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honeybadgerwritings · 2 years

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Bandana And The Bracelet

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Requested: OMG OKAY i was thinking about what to request for eddie or steve because i read your elevator fic and fell in love instantly. Would you write a 4 + 1 concept for eddie? I just love those! Maybe with a popular!reader? And i know some people are tired of that but i just adore some opposites attract shit lmao

Um if you want an idea: the 4 times reader ignored him and the 1 time she/they didn't. If you don't have time to write right now or that just doesn't give you any inspiration i totally understand! Lots of love 💕💕💕💕💕💕

Warnings: Heavy Mentions of Abuse and Violence, Blood, Angst, Panic Attack, Drug Usage, Arguments, Insults, My Overuse of Italics (Please let me know if I missed any!!!)

A/N: Haha decided to do a 5+1 instead, I decided to give Andy the most basic last name I could think of, because I don’t think he has one.

ALSO PLEASE DON’T MURDER ME FOR HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO GET THIS FIC OUT!!! ITS BEEN A ROUGH MONTH AND A HALF!

Summary: 5 times you ignored Eddie + the 1 time you didn’t.

For the sake of this fic, You, Eddie, Chrissy, Robin, Andy, and Jason are all in senior year. Steve one year older and graduated.

Not Edited

(Will get it done ASAP)

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1. The Tickle Fight

An ensemble of heavy metal echoes in your ears as Jawbreaker by Judas Priest blasts throughout the Munson trailer. You huff in frustration, flipping over the chair cushion in the living room as you look for your green bracelet. Eddie is proving himself to be absolutely useless as he leans against the wall, watching you scramble around, desperate to find it. He smirks to himself as you do so, feeling it sit in his back pocket. You huff in frustration, wiping sweat from your brow as you look up at him.

“Are you gonna help me or just sit there?” You sass, placing a hand on your hip. He raises an eyebrow at you,

“Actually I’m pretty content over here.”

You groan, throwing the cushion at him. You hope it catches him off guard and hits him in the face, but you’re not so lucky as he snatches it, tossing it in his hands.

“Easy tiger,” he laughs, watching as you slowly become more and more frustrated. “Why do you need it so badly anyways?”

A sigh leaves your lips as you rub your arm, fingers fiddling with a button on your denim jacket, and your eyes are fixated on the floorboards. Eddie’s eyebrows furrow as he watches you become flustered all of a sudden, almost like you’re embarrassed to tell him.

“Hey,” he bends down to meet your gaze, and you’ll be damned if you ever admit that his pretty eyes make your stomach do flips, and your heart beat faster, “What is it sweetheart?”

“It’s just-” the pet name makes your brain sputter for a moment and you bite your inner cheek. You know he’s definitely about to judge you for your next words, “We start Sophomore year tomorrow and I wanna look good. The bracelet is the only thing I have that matches the outfit I picked.”

You can tell by his reaction that he’s confused, so you elaborate before he can get any words out, “If I dress nice maybe I can get in with some of the popular girls. You know, like Chrissy and Rebecca…. and then it might be easier for me to join the cheer team.”

His mouth drops open in pure shock as you stand there before him. Your eyes meet the ground once again as you fiddle with the hem of your jacket nervously. The silence is only broken once his laugh cuts through the air, and you look up at him in surprise. His head is thrown back as he clutches the cushion in his grip, having to lean back into the wall to support himself.

You frown, a pout forming on your lips as you cross your arms and glare at him, “What’s so funny about that?”

He shakes his head, huffing out a few more laughs as he tries to calm himself down. He bends over in an attempt to catch his breath, which allows you to spot the bracelet dangling from his back pocket. You grin at that, figuring that he’d taken it, but you had to be sure first. He stands back up as the last of his chuckles escape him.

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry I….” He huffs out, smiling, “You just looked like a kicked puppy. Like I was going to be upset with you over that.” Now it’s your turn to be confused.

“But I thought you hate the cheer team. You always make fun of them.”

“Ah ah ah,” he corrects you, “I make fun of their boyfriends, who are all douche bags to me. I think you’d be a great cheerleader sweetheart.”

You smile bashfully and he smirks as your cheeks grow pink.

“In fact, I have something that might even match better.” You raise an eyebrow at him as he makes his way into his room. He comes back, a green bandana in hand. He gestures for you to hold out your wrist and you do so, letting him tie it neatly. You can’t help but grin as you watch him, admiring the fact that his tongue is sticking out as he focuses.

“See? Perfect.” He stands up, a proud smile on his face, “Much better than any old bracelet.”

Your heart feels like it’s grown three sizes. What the hell is happening to you?

You roll your eyes, and lean in, making it seem like you’re just going to hug him. Instead, you dodge his outstretched arms and attempt to snatch the bracelet from his back pocket. He jumps out of the way, taking a few steps back as he giggles like a little school girl.

“You thief! I knew you had it!”

He rolls his eyes at you, crossing his arms, “You absolutely did not.”

“Did too!”

He sticks his tongue out at you, “Did not.”

You jab him in the stomach, emitting a surprised squeal from him as he tries to get away. If there’s one weakness you know Eddie Munson has, it’s that he’s incredibly ticklish.

He tries to push you away from him, but he fails, toppling over onto his back. You crawl on top of him, continuing to dig your fingers into his sides, his stomach and his neck. Laughs and squeals leave his lips in between his desperate pleas for you to stop,

“Pl-please stop! I’m sorry! I-I’m sorry!” He giggles, attempting to push you off of him. You just laugh, ignoring him and continuing your attack, his protests being drowned out by Judas Priest.

You may have never gotten your bracelet back, but at least you got to keep the bandana.

2. The Actual Fight

It’s cold. And rainy. And dark.

Which means that the last place you want to be right now is upset and waiting outside your best friends trailer in your cheer uniform. It’s currently the middle of October and you had your first ever pep rally as a cheerleader tonight. You had been so excited, spending hours practicing the different routines that you were supposed to do.

The night had gone great too. You’d remembered every single move and routine without messing up once, and you had so much fun while doing it. Until you realized someone was missing in the crowd.

Eddie.

Your feelings had only grown for him in recent months. Developing from a simply crush, to you being absolutely giddy any time his name was mentioned. He’d been super excited to watch you perform too, promising you over and over again for weeks that he would be there tonight.

“How could I miss my favorite girl doing something she loves?” He’d said to you.

I don’t know Eddie, but apparently you could.

He was also supposed to be your ride home, but since he never showed up you had to hitch a ride with Chrissy back to your house. You didn’t mind that though, she’s actually very sweet and had spent a lot of time helping you practice the different routines. She’s a good friend to you.

You had thanked her after she dropped you off and watched her car pull away before turning to head inside. You didn’t even make it to the front door before your mind wandered to Eddie. Maybe there was a reason he hadn’t shown up to the pep rally. Maybe he was sick… or hurt. You couldn’t bear not at least checking up on him.

So you grabbed your bike and began the 3 mile trek to the trailer park.

Now here you are, standing in the trickling rain and banging on door of the Munson residence with your fist. Part of you hopes that there’s something actually wrong with him. Because if he ditched you for no reason, you’re going to be pissed.

“Jesus Christ- I’m coming!” His voice is muffled through the metal walls before the door flies open, revealing a very disheveled, very high, Eddie Munson. Your heart sinks in disappointment as his eyebrows furrow in confusion at the sight of you.

“Sweetheart? What are you doing here?” He asks, reeking of weed. You take a step back shaking your head in disappointment. The pet name doesn’t have the same affect on you that it normally does; this time it physically hurts to hear.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He’s confused, you can tell, “You were supposed to be there tonight Eddie.” He shakes his head, still lost. You sigh, clearly aggravated as you gesture to your cheer outfit. A look of recognition fills his eyes and you expect him to feel bad, falling to his knees and beg you for forgiveness like his dramatic self normally would.

He doesn’t even flinch.

“Okay?”

But you do.

“Okay? What do you mean okay? You promised me that you would be there. And what- you ditched me to get high?” You ask incredulously. He opens his mouth to respond before one of the doors behind him creaks open and a sickeningly sweet voice fills the air,

“Eddie can you tell the cheerleader to hurry it up please?”

Oh.

You flinch again, just now noticing how his pants are on completely backwards and there’s remnants of lipstick on his cheek. Oh my god. He had completely ditched you for another girl. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel like a stab to the heart; a jealous rage filling you.

“Yeah baby, I’ll be there in just a minute.” Eddie calls back and you scowl. So that’s it? Mystery girl is “baby,” but you’ve been downgraded to just “the cheerleader” to him?

You can’t help but scoff as you hear her shut the door behind her. Eddie watches carefully as your eyes fill with rage, becoming slightly irritated himself.

“The cheerleader?” You ask, and he shrugs.

“Well, you are one aren’t you?” He snaps back. You take another step back at his tone, never having heard him speak like that towards you.

“Yeah I am…. I thought that wasn’t a problem for you.” You mumble, head hanging low at this point. You hear him huff, and tears start to brim your eyes.

“It’s not. You’re the one making it a problem.” His nonchalant attitude causes you to snap,

“You were supposed to be there! You told me over and over again for weeks about how excited you were to see me perform! And then- what- you ditched me to get high and sleep with some girl? Do you even know her?”

He’s angry now, opening his mouth to yell, but you cut him off again, “You know what? I don’t even care about her at this point. You were my ride home too Eddie, and you weren’t there. Best friends don’t do that kind of shit to each other.”

It’s like he ignores almost everything you had just said.

“Well you made it home just fine didn’t you?” He asks bitterly.

“No thanks to you, asshole.” His eyes widen in surprise at your words. You had hardly ever cussed around him, let alone at him. A mix of both guilt and dread begin to sink in as he realizes the full extent of your anger,

“Listen, you came at a bad time and-”

The tears begin to fall down your cheeks as you grab your bike, hopping on. You wish it were you he’d been so quick to defend. You wish it were you he was spending his night with. You wish it were you in that trailer instead of some random girl.

“Yeah I can see that. But you don’t have to worry about that happening again, I won’t be coming around anymore.” You begin to peddle off, needing to be away from him. His face falls as he watches you,

“C’mon don’t be like that!” He calls,

“Sweetheart please…” he tries again. But you don’t turn around. You don’t even acknowledge him as you bike off into the night, your tears mixing with the rain as they soak your cheeks.

3. The Band Practice

The rest of the year had gone by in a flash and it was now Summer in Hawkins once again. Your sophomore year had been great to be honest. You’d gotten solid grades, passed your drivers test, and made plenty of new friends from the cheer squad, and while they could definitely be pretty mean and judgmental, they were better than nothing.

Except Chrissy though, she’s an absolute saint. She’s there for you and always seems to know what to say. She’s heard about what happened between you and Eddie about a million times, and while she doesn’t agree with his behavior, she thinks you should try to talk to him.

That’s one of the only pieces of advice that you haven’t taken from her. You know that her heart’s in the right place but… you just can’t. It’s too late at this point.

But that’s okay, because she’s been avoiding the advice you’ve given to her for months. You’ve told her to dump Jason about fifty times by now and she just won’t, even though she thinks he’s a total douche bag. Either way she’s a sweetheart to you, and an amazing friend.

Just like Eddie was. The thought lingers in the back of your mind.

You shake your head, trying to will away your thoughts. As much as you hate to admit it, you really do miss Eddie. The two of you had been best friends for almost a decade, but after that night you never spoke again. It definitely hurt, cutting out his friendship cold turkey. It was just some stupid fight, and honestly you had expected him to be apologizing by Monday night so the two of you could celebrate your monthly watching of ‘The Thing.’

But you guess he took what you had said to heart.

“I won’t be coming around anymore.”

Even though he had been completely in the wrong that night, you still regretted your choice of words. Maybe you’d still be friends with him. Maybe you’d still be able to show up at his trailer at midnight with your problems.

Maybe you wouldn’t have an overwhelming feeling of dread as you stare at him playing his guitar in Gareth’s garage.

You’d been on a run, trying to get back into shape for cheerleading. It‘s supposed to start up along with school in about a month, and you decided it was better to be prepared instead of feeling exhausted at the end of every practice, like the year prior.

While you had been busy with your new popular friends, Eddie had also been quite busy. He’d reformed his old band from middle school, keeping the name corroded coffin, and he’d started a D&D club called Hellfire. He runs it with his buddies Jeff, Mick, and Gareth, and honestly, he seems happier with them. Happier without you.

Gareth’s house has always been on your typical running route, but their band practices have never overlapped with your usual runs. Until now at least. You’d stopped in your tracks completely in the absolute worst spot too.

At the end of the fucking driveway. Right in their line of sight.

You can’t take your eyes off of Eddie though. He’s definitely grown another inch or two taller, and his hair has gotten longer. He wears rings on his fingers now, and he’s no longer wearing his old, worn out black shoes, but instead crisp, new, white ones.

He looks good. Like really good.

It isn’t until the song they’re playing ends and he looks up that you even realize you’re staring.

He’s surprised to see you of course, you’d be surprised too. But then his eyes light up and he gives you a wave. You can’t help but give him a small smile, shyly returning the wave. He cracks a smile and you blush. God you miss this boy.

You watch as he holds up a finger to you as if to say, “one second,” before he turns to the other boys.

You realize what he’s doing and immediately panic. He’s going to come up to you. He’s going to talk to you. Your fight or flight instincts kick in, flight immediately winning as you turn your heel and continue your run, leaving Eddie behind once again.

Eddie turns around after setting his guitar down, only to find that you’re gone. He peeks his head around the corner of the garage and watches as you run down the street, away from him.

A sense of deja vu washes over him from the night your friendship had ended and he sighs, masking the disappointment from his face before picking up the guitar and plastering on a fake smile.

“Alright, where were we?”

4. The Parking Lot

Senior year hits you like a bus. Your years of mischief and dark clothing have been put behind you, and you’re now one of the Hawkins High, “It girls.”

You’ve been named Co-Captain of the cheer squad alongside Chrissy, who is the Captain, you’re constantly making appearances at parties and many other social events, you’re in the running for homecoming Queen, and you’re even dating Andy Johnson, one of the star varsity basketball players.

From the outside, most people would say that your life is great. But in reality, you’re drowning.

The constant partying, drinking, and socializing is way too much for you. Keeping up the stereotypical “good girl who always dresses up” image you’ve created for yourself has caused you to have so many breakdowns that you’ve lost count of them all.

And spending hours at night just to figure out what you’re going to wear the next day, then going to school with eye bags and a forced smile? It’s exhausting. And it’s not like your parents are ever around to help you, with how “devoted to their work” they are.

“Honey it’s nothing personal.” Your mom had said over the phone for the last three birthdays, “Your father and I have work to do. Go hang out with your friends today.”

It was bullshit. Your whole life had become a stupid pile of bullshit, and you were left to deal with it alone.

All while trying to keep your shithead of a boyfriend happy.

It’s wearing you down to bone. These days you look in the mirror and don’t even recognize yourself. You never used to care what other people thought of you, but when the other cheerleaders are constantly judging your outfits, your makeup, and your attitude?

It doesn’t matter how many times Chrissy tells you to ignore them, it still gets to you, and she’s the only one who can see that.

Well, and Eddie of course.

He’s kept his distance for over the last year and a half, taking the hint you gave him that day at his band practice. But that doesn’t mean he stopped keeping an eye on you. He watched from afar as you slowly climbed the social ladder, becoming extremely popular within only a few months.

At first he was happy for you, even if it hurt, he was still happy that you had moved on and made something better for yourself. And then he started to notice it.

The way you slouch over in class, eyes slowly drooping shut until you’re called on by a teacher. The way you force your smile while talking to the other cheerleaders. The way you always fiddle with your clothing or your hair, nervous that somethings fallen out of place.

The way you seem completely uncomfortable around your asshole boyfriend.

He can tell that you’re close to your breaking point, as he’s seen you burst at the seams before, but he doesn’t want to overstep the line you’ve so adamantly drawn out between the two of you.

So he stays away. Close enough to where he’s there if you ever need him, and far enough that you’re not bothered.

Little does he know, you’d never be bothered by him. You miss him so much that it physically hurts. But you’re stuck in this façade, fearful of what might happen if you break out of it.

You’re ashamed of how often you lay in bed and wish that things had gone differently that night. That maybe you could’ve given him a chance to explain, or even come by the next day and communicated your frustrations. But no, you had to let your anger get in the way and fuck it all up. It was just a stupid pep rally after all, and it’s pretty much ruined your life. It was just the shove you needed to be sent spiraling down the rabbit hole. You’ve dug yourself a hole six feet deep, with no way to crawl out.

Which is why you’re here now, after school, dragging your feet along as you trudge to Chrissy’s car. Cheer practice had been cancelled for the day so you actually have time to do your homework, pick out a cute outfit for tomorrow, and pass out completely.

You can’t help but sigh happily as you daydream about your bed. However, your blissful thoughts are rudely interrupted by a string of insults flying through the air. You whip your head around to find the last thing you wanted to see,

“You think you’re tough shit freak? You think you can stalk my girlfriend and get away with it?”

Andy and Jason have Eddie cornered.

You know that they like to pick on him from time to time, but Eddie can most certainly hold his own, and it’s never gotten physical. Andy’s violence was usually just reserved for you. Until now.

Jason throws the first punch, hitting Eddie square in the jaw.

Eddie’s always been a good fighter, but not when it’s two against one. That’s just unfair.

His head whips back but he recovers quickly, throwing a punch of his own. A sickening crack fills the air as his fist connects with Jason’s nose. You mentally cheer as you witness Jason stumble backwards, only to watch in horror as Eddie’s punched in the cheek by none other than your boyfriend. Another punch is thrown into his gut and he falls to his knees, taking punches and kicks from both boys.

Your immediate gut instinct is to run over there and defend Eddie, and you almost do, but about five steps in, your body forces itself to stop, as you see Andy with his raised fist. You’re paralyzed with fear.

You’ve experienced his hits before, and you’re absolutely petrified of him. The hundreds of dollars worth of foundation and concealer you’ve gone through are enough proof for you to realize that you can’t do anything to stop this.

Eddie’s eyes meet yours through the chaos and his eyes can’t help but soften as he watches the tears trickle down your cheeks. Even as he’s being beaten to hell, all he can worry about is you. You can’t force yourself to keep watching though, turning away from the scene, doing your best to drown it out, to ignore it.

Soon enough you have arms wrapped around you and you’re being pulled into someone’s chest. You catch a whiff of perfume as you try to breathe, recognizing the signature floral scent anywhere.

Chrissy.

“JASON THAT’S ENOUGH!” She rages and you tremble harder in her arms, never having heard her sound so angry.

Silence ensues after that, Jason and Andy ceasing their attack on poor Eddie. They realize that a crowd has now gathered, witnessing everything that had just gone down. Chrissy holds you tight, gently shushing your cries as teachers begin to push their way through everyone.

“It’s okay…it’s okay it’s over. He’s alright.”

You nod your head shakily against her chest, titling it to the side to catch a glimpse of another student helping Eddie up. He’s beaten up pretty bad, but all he can focus on is you. The two of you hold eye contact for a moment before your lip starts to wobble. You manage to mouth an apology to him before your view is cut off by a very angry Andy, who’s currently marching towards you.

He grabs you by the wrist as he walks by, practically yanking you from Chrissy’s arms and dragging you with him.

“Ow! Andy-”

“Shut the fuck up and let’s go.” He practically growls, dragging you towards his truck.

“Actually Andy…” Chrissy’s voice cuts through the air like a knife. The girl who usually sounds so sweet, now sounds like she could bite Andy’s head off, “Her and I were going to study tonight. So I suggest you let her go.”

Andy stops in his tracks and you almost crash into him. He turns to glare at Chrissy, only to realize just how many people are staring at him right now. He huffs out an aggravated breath before releasing his tight grip on your wrist.

“Of course.” He smiles bitterly, his voice sickeningly sweet, “She’s all yours.” He bends down to your ear,

“Don’t think for one second I’m gonna fucking forget about this. Next time I see you, we’re gonna have a little talk.” He whispers, his tone ever threatening. You don’t even know what you did wrong, but you’re too petrified to ask. He places a kiss to your temple for show, before pushing you away from him. You stumble back into Chrissy’s arms and she holds you tight once again in an attempt to calm your trembling self.

“Chrissy I-” you hear Jason attempt to explain himself.

“Don’t. Just fucking don’t, Jason. Go home.” She hisses at him. You can’t see but you can only imagine how he’s solemnly hanging his head right now, walking back to his car like a kicked puppy. It takes Chrissy a moment to notice that the crowd is still gathered, witnessing this whole interaction.

“Cmon, let’s go to my car.” She ushers, gently.

You nod, trailing behind her as she leads you by the hand. When the two of you are finally settled inside, you take a moment to process everything that’s gone down in the last 10 minutes. Chrissy watches you carefully, keeping a hand on your shoulder as your hands slowly begin to stop trembling and you take a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” She asks you, tone full of concern. You shake your head, wondering where the hell everything in your life had gone so wrong.

“Did he see any of that?” You ask, knowing she’ll understand what you’re referring to. She shakes her head,

“I don’t think so. He was limping away by the time Andy grabbed you.” You sigh in relief and she bites her lip in contemplation, “Why do you stay with him?” She whispers.

You think about it for a moment. Remembering back to the earlier days of your relationship. You had thought he was cute, and sweet, and funny. And when he had finally asked you out, you were over the moon, never having been in a relationship before. But then he changed. He stopped being sweet, and started begging for sex, getting angry every time you told him that you weren’t ready. By the time you were, you’d found out that he’d been sleeping with other girls. So many other girls. The first time you tried to confront him about it was the first time he hit you.

That was the last time you had any complaints. But it definitely wasn’t the last of the abuse.

The two of you have been together for show for the last nine months. He doesn’t kiss you, he doesn’t show you affection, and he doesn’t touch you. Yet, he refuses to break it off, even though when the two of you are alone he’s nothing but scary. You’re terrified of what he’ll do if you try to break up with him again.

You think back to last month, when the two of you stood in the Family Video parking lot as you tried to end things with him. He’d backhanded you across the face right then and there. The only thing that saved you that day was a very angry Steve Harrington who had marched up to Andy in his uniform and practically thrown him off of the property.

You and Steve had talked occasionally before, mainly through Eddie and Robin who’re both technically mutual friends. The two of you had always bonded over your feelings of loneliness within your families. You’d confided in him that day, telling him every last detail about what had been going on with you lately, while you cried in his arms. You were begging him not to tell Eddie anything, and he agreed, reluctantly, but he agreed.

As long as you stayed away from Andy of course.

You knew you couldn’t keep that promise though. He’d be back, and Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington couldn’t protect you forever. So you lied through your teeth, convincing him you’d be done with your boyfriend for good. And since he isn’t in high school anymore, you hoped it be a lot easier to hide it from him.

But by the next Monday, you and Andy were officially back on as a couple. Holding hands in the high school hallways had never felt so draining, especially since there was a large purple bruise on your cheek that had been doused in concealer.

You shrug your shoulders, sniffling, “He’ll hurt me if I try to leave him again.”

She stays silent for a moment, pondering what she can do to help you before she reaches back behind her seat. You do your best to wipe your face of any tears before she places something in your lap.

A first aid kit.

“What-” she cuts you off,

“I saw him go back behind the football field. Probably to that old picnic bench he deals at.” She looks at you sadly, but you shake your head.

“No…no I can’t. There’s no way he’d even want me to-” she grips your shoulders gently, turning you towards her with a small smile.

“You’ve been putting this off for way too long. I’ve seen the way he looks at you…the way he looked at you just now. Even when he was bleeding and bruised all he cared about was you.” You huff, contemplating her words,

“But what if he-” you attempt one final time.

“He won’t. Now go. I’ll wait here until you guys come back.”

You nod, taking a deep breath before stepping out of the car, first aid kid in hand. You slowly make your way towards the woods, anxiety filling you to the brim.

Fuck.

5. The Picnic Bench

The woods are cold; the trees preventing the sun from keeping the November air bearable. And you wore a fucking skirt to school today.

Great idea.

In your defense, you didn’t think you’d be outside for more than 5 minutes today. But here you are, trudging your way through mud and leaves behind Hawkins High School, first aid kit in hand.

God why did Chrissy have to be so convincing.

There was still time to turn around. You could tell her that Eddie had wanted nothing to do with you, and told you to fuck off. You could go home and finally lay in your comfy bed, and pass out for ten hours straight. You could avoid any and all interaction with him like you had been for the last two years and spare yourself from what could be the most awkward situation you’ve ever put yourself into.

But your feet don’t stop moving, because you know better. You could never do that to Eddie. Whether he wants to admit it or not, he needs someone right now. And you’re the only someone around.

The small clearing comes more into view with every step that you take, and low and behold, there sits Eddie on top of the picnic bench holding his head in his hands. You pause for a moment, unsure of how to go about this. You watch as his body trembles and you can hear him sniffle, your heart shattering as he does. You’ve never seen him like this, and you want nothing more than fix the broken boy in front of you.

