#so yeah next time if you read a college au or some other popular au and think oh this is similar to xyz by said writer

[jadedrrose]

Hello dear, I hope I'm doing this right, it's my first request. I also read your rules, so I'm really sorry if I forgot something, pls tell me then 🙈 If it's too specific or you are uncomfortable with something, pls write as you like and are comfortable with it. It should be fun for you and not exhausting. Thank you very much in advance 🥰🩷💗

Can I request a (AU )scenario where Law and reader know each other because they share the same course of studies (in medical field) only that Law almost finished and reader just started, so he really helps reader out a lot and studies with her because he secretly likes her and wants her to be successful and knows how hard it is. Reader and Law share the same age, she just started later.

Poorly Executed Study Session

The way you were so right… this was VERY fun to write, and I kinda got carried away with making it more suggestive lol. Thank you sm for the request!!!

Warnings: fem reader, sexually suggestive comments and implications, but nothing happens. Also note I’m literally skipping college (no money lol) so this is all loosely based on what my friends have told me… so I hope it’s realistic lol 💀

The tall man with tattoos and a darker fashion sense always intrigued you whenever you’d see him passing by on the campus.

Most of the medical students you’d seen up until then had fit stereotypes; “normal” girls that had certainly fallen into the popular group of high schoolers, your average “good values” family men who were certain to become the most average, do the bare minimum husbands. They all had that specific look about them, but there were still the “nerds” amongst the students. But then there was him.

You’d figured out his name was Law, through some low-stooping investigating (you really wanted to know, okay?!). He was in his final year of studying to become a surgeon, though he was the same age as you. That alone was impressive, but physically, he was entirely stunning.

His dark, unruly hair, the many tattoos you’d caught glimpses of, the double piercings on each ear, down to the goatee. He looked like a bad boy, but from what you could tell, he was nothing short of your dream man- a quiet, nice guy… with a good fashion sense.

Months went by before you’d ever spoken to him. You’d been studying in the library, very late into the night. There was an exam early the next day, and you started to panic as the hours grew later and you still felt stuck. That was until your emo Prince Charming had come to save you.

Law was in the library, searching for some sort of comic book, which you’d figured out based on how he’d emerged from that section with a few volumes in hand. He’d noticed you, approaching you to presumably help out. You must’ve seemed incredibly stressed out.

You’d noticed how he poorly hid the comics behind him, before standing beside where you sat. “You appear stressed,” he stated. “Need help?”

Honestly, it had taken you rather too long to respond to him, as you were utterly infatuated, frozen in place, staring at him. “H-huh? Oh, yeah…” 

Law took a seat beside you, sliding your notebook away from you and looking it over. He asked you a few questions before helping you with the particular issue you were having, and before you knew it…. That had become a weekly thing.

— 

It progressed into Law coming over to your apartment or you going to his, which happened less often, due to his… obnoxious roommates. The first couple times he’d hung out with you, they had tortured him all evening afterwards, interrogating him to no end over what exactly their “nerdy virgin” Law was doing with a “girl like that” so late into the day. 

And of course they quickly figured out that even if the two of you were just studying together, Law indeed had feelings for you. He knew he’d choke on his words and his ears would go red whenever they’d tease him. It was especially bad when they tried to suggest more sexual things, throwing many innuendos at Law just so that his face would become flushed and then he’d be their joke of the evening. 

As time progressed, Law found it harder and harder to be around you without thinking about all those things his friends had said, and tonight, it was particularly difficult… 

After all, who would be able to face their crush so easily after having a wet dream about them?

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It was eight-o’-clock at night, and you were currently leaving Law’s apartment building, him by your side, actually. The two of you had attempted to study there, but his friends, Shachi and Penguin, simply couldn’t leave the two of you alone, dropping in his room randomly to bother you two about when you’d finally get together, or say things like “so when’s the wedding, Law?!”. Law had yelled at them for a moment before asking to go to your apartment. 

He opened the door to his car for you before walking around to the driver’s side and getting in. “I’m sorry about them,” he apologized. “They just can’t get over me having a girlfrie-  friend who happens to be a girl!” He hastily added the last part, his face becoming red. 

You found it adorable, but couldn’t speak on it. The last thing you wanted was for Law to figure out you had feelings for him, when he clearly wanted to focus on nothing but becoming a surgeon. You’d only get in his way.

“It’s alright,” you decided to say, “my friends are the same way, they just don’t live with me and don’t get as many chances to be asses about it.”

Law let out a chuckle before starting to drive out of the parking lot, starting the short journey over to your apartment. You lived within walking distance of him, but Law really didn’t feel like walking after a long day. 

“I just wanna see you be successful, y/n-ya. I don’t need any weirdos getting in your way.” He told you, referring to Shachi and Penguin.

The two of you quickly arrived at your apartment complex, getting inside with haste as it had started to rain during the ride over. 

As you locked the door behind you, you let out a groan of annoyance as now all your papers were wet. “Dammit,” you cursed, before turning to Law, who was soaked. “Sorry… you can dry off in the bathroom, there’s extra towels… though I don’t have any clothes for you…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Law brushed off your concerns. “I’ll figure it out.”

You nodded, turning to go set your things down. “I guess we’ll have to leave pairs of clothing at each other’s place in the future, huh?”

Law nervously chuckled at that, but you assumed you’d misheard it that way. There was no way he was flustered by that.

—

Studying with you became even more difficult now, given the circumstances. Due to the rain, Law had to toss his tee shirt into your bathtub and blow dry his jeans before coming out of your bathroom. You’d changed into a cropped tank top and sweatpants, hair up in a ponytail as you sat at the table. 

You’d been rewriting your notes when Law sat beside you. Your eyes flashed over to him for a second, before you froze in spot, side-eyeing his shirtless upper body not-so-discreetly. 

That only made Law’s circumstances worse. First the dream about you, now the way you could keep your damn eyes off of him? You had him feeling sick, making him entirely too nervous as it dawned on him that you were bothered by his halfway unclothed body. 

“Uh, so… I rewrote everything… I think we were… here?” You asked, pointing at the spot in your textbook with your pen.

Law nodded, biting down on his lip as he looked over at you. Your tank top was thin and didn’t hide much. He couldn’t look at the notes sitting in front of you without looking at your chest, too.  “Mhm… so, what I was saying earlier, was…”

He began trying to explain whatever it had been to you, but things weren’t going his way, or your way either. The both of you were becoming too distracted by each other, making this study session quickly fail.

Law hadn’t even noticed his hand gripping his thigh underneath the table, how he suddenly felt hot and feverish, or how there was a certain tightness in his jeans…

You kept stuttering, forgetting things he’d told you minutes prior, and just overall not paying attention as your mind clearly went elsewhere. You’d been biting on the pen, a habit Law found terrible except for when you did it. It only drove him crazy further, intensifying his need for you.

Eventually… you both gave up on studying altogether. You’d tried reciting things to Law, but he wasn’t listening. He was too focused on the way your lips moved, or how you anxiously shifted in your seat, still taking (not so) secret glances as his toned and tattooed chest.

“And, th-then, there’s the,” you gulped, desperately trying to remember the next part. But you couldn’t. All you could do was think about Law. “The… Law, fuck, I need you…” you desperately whined, letting your head fall into your notes on the table. You hadn’t meant to say it, but you couldn’t do or think of anything else at the moment. Just your body’s overwhelming need for him.

