and cursing at myself silently for a while, I finally decided to go out and talk to Larry. I didn’t have a jacket nearby so I just hoped it wouldn’t be that cold out and headed outside.
Larry was sitting right by the door, smoking a cigarette. He seemed to be deep in thought but snapped out of it when I mumbled a quiet hello and asked if I could sit next to him. “Sure, whatever,” he muttered and I took a seat next to him on the ground. It was colder than I had hoped and I couldn’t stop a shiver from moving through my body. Larry seemed to have noticed this, because right after I stopped shivering he took his jacket off and put it over my shoulders. I wrapped myself in the thick jacket and inhaled, taking in the scent of it. Cigarette smoke and something sweeter, maybe strawberries. A calming scent. “Hey, Larry.” I said, lighting my own cigarette. He grunted in response, urging me to keep talking. “You and my crush have a lot in common, yknow. He likes metal and art too and he has long hair and these gorgeous brown eyes...” I said, catching myself trail off a little. “And he’s a great kisser, too. Incredible, even.” I said and smiled. Larry looked at me for the first time since I joined him outside. “Didn’t you say you hadn’t kissed the guy?” He asked and I laughed. “What?” He asked, his voice sounding slightly angry. “You really don’t get it, do you?” I said between giggles, unable to keep myself from not laughing. “Get what?” He asked and this time he raised his voice more. “How many long-haired metalheads who are into art are there in this town, Larry?” I asked, hoping he’d finally get what I was trying to say. “I dunno... one?” He said and then he fell completely silent. “...wait.” He mumbled and his eyes started to widen. “Is your crush... me?” He asked finally and I nodded, the grin on my lips bigger than ever. “No way...” he said quietly and looked away from me, eyes wide and a big grin on his open mouth. He looked so cute in that moment I couldn’t help but grab his face in my hands and kiss him, careful not to burn him with my cigarette. He instinctively pulled me closer to him again and I could feel him smiling against my lips. Who would’ve thought that practicing kissing with your crush could make your heart so happy?