#it’d be one thing if the two campuses were close together but they’re more than 20 miles apart

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SYNOPSIS: you need a roommate, and you love eggplant. [college au]

WORD COUNT: 3.7k

WARNINGS: photographer/roommate!ellie, ocs an artist with a reputation :p, they’re both rude as shit, crack, all ocs are black coded yeeahhh yeah, awkward meetings, slut-shaming, brief cunninglingus, mention of eviction, smut later yall know tha vibes 

two. three. four.

A/N: short part just stay w me lemme cook... excited 2 write this lets get this shit yall

“W-What do you mean you’re moving?” 

Your roommate and best friend wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you close. Tears flooded in your eyes as she whispered the daunting news, your heart cracking in your chest. 

“I’m moving soon, stink.” Too soon, according to her. She’ll be gone by next week. Amaya snickered sadly as she cooed in your temple. “It's for good reason, though.”

Your ears perk, a curious hum vibrating her shoulder. 

“I got that internship— “

All sadness melds into excitement for your favorite person. You leap into her arms with squeals of congratulatory joy, planting smacking kisses all over her squishy cheek. 

“Oh my god! You should’ve said that first, bitch! What the fuck!” You wipe your tears on her hoodie. 

Her laughter rattles through your neck, “I just found out after class! I almost got hit by a fucking bus reading the email.” 

Amaya sets you down, rambles about her new position as a songwriting intern spilling from her like an overfilled glass. Tears of joy flow from you and her as she retells every detail about her acceptance. She’s leaving in a week and a half and going farther than you thought. 

“Girl… you’re really moving to New York?” 

“Only for like… four months, max. But yeah… Boutta be on BET come next year— “

“Maya.” 

“Hm?”

“… I can’t pay rent by myself,” you whisper, cringing and embarrassed. 

You hate to ruin her moment, but you’re concerned; Living off campus isn’t cheap and moving in the middle of the semester is less than ideal. It’d be a fucking hassle, and — to be frank — you’re not a people person. 

People like having you around because you’re fun, sure. But your reputation isn’t what you hoped for it to be when you moved out of your dad’s place for school. You wanted to be recognized for your creativity, and while your professors never hesitated to praise your talents, your peers failed to see past the status that was placed upon you. 

Frankly, you’re deemed as a dumb whore, especially after your falling out with one of the campuses best softball pitchers. 

It wasn’t even your fault. One raunchy snap to the wrong person and people think you live for sex and sex only! Just when you think everyone is over slut-shaming… 

“You thought I was gonna leave you to fend for yourself? Guess what I did.” 

Oh God. “What?” 

She twiddles her fingers together villainously, “I may or may not have set up an application on the student homepage— “

The small glimmer of hope washes away, shoulders dropping, fingers coming up to massage your temples.  

“Maya…” You exhale, trying to keep calm, “You know those things don’t fucking work!” 

Roommate compatibility is a fucking scam. No one ever notes how they actually are in the application. You think you’ve found someone that’s clean, quiet, stays out of your space without permission and the next day you find dead roaches under your couch. College attendees have no idea what bleach is and it makes you sick. 

“Damn… you’re usually optimistic.” 

“I’m optimistic about good ideas. I’m gonna be living with a fucking freak from Craigslist, thanks a lot.” 

“C’mooon! You’ll be fine, babe, trust me.” Amaya wraps her arms around your neck once more, wetly smacking your cheek before turning to paddle to her room. “Plus, you’ll meet someone new!”

When you don't follow, she spins. She must’ve noticed your impassiveness, poutingly asking to help me pack? Tears overwhelm your ducts once more, quietly taking her extended hand as she leads you to her bedroom. 

DAY ONE of roommate searching began, and you were already prepared to move back in with your dad. Amaya had enough time to orchestrate the housing agreement with you, making sure to highlight some of your most important characteristics in a roommate. One of the main ones being cleanliness. Some form of organization. 

DAY TWO was easier… Someone finally made it to the in-person interview stage. They didn’t make it far, though; They wouldn’t stop smacking their gum and it drove you crazy. Back to square one. 

DAY SIX came around and you were losing hope; Why are frat boys applying to live with you? You’d rather jump into oncoming traffic than house with any of Abby’s annoying, dirty friends. You've seen their house on numerous occasions and it never fails to make your skin crawl. 

It’s DAY THIRTEEN, and Amaya’s gone. After the sobbing fit with your best friend at the airport earlier, you got back to work. 

DENY REQUEST. 

…

DENY REQUEST. 

…

DENY REQUEST. 

You sigh in exhaustion and lean back in your chair. If you don't take a break from your screen in the next five seconds, your eyes will bleed. 

Why are people… so odd? 

The number of applications you’ve had to deny in the last week is criminal; Why are cis-het men continuously filling out applications knowing they’re not welcome in your space?! 

Even the people that made it to the in-person interview stage are incapable of being… not strange. You’d rather die than live with someone who collects dead maggots in mason jars (yes, you did almost call the police when they described their fascination with death in depth)!

All you need is one fruitful application with an identity to match! Just one. 

