It was supposed to be a normal dumpster dive. Now you’re home with a magic keyboard that can rewrite reality, a curious Suguru who wants to understand it, and a very irresponsible Satoru who keeps saying “just one more test.” At first, it’s harmless but the more it responds, the more it listens… and the harder it becomes to ignore the kind of thoughts that probably shouldn’t be tested.
tags: 18+, mdni, 3some, oral (m! & f!), train (lol choo choo), handjob, slight tears, spit, praise, anal, double penetration, unprotected p in v, slight satosugu, face riding, gagging, creampie.
wc: 5.5k
a/n: the song... cough cough hint hint. Also, do yall know smosh?
Wednesdays were, objectively, your most questionable hobby.
Not in an illegal way. Well… kind of but in a “you are literally digging through a store’s trash like a raccoon with standards” type of way.
And honestly? You stood by it.
Because the beauty store threw away perfectly good products every single week, and you were not about to let a $23 foundation die in a dumpster just because the box was dented.
So here you were.
One foot hooked over the edge, the other awkwardly balancing as you leaned deeper into the dumpster, aggressively shifting bags around like you were on a mission.
“C’mon… don’t piss me off,” you muttered, pushing aside a ripped open box.
“I know y’all got my shade in here somewhere.”Your hand brushed against something small. You pulled it out, squinting at the small print label.
“Ooo Nyx lip liner? Don’t mind if I do.”
Straight into your roommate's old backpack. The bag felt heavy as you stuffed it more. You nodded to yourself like this was a successful haul so far.
It wasn’t because where the hell was the foundation.
You dug deeper, fully committed now, moving things around with less patience and more attitude.
“Where the fuck is it.”
Your hand froze.
“…huh?”
That… was not makeup. You shifted a piece of cardboard out of the way and stared.
“A keyboard?”
You blinked at it like maybe if you stared at it hard enough, it would make sense as to why it was there. A broken palette or a hair tool or literally anything else would’ve made sense.
This did not.
“…why would anyone throw away a perfectly good keyboard?” you said, already reaching for it because, obviously, you’re going to take it.
Finders keepers. That’s global dumpster dive rules.
You pulled it out, brushing off dust and random debris, turning it over in your hands. It was… fine. It’s not cracked or has any missing keys. Just a few minor scratches like it had been tossed in here without much thought.
Weird, but not your problem.
You pressed a key.
Click.
Click.
“…okay,” you murmured, now fully testing it like you just found a free laptop on the street. The keys felt too smooth. You kept going anyway, tapping a few more.
Click click.
Your fingers moved without thinking.
Ctrl. A. Delete.
And then… the smell disappeared.
One second you were inhaling hot garbage air and the next your lungs were finally breathing in clean oxygen. You blinked.
“…wait.”
The heat from the pile of trash vanished like someone turned the world’s worst oven off. Suddenly your skin didn’t feel like it was being radioactively damaged.
“Hold on…”
You look down.
Oh shit.
“WAIT!”
You dropped to the ground. Concrete hit your back so fast it knocked the air out of you. An oomph leaves your body as the keyboard clattered somewhere beside you. You just laid there groaning, blinking up at the sky like your brain needed a full system reboot.
“…damn.”
You sat up and looked around you. The alley was still there. The store was still there. But the dumpster was gone? Like completely gone as if it had never existed. You slowly turned your head toward the keyboard, your stomach doing that awful little drop again.
“…what the fuck did I just do.”
You slide the keyboard into our bag and zip it closed, lingering there for a second trying to process what just happened.
I'm not high?
Your brain is still stuck replaying it over and over again. The image of the dumpster disappearing was way too clear to ignore.
Did I just find a magical keyboard?
You shake your head, letting out a small breath as you walk toward your car, still trying to process what just happened and how a random keyboard was somehow able to do… that. It doesn’t make sense.
Yet the more you replay it in your head, the clearer it becomes that you didn’t imagine it, that it actually happened. That alone is enough to send a quiet thrill through you. Because who just randomly finds a keyboard that can delete things out of existence?
Exactly.
You slide into the driver’s seat, your hands settling on the wheel as that excitement lingers. Before you can even think to question it further, you’re already starting the car and pulling out of the alley way.
Oh, the boys are going to flip their shit when they see this.
The drive home passes quicker than usual. You finally pull into your usual spot, right between Suguru and Satoru’s cars, parking a little messier than normal because you’re already reaching for your bag before the engine fully cuts off.
You hop out, shut the door, and head straight for the apartment, unlocking it quickly.
“GUYS GUYS.”
Your voice carries through the space as you step inside, already smiling, and a little breathless from the rush of it all.
You make your way into the living room where Satoru is sprawled across the couch, completely relaxed with one leg thrown over the armrest as he eats his daily kikufuku. He watches TV like nothing in the world matters, while Suguru sits on the lounge chair nearby, scrolling on his phone with a calm, unbothered expression.
“GUYS, guess what I found!”
You step directly in front of the TV without hesitation, blocking it completely as you stand there, your bag still hanging from your shoulder.
Satoru groans immediately, dragging a hand down his face in annoyance. “Oh my... moooove.”
“Another makeup product you don’t need,” Suguru says flatly, not even bothering to look up yet.
“Or clothes you think are ‘fine if you wash them,’” Satoru adds, glancing at you now with a smirk. Suguru lets out a quiet chuckle at that.
You roll your eyes, already glancing down at the table as you reach for the remote without asking.
Click.
The TV shuts off.
“Y/N!” Satoru snaps, sitting up immediately. His irritation is clear as he looks at the now black screen.
“…seriously,” Suguru mutters, finally lifting his gaze toward you.
You step back into place like nothing happened. A grin spreads across your face, your excitement obvious now that you actually have their attention.
“Now that I have your attention…”
“You better have found Cleopatra or something because what the hell,” Satoru says, clearly unimpressed as he is still slumped on the couch.
Your grin only widens, turning a little mischievous as you slowly reach into your bag and pull out the keyboard, holding it up like it’s the most impressive thing in the world.
“Taa daa.”
There’s a pause.
Suguru stares at it for a second before he bursts out laughing. The sound genuine as he leans back into his chair, shaking his head like this was the most stupidest thing ever.
“Are you serious?” he asks, still laughing under his breath.
“Y/N... just move out the way,” Satoru mutters, already reaching for the remote again.
“No you're not even going to let me show you what it can do,” you say, stepping forward and placing the keyboard down on the table. Your tone shifts just enough to show you’re actually serious now.
Suguru looks at you again. His expression shifts from amusement to curiosity as he studies your face, like he’s trying to figure out if you’re joking or not, or if you’ve actually just lost it.
Satoru, meanwhile, barely spares you another glance. He's already halfway through eating the last of his kikufuku as he reaches for the remote again, clearly ready to ignore whatever thi—
Until you press the keys. Your fingers move a little more deliberately this time, repeating exactly what you did before.
Ctrl. A. Delete.
The kikufuku disappears. No crumbs, no wrapper, nothing left behind, like it was never there in the first place.
"Hey!" Satoru whines. His voice sharp with disbelief as he stares down at his now empty hand. You freeze as your eyes widen. You look between his hand and the keyboard, your breath catching slightly.
“Oh my god…”
Suguru leans forward slowly. His attention completely locked in now and the earlier laughter gone as his gaze sharpens, watching the exact spot where the kikufuku used to be.
Satoru looks up at you again, his expression shifting from confusion and melting into shock, then into something much more interesting.
Suguru’s gaze lingers on the keyboard for a moment longer before he finally looks up at you. His expression is noticeably more serious than before.
“Where did you find that?” he asks.
You let out a breath, still riding that weird mix of adrenaline and excitement as you launch into the story. Explaining everything that happened from the dumpster, and the random keys you pressed, to the way it just… disappeared.
You gesture a lot while you talk, like maybe acting it out will somehow make it sound less insane, but judging by the way they’re both staring at you, it’s not doing you any favors.
By the time you finish, the room is quiet.
They are taking a while processing what you just said.
Suguru is staring at the keyboard again with his brows slightly drawn, while Satoru is looking at you like he’s halfway between impressed and deeply concerned.
“…what else does it do?!” Satoru suddenly blurts out. The excitement hits him all at once as he pushes himself up from the couch. Before you can even respond, he’s already gone, disappearing down the hall at full speed.
You blink.
“…oh, he’s about to make this worse,” Suguru mutters under his breath.
Satoru is back in seconds, holding up a slightly crumpled five dollar bill like it’s the key to a life changing experiment.
“Okay, okay, watch this,” he says, slapping it onto the table with way too much confidence for a guy who has no idea what he’s doing.
“Wait...maybe don’t—” you speak up already sensing where this is going.
“Gimme,” he cuts in, reaching over and snatching the keyboard straight out of your hands before you can even finish the sentence.
He pulls it closer, leaning over the table like a kid who just discovered something illegal but exciting. Suguru leans in, clearly just as invested now even if he’s pretending not to be.
Satoru smooths the five dollar bill out on the table like presentation matters, then glances down at the keyboard.
“…copy aaaaand paste…” he murmurs, sounding way too proud of himself for figuring that out. He presses the keys.
In the blink of an eye, another five dollar bill appears right next to the first, perfectly identical, like it just spawned there out of thin air.
All three of you freeze.