The broken boy you created, your thoughts echo, a horrible weight of guilt settling on top of your shoulders.

You take another slow step towards him and a twig snaps under your foot, causing his head to whip around in fear. You curse, holding your hands up in an effort to show you’re no threat to him.

Not that he would ever actually think that.

“It’s me… It’s just me,” You state calmly. He huffs out a breath of relief, wincing before he turns back away from you, quickly wiping his tears from his cheeks. You watch as he does, feeling a pang in your chest at the fact that he’s hiding from you. You make your way over, setting the first aid kit down on the bench as you kneel in front of him.

Your hands reach up, cradling his bruised face as your thumbs gently brush the tears from his cheeks. He lets you, though he doesn’t say anything, nor does he make eye contact with you, his eyes glued to the floor. “Oh Eds…” you sigh, reaching for the first aid kit.

He glances at it, shaking his head at you, “No.”

You freeze, eyeing him carefully, “What?”

His puppy dog eyes stay focused on the ground as he pleads defeatedly, “No don’t- please don’t. You don’t have to.”

His body is trembling, his bottom lip and eyebrow are both split, his left eye is swollen, his jaw is starting to form different hues of black and blue, and based on the damage that had been done to his stomach and ribs, you had no doubt that his torso looked just the same. And yet here he is, pleading for you to walk away. But there’s no way you’re going to leave him out here alone.

There’s no way you’re going to leave him ever again.

You reach into the first aid kit, pulling out an antiseptic wipe before reaching up to dab at the slit in his eyebrow, “Of course I do.”

He winces as the alcohol seeps into his cut, cleaning them. He sniffles, attempting one last time to convince you that you don’t have to help him, “I’m serious, you really don’t have to.”

You ignore him, continuing to lightly dab at his wounds.

Your hands work slowly as you carefully clean and bandage each cut, the two of you sitting in silence, save for the occasional hiss of pain from him, immediately followed by a mumbled apology from you.

Once you finish you slowly put everything back into the first aid kit, the two of you continuing to sit in silence. You chew on your lip, not really knowing what to say. You can’t help but think of what things were like three years ago, when this would never have happened. Back then there had never been an awkward moment between the two of you. Yet here you are, nervous thoughts wracking your brain and watching as he nervously played with the ends of his hair. You take a moment to gather your scrambled thoughts as you take a deep breath,

“I’m sorry.”

You both say it at the same time, wide eyes meeting. He grins shyly, and you can’t help the small laugh that leaves your lips,

“What the hell are you sorry for?”

His eyebrows furrow at your question, eyes swimming with confusion as he wonders whether your serious or not. What the hell isn’t he sorry for at this point?

“Well- everything?” He huffs out, “For getting into a fight with your boyfriend, for making you feel like you need to take care of me, for pushing my way into your business, even after you made it clear you want nothing to do with me, for…that night.” he trails off, remembering how you had looked, standing in the rain and begging for some kind of an explanation from him, when in reality, he didn’t have one.

You shake your head at his words, “That- that night was so…”

“Stupid?” He fills in, and you nod.

“I don’t even know why I was so worked up over some dumb pep rally,” you laugh sadly, head hung low. Eddie watches carefully as your hand comes up to your cheek, quickly trying to wipe a tear away. He sighs heavily, patting the spot next to him on the bench and you look up at him in confusion.

“Cmon, get up here.”

You oblige, sniffling as you stand up from your spot on the ground. You sit down next to him, suddenly aware of the cold air around you once more. Your arms wrap around your body as a chill runs up your spine. You don’t even notice that Eddie’s removed his leather jacket until he’s placing it around your shoulders.

It smells like him. The same cheap cologne he’s worn since freshman year, a hint of weed, a hint of cigarettes… and mint? That’s new.

You nod, wordlessly thanking him, and he responds by snaking his arm around your shoulders, scooting closer to you until you’re joined at the hip. Without even thinking about it, you lay your head on his shoulder and he rubs your arm.

It’s silent for a few moments, the two of you just taking in this moment together, as the cold November air nips at your skin.

“You were worked up over ‘some dumb pep rally’ because it was important to you, and I bailed.” His voice cuts through the air, filled to brim with regret.

“Eddie-” he shakes his head.

“I bailed on you to get high and sleep with some random chick. I messed up, and I disappointed you without even apologizing for it. You shouldn’t have to feel like any of that was your fault, because it wasn’t,” you watch as his face falls into one of remorse, “It was mine, and I’m sorry. I never should’ve done that to you. You didn’t deserve it.”

You’re silent for a moment, not really sure what to say as you hear him sniffle. You lean impossibly closer to him, placing a kiss onto his cheek.

“Maybe not, but I forgive you. I forgave you a long time ago if I’m being honest, I just didn’t know how to talk to you again. I was scared you would hate me.” You huff, teeth still slightly chattering, “But you sure as hell didn’t deserve two years of silence from me. I’m sorry too Eds.” You mumble, and he chuckles.

“I personally would disagree, but I forgive you too sweetheart.” He places a kiss on your hairline

You haven’t heard him call you that in so long. So long that you never realized how much you missed it until now. Your boyfriend never even gave you the time of day, let alone cute nicknames or pet names.

Which reminds you…

“Hey Eds?” You ask shyly, head still leaning on his shoulder. He hums in response, encouraging you to continue. You twiddle your thumbs nervously in your lap as you open your mouth to speak once again, “Why um- why did you get into a fight with Andy?”

He tenses, as if he’d forgotten the actual reason that the two of you are here. His hand pauses it’s movements briefly on your arm, and he clears his throat,

“I uh…,” he pauses, causing you to grow more nervous. “Harrington,” he confesses and you feel your heart sink, “Harrington told me everything yesterday. So I confronted Andy about it and well…” He trails off.

Okay well…Shit.

You retract from his grasp in an instant, moving away from the picnic table all together. A mix of panic and betrayal covers your features, and he eyes you carefully, arms extended towards you in an effort to calm you.

“Woah woah woah, okay baby…take it easy-” you shake your head. He can’t know, he just can’t. Because if he knows… and Andy knows that he knows…

You’re fucked.

“H-he’s lying! Whatever Steve said to you it’s not true, I-I swear!” You choke out, pure panic lacing your voice as your breathing picks up drastically. His eyebrows furrow and he glances down at your arm momentarily,

“I saw that little exchange in the parking lot, so tell that to the bruises on your wrist.” You look down and sure enough, purple outlines of Andy’s fingerprints coated your wrist where he had grabbed you. Your eyes pinch shut and tears leak down your cheeks.

“No… no no no you can’t- Steve promised he wouldn’t- oh god- this can’t be happening- shit Andy’s gonna-”

You can’t think straight, holding in your cries and stumbling backwards as your breathing keeps up it’s rapid pace. You don’t even notice the branch on the ground until you stumble over it, landing on your ass. The impact causes the damn inside of you to break, strangled sobs forcing their way from your throat.

Your head’s spinning, your body is trembling, and you can’t breathe. You can’t tell if you’re numb from your breakdown or from the cold, but you don’t really care at this point. Everything that’s been building up inside of you for the last two years is all coming out. Not only that, but now that Eddie knows everything, Andy’s going to hurt you. Andy’s going to hurt Eddie again. You curl in on yourself, mumbling apology after apology through your cries.

You hardly feel Eddie’s presence as he quickly squats next to you, but even through your hazy mind and panicked breaths you’re able to make out some of his words,

“I’m…touch…okay?”

You nod your head rapidly, barely understanding what he’s asking, but begging for some sort of comfort.

Warm hands find their way underneath your arms, slowly lifting you into an embrace. Eddie sits on the ground with you, one of his hands rubbing your back calmingly, while the other gently squeezes the back of your neck, attempting to ground you. Your body trembles against his, and your face rests tucked into where his shoulder and neck meet. You continue to cry and wheeze, legs straddling his lap.

“I’m so sorry- I can’t- I don’t know how to stop it I’m sorry-”

God you feel pathetic.

“It’s okay, It’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry for anything. Just breathe, I’ve got you.”

He holds you tight, gently rocking the two of you back and forth. His chin is placed on top of your head, and his mind is running with about a hundred different questions. But he tables them for later, putting all of his focus onto you. You need him right now; for the first time in two years you need him. He wasn’t about to fail you again.

“E-Eddie…” you cry weakly, and he shushes you.

“I’m here sweetheart, I’m right here. Not going anywhere, I promise.” He reaches up, gently grabbing your hand from where it sits around his neck, and places it on his chest, “Feel that? Feel my breathing? I want you to try your best to follow it. Deep breaths now, c’mon.”

You attempt to follow them, but it’s hard. Your breaths remain short and panicked as you try to inhale deeply. Eddie can sense your growing frustration, but he continues to gently guide you, knowing it takes time.

You try once more, only to have your breathing stutter again. What is supposed to be a groan of exasperation, quickly becomes a painful, desperate wheeze as it leaves your lips.

“Shh, I know honey. You can do it, just keep breathing for me.”

You do, taking your time to inhale carefully. You focus less on the raging thoughts of Andy in your head, and more on the expansion of your lungs. Finally, your breathing starts to slow and you’re able to take in a deep breath of air, much to yours, and Eddie’s relief. He continues holding you for a few minutes longer, allowing you to fully relax in his arms.

“I thought you stopped having panic attacks?” He gently asks, breaking the silence. You nod, sniffling as you lean back to look at him; his eyes are swimming with nothing but pure concern for you. “Yeah, I did, until a couple months ago. Turns out I really don’t like being in the spotlight as much as I thought I would.” You look down, avoiding his pitiful gaze, “How the fuck did Steve know anyway?” You ask, wondering if Eddie even had the answer to that.

He did in fact have the answer. A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest and he gently poked your forehead, “Forgetful thing aren’t you? Must’ve forgotten we go to school with Buckley.” The amusement in his eyes only grows as your own widen in realization, and your head drops into your hands, a frustrated groan escaping you.

“God I’m so stupid.” He reaches up, rubbing your arm’s comfortingly, “Maybe a little.”

That earns him a shove and he laughs again, but you don’t. You look back down in utter shame that you had tried to keep all this a secret in the first place.

“I’m sorry-” He shakes his head, not having it.

“No. Absolutely not. Don’t do that to yourself,” you stare at him, dumbfounded.

“But I-”

He reaches up, cradling your face, thumbs gently wiping away the tear stains from your cheeks, “My sweet girl, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Your heart stutters for just a moment, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. But I’ll be damned if I let that piece of shit lay a hand on you ever again.”

You don’t know what to do. You think about crying again, maybe laughing, getting on your knees and thanking him profusely. But none of those seem right.

So you find yourself leaning in, and you kiss him.

He stills at first, in what seems to be utter shock. He doesn’t move for so long in fact, that you begin to pull away in shame, before his hands are tangling in your hair and he kisses you back. Hard. Like he’s been waiting for this moment his entire life.

Unbeknownst to you, he has been.

His lips are soft. Softer than you ever imagined. It has you absolutely melting against him, deepening the kiss as your body becomes weightless, feeling like you’re floating on water. He gently swipes his tongue against your bottom lip, and you don’t fight him, your mouth falling open and welcoming him. It’s as if time stopped, as if no one else exists but the two of you.

You reluctantly pull away from him, panting as your foreheads rest against each other. Your eyes remain closed for a moment, processing what you’d just done. His thumb circles the apple of your cheek for a few seconds, before it trails down to your bottom lip, gently tracing it. You slowly open your eyes to meet his, staring at you in complete adoration, a small smile gracing his face.

“Gotta say, I’ve been dreaming of that since freshman year.” You blush a deep red at that, a shy giggle escaping you. You drop your head against his shoulder once again before lifting your wrist, revealing the green bandana he’d given you that one fateful day,

“Sophomore year.”

A shit eating grin forms on his lips, and he tilts his head back, whole body shaking with laughter. You can’t help but lift your head and watch him in amusement. God he’s so pretty.

“There’s no way!” He exclaims, and your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “What?”

He lifts his own wrist, revealing the bracelet he’d stolen from you that same fateful day. Your eyes widen in realization and you join in on his laughter.

“You still wear it?” You can help but to ask in disbelief, and he smiles,

“Never took it off.”

You blush, shaking your head, “Neither did I.”

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence on the forest floor for another moment before he speaks up again, a cheeky grin covering his features,

“We’re just big ol’ idiots aren’t we?” You nod without missing a beat,

“The biggest.”

6. The Hallway

“And then I told him to fuck off! Can you believe it?” Chrissy exclaims excitedly. She’s finally broken things off with Jason and is currently giving you and Robin all of the details as the three of you walk out of Mrs. Clicks class.

You can’t help but be equally as excited, it just radiates off of her, and it’s contagious.

“That’s amazing Chris!” You wrap an arm around her shoulders and she giggles, feeling giddy as all hell.

“What about you?” Robin asks can’t help but ask, “How are you doing?”

After yours and Eddie’s little escapade in the woods, the two of you had made your way back to the parking lot, where Chrissy was still waiting in her car. Eddie had offered to give you a ride home, but you politely declined, offering to come over later that night. He obliged, but not before kissing you once again.

Chrissy honked the horn mid make out session and the two of you had parted with laughs.

When you made it back to her car she was losing her mind, absolutely ecstatic for the two of you. She also couldn’t help spewing out a few, “I told you so, I’ve been telling you for years.”

You’d been dropped off at home with a cheerful goodbye to Chrissy, before getting ready to see Eddie. Within two hours you were at his trailer for the first time in years, greeting Wayne with the biggest hug ever.

“It’s good to see you kiddo.” He’d said, and he meant it.

That was a week ago, and so far you had been able to avoid Andy, while simultaneously seeing Eddie every day.

“Honestly? I feel better than I’ve felt in years. I missed him so much, and now that he’s back in my life, it’s like a breath of fresh air.”

She beams at that, genuine happy to hear you’re doing better. “And Andy?” Chrissy asks. You huff out a breath. “I’ve been avoiding him like the plague. Haven’t seen him since last week.” They both giggle at that,

“Maybe you can keep avoiding him until he forgets about you entirely.” Chrissy pipes up. Robin can’t help but retort, “That shouldn’t take too long, considering he’s dumber than a pile of bricks.” You laugh at that, like full on belly laugh. You can’t help it because it’s true. There’s stupid, and then there’s Andy level stupid. You look over to Robin, suddenly feeling immensely grateful for her and Harrington.

“Seriously though Robin, I can’t thank you and Steve enough.” She waves off your thanks with a ‘pfft.’

“I didn’t even know! You and Andy just came up in a conversation and I swear to god Steve’s face went white as a fricken ghost. He like, immediately called Eddie and told him to come over. I was completely lost until he explained everything to the two of us. I’ll be sure to pass your ‘thank you’ off to mama bear Steve though.”

“Still,” Chrissy chimes in, “She’s lucky to have friends like you guys looking out for her.”

“Damn right she is! Cause if that asshole ever tries to lay another hand on you, I’ll fight him myself.”

“Robin,” you giggle, “You’re the most uncoordinated person I’ve ever met.”

“Yeah and I’ll still fist fight him.” She gets into a mock fighting stance, throwing a few fake punches like she’s a video game character, before bursting out laughing.

However, your laughs are cut off as Chrissy abruptly stops walking.

“Uh oh.”

You look up and immediately feel your smile fading at the sight in front of you. There stood Andy, holding Eddie by the collar of his leather jacket, pinning him up against the lockers. At first, fear spreads throughout your whole body. For yourself, for Eddie, for your friends on either side of you…

But then it turns to rage.

You reach into your backpack, grabbing your very sturdy, very big biology textbook. You turn to Chrissy, wordlessly handing her your bag. She looks at you in both fear and confusion, but nevertheless take it from your arms and into yours.

“Hang on-” Robin whispers, quickly figuring out where this is going. You shake your head, turning to her, “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

You turn your attention back to Eddie, who looks a mix of furious and fearful. You waste no time, making your way over to them. Eddie’s eye catches yours, widening in fear at what could happen to you. He shakes his head, urging you to walk away. To keep yourself safe. But you’re done dealing with Andy. And you’re done leaving Eddie.

“Hey dick!” You yell, catching the attention of the asshole jock. He doesn’t even get the chance to fully look at you before you’re swinging the textbook at his head. He stumbles back with a grunt, holding his head in his hands as he curses up a storm. By the looks of it you’ve broken his nose. With how much blood is dripping down his face, it seems like the only possible answer.

Everyone in the hallway has stopped to watch in shock as the seemingly “perfect couple” falls apart right before their eyes.

“If you put your hands on me or any of my friends ever again, I will ruin your fucking life. Do you understand me?” He scoffs at that, not even really paying attention to you, too busy cradling his nose. His answer doesn’t satisfy you though, and you don’t have much time before teachers start showing up. So what else is there for you to do other than kick him right in the dick.

He falls to his knees with a cry, and the whole crowd gasps and ‘ooos’ as he writhes on the ground. “I said, do you understand me?” You ask calmly.

“Yes!” He chokes out pathetically, “Fuck- Yes! I understand!”

Finally satisfied, you gently grab Eddie by the sleeve of his jacket, dragging him away from the scene, and through the crowd back to your friends. “Holy shit.” Chrissy mumbles, eyes widened in shock as you take your bag back from her.

“Holy shit!” Robin beams, as if she’s just witnessed the most badass thing ever.

“Holy shit…” Eddie praises, almost like he’s…turned on?

Jesus fucking Christ-

“So!” You clear your throat, “Lunch anyone?” You ask, abruptly trying to change the subject. All three of them nod, still absolutely dumbfounded as they make their way with you to the cafeteria.

“You know,” Eddie whispers into you ear as the two of you walk side by side, “That was pretty hot.” You can’t help but roll your eyes, biting your bottom lip to hide your grin.

“Keep it in your pants Munson.” You whisper back and he chuckles,

“Oh I will, for now at least.” He winks at you and you blush, heat rushing all the way down to your neck. He chuckles at you before reaching for you hand, lacing his fingers through yours.

And that’s how the two of you walk, hands intertwined, with a green bandana wrapped around one wrist, and a green bracelet around the other.

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Call Me Crazy…

Rating: T

Word Count: 4.8k

Warning(s): None

Summary: When Y/N gets her hands on the newest Samsung phone, she thinks at most she’ll get a little clout with her friends and fewer dropped calls. A direct portal to BTS? Not so much.

Tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | poly| FM!POC!reader

Ch.1: In Which a New Phone is Long Overdue

A/N: This idea was inspired by this commercial, which I immediately thought would be a good fic idea the moment I first saw it! Just never assumed I’d be the one writing it, so I guess I played myself…anyway, this fic starts in 2019 and is not “canon compliant” (I think I’m using that right). I personally see this Y/N as a POC due to the girl in the commercial this AU is based off. I think she was really cute haha that being said, you don’t have to imagine the commercial actress ofc. Uh, and Y/N is not really an Army at first, sorry. Just thought it’d be more interesting that way. *PLEASE do not ask about the taglist in this story’s comments*

“I can make it better, I can hold you tighter…”

Y/N breezed right by the girls passionately singing along to the latest BTS hit in the hallway. Classes had just ended and caffeine was calling her name. That test prep was a doozy and really, she should definitely—fish the buzzing phone out of her jacket pocket, apparently. If she could even locate it. Why did she adore multiple pockets so much in her outerwear anyway?

Her fingers seized the small device just before it went to voicemail, and she barely glimpsed at the ID before accepting the call. “Hey, heeey,” Binna sang, her good mood evident, “That physiology test? Nailed it!” Y/N smiled, knowing how much her roommate had been stressing that exam, despite studying nonstop for weeks in advance.

Stopping, Y/N tucked herself into a corner of the corridor, out of the way of her fellow students. The tall arched windows provided an unobstructed view of the campus’ sprawling lawn, and the students congregating on it. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from my bestie’s big brain.”

“Try saying that three times fast,” Binna laughed. “How’d your business presentation thingy go?”

Y/N cleared her throat, trying to sound serious, but secretly endeared by Binna. “It’s a supply chain management project. I won’t know how I did until the end of the term, but it’s coming together really well so far.”

“Ohh then are some celebratory drinks at the cafe in order?!”

Y/N dramatically clutched her chest, probably looking like she belonged in the theatre program to the people passing by. “I thought you’d never as—”

“…N?” Binna’s voice began to crackle, fading in and out. “Hel..lo? Y…?”

Gasping indignantly, Y/N took the phone away from her ear to glare at it. “Oh, no you don’t.” Reflexively, she smacked the bottom a few times, momentarily forgetting that would do absolutely nothing for failing reception.

“I’m losing signal!” She hurried to explain, “Text you soon!”

The sound her friend made came across as agreement, more or less, so Y/N hung up with a sigh. Her fingers skimmed the tiny, worn keyboard, prepared to attempt a short confirmation to meet at the cafe.

“Still not ready to give up on that dinosaur?”

Y/N jumped, halfheartedly glaring at the owner of the voice, who didn’t look the least bit apologetic for startling her. Rather, Chung Chin-Mae arched a brow, face blank as he waited for her to respond. “When are you going to cut that out?” She hissed, smoothing a hand down her already wrinkle-free blazer.

“When are you going to give up on that phone?” He returned, taking a delicate sip of his vitamin water. Y/N’s glare became a little harder, lip jutting out in defiance. He knew she hated when someone answered a question with another question. But she let him have it…this time.

“Why would I?” Y/N briefly clutched her phone to her chest defensively, ignoring the way Chin-Mae just shook his head. Returning to trying to get her text through, she added, “There’s nothing wrong with it…”

Her friend looked ready to swing his messenger bag at her—and given that it was always full and on the heavy side, that was bound to leave a bruise. “How many other people do you know still using a flip phone that outdated? It’s not even a touchscreen!”

“But it does the same thing!” Y/N grumbled, mentally crossing her fingers that the text didn’t freeze and delete itself. ‘Please, not while Chin-Mae’s here.’

They stood in awkward silence for over a minute, and she lowered her head, knowing the expression he’d be wearing. “It just does it a little slower…” For all his love of being right, Chung Chin-Mae (affectionately Chinnie to his friends) could have made an excellent lawyer, but his heart belonged to the arts. His interesting taste in strangely patterned button-ups and the streak of deep red dyed in his short, black hair were the only real outward indicators.

“How many years?” he asked.

“Huh?” Y/N distractedly watched her text finally finish sending, a little grin of victory on her lips.

“How many years since you got a new phone?” He clarified.

“Oh, um…eight.”

“Eight? Y/N…girl…” Chin-Mae looked like he was struggling to find the words, absolutely aghast, and she rolled her eyes. Yes, there was that flair for the dramatic she’d expect from a performing arts major.

Checking her math, she nodded, “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

Leaning into her personal space so that she could smell the freshness of his gum, he whispered, “Repeat after me: I will get an upgrade!”

“Only if it becomes absolutely necessary.” she countered.

“It’s past necessary; you might as well be dragging an entire phone booth around with you.”

“Haha…” Y/N chortled drily. “Anyway, aren’t you a long way from the art studio. Did you come to meet me?”

Huffing, Chin-Mae squared his shoulders, looking thoroughly exasperated. Though his next words confirmed it wasn’t at her. “I came to drop off Yè’s report to him. He’d be flunking that class if it wasn’t for me,”

That made sense, considering how forgetful her upperclassmen could be. Brilliant, but oh so forgetful. “You realize you’re dating now. It’s okay to call him Min Su.”

“Old habits,” Chin-Mae dismissively flapped a hand at her, not sounding too concerned.

‘Poor Min Su.’ she thought. He had been smitten with Chin-Mae practically since their first meeting, when the clumsy transferee had bumped into her friend and caused him to drop a still wet painting while trying to search for the right building.

Needless to say, Chin-Mae had declared war on the guy. He had never been the most forgiving to begin with, and man could he hold a grudge. Y/N winced as she recalled the way he hadn’t spoken to his roommate for just over a month after he ate Chin’s pudding snack.

So the odds certainly were not in Min Su’s favor. Chin-Mae remained icy towards him even after he tried to make it right by lending a hand so he could redo the ruined painting in time to submit to his art showcase by the deadline. She and Binna had watched (and silently rooted for Min Su) from the sidelines for the better part of their freshman and sophomore years. Eventually his kindness and persistence won Chin-Mae over…not that he ever really wanted to say he had caught feelings somewhere along the line. And now, they were finally dating. But Chinnie was only really slightly less reserved with his affections. At least in public.

“Anyway. My boyfriend is hopeless. What else is new?” He asked rhetorically, breaking her from her reminiscence. “Do you need a ride to the cafe or what?”

Y/N thought over the benefits of catching a free ride while her friend was in a gracious mood, or waiting on the shuttle. “I guess I could—”

“If you have to think about it, you don’t know. So let me decide for you…” He pulled out his keys and pushed at her shoulder, ushering her out of the corner and through the lecture hall. “You’re coming with me.”