Law let out a hitched breath, tensing up beside you. You felt his hand on the side of your head, as it started rubbing through your ponytail. “Shit, y/n. Should’ve just said so two hours ago,” he breathed out.  

At his sign of reciprocating your feelings, your head shot away from the table and your hands flew to his bare shoulders, holding onto him. 

In an unspoken request, Law accepted it and brought you closer to him, letting his lips connect with yours. He let the hand that had been on his leg move to hold your waist, the other one still on your head. The kiss was awkward at first, clearly something neither of you had done before. But it was intoxicating, both of your bodies silently begging for more. You deepened the kiss, letting one of your hands move into Law’s messy black hair, gently tugging at it as you whimpered into his mouth. 

As soon as it had started, Law pulled away for air, the saliva exchanged between you two stringing together as your mouths hang open, panting in sync. 

“What… do you think about,” Law huffed, licking his lips. “We continue studying… tomorrow?” He suggested.

Deciding your actions would speak louder than words, you smashed your face back into his, kissing him with need in a silent “yes”.

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❀ “That’s Jean’s Girl” ❀

❀ Toxic Jean Kirstein x Smart Petite Fem. Reader. ❀

❀ Sypnosis:

Jean. Kirstein.

Jesus Christ, who didn’t know his name? Everywhere you looked you were sure to find someone talking about. Looks, sex, attitude, money, anything you could think of was latched to that name. And, he lived up to his reputation perfectly.

A toxic, full of himself, man-whore. Someone who uses other people for his own gain.

And his next target? You.

A sweet, innocent, naive, freshman girl.

Right?

❀ Genre:

Attack on Titan, College AU.

❀ Content warning:

Dark content, manipulation/toxicity, previous relationships, slight voyeurism, degradation, sub, smut at the end, oral sex, revenge sex, non-penetrative sex, explicit video recording, dacryphilia, Scum-bag Jean, etc. (Not proof-read.)

❀ Word Count:

28.5K words.

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Jean lifted his glasses to the bridge of his head, a few strands of hair framing his face as he pulled his best friend, Eren, to his side. “Let me tell you one thing.” He told him, smiling as some girls passing by. “Nothing is sweeter than a little virgin creaming on your dick for the first time.” 

Eren shoved his best friend away, “Ew.. I swear, we need to censor you.” He mumbled, taking a sip of his soda. “But, I guess that’s just how you are.” And, Eren wasn’t lying. 

Jean and Eren were popular at their campus. Hell, people in neighboring campuses knew about them. That’s just how it is. Cherry chasers, playboys– whatever people called man whores, because they would call them everything, but that. 

A painful double standard? Yes. Annie knows full well, but that’s how the world is. 

The two boys didn’t care. They were trying to enjoy their youth. So, shitty decisions and careless actions were their constant. Even if they were at the expense of other people, mostly girls they hooked up with. In short. They were someone people didn’t want to get tangled up with. 

Jean laughed, “Everyone knows it, and loves it.” He walked up, glancing at the menu. Jean always liked to change what coffee he drank before going to class. He always found it boring to stick to one thing. It got repetitive and bland, he always liked to experience new flavors. Especially the ones no one knew about, it was like his little secret. 

And, Jean was known for gatekeeping things. “Besides, some girls are into that.” Jean said, nodding to himself and choosing a flavor. Was it something new? He could’ve sworn he’s never seen it on the menu before.. “They wanna’ fix me or some shit.” He rolled his eyes, “You know how some bitches are.” 

Eren groaned, “Yeah, I know.” He said, pulling out his phone and clicking on his last messages. Trying to pick out a certain conversation he just had last night, but he couldn’t recall the girl’s number.. 2056 or 2065?.. I know it’s one of the two. 

He handed the phone to Jean, scrolling up slightly. “Just had one last night.” Jean grabbed his phone, reading the messages. 

“Damn, that’s kinda harsh.” He said, cringing at his best friend’s reply. ‘I didn’t ask you to.’ I mean, Eren did just meet the girl. 

“What? She said she wanted to be there for me for the rest of my life.” He made a face, “She didn’t even know my favorite color.” 

“She also said she’s available tonight at eight.” Jean said, handing the phone back to Eren. “And she’s got a pretty good guess on what your favorite color is.” He pointed at the picture she just sent Eren. A sexy lingerie photo, with his favorite color, emerald green.

“I told her about it last night.” He said, pushing his phone into his pocket. “I just didn’t feel like committing to someone I met a week ago.” Which was completely reasonable. 

“Wait, she was planning to be there for you, when you two barely met?” Eren shrugged, beforing nodding. “Wait a week ago? Is this that one girl from the party?” He snapped his fingers a few times, trying to think of her name. “Pieck was it..”

Jean smiled, “Yeah, you’re right. That was her name.”  Damn, how the hell did Jean know her name and Eren didn’t. He was slightly embarrassed, but didn’t know how to bring it up. Especially after the two of them slept together that night. 

Eren doesn’t really remember though, he was practically black out drunk when it happened. He just woke up to a piece of paper under his phone, along with a— ‘I’ll text your later’ note. He didn’t even know her name at the time. 

“Damn, must be nice.” Jean said with a laugh, “I’d give anything to make a girl that obsessed with me.” He was being sarcastic. 

Eren rolled his eyes, “Girls are that obsessed with you.” 

Jean laughed, “No, they’re not–” 

“Hey, uhm..” some girl giggled behind them, “You’re really cute, can I get your number or something?..” Jean turned over his shoulder, peering at the two girls behind him. One girl was slightly closer to him, the other a foot behind her. She was cute. Small. He liked that in girls, when they were shorter than him. Jean turned his head to Eren. And Eren gave him a look that could only be described as– ‘I told you so.’ 

Jean rolled his eyes, looking back at the girl. “Sure, yeah.” He pulled out his phone, handing it to the girl. “I’ll shoot you a text, yeah?” Something was telling Eren, Jean wasn’t going to ‘shoot her a text.’ He was just trying to be polite. When the two left, Jean turned back to him rolling his eyes. 

“What? I thought you wanted a girl to be obsessed with you.” Eren teased, “Give it a week and I think you’ll have a Pieck of your own.” 

Jean groaned, walking up to the counter after what felt like forever. “I fucking hate you.” 

Eren smiled, leaning on his shoulder briefly. “I love you too, horse–cock.”

“I thought it was horse–face?” Jean replied, noticing no one was tending to the cashier. Was this Starbucks really that packed? I mean, they did just wait thirty minutes to order so– maybe..

“It was.” Eren replied. “But, I feel after recent events— that name is more fitting.” 

Jean tapped his fingers on the counter, bringing his body over and looking at the people. “You know that wasn’t me in the video.” He said, turning over his shoulder. “Unless you’re dying to find out.” 

“Go fuck Floch if you’re that horny.” Eren laughed, “You know how hard he gets over you.” 

“Shit, I’m not getting in between what the two of you have.” Jean clicked his tongue. “If I remember correctly he did say he was a Yeagerist.” 

“He was high, and stupidly drunk.” Eren defended, leaning his back to the counter. “We all say stupid shit high and drunk. I don’t even know half the shit that’s going on when I’m drunk.” 

“Yeah, sure.” Jean dismissed. He totally wants to fuck Eren.

“I’m so sorry for the wait! We got backed up for a second.” Hands clasped together, showing sorrow. On your thumb, a white gold, purity ring. That’s always a good sign for Jean. Jean turned his attention to the small cashier, eyes beaming widely at him. His eyes went to the tag. 

