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Watch It | Lee Sangyeon

SUMMARY: you were summoned to stop the crime spree of the renowned group The Boyz by hacking into one of the systems to retrieve information about a specified location before it's too late. what you did not expect was that their leader has been spying on every move you make from the shadows and eventually confronting you about it, which then turns into your biggest nightmare.

PAIRING: criminal Sangyeon x hacker f!reader

GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)

WARNINGS: kissing, petnames (sweetheart, baby, princess), mentions about violence/illegal business (stealing), size kink, voyeurism, dirty talk, public sex, rough sex, fingering, handjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex, they went for rounds, mean dom! Sangyeon

WORD COUNT: 3,235

A/N: let me explain. it was the ✨stare✨ from the concept pic itself that gave me ideas for this fic 😭 huge thanks to my bubba @juyeonszn for beta reading this & convincing me to change my theme ily forever 🥺💜 also shoutout to @daisyvisions @snowflakewhispers for fueling me with ideas / validating my horniness oops— (but ily both so much 😘)

“Agent Y/N, are you in position?”

“Yes, sir. I am waiting for the right moment to jump into the enemy’s territory.”

With one click on the earpiece, you immediately turned off the buzzing sound from the headquarters as you needed to focus and ensure that you were all alone and secure as you entered the place of interest.

As you flung your backpack onto your back, you quietly peeked through the few trucks parked in the parking lot right outside the abandoned building. Given that your job was to hack into the system and you needed good internet service, conducting it outdoors would be much more ideal than inside the building itself.

You and your team received a transmission hours ago about how this group of individuals has been conducting illegal business, such as stealing information from multiple laboratories—specifically ones located on the outskirts of Seoul to avoid detection and arrest. According to your team’s analysts, they have also discovered how they had been stealing chemical solutions that were pretty much hazardous to the public, and god knows whatever they will be using them for.

In other words, they are a pretty suspicious gang, and someone has to look into their spree of crimes before things get out of control. Being one of the best hackers on the team, you were sent to the actual location to hack into their system as best as you could.

So here you were, in the depths of the night, staking out the parking lot alone, hoping that all goes well and that you can quickly do the job and get out of there as soon as possible. Frankly, it all felt super eerie, especially when it was this late at night, and there weren’t many street lamps to provide enough light to make you feel safe by yourself.

After looking thoroughly and confirming with your eyes that you were alone, you slowly moved towards the multiple trucks parked in the middle of the parking lot. You managed to squeeze yourself through them and get to a well-lit area; that was when you finally took your laptop out of your backpack and started hacking away.

To the best of your abilities, you were able to sneak into the laboratory’s system fairly quickly, and you ran over their live security camera footage to check if the criminals were within the building. Immediately, the security camera footage popped up on the screen, and you could quickly identify several men scattered throughout the different labs within the facility.

“They were probably looking for the right chemical, " you thought, as they were all split up and divided into three groups in each laboratory. While they were trying to find the liquid, you had to quickly hack into the database to retrieve all of the information regarding the facility and the chemicals produced over the years and quickly send them back to your headquarters for analysis.

After about 10 minutes of transferring all of the files, it was time for you to get out of there and return to let the other agents that were on their way to take over and confront the criminals themselves. You weren’t a field agent, so you couldn’t do much physical combat against the criminals themselves. As much as you wanted to, you weren’t ready for your title as an agent to be stripped off you anytime soon; hence respecting the laws and just doing as you were told would be the wisest decision for now.

You quickly phoned the headquarters, letting them know you had retrieved all the necessary documents and would finally return to report. As you were permitted to do so, you got up and were going to keep all of your belongings back in your backpack until one of the security cameras began flashing.

You quickly got back down again, trying to see what was happening. That was when you remembered a crucial detail.

According to the information you guys have had so far, you knew that the group of criminals consisted of 11 members, so you decided to do a headcount one by one on the screen, starting from 1 to 11.

“8…9…and 10.”

10?

Someone was missing, but who?

Just then, a deep husky voice broke you off from your attention on the screen, and you looked around to see where it was coming from. Finally, you landed your eyes towards one of the vehicles right across you, and there he was—one of the criminals sitting right on top of the truck with both his legs spread wide apart, looking down towards you.

“Aren’t you pretty good at your job, sweetheart?”

Oh no. You were busted.

“U-umm…sorry…it’s just that…I was supposed to write a report regarding this facility, so I am here to look around.”

“At this hour? Close to midnight? I highly doubt that, princess.”

Immediately, he hopped down from the vehicle in one swift movement and began approaching you slowly. You instinctively shut your laptop, hugged it close to your chest, and backed away.

“I-I’m sorry! It seems I came at the wrong time! I will take my leave now, then. I’m sorry to have disrupted you!” You bowed down profusely before turning your heel and tried to run as quickly as you could until he grabbed your wrist and pulled it upwards, turning back in his direction.

There was this smug yet dangerous look on his face, contradicting the pure and innocent look he had on before. That sent a chill up your spine, and you quickly gulped before he slowly pushed you till your back finally hit against one of the trucks. You closed your eyes upon the impact and elicited a quiet yelp with his movement.

Suddenly, you felt his fingers lift your chin, and he commanded you to open your eyes to look straight at him.