“…woah,” Satoru says, his voice dropping in genuine awe as his eyes light up instantly. He grabs both bills, flipping them over, and holding them up to the light. Comparing them like he’s about to discover some hidden flaw but there isn’t one.
“…no way,” he mutters, grinning like this is the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Before either of you can stop him, he presses the keys again.
Ctrl. C.
Ctrl. V.
Another bill. Then again and again.
The table starts filling up fast, bills stacking unevenly as they keep appearing one after another. Satoru is fully locked in now, laughing menacingly as he just unlocked a cheat code for life.
“HAHA okay, wait, this is actually insane,” he says, not even looking up.
“Satoru...” you try again, watching the growing pile with a mix of disbelief and concern.
“This is literally free money. Do you understand how illegal this probably is?” he continues, completely ignoring you as he keeps going.
“Yeah, and you’re still doing it,” you point out.
“That sounds like a future problem,” he shoots back instantly, not missing a beat.
Suguru watches for another second, his expression tightening just slightly as the pile keeps growing, before he suddenly leans forward and snatches the keyboard right out of Satoru’s hands.
“That’s enough,” he says calmly, though there’s a quiet firmness there that wasn’t before.
Satoru looks up immediately, offended. “Hey-”
“You’re going to crash the economy in our living room,” Suguru replies without even looking at him, already turning the keyboard slightly in his hands as he studies it more closely.
Satoru blinks. “…that feels dramatic.”
“You just made about forty dollars in ten seconds,” you add.
“Okay, but how would the police know?”
Suguru ignores both of you, his focus fully on the keyboard now, his earlier amusement completely gone as curiosity takes over.
“…if it can do that,” he says slowly, more to himself than anyone else, “then there’s more.”
You glance down at the keyboard again, turning it slightly in your hands like it’s magically going to explain itself if you stare at it long enough.
“Okay, wait, there has to be something on this.” you mumble, already pulling your phone out. You type in the model number printed on the back, scrolling as the results pop up.
“…okay, um... apparently this is an HP SK-2501 wired multimedia keyboard from… 2000?” you say, blinking at your screen.
“2000? That thing is older than my patience.” Satoru repeats, leaning over your shoulder.
You snort a little, still scrolling. “I’m serious, it literally looks like a regular old keyboard.”
Suguru leans in slightly, way more focused than Satoru. “Keep reading.”
“Yeah yeah, hold on…” you skim through the page, your nose scrunching.
“Ooo, okay so this says it has a built-in microphone.”
That gets both of their attention.
“A microphone?” Suguru repeats.
“Yeah, like… voice command or something. It says if you say ‘computer,’ it activates a search function… I think?” you say, tilting your phone so they can kind of see. You barely finish your sentence befo—
“COMPUTER!” Satoru shouts.
You flinch. “Why are you yelling?”
The air in front of you flickers. Right there in the middle of the room. It kind of glitches for a second, like something trying to load, and then a search bar pops up.
Just floating there right in front of you.
“…oh.”
It’s not attached to anything just floating in the air. Glowing softly with a blinking cursor waiting at the left.
Satoru leans forward immediately. “No way.”
Suguru stands up without even thinking, stepping closer with that quiet curiosity of his, and reaches his hand out slowly.
His hand goes straight through it. The light bends around his arm for a second, like water rippling, before settling back into place when he pulls away.
“Okay, that’s… weirdly cool” he says under his breath.
You step a little closer too, staring a little too hard at it. Satoru, of course, is already over it in the best way possible, leaning forward with a grin like he just found his new favorite toy.
“Give me a random sweet treat… I don’t know,” he says, way too eager.
The cursor blinks as the bar flickers slightly. You glance at Suguru, then back at it, that same feeling creeping in again. Not just excitement this time but something a little… off.
All of a sudden, a banana split sundae appears on the table. It just pops into existence like it’s been there the whole time.
It's stacked with three scoops of Neapolitan ice cream, whipped cream piled way too high, chocolate drizzle melting down the sides, sprinkles everywhere, and a cherry sitting on top.
Satoru gasps like he just witnessed a miracle.
“No way- don’t touch it, don’t even look at it, I’m getting a spoon. ” he says already halfway to the kitchen before anyone can even process what just happened.
“You weren’t gonna share anyway,” you mutter, watching him disappear. Suguru leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he studies the sundae like he’s trying to figure out if it’s real or if this is some kind of elaborate hallucination.
“That’s actually insane,” he says slowly.
Satoru comes back in record time with a spoon in hand. He sits down and drags the sundae closer to himself like someone’s about to snatch it out of his hands.
“This is the best day of my life,” he says, already digging in without hesitation.
“Of course it is,” Suguru replies even though he’s watching the bowl like he’s debating whether to snag a bite.
You don’t say anything at first, just standing there with your arms loosely crossed, watching them like this is the most normal thing in the world, even though five minutes ago none of this existed.
“Oh, by the way, you guys can't use it” you say casually.
Satoru pauses mid bite and Suguru stops moving completely. They both deadpan towards you.
“…what?” Satoru says slowly.
You smile, stepping forward and pulling the keyboard back toward you, holding it just a little closer to your chest.
“You both said it was useless so, technically, you don't get access to such a useless item,” you explain completely serious.
“That’s not how that works,” Satoru says as he points at you with his spoon.
“Yeah how were we supposed to know it was magic?” Suguru adds, leaning back now, clearly amused.
“Exactly, how were we supposed to know that shit deletes desserts out of existence and then spawns better ones?” Satoru continues, gesturing wildly now.
You shrug. “Sounds like a personal problem.”
They both stare at you like you just slapped them in the face. Satoru scoffs, shaking his head. “You’re gatekeeping that now?”
“Yes,” you say immediately.
Suguru huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he glances between the two of you. “This is ridiculous.”
“No, what’s ridiculous is that I live here and suddenly I don’t have access to the magic reality keyboard in my own home,” Satoru says, still holding the spoon like he’s making a valid point.
“Correct.”
“That’s crazy.”
“Oh well...” you gesture vaguely.
They both start talking at once after that, Satoru getting louder and more dramatic while Suguru chimes in with calmer with more sarcastic comments. The two of them very quickly team up against you like you’re the unreasonable one here.
You let them.
You let them complain and talk over each other. Letting Satoru take another bite mi -argument like that somehow strengthens his case. Honestly, it’s kind of funny watching them act like this over something they dismissed two minutes ago.
While they’re going back and forth your attention drifts back to the keyboard in your hands. Your thumb runs lightly over one of the keys, absentminded as your thoughts start wandering. Their voices blur into background noise.
Delete. Copy. Paste. Create.
Your gaze lifts slowly back to them. Satoru is still eating like nothing in the world matters. Suguru is watching you out of the corner of his eye like he knows you’re thinking something.
…does it work on humans?
Your fingers still for just a second, your expression shifting ever so slightly as you stare at them a little longer than before, your mind already starting to turn that idea over in ways it probably shouldn’t.
You don’t say anything at first, just staring at the keyboard.
“Computer?” you say.
The search bar flickers back into existence midair, glowing softly like it’s been waiting for you this whole time. Satoru doesn’t even look up, still focused on his sundae.
“Oh brother, here she goes again.”
You tilt your head slightly, eyes flicking toward him.
“…have Satoru drop his sundae.”
Satoru’s arm jerks like a random muscle spasm. The spoon flies, his wrist twists, and the entire sundae slips right out of his hand.
SPLAT.
Right onto the floor.
You blink once then immediately burst out laughing. You don't even feel bad that you can't hold it in. Satoru just sits there staring at the mess on the ground. His brain is clearly trying to catch up to what just happened.
“…what the fuck?” he says slowly, looking down at his hand like it betrayed him.
Your breath catches before you even realize it as your grip tightens around the keyboard. Your heart begins to race, the feeling curling in your chest a little too close to excitement for comfort.
Because now you know that it obeys.
Your fingers hover over the keys again and your thoughts move faster than you can keep up with. The possibilities stack on top of each other in ways that feel a little dangerous.
This thing control more than just objects. Your heart raced as you were ready to say another command.
"Computer?" You hesitate for a minute as you glance between Suguru and Satoru.
"Make these guys make out."
Instantly, Suguru's composed facade shattered as he turned to Satoru. Their eyes lock in a heated gaze before their mouths collided and lips parted with urgent need. Their tongues explore each other as Suguru's hands roam up Satoru's chest, pulling him closer.
The sight of them making out sent a jolt to your own wet heat between your thighs. Satoru's cocky grin melts into desire as Suguru's touch turns sensual. Your body aches with jealousy and excitement.
As they kissed deeper, their bodies pressed together. You watch as Satoru's hands slide under Suguru's shirt, tracing the firm muscles of his back. You couldn't resist escalating things.
With a mischievous grin, you spoke up. "Computer?"
"Have them strip each other down to their boxers."
Clothes flew off in a frenzy. Suguru yanks Satoru's shirt over his head to reveal his toned abs and a trail of white hair leading to the bulge in his pants. Satoru quickly unties Suguru's drawstring, sliding his shorts down to expose his massive thighs and the outline of his erection straining against his black boxers.
They didn't stop kissing, their mouths devouring each other, moans vibrating in the air as you had another brilliant idea spark in your mind. The keyboard's power is fueling your boldness.
Why stop at two?
"Computer?"
"Have all three of us... fuck."