Well, Y/N shrugged, if Chin-Mae had spoken…

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“Umm…” Y/N watched Binna bouncing in place, tongue poking out in concentration as she attempted to make up her mind. Luckily, the cafe worker looked more amused than irritated, but then her friend had that effect on people. Something about her quick smiles and the bright eyeshadow she typically wore made her youthful, energetic and approachable, along with the fun hairstyles she loved to wear when she wasn’t in a professional setting.

She was pure warmth, and destined to become an amazing pediatrician, if Y/N had anything to say about it. “Should I get an iced americano?” She asked no one in particular, “Oh wait, but it’s been forever since I had any boba. That’d hit the spot right now too…”

Normally, the campus cafe was packed, people chugging coffee in anticipation of a long class, or stopping to have a quick bite because they couldn’t be bothered to leave campus or cook for themselves (though it was far from the only choice). It was a welcome surprise not to be standing knee-deep in a line nearly out the door, everyone inside already sitting and enjoying their orders.

That meant at least they wouldn’t get nasty stares for holding up the line. As Binna continued deliberating, Y/N began envisioning the moment she’d take the first blissful sip of her own caffeinated delight.

Unlike her friends, who often switched up their orders, Y/N preferred what was tried and true: cafè au lait with skim milk and a half a teaspoon of sugar. A small fingertip poked her shoulder. “…do you think?” Y/N blinked, cocking her head as she tried to figure out what she was being asked.

Something about what drink Binna should have, right? “Uh…since you like mixing it up, what about something you’ve never had before?”

Her round eyes instantly brightened, turning to the barista with a confident grin. “Ohh, what’s on your limited edition menu right now?”

The barista shared a proud look with her coworker, who had finished rinsing out mugs and happened to overhear the question. “We’re doing our artist-inspired drinks. This month it’s BTS, since they just released a new album.”

The minute the words were out of the young woman’s mouth, Y/N began silently counting down, only reaching three before Binna let out a loud squeal. She always got that way when she got the opportunity to chat about her k-pop obsession. “Oh my gosh, that’s so cool!” Eagerly lifting the little mascot attached to her backpack by a keychain, Binna gushed, “You know, I’m actually Army.”

That she was. She had the poster on her side of their room to prove it, and lots of merchandise on her desk and bookshelf. It was practically the only reason Y/N knew anything about BTS (or any other popular groups) to begin with, and her knowledge was less than that of a casual fan.

She could view a photograph or billboard advertisement and recognize she was gazing at the group of superstars who had captivated Binna and half the world. But if asked to pick them out individually and correctly name them…well, hopefully it wouldn’t be a life or death situation, because Y/N didn’t like her odds.

The next few minutes were spent with Binna and the cafe employees talking about the new album, their favorite tracks, leaving Y/N totally lost. While she was glad to see her friend having so much fun, she could really use that caffeine pick-me-up right about now. Maybe tuning into that telepathic link they always joked about having, Binna gasped, her lipgloss even shinier under the cafe’s atmosphere lighting. “Wait, oh no, you haven’t even gotten to order yet, have you? I’m so sorry. I’m terrible, your drink’s on me!”

Y/N smiled gently as her friend began to ramble about how awful she had been to make her wait for the last fifteen minutes, rubbing her shoulder in reassurance. But she wasn’t exactly about to turn down a free drink. Chinnie, who had opted not to tag along seeing as how he had a class coming up soon, was going to be sorry he missed out on being treated.

“I’ll take a…”

Binna interrupted her with a giggle, her cute little nose twitching. “Should I just order for you? I mean, I know what you’re having because it’s always the same thing. Every time. She wants a cafè au lait, skim milk and a half a teaspoon of sugar please.”

Y/N knew her friend’s cheerful declaration wasn’t in any way mean-spirited. It just wasn’t in her nature to be. She honestly couldn’t explain why that rankled her. Was it that deep down, she feared she was overly predictable?

“That’s not true…” she muttered, aiming to prove it. “I can change it up too. I’ll also take something off the limited edition menu…” She had missed what Binna ordered, so she ended with a shrug. “You can surprise me.”

The barista, whose tag read, “Minjun”, nodded eagerly. “You got it. Coming right up!”

Assuming they would wait off to the side, Y/N shuffled down the counter, only to catch Binna staring at her, wide-eyed. Today her eyes were rimmed in a nude eyeshadow, applied with an expert hand as always. “Okay, just say it.”

“You…” Binna glanced around as she moved her hands, “You picked something besides your usual!”

“It’s not that big of a deal…”

“Yes it is. For you, it is. You’re all about schedules and routines and…and sameness.”

Y/N felt her cheeks puffing, and hurried to calm herself. “Look, everyone gets tired of things being the same sometimes. I’m not that dull.” If her voice came out just a little snappish, Binna didn’t remark on it. The speedy service was a small blessing, their drinks being slid down to them as Minjun called out their orders.

Y/N squinted as she read the side of her cup, more specifically the label. Jimin’s Jumping Jubilation.

Binna silently motioned to a table, her eyes nonverbally apologizing in case her comment had upset her, and Y/N took the lead, playfully brushing her on the way over so she knew all was well. “So,” she said after taking a careful sip. “Jimin tastes a whole lot like coconut milk and dehydrated pineapple bits.”

Binna made a funny face, having finished taking a long sip of her Suga n’ Spice. The delayed snort was well worth getting slightly sprayed. Nothing about her friend looking anxious or down suited her. “Y/N!” Binna squealed, slapping at her from across the table. “You can’t just say that in public. People’ll think you read those dirty BTS fanfics.”

“They…have those?” She was well and truly clueless, and maybe it was for the best if it stayed that way. “You know what? Never mind.” Neither of them really seemed to mind the change of conversation, settling into their seats comfortably and watching the world go by outside. “Are you still going to the rugby game this weekend? Min Su and Chin invited me, but I’d feel like a third wheel on their date if you didn’t come.”

Binna’s cute manicured nails rapidly tapped both sides of her cup. “Oooh you know I’ll be there to keep you from third-wheeling.” she winked. “Plus, it’s KU’s biggest rival, right? That means Yonsei University boys.” Y/N cracked a grin as she watched Binna fan herself, pretending to swoon. “I thought you swore off boys at least until after finals.”

“I did!” She nodded expressively. “But there’s no harm in looking.”

“I guess there’s tha—”

“Eek, a bee! How’d it get in here?!” Her friend’s screech turned several heads, Binna trying to hop up from her side of the table and flailing just a bit to keep the buzzing insect at bay simultaneously. Y/N watched her arm strike the side of her mostly filled cup, the liquid splashing in slow motion…right over the ancient flip phone lying innocently on the table.

Realizing what she’d done, Binna stared down in horror. “Oops! Y/N I am soooo sorry! I swear I’m too klutzy to live, and you know I’ll make this right and get you a new one. You can have any color, just—”

“Bin,” Y/N held up a palm. “Breathe.”

Perhaps recognizing she had withheld a breath or two in the middle of her rambling, her friend took a deep inhale.

“I know you didn’t do it on purpose.” Though Y/N had a sinking feeling it would do very little good, she still attempted to dry off the phone with some napkins, able to see her reflection in the dark screen. “It was just…its time to go, I guess.”

Slowly lowering herself back into her chair, Binna stared down at the deceased cellular device, an errant giggle escaping. “Well now that you have to get a new phone, at least Chinnie won’t have a reason to keep bugging you about it?” she offered, looking entirely too cute to be mad at.

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Y/N cringed at her wet pant leg as she climbed from the passenger side of Chin-Mae’s car. If she’d known the day would end in rain, she would have worn rain boots, as much as they clashed with her business casual attire. It was a small miracle that she at least had an umbrella in her bag. Her friends huddled under and shared Binna’s, which featured a vaguely familiar pink bunny with a rather aggressively cocked eyebrow.

The bell above the door chimed as the trio shuffled into the phone store, which was nice and toasty to combat any would be draft from the rain. No one else was inside, only the quiet hum of the heat going filling the space. “Where do you think we should start looking?”

There were so many shiny models on display in different spots on the shop floor it was hard to know where to focus. No sooner had Binna asked than a Samsung employee popped up from the back room, a few boxes carefully balanced in his arms.

Glancing their way, the young man, who couldn’t be much older than them, gave a polite customer service smile. Y/N waited patiently as she set down the boxes on the counter near checkout then beelined straight to them, his name tag gleaming under the store lights.

“Uh-oh, someone needs a new phone, huh?” He sighed sympathetically.

“How’d you know?” Chin-Mae asked, hands tucked into his pockets. He was wearing Min Su’s favorite hoodie, which enveloped him quite well given the difference in their builds. Y/N found herself irrationally jealous, wishing briefly she had a boyfriend to steal warm, snuggly clothes from.

“I just thought it’s the most likely reason you’d come out in such nasty weather.” he explained. “This is the kind rainy evening that makes you want to get cozy somewhere.”

He wasn’t wrong, Y/N thought. What an intuitive salesman.

“It’s me,” she said, stepping forward and raising her hand. “I’m the one that needs the new phone.”

He hummed with a tilt of his head. “Ah, anything in mind?”

“Anything would be an improvement from that ugly old dinosaur she thought it was okay to keep for eight years.” Chin-Mae groaned. “It finally bit the dust today.”

“Actually, it was murdered.” Y/N corrected.

“I’m sorry!” Binna wailed, hiding her face guiltily.

“I certainly have to agree it was time for an upgrade.” The clerk whistled. “Eight years is quite a long time.” He began to walk, motioning for the group to follow as he looked over his shoulder. “I’m afraid I don’t have anything similar to what would’ve been on the market back then, even in our used phone selection, but I’ll do my best to find a suitable replacement for your baby.”

“Something simple that gets the job done.” Y/N piped up. “That’s all I need.”

“Please, tell her she doesn’t have to live like this!” Binna whined, clasping her hands together. “She can have style, high-tech features and efficiency.”

Exasperated, Y/N turned to glare at her friend. “Bin, I—”

“She’s right,” the salesman said, “I can get you all that. If you’re interested, of course.”

“She is.” Chin-Mae cut her off before she could so much as open her mouth. His grip on her shoulders was tight, almost like a warning…

Knowing that her friends weren’t about to relent, Y/N decided to cooperate and get it over with. She’d rip it off, like a bandage.

“I am.” She agreed, less than enthusiastically.

All three of them perked up, and Y/N had a feeling she was in for a long evening.

The clerk showed them various types of phones, rattling off their features with ease and even explaining how to navigate the touch screens. Y/N personally didn’t think she was that hopeless, but kept her mouth shut and let him finish each demonstration. Binna and Chin-Mae chimed in more than once, mentioning how impressed they were with this model or that and ushering her toward their personal picks.

Y/N wasn’t quite sure any of the ones they saw were right for her. ‘What happened to simple?’ she wondered. That concept had long since gone out the window it seemed.

“And this is the last one I have to show you.” The employee, who had told them to call him Suk-kyu, rounded yet another display. This one featured a line of phones in various colors, as sleek and fancy as all the rest. What caught Y/N’s attention was the flip design. Finally! An ode to the phones of yesteryear. “It’s the Galaxy Z!” Suk-kyu gushed, plucking one of the phones on the table from its resting place and carefully placing it in Y/N’s hands. “It’s got that old school design you like, but this baby is all new and cutting edge. Ask me what it does. It does it all!”

The man loved his job, that was for sure. It was either that or he got paid off commissions, because he was certainly making the hard sell. Suk-kyu let her see everything the phone could do. And true to his word, that was quite a lot. His eyes twinkled expectantly as Y/N deliberated over the seven colors it came in. “I think we have a winner!” he cheered, “Who’s your bias? That’s probably the best color to go with if you’re having trouble deciding.”

Y/N blinked, a pink phone in one hand and a purple phone in the other. “Who’s my…what?”

“Oh,” Binna chuckled, “There’s no need in bothering with that Suk-kyu. Y/N wouldn’t be interested in all that.”

“Interested in what?” Said girl asked quietly, beginning to feel like she was missing a vital piece of the conversation. The piece that made it make sense.

“Ah,” Suk-kyu rubbed his arm sheepishly. “I guess not everyone is. I just thought maybe you chose to get one of these phones because you’re a BTS fan. Most of the people who bought them have been. Actually we barely keep them in stock for long. This is the first time we’ve had all seven colors available since release day.”

“What’s with everyone and BTS today? What’s that got to do with the pho—”

Chin-Mae tapped her shoulder, pointing to direct her attention to one of the monitors mounted over their heads. Y/N gaped as she saw the famous boy band using the very same model of phone she was about to purchase in a commercial.

‘Of course,’ Y/N could have rolled her eyes. What product didn’t they endorse? ‘Okay, I guess it’s impressive from a business standpoint. I’ll give them that. It’s every company’s dream to find a brand ambassador with the golden touch that’ll keep the product flying off the shelves.’ As an aspiring businesswoman currently taking courses in product marketing and distribution, Y/N couldn’t deny they were something else.

“Uh…you know what? I think I’ll take this one after all.” She announced, ignoring Binna and Suk-kyu’s twin gasps of joy. “Just to try it out. If it’s good enough for BTS, I’m sure it’s good enough for a plain old business major like me.”

Seconds later, they watched the grown man skip to the back to retrieve the color she selected.

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Rubbing a knuckle over her eye, Y/N yawned, staring blearily at the time displayed on her new phone. Huh, almost midnight. Didn’t feel like it was that late…but then it might explain the heaviness of her eyes.

Binna was already tucked into bed and snoring quietly on the other side of the room, leaving Y/N up by herself, toying with the cellphone she hadn’t expected to become so invested in.

Hoisting herself off her mattress, the tired university student stretched, hearing the satisfying pop in her back as she crept toward the bathroom, phone loosely clutched in hand. She’d brush her teeth and then go to bed.

Tomorrow was a rare day off for her, so she had plenty of time to play with explore the phone’s features at her leisure. And, of course, get a leg up on her next assignment.

Y/N had always treated school like she intended to treat the business world, and no one survived in business unless they could always stay five steps ahead of everyone else.

Y/N shuffled completely into the girls’ shared bathroom, shutting the door almost all the way before she flipped on the light, hoping the tiny sliver didn’t disturb Binna.

Thinking it over, she scoffed at the notion. Yeah right, that girl slept like the dead. Someone could scream about a fire in the building and she’d just roll over.

Taking her electric toothbrush from the charger, Y/N rummaged under the sink, locating the small bag that contained her toiletries and squirting a little toothpaste on the brush’s head. She put the setting on a slow pace, always wanting to be sure she got every nook and crevice.

Running the brush everywhere inside her mouth, slow and methodical, Y/N hummed to a song she didn’t really remember. That helped her keep track of how long she needed to brush, even if the toothbrush had an automatic counter.

She had used a manual one for so many years, to do her own mental counting was simply force of habit. And she was nothing if not a creature of habit, according to most people who knew her. But, was that really such a bad thing? She never used to think so, but recently it felt like another way to call her bland.

Leaning down into the sink, Y/N spit, turning on the tap and gargling away the rest of the minty foam in her mouth. Satisfied, she spit again, splashing the cool water on her face and setting her toothbrush down. Patting her skin dry with a small towel, the young woman took a small sigh, raising her face to the mirror and expecting to see her tired reflection staring back.

Except for the fact that the person in the mirror did not have the right features to be her reflection. Hell, they didn’t even have the right gender!

Y/N’s eyes popped wide open, sleepiness dissolving in an instant at the equally shocked face of the man who was gazing back at her. His distractingly full lips were rimmed in white toothpaste, as if he had just finished brushing his own teeth. Light brown, almost tangerine-tinted hair hung messily into his dark eyes, which had enlarged to what had to be triple their normal size.

And his skin… it probably wasn’t the best time to be noticing, what with her clearly hallucinating and all, but he had to have the tightest pores. They were nonexistent, really. His skin was smooth and blemish free. There wasn’t much more of him she could see, save for the black t-shirt that hung from his impossibly wide shoulders, filling the rest of the space in the mirror.

It looked like he sucked in a breath at the same time she did, and Y/N finally stumbled back, unsure why she was seeing what she was. Blinking, she smacked both palms over her eyes and then opened them again, finding everything as it should be. The handsome man was gone, and she was alone with her reflection. All was right with the world.

Shaking her head, Y/N scurried from the bathroom and flipped off the light, trying not to drop her phone in the dark. Sleep. She needed sleep, and lots of it.

#bts fanfic #call me crazy #ot7 bangtan #ot7 x reader #yoongi x reader #namjoon x reader #seokjin x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #poc!reader

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flowering-thought · 1 year

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Ah yes, procrastination! Hehe, I also deal 🤝

Anyways, I shall now detail my painfully awkward stories to you lol:

(I don't really know how to put these in order, so it might come out as a jumbled mess (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧)

1.) So, this one comes to mind first as it is unfortunately burned in my brain *cries* So! I used to have a HUGE crush on this guy that I worked with (I was wondering at a subway at the time) and because I had a crush on him, I happened to be shy and somehow kinda clumsy around him. And because of that shyness, I would find it hard to talk to him without stuttering or blushing. Normally, it wouldn't be so bad but he just so happened to also be shy and socially awkward like me. (Usually I always shy and quiet at first, until someone talks me out of my shell. Then I'll gradually open up and become more "extroverted" around them) Anyways, as you could imagine, there was a lot of terrible awkward silences. AND, bc we worked together, I had to deal with it. There was this time specifically where we got a large online order, and it was just the two of us, so I come up there to help him. Because the store we worked at was so small and cramped, we didn't have much room so we had to work side by side. Bc of that, to me, it felt like we were uncomfortablely close, and I kept accidentally bumping into him. Compare that with awkward silence, and I just wanted to disappear all together. He got a better job somewhere else not long after, but I always wondered if he thought I was some weird quiet kid or if he felt the same way I did. Idk

2.) Oh! So a few years ago (around 4) I went down to the lake that was kinda local to where I lived during summer every day for like a week straight. I happened to meet a boy who was two years younger than me (I'm only 21 now so I was a lil bebe then hehe(17)) He came up to talk to me, and was really polite and chatty too so I actually felt really comfortable hanging with him while there. He coincidentally happened to be there almost every day I was there. So it didn't take long for me to open up. Anyways, summer ended (obvi) and I continued about my life as it was. Time Skip! Up until fairly recently, I had completely forgotten about meeting him at all. Haha yes, so I was going grocery shopping when I met him again since he worked there. Only, I had NO IDEA who he was. (I found out he was also a local lol) Anyways, I walked in and he was kinda staring at me. And I felt super uncomfortable bc I felt like I was supposed to know him or something. So I kinda glanced over and ignored him until I had to check out. I didn't recognize him because he apparently hit a major growth spurt. Well I got to check out and he was like "do you really not remember me?" and I awkwardly shook my head no. To which he replied "we met at the lake a few years ago remember?" I felt so bad for not remembering lol. But luckily he was super nice, and all ended well.

3.) (This one isn't a story, but just a compilation of my ✨anxious habits✨)

*I can't tell people no, instead I talk circles around a "maybe" or a "next time"

*I genuinely worry if I make people feel uncomfortable bc I'm always a little awkward

*I can't stand awkward silences, so that leads me to ramble

*Crowded places are draining

*I'm always fidgeting with something when I'm nervous like my hair or necklace

*During the rare times I do actually have guests I'll anxiously spoil them with treats like food, drinks, etc.

*(insert general introvert things here)

That's all I can think of rn anyway. I hope it helps 💖

~🥀

Omg sorry I've been kinda hoarding this ask cause I relate wayyyy too much ʕ•ω•ʔ

🥀 I completely feel you with those anxious habits too 👩‍🦯👩‍🦯. If I feel like I somehow made someone uncomfortable I automatically go to apologize out of habit.. And a really bad habit of picking at my nails to the point it actually kinda hurts- but I've been trying to stop cause it kinda sucks after a while when your finger tips hurt yk?

But yeah social anxiety and just anxiety in general can lead to a lot of awkward conversations or interactions 😔 Sometimes I've been so completely oblivious to people attempting to interact that it leads to awkward silence lol- doesn't help I have a chronic RBF that makes people think I hate them ;-;

#.hana_talks_txt_♡#the amount i relate to these stories is insane

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la-galaxie-langblr · 1 year

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i’ll send you a signed copy of the book with extended chapters as a thank you!

short term goals, i wanna save up enough money to spend new years in sydney, somewhere i’ve been wanting to visit since i was a kid. i also wanna learn a language, probably mandarin bc i also wanna go to singapore one day and i hear its useful lmao

medium term goals i wanna at least be on my way to finishing the book, maybe even having it published. personal life wise i definitely wanna be dating again bc it’s been way too long and i miss it. i also wanna be working towards/have been given a promotion at work just bc i know im gonna deserve it haha. and if the book sells well then i wanna be leaving my job simply bc being a writer is my passion 100%

long term goals i just wanna live in a nice city, maybe brisbane, los angeles, toronto, somewhere scenic but quiet with my wife and our dogs where i can write till my hearts content.

some questions to ponder:

who, dead or alive, is coming to a dinner party you’re hosting? max guests, 9, as there are 10 seats at the table and you need one haha

if you could time travel, what 3 destinations are you hitting? you can go forwards or backwards in time

you’re a billionaire but not with money. what is the thing you have billions of?

warm regards, your pal, kai :)

(long)

Yesssssss I love extended chapters :D

Those are some great goals, I wish I had as clear of an idea of what I want in life but maybe someday, this is pretty inspirational!

> aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I've always been terrible at the dinner party question but here we go, in no particular order:

1. My (sadly deceased) uncle, he was a really cool guy and I want to pick his brain about some life stuff (don't feel bad, it was a really long time ago)

2. Gretchen McCullough, my celebrity linguist fav haha

3. James Acaster, for the funny stories

4. Jacqueline Wilson, childhood favourite author

5. R F Kuang, current favourite author

6. John McWhorter, another one of my fav linguists

7. RTGame, favourite youtuber

8. The creator of Pusheen

9. Dodie, favourite musician

> Ooooooh travel question but in time, if you ignore the repercussions/restrictions I would inevitably face for being afab, queer and disabled I'd go to the renaissance in Italy, Japan in whatever decade Nintendo first showed up and Brisbane for the 2032 Olympic games :)

> hmmmm what about a billion winning lottery tickets? sldhsksjsldhs jk I'd have a billion origami models in my collection, move over legend of 1000 cranes here I come

Thank you once again for the questions, are you/did you do anything fun this weekend? :)

#studyblr secret valentines #anon

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summercourtship · 3 years

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Hiya! I read your recent Pinhead one-shot and adored it, your writing is so good. Can I request a Ghostface NSFW one-shot where he call’s his next victim but she happens to be masturbating? And they end up having phone sex. I would really appreciate it and if you do please let me know if you take payment or even if I can give you a tip! <3

Oh my gosh thank you so much! I actually gasped when I read this request, I fucking love this idea I hope I did it justice lol. I still get kinda insecure when writing smut even though I've read some not-so-great erotica and still be turned on by it so does it matter? Either way, practice is practice haha.

delicious (nsfw, 18+)

danny johnson x reader | warnings: phone sex, dirty talk, degradation, | note: the title comes from the charli xcx song, somehow not a tswift song for once! | word count: 1.8k

Perhaps your mother had been right in not allowing you to have a phone in your bedroom growing up.

But perhaps it was that very same denial that made you determined to have one in your room when you lived on your own, living out a childhood dream of being able to chat to friends on your own phone in your own room. Not that it got much use, with you rarely being home enough to answer calls and it being even rarer for your friends to even bother calling.

The phone became more like a bedside decoration than serving any real functional purpose in your life, except for when you wanted to call in sick to work or order takeout from the comfort of your own bed. You forgot, it seemed, that phones could actually be kind of a nuisance.

It had been a slow week of long hours at your work, and every class you took seemed to have major assignments due within the past three days. You could’ve cried from relief when you finally got home and had the freedom of the weekend in front of you. You didn’t envy the students pouring their way into parties and bars, though you might have felt a twinge of nostalgia for when you were one of them.

But just because you weren’t going out didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the rest of your night and have some fun with yourself. Once you were out of your work clothes and into your chosen sleepwear for the night (which was simply a big t-shirt), you plopped onto your bed, all the stress and tension leaving your body as soon as you hit the soft surface.

You roll over onto your back, lazily running your hand down your body. You don’t waste time messing with your chest, instead moving directly to your underwear, slipping your hand inside. There was no need to tease yourself, after all.

You had just begun to slowly circle your clit, feeling a bit more sensitive than usual, when the phone started ringing.

Your eyes snapped open, hand still in your underwear. At first, you barely recognized the sound of it, only knowing that the piercing tones had interrupted your alone time. But once your tired and horny brain fog cleared- if just slightly- you glared over at your bedside table.