‘Y/n ❤︎︎’

How cute, you drew a heart by your name. Right above it was ‘1st year: Student.’ And you were a student, a freshman at that. Even cuter. You pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, pushing your glasses to the bridge of your nose. Placing your finger on the screen of the computer. “You know how busy college coffee shops can get, everyone needs coffee in their system.” You giggled, giving him another smile. 

“I can already feel myself relapsing, I need it in my system.” Jean joked, smiling at you. Dimples denting into his slightly tan skin. 

You giggled, leaning closer. “You and me both, but I want a cake-pop.” You bit your lip, “I seriously love sweet things. It’s like— my favorite thing ever!” You paused, before awkwardly adding— “Along with the color pink.” 

Jean felt a chill go down his spine, he laughed it off, trying to ignore the thoughts traveling through his head. Not the one he was talking with. You were his type. “The ones from here?” 

“Yes!” You said, almost a little too loud for your liking. You pressed your lips together, your hand coming to your lips. “Yes, especially the ones from here.” You said, quieter than before. Giggling at yourself. 

Jean felt his heart flutter for a second. That was cute. 

You shook your head, pushing your glasses to the brim of your nose. “But, what can I get you?” You turned your head to the side, looking at something before looking back at him. Smiling cutely, adding a head tilt for good measure. Jean looked at Eren. Eren looked at Jean. Who were you? They’ve never seen you on campus. Which would kind of make sense, it was the beginning of the second semester, and you were a freshman. 

You were cute. Small and soft spoken, Jean wondered how soft spoken you would be crying over his cock. “Uhm,” Jean shook his head, trying to ignore his dick for a second. And his head. “Get me the cake batter frappuccino, venti.” 

You looked at him, blinking with wide eyes. Your lips pressed together slightly, wiggling slightly. Like you were suppressing a laugh. Before tapping on the screen. “Alright, Cake Batter Frappuccino.” You turned into your shoulder, a small huff of air leaving your lips. Almost like a small laugh. 

No, it was a small laugh. “What?” Jean asked, intrigued. Who were you? Cute, that’s for sure. He wanted you. 

“Just—“ you let out a small giggle, pressing your hand to your lips. “I’m so sorry— that’s just my favorite drink.” You told him, clearly lying— well, half lying. That wasn’t what you were laughing about. 

“Is it?” Jean could see that. You seemed like a person who likes sweet things. Candy, flowers, lollipops, cards, maybe even stuffed animals. 

“I’ve never tried it.” Jean said, sliding you his card. “Wanted to try something new.” He said, his dark eyes bouncing to your shiny ones. You nodded, checking the price. 

When your friend —and coworker— bumped into your shoulder, smiling at him. “So I’ve heard.” She replied to Jean, glancing at the computer screen. She pouted, “Goddammit.” You stuck your tongue out at her, whispering— “You owe me thirty and I’m leaving after this.” You pushed her away, grabbing his card and smiling. “It’s going to be eight, eightyseven.”

You glanced at him before putting the card into the machine. “Is that okay?” Your lip went in between your teeth, glossy and soft. Jesus.

Jean swallowed, biting his tongue. But, he couldn’t stop himself, “You don’t have to ask, just do what you want.” His hands went into his pockets. 

Your eyebrows came together, “Uhm, yes I do?” You swiped the card, “It’s kinda’ policy..” 

Eren snickered, turning it into a cough when Jean glared at him. “Sorry, yeah.” 

You handed him back his card, grabbing a cup and a sharpie. You lifted your head, about to ask his name. However, the two of them were walking away. Rude. 

You rushed after them, “Excuse me!” You said, catching the one with a man-bun attention. He elbowed his friend. 

Jean looked back at you, “I’m sorry, but I didn’t catch your name.” You said, pointing at the cup with the sharpie. Pink, it was a cute pink. 

Jean felt frozen, you didn’t know his name? Everyone knew who Jean was. Hell, people in neighboring colleges knew who Jean was. 

“Jean.” He said. He didn’t know why, but he hated that you didn’t know him. Everyone knew him, except you. He wanted you to know him. You were going to know him. Or, know him enough to let him get in your pants. Either two worked. Maybe, you were the new flavor he wanted to try. New and different, something no one knew anything about. And, Jean always gate-kept things. 

You smiled, writing down his name. Placing the cup on the counter and sliding it to your coworker. “I’m off.” You slid off the barista apron, starting to walk off when someone stopped you. 

“Y/n! Uhm! Could you—“ they stopped, going to the edge of the counter and waving for you. Making you smile and nod your head. Placing your hands against theirs and saying, “Yes?” 

The guy hesitated, before finally speaking. If Jean remembered correctly, his name was Porco. Pock is what his friends call him. Popular dude he was, knew a lot of people. But, nothing much compared to Jean. The only reason Jean knew about Porco was, because he asked his ‘girlfriend,’ Historia, out on a date. Jean didn’t do anything about it, just went out of his way to find out information about the guy. “Would you want me to walk you to class?” Porco said, his hand going to his neck and rubbing it nervously. “I think we have the same class together.”

You blinked a few times, before smiling at him kindly. Your skin heating up, fingers playing with your hair for a moment. “Mr. Ackerman?” 

Porco smiled, “Yeah, Mr. Ackerman.” Your voice was still so soft. Porco didn't know if you were being nice or flirty. He hoped it was the latter. “Let me go change and I’d love to walk with you.” You always loved making new friends. “Oh wait! Let me just give you my number!” You passed him a pre-written note, something you were going to give to someone else. Porco took it, and bashfully smiled at you. 

You gave him a final smile, a small pat on the hand and turned around. Your hair snugly held in a messy bun. You looked so— nerdy. Jean’s never been with a nerdy girl. An innocent, small, nerdy girl. Sounded like fun. Eren noticed his best friend's transfixed gaze. Smiling to himself he instantly played on the idea, “Did you find a new drink you wanna try?” 

Jean shook his head, “I think I did.” 

Eren gestured to the blonde boy, “Well, you better hurry up and grab it before someone else does.” Eren pulled out his phone, “I’m going to call a friend.” He took a final glance in your direction. 

Jean nodded, walking up to Pock and placing his hand on his shoulder. Porco turned to him, making the brunette friendly smile at him. It was a common thing to see with Jean, he was always smiling. “You know Y/n?” It was intimidating. 

Porco blinked a few times, shaking his head. “No, we just have a class together.” 

Jean faked a relieved sigh, “Oh, then nevermind them, it’s nothing.” He turned on his heel, about to return to Eren when Porco called for Jean. Making him give his best friend a knowing smile. It was just too easy sometimes. 

“Is there something.. wrong? With that?..” Porco had his arms crossed over his chest, slightly offended by Jean. 

Jean shook his head, “No, no. Nothings wrong,” he cooed, his smile staying put. “You just share a class with her, right?” His hands were in his pockets again. Playing with something inside. 

Porco’s eyes glanced at it, then answered. “Uhm, kinda.” 

“Good.” He said, turning back to Eren. Speaking to him over his shoulder, his smile was gone. “Because, that’s my girl you’re talking to.” Jean gripped the item in his pocket. “And, I fucking hate the idea of someone trying to get at her.” 

Eren looked at Porco, seeing him glance at him for help. Which wasn’t something Eren was going to give him. He didn’t like to deal with this side of Jean, it was toxic and annoying. 

