#so i gotta pull out the shoes i got while working at prev grocery

[pride-of-storm]

first day of work and :( my feet hurt :(

[misora-msby]

ー goddess of love [c53]

“look who’s here with a bunch of drugs!” koushi announced as you opened the door.

“you do not have drugs...” you said though you narrowed your eyes at the bags in his hands.

“you’re right. i brought chocolate and some strawberries from the grocery store near my school,” he grinned while kicking his shoes off and walking further into your house. "they're addictive enough though, don't you think?"

you couldn't help but smile a little at that.

"i guess so. but what's the rest of the stuff in the bags?" you asked, knowing that chocolate and strawberries weren't the only things in his duffel bag and plastic bag.

"instant spicy noodles... because i know you don't keep any at your apartment. and my own belongings because i'm staying the night." koushi replied, holding up his duffel bag. you blinked in surprise.

"wait a second, since when did i say you can stay the night?"

"technically, never!”

"then...?"

"i invited myself and i know you wouldn't disagree."

you crossed your arms, glaring at the man for a moment before sighing, "you're right. but once again, my house is a little messy. hope you don't mind."

koushi hummed in reply. he didn’t mind a little mess all that much. after all, he worked with children everyday. that was... until he saw the state of your kitchen - a half eaten pot of noodles sitting in the sink with some mugs, empty plastic containers which once contained food from the convenience store piled by the bin, two empty bottles of wine to accompany them, and an empty tissue box.

“i already said it’s messy,” you mumbled upon seeing his shocked look, worried that he might think less of you. how foolish it was to be reduced to this state after a mere rejection... your emotions were already in a mess so just wondering if the state of your apartment might bring your lifelong friend to start despising you too was bringing tears to your already puffy eyes.

but koushi was quick to smile at you. “come on, let’s clean this up together, yeah? do you still like that band from high school? i’ve got their songs downloaded!” he rolled up his sleeves and began playing the nostalgic songs from his phone before placing the device up on a shelf. “we can have a little karaoke session while cleaning up.”

you looked with surprise at the man. it wasn’t surprising he remembered you liked them - after all, you once dragged him to their concert. but you were more surprised at how quick he was able to smile and try to cheer you up. “i... i don’t know, it doesn’t seem fair to you, koushi.” you fiddled with the end of your shirt while watching him already take out a new garbage bag.

“please, i’m just helping you out! see it as... a payment for the free cookies throughout high school.” his grin seemed to light up your little kitchen. “and you can make me some chocolate strawberries for us to eat after dinner. you said you didn’t want to bake so i got something easy for us to make together. sounds good?”

“well...”

“come on, y/n, i know you wanna!”

“well ok then!” you smiled and shuffled forward to help begin washing the pot in the sink.

koushi felt his heart become warmer at the sight of your smile. perhaps it wasn’t a good idea for him to be so close to you, knowing your current state of emotions, and his feelings for the past year or so... but he wanted to see you happy. so even if his heart ached, that didn’t matter to him.

the night passed quickly with the two of you making a simple fried rice for dinner, followed by gorging yourselves on chocolate and strawberries. it was then followed by many rounds of mario kart and smash bros, and was finally finished off by you two taking turns to have a bath.

as koushi walked into your dimly-lit bedroom after his bath, he noticed you getting comfortable on the floor.

“you don’t intend to sleep there do you?” he raised an eyebrow.

“the blanket is thick enough. i forgot i lent kiyoko my futon for her bachelorette party...” you replied sheepishly.

“well there’s no way i’m letting you sleep on the floor.” the man crossed his arms. “i’ll take the floor.”

you crossed your arms in return at his reply. “and i’m not letting you take the floor. you’ve already been so nice to me.”

“and i’ll continue being nice, so get your butt off the floor. i’ll take it.”

“i don’t want to.”

koushi narrowed his eyes at you, then at your single-sized bed, then back at you.

“let’s just share your bed.” he said nonchalantly.

“w-what?!” you gasped, shaking your head, “no way! i’m not sharing a bed with you!”

the man couldn’t help but smile a little at how energetic you were. it was a sight he hasn’t seen for a while. even when you two were playing mario kart and you were losing, you only sighed and muttered to yourself. but now it looked like your mood was significantly improving. he liked to think it was thanks to him.