Amaya still calls from New York whenever she has a moment of peace to see how the roomie-search is going, but you can’t ignore the sadness that fills your heart every time she misses a call. Her laughter is gone, and your day-to-day life feels empty. 

They’re already working your bestie to the bone; You hope she can feel your encouragement from thousands of miles away. 

You scroll and click, scroll and click, scroll and deny deny deny until you pause, your eyes skimming over the application with a familiar name. 

ELLIE WILLIAMS. 

Ellie from stats, you instantly recognize. Curiosity perks and your brows furrow, sipping lukewarm tea as you skim over her contact information, her pet preferences, all the way down to her additional commentary. A snicker left at her blunt statement. 

temporary request. my last roommate moved and i’m poor. just waiting on this job approval. 

… Ellie in a nutshell. How relatable.

At least she’s not a complete stranger. Every interaction with her stirs in your mind as you jot her number down on a lone sticky-note. They were nothing special from your perspective: the two of you exchanging notes, her holding the door open as everyone scurried out of class, you asking for a pencil (and her asking for it back after the lecture), and you can’t help but wonder why she would want to apply to share a space with anyone, let alone you. 

She's only ever been described as standoffish by your peers. From the outside, Ellie’s blank. Flat tone, flat expression, plain appearance, and the fact that you never know what she’s thinking is unsettling. You’re thrown off your game whenever she’s near and you hate it. 

But the spot is temporary; Amaya will be back in a couple of months, and it seems Ellie’s leaving sometime soon by her small note. 

You down the rest of your tea and stretch where you sit, pondering. Trying to imagine Ellie in your space.

“I don’t know why I can’t take Maya’s spot. I’d make an excellent roommate.” 

Your expression flattens, glare piercing through your good friend. 

Abby scoffs, “C’mooon! I mind my business...” She pauses, leaning across the table, nearly knocking your coffee over. Her whispers send a shock down your spine, “…and I give good head. I’m a package deal.” 

A brow raises. Abby’s sweeter than candy and she puts it down, but you already made the mistake of living with someone you fucked before, and you vowed to never do it again. If Amaya hadn’t given you a place to stay after the blow up between you and your ball-throwing sneaky link, you’re not sure where you'd be. Definitely not a student; The stress would’ve forced you to collapse. And drop out. 

“Sorry, stink. Not happening.” 

She rolls her eyes, “Whatever.” She takes a sip from her drink, “Can’t believe you’d let that freak in before me.” 

You pause. “You’re a freak, too— “

“I’m the good kind!” She searches like someone’s watching her, voice dropping to a whisper, “Ellie’s fucking weird, dude. When’s the last time you’ve seen her interact with anyone? A literal fucking NPC. All she’s programmed to do is stand and look.” 

“And give out pencils,” You interject with a snicker, “Who cares. I don’t like most of the idiots here, either. I barely put up with your ass.” 

Abby raises her glove-covered palms in surrender, “Fuck it. When I see an alert about a missing student, I’ll know who it is.” 

“You’re so fucking extra— “

DING!

Your neck cranes towards the opening cafe door, shock surging through your body at the sight of the NPC in question. Ellie silently stands at the back of the line, headphones secured on her head and nose red from the cold, classically bored expression plastered on her face. 

“Oh, this is hilarious,” Abby huffs, “Go greet your new housemate.” 

Another glare is sent in her direction, “Can you shut up? Her name’s not on any lease. I barely talked to her.”  

“Do it now, then. Triple dog dare you.” Abby smirks behind her cup. 

You sigh and raise from your seat, “You’re a cunt.” 

“The wettest. Go.” 

You flick her forehead before making your way over to Ellie, who’s mindlessly scrolling through her phone. Her sniffles get louder with each step you take, metal music blasting through her speakers. 

You tap her shoulder and she jumps, sliding one of her ear cups over to hear. 

“Hey, Ellie,” you smile politely. 

“… Sup,” she mutters hoarsely, turning her body towards you, eyes filled with… nothing. Expected. 

Silence passes, and you fill it, “I got your app yesterday. Just wanted to come and introduce myself.” 

“Alright.” 

More silence. You can see Abby out the corner of your eye, mockingly swiping her tongue between her index and middle finger. You flush and stutter, and Ellie’s staring like you have two heads. 

“I, uh… yeah. I’ve been having interviews with some people that submitted a form. You free sometime this week?” 

“Uhh…” She glances down at her phone. “Yeah. Around five tomorrow.” 

More silence. Fuck, this is awkward. 

“… Cool.” You pull your phone out and text her saved number, the alarm ringing from her phone. “That’s me. Just call before you stop by.” 

She nods and turns her back to you, cranking her music to full volume. You gawkily shuffle where you stand before hustling back to your table, Abby cackling to herself. You plop down and kick her under the table, but she laughs harder. 

“What’d I say!” 

“Not a thing,” You hiss, “She’s just a little awkward. It’s not that serious.” 

“Oh, yeah.” 

“Oh yeah what.” 

“She’s definitely your fucking housemate.” She tsks in disappointment before a smirk appears, her eyes darkening. “Can I eat it one last time before she moves in?” 