Satoru's eyes gleam with thrill and Suguru's reserved demeanor crack into a sensual smile. They broke apart just long enough to grab your hand and guide you towards Satoru's bedroom. The door closes behind you with a click, enclosing all of you in a room full of anticipation.
You set the keyboard down on the bedside table before turning your attention back to the boys.
The air grew thick, musk and sweat lingered as you fell into a three-way kiss. Your lips and tongue colliding in a chaotic dance. Satoru's cocky energy pressing against you while Suguru's steady hands roam over your curves and squeeze your breast through your hoodie.
Satoru's fingers trail down your sides and Suguru's thumb brushes your nipple until it hardens, leaving you breathless. They worked together to strip you down, tugging off your hoodie and jeans with efficiency. They leave you in your bra and underwear, the fabric clinging to your damp skin as your pussy throbbed with need.
You all tumbled onto the bed with Satoru on your left and Suguru on your right.
Their warm bodies sandwich you as their hands explore your thighs and waist. You leaned into Suguru, your kiss deepened into something predatory. Your tongue dove into his mouth while your other hand slipped back to palm Satoru's thick cock through his boxers. Feeling it pulsed under your touch
Your hunger shifted, urging you to turn your attention fully to Satoru.
You broke away from Suguru for a moment, capturing Satoru's lips in the same fierce kiss. Your mouth melds with raw intensity that made your toes curl. His tongue teases yours as his hands roam upward to cup your breast
He squeezed them firmly, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples through the thin fabric of your bra. Meanwhile, your other hand ventured down to Suguru's boxers, slipping inside to wrap around his throbbing cock. You do the same to Satoru, pulling them both free into the warm air of their room.
They were hot and heavy in your grip, their veins standing out along the shaft as you stroked them slowly. You savor the silky skin gliding under your fingers as their breath hitches into a deep groan.
Suguru threw his head back, his face flushed of pure ecstasy as his eyes fluttered shut.
"Fuck, y/n, your hands feel so damn g-good...keep going, just like that." he whispered.
Satoru's lips teased against your ear as he trailed his hand down your stomach. His fingers dip beneath the waistband of your panties to feel the wetness there.
"You're so w-wet already. God, I love how you get for us." he murmured. His touch unerring as he rubbed your swollen folds and circled your clit making you moan into his mouth.
"Stroke me harder, baby." Suguru's dirty words cut through, his voice sounding commanding despite his pleasure-druken state. You quickened your pace on them both.
You all were enjoying that for a moment before Suguru sat up fully against the headboard, yanking his boxers off completely in one swift motion. His cock standing proud and glistening with his precum.
You slipped off your own panties, the cool sheets brush against your bare skin as you positioned yourself between his legs. You lean down, taking his cock into your mouth with slow sucks, tasting the salty tang of his precum. You swirled your tongue around his sensitive head.
The wet squelching sound filled the space. Satoru laid back on the bed, guiding you to straddle his face. His tongue dove into your pussy the moment you settled down. His tongue lapped at your folds with eager strokes that made you gasp around Suguru's cock.
Your body is trembling.
The overwhelming pleasure it too much to handle.
Your eyes watered as Suguru's cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag softly around his thick length. Saliva drips from the corners of your mouth in sticky strands that trailed down his shaft.
He was gentle in his guidance. His hand cradling the back of your head with a firm grip in your hair, urging you deeper while his hips rocked ever so slightly.
Satoru's arms were locked around your waist like iron bands. He pins you firmly to his face as his tongue keeps moving relentlessly into your pussy. He can barely breathe but he doesn't care. His strong hand grips your ass while he sucks on your swollen clit. That drew out a muffled moan from you.
The feeling was utterly intoxicating.
Your body was shaking, every nerve felt alive. As the pleasure built up to an unbearable peak, Satoru's grip tightened, his fingers digging into your ass as he pulled you even closer. You grind involuntarily against his face.
"Mmm that's it, take me deeper..." Suguru's breath comes in ragged gasps as he whispers words of encouragement.
The hunger in the room demanded more.
Satoru released his hold just enough to switch positions. He guides you onto your hands and knees while he gets behind you. His hard cock presses against your entrance.
Suguru moved with him, positioning himself in front of you. Satoru pushed slowly into your dripping pussy, filling you with one deep, stretching thrust. The pressure makes you gasp as he pushes inside, inch by glorious inch.
"You're so fucking tight," he groaned. His hands grip your hips steady as he fills you completely. You could feel his cock throbbing deep within your pulsing walls.
You whimper at the sheer size of him. The stretch burned.
Suguru was quick to silence you, thrusting his cock back into your mouth with a commanding grip on your hair. His length sliding over your tongue that left you a moaning mess.
Satoru's deep growls, Suguru's huskily breaths, and your muffled cries echoed the room. The intense pleasure made your fingers clutch the bedding.
Satoru leaned forward, his athletic frame arching over you, meeting Suguru's eyes. Their lips crash together is a passionate kiss, their tongues swirling in a battle for dominance. The wet sounds of their mouths mirror the slapping of skin.
Satoru slowed down, sliding out with a slick with plop that left you aching and exposed. You were shifted into missionary, legs spreading instinctively as Suguru positioned himself between them. His lean, muscular frame hovers over you.
His tip brushed against your soaked entrance, teasing before he pushed in deep. Stretching and filling you made you gasp. His thrust was steady and powerful as each one drove deeper. His dark hair falling forward as he lost himself in your pussy.
"That's it, take it all," Suguru muttered.
Satoru knelt by your head. He slapped his hard cock against your cheek.
"Let me feel that pretty mouth now," he said with a wicked grin. He rubs his tip against your bottom lip, guiding himself in as your lips parted. Cries of pleasure muffled around him.
Satoru's free hand trailed down Suguru's back, his finger tracing his muscles before dipping lower to rub circles against your sensitive clit. The tripled sensations overwhelmed you.
"So tight, so fucking perfect," Satoru groaned.
"Every inch of you is ours now." Suguru added.
The sounds of moans, wet slurps, and skin slapping sounded like a damn symphony. You pulled your mouth away from Satoru's cock, barely being able to catch your breath.
"Oh fuuck yes, I need both of you..." The words spill out of you in a lustful haze as you feel Suguru's balls slap against your ass. Suguru leaned down to capture your lips in a teeth clashing kiss. His tongue invades your mouth just as his cock fills you.
The keyboard's lingering magic whispered in your ear, urging you to push further. Your voice hoarse with need as you call out the next command.
"Com- computer~" you try to get out.
"Have her take both of us." Satoru interrupts.
Instantly, your bodies shifted in a whirlwind of motion. Satoru rolls onto his back and pulls you down onto his lap. His strong hands guide you to straddle his hips. His cock, still rock hard and glistening, slid into your dripping pussy with a single, deep thrust.
"Ahhh shiit," you cry out, your thighs trembling as you begin to ride him. Bouncing slowly at first, then picking up a frantic rhythm that had his head falling back against the pillows.
The stretch of him filling you was so intoxicating. Every downward grind sends jolts of pleasure through your core. Your breast brushes against his chest with each movement.
The overstimulation hit like a car crash when Suguru moved behind you. His hands gripped your waist with the firmness that you craved, positioning himself at your ass.
"You're so greedy for us, aren't you?" Satoru murmured in your ear. His hot breath mixed with the sweat on your neck as he thrust up to meet your hips.
Suguru pressed in, his cock pushing past the tight ring of resistance, stretching you in a way that bordered on overloading. The dual invasion makes your whole body quake with painful pleasure.
They pounded into you, Satoru's thick cock stroking your pussy while Suguru's drove deeper into your ass. The sensation left you breathless. Suguru leaned in close, his lips brushed your shoulder as he whispers near your ear.
"Take it all, mmh, let us r-ruin you completely." His sensual words pushed you right to the brink of your climax. The pressure is building up and about to burst.
"Come for us, baby," Satoru's dirty whispers grew more urgent. Their thrust got even harder.
Their encouragement shattered you. Your body convulsed in a blinding release that crashed over you, pulling them along.
"Aahh, shit... you b-both feel s-so good."
Their own climaxes erupt inside you with guttural groans and shuddering thrusts. Satoru's cock pulsed deep inside your pussy, spilling hot waves of cum that filled you up.
His seed seeps out around him as you collapse on his chest. Your breath is coming in ragged gasps as every muscle trembles from the aftershock.
Suguru followed after, his final thrust into your ass grows erratic before he stilled. His seed is flooding your ass leaving you with a feeling of being claimed.
You lay there sandwiched between them, Suguru's heart pounded against your back and Satoru's hands trace soothing circles on your thighs.
Yet, even in the blissful aftermath, the keyboard eerily sits on the bedside table, tugging at your awareness of it. A reminder of the danger game you've played. Satoru's fingers threaded through your hair.
"Fuck, y/n, that was incredible," his words sounded of genuine affection that made your chest tighten.
Suguru moved your hair and pressed gentle kisses on your neck down to your shoulders.
The night deepened around you, the soft glow of the street lights filter through the curtains. Satoru's hand slid down the interlock with yours as Suguru's breath was warm against your neck. You completely surrendered to the intoxicating feeling of satisfaction.
I've been disabled for almost 29 years. Here's what I've learned.
Tablets sink and capsules float. Separate out your tablets and capsules when you go to take them. Tip your head down when taking capsules and up when taking tablets. Liquigels don't matter, they kinda stay in the middle of whatever liquid is in your mouth.
