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willowrites · 23 days

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heyyy so this is a request for colby. i thought that maybe he invited his “friend😉” y/n for a collab on his channel and theyre playing truth or drink and the questions get kinda spicy and he also gets kinda jealous fron some of her answers and stuff and maybe add some crazy smut idk its up to u😙😙

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PAIRINGS. colby brock x fem reader

SUMMARY. amid a no big deal type of video of truth or drink some feelings and needs get mixed...

WARNINGS. drinking! smut, dominant male x sub fem (colby showing his dominant side fr), choking, spanking, rough sex, scratching, oral female!receiving, degradation, dirty talk, praising, unprotected sex (don’t do this!!)...

AUTHORS NOTE. i absolutely LOVED this request!! i usually don’t get a lot of these types of requests so u best believe i tried putting my whole heart and soul into it. hope you enjoyed bae !! SORRY THIS IS SO LATE BTW.

WORD COUNT. 4.9k

as you sat on the couch scrolling on instagram you heard your friend colby’s voice.

“we should do a special kind of Q&A huh?” he was speaking to sam but you still took the liberty to answer.

“how about truth or drink? it’ll still be a q & a. just more fun.” you raised your brows.

they both looked at each other and nodded. “fuck, for once she has a good idea.” colby scoffed.

“oh shut the fuck up dick. i always have good ideas.” you rolled your eyes.

“yeah, that tiny ass skirt not being one of them.” he looked at your outfit.

you had on a basic black fitted shirt which fell just above your belly button. a blue-wash mini skirt with black high-heeled boots that reach just the middle of your shin.

your hair was pin-straight because you straightened it and you had on your usual makeup.

“my outfit is fire you’re just a hater.” you eyed him.

“oh please, you could see your bare ass cheeks in that thing.” he gestured up and down towards your body.

“oh, sad you can’t see more?” you grinned and he immediately left the room.

you shrugged him off waiting for their queue to go to their little filming area.

it was 11:30 when they had started to get things ready. you headed towards the filming area and sat down on the couch.

“guys sorry i have to go. my friend just texted and told me it’s an emergency.” sam was panicking and you could tell. “maybe you can do this for your personal channel colby, but i gotta go. have fun.” he was quick to say bye and headed out towards the door.

you hoped everything with sam was okay but all you thought about after he left was how it was just you and colby and how you were bound to get heated.

“for fucks sake,” you whispered to yourself.

“don’t act so excited.” colby randomly appeared. you had no idea where he came from. he was carrying a bottle of tequila and plastic shot cups. “you ready?”

“i guess.” you fake yawned.

colby clicked on the camera making it start clicking.

“it’s counting down to ten then it’ll record. just in case you’re too stupid to realize.” he snickered after his rude remark.

“i know you fuckface.” you sneered.

you and colby always had this love-hate friendship. of course, it wasn’t real but it was just more interesting to be mean to each other. you both got the memo and never got mad about anything you guys have said to each other.

in the midst of your friendship, you found yourself finding colby more attractive by the day. you didn’t give yourself the time of day to really think or dwell but in the back of your mind, you knew you had just the tiniest bit of feelings for him.

were they as tiny as your little brain thought though?

“what’s up, guys! it’s colby brock here and welcome back to my channel! today we’re going to get…fucked!” he says to the camera. “i haven’t done one of these in a loooong time. oh shit…by the way guys this is y/n!” he pretends to shrug then grins.

“wow thank you so much for the introduction colby, hi guys!” you smile. you weren’t usually on colby’s channel so you wanted to make a good impression all the time.

“of course.” he fake smiles. “alright! you guys already know what this video is based on the title. view discretion is advised…if you do not have 21! don’t drink.” you both paused. “why’d i say that so weirdly.” he cringed.

“because you’re odd.” you stated. “what he means is if you are underage obviously don’t drink.”

“yeah, what she said. now i posted a little instagram story thingy asking you guys to ask us truth or dare questions but we are cutting out the dares and doing drinks!” he rubs his hands together. “so let’s get started”

he brought out his phone scrolling through it. “i’m so not prepared for the hangover i will endure tomorrow.” you groaned leaning back on the couch.

“me too, i haven’t drunk in like 3 days.” he wiped his forehead playfully.

“wow colby that must be a new record for you.” you patted his back.

“oh fuck off. here you read the questions.” he rolled his eyes passing the phone to you. “alright guys, the first question let’s get it.”

you were biting your cheek as you carefully skimmed the question. “woah! starting off strong huh. alright…what’s the worst ‘doing the dirty’ experience you’ve had.”

his eyes widened. “starting off very strong.” he laughed. “wow…um”

you thought about it. there were quite a few. “are you going to answer this?”

“yeah! i’m gonna…m gonna answer it.” he leaned back on the couch. “just uh..one time i had a female use a lot of teeth. and it hurt.”

you winced at that and giggled a bit. “yikes that’s uh…”

“yeah yeah it was really awkward and i just..yeah we never talked again.” he looked down in fake shame. “what about you. you going to answer?”

“yeah for sure um…well i’m not going to name names but this one guy i was with …let’s just say he didn't have the best hygiene and well it smelled so bad i genuinely had to leave.” you laughed painfully.

“that is so nasty y/n oh my god.” colby covers his face.

“you’re telling me! i wanted to die then and there. somehow i was the embarrassed one.” you covered your face.

“jeez alright alright well i am soooo sorry about that.” he chuckled.

he wasn’t sorry.

“next question!” he fake demanded.

“okay, which one of you has the better style?” you spoke.

“oooo that is a hard question…” colby pretended to think. “me!”

“oh that’s such a fat lie!” your tone playful but offended. “i have a much better style than you!”

“liar liar!” he sang.

“oh, whatever i’m better and you know it. next question.”

as you both bantered and went through questions some you drank some you answered you felt the alcohol hit you after three shots.

your brain went fuzzy and your actions became more free.

you looked at colby throughout your time and he got increasingly hot. you didn’t know if it was you or the alcohol but you wanted to jump his bones.

“colby why do you have a pair of handcuffs in your room?” your eyes widened on that one as soon as you said it.

you’ve never really been in colby’s room. only once to use the restroom so you never really looked around.

you turned to him and his eyes were wide and his face turned red.

“what the fuck.” he laughed in disbelief. “umm…why? i mean…?” he grabbed the bottle of tequila ready to go.

“no come on answer it!” you wanted to get it out of him even though you clearly knew why. “were they props for a video?”

“no.” he stated. then he got ready to put the bottle back. “you know what i use them for personal fun alright.”

“what the fuck does that even mean? personal fun?” you questioned, confusion written on your face.

“that should answer the question right?” he nods to himself while you’re shaking your head.

“no no, you need to go a little bit more in-depth with it.” you have a smug look on your face.

“oh my god, i’m getting embarrassed.” he smiles awkwardly at me and then at the camera.

“then go ahead and drink.” you raise your brows trying to use reverse psychology to make him spill…and it works.

“i’ve used them for sexual fun.” he says while about to pour the shot. “that counts right.”

you thought about it, your stomach doing loops. “fine.” you roll your eyes.

“ha ha…” he rubs his hands together. “next question.”

you scroll through and find the perfect one.

“ñame two dirty kinks that you have.” colby’s face as you read the question was filled with surprise.

“jeez…oh my god. sorry…m-mom.” he apologized.

“oh so you’re gonna answer?” you squinted your eyes in intimidation.

“w-what. you know what now i’m not.” he scoffed and picked up the bottle. he poured half the shot when you interrupted.

“you already said one!” you shrugged.

“oh so that counts?” he questioned.

“mhm.” you hummed waiting for his second response.

“ummm…” he paused putting his hand out in front of him and leaning against his knee. “i like to be dominant. alright, there we go.”

your eyes widened. even though you could tell what kind of guy colby was in the bedroom, it was more effective as he said it right in front of the camera not being afraid to express it.

“oh wow…” you said slowly. “not surprised.”

“oh really? now you have to answer.” he waits.

“mmm, or i could drink.” you snicker grabbing the bottle from his hands.

“nuh uh, cmonnnn…” he tries to convince you.

“oh my god ugh.” you whine. “fine, um…i like to be …praised?” you questioned.

“wow…a very good one. mhm…” his gaze on you was strong. you felt so small under his stare. “one more…” he says softly.

“and iliketobechoked.” you muttered as quick as you could.

“you what now? sorry i didn’t hear you! doesn’t count.” he fake frowns.

“oh my god. i like to be choked.” you sternly let out. “moving on!” you raised your voice trying to distract yourself.

little did you know, for the rest of the video colby was thinking of you in that position and his mind ran through all the other times you could’ve been with someone else.

he was envious.

envious of people who got to pleasure you and who got pleasured by you.

as the time went on you both got more drunk. you were a bit tipsy but thanks to your genius plan of just telling the truth the alcohol barely affected you.

same with colby, after that he realized he really had nothing to hide.

“okay well that’s it you guys thank you for watching…and thank you y/n for joining. ” as he was talking to the camera you were analyzing him. his perfect face. his jawline. your eyes trailed down to his hands.

you felt you dampen your underwear.

you felt embarrassed at the fact that he was able to make you feel these things so easily.

“of course it was fun! i definitely learned a lot more about you.” you laughed.

“yes, same here…” he paused and squinted at you. “but anyways i will see you guys next time!”

he ended the video and there was just silence.

“how tipsy are you?” he asked.

“considering ive told the truth more times than i took a drink, i’m sober.” you snickered. “you?”

“not at all,” he spoke. his tone is not something you’ve heard before.

“i’ll be right back im going to use the restroom.” you got nervous under his gaze.

you scurried off to the restroom looking yourself in the mirror. you made sure to fix anything about yourself and reapplied your lip product.

you then adjusted your skirt so that it was in a higher position. you didn’t know what possessed you to act so teasing but you did.

after you were done, you walked out confidently heading back to the main room.

“in here!” colby shouted his voice heard from the hall leading towards the den.

what you loved about sam and colby’s house was that it was always cozy. it wasn’t like a big celebrity mansion you always felt at home here.

to explain the sudden thought in your head, as you walked into the den there was a massive L-shaped couch that was basically a big bed. there were detachable seats where you could just slide them wherever to maximize the space.

the huge window on one side of the room looking out to darkness but covered with curtains that had fairy lights draped. the colors red.

then a fireplace with a large flat-screen TV above it. some plants scattered around too which also pleased your eyes.

“wanna watch a movie?” he was manspreading making you want to squeeze your thighs together.

“uh..thought you’d want me gone by now.” you playfully spat one hand on your hip and the other on your thigh playing with the end of your skirt.

you were never really flirty but maybe you’ll admit the alcohol is affecting you more than you mentioned.

“mmmm, see i would kick you out because being home alone is depressing. sam won’t be back until tomorrow he just texted.” he was looking down at his phone but then put it to the side and rested his gaze on you.

you were still in the door frame which was quite wide so you were being illuminated by the light behind you.

“turn the light off and come over here,” he spoke softly. you couldn’t tell but when you turned around to shut the switch off he admired how you looked in your outfit.

he was throwing a fit earlier because he was jealous he wouldn’t be the only one seeing it. he wanted to be the one to take it off too.

something you also didn’t know was that he was jealous. jealous that you’ve been with other people but not with him. he wanted to be the one who kissed you and loved up on you. he wanted to choke you while he fucked you at a relentless pace.

and he too, was more tipsy than he’d like to admit.

you made your way back once you switched off the light; the only thing illuminating the room was the flatscreen TV.

you sat on the opposite side of the couch starting to get nervous.

“you act like i’m going to do something to you.” colby chuckled his arm resting on the back of the couch. he looks so good, you thought to yourself.

you wanted him to do something to you.

“i’m just getting comfortable.” you settled on the couch and somehow some way the skirt barely covered your underwear.

colby looked and noticed which had him visibly become hard.

you didn’t notice because you were focused on his ring-clad hands and how they’d feel inside you.

you looked away to then look at the TV and see what he was putting on to watch.

“so what we are watching?” you questioned fiddling with your hair.

“mmm” he started to speak distracted by your thighs and how they’d look around his head while he…you know. “what do you feel like?”

“hmm, i’m not sure how long are you planning on keeping me around?” you look at him.

as your gazes met your stomach churned and you squeezed your thighs tighter.

there was pure lust in his eyes. you felt like he could kill you with his glare. he fiddled with his ring causing you to gulp.

“why do you look nervous?” he said disregarding your question.

“i’m not…” you denied. “you’re the one who looks nervous.” lie.

“how so?” he said starting to get up.

your eyes didn’t leave his body as he stood up to turn on the fireplace. he then came towards you. you froze heart beating out of your chest.

“what’s wrong?” he pouted. “stand up.”

what the fuck was going on.

you were confused but still followed his orders.

“how are you not cold in this tiny ass skirt.” he played with the end of it.

you lifted your head to meet his eyes trying to keep your composure.

“last time i checked im not outside.” you scoffed rolling your eyes at his comment.

“mmm, i turned on the fireplace because i thought you’d be a bit chilly. aren’t i a nice friend?” he grinned his hand making its way to your shoulder brushing the hair away. his touch sent chills down your body you couldn’t control.

“friend is an overstatement,” you whispered. he was now a centimeter away from you. his hand made its way behind your neck and caressed softly.

“not friends? funny.” he humorlessly laughed now playing with your hair. “you love my company.”

“do not.” you snort. he grinned knowingly stepping closer toward you. you were close to stumbling back onto the couch but kept your balance.

“then why are you so nervous? you’re shivering but you’re not cold…you get chills every time i touch you. you love my company.” he called you out. you were stunned to speak. what did you have to say to that? “and you love my touch.” he stepped even closer this time causing you to fall back onto the couch. you sat up in a sitting position looking up at him.

he knelt down meeting your eyes. “look at you in this skirt.” his right hand trailing down your thigh and the other on the couch. “do you have any idea how good you look? and how pissed the fuck off i was to see you wearing it not just for me?”

you had no idea where this behavior came from but it was turning you on.

your breathing became heavier as his hand trailed closer to your sex. “dressed like a slut to get who’s attention?” his demeanor changed but you could tell it wasn’t serious, even then it was still turning you on.

“certainly not for you.” you felt breathless.

“the way that your legs just opened at my touch; i'd say it was.” he bit his lip a little bit. “just ask and i’ll touch you, baby.”

his teasing had you wanting to drop to your knees.

you placed your hand protectively at the end of your skirt. “touch me? you think you can make me feel good?” you challenged.

“find out.” he replied tapping your knee. “cmon, open up.”

as if you were hypnotized your legs spread giving room for colby hands to go further.

“good girl.” all that he was able to see was your lacy black lingerie, he pressed the back of his palm right on top of your clothed clit. “ironic how you’re this wet but seem to despise me.”

he’s more harsh with his touch pressing firmly focusing on your clit rather than where you’re most damp. your face contorts as you’re experiencing the smallest bit of pleasure.

“fuck, just wanna taste you so bad. you have no idea how fucking long I've wanted to wrap my lips around your sweet pussy.’ he groaned rubbing back and forth on your sensitive area.

so the dirty talk has begun…

your legs spread further apart granting him more access.

“all needy, go on beg for it.” he pulls his hand away from your sex setting both on top of either of your thighs.

the pleasure you were just receiving seemed to have wiped your memory from all the previous comments he's made because you find yourself begging for his touch.

“touch me please,” you whine trying to grab his hand and bring it toward where you were aching the most.

“look at you, being such a needy whore.” he spat all of a sudden pulling you by your legs closer to him so that your legs were wrapping around his waist. “you sure you wanna start this baby? i don't know if you can handle it.” he egotistically chuckles.

his comment sparked something up in your brain.

your past relationships have been slightly rough in the bedroom but not to the point where you were fully satisfied. you found that you like it when you're belittled or manhandled, it turns you on like nothing else does. you enjoyed being choked and spanked and having your hair pulled. just imagining all the hints colby would do to you had you pulling colby by his shirt and connecting your lips.

immediately he took control grabbing you by your neck just the way you liked it. he slipped his tongue in your mouth swiftly dominating the kiss and his other hand pulled you closer to him, your pussy and his cock only being separated by a few pieces of clothing.

after a few more seconds of your heated make-out session, he pulled away placing the hand that was choking you on your chin and dominantly looking down at you. it was a few seconds before he spoke, “so fucking beautiful.” he said, aggressively connecting your lips one more time before picking you up, your legs still around his waist.

with no more words, he walked out of the den, through the halls, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. he tossed you on the bed then turned around and slammed the door shut locking it.

“gonna let me make you feel good?” he questioned quickly scanning you up and down. you both had lust unmistakably written on your faces.

you leaned up on your elbows looking down and noticing his prominent bulge signaling he was enjoying this as much as you were. “mhm” you hummed wanting to continue as quick as possible.

“good.” he quickly replied before taking off his black shirt in milliseconds revealing his rose tattoo. he then followed by taking off his belt and his pants, his muscles completely visible to you.

while he was doing that you went again and removed your boots while admiring the way his body moved and how it looked. the way he was moving had you wanting to suck him dry. “you're cute when you stare.” he mentioned before making his way onto the bed and pulling you by your legs toward him causing you to lie down on your back.

you moved the hair out of your face to get a better look at him. “can i take this off?” he toyed with your mini skirt. instead of replying you took the skirt off yourself; as well as your top revealing the lacy bra under.

“god, look at you.” he groaned feeling you up and down admiring you. admiring the way you looked in your lingerie on his bed. he’s been wanting to be in this position for so long so you best believed he would savor the feeling.

the way he was looking at you made you feel so good.

