Summary: Micah's response to your little video for him
Part 1
One whole week.
A whole week that you didn't hear from Micah. No text. No memes. Not even active on his socials. He pretty much dropped off the side of the Earth.
The days slowly trek by and with each one, your nerves start to become electrified. Each passing day made the worry within you bubble up. You can't remember a time when you two hadn't spoken for so long, pretty much being joined at the hip from the start.
Saturday, you attempted to distract yourself by doing a little shopping. The best thing to do when your boyfriend is ignoring you is to spend money on his card. Every transaction is a hope he would stop whatever devious plan he was thinking of and just talk to you. He shouldn't be punishing you when you gave him a gift.
You couldn't cover the pout on your face as you tapped Micah’s black card on the card reader. The shop owner was smiling so big at you as she saw the transaction go through. At least someone was finding happiness from your suffering.
As your items were being bagged, the speaker that was playing some jazz made a weird squeak before being cut out. You glanced up curiously as to what was happening.
“A little respect for women can get you very, very far~”
Your eyebrows shot up as the song started to play on the speakers. You turned around and you couldn't help letting your eyes flicker around the shop. A small part of you hoping.
“Offering to do anything, I’m like-,”
Then the music squeaked again before returning back to the smooth jazz. The workers looked at each other in confusion, but ultimately shrugged it off. You, however, were on high alert.
This was the work of Micah and you knew this deep within your soul. It was no coincidence that that part of the song played as soon as you checked out.
You quickly grabbed your bags and sped walked out the store. Your eyes crazily started to look around for signs of him.
He had to have visuals on you to know where exactly you were. Or unless he was tracking the payments on his card for your locations. There were too many variables. Was he here or was he far away?
“Excuse me ma'am,” a voice called out. You turned around to see a person running out of a random shop towards you with a phone in their hands. “I'm so sorry. We got a call just now from a man stating to be your boyfriend and he said he's been trying to reach you-”
You didn't even let the poor person finish as you grabbed the phone from the hand. You put it to your ear causing the worker to stop talking and take a step back for privacy.
“Micah, I swear to God, if this is you,” you hissed out, feeling like you were about to explode from so many emotions. This lying prick talking about he's ‘been trying to reach you’.
A soft little hum came out. Then you heard a deep inhale. You pressed the phone closer to your ear trying to hear what exactly was going on.
“Oh my god~” a loud deep groan came from the phone. Your eyes widen as your mind instantly recognizes that sound. Only one man can sound so deliciously pitiful.
To your absolute horror, the sound cut out with a loud beep. You pulled the phone away to see that the call had ended. You could only stand there frozen as the realization that this man had hung up on you.
“Oh, he's going to get it,” you grumbled out. The worker made a face at the comment. You handed the phones back to them with a small thanks before storming off back towards your car.
You tried not to slam your car door as you settled in. You wish you had your computer to find him. He had to have connected to the shop’s networks in order to play the speakers. Not only that, he knew exactly when you left the shop in order to make the call to a nearby shop. He would be so easy to find right now.
Your phone vibrated and you glanced at your car’s digital screen to see Micah's name appeared on your screen. Your finger hit the green answer button before your mind could process it.
“Micah, I'm going to strangle you when I get my hands on you,” you growled out. Your nerves felt so frazzled you couldn't even put your finger on what emotion you were feeling right now.
A small whine came through your car speaker causing your blood pressure to sky rocket. “You promise, kitten? You going to -fuck- you going to wrap those pretty little hands around me,” his voice huffed out.
The sounds of sheet ruffling could be heard in the background. Even fainter was the sound of Micah letting out small little pants with a little whine at the end. A sound so sinful that you couldn't help turning the volume up.
“Where are you at?” You growled, through clenched teeth. This bastard knew how to tease you. Just wait until you get your hands on him.
“Angel, I'm right where I belong,” he whined out, high pitched. Another low groan escaped from his throat followed by fast pants. ‘Your smell is everywhere. Oh I miss you. Come to me, please.”
Your mind was spinning trying to figure out where exactly he was while also imagining how he looked right now.
You could imagine his shirtless body splayed out on a bed. The way his brown skin flushed from exertion. The way his hand would slide into his pants, slowly, to build up the tension. The way he would grip himself so gently before building up that delicious rhythm that makes him squirm.