A jolt surges in your tummy, your hand closing into a fist. You kick her again and she giggles. 

Time passes as you and Abby’s conversation carries on like normal. Another ding rings through the coffee shop after some time, and you watch Ellie’s backpack bounce as she rushes down the sidewalk; Abby’s rambles about a soccer player she’s trying to smash sound like gibberish. 

Ellie has a Spider-Man charm and laminated polaroid latched onto her zipper. 

… Cute. 

You’re going to fail statistics over a random.

Your professor’s voice sounds like white noise; Every pause she takes is used as an opportunity to sneak glances at Ellie. None of your notes are useful; The doodles and sloppy scribbles are solidifying that incoming F, for sure. Only fifteen minutes until you’re out of here. 

She’s two seats down from you, jotting down whatever she deems necessary for the midterm. You didn’t even register her answering the professor’s question, her rosy lips curving around her teeth with each syllable. 

Ellie blinks slowly, twice, three times before her eyes lock with yours, brows furrowed, evidently confused at your gawking. 

Your stomach drops with your gaze, fingers curled tightly around your pencil. 

The lecture finally comes to a close as your thoughts flurry, wordlessly shoving your books into your bag. A light tap on your shoulder yanks your attention. 

Ellie stands before you, puffer cinched under the bands of her backpack and cheeks just as rosy as before. 

“Hey. Can we switch the time?” 

“Huh?” Don’t stare, don’t stare. 

She sighs, “The time for the interview. Can we change it?” 

You blink dumbly, “Uh… sure. To what time?” 

Agitation creases her brows. “Now. Something came up and I can’t miss it.” She pauses, eyes flicking awkwardly around the room, weakly adding, “If that’s okay.” 

“Um… yeah, no problem…” You peer at the clock on the wall, “You want a coffee?” 

A slight wince from her. “… Yup.” 

She clearly doesn’t by the way her fingers are anxiously tapping on her thigh, but you nod nonetheless, hurriedly grabbing your belongings and leading her down to the student lounge. 

“I don’t want you thinking this interview is one-sided,” You pray your gentle smile is calming the evident nerves of the freckled girl. “You can ask me anything you want, as well. If you have any concerns, any questions, shoot.” 

Ellie’s eyes are glued to her coffee cup, but her head bobs, expression void. Silence simmers between you. 

“I usually start these off with an icebreaker to get the jitters out! Just list three facts about yourself and I’ll follow.” 

Ellie’s lone hand comes up to scratch underneath her ear before meeting your gaze. Her eyes are so pretty; Too bad there’s nothing behind them. 

“Or I can go, sure, so!” Your hands clap together, “I’ll start with myself. I’m majoring in graphic design, I’m secretly a theater nerd, and I dream about owning an eggplant farm.” 

The girl before you clearly didn't expect that last statement. Her brows crease and the corner of her lip arches upward in a barely-there smile. Foreign to her face. 

“That’s not a fact,” She mutters, the shell in her pupils cracking. Just slightly. 

“Who cares, I love eggplant. Best vegetable by a landslide.” 

“Sike.” 

You scoff in disbelief, “What?” 

“Everybody on the planet knows that squash is god-tier— “

You squint, “Squash? Are you deadass?”

“It’s fucking versatile!” Ellie’s voice pitches higher, and your grin widens, “You can put it in everything and you don’t have to do much. Eggplant sucks up everything in the pan and still comes out soggy and tasteless— “

Choked laughter leaves your mouth, “If you don’t know how to cook, just say that.” 

Her mouth drops in exaggerated shock. “I know how to fuckin’ cook.” 

“Right.” 

“I do, what the he— “

“Fun fact about Ellie: she can’t cook!” You kiddingly sneer. She chuckles and shakes her head, tongue poking the inside of her cheek. You almost miss her statement, “I take pictures.” 

“Hm?” 

“I wanna be a professional photographer... At some point. I take pic— “

Ellie’s phone vibrates on the table and she leaps into action, snatching her bag from beside her and standing from her seat. 

“Wait— “

“I gotta go,” She mutters as she straps her bag around her shoulders. “Sorry. See you later.” 

Ellie throws some bills on the table before dipping, her phone pressed against her ear, rambling about making time. She barely touched her coffee. 

Could’ve been worse, you utter to yourself. 

Days pass, and you don’t hear from Ellie. 

When you saw her in stats two days after the interview, she hardly acknowledged you, morphing into the hermit that you knew her to be. You noted how tired she looked, though. You would’ve asked if she were okay if she hadn’t run out of class without a word. 

You’re weighing your options: allowing a random oddball into your apartment, or allowing a random oddball who hates eggplant into your apartment. Rent is due next week, and Amaya’s space is still vacant. 

At this point, the roster is almost nonexistent, and Ellie was the least concerning candidate. Despite Abby’s concern, she doesn’t seem like the type of person to bury dead bodies in the front lawn. 

“I dunno, friend. She’s a little weird. Getting mad incel vibes from her.” 

Your eyes roll back into your skull as you munch on cashews, “You’re getting vibes from someone you never talked to. She seemed cool at the interview.” 