“Now sweetheart, we weren’t done having our little fun conversation yet, were we? It breaks my heart that you decided to take off running before we even started.”

You were panicking as his grip slightly tightened around your wrist, pushing it back against the truck, signalling that you would be dead meat if you tried something funny again next time. You were stuck, and there was no way you could ring the headquarters as that would blow up your cover and the location of the base of operations.

The only thing you could do was to pray that the field agents would make their way over to you soon until you heard a mild static and a voice calling through the earpiece.

“T-there isn’t much ser-service here, b-but we will be sli-slightly late d-due to the he-heavy traffic. H-hang in t-there, a-agent Y/N! W-we’ll surely be c-coming—”

And then it all went silent.

Your only hope was lost, as the enemy threatened and pinned you with little to no help coming your way anytime soon. You could use your physical combat skills to fight against the man before you, but something in your gut told you that it would be a horrible idea to try anything funny with him right now.

With that, you could only take a deep breath and try to talk things out with him for a bit, stalling some time before help eventually arrived.

“W-what…what do you want from me?” You questioned, or more like stammered. It was clear that you were trembling in your voice.

The man chuckles slightly as he smiles back at you. “See, sweetheart. I’m afraid I can’t let you off that easily, knowing that you were spying on us and retrieving crucial evidence and information that would hinder our mission.”

This time, his fingers on your chin slowly travelled down to your neck and chest. It was the way he took his time gently sliding his finger down and touching your bare skin that made you let out a gasp.

“I’d like to play a little game with you, princess.”

“W-what do you…” You were beginning to lose your mind as he brushed his fingers across your lips, smudging the lipstick that you’d put on prior.

“I’d like to see how much you can handle, and trust me, we will have so much fun. I’ll make sure that you won’t be heading back to your headquarters anytime soon.”

Within seconds after that last sentence, he crashed his lips with yours and began savouring them as a tingling sensation ran through your body. He quickly deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with urgency.

It was wrong. This was all so wrong.

You knew how bad this situation was because he was your enemy. But then, something about his lips made you crave more. His kisses tasted like honey, and the way he moved his lips against yours drove you insane.

Without you knowing, your grip against the laptop slowly loosened, and eventually, he took it away from you and gently placed it on the ground, his hands quickly moving back up to your cargo pants, rubbing the spot in between your thighs, earning a gasp from you.

He smiled as you gave him the reaction that he wanted, and he began to untie your pants before pulling them down, his fingers now brushing over your sensitive spot through the lace underwear that you were wearing. Slowly, he began to feel that you were starting to get wet, and that was his cue to hook his finger under the seam of your underwear before pulling them down, revealing your now wet clit all exposed.

You hissed as the cold air from the atmosphere came in contact with your clit, and it took the enemy a moment to reconnect his fingers to your wet sensitive spot, rubbing it again before slowly inserting two fingers into you.

“Aah…aaah…”

“I’ll be a dear and tell you my name, princess. Call me Sangyeon, moan for me,” he leaned towards you and whispered.

“S-sangyeon….”

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good for me. I shall grant you your next reward now, hmm?”

As he removed his fingers from your clit, he quickly moved them to his pants, unzipped and shoved them down rather hastily. It was the way you immediately noticed the erection through his boxers, and your eyes widened from just that alone. Sangyeon smirked at your reaction and reconnected his lips to yours to give you a few pecks.

“Look at you already can’t stop staring at my big cock. Oh, baby. I’ll make sure that you won’t regret playing with it.”

Immediately, he grabbed your free hand and guided you to touch his erection. You gasped from that alone while Sangyeon let out a soft groan. You couldn’t help but naturally start rubbing his tip, which made Sangyeon moan for you.

“Touch me, baby.” He commanded.

Guiding your hands again, he allowed you to pull his boxers down, and your mouth watered at the sight of his massive bulge. You wrapped your hands around his cock before you began gliding your hands up and down his member. In return, he inserted his fingers back into your clit once again, and the both of you were now a moaning mess.

“S-sangyeon…kiss me…please…” you whined, wanting to taste his sweet honey-like lips once again.

“Oh, honey. You love the way my tongue twirls around yours?”

“Y-yes…very much…aaahh—”

Just like that, he was now back to kissing you breathless. As his tongue slid into your mouth, he began sucking your tongue, and you shut your eyes tightly from the sensation. It made you forget entirely about how you were supposed to escape this guy as soon as possible, trying to find a potential hideout place to wait for your fellow agents.

It seemed as if Sangyeon had wrapped you around his fingertips, just as he had planned to, and he would make sure that you wouldn’t be leaving this place anytime soon. He would proceed to the next step of his plan anytime now.

He gently removed your hands away from his bulge as he took it himself to align the tip towards your entrance, and you knew that you were in big trouble. Now, you tried to move forward when his hand, still grabbing your wrist, tightened again and pushed it back towards the truck again.

“Oh no, princess. We’re just getting started. Stay here with me, and I’ll give you the best fucking sex you’ll ever have.”

As soon as those words slipped out of his mouth, he immediately slid himself into you, and you all but screamed, a teardrop falling from the corners of your eyes. Sangyeon didn’t even give you enough time to adjust to his huge size fully and eventually began slamming into you hard.