“You know how it is.” You know how I can be. Was what Jean was really saying. 

Porco’s eyes widened, “Shit, my bad man. Didn’t know you two were a thing.” Jean pushed a strand of hair off Porco’s face. 

Jean didn’t correct him. I mean, soon enough it would be true. That’s how it always ended. Jean always got what he wanted. “Well, you know now.” He pushed him away, scowling lightly. “So, don’t do it again.” 

Porco thickly swallowed, glancing at Eren. He only glanced up and gave him an amused smile, Eren wasn’t going to help. 

Porco sighed, pushing his way out of the coffee shop. Jean’s eyes followed him, watching as he joined a group. Probably his friends, before they all walked away. Demanding for an explanation on what just happened. 

Jean watched with an amused smile as Porco pointed at Jean. Now, none of those guys were going to talk to you.

You walked out, hugging your friend and looking around. Trying to find the male who you were just speaking with. Where did he go?.. Before walking to where he was once standing, not too far from Jean. 

“He left.”

You turned to Jean, blinking at him confused. “But.. he’s the one who invited me to walk with him?..” You placed both hands behind your back, holding onto them. 

Jean shrugged, “Guys can be like that.” 

You giggled, “I guess so.” You played with the white gold, purity ring, on your thumb, trying to keep yourself occupied. “Are.. you like that?” You were playful, smiling at him kindly. 

“Why don’t you find out.” He played, taking a step in your direction. Glancing down at your feet, seeing that they weren’t pointed in his direction. Hm. 

You nibbled on your bottom lip, giving him a kind smile. Looking at him with your shiny eyes before looking away, “Well, if you see him, tell him I don’t have Mr. Ackerman’s class today, I just didn’t want to say no.” You had another job to work though. You twisted around, taking a step towards the exit. “Bye.” You kindly said. Finally, leaving the coffee shop with a soft ‘ding!’

“She seems interested.” Eren said, watching you walk away. You also peaked his interest, but not in the way Jean was interested. No. He probably was going to do some research on you. 

“She wasn’t.” 

Eren gave him a look, cutting off his thoughts. “You’re kidding?” He rolled his eyes, “I swear you’re so conceited sometimes.” 

“She wasn’t, her body wasn’t facing mine, when she smiled the corners of her eyes didn’t crinkle, and she kept the conversation short and away from opening it further.” He said, “She didn’t want to be talking to me, she was just being polite. Just like she was being polite with Porco.” 

“I doubt that.” 

Eren and Jean turned their heads to the barista, if Jean remembered correctly it was the one that hugged you. He walked up, giving her a smile. 

“Cake Batter Frappuccino?” She asked, “Is this what you always get?”

“No.” He took the cup from her hands, turning his back to her. “She was interested.” He told Eren, “Y/n, wasn’t.” He glanced at the name, smiling. Letting out an amused laugh. 

Eren tilted his head, “What?..” 

Jean twisted the cup to Eren, showing the name written. ‘Shawn :)’ “Yeah, she made it pretty obvious.” You knew who he was. You just wanted nothing to do with him. 

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You pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose, putting pen to paper. Glancing at the board, coping down the equation and trying to complete it on your own. You knew how to do this, just happen to make small mistakes costing you the answer. You hate how tedious math can be. But, you can’t deny how much this was your passion. Blowing a strand of hair out of your face, you rested your head on the table. If you did the problem right, the answer should be 2. Which was ridiculous for how long it took you to finish it. Which wasn’t odd, just something you always complained about. 

Your professor lifted their hand, glancing at the watch on his wrist. “We’ll wrap this up later,” he dismissed, “I don’t feel like teaching it anymore, enjoy your weekend.” He walked to his desk, throwing the expo marker. “Homework is what’s posted in my class.” 

You giggled, closing your notebook and placing your pencil on top of it. Reaching for your bag and shoving your stuff inside. Trying to leave the classroom as quickly as possible. You didn’t want to be late for your job. “Mr. Ackerman,” you said, walking to the front of the classroom. “I was wondering if I can get an extension on the essay due tomorrow?” 

Levi's eyebrows came together, “I gave you a week to complete that assignment, why do you need an extension?” He had his arms crossed over his chest, his head tilted to the side. 

“Well, I’ve had work everyday after this class til’ 10, and in the morning I work at the coffee shop until my first class.” You placed your hands behind your back, fiddling with your ring. 

“What time is your first class?” 

“Usually 12.” You were slightly embarrassed to ask this, you were always incredible at staying on top of your work. Just with the holidays coming up, and the end of the semester. Studying and work has started to become a blurred line. You wanted to get something nice for your family. “But, I promise you I’ll be able to get it done by next week, I’m going to get a long holiday break.” Almost two months. “Coffee shops aren't open when campus isn’t open and I’m friends with my manager.” You said. 

Levi sighed, “It’s fine.” He suppressed a smile, “Just forget about it, it’s nothing to worry about.” He walked to his desk, leaning against it. “It’s my Christmas present.” 

“I still want you to get me some AirPods, Professor Ackerman.” You responded, turning on your heel and walking away. 

“Don’t call me that,” he muttered, “It makes me feel old.” Tapping his foot on the ground. 

You giggled, “Levi, you are old.” You played, “And, I don’t think you want me to call you Tío at school.” You turned on your heel, walking backwards as you walked with him. “And, I think that would make you feel older.” 

He has known you since you were a child. You could hear him mutter, “Spoiled brat.” Aauhh, you loved Levi, and he loved you. 

You turned back around, only to embarrassingly bump into someone. You could feel your face burn. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” You said, tilting your head up and looking at the person. You could feel the gears in your head turning, he looked familiar. 

“Y/n?” 

You told him your name? Oh, Shawn! The boy in front of you was Shawn. Or, mostly known as, the school's most infamous two faced boy, Jean. It had only been two weeks since you last saw him. 

“ Now, lets quickly–Pause  ▹ “

This was the last person you wanted to see. Why, you may ask? 

Because. 

Okay, not just because… it wasn’t as easy as pinpointing a specific reason. There were many reasons. But, to give you a few ideas!–

It was because you hated the way he treated women, his friends, and acted in public. It was extremely unattractive. Sure, people let him get away with it because he was conventionally attractive —which is debatable—, rich, and a star when it came to his sport. But, you didn’t care about any of that. 

Especially after the way he treated your best friend. Mikasa. 

Maybe, you can pinpoint your hatred, and where it started. 

Mikasa was a senior when you were a freshman. She would constantly say, you were her freshman. And, she absolutely adored you. You equally adored her. If that was possible. It probably wasn’t.

Mikasa bought you McDonald’s, took you shopping, drove you home, bought you Starbucks, and gave you money if you needed some. School lunches these days are expensive. She was like your big sister. The big sister you needed in your fucked up family and life. She really did help you with a lot of things. You seriously loved her. A part of you wondered late at night if you loved her too much. 

The plan was— Mikasa would apply to Trost State University. And, when it came time for you to go to college, you would also apply. 

You two were so excited! 

You wanted to meet her friends, but you only met a few of her close ones before she graduated. —Some of which you couldn’t remember— But, a bit before she left— you remember her distinctively telling you, “I met someone!” 

You wished you took a picture of her. You’ve never seen her that happy. You’ve never seen her love that hard. 