If your pill tastes bad, coat it with a bit of butter or margarine. I learned this from my mom, who learned it from a pharmacist.
Being in pain every day isn't normal. Average people experience pain during exceptional moments, like when they stub their toe or jam their finger in a door, not when they sit cross-legged.
Make a medical binder. Make multiple medical binders. I have a small one that comes with me to appointments and two big ones that stay at home, one with old stuff and one with more recent stuff.
Find your icons. Some of mine include Daya Betty (drag queen with diabetes), Stef Sanjati (influencer with Waardenburg syndrome and ADHD), and Hank Green (guy with ulcerative colitis who... does a bunch of stuff). They don't have to be disabled in the same way as you. They don't even have to be real people. Put their pictures up somewhere if you want; I've been meaning to decorate my medical binders with pictures of my icons.
Take a bin, box, bag, basket, whatever and fill it with items to cope with. This can be stuff for mentally coping like colouring books or play clay or stuff for physically coping like pain medicine or physio tape.
Decorate your shit! My cane for at home has a plushie backpack clip hanging from the end of the handle and my cane for going places is covered in stickers. All of my medical binders have fun scrapbooking paper on the outside. Sometimes, I put stickers and washi tape on my inhalers and pill bottles. I used my Cricut to decorate my coping bin with quotes from my icons, like "I've seen enough of Ba Sing Se" and "I need you to be angrier with that bell".
If a flare-up is making you unable to eat or keep food down, consider going to the ER. A pharmacist once told me that since my eye flares can make me so nauseous that I cannot eat, then I need to go to the hospital when that happens.
Cola works wonders for nausea. I have mini cans of Diet Pepsi in my coping bin.
Shortbread is one of the only things I can eat when nauseous. Giant Tiger sells individually-wrapped servings of shortbread around Christmas or the British import store sells them year-round. I also keep these in my coping bin.
Unless it violates a pain contract or something, don't be afraid to go behind your doctor's back to get something they are refusing you. I got my cardiologist referral by getting in with a different NP at my primary care clinic than who I usually saw. I switched from Seroquel to Abilify by visiting a walk-in.
If you have a condition affecting your abdomen in some way (GI issues, reproductive problems, y'know) then invest in track pants that are too big. I bought some for my laparoscopy over a year ago and they've been handy for pelvic pain days, too. I've also heard loose pants are good for after colonoscopies.
Do whatever works, even if it's weird. I've sat on the floor of the Eaton Centre to take my pills. I've shoved heating pads down my front waistband to reach my uterus.
High-top Converse are good for weak ankles. I almost exclusively wear them.
You can reuse your pill bottles for stuff. I use my jumbo ones to store makeup sponges and my long skinny ones to hold a travel-size amount of Q-Tips.
Just because your diagnostics come back with nothing, it doesn't mean nothing is wrong. Maybe you were checking the wrong thing, or the diagnostic tool wasn't sensitive enough. I have bradycardia episodes even though multiple cardiac tests caught nothing. I probably have endometriosis even though my gynecologist didn't see anything.
You can bring your comfort item to appointments, and it's generally a green flag when someone talks to you about it. I brought a Squishmallow turkey (named Ulana) to my laparoscopy and they had her wearing my mask when I woke up. I brought a Build-A-Bear cat (named Blinx) to another procedure and a nurse told me that everyone in the hall on the way to the procedure room saw him and were talking about how cute he was. Both of those ended up being positive experiences and every person who talked to me about my plushies was nice to me. If you don't feel comfortable having it visible to your provider during the appointment, you can hide it in your bag and just know it's there, or if you're in a video appointment, you can hold it below frame in your lap.
Get a small bucket, fill it with stuff, and stick it in your bed (if you have room for it). I filled a bucket with Ensure, juice boxes, oatmeal bars, lotion, my rescue inhaler, etc. in October 2023 in anticipation of my laparoscopy and I still have it in my bed as of January 2025.
If your disability impacts your impulse control (e.g. ADHD, bipolar disorder), you should consider setting limits around your spending -- no more than X dollars at a time, nothing online unless it's absolutely necessary, and so on. Or, run these purchases by someone you trust before committing to them; I use my BFF groupchat to help talk sense into myself when I buy stuff.
Feel free to add on what you've learned about disability!
summary: after a long day, you crawl into bed not knowing a simple wrong window accident could lead to an unexpected (but very hot) visitor.
content: fluff, silly moments, first time meeting, cussing, Dustin being a menace to all
note: this is literally the first ever fic i’ve ever posted. if it sucks please please tell me!!! This is my rookie attempt at writing lol :)
part two: “…and you’re here too?”
It was the kind of night where everything was calm, everyone was tired, and you were just ready to crawl into bed.
Currently, your mom was sitting in the living room watching some show she had been eager to keep up with. You closed the front door and made sure to check what time it was, making sure you beat curfew, and passed by her.
“Hi mom! I’m back,” you called out, jacket and bag slung over your arms.
“Hi honey! Have fun tonight?” She sweetly replied with a smile as she stroked Mews gently.
“Oh, for sure-“ you tried to answer. To tell her all about the fun night you had hanging out with your best friends. But all good things must come to an end...or at least you heard that somewhere. That’s because you were soon interrupted by the root of many problems within your house.
Your younger brother, Dustin.
He came running through the hallway, passing the living room, out of breath. You weren’t unaware of these situations, as he was always sucked into some problem in Hawkins whether you liked it or not.
“Hey mom- ooh cookies! Sweet!” Dustin spat out as he skidded up the stairs hastily.
It seemed this always happened. Dustin couldn’t help it, it was in his nature to be disruptive. You rolled your eyes before tracking behind him up the stairs.
“Where have you been??” You raised an eyebrow.
This caused Dustin to whip over his shoulder as he gripped the railing, face all flushed by the sudden questioning, “uh, I’ve um, been with the party. Science stuff.”
“But you stink. And why is there dirt all over you?” You commented, looking over his appearance.
“We were outside. Just some good ol’ outside science,” Dustin sheepishly replied with a cheeky smile before staring at the ceiling.
“Bullshit. If it’s something important, you have to say something,” You snarked, knowing how many times he’s brushed over a serious issue.
Dustin dramatically rubbed his neck before groaning and trying to take more steps towards his room.
“Nope. You don’t get to go,” you snapped and forced him to face you, “I want to know if something is going on,” You crossed your arms.
“Jesus, what are you? My mom? It’s fine. I just said that a million times. Max called us over cause she found some weird stuff, that’s all,” Dustin sighed, as if it were a punishment to talk to you.
“Ok, fine. You’re lying to my face. This time I’ll ignore it,” You scoffed before going up to your room, across from his.
“Can I go to bed, please? Let it go,” Dustin says with an exasperated look on his face. His backpack, shoes, and face are all dirty. You can’t blame yourself for wanting to know what was going on.
“Yeah, I’m not your mom...remember,” you can’t help but chuckle, taking a final jab at your brother before shutting your door.
After changing, taking off your makeup, and decompressing, it felt amazing to get into bed. A feeling of comfort washed over you as you pulled the covers up towards your chin. A sleepy haze fell over you as you settled into bed, was it bad to say you had been looking forward to this all day?
Until-
Tap.
Your head jerked up and suddenly your attention was fixed on your window.
Tap.
Tap.
With apprehension, you swung your legs to the edge of your bed and got up. The immediate chill of your bedroom shaking you up. You sighed and pulled back your curtains.
To your surprise, the last thing you would expect to see on a Wednesday night.
Steve Harrington, in some knight in shining armor pose, was clinging to the drain pipe beside your window.
Your eyebrows met together with a mixture of shock and disgust, even if you didn’t mean it. Why was he here? Why wouldn’t he be at Dustin’s window?
There wasn’t anything wrong with Steve hanging around the party all of the time. If anything, it saved you gas from driving them around everywhere. It just seemed like Steve was always ending up involved with your little brother’s friends. Pretty odd for someone who just graduated.
You pulled back your sheer light pink curtains, to face him through the window. He had the same expression you did, even if he didn’t mean it either.
“Harrington...? Hi..?” You said while cocking your head to the side, crossing your arms.
“There’s another one?!” Steve bluntly exclaimed, trying to position him to the landing outside your window. No shit. Of course there was “another one.” Had Dustin never mentioned you before?
“Do you need to talk to Dustin or something? Wrong window by the way,” you moved to the window, lifting it up for him. You realized how little you were wearing, a simple silky nightgown, and how awkward this interaction was going to be.
Steve not-so-nonchalantly glanced over your figure, taking in your choice of sleepwear. He snapped his gaze back up as you cleared your throat, “Oh- uh, yeah, I need to tell him something...but now I- I think it can wait,” Steve feigned his smooth persona.
You scoffed, waiting for some other stupid remark to come out of his mouth. “Oh god, really? I can go get Dustin if you want,” you replied, giving a hand out to help him through the window.
Steve gladly took your hand, lingering before brushing his jeans off as he stepped inside your room.
He glanced around at the decor of your room, getting a first impression of you. Definitely not what you thought meeting him for the first time would be like. His gaze kept flickering over at your appearance, it was hard not to, as it wasn’t everyday you saw your friend’s sister in a short nightgown.
“I- I don’t think we’ve officially met, or have we?” Steve questioned, running a hand through his dark hair.