“gonna make you feel so fucking good.” he climbed on top of you connecting your lips once more before pulling away. “gonna let me touch you?”

your hands made their way to his hair tugging on it. “yes.” you panted.

he chuckled and pulled down your underwear so that you were bare. your legs immediately spread welcoming his hands to do whatever they wanted.

“wanna taste you. let me taste you.” he managed to slowly make his way to the edge of his bed right in front of your wet pussy. “so pretty. you can tell me to stop whenever okay?” his pointer finger dragged along your folds receiving a gasp from your lips.

“i will but please colby, want your tongue so bad.” you whined, your right hand gripping his hair while the other gripped his bed sheets.

it was like he didn’t need any more reassurance before he latched his lips onto your clit sucking harshly. surprised by his antics your head lunged forward in surprise.

“oh fuck.” you groaned tugging on his hair earning a moan from him.

“do that again come on. you want more?” the animalistic sounds he was making while slurping up your juices had you getting closer and closer to your release.

you repeatedly whined ‘yes’ so desperately wanting his mouth to keep pleasuring you.

his tongue was moving so fast you couldn’t keep up. you were so sensitive you had tried pushing his head away but this only caused him to grip your thighs harder.

"cmon baby, you can take it." you looked down to see a smirk on his face. 'mmm' he hummed, he went from a slow pace to a fast pace but regardless you were nearly there. you felt it.

you were getting so close you forced yourself to let go of his head and brought your hands up to your breasts playing with your nipples.

your breaths became short showing colby you were almost there. he pulled you impossibly closer sucking on your clit; his actions succeeding as it caused your orgasm to crash into you. "fuck fuck fuck" you came on his tongue.

you were screaming because of how sensitive you were and how he didn't stop the pace of his tongue on your sensitive clit.

he finally pulled away giving you time to breath. you felt as if you were in another dimension.

"holy fuck you tasted so good." he crawled up your body as you lay there trying to catch your breath. "come here" he spoke connecting your lips.

even though that orgasm nearly had you tired for the night, it didn't satisfy the need you felt for his cock.

your hand went ahead and groped his print; boxers were the only thing separating his skin from yours.

he spasmed as you started palming him slowly.

"want my cock?" he whispered against the skin of your chest as he sucked lovebites all across.

"so bad" you begged. "want you in me now" your sentences were short and straight to the point.

no time to waste. you thought.

"don't worry baby, i got you." his hand went towards his bedside table looking for a condom you assumed.

"im on birth control and clean if that matters. with or without I don't mind. just need you so bad." you stopped walking him so he could make up his mind and think clearly.

"wow, im that special?" he joked which earned a eye roll from you.

"oh please, you wish." you stated.

after your comment which colby wasn't fond of, he kissed you.

his tongue delved in through your lips completely dominating you and a second later you felt him push all the way inside you.

to say you lost your breath would be an understatement. you wouldn't say this out loud but he was huge. he completely took your breath away and he didn't allow you to catch it as he pulled out and then slammed back into you.

"i wish?" he asked still relentlessly pounding into you. he groaned and spoke again. "look at you. you're telling me i’m not special when i have you fucked dumb here in my house, in my room, and in my bed?" he laughed in disbelief.

you wanted to speak and tell him off. you wanted to say something, anything but nothing came to your mind; not that you'd be able to say it anyway.

all that came from your mouth were moans from how pleasured you were feeling.

your orgasm was coming faster than you thought. your hands were scratching at colbys back trying to hold onto anything.

your hand scratched down for the first time on his back earning a full groan from him. "god feels so fucking good." as he continued pounding into you, his right hand made its way to your throat.

fuck yes.

"you like to be choked?" he asked obviously not looking for an answer. "yeah? i’m the only fucking person who'll have you feeling this good. no one else. do you understand me?"

you had tried to respond but your brain couldn't move fast enough. apparently, colby would get it out of you.

when you didn't respond he pulled out and flipped you over, ass up. he then pushed into you once again slamming into you over and over again.

you felt a hard smack on your ass. it hurt but it hurt so good. you felt tears stinging your eyes.

"i said do you understand me?" both hands were on your hips for support so that it didn't mess up his rhythm. your face was in the pillow so he didn't hear your response.

he then pulled your back to his chest still inside you and wrapped his hand around your neck once more.

"oh y/n? fucked you so good you can't speak?" confidence laced in his tone. "i said, do you understand that i am the only one to make you feel this good?"

"yes yes yes!" your words finally slipped out of your lips.

"good girl." he praised you pushing you back down so he could continue ramming into you. "fuck m'gonna come"

those words had you coming whether you liked it or not. "I'm coming oh fuck" you gripped the bed sheets.

"mhm, that's my girl." colby moaned, his rhythm interrupted by his own orgasm.

he still had the strength to ride you both through your orgasm.

as you both were coming down from your high you heard a door slam downstairs.

"what the fuck was that?" you gasped.

colby's dick was still in fact inside you so you had nowhere to go.

all colby did was throw his black silk sheets over both of your bodies.

"colby?" you heard sam downstairs.

"i guess he didn't end up staying?" colby said confused. "fuck, he's such a cock block."

"who said we were going to keep going?" you asked knowing damn well you wouldn't turn him down.

colby eyed you, connected your lips chastely, then pulled out of you getting off the bed and slipping his boxers on.

"ill be right back," he whispered.

as he walked away you couldn't help but hope that this wouldn't be just a one-night stand.

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herrscherofinsanity · 5 months

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Dating Advice with Jimin!

Summary: Being new to the dating world, Minjeong turns to her fellow members for advice.

Fluff? Crack?

Yu Jimin x 5th member!reader

Word count: 1.4k

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“Okay, watch this! I’ve totally got it this time!” Jimin exclaimed cheerfully, a goofy grin spread across her face.

You gave Jimin an encouraging smile, beside you, Aeri made sure to have her phone camera ready to record what would probably be the leader’s hundredth failed attempt.

Jimin, once again, threw a pretzel in the air and made a move to catch it with her mouth. You all sat there quietly, curious to see if she would really get it this time.

“Aw, damn…” Jimin groaned. The pretzel had landed on her right cheek and then proceeded to fall off onto the floor… joining the other pretzels that had been victims of the leader’s silly antics.

“Wow, Jimin, you truly suck”, Aeri deadpanned, making Ning let out the loudest laugh, it even pulled a giggle out of you, which you tried to cover up with a cough when the leader turned to glare at you.

“You’re laughing at me too, y/n?” Jimin pouted, “I thought at least you would be on my side”.

“I mean-”

“Unnie, y/n might be in love with you, but that doesn’t mean she’s blind”, Ning said with a laugh.

Aeri threw her head back, letting out what Jimin could only describe as an evil cackle, “Oh Ning, I’ve taught you well”.

“y/n…” Jimin whined, your girlfriend sent you a pleading look. You chuckled, walking over to where your girlfriend was sitting. Once you were close enough, you leaned in, placing a kiss right where the last pretzel had landed.

“Feeling better?” you whispered.

Jimin hummed, a pleased look on her face.

Right before Aeri could come up with a way to tease the two of you, the front door to the dorm had burst open, a flushed Minjeong making her way onto the living room.

“You good?” Ning asked.

“No” Minjeong scanned the room before elaborating. She took notice of how you and Jimin were chilling on the floor, Ning sat right across the two of you, and Aeri looked over all of you up on the couch. “Good thing the couple is here, I need advice”.

“We live here…? Where else would we be?” Jimin stated, you softly hit her leg at the slight jab, turning towards Minjeong and encouraging her to continue.

“What is it that you need, Minjeongie?” you expressed in the sweetest tone you could muster, Jimin turned towards you with suspicion written on her features.

“Okay” Minjeong paused, trying to gather her thoughts. “How do I get a girl to talk to me without making it look like I’m trying too hard?”.

Before either Jimin or you could come up with something, Aeri snorted. “What makes you think those two can help you with that?”.

“Who came onto who? I forgot.” Ning asked.

“Jimin asked me out”, you shrugged, “she’s probably the better suited person to answer that question”.

Your girlfriend nodded, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “That’s easy. Just hit her with some type of non-lethal object and pretend it was an accident, she’ll think you’re cute.”

As the silence stretched, everyone's gaze gravitated toward Jimin, confusion deepening with each passing moment.

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this” Minjeong began, “but Aeri unnie was right, you really suck, Jimin unnie”. Aeri and Ning laughed at Minjeong’s comment, the young leader rolled her eyes, but you remained quiet, mulling over Jimin’s words.

“You girls are laughing, but it worked for me” Jimin shrugged, a smirk present on her face as she wrapped her arms around you for further emphasis, making it your turn to roll your eyes.

The leader’s statement made all of the members turn their heads towards you. You felt your face heating up, not liking where this was going.

“Is that how the two of you met?” Aeri asked incredulously.

“It all happened back when we were trainees” you began, trying to remain cool “I was minding my own business when suddenly a shoe collided with my head…”.

“There’s no way…” Ning said.

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The rhythmic hum of the practice room's fluorescent lights cast a soft glow on the worn-out floor. You, a trainee lost in the pursuit of perfection, were diligently practicing your dance routine, unaware that your life was about to take a whimsical turn.

Jimin, the spirited yet mischievous trainee known for her infectious laughter, watched from the doorway. She'd noticed you, your dedication evident in every move, and an impromptu idea sparked in her mind.

Determined to break the monotony of the routine, Jimin glanced around the room, searching for a way to capture your attention. Her eyes landed on her own pair of well-worn practice shoes, and a mischievous grin spread across her face.

Without a second thought, she plucked one of her shoes from her bag and, with the precision of a seasoned pitcher, hurled it towards the room's interior, aiming directly at you. The shoe sailed through the air with surprising accuracy, catching you off guard as it collided with your head.

For a brief moment, the practice room fell silent, the shoe's unexpected impact echoing in the space. You turned, a mix of surprise and confusion on your face, searching for the source of the unexpected interruption.

There, at the doorway, stood Jimin, attempting to look innocent despite the playful spark in her eyes. "Oops," she said, feigning innocence. "My bad."

A ripple of laughter spread through the room, a mixture of Jimin's infectious chuckles and the bewildered reactions of the other trainees who had witnessed the unconventional spectacle.

Despite the initial shock, you couldn't help but chuckle at the audacity of the shoe-throwing incident. Jimin's goofy grin and unapologetic demeanor broke through the seriousness of the practice session, injecting a burst of spontaneity into the whole thing.

Jimin approached you, her laughter contagious. "I thought I'd try something different to get your attention."

"Well, you certainly succeeded," you replied, a bemused smile playing on your lips.

Little did you know, in that whimsical moment, a connection had been forged—one that would grow beyond the confines of a practice room and blossom into a unique love story. The playful shoe-throwing incident became the catalyst for a romance that defied convention, and as Jimin flashed her trademark grin, you couldn't help but feel that the universe had conspired to bring the two of you together in the most unexpected way.

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The room fell into a hush as you shared the unexpected origin story of your relationship with Jimin. The members exchanged wide-eyed glances, their disbelief evident.

"I was busy trying to nail the new choreo, lost in my own world," you continued, a nostalgic smile tugging at your lips. "Out of nowhere, a shoe—Jimin's shoe—comes flying at me. It hit me right on the head."

Ning let out a burst of laughter. "You've got to be kidding me."

Jimin, however, wore an unapologetic grin, seemingly proud of her unconventional approach. "Hey, it got her attention, didn't it?"

Aeri leaned forward, her eyes narrowing in amusement. "And then what happened? Did she throw a pretzel at you to seal the deal?"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Not exactly. But it did catch me off guard, and when I turned around, there she was, trying to act all innocent."

"Wait, so you hit on her because you threw a shoe at her?" Minjeong asked, a mixture of bewilderment and amusement on her face.

Jimin nodded, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Sometimes, you've got to make an impression."

"That's... surprisingly effective?" Aeri mused, looking at Jimin as if she'd just unlocked the secret to dating.

Ning leaned back, still processing the revelation. "So, all this time, we've been making fun of Jimin unnie's cheesy attempts, and it turns out, it worked for her."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but Jimin unnie might be onto something," Minjeong admitted, a hint of resignation in her tone.

The room erupted into laughter, and Jimin basked in the unexpected approval of her unorthodox approach to romance. You, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel a fond warmth at the memory of that peculiar encounter, the shoe-throwing incident that had sparked the beginning of your love story.

As the laughter subsided, Minjeong wiped away tears of amusement. "Alright, Jimin unnie, I'll give it a shot. A non-lethal object, you said?"

Jimin grinned, eager to share her unconventional wisdom. "Exactly. Just make sure it's something harmless, and when she least expects it. It's all about making an unforgettable first impression."

Encouraged by Jimin's advice, Minjeong contemplated her approach, the room buzzing with renewed energy. Little did she know, a single, seemingly innocent question about dating advice had set in motion a chain of laughter, revelations, and a peculiar romance that had stood the test of time—all thanks to a shoe thrown in the name of love.

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A/N: Hi, hello! Med school might be the death of me one of these days but meanwhile, I'm still here. I've been so busy lately, but I still wanted to give you guys something. I had written the major part of this a while ago, but I didn't have enough time to properly finish it until now. I hope you guys enjoy it, and we'll see each other again when I have enough time.

Also, Jessica Jung and Taeyeon finally had comebacks, life's so so good right now.

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SLOWLY ; LH44

— after all the years you’ve been together with lewis as friends, you realize what lewis means to you

amgf mentions of break downs and panic attacks, crying, realizing feelings are overwhelming and it's just too much for reader but don't worry it's fluff 🫶 enjoy because wow i loved writing this, also tried my hardest not to make this like my other lewis smau and i hope i did that. anyways, enjoy!!! the next part we're going somewhere special 😉👍

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“Nico! You’re here at Lewis' party? I missed you so much, I have no one to talk to— Lewis is busy yet he’s always around. What if… what if I start seeing him in some type of way? Or am I drunk? I’m not drunk aren’t I? Maybe I am… a true friend wouldn’t have feelings for a friend right? OH MY GOSH! What if it was Lewis all along? I mean, I don’t mind, look at him? But… ARRGGGHHH! I have so much to say, but I can’t say it. Not to his face… I really think I’m starting to like—”

Do you have an unhealthy attachment to the voicemail Nico sent you four years ago of your drunken confession to admitting to having some type of feeling for your friend, Lewis Hamilton?

Yes.

Does Nico constantly remind you of the said confession four years after?

Yes.

Is it haunting your mind? It’s haunting your mind, soul, and heart— because as much as you hate to admit it, the feelings are starting to follow you, four years later. All your drunken word vomit to Nico was slowly following you throughout the years and it’s only then that you realize the culmination of all your deepest and darkest thoughts about Lewis.

That after all those years of friendship and platonic love… it might be him.

As time passes by you’ve fully integrated into yourself that Lewis would be an integral part of your life, in your formative years you stuck by each other up until the occurring present, and soon you figured out you’d still be friends with him in the future. He was always there, it was understandable.

But it wasn’t until you fully grasped that he was always there, and he might never go away.

“So have you thought about it?” Nico breaks your train of thought, sitting on the carpeted floor of his daughter’s playroom wearing tiaras and tutu skirts, playing tea party with the teddy bears Lewis gifted them last Christmas.

“I’m not thinking about Lewis.”

“That was an awfully quick answer, didn’t even mention him in the slightest.” You blink, dropping the “cup of tea” handed to you. “What did I say?”

Nico sighs in front of you, picking up the plastic tea cup, placing it back on the table, whispering something to his daughter before removing the wand from your left hand and whisking you out of the room.

“Is everything okay?” Nico asks, pulling one of the throw pillows into your lap, eagerly waiting for your response.

“It’s scary— these feelings I’m bearing. I don’t think I can handle it, I want them gone.” Your words are void of emotion, but your eyes tell a different story as tears start pooling your eyes, heavy and slowly out of breath, shaking your head in disbelief.

You shudder as Nico pulls your arms together to your side, forcing you to face him— you stare at his eyes, slowly blurring at the tears blocking your view. “I don’t know what to do, I don’t want it. It’s all too much for me, this— this feeling, it’s uncomfortable, I don’t like it.”

“It’s new, but it’s still the same. It’s still the same Lewis and he won’t ever change.” Nico tries to comfort you, but you’re spiraling way too quickly to make sense of it all.

“No it won’t! I like him, things will be different from then on, can’t you see? I’m ruining it all, and once Lewis realizes that he’ll leave me for being a bad friend. It’s all my fault, I like him and I hate myself for it. I can’t believe it, all those years will end up with me being alone all because I like him. And now, I can’t even— I don’t want to look at him. I’m disgusted and disappointed at myself for even thinking that I have a chance, every moment I’m with him I look forward to the next, and it’s all new to me, I don’t like it Nico!”

You catch his daughters peeking from the playroom, fully unaware of the volume of your voice. They probably didn’t expect their aunt to break down in their house on a random weekday, yet here we are. You laugh bitterly, wiping the tears in your face. “I’m scared Nico, I don’t know what to do.”

Nico holds his breath out nodding slowly, comforting you, “Yes, I understand… it all seems scary, these big feelings— it’s new. But, remember it’s still Lewis. I don’t think he would want you to be all alone as well.”

It was the last straw, the cumulation of all your feelings summed up to one— after Nico left and Lewis being avoidant about the situation, it left scars around you. You realize not to bring it up, and thinking of your own feelings and over analyzing down the “what could have beens” in your head, you went ahead of your own thoughts, slowly pulling you in a never ending spiral of destruction.