“Yeah, 'cause vegetable debates are so note-worthy,” Amaya scoffs. 

She’s starting to sound a little too much like Abby, “I think y’all are forgetting that this is a temporary solution. I’m not tryna spend the rest of my fucking life with her! I need rent paid and she needs a place to stay for a few months.” 

Your best friend’s sigh drags through the line, “Alright… It seems like you made up your mind.” 

“Like I said, rent is due. I don’t have many options.” 

“Stop stressing. You found my replacement, apparently.” 

She pauses before hollering, “BITCH, IT’S SATURDAY! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU INSIDE? WHERE’S ABBY?” 

“Out smashing soccer players.” You huff. 

“Damn… My fault.” 

“I’m chilling. I just need head.” 

“Go out! Find somebody!” 

You groan, “Then I’ll have to shave— “

“Nair exists, you bonehead! Just go! You keep calling in a bad mood and it’s getting on my nerves!” 

You ponder and glance at your digital clock. It’s not even ten… Abby did tell you that Kappa was throwing.

“I can hear the engines turning in your big head. Bye.” 

Laughter explodes from you at the dial tone. 

“Hey, Siri… call Abby.” 

“CALLING ABBY BIG DICK SLUT— “

Tonight has been a blur since you left your apartment. 

You remember making it halfway through Blam Boom before your speaker died, downing your last couple of shots of 1800, and Ubering to the location Abby pinged. 

It only took a few minutes for her to scoop you up onto the packed kitchen counter and shove her tongue in your mouth. One shout of I’m horny from you and she was yours for the rest of the night. 

Now you’re pressed up against some bathroom sink upstairs, Abby’s head shaking between your legs, your jeans and underwear flung onto the shower rail. Each flick of her tongue is both clumsy and precise, applying pressure exactly where you need it. 

Your clit’s throbbing under her tongue, the muscle igniting the flame in your tummy as your climax builds, zaps in your spine. Cries of her name meld with the booming music from outside, the walls rattling like nerves in your toes. 

Abby’s gorgeous under you, you know it, the drunk part of your brain knows it, your desperate cunt knows it, but you’re no longer thinking about her compared to earlier. Your mind is elsewhere, somewhere it shouldn’t be. 

You’re thinking of freckles. Green eyes instead of blue. Chapped, rosy lips, and you don’t know why. But you succumb to it. Ellie’s trapped underneath your eyelids, crowding your senses, your empty head suddenly full of images of her in any way you could conjure. 

Your orgasm shatters you, but you’re silent, trembling hand glued over your mouth as Abby groans in your cunt. She’s a doll, easing you back down to earth, dragging your underwear and pants up your shaky legs and getting you back home safely. 

When you’re showered and your teeth are brushed, she tucks you in, gently kissing your forehead. You beg her to stay with you, but she declines with I know how you get before silently departing. 

Your phone is squeezed between your fingers after minutes of trying to sleep, eyeing Ellie’s saved contact until darkness overtakes you. 

The pounding on your door is worse than the ones from inside your skull. Fuck Tequila, from the bottom of your heart. Waves of nausea crash over you with every waddle, hobbling your hunched form over to yank the front door open. 

A bored Ellie stands in front of you, a large camera and headphones hanging from her neck, seemingly cozy in her sweater and puffer, large duffel bags packed to the brim with clothes dangling from her shoulders. Your cheeks warm instantly. Gray sweats, gray sweats—

“I’m here,” She states plainly. 

“… Why?” You croak.

Ellie’s seems just as confused as you, her eyes piercing as if her appearance is obvious. 

“To move in.” 

“… Why?”

Ellie sighs and snags her phone from her jacket pocket, swiping a few times before nearly blinding you with her screen. 

Your jaw nearly hits the floor. When the fuck did you send that? 

“So, I’m here,” she slips her device back in her pocket. “Which room am I in?” 

“E-Ellie, uh… there's been a mis— “

“Look,” she holds her pale, veiny hands up. “I don’t wanna beat around the bush anymore. I got evicted and I need a place to stay until I secure this job. I’m willing to put down whatever’s needed for rent but I don’t have time to bullshit.” 

Ellie proceeds, sarcasm slipping, “Respectfully.” 

She pushes past your stunned form, bags accidentally brushing against your bare legs. You can't even move to stop her; You merely watch Ellie shuffle to inspect the living room, the small kitchen, pausing in front of the abstract painting you made for your dad before eventually moving down the hall and into Amaya’s empty space. How the fuck did she get in the building, anyway?

Your deer-like eyes lock with her void, mossy ones as she peers over her shoulder. 

“I still have some stuff to pick up. Please leave my key under the mat if you go somewhere.” 

Before she enters the empty room next to yours, you hear her gruffly say, “Leave the lease on the table so I can sign it, too.”

Amaya’s — Ellie’s door slams shut seconds later, the soft click of the door locking follows suit. 

…

What the fuck just happened. Gall almost surpasses your anger. The audacity...

For the first time, you’re grateful that your shift is in two hours. You need to get the fuck out of here before you cause a scene and catch a case. 