“I don’t think so. I mean, obviously Dustin never shuts up about you. But that’s different,” you stuttered out. You couldn’t help but ramble, it came naturally to you in both good and bad situations. But this specific instance, you couldn’t tell which one it was.
Before you could make sense of the state you were somehow in, Steve was already sitting down on your pink bedspread, crossing him arms. Great, now you have to talk to him. You tried to push away the fluttering feeling in your stomach, mentally kicking yourself for being this worked up over the Steve Harrington being in your room.
The tension in your bedroom could definitely be cut in half. You couldn’t tell if his intentions were to talk to you, or god knows what else. You stood there, clothed in only a short nightgown, looking everywhere but his gaze.
“Look, I’d love to, um, get to know you more. I guess,” Steve sputtered out, mirroring your crossed arms, “Wait. No. I mean it, I don’t “guess.” Shit,” He sighed as he slid a hand down his impossibly perfect face. Good to know he was trying to not make this awkward as well.
Just as you tried to respond, with the sweetest most impressive tone you could find, you heard a tiny bang against your door.
Normally, you would’ve ignored it. Thinking it was Mews brushing by, or the wind rattling your door. Luckily, it was loud enough to take the focus off your awkward conversation with Steve.
Suddenly, you head a faint string of cusses at your door, and the sound of things clattering.
You stepped towards you door, Steve following suit. You tried not to be affected by him being this close to you.
“Mike, stop! You can’t- dammit!” You soon heard your little brother on the other side of your door. Of course.
You sighed and exchanged an exasperated glance with Steve, with him knowing about the pain the party causes anyone around them all too well.
You cleared your throat, signaling that you could 1000% hear him by now. “Dustin Henderson, you have five seconds to leave or I’m never letting Steve near you again,” you had a hand on the door frame, speaking in an oddly-calm tone. It was the kind of tone you used before going off on your brother, you had picked it up perfectly from your mom.
No reply.
You decided to fling open the door, per Steve’s face egging you on. He thought this whole this was amusing, never having experienced the whole sibling-bond thing before. Sure enough, there he was, walkie talkie in hand, microphone up to his mouth.
“If any one of your stupid friends heard our conversation, you are dead to me,” you glared at Dustin as Steve let out small chuckles behind you.
The look on dustin’s face was priceless as he scrambled to pick up his things and run to his room across the hall, slamming the door hard enough to make you whip around to face Steve. This entire situation seemed to be pulled straight from a movie.
Steve ran a hand through his hair as he let out a deep breath. “Uh- great meeting you. Truly. Maybe under different circumstances this, uh, could’ve been better. I’ll go- uh, I’m going to go talk to him,” Steve brushed pass you, flashing a smile as he started towards Dustin’s room.
And there you were, left in a too-short nightgown and a dumb grin on your face as you imagined your brother being lectured by Steve Harrington.
pairing – garrett graham x nursing student!reader
summary – at two in the morning, nerves about returning to the hospital lead straight to garrett’s bed.
warnings – anxiety, sleeplessness, brief injury flashbacks.
notes from me – as requested here!!! guys we are so so so close to them being official i can practically smell it
word count – 1.4k
navigation – masterlist |
Her roommate’s snoring starts at 1:17 a.m., which feels personal. People breathe. People have nasal passages. People lie on their backs and rattle the walls while other people lie awake staring at the ceiling with their stomachs turning itself into wet laundry.
It’s fine. It’s a normal dorm-room ecosystem. Very circle of life.
Still, by 1:43, she’s lying on her side with the duvet pulled up to her chin, watching the red numbers on her alarm clock rearrange themselves every sixty seconds, and she’s started to hate every object in the room.
Her backpack is already packed by the desk, placement badge clipped to the front pocket, pens shoved into the little side zip, stethoscope coiled neatly. Her scrubs are folded over the chair. Navy. Clean.
The top has no blood on it. No torn seam. No place where a hand had yanked hard enough to drag her forward before she could plant her feet.
She closes her eyes and immediately sees the bed rail, which is rude, because she’s been extremely clear with her brain that they’re not doing this tonight.
She opens them again. The room is dark except for the line of streetlight slipping through the blinds, pale across the ceiling, cutting over the corner of her desk and the stack of makeup hours paperwork she has to bring to the ward tomorrow.
Across the room, her roommate snorts, rolls over, and keeps sleeping.
“Fuck this,” she whispers, very quietly, to nobody useful.
It takes less than five minutes to get dressed because her body has been waiting for permission. Hoodie over sleep shorts. Socks. UGGs. Keys off the desk. Phone, charger, badge.
She moves carefully, making herself quiet, like sneaking out of her own dorm room is a criminal act and not just a deeply pathetic return to the one place where her chest might stop doing that tight, stupid thing.
The drive to the hockey house is ugly and empty and too cold. The heater takes forever to kick in, and she keeps one hand curled too hard around the steering wheel, thumb rubbing over the same tiny spot of plastic until the skin starts to feel raw.
By the time she parks down the street, the house is dark in the way it only gets after everyone’s finally run out of noise. One lamp still glowing somewhere downstairs.
She lets herself in with the key Garrett had pressed into her palm two days ago like it wasn’t a thing. Like he hadn’t gone, “For emergencies,” with his mouth all casual and his eyes absolutely not casual, and she hadn’t said, “What kind of emergencies?” and he hadn’t looked at her for half a second too long before saying, “I dunno. You wanting cereal at three in the morning.”
The lock clicks too loudly. She freezes in the entryway, one hand still on the door, listening. Nothing.
The house smells like old laundry, boy deodorant, cold pizza, and the faint lemon cleaner Tucker keeps pretending nobody notices he uses.
She toes off her UGGs at the bottom of the stairs, then immediately picks them up again because Dean once tripped over one shoe and accused it of attempted murder for three days.
The stairs creak under her no matter where she steps. By the time she reaches Garrett’s door, her pulse has climbed into her throat.
His room is dark, the window cracked, winter air slipping in just enough to cool the mess of blankets at the end of his bed. Garrett’s dead asleep, shirtless and sprawled diagonally across the mattress. One arm is flung above his head, the other half-buried under the pillow, curls a dark mess against the sheets.
He looks unfairly peaceful for a man whose house she has just broken into with hospital-related emotional damage and footwear.
She stands there for a second, UGGs in one hand, keys in the other, and feels something in her chest loosen so suddenly it almost hurts worse.
Then Garrett shifts, barely, and mumbles something into the pillow.
“Hi,” she whispers. “Just me. Sorry.”
His brows pull together before his eyes open. Not all the way. Barely enough to count. “Hm?”
“Go back to sleep.”
He makes a rough, sleepy sound of disagreement, then lifts his arm without even looking properly, blindly making space for her with the kind of instinctive confidence that makes her throat do something embarrassing. “C’mere.”
She puts her boots by the dresser, drops her keys as quietly as possible on his desk, and climbs into bed beside him. The mattress dips.
Garrett’s arm comes around her immediately, heavy and warm, dragging her in until her cheek is against his chest and her cold feet are tucked carefully away from his legs because she has some decency left.
“Jesus,” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep. “You’re freezing.”
“I drove here.”
“At two in the morning?”
“Technically, one-fifty-something.”
“That’s worse.” His hand slides up her back, slow and absent, under the hem of her hoodie just enough for his palm to find the warm cotton of the shirt beneath. He smells like sleep and detergent and whatever body wash lives permanently in his skin now. “Hi, baby.”
Her eyes close. “Hi.”
“You okay?”
She nods into him, then stops, because the lie is too big for the quiet. “Mhm. Just… nervous about tomorrow. Couldn’t sleep.”
Garrett goes still for half a second. Enough that she feels his body register it, the words sinking through the sleep and finding the part of him that keeps track of her even when the rest of him is gone.
“What time?” he asks.
“Seven.”
His hand moves up to the back of her head, fingers sliding into her hair, holding her there without pressing. “I’ll drive you.”
It comes out immediate. Flat with sleep, but not uncertain. Like there are some things his brain doesn’t need to wake up to answer.
Her fingers curl against his ribs. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He shifts, dragging the blanket higher over her shoulder, then tucking it around her with clumsy seriousness. “What time we leaving?”
“Six-thirty.”
“Okay.” A pause. Then, even sleepier, “Six-twenty. You get annoying about coffee.”
Her mouth twitches against his chest. “I don’t get annoying.”
“Mm. You get tragic. Different thing.”
She lets out a tiny laugh, and it lands wrong for half a second, catching behind her sore throat like it doesn’t know what to do with itself. Garrett’s thumb strokes once behind her ear.
“And pick me up?” she asks, softer.
His answer is already there. “Yeah, baby.”
“I might finish late. I have make-up hours and they said they might keep me if it’s busy, but not, like, keep me hostage. Legally. Probably.”
Garrett hums, the sound low in his chest under her cheek. “Text me.”
“I don’t know when I’ll get a break.”
“Then call when you’re done.”
“What if you have practice?”
“I’ll figure it out.”
She opens her eyes in the dark. The words are small. Normal, maybe. Nothing that would look impressive written down. But they sit under her skin like warmth spreading back into cold fingers.
“Garrett.”
“Mm?”
“You’re mostly asleep.”
“Still smarter than Dean.”
“That’s not the standard.”
“Should be.” His mouth brushes her hair, not quite a kiss, too tired to aim properly and somehow worse for it. “I’ll get you. Okay?”
Her hand flattens over his side, carefully avoiding the fading bruise she knows is there without needing to see it. “Okay.”