From where you were laying, you could see the caller ID display, though it only provided you with “UNKNOWN CALLER” on the tiny green screen. You shifted your gaze slightly to your alarm clock, which dimly displayed 11:37 PM. That’s a bit late for a salesperson to call, and your friends would have been announced through the ID display, had they decided to call this late.

Ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach and the nagging itching in the back of your brain to remember something you saw in passing on a newspaper at the store, you waited for the phone’s ringing to end.

Settling back in, you slowly get back into the proper headspace for touching yourself, resuming your slow movements. You wanted to both take it slow tonight and really enjoy it, and seek your pleasure as fast as possible, needing the release it promised after the week you’ve had.

As a compromise between the two desires, you started to pick up the pace, feeling yourself get slightly wetter from your touch.

The phone rings again.

You curse, this time sitting up and snatching the phone off the hook, but not before seeing that this, too, was from an unknown caller (likely the same one from before, you thought in the back of your mind).

“What?” Normally you would never answer the phone this way, but it was way past decent calling times, and you were fucking tired.

But in response, there was nothing. You were starting to wonder if you had somehow not picked up the phone in time for the call to go through when you realized you could faintly hear someone breathing on the other end.

Great.

One of these calls.

You were hardly ever in the mood to deal with prank calls, let alone when you were just trying to destress after a long, exhausting week. You just wanted a fucking break.

“Listen, asshole-”

“I can see you.”

You manage to catch yourself before you’re able to vocally react, instead somehow calmly looking over at your window. The blinds are shut. You don’t doubt that someone, if determined enough, could find a way to peek inside, but you doubted that the man on the phone was that pervert.

“Liar.”

On the other end, the man lets out a chuckle. And you realize, despite yourself, that his voice is kinda attractive, at least for a creep.

“Made you look.”

Scratch that. Very attractive.

Biting your lip, you lay back down, the horny side of your brain pushing you to start your movements again. You have no plan- ideally he would hang up and you would be able to fully indulge yourself, but as the seconds pass without the telltale click of the line being cut you figure this won’t happen.

“What do you want, weirdo?” You can’t help but throw the insult in, figuring he deserves it for interrupting you twice. Not that he knew he was doing it, but either way it didn't matter to you.

“You wound me.” His voice is deep and expressive, and you are definitely getting wetter listening to him speak.

“Good.” You chuckle, but it’s breathless in the way that only someone who was currently masturbating (as you were) would sound.

He’s silent for a moment, and you begin to pick up your pace, adding pressure to your movements, the occasional jolt of pleasure running through your body distracting you from the fact that it was definitely louder than you realized.

“Are you fucking yourself right now?” He doesn’t sound offended (thank goodness), but he does sound confused. You, on the other hand, are suddenly too mortified to examine his tone and you only realize this fact after.

“Shit!” You pull the phone away from your face, as if that lessens the impact of the fact that you were just caught masturbating by a stranger. “I’m sorry, fuck-”

“No- keep going.”

You definitely did not hear that right. You put the phone back to your ear.

“I’m sorry? No-”

“I said, keep going.” Oh boy. If his voice was attractive before when he was just casually talking with you, it didn’t compare to how hot it was when he gave you a command. “You had no problem being a slut before, so you shouldn’t have one now.”

“I- okay. I just feel awkward now.” All of the bravado you felt earlier had quickly dissipated once you were caught.

He hums on the other end of the line and you wait impatiently for his response.

“Would it help if I told you what to do?”

This was certainly not how you had anticipated your night ending up, but you weren’t complaining. How often would you get the chance to have consequence-free phone sex with a complete stranger?

This could very well be the only time in your entire life you would have this thrilling opportunity, and you weren’t going to let it pass you by.

“I think so.” You could hear the man getting comfortable, the rustling of fabric faint in the background on his end. You wondered if it was him getting his cock out.

“Are you still touching yourself?”

“...Yes.” You’d slowed down after you’d been caught, but never fully stopped.

“Play with your clit for me.”

“O-okay.” It was a simple and vague instruction, but something that you could quickly comply with, given that your hand had barely moved from its earlier position. You resumed stroking it, noticing that you had gotten significantly wetter since you’d first picked up the phone. Not quite dripping, but enough to signify that you were definitely turned on by the situation you had found yourself in.

“Good girl.”

Fuck. Your hips jerked at the praise, and you bit your lip to hide your moan. But you clearly didn’t do a good job of it, because the man on the other end chuckled, the sound once again going straight to your pussy.

“Oh, did you like that?”

“Y-yes.” If you were of sound mind you would be embarrassed by how quickly this man had managed to reduce you to the stuttering mess you were now.

“Put the phone on speaker, and don’t even think about holding back any of those little noises.” You rush to comply, fumbling slightly with controlling your non-dominant hand.

“Done.”

“Good. Close your eyes.”

“...Okay.”

“Are you still touching your clit?” You hum in response.

“Just how fucking wet are you right now?”

You gasped, rhythm faltering. “Very.” Your voice is breathy, shaking as you stumble over the single word. “Fuck, please tell me something- anything. Wanna hear what you want.”

“Yeah?” You can now hear the distinct noise of him jerking off on the other end, and you’re certain he must be able to hear the sloppy noise your own movements are creating. “I wanna to fuck you so hard you won’t be walk right for a week, every movement you make a reminder of how much I fucking own you. You’re mine, got that? My little slut, just a fuck toy for me to fill up.”

You shuddered, turning your head against your pillow.

“You want that, want me to fill you up?”

“Yes, please, I want your cum, oh my god,” you’re mumbling, words you don’t truly mean but your brain is far too gone to think about the things you’re saying.

Plus, he’s just a stranger, someone you’ll never meet. You can say whatever you want, it doesn’t even matter.

“I wanna make you cum on my cock, feel your tight little pussy around me-fuck,” You wished, briefly, you knew what he looked like, so you could properly imagine him fisting his cock, the muscles in his arm straining as he made himself go faster, chasing his release.

“I want it, I want it, please,” You were just saying the same thing over and over again, too close to your climax to think of anything sexier to say.

“Are you gonna cum?” His voice was strained, almost muttered out.

“Yes, yes- please I need it, fuck-”

“Then do it. Cum for me like a good little girl.”

And with his permission, you comply, continuing your litany of curses and pleas as your back arches, your orgasm crashing through your body. Gasping, eyes and mouth open, continuing to touch yourself until your body screamed at you to stop from the overstimulation on your clit.

On his end, he lets out a long, low groan as he reaches his climax in the midst of your own. In the back of your mind you wish you were more present to fully enjoy the noise he’s made, to revel in the fact that you did that to a total stranger.

Once you both have come back down from your high, the line is silent. You have no idea what to say, how to even continue a conversation from here. For a moment you contemplate just hanging up and going to sleep, but he beats you to the chase with a line that turns your racing blood to ice.

“See you soon.”

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katyasrussianaccent · 3 years

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i don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips (corpse x reader)

Summary: Corpse suggests you flirt with each other to mess with the fans. What happens when you suddenly catch feelings?

Authors Note: This has been in my brain for so long so I decided to write it. May or may not write a part 2, im not sure. Lemme know what you think! My requests are open for fic/headcannons aswell 💖

It should have been simple.

Flirt, mess with the fans a little, sit back and relax.

It should have been simple.

You remember Corpse coming to you with the idea.

“Why would we do that?” you had asked, frowning at your phone screen. It had been another late night phone conversation with him; something that was starting to become a regular occurrence.

You pictured him shrug as he answered. “Fun?”

“Are you so bored you wanna make a fake relationship with me?”

“Not a relationship. Just do what we do now, but like, more.”

You had agreed before your brain had even registered it. On paper it was straightforward. You already flirted a little anyway, you were naturally a flirtatious person, and so was he. It made sense; or at least you had told yourself that it did. You knew the fans already shipped you together, you saw the things they tweeted as you occasionally lurked the ynhusband tag on Twitter. It was just innocent fun right? No-one was going to get hurt.

For a little while that was true. For a little while he called you baby and you called him darling and it meant nothing. Your face didn’t feel flush when he commented on your latest Instagram post and your heart didn’t do a little flip when he would call you just to see how you were. The phone conversations were your favourite; curled up in bed with the phone on your pillow, trading secrets into the night. He had suddenly become this constant in your life, this almost routine familiarity like brushing your teeth or going to get milk.

You weren’t sure what changed, when it had gone from being innocent fun to meaning something. It was like someone had flicked a switch, and Corpse was no longer a warm glow but this bright, blinding light that hurt your eyes to look at too long. It was almost cruel, the way you wanted something so unobtainable; the universe’s idea of a joke had no humour in it. The thing with Corpse was he was so unaware of the power he had. He was mysterious yes, but he was faceless among a sea of faces; of course people were drawn to him. And you were just another.

You started to pull away. You played different games with different people, you ignored his tweets. It was easier, if you never interacted with him, you could pretend there was nothing but shallow feelings instead of the crashing waves that threatened to pull you under. The fans had started to notice; your streams were filled with questions that you refused to answer.

“Where’s Corpse?” you read aloud as you scrolled down the chat. “Probably in his house? Go ask him.” Your tone was bitter even to you and you inwardly cringed. He hadn’t contacted you in 2 weeks, and while you were thankful, you were hurt by it. It was stupid and hypoctritical of you to be upset by something that was your own doing, and you weren’t sure what you had expected from him. He had other friends, other people to talk to, why would he have cared about you anyway?

Your phone lit up next to you, and you ignored the pang of disappointment at Rae’s picture flashing up.

Rae: Among Us???

You hesitated for a second. The likelihood of Corpse being there was high, but you knew deep down he wouldn’t say a thing to you, not on stream or in front of your friends. You could just ignore him, like you had been doing and it would be fine. You weren’t sure you believed yourself anymore.

“Guys, you want to watch me play Among Us? I’m not sure who’s playing, other than Rae.” You looked at the fast flowing stream of affirmatives and emojis. Guess you had to do it now. You opened up the game and joined the lobby.

“-yeah she looks really fucking cute,” you heard Corpse say as you logged in. You looked down at your outfit,; he definitely wasn’t talking about you in your oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. You had been on stream for a few hours now; your eyeliner was smudged a little and any lipstick had worn off with the constant drinking and licking your lips. No, he definitely wasn’t talking about you.

“Hey guys,” you said tentatively, swallowing down the feeling of jealousy at Corpse’s previous words.

A chorus of greetings hit you, and you smiled at their enthusiasm. You had played with Rae, Sykunno and Toast a few times before, but Felix, Jack and Ash were new to you, though you knew of them.

“Hey Y/N,” Corpse said. You had hoped after 2 weeks he wouldn’t still affect you so much, but the way your stomach turned said otherwise.

“Hey Corpse,” you replied, hoping your tone was casual.

“I haven’t seen you in a while, how are you?” he asked.

“Oh. Uh yeah, I’ve been a bit busy I guess, how are you?” You looked down as you answered, picking at your nail polish. You glanced at the chat that was filled with messages.

corpsesbaby: You can always tell when someones lying coz they look down” llamadelrey: why is this so awkward lmao arent they friends??” simpsforrae: This is like is a breakup i swear

“I’ve been okay, thanks” Corpse answered, drawing your eyes off the chat and back to the game. You nodded as you muted your mic to go back to your stream.

“I hope I don’t get imposter, I always suck at that so much.” You watched as the screen counted down and the word IMPOSTER flashed up alongside Corpse’s name. “Guess I jinxed it guys.”

Great. Not only were you imposter, you were imposter with Corpse, which meant you would have to actually speak to him. Maybe you wouldn’t have to.

You both followed Rae as she walked up towards Greenhouse, and you cornered her while she did her task, killing her quickly.

“Everyone seemed to go right, so we should vent back towards cafeteria to avoid suspicion,” Corpse said.

“Okay,” you answered. You vented together, and you muted your mic to laugh. “This is kinda cosy guys.” You said to your chat. You briefly imagined what it would be like in real life to be so close to him.

You moved to Admin where Toast was doing his task. Before you could say a word, Corpse had already killed him and you both vented outside Cafeteria. “Fuck, that was so close,” you muttered, chuckling a little.

“Don’t worry, I got your back,” he replied, making your heart sing a little.

“Oh my hero,” you said, making a point of swooning to your chat, your voice high and airy. “How will I ever repay you?”

He chuckled, “You shouldn’t ask questions like that.”

You flushed at the suggestive tone he had taken, and you hoped it wasn’t noticeable but judging by the comments in your chat, it clearly had been. This was another issue you had with Corpse; he always made these type of comments with you and it was really annoying. You knew there was no chance he was being serious, and sometimes you wished he would stop it purely because it got your hopes up.

delilah: shes BLUSHING dreamofme: uWu yn uWu

You opened your mouth to respond when Dead Body Reported flashed up, bringing your thoughts back to the game.

“Toast and Rae are dead,” Sykuuno said. “I found Rae in Greenhouse and Toast in admin.”

“I was in balcony, I went there from the cafeteria,” you said confidently. You hated being Imposter, especially being teamed with Corpse, who was so good at the game, you had a lot of pressure to do well.

“I was in MedBay, I didn’t see you YN,” Ash accused.

“You only see if they enter through the left door. She entered through the other door,” Corpse answered for you.

“And how do you know that?” Felix asked.

“I was in Cafeteria,” Corpse replied.

“You could’ve vented YN,” Jack said.

“No I couldn’t have, if Ash was in MedBay, she would have seen me. Unless she wasn’t in MedBay,” you suggested, smirking to your cam as you muted. “It’s not going too bad I don’t think? Always feel like I’ve been arrested when I’m Imposter.”

“Little sus of you Ash to say you were in MedBay when you weren’t,” Corpse said. You gaped a little at how easy it was for him to manipulate the situation, it was almost scary.

Ash argued as the other players began to agree and discuss among themselves. You smiled in success at the text on the screen.

Ash has been ejected.

You split up this time, and while you hadn’t really spoken during the game, you kind of missed Corpse’s astronaut next to yours, and you said that to your chat. “Haha, our colours did look cute together, I agree.”

Any previous trepidation you had had disappeared as soon as you had heard his voice; and you realised how much you had missed him. You would simply just need to deal with your feelings; they would go away eventually anyway. You just hoped it wasn’t too late for you to start again with him.

You walked to MedBay with Skyunno, making small talk as you did.

“I’m glad to see you playing with us, it’s been a little while,” he said and you felt bad that you would have to kill him. As you turned towards him, ready to kill as he did his task, Jack walked in. You mouthed oops at the cam.

“What’s going on here?” Jack asked, suspicion in his voice.

“I was just saying how nice it was to have YN here,” Sykunno replied. You stood and faked your task, watching the green bar fill as you did. It would be too risky to kill here.

“Ah yeah, Corpse has been asking after you constantly,” Jack said. You blinked at the response, it had caught you off guard.

“Oh?” you replied simply. You mentally shrugged it off. Of course he would have asked about you, you were friends, that was all.

DEAD BODY REPORTED

“Felix was dead in Reactor,” Corpse announced. “Oh Corpse, you’re taking a risk here” you said to your chat.

“I was in MedBay with Jack and Sykunno,” you replied, smiling as they agreed. “Where were you Ash?”

She sighed sadly. “I was in Labs, but I was doing a task, I swear!” You all agreed quickly that Ash would be the next voted out.

“2 to go,” you said triumphantly. “I thought I was gonna drag Corpse down, but it’s going okay!”

The round started again and you could feel yourself getting tired. Hopefully this wouldn’t be too much longer to finish the game.

You circled round Corpse a few times, hoping that he would understand your signal. Luckily he did, and you both vented to Decontamination where Skyunno and Jack were. The room had already started to emit steam, making it extremely easy for you both to vent unnoticed and kill them both.

You grinned at the Victory message that flashed up.

“Good game guys!” you said. The others congratulated you and Corpse on your win and you smiled at the sound of your names together. You had it bad.

“It was all YN,” Corpse said.

“Pfft you ssh being humble, it was all you,” you replied, taking your hair out of your ponytail and running your hand through it.

“Your hair looks nice,” Corpse commented and your eyes widened. Your heart started to beat a little quicker. How long had he been watching your stream?

“It’s bad to watch someone’s stream without telling them,” you replied, making a show of pouting for the camera.

He laughed a little. “What can I say, I’m a bad guy,” he said, singing the last words. You laughed at the sudden Billie Eilish.

“Guys, either play another game, or get a room,” Felix interrupted. You blushed a little and rolled your eyes, the chat going crazy from the corner of your eye.

“And that’s my cue to exit,” you said, yawning. “Bye guys, have a good night!” You wished everyone and your chat goodnight before closing the stream and leaning back in your chat. You couldn’t believe Corpse had been watching you. You hadn’t said anything too incriminating, but still.

You prepared for bed, settling back into the softness of your pillows as you grabbed your phone - a terrible habit you really needed to stop.

Corpse: Can I call you?

You gulped at the message that appeared on your screen, a gnawing feeling of nervous clung to your throat as you typed yes. His name came up almost instantaneously and your hand shook as you pressed to accept the call.

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, trying to keep your voice even while your heart beat erratically in your chest.

“It was nice playing with you again,” he commented.

You sat up a little as you held the phone against your ear. “Did you call me to tell me that?”

“I haven’t spoken to you in a while.”

You sighed a little. “Yeah, I’ve been a bit busy, sorry - “

“You’re lying to me and I don’t know why,” he replied. You had never heard his voice like that before; so angry and hurt. You tapped your foot against your mattress as you thought what to say.

“I -”

“Did I do something?” he asked. You had been so selfish; blocking him out to avoid being hurt, but you hadn’t thought about his feelings. He was more popular than you were, you had assumed he would be fine, that he wouldn’t care if you were around or not.

“No, you didn’t do anything, I swear -”

“Then what? Because I thought we were friends, close friends and then suddenly you pretty much disappear. But you’re still streaming with other people. It’s pretty shitty of you.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek and looked up, the sting of tears threatening to fall. “It was really shitty of me, I’m sorry.”

“What happened?” he asked. “Please just tell me.”

“I don’t know what I’m meant to say,” you replied softly.

“What do you want to say?”

You blinked, the anticipation of unspoken words caught in your throat, making it hard to swallow. The taste of them was bitter on your tongue. “I...I have feelings for you.”

There. You had said it. There was no taking it back now, and you felt like your heart was about to shatter with every single second of silence that passed. You could hear him swallow on the other end of the phone. “Are you saying you’re in love with me?”

You bit your lip, taking in the meaning of the question he had asked. It wasn’t something you had thought of, you hadn’t conceptualised your feelings for him, not put them in a box labelled love or anything. “I don’t know. I feel something for you. And it kinda sucks being your friend and having those feelings. So I pulled away.”

“Why does it suck?”

You laughed bitterly. “Why wouldn’t it? Feeling something for someone that doesn’t feel the same is fucking shitty.”

“I asked you to flirt with me YN -”

“Yeah, for fun,” you interrupted.

“No, I said for fun, but really I just wanted you to,” he replied. “I feel something for you too. How could I not? Has anything I’ve ever said to you sounded like it was just for fun?” You smiled at his response, your heart no longer on the fit of breaking, but suddenly doing flips and soaring through your chest, radiating warmth through your body.

“Oh,” you said, your brain was overloaded with thoughts, and was apparently no longer capable of coherent sentences.

“Oh? That’s a great response, thanks,” he teased, but you could tell he was smiling as he spoke.

“I wasn’t expecting you to say that, I don’t really know what to say honestly,” you replied.

“Well, baby, how about you say yes to a date?” he asked.

“Yes.”

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evacado3 · 3 years

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I'm sorry I accidently deleted it but this was the request!

Lovelorn

Word count: 675

The cell rattled as you were thrown back in by the guards, desperately chasing for the air that was knocked out of your lungs.

You laughed in amusement while panting sharply, running your fingers through the knotty hair that hasn't been washed for days. You hugged yourself and grinned when that man appeared again. Right in front of your lonely chamber, he mocked

"Had fun?"

"Hell yeah, shit this hurts like fuck though. Yujin give me those pills already."

"I thought you liked the pain y/n, isn’t that why the renowned assassin sold herself to Workers?"

"Shut up! As if you know shit. Damn that guy was strong, where's he from again?"

He threw you a black container of tiny tablets, without thinking you gulped in five, after all, pain isn't something even you could ignore. "He's from Gangseo I recall, don't eat them all at once."

"Uh, it is just me or it's kinda blurry in here?"

"Then the pills are kicking in nicely, rest well my love."

"Heyyyy you said there are no after-effects. Yujin you-" the place spun as your vision blacked out, and with a thud you hit the floor. You could slightly make out a shadow crouching, an arm reaching through the bars. Then a warm hand caressed your cheek, and lifted your chin towards him.

Yujin smiled warmly, "What a pretty thing, for a psycho. If you weren't such a masochist and had more brains, you could've gotten far. It's okay though, I'll keep you here forever, right in this dungeon."

"But I know what you're planning. Don't you underestimate me princess, I can always track you down. Remember, I'm the only one who is willing to love you even at this state."

His threats went unheard as your brain shut down, the only feeling left was the heated hand withdrawing from your face, leaving you wanting for more.

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Cold sweat trailed down your forehead to your neck, nightmares have been reappearing in your dreams lately.

You breathed in and out trying to compose yourself, after that horrid experience you've started to have anxiety attacks, making you unable to continue your old career.

It’s was nearly a two years ago, but you haven’t felt much adrenaline after escaping that hell hole. Maybe, just maybe you would like to feel it again, but pain is a drug. The effects that has imprinted on you is more than enough stop this behavior.

And you got pretty stable this year, getting a small apartment was already a great achievement on its own. Not to mention the easy job you have now as a waitress.

"Y/n! It's your shift, come out." your friend shouted from outside, remind me how you slept in the backroom again?

"Y-yeah, hold on!" you scrambled up and grabbed your apron, rushing out to the counter.

"Hello there, what can I get you?" the man looked down on you, what is he staring at? He has got to be at least two meters tall, with a colorful-looking tie and matching pants.

The uniform looked awfully familiar to your conviction, though you couldn't exactly recall where it's from.

"Can I get a small americano please, thank you." he smiled as he recognizes you. You nodded and signaled him to the waiting area. Goosebumps rose when you felt a pair of eyes from afar, you immediately turn to that man, but he was only checking his phone.

You shivered from the unpleasant feeling, not realizing the limbo outside hid the real culprit.

Yujin stared, those lovesick eyes might fool anyone, but they don't hold any good intentions. "That's the girl you were hellbent on retrieving?" Samuel questioned, he knew he wasn't supposed to meddle between this, but you seemed so ordinary he finds it hard to digest.

"It's her, it’s my princess." Yujin didn't turn back from the window, attention locked on your frowning face whose still trying to find his prickling eyes. 'I missed you so much I thought I was insane'

"I could reclaim you with a click of my fingers now love, you can't run away no more." ====================

The fic is not too long cause there’s another Yujin one(including nsfw hcs) coming out soooo enjoy this for now haha. I do have more ideas for this but I wanted to post something before studying my ass off. Hopefully this fic doesn’t sound too rushed

And I’m having severe problems on trying to name these fics (lovelorn is just another word for lovesick)

#yujin x reader #yujin #lookism yujin #lookism x reader #webtoon lookism #lookism #fics #yandere #yujin is a creep

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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ruined, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Why is there a mostly shirtless man in your bedroom and why is it Kim Namjoon's, your roommate's, fault? All you want to do is play League of Legends, not be visually attacked by ridiculously attractive Jeon Jungkook as his six friends perform living room karaoke at the top of their very drunk lungs.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; classic Namjoon ripping clothes; you don't have to know how to play LoL, I explain most of it; smut (fem reader, dirty talk, begging, scratching / marking, nipple play, edging / orgasm denial, handjob, (unintentional?) voyeurism, little bit of cum-eating, choking, cowgirl, cock warming); non-idol!BTS – purple-haired, kind-of-a-brat, sub!Jungkook x gamer, noona, dom!reader, ft OT6 being chaotic in the background XD

@yn-the-reader linked me in this and I was already writing about him. a prophet, maybe? XD

“WHY ARE YOU SHIRTLESS?”

You died.

Not literally, but also literally.

“Fuck!”

Now you had thirty-seven seconds of gray screen to figure out why the fuck Jeon Jungkook had busted into your bedroom on this cheerful night with his black dress shirt three-quarters of the way unbuttoned, revealing most of his – oh, sweet Satan, very muscular – pecs and the upper half of his abs. He was holding something in his hands, looking helpless and sad, while you were panic buying Liandry's Anguish and experiencing a special form of anguish yourself.