“i won’t kick or touch you. you know that, y/n.” koushi said and laid down on the side of the bed closest to the wall. “come on, it’ll be just like our sleepovers as kids!”

you looked up at him from your spot on the floor for a couple of seconds, unsure if it was alright. he was a man now after all, not just the cute boy next door who would steal your cookies or would pelt you with snowballs the moment the first snow fell.

“if at any point you want me to get out, i’ll gladly do it alright?” he reminded in a gentle voice.

after a few more seconds of consideration, you nodded and got up, moving your blanket to lay next to him.

the bed surprisingly had enough space, even if you were strangely aware of the heat emanating from his body or how once in a while your knee would brush against his.

“do you feel better after today?” koushi asked in a soft voice, raising his hand to gently push a strand of hair away from your face.

you nodded. “thank you, koushi. you’re really the greatest friend anyone could have. even if you made a little mess of the chocolate.” you giggled at the memory.

“h-hey! it was my first time making those!” he pouted in the dim orange light.

“i’m just teasing you!” you giggled as you closed your eyes. “but really, thank you.”

koushi hummed and pulled the blanket up. “did it feel just like our sleepovers when we were kids?” he asked as he shut his own eyes.

“mmhm... just like back then,” you mumbled as you drifted off.

though you couldn’t remember your heart beating this fast when you were a kid.

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[lunarliza]

Dirty Little Secret | Chapter 4: Ferry Tickets

fuckbuddy!JJ x kook!reader

series masterlist | prev. chapter | chapter one

You and JJ are fuck buddies- strictly physical. But what happens when you find yourself falling more and more for everyone’s favorite golden boy even though all he can see you as is a spoiled rich girl?

note: smut ... like right under here 

“Fuuuck me,” you whimpered, face pressed down to your floral pillowcase. 

“You like that don’t you?” JJ’s hand twisted your hair as the other smacked the side of your ass while he slid himself in and out of you from behind. 

Ted and your mom went into the city for a few days while Macy was off at her tennis lesson which left you with an big empty house for the morning. You had contemplated doing a sunrise yoga on the beach or riding your bike along the pier, but a surprise text from JJ had you cancelling all your self-care plans. 

Which is how you ended up in your current position- under him, back arched, and feeling his thick cock stretch you out. 

“Mm,” you whined, lifting your eyes to his hungry ones as you watched him take you. You felt the cold metal from his rings cling onto your sweaty skin when his hands moved to grip both sides of your hips. 

“Mm, play with me.” 

JJ’s hands snaked around to your wet clit where he gently rubbed you back and forth. It sent you over the edge as you moaned louder into the pillow you were clenching. 

He came into the condom and pulled out of you, collapsing onto your side in a fit of pants. His gold locks were disheveled on his face as his broad chest heaved up and down. You laid in your current position for a few moments, collecting yourself, before springing to the bathroom to get cleaned up. 

You expected him to be gone once you got out, but, much to your surprise, JJ was still submerged in your fluffy white comforter, underwear on, scrolling through his phone. Slightly taken aback, you flopped down next to him. 

You and JJ had this unspoken no cuddling or pillow talk rule, but you decided that, after three months of fooling around, you could at least engage in small talk. 

“Why’d you call me up so early?” you asked, hugging your knees. 

“I was at the store and saw your parents getting gas to leave town. Didn’t see you in the car so I thought you’d be home alone,” he smirked, still glued to his phone, “and I was right.”  

JJ paid a lot of attention to little things- more so than you thought. Here and there he’d bring up a small fact he remembered about you like how you’d braid your hair before swimming or how he saw you talking to someone he thought you didn’t like. It was odd, but you pushed it aside. 

Another thing that always fazed you about him was why he was so open to sleeping with you. You assumed it was him getting off on the satisfaction of fucking a Kook, but the hateful remarks he made the other day on the boat with Rafe confused you. 

“Since when did you start hanging out with Topper and Rafe?” he asked, tossing his phone to the side.

You didn’t expect that question from him. “I don’t. Jade just dragged me with her because she’s trying to get with Rafe.” 

JJ snorted. “Oh Jade... she has a nice rack. And she can do way better than him, he looks like a celery.” 

You giggled at his uncanny comparison. “Hey JJ.” 