The room settles around them. His breathing starts to slow again, chest rising under her cheek, his arm still locked around her waist like even unconscious he has opinions about where she should be.
Downstairs, the house creaks once. Somewhere across the hall, someone coughs. The whole world keeps existing in small, stupid ways.
She thinks about tomorrow. The badge. The doors. The fluorescent lights. The smell of sanitizer. The moment she’ll have to step back into the place that kept going after she left it bleeding.
Her stomach turns once, but Garrett’s hand shifts over her back, warm and broad and sleep-heavy, and the turn doesn’t finish.
“Baby,” he murmurs, almost gone.
“Yeah?”
“You’re gonna be good.”
Her eyes sting before she can talk them out of it. “You don’t know that.”
“Do.” His fingers flex once in her hoodie. “You’re you.”
She lies very still, because moving might make the words settle somewhere too obvious. Then Garrett, apparently satisfied with devastating her at two in the morning and calling it a sentence, falls asleep again.
She stays awake a little longer, tucked under his arm with her face against his chest and her cold feet slowly warming under the blanket, listening to his heartbeat thud steady beneath her ear like something boring and alive and reliable.
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A/N: Okay, by popular demand, I decided to make this into a series so after this one, I’ll have at least four or five more parts to this series as it follows the movie events. I also tagged those that asked for part 2/asked to be tagged. Thank you guys for your support!
Edit (7/11/25): Please do not steal or plagiarize my work, I worked hard on this series and have a lot of pride in it.
TW: Not much, just insecurity and a little bit of self deprecating thoughts really
Word Count: 2,097
Part 1 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7
SPOILERS FOR KPDH
“Great, (Y/n), you’re home!” Zoey cheered as soon as you came through the door, tackling you in a hug as you were trying to toe your shoes off.
You chuckled, managing to juggle the groceries so you could pat her back with one hand.
“(Y/n), where were you, we were waiting!” Mira grouched impatiently, her and Rumi joining you and Zoey in the entryway.
“Only for a little bit though, Mira, chill.”
You made an awkward face, “Uh, I was waiting for you guys to text me that you were done and you never—“
“Oh, (Y/n), you’ll never guess what we saw earlier!” Zoey interrupted you, taking the grocery bags from you to see what snacks you had gotten.
“Oh my gosh, you won’t,” Rumi agreed, looking at you with wide eyes.
“What?” You asked curiously, putting the groceries away as the other three separated out the snacks and junk food to take a mental list of what was there.
“Some demons,” Mira spat the word with a snarl, “decided to come after our fans by making a boy band.”
Oh that sounded too familiar to you. You froze. And then did your best to act natural. “Oh, whatttttt?” Okay stop, your voice is too high. You cleared your throat. “Really?”
None of the girls seemed to notice.
“Yeah, we’re gonna kill them tonight,” Rumi tells you. “So that means we gotta get battle ready. So, will youuuu…?”
You roll your eyes, “Yes, I’ll set out your battle outfits and make some dinner and bring it down to you guys,” You smiled indulgently at them.
“Yes! You’re the best (Y/n)!” Zoey cheered, pumping her arms in the air and throwing them around you. “And you’ll…?”
“Make you guys your pregame ramyeon? Yes, I’ll boil some water and bring it down with dinner so you can heat it while you eat.”
Rumi and Mira joined in the feral food cheering as the three made their way to the elevator.
“Yes!”
“Thank you, (Y/n), you’re the best!”
“Thank you, best sister ever in the entire universe!”
Sigh. Same routine as usual. They always took a few hours to get battle ready so you decided to go get their battle outfits down from the closet and make sure all the accessories and pieces were in place. And also set out some makeup and nail polishes that would suit their complexions and preferences while complimenting the black leather style.
After that, you started making dinner. Sometimes you felt more like an unappreciated housewife than the sister of an idol.
“Let’s go kill these guys.”
And, also like usual, you grabbed your backpack of first aid supplies and followed after them like a groupie.
To be honest, you really didn’t want to be doing this. They seemed nice back at their performance! They were just performing, singing their cute little soda pop song! And they were so nice to you too! Well… they were very flirty and that might have been because you were part of their target audience as a girl. But it was still very flattering!
Shaking your head, you remembered what they had said at the end of their performance, they were going on ‘Play Games With Us!’ right? You could probably watch it on your phone.
You struggled not to burst out laughing as the video streamed, they were all in baby high chairs with bibs with their names on them, in a hot sauce drinking competition! Baby was happily kicking his feet but everyone else looked like they were dying!
“(Y/n), come on!” A whisper-shout came from up ahead, they were holding the studio door open.
“Coming!” You shoved your phone in your pocket and jogged into the studio to join them. The four of you crouched in the sidelines of the studio, out of sight of the audience. And wow, it was even funnier to see in person.
“Once they come off the stage, we’ll jump down for the attack, and these boys’ll be…”
“Done, done, done,” the three snickered with gremlin smiles, sneaking away to get higher ground. Rumi turned to you as if she forgot you were there, “Oh, (Y/n), stay here out of sight or outside the studio, just in case. Okay?” She left.
“Yeah, okay…” It wasn’t like you couldn’t fight, you went through all the same training as Mira, Zoey, and Rumi. But the three often treated you like a helpless maiden when you went with them for demon hunts.
You turned your attention back to the stage, crouching in the shadows behind the backdrop of the set as one by one, the boys dropped out of the spicy challenge until it was just one of the hosts and Baby.
“It’s a dead heat between my handsome co-host and Baby Saja!” Baby was still sipping away at his bottle of hot sauce like it was just milk, content as can be. “Can our host catch up?”
Nope. He was red in the face and his eyes were crying. He gave up with a pop and a cry of, “So spicy! So spicy!”
The man collapsed forward. “No he can’t! Baby Saja is the winner!”
Baby pulled the empty bottle from his mouth with a pop, a nonchalant, almost bored look on his face, “Goo goo, ga ga.”
You had to slap a hand over your face to keep from laughing. ‘Oh my gosh! Spice KINGGGG! Iconic.’ In some way, that was hot in a way more than the spice itself. It was almost dorky in some way. It was… humanizing to see the so-called demon boys like this as they cheered for their maknae.
The segment was coming to an end and the host was starting to say the goodbyes when Jinu took the mic. You froze like a rabbit as he suddenly introduced Huntr/x as some surprise guests, a spotlight shining on the girls who peaked over the top of the set. You slapped a hand on your face, ‘girlssssss… how can you be so obvious…?’
It was really unfortunate when the leather of their outfits didn’t agree with the slide, making a slow, screeching descent as the crowd groaned. You and the boys had matching grimaces of second hand embarrassment on your faces…
And then they were trying to wrap it up and the Saja Boys were playing the bigger people by being respectful and humble, bowing to the girls, “It was truly an honor to share the stage with you.”
Seeing the positive reaction of the crowd, the girls tried to outdo them by bowing lower, “Oh no, the honor is ours.”
And then it turned into a bowing competition. You couldn’t help but widen your eyes at the boys, ‘These men were basically folded in half!!! Wow. Demon boys are really flexible…’ You slapped your face at the mental implications of that thought. And in the realization of the view you had of the boys from this angle. Wow…
Distracted by your mental embarrassment, you didn’t realize the curtains were closing and the boys were making their escape until a hand slapped over your mouth and arms were carrying you away.
Looking up, you saw that it was Romance, who gave you a sly smirk and a charming wink, “Hello there, sweetheart~” he cooed.
“Nice to see you again~” Jinu cooed as well, a mischievous grin.
‘WAIT! Did this mean they remembered you from earlier?! And was that Baby on Mystery’s back…?’
That kind of attention could go straight to a girl's head if she let it. Or her heart…
And now she was in some bath house. A men’s bathhouse to be specific. Absolutely done with your current situation, you couldn’t help but go limp in Romance’s arms, staring up at the ceiling of the bathhouse flatly. Why is this your life? Being kidnapped by hot demon boys?
“Awww, don’t worry pretty girl, we’ll give you back to your sister in a minute,” Jinu teased with a smirk as the boys took their positions for a dramatic encounter with Huntr/x. You couldn’t help but blush at the cute pet name. He called you pretttyyyyyyy…
And then the girls arrived.
Yadda yadda, followed them into the bathhouse, yadda yadda, simps for Abby’s abs, yadda yadda, stealing fans, clever evil snark, battle.
“Oh, don’t forget to protect your sister, too!” Jinu yelled and nodded at Romance, and then you were being thrown in the air towards a group of water demons.
‘Did this jerk really just throw you!?’
“Hey!” You twisted, landing on your feet and using the momentum to spin and launch yourself back at the boys, ducking and twisting easily between reaching demon limbs, “I am not. A. DAMSEL!”
Abs kinda shrieked in surprise, which was adorkable, and the boys took off while the girls with actual weapons started killing water demons. Jinu almost slipped on a puddle while making his dramatic exit which was also adorkable but now wasn’t the time for giggling at cute, evil boy antics.
Jinu was gremlin laughing cheerfully as you ran after them, your sister joining you in the chase and quickly overtaking you, slashing at Jinu. The two ended up detouring into a room in their fight and you kept going after the other four.
“I knew idol fans were crazy but I didn’t think it was this bad!” Abby called back to you with a smirk and you growled, your frustration giving you a burst of speed.
