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softspearbin · 4 years

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tell me baby

genre: fluff, angst, smut

word count: 2k

requested: yes

for @hannie-squirrel00 <3

you were trying to catch your breath and redress yourself before going to your next class. you didn’t go to your history class because of him. and right now you were in the school closet, your hair tousled and your clothes crumpled. “i’ll see you around.” you looked at him and only saw his body leaving the room, the door closing after him. you sighed and took your bag before doing the same as him. thank god the hall was still empty so nobody will ask why you were in this too familiar closet.

you liked history. your teacher was always enthusiast and devoted in what he was doing. but right now you only could think about him. the feeling of his lips moving on your neck letting purple bruises on it and his hand hooked in your panties doing magic with his rough fingers… he was always in your mind. “where were you before history ?” your best friend knew everything about this. she was very supporting because i was fucking with him. and god knows how many girls wanted to be in his bed. “i was just at the infirmary. i had a little headache.” “hey don’t lie to me. you were with jisung right ?” that was the problem. you have spent so much time in his bed that every time you’re missing they knew you were with him. you just glanced at her and concentrated on your teacher’s voice rather than your best friend’s remarks. “hey y/n. you can’t keep seeing each other only for sex. you need to tell him.” you sighed and looked at your fingers playing with your new pen. “i already did.” “ok that’s great! what did he say ?” your heart was beating so fast. you liked him. but after trying to tell him what you feel, you weren’t sure he was feeling the same. “he just answered something like ‘oh great’ and then we had sex, like always.” you looked at your best friend and you saw by the look she was giving you that she was sorry.

the day was tiring but it was finally the weekend and you just needed to relax in your bed with a show on netflix and a hot chocolate to warm up your body. you didn’t see the time spent on your computer before your phone buzzed next to you.

from jisung:

i’m in front of your house. come quick it’s cold!

you left your bedroom slowly and ran to the front door before opening it to a smirking jisung. “what are you doing here ?” you quietly shouted at him as he came closer to you to enter your warm house. “i just wanted to see you.” you hated it when he was coming late at night when your parents were sleeping, letting you with all your romantic scenes from your drama in your thoughts. you knew he was only here because he needed you for his desire but he was looking cute with his big hoodie and sparkly converse.

he entered your bedroom and immediately jumped to your bed, laying his body on your clean sheets. you just kept standing in front of your closed door, looking at his smiling face and his round cheeks. you were really falling in love. but you couldn’t. you knew he was considered as a fuck boy in school and you never had more than sex with him. you need to put your feelings aside. too lost in your thoughts, he called you and tapped your bed for you to come next to him. “i didn’t know you liked those kind of drama.” you closed your laptop and put it away from him before laying down faced to your ceiling. “i didn’t let you come in to let you judge me.” “that was not my intentions.” he grabbed you by the waist and turned your body to face him. your faces were so close you could feel his breath on your chin but you couldn’t look at him. you needed to erase your feelings before he could hurt you.

“y/n. i really want to kiss you.” your heart skipped a beat and you approached him closer before you felt his lips slide to yours. the kiss was starting to heat up and before you knew it he was on top of you, giving you kisses along your neck. he had you wrapped around his finger and he knew it. your breathing was starting to accelerate as he starts to grind his hips with yours. you needed him as much as he needed you. “jisung kiss me.” he laid his lips back on yours and let his hand slip to your pyjama. his fingers were the eight wonder of the world. you couldn’t count the number of times he challenges himself to let you come only with his fingers but you adored those moments, giving you all those pleasureful feelings. “please jisung my parents are sleeping.” “better keep quiet then.” your hips started to move against his hand after he talked to you like that and you needed some friction on your aroused clit. “you’re worrying about your parents next door but you’re here grinding on my fingers baby.” you didn’t have time to blush as he had his fingers pumping in and out of you in a rough pace. small hushed out moans slipped through your mouth even though you were trying your best to hide them. but before you could feel your climax, he took his fingers out before hanging them by your mouth for you to suck. you heard him curse under his breath watching you suck your wetness from his fingers. next thing you know, jisung was trusting into you roughly, placing soft kisses all over you. the mixture between rough and sweet send you over the edge as needy whines fall from your lips. “wait a little for me baby, i’m almost here.” and with only few trusts jisung came on your thighs.