“Noona, um–”

That’s right, because you were in the middle of a League of Legends game, playing Cassiopeia, the Serpent’s Embrace, also known as half-snake lady or the lamia of the champion roster or a mean version of Monster Musume’s Miia (if you know, you know, and if you don’t, be glad you don’t). Your roommate was having friends over after going drinking. All this was fine and dandy with you, because you were going to spend all night wearing headphones and playing League of Legends, therefore ignoring the outside world, until the outside world came to bother you in the form of Kim Namjoon’s – your roommate’s – mostly shirtless friend Jeon Jungkook.

He wasn’t mostly shirtless most of the time, only right now.

“Noona, Namjoon-hyung ripped my shirt…” Jungkook whimpered hesitantly, chewing on his lip. He looked awkward and distraught despite his long dark purple hair giving him a rather fierce, bad-boy look.

Namjoon was a great roommate. He was smart, conversational, and insightful. A chat with him usually led to an enriching, open-minded perspective. He was relatively clean, considerate, communicative, nonjudgmental, fun to be around, and only set the kitchen on fire twice.

The second time was your fault.

You shouldn’t have let Namjoon in the kitchen the second time.

Also, Namjoon with his friends was a wildly chaotic time. All of his friends, especially drunk, were fucking nuts. Normally, they were probably relatively calm people (maybe not Kim Seokjin or Jung Hoseok, they were very excitable), but together they were a mess. You often wondered how they could function as a group.

Currently, however, you were trying to collect your brain cells as you had mere seconds before respawning onto the platform and were forced to play again. Timing in League of Legends was very important. Seconds can mess up wave management of minions and wave mismanagement can lead to game losses if you weren’t careful. The nuances of the game were often ignored by casual players.

You were, in short, a nerd about it.

“Fucking s-shit, what h-happened?” you sputtered out, turning back to your screen, unable to look at mostly shirtless Jungkook because he was MOSTLY SHIRTLESS. Honestly, he had quite nice pecs, and you should not be thinking about that, but it was incredibly distracting, just like how it used to be distracting when Namjoon was shirtless, but several years of living with him made you accustomed to his impressive pectoral muscles, to the point where you could joke about them with him.

But this was not Namjoon – this was his younger friend Jungkook and you had no idea Jungkook was ripped, mostly because you didn’t pay attention to Namjoon’s friends.

There were too many of them and you were too introverted for that.

“I don’t know, he just grabbed my shirt and it ripped and I managed to find all the buttons, but, but…”

Cassiopeia respawned on the platform and you couldn’t ignore the snake lady any longer. You had to play the game because four random people on your team were counting on you and you couldn’t exactly type, sorry, there’s a hot man in my room with his shirt practically off and I don’t know what to do with my life, so you had to suck it up and play the damn game.

Right-clicking and keeping your eyes only on your computer monitor.

Half-listening to that trembling, silvery voice coming up behind you, making your hairs stand on end even though all he was doing was dumping the tiny buttons on your desk.

Oh, fuck me, you thought to yourself.

“Can you repair it? Please? My mom bought me this shirt and Namjoon-hyung said you can sew, so maybe you can sew them back on? Please?”

“Yes, Jungkook, I can, just not right now, I’m in the middle of a game,” you rambled, suddenly trading damage with the enemy Viktor, trying to avoid the laser from the Machine Herald, swearing under your breath as you stutter-stepped and stunned him, poisoning him quickly enough with your abilities to avoid dying. “I will help you, I just – fucking shit, get the fuck away from me Udyr, fuck!”

“Wow, you curse a lot, noona. It’s kind of funny.”

“I – fuck– I mean, sometimes, and what are you guys doing out there? It sounds like a deranged cabaret club,” you remarked, ticking your head towards the direction of your bedroom door.

“Karaoke!” Jungkook replied brightly, still standing behind you, why was he standing behind you, it was freaking you out a little, but Ocean Dragon was being taken and a team fight was about to happen, so you had to ignore it and support your teammates in chasing down the enemy support.

Seokjin hit a high note that was so shrill that you heard it through your headphones.

“… Wow, he’s got some lungs on him.”

“Do you wanna join us, noona?”

“I can’t sing.”

“Neither can we.”

“Pretty sure all of you can sing better than I can, even Yoongi and Namjoon. I’m fucking terrible.”

“I’m not that good.”

You barely survived with thirty hit points after that debacle of a team fight, but your team had the dragon and you all were slowly on your way to victory. You pressed the ‘B’ key to return to base, but kept your eyes on the screen, lest Udyr, the Spirit Walker and serial bear stun-slapping enemy jungler, ran your ass down and killed you.

“Jungkook, your voice is absolutely heavenly. Fucking beautiful. I’m sure every human being on Earth would want to be serenaded by you.”

Silence that you didn’t notice was awkward for him because you were too busy letting out a sigh of relief and building your next item, typing quickly to your teammates. You all were about to set up for vision around Baron Nashor, a large purple worm-dragon monster that when killed provided a significant, sometimes game-ending buff.

“R… really?”

“Yeah, and you’re handsome, gorgeous, and hot as hell too, so the whole damn package,” you responded absentmindedly, realizing the enemy were trying to split-push and trade objectives so you sent some pings to your teammate to take care of that as you accompanied the main group to help clear waves of minions.

Heat.

You heard him shift beside you and suddenly his face was next to yours, watching your screen closely.

Side-step, cast your ultimate, cast your Miasma ability to ground the enemies and prevent them from dashing away, switching between auto-attacking and piercing them with Twin Fang, all in the span of a mild freak-out because why was Jungkook so FUCKING close?

“Wow, you’re so good at League.”

“I’m Diamond rank, so not that good, but definitely better than all seven of you combined.”

“Haha, true, we’re all pretty bad,” Jungkook laughed next to your ear and, oh, shit, is warm breath feathered on your neck, why weren’t you wearing a turtleneck or something and not your self-cropped oversized band t-shirt and slinky black leggings, why weren’t you cocooned in layers of clothes, because you were quickly highly aware of how attractive Namjoon’s friends were.

To top it all off, you were in the middle of a game, so you just had to tolerate it and stay calm for the sake of your teammates and your elo.

“Maybe you could teach us and we’ll teach you something in return.”

“You guys don’t even listen to each other, why would I assume you all would listen to me?”

“I’d listen to you, noona.”

Now your team was doing the Baron dance, skirting in and out of vision, daring the other team to make a move, daring each other to make a mistake so the other could capitalize on it, slowly, slowly, watch the waves, watch the minimap. Careful. You could control the situation if you were calm and not too trigger-happy. Tension in your fingers and tension in your neck because your roommate’s friend was right next to your head, observing your every move.

His violet hair brushed your shoulder.

Soft, delicate strands against your skin.

“You’re more experienced, so you would know what to do.”

Your support snap-engaged a fight and you were immediately in the zone, right clicking rapidly, cycling through your abilities, keeping track of the opponents’ spells, determined not to let any of them get away, following your teammate’s calls and not hesitating, because hesitation as death and loss, and you were so close to winning you could taste it, going after it with passionate vigor and a slow-forming grin, seeing and hearing the in-game announcer declaring, QUADRA KILL.

You didn’t kill all five of them because someone took the pentakill from you.

You might have cared about that except your ear exploded into clapping as Jungkook excitedly applauded for you, cheering you on, reminding you that a mostly shirtless man was standing right next to you.

Thanks, Namjoon, you thought sarcastically.

“Wow, you played that so well, dodging the Viktor ult and stunning three people like that–”

You felt your cheeks heat at the compliments, busying yourself with your team killing Baron. You didn’t usually have someone commenting on your games. Your eyes flickered to the small buttons on your desk.

Especially not a mostly shirtless guy.

Mostly shirtless hot guy.

Back to screen, seeing your jungler’s typed instructions, suggesting you all to destroy as many structures as you could and then prepare for the next fight for Ocean Dragon Soul and – oh? Your eyebrows raised as the screen abruptly jerked to the enemy base, the nexus inside exploding into shiny gem-like fragments that became the VICTORY banner.

“They surrendered?” you uttered with surprise, clicking on the CONTINUE button. “Why?”

Your eyes flickered to the kill score.

“Oh, thirty-two to nine… maybe that’s why….”

Your team had the nine deaths and the opponent team had thirty-two so, well, maybe that’s why they surrendered the game.

“Aw, that’s no fun,” Jungkook pouted as you clicked on the damage screen. Second most damage. Okay, you could take that. You were a little distracted.

“So, about your problem–”

You spun around to, ack, realize that, yes, Jungkook’s shirt was still flapped wide open to expose his chest like an unwrapped piece of caramel candy. He seemed to realize it too, making a surprised face and yanking the sides closed, as if you hadn’t gotten a damn eyeful already.

“I can resew the buttons back on, but you should borrow a shirt from Namjoon in the meantime,” you managed to say, clearing your throat. “Because I, ah, can’t really sew it when you’re still wearing the shirt.”

“Oh… Oh, right, yeah.”

Then he started yanking his shirt out of his slacks.

UMMMMMMM.

Usually, you didn’t care about this stuff. Men were men. They had chests. But you had things you liked too. Just like how men like tits and ass, you liked well-built pecs and forearms. Actually, you appreciated a nice ass and thighs too. And cute faces. Fuck, you loved a cute face.

“Uh, Jungkook…”

He looked up, questioningly. Big round brown eyes, his violet bangs framing his chiseled jaw, parted pink lips, the small mole underneath his lower lip looking so, so kissable, quivering slightly.

Fuck, Jungkook had a cute face.

His shirt was very open.

Fuck, his lightly tanned skin.

He was hesitating around a button, his deft fingers flexed, ink black tattoos standing out on his knuckles and the back of his hand. Your legs were slightly spread, thighs flush to your gaming chair. Half a second and Jungkook’s eyes flickered back up to your face, pretending he hadn’t been looking.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Are you really just gonna strip in my room and walk out asking Namjoon for a shirt and hope none of the six guys think anything about it?”

His eyes shifted around your room. Bed with black sheets and black velvet duvet. Television with your gaming consoles. Your collection of character figurines from various games. Your black denim jacket hanging on a hook, covered in monotone patches that you had sewn yourself, mostly occult-themed, skeletons, skulls, cats, ghosts, potions, eyeballs, that kind of thing. Back to your desk.

Your legs.

Really staring at your thighs, hips, and crotch.

Up your torso, your hands, your exposed collarbones.

Your face.

Guarding his expression, testing the waters.

“Maybe,” Jungkook said slowly. His eyes darted away and back, teeth catching his lower lip. “I really am hoping you can fix my shirt.”

You watched his face carefully, the flare of darkness in those brown orbs, a hint of naughtiness, dancing with danger. Jungkook had a mischievous streak. You could tell by the way he interacted with his hyungs, listening but talking back, helping them with things but not without a roll of his eyes or a smart remark added, probably because all his friends were older and he was the youngest. He knew he could get away with it.

In short.

Brat.

“What would you like in return, noona?” Jungkook purred, smile dancing on his lips.

Honorifics were supposed to honor you. Show a sign of respect and all that shit.

All I wanted to do was play video games, you grumbled internally. Not suddenly have a thirst fest for one of Namjoon’s best friends. You narrowed your eyes a little, seeing the smirk on that perfectly shaped mouth. He’s not stopping either.

Outside your room, something fell with a loud crash. Probably Namjoon by the depth of that startled yelp. Everyone else started laughing and a very loud, cheerful melody was blasting from the living room television. Nobody was coming to investigate you and Jungkook.

Yet.

“Turn around and ask for a shirt,” you sighed, waving a hand. “Then take off your shirt in the bathroom and then, only then, do you come back and give me your dress shirt.”

You saw Jungkook frown, not expecting that as your answer.

“Oh. Okay.”

He seemed disappointed, lowering his hands.

The silky fabric of the dress shirt slid off his right shoulder, partly revealing his tattoo sleeve and fully revealing his right collarbone and shoulder.

You sucked in a breath, eyes flickering to it. Then his face. Then back to his body. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Jungkook jumped, startled by the fallen fabric and reached over to grab the fallen collar. Your hand moved faster than you had time to think. You had good reaction time. It was the gaming obsession.

You slapped his hand down.

Jungkook squeaked, head snapping up, purple hair floating around him, gold chain on his neck glittering as he swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. Strangely, his chain resembled your sterling silver choker that you were wearing right now, except you also wore another necklace with a circular white gold pendant with your zodiac sign.

Not that anyone was ever close enough to inspect it.

“N-Noona?” he breathed, sounding strangely winded.

Shit.

You hadn’t meant to do that. Your body reacted faster than your head.

Shit.

Fuck, he had a nice body. His pecs. Even had a nice dark nipple – well, he probably had two, but you could only see one at the moment – and it all trimmed down to a slim waist and shapely hips. You could tell because of his tailored black slacks. He had been wearing a blazer earlier in the evening too. It was probably on a chair somewhere in the apartment.

Shit.

What did Jungkook need to look so damn good for?

“Where did you guys go to be dressed like that?”

Yes, you were really just going to interrogate him with his shirt dangling off like that.

Jungkook chewed on his lower lip, the tiny mole underneath bouncing up and down as he spoke. “We went to a fancy hotel rooftop bar to celebrate Yoongi-hyung’s award that he won at the music show for producing that song–”

“Ah, right, Namjoon mentioned that earlier today.” Dress code must have been black tie.

Those dark brown eyes found yours, observing you carefully.

“I would have liked to see you there, noona.”

You stopped staring at the tattoos on his bicep and made eye contact. Fuck. Those eyes. Sparkling with deviousness. Trying to see how far he could push your buttons.

“I wonder what kind of dress would you have worn?” he murmured, musing to himself. “I bet you would have looked hotter than any girl there.” Jungkook smiled, playful and boyish. He wasn’t being sleazy about it. Every word was light and honest. “A tight little black dress? Maybe bright red? Short, because you have incredible legs. It would be a crime not to show them off.” He was only complimenting you. His tone wasn’t trying to be suggestive.

Yet.

You didn’t close your legs. You had nothing to be shy about.

Instead, you leaned back in your gaming chair as if it was a throne, resting your left elbow on the armrest and your chin on two fingers, thighs wide open, and your other hand in between them, fingers curled inward to your inner thigh.

Jungkook’s pink lips curved ever higher, ever more roguish.

“Whatever you would have chosen, you would have looked so, so sexy.”

You ticked your head.

“I know.”

Because you did.

Look here, Jeon Jungkook, I’m here minding my own damn business and you’re here inserting yourself into my life, so if you can’t handle me knowing my self-worth, you can fuck right off.

He reached up and tucked a bit of his purple hair behind his right ear, grinning at you.

“You sure you don’t want anything from me?” he asked, a slight flicker of pink tongue between white teeth. “I can give first and then you can decide whether or not you want to help.”

Honestly, those sultry eyes could stop a heart.

You removed your hand from your chin, tapping the air with those two fingers in a dismissive manner.

“Hm.”

Outside, Kim Taehyung and Jung Hoseok were singing a soulful duet and Park Jimin was hooting at inappropriate moments to ruin the atmosphere as much as possible. That raspy, breathless laugh was Min Yoongi, who was probably doubled over on the floor in his expensive suit. Classic genius music producer of the year behavior right there.

Jungkook tucked his hands in his pockets, shirt sleeve falling down, revealing his blacked-out inner elbow. Mountains with a dark sky. It must have hurt, doing something like that. Still, he did it. For aesthetics?

You heard the smirk rather than seeing it, mostly because you were looking at his body.

“I would look so damn good on you, noona.”

Alright.

You closed your eyes slowly and reopened them to look directly into those dangerous, dangerous eyes.

“Lock the door.”

Not really an order. More of a statement. Jungkook could do it or not, you knew. He couldn’t be coerced to do anything. He did things because he wanted to do them. He was nice because he wanted to be nice. He was childish when he wanted to be childish.

And.

Jungkook was obedient when he wanted to be obedient.

He turned around, went to your bedroom door, and locked it.

Well then.

He came back and stood in front of you. A little closer now.

You cocked an eyebrow. “They’re going to come looking for you.”

Jungkook smiled down at you. “I’m sure they will.”

You frowned, lowering your hand to tap the end of the armrest. “They’re going to think I started this.”

“You kind of did.”

Your eyes narrowed sharply. He grinned, taking a step closer.

“Because it’s not my fault you look so good,” Jungkook breathed, voice deepening, leaning down, your expression unchanging, not pulling back but not encouraging anything either. “Not my fault your body is hotter than a summer. Not my fault your confidence is the biggest turn-on I’ve ever had in my life.”

Your thighs were still as open as his shirt.

Jungkook put his knee in between them.

His dress shirt was basically almost completely off his body now, falling off the left shoulder too and dangling off his forearms, exposed collarbones and shoulders, tan skin taut over muscle. A delicious body line, so fucking close to you that you could feel the heat. You still didn’t do anything. You weren’t going to do anything. You didn’t prompt this. You were simply minding your own business commanding a snake lady to victory, not expecting to get seduced by a mischievous bunny-like smile and a tiny black mole under a cute pout.

“I can’t help myself around you.”

You usually didn’t say more to Namjoon’s friends than a mere hello, not wanting to bother them with your presence. They were all men after all. You expected them to want bro time or whatever. Also, you were too busy being obsessed with men that didn’t exist in real life to pursue men that did exist in real life.

At least League of Legends had 3D models so no one could say you lived only the 2D lifestyle.

That didn’t mean that you didn’t partake when the dinner laid themselves out to be eaten. They often had to, because you wouldn’t pay attention otherwise.

Purple hair drifted into your vision, surrounding you in a curtain of violet and dark brown eyes, warm exhale and trembling pink lips, trapping you in Jungkook’s gaze, but you refused to relent, keeping your gaze even. Steady breaths to disguise your racing heart.

You kept your hands closed to prevent him from seeing your shaking fingers.

“Every time I see you, I want you to touch me,” he whispered, trying to hide the edge of nervousness by lowering his voice, enticing you to lean in to hear him better because someone was wiping a damn window in the living room outside your door or was that Kim Seokjin laughing?

There was no difference.

Jungkook’s forehead touched yours and you stopped thinking about Seokjin.

“I just want you to feel me up, rip my clothes off, and fuck me until I can’t think straight. Use me, abuse me, wreck me, ruin me,” he shuddered, definitely thinking about it, and one blink and you spied the obvious tent in his pants.

“Maybe I’m a lazy girl,” you finally said, touching your nose to his, inhaling his breath, a little bit of alcohol, a little bit of fruitiness, and that hint of cologne, fresh, clean, and intense. Something else too. Musk, maybe his pheromones or something like that. Whatever it was smelled fucking delicious, just like you. What did your perfume smell like? Spiced fire blended with addictive sweetness.

You shrugged casually.

“Maybe I’m a pillow princess.”

Jungkook chuckled.

“I can tell you’re not.”

You had to smirk.

Of course, you weren’t.

You closed your thighs around his knee and squeezed, raising to your tiptoes. He gasped softly, shivering at the simple touch of your soft thighs pressing around his muscular leg. It was disturbingly noisy out there, but here it was silent, pared down to your breathing and Jungkook’s breathing, mixing together, blazingly hot, closer, closer, doing the careful dance, daring each other to make the move that was so obviously going to happen.

“What are you gonna say when they ask you where you’ve been all this time?” you whispered, avoiding letting your lips brush against his.

“The truth.”

His tongue flickered out and barely touched your lips.

You didn’t make a sound.

Jungkook moaned, the sound drifting into your throat, and you could taste his desire.

“I tripped and fell into your lap.”

Your lips curved into a smirk.

He kissed you.

His hands on the armrests of your rolling chair, pushing it back into your desk, pressing his lips to yours, inhaling deeply, wanting to breathe you, wanting to taste you, wanting you, shivering as you finally touched him with your hands, but this was you, and your first touch wasn’t going to be wasted on a conventional innocent touch.

Your fingers closed in on his rock-hard erection and stroked him through his pants.

Jungkook moaned your name right in your mouth, eyes half-lidded, his violet hair encircling your face as he rolled his hips into your palm, whining deep in his chest.

“Fuck, yes, noona, play with me…”

You flitted your tongue between his lips and he chased it, begging you for more, and yet you continued to tease, light flicks between those soft pillows, nipping at them, even pushing up his lower lip so the tip of your tongue could draw a small heart around that mole, kissing it, so gentle, so delicate. His entire body shook, your hand palming his hardness through his pants, nails scraping against his balls, caressing all of it, acting like you owned it. Jungkook was certainly humping your hand like you did.

“You only want me because I didn’t want you,” you taunted, not bothering to hide your smirk and your slight disapproval.

“That’s not true,” he panted, attempting to get you to touch his chest, pushing you back into your chair, and yet you kept the fingers of your free hand on the cusp of what he wanted, heat close but no contact, causing him to whimper every time your fingernails barely nicked his skin. “I want you because you’re pretty, gorgeous, and hot as hell.”

Hm, that sounded familiar.

“I want you because I love watching you play your favorite games,” he chuckled, kissing the side of your lips, nose to nose. “I want you because I love that little smirk you make when you do something good. I want you because I love that aggressiveness that comes out and how you seem to lose your filter. Shit, it’s so fucking hot when you’re focused. Makes me wanna see your face when you’re pinning me down and having your way with me. Makes me want to obey you and disobey you at the same time, because I want you to reward me and punish me, I just can’t decide, fuck, you make life so hard for me.”

He punctuated hard by violently humping your hand, rattling your desk with his force.

Outside you heard Namjoon yelling “CANNONBALL” and throwing himself onto that giant gray furry beanbag you paid far too much for about six months ago. It was now a household party favorite, due to its massive size and fluffiness. At the moment, it sounded like a pile of six guys in semi-formal clothing was beginning and, instead of watching this heap of hot dudes being constructed, you were making out with the seventh guy’s face and grabbing his dick.

You’ll take this trade.

You felt Jungkook’s hands groping around, undoing his pants and the zipper, trying to get you to touch more, more, desperate for you to be all over him.

“P-Please… please, I don’t know when they’re going to notice…” he pleaded. “You’re so close, so close, ah, I can’t think, please…”

“Shh…” you soothed. “The door is locked.”

Your fingertips finally touched his chest, not disappointed in the slightest when you touched those delicious-looking pecs. They felt just as nice under your palm, his pounding heart and wanton moan vibrating up your arm.

“Aren’t you a needy little brat trying to distract me from my games, hm?”

Your fingertips hooked over the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“You’re going to have to face the consequences, Jungkook.”

You said his name like a delicious sweet about to be eaten, growl in your throat as you yanked down his underwear, capturing his lips, robbing him of his cries as you clawed down his chest, grasping his cock and pumping him, long, complete strokes from base to tip, curling your fingers around his balls, juggling them with your fingers teasingly as he squirmed and groaned. Your free arm shot around his back, digging your nails into his spine, not letting him get away. His black dress shirt was falling, falling to your floor, his bluish-purple hair in your face and his strong hands on your shoulders, sliding down, kneading your breasts through your clothes, whining that you were still wearing a bra – of course, you were, six dudes were coming over and they didn’t need to see your magnificent nipples on display, although clearly one of them wanted to see – and he was trying to get to the hem of your shirt, but you smacked his hands away, building the pressure and speed, pre-cum leaking between your fingers and adding slickness to lessen the dry friction.

Fuck, you could smell him and he smelled so fucking good.

“Noona, please…” Jungkook gasped, hands on the armrests of your chair, tipping his head back at the pleasure, pants at his fucking knees, chest, crotch, thighs on display. “This is… embarrassing…”

He meant him being mostly naked and you being dressed.

You shrugged, acting indifferent. “Not for me.”

He whimpered at your words, so noticeably dominant despite not using an aggressive or commanding tone. Either that or he was very invested in you jacking him off. You suspected it was a combination of the two, considering how eagerly his cock twitched when you answered.

“What should I do, Jungkook? Should I let you cum? Or should I play with you and stop, make you put your clothes back on and walk out there, desperate to be finished off?” you mused aloud, running your nails up his back, not that hard, but he leaned back into it so they sank into him, wordlessly begging you to do it harder, so you did, setting your jaw and scratching at his back, forcing him back into position. His cock throbbed in your hand, pulsating wildly.

Hm, he really loved it, huh.

“P-Please… wanna cum, please don’t be mean…” he gasped, thrusting his hips into your punishingly tight grip.

“Hm, why does it matter? You’ll just run to the bathroom and finish yourself off anyway, right?”

“Want you to do it, please,” he begged, his long hair curling around his jaw, dark purple locks framing the sharpness, lashes fluttering as you rubbed your thumb against the underside of the head, smearing pre-cum over the slit. “Your hand feels so good, so fucking good, better than I thought, please, I need you to touch me or I can’t get off, please…”

You removed your hand.

Jungkook cried out in denied despair, pitch hiking, the sinful sound clearly audible despite the debaucherously loud ruckus outside your bedroom door that included not one, but two people howling like werewolves for some unknown reason. At this point, you were mildly curious.

But you had a job to do.

