Hey y’all! Sorry I’ve been inactive for a bit, but I was wondering if I could use y’alls help? I’m in a bit of a tight money situation right now with medical bills and working a job I’m overqualified for that doesn’t pay a lot so I thought I’d try commissions again. This time I’ll try 1k fic for a $3 USD Ko-fi. I know everything is hard for everyone right now, so I totally understand if you ignore this message. I’ve posted below links to a few prompt lists. Feel free to use those, your own ideas, or if you want me to write a continuation/spin off for one of my previously written works feel free to send me a DM and we’ll go over the details. I’ve also listed which groups I’d write member x reader for. If you request a NSFW fic please be 19+.
A/n: A commission for my girl @jooheonbee, I hope you like it, Biker Mechanic Sehun is somethin else. I might do like a smut sequel because I have ideas that just didn’t fit into the storyline, so....look out for that, too.
Summary: You go for the bad boys, every time. This time, you’re determined to run. Sehun has other ideas.
Warnings: some smut, dirty talk, mild choking, I guess? not actually written out smut though? I know, right, weird for me, but that’s just how it went, talk of some public stuff
Word Count: 3150
"This is stupid," you mutter. "You're stupid."
You're talking to yourself at 3am in the worst part of town in a ratty apartment elevator and for what?
Because of the way his shoulders filled out that leather jacket? The scar on his eyebrow, the way it quirked up when he smiled at you?
"You gotta stop thinking with your pussy," your roommate had told you when you'd told her you'd given your number to this hot guy with slicked back hair and a weathered leather jacket.
"Because it's stupid?" You'd asked.
"No, dummy, because it's connected to your stupid heart."
She was right, you always did this, fucked these guys and then got attached because they cuddled you after or texted you some sweet shit when they were drunk and this guy has fuckboy written all over him.
Do you ring his doorbell anyway? Yes.
"Sehun?" You call when he doesn't answer.
"Hey, pretty girl," his voice right behind you makes you jump.
Shit fuck Jesus Christ he looks good, in a pair of grey sweats, chest bare, feet bare, holding a basket of laundry.
His hair looks wet like he's just out of the shower and it's oddly domestic for someone who'd whispered about how he'd suck your clit between your teeth while kissing your throat after your shift three nights ago.
He raises that scarred eyebrow. "Wanna come in?"
You nod, throat dry, trying not to stare as he kicks open his door, banking on you to close it when you follow him in, apparently.
And you do, because you're an idiot, a sucker for bad boys who'd inevitably break your heart, and this one had already bent you over his motorcycle and pressed his dick against your ass, saying all the wrong things into your ear that made your panties flood.
Despite the domestic look, he sits down on this cracked leather couch and smirks at you, pats his thighs. "Have a seat, pretty girl."
He probably calls you that because he doesn't remember your fucking name but you didn't wear a skirt and no panties over here at 3am to help him fold his laundry.
Half an hour later he's got your skirt bunched around your hips and he's rocking you against him and your head is spinning because you'd expected him to at least have his fingers inside you by now.
"Sehun," you whine, and he chuckles against your throat.
"Needy baby," he croons, kissing more softly at the base of your throat, and then his hands clamp down on your ass, rocking you forward again.
He stiffens his hips so that his cock presses right against your cunt and the pressure is too much and not enough at once.
"Are you gonna fuck me or are we gonna keep dryhumping like teenagers for another week?" You snap, frustrated, but he just drags his teeth along your skin and pulls back, lips turned up at one corner.
"You liked it last time, yeah? Liked me pressing into your ass, my hand around your throat, telling you how pretty you'd look begging me for my cock?"
"Oh, fuck you," you say irritably, and he moves his hands to your hips, sitting back against the couch and watching you lazily as you writhe against him.
"Gonna beg me, pretty girl?"
"Never," you snap, and he laughs again.
You do beg, though, in these breathy little whimpers, on all fours on his bed which is just a mattress on the floor and your cunt so wet it's dripping juices down your thighs.
At least he didn't complain about the condom, you tell yourself as you do the walk of shame back to your apartment and your roommate gives you a wink.
"Don't fucking judge me," you mutter.