He lifted his eyebrows, leaning over on his side. “It was you that day wasn’t it? The day you caught me smoking, you’re the one who fucked up Topper’s bike.” 

You had always wondered what on earth JJ was running from the day you two met. You almost forgot about it until Topper brought up his messed up bike on the boat. You remembered hearing him whine about it months ago during class, the Monday after, and mentally put the pieces together. 

“What’s it to ya?” JJ responded, growing peeved. 

You shrugged. “Just wondering. I just don’t get this war between you guys. It’s honestly ridiculous, like what good is throwing shit at each other or punching each other gonna do?” 

The light-haired boy groaned and sat up in annoyance. “Of course you wouldn’t get it. You’re a fucking Kook. You can do whatever the hell you want- buy whatever you want, hurt whoever you want- and get away with it. Nothing ever affects you because at the end of the day, you just come straight home to your gated neighborhood with not a spec on your back. You’ll never know what it’s like to not have everything you want!” 

You scoffed and crossed your arms, standing from the bed to get away from him. “Well guess what, prick? I actually do know what it’s like. I didn’t always have this stupid life!” 

You ran your hands through your hair and avoided his gaze. That was probably the first time you confessed that out loud to someone since you moved. You heard JJ shift a little on your bed as pure silence soon enveloped you both. 

Since he was already there, why not just let the entire cat out the bag?

“I use to live in a small town outside of Charlotte. My parents didn’t have a lot but they tried to give me and my sister everything they could. My dad would come home late sometimes- there were days when we wouldn’t even see him. My mom sold clothes, shoes, hats, anything she could make at home so we could eat.” You turned to face him. “And as much as it fucking sucked, I liked it better that way than now.” 

“So what happened?” JJ peered up at you with sheer orbs and, for a moment, you forgot about his tactless, cold-blooded self. 

You sighed and pursed your lips. “My parents divorced because my dad kept having to leave and I moved homes for a few years. Then my mom met Ted and I was, unwillingly, initiated to this Kook life.” 

JJ lifted his eyebrows in shock. “You know most people see that as a like a Cinderella story.” 

“Well I see it like hell.” 

He let out a soft chuckle. 

“I know I should be more grateful of everything, but it’s just hard. And weird.” You’re back sitting beside him on the bed at this point. “Like, I’m just not use to this. I’ve never had a phone with internet until now and my mom keeps wanting me to pretend I’m some preppy fairy. And the kids here all suck. They have no personality other than their clothes and cars, and they don’t like me cause I don’t give a shit about that stuff. I really do hate it here. And I miss my dad. I haven’t seen him in years.” 

You plopped your head on the pillow and stared at your ceiling. It was nice to get all that off your chest, especially to JJ who’s been shoving his preconceived notions down your throat. 

“Well I almost feel sorry for you,” JJ said jokingly as you playfully shoved him. 

“But I get it, kinda. I don’t know. My mom passed away, so it’s just me and my dad. He’s,” he paused for a moment, “he has his quirks, you can say. We don’t get along too well, and he’s too busy working to really give me any real attention. It sucks.” 

“I’m sorry,” you comforted as he maneuvered so he was laying down next to you. You both rested side by side, fixated on your plain white ceiling. It was nice to finally talk to JJ without making a snide comment every two seconds. 

“Do you think it’ll get any better?” you asked, out of the blue. 

“You wanna know the truth?” You turned to your side, tucking your arm under your head, ready for his spiel. 

“I think we’re where we are for a reason. Do I wanna get the fuck outta here sometimes? Yeah. But I just know I’m meant to have this life and there’s not much I can do to get out. Just gotta take it day by day.” 

“C’mon, you never dreamed of going anywhere else in the world? Traveling?” you raised, a bit more enthusiastic than you intended to let on. 

JJ exhaled. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

The two of you laid in a comfortable silence for a while longer. There was, finally, an air of understanding between you.

“Why don’t you come to our side then?” JJ asked after a few minutes. “If you hate it here in Kookville so much, why don’t you try the other end for a change?” 

“I don’t know. My stepdad thinks The Cut is literally a death wish. He wouldn’t even let my mom go grocery shopping near there. It’s honestly kinda weird to me why he hates it so much.” 

“And he never told you why?” 

You shook your head and JJ retreated in thought. “I think he’s hiding something. Probably has a mistress over there to be honest.” 