“hm do you have something so i can clean you up ?” “don’t worry i’ll do it myself.” that was the first time jisung asked to clean you up after his mess. tonight was weird but nice. you came back in your bedroom and saw jisung already dressed, ready to leave. you were wrong, nothing as really changed tonight. “you’re already leaving.” he turned towards you and smiled at your tired face. “i have a lot to do tomorrow, i need to rest before the day.” you watched him put his phone back in his pocket and you hesitated. should you asked him? “you can-hm.. can you stay here a little ?” you regretted your question after having no answer. “if you don’t want to it’s ok i-” “you’re tired let me put you to bed.” your heart skipped a bit one more time during this day and you waited for him under your duvet. he came right after you and let you lay your head on his toned chest, his fingers stroking your hair. “i really like you jisung.”

another week of school, another week where you needed to survive. you and your best friend were waiting in class before the start of your first period. “oh my god y/n you told him!” “yes but i don’t know if he fell asleep or not when i said i like him, we haven’t talk since that night.” “text him right now!” that night you confessed to him but you never got an answer. this morning you were welcomed by jisung hanging out with new girls. you weren’t sure anymore if he heard you or not, but you needed to talk to him, even if it is only by text, you couldn’t wait anymore.

“are you kidding me ? you never answered my texts and now i see that you replaced me.” “we never banned each other to see other people y/n. i’m just not thinking about you everyday!” “oh that’s how you feeling jisung ? then just forget about me. you know i had feelings for you! i don’t know how i’ve could fall for you, i hate you.” you knew you were going to get hurt. but you got so blind by your feelings for him, you had so much hope. this kind of relationship was the worst idea you had and you needed to erase jisung from your life. but seeing him at school was not helping you. you just needed to ignore him until the end of the year and then you will leave for uni.

you survived now two weeks and you couldn’t be happier. your grades were always high and your daily stress was decreasing. tonight you could relax and rest during all the weekend, your homework already done and your parents out on a romantic weekend. the weather was getting worse as the evening progressed. thank god your best friend was free to facetime you, too scared in your own little house all alone. you decided to stay the night in your living room and to pull an all-nighter with your best friend before you heard a knock at your door. “oh my god shh someone just knocked at my door!” “go see who is it, i’ll stay with you but please, don’t die y/n.” “are you serious, i don’t want to go now!” the knock repeated itself and you went to see who it was. “oh fuck, it’s jisung.” “WHAT OH MY GOD Y/N OPEN YOUR DOOR!” “no! i will not!” you saw his body shivering because of his wet body soaked by the rain. did you had a little bit of compassion for him ? well yes unfortunately you had. “ok i’m hanging up.”

you opened your door facing the boy who were still making your heart beat too fast. his hair and clothes were wet and his eyes were puffy. “y/n.” you opened your door widely and let him enter your house before going to grab a towel for him. you gave him your towel but after getting no reaction you decided to dry his hair by yourself. “y/n i-i need to talk to you.” “well i’m here. talk.” you stopped your actions and he looked right into your eyes before letting his gaze fall to his feet. “i’m really sorry. i’m the stupidest boy on earth. i was not sure you liked me before you told me that night. but i know that i really liked and still like you. i never felt like this before and i wasn’t sure of my feelings. at first i thought it was only because of us… been close in bed but, the more i was seeing the more this feelings were growing up. and i got scared. and that night when you said you liked me, i couldn’t believe it and i didn’t know how to react. i was so stupid to let you wait only for me to deceive you. i knew i was already hurting you and the only defense i had was to hurt you more. and i’m really sorry for that. because i like a lot. i can’t stop thinking about you, your smile, your laugh, or even your small and cute manners. i like everything about you. and please forgive me for everything.”

you didn’t expect this. he came to your house under the rain all wet and shivering to confess his feelings for you. fuck you love this boy. you couldn’t help but smile and took his hand in yours. “i like you too much to not forgive you but jisung you’re freezing. come on, let’s go change you up into something warmer.” he followed you with his drenched socks to your bedroom and change into your dad’s clothes. you needed to take care of him tonight. you took his face in your hands and squished his cheeks before kissing his adorable face. “you’ll stay the night right ?” “sure i will.”