Those pathetic whines and whimpers he makes in the midst of pleasure. The way his hair would splay out against the sheet as his purple eyes screwed shut, the pleasure starting to become too much. The way his hips would drive up into his hands, getting impatient.
“Why should I come to you when you've been so bad?” You couldn't fold that fast. He was the one supposed to be flustered here, yet you're rubbing your thighs in your car seat.
A full moan escaped him. A sound so loud that it made the car speakers crackle. Fuck.
“I've been bad, so bad. But so were you,” a little soft laugh came from him. “You want to fish it out, but can't take it. Come on, Angel~.”
You frowned as you folded your arm. You didn't want to budge.
“You want me to beg, don't you.” You bit your lips as your thighs rubbed together again. The pressure wasn't enough.
“Please, Angel. I'm so hard for you. I haven't- fuck yes, ahh- can't, won't cum unless you're here. Please, I need you. I want you. Fuck-fuck. Please, please, please. You know where I am. Baby, please. I'll be so good for you.”
Your finger slammed on the end call button. Micah was crazy. He was so crazy, but you were crazier.
You knew where to find this piece of shit.
The drive to your apartment consisted of breaking every law possible. Nothing could stop you from getting your hands on Micah.
You slammed the front door open, barely taking time to throw your bags to the ground. Kicking your door shut, you started to beeline for your bedroom door that was slightly open.
The sight that created you was pure sin. Micah sat in your gaming chair, an arm gripping the back of headrest as he fucked up into his fist. His cock was so hard that it had turned red at the top, leaking furiously on his quivering thighs. His abs were sporadically clenching under the black compression shirt as his body seemed to be overstimulated.
His head lolled over to the side and a moan so loud came out of him at the sight of you standing in the doorway. Your eyes drifted to your monitors to see three different screenshots from your little video for Micah being displayed across the screens. The monitor in the middle was splattered with cum that was slowly dripping down it.
“I couldn't hold it, Angel. I really tried,” he whined out, however you could see the mischievous glint in his eye. His hand gripped his base as his thick heavy balls began to tense up. A slow hiss came from him and his thighs began to bounce.
He stood up slowly from the chair before stalking towards you. You could only stare up at him with wide unblinking eyes as he stopped in front of you.
His heaving chest looked so big in that compression shirt, barely being able to contain him. You couldn't even look too far down, knowing you would see his thick cock twitching so close to you.
“Are you mad? I know I was gone a long time,” he said in that soft, teasing tone. His hand reached up to brush the hair off your shoulder. His hand tugged your shirt strap to the side until it fell off your shoulder.
His head dipped down until his warm lips pressed against your skin. Gently, his lips drifted across your skin until it landed on that spot that had a shiver run up your spine. You could feel his smile forming against your skin at the action.
“Don't worry though. Every single waking moment I was thinking of you. Thinking of being right here with you,” he whispered lowly into your ear. His second hand slides up your back, spreading his warmth through you. With one sharp tug you were pressed into him. His cock nestled directly into your thighs. “You want to know what I was thinking about.”
You leaned your head back to look at his face. His blown out pupils made his eyes look black. You could feel his desire leaking off of him in waves. “Why don't you show me, Micah Yujin.”
The smile on his face curled around the edges as he began to look entirely feral. You could only respond with your own smile at him.
Two crazy people that match each other's freak.
Ahhhh it's done. I'm still getting use to writing smut and I just feel like my body is bursting on fire. Anyway, I hope the 10 people that see this love it.
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Hi! I'd like to request a Error 143 fic with the reader surprising Micah at his place when he is having a bad day with chocolates and flowers. Please take your time with the request, I'm in no rush. Have a lovely day!
MICAH YUJIN X READER
Thank you so much for your request <33
Happy holidays/ Merry christmas everyone!!
You had been noticing Micah's kind of gloomy behaviour for a few days now. It wasn't like he'd been discreet about it or anything. The lack of video calls you two had and the fact that his messages have gotten shorter immediately gave away that something was wrong. However, whenever you asked him about it, he just shrugged you off and insisted that he was fine. As any rational person would, you decided not to force him to talk about it, but that didn't mean that you wouldn't figure out a different approach to comfort him.
Now, standing in front of Micah's door with his favorite chocolate and a bouquet of flowers in your hands, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. You could feel your heart race in excitement as you knocked on his door. A few seconds passed before Micah slowly opened the door, seemingly not expecting any visitors as he now stood before you in his silly pyjamas. His tired eyes widened when you came into his view. "Surprise!" You said, your excitement evident in your voice.