“I’m home! And guess who I met on the way?” Watching you bursting into tears on the couch in front of Nico, still adorning the tutu skirt and plastic tiara on top of your head was not the sight Lewis and Vivian were expecting when they came in.

Nico put his hands out defensively, “It’s not my fault— okay maybe I was part but I promise you I was just helping her. Not helping her cry, I just said some things that made her emotional— okay no. It wasn’t my fault I promise you, YN was just saying something and I said it wasn’t true, I just assured her. I promise I didn’t make her cry, she did that to herself.”

You burst into laughter all whilst rubbing your eyes dry, “Hi Vivian… Lewis— I swear it wasn’t him. It’s all just me being silly.” Nico gave you a pointed look, assuring you your feelings are very much valid and not silly, but you just shake your head in dismissal.

Lewis approached you, slowly wiping the tears of your face and pulling onto the strings of your heart. If you had any more tears left to cry you would’ve bursted then and there again, but you wouldn’t do that in front of Lewis. “Are you sure? Or are you just saying that because we’re here? I’m sure Vivian doesn’t mind if you tell us the truth, did Nico make you cry?”

You laugh resting your face onto the palm of his hands, “He did make me cry, but I assure you it was out of the goodness of his heart. It was either me crying or possibly passing out, I’d rather cry my heart out.” The mention of almost passing out leaves Lewis more worried than Nico being the reason for your tears.

“Darling why? Are you tired? Do you want to go home?” Go home. Home being Lewis’ apartment just a floor above Nico's. As much as you want to rest, close your eyes, and forget about all of this, you couldn’t bear being alone with Lewis yet.

You shake your head, “No… I want to play with the kids, Nico pulled us out to talk for a moment and then I had this breakdown, I want to stay I promise. It might help distract me from my own thoughts.”

Lewis, still wary, lets you off to play with the kids as he helps Vivian and Nico in the kitchen. “So… care to tell us what happened?” Nico presses his lips into a thin line before shaking his head.

“Sorry but this is about YN, if you want to know you ask her yourself, I doubt she wants to talk about it yet but don’t worry. It’s nothing alarming, I promise you— she just needs time to think about it more.”

Not convinced, Lewis presses on the issue, “She’s okay though?”

Nico laughs, “She’s more than okay! I think it’s only going to get better from here on. It was just an enlightening time for both of us, more for her, but don’t worry Lew, things are looking up from here on.”

Sitting with the kids as you continue your interrupted tea party, they shower you with hugs and comforting words before instructing you how to play tea party with them. Peeking from the door of the playroom, you catch a glimpse of Lewis in the kitchen with Nico, not before sending a small smile and waving in your direction.

You smile back at him, and to yourself. Nico was right.

It’s still Lewis— things may be looking fast for your feelings, but one thing’s for sure. You’ve been slowly falling for Lewis since then.

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freedomfireflies · 1 year

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iFall For Harry

Part Two to this request!

Summary: Turns out, the stranger in your phone is kind of funny...

...and kind of sexy, too.

Oh, my god.

Harry, did you hear the news?

It takes exactly three and a half minutes for those familiar little bubbles to pop up.

Well hello to you, too.

No, what happened?

You struggle to contain a rather giddy grin as you begin to type, A cheese factory exploded in France!

Wait, really? Shit, what happened?

I don’t know. But all that was left was…de brie.

Exactly sixty seconds pass before he begins to type.

Fuck.

I think I just snorted.

That was…goddammit that was good.

You don’t even know what he looks like, but you chuckle at the idea of him laughing so hard he can’t help but snort.

Thank you, thank you.

Took me two weeks to come up with that.

I’m impressed.

Little offended, too.

Oh? Your heart sinks.

Yeah.

Kept me on the edge of my seat for two fucking weeks wondering if I’d hear from you again.

Shit.

You smirk to yourself as you flop down onto your sofa and think through a response.

Hey, it takes two to tango, pal. You could have texted me, too.

The bubbles make your heart pound.

Alright, that’s fair.

In my defense, I didn’t have any more cheese puns.

Oh, is that all this is, then?

You just use me for dad jokes?

Psh, nooooooo…

Then, another text.

Although, the jokes do make my days…cheddar.

You laugh a little louder, suddenly very aware of the flush in your face over some stranger in your phone.

No, wait. How do I erase a text?

I hated that.

Seriously, how do I make it go away?

My failure is staring me in the face, and I hate it.

You giggle under your breath.

Easy, Grandpa.

Relax, just press down until the options pop up.

The conversation goes quiet for a brief moment before you watch his previous text vanish from the screen with a dramatic, poof!

Then, he begins typing again.

Hold on…

Did you just call me Grandpa?

…psh, noooooooo

Oh, so that’s how it is?

That’s how it is.

Wow, and we had such a nice thing going, too.

To be fair, you never told me your age, and you don’t even know how to delete a text.

What am I supposed to think?

First of all: rude.

Respect your elders.

Second of all: this deleting shit is NEW, okay, and I just updated my phone, like…a week ago, so I never learned.

Uh-huh.

No, yeah, whatever you say, Grandps.

He responds with the emoji that’s rolling its eyes.

You smirk.

For your information, I’m 29.

Okay, which is a cool, hip, fun, and very fresh age.

Yes, I believe that’s the slogan for the retirement home, too.

“We’re cool, we’re slick, and we might break a hip.”

There’s a longer pause between your text and his response. You hope it’s because he’s laughing. It’s not your best work, but you think it’s funny.

And then, you get the notification.

Dammit, that place sounds so much cooler than the retirement home I’m in now.

Send me the address? I’ll wheel myself over.

You got it, Old Man. Will you need any help crossing the street?

How thoughtful of you. Yeah, that’d be great, and then you can finally earn your Girl Scout badge.

Oh, my God. How did you know it was the last one I needed?

Cause I’m old. And therefore wise.

Oh, right, right. No, that checks out.

Yeah.

You lean back, forcing your eyes away from your phone to finally get a moment of reprieve from the excessive smiling. Why is this so fun?

I guess 29 isn’t so bad. Just…three years older than me.

Ah, another piece to the Cheese Girl puzzle.

You’re 26.

Indeed.

26 was fun.

I liked 26.

Yeah, it’s not too bad so far.

Just wait until your bones start to creak whenever you get out of bed.

I’ll keep a can of oil on my nightstand.

You grimace to yourself. Your worst joke to date, and you just hope you haven’t blown it.

Probably smart.

My preferred method is lube, but…

Whatever works.

Your eyes widen.

Oh?

Yeah.

My bones might creak but at least I can still fuck.

Well…shit.

You readjust your position on the sofa, desperately working to find a cool and relaxed and equally mysterious reply.

…so, no pressure.

Just be careful with all that lube.

Wouldn’t want you to slip and fall.

Hope you’ve got Life Alert on speed dial.

Oh, I absolutely do. They love me over there.

You smirk to yourself, fighting yet another laugh.

Yeah? Thank God.

Boy, I bet you’re a real stud with the ladies, huh?

Damn fucking right.

This grandpa has moves.

I bet. Yeah, women love a man that squeaks when he thrusts.

They do, actually. I happen to squeak quite sensually.

Is that right?

It is.

Damn.

Might need to hear that for myself someday.

It was bold. Perhaps a little daring, and you don’t give yourself a chance to overthink it before turning your phone off and tossing it onto the other side of the sofa.

You give it five minutes before checking to see if he’s replied.

Thankfully, you have two notifications, delivered 3 minutes ago.

Yeah?

So what’s stopping you?

What is stopping you?

Probably a number of things, but instead of pointing out that he’s a complete stranger and could very well be a catfish (or even worse…that he might not even find you attractive) you decide to go with another joke.

All these Girl Scout cookies I gotta sell :/

Shit.

Yeah.

What if I bought a hundred boxes?

Then you’d have to hand deliver them to my door, right?

Your eyes roll playfully as you sigh.

That IS the Girl Scout policy, yes.

We pride ourselves on good service.

Fantastic, then I’ll take 100 boxes in the flavor of you.

Your lashes flutter as you reread the text, over, and over, and over. But before you can spiral…he’s sending another.

…shit, that was meant to be smooth.

Get it, cause…like, you know, get a taste of YOU. Like…if you were a cookie.

Cause…I wanna taste you…

Explaining it makes it worse, doesn’t it?

It should make it worse, but for some reason…he’s funny? And charming? And making your thighs squeeze together—

I think that can be arranged, yeah.

I’ll package them up nice and pretty, just for you.

Equally as cheesy, but apparently…cheese is where you both shine.

You hope he’s at least somewhat amused, and when he finally responds, your stomach flips.

This conversation is bad for my health.

Yeah?

Why’s that?

Because I’m in a meeting and I’m about to have a heart attack.

…why are you about to have a heart attack?

Oh, right. I forgot that happens at your old age.

Ha.

Funny.

Good thing you have Life Alert on speed dial.

Yeah, I don’t think Life Alert is gonna be able to help.

No? Why not?

Cause only one thing can save me now.

Cookies.

Your cookies.

To be exact.

See? Cheesy.

Wow, I was almost turned on and then…

Nope, there it goes.

Oh, is that what we’re doing? We’re trying to turn each other on?

Well, why didn’t you SAY so?

Hold on, I’ve got a few good ones.

Oh god.

Alright, here we go.

So…

What are you wearing?

…really? That’s all you’ve got?

Work with me please.

My gosh.

Clothes.

I have clothes on.

Yeah?

That’s a shame.

Two minutes go by without him adding anything else, and you can’t help but laugh when you realize that’s all he’s got.

Wowwwwww…

No, that was so good. I’m…holy shit, you just took my breath away. I’m so turned on right now.

I mean, my panties just FLEW across the room!

You’re THAT good!

Okay, very funny.

I wasn’t done.

No, really. You gotta warn a girl before you just completely rock her world like that.

Honestly, I feel a little faint.

Where did you learn such a masterful technique? Really, you should teach a class on sexting, cause that was just…phew.

Listen, I was just trying to take it easy on you.

You know, ease you into my seduction before I gave it to you good and hard.

The last bit of his sentence has you stumbling over a gasp, but you simply clear your throat and work to find a response.

You have two options:

Either you tease him a bit more…

…or you ramp up the tension.

Well, by all means, Harry…

Give it to me good.

And hard.

He doesn’t respond for quite some time to this. And while you’d like to tell yourself that it’s because he’s just so turned on by your response…

…it’s more likely that you definitely fucked up and he wants nothing more to do with you.

But then…your phone dings.

Is that what you want then, hm?

Want it rough?

Shit, shit, shit.

Yeah.

If you think you can keep up.

Trust me, sweetheart, that won’t be a problem.

If you want it rough, I’m more than happy to oblige.

Is that why you texted me today?

Needed my help?

Truth be told, you don’t know why you texted him today, but you certainly aren’t upset with how things are going.

Me? Needing YOUR help?

Cute, but I think my fingers and I can manage just fine.

His response comes so fast, your head spins:

…fuck.

You smile.

Shit, okay now this conversation is REALLY bad for my health.

I might keel over right here in this meeting.

My death is on your hands, Cheese Girl.

Worth it.

You watch the bubbles float onto your screen for a good thirty seconds before they disappear.

Then, they appear again…just to dissipate before you can get your hopes up.

Finally—finally…a text.

Okay, listen, you don’t know me.

And I don’t know you.

I get that.

I’m a stranger, you’re a stranger.

But…

And hear me out…

What would you say to a phone call?

Your pulse stutters as you stare at his proposition, but he’s already sending his next text before you can decide if you’re really that stupid or not.

I know that’s asking a lot, but…

If you promise that you aren’t a 90-year-old man, and I promise I’m not some kid playing video games in his mom’s basement…

We could at least…have a real conversation.

And make sure that we really are who we say we are, you know?

And I could be assured that I didn’t just get a fucking boner in the middle of a busy boardroom cause of some perverted, internet creep that makes cheese jokes.

You hesitate.

Despite yourself, you are intrigued by the idea.

Worst-case scenario if he is some loser…you can just hang up and block his number.

And if he’s not…and he’s half as hot as you’re starting to hope he is…

You swallow.

Thickly.

I am not some perverted, internet creep that makes cheese jokes.

I’m just a regular creep that makes cheese jokes.

Promise.

And…yeah.

I would be okay with a phone call.

As long as you do in fact promise I won’t regret it and that it won’t result in nightmares that haunt me for the rest of my life.

Ah, well…

Can’t say much for the regret…

But I do promise that I will try very hard not to give you nightmares.

God, are you really doing this?

Are you really doing this?

Alright, then…

Oh, so you’re doing it. You’re really that dumb. You really just let a complete stranger convince you to call him, even though he could be a serial killer, or a psycho, or—

Your phone rings.

You see his name pop up in large print as the cellphone just about flies out of your hand.

Scrambling to keep it steady, you lurch forward and collect a deep breath.

You can do this.

You’ll give him thirty seconds. And if he seems creepy…you’ll hang up, and you’ll move on.

And you’ll never get random boys in bars numbers again.

You press your thumb into the button on your screen and slide it to the right.

Here goes nothing.

“…hello?”

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amakumos · 1 year

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CUPID’S CORNER — twenty ; out of all people

because he’s a little shit, nishimura riki sends a totally embarrassing confession about you to “cupid’s corner”, a twitter account that posts anonymous confessions from decelis academy students. but when that joke confession suddenly makes a bunch of people confess to you on cupid’s corner (for real this time!) riki finds that he’s jealous — and oh… he can’t believe it took him a fake confession to realise that he’s crazily in love with you.

Riki, Taki, Jo and Jongseob’s room has been absolutely trashed five minutes into the celebration, and the team hasn’t even won the whole tournament yet.

Coach Lee had somehow got them more pizza than they asked for — there were seven people there, why in the world did he order 7 boxes?

“Let’s play truth or dare,” Harua says, taking a sip of his coke.

Jongseob chuckles awkwardly. “What about like… who’s most likely to?” he suggests. He knows Riki’s going to use this opportunity to ask everyone if they’re your mysterious secret admirer.

“Nah,” Sunghoon says. “Come on. Sit in a circle.”

Riki sits down the fastest. Jongseob is right — Harua has just handed Riki the opportunity to figure out who “volleyball anon” is on a silver platter, and Riki’s absolutely going to take this opportunity.

He just doesn’t know how bad it’ll hurt when that person finally admits it.

“You’re going to try and figure out who it is, right?” Taki asks Riki, and the boy nods. “Can’t you wait after the tournament?” he sighs.

“Why?”

“Because I know you, and you’re not going to take this well.” Taki says, sitting down besides Riki. “You’re jealous about (Name)’s mysterious admirer, and you might think now that you’ll handle it super well — but when you hear the person say they have a crush on your best friend, reality’s going to hit you and you’re going to be a mess. We have our tournament tomorrow, and I kinda want you to direct your focus at… winning.”

Riki groans. “I can handle this perfectly fine.”

“Suit yourself,” Taki says. “Just don’t go crying into your pillow tonight.”

“Okay, truth or dare! Let’s go with you, Riki.” Sunghoon says, a smirk on his lips. “Do you like (Name)?”

“I haven’t even answered truth or dare yet, Hoon.” Riki frowns.

“Okay. Truth or dare, Riki? Pick truth.” Harua whispers the last part. Just to piss him off, Riki picks dare.

Harua doesn’t seem to be upset about Riki’s decision at all. “I dare you to tell (Name) you like her.” Harua says.

Riki shrugs, pulling out his phone. He just needs to make it really obvious to you that he’s joking. Riki doesn’t want his confession to you to be done because of a shitty dare. “What do you want me to type?” he asks.

Harua seems surprised at Riki’s reaction. “Tell her you love her and you want to be her boyfriend.”

Lame. I’ve said that before, Riki thinks.

Except that was before he realised he liked you, but things shouldn’t be that different, right?

When he types it, he adds a shit ton of emojis. You’ll surely know he’s joking then. But when he presses the send button, something tells him that he shouldn’t do it. Then, he feels nervousness.

Taki examines his expression carefully. The older boy knows Riki’s a little bit scared to send the message.

You both playfully flirt with each other all the time, Riki thinks. He knows you well. And he knows that you won’t think much of it. He just has to not think much about it.

So he hits send, and immediately shoves his phone back in his pocket.

“Wow, no hesitation?” Heeseung asks, shocked.

“A lot of hesitation, if you looked closely.” Taki said, and Riki rolls his eyes. “Okay. Who’s next…” Riki says, eyeing everyone in the circle.

He suspects Jo the most, in terms of being your mysterious secret admirer. He’s talked to you before, and you’ve said that you thought Jo was really nice, and he made you laugh before.

Plus, he told Riki not to pry after he found out that Taki knew who “volleyball anon” was.

“Jo.”

The boy looks up from his phone. “Hmm?”

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Jo replies.

Riki smiles. Jongseob gulps.

“Are you volleyball anon?”

“No,” Jo replies. Riki looks at him intently. Jo doesn’t seem to be lying. Plus, Jo has a tell — the tip of his ears turn pink when he lies. And Jo’s ears aren’t pink.

“Hmm.” Riki hums. “Okay.”

So it’s not Jo. And Riki doesn’t think he suspects Harua at all now — the boy hasn’t really interacted with you since he first met you. Sunghoon and Heeseung don’t really talk to you too much, they just know you as his “girlfriend”.

It’s obviously not Taki. But if it was, Riki would jump off a bridge.

So that just leaves… Jongseob.