“Fuck—fuck.” It was all that you could’ve said because you had already lost your mind ever since he kissed you for the first time. Now that he was within you? Oh, you were far, long gone from reality.

Given the way he was fucking you so hard, even the truck that you were leaning against began rocking back and forth following your pace.

Your eyes watered as he hit every single spot within you, causing you to cry out loud. If you were to be honest, it actually did hurt, especially which such a large and hard dick like his. But the pleasure far exceeded the pain, and you cried out for more.

“Sangyeon…sangyeon…”

“Tell me what exactly you want, baby.”

“Keep it going…please…”

“Just like that? Are you sure that is enough?”

“I…want you to fuck me faster and harder—”

“Anything else?” He was now picking up the pace, and it was visible that his chest was rising up and down much quicker than before as he tried his best to catch his breath.

“I…want you to fuck me till my legs feel numb, give me more and more…aaah—”

“That is what exactly I like to hear, sweetheart.”

As he slammed into you hard, you felt a tight knot form around your stomach, signalling that you were about to reach your high and cum. Sangyeon noticed your demeanour as you buckled your hips and spread your legs wider for him to gain more access to you.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” You screamed.

“Do it, baby. Cum all over my cock, I want you to be dripping wet just for me.” He growled.

With a few more pushes, you eventually released and spilled all of your juices all around his cock, so much so that it was oozing out of you, and it all splattered on the ground.

You breathe in heavily before Sangyeon gives you a gentle kiss on the lips, reassuring you that you have done so well for him.

“That’s it, princess. What a good girl you’ve been. But unfortunately, there is more to come baby.”

He grabbed both of your shoulders before turning you around rather aggressively, so now you were facing the truck instead. If you were to be honest, that rough act of his turned you on more than it was painful. It was a few seconds before you felt his grip return to you on both sides of your hips, as you felt his cock rubbing up and down once again on your dripping wet clit.

Sangyeon leaned forward to whisper in your ear, sending you a chill down your spine. “Give me some more, baby. You know you can do it.”

As he pushed his cock back into you, an immense moan spilt out from your mouth as he began pounding into you again. You had already had sex and felt his member all around you just a minute prior, yet you were still struggling to adjust to his bulge.

“God, sweetheart. I’ve already fucked you hard, and yet you’re still so tight. I guess I wasn’t rough enough.”

As he pounds into you, your hands that were pressed against the truck begin pushing the vehicle once again. If only there were someone around, you swear to god that the car's movement would be more than enough to prove that something wasn’t right and that there were people everywhere in the empty parking lot.

But your comrades are still nowhere to be seen, and you were still bounded by the criminal himself, fucking you till you were sore to the point that you would not be able to walk on your own after this.

“S-sangyeon…I-I wanna cum again for you so badly…” You whimpered.

This time, he moved one of his hands up to grab a chunk of your hair and pulled it back; that firm sudden grip caused you to scream once again for him.

“Do it then. Cum with me this time.” He commanded, pulling your hair and pounding into you even harder.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck—Sangyeon!! I’m cumming!!”

With one final hard thrust, both of you released your liquids before slowing down the momentum and catching your breaths together. He removed his grip from your hair before he grabbed your chin and turned your head back for him to kiss you again. You snaked your hands up to his neck to return the favour.

Just then, you heard sirens coming from afar, and you heard static in your earpiece again.

“Agent Y/N, please respond! We’re finally here to infiltrate the facility; please head out, return to the back of our vehicle, and stay put!”

It was your cue to leave now, and there was no more extended point in you staying here.

You gulped before you pulled away from Sangyeon, mustering up the courage to reject him for good this time.

“S-sangyeon…I have to go…I can’t stay here any more.” You stammered, hoping that he would finally let you leave this time, especially since he had already gotten what he wanted.

But you should’ve known better because his familiar dark and dangerous look was plastered on his face again, and he pushed you back against the truck.

“You know, now that your comrades are here, I’m afraid there’s more reason for me not to let you leave now, hmm? I’ve been stalling time for my boys to get what they want in the facility before your agents arrive to ruin our plan. While they were doing that, I was out here guarding the area, making sure nobody was to sabotage our plan.”

So that was why he played this little dirty game with you.

“Knowing my boys, I’m pretty sure that they have gotten everything we need, and all they have to do is defeat your fellow agents, and then we will leave. And while they are doing that, you will keep me company until they’re done.” He threatened.

This time, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you towards the front of the car, directly where you could see clearly how your fellow agents were confronting the criminals. Within seconds, a fight has broken out between them across the facility, and you have no choice but to stay here helplessly and be unable to provide them with any aid.

Before you could say anything, Sangyeon yanked you down towards the hood of the car so that you were lying on top of it, and he prepared to go for a third round with you.

“I want you to watch closely with how you and your fellow agents are going to fail this mission terribly while I fuck you real good till you’re begging for more.”

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honeytama · 5 months ago

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Make Your Move - Chapter 3

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Matt Dierkes

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A/N: It's back and drama ensues! Ch. 4 to come soon!