"A-Angel...?!" He stammered his voice laced with disbelief as he opened the door further, inviting you in.
"What are you doing here?!"
You slowly stepped inside, worry evident in your gaze when you took in his tired features. "I'm here to cheer you up, of course." You said, holding out the flowers and chocolate.
His gaze softened as he gently took the presents from your grip.
"I- thank you..." he murmured, and you could feel your heart clench at how vulnerable and soft his voice sounded. "How about we put the flowers in a vase?" You suggested, taking the chocolate from him and setting it down on a nearby surface. He nodded quietly and made his way to the kitchen. You quickly followed after as he put the flowers in a vase, sadness still evident in his gaze. Without sparing a single second, you wrapped your arms around him from behind, holding him gently. You felt his breath hitch at the unexpected embrace. Micah let out a content sigh before he turned around, tightly wrapping his arms around your frame, taking in your scent.
"Thank you for coming." He whispered softly, closing his eyes. You responded by tracing soothing patterns on his back, letting out a quiet hum. "Anytime." You could feel his body melt against yours as a comforting silence surrounded you both.
"How about we watch a movie, hm?" He opened his eyes at your suggestion, a smile tugging at his lips "I'd like that". You slowly let him go, taking his hand as you led him to his bedroom, where you both settled in.
The movie played in the background, but neither of you paid attention, too engrossed with the comforting presence of the other to care for it.
An hour passed and you watched the credits roll before the screen faded to black. You let out a sigh and looked down seeing Micah fast asleep, his arms tightly wrapped around you. You cupped his cheek and gently caressed it with your thumb, pressing a tender kiss on his forehead. "Rest well, my love." You whispered, your voice barely audible in the quiet room.
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Hey People...so we kinda met visual novel interest goals .... barely lol...sad numbers BUT ITs OK IM SOOOOOO excited to write for visual Novels and I would love requests.
Like I said before feel free to request any visual novel.
i do have a list of those I have played so those requests will probably be written first as I know that characters but all are welcome.but because most popular games have NSFW content and or violence just look over my request rules(more are common sense and I don't do NSFW) but still.
hi I saw your masterpost and was wondering if you could write Micah Yujin x reader who suffers from asthma?? I don’t know if requests are open and I’m so sorry if they aren’t, no pressure at all
Sure! I personally don't have asthma, so I'm sorry if these aren't necessarily the most accurate. Most of my research for these things comes from Mayo Clinic and the NIH. I also went to the ACAAI for this one. These will be headcanons because they weren't specified, but if you want a short fic you can ask!
TW: Asthma Attacks, Hacking, Invasion of Privacy/Stalking
Micah Yujin with a Reader who has Asthma:
• He's a smart man. I mean, he literally found your address by hacking into your personal information. So, the chances are, he probably knows that you have asthma. Not only that, but what type of asthma you have, any allergies you have, what medication you take... you get the gist. The only problem he may have is knowing what exactly your condition may cause.
• Yes, most everybody knows asthma can cause shortness of breath and asthma attacks, but not everybody really knows the less noticable symptoms, or what to do during an asthma attack. That's not going to stop him from trying his best to learn! He's pretty internet savvy, so he knows where to look. Though, those pesky research papers have a bunch of medical terms he doesn't understand... What the hell is an etiology, or a toxicokinetic? He's probably looking at papers that are high above his medical knowledge or reading level.
• When the two of you finally end up meeting face to face, he's absolutely ecstatic! He also tries his best to accommodate for you in certain scenarios. If the two of you decide to go on a hike or walk, he'll try to go slower for you so you don't overexert yourself. If your asthma is triggered by certain dusts or allergens, he'll be keeping a sharp eye out for them to steer you away from it. He may seem to be extremely overprotective and worried about it, and he really is! He wants to protect you, but he's also painfully aware that he can't really do so when it's a chronic illness...
• If you ever end up having an asthma attack with him nearby, his first step is to internally panic. Yes, he knows what to do, but he's also terrified that it might not work. However, he'll help you sit down, use your inhaler if you have one, and get you to a safe place. All while he's internally telling himself stupid jokes to keep himself calm, and telling you words of affirmation to keep you calm. As much as he'd love to tell you the jokes he thinks of, he doesn't want to make you laugh or frustrate you while you're having difficulties breathing. Humor tends to calm him down when upset, but he knows others might get angry and think he's not taking the situation seriously. He'll tell you them after your attack passes, and you've calmed down, if you want.
