(Smut Drabble) Bottom male reader who’s the son of a pastor. Your father takes in a boy, the son of a college buddy of his—to help teach him the right way of ‘God.’ If only he knew said boy was going to corrupt his only son.
Navarro Xuân Minh. His mother was from Vietnam while his father was from the Philippines. He had lived most of his life in Vietnam, away from any organized religion. His father had finally managed to persuade his mother to let Minh stay a summer in the Philippines.
Of course that meant his father wanted to (belatedly) try to instill some Catholic values into his son. Who was already twenty. Seemed utterly pointless. It was a little too late in your personal opinion but you didn’t say anything.
From the way Minh’s father described him, you expected a chain smoking delinquent. But when he arrived—he was relatively normal. He smoked and did have tattoos but he was nice… -ish.
When you first met him, you held out your hand, introducing yourself. “I’m (Name).”
Minh stared at your hand at first before grabbing. He squeezed it, eyes staring into yours as his lips pulled into a smirk. “Bạn là gu của mình.”
You were left confused. Especially because he said it so fast. If he had cussed you out at least you didn’t know. So you left it at that and moved about your business.
At first you assumed he probably didn’t speak Tagalog but then you came across him speaking it perfectly with your dad. Even perfect English. He was probably just messing with you then.
Anyway, your father took the whole “leading Minh to Christ” thing very seriously. Which made sense. He was particularly harsh with you when it came to never missing a day of church and attending every event he held. He simply held Minh to the same standard.
Minh however didn’t listen to your dad. At all really. He played nice. Meaning he never directly refused to your father’s face. His actions said everything. He showed up late to service—pushing the doors open that caused everyone to startle in their seats. Your father, mid sermon, only able to vaguely hide the twitch in his eyebrow as he continued on.
He didn’t pray. Didn’t even attempt to pretend that he would. Even at dinner when you, your mother and father said grace, Minh had already started eating. The first time it happened, your father was practically red in the face. You, however, stared at him in awe. Minh’s nonchalant disobedience was somehow more disruptive than if he was loud about it.
But it did upset you a little. Just a little. Mainly because you always had to deal with the consequences. Your father didn’t hit you or anything. Just ranted day and night whenever Minh wasn’t at the house. Listening to a pastor who was almost bald, yelling until he was red in the face, really,,, really wasn’t the best way to spend your time.
Though it wasn’t like you had anything outside of your family. It church, family, school, and photography. And even then most of your photography was used for church. Only a few times you were able to take pictures of things that you wanted.
Yesterday was one of those days. You were taking a few pictures of some stray cats that roamed around your neighborhood. Everyone fed them (mostly you and your mom) so they stayed in the area. It was a mom cat and six kittens. Your mom was still trying to trap the mom in order to spay her since she was a veterinarian.
You squatted down, taking a few close ups of the kittens playing around with each other. Your gaze focused solely on them when you noticed some water dripping down the driveway. You followed the source to see Minh standing beside a bucket of water.
His shirt was off. Drenched in water. He rung the shirt out, water dripping onto his sneakers. You blinked. It wasn’t like you haven’t seen shirtless boys before. Dudes play basketball shirtless all the time in your neighborhood. But somehow seeing Minh shirtless felt different.
The sweat dripping off his body. Bangs sticking to his forehead. He was wearing jeans despite the heat. It hung low on his waist. Giving a peak to his boxers. You didn’t realize what you were doing until you heard the familiar click of the camera. Your eyes widened as you quickly looked down at the kittens and took some more pictures of them.
A few days passed before you checked your camera. It was mostly filled with kittens before you came across the one picture you took of Minh. You gulped at the sight. The photo was hardly anything sensual but for you, it was a lot.
Sex wasn’t completely taboo. Your father did teach you about sex. Birds and bees. All that jazz so you weren’t dumb. But he never said sexual desires were particularly right. It happens but it should be fought against. Only if you had a partner.
And you were certainly not supposed to feel anything towards another man.
And you masturbated that night to the picture of Minh.
You were embarrassed. Heavily so. It was hard to even look at Minh after what you did. But you thought you were going to be able to hide it. You were quite naive to think so. Minh read you like an open book. The first day you couldn’t look him in the eye, it was like he instantly knew.
Every night you masturbated to his picture. It had gotten to the point that Minh being near you made you tense. Not a bad tense. A tense in which your body felt… arousal. Which was a first. Really you thought you were broken. Never before did anything ever catch your attention.
So you were into men apparently.
The new information practically killed you. There was no way your dad was going to be okay with it. Deciding that all you can really do is simply bury these feelings—Minh was only going to stay for the summer. You can survive the rest of the summer.
However you weren’t lucky at all.
The night you were ready to delete the photo and attempt to start a new—you found Minh in your bedroom. He sat on your bed, your camera in his hand, as he hummed to himself.
“(Name),” he said, his eyes looking up at you. “This is a good picture, why didn’t you share it with me?” A wide cruel smirk on his face.
“Minh, don’t…” you closed your bedroom door behind yourself. Eyes wide. “I’m sorry, that picture is… I was going to delete it. I swear.”
“Really? But it’s been in your camera roll for… oh, three weeks now.” Minh let out a laugh. “Does it take that long to delete a singular picture?”
You could only frown. There was no defending yourself.
Minh hummed. He placed your camera on the nightstand near your bed. He stood up, walking over to you. Your body moved back when he reached you. Back hitting the bedroom door. You were scared. A thousand thoughts flooding your head. Was he going to tell your dad? What would your dad do if he found out? You were screwed.
Only for Minh to grab your hand. You could only watch as he placed your hand right on his abs, lifting his shirt up with his free hand. His skin was warm. Almost hot to the touch. You’ve never touched another dude before. At least not right here. This wasn’t a simple touch.
His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke, “the real thing is better, no?” Your breathing stuttered. You should’ve pulled away. Pushed him away. But you greedily began to touch his body. Hand slowly trailing down his lower stomach. Stopping right above his jeans.
“How far do you wanna go?”
Minh leaned down slightly, his nose brushing against yours. He released his hold on your hand—allowing you to do whatever you pleased. His hand reached up and grabbed the back of your head. The tight grip holding you still. But it wasn’t like you wanted to move away.
“If you don’t pull away now, I’m not stopping.”
He kissed you hungrily. Hands gripping at your body. Minh pulled you close against him, not giving you a chance to pull away. You didn’t know what to do. He was your first kiss after all. All you could really do was relinquish control and let him kiss you.
You lost yourself in the kiss. Following him as he guided you to lay down on the couch. His hands fiddled with your shorts, tugging them off without hesitation. You pulled away from the kiss and tried to cover your lower half just as he attempted to pull off your boxers.
Minh only grinned. “I already said I wasn’t going to stop once I started.” He said, pushing away your hands. “Masturbating all by yourself is no fun. Especially when you had me right next door.” His hand gripped your boxers, your hips twitching. Slowly, he began pulling it down. You watched with a bated breath…
When your bedroom door opened.
And your mother was staring at you both in shock.
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