Fic Summary: Having known Matt for a year already, he knows your talents and hires you as his assistant for Bad Omens' upcoming tour. You’ve had a crush on Matt, your friend, and now boss. However, his good friend and your celebrity crush, Noah, takes a liking to you the second you step through the door. What happens when your feelings develop? What happens when they find out? You only hope your heart doesn’t break trying to care for two others.

Content and Warnings for Ch. 3: Fluff, slight angst, some suggestive content, and Noah's POV included

Word Count: 2.3k

Tag List: Ppl will be tagged properly next chapter!

Last night left you unsatiated, and it didn’t help that the five men you lived amongst decide to walk around with their shirts off every morning.

You thought it best to stare at your microwave breakfast sandwich as you ate it, rather than have to explain why you’re making eye contact with their chest tattoos.

The bus traveled overnight to your next show location, but you had a couple of hours to spend on the bus until you would reach the venue. So, you decided that after breakfast you would go spend time by yourself in the back of the bus practicing your hobbies.

Before you can step out towards your bunk to grab your book and laptop, Noah’s voice calls out to you, pausing the chattering of the other guys near him.

“Y/N, wait before you go, did you need something from me last night?”

“Hm?” You turn to face him.

“I thought I heard you say my name, like, once we went to bed,” he runs his hand through his hair, thinking.

Last night. You had thought you had said his name in your head, but his name on your lips is brought to memory. Fuck. “I must have wanted to ask you a question, or something,” you stutter. “I forgot.”

“Let me know if you remember,” he smiles.

You nod and turn on your heels to escape their stares. Luckily, they all return to their conversation as soon as you get to your bunk as if nothing had happened.

You mentally curse yourself for breaking the one rule Matt had in place for everyone on the bus.

Digging through your backpack, you pull out the book you started the other day. You packed a couple of fiction novels, but this one contained some spicy content. It would have to be enough to hold you over until you were back at home in your own bed.

You dragged your entertainment for the next couple of hours to the back of the bus and took a seat. Lost in the pages, you distracted yourself with a different dramatic love story than the one you were experiencing in real life.

—

Once at the venue, everything was set up quickly and smoothly, and the performing groups each had their sound checks by the afternoon.

Tonight’s venue was extraordinarily different from the last one you experienced. Instead of the dimly lit alleyway the bus was parked in the past two days, you were met with a more homely atmosphere. There was a patio with an awning, some fake grass, and lawn chairs. The venue even included a grill; it reminded you of the nights Matt would cook for you in his backyard.

It must have reminded Matt too, because now he has the venturesome idea to have a barbecue for dinner before everyone had to get back to work for tonight’s show.

“Matt, we don’t have any groceries for a barbeque,” you laughed.

“Take Noah to the store and pick everything up for me. I’ll send you a list,” Matt says.

You look across the patio to Noah who’s in his sunglasses with his arms crossed against his chest, chatting with Folio. You let out a deep sigh and roll your eyes at Matt.

“Let me have this,” he pleads. “Also, I know you miss my cooking,” he smirks.

“Okay, okay. I’ll ask Noah to go with me,” you relent.

You straighten your back and walk over to Noah and Folio. Folio notices you first and taps Noah’s shoulder, the two of them turn to face you at the same time.

“Heyy, Y/N, what’s up?” Folio says first.

“Hey,” Noah pushes his sunglasses up off his eyes. They push back his hair from his face like a headband.

“Matt has got it in his head that we should do a barbecue in these last few hours we have until all-hands,” you explain. “So, Noah,” you start, “would you like to go with me to the store to get everything for him to make dinner?”

His eyebrows raise and he shoots a look at Folio. “Uh, yeah! Let’s go, I’ll call a Lyft,” he pulls his phone from his back pocket.

“Y’all have fun,” Folio says, walking away with a wave goodbye.

—

Your phone buzzes with a text from Matt with his grocery shopping list as you walk beside Noah, who’s pushing the cart through the aisles. Already hungry, you two made your way to the potato chip aisle.

“Let me see?” Noah holds his hand open for you to give him your phone. Your throat catches when your fingers brush against each other’s when you hand your phone over for him to see Matt’s grocery list. “Chips, corn on the cob, beef and turkey patties, hot dogs, and buns,” he reads, “We should have drinks and the rest on the bus. Go ahead and pick out some chips for us.”

Looking through the aisle, you spot your two favorites on the top rack. You get on your tip toes to reach for them and your fingers can almost grab the corner of each bag. That familiar feeling creeps up your spine like someone’s watching you again. You realize your skirt is lifting slowly up your thigh as you reach upward.

“Here,” Noah laughs. He stretches his arm a bit which lifts his white tee to reveal a sliver of his stomach tattoo, and retrieves your bags of chips before putting them in the cart. “I’m glad I came to help,” he laughs.

“If I was alone, then I would just ask a random hot guy to help me,” you huff, fixing your skirt.

You watch as he subtly looks you up and down, from your shoes to your eyes. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” you go to his side again and you two continue down the aisle.

“If I were a stranger, would you ask me to help you get your favorite chips down from the top shelf?”

“Are you asking me if you're hot?”

“No,” he blushes, “If I’m approachable? I guess, I don't know.” he stumbles on his words. “Sometimes I wonder if we would still be fri—,” he pauses and corrects himself, “If we would have met if it weren't for Matt.”