You leapt and ended up tackling Baby, causing Mystery to stop and come back with a protective snarl.
“I am not a psycho fan! I’m just trying to do my part!”
You twisted, having to let go of Baby as Mystery made a grab for you with his clawed hands. “And we’re just doing ours,” Romance was apparently joining the fight. It may have been a mistake going after the maknae of the group, it always drove the protective instincts of the rest of the group up the wall…
Leaping, twisting, kicking, punching, it was all you could do to protect yourself and try to keep them from running away until the other girls could catch up with the actual fire power.
“Do you own any shirts that actually fit or do you always shop two sizes too small?!” You couldn’t help but ask Abby as his abs flashed you before you kicked them.
“If it bothers you so much then stop looking, babe!” He smirks, twisting around Baby as the maknae swiped at you.
“Less flirting, more fighting,” the maknae drawled lazily. Your face flushed. From anger or being flustered, who knew. You knew…
“Not flirting!” You denied strongly, ducking under a high kick from Romance before jumping over a low swipe of the legs from Mystery.
“Awww, but I didn’t get a chance to flirt with her,” Romance whined. The four started moving faster, working more in synchrony as you struggled to keep up with all four of them at once.
You yelped when Abby and Mystery’s nails caught in the sleeves of your sweatshirt, the soft fabric tearing easily to reveal your arms. Panicked, you looked down and yeah. There they were. Your patterns. Your ugly, disgusting, demonic pattern.
When you were little, you used to use markers to color the space between them and make doodles on your skin out of the jagged lines until Aunt Celine caught you and berated you. She disciplined you so badly that you never even thought of doing it again.
And now they were on display. In front of four demons no less.
You hugged your arms, trying in vain to cover them, looking up at them. Their fight stances had loosened in surprise, their eyes darting across your arms to take in the darkening lines.
“Demon pattern…?”
You took a step back, terrified. They’ll tell Jinu and then they’ll tell Mira and Zoey and then the world and no one will ever accept you again. Mira and Zoey may accept Rumi as a fellow huntress but you? You who doesn’t matter? You who can only help with clothes and visuals? They’ll kill you in a second.
Having to pick between running and hiding or staying and keeping them from escaping?
You chose to run. Run back to the apartment by yourself to hide your skin.
And you didn’t notice how a foot took a step after you, a hand half raised to reach out to you, a lingering unreadable look as eyes followed you, a mouth partially opened to call after you.
Four demon boys left to question what just happened.
Outtake:
Huntr/x: “Can you believe it?! A demon boy band?!
You: “Yeah, it sounds like a good concept.”
Huntr/x: “… What…?”
You: “Yeah, hot demon guys coming for your soul? Fans are rabid for that kind of dark mystery. They’d sell their soul in an instant.”
going to school after arguing with your boyfriend heeseung. afab reader x senior boyfriend!heeseung
song recommended : love me harder
No amount of makeup could hide the dark circles and swollen redness around your eyes as you cursed your best friend Sunoo for recommending a cheap-ass concealer from Olive Young that was supposedly meant to hide every discoloration on your skin which at this moment was doing nothing but making your skin look even more cakey and miserable. Fucking scammers.
You muttered some godforsaken gibberish at your brother Jungwon, who was now full blown pounding on the bathroom door.
“Hello???? Are you wiping your shit on the walls?” His annoying voice at seven in the morning pissed you off even more. “you’ve been in there for forty minutes!”
He flinched a little when you violently kicked the door open, your wobbly lips meeting his squinted eyes.
“Are…you wearing makeup?”
You ignored your brother and walked past him to grab your backpack, leaving him fighting invisible comments inside his head ranging from insults to curiosity. But as much of an asshole as Jungwon was, he knew everything had a place and time, and currently your situation came before everything else. Most importantly, chasing after someone just to prove you didn’t care about standing your ground when something was wrong was pathetic. But unfortunately, this time you were wrong.
Small arguments and bickering between you and the senior you had started seeing almost six months ago were very normal, something Jungwon had always witnessed. As skeptical as he was about Lee Heeseung—the very person he looked up to, whether as the head boy of school, captain of the baseball club, or just the dreamiest senior as titled by almost every girl—actually liking you and ending up as your boyfriend, he realized at the end of the day it wasn’t his business. He knew you were fake as hell when it came to your feelings.
Even before dating Heeseung, you used to boast about how you never understood what was so special about him anyway, but the sight of you practically melting whenever he came to your class for choosing club volunteers or catching up with his brother Jeno, who was your classmate, was noticeable to literally everyone. The truth was, even you didn’t know how or why Lee Heeseung had started liking you. And you weren’t even interested in knowing. I mean, let’s just have some fun before both of us graduate, right?
But oh boy, you soon realized it was a lot more than just fun.
As much as you hated it, Heeseung loved riling you up just to get those little reactions out of you, which he thought were cute for some reason. Cute?! How dare he? You were almost the same height as him ( after tiptoeing a little, but that still counted! ) and you swore you weren’t any less hotter than all those badass female characters from movies Karina rented during sleepovers at your house. How dare he call you, the brother beater, cute? And you were so damn adamant about making Heeseung believe you weren’t just some cute girl he was dating. If he really wanted a cute girl, he could go date the pretty captain of the cheerleading team, Risa, who was practically waiting for you to slip up.
The one sided argument went on until you overdid it last weekend, right after heeseung lost an important match. He had just been trying to rest his head on your shoulder, teasing about how it was easy because of your “model like height,” but your already wounded heart took it as an insult and started arguing out of thin air. Heeseung expected you to understand he was only teasing, but you were also expecting him to realize you were tired of being insecure and wanted him to just pull you close already like he always did. But pushing the baseball team captain’s buttons was something only his girlfriend was capable of.
So you and Heeseung went practically no contact. And even when you expected him to text first like he always did, there was nothing. The next update you got was from Jeno’s Instagram story, a picture of Heeseung and Risa posted together, holding the new trophy Heeseung had won during Sunday’s match. There was a match on Sunday, and you weren’t even aware of it.
Karina scooted a little away from you, followed by a glance at Sunoo, who looked equally terrified noticing the metaphorical black smoke coming out of your ears.
“hey so… about the movie—”
“Go to hell,” you whispered, and that was enough to shut both of them up.
In the middle of classes, Heeseung came into your classroom exactly five times for five different reasons, which eventually annoyed even your homeroom teacher, who was usually a fan of the older boy. But everyone knew those were all pathetic excuses because whether he was asking Jeno for an extra pen, checking Riki, Jake, and Jungwon’s free schedules for baseball practice, complimenting Karina’s shit handwriting, or asking Sunoo if the movie plans were still on, everyone noticed how his eyes always glanced toward you just to see your reaction. The actual reaction came from Karina and Sunoo when you showed up in front of the movie plaza wearing a sleeveless dress that reached your mid-thigh.
“Girl, you look bomb but look at the weather,” Karina shivered while checking you out up and down. You ignored the goosebumps on your skin while kicking her leg lightly and turned to Sunoo.
“When is the movie starting?”
“We still have time, but Heeseu—oh, here he is!” Sunoo cut himself off and waved at the taller boy crossing the road. You gulped the moment you dared to look at Heeseung and immediately felt your throat drying up. How does he make casual clothes look so good on him? He took long strides toward your group, and then your heart dropped when you realized the figure behind him. Fucking Risa.
“Sorry, guys! Hope we’re not late! I’m kind of crashing y’all’s date!” she chirped, rubbing her palms together as a blush spread across her cheeks. Soon her eyes fell on you. “Oh my god, Y/n, aren’t you cold?”
You ignored her and grabbed Sunoo’s hand “let’s go.”
From the corner of your eye, you saw Heeseung open his mouth, but you ignored him completely. He could shove his questions up his ass. The movie was infuriatingly slow, and you cursed both Karina and Sunoo for choosing a romance genre knowing damn well you hated revealing your obsession with cute stuff and pda—especially when Lee Heeseung was sitting right next to you. You noticed Risa glancing his way, and you couldn’t help but feel weird.
Did he and Risa really grow close during these few days? Was your absence exactly what Heeseung needed to realize who his true love was?
There you went again with your overactive imagination. Your eyes welled up despite hating the fact everyone could hear you sniffle.“bitch why are you crying? This isn’t even a sad scene,” Sunoo whispered behind you.You replied by letting out an even louder sob. Karina looked around worriedly to see if people were getting annoyed, but she stopped soon after noticing Heeseung forcefully or maybe not so forcefully pulling you against him, your face pressed into his arm while your shoulders shook slightly. She smiled to herself, and her eyes met a very wide eyed Risa staring directly at her.
The movie ended with you missing more than half the plot and crying on Heeseung’s arm.
Burning with embarrassment, guilt, and ego, you stood up as soon as the credits rolled and started walking toward the exit with Risa trailing behind you.
“Y/n, wait!!”
You stopped in your tracks hearing her voice as she stood in front of you, panting a little from running.
“Oh my god you walk so fast!” You rolled your eyes “no shit, Sherlock. I’m tall.”
She flinched slightly at your aggressive tone but quickly broke into a shy smile again “I—hey, so I actually needed some advice from you…”
Your breathing sharpened as you tried calming your racing heart. What was it? Was she going to ask if you and Heeseung were still together? Or tell you to leave him because you clearly weren’t suited for him at all? Or worse…What if she asked how to impress Heeseung? Oh no no no no. Lord, this can’t happen.