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Jealous Free! Boys (Pt.1)

Requested by anon: Hi your headcanons are superb! Can I ask for jealous scenarios for our Starting Days boys Haru, Makoto, Asahi and Ikuya + Natsuya? Thank you yo!

Requested by @pristinehaven : Hi! Can i get some jealousy headcanons for Asahi,Natsuya and Ikuya with a fem s!o. Like how often do they get jealous and what are the things that tik them off. And how do they handle their partner if they get jealous. Thank you!

Requested by anon: the iwatobi boys + rin, nitori, seijuro, momo’s reaction to someone flirting with their s/o?

Oml these should be fun 😂 thanks for these requests hope you all enjoy 💞 part 2 with request number 3 coming soon ❤️

Masterlist

Haru:

He doesn't really get jealous often

He trusts you completely

it's the guys that flirt with you he's got the problem with and the fact that you're too sweet to notice they're trying to make a pass at you

The first time Haru gets like this you honestly had a hard time comprehending what happened

Haru had brought you to an aquarium on a date and while you were looking at the Dolphins a guy around your age approached you both

He was wearing a staff uniform and starting talking to you and Haru about the types of dolphins they had

At first him and Haru were the only ones talking, Haru being interested in the Dolphins

But eventually the guys attention turned to you and you didn't really notice the shift in the way this guy spoke but Haru definitely did

The way the guy looked you up and down certainly did not sit well with Haru either

He humored the guy for a few minutes since he was just talking but the minute the guy starts to get flirty Haru gets fed up

He narrowed his eyes at the guy, looking between him and you

You didn't look at all interested in what he was saying but you were being polite and listening anyways, completely unaware of the flirtation

“Y'know, there's this really good restaurant just a little bit away from here, maybe you'd wanna-” the guy began to say before Haru cut him off

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and nodded at the guy, his expression completely blank

“Now that you've mentioned it, I'm actually pretty hungry, what about you babe?”

looking up to him you smiled “I could eat.”

Haru looked at the guy gesturing his free hand to you, “We better get going. Thanks for the recommendation.”

Haru keeps physical contact with you for the rest of the day, an arm around your shoulders or his hand holding yours

It's easy to tell when he's jealous because he gets extra quiet and extra possessive

When you get jealous he thinks it's kinda funny

He isn't as oblivious to flirting as you so when random girls stroll up he knows not to entertain them too much

You get all huffy and glary

You hold his hand and make sure it's seen

Pretending you don't care but getting increasingly frustrated when the girls don't back off

like hunny he clearly is not interested

He makes sure to give you extra attention for the rest of the day

you're so cute to him when you're jealous

Makoto:

Very rarely shows his jealousy

but he does still get jealous he just tries not to show it because he trusts you 100%

Sometimes though if guys try take advantage of your kindness he's right there to shut that shit down

One time you were waiting for Makoto to finish his class, since you were planning to go for lunch after

You were waiting on a bench on campus when a student approached you

“Hey, are you new?” He asked you, he seemed nice

“No I'm just waiting for somebody.” You told him politely, not really feeling like conversing with the stranger

You just wanted to see your boyfriend

“Yeah, I definitely would've remembered seeing such a pretty face around.”

At that moment Makoto had started to approach, noticing it was one of the campuses many players who was trying to chat you up

he also noticed how flushed and uncomfortable you looked/

“Hey, (N/n). Sorry, have you been waiting long?” He cut the dude right off

You perked up straight away like he knew you would

“Oh good you're finished!”

And that's pretty much all it took for Makoto to get your full attention

“Ah, Tachibana! Is this lovely lady a friend of yours?” The guy asked and Makoto watched as you gave him an awkward smile

“Yeah actually she's my-”

”Cool, anyways-” he just completely cut Makoto off and he was trying his hardest not to blow a fuse

“-how about you guys take a raincheck, and you and me get to know each oth-”

cut off central

Makoto sighed in frustration as he intertwined his hand with yours and pulled you to your feet

“Sorry but myself and my girlfriend, need to be going. Have a good day!” And with that he struts off, your hand held tightly in his

He'll quietly grumble to himself and you can't help but giggle at him everytime

When you get jealous on the other hand you're a lot more passive aggressive than sweet boy Makoto

He's too nice to tell girls he isn't interested so sometimes when they get a little too ballsy you gotta step in

He loves when you do though

Because your so protective but you're never mean and he just thinks he's so lucky to have you

It's a mutual thing between you that if one of you is jealous you'll intertwine your hands together and even after the jealousy is over you keep hold on each other

Asahi:

Subtly? We don't know them

Possessive baby

Listen here's the thing he's not threatened by any guys who stare at you because hey he has a gorgeous girlfriend he knows

It's when guys he doesn't know try chatting you up

God he's so extra

You were sitting at the bar of his sister's restaurant and he was behind the bar holding Tsukushi while his sister was out

You were giggling at your boyfriend and his nephew when you saw someone sit beside you at the bar and out of reflex you turned and gave the guy a polite smile

”Asa do you want me to hold him while you take this guys order?” You giggled watching him try and multitask

“Sure!” He handed the giggling little boy to you as you cooed at him

Tsukushi looooooves you

You sat with him cooing and giving him little butterfly kisses all over his face giggling with him while Asahi went to take the guys order

“What can I get you?” he asked but the guy didn't answer as he his attention was fixated on you and the baby who was squishing your cheeks with his hands

Asahi rolled his eyes and cleared his throat loudly “excuse me, can I help you?” He asked again and the guy looked his direction

“Coffee.”