“Oh,” you pause and face forward. “I think I would, but I would be nervous,” you admit.

“Why?”

“Noah,” you give him an unserious glare and start counting on your fingers the same way he likes to, “You’re six foot three, you're covered in tattoos, you dress nice, you're attractive—,”

“Oh, so you do think I’m hot?” He laughs, patting your hand that’s holding onto the side of the cart.

You pull away teasingly, “I said attractive.”

“Mhm,” he smirks.

You two walk with each other throughout the store to gather the remainder of the items on the list. Noah pays for the groceries and Lyft for you and you take the car back to the venue.

Noah helps you out of the car and helps carry the majority of the groceries. He walks a bit slower as you reach the back of the venue and you slow to meet his space, “Y/N, can I talk to you about something?”

Matt already has the grill fired up and condiments and spices set out to prep the meat to go onto the flames. Matt has cooked for you numerous times, at his place and yours, you always liked the apron he chose to wear; he looked sexy and domestic. Of course, he had it with him on tour.

“Y/N, come help me out,” Matt calls out to you with a wave towards him.

You and Noah look into each other's eyes. “Of course, is after dinner, ok?” You ask apologetically.

“Yeah, sure,” he nods and motions you to go meet Matt.

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NOAH’S POV

I stand off to the side of the back of the venue with Folio as Y/N and Matt chat on the patio.

“Just, please, don’t tell anyone, especially Matt,” I stress to Folio.

“So,” Folio sighs, “you want me, a good friend to both of you, to hide that you have a crush on Matt’s lady friend?”

“Folio, please,” I quickly glance over to Y/N to make sure she's not listening. “I just need your advice if I should go for her or not.”

“You know she likes Matt, right?” Folio warns.

“They’re just friends,” I retort. “Please tell me if it’s a bad idea to tell her how I feel tonight. I know that if I don't speak to her, I’ll be thinking of her throughout our set.”

“Fuck, you have to decide that on your own. I’m not getting between you and her; she’s been a good friend to me,” Folio says before tapping my shoulder. “She’s coming over.”

I unfold my shoulders and push my sunglasses off of my eyes to see her in full color.

As she walks towards me, her grace and beauty hold me captive; her aura is impossible to ignore. I love the way she’ll look away when our eyes meet, but I also want to gaze into her eyes for the rest of my life. When she gets to me, she asks me to go to the grocery store alone with her and I couldn’t be more eager.

But also, fuck, what am I getting myself into? I think.

—

Everyone around me is having fun, while I’m counting down the minutes that I can talk to Y/N again.

I have to watch her being close enough to touch arms with Matt as they work together on the grill. I understand I shouldn’t be jealous, he knew her before I did, but I know she deserves more, and I can give her that.

Noah, shut up. He’s your friend, I think. But, it wasn't his name that was on her lips in her bunk last night. God.

I just want to be the only one who can make her laugh the way he does. I want her to wear my clothes. I want to cook for her and eat breakfast with her every morning on the bus. I want to go on walks with her like he does.

Matt just takes up all of her attention, and as his friend I understand. He’s a catch and I know he would treat her so well.

I watch them for the rest of dinner while grumpily eating my cheeseburger. She continues to eat and laugh with him until we have to clean up to get ready to start the show. There was an insecurity inside of me that believed she had forgotten about our talk.

Needless to say, I didn't get to tell her how I felt tonight.

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READER’S POV

Later that night, after preparing and organizing the show and watching the guys perform, you sat alone with Folio on the bus. After Matt, Folio was always the next one to shower and he always got back to you on the bus quickly to chat before you both went to bed. You were beginning to realize there were feelings that you couldn't contain. Tonight, you decide to share them with your closest friend on tour.

You sit at the same dining table every night to wait for him, but tonight you closed the sliding door that separated the front of the bus from the bunks in hopes that Matt wouldn't hear your confession. The door to the bus clicks open, and Folio steps inside with damp hair. “Hey, Y/N, what’d you think of the set?”

“You guys did great,” you praise, “as always.” You clear your throat, “Folio, can I share something with you?”

“Yeah,” he says with furrowed brows, concerned. Folio takes his usual spot across from you at the table. “Go.”

“I have something to admit,” you start.

“So, you did… ya’know?” He makes a circling motion with his fingers like he's rubbing something.

Your eyes widen at his vulgar motions. “Folio!”

“What? Matt told us you might try it!” He defends himself.

Matt. I knew it! You fume.

“Whatever! Just stop and forget about that,” you laugh sheepishly and cover your face with your hands. “What I wanted to tell you is that I have a crush.”

“A crush?”

“Two,” you correct yourself.

“Two?” He repeats. “Ok,” he adjusts himself in his seat, “tell me.”

You lower your voice and take a glance at the door to make sure it’s still closed, “It’s Matt.”

“Ok, I think we all kind of knew that,” he sighs.

“No, you didn't,” you gasp, “I've hidden it so well.” A lie.

“Y/N, you haven't. Who's the second?” He pushes.

You roll your eyes, and pause before saying the next name, “And Noah.”

The smile that Folio held on his face as you bantered fell as soon as he heard Noah’s name.