Riki thinks he’ll just wait his turn. But he thinks it all makes sense. Jongseob’s text message, asking about whether or not Riki thinks you like him back. Jongseob somehow not messaging the group chat whenever your name is mentioned. Jongseob’s barely noticeable jaw clenches when everyone else makes fun of Riki for liking you.

It’s got to be him. Out of all people, there’s nobody else it could possibly be. Unless, he’s overlooked some of Harua’s interactions with you. Or, if Taki has been tricking him, and the thought of that makes him want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

“Riki? Hello?” Taki waves his hand in front of his face. “Hmm? Sorry.” Riki says, snapping out of it.

“I was asking you truth or dare.”

“Truth?” Riki asks, and Taki smiles. “Good.”

“Riki, is it true you like (Name)?”

He should’ve seen this one coming. He might as well just admit it, right? He didn’t exactly want to confirm it, because… he would get teased mercilessly.

“Sure.” he says.

The room erupts into cheers, shouts and yells. Everyone is yelling. Everyone is saying “I knew it!”. Everyone is telling Riki: “Finally!”

Everyone but… Jongseob.

“Now was that so bad?” Taki asks Riki.

No, Riki thinks. It wasn’t bad at all. In fact, admitting his feelings out loud felt rather… nice.

“So, my turn now, right?” Riki asks. Everyone nods, and Riki lets out a deep breath before looking at Jongseob. “Jongseob, truth or dare?”

Jongseob knows one way or another, Riki’s going to spin this around and make him tell the truth.

Truth: Is it true that you’re volleyball anon?

Dare: I dare you to tell us if you’re volleyball anon or not.

There is no winning. He might as well come clean. That’s what he was talking about with Taki, before you had dropped by to hand over a package you wanted to give to Riki. Admittedly, Jongseob was jealous.

But to be completely honest, the boy knew he had practically zero chance. Maybe just a little part of him hoped that he would have some shot of being with you.

“Truth.” Jongseob says. Might as well get it done with.

“Are you volleyball anon?”

Jongseob wants to say yes. The answer is yes. He parts his lips to say the word — but nothing comes out.

It is all just silent.

And that silence tells Riki everything he needs to know.

“So… you are?” Sunghoon asks.

“Um… yes?”

All eyes are on Riki.

Fuck. Taki was right. Hearing the words from the person itself stings a little. And Riki feels like he shouldn’t be upset — because you’re great! Of course Jongseob would have a crush on you, because to Riki, you’re the best person alive. People would have to be stupid to not see how great you are. And he supposes that Jongseob is not stupid.

It’s just that jealousy is a terrible feeling. And that terrible feeling is telling Riki to tell everyone that he needs to get some air, and leave.

His phone pings with a message. Great timing, he thinks. He looks at the contact, and it’s you. “Give me a second, this is important. I’ll be back.”

Riki leaves the room, and the atmosphere inside gets less awkward much faster. “Is he going to kill me?” Jongseob asks.

“I don’t think so,” Taki hums. “I think he just needs some time to really digest this information.”

Riki checks the text message you sent him.

love you too, it reads, with a lot of emojis. are you drunk? is your follow-up message, even though you know Riki doesn’t drink.

no, he types back. just… nothing.

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author's note. welp he knows

CUPID'S CORNER! a riki smau. genre: smau, crack, fluff, idol au pairing: non-idol! riki x non-idol! reader warnings: swearing, ignore timestamps taglist is CLOSED!

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Can Anybody See Me? Part 10

Hey...you know how I said I had another fic I was working on that I planned on putting up the first part for today? Yeah...that didn’t work out. It needed a lot of heavy editing and because this got finished today with only minor edits, you get this instead.

Also...I realized that until this part...I never mentioned the name of the musical they’re doing. Ooops!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

To say Steve was nervous as hell would be an understatement. He had been in drama less than a month and now he was standing on the stage watching people mill around. And there was a lot of people. People who were taking measurements for costumes. Makeup and wigs people. Apparently kids from orchestra and band were going to be playing the music in the ‘pit’. Then there were people working on sets and up in the rafters checking the lights.

He had been to couple of plays on Broadway when he was younger. Of course he had. But he never knew how much went into making it look like magic when he was sitting in the audience.

A girl came up to him and squeezed his elbow.

“You’re Steve Harrington, right?” she asked.

Steve nodded, tongue tied from the sheer panic running through his body.

“I’m Janice Montgomery,” she said gently. “You’re friends with Gareth and them?”

Steve nodded again. “You must be the badass chick of the Hellfire Club.”

Janice grinned. “Oh good, you have heard of me.”

“A middle schooler I babysit for’s younger sister looves D&D so I try to talk you up as much as possible to piss her brother off,” he explained with a grin.

She laughed out loud. “Thanks. But I understand that this is your first time doing a play?”

“Acting in front of other people full stop,” Steve said, nodding.

Her eyes went wide and she tilted her head forward. “Please tell me you at least did the school play in elementary about the benefits of healthy eating.”

Steve scratched his face nervously. “Uh...that would be a no.”

“Fuck.”

Steve hung his head. “I really shouldn’t be here.”

She shoved his arm. “Miss Lucy isn’t the type of teacher to play favorites. Thomson isn’t a large role with a lot of blocking. Mostly standing in front of everyone else reading and being annoyed.”

Steve laughed. “I could do that, yeah.”

“See? You’ll do fine. You’ll dance for the major numbers, and then that heart-wrenching scene at the end.”

“Yeah, I auditioned with that scene, because it has both the singing and the acting in it.”

“Wow,” Janice said. “That’s impressive.”

Steve blushed. “Another middle schooler I babysit is in the drama club and asked him for pointers.”

“Well at least you know how to strategize,” she said. “Marty and I will help walk you through it. If have any questions come to either of us, okay?”

He nodded. “Thanks for this.”

The spot light lit them up and they both squealed from the sudden brightness.

Janice held up her hand over her eyes and screamed, “Eddie!”

Steve heard him cackle before the brightness was severely toned down. And then Eddie dropped down in front of them, landing deftly on the stage.

“Mr Munson!” Miss Lucy called out. “I appreciate your grace as much as the next person, but one day you will break straight through this old stage and the school will not replace it.”

“Harsh, Miss Lucy!” he called back.

She chuckled darkly and went back to her notes.

“That was cool,” Steve murmured.

Eddie grinned. “She is right about the stage though. I don’t think they’ve redone it since it was put in god knows how long ago.”

Steve smiled.

Janice raised an eyebrow and then cleared her throat.

Eddie turned to her. “Congrats on getting Abby, Miss Montgomery.”

“I just can’t believe Tammy Thompson got Martha Jefferson,” Janice complained.

“I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of hearing her,” Steve said.

“You’ll hear her a lot,” Eddie said. “She has a song in the second act.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I’m sure it’ll be great.”

Eddie and Janice just stared at him.

“Or not...”

They burst out laughing.

“Hey, guys!” Marty said jogging up to them.

Everyone returned greetings of their own.

“So...I found out how Tammy got the part...” he said with a grimace.

“Oh no...” Eddie said. “This can’t be good.”

“Her mom is a seamstress and has offered to make all the costumes for free as well rent the wigs for a low price.”

Janice stamped her foot angrily. “With an offer like that I’m surprised she didn’t gun for my role.”

Steve looked between them confused. “I don’t understand.”

“Have you not seen 1776?” Marty asked.

Eddie and Janice turned to him and stared at him as though he had grown an extra head.

“Um...” Steve stammered, “well...I’ve been meaning to and I just haven’t got around to it, yet.” He scratched his cheek nervously.

“You mean to tell us,” Eddie said slowly, “that not only did you try out for a play you haven’t seen, you managed to get a fairly major roll for said play?”

Steve nodded, blushing a deep red.

“That’s it!” Marty cried. “You coming over to my house and we are watching it!”

Steve frowned. “How are we going to do that? I didn’t know they put plays on VHS.”

Marty clapped his shoulder. “You are in luck my friend because they did movie several years ago.”

“I guess...” Steve said shyly. “I’ll come over on one condition.”

Janice and Marty exchanged a knowing glance.

“What would that be?” Janice asked innocently.

“If Eddie comes too?” Steve bit the bottom of his lip and looked up at Eddie through his eyelashes.

Eddie blinked. “As long as it not on a Hellfire night, I’m down.”

Steve smiled softly.

“Is tonight good?” Marty asked.

Janice shook her head. “I work tonight.”

Steve shifted back and forth on his feet. “We could do it tomorrow at my place. My parents aren’t home and I have a big screen TV.”

“Sold!” Marty said.

“Yeah, man,” Eddie said rocking back on his heels. “That sounds cool.”

“I’ll bring the tape, Marty will provide drinks and Eddie the popcorn,” Janice said.

Steve looked uncomfortable. “You don’t have bring anything I’m sure I’ve plenty of stuff.”

Eddie wagged his finger at him. “Ah, ah, ah, Harrington. That’s not how movie nights work. Host merely hosts. Everyone else provides.”

Steve blushed. “Yeah, okay. Then you guys can explain the Tammy Thompson drama.”

Marty clapped his hands together and rubbed them. “It’s is sooo good.”

Steve just laughed.

“All right everyone!” Miss Lucy said. “It’s time for the read through. Mr Kincade, Mr Munson if you wouldn’t mind helping set up chairs?”

Marty and Eddie nodded. They gathered up as much seating as they could find. Those that didn’t have any lines sat in the audience around Miss Lucy, Mrs Lawson the dance teacher, and Mr Dent the choir teacher.

Steve pulled out his script and waited for his first line.

Eddie sat in the audience and Marty flopped down next to him.

“You’ve got it bad,” he said, nudging Eddie with his elbow. “He know about your proclivities toward members of your own sex?”

Eddie winced. “Tommy called me a fag often enough, but no. I don’t think he knows.”

Marty patted him on the shoulder. “You probably should tell him.”

Everyone showed up at Steve’s house around seven. Marty having picked Eddie and Janice up.

“I got some candy anyway,” Steve said as he led the way to the front room.

Marty and Eddie just shook their heads.

Janice rolled her eyes but they wisely said nothing. They all got set up and sprawled out on the couches.

Steve hit play and lost himself in the music. He laughed at the funny bits swooned when he supposed to, and got teary eyed at “Mamma, Look Sharp.”

“You clearly enjoyed that,” Marty said.

“It was good,” Steve said. “Not very historically accurate, though, right?”

Eddie grinned. “Nope. Barely even close. But it’s fun and over the top.”

“It certainly is that,” Steve chuckled.

“Okay,” Janice said rubbing her hands together manically. “Who’s hotter: Thomas Jefferson or Lyman Hall?”

Eddie tapped his finger on his lips. “Jefferson. Love the lighter hair and tall.”

Marty crowed. “Red heads are hot, but gotta give it to my man, Lyman Hall. When he slams Georgia’s vote to yay...mhmmm...that’s some good shit.”

Steve frowned. “You’re both wrong.” All heads turned to him in shock. “Charles Thomson and not just because that’s who I’m playing.”

“You think Thomson is better looking than Hall?” Marty asked, dismayed. “You can’t mean that.”

Steve shrugged. “Hall’s good looking, sure. Soft spoken, too. But there is just something about how the actor portrayed Thomson that just brought this strength that Hall didn’t have.”

Steve blushed. “Plus Jefferson is married and I don’t look at taken people. No matter how hot they are.”

Eddie leaned forward and put his fingers to his lips. “Steve, I need to you to be honest with us. We aren’t going to judge or flip out but...do you like like boys?”

Steve blinked. “I never really thought about it. I thought it was normal to talk about how attractive other dudes are. Me and Tommy did it all the time.”

Marty and Eddie shared a concerned glance.

Janice shook her head. ‘That’s not something straight boys do.”

“Then why were you asking us about who was more attractive?”

“Because we deemed you safe,” Marty said as if it was the simplest thing in the world, instead of the massive bomb it should have been. “I’m bisexual. I like both.”

“And I’m gay,” Eddie said bluntly, resting his elbows on his knees.

Steve blinked. “Oh. I’m not sure what I am, then.”

Janice put her hand his shoulder. “Hey, you don’t have to figure it out right away, Steve. I didn’t mean to make question your identity.”

“Just don’t freak out, man,” Marty said. “I don’t think I’m equipped to deal with water works.”

Steve cocked his head. “I mean, I guess. But there’s no reason to freak out about it. Yeah, I’ve used fag and queer as insults and that’s not good. Obviously. But finding out I like boys? Not as earth shattering as I thought it would be.”

“And you don’t mind us being queer?” Eddie asked.

Steve frowned. “No. And I understand your concern. But no. Of course not.”

Eddie nodded and then sat back.

“So you thought Tammy would want to be Abigail instead of Martha?” Steve asked Janice. “Because it’s the bigger role?”

Janice flopped back against the cushions. “Exactly. Abby has more lines, more songs, more stage time in general.”

Steve let out a chuckle. “Then you don’t know Tammy.”

Marty and Eddie leaned in.

“Oh, do tell,” Marty pleaded.

“She would want the ‘pretty’ role,” Steve said. “Especially if she’s basing her idea of the roles on this movie. Virginia who played Abby is gorgeous, but in an understated, has had six kids and worked her whole life kind of way.”

“But Blythe Danner is just straight up hot,” Marty said.

Steve snapped his fingers. “Exactly. Tammy is just vain enough to want the Martha role even though it’s smaller...”

“Because she’s prettier than me?” Janice asked incredulously.

Steve laughed. “I didn’t say that. I said that Tammy thought that.”

“Mine!” Janice said throwing her arms around Steve possessively.

Eddie’s stomach rolled. He looked away so he didn’t see Steve blush and shift uncomfortably under her affection. But Marty did.

“Hey, quit hogging the guy,” he teased. “There’s enough Steve for everyone.”

Eddie looked back to see Steve gently push her off of him. “I’ve got a lot people who already have claimed that title, you’re gonna hafta stand in line.”

Janice and Marty looked at each other in confusion.

Eddie pursed his lips. “It’s the kids, right?”

Steve nodded, but Marty and Janice’s looks of confusion didn’t clear.

“Stevie here babysits,” Eddie said grinning from ear to ear.

Steve laughed. “At least that’s what I call it so people don’t freak out. So until Eddie took me under his wing, most of my friends were thirteen year olds.”

“I take in lost sheep,” Eddie said. “Never took in a senior before. Or a former popular kid, it’s been quite the eye opener.”

Steve blushed and ducked his head. “I’ve never been more grateful to see a person in my life then when I looked up and saw you that day in Mr Vinke’s class.”

Eddie shoved his hair in front of his face and looked away, this time for a more pleasant reason then before.

Marty and Janice looked over Steve’s head and grinned.

Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21

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Not Losing You

Pairing: (Jealous)Steve Harrington x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, established reader/character lore, slight cursing, gender neutral reader, use of (Y/N) (IM SORRY) Tired 1-2am writing (not proof read)

Summary: After you and Nancy stopped hanging around Steve, a certain blonde takes a liking to you, and Steve can’t take it. 🤭❤️‍🩹

When asked about the Halloween party, mostly everyone would say it was fun, sexy even. Mostly- but to Nancy and Steve it was nothing but a mess, of course a mess that you got dragged into by a drunken brunette. You could tell immediately by Nancy’s fuddled walk and Steve’s miserable expression that something terrible had happened. Nancy slowly dragged you with her, the girls words slurred “Come on… t-this parties just bullshit.” You looked at her confused, the crowd around you loosening as everyone stared. “Nance, what are you talking about? What happened with-“ she turns around and places her well manicured finger up to you face shushing you “Don’t worry about it- let’s just leave…”

She began to head out the door before a California-tanned arm grabs a hold of your waist, “Hey, leaving so soon?” You turn around to see Billy, standing almighty and extremely way too close. “I thought we were having fun, baby” Nancy looks at Billy annoyed and keeps pulling you with her. “Yeah, we were it’s just- she needs a ride home, it’s been a long night.” Nancy hops into the passengers seat, pouting with her arms crossed. “Ah, well, don’t be afraid to come back. You could always come back to my place too to keep the night going” he winks at you through the smoke of his cigarette. You go to respond to his suggestive comment when, you peak over his shoulder and see Harrington staring at you. Usually you like to believe people don’t stare, but his eyes were set, and weren’t going anywhere. Unfortunately, you looked back for too long and Billy took a notice. “Harrington, huh? Look between you and me, babe, that guys a total freak show. Here-“ he takes out a piece of joint wrap and writes his number on it. “Call me whenever you wanna experience a real man, ‘kay?” Now, usually you’d never go for this type of guy, but this is the first number you’d ever gotten from an interested guy… it was like a golden ticket. “‘Kay.” You repeat back, putting the paper into your pocket. “Drive safe, hot stuff” He winks one last time, definitely staring at your ass as you walked away to the car. You couldn’t help but look past him, Steve looks even worse than before. Wonder what happened…

After driving Nancy home and talking her through her drunkard emotions, you drove home ready to end your night. There was a part of you that wanted to know more, that wanted to be more helpful. So instead of going to sleep you picked up the phone. “This is Steve..” he sounded glum, but at least he picked up “I know I know-“ suddenly his tone becomes more joyous “(Y/N)? Wh- why are you calling? What’s up?” Your brows furrow “I talked to Nancy” he sighs, loud enough that you can hear it through the phone “Did she tell you what she told me?” You chuckle anxiously “that everything’s bullshit?” Steve chuckles softly before going quiet “look, I’m not trying to get involved in your business or anything, but… well, they do call alcohol truth serum and while the truth may hurt, at least it’s out… god that is not helpful at all- sorry, I just-“ Steve interrupts “no, I get what you’re trying to say, it’s okay. I’m glad I know how she really feels about me…” the line goes quiet before he clears his throat “so uh, what was Billy saying to you?” The paper in your pocket making its way into your hand “oh, he was just doing what he always does, try to pick up people. Usually he picks up more…” you pause trying to find the word before Steve says“immodest people?” You gasp dramatically “Wow, am I too modest? Can’t believe you Harrington, I work hard to disturb the peace!” You hear him laugh on the other end “There is no peace in this town to begin with” you laugh softly before the line goes dim again

“Hey, (Y/N)?” You hum in response “Do you… do you like Billy?” Your brow furrows slightly “What do you mean?” Steve sighs deeply “I mean what I said, do you like Billy?” You stop to think, only for a moment. “I mean, he’s okay, but I just don’t think I could ever see myself with a guy like him.” Steve scratches the back of his neck, and tries to nonchalantly ask “Well, what kind of guy would you see yourself with?” You feel like you know why he asked, but he’s still in a relationship! Keep your act together! “Well, I mean, probably just someone who wouldn’t want to use me like Billy, but that’s kinda bare minimum, no?” Steve sighs exasperated, “yeah, I get that… hey, uhm, would you wanna hang out tomorrow? Maybe go see a movie or something?” You chuckle “we’ll see how the day goes, now get your beauty sleep Harrington” you chuckle “yeah, yeah… goodnight” you can hear a soft smile forming at his mouth over the phone “goodnight” You hang up, before flopping onto the bed, only praying that nothing bad happens tomorrow.