Maybe that was the problem. The only love she ever produced, was one stronger than the rays of the blistering sun. The two of you celebrated with —illegal— drinks for your age. It was sweet. She told you everything about him. And, let’s just say your expectations were high… “You don’t get Y/n, I’m obsessed.” Mikasa’s eyes widened, stuffing a fry into her mouth. Before grabbing a tater tot and adding it. 

“I feel like we got too many fries.” You said, grabbing a tater tot and popping into your mouth. Eating it quickly with your mouth open as it burned your mouth. Mikasa always made eating hot food so misleading, she made it look so normal. 

“I don’t think we got enough.” She ran her tongue over her pink lip. “No, but–I really think, this is the guy.” Her hands moved over the steering wheel, parking the car. 

“You said that about the last guy.” You groaned, giving her a look. Grabbed your ‘drink,’ and pressed the top against your lips. 

She pinched your cheek, “We made up, and I still do think he’s the one.” She sighed dreamily, “and he was amazing in bed.” 

You scrunched your nose in disgust, a chill going down your spine. “Ugh, I forgot you had sex.” You pressed your lips together, “It’s so gross.” You finally took a sip from your ‘drink.’ Okay, it was alcohol in a sippy cup. 

“Y/n, believe me. Once you find the one, you won’t hate it.” Mikasa said, looking at you for a second. “Unless.. you already found one.” 

You looked at her smiling, quickly putting the glass bottle down. “I have,” You placed your hand on her arm, “Mikasa, there’s—“ you faked a sniff, “there’s something I need to tell you..” 

She laughed, before grabbing your hand. “There’s something I need to tell you too, Y/n— I,” she closed her eyes, pretending to struggle. 

“Let’s just say it at the same time.” You muttered, getting closer to her face. Trying not to laugh. 

“I love you.” 

“I love Dilfs.” 

Mikasa’ jaw dropped. “Shit, me too but,” 

You snorted. “But— what?” 

“I totally misread the signals.” She said, leaning back into the driver's chair and getting another fry. “I thought we were having a moment.” 

You put your hand on her shoulder. “We were.” You took the fry from her. “But, not in a way you thought.” 

“Jesus.” She laughed. “I guess, I’ll just move onto my other hoe.” She smiled, “But, you were always my number one.” 

“Wait, you never told the guy's name.” You looked to the side thoughtfully, “Or, the guy before that..'' you felt your eyebrows mush together. “Wait, do these guys even go to our school?”

“Oh course they do, Y/n.” She rolled her eyes, “I loved Dilfs, but I don’t wanna date one.” She pressed her lips together and smiled, “Just yet..” 

You nodded, giving her a discrete thumbs up. 

“No, but his name is Jean.” She smiled, tilting her head back in her chair. “And, he’s the guy I’m going to marry.” And, you’ll never forget his name. Jean. 

It was always fresh in your head the next two years of highschool. “What’s he look like? Do I know him?” You muttered, twisting your body in the chair, and lifting your legs onto the seat. 

“No, unfortunately.” She murmured, “but, I do have a picture of him.” She reached for her pink phone, unlocking it and going to her camera roll. “He’s so cute!” 

You watched her squirm, smiling at her phone. Clicking on to something and flipping the screen to you. You could feel your smile slowly drop. “This is the guy you’re twisting your panties about?” You tilted your head, squinting your eyes. “He’s so—“ 

“Cute!” 

“Horse face.” 

“What.” 

You smiled, “He has a horse face.” You giggled, “Maybe he’s just not my type but, absolutely not.” 

She pouted, dropping her arm. “What?… I thought he was so cute..” 

“Mikasa, you thought Floch was cute.” You deadpanned. 

“I said, I didn’t think he was as ugly as people made it to be!” She almost shouted. 

You two giggled. “Well, if you're happy, that’s all that matters.” You smiled, “I just want you to be happy Mika, you deserve to be.” 

She smiled, bringing you into a hug. “Thanks, Y/n.” She pulled back, holding your hand. “What would I do without you?”

And, she was happy. Was. 

The moment the two of you parted, that’s when everything went downhill. It was probably the universe telling the two of you, you needed each other. And you did. You still do. 

She would still pick you up from school. Since your parents were never around to do it, and that’s when you would hear it. That’s when you would finally see your best friend— big sister, fall down in tears. 

Over what? A boy. Over Jean. 

You hated those days. Absolutely hated them. It was like you could feel her pain seeping into your heart. She would pick you up, and sob about what the boy she liked–loved did to her. The boy she loved. About how he cheated, lied, and ignored her. At some point, Mikasa wondered if Jean hated her. Mikasa was such a sweetheart, she thought she was doing something wrong. 

She was never in the wrong. And, that’s the Jean you know. The one who absolutely tore the heart of your big sister. The one who ruined her so much, she thought she was in the problem. 

The worst part was, every time she cried, it was always over something. One day– Fuck. 

One day, Mikasa claimed he wanted someone different. Jean wanted someone small, innocent, untouched, and cheerful. Something that—Jean claimed, Mikasa wasn’t. At least, not anymore. And, you saw it. The moment the gears in her head started turning as she looked at you. And, you had the same realization. 

Mikasa, just described you. And, that broke her. 

She no longer spoke to you after that. So, now that you were in college, you had to deal with seeing his ugly face. 

Where was she now? Unfortunately, she moved schools by the time you got accepted. But, the two of you stayed in contact. FaceTime every night, and some calls throughout the day. 

You two were still close. She managed to move on, but you could never forget the face and name of the man that broke her. Even if she forgave him. You wouldn’t. 

So, that one fateful day, you were working at the school Starbucks. You two were on call. The title, “Whore of Trost,” haunting your vision. A video the whole college knew about. “I can’t blame her for moving.” You whispered, “Poor girl, I can’t imagine what she must be going through.” You whimpered, existing out the video. You couldn't bear to watch anymore, you could feel yourself growing sick. You scrolled down looking at the comments. They didn’t help your condition. 

Mikasa mimicked your expression, turning away from her computer. “I can’t imagine, it’s a girl's worst nightmare.” She tilted her head, pressing her hand to her heart. “Have they caught who posted the video?” 

You shook your head, “They haven’t, I think the only thing that the school knows about is where it was shot.” The football locker room, “So, the whole football team is under surveillance.” You pressed your lips together, “But, I heard something about the baseball team getting revenge, or something.” 

“But, on a poor innocent girl?” Mikasa stressed, “I get the sports have their rivalry, but to bring an innocent girl into the mix is just fucked up. Keep it between the sports, not the students.” Mikasa scowled, she was very passionate about these things. “Was she dating one of the football players?” 

“No!” You stressed, “That’s what makes this so much more– frustrating. She was just an innocent bystander. In-fact, she didn’t even know she was being recorded.” What you don’t understand is why she hasn’t revealed who it was. 

Did the person have blackmail on her? Actually, was the video the blackmail?

“I hope she’s okay.” Mikasa’s voice cut you out of your thoughts. 

You nodded, “I hope so too.” 

“Are you on break?” Mikasa asked, trying to lighten the mood. 

“Yes, I’m on my break.” You replied. Pressing a strand of hair behind your ear. Trying to forget about the heavy feeling on your shoulders. 

“How many goddamn breaks do you get?!” She asked, trying to make you smile. “You called me like an hour ago.” 

“I was also break.” You opened the door, peering into the barista room. Seeing everyone make drinks and take orders. It looked packed today, maybe you should be out there..

Naw. 

“You must be abusing your break privileges.” 