• Micah is going to let you cuddle one of his dinosaurs, afterwards. If you aren't allergic to cats, he'll also let you cuddle Skrunkly. If you are, though, he'll put her into a different room for you, and vacuum the room after she's out.
• He's the type to completely forget about your asthma until you actually have a problem. Not necessarily in the sense that he'd forget to avoid your triggers. No, he'll remember them, and help you avoid them. It's more like it is second nature to him, now, and he doesn't think of your asthma as being "asthma". It's almost like he's forgotten that not everyone has the "smaller" symptoms, like coughing or slight wheezing while laughing... And that may or may not be because you're one of the few people he actually talks to. So, any small symptoms are seen as just normal, then whenever you have bigger, more serious problems related to your asthma, he'll suddenly remember that "Oh, yeah, you have asthma- OH SHIT-!" and begin panicking, because said "more serious problems" that most likely will make him actively think about your asthma are probably asthma attacks or extreme coughing fits.
• He's probably going to have a miniature checklist written down on things to bring with him whenever he's going somewhere with you. He's already been bringing a mini first aid kit with him just because it's useful, but now he's bringing a separate kit with your emergency inhaler and any medications you might need to take in an emergency, as well as a thermos of a warm, caffeinated beverage to drink if you don't have or use an inhaler. He saw somewhere online that caffeinated, warm drinks can help open the airways a little bit, so it wouldn't hurt to try.
• He's going to obsessively check in on the latest news considering research regarding asthma. Any new, scientifically backed tips and tricks on how to help ease the symptoms will be relayed to you.
• Also, is your medication too expensive? How about he just pays for it! He'll find a way to get the money! He can hack into a few places to... "borrow" a few dollars for it. Or a few thousand... Or million... No price is too high for your comfort!
• If you couldn't tell, Micah probably will be a bit overly anxious, at first. However, once he calms down and actually gets used to living or being around someone who has asthma, he calms down. It's all second nature for him at some point, and he's no longer actively thinking about it. From then on, it's all just a regular relationship! Or, at least, as regular of a relationship as you can have with an obsessive hacker that is probably stalking you... It's to protect you, he promises.
TV-G: ftm!reader, fluff, sweetness, micah being a little jerk, hacking (ofc), sleepytime reader
You tapped away at your computer, lazily writing a response to your friend's post. Your eyes began feeling heavy, and you considered going to sleep.
Ding!
Your eyes slowly opened and you saw a familiar hacking calling card.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
"Mmn... Micah..." You opened up your chatroom and began to call Micah. His face popped on the screen, smiling at him.
"Heyyy, loser."
"Mmn, hey, Micah..."
Micah cocked his head. "Are you tired? You seem like you're sleepy."
"I am..." You yawned and rested your head on your hand. "I was about to go to sleep, but then you called me..."
He chuckled quietly. "Ah... did you remove your binder?"
"Yeah, I usually do before winding down..." Your eyes slipped close. "Why, you wanna see something?"
"Of course not." He smiled softly. "I just want to make sure you're okay, yeah? Don't want you getting hurt."
You sleepily smiled. "Mmn... thanks, Micah..." Your head suddenly slammed on your desk and you shot up in your chair. It took you a moment as you looked around to realize that Micah was laughing. Hard.
"Ho-o-oly shit! You actually did that!"
Your face heated up and you glared at him. "Shut up, Micah!"
"Hahaha!! S-Sorry-! Hah! It was just funny!"
You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes. "Oh whatever..."
He slowly stopped laughing and took a deep breath in. "Oh... sorry. Are you okay..?"
"Yeah... my forehead hurts a bit." You rubbed your forehead.
"Aww, I'm sorry, pretty boy..."
You looked away. "You know how I feel whenever you call me pretty boy..."
"Well, you are one, y'know... a really pretty boy..."
"Shut up, Micah..." You tapped a few things on your computer. "I'm gonna go to sleep, alright?"
"Okayy..." He pouted. "Can we talk again tomorrow?"
"Of course, handsome."
His cheeks darkened and he smiled bashfully. "...Can't wait..."