The next day rolls around, and almost immediately you’re picked out by the sun kissed blonde with the nice ass. “Hey, hottie, you never came back to the party… did I scare you off?” You roll your eyes sarcastically “Yeah, as if you could scare me” he puts his arm around your shoulders, and immediately everyone is looking at the two of you. You’re not extremely popular, nor are you the type Billy has ever gone for, so people are whispering left and right. Billy notices how unnerved you are by all the people, he leans close to your ear “just ignore them sweetheart, they just wish they were in your place.” He kissed you temple before standing back up, and almost immediately your cheeks are a bright shade of rose. He chuckles softly “You really are cute, you know that?”

He brings you to your locker and leans against the ones next to yours, just scanning your every move, and admiring every feature. “I mean, compared to everyone else here, I’m not really all that special…” you gently bite the inside of your cheek as you input the code on the lock of your locker. “See, even that- most of the people here and stuck up snobs with broom handles up their asses. You’re very… pure, very cute. And, if I may add, more attractive than most of the others, even if they don’t see it.” He seemed to be getting closer and closer with every compliment “Oh, you don’t mean that… I bet you say that to every girl you try to get with” your brows furrow as you close your locker door. “I’m past my… date hopping days, baby. You can only do it for so long before you start to feel a bit guilty.” You roll your eyes “I wonder why.” You look past Billy and see Steve waiting alone for first period to start, it’s sad seeing him without Nancy or the goons. “I’ll see you later, Kay?” Billy sighs “alright sweetheart, just don’t forget what I said. Don’t be shy to call me whenever you want” he smirked before kissing your cheek, letting you leave.

You walk away, gently touching the spot he kissed. Even if you didn’t want him to, Steve noticed. “You and Billy are a thing now?” He raised a brow as he stood upright, looking at you with his… sultry, beautiful eyes… “No, he’s just picked me as his victim of the month I guess… why, jealous?” You tease, gently tapping his chest. He scoffs “As if… we’re still on for later though, right?” You nod, smiling warmly “of course… how did things go with Nance, if you don’t mind me asking?” His shoulders fall “We’re uhm… split. She said our relationship was bullshit- she said I was bullshit, so… now we’re broken up.” Your heart breaks, you’ve known them for years, and now they’re broken up. “Oh, you poor thing…” you hug him tightly. Steve would always mock you for being very nurturing, always like a parent, but he really needed the hug. He grasped the material of your top tightly as he hugged you back. “I just don’t know where I went wrong…” he whispered softly. You pull back, seeing even more people begin to crowd. “Hey, uhm… let’s talk outside.” He nods as you lead him to the empty courts near the back of the school.

The bleachers are cold, but it’s better than the dirt, he sits next to you looking glum. You rest your head on his shoulder “How are you feeling beyond the Nancy thing, how is everything else going?” He rubs the back of his neck “Well, uhm… there’s this person I know, they’re super cool and stuff, but I feel overly protective of them… like- as terrible as this sounds- I feel like I’ve loved them even when I was with nance… is that wrong?” You tilt your head up “Well, I mean, most school relationships don’t last as sad as it is, and while you might’ve liked this person while in a relationship I guess it doesn’t make you bad… you didn’t actively cheat or anything. Does the person know you like them? Do you still like them?” You poor oblivious thing. His posture stiffens “Well- I don’t think they do… and yeah… I like them a lot” he groans and paces the seats behind you “god, I like- I love them. And it kills me because they don’t know it, and if I don’t tell them they’re going to fall for this other guy who I personally think is a giant douche bag but-“ you pipe in “who is it?” Steve freezes.

He knows his answer, but he’s scared of the result. “God, (Y/N), I love you. I always have, I always knew. I don’t know how I got this far without telling you yet, it’s so incredibly hard to contain my true self around you. You’re hilarious, you’re cute, you’re supportive… hell you’ve been helping me through this rut with Nancy, and I hate it, because I don’t wanna even think about Nancy, ‘cause the only person I’ve ever had on my mind is you! I’ve only ever wanted you- to be with you, since the day we met. You’re everything to me, and I’m not losing you to that piece of shit Hargrove after I’ve spent all these years this close to you!” He sits down in front of you gently grasping your shoulders physically shaking because of all the emotions he let out. He scans your face for a second, you’re trying to process everything he had just said. Almost for a moment, it feels like you and Steve have mind-linked together, as you both lean in. Though the weather may be cold, the kiss is warm, and his embrace is delicate. Every problem that was stressing him out melted away, every worry in your head had disappeared. For once, everything seemed right with the world, like it was just the two of you, forever. You pull away from the kiss softly, gently running a hand through his voluminous hair“You’re not losing me, Harrington.” You smile warmly as he smiles up at you, “That’s all I ever wanted.”

(A/N): Screaming, crying, peeing my pants. Needed to get some Y/N moments out of my system, I hope you enjoyed! 🤭❤️

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stars-at-5pm · 10 months

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Watch out.

Pairing : Mafia!Stucky x mafia!reader

Summary : Reader finds a camera, thinking that Steve and Bucky were recording them without their consent and reader confronts them about it.

Warnings : Swearing, stalking, confrontation, mafia, toxic ex

Type : Angst

It was about noon, you were about to go get dressed for the day as you entered your wardrobe closet. You were humming a silly song that was stuck in your head when you suddenly noticed a red light pocking at you from behind your pile of swimwear.

" wtf ? "

" is that.. ? You gotta be shitting me. I can’t believe them !! A camera ?? Christ. " you took the little camera in your hands, looking at it, searching for details. " A Loki Factory one too ? They’re disgusting. "

" Filming me ? Like that ? Ew. What a bunch of pervs."

Loki was also in the mob, you used to date him a while ago, but he was very toxic and your break up didn’t go, great.

You walked down to your kitchen where you found your two boyfriends talking and working on their computers. Steve was standing up, snacking on a sandwich while Bucky was sitting down, wearing his anti-blue light glasses (what an old man lol).

"Guys we need to talk. Now. " you said, coldly. Steve and Bucky’s gaze meet yours immediately, they tensed up feeling their jaw clenching.

" Care to explain this ? "You showed the camera in your hand " I can’t believe you guys. What about trust ? Boundaries? This is disgusting!! I thought I could trust you !! “ your face was hot and your hands shook.

" Wow wow, what’s that doll ?? I don’t know about this what- "

" Oh don’t you play dumb now !! It’s too late. I don’t want to hear any of it. I thought you guys were more than this."

" Okay let’s take a deep breath. I don’t know about this and neither does Bucky apparently. Darling, you know that we would never record you like this right ? I mean if we did, we would have gotten your consent beforehand. "

" Where did you find it anyway? "

" In my wardrobe. At the perfect angle for filming every.little.details. Guys be honest, do you really know NOTHING about THIS ? Because I swear to god I’m about to go feral. "

" Doll. " He said standing up, he was walked to you slowly, careful to not make you flinch or react badly. " We would never, and I mean NEVER do this. We love you so much. Look at me, he cupped your cheeks with his hands, we didn’t do this. we respect you. I love you. "

You let out a shaky breath, feeling a single tear roll down your cheek. This was very comforting but also very worrying, who was filming you, how long as it been, what do they do with the recordings ??

" You know, I felt even more betrayed when I realized that this little camera right here, happened to be a Loki Factory camera. I mean come on ! Buying from the enemy is a little over the limit in my opinion, I know that he isn’t a direct enemy because he hasn’t done anything against you but he’s still my ex and- "

Before you could go on longer about your rumbles, you felt two strong pairs of arms hugging you tightly. Bucky was in front of you while Steve held you from behind.

What you couldn’t see though, was the absolute anger that was burning in their eyes. They stayed calm, not wanting to make you panic, but deep inside ? They were freaking out. They felt so angry to know that they’re girl was behind literally stalked by the enemy. Especially by Loki, they hated that fucker to their core.

" Darling, I don’t want to worry you but, if you found one, there’s probably more and if it’s from Loki.. he’s probably the one stalking you. " Steve said, feeling rage filling his body.

" I dont like this, at all. We need to get out of here as fast as possible. NOW. Steve get all the security on full watch out, doll let’s get you out of here. "

" It’s okay sweetheart, you’re okay. " Steve said, as he kissed tenderly your forehead.

" See you tonight love, be safe " you were filled with anxious thoughts. Why was this happening to you, and how were the boys so.. chill about it ?..

#mafia bucky x you #mafia steve rogers #mafia stucky #mob stucky #stucky x reader #stucky #mafia au #mafia bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #steve rogers #steve x bucky x reader #poly

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taexbankai · 3 months

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I only want you

this is chapter 5, the other 4 chapters on my on page!!

this chapter is really long so brace yourselves lmao. enjoy!!

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it’s been a little over a month since prom night and yuta has been acting really weird. when i see him at school he’s always very dry and acts really standoffish. he takes hours to respond to my messages and whenever he do respond he only gives me short quick answers

“y/n we graduate this week can you believe it?!” nobara said excitedly as she gave me a back hug

“i know right? it’s hard to believe we were little freshmen 4 years ago” i said to her. We walked out of the school together

“i’m just happy that seniors doesn’t have to come back to the school until graduation night” yuji said as he ran up to us, megumi walking closely behind him

“honestly, i was so sick and tired of waking up early and getting ready for school” megumi said as he stretched

“where are ya’ll about to go? yuji asked me

“back to my house, we want to plan a graduation party” i told him

“oh okay, are we still hanging out tomorrow?” yuji asked

“yeah of course” nobara answered. we all spoke for a little longer before yuji and megumi left

“so.. how has it been with yuta?” nobara asked me as we got into my car

“the same. honestly we might as well just break up at this point” i told her and sighed as i began to back out of the parking spot

“do you honestly think he’s cheating through?” nobara asked me

“i don’t want to believe it. I thought that maybe at first he was upset with me because of the whole ‘me still having feeling for satoru’ thing. but i think it’s bigger than that. he always keeps his phone face down when we’re together at school and sometimes he won’t text me back until like 10-11 at night” i told her

“i think i’m going to ask maki myself and see what she says” nobara said, getting frustrated

“how could he ask you out just to cheat on you? that’s such a dick move. yuta didn’t even seem like the cheating type. I can’t believe him, and if the problem really is about you and satoru then he could’ve been mature about it and spoke to you. but if i find out he is cheating on you with maki… i’m killing both of them” nobara said angrily. i laughed softly at her, feeling good that she has my back

“i love you” i said and smiled at her before looking back at the road

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“wow, i always forget how rich your family is” nobara said as we walked into my house

“stop, we’re not rich” i said and laughed

“this is clearly rich y/n, you even have maids here” she said while laughing

“hello nobara sweetie! i haven’t seen you in ages, how are you?” my mom said as she came out of the kitchen

“hi mom! i’m good, how are you?” nobara said as she gave my mom a hug. my mom and nobara are really close so sometimes nobara calls my mom by her name and other times she just calls her mom

“i’m good sweetie!” my mom responded

“so what are you two up to today?” my mom asked me

“planning a graduation party. we only have a few days left to get everything ready” i told my mom

“oh okay, what day did you want to plan it for?” she asked

“we definitely want to do it the day after graduation, so saturday” i said

“okay well i’ll make sure your father and i aren’t home for that day so you kids can have the whole house to yourselves!, you’re stuck with us the day of your graduation though” my mom said and laughed, in which nobara and i started laughing as well

“okay then, i don’t want to hold you two too much longer. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me” my mom said

“okay mom!” i said as i started walking towards my bedroom with nobara

after a few hours of planning and looking at different places to pick up the party supplies we finally finished everything

“okay so on thursday we’ll go to party city and pick up all the decorations. friday is graduation and then saturday morning we’ll go pick up the food items, drinks, and the 3 different cakes. then we’ll start setting up at 6pm and the party will start at 8pm” nobara said, reading the notes we made on her phone

“yep, sounds good to me. I’ll send out the invitation to the seniors group chat so that way we can just invite all the seniors at one time” i told her as i started making the digital flyer on my phone

“okay cool. I’m gonna get going then, ino’s almost here to pick me up” she said to me as she started grabbing her things

“aw my favorite couple” i said making kissing noises

“shut up” she said, playfully pushing me while laughing

“okay girl, i’ll see you tomorrow” she said as she walked over to my door

“okay, you don’t want me to walk you out?”

“nah i’ll be okay, later!”

after nobara left i ate dinner, got in the shower, brushed my teeth, did my face care routine and then laid down in my bed. I got on my phone and was scrolling on instagram until i got bored. I went to my messing app and clicked on yuta’s name

“still no response huh?” i said as i saw he still didn’t reply to my message from 1pm asking if we wanted to hang out with me, yuji, nobara, and megumi tomorrow. I looked at the time on my phone and saw that it read 10:23pm. I sighed and closed out the app. bored with nothing else to do, i decided to just go to sleep. i got up to turn my light off, as i walked back to my bed my phone suddenly started ringing which scared the living shit out of me. i picked up my phone and saw that satoru was calling me

“hello?” i said, confusion laced in my voice. i waited for satoru to say something but the line was silent

“toru? are you okay?” i asked, my heart starting to beat faster wondering what was going on

“y/n” was all he said. his voice sounded really low and deep

“yes?” i asked him

“i just wanted to hear your voice. i needed a friend to talk to and suguru is sleeping over at yuki’s tonight dorm tonight” he said. i could hear the muffled sound of blankets, i’m guessing he just laid down on his bed or turned to his side

“okay… is everything alright?” i asked him again

“yeah i’m fine silly girl. just bored and lonely” he said to me. riko immediately popped up in my head

“how are you lonely when you have a girlfriend?” i asked him, with a slight laugh

“what are you doing up so late?” he asked, completely ignoring my question

“nobara left about an hour ago so i was just up doing nothing” i told him as i laid down in my bed, staring up at my ceiling

“oh okay… I know your graduation is this week, are you excited?” he asked me

“yeah, just excited to finally be done with highschool” i told him with a dramatic sigh. he started laughing which made me smile hearing his laugh

“i wish you, shoko, and suguru could come to my graduation. won’t your college be on summer vacation by then?” i asked him

“yeah but suguru and i have to do a week of summer school, i don’t know about shoko though” he told me. i let out a dramatic cry

“damn, i wanted to see you all” i said as i turned onto my side, now looking out of my window

“i know, i wanted to see you too” satoru said. i was about to ask him a question when i heard him yawn

“are you tired toru? go to sleep if you’re sleepy” i said to him

“i just had a long day, i want to sit on the phone with you though” he told me. i felt my heart skip a beat

“why do you always do this to me?” i asked him, slightly frustrated at him for always making me so nervous and flustered, but more mad at myself for allowing it to happen

“do what?” he asked, confused

“sweet talk me. you always say nice things to me and get my hopes up. when you say stuff like that it makes me heart skip a beat” i said, nervously biting my bottom lip, regretting telling him. i heard satoru softly laugh before he spoke up

“you think that’s how i sweet talk people? if i would’ve said “i can’t wait to see you again so i can make you mine and keep you to myself” then i would have been sweet talking you” he said to me. i was stunned into silence. the example he used was probably no more than just an example…but my heart was beating so fast i didn’t know how to react

“see? that was so good you’re silent now” satoru said while laughing at me, snapping me out of my thoughts

“h-hey, stop messing with me. you’re so annoying” i told him playfully

“i wasn’t” he said

“you weren’t what?” i asked him. did he mean he wasn’t messing around?