“Is Karina single?”
“No, I can’t tell you! He’s mine!!”
Both of you stared at each other in shock as you recollected what you just muttered and what your ears picked up.
Risa was the first to break the silence with a gasp “oh no–no! You got the wrong idea! I—I…” she stammered while you mentally facepalmed. Oh my god. How stupid could you be??? Suddenly, you heard faint laughter of Karina and Sunoo behind you. Risa grabbed your hand desperately. “Text me once you reach home safely! I’ll be waiting for your answer!” You barely managed to give her a slow nod and watched her disappear into the crossing.
“Where did Risa go?” Karina asked, whipping her head left and right. As much as you were bubbling inside, you cleared your throat and sighed “her mom called her for some emergency. Speaking of which, I need to return home too…”
Karina and Sunoo exchanged knowing smiles immediately. “Aye aye captain,” Sunoo nodded. “We’ll leave you and your personal home walker alone.” he winked at you ignoring your fake ass scoff. As they walked away, Heeseung’s figure became visible again. He started walking toward you, making you take a deep breath, ready to settle whatever unfinished business you still had with him.
Once he stopped in front of you, you crossed your arms.
“Take off your jacket. I’ll give it back after washing it tomorrow.”
He immediately started taking off his jacket, making you irrationally irritated. You were just trying to act cute! How were you even supposed to wash that heavy ass leather jacket? Whatever. You were down to do anything for your stupid boyfriend anyway—You let out a shriek when Heeseung suddenly wrapped the jacket around your shoulders, warmth immediately engulfing your shaking figure “tomorrow’s a holiday baby.”
“Don’t call me that! I know!” you squeaked despite feeling your heartbeat thunder inside your chest. Heeseung giggled. Oh now he's giggling after stressing you out for days.
“You’re so cute when you do that by the way…” he whispered, instantly earning a smack on the arm from you. “Again? I told you not to call me tha—”
You got cut off when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer, noses bumping effortlessly “—and so hot when you keep riling me up like this.”
Blood rushed to your face so quickly and you felt your ears turning hot.“W-whatever…” you muttered before lightly kicking the pavement. “You’ve lost all your boyfriend privileges to call me any of those after choosing not to tell me about your baseball match last Sunday.”
“But I’m blocked on every platform” he buried his face into your neck, and squeezed you tight. You prayed he stay like that until the abnormal smile on your face was completely gone. Ugh he smelled so obnoxiously good too.
“yes and it’s going to stay like that”
Heeseung pulled away with wide eyes “the postal system is fucked up here, and I don’t own any pigeons. My baby please have some mercy,” he pleaded, his round eyes meeting yours and leaving your stomach in complete chaos.
“Fine…” you mumbled “not until you act cute in front of me.”
“Y/N.”
“I don’t wanna hear anyyyy excuzezzzz,” you sang while turning away and felt Heeseung’s arms wrap around you from behind.
“Seriously? You’re making me do this in the middle of the road?”
You burst into laughter when he awkwardly made a pathetic kitty ear pose. Then you tiptoed slightly and pressed a soft kiss against his lips.“Try harder,” you whispered against his mouth. “You’re almost there.”
𝜗𝜚 a little respect for women got sophia very, very far.
𝜗𝜚 gentlewoman! sophia x 7th member! reader headcanons fluff friends to lovers smut g!p sophia 1.3k words
⸻ gentlewoman! sophia who you knew there was something about her on the day you first met, she had a big sister energy for all the girls on dream academy, including yourself, but with you, it seemed like a special care.
“come in, i will show you your room, you will like it.” you still remembered how she had a palm at the end of your back and the other hand opening the door knob for you as she guided you in the corridors of the dorm. you all were hopeful, young girls far away from home and from your families, you were so scared, excited, but scared… sophi showed you nothing but gentleness. “your bags seem heavy, let me carry them for you.”
“you sure? you don’t need to…” you tried to argue as she got your backpack from your back and gently replaced your hand pushing your suitcase with her own.
“i don’t mind, it’s okay.”
⸻ gentlewoman! sophia who really, really doesn’t mind in helping you :( she’s always watching you on rehearsals, making sure you’re keeping up with every move, she brings you water through the breaks and asks you if you’re okay, if you need a longer break, complimenting your performance or bringing up points you need to improve without making you feel bad, she knows that it’s better if you’re being gently guided by her instead of the choreographers scolding you and being harsh.
“it was so good! just try to lift your leg a little higher on the third beat, do you think you can do that?”
⸻ gentlewoman! sophia who debuted with you, but even then, as you both cried your eyes out and hugged each other, a mess of tears and smiles from 7 girls who finally made it, she still made sure to dry your rolling tears with her gentle fingers :( taking extra care with your makeup as she did so, hugging you so tightly after <3
⸻ gentlewoman! sophia who you slowly fell in love with, a soft torture that you finally realized when the pressure of the survival show didn’t crushed your other emotions and feelings anymore. sophia was everything, and not falling in love with her simply wouldn’t be natural, she held your hand when you needed to, she let you take a 10minute nap on her shoulder when the rehearsals were too much, she opened the doors, she payed for the food when you went out, she fixed your hair and makeup mid show, she kneeled to tie your shoes and your heels without you even asking her for it, she checked on you constantly… a sweet, sweet torture.
⸻ gentlewoman! sophia who you knew, in your heart, you could never make a move. she was your leader, and a romantic relationship between members was way more than a break of contract, was something that, if it ended, the group would be ruined, not only your dreams or sophia’s dreams, but also for the five of your best friends… that was unthinkable, so you decided to hide it, never let it show, there was no reason for that, it would pass, eventually.
⸻ gentlewoman! sophia who made it quite harder for you by the way she kept treating you, acting like a devoted girlfriend who would go out of her way just make you happy and cared for.
sophi 💘: rehearsals were beating our asses today 😭 you need anything?
sophi 💘: i will have get us food, you can pick
sophi 💘: my treat!
⸻ gentlewoman! sophia who you tried to be away, to avoid her as you could while being in the very same girl group as hers, but on a after party after a long show with screaming fans and loud music, you finally lose it, sophia was being just too good for you to ignore, asking you if you wanted her to get you a drink, taking your hair out of your face with such gentle hands, looking onto your face with her shiny eyes… too much, just too much for you to handle.
⸻ gentlewoman! sophia who saw herself being dragged into the restroom by your hand, practically thrown on the wall and then your lips were covering hers, she was surprised, shocked even, her hands found your shoulders to push you back a little, just enough to be able to see your face, just enough so she could talk to you.
“what you’re doing?” she asks, a little out of breath, cheeks flushed, eyes confused. then you confess, how you’ve been wanting her for months now, how the feelings have been there since… since ever, how she made it so difficult by being her caring, sweet self, by taking care of you in every way, she listens, she smiles.
“i… i want you too, of course i do. you sure you’re not too drunk, mahal?” her tone, so gentle… ugh, you really can’t take it anymore, you kiss her again, harder, your tongue invading her mouth, your hands burying your fingers into her silky dark strands, she wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you close enough to feel her hard cock pressing against your tummy, you immediately bring a hand down to stroke her through the fabric, feeling the outline, so perfect, so hot… but she pushes your hand softly back to her face.
“no… let me take care of you, princess.” she murmurs against your lips, switching your positions so you were against the restroom wall, she kisses you slower then, wet, sensual kisses dropping down your body, your neck, your shoulder, your collarbone, then your breasts, she gives both of them a little attention, just enough to make your nipples hard and your pussy clenching around nothing. not for too long, through, quick enough her clever hands yank your dress up your thighs, pulling your panties to the side and one of your legs above her shoulder, her tongue finds your sensitive clit and with a moan, your head falls back.
“so beautiful… you taste so good, so good.” her muffled whispers against your wet pussy mixed with the sounds of the crowded party outside makes your head almost fuzzy, your only thought was to cum on her tongue, and she made it quite easier as she slide it inside you, deep, one hand moving up to play with your pretty tits.
⸻ gentlewoman! sophia who made you cum twice in her mouth before taking you back to the hotel, this time, on the bed, she took her sweet time with your body, she praised your bare skin as if you were aphrodite’s daughter, eat you out until your thighs were trembling and you were begging for her cock, but when she reached out the nightstand to grab a condom— none. not even a single one forgotten in the drawer. she cussed out and told you she would send someone to buy but you were just too needy to wait.
“no, sophi… it’s okay, please… i want you now.” your legs wrapped around her hips and you pushed her closer, her cock brushed against your wet lips and she gasped for a second at the feeling, using every ounce of her self control to not bury herself inside your warmth. “you sure, mahal? are you sure, hm?” she breathes against your cheek, kissing it softly as you nodded and then guided her inside…
⸻ gentlewoman! sophia who fucked you all night, her body between your spread legs, her body so sweaty and hot on top of yours, her face buried on your neck moaning how good your pussy feels around her cock and how much she wanted this, she pulled out every time, jerking herself off and cumming all over your tummy before thrusting in again and ruining you one more time, she made sure you were wrecked by the end of the night, legs shaking and body exhausted.
⸻ gentlewoman! sophia who took care of your tender body afterwards, she wiped her cum from your belly, kissed your face and caressed your hair, both of you too exhausted to move to take a bath, so she let you rest your head over her chest and listened to your breathing fanning out as you fell deeply into a very needed sleep.