He grabbed the front of your shirt, almost sobbing with need. Somehow his violet hair was a mess and you hadn’t even touched it. It cascaded over one of his eyes, an indigo curtain, the other chocolate orb shaking and pupil dilated, black prominent in the dark brown.

“Please don’t–”

You shoved two fingers from your right hand into that pleading mouth and raised your left.

He choked, gagging a little on your fingers.

You stuck your tongue out and licked your palm, slathering it with a thick layer of slick saliva.

Jungkook’s eyes widened at the dirty action and then rolled back into his head as you wrapped your hand around his aching cock once more, now covered in saliva, swiftly and fervently jacking him off, hard, fast, tight, nearly choking his cock, pushing his chin up and his chest to your hungry mouth, tongue and teeth and lips, all over those dark nipples hardening under your persistent touch, heedless to his rising moans, so very obvious now what was happening in your bedroom.

It didn’t bother you at all. Jungkook walked in here and asked you to wreck and ruin him, so you did exactly what he asked you to do, leaving harsh bite marks and slippery saliva all over his soft skin, your perfume rubbing off onto his body, coating his chest in your scent and his pulsating thick length with your spit, and he was so fucking hard that you were impressed, feeling his mouth suck on your fingers desperately and wetly, your name a messy garble above your head.

“Fuck, yes, umpf, oh fuck, I’m so close, so close, gonna cum, goona cum for you…!”

“Jungkook?”

You had no idea who called his name through your door, because the next second Jungkook was pitching forward and shooting his cum up your thigh and chest, thick white strings painting your leggings and band t-shirt, soaking into the fabric and creating a sticky mess on your skin, your head lifting in response to his movement to avoid knocking into him, your fingers sliding out of his lips, strings of saliva snapping as they left, and suddenly Jungkook’s face was in your face, his lips on yours in a passionate kiss, rutting into your hand to increase the sensitivity, shoulders and hips flinching, whimpering gratitude and ecstasy into your mouth, his hands in your hair, kissing you deeper, more ravenously, ignoring the questioning voices, lost in the pleasure of his orgasm.

You heard Namjoon say outside your door, “I think he made his move.”

You asshole, at least warn me, you thought irritably.

“You’re so good… so good, exactly what I need… I knew you would be… fuck…”

You thrust your tongue into his lips once and backed off, chuckling as he whined for more.

“Go ask for a shirt.”

Jungkook shook his head rapidly, violet hair flying everywhere. Your hand was still wrapped around his semi-hard cock, his cum dripping onto your wrist. His ears were turning red.

“I can’t… They know something is going on…” he mumbled, scooting closer to you, as if your body heat could somehow mask the fact that you just jacked him off with six of his friends standing outside your bedroom door whispering.

“Maybe you wanted them to know.”

You squeezed his ass and he trembled, clutching your shoulders.

“Easy way to tell them that you want to be owned by me, right?”

You could tell by the way his eyes were darting around rapidly that the thought crossed his mind more than once.

“Jungkook.”

You said it loud enough for a keen ear to hear it if they were really eavesdropping. You looked up at Jungkook, his eyes immediately fixating on yours because of your tone.

In control, not to be questioned.

“Get on your knees.”

Dead silence outside your bedroom.

“B… but…”

His cheeks flushed pink.

You took his chin and pulled him down to your face, murmuring to that mole under his lips, pecking it daintily, almost innocently, his wispy moan drifting over your nose. Your words were barely above a whisper, only for him.

“You made a mess. Clean it up.”

You stroked Jungkook’s chin with your thumb, your other hand tucking his long hair behind his ear.

“I’ll let you sleep in my bed tonight, so be a good boy for me right now and I’ll let you be a bad boy in bed.”

His head tilted and Jungkook whispered your name into your mouth, drenched with desire.

You smirked, stroking his jaw fondly.

He got to his knees, in between your open thighs, leaning forward, subservient eyes on your face as his pink tongue extended, licking at his own cum staining your clothes, eyes closing at your hand on the top of his head, not directing the movement, but reminding him who was in charge here, reminding him with nails in his scalp that he was going to be fucked until he couldn’t think straight.

Used, abused, wrecked, ruined.

“I don’t wanna.”

“We both know you do.”

“But I want to fuck you,” Jungkook protested, speaking softly because everyone was sleeping, or at least it seemed that way, not that either you or Jungkook cared, because you were forcing him to his knees on your bed, pushing his torso back, nails digging into his chest, towering over him, his naked body already covered in your bites and scratches, focused on his inner thighs and chest, none on his neck because that’s where he wanted it the most.

And you knew it.

“Noona, please…”

He said please a lot for someone who did not, in fact, want to be pleased, but tortured.

You grabbed him by the chin, cocking an eyebrow.

His hands were behind him, arms shaking as they held him up, shivering delightfully under your petrifying gaze.

“Please what? Hm? Saying please when you come crawling into my room, begging for dirty things with your friends right outside, saying please when you interrupt me and distract me, jeopardizing my chances to win my game?”

You leaned in close, you knowing you were only crafting a scene, him knowing that you didn’t actually care, but Jungkook wanted to hear the words, wanted you to put that malice in your tone to caress his ears, wanted you to cannibalize his sanity and put him in a different headspace, his cock already responding to it, bobbing in the air, purple-red and achingly hard from multiple orgasms, and he still wanted more.

“Saying please so you can say please when you’re under me, helplessly begging me to let you cum?”

You could hear his whines vibrating under your fingertips, pupils blown wide, lower lip trembling, begging you already, such a needy little thing, those lovely brown eyes full of submission, muscles tense with anticipation, every passing second spiraling him into increased frustration, because instead of doing anything, you were only smirking wider and wider, pushing his head back.

“Well? Tell me if you’re a dirty boy or not. Maybe I’ll do what you want.”

His violet hair cascaded to his shoulder blades, his low moan coursing through your fingertips and the heated air of your bedroom.

“Y… Yes, I’m a d-dirty boy…”

“Noona,” you prompted.

Just because you could.

His lips curved into an open smile, two of your fingers hooked over his lower lip, fingertips rubbing his tongue. Your thumb nail pressed into his mole.

“Noona.”

You ripped the condom open with your teeth, which was not advisable unless you were the kind of person that practiced that for hours on end, spending an obscene amount of money on unused condoms to perfect your technique, because nobody wants a broken condom or lube in their teeth. Why would you want to learn such a thing? You were a stickler for details. A perfectionist in perfecting a perfect display of raw dominance.

You spat out the torn corner onto Jungkook’s chest and he whimpered, unashamedly amazed.

Your left hand removed the condom from the package and your right slid out of his mouth and encircled his neck.

You inspected the condom, lazily turning it to the correct position, fingers pressed to the sides of his neck, leaving plenty of space for his trachea between your thumb and forefinger. You didn’t bother looking at his face. Instead, you spread your legs, poised and naked over him and his throbbing cock.

Your right hand started choking him.

Your left hand started rolling the condom down his thick, hard length.

Your name leaked out of his lips in a thin gurgle, his eyes rolling back into his head.

“Say please, Jungkook.”

A sharp, distinct order.

“P… Please…” he gasped out, chest shuddering.

Your hand tightened around his throat and your pussy clenched around his cock as you forced yourself down on him.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck…”

You didn’t bother asking if he liked it. His vicious fisting of your sheets and trembling body, cries and cock included, told you everything you needed to know. You only watched the color of his cheeks, knowing there were limits to how long you could choke him. Therefore there was no time to be wasted, already starting your favorite pace, rough and hard, filling yourself with that delicious cock built to take your abuse, jaw set, gripping his throat, blood pounding under your fingertips, slapping hips to crotch, heat sparking though your veins, hotter, hotter, your smirk growing more and more smug, tongue tracing your lips as you witnessed Jungkook’s descent into sin, raising his head so he could watch you bounce on his cock with hazed brown orbs, mouth open, tongue lolling out, circulation thinning, purple hair wild around that cute, distressed face.

You let up the pressure on his neck, dark snicker rumbling in your chest.

“This pussy worth it, brat?”

The rush of missing blood into his brain, the suffocating pleasure of your pulsating walls wrapped around his twitching cock, your authoritative growl and merciless words tearing through him – you saw it all taking over Jungkook, forced to respond honestly from pure instinct because there was no time to compile pretty words or a smart comeback.

“Yes, noona, yes, I love it, I love it, this brat fucking loves what you do to him…”

You immediately choked him again and slapped your pussy onto his cock like you were whipping him.

His eyes rolled back and a wild moan tore out of his chest, cut off by your hand.

The bed creaked under you, bearing the weight of your roughness.

“I know you love it,” you snarled, leaning in, fucking him into your bed with vigor, straining his knees, so uncomfortable and so comfortable for him at the same time, pain and pleasure, clearly something he craved and loved from how hard he was. “You said you need me to touch you or you can’t get off.”

You knew that couldn’t be true.

Jungkook probably got off hundreds of times thinking about you, otherwise he wouldn’t be so ecstatic about you violently riding his dick right now.

His teeth sank into his swollen lower lip, staring at you through his lashes, his voice a thin whisper laced with insatiable need.

“I can’t cum without you anymore.”

You removed your hand.

Your hips stopped abruptly, fulling sheathing his cock inside you.

“No!”

His shout was so loud and desperate that you had to conceal your surprise, not expecting the frantic ferocity of his tone, nearly an agonized sob as he grabbed your upper arms in a crushing grip, his indigo locks crashing into his high cheekbones, sticking to his sweaty face and sharp jaw. It took everything in you to stay calm, everything to not give in and let him have what he wanted. Maybe it was stubbornness, maybe it was knowing the role you were playing, maybe it was the sadistic side of you, who the fuck knew, but there was only a beat of hesitation, a second of you staring into those beautiful dark brown eyes, so perfect.

Just perfect.

Perfectly wrecked, willing to do anything in this moment for you to continue.

Before he could utter a peep of a plea, you shook out of his grip and seized his head, crashing his lips onto your neck.

Jungkook bit you.

Instant, searing pain, taking out all his sexual frustration on your neck, sucking at the skin, hot tongue lapping, groaning, moaning, half-crying because you didn’t move. You just sat on his dick and forced his mouth onto your neck, gleefully savoring his despair, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to feel the pleasure, his hands and nails digging into your waist, his teeth latched to the side of your throat, his stiff cock shuddering inside you, your tight heat keeping him hard but not letting him cum, repeatedly squeezing the engorged head brutally, driving him insane.

Insane.

You could feel his lips move, but you muffled his words, pushing his head into your neck.

Please.

Deep inhale, his wonderful scent filling your nose.

Please.

Riding the high that was Jungkook’s desire for you, fingers tangled into violet strands.

Please.

He felt so, so good, spoon-feeding the dom in you with his tiny whimpers and distraught sniffles.

“P… Please…”

You pressed your lips to his hair, murmuring his name sweetly.

“Jungkook.”

No quiver to your tone, only serene calm.

“Noona…”

His hands slid up your back as your hips began to rock, slow, so painfully slow, building the frenzy layer by layer, his hardness swelling inside you, his soft lips pressed to his hickey onto your neck, even more turned on because he knew you let him mark you, he knew in this moment you were his and only his, everything he wanted and more, his hips rising to meet yours, deepening your thrusts, matching your force, burying his face into your skin and your scent, wanting nothing more than your command over his body.

You turned his head, tucking his hair behind one ear, speaking dark whispers into that curve.

“You look the best when on your knees for me, Jungkook.”

He shivered, your name falling sloppily from his lips, drunk from your power and lost in his service.

You let go of his head and grabbed his shoulders instead, putting all of your weight onto him, now letting yourself chase it, chase the orgasm that you had been building for yourself all this time, letting yourself feel Jungkook and feel the full force of the pleasure he gave you, because, yes, of course, you served him first before you, even if it didn’t seem like it.

Because when it came down to it, Jungkook came to you, opening himself petal by petal to show you his vulnerable side, testing the waters, hoping, wishing, praying that maybe, just maybe, you were the kind of person that he was expecting, wanting, needing, and you, knowing how difficult that was because, well, you had made it difficult, only focusing on games and not on those longing eyes that watched you whenever you came into his view.

Eyes that you looked into now.

Half-lidded, glazed over, fucked-out, still honest.

His large hands were still on your waist, holding you to him as you rode him with furious slaps, muscles flexed in his chest and arms, tattoos on his right arm tense and taut from holding this position for so long. He looked so good. Felt so good. Had an amazing cock.

And fuck.

Jungkook had a cute face.

You genuinely smiled.

“I’ll take care of everything,” you drawled, injecting your words with conviction and adoration.

That did it.

His lips parted, low groan emitting from his throat as his head tipped back, purple waterfalling onto his back, thrusting up into you and shooting into the condom with fierce jolts, unable to hold back any longer, his entire length flinching uncontrollably, sweet whimpers at his release, feeling sorry that he didn’t let you cum first, but that didn’t matter, because you rode through it, already there, falling, falling, your sigh like laden smoke as your orgasm slammed into you, welcoming the bolts of cruel pulses flying through you, concentrated onto your core, Jungkook’s moans hiking into pitched ecstasy at the convulsing clenches of his oversensitive, overused cock, arms embracing you tightly, hugging you for dear life, chest to chest, pounding heart against yours.

Your fingers tangled into his hair.

His hand fitted around your head.

Lips to lips and you took care of everything, claiming that mouth as yours, holding him up even though you were the one in his lap, your kiss onto that perfect mole under that pretty pout, cherishing every mumble of your name, lowering him onto your pillows, soft kisses in between. You took care of everything, lifting yourself off him, chuckling as he whined, pawing for you to come back, but you rapped his knuckles and calmed him, removing the condom and cleaning him off gently with a towel, soft kisses in between because he wanted the attention, deliberately not closing his eyes until you crawled back into the bed, tucking the covers around you and him, Jungkook immediately turning and yanking you into his chest, nose against your skin.

“Who’s the pillow princess?” you teased, ruffling his long violet locks.

His lips pressed onto your hickey, his mark on you, and he sighed in content, drifting into sleep.

In the morning, you found a pile of five guys in the living room sleeping in various positions on the giant gray furry beanbag and the sofa. Jungkook was in your bed, passed out. The last guy, Min Yoongi, was in Kim Namjoon’s room, sleeping on his bed, because he was a smart man and took advantage of a perfectly good bed that five drunk hooligans undoubtedly forgot about.

You chuckled and rubbed your neck as you brushed your teeth, seeing yourself and the large purple hickey Jungkook had made last night in the bathroom mirror.

You went back to your room after retrieving the sewing basket from the living room, spending the morning calmly stitching the small buttons back onto his black dress shirt as the seven guys in your apartment continued to snore away.

Then you went back to playing League of Legends.

Ah, Cassiopeia, I had an eventful evening, but I have returned to you.

drabble morning-after hungover breakfast

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#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts smut #jeongguk x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you

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beetsandskzreads · 3 years

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silent bright summer night

bang chan x gn!reader, y/n works with skz and became their friend (the ultimate dream haha)

genre: tooth-rotening fluff, slight angst with a happy ending

notes/warnings: nothing intense, this is very fluffy, there's brief mentions of cheating, long distance, y/n's exes, fear of abandonment, slight insecurities, deep talks, reader and chan are slightly wine drunk, y/n and chan are whipped, y/n makes it explicit they want to date someone very warm and caring (aka chan), i don't think that's a warning tho djsjs just saying

scenario: on a balcony, at a beach apartment on a summer night of vacation, y/n opens up to chan about their past and current lovers. what y/n doesn't know is why chan is so interested listening to it.

It was 1:01 am when chan and I found ourselves in the balcony that overlooked the city and it's bright lights on a summer night. Skz had gone to sleep right after all of us came back from a night out of lots of fun, buying stuff on stores by the beach, having ice cream, seeing the view of the city lights reflecting on the sea water, appreciating street artists...

The two of us had been talking the whole evening, we hung out as a group but mostly just spoke to each other and laughed at the members jokes, both of us having a sparkle in our eye every time we saw the group happy. There was this unspoken pleasantness, a bliss, calmness in the air but with a lot of excitement. Chan was so happy to be around the sea with "the kids" as he refers to them and being at the beach almost 24/7 this week, it was like his natural habitat, his home, a comfort place. It left you feeling even softer for him, and as you shared your love for the sea, your feelings were at a peak. You liked Chan, and you loved this place as much as he did.

The night was so great, everyone was out like a lightweight as soon as we arrived to the vacation apartment we're in. Chan and I were testing the theory that a glass of wine would help us get drowsy and help us fall asleep as well, since we both have trouble falling asleep and felt nothing but a remaining excitement from the night out. It came to me especially because of the enthusiasm of talking to him, we were connecting so well, I didn't want this to ever end.

And so we drank (one glass quickly becoming the whole bottle) and we talked for what felt like hours on end, that neither of us wanted to cease.

- My ex best friend, she never quite knew how to choose guys, she always went for the ones that would never turn her way, the ones who obviously wouldn't care about her, not because of her, but because they were really careless guys, walking red flags. - I told him, I couldn't remember where exactly the conversation started but we were talking about nice people picking shitty people to date.

- What about you? - he asked

- Me? I barely even like guys, I mean I do, but I'm really picky actually, I don't allow myself to fall for cold people, I wouldn't forgive myself if I took interest in someone rude, I try so hard to take care of myself so I either stay alone that way or I find someone who makes me feel better, who knows how to take care of me, after all we chase happiness, I think a caring person could do that, someone gentle who isn't scared of emotions or who at least is open to face that fear with me by their side.

- I get it, it's hard to get by if you don't have emotional support, a partner should be able to provide that support, yeah. Did you ever... find someone like that?

- Yeah, in the past I did and even now I do know someone more than ideal... I guess my ex partners when I was young were going through a soft phase tho... I guess everyone has an emotional limit they were scared to cross... once I found that barrier the relationship stoped evolving, reached a dead end and so there was nothing left for me anymore and I left, plus, you know, cheating, long distance, a bunch of stuff really... it wasn't meant to be and I'm okay with that.

- What about that someone right now?

Silence ruled for about 3 seconds before I knew what to say. That someone right now is him. Ever since I've known him feels like he's the only man ever, but I don't think I'd tell him that, not soon anyways.

- What about 'em?

- What's that person like? What makes you trust they're any different from your exes?

- Sometimes I fear they're not, but I set the bar really high and I reset it constantly, to make sure I'm seeing it right, sometimes they seem so perfect to me that I wonder what good have i done in my past life to deserve to be around such a bright person. Of course they make mistakes too, but even the way they deal with them is so... mature, it's so easy to just solve things communicating, it's insane to me. Then I remember it's probably because they're eventually gonna leave me too, or just not reciprocate my feelings and after they break my heart I'll probably loose all hope in love, be heart broken for two years until I decide I'm gonna focus on myself again... it's a cycle after heartbreak, but with this person I'm really scared, because they mean more. I'm way too deep in before I've even expressed my feelings, it's gonna be devastating. - I'm rambling, the wine made me do it.

- What makes you think they wouldn't like you back tho?

- I'm not sure I just... it would be too good to be true and it's complicated... he's amazing and I'm just not sure if he'd be into me, I mean, I think I'm lovable and I think I'd be a great lover, I just don't know if I'm his type or if he'd consider me. We have a bit of an age gap, I'm not someone who's typically pretty or specially good looking, I have my charms but I have no idea if that's enough for him to be in love. It's complicated with each others work too... - I notice chan's gaze on me, he has his head leaned on his hand on the table and he's looking at me with bright eyes, eyes that look tired and a little drunk but somehow, he manages to look at me in a way that makes me feel adored, I don't know why you have to make me feel so much love, Bang Chan - Why are you looking at me like that?

- You have no idea how other people perceive you, do you? - he ignored your question, probably because of his drunk-ish drowsy state - Everyone I know likes you, see, you're a naturally kind and caring person, you're attentive to people's needs, you make sure everyone feels comfortable around you... that's so appreciated by everyone. I think you're exceptional y/n, you have this charismatic way of existing, a refreshing and comfy presence everyone can feel, but to me... it feels like home. You feel like home y/n. So... I have no idea who that person is but I sure as hell know they'd be more than lucky to have you as a partner and they're definitely dumb if they let you go.

- Are you dumb? - my heart's pounding quicker as I'm about to do something I didn't plan on doing ever.

- Huh? No, why w-

- Because that person is you... I like you, Chan. In a more-than-friends way - I interrupt him quickly before I lose my newly found courage.

Chan could've sworn his heart stopped for a few seconds. Suddenly sobriety hit him like a truck. It was the alcohol that made you say that, he thought, but he wished it was true and you didn't drink enough to be lying about this kind of stuff, you had a full on conversation and you seemed pretty sober.

- Y-y/n are you sober? - he tries to navigate through the situation.

- Oh my... yeah I am, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, it just rolled out of my tongue. I'm sorry... - you said as you panicked and tried to go back inside, regret filling up all your organs.

"I messed up" your brain keeps repeating as desperation starts entering your body, until Chan grabbed your hand, stopping you from leaving.

- Wait! You don't need to apologize, I'm glad you told me... You didn't think I'd say all that about you if I didn't like you as well, did you? - he asks suggestively.

- I don't know - you blush as you realize what he's getting at - You're just so nice to everyone, I didn't make a big deal out of it.

- Well, you should've made it a big deal, the biggest deal actually because I've been trying really hard to show you how I feel these past few days and you were so clueless I thought you were purposefully ignoring the signs because you didn't like me back.

- I'm sorry Channie, I just didn't want to assume stuff and get heartbroken if it wasn't true.

-Well it is true, so you don't need to worry anymore. I really like you too, y/n. And I've wanted to say it for a while too, I was just wondering if it was a good idea since you work with us, but I can't contain my feelings anyways... you always treat me so softly and you look after the kids really well... It just feels like you were made to be by my side, you're the embodiment of the person I've always dreamed to be with, and these past few days with the kids and you... it just felt like we were the perfect family you know? I don't think I could be without you by my side anymore... - he stops, he's been staring at your eyes the whole time and now they're starting to water.

How could you not cry when he's saying the things you thought you'd only ever hear in dreams?

- Why are you crying sweetheart? - he whispered, as he wipes a tear with his thumb, the other hand holding your hand as he stands closer every second.

- It's just... I'm so... happy - you smile through your tears - I'm so happy to hear that, you said it in such a beautiful way too... I feel exactly the same, it's like I've gained a family with you guys but you... I've grown really attached to you, feels like some parts of you are tangled in my heart in ways I couldn't tear apart if I wanted to... I'm drawn to you and when I'm with you it's comfortable, blissful, it's right. You're so good to me, it's unbelievable, but it's true, and it warms my heart. - you say as your foreheads touch and your smile grows, his eyes showing so much adoration for you, you could melt.

Suddenly you share your first kiss together, a soft yet passionate mix of sensations, and it felt like everything you ever felt around Chan but better.

You stare into each other's eyes, smiling like the little lovely goofballs you both were, noses touching, ocasional little pecks filled with giggles because you were whipped for each other.

- So this means we're exclusive lovers now, yeah? - he asks with a blushing face, a very silent giggle and a huge, uncontrollable smile.

- Definitely, yeah - you answer biting your lip until eventually you let out the largest smile you ever had.

Needless to say, you didn't leave that balcony to go to sleep that evening. In fact, you two watched the sunrise kissing and cuddling, talking about the feelings you had for each other, when they started, why you liked each other, covered by a blanket, not wanting to let go of each other now that you were openly romantic.

Han found you both sound asleep, you on chan's lap, head on his neck as his arms wrapped around you gently, on a chair in the middle of the morning. He obviously called all the members to watch you two as they assumed you two finally got together. All of them saw it coming, Chan wouldn't shut up about you and had written what could be an entire album about you.

They were happy at least you'd be around more often to cook your delicious food. And you both blushed really hard once you woke up to lot's of teasing from the kids, it was fine tho, you liked it just like this, it was home.

#skz fluff #chan fluff #bang chan scenarios #bang chan oneshot #bang chan imagine #bang chan fluff #stray kids oneshot #stray kids fluff #bang chan angst #chan angst #skz oneshots #skz angst

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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This Is Her?

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Request by Anon: well i was thinking of angel, something with him introducing his s/o to the mc if you're up for it? and ez was good friends with the reader already but didn't know at all they were with angel, so like big big surprise for everyone ❤ (and maybe angel gets kinda possessive too)

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, the lightest and tiniest bit of angst, and a dash of jealous Angel

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: The whole idea of the reader and EZ already knowing each other was super intriguing to me, so that sort of became a bit of a focal point for this fic. Hope that’s okay haha. Enjoy! xo

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When Angel had invited you to go to a clubhouse party with him, you hesitated. You knew that you should have been jumping at the opportunity but there was something in your gut that was making you nervous. The two of you had been keeping your relationship quiet for a number of reasons, but mainly because he felt like he was keeping you safe by keeping you a little distant from the club. Deep down you both knew that if you were going to stay together, you couldn’t stay in the dark. But it also felt like there was an immense amount of pressure resting on your shoulders for this night to go well.