You forced a giggle, leaning back and walking into the room. Recalling something that happened recently. With something you did abuse. Actually, it was something you constantly abused. “I abuse my pretty privilege.” 

“Again?!” Mikasa asked shocked, “Did you make another boy cry?” 

You sat down on the small chair in the break room, “Look, I thought I liked this guy, really did. But, the moment we started—“ you giggled, “You know, having sex— I realized, absolutely-fucking-not.” You sighed, “Gave him the best head and pussy in the game, then dipped.” He was fucking horrible in bed. You couldn’t express that enough. 

“No wonder he was heart-broken.” She cooed, “He got pussy-whipped.” 

“They all get pussy whipped.” You put her on speaker, lowering your phone and looking through your messages. “Look, I’ll send you some shit he’s been sending me. It’s so fuckin’ cringy.” 

“Jesus, Y/n, what the hell happened to you.” You could tell she was joking. “Ah, it feels like just yesterday we were in my car, you telling me about how gross sex was— and now look at you!” She cooed, “A full on man-eater, leaving a trace of heart-broken guys with such an innocent face.” 

“Man-eater?” You questioned, sending the picture to Mikasa. A long string of messages about how much he loved you, and wanted you in his life. Only to soon follow they by— ‘one more time, let’s fuck one more time, please. Then, I leave you alone.’ 

Ah, men begging was always so funny. 

“Jesus, is that an 8-ball game you sent him?” 

“Yeah, he’s really bad, so it helps me raise my stats.”

“Jesus..” 

“What’s a man-eater?” You questioned again, still wanting an answer. Reaching into your pocket and playing with the small jewelry inside. 

“Exactly what you are.” She laughed, “If you searched up the definition ‘man-eater’ your face would pop up.” You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “But honestly, they deserve it.” Clearly. After the video was spread, you couldn’t agree more. 

But, you felt your throat run dry. Your heart stopped. Well, fuck me. “Mika, you wouldn’t believe who’s in line right now.” 

You could hear her groan on the other line. “God, don’t tell me.” There was a slight pause, before the two of you spoke at the same time. 

“Jean.”

“Your mom.” 

You made a face, “I swear to god, when will you drop that ‘your mom’ thing?” You asked, almost annoyed. But, you couldn’t be annoyed at Mikasa. 

“Never, Y/n. Never.” She giggled. “But, ew. I completely forgot he loves coffee.” 

You could feel your eyes bulge out of your head. “And, you didn’t think of telling me that when I told you I was applying to a coffee shop?!” You almost shouted. 

She laughed again, “I forgot.” 

“Bull-fuckin-shit.” You joked. Searching up the definition. 

‘INFORMAL

a dominant woman who has many sexual partners.” 

I guess that’s not completely wrong. 

Besides, you’ve always wanted to see a big strong, alpha male. Tied to your bed, begging you to touch him while you record. 

But, you were saving that for a certain boy. Which, coincidentally, was waiting outside for coffee. 

“I mean, this isn’t wrong.” You said, leaning back in your chair and sighing. “But, you know, all my sexual partners are just people I used to pass time.” Or, to get revenge for other people. 

“Or, hurt for other people.” Mikasa added. She was always good at reading your mind. 

“Some girls want me to hurt them for revenge.” You shrugged, “Who am I to say no.” You always understood the pain of someone who did you wrong in a relationship, you literally watched your best friend go through it. And, you couldn’t do anything. 

Now, you can. 

You try making up for it by helping other girls your age. 

“If you get the chance, do it to Jean.” Mikasa said jokingly. But, you couldn’t help, but notice how her tone deepened. A part of her wasn’t joking. 

“If I can, I will Mika.” You told her, standing up and throwing your hair back. Walking towards the doors, about to go outside. 

“Okay, Y/n.” She cooed. 

You peered outside again, looking at him. “I’ll call you back.” You wanted to do what you always did. “Luca! Get over here!” You whispered, pulling the cashier to the side. She looked at the person, quickly finishing their order and walking to you, confused. 

“I’m in the middle of—“ 

“The shark is out of the pond!” You whisper shouted. Eyes wide as you grabbed her shoulders. “The shark is out of the pond.” 

She blinked, “Oh, shit.” She looked out the door, “Don’t tell me.” You didn’t have too. 

“Do something shitty to his drink,” you told her. You weren’t allowed to serve drinks, only work as a cashier. “I’ll take the order.” 

Her jaw dropped. “Girl, I love you, but I can’t lose my job.” She gestured to the cashier, “Just over charge him.”

That wasn’t enough. “That isn’t enough after all the shitty things he’s done to—“ you paused, feeling guilt crawl up your throat. You didn’t mean to tell Luca about Jean and Mikasa, you just were so overwhelmed—

Luca pressed her lips together, not wanting to say anything. 

“How about this, we bet on it.” You forced a smile at her, “if he orders one of my favorite drinks, you give me thirty, and do something to the drink.” You smiled, “If he orders one of your favorite drinks, I’ll give you thirty and cover one of your shifts.” 

“Deal.” 

You smiled, “Good, lemmie cover this order.” You pushed the doors open, four things in your head. 

Jean wanted someone small, innocent, untouched, and cheerful. 

Just like Mikasa had once heartbreakingly told you. 

You turned to Luca, “If I win, I want you to fucking shit in his drink.” You smiled at her sweetly, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the white gold, purity ring. Slipping it into your thumb. “Kay?” 

She shook her head, “Whatever you want.” 

You pushed the doors open, widening your eyes, and smiling sweetly. Going behind the counter, “I’m so sorry for the wait! We got backed up for a second.” Your hands were clasped together, trying to show your —fake— sorrow. 

Your purity ring shining under the coffee shop lights. 

“ Play  || “

Sure, you’ve seen him around. But, you always avoided him, walking away, pretending not to see him, and plain out ignoring him. You didn’t want to see him. 

“Y/n?” 

Now, you couldn’t exactly do that. 

You pressed your lips together, suppressing the scowl that was building on your face. “Oh, hey!” You said, cheerfully. Holding onto your backpack’s strap. 

“That’s right, you have Ackerman’s class.” Jean grabbed his glasses, lifting them to the crown of his head. Smiling sweetly, “How’s this going for you? Easy class?” 

He’s trying to make small talk, Y/n. Don’t slap the shit out of him. 

Yet. 

Your eyes widened, faking your emotions. “Easy!? This class kills me.” You laughed, “But, I do excel in the material.” You smiled. 

“Maybe, you could tutor him, Y/n.” Levi interjected, “He seriously needs it.” 

You almost broke your neck when you twisted your head. You glared at Levi, speaking to Jean with your back to him. “What do you have in this class?” 

“Not something good.” Jean nonchalantly replied. 

You sighed, turning back to him and smiling. Clasping your hands to your chest and smiling, “Well, I’d be more than happy to help!” You placed a foot behind the other, tilting your head. “And, it’ll be completely free.” 

Jean smiled, “That sounds lovely.” He leaned down, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Bringing it in your direction, “Here, give me your number, I’ll text you where my dorm is.” 

You knew he wanted you to grab his phone, but you didn’t. You quickly went to his side, looping your left arm around his right one, and putting in your number. Hands wrapped around his single one holding the phone. 

Showing off the massive size difference between you two. Jean thickly swallowed, his eyes drinking up the skin you were showing. 

“Okay, I’m actually free next week today—“

“That works.” He cut you off, his eyes still trained on your hands. Slowly sliding off his body. 