“Noah,” he repeats.

“Yes, and before you say anything. I know it’s a bad idea. They’re best friends and we all work together. I just can't get either of them out of my head and it’s getting harder. I just need your advice on how I should go about it,” you explain.

“I think–,” Folio shakes his head, “I think that you need to decide on one. I can't tell you who. You have to choose.”

With that, the door is pulled open, and Noah boards the bus.

Please, don't say anything, you mouth to Folio only.

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mayajadewrites · 11 months ago

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Never Say Never - Suguru Geto x Reader

Chapter Three: Study

Chapter Summary: Suguru and reader go to the café to study for finals, and we get a bit of Geto's POV in this chapter! Smut coming soon hehe

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"Sugu, you want to study with me tonight? Our favorite café?" I looked at Suguru across the hallway. Finals are coming up and you're nowhere near ready.

"You don't have a date tonight?" His eyes never left his phone screen.

"A date with my textbooks." I roll my eyes. "It's a yes or no question."

"I have nothing better to do." Suguru slid his phone in his pocket, turning his back to me.

Since Gojo's birthday, Suguru has been quieter than usual. He's retreated to his room, which is arguably his safe haven, and is doing God knows what.

Debatably, I miss my best friend. I've been spending some of my time with Toji, getting to know him and avoiding the two of us in bed together. I'm not the type to sleep with just anyone, I need mental, emotional, and physical connection.

I slip on my favorite oversized sweater with jeans and combat boots. I find my tote bag and put it over my shoulder, waiting for Suguru at his door.

He opened his bedroom door and look startled when I was waiting for him.

"Sugu, stop being weird." I cross my arms over my chest. "I've barely seen you. We've barely seen you."

"I'm fine." His backpack hit his back before he brushed past me. I felt his arm touch my skin, leaving goosebumps.

The café is pretty quiet, just the way Suguru and I like it. He orders my coffee for me and brings it to our table. I pull out my laptop and open up my assignments, sighing at the screen.

Suguru sat in front of me, bringing his laptop out of his backpack. I glanced at him before he could notice, observing his chocolate eyes.

Why am I staring at Suguru?

His face looks like he was crafted by Greek Gods, so much work must've went into creating him.

I've always found Suguru handsome. I would never admit it out loud, but it's true. He's tall, has the most beautiful long black hair, and his face is one that I could stare at forever.

He could sense me staring at him and my heart almost stops.

"Do you like what you see?" Suguru smiles for the first time in forever. His long black hair cascades past his shoulders with a little bun holding some pieces. His front pieces frame his face, moving with his words.

I blush, going back to my typing. I've never seen Suguru like this. I've never looked at him in a way that made my core pulse with need.

When he looks down at his laptop screen, I look at Suguru again. He's wearing a black t-shirt that barely covers his biceps. My eyes follow the veins on his arms to his large hands, his fingers typing quickly.

I wish those fingers were in me.

Am I just horny because Toji and I haven't slept together yet?

A message pops up on my screen, interrupting my thoughts.

Sugu: Stop eye-fucking me before I take you in the bathroom right now.

I freeze, trying my best not to let Suguru know that he's not only right, but I wish I could jump his bones right this very second.

Me: Over my dead body.

Sugu: That can be arranged.

I can't help but feel some sort of attraction to Suguru at this moment. Maybe I've always felt this way and didn't do anything about it, but I'm not gonna be the one to admit my feelings first. They might be fleeting feelings anyways.

Geto

God, is she gorgeous.

I've had a crush on her since we were in high school, but being best friends kind of ruins any idea of a relationship. Losing her would be like losing half of me, which at the time I didn't think was a good gamble.

But when I saw her with Toji, a man who looks like he has a roster of women at his beck and call, those feelings resurfaced and I felt them in my mouth.

To be fair, I've brought plenty of women home. Mostly one night stands, and I know she heard me with them. I never thought about her feelings towards that because my romantic feelings were idle. I assumed she was fucking men outside of the house, so my worries subsided.

Now is different. Now, I want to kiss her every time I see her.

Now I want to feel myself inside of her.

Now I want to build something with her.

It might be too late, but oh well.

She took a sip of her coffee, leaving foam on her lips. "You have something right here," I took my finger and wiped it off her lips, then sucking on my own finger. "Cinnamon."

My dick was already hard thinking about what her pussy tastes like and eating her till she's screaming.

"Suguru." She sat up, fixing her hair. "What are you doing?"

"Helping my friend not look stupid." I smirked, going back to my typing.

She sighed, going back to her studying. Her tan skin glowed against the light in the café, and her hair framed her face beautifully as it made its way down past her chest. I watched her chest move up and down as she breathed, slowly and relaxed. I could watch her all day.

The bell to the café rang, signaling someone walking in.

Of fucking course.

You

"Hello gorgeous." Toji sliced your thoughts, pulling a chair up to your table. "I was on my way to my friends house when I thought I'd stop by for a coffee."

"Hi, Toji." I smiled as he kissed me on the cheek. Suguru's face was like stone. "This is Suguru Geto, my best friend and roommate."

"Nice to meet you. Toji Fushiguro." Toji reached his hand out, half smiling.