The other thing that was nagging at your mind, was that you had failed to mention to Angel that you already knew his brother, and you never told EZ that you were dating Angel. Not telling EZ about your relationship just fell into line with the two of you deciding not to tell anyone. You couldn’t quite pinpoint why you had never told Angel that you were already friends with his brother. You knew that deep down that EZ was an insecurity point for Angel, and maybe you just didn’t want to exacerbate that issue. But there wasn’t going to be any more hiding it, now.

He knocked on the doorframe of your bedroom, a smile on his face as he looked at you, “You ready, hermosa?”

You nodded, trying to come off more confidently than you really felt, “You bet. Just gotta grab my shoes and I’ll be good to go.”

“Wanna take the bike?” he offered.

You smiled, “I would love to take the bike.”

You were pressed snug up against Angel’s back as he rolled into the lot at the clubhouse. Part of you had no desire to let him go and get off the bike—you would’ve just ridden around with him forever if you could. But you knew that you’d done enough avoiding and it was time to just suck it up and get this over with. You knew it wasn’t ever going to be as bad as your brain was trying to make it out to be.

“C’mon,” Angel chuckled as he patted your hands that were still resting on his stomach, “it’ll be fun. I promise.”

With a tiny sigh, you let him go. After unclasping your helmet and handing it to him so he could hang it off the handlebars with his own, you swung your leg over and hopped off the bike. You smoothed your shirt out, trying to ignore the way that Angel was staring at you.

He stepped in and draped his arm around your shoulders, placing a soft kiss on your temple. Neither of you said anything as you made your way towards the clubhouse. You could hear the music and clamoring conversations from outside. There were a few people scattered around on the deck, but the fac that Angel didn’t try to stop and talk to any of them led you to believe that they weren’t the people of importance that he was bringing you here to meet.

He pushed open the door to the clubhouse and you were hit with a wave of heat that was tinged with the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke. It took you a second to get your bearings and get your mind right, but you didn’t have the time to be caught off-guard as Angel ushered you into the room.

“Am I gonna have to remember the names of all these people?” you asked quietly.

He chuckled and shook his head, “No, don’t worry about it,” he gave your hip a light, reassuring squeeze.

You’d heard a lot about all of the men in the club. That was one part of his life with the MC that he didn’t feel like he had to hide you from. Despite the fact that you didn’t have any faces to go with the names, except for Ezekiel, you knew a lot about each member of the club. It was interesting because you knew that they didn’t know anything about you.

“Y/N?” you heard EZ’s voice clearly through the noise of the clubhouse.

Angel couldn’t hide the surprise on his face as his little brother came up and wrapped you in a hug. You laughed and leaned into him for a moment, unable to lie to yourself about the fact that it was comforting to see him.

“Hey, EZ,” you smiled at him.

Angel was looking back and forth between the two of, very confused, “Was gonna introduce you to her, ‘mano, but it doesn’t look like I have to.”

Now it was EZ’s turn to look surprised, “She’s the girl you’ve been seeing?”

“She’s right here, you know,” you chuckled, “You can stop talking about me in the third person.”

“Sorry,” EZ chuckled and shook his head, “Just didn’t think that you were going to be the girl he rolled in with tonight.”

“Surprise,” you laughed.

“I’ll catch up with you later, alright?” he stepped in and gave you a quick hug before clapping Angel on the shoulder and making his way back into the thick of the party.

Angel motioned for you to sit down at the bar and you did, your nerves intensifying as he sat down next to you as he ordered each of you a beer. You twisted the bottle between your fingers as you waited for him to say something. You could see the thoughts swirling around in his eyes.

“So, you know Boy Scout?”

You nodded, “Yea. He came into the shop a while back. Asked for some really fucking obscure book that I had to place an order just to get for him,” you chuckled, “We hit if off well enough. Been friends ever since.”

“Didn’t think to mention that to me?”

You shrugged, “Didn’t know EZ’s last name at first. Once I put two and two together, though, it felt like it was too late to bring it up. We weren’t telling people about us and I know you feel some type of way about your brother sometimes. Just…didn’t know how to approach the topic.”

“He ever try and hit on you?”

You rolled your eyes and tried to suppress a smile, “No, Angel.”

“Good,” the serious expression fell away from his face as he allowed himself to smile. He leaned in and kissed you lightly on the lips, “’Cause you’re mine.”

You laughed, instantly feeling the knot in your stomach starting to loosen. You could handle the rest of whatever the night had to throw at you now that the cat was out of the bag. You reached over and rested your hand on Angel’s thigh as you scanned the clubhouse and tried to get your bearings.

“So, anyone else here that you already know?” Angel smirked over at you as he watched you look around the room.

You shook your head, trying not to laugh, “No, I don’t think so.”

As the night wore on, Angel slowly started introducing you to everyone in the club. Some of them seemed to fit all of the stories that Angel had told you. When you finally got to meet Coco for some reason everything that Angel had ever told you about him completely clicked into place in your brain. It was so much less intimidating that you thought it was going to be. Even when you met Bishop and the rest of the elders of the club, it wasn’t as off-putting as you had made it out to be in your head. They were surprised that Angel showed up with someone like you, someone who didn’t seem like they would put themselves in the middle of the Mayans clubhouse voluntarily. They were also surprised that Angel had been able to keep his mouth shut about you for so long. But they made sure that the brunt of their jokes landed on Angel, not you. If anything, the president of the club was extremely warm and inviting towards you.

“You’re a brave woman to be taking on that responsibility,” he nodded towards Angel with a laugh.

Angel chuckled and shook his head as he pulled you onto his lap, “C’mon, Pres, I just got her here. Don’t go trying to scare her away.”

“She doesn’t seem like she’s someone who scares easy,” he flashed you a wink and nodded, “Nice meeting you.”

You and Angel found yourselves curled up together on the couch. The two of you were sitting with Coco, EZ, and Gilly. It was impossible to listen to the four of them banter back and forth without laughing. You could feel Angel’s eyes on you as he tried to make sure that you were still comfortable with everything that was happening around you. He knew it was a lot to take in all at once.

“So,” Coco shifted the topic of conversation, “Boy Scout tells me that he beat Angel to the punch?”

Angel reached over and slapped Coco’s arm, “Shut the fuck up.”

You laughed, lightly tracing your nails up and down the back of Angel’s neck in an attempt to calm him down and distract him. You felt the way that his arms tightened around you at Coco’s comment. You knew it was all in good fun, but you also knew that it was touching a very exposed and sensitive nerve for Angel.

“I’m willing to bet money,” you spoke up, “that that’s not how EZ phrased it.”

“Thank you,” EZ said with a laugh before taking a swig of his beer.

You looked at Angel and despite the fact that he was smiling, his hold on you didn’t loosen at all. Once you had written off Coco’s comment, the guys jumped right to another topic of conversation. While they were all wrapped up in it, you leaned and placed a kiss on Angel’s cheek.

You leaned in so that your lips were right next to his ear, making sure that he was the only one who could hear you, “Loosen up, baby. Don’t let ‘em get under your skin,” you pressed your lips against his jaw, “I’m all yours.”

He leaned into your touch and you felt his arm loosen ever so slightly. You let out a sigh of relief as you leaned your head onto his shoulder, your fingertips idly tracing over the patches on his kutte as you listened to the guys banter back and forth amongst themselves.

When the night was beginning to wind down, Angel offered to bring you back home before you got too tired to safely stay on the back of his bike. You couldn’t deny that despite the fact that it had been a fun night, you were exhausted. You let him pull you up off the couch and the two of you made your way towards the clubhouse door, his arm draped around your shoulders and yours wrapped around his waist. He kept you pulled tight against him, but you could feel it in his touch that it wasn’t coming from a place of insecurity this time—you were his comfort.

The two of you said your goodbyes to the members who were still at the clubhouse, the few who hadn’t left or paired off with one of the women there. When you stepped out of the clubhouse and onto the deck, you saw EZ sitting in the steps, staring up into the sky, clearly lost in thought. Angel cleared his throat to get his attention, and EZ turned back to you both with a smile as he stood up.

“Heading out?” EZ looked at Angel.

He nodded, “Yea, before this one passes out on the back of my bike,” he gave his brother a hug, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He nodded, “See ya,” he pulled you into a hug, “You working tomorrow?”

You smiled, “Yea, I’ll be there all day.”

“Alright, I’ll try to stop in and see you.”

You didn’t have to be looking at Angel to know what his face looked like. And you could tell by the amused look on Ezekiel’s face that he was enjoying getting a rise out of his brother. You playfully rolled your eyes, “Please, come in and make more ridiculous requests. You know I love it when you make my job more difficult for me.”

“I know you do,” he had a cocky smirk on his face as he shook his head, “Get home safe. Don’t let Angel fly off the road.”

“I never do,” you laughed, “Goodnight, EZ.”

As the two of you walked away, Angel couldn’t help but to ask, “How often he come and visit you at work?”

You laughed and entwined your hand with his, “Just enough to bother you, apparently,” you shook your head slightly, “Better learn to let that shit go if you’re gonna keep letting me come around here.”

He looked at you, interest sparking in his eyes, “You wanna come back?”

You smiled, “Of course.”

“Wasn’t as bad as you thought it was gonna be?”

You couldn’t help but to laugh as the two of you approached his bike, “It wasn’t, no.”

He pulled you in for a kiss before handing you your helmet, “I’m glad you came.”

You smiled at him, lightly caressing the side of his face, “Me too.”

“But,” he chuckled as he swung his leg over his bike, “I’m even more glad that I get to take you home.”

You laughed as you climbed on behind him, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head against his back, “Yea, me too.”

#mayans mc #mayansmc #mayans fx #mayans mc imagine #angel reyes #angel reyes x you #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes fanfic #ez reyes #ezekiel reyes #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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aizawaorkuroo · 4 years

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Seek the Light

Ship: Ukai Keishin x f!reader

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 8.4K

Summary: Back home after losing your job, you wander into a convenience store not realizing you would see a familiar face.

Warnings: Young Ukai’s a bitch, Language, Biting, Vaginal Fingering, Size Kink (I know this man has a bick dick I know he does), Overstimulation, Creampie, Unprotected Sex, Dom!Ukai

AN: first haikyuu fic haha and first time writing ukai so im still figuring it out! This one got away from me gsfda and the conflict resolved easily cause its my fic and i make the rules tgerfw

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The dipping summer sun casts shadows across the buildings, while painting the clouds a pretty gold. Memories of childhood and youth flood into you, creating a fondness in your heart. Yes, Miyagi was nice. It would be nicer if you didn’t have to move back home after losing your job in Tokyo. You can tell yourself it’s temporary all you want, but it’s embarrassing. Failing is embarrassing.

You sigh, realizing you should probably head back home before it gets too dark. Despite the setting sun, the air has yet to cool off, and you find that your walk has left your throat parched. You glance around, smiling as you spot a convenience store. Nice.

You smile as the air conditioning hits your skin. You make a beeline for a bottled tea, already excited for the refreshing taste. You hum happily as your eyes tilt up to the man behind the register. His eyes are glued to an issue of something, and a cigarette dangles from his lips. Ukai Keishin.

You feel your heart stutter as you watch your best friend from high school read. His hair is long and blonde now, and it just makes sense. He’s handsome, you realize. You always thought he was cute in high school, but he’s a man now.

“No fucking way,” you breathe out, drawing the gaze of the man sitting behind the counter. His eyes widen, recognition clear as day in them.

“Y/N?” His voice is unusually quiet, and his eyes bore into yours, as if you would disappear again if he looked away. Guilt swells uncomfortably in your stomach. You hadn’t talked to him in years. You moved away, and you lost touch with your high school friends, including him. Especially him. He slowly stands to look at you, putting what he was reading down and shoving his cigarette into an ashtray.

Yes, you had been gone for awhile, and yes, the two of you hadn’t talked. But you were both here now, and a second chance has been given to you, wrapped up like a present in the form of a stunned employee at a convenience store.

“Ukai! I forgot this was your mom’s place!” you yell excitedly, rushing behind the counter to trap him in a tight hug. He huffs against you, tensing, before awkwardly wrapping his arms around you.

“What the hell are you doing here?” His words stir something hot and sticky in you, and you push away from him, sheepishly smiling.

“I lost my job and couldn’t find another one in time, and uh, here I am.” Your nose scrunches up at the thought of your tiny, Tokyo apartment that you would never return to.

“No shit, huh? Are you back with your parents?” Your shoulders sag and you nod, pursing your lips.

“Yea, but what have you been up to?” you ask, eager to learn more about your old friend.

“Y’know, working here, hanging out with Shimada and Takinoue. I’ve also been coaching Karasuno’s volleyball team. They’ll sometimes stop by.”

“Oh that’s absolutely perfect,” you laugh. “My volleyball boys never grew up, huh?” He rolls his eyes at you, crossing his arms in feigned annoyance. You hold your hands up in peace, trying to suppress the giggle that’s bubbling in your chest.

“Well, you clearly grew up,” you offer, letting your eyes trail over him. His eyes widen again, and a faint blush covers his cheeks, so soft you almost don’t notice it. “But you’re still reading the same shit.” He lightly punches your arm, and you stick your tongue out at him.

“Anyways, the four of us should get dinner sometime.” You cock your head to the side, trying to gauge his reaction. He snorts and rolls his eyes at you, but there’s a small smile on his face. That's promising, you muse to yourself.

“Yea, that sounds good. And I’m sure Shimada and Takinoue will say yes. I can text you when we’re able to.” He pauses, and his eyes drop to the ground. Your stomach twists into knots as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck. “Is your number still the same?” It’s an innocent question, and yet you feel like the floor has dropped from beneath you, leaving you unbalanced.

“Uh, yeah,” you murmur, feeling guilty when he nods and presses his lips into a thin line.

“It was good seeing you, Y/N. I’ll text you.” You nod, slowly backing up to the door. You give him a small wave before pushing the door open, stepping back out into the warm air. Your body moves on autopilot while your brain goes into overdrive as you ponder how you can properly mend the bridge between you two.

It’s only when you’re halfway home that you realize you forgot your tea.

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When Ukai texts you, you can’t help but to cringe at the past messages that were left unanswered. Random little texts, asking about your day, how’s Tokyo, updating you on everyone back home. You had meant to answer them, but you just couldn’t. You could pinpoint the moment you stopped answering his messages, and you shudder, remembering how harsh he had sounded over the phone. Not that you had been any kinder. After that night, his texts trickled in slower and slower, until they ended completely.

You inhale sharply, closing your eyes. But you’re back now, and he’s texting you again. You blink your eyes open, rereading his message.

Hey! How does Saturday at 8 work?

Taking a shaky breath you quickly type out a response that you hope isn’t too eager.

That sounds great! Is that one place with the great hiyashi chuka place still open?

The four of you used to eat there in the summertime, feasting on cold ramen and an assortment of toppings. Takinoue used to flirt with the waitress, who remained unimpressed throughout the years. You smile fondly at the memory, excited to see everyone again. Your phone vibrates, pulling you from your thoughts.

Yea and it’s still the only hiyashi chuka place in town

You hum at his message, thinking of how long the four of you used to wait while the summer sun blazed down, and sometimes Kimi would go with you. She had a massive crush on Shimada, one that left her helpless to your and Takinoue’s teasing. Your phone buzzes again, and you look down, slightly surprised at the second message.

I’m excited to see you again.

That was promising indeed.

And yet you can’t help the way butterflies terrorize your stomach as you stand outside the old restaurant. Part of you wants to turn around and walk home; another part of you wants to throw up. You inhale sharply, steeling yourself, and you walk through the door.

It’s just like you remember, and you feel more at ease. You know this place, and these are your friends. There was no reason to worry. But still…

Your eyes flash across the room, before zeroing in on your usual table. You grin widely at Takinoue who is waving you down. Shimada sits next to him, smiling softly as you approach. Immediately, Takinoue gives you a bear hug, making you giggle.

“It’s been way too long,” he whines before letting you go. Shimada rolls his eyes, offering you a small wave. You slip into the empty seat next to Ukai, greeting him quietly. He nods, a small smirk tugging at his lips. The nerves that had been eating away at you dissipate immediately. The conversation flows easy, as if you never left. And when the hiyashi chuka is brought out, your mouth waters just like it used to.

“I’m telling you, it’s not as good anywhere else,” you bemoan. Shimada laughs at that, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“I think that’s nostalgia talking.” You stick your tongue out before shoveling noodles back into your mouth. Ukai snorts, before taking a sip of his beer. Something warm and soft builds up in your heart, spilling out into your entire body.

Happily full of noodles, you settle back against your chair, trying to ignore the way Ukai’s arm rests against the back of your chair. His touch is feather light, but the warmth seeps into you. You missed this, you missed this, you missed him.

When the four of you are standing outside, you shift on your feet, not wanting to have to say goodbye again.

“We should get drinks sometime,” you say to no one in particular. Takinoue slings an arm over your shoulder and his grin is so wide that alone almost makes you laugh.

“Ah yeah! Now you’re talking, Y/N!”

“That is something we can all do together now,” Ukai mumbles, fishing out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket.

“Then it’s settled,” you chirp happily, “We’ll meet up for drinks next weekend, if that’s okay with you guys.” Ukai’s eyebrows pinch together in thought, and he slowly nods.

“That should work.” You pull away from Takinoue, choosing to wrap an arm around Ukai’s waist, and pulling yourself flush against him.

“Perfect! It’ll be nice to get out of the house before I move into my new apartment.” Ukai rolls his eyes, but drapes his arm across your shoulders anyways. You try not to notice the way his thumb lightly strokes your arm.

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The lights in the bar are dim, and you’re sipping on a lemon sour, nestled into the booth next to Ukai. Beers litter the table, as well as small dishes of food, and some shots you all have yet to drink. Takinoue’s cackle barrels through the air as you offer up another idea.

“No, I’m serious! We could all get dinner! I’m sure my parents would be happy to see you guys again.” Ukai scoffs, crossing his arms and fixing you with a pointed look.

“Please, your parents hate us,” he grumbles. A laugh bubbles through you, and you shake your head.

“They did not!” you promise, but your words sound hollow even to yourself.

Takinoue’s eyebrow quirks up in disbelief. Your lips twist into a grimace, memories of your parents looking tired whenever the boys dropped you off at home. “Okay, maybe they did, but ONLY when my grades would start slipping.” Shimada nods at your words.

“Yea, that sounds right,” he says solemnly. You pout at his calm and unsurprised tone.

“I promise they loved you guys. Just like I know your granddad loved me,” you giggle, poking at Ukai’s side. He rolls his eyes, and he downs his shot.

“Please, like that man likes anyone,” he grumbles. You stick your tongue out at him, and punch his arm lightly.

“Alright, but I got you through high school, so he has to like me” you counter, mouth twisting into a smirk. Ukai glares at you, memories of late night study sessions, and rushed homework help before class flood his mind. His shoulders sag, and he lets out a sigh.

“That’s fair I guess. Gotta piss. I’ll be back.” He pushes out of the booth, leaving you with Takinoue and Shimada. Shimada smiles softly, before fixing his gaze on you.

“Kimi was in Tokyo too, right? Have you seen her at all?” he asks. You grin, taking a sip of your drink.

“Yea, we actually got lunch the day before I moved.” You pause, eyeing him carefully before continuing. “Shimada, did you know she had the biggest crush on you in high school?” He blushes a bright crimson, choking on his drink as Takinoue cackles.

“Yea, dumbass. It was obvious.” Shimada glares at him, nursing his beer.

“Well, I clearly didn’t know. And no one thought to tell me?” You shrugged, shooting him an apologetic smile. Takinoue punches him arm affectionately, before his eyes settle on you, full of humor and mirth.

“Speaking of crushes, I was wondering how Ukai would be since you got back,” Takinoue laughs.

“What?” Despite the drinks you’ve had, you feel sober, something cold slinking down your back.

“He was head over heels for you back in the day,” Takinoue’s laughs die down, but he doesn’t seem to notice the way you freeze. Shimada, on the other hand, does, and he cocks his head to the side, monitoring your response.

You sputter, words locked in your throat. What they hopefully don’t know is that you had a massive crush on him too, and it’s only resurfaced violently since seeing him again. Even after what had happened. And yet that cold feeling heats up into something syrupy in the pit of your stomach.

“Well that’s news to me,” you say softly. “Guess I fucked it all up, huh?” Shimada and Takinoue exchange a glance, and you’re sure one of them is gonna say something, but when Ukai slips back into the booth that door shuts, locking their words on the other side.

“What’d you fuck up?” he asks, taking a swig of the beer he had left on the table.

“Ah you know, the usual. My life in Tokyo. And now I’m back with my parents. I did find a job though.” Shimada’s brows furrow, but he says nothing. Ukai hums, his thigh jostling against yours.

“Aren't you at your new place yet?” Your face twists in annoyance, and your head hits the back of the booth.

“I’m gonna have to stay with my parents for a few more days because a pipe apparently burst in my apartment. But I’m going to lose it. I can’t live with them anymore. Not at my age…” you trail off, lost in your thoughts.

“Stay with me. Until you can move in.”

Ukai’s voice cuts through the noisy bar, and you open your mouth stupidly, no words coming out. He stares back at you, making the butterflies that had been dormant for awhile snap back to life inside of you. He scratches at the side of his face, making pathetic attempts to backtrack. “I mean you don’t have to, and I won’t be there for a bit cause of training camp-”

“No, that sounds good.” You nod at him, an easy smile spreading across your face. “Yea, that sounds good.” His eyes lock onto yours, something dark and undefinable in them. Neither of you notice the coy look Shimada and Takinoue share.

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The hot water streams around you, and you shut your eyes, relishing the way it feels on your skin. You had a long day at your new job, and the approaching weekend was the only thing keeping you going. Well, that and the fact that you were currently in Ukai’s shower.

He had been kind enough to offer you a place to stay, and already your thoughts are starting to drift to darker places. You had harbored a crush on him when you were younger, but you haven’t seen him in years. And yet the way he looked at you made your stomach drop.

You turn the water off, the cold air plucking at your skin and making you shiver. You wrap a towel around yourself, and dry off quickly, trying to forget about the ache in between your legs. It doesn’t work, but you pull on a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt anyways. You could at least pretend it worked.

Ukai’s apartment was exactly what you expected. The walls were littered with posters, books lay all over the ground, and there was a volleyball by the TV. He had rubbed the back of his neck, almost embarrassed when you first got there.

“It’s, uh, not much. Probably should’ve thought about that before I offered, but make yourself at home,” he mutters.

You had reassured him it was more than enough. You were just grateful to be out of your parents' house. You pad over to his spot near the tv, kneeling next to him. He eyes you from his peripheral, not looking directly at you. Nonetheless, it makes you shiver.

“Where should I sleep?” you ask, playing with the hem of his shirt. He nods his head back to the bed, and you flush.

“I can’t take your bed,” you sputter, stomach flipping. He rolls his eyes, a sharp smirk pulling at his lips.

“I gotta leave in the middle of the fucking night for training camp, remember? Take the bed.” His tone leaves no room for any argument, and you nod shyly, before shuffling over to his bed. He refocuses on the game he was watching as you pull the covers around you.

But you can’t sleep. Not when Ukai is so close to you. You flip onto your stomach and huff. He glances at you from over his shoulder and rolls his eyes. He shifts to the side, allowing you to watch the game from your vantage point.

You recognize the Karasuno uniforms, and something syrupy and nostalgic floods your veins. This must be the new team. The two of you stay quiet, the two of you lost in your own thoughts.

It’s only when the noise from the TV stops that you’re jolted back to reality. Ukai’s hand grips the remote tightly, face screwed up unpleasantly.

“Why did you stop talking to me?”

The words ring around his apartment, crystalizing into the air, becoming frigid and uncomfortable. You squeeze your eyes shut, letting your head rest against his pillow. When you open them again, he’s turned towards you, brows pinched and mouth twisted into a grimace.

“I didn’t-” you cut yourself off, pushing yourself up to your knees. “I didn’t mean to.” You hold a hand up to him, stopping his oncoming argument. “I wanted to, and I wanted to pretend like everything was okay, but how could I?” His frown deepens, but he stays silent, memories seeping uncomfortably into the air.

“Keishin,” you hissed into the phone. “Let it go.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? How could you be so stupid?” Your stomach drops at his words, but more than anything, you’re upset.

“I am not the stupid one. I’m the one who made it out of Miyagi. I’m the one who’s going to college.” You hear him inhale sharply, and you can practically imagine the way his eyes are narrowed right now.

“Right, right, right. And you’re also the one who’s sleeping with some asshole, who is way too old for you, and he’s just gonna forget you once he’s bored! If that’s not what a stupid little girl does, you tell me what it is! I’m trying to watch out for you!” he practically yells. You feel the oncoming tears sting the back of your eyes, but there’s something red-hot pushing you forward.