He didn't even say please just went straight back to looking at you

Asahi rolled his eyes again and got to work in making the rude guy his coffee listening while he pathetically tried to flirt you up

“Hey.. you're really good with kids, huh?”

“Mhm” you knew what he was up to but you were having too much fun with Tsu to care too much

“We have the best time don't we Tsu?” You cooed at him as he giggled and threw his hands up in the air

“You'd look really good with a kid of your own.”

Ok this guy was definitely not so subtle himself but not to worry

Asahi set the guys coffee down in front of him and made his way around the bar to you

“Yeah she would, wouldn't she?” He said wrapping his arms around your shoulders and peppering kisses all over the side of your neck as you laughed

“A boy and a girl-” he then turned towards the guy again with a wide close eyed smile “whaddaya think?”

“Uh, um, sure yeah…”

And you'd never seen someone down a coffee so fast

You pretty much do the same when someone is flirting with him

stroll up to his side and slide into a hug and he always always always greets you with a kiss so that's pretty much all it takes

you're both pretty calm with flirts because you both know your each other's number ones

Ikuya:

Lmao get the fuck away

Don't even T R Y

He doesn't care who it is like no feelings are spared, especially it they're cocky about it

You two were out shopping one time and he was just kinda following behind you because he didn't really have much of an input

you looked pretty in everything you buy

But you were trying to choose between two really pretty dresses and asked Ikuya what he thought on which one you should buy

“They’re both really nice, but maybe the light blue one?” He suggested knowing you probably needed an actual answer and the blue dress was really cute

but then/ this guy chimes in

“Actually the pink one would compliment your skin tone more, not to mention bring out the colour of those pretty eyes”

You weren’t stupid but you figured he was a shop assistant or something tryna get a raise

Ikuya was not having it

“She likes the blue.”

You had to thank Ikuya for stepping in because as nice as this guy was trying to be he was making you a little uncomfortable

“He's right I do like the blue, but thank you anyway.”

The guy looked Ikuya up and down and gave him the dirtiest look then back at you

“But with this dresses length and your legs it'd look so se-”

Ikuya wrapped his arm around around your waist took the pink dress from you and hung it back on the rail and looked the perverted guy right in the eye

“Listen man, she's not interested.”

Ikuya bought you the blue dress and didn't let go of your waist the entire day

 When you get jealous on the other hand you tend to beat around the bush a little

“come on babe we're gonna be late” or if you're just walking up to him and some girl is already batting her eyelashes at him you strut up behind him and wrap your arms around his middle

He secretly lives for when you do it and you know it

And just like that all of his attention is immediately back to you

Generally you guys never get too antsy when it comes to flirting but it does tic you both off

Natsuya:

Okay you both have two types of jealousy

Sober jealousy and drunk jealousy

let's start with sober

He's fairly tame in these situations, obviously doesn't like dudes chatting up his girl but he usually just gives you a kiss on the cheek and says something like “We better get going, baby, wouldn't wanna be late.” He might even throw in a subtle wink in your direction for good measure

Very casually throws an arm around your shoulder

Same with you, it's all very mature with maybe a tiny hint of passive aggression

Now onto the more common form of your jealousies/ the drunk kind

So one night he was supposed to be meeting you at your favorite bar a bar he'd never been to before

When he got there he saw you sitting at the bar chatting to the bar tender that you knew from college

He greeted you with a kiss and then the two of you started to drink

After a few too many beers the bar tender came back over and Natsuya SWEARS he was checking you out

“I think someone's had a liiiiiittle too much.” The bar tended teased you causing you to giggle and Natsuya to pout

“(Y/nnnnnnnnn)...” he whined

“Babbbbbbbby.” you responded back with a hazy smile

AND BAM

He's kissing you hard with one eye open and glaring at the bar tender/

“What was that for?” You giggled out at him with your hands lazily in his hair

He smiled at you with droopy eyes “You're all mine”

“Mhm, kiss me again” you're both just two drunken giggling messes

Okay with drunk you it's a little more innocent

If some girl is taking up too much of his attention you get a little antsy

“Natsu…” You tug on his sleeve

“Yeah?” He gets a little confused seeing your pout

“Hi” you give him a smile and wrap your arms around him

“hey” he smiles back wrapping his arms back around you and whoever he was talking too has moved away

You're a snuggly jealous drunk and he's a possessive jealous drunk

it works

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The Generous Fuckboy {Im Jaebum}

Prompt:  13 and 18 with fuckboy jaebum please :)  || Requests Open || Smut Game

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: fuckboy!Jaebum, SMUT, multiple orgasms, oral -female receiving-, semi-public sex, 

