cw. ex-boyfriend sae x fem!reader. mild nsfw. short + fluff. you just gotta love your ex <3
—it'd be a lie to say sae didn't still remember the day you broke up with him like it was just yesterday, but at some point, he stopped caring.
maybe, and just maybe, every time he told himself he wasn't bothered about you leaving because he knew you were 'no good without him anyway' he was just giving himself some kind of consolation or fake peace of mind.
but when you contacted him first after 36 exact days since breaking up, calling his name like the desperate prayer of a starved man while telling him how much you needed him, you unknowingly confirmed his theory.
and with those few words, he fell back to you too. the sound of his name on your pretty lips and the soft, breathy moans that followed warmly welcoming him back inside you as he pressed himself flush against your cervix, a place he swore he belonged to; not the field, not the spotlight—just you and the honey-sweet, almost cloying feeling of your skin wrapped around his, swallowing him whole as your manicured nails that still have his initial on your index claw at his back.
yet maybe sae wasn't entirely right, because even after that night, you didn't go back to him. when he woke up the next morning, your half naked body still clad only in his shirt that was a few sizes too big for you and your eyes slowly fluttering open against his chest as the daylight interrupted your sleep, he half expected you to do the honors of asking him to be your boyfriend again.
but you didn't, you just smiled at him, the mesmerizing smile he had come to fall in love with so long ago now leaving behind a feeling of deep confusion in him as you merely giggled and threw a pillow at his face when he tried leaning down to kiss you.
part of sae felt disappointed that day as he returned to his own home, maybe from now on you were just gonna call him for sex every now and then, and if that was the case, he wasn't really sure he could be okay with that.
yet that same week, you called again. not because you were drunk or because you wanted him inside you again, but simply because you wanted to 'hang out.'
that was what became of your relationship with sae. you didn't call him your boyfriend, and you wouldn't let him call you his girlfriend either, but you were together everyday. driving around with no destination as you sang some old, poorly composed song that played on the radio, the moonlight illuminating you just right over his convertible car. and sae just smiled, focused on the road while a strong hand silently rested on your thigh.
you'd tell him everything like he was your only trustable confidant in the world, went to his games wearing his signed jersey and a pretty little skirt he was certain you wore just for him, he picked you up after your classes, bought you every little thing your eyes lingered on for more than a split second, walked hand in hand with you while you chatted his ears off, fucked you just right until you couldn't see anything but the teal depths of his beautiful eyes that seemed to brand you with just one look. but you weren't his girlfriend, and he wasn't your boyfriend.
you weren't seeing anyone else, turning around with a disgusted expression anytime a man tried making a move on you, and you didn't allow sae to see anyone else either. odd for a girl who claims she's 'single.'
and when he spots you waiting for him by the locker room after his game, your neck still adorned with the necklace he had gifted you over two years ago, the 'S' pendant hanging just above your pretty cleavage as you turn around to face him with a beaming smile on your face before wrapping your arms around his neck,
he tells himself that maybe he's okay with being your ex-boyfriend.
♡
a/n: can u guys tell i js love the exes trope🥹✌🏻 also let the light in reminds me of sae sm for no reason so i decided to do this....will get back to smaus shortly dw
cw. hiori yo x (fem) online friend reader. sfw + a little suggestive towards the end. hiori is a lil deranged in the head. short + fluff!
hiori yo was never the type to switch up his routine.
even when it came to the things he enjoyed most, like video games, he just sticks to the same four friends he's always played with whenever he goes on cooperative games.
except for the one night where he met you. some girl from the other end of the globe whose face he doesn't even know, but he knows your voice like the back of his hand. after all, one single match together lead up to countless nights of voice-chat until the sun raised for him and went down for you, and now the timbre of your voice and the soft tone in your words whenever he gets you flustered are ingrained in his head.
he isn't even really sure of how it all started. one day he got home especially late from training, and all he wanted to do as soon as he was back in the comfort of his bedroom was to sit on his desk and play all his exhaustion away, yet when he tried calling up his friends to join in, they were all already asleep. so for the first time, he found himself with no other choice; he queued up for a random squad.
and he almost regretted it as soon as the game started. truly, he got matched up with the worst possible teammates, they played like nine year olds who had just gotten their first console ever as a christmas gift from their parents. on the other hand, one of the members of the squad wasn't all that bad, and when the entire team (except for the two of you) died ten minutes into the match, he found himself relying on you to clutch the win.