“hey don’t you have a boyfriend?” he asked me. i was disappointed that he didn’t answer my previous question

“yeah… i think” i said, laughing a little

“what do you mean by i think?” satoru asked

“well, basically to make a long story short, he’s been acting really weird. barely responding to my texts, we don’t hang out or see each other outside of school anymore. He hangs out with my friend maki a lot though… i feel like something is going on but i can’t quite put my finger on it. I don’t want to accuse him of anything you know? but i’ve tried being a good girlfriend. we were doing good at first, we’ve been dating since junior year but after prom night he was acting weird and i don’t know why” i told satoru, ranting to him. i continued ranting and satoru quietly listened to me. once i was done ranting, he finally said something

“he’s cheating on you with the girl” was all he said

“y…you think so?” i asked him

“i know so… i’m a guy. the girl that he lost his virginity too is this maki girl. that’s why he didn’t want to answer when you all were playing the game… that’s probably what they were talking about before you walked outside the same night” satoru told me. i was quiet, tears slowly coming to my eyes before they slowly slid down my cheeks

“that makes a lot of sense actually…” i said to him, trying to cry without him noticing

“i’ve never cheated on him or anything like that. was i a bad girlfriend? is it my fault?” i asked more to myself than to satoru

“hey hey hey don’t cry y/n!” satoru said, his voice sounding slightly panicked

“i could be wrong you know. he could have a perfectly good reason why he’s been acting that way. don’t take my word for it, that was just my opinion” he told me, trying to make me feel better

“i’m not crying” i said, wiping my tears

“y/n… i know you too well, i know you’re crying right now” he said softly

“no i’m not” i said, lying to him still

“okay, answer my facetime call then” he said before he hung up. seconds later i received a facetime call from satoru. i frantically wiped any traces of tears off my face as i sat up in my bed and answered the call

“what took you so long to answer huh? i bet you were wiping the tears off of your face” he said while laughing. i grabbed my led lights remote and turned on my white lights so satoru could see me instead of me sitting in the dark

“shut up” i told him as i placed my remote back down and laid back down in my bed. satoru just smiled at me

“you’re too pretty to be crying over a boy y/n” he told me as he rolled onto his back while holding his phone up enough for me to still see his face. my heart was racing, he was acting a little different tonight

“yeah? well i cried over you too before remember?” i said while laughing

“don’t remind me, i felt horrible” satoru said as i laughed harder at his reaction. we ended up talking on the phone until two in the morning before we fell asleep on facetime. when i woke up and checked my phone is was almost twelve in the afternoon and my phone was on 2%

“shit, i forgot to set an alarm” i said to myself as i quickly put my phone on the charger. I was suppose to meet up with nobara, yuji and megumi at one so i needed to get up and start getting ready now. i opened my messages app to text them in our group chat and let them know that i just woke up and was going to start getting ready. before i clicked on the group chat icon, i saw that i had a message from satoru. i immediately clicked on it and read what it said

‘my phone died while we were sleeping last night, thanks for keeping me company though’ he ended the message with two white hearts. i had a huge smile on my face as i texted him back. after i sent my message to satoru i went to the group chat and sent them a message. i then went to mine and yuta’s messages and saw that he read my message but didn’t respond. i rolled my eyes and closed my phone to start getting ready

—————— skip to graduation day—————

“omg we’re really about to graduate!” nobara said as she excitedly shook me back and forth

“i know i know i can’t believe it!!” i said as i shook her back. all of the seniors were in the back of the graduation stadium lining up to walk across the stage. nobara was in front of me and in front of her was ino, yuji, megumi and then more students in front of him. behind me was yuta, maki, momo, mai, miwa, kokichi, inumaki, and the rest of the graduating class. i turned around to look at yuta who was already looking at me

“are you excited to graduate?!” i asked him, a big smile of my face

“yeah” he said with a small smile. i was too happy and excited about graduating that i didn’t realize how dry his response actually was. we began to hear cheering and clapping, i glanced at my phone and saw that it was 7:00pm, which means the graduation ceremony started. we walked out of the back room in our lines and made it to our assigned seats. the graduation stadium was full of families cheering. i looked up in the stands for my mom and dad but there was so many people there that i couldn’t find them. i could slightly hear someone yelling my name so i knew they were here, and that’s all that mattered to me.

after the ceremony all of the freshly graduated students walked out to the front of the building to meet up with their families and friends to take pictures and get ready to go home. i was separated from nobara as she went with ino to go find their families, i walked by myself to the front and looked around for my mom and dad. after weaving through tons of parents, friends, siblings, cousins, aunties, uncles, grandparents, and students who were outside hugging their families and taking pictures, i finally saw my mom and dad looking around waiting for me with a sign in their hand. i started running up to them and once they saw me coming they started waving their “my daughter just graduated” signs in the air and cheering for me. i ran up to them and gave both of them a hug

“congratulations baby!” my dad said as he gave me a kiss on my forehead. he then placed 3 money lei’s around my neck

“i’m so proud of you honey!” my mom said as she placed another money lei around my neck. i started tearing up, being so thankful for having such amazing parents

“thank you both so much! and four money lei’s? how much money is each of these?” i asked while laughing

“nothing too much, i only folded one thousand dollars” my mom said, proud of her money folding and decorating skills

“oh okay so like $250 on each money lei?” i asked

“no silly, one thousand dollars on each money lei” she said while laughing

“WHAT?!” i yelled

“i wanted to give you more but your mom said that if we gave you too much you right run away with the money and never come back” my dad said while laughing

“don’t worry dad, 4 thousand is more than enough, thank you” i said. my parents would always give me money but i seriously wasn’t expecting four thousand dollars from them today

“okay, let me get my phone out so we can take some pictures” my mom said as she pulled her phone out. my dad pulled his out too and started recording

“dad why are you recording? i thought we were taking pict-“

“guess who?” i was cut off by my eyes being covered by two large hands. i immediately started jumping up and down from excitement

“suguru you made it!!” i screamed and turned around, throwing myself at my big brother and giving him a big hug

“congratulations baby sis, i’m so proud of you!” suguru said as he hugged me back. i started crying into his chest

“don’t cry too much or you’ll ruin your makeup!” i heard another voice say, i let go of suguru and saw shoko standing next to him

“shoookoooooo!” i said as i gave her a big hug as well

“i missed you two so much” i said to her as she hugged me back

“hey what about me?” my heart dropped, no way… i must be dreaming. i slowly let go of shoko and turned to my left, i saw satoru standing there with a huge bouquet of flowers. i immediately ran over to him and gave him a hug, he wrapped his arm that wasn’t holding the bouquet around my waist

“congrats on graduating!” he said to me

“thank you toru” i said, still hugging him. i can’t believe they were all here, it’s been a year since i last saw them

“hey, my hug wasn’t that long!” i heard suguru said. we all laughed at him as i finally let satoru go

“i thought you said you guys couldn’t come because of summer school?” i asked satoru

“i lied to surprise you. we watched you walk across the stage too, but i don’t think you saw us in the stands” he said as he wiped the tears off of my face

“did you guys know?” i asked my parents as i turned and faced them

“of course! suguru called us two months ago telling us he was going to be here for your graduation” my mom said. now i understood why my dad started recording

“did you really think i’d miss my baby sisters graduation?” suguru said and laughed

“oh yeah and this is for you, i made it myself!” he added as he took a money lei off of his neck and put it around mine

“it’s one thousand dollars, mom said they gave you some as well” he told me. i was so excited to see them, i didn’t even realize they were holding stuff, except for satoru

“thank you!” i said to him

“and here’s mine! i saw you post on instagram about wanting this brand” shoko said as she handed me a gift bag that had graduation balloons tied around it

“you can open it when you get home” she said and smiled

“thank you sho” i said to her, my cheeks hurting from how much i’ve been smiling

“and finally, here’s my gift” satoru said, i turned and faced him as he gave me the huge bouquet of flowers, i looked closer at them wanting to smell them only to realize that they weren’t flowers, but 100 dollar bills rolled to look like roses

“toru-“

“it’s also a thousand, i don’t wanna hear any butts or ands” he said, cutting me off while laughing

“i also got you this” he said as he took out a little box, he opened it up and it had a beautiful gold necklace in it. i heard my mom gasp while i stood there, tears threatening to fall again as i watched him take the necklace out of the box and show it to me up close, in the middle of the necklace was a single diamond

“turn around” he ordered me, i immediately turned around and felt him move my hair out of the way and put the necklace on me

“i got you this one because i feel like the other necklace i got you for your birthday has too many bad memories attached to it” he laughed as i turned back around and hugged him

“thank you so much toru! i love you” i said to him, the last part slipping out

“you’re welcome, i love you too” he said, hugging me again

“how touching, you’re stealing my sister from me” suguru said sarcastically

“you totally just showed me up with your gifts” shoko said. i laughed at both of them

“i appreciate all of the gifts you all got me, thank you so much. this is the best day of my life!” i said to them and my parents as they all laughed at me

“i still have the necklace you gave me toru, i just don’t wear it much because of yuta” i told him

“it’s okay, now you have a new one” he said and smiled

“okay, let’s all take some pictures before we go to dinner!” my dad said

“dinner?” i asked

“yeah, your graduation dinner” my mom said

i took some pictures with my parents, shoko, suguru, and satoru. some group photos and some separate photos

“y/n! we have to take pictures together!” i heard someone yell to me, i turned around and saw nobara running up to me with our group of friends and their families closely behind her

“it took us forever to find you!” she said as she reached me and gave me a hug

“sorry, i was so caught up in seeing everyone” i told her. the rest of our friends had met up with us. i turned to greet the huge group of family and friends that came with them, i then turned and introduced everyone

“this is my mom and dad, and this is my other best friend shoko, my big brother suguru and this is satoru” i said to my friends, i then turned and introduced my friends

“you’ve all met some of them already but these are my friends, this is miwa, momo, inumaki, ino, kokichi, mai, maki, and then my boyfriend yuta” i said, leaving megumi, yuji and nobara out of the introduction’s since they already knew them

“nice to meet you all, thanks for being friends with my little sister ” suguru said as he smiled at everyone. shoko, satoru and my parents all waved at them with smiles on their faces. my friends families approached my friends as they wanted to start taking pictures of all of us together, yuta’s parents walked over to my parents as they began to catch up and talk to each other. i saw satoru and suguru exchange a quick look between each other before they both approached yuta, who i was still standing by

“so… you’re the boy who’s dating my sister” suguru said as he looked yuta up and down. yuta started to look a little nervous

“y-yeah that’s me” yuta stuttered

“don’t mess with him suguru! he’s nice to me” i said, not wanting suguru to embarrass yuta

“nice to you huh?… i just want to meet the boy who my sister is dating, he is your first boyfriend after all” suguru continued

“and this is maki?” satoru spoke up. satoru and i made quick eye contact before he looked back at a flustered maki who was still standing by yuta, her parents speaking to inumaki’s parents

“nice to meet you” she said as she nervously stuck her hand out to shake satoru’s hand. satoru didn’t shake her hand though, he only muttered a quick ‘hi’ before his attention was back on yuta

“i’m going to be completely honest with you right now” satoru started as he took off his sunglasses, now staring yuta directly in his eyes

“i don’t like you” he said

“neither do i” suguru said. i felt like my blood pressure was going up by the second. satoru pulled me gently by the arm so i was standing next to him instead of yuta

“not responding to y/n for hours” satoru said

“being super dry” suguru continued

“ not making any time for her” satoru said

“ignoring her” suguru said

“ and the icing on the cake… spending more time flirting, gigging, seeing, and talking to little miss maki right here” satoru said. i knew satoru was going to eventually tell suguru but i didn’t think they would be so angry about it

“i- i can explain-“

“save it” suguru said, cutting yuta off

“because it’s my precious baby sister’s graduation today i’m going to let you slide. but we’ll have our time to talk” suguru said to a now very nervous yuta. suguru and satoru both turned to me and put smiles on their faces, as if they didn’t just threaten my boyfriend

“let’s go take these pictures!” suguru said as he turned me around and put his arm around my neck, satoru walking with us on my other side

“hello nice to meet you..again. i’m mai and this is my dear friend momo” mai said as she and momo came up to the three of us

“hello!” both satoru and my brother said

“do both you have girlfriends?” mai asked them. they both laughed as i ran my hand over my face, laughing at how straightforward she was being

“yes i have a girlfriend” suguru said

“nooooo” momo said

“what about you?” mai excitedly asked satoru

“mai..” i said in a warning tone

“kidding, i’m kidding” she said as she laughed, i laughed with her before all the parents started calling us as they had all of their camera’s ready to start taking pictures

after we all finished taking millions of photos, my friends and i all said goodbye to each other and went our separate ways

“okay so let’s get to the place for dinner! did you all drive here together?” my mom asked as we started walking towards the parking lot

“no we all drove our own cars” suguru told her

“oh okay, shoko were you coming with us to dinner?” my mom asked shoko

“i can’t i’m so sorry! today is also my cousin’s graduation and my family is having a bbq tonight” she told my mom

“aww man, i wanted you to come but it’s okay honey i understand!” my mom said as she gave shoko a hug

“are you coming to my party tomorrow?” i asked her

“of course girl” she said as she gave me a hug. she said goodbye to my dad, suguru and satoru and left to her car

“yuki’s still coming to dinner right suguru?” my dad asked him

“yeah her mom is dropping her off now. her little brother’s graduation finished up about an hour ago” he said. just then we saw a car pull up and yuki hopped out of the passenger’s side and ran over to us

“hi y/n! congratulations on your graduation! everyone is graduating today” she said and laughed as she gave me a hug and a gift

“thank you yuki! i missed you” i said as i hugged her back

“i missed you too sweetheart” she said

“great everyone is here! yuki you didn’t drive your car?” my mom asked

“no, suguru told me i can just ride with him when we left from my dorm” she said as she walked over and gave my parents a hug

“okay well then, suguru and satoru can just follow us to the restaurant” my dad said. satoru and suguru said okay and i started walking towards my parents car

“nah, you’re riding with me” satoru said as he grabbed my wrist. suguru and yuki were already getting in suguru’s car and my parents didn’t even turn around when satoru stopped me

“okay” i said and walked with satoru to his car. he took all my gifts and opened the door for me

“thank you” i said, suddenly feeling a little shy as i got into his car. he put my gifts on the back seat of his very expensive car and got in the drivers side and started the car. he pulled off and drove until he was behind suguru’s car, in which suguru was behind my parents car as they started to pull out of the parking lot

“you can connect your phone and play some music” satoru told me. i happily took out my phone and connected it to his bluetooth, turning on my favorite song. i turned down some so i could talk to satoru

“so… what did you think of yuta?” i said as i looked forward, watching the road with satoru

“i don’t like him” satoru said , keeping his response short

“really?” i asked, still not seeing why he doesn’t like him

“yes really. you’re too beautiful to be wasting your time on someone who won’t spend any time with you or even respond to your text messages. y/n he literally hangs out with another girl more than he hangs out with you… break up with him” satoru said as he glanced at me before looking back to the road

“yeah.. you’re right. i love him though” i said to satoru, turning my head to look at him while he drove the car. he looked so good in his white button up shirt and his black pants. his hair was shiny and his glasses sat right at the tip of his nose. he smelled so good and his lips looked so juicy. i mentally slapped myself, feeling ashamed looking at satoru like this when we’re literally in the middle of talking about my boyfriend. satoru stopped at a red light and turned to look at me

“you love him?” he asked me. my heart skipped. the atmosphere in the car suddenly changing

“y-yes i-“

“are you in love with him? or do you love having him around?” satoru asked me, cutting me off. i couldn’t give him an answer though. his question was similar to what nobara was saying the night of the sleep over

“he’s not a good boyfriend y/n” satoru said as he faced the road again, the light now green

“he was at first” i told him

“how so?” he asked

“when you left me heartbroken and alone, he helped me get over my depression and heart break” i said to him, hoping the conversation didn’t get depressing because of me bringing up satoru rejecting me

“he saw an opportunity and took it” satoru said, thankfully not changing the mood into a depressing one

“what? how?” i asked, my attention fully on satoru

“you were sad and gullible. he most likely had a crush on you or some type of attraction towards you. when he found out that i rejected you and then moved away for college he jumped at the opportunity to make you his and it worked” satoru explained. i listened to his words, happy to be getting a male’s perspective on the situation

“i’m not saying that he didn’t or doesn’t love you, but he definitely took advantage of you” satoru said. i nodded my head, seeing exactly how that could have happened. satoru is definitely right

“but enough about him. you look beautiful tonight, even with a little bit of your makeup smeared from all that crying” satoru said as he laughed

“that’s because i was overwhelmed with happiness” i told him, smiling at him calling me beautiful

“you’ve been complimenting me a lot lately” i told satoru, my smile getting bigger

“if your wack ass boyfriend won’t do it then i have to” he said and laughed

“hey toru… why didn’t riko come with you guys?” i asked him, wondering why he hasn’t brought up riko once since i’ve seen him. he stayed silent for a few seconds before he answered

“because she’s not my girlfriend anymore” he simply said

“what??! why not?” i asked, but i couldn’t help the small smirk that came to my lips after hearing that they broke up

“because she cheated on me, i never found out with who though. i broke up with her like 6 months ago” he said

“she… cheated on you?! when i catch her i’m beating her ass. why would she cheat on you? you’re so kind and sweet… not to mention how attractive you are! i’ve never met a more attractive guy in my life. i don’t understand why she would cheat on you” i said, pissed off that she cheated on satoru. did she even realize how lucky she was to be with him? i heard satoru start to laugh

“you’re so cute when you’re mad” satoru said as he turned into the parking lot of the restaurant, still behind suguru’s car

“maybe it’s because we were both busy with school. a little after we starting dating i realized we didn’t have as much in common as i originally thought” he told me as he pulled into a parking spot. before i could say anything else satoru spoke up again

“ready to go eat?” he said with a smile, i figured he didn’t want to speak about the topic anymore so i didn’t ask anymore questions

———————

after the very delicious dinner we all walked back to the parking lot

“satoru you’re staying at our house right?” my dad asked

“if that’s fine with you” satoru said and smiled at my dad

“of course! we had the guest room prepared just for you!” my mom said excitedly as my dad laughed