You laughed and hit his stomach. “No! Him and my mom are literally attached by the hip! I don’t know... One day Macy went over to see a friend she met and he just flipped. Went over, took her away and everything. Maybe he’s just classist. I mean, he’s old money so I wouldn’t be surprised. But if he is then he wouldn’t have married my mom.” 

“Maybe...” JJ muttered. “I still think he’s hiding something. Could be drugs. You know I see Kook guys come over for coke sometimes. Then, on their lunch breaks, their dads come for the same thing. Father and son bonding if you ask me.” 

“Well, whatever it is, we can add this case to our mystery book,” you laughed. A real, heartfelt laugh. 

You and JJ spent the remainder of the morning talking about your lives, learning how wrong you each were about the other. He told you about the Pogues and how his friend Kiara, who you recognized from school, hangs out with them despite being wealthy herself. On the other hand, you continued to complain to him about all the stuck up nonsense your mother would make you do- to which he actively listened and pitched in his own amusing opinions. 

“What do you need etiquette lessons for? How hard is it to stick your pinky out when you drink?” 

The topic then switched to Topper and his crew. You settled on calling them the Veggie Tales which made you both erupt in laughter. “What was your first time like?” you asked bluntly. 

He threw you an odd look, but continued. “Tourist at a party. I was 15 and I think she was 17? I dunno, but she sure showed me the ropes that night.” He beamed up at the ceiling, thinking back to the time. 

“Aren’t all first times supposed to be really awkward and bad?” 

“Maybe. I don’t really remember it. Just her. She was fine as hell,” he had on his dreamy eyes. “What was your’s like?” 

You let out a sharp breath. You’d never told anyone about it until now. “Before I left the city I was dating this guy for a little while. He came from farmers, so we did it in his uncles barn.” 

“Aw, how romantic,” JJ commented before you smacked him with a decorative pillow. 

“Ow! What? I thought every girl’s dream was to do it with the chickens watching.” 

Your face knotted. “It was horses. And I still have nightmares to this day about the hay sticking at my ass.” 

The boy next to you snickered and went on to tease you about your story, cracking all the farm jokes his little blonde head could come up with. 

“I should get going soon,” JJ informed when you both settled down, “Thursdays I meet Kie at The Wreck to help out.” 

Your eyes jolted. “Thursday?!” 

You soared up from your bed and checked the time on your phone. “Fuck fuck fuck!” Your hands tangled up in your hair in stress. “My debutante lessons!”

“What the fuck is that?” 

“I have to go to Chapel Hill, my ferry leaves in 20 minutes,” you explained while hastily shoving heels into your canvas bag. Then it occurred to you that your parents took your car because theirs was in the shop. 

“Fuck! JJ did you drive here?” 

“Yeah, I parked my friend’s van by the gate,” he answered, still confused at the gibberish you spoke moments ago. 

“JJ I need you to take me to the dock right now! Please! I can’t miss this ferry.” 

“Alright, alright, hurry up then woman! The van only goes up to 110 on a good day.” JJ struggled to get his clothes back on and didn’t even notice his t-shirt on backwards.

You both sprinted out your house and to the front of the neighborhood, past the gate, and towards a clunky old Volkswagen that was parked on the side of the road. You hurried in as JJ fumbled with the keys before thrusting it in the ignition and speeding off towards the dock. 

“Fuck we’re not gonna make it!” you stressed, balling your sweaty palms, as your legs bounced on the torn up seat.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry! She’s old but just give her a minute,” JJ assured before he revved the engine and flew down the street. You were concerned at how he expertly steered the old clunker at 105 miles per hour but were too anxious about missing your trip to bring it up. 

He finally pulled up to the side of the dock. You sighed in relief, seeing people still boarding.

“Aaand here we are! With 3 minutes to spare,” JJ announced, flipping his blonde locks, proud of his Speed Racer work. 

“Thank you for the ride JJ,” you said as you exited the van, “and the heart attack.” 

“Hey, you got here in once peace didn’t you? So I don’t wanna hear it!” 

You giggled and shut the door, heading towards the herd of people while you dug in your bag for your ferry ticket. 

“Have fun at your degenerate lessons!” JJ called out the window at you before speeding away. 

You shook your head with a goofy grin before getting on. 

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chapter five

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