alas, you didn't really win in the end, didn't even make it to the last five players standing. and when his screen loaded back to the lobby and he slowly saw the rest of the squad disappearing one after the other, he was ready to just throw off his headset and go to bed early; but a voice stopped him in his tracks.
he glanced back at the screen, noticing how the one player that hadn't performed all that bad stayed, the sign of your mic being suddenly turned on displayed atop of your skin;
"hey. wanna go for duos instead?"
hiori's hands were clammy inside the pockets of his winter jacket, and his foot had been clattering against the cold floor of the train station for the past thirty minutes. really, he wasn't the type to get nervous, but you had been in his every thought ever since he first heard your voice.
it had been six months since the two of you met, six months since waking up and falling asleep to your voice had become routine for him, and hiori trusted you so much more than he wanted to admit; you had become the one person he always ran to whenever there was anything he wanted to talk about, the 'mystery girl' his teammates always teased him about whenever he was glued to his phone during training, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he stared at the screen before focusing back on whatever warm-up everyone else was doing.
so last week, when he was laying on his bed, telling you about his day over voice-chat like he usually does and you just hum and reply with, "do you want me to visit you, yo-yo?" he couldn't stop himself from nodding frantically, until he realized you couldn't really see him nod through voice call, so he gulped, a sound he was sure you had caught as he heard your stifled giggle on the other side of the line, and muttered a soft "yeah, that'd be cool." that came out just a bit louder than he had intended.
and now he was here, his right hand almost numb as the cold winter air seeped into his very bones while he held his phone, staring holes at your chat where the last message had been from you saying your train was five minutes away from the station. and he was so engrossed on the screen of his phone that he seemed to miss the soft sound of boots against concrete as someone approached him.
you really wanted to take the opportunity of his distraction to walk around him, maybe try to be cute by placing your hands against his eyes and going "guess who it is!" but your legs were unable to move. your feet were glued to the spot where you stood mere centimeters away from him, your mouth falling slightly ajar and your eyes widening just enough to display the thin ring of color from your iris around your blown-wide pupils as you took him in. the soft, mesmerizing blue hue of his hair and eyes drowning your vision.
you already liked hiori before, he had been so amazing that for the first time, you didn't even really care about what he may look like physically, (even though you definitely had wondered, especially late at night when his drowsy voice echoed across your room and you found yourself scouting closer to the speakers of your phone.) yet as you finally put a face to him, you felt your heartbeat thrumming in your fingertips, blood pulsing dangerously fast against your every vein as you stared at the boy you had come to love in person for the first time.
hiori sighed, resigning to locking his phone and safely placing it back into the pocket of his sweatpants as he tried to stop his nerves from creeping in. he knew he was being uncharacteristically anxious—
just as he raised his head, his eyes met yours and his breath caught in his throat. partly because of the scare of suddenly seeing an unknown figure he hadn't yet noticed standing right in front of him, but mostly, it was because he knew it was you.
hiori had never seen you before, but you were the girl who plagued his mind every passing second, and when he noticed the way a few strands of your hair grazed your skin due to the soft breeze in the station, the way your lashes fluttered against shiny eyes as you looked up at him like he was the only one worthy of your grace, or the way your beautiful lips fell slightly open as you studied his face all made him sure that this was, without a doubt, the girl he'd dedicated so many thoughts to.
and truth is, sometimes hiori yo couldn't really control his thoughts about you. they went from sweet to darker places in the span of a second. and there were moments as he replayed your voicemails over and over late at night, where all he could think about was the aching need to consume your very being until there was nothing left of you for anyone else to see.
but for now, all he did was gently open his arms and watch as you fly into them after minutes of wordlessly staring at each other, nuzzling your face against his warm chest and tightly wrapping your arms against his neck before muttering a content "nice to meet you, yo."
you can't help but giggle as his hands find your waist, rubbing soft circles across the tender skin before he spoke; the strong, thick accent you had come to crave hearing every day finally entering your ears straight from the man himself instead of a device,
"nice to meet ya too, sweetheart."
and he internally curses his mind for already thinking about all the positions and expressions he wants to see you in, the image of your eyes glazed over with pretty tears of pain and a mix of something else easily slipping into his mind as he holds you close, feeling your smile against his chest.
damn it, hiori. at least carry her bags and get her to your place first.
a/n: yeah having to rewrite this whole thing after my draft got deleted was DEFINITELY not fun💔 i fear the first one was much better as well🥹 but well well i felt obligated to post this since apparently i have the entire hiori nation in my inbox❤️🩹
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