“okay i’ll be there then!” satoru said and laughed with my dad

“great! well your father and i are going to the airport now, we’ll see you in a few days sweetie” my mom said as she pulled me into a hug

“have fun at your party, i feel much better knowing your brother and satoru will be there” my dad said as he gave me a hug as well

“i will, love you guys! thank you for everything” i said to them. they said their goodbyes to everyone else and got back in their car

“i’m going to go back with yuki to her parents house for a few hours to spend time with her family since they’re also celebrating a graduation today. y/n you have your house key right?” suguru said

“yeah” i told him. he nodded and pulled me into a hug

“okay then, i’ll most likely be back home tomorrow morning. i’m sure we’re gonna be drinking tonight so i might sleep over at yuki’s house” he said as he broke the hug

“take care of my sister satoru” suguru said as he dabbed up satoru. i gave yuki and hug and said bye to her as suguru opened the door for her as they got into his car. satoru and i left shortly after

once we got to the house all the maids had already left for the night. i turned on the living room lights and took my heels off, holding all my graduation gifts in one hand. satoru came in after me, locking the front door and taking his shoes off

“damn, it’s been so long since i’ve been here” he said, carrying his small suitcase with him

“how long are you staying here for?” i asked him as i started walking upstairs to my room, satoru following me

“only a few days” he said

“why not longer? a few days isn’t enough time” i said to him as i reached my room door

“you want me to stay longer?” he asked me as he stood at my door, leaning his tall body against my door frame

“of course i do” i said as i sat my gifts down and looked at him as i sat down on my bed

“hmmmm….you can drive with me back to my apartment and i’ll grab more clothes and stuff to stay here longer” he told me. i jumped up and ran to give him a hug

“yayyy! yes i’ll definitely come with you! can we ride by your college? i’ve never seen it” i said. satoru laughed at my excitement

“you could’ve came to visit me, it’s only an hour and a half drive from here” he said

“yeah but you never came to visit me either” i said

“fair” he said and threw his hands up in defeat

“so what do you want to do tonight? i have edibles” he asked me as he opened his suitcase, pulling a bag of edibles out

“really? let’s take some” i said excitedly

“look at how excited you are over some edibles” satoru laughed as he opened the bag and gave me one before eating one himself

“thank you!” i told him

“you’re welcome. i’m going to go put my stuff in the guest room and hop in the shower really quick” satoru said to me as he placed the bag of edibles on my bed

“i’ll keep these out just in case we end up wanting to take more” satoru said

“okay, i’ll hop in the shower too then” i told him. he nodded and walked away to the guest bedroom. i walked over to my bathroom and turned on the shower water before taking off my make up so i could use my face cleaners in the shower

——— ——

after my shower i put lotion and my pjs on. i grabbed my phone before i turned off my room light and walked downstairs to see satoru in his pjs sitting on the couch on his phone. he looked up at me once he heard me coming down the stairs

“damn, girls take forever to shower” he said while laughing. i walked over to him with a smile on my face, his hair was damp and he didn’t have his glasses on so his beautiful blue eyes were staring right at me

“put those blue lights away, i can’t focus while looking at your bright ass eyes” i said, teasing him

“oh wow, i can’t believe you took it there” satoru said, acting hurt as he put his hand over his heart before we both bursted out laughing. after we stopped laughing satoru suggested that we play just dance. i started up the wii and we played just dance for an hour before we were tired and hungry again

“i think the edible is making me hungry” satoru said as he took his phone out

“what do you want to eat? i’ll order whatever you want” satoru said as he looked at me

“ummm, lets just get pizza and drinks” i told him

“oh! and some ice cream too please?” i asked him

“okay” he said as he went on uber eats and started ordering the food. while he was ordering the food i got a text on my phone. i looked and saw yuta had texted me. i unlocked my phone and saw he had sent me a long message with 2 photos and a video attached to it. i immediately began reading the message

‘hey y/n, i’m just texting to tell you that i’m breaking up with you. i’ve been wanting to break up with you for a while now but i felt bad because of how miserable you were. you texting me multiple times a day and always trying to hang out became overwhelming. that night when we played truth or dare i was going to tell you the truth about maki and i. she’s actually my ex girlfriend, we broke up because we had grown apart and a little after we broke up i had found you. you were cute and also going through a heart break so in order to get my mind off of maki i decided to try and date you. maki and i ended up meeting a few weeks after we started dating and had sex. i’ve been having sex with maki at least twice a week since then, we were each other’s first times so our bond is extremely strong. i asked you if you still had feeling for gojo because i wanted to make myself feel better about cheating on you knowing you still had slight feelings for another guy, so i continued acting like i loved you. i wanted to tell you this in person but your brother and that gojo guy scares the living shit out of me, so over text it is. i would appreciate it if you didn’t contact me again after this, or maki as we’re back together again. i’ll block you after this message sends. goodbye’

my face was full of tears after i finished reading the message. i then clicked on the pictures and video he had sent. in the first photo, him and maki were in bed together as he laid in between her legs. their clothes were off and it looked like he was in the middle of giving maki head. the second photo was a picture of maki giving yuta head. by this point i was on the verge of hyperventilating, but i still forced myself to watch the video…. the video was a sex tape of maki and yuta. the phone was propped up on something so i had a full body view of them both having sex. to make matters worst the sound was on, so i could hear both of them moaning. satoru turned to look at me, confused and wondering what i was watching. before he could ask any questions, he saw me crying and was in a state of panic

“y/n what happened? are you okay?” he asked. i couldn’t answer him, instead i threw myself at him and cried in his arms. satoru, still confused, started rubbing my back trying to console me even without knowing what was going on

“you were right” i finally said through broken sobs once i calmed down enough to speak

“right about what?” he asked. i slowly sat back up, breaking the hug as i gave him my phone. he looked at it and i watched his face go from confusion, to shock, to anger within seconds. i then saw him tap the screen and swipe, so i assumed he was looking at the photos and the video now. i heard moaning coming from the phone before satoru got off the video and let out a frustrated sigh

“that fucking asshole. i knew i should have punched him in his fucking face when i saw him tonight. i knew it!” satoru said, completely furious now. i stayed silent as i watched satoru grab his phone and press a few things on the screen before he put the phone to his ear. after a few seconds i heard suguru’s voice on the other side of the phone saying hello

“suguru, you’ll never believe what y/n’s bitch ass ex boyfriend just did” satoru said as he stood up, pacing around the living room with his phone to his ear and my phone still in his other hand. satoru then explained in detail what yuta did, he even reread the breakup message he sent me to suguru over the phone. i couldn’t hear exactly what suguru was saying but from the tone of his voice, he sounded just as mad as satoru

“don’t worry about it i’ll take care of her tonight…. yeah…. okay i will. enjoy your night with yuki and her family……yeah we’ll figure it out tomorrow when you get here….okay” i watch satoru as he continued speaking to suguru on the phone. i got up and walked to the downstairs bathroom, splashing water on my face before looking at myself in the mirror. luckily i didn’t look too terrible. i was having such a fun night just for yuta to ruin it. as i stood in the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror, i began to really think about what just happened. because of how strained our relationship has been the last couple of weeks, i’m not necessarily sad about the breakup as i was going to eventually breakup with him because of how the relationship was. i’m more upset over how he decided to break up with me… not only did one of my friends betray me, lie to me, and sleep with my boyfriend. but he cheated on me our entire relationship and then sent pictures and videos of it. i was hurt, i was annoyed, but most of all… i was angry. how could they do this to me? i’ve been nothing but kind and loyal to the both of them. I didn’t get close with maki until after yuta and i started dating, i never even knew they used to date. i tried to calm myself down by splashing more water on my face

“satoru is finally back out here after being away for so long. i’m not going to let them ruin our night” i said to myself. i took one last look at myself in the mirror before i walked out of the bathroom. once i made it back to the living room i saw that satoru was off of the phone with suguru. he was sitting back down on the couch and was taking pictures of my phone with his phone

“hey how are you feeling? you okay?” he asked me as he looked up at me

“i’m okay” i told him as i sat down next to him on the couch

“i’m taking pictures of his contact information and maki’s. me and suguru will be contacting them later, don’t you worry” he said as he tapped my head. i saw him take a picture of maki’s phone number before he handed me back my phone. i laughed at him before giving him another hug

“i’m not going to let them ruin our fun night” i said to him

“good! i ordered the food already, it should almost be here by now. should we find a movie to watch while we eat?” satoru asked

“yeah!, i’m going to eat another edible too, that whole situation ruined my high” i said as i stood up to go grab the bag off my bed

“can you grab me one too please?” he asked. i said yeah as i made my way upstairs. i grabbed the edibles off of my bed and popped one in my mouth. i then walked back downstairs and sat back down by satoru. he grabbed an edible and i took another one. after all that just happened i wanted to get fucked up and forget about it all

“okay how about this movie?” satoru asked as he landed on a funny movie. i said okay and he pressed play. right when the movie was starting the door bell rung. satoru paused the movie before he got up and grab everything from the uber eats person before thanking them and closing the door

“i gave them an $100 tip on the app, they must’ve been hella happy because they drove over here fast” satoru said as we laughed. i helped him bring everything to the coffee table in the middle of the living room

“i’m going to go put the ice cream in the freezer” i told him. he nodded okay and i walked to the kitchen. after i put the ice cream away i grabbed two glasses for us to drink out of. i dimmed the lights so we could watch the movie but still see our food. i sat down on the couch and we began eating our food while the movie started playing. after 30 minutes of watching the movie i began to feel dizzy. almost like i didn’t have any control of my body. everything around me seemed different and i knew the edible had kicked in. i started laughing at nothing in particular, just laughing uncontrollably. satoru turned to look at me and started smiling

“y/n… you’re high as hell right now. your eyes are super low” he said and started laughing

“so are you.. your eyes are super red” i told him and laughed again

“yeah but i’m not as high as you, i have a higher tolerance” satoru said

“i’m craving something sweet. you want your ice cream?” satoru asked as he stood up. i nodded and he went to get our ice cream. we ate our entire thing of ice cream in 20 minutes

“toru im boredddd” i said, no longer wanting to watch the movie

“me too, what should we do?” he asked

“let’s play hide and seek in the dark!” i said excitedly while laughing

“okay, i’ll count first. you hide” satoru said. i jumped up off the couch and began turning off any remaining lights in the house. satoru turned the tv off and started counting with his eyes closed. the only light we had was the moon light that came in from the windows. i tried to run up stairs but it was hard because of how high i was. by time i finally reached the top step i heard satoru say 29

‘…30, ready or not here i come!” he said as he immediately started coming upstairs. i bursted into my room and hid under the covers on my bed

“you can’t play hide and seek when you’re high y/n, you’re way too loud” i heard satoru say as he laughed. he was standing right in front of my bed

“no fair! you cheated” i said. satoru laid down next to me, trapping me underneath the covers

“why would i cheat?” he said. i wiggled free from underneath the blankets. i turned on my led lights with my remote and then turned to look at him

“because you know that i would’ve beaten you” i said as i looked back at my remote, turning my led’s to the color pink

“nah, i’d win” he said before laughing again

“i want a rematch” i whined. satoru was about to answer but his phone started to ring. he pulled it out of his pocket before he answered the phone

“yeah she’s okay now…she’s right here…okay” satoru said before he handed the phone to me. i took it

“hello?” i said

“you feeling okay?” suguru asked me

“yes i’m fine” i told him

“okay, i was just checking up on you. don’t worry, i’ll beat yuta’s ass for you” suguru said. i laughed at him before telling him to hang up because me and satoru were playing a game. we said our love you’s before we hung up

“are you really okay though?” satoru asked me. i handed him back his phone as he stared at me. he was still laying down on my bed, looking up at me as i was sitting up

“yeah” i said

“he didn’t deserve you y/n. you’re a good girl, you deserve someone who’s going to take care of you and love you unconditionally” satoru said as he sat up, not breaking eye contact with me. i wanted to say something but my words were stuck in my throat. i don’t know if it was because of satoru or the weed, but my body started to feel tingly

“someone who will protect you, and cater to your every need. be there to wipe the tears off of your pretty face” satoru continued as he gently touched my cheek with the palm of his hand

“toru…”

“someone who will make love to you. send you cute little texts throughout the day. bring you treats just to see you smile. take you out on dates” he said as he used his other hand to touch my other cheek. i watched as his face was now inches away from mine. i felt like my heart had completely stopped beating

“and the only man who can do that for you is me” he said before he gently kissed me. i was so shocked that for the first 2 seconds of the kiss i was completely still. after i got over the initial shock i kissed him back. after a few seconds, he pulled back. we stared at each other for a minute while we caught our breaths before i leaned forwards and kissed him again, in which he immediately kissed me back. this time satoru put his tongue in my mouth. the feeling of his tongue against my tongue made me moan. i put both of my hands in satoru’s hair and he gently laid me on my back, my head now resting on my pillow. satoru broke the kiss and looked at me for a second before he started kissing me neck. i moaned again, a little louder this time. my hands still in his hair. i’ve never experienced this feeling before in my life. i could feel satoru’s dick against my leg. i moved down slightly so that it was touching right where i wanted him. i started grinding myself against him and closed my eyes at how good it felt.

“f-fuck, you’re killing me y/n” satoru said as he stopped kissing and sucking my neck and looked at me. the eye contacting we were holding was enough to make me cum right then and there. satoru put both of his hands on my hips to keep them firmly in place. he then started to slowly grind himself against my pussy as i wrapped my legs around his waist. i was so thankful that we both had thin pjs on. my eyes rolled to the back of my head

“oh my go- toru don’t stop… yes” i moaned, now gripping his hand that was pinning my hips down against the bed

“fuckkk… you look so sexy right now” satoru said as he looked down at me. i could feel his dick getting harder and harder by the second

“toru… please fuck me” i said between moans. satoru groaned at my words before he bent back down, kissing me again. his hips kept grinding against me, his pace quickening

“please…please..please toru please” i said, begging him to fuck me. i reached in-between our bodies until i felt the waistband of satoru’s pants. i was about to put my hand inside of his pants before satoru grabbed my hand, stopping my movements. he stopped moving against me and just looked at me for a few seconds, catching his breath

“are you a virgin?” he asked me

“n-no” i said, avoiding eye contact because of the embarrassment of still being a virgin

“don’t lie to me y/n” satoru said

“yes…” i answered, still not making eye contact

“y/n…. i can’t have sex with you” satoru said as he sat full up, i sat up after him

“why not? it it because i’m a virgin? i can take it i promise” i told him. he laughed at me before speaking

“you being a virgin is a small reason why, but not the main reason” he said

“then why?” i asked him

“i don’t want to upset suguru. he would kill me. plus you’re high right now… how do i know that this is what you actually want and it’s not just the weed making you feel this way?, how do i know you actually want me to be your first time?” he said as he laid down on the other side of my pillow

“what?! how would suguru even find out? i won’t tell him” i said as i turned to look at him

“i already left a hickey on your neck. i wasn’t thinking, i got too caught up in the moment” satoru said as he pointed to the hickey on my neck

“i don’t care what he says. i’m 18 now i can do whatever i want!” i said, slightly frustrated that satoru was making it seem like i can’t do anything with my brother’s permission

“y/n…”

“i want you satoru. i’ve never wanted someone so much before in my entire life… it’s always been you. i want you to want me too” i said to him. he was silent for a little bit before he grabbed me by my arm and had me lay down on his chest

“trust me y/n, i want you. i just want to wait for the right moment to take you…because once i fuck you, you’re mine forever” he said. i looked up at him, heart fluttering at his words

“ your boyfriend just broke up with you.. i don’t want you acting rashly. you’re also a virgin so i feel like you might be in a rush to lose your virginity… an 18 year old virgin.. i can’t believe it” satoru said, teasing me. i lightly slapped him on the chest

“not funny” i said. he laughed and grabbed my face before he pulled me into a passionate kiss

“this isn’t fair. you got me all worked up and horny just for you not to fuck me” i told him

“did that yuta guy ever make you cum?” satoru asked me. i shook my head no

“no, we never did anything sexual… he was too busy fucking maki and eating her out” i said and rolled my eyes

“so… you’ve really never gotten head before?” satoru asked

“no. never” i told him honestly. the look in his eyes changed

“lay down” he told me. i opened my mouth to ask why before he cut me off

“now. and take your pants off” he said. i immediately did what he said, feeling excited. i watched satoru get on his knees and then open my legs. i immediately covered my pussy with my hands, feeling extremely shy even though my panties were still on. satoru started laughing

“don’t be shy now” he teased. he slowly removed my hands

“relax baby, i’m going to take good care of you” he said as he slowly pulled my panties down. my embarrassment started to slowly dissipate as i got more horny looking at him

“you’re this wet after a little bit of dry humping?” he asked while laughing

“shut up toru” i said, a smile on my face. satoru took my panties all the way off, throwing them on the floor with my pants before he looked me in the eyes

“are you sure?” he asked me, any hints of joking completely gone

“positive toru” i said as i smiled at him. he smiled back at me and laid down on his stomach. he slowly ran his finger in between my folds before he stopped at my clit. he started rubbing slow circles on my clit. i bit my lip so i wouldn’t be too loud. i started breathing harder as my heart starting racing faster

“i wanna hear your pretty moans baby” he said. before i could respond to him i felt his warm tongue lick up my pussy. he ran his tongue back down before going up again, this time stop at my clit and circling it with his tongue. his lips then latched onto my clit and he began sucking on it. my hands immediately went to his hair as i started tugging on it. i sat up some to watch him, moaning flying out of my mouth every second. satoru looked up at me and kept suck on my clit without breaking eye contact with me