Suguru didn't say a word, but took his hand roughly, shaking it.

I watched the two as they interacted without saying anything verbal to each other.

An unspoken argument.

"Want me to stop by tonight?" Toji finally spoke, turning to me. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too. Not tonight, I'm not feeling my best." I waved my hand. "I'll text you." I reassured him with a smile.

"Okay, I gotta get going. Have a good day beautiful, and it was nice meeting you Suguru."

Suguru nodded, still not speaking.

Toji got his coffee and left after what seemed like ages.

I kicked Suguru's leg under the table, receiving a glare in return. "What the hell was that?"

"Did you want me to hug him?"

"No, I wanted you to at least be nice."

"Why?"

"I'm nice to all the women you bring home." I cross my arms over my chest. "I even pretend I can't hear you fucking their brains out."

"Touché." Suguru nods. He leans forward at the table, insinuating I should do the same. "That should be you." He whispers.

Chills are sent down my spine as he says that, my arousal dampening my panties.

This man is teasing me and having fun with it.

"I'd rather fuck a man with a dick bigger than 4 inches." I whisper.

"Oh baby, add about 5 inches to that." He winked, and I think my pussy heard that before me, because I was soaking.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

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A Weirdo at the Library (Brian Thomas and Reader)

Warnings: Reader is too curious for their own good, slight horror.

Anonymous Request: Could I have the Prompt "Why should I trust you?" For Hoodie from Marble Hornets?

There’s a strange man who frequents your library from the time it opens until it closes. He's dressed in a tan hooded sweatshirt, a black hat that looked better worn during the winter months, and a blank expression on his face that never quite seems to emote. Even though you usually arrive at work a few minutes before the start of your workday, the man is usually hunched over by the entrance, his stance clearly relaxed.

For as long as you've remembered, the man was always alone. Aside from the backpack that housed a laptop and a few other essentials you were not privy to, he had no other belongings. Briefly, whenever you decided to give him some thought, you wondered if he was homeless.

It would make sense.

The clothes usually stayed the same, the scent of mustiness that reminded you of campsites and forests filling your nostrils. However, other than his permanent outfit, you had the feeling that he wasn't an absolute slob. You had no right to judge, but you had the feeling that maybe he frequented public facilities like local gyms to accommodate his hygienic needs.

Maybe he did have a home and you were overthinking.

Whatever the case, it didn't matter.

You always unlocked the door for him if you were the first to clock in and it went unspoken amongst your colleagues that it was best not to disturb the man.

And so, it went like that for months, maybe even years. You weren't particularly too detail oriented about the specifics of how long you had known the man in the tan hoodie, but you did know that it was rare not to see him in the library.

Even though it was none of your business, you often wondered if he worked solely through remote means. Perhaps he didn't have wifi wherever he lived and was utilizing the library's resources. Sometimes, whenever you glanced up from your desk or reshelved books into their proper places, you would find him leaving his laptop behind on one of the tables he monopolized for himself to peruse the bookshelves. He never checked out a book to take home, but you did catch him bussing stacks of texts to his table. Minutes later, he would end up scribbling on scraps of paper he would tear from battered notebooks.

On the rare occasion that you were the sole person to reshelve the books he left behind, you realized that he was picking up books about codes, ciphers, and texts about computer programming and software.

In the beginning, you chalked it up to a hobby that he liked to pursue in the midst of his work.

That is, until you managed to get a good look at his laptop and the notes that he left on the table one afternoon.

At the very beginning, the man in the tan hoodie used to close his laptop shut and flip over his notepad or weigh it down with a series of reference texts. However, for some reason unknown to you, he must have felt relaxed enough to leave everything on his work station available for everyone to see. You spotted him retreating into the men's bathroom—not an unusual scene—but you happened to be only a few feet away from his table at that exact moment.

Your next few actions were unprecedented and unconscious.

As a librarian, you learned from the very beginning not to judge people for their tastes and preferences. So what if there was a middle aged woman reading erotica meant for women years younger than her? Or that was a young man reading a children's series about school mysteries? Or that there was a straightlaced businessman checking out a niche manga series from the nineties? Checking out books meant more engagement, which could potentially lead to more funding for your library. You only checked their library card and made sure that they returned their books on time.

But this was the man in the tan hooded sweatshirt.

He was a mystery who not only perplexed you, but also your coworkers.

What you were going to do next was neither illegal nor immoral… Perhaps a little questionable, but that meant nothing!

It wasn’t wrong to take a quick glance at someone’s work, just a passing glance nothing more. Everyone always caught a glimpse that wasn’t necessarily their business, so why was this any different? And if you were caught, you could say that you had dropped something near his work space… You were merely an unobtrusive, simple librarian. What was this man going to do to you for being curious?

Your interest had been piqued so long ago and you had been patient, you needed to know.

Before you could stop yourself, you swiftly walked over to the table and took a sneak peek at his laptop.

What you saw on the screen looked banal and not at all what you expected to see from the man in the tan hoodie. He used a browser unfamiliar to you, but anyone from a mile away could initially recognize the layout of YouTube. You focused on the video player upon the screen, squinting at the video’s title.

It appeared to be nondescript and unassuming; it was titled “entry” followed by what you assumed was its corresponding number.

