DEH & BMC x Reader

SORTA SMUT! Pleasure Gone Wrong (Evan Hansen x Reader)

I would just like to clarify that this is happening like a year or so after the Connor incident, so Zoe is out of da picture. Got it? Good.

Plus, Evan and Jared made up, so yeah.
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As Evan entered his house, squirming uncomfortably as his little problem got worse, he sighed in relief as he didn't hear his mom. Thank God she's not home.

He quickly ran to his room, dropping his bag near the door as he flopped down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't stop images of you from flooding through his head; you looked so beautiful today. Slowly, he pulls his phone out of his pocket. With quick precision he opens the Instagram app and clicks on your profile.

Photos of you flooded his screen. The most recent photo was of you laying in bed with a bottle of your mom's wine. It had a captain that read 'im bored and tipsy...dm me.' That night Evan wanted to dm you but he got too scared so he backed out, as long as you had no clue of his existence.. things would be fine. Right?

As he scrolled through your pictures he felt himself get a little more excited. As the pressure built up in his jeans his cheeks turned red with shame, he knew it was wrong but it felt so right.

Slowly, he inched his hand down to his area and slipped it into his pants so he could feel his boxers. With a burning face and winces of self pity, he started to palm himself through his boxers. While clicking on one certain selfie of you, he began to grind himself into his hand harder and faster.

"Ahh.."

He moans with pleasure as he gives in and begins to pump his clothed length. His groans and sharp hisses fill the room; the anxiety pills on the desk next to him forgotten. His brain begins to flood with scenarios full of you.

You in his boxers.
Your lipstick on his neck.
You wearing one of his jackets.
You squirming underneath him as he pleasures you.

"F-fuck, (Y/N)..."

Without realizing it, his pumps began to get faster and faster. A little too fast. Through the groans of pleasure, a yell escapes his lips as he looks down at his insanely painful arm. Jared Kleinman predicted the future.

Evan Hansen had just broke his arm from jerking off to your Instagram. What the actual fuck.

As the numbness began to fade away, he looked down and saw his cum covered hand, which was attached to his newly broken arm. With a shaky breath, he called the only person he could think of calling. The one person who was definitely going to never let him live this down. Jared Kleinman.

"Yello?"

"H-Hello, Jared?" Evan whimpered.

Jared's voice flooded the phone speaker with instant questions. "What's wrong, dude?"

Evan hesitantly answered, "I, uh, may have broke my a-arm again."

Jared sighs. "Another tree?! Or have you just not gotten over Zoe and you decided to take a quick trip to happy town on her Instagram?"

"L-Look, nows n-not the t-t-time to discuss this," Evan started to panic, "I just need you to come get me and maybe get me to a h-hospital."

Jared laughs incredulously. "Dude! You totally went to her Instagram!"

"No-"

"Oh man, this is great."

"That's not what h-"

"You broke your arm while busting a nut!"

"Sto-"

"Man, you are in some deep shit!"

"IT WASN'T ZOE'S PAGE!"

"...."

Evan breathed heavily in the phone. His arm was starting to hurt really bad and if Jared was coming to get him than he needed to clean up.

Jared was the first to speak, "So...who was it?"

Evan groans as the name spills through his lips...

"(Y/N) (L/N)."

The boy on the other end of the phone was shocked. Everyone knew who you were. You appeared so put together to everyone who passed you.

"(Y/N). Fucking. (L/N)..."

"Y-Yeah." Evan's voice cracked.

"Dude, she's like WAY out of your league! I mean, c'mon, she's like hella hot and smart and memey and-"

Evan cuts him off, "Yeah, I know, Jared."

"Wait so let me get this straight- you just broke your arm from jerking off to (Y/N)'s Instagram and now you need me-" Jared cut himself off with his own laugh, "to come pick you up."

Now Evan was just getting pissed. His arm is broken, doesn't this asshole get that?! But as the pain began to flood his arm he felt his eyes droop and his mouth slack slightly. I cannot pass out right now.

Just in case, he wipes his hand off as much as he could without his arm hurting. He buttoned his pants too.

"You there?" Jared asks. "You cannot pass out on me man!"

But Jared's voice started to fade and Evan felt himself slipping into unconsciousness. "Come get me or... or call an a-ambulance..."

Jared shouted protests to Evan for not to fall asleep: STAY AWAKE! But alas, Evan drifted off into his mind with the thought of you on his mind; the pain in his arm forgotten.
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A/N
Wow this was bad!
I'm sorry for it being so crappy, I just wanted to write something and this cake to mind.

BUH-BYE!