You giggled, “Okay then, I’ll meet you at my dorm.” You said, running your tongue over your bottom lip. You turned on your heel, “See ya.” Jean smiled, his head following you as you walked away.  

Once you passed Jean, you turned to face Levi— walking backwards as you flipped him off. You hated your Tío sometimes. 

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

You dramatically groaned, rolling your eyes the moment you hit the library. It had been too long since your last visit. And, after your Jean encounter close to a week ago, you needed it to be quiet while you studied. 

“Jesus, I don’t know how long I can keep this up.” You moaned. Leaning on the outside railing, you needed to sit down. You needed to be alone. 

Everyday was the same thing, Jean would go to your job, your class, and your dorm. Don’t ask me how he found out, because I don’t know. So, you had to put on your poker face, and smile at him every time he walked you around the campus. 

It almost felt like he was a puppy. 

He probably was purposefully acting like a puppy. Trying to get on your good side, or something like that. 

It’s so annoying. 

When you felt someone tug your hair. “You bitch!” 

You turned, grabbed her hand and scowling at her. “What the fuck!” Who the hell was this— “Historia?” You questioned, confused on why the hell she yanked your hair. I mean, Jesus, that hasn’t happened since highschool. 

Historia was the school ‘it’ girl. Someone who had boys wrapped around her manicured finger. You two shared some random math class together. You always noticed how often someone was asking for her number. However, she always declined. 

Why? She was dead set on one guy. 

Take a wild guess who it is. 

“You’re such a two faced, ugly, bitch!” She said, tears pearling in your eyes. “I fucking trusted you, and this is what you do?! Stab me in the back?” You shoved her off you. 

“Historia, what the fuck are you talking about?!” You asserted, taking a step back and looking around. Now, there’s people looking at us. “Cause, I haven’t done shit.” You tried lowering your voice. 

“Jean!” She shouted back. 

You could feel that name echo through your head. 

Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. 

Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean. Jean..

Fucking. Jean. 

Why did he have to influence everything in your life? Most importantly, why didn’t it have to be you? You don’t even know what’s going on.

You mushed your eyebrows together, sighing. “Historia, I still have no clue what you’re talking about.” You said calmly, trying to de-escalate the situation. 

Maybe if you—

You pulled up your phone, opening your messages. “The only reason I have Jean’s phone number is because I tutor him.” And, you just got that yesterday. “And, I just got it like a week ago.” 

You twisted the screen to her face, showing that the two of you don’t even have any message dialogues. “If you want, you can search up my socials, and see if I follow him.” You didn’t. 

“Wait..” she muttered, tears falling down her cheeks slowly. “You two aren’t dating?..” 

What. 

“Dating?” You seethed, almost in disbelief before tilting your head back and laughing. “Historia, I don’t do dating.” You placed your hand into your hair, rubbing the spot she yanked. “I would never date Jean, not after what I’ve seen him do.” You said, damn, she yanked me hard. 

“That makes more sense.” She whispered, “I thought I was weird after what you did to Floch,” She paused for a second, “and Niccolo.” 

You squinted your eyes, “Niccolo was an accident,” but deserved, “and Floch was a favor.” Because, Floch literally sucks. It was about time someone put him in his place. And, you have the desperate, pleading, messages from him to prove it. 

“That makes sense.” Historia placed one foot behind the other awkwardly. She felt a guilt crawl up her spine. She completely forgot what you did for girls on campus. 

Jean could be another victim that you're wrapping into your web. Which could be something someone asked you to do. 

You pushed a gold strand of hair from her face. 

Then, placed a hand on her shoulder. “Now, I need you to tell me everything.” You we’re trying to keep your cool, “Because, I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about.” 

Historia blinked a few times, before nodding her head. “I’m sorry.” She softly said, “But, if you hate him that much—“

“I do.” You cut her off, “You don’t understand the history I have with him.” She didn’t. That’s why her words didn’t completely piss you off. 

Historia pressed her lips together. “Did he do something.. bad?” He’s done bad things to her. Cheating seemed to be a familiar word when dating Jean. 

You sighed, taking a step back and looking at your feet. Closing your eyes, before opening them. “It’s about something he did to someone who was a part of me.” 

Mikasa. 

Historia thickly swallowed, “Then, I’m going to need you to sit down.” She grabbed her hands. “Because, it’s really bad.” 

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

You looked at Armin, then back to Historia. “Now that you’re all caught up,” you told him, “Historia, spill.” 

Armin grabbed your hand, shaking his head. “It’s better you hear from her, than Eren.” He whispered, squeezing your hand comfortingly. 

Eren. That name sounded familiar. If you recall correctly, that was a friend of Mikasa’s. Along with a friend of Armin’s. You’ve never met him, but you’ve heard about him when calling Mikasa. 

If you didn’t know any better, you believed Eren was Mikasa’s first love. 

You felt your eyebrows mush together at a realization, “Wait! You know about this Armin?!” You pushed his hand away, glaring at him. 

“..Yes..” Armin slowly said. 

You shut your eyes, “Oh my god, does everyone know, but me!?” You groaned, placing your hands to your face and keeping them there. 

By their silence. You took it as a yes. 

“How bad is it?” 

Armin silently grimaced. “I’ve never seen Jean act like this towards someone.” He leaned back in his chair, “I know he’s horrible, but not obsessive.” He muttered, “Especially with someone he doesn't even talk to.” 

“He likes the idea of you.” Historia added, “That’s what he’s obsessed with.” She bit her lip, hesitating. She didn’t know if this would be a good thing to tell you. “And, with the way you approach men, is exactly his type.” 

You’ve heard that one, too many times. 

“Makes sense.” You said, “That was my goal when I spoke with him, but I didn’t think it would work—“ you paused, “..this well.” 

Obsessive? Over the idea of you. 

That makes things easier. Now, you can make him fall hard for you. You couldn’t wait to throw him out like trash. 

“Anyways,” if you hear what he’s saying, it could possibly help you. Despite how much you don’t want to. “What’s this horse face been saying?” 

Historia blew a piece of hair out of her face. “It’s worse than what he said about Mikasa.” 

You pressed your lips together, your heart squeezing at the idea of Mikasa and her pain. You thickly swallowed, “And, how do you know that?” Rumors are just as fake as Barbie. 

She closed her eyes. “Because, I was sitting next to him when he said them.” 

But, that was something hard to deny. 

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

Eren took a puff of his blunt, his eyes glossy. “Oh, have you two ‘made up,’ yet?” Eren asked Jean, smiling at the girl in his lap. 

Pieck. 

At least, who he thought was Pieck. He couldn’t think straight. 

“Yeah, and she’s tutoring me.” Jean replied, taking the blunt from Eren. “She’s also my personal cocksleeve.” He passed the blunt to Porco. Skipping over Historia. He never allowed her to drink, smoke, or do anything much when she was with him. 

Historia kept her gaze to the floor, the idea of Jean being so open about his infidelity stung. It stung and hurt worse than a cut to the wrist. 

Who the hell was Jean’s new play thing? 

“Damn, if I knew she was such a slut, I would’ve never looked her way.” Porco added, lifting his cup to the rest of the group of friends. Which consisted of most of the football team. “Don’t want someone ran through, right?” His eyes landed on Historia for a split second. 

Cheers and laughter of agreement erupted within the group. While Jean stayed quiet, a smile on his lips. “I’m telling you, the more innocent they look, the more of a slut they are.” He placed his hand on Historia’s head, bringing her close to him. “Right, Historia?” He smiled down at her, watching the way her lip trembled. He was humiliating her. 