**I wrote this and even I’m a little fucked up -it may just be me tho- 

Credit

"I'm gonna be honest with you..." I jumped, when someone wrapped their arms around my waist, their lips pressed against my ear. "I'm really horny and you're really hot," I turned around in the pair of arms, grimacing when I matched the voice to a face, the face of the campuses' biggest fuckboy. "Can we fuck? Like, now?" Jaebum's lips split into his sickening and infamous smirk, his eyes piercing mine. I push his chest, a few pair of eyes on us as I, Y/N, commonly known as the quiet girl stood in the arms of the school's biggest fuckboy, in the middle of the dancefloor. "Don't play hard to get, baby," Jaebum chuckled, trailing very closely behind me as he followed me through the large, gathering crowd. I shake my head at his bold actions, making my way up the stairs, him still hot on my trail. "You walk very fast in heels," He laughs and I flip him off, pushing through the door of the first available and luckily empty room. He gently closes the door behind him and locks it, leaning against it with that damned smirk.

"You're such a jackass!" I growl, pushing on his shoulders,

"What? I thought I should tell you how hot you looked tonight, didn't look like anyone else was doing so..."

"Wow, I bet that sounded real nice and smooth in your head, but guess what...you sound like every other fuckboys on campus." I scoffed, crossing my arms, glaring daggers at him.

"There's one difference though," He whistled, pushing himself off the door, circling my body, his arms wrapping around my waist once again, "You haven't let every other fuckboy on campus finger you in the back of Lit Class." His words escaped his throat in a growl, his hands pulling my ass firmly against his growing bulge. I tried to construct a proper sentence but all that come out were small gasps as he begins to rock his hips against me, his bulge growing very prominent. "Nothing to say?" He chuckles, stilling his hips, hands moving down my thighs, lifting my dress just an inch or two. "If I'm being honest with you, I've been thinking about the way you tasted for the last two weeks," I whimper at his words, each hand grabbing onto his wrists, "If you don't mind....I'd like to taste you, that is if you're okay with that.....letting a fuckboy like myself fuck you with his tongue, in some random room in the middle of a party..." He chuckles again, hands slowly moving up my body, "I wouldn't want to ruin that good girl reputation you've built up, though you and I know, that it's not true, not even a little."

"Fuck," Is the first thing to my mind and is the only thing I an say as lust clouds my judgment,

"You? It'd be an honor," Jaebum steps away from my body and circles around me so we're face to face, "Lay on the bed for me baby, let me taste you," I stare at his lips as he speaks, licking my own, he was so hot, I couldn't deny that, but was this really the right choice? Fuck it, if it wasn't, you live, you learn. I pull my dress up, bunching the fabric around my hips, revealing the small and petty excuse for panties I was wearing. "Did you plan ahead?"

"Fuck off!" I hiss, going to pull them off, only for Jaebum's hand on my wrist to stop me,

"Keep them on,"

"Why?"

"Just-just keep them on, please." I shrug, and sit on the edge of the bed, eyes avoiding his, "Y/N, if you don't want to do this,"

"No! I want to do this, I want to do this so bad, it's actually embarrassing," I mumble and he chuckles, pushing me back on the bed,

"Sometimes you got to give in," He whispers, sinking to his knees, eyes glued on mine the whole time, "I don't blame you, I've been wanting to fuck you for awhile now," He chuckles, grabbing my heel, and planting a kiss on my ankle, "You pulling that little stunt in class didn't help at all," Jaebum laughs more to himself than me, nibbling his way up my leg, stopping an inch or two from my core, "Who knew you wanted me that bad!" He teases, winking up at me.

"Would you please stop talking and do something?"

"What do you want me to do?" He asks then proceeds to blow cool air on my barely covered wet slit,

"Just, ah, just-fuck-just use your tongue," His index finger lifts the thin fabric and he moves it to the side, making sure it would stay in place before using the same index finger to run up my slit, collecting my juices with an unreadable look on his face. "I said your tongue,"

"I just wanted to see how wet you were, the answer is very, you're very wet and I've barely touched you." I wanted to reply with a smartass comment but the only thing that comes out of my name is a small and barely audible, fuck, as he runs his tongue down my slit, wasting no time to push the thick muscle into my entrance, teasingly thrusting it in and out of the tight hole. I reach down and knock his hat off his head, fingers gripping his hair tight as he pushes his tongue deeper.

I sit up on my elbows wanting a better view, as he devoured my pussy like a man starved. "Do I really taste that good?" I tease and he narrows his eyes at me and I swear he's wearing that smirk, I cock my head to the side but soon realize my mistake of teasing once he expertly curls his tongue, and it pushes into my g-spot, my whole body jolting forward, my hips involuntarily rolling into his mouth. "Holy shit, that feels so good," I cry, and I'm surprised again once he brings his thumb down to rub figure eights on my clit, "I'm cumming, ah, ah, I'm cumm-, I'm cumming!" Despite not wanting to make his ego swell, my grip on his hair tightens as I push his tongue impossibly deeper into my pussy, my juices spilling on the pink muscle. I lay flat against the bed, chest rising and falling with deep breaths, body heated, as Jaebum's thumb gently rubs me through it.