“Fuck you, Ukai. I actually found someone who likes me for once, you have to ruin it. I’m not a kid. You don’t know shit about my life here, and you hate it. If you cared so much, you could’ve asked me to stay. Fuck you.” He swears angrily at you, before the line drops. You stare at your phone, waves of nausea passing over you.

A week later he sends you a text, complaining about his grandfather, and telling you about something stupid Takinoue did. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond. His texts eventually slowed down, until he didn’t text you at all.

You shudder slightly at the memory, letting your eyes drop to the floor.

“You acted like nothing had happened, but I was still mad, and by the time I had calmed down, I thought you would hate me for not talking to you.” You wrap your arms around yourself, chewing on your lip. “And you were right by the way, about that guy,” you spit out. “The second someone prettier came along, he dropped me.”

When you flick your eyes up, Ukai’s jaw is tense, his brows furrowed. You dig your nails into your arm, inhaling sharply.

“Fuck, I wish I had been wrong,” he seethes. Your eyes widen, not expecting him to say that. In all honesty, you weren’t sure what you had expected him to say. “You deserve the world, Y/N. More than that piece of shit. More than Miyagi.” His words are colored with bitterness that makes your stomach curdle.

“That’s why I could never ask you to stay. You were supposed to get out of here.” Ukai’s gaze bores into you, the intensity of it giving you whiplash. Your heart melts at his words, and you can’t help but to feel regret for not trying to work things out back in the day.

“And I ended up back here anyways,” you mutter.

“Well, Miyagi has some perks,” he laughs, an easy smirk tugging at his mouth. You cock your head to the side, snorting in disbelief.

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“It’s got you now,” Ukai says lazily, while stretching his arms above his head.

Your heart swells in your chest, and you lunge towards him, wrapping your arms around him. He’s tense beneath you, but relaxes under your soft touches.

“I missed you, Kei,” you say gently. His arms drop to hold you to him, eyes closing as he basks in your attention.

“I’m sorry for what happened, and I’m sorry I tried to pretend like nothing happened. I’m pissed that you weren’t in my life, but that was my fault. And now that you’re here...don’t think you’re escaping that easy again.” You nod, and something hot stings the back of your eyes.

“I’m not,” you say gently. “I’m not gonna disappear again. I promise. You’re my best friend, Keishin. I missed you.”

“Okay. Now get some sleep.” His arms loosen around you, and you slump away from him. As you shift back into the bed, Ukai faces the TV, playing it and lowering the volume until it’s just white noise to your sleepy mind. With that, you lie down again, letting your eyes shut and the warmth of sleep overtake you.

Ukai is drawn back into the game, but your words linger in the air. You’re my best friend, Keishin. I missed you. He glances back at you, bitterness eating away at his stomach. He wants to be more than just your best friend.

He fixes his gaze on the TV, trying to shove those thoughts somewhere deep and dark. Eventually, when he looks at the time, he scowls realizing he’s gotta head out now. Letting out a sigh, he turns to face you again.

His heart tugs at how you’re curled up in his bed so sweetly. Guilt settles in his stomach at the thought of waking you at this hour, but he had to make sure you would be okay. His hand hovers above your shoulder, and he watches the steady rise and fall of your chest. You belong here. With him. He shakes his head, banishing the thought. Ukai gently shakes you, watching as you rub your eyes and blink sluggishly at him.

“Sorry to wake you, but I’m heading out for the camp now. The keys are on the counter. Stay as long as you need to, just make sure to lock up.” You hum at his words, nestling back into his pillow and shutting your eyes.

“Okay, Keishin. Love you. Have fun,” you murmur, before drifting back to sleep. He inhales sharply, eyes boring into your sleeping face. He scoffs to himself, shaking his head. You probably wouldn’t even remember you said that when you woke up. And yet…

Ukai shifts on his knees closer to your sleeping form. He ducks down, letting his lips hover over your forehead. He gently kisses your temple, while simultaneously trying to squash the warm feelings that flow through him. He pulls away quickly, the small peck only lasting a second or two, but his lips burn now, and all he wants to do is curl around you and hold you in his arms.

The thought rushes through him like cold water, and he straightens away from you, trying to ignore the way his heart thuds. Ukai’s lips twist into a frown, and he rises, grabbing his bag and quietly walking out the door.

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The next few days are quiet as you go to work. It feels weird to stay at Ukai’s by yourself, but you have to admit that a weight has been lifted since the first night. It was like you could finally move forward in your friendship, the guilt evaporating and letting you fall back into a normal crush.

The evening you’re able to move into your apartment, it’s windier than you thought it would be. You didn’t mean to steal one of his hoodies, but you know he has a few pairs of the orange one. You had seen them in his closet. You slip the orange hoodie on, clutching the fabric to you. It’s warm, enough to protect you from the unusually powerful wind. You shut your eyes and take a deep breath; it smells like him. The thought makes you shudder.

You keep the hoodie on, promising to leave it in Ukai's apartment when you make your last trip in between. But when the moment comes, you can’t bring yourself to take the garment off. When you slip into bed in an unfamiliar place that night, his hoodie brings you comfort. As your eyes shut, you promised that you would return it the next day, when he texted you for his key.

Except you didn’t. You held onto his hoodie for two weeks. By the time you return it, it has already stopped smelling like him. And now, Ukai’s blinking at you from the doorframe of his apartment, confusion pulling at his eyebrows.

His hair is wet, hanging limply against his head, his normal headband nowhere to be seen. A towel hangs around his neck, and there’s an unlit cigarette in between his lips. You blink up at him blankly, trying to resist the urge to run your fingers through his hair.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” He cocks his head to the side, eyes trailing over your face curiously.

“I, um, came to drop this off.” You hold his hoodie to your chest, clutching it tightly in your hands. “But I probably should’ve told you I was coming.” His gaze is glued to the garment your holding, and the silence hangs in between you. Ukai flicks his eyes back to yours, something deep and dark brewing in them. You shift nervously under his gaze, opening your mouth as you hesitantly explain yourself.

“I borrowed it. When I was staying here. Just took me a while to drop it back off,” you mumble, feeling embarrassed.

“Keep it.” His voice is warm and steady in the air, making your spine tingle. Your hands drop from your chest, hoodie still clenched tightly.

“Oh. Okay.” Your mouth feels heavy, the words sticking to your tongue like molasses. “I guess I’ll head home. Thanks.” You start to turn away, when his hand shoots out, latching onto your wrist.

“You just got here.” His touch stings you, burning into your skin in a way that makes you crave more. You slowly, and weakly, you nod at him, letting him guide you inside his apartment.

“So you borrowed my hoodie, huh?” He smirks at you, eyes gleaming at the way you nervously sit at the edge of his futon.

“Yea, I was running out the door and it was colder than I thought, so I just grabbed it.” Your hands grip the fabric tightly, before you put the hoodie on the bed next to you. Ukai cocks his head to the side, his sharp smirk never leaving his face. “But it took me a while to return because, well…” He flops down onto the ground in front of you, resting his chin in his hand.

“Because it smelled like you,” you mumble, feeling butterflies slip into your veins. Ukai’s eyes widen for a split second, and he plucks the unlit cigarette from his mouth, throwing it to the side.

“Huh, no shit.” His words are colored in disbelief, but his gaze is unwavering, sending a small shiver down your spine. He shifts forward, pushing into your personal space until his face is right in front of yours.

“If I’m reading this wrong, you gotta let me know.” The frail dam that had been holding your emotions in place splinters, leaving your mind reeling. But one thing was sure: it was impossible to deny how you felt.

“You’re not,” you manage to sputter out. “You’re not reading it wrong.” He hums in satisfaction, eyes trailing over your face.

Ukai surges forward, and his lips are warm and rough against yours, and he steals your breath away immediately. A hand gently holds your face to his, the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him. Tentatively, you twist your fingers into his hair, and he groans against you. He pulls away from your lips, leaving you chasing after him. He pants against you, eyes dark and unreadable.

“Been wanting to do this for years,” he mutters, looking at you intensely.

“What took you so long?” He rolls his eyes, leaving sharp kisses down your neck.

“Too scared that I would push you away, and I did that anyways.” You pout at his words, tugging him up by his hair.

“I’m not going away again, and there’s nothing you could do to make me” you murmur, leaning forward to kiss him. His tongue prods at your lips, and you open your mouth obediently, letting him explore. Ukai’s hands are warm on your waist, squeezing the flesh that’s there. He pulls you onto his lap, shifting his legs under you so you’re flush against him.

“You good?” you ask in between kisses, scratching his scalp. His hips rock against you, and he pulls back to smirk at you.

“I’m more than good, baby.” Grinning, you meet his mouth again, letting your hips grind against him. His warm hands wander up and down your body, setting your skin on fire. They rest on your waist under your shirt, and his fingers tap at the flesh there. You hum happily, before leaning away and pulling off your shirt and tossing it behind you. Ukai freezes, eyes hungrily taking in the newly exposed skin. You flush as his hands start to trail upwards, ghosting over your skin.

You dip forward to kiss him again, and his hands reach around to fumble with your bra. You smile against his lips as he struggles, but the second it’s off, his hands are kneading your breasts.

“What are you smiling about?” he mutters against your lips, before pinching one of your nipples. You pull back and inhale sharply, biting your lip before tugging at his shirt.

“Not fair that yours is still on, Keishin,” you whine. He rolls his eyes, and pushes you off of his lap, letting you fall against the futon. Ukai strips quickly, a sharp grin on his face making you flush. He crawls forward, caging you in between his arms. His hips settle in between your thighs, and you can feel his erection through his boxers.

When he looks at you, his hair flops down. You lift your hand, running your fingers through it. He leans into your touch, grinning before bending down to kiss you. His lips are warm against you, and he doesn’t waste any time, attacking your jawline and neck with sharp, biting kisses. You card your hands through his hair, eyes fluttering shut. His kisses switch into something more intense, and you gasp, eyes fluttering open as small bites litter your neck.

“Ukai,” you moan, fingers tightening in his hair. He leaves little marks until he reaches your chest. His tongue swirls around a nipple, fingers pinching the other. The small sparks of pleasure go straight to your pussy, and your hips shift underneath Ukai, making him groan.

His mouth is hot and relentless on you, and your nipples ache from the attention. His teeth lightly bite down on your breast, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make your eyes fly open.

“Keishin!” you squeal. He chuckles before letting his tongue run over were he just bit.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, not really meaning it, and he continues his path down. When he reaches the waist of your shorts, his eyes find yours, waiting. Biting the inside of your cheek, you shift your hips up, and Ukai grips the fabric, tugging down both your shorts and your underwear. His eyes focus on your exposed pussy, making note of how it’s already wet.

“Quit staring,” you complain, embarrassment flooding your system. He smirks down at you, using his finger to trail up and down your already soaking slit.

“So pretty and wet…” he mumbles. Your hips squirm underneath him, and his finger travels to circle your sensitive clit. You whine at the jolts of pleasure, making him smirk. His finger dips down, and he pushes it in gently. He thumbs at your clit, eyes flicking in between your face and your greedy pussy. Your tug at his hair, rotating your hips in time with his gentle thrusts.

“Keishin, more please,” you whine, making him chuckle. He slips another finger in, stretching you out. Your hands leave his hair to pinch at your nipples. Ukai’s head dips down to lightly bite the inside of your thigh, making you jolt. When he pushes in a third finger, you moan loudly, throwing your head back against the pillow. Something white-hot and foreboding pokes at the edges of your mind, threatening to spill over.

“I’m gonna cum, Kei,” you warn, eyes fluttering shut. His fingers curl inside of you, thumb still relentless on your clit.

“Open your eyes, Y/N.” His voice leaves no room for any argument, and you force them to open, watching as his fingers continue to pump into you. “Cum for me, baby.” He leans down again, eyes fixed on yours, and he bites the inside of your other thigh, and the pain combines with the pleasure, catapulting you over the edge.

You writhe and thrash against him, hips bucking up against his fingers. Ukai’s laugh fills the room, and he continues to move his fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm. When he finally pulls his hand away, you whimper from the loss. He presses a kiss to your hip before flipping you over.

You hear him shuffle, and you glance over your shoulder and see him kneeling behind you, boxers finally off. Excitement and arousal pool inside of you, and you squirm as his hands massage your ass.

“You’re big,” you murmur, making him laugh. He’s thick and long enough that you know it’ll feel good. But even then, you can’t help but wonder if he’ll actually fit. You flush facing forward again, but he leans down to press kisses to your spine.

“You good to keep going?” he asks in between each peck. You nod, letting your fingers dig into the sheets by your head.

“I’ve been thinking about this for years,” he groans, making you flush. His fingers dig into your ass, massaging the flesh. You squirm underneath him, feeling yourself get wetter under his touch. Ukai runs the head of his cock up and down your slit, and you inhale sharply, overcome with the desire to see his face.

“Wait!” you cry out, throwing an arm back to grab his arm. Immediately, he pulls away from you and freezes.

“What’s wrong are you okay? Do you wanna stop?” Panic colors his voice, and you shake your head before rolling over onto you back.

“I, uh, I just wanted to see you,” you mumble, feeling shy. Ukai barks out a laugh and smirks down at you, one of his hands moving to stroke your thigh affectionately.

“Fair enough. There’s always next time.” His predatory grin makes your cunt clench, and you reach up, gesturing for him to lean down. He cocks his head to the side, hair tilting with it.

“What is it you want?” You flush, letting your gaze go past his shoulder.

“A kiss.” His eyes light up, and he leans down, letting his lips ghost against yours. You push up, meeting his lips, and he chuckles. Ukai ruts his hips against you, letting his cock slide in between your soaking folds.

“Keishin, quit teasing me,” you whine. He rolls his eyes before pushing away, resting on his knees.

“Wanna watch your little pussy try to take me,” he explains, letting the head of his cock gently push into you. Your face contorts at the breach, and you wring your hands in the sheets. He whispers sweet words, eyes glued to your flutter pussy. He slowly rocks his hips forward, watching as he sinks in another inch.

You let out a choked moan, his slow movements emphasizing his size. His eyes snap up to your face, letting his hands squeeze your waist.

“Your sweet little cunt feels so good already,” he groans. Your hands tug at the sheets as you try not to squirm. But it feels nearly impossible with how red-hot his cock feels inside of you.

You preen under Ukai’s attention, his hands massaging your flesh as your pussy tries to relax around his thick length.

“So hot and tight.” His words shake as his eyes trail down your body to watch your pussy split around him as he inches in.

“You’re too big,” you keen, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes at the intense stretch, and nonetheless, the thought adds fuel to the fire in your belly, and your pussy clenches down harder on his cock. His thumb strokes delicate circles into your hip, and he smirks down at you.

“Yea, and the thought has you squeezing around my cock, huh? That’s pretty messed up.” You flush at his words, embarrassment coursing through your veins. You turn your head to the side, wanting to escape his intense gaze. Keishin leans forward, rocking his hips and pushing his cock slowly into you until he bottoms out. You let out a pathetic whine, covering your face with your hands

“Don’t get shy now, baby,” he coos, batting at your hands, which flop above your head. “I think it’s cute how tight you are around me. I’m just too big? Is that it, baby?” You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him towards you. He chuckles as you bury face into the crook of his neck. Tentatively, Ukai slowly pulls out, every ridge and vein dragging deliciously against your walls. When he pushes back in, you groan against his skin, and your hands travel up and down the smooth expanse of his back, your nails leaving red lines.

His hand snakes in-between the two of you, and a calloused finger expertly traces patterns onto your clit. You moan loudly, and your body writhes against him. Ukai pulls away from you, and a cruel grin sprawls out onto his face.

“Are you gonna cum? Already?” You nod, pathetically bucking your hips against him still. “We’ve barely started,” he taunts.

“I can’t help it,” you choke out, nerves feeling overwhelmed by sensations. He hums at your words, licking his lips as he eyes your body.

“Okay. It’s okay. Do you wanna be good for me?” he gently asks. You squirm beneath him, hands gripping his biceps, and you nod your head.

“I wanna be good for you, Keishin,” you cry out, the walls of your cunt fluttering around his thick cock. “I’ll be good for you.” His smirk slips into a softer smiler, and he leans forward, grinding his cock into you, and leaving sharp kisses against your neck.

“Then cum for me,” he murmurs against your neck, before shifting to lightly bite your shoulder. Your eyes squeeze shut, and you cant your hips against him, pussy fluttering around him. You grip his biceps tightly, orgasm overwhelming you.

“That’s it. Creaming so pretty on my dick,” Ukai whispers, watching your face contort in pleasure. He ruts into you, fingers still expertly teasing your clit, in an attempt to draw out your orgasm. Your eyes crack open, small tears leaking from your eyes.

“It’s too much, Kei,” you squeal, nails digging into his biceps as you try to squirm away from him. He tuts lightly at you, his hot tongue swiping along the delicate bite mark that’s on your shoulder.

“I thought you wanted to be good for me,” he rumbles. You nod, letting your eyes shut again. The fingers that were tortuously circling your clit slip away to pinch you’re inner thigh. “Look at me, baby.” You pry your eyes open and pant against him. His clever fingers continue their ministrations, and his hips grind deeper into you, making your brain feel foggy and warm.

“I wanna be good,” you mumble, hands leaving his biceps to tangle themselves into his hair. Ukai makes an approving sound, and he kisses your cheek.

“Cum. Again.” A pathetic cry tears itself from your throat, and you focus on the intense pleasure you’re feeling. Ukai leans down, littering your chest with little sharp bites that make you keen. Your brows pinch at the intense pleasure, hips grinding against him. You’re already close again, and you tug at his hair, urging him to kiss you again. His lips eagerly find yours, and you feel him smile against you. You’re so close to falling over that edge again. Your cunt is absolutely drenched, and the erotic squelching makes you flush.

Ukai’s tongue prods at your lips, and you obediently open your mouth, letting him in. It’s sloppy and desperate, and it’s perfect. His fingers dig into your clit, pinching it, and you are flung into the stratosphere, stars popping into your vision. You gush around his cock, and he groans against your lips.

Your thighs twitch, and your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him close to you, urging him to still. He complies, peppering your face with kisses as you come back to earth.

“So pretty,” he whispers against you. You card your fingers through his hair as you try to catch your breath.

“Oh my god, Keishin.” Your voice wavers, and you're embarrassed by how hoarse you sound.

“Want me to stop?” You shake your head desperately at his question, and your legs tighten around him.

“No. I just need a second.” He chuckles watching as your screws up. “I didn’t think I was that sensitive,” you sigh. You unlace your fingers from his hair, wiping at the sweat that’s on your neck.

Ukai smirks at you as he shifts to kneel. His warm hands gripping your waist, keeping you flushed against him. You whine at the movement, pussy tightening around him. His eyes trail over where he enters you, admiring how you’re spread out for him.

“Or, maybe my dick’s too big for you,” he taunts, no real malice behind his words. You squeak at his words, feeling embarrassed and warm. “Yea, that’s it,” he continues, fondly looking at your messy cunt. “You’re so sensitive cause it barely fits in your cunt,” he coos.

“Oh my god,” you murmur, lazily wrapping your legs around him. He lets out a laugh, one that resounds through the apartment, and you smile at him, something syrupy running through your head. “And I think-“

You cut yourself off, nerves overtaking you. His head cocks to the side, and his thumb strokes your waist in a reassuring manner.

“I’m balls deep in you. Don’t get shy on me now,” he says gently, his soft tone colliding with his crude words.

“You’re so vulgar, Keishin.” You roll your eyes at him, a soft smile creeping onto your face. “It could be that,” you say, not wanting to repeat his words, “but I also think I may be sensitive cause it’s you.”

Your voice is soft, and you watch as Ukai practically melts. His arms wrap around you, pulling you against his chest. You moan as your weight settles on him, increasing the pressure from his cock.

“Are you being serious right now?” His voice rumbles through you, and you bite your lip and nod. You press a palm to his cheek, relishing in the way he leans into it.

“There’s no one for me but you, Keishin.” Ukai kicks his legs out behind you, letting you get more comfortable on his lap. His arms wrap around you, holding you close to him, and he buries his face into your neck. His hips buck up into you, making you squeal.

“Gonna fuck you so good. You’re never gonna be able to think about anyone but me inside this pussy.” He punctuates his words with a thrust, and your nails dig into his back. You rock your hips against him, as he sprinkles kisses against your neck.

“Ever since,” you pant, “ ever since I got back, all I’ve thought about is you. I missed you so much.” He moans into your neck, and his sweet kisses turn into little bites, nipping at the sensitive skin there.

“Did you touch yourself? Thinking about my fat cock pushing into you?” he mutters in between nips. Your brows pinch together and you nod as your exhausted pussy flutters again.

“Yes! But all I wanted was you!” Ukais teeth clamp down on your neck, not hard enough to break skin, but it stings. You squeal as he roughly changes positions again, forcing you on your back again, legs wrapped tightly around him.

His pace is relentless, pounding into you. Your fingers claw down his back, and his hands squeeze your hips.

“It’s too much, Kei,” you cry out, eyes squeezing shut. Ukai presses a searing kiss to your lips, thumb digging into your side.

“Please, baby. Give me one more. Cum for me one more time,” he mumbles into your lips. You nod against him, blinking through the tears. “Good. Just let me fuck you like this.”

His cock drives deep in you, making you keen. Your hands travel up to his hair, tangling into it, and tugging at the strands. He feels everywhere, his presence is overwhelming, hot and heavy. His hips rut into you, lips peppering your face with small kisses. Your cunts already oversensitive can feel your orgasm approaching.

“I’m close, Kei,” you choke out, pussy gushing around his cock. You flush at the lewd noises, but he just moans nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Give it to me. Wanna feel your little pussy squeeze around me.” You hold him to your neck, hips bucking into him. Ukai’s hand snakes down in between the two of you, and his fingers rub intense circles on your clit. Your eyes squeeze shut, as the building pleasure finally reaches its peak.

“Just like that, baby. Cum around my cock.” You writhe beneath him, your hands traveling to claw down his back. Your hot cunt grips him tight, legs tightening around his waist. “Just like that,” he groans, before his teeth sink into the base of your shoulder. You moan his name loudly, loud enough that you would be embarrassed later, but for not you don’t care. All you can focus on is the white-hot pleasure that’s coursing through your system.

Ukai’s thrusts don’t stop, plowing into you and prolonging your orgasm. He pulls his hand away from your clit, and he slips his arms in between your back and the bed, holding you tightly. You whine as you feel his hips begin to lose their pace, thrusts no longer steady. Your legs squeeze around him, keeping him close to you.

“Cum inside, please I need it,” you beg. He pulls away from your neck, eyebrows creasing in concern. “I’m on the pill. It’s safe, I promise. Please Kei, I need you to fill me, please, please, please.”

“Alright, baby. I’ll give you what you want.” His head drops back to the crook of your neck, as he stutters against you, hot spurts of cum flooding your pussy. He falls against you, before rolling onto his side, keeping you tight against him. His cock is still lodged within you, and you whine at the movement. Sweet kisses litter your face and neck, and you blink blearily at him. He slowly pulls out of you, grunting at the way your pussy flutters. You grimace as his cum drips out of your abused cunt.

“Gotta get you cleaned up,” he mumbles, before standing up and disappearing to the bathroom. You flop onto your back, trying to catch your breath. When Ukai returns, he kneels in between your shaky legs, and ever so carefully, he takes care of you. There’s something unusually soft in his actions, soft enough to make your heart squeeze. He also gets you a glass of water, which you gulp down. He lights a cigarette, as he watches your eyes start to clear up.

“Keishin, you’re kind of nasty,” you mumble, stretching your arms out above your head. His laugh rumbles through the air, as he takes a drag. He eyes you greedily, as if he’s going to eat you alive.

“This was nothing. There’s so much I wanna do to you.” His voice is low, heavy with exhaustion. “But for now I just want to hold you.”

“Well that can be arranged,” you tease, lying back on the bed. Ukai chuckles, putting out his cigarette and crawling forward to wrap his arms around you. You sigh in contentment, letting your eyes shut.

“I missed you,” he mutters, and you smile against him.

“I missed you too, Keishin.” Sleep tugs at your brain, luring it to a deep rest.

“Did you mean it? What you said?” His voice is unusually quiet, delicately piercing the air. His thumb gently strokes your arm. Your eyes flutter open, and your brows pinch as you try to recall what you had said.

“About what?” you ask, trying to stifle a yawn.

“What you said? About you and me?”

Oh.

You smile at him, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips. When you pull away, you lean your forehead against his and you smile.

“The only person for me is you, Keishin. It’s always been you.” He hums happily before he pulls you against him.

“Good. Cause I was serious. I’m not letting you go again.” You shut your eyes and nuzzle into him, taking comfort in the way his arms wrap around you. And it’s in those arms that you embrace the most peaceful sleep you’ve had in years.✨

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