Dude, You Are Cooler Than A Vintage Cassette (Be More Chill x Reader Oneshots)

Deactivated (The SQUIP x Reader)

This chapter is dedicated to book SQUIP, who has made me very sexually attracted to Keanu Reeves.

I blame Ned Vizzini.

Rest in peace, Ned, and fuck you for making me want to fuck a fictional character who isn't canonically tangible.

Hope you enjoy this one.

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"Fuck, (Y/n)..."

Their lips attached to your neck, biting and sucking at your collarbone, sure to leave hickeys, the program pressed against you was all that occupied your thoughts right now. You ran your hands through their hair, tugging at the roots gently, drawing a small groan out of them to balance with the ones you were making almost subconsciously. The SQUIP let their focus wander, ending where they kissed you again. You gripped the sheets of the bed tightly, spreading your legs a bit farther apart than before. They stopped kissing you, separated, and sighed, propping themselves up on one arm and letting a slight smile cross their face.

You gazed up at them, the sheets clinging over their bare shoulders like a cape. You didn't expect the look in their eyes to soften before they moved their hand over to your face and brushed against your jawline, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear in the process. Your breath hitched. They swallowed nothing and tentatively kissed your nose. You blinked, the corners of your mouth lifting upwards. They sat up straight, the sheet falling off of them. Something was insincere about the smile on their face.

Frowning, you sat up as well and tried to lift their messy hair out of their face, attempts unsuccessful for the most part. You stuck your tongue out a little in concentration, trying again and again to get their hair out of hteir face.

You sighed, giving up, before looking up at their expression, the smile seeming a bit more heartfelt. "You're so cute," they mumbled, wrapping their arms around your smaller frame in a hug. Their body was a lot warmer than yours, you noticed as you leaned against them. The husky sound of their quiet laughter vibrated from their chest.

The feeling of their lean torso held so close to yours was overwhelming. You'd never felt like this with someone else. Well, you'd never really been this close to somebody else, physically speaking-or had you? All of a sudden you couldn't quite remember. Maybe it simply didn't feel like you were because you weren't emotionally close. Giving this epiphany some thought, you stopped paying attention to them.

Giving them a kiss on the forehead, you let yourself fall back down onto the pillow. The program crawled back over to you, only parts of their arms and legs ghosting past your sides.

Expecting them to continue, you were surprised when they curled up next to you and let their arm dangle over your shoulder, their chin resting on top of your head.

"What are we?" They asked gravely. Puzzled, you looked up at their handsome features.

"You mean... Oh." You paused. "I'm... I'm not really sure. I guess we're whatever you want us to be."

Their face went blank. "Well, I meant if there was any, um... romantic attraction."

"Maybe." Your fingers intertwined themselves with theirs. "But you're programmed not to have any feelings, right?"

"No, unauthorized to exhibit emotion."

"Then what are we?"

"I'm asking you!" They laughed quietly. "Humans are strange," they mumbled into your hair.

"Well, you said you're unauthorized, not incapable. So how do you feel?"

"I feel like you're a nice human."