The uploader of the video was also unknown, but their handle was far more whimsical than you had expected from the title alone. Marble Hornets, you read. What, were the hornets made out of marble? Or were they marbles with hornets in them?

Still, the name stuck with you despite it all.

You found your eyes drifting past the keyboard and onto the series of books and scraps of paper that littered the majority of his table. For some unfathomable reason, a number of those scraps of paper were littered with dozens of sketches of pine trees, strange circles that were crossed out, and vague, disturbing warnings about something watching in the woods. You dared not touch any of the scraps lest you leave incriminating evidence behind, but you did see that one of the reference texts was open to a page about encryption methods.

Glossing over the contents, you didn’t learn too much except that whoever the man was, he was smart.

Whatever the case, you didn’t want to any longer than you had to. It was one thing to sneak a glance at his belongings, quite another to be caught theorizing right in front of him. Quickly, you hurried off to another part of the library, something nondescript like the children’s section.

No sooner did you help a child pull the newest picture book off of a shelf did you spot the man striding from the bathroom and towards his spot. Averting your eyes, you gently reminded the child to not tear the pages and to ask for more help if they needed it. Excited and eager to please, the child thanked you heartily and skipped away to whom you thought was their guardian.

You happened to turn around at that exact moment—later on, you would contemplate why—only to find that the man in the tan hoodie was staring at you. Normally, whenever you found yourself locking eyes with the man—usually in passing—one or both of you would nod in acknowledgement before quickly turning away. That simply wasn’t the case now.

For five complete seconds, his eyes held you in place, the expression on his face strange and surreal to see on his normally impassive visage.

And then—

When you began entertaining the idea that maybe he knew or had seen you retreating, he turned away and began scribbling something in one of his papers.

You could only hope that he wasn’t furiously drawing more trees.

After that incident, you forgot about that strange man.

At the end of the day, you were still a librarian and that meant that you still had to cater to a variety of people's interests. There were a group of young ladies who wanted to know if the latest romance novel by a famous author had been shipped. An older gentleman with a hearing impairment asked if there were any books about developmental psychology. There were other questions and requests; all of them, you were sure to fulfill to the best of your ability.

Shortly after, the librarian closed and you watched as the stragglers gathered the last of their books, logged off their computers, or printed out the last of their research papers. Once that was done, you said goodbye to your fellow coworker, some of whom decided to stay a little later just to tidy up and gossip.

You laughed a little at that, but wished them the best for their evenings before you stepped out of the premises and into the chilly evening air. Having been working in this library for a while now, your guard wasn't up as you walked into the near empty parking lot, your car parked strategically near a lamplight so that it illuminated it perfectly. As you unlocked your vehicle, you began to feel a tickling sensation at the nape of your neck that trickled down your spine and raised the skin on your arms.

Someone was watching you, possibly from behind.

On guard, you immediately turned around, your keys wrapped in your fist as if you were brandishing a knife. Before you could initiate a stabbing or slashing motion should you find someone or something standing behind you, your hand was immediately intercepted by someone who was stronger than you. The shock of being caught without so much as a backup plan hindered you from recognizing the person holding you hostage until you noticed that the man was wearing a tan hoodie and that same expression on his face that you spotted him wearing him the last time you saw him, was aimed at you.

It was wariness and suspicion.

“What did you see?”

His voice was raspy and soft, as if it had been a long time since he had used it. However, you could not deny that even though there was a lack of volume, there was a notable threat—as if the tightening hold on your wrist wasn’t enough.

“W-what—”

“Don’t play stupid.” His grip flexed and you had no choice but to let go of the keys. As they cluttered onto the ground, he relaxed the hold he had on you, but the look in his eyes was still suspicious. But there was also an undercurrent of desperation. “What did you see?”

Maybe he had known all along that you had been watching him.

You were stupid to think that you could get away with this, but it was all for curiosity’s sake! There was no way he was getting riled up over something this stupid!

“F-fine!” You gritted your teeth and answered, “All I saw was a YouTube video and some of your creepy drawings. Happy?”

His eyes hardened. “You’re the one snooping through my belongings. Why should I trust you?”

You bit the inside of your mouth. “Okay, it was wrong of me to take a look—it was just a loo!—and I should have respected your space! I’m sorry! I didn’t see anything other than that! Honest!”

Finally, after you thought that he was sizing you up for a mugging, the man in the tan hoodie finally let go and practically shoved you into your driver’s seat. You tripped, but managed to right yourself so that you could cast one more fearful glance at your attacker.

“What the—”

“Go home, stay home. And don’t go snooping into places you aren’t supposed to.”

Had you the bravery, you would have retaliated, but you could barely stomach your shock when he grabbed your keys from the ground before throwing them into your lap.

By the time you slammed your door shut, locked and made sure all of your windows were secure, and started the ignition, the stranger was long gone.

That was the last time you ever saw him.

However, you couldn’t help but sense the feeling that something was following you. Always in the periphery of your vision, but never quite coming into focus. It was not the man in the tan hoodie, but it was something far more malevolent.

And it reminded you of the strange drawings that the man had scribbled.

What else had you seen?

Oh. You remembered now.

A tall, slender man hiding among the trees.

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