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angelinteractivestories · 7 years

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Lauren and Anon - 3

You and Hannelore(Hanni) have been watching the Anthony Bourdain marathon. Admittedly it is an odd chocie of marathon for Christmas Day, but you appreciate it. Samantha has largely ignored you, Hanni has said she's spending the day with her room mate. Remus hasn't bothered messaging you either. Samantha sent you another message from her old number, apologizing for the penis ad spam prank. It never really crossed your mind it would be a prank.

"I have to apologize," Hanni says while standing up to stretch.

You're welcome over whenever you want. "You're welcome over whenever you want." You offer a smile and walk her to the door. She hesitates at the frame and smiles back.

"You really are a sweet guy. I'm sorry to hear what happened between you and Samantha. I hope she doesn't stop you from coming to Coffee of Doom more often." With that she disappears into her room leaving you in the hallway with your own door open. It;s roughly 3 PM. You have until 10 to do anything you want. But obviously nothing is really open on Christmas.

Troll

You go trolling down the street in search of any shops that may be open. Most fast food places are, a lot of the privately owned shops aren't except for the oddball ones. Things like Harry's Illusions and Magic, Benjamin's Books and Oddities. One shop that's been under construction for a while seems to have it's opening day today. "Grandma Wishi's Mystical Goodies and Artifacts."

Reading material. You open the door to a small bell jingle. "Good afternoon," a young man is at the counter. He has purple hair, and is wearing thin-framed glasses. "Feel free to look around, don't steal anything. I'll know." He offers a cheeky grin with the sentence. Each shelf is organized by genre, alphabetically.

Romance. 'Fabio's Grandiose Jaunt', 'The Grave Captive', 'Future in the Concerto'.. And of course all the covers are muscled, tanned men who'd probably beat your ass to Taiwan and back. Spread across the shelves occasionally are odd knicks and knacks. A small crystal skull, a D&D figurine, one of those dancing flower pots...

Grab a book of random. You grab one of the books without really paying attention to it. 'Future in Concerto'. Maybe it'll be good. Hopefully it'll be good. You take it up to the counter, setting it down. "Five dollars." You fish out your wallet, dropping down 7. He takes it, rings it up, gives you back your change minus tax. Barely even pocket change. Exiting from the store, you can go to another shop, get some food or go home.

Go home. You walk home, back into your apartment with your new book in hand. About an hour as passed. You set down to read a few pages when your phone dings.

Respond. Samantha again. What was it this time? 'Just wanted to say sorry again, I was really drunk after the party. Merry Christmas!' You text back the obligatory Merry Christmas, returning to the book. It's not bad, but it's nowhere near what your average person would consider good. Purple prosed to hell and back, dialogue is dry, and the people aren't even believable. Ding, goes the phone.

Eat. You eat the muffin. No longer hot, not even warm, but the flavor and moisture is still there. The cinnamon and apples explode flavor into your mouth, sending you straight to Flavor Town. Your mind is overtaken by falling leaves and Autumn Times. Pumpkins around every corner, Samantha hanging off your arm... It was really great. You'd have to ask Hanni for more later. Your computer is sitting in the corner, dejected.

Candle. You pick up a nearby candle, lighting it with the candle you keep with it. Banana Walnut Bread. It's more summery than autumny but the warm smells just fuel the autumn feels left behind by the muffin. Normally you didn't mind Winter, but god did it not help your recent moods. You relax for a few moments, just taking in the scent...

Phone. You check your phone, this time the message was from Remus. At this point it crossed your mind no had bothered to call. Guess it just isn't modern culture to call people. 'Merry Christmas friendo, hope it's a good one! Everything okay with you at the party last night? You seemed off.'