"Never, just don't fall in love," she shoots back.
"Please," you scoff.
But do you go and do that too? Of course you fucking do.
It's not the second time or the fourth or the sixth, you've lost count by the time you realize it.
He rolls over on his stupid mattress and smiles at you, eyes puffy from sleep and his hair mussed and your heart seems to fall out of your asshole.
"Wanna get breakfast?" He asks in that husky morning voice of his and you can't vault out of bed fast enough.
"Gotta go, stuff to do," you mutter and you can't find your panties so you just leave them there and bolt out the door while he's staring after you with that dumb cute confused puppy look he gets sometimes.
You ignore his texts for a week and then eventually when he starts calling, block his number.
You refuse to have a repeat of your last disaster relationship, another bad boy you'd just known you could turn good and who'd cheated on you with almost everyone you knew.
But hot guys in motorcycle jackets just keep showing up at your job, and you end up chatting with another one two weeks later. He's bigger and sweeter and he's got this laugh that shakes his whole body.
"I used to see a guy with a bike," you comment as you hand him another beer, and he grins.
"You ever ride?"
You shake your head.
"I'll have to find my extra helmet." He leans across the bar, eyes sparkling and you can't help smiling back.
You don't let it get as far, though, trying to feel him out first without feeling him up and you leave with his name and number scrawled on his receipt.
"What the fuck?"
You hear a familiar, low voice behind you on your walk home and you freeze.
He looks sulky, bottom lip poking out, arms crossed over his chest, leaned up against the brick of the building.
"Are you drunk?" You ask, a smile threatening at the corner of your mouth. He's cute like this, all pouty.
"Kinda," he confesses. "You got a new boyfriend now?"
You roll your eyes. "Trying to tell me you're jealous, Sehunnie?"
He frowns and stands up straighter. "What, you're saying I don't have a right to be?"
You blink at him. "Why the fuck would you have a right to be? You fucked me on your bare mattress twice a week."
"Sorry I wasn't fancy enough for you, princess," he drawls, but something like hurt flashes across his face.
"That's not-" you start, but he's already striding away and straddling his bike, revving the engine and your heart is in your throat.
The next time you see him he's got his hands on some blonde's ass and your skin is on fire and there's something acid in your mouth when he winks at you as you stalk by to take a pitcher of beer to a table of frat boys and you delete his number from your phone in a rage.
***
"Whatever happened to that girl?" Minseok asks and Sehun bumps his head on the engine in surprise, cursing.
Minseok laughs as he hands him the ratchet he was looking for, sitting on the bike like a fucking slug as usual while Sehun does all the work.
"Should worry about how hard you're riding this bike instead of girls," Sehun mutters.
"That what happened? You ride her too hard?"
"Maybe. What's it to you?"
"Just thought I saw her on the back of Junmyeon's hog, that's all." Minseok's voice is so casual that for a second it doesn't register and then Sehun cracks his head on the engine again.
"Fuck!" He slides out from under it and sits up, wiping grease on his jeans. "Junmyeon? Not Chanyeol?"
Minseok blinks. "Oh, is she a biker babe?"
"Don't you fucking start." It's just another word for biker slut and he fucking knows it and Sehun wants to push him off his shitty bike.
Minseok holds out his hands as if in defense. "Listen, no offense meant. They do the Lord's work."
"That's not what she is." Sehun insists, but in the back of his mind he's seeing the way you smiled at Chanyeol.
Are you? You'd never even asked to ride his bike, he'd never even considered….
"She gonna run again or what?"
For a moment Sehun is so stuck in his head which is swirling with all these panicky thoughts about you that he thinks Minseok is asking if you'll run away from him again.
"Yeah, just needed an oil change," Sehun mumbles and goes inside to wash up.
He bangs his head against the mirror, trying to clear his head.
It isn't as if he'd thought much past your curves and that sexy half smile the first night, or even the second or third.
You started ghosting him and he figured you were just busy, tells himself he doesn't care, it doesn't matter, but he finds himself lurking around the bar you work at, but even though he's been balls deep inside you on several occasions he can't bring himself to approach you when you make a beeline for your car.