I'm too embarrassed to look at him but I do anyway, my breathing still uneven although he had removed his thumb from me. "You taste wonderful by the way, didn't want to pull away because I knew you were close." I glare at him, biting my lower lip as I take him in, he looked so fucked out, just from eating me out. I scoot up the bed and nod toward the empty space between my legs, "So demanding," He teases, climbing onto the bed, wrapping my legs around his waist, his hands lifting my hips a little more so he could rub his clothed bulge against my sensitive core,

"Jaebum ah!" I cry, trying to wriggle out of his grasps, "I'm so sensitive, give me a minute." Jaebum stops the grinding and moves his hands up my body, fingers grasping my collar, a small smirk on his lips, "Don't you d-" The words don't come out fast enough as he rips the dress, right down the middle, "You've got to fucking kidding me, what the hell am I supposed to wear after this?" Jaebum ignores my question and instead grabs my tits, pushing them together,

"They're so nice, and soft," Is all he says before dipping his head and taking my left nipple in his mouth, his tongue immediately swirling around the bud, his eyes are closed as he loses himself in the pleasure fo holding and sucking on my tits. While he does that I reach down and unbuckle his pants, pushing my hand past them and his briefs, a small gasp falling from my lips when my hand comes in contact with his warm, shaft, "Someone's eager,"

"I'm ready, just please, just fuck me," Jaebum sits up with a chuckle, quickly pulling his black tank top over his head, throwing it some random place in the room, He stands off the bed and pushes his pants down, kicking them off, and then he stands there in his black briefs, the color so contrasting with his skin tone. He smirks down at me, groping himself through the fabric,

"How bad do you want me?"

"Get on this bed and fuck me, I'm not the begging type." Jaebum raises a brow and climbs on the bed, wrapping my legs around his waist like earlier, and his eyes catch mine as he slides into me, his hands having a death grip on my hips.

"God, God damn, you're so fucking tight," Once he's fully in, he pauses and lets his eyes flutter shut, as he tries to, I assume, regain his posture, I wriggle my hips as best as I could just for him to impossibly tighten his grip on them, "Don't. Do not move, I just, I just need a minute," A minute is all he takes before he's slowly thrusting into me, soft grunts filling the air,

"Why would such a jackass be blessed with such talents," I moan and he quickly smiles, taking one of my legs, throwing it over my shoulder, his hands leaving my hips to hold himself up as he leans over my body and begins to pound into me. This new angle as me screeching, fingers desperately gripping at his shoulders.

"Go ahead baby, rub your clit, I know you're close," I hated the smugness in his voice, I hated that he was right, I was already so close despite him having just started. Despite the hatred I had for him being able to make me cum the fastest I've ever had, I reach down and rub slow circles on my clit, trying to prolong my orgasm as best as I could. "Faster or I'll stop," His eyes flicker from where he pounded into me to my face, his eyes catching mine, full of darkness and lust. I groan and begin to move my fingers faster, his hips pounding into mine, his cock filling me in every way possible, hitting all the right spots, My toes curl and I let my eyes close as my second orgasm takes over my body, my fingers stilling on my clit as he fucks me through it. Jaebum's hand comes down and he pushes my hand away, rubbing quick circles on my clit, jolting me out of my post orgasm haze,

"I don't think I can cum again! I've already cum twice Jae!"

“What was that?" Jaebum pants, his hips moving faster, angling themselves to pound into that sensitive spot, my legs shaking around him, "You don’t think you can cum again? I’m going to show you that you can.” He pulls his fingers away and licks them before rubbing my clit again, a look of determination on his face, his fingers don't still until I'm screaming his name, toes curling, and my legs feel like jello, my third orgasm coming in big waves, knocking the wind out of me, literally. "Good girl," Jaebum praises, immediately pulling his fingers away just as quickly as he pulled out, only having enough time to grab his cock before he was cumming across my slit, three long, heavy spurts. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," He whimpers, milking himself through his orgasm. I let him clear is head a little before moving my foot and kicking him,

"What the hell am I supposed to wear?" I growl and he looks around the room with hooded eyes,

"I think this Youngjae's room honestly, borrow a pair of his sweats and one of his sweaters,"

"Then people are most definitely going to know we fucked,"

"And? We're both consenting adults, who can make their own decisions," I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, standing up with make effort, walking toward the dress on shaky legs, "Maybe next time I'll go a little easier on ya-"

"Would the hell said there's going to be a next time?"

"I was just hoping, I mean-well, I just- I just, well-"

"Hmm you're so flabbergasted," I laugh, shrugging on one of Youngjae's sweaters, "I think I could give this a chance, but no official titles yet,"

"What about friends with benefits?"

"You're such a fuckboy!"

"I know, I'm sorry!" He laughs and I shake my head glaring at him,

"Enemies with benefits," I ponder and he rolls his eyes,

"After I fucked you that well, I can't be upgraded to a friend?"

"I'm not friends with fuckboys," I bite back and he sighs,

"Fine, enemies with benefits, deal?"

"Deal!"

I mean at least he’s a self-aware fuckboy

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