Merry Christmas. 'Merry Christmas!' You set your phone down after, just relaxing with the scent. Quickly you fall asleep. Leaving the candle unattended, you naughty. Luckily you awake in roughly an hour and nothing has burnt down. The only reason you woke up was your stomach is very angry.

Go out. You go out, something quick and cheap. MacDunalds. Just a double cheeseburger, fries, and a drink. It'll leave you a bit hungry but you are saving. The dining floor is mostly empty. The only other people there are teens much younger than you who either weren't there by choice or just hated existence entirely. But what's the difference there anyway?

Watch out the window. You watch out the window. Not many people out today as to be expected. A few couples around, but most of them don't appear happy. A guy walking his dog. Another gang of roaming Santas. Oh hey look it's Fat Jesus again. You lose yourself in watching people, slowly eating your meal and losing time.

It's about 9 now and you have to go back home. You have a good thirty minutes before you go to bed.

TV. You watch TV for the last 30 minutes. Charlie Brown's Christmas Special, actually. Good stuff. Numbs your mind to any invasive thoughts you may have.

Unfortunately you do have to go to bed so you can get up in time for work in the morning. This night, you have no dreams. You wake up to your alarm...

Shower. You go to the shower, doing a quick rinse and wash. Throw on deodorant, your uniform, and a quick bowl of cereal. Luckily the store is only about four blocks away, a twenty minute walk if you're careful. You make it just on time as you planned. Lane 4 today. Not to many others are here yet, but will be arriving momentarily.

Wait appropriately You wait by appropriately, helping customers as you should. Answer any questions you can answer. Everything is going smoothly, No hitches. Before you know it your shift is almost over. Nothing eventful happened. Part of you is glad after the last two days, but another part is craving. For action, for change. Drama. For emotion.

What are you doing the rest of the day. You try to think of what you'll do for the rest of the day. You could always try to talk to Lauren, maybe get her to hang out. Avoiding Remus seems to be your new pastime so may do that. Of course Hanni is probably working so you could stop by the CoD. The thoughts occupy your mind until the end of your shift. Now you must decide.

See what Lauren is up to. May as well. You text Lauren, 'What's up? Want to hang out?' Walking down the street slowly you find no response. No respite from the darkness that's creeping in the corners for every alley and the glare of every passerby. You'd been relatively fine until the party. What happened? Had she really affected you that much? Ding!

'Sorry, busy today. I can in two days.' That'll be Tuesday.. Well your options have appeared to severely limited themselves.

Hanni

You go to Coffee of Doom, slinking in and up to the counter. Hanni is working today, with another brown haired girl you don't recognize. "Hey Anon, how can I help you?"

"Whatever you want to make me." She smiles, nodding before setting to work getting the coffee. The metal music playing over the speakers drowns your thoughts out. The scent of coffee drags you back to the present, Hanni's smiling face keeps you anchored to it. It's a good thing to try to stay anchored, however you can. But do you recognize that depending on people to keep you anchored can end badly? Part of you doesn't know. The other part hopes you do.

Talk to her.

"How's your day been?" She nods, handing you the drink. You take it and take a sip, feeling the caffeine surging into your body. "Good. Hey, thanks for yesterday. That muffin was awesome." She smiles gratefully, moving to the side slightly so the brownhaired girl takes the register. You follow.

"Alright we can talk now."

See when she gets off. "Hey, this may be a bit weird when do you get off?"

She glances down at her watch again. "In about an hour." You nod and lean against the counter with a sigh. "You good?" You offer a nod and a smile, much better than you were at least. The coffee was helping as well.

"I'll wait until your off, get back to work!" You teasingly grin with the last remark and move to one of the small tables nearby. It's a cushioned chair. Green upholstered with a tiny floral design in it. It's comfortable as well.

Watch Hanni. You watch Hanni as she works. She seems happy but you notice occasionally a small flit of panic flies across her face. From what you aren't sure, but it never outwardly affects her. Maybe it's just in your imagination. She's an expert at most of the drinks she's asked to make, though. It takes her little to no time at all to throw it all together. It's really amazing to watch. Her eyes are so focused the entire time…

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