At least not until he saw Park Chanyeol chatting you up across the bar, sees you smiling down at the receipt he left and Sehun couldn't stop himself from following you.
And of course, he fucked that up, being too jealous and stupid and half drunk to make any sense.
You were right, anyway, it wasn't like he'd ever taken you to dinner, just one half assed offer of breakfast and he doesn't know how to do this, anyway. He's never had anything approaching a real girlfriend, just one night stands on various road trips and a friend with benefits in high school.
Is that what he even wanted? A girlfriend? When he thinks about your easy laugh not being directed at him, about what Minseok suggested about you being true, that maybe you're just using him...it makes his stomach sick.
He tells himself not to text you, not to call, but he does both because he doesn't have a shred of self control, and realizing you've blocked his number is like a punch in the throat.
Sehun doesn't even know where you live, has never asked you, and no wonder you're ghosting him. He groans, lying on his stupid bare mattress on the floor and he remembers the first time he'd seen you on it, as up and your thighs trembling.
He feels his cock twitch in his jeans and he sits up, frustrated. It's been three weeks since he'd last seen you and he hadn't been with anyone else, hadn't even thought about it.
Minseok had invited him out, a going away party of sorts since he's about to go on the road, and he figures fuck it, time to get back on the horse.
But of course they end up at your bar and all he can do is look for you, every shot making you more present in his head instead of further away. It's hours before you come in for your shift and it's busy, everyone he knows and several he doesn't there asking for your attention. You sling drinks and smile and laugh and he can't take his eyes off you.
Everything takes a turn for the worse around the fifth shot and he catches you leaned over the bar grinning at Junmyeon.
It's nothing, really, it's your job to flirt with customers but it's how you'd met and with Minseok telling him he'd seen you on his bike…
He fucking hates it, the way he feels, like there's suddenly no space in the bar, his chest tight, skin hot.
So he keeps drinking and when a blonde asks him to dance, tilts her head up to kiss him, he takes a dark pleasure in the flash of anger in your eyes when you stalk past.
It's all so fucking empty, later, when he fucks the blonde and she's nothing like you, all hard lines instead of soft curves, she even sounds wrong, too quiet and breathy.
She leaves and he's never felt so alone in his shitty apartment, keeps looking over at the counter where you'd hooked your legs around his waist the last time you were over and he feels tears prick at the backs of his eyes.
"Fuck," he mutters, and curls up on his mattress, staring at your contact name in his phone.
*
It takes another week before he can't take it anymore, not being able to talk to you, and catches you coming into work.
"God, what, are you stalking me now?"
You unlock the bar and he feels small and stupid but he's full of all these things he has to say.
When you turn to look at him all angry dark eyes, it takes his breath and everything he wanted to say dies in his throat.
"Are you seeing someone?"
It isn't what he meant to say and it certainly doesn't help the anger in your eyes.
"So what if I am? It's none of your business."
"What if I want it to be my business?" He shoots back, and it's stupid but there's something clawing inside his stomach.
"Oh, fuck you, Sehun. The last time I saw you, you were a foot down some blonde's throat. I'm not doing this again."
"It's not…. she's not…" He can't get it out, whatever it is clawing up his throat.
"I blocked your number. What else do you want? Fuck off."
You turn your back to him and he wants to hate you, wants to feel something more than this void in his chest.
He wants to tell you that everything feels shitty and empty without you but you're throwing bottles onto shelves and your shoulders are stiff.
When Minseok invites him on a week long ride, he says yes without a second thought, wanting to be anywhere else but in his apartment, where he saw you around every corner.
***
"Oh my God just call him," your roommate groans after you pile three pints of ice cream into the fridge.
"No. And don't fucking touch my ice cream." You slam the freezer shut and glare at her.
"Maybe he's just wilding out because you've ghosted him for like a month," she offers and you open the freezer again, taking out one pint of ice cream.
"Three weeks and four days," you correct.
She rolls her eyes. "Not that you're counting."
"Not that I'm counting," you agree. "Hand me a spoon."
She obliges. "He wasn't your boyfriend, right?"
"Hell no!"
"So…. he's a free agent."
"No!" You protest immediately, and then sigh. "I guess."