“toru… you look so fucking good… don’t stop baby” i said, moaning his name. he moaned, clearly turned on by my moans. the vibration from his voice made my body jump in shock and pleasure. he used his left hand to grab my thigh to keep my legs apart as his right hand came up and started massaging my other thigh. satoru stopped sucking on my clit and sat up on his knees again, his face was glistening with my wetness mixed in with his spit. i was about to ask him why he stopped before an entirely new sensation ripped through my body. satoru put one of his fingers inside of me

“t-toru” i said, out of breath

“let me know if you want me to stop or if it’s too much for you okay?” he said as he looked at me, i nodded my head and felt him start to move his finger in and out of me. satoru never took his eyes off of me, he watched every reaction i had to this fingers. he then slowly entered another finger and then a third. my face was full of tears, it felt so good, my mind couldn’t catch up with the pleasure. i had my eyes screwed shut, moaning uncontrollably as i begged satoru not to stop. his pace began to pick up

“fuck… you’re so tight” satoru said while biting his lip. i felt him start to hump against my leg, feeling just how hard he was. i started to feel a weird feeling in my lower abdomen

“toru-“ i said but all the words were knocked out of my body as satoru had began sucking on my clit again as his finger’s continued pumping in and out of me

“satoru… satoru!! i’m going to cum” i yelled, my back arching off of the bed. after a few more seconds, i came. satoru kept fingering me and sucking on my clit until i was too sensitive to take anymore

“so how was it?… let me guess… spectacular?” satoru said as he looked at me, sitting back up with a big grin on his handsome face. i smiled

“more than that” i said as i pulled him on top of me by his shirt and kissed him. he kissed me back and we made out for a little bit. after he pulled away i yawned, now suddenly feeling very tired

“are you tired now?” satoru asked me

“a little” i told him, getting comfortable in bed

“put your pants back on before your brother walks in here tomorrow morning and sees you” he said as he laughed, standing up and grabbing my clothes off the floor before handing them to me. i lazily grabbed the clothes and began putting my panties back on without getting all the way out of bed. i saw satoru walk over towards the bedroom door

“where are you going?” i asked him, stopping my movements

“to double check that the front door is locked and then to my room” he said as he turned to look at me

“can’t you sleep in here tonight?” i asked him

“you want me to sleep in here?” he asked me. i quickly nodded my head and he smiled

“okay, let me go check the front door and then i’ll be back” he said before he disappeared into the hallway. i continued putting my panties on and then my pants before i got comfortable again in my bed and waited for satoru to come back. after a little bit longer, satoru walked through my door, closing it behind him

“sorry it took a little longer, i had to grab my charger from my suitcase” he said

“it’s okay” i said and smiled at him.

“i brought your phone from downstairs too” he said as he handed me my phone. i told him thank you as i turned and put it on the charger. i read the time and saw that it was 3:21am. i heard satoru plug his charger into the socket before putting his phone on the charger and then placing his phone down on the dresser on the other side of my bed. he then laid down next to me. i scooted over until my head was against his chest. i looked up at him as he looked down at me. i couldn’t believe satoru was laying in my bed right now

“goodnight toru”

“goodnight princess”

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WHEWWWWW this chapter was longgggg, it literally took me 6 straight hours to type out, i make up the chapters as i go so it takes a while. it’s probably gonna be a few days until i get the next chapter out. while i was typing this chapter i kinda felt like y/n’s aging was confusing. she turned 15 and was a sophomore but she graduated and is 18? so lets just act like all of that makes sense, since i didn’t realize my mistake until now lol. anyways i hope you all enjoyed this chapter, i’m not very good at writing smut scenes. please let me know if it was bad lmaooo, see y’all in the next chapter… byeeee

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Could you possibly do Five x Reader where Five and the reader have a fight and the reader storms off. The next time Five sees them, they're in the infirmity, comatose, and no one is sure when, or even IF, the reader will wake up. Five has to sit with his regrets that the last thing he said was something he didn't mean and that he wasn't there to protect them when they needed it. When the Reader wakes up, Five breaks down in happiness, giving the reader all the love he can. Heavy Angst with a bit of fluff cause I like happy endings. Lol. Thank you!

This gave me serious flashbacks to the end of No Hard Feelings. Hope you enjoy this. Nothing like a bit of angst. Here ya go!

Dickhead Sugar Daddy | Five Hargreeves / GN Reader Words: 2.8k, rated T

It was such a stupid fight. He didn’t even believe what he said the moment he said it.

He insisted that you take that money. He wasn’t the type of guy to beg, but he came damn close. He watched you struggling to pay medical debt for an entire year before you let him pay it off for you. Until then, you were too proud to accept his help. He told you again and again that it wasn’t a big deal. It was only in four figures and his father left behind more money than he could ever use, even when divided among all his siblings.

“I’d give it to a friend,” he said, “even if you and I don’t work out, it doesn’t matter. Gotta be honest, I wouldn’t even notice if that amount disappeared from one of my accounts. You owe me nothing, okay?”

He could tell it made you uncomfortable and, truth be told, he didn’t much like the feeling of being a sexagenarian trust fund brat so out of touch with ordinary life that this amount of money wasn’t even a blip on his radar. After you finally accepted his offer, he hoped you could both just forget about it.

So why had he been such a colossal asshole?

The argument was about housework on top and booze underneath. Neither of you wanted to state the obvious fact that Five’s binge-drinking was becoming a problem so, instead, you fought about the consequences.

“God, turn that thing off, will you?” he shouted, irritably over the roar of the vacuum.

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Well, I’m sorry, darling,” he said, testily, “I just feel like shit, alright? I don’t need the goddamn vacuum in my ear.”

“Well, sorry Five, but the world doesn’t stop because you’ve got a hangover. My friend’s coming tomorrow and you promised we’d clean up today.”

“Here’s the thing: this is your friend, not mine.”

“But this is our home,” you snapped back, “we both live here and this is half your mess. You’ve been shitty about this all week.”

“Oh, so I can’t be busy?” he replied, smiling sarcastically.

“Oh yeah. So ‘busy’,” you said, doing the air quotes that would have made him punt you through a wall were you absolutely anybody else, “- busy farting around with math and looking for non-existent paradoxes around every corner.”

“It’s theoretical physics, moron. Maybe your tiny brain can’t comprehend what I’m doing, but I can assure you it’s more important than the shitty job you do all day.”

“Oh wow.” you said, laughing disbelievingly, “Well fuck you, dickhead.”

“Yeah?” he said, fire behind his eyes, “well don’t come crying to this dickhead the next time you need a sugar daddy.”

Your mouth dropped open. You stood there, frozen, looking into his face. Later, Five thought it could have gone either way in that moment: if only he’d apologized, perhaps he could still have stopped it.

But he would never know, because he didn’t apologize: he just let his shittiest, most insolent smile spread across his face.

You threw down the vacuum, grabbed your jacket and left without looking back.

At the time, Five considered it a job well done, only glad for the opportunity to rest his banging head. Over the following days, however, he would play your departure over and over in his head, scouring his memory for everything that proved his guilt.

You were agitated; probably too agitated to pay attention: his fault.

You were hurt; perhaps hurt enough to do something impulsive: his fault.

You were enraged; maybe your final thoughts as you stepped off the sidewalk were of how much you hated him. And it was all his fault.

He didn’t even know he was your emergency contact.

By the time the phone rang, he’d hauled himself off his ass and cleaned in preparation for your friend’s visit. He also guiltily made a reservation at your favorite restaurant, hoping to apologise over dinner.

So when he answered the phone, he expected your voice:

“Hi. Can I speak to Mr Hargreeves?”

It wasn’t your voice. It was a stranger.

“There are a few of us,” he replied, “you’re gonna have to be more specific there.”

“Mr Five Hargreeves?”

“Speaking.”

“Right. Hello. Uh- I’m a paramedic. I found this number in a patient’s phone’s I.C.E.”

He could barely register the rest of her explanation. As soon as he heard those four words: ‘hit by a bus’, his entire body went cold. His stalled brain could only repeat it again and again as horror encroached slowly into every fiber of his body.

Hit by a bus. A bus?...Hit by a bus?

He was only brought back to a sense of the here and now by the repeated summons of the voice on the other end of the line.

“Sir?....Sir?”

“Hit by a bus?” he asked, weakly, trying to keep a firm handle on his swimming head.

“Sir, I think you should sit down.”

He took the advice and collapsed into the straight-backed chair beside the phone, eyes fixed straight ahead of himself.

“I’m sitting down. I sat down.”

“Good. Now listen to me: you should try to get here as soon as possible. Give me your address and I’ll call you a cab, okay?”

“I don’t need a-”

“Sir,” the voice said, sternly, “give me your address. You don’t sound like you’re in a fit state to drive.”

Drive? He could as easily drive as he could fly right now. His legs trembled beneath him, his brain sending confusing, bewildered signals. He never folded in stressful situations, yet here he was shaking like a leaf.

“Sir?”

“My brothers,” he blurted, “I’ll get a ride from one of them.”

The paramedic was satisfied with this and gave him the hospital name again very slowly and deliberately. After accepting her good wishes and slamming the phone back in its cradle, he willed his body back into action, stumbling down the stairs and screaming for anyone who might be around.

Lila answered his call, and one look at his shocked, white face told her that this was serious.

As soon as he could have expected, he was entering your hospital room. Lila offered to accompany him, but he dismissed her with muted thanks. This was something he had to face alone.

Your face: bruised purple and cuts newly stitched. Your left leg: in a cast that went all the way up. But the doctors weren’t worried about the broken bones, they were worried by the head injury.

Comatose.

You were comatose because of him.

Standing there in the doorway, he was hit by his own bus. His guts constricted, breath catching in his chest.

“Don’t come crying to this dickhead next time you need a sugar daddy.”

As his own words echoed back to him, he squeezed his eyes closed, shutting out the sight and trying to gather himself. But it was too late. He whooped in a breath and felt the hot sting of suppressed tears behind his eyes.

All he could do was wait, they told him. The brain had a remarkable capacity to repair itself, they said. You might wake up and be just fine...but you also might not wake up at all.

He swiped at his face with his forearm.

Seconds were useless now: you needed seconds as soon as you stepped out into the road. If only he’d followed and apologized like he should have done immediately, he would have been there. He might have stopped it happening before it did, or he could have wound back time and undone it.

But now, hours since you were hit? His puny time-travel powers couldn’t help, not without decades of planning and tinkering and paradox-proofing. Perhaps more years than he had left to live.

If only he hadn’t been such a cunt in the first place. None of it would have happened.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, from behind his own forearm held across his face, “Fuck. I’m so sorry.”

He sat at your bedside, teeth gritted against the tears he wouldn’t give himself the luxury of crying. He held your hand tight, as if torrential water might sweep you away were it not for him anchoring you.

He held your hand as if his grip might tether you to life.

And his mind preyed upon itself.

Yet again, his own selfishness had hurt someone he loved. And this time it was the person he loved more than anything. First, he abandoned his siblings for the sake of his own ego and now he’d probably killed you because he was a cruel, spiteful asshole.

“Don’t come crying to this dickhead next time you need a sugar daddy.”

He sat in silence for the rest of the daylight hours, listening to your heart monitor. Every new beep was a relief, the spaces between were looming and fear-filled. The silence held the possibility that the next beep might never come.

When darkness fell and the hospital’s bustle fell to a low ebb, he leaned forward and laid his head beside yours on the pillow.

“Please don’t die.”

And hearing himself say it was all it took for the dam to break. He couldn’t keep the tears in anymore. He cried like he hadn’t cried since those first years in the apocalypse, when he’d still been young enough to sob ‘I wanna go home!’ and ‘I want my mom!’ into the unhearing wasteland.

“Please.” he said, burying his red, tear-streaked face in your hair, “Please don’t leave me. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it. I promise I didn’t.”

He tore in two or three gasping breaths.

“Please, angel. Don’t leave me. I can’t- I can’t-”

But he was crying too hard to speak. He raised his fist to his mouth and bit down on it to contain the wails clawing their way up his throat and threatening to burst bounds.

Cutting white teeth marks into his knuckles, he cried it out until he could control himself; until his voice could stay steady.

“You gotta wake up,” he whispered, “I can’t do this on my own anymore. I need you, okay? I’ll be better. I’ll be whatever you need me to be. Just don’t leave me.”

Another shaky breath.

“-you’re the fucking love of my life. I love you so much and without you I can’t even- I can’t.”

He screwed up his eyes again, trying to keep himself from re-dissolving.

“I can’t imagine getting up without you any more. I can’t imagine going to sleep without you. There wouldn’t be any point, y’know? I may as well just…”

He never finished the sentence. He felt like muscles and tendons in his chest were being pulled apart by strong hands.

Day time. He hadn’t slept, hadn’t washed, hadn’t eaten. He spent most of his time in the chair beside the bed, holding your hand in his, but he occasionally perched beside you on the bed, stroking your hair and talking almost nonstop.

“You’re gonna have to wake up soon, darling.” he said, “They say they’ll have to give you a feeding tube if you’re asleep for much longer. You won’t like that. So how about this: you always hate it when I don’t eat. You loom over me while I’m working and make me eat. So- how do you like this: I’m not gonna eat until you do.”

He made a satisfied noise as if you’d responded.

“Exactly- you don’t want that, do you. So you gotta wake up- it's the only way you can make sure I eat. I've got you there, haven't I?”

He looked down at his own hand over yours.

“And, to sweeten the deal, if you wake up before they have to put the feeding tube in, you get breakfast in bed every day for two months after we get home. And I’ll massage your feet on demand. Shit, I’ll let the world end rather than miss a single minute with you. I’m going to be better. I’ll do better with the booze. I swear, I’m going to be the perfect man. You deserve that. You deserve better. Please. Just wake up.”

What started off as light humor had devolved again into the desperate bargaining of the night.

He looked down at his shoes and felt exhaustion wash over him. He rubbed at his eyes with the palm of one hand and wished he had the faith requisite to pray.

A groan.

His head snapped back up so abruptly that it twinged his neck. His eyes scanned your face for any sign of life and found none. Just as he thought he’d imagined the sound, your hand twitched in his.

“Oh my God,” he whispered.

Eyebrows knitted, he sprang to his feet and called your name urgently, leaning towards you and resisting the urge to take you by the shoulders and shake you.

“Come on,” he urged, “say something. Open your eyes. Please, just let me know you’re in there.”

Slowly, and seemingly with as much effort as if your eyelids were weighted with iron, your eyes drifted open. They were vague and bloodshot, but they held his gaze.

“That’s it!” he said.

Tears, of joy this time, fell thick and fast again.

“Oh, thank fuck. I can’t believe it. Oh, fuck.”

Your mouth opened and a rusty voice spoke.

“Hello.”

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He bent towards you and held you to him as tightly as he could in your delicate state. His heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. Relief and euphoria rushed through his every atom. He kissed your forehead, each cheek and peppered several more across your nose and chin. He was too uncontrolled, too carried away by his own gladness to have finesse. Each kiss made a gentle smack against your skin.

“Who are you?” came your voice.

And it was like the sun going in. He straightened up, cautiously.

“It’s Five, angel,” he said, gently, “You remember me, right?”

“I’ve never seen you before in my life.”

His breath caught in his throat.

You had a brain injury. For some reason he hadn’t prepared himself for the fact that some things might be permanently broken.

But then your face broke into a hazy smile, and a halting creak issued from your chest. If he wasn’t mistaken, that sounded like-

“Ah wait, you’re that dickhead sugar daddy I know, aren’t you?”

You were laughing. You were fucking with him.

Another wave of relief coursed through him. He bent again and kissed you with a pumping heart and tightening lungs. His lips parted yours, desperate, tender and giddy.

“I love you,” he said, between kisses,”I love you, I love you. I c-can’t believe you’re okay!”

And again he was sobbing. He laid his forehead on yours and cried unashamedly into your face. One of your hands drifted slowly upwards and came to rest heavily on his shoulder. He cried that way for a few minutes while you looked up at him dreamily.

Eventually, when his crying began to lessen, you began to giggle slightly madly. He withdrew, looking down at you in a moment of confusion.

And then it hit him: the dosage of medication.

You laughed harder, your hand coming to thump him on the shoulder as something hilarious occurred to you.

“Guess what. Guess what, Five: now I’m gonna have…even more…medical…debt!”

You dissolved into a peal of helpless laughter, which he couldn’t help but join in with despite all his tears.

“Don’t think about that now. Dickhead sugar daddy’s got your back.”

He continued more seriously when his laughter subsided.

“I fucked up bad. I’m so sorry. I was sorry less than ten minutes after you left. I didn’t mean it.”

With the attitude of one who’s won a bet, you pointed at him weakly,

“Now you have to make me breakfast in bed every day for two months.”

“I will,” he grinned, “if you say you forgive me?”

You smiled but didn’t answer, letting out another little burble of laughter.

He decided that now might be a bad time to talk about what happened in too much detail. There would be time for heart-to-hearts when you weren’t dosed up on enough pain meds to knock out a bull elephant.

Instead, he kicked off his shoes and brought his legs up so that he lay on the very edge of the bed while taking up as little space as possible. He laid his head gently on your shoulder and heard you sigh with contentment.

Here it was: his longed-for second chance.

He felt his eyelids growing heavy. All was right with the world now.

“I don’t want the perfect man,” you mumbled.

“Huh?” he said, rousing himself.

“I don’t want the perfect man,” you repeated, “I want you.”

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