"You can't be mad at him for making out with randos in bars, then."
"Who says I'm mad?" You ask, mouth full of ice cream.
"Okay, clown, but he's probably at home moping over you." Your roommate stands and starts toward her room.
"He is not." Your heart skips a beat. "You really think so?"
"Call him!" She yells from her room, and you huff out a breath.
You are not going to call him.
You call him, you’ve memorized his number because you’re an idiot.
He doesn't answer and you wait a whole three minutes before texting him.
You home?
It feels like an hour before he texts you back even though it's only a few moments.
Yeah.
"That's it?" You grumble, but you head to his apartment anyway, waiting for the whining elevator and having flashbacks to the first time you'd come here.
When he opens the door in those same gray sweats, wet hair, just like the first night, words stick in your throat.
"Hey, pretty girl," he says, but it's softer somehow and it makes your chest ache.
Before he even steps back from the door you lean up to kiss him and he makes this little moan in the back of his throat that sends a spear of heat through your belly.
You've got your top off, straddling his hips on that stupid mattress of his, when he breaks apart from your mouth, breathing hard.
"Y/n," he says your name low and serious, and it doesn't help the way your skin is heating up.
"You do know my name," you tease, latching onto his neck instead, and he makes a sound almost like a growl, pushing you away gently.
"Of course I know your name. Y/n, wait. I want to talk to you."
"You want to talk? Now?" You say incredulously.
He huffs out a breath. "I wanted to talk when you walked in. I got distracted."
You can't help but laugh, and he's looking up at you with this half smile and something so soft on his face it makes you want to run again.
"I could distract you more." You rock your hips against you and he lifts you off him, planting you on the mattress and sitting up, staring into your eyes.
"Do you even like me?" He asks, tilting his head like a dumb puppy and your mouth drops open.
"I-"
"I mean, do you like me, like would you consider going on a date with me? Even though I live in a shitty apartment and don't have a bed frame…"
"Sehun-"
"You don't have to answer right away, I just wanted to ask you how you felt because I'm kind of losing it-"
"Sehun!" You yell, and he startles, his cheeks slightly flushed.
"Yeah, I like you. I'll go on a date with you or whatever."
"You will? Really?" He grins and you hide your face.
"Don't be stupid," you mutter, but he tackles you, almost knocking you off the mattress and you can't stop laughing until his teeth drag along your hipbone and then you're gasping instead.
After, you trace the scar on his eyebrow. "Did you get this in a knife fight or something."
He laughs. "Dropped a wrench on my head while fixing a bike."
"I take it all back, I can't date an idiot," you say solemnly.
"Too late," he shoots back, pulling you on top of him and kissing your nose.
"You gonna ever give me a ride on your bike or should I call someone else to do it?" You ask nonchalantly, and he bites your shoulder, making you squeal.
"I'm riding to Florida tomorrow with some of the guys."
You choke on air. "Riding to where?"
He grins. "Come with me. I'll buy you a bikini."
"I am not riding 3,000 miles on a motorcycle with an idiot," you insist.
**
He buys you a red bikini and your thighs are so sore after the trip that you can barely move. You swear to never get back on a bike again but of course, you do, when he fixes up a small one with "pretty girl" emblazoned on the side.
You're definitely not crying, it's just that you have allergies, you insist, as he's kissing along the bridge of your nose and putting on your helmet.
please please please, from an absolutely shattered, freshly bleeding, broken-hearted someone who is nobody's someone, i know requests are closed, but since you hinted at it, this is a formal request for more of Teh Big Sad Monsta X Post Break-up Angst. please do take your time and write whatever you want only when you want to, at your leisure, of course. and let me know if there will be a time when i could request something more specific in the future? thank you for all your work. -rain.
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In terms of opening requests, I’m only hesitant because the last time I opened requests I only had around 1000 followers and I got 65 requests in about 5 hours.... now I have almost 7000, so I’m thinking I’ll get flooded with requests.
I’m almost caught up with writing commissions (about 5 more to go) and so what I’ll do is when I finish I’ll open requests for a few hours and see how it goes! Thanks everyone for reading and supporting me!
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