She nodded. She only nodded. 

“Yeah, she knows.” He pushed her away, grabbing his cup and taking a sip. “But, seriously, I don’t mind.” 

Eren laughed, cutting into his sentence. “Because, that’s your girl Jean.” He smiled, “You should be the last person to care.” 

Porco’s eyebrows came together, “Wait, who the hell are you talking about?” He asked, “I thought you were talking about her,” he pointed at Historia, “But—“ 

“Y/n.” Eren cut in, grabbing his cup from the table and lifting it to his lips. “The barista you asked out. Her.” He sighed quietly, making sure no one heard. Before adding, “Jean’s girl.” 

“Her?!” He said, “Shit, that’s not what I expected.” He muttered, “She looks so—“ 

“Innocent, I know.” Jean wanted to ruin that, just like he did with Historia. Just like he did with every girl he was with. “That’s what drew me to her.” Like a moth to a flame.

“Ugh, I want someone like that.” Reiner groaned, “Just— not used.” He added. 

“Believe me, they’re out there. Virgins who can’t wait to get dicked down.” Jean replied, “Just gotta’ find them.” He laughed to himself. “Of course, not mine.” He sent Reiner a wink.

“Like we’d want some used whore like that.” Reiner added, “Sorry, but no thanks.” 

“You’d be surprised.” Eren said. 

Jean sighed, nodding his head in agreement. “That’s why no one’s been talking to her.” He added, “Everyone knows that’s my bitch.” Jean stood up, tossing his drink onto the table. Watching it spill into the carpet. 

He didn’t care, it wasn’t his carpet. 

He didn’t care about anything unless it was his. Those were the only thing he cared about. 

“Anyways, I’m out.” He said, “I’m getting bored.” 

Historia glanced over at Jean, then to Eren. Eren felt a small snag of guilt hit his chest. “Jean,” he turned over his shoulder, “What about Historia, you takin’ her home.” 

“No.” He added a scoffing laugh, “I don’t care.” 

And with that, Jean was gone.

Eren sighed, looking at the small girl, “I’ll take you home.” He pushed Peick off, “Let’s go.” He reached his hand out, taking Historia’s small one and gently pulling her off the ground where she was sitting. “You don’t deserve to be on the floor.” 

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

That’s definitely not the little puppy following me around campus. You never released how two-faced Jean could be. 

“I can’t believe he said that to you.” Now, you absolutely needed to humble this man. Put his pleading text on the internet, some shit like that. Something to kill his goddamn ego. “I swear, I can’t believe people like that exist.” 

Armin nodded his head in agreement, you immediately leaned into him. Smiling at him, “I’m so glad you’re not like that Armin.” You mumbled into his jacket sleeve. “I swear, you’re so perfect babe.”

Armin smiled at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Before, looking back at Historia, while she sighed. “I’m so thankful for Eren, he bought me some coffee after.” 

Your eyebrows came together, “Wait, Eren bought you coffee?” You scoffed, “And, not your boyfriend Jean?” You saw Historia cringe at the word ‘boyfriend.’

Historia softly sighed, “Jean’s never bought me anything.” She blinked a few times, “He’s never bought a girl anything, thinks his love is enough. And, if you want him to buy you something, he always makes you pay him back.” She paused, “He says he doesn’t really like romantic gestures.” 

“Ugh, I hate him.” You groaned. 

Armin pressed his lips together, “I’m glad Eren’s still the same.” He added. Trying to change the subject. 

Historia meekly nodded in agreement. Her fingers toying with her sleeve. “Me too.” 

Your eyebrows came together, “Wait, wait, please don’t tell me you’re talking about Jean’s best friend.” You asserted, pushing Armin’s arm off you. “The guy who’s literally the embodiment of Jean.” Sure, he might’ve bought Historia a coffee, but so what?

Armin pressed his lips together. Not wanting to add to the rumors. “Sure.” His response was brief, almost stiff.

You sighed, turning your attention to Historia. “Wait, you’re dating Jean?.. I thought he didn’t date anyone?” Especially with the amount of girls always around him. 

Historia propped her arm on the table, letting her head rest in her hand. “We’re not together, he just says we’re dating when it conveniences him.” She let out a long sigh, “With the amount of times he’s cheated on me, it just hurts more to say we’re together.” 

You could feel your heart shatter when she told you that. It felt like the late night calls you and Mikasa used to have. When she was breaking down over this shitty human. You stood up, a determined fist near your heart. “Make him fall in love with me and dump his ass!” You said, determined and proud. A eager smile on your lips. 

Armin slapped his hand over his face, softly groaning. Why were you like this?

You felt your phone vibrate, and instantly you got a bad feeling. It was on the table, face down, catching everyone’s attention. You smiled, “How much you wanna bet it’s Jean.” 

Armin squinted his eyes, playing the odd in his head. “Thirty if it’s that one boy.” He snapped his fingers a few times, trying to remember his name. “Niccolo was it? The one that’s begging you to fuck him again?” It was a good chance, since it was so fresh. He shrugged his shoulders, “Also. Forty if it’s Jean.” 

“Fifty if it’s Floch.” Historia added. 

You and Armin quickly agreed, Historia made the best bet. Floch was always texting you. 

You flipped the phone to you, glancing at the notification. You picked up your phone, flipping the screen so only you could see. Before smiling. “Fuck yeah.” You flipped the phone to the both of them, “It’s Jean and Floch.” And, Jean was asking for some tutoring. Fuck yeah. 

When, another number caught your attention. It was somewhat fresh, only sent an hour ago, and from an unsaved number.

324–1980–1234

Which was weird, despite not texting or calling the men you talked to, you always made sure to save their number. You didn’t like the idea of mixing up guys. Maybe, you didn’t save the number, because the numbers were so– unique. 1234, that’s so easy to remember. 

Obviously, not easy enough since you don’t remember the person. 

You clicked the notification, reading the text. A smile burning onto your face. Cute. Another horny boy asking you to fuck him. How original. 

More notably, he was saying ‘it can be a secret between the two of us.’ Which was odd.. Why would you need to keep anything a secret? You weren’t dating anyone, or talking to someone no less. His next text made you even more confused. 

‘Yk, since you’re Jean’s girl’

You could feel your eyebrows furrow together. Jean’s girl? What the hell? You weren Jean’s girl, in-fact– this was the first time you were hearing this. Wait, who the hell is this guy?! You were going to clarify, but Historia’s voice caught your attention. “How do you know this is even going to work?” 

You sighed, putting your phone down. I’ll respond later. “I don’t,” You lifted your eyes to Historia, “But, if I want this to work, you have to tell me everything you know about Jean.” You said, placing your phone down on the table. “And, I mean everything.” You leaned on Armin’s shoulder. 

Historia bit her lip, “I’m sorry, Y/n, but.. I don’t really know anything about Jean. Other than that, he doesn't talk to his parents anymore.” I can work with that. Historia glanced at Armin, “And, I don’t think anyone does.” She placed her hands on the table. 

Armin sighed, “He cut me off a month into college.” Armin placed his head on yours, accepting defeat with you. 

“Actually,” Historia voiced, keeping her eyes down. “I’m ashamed I haven’t told anyone, but..” She placed her hands to her face, whimpering to herself. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.” 

Your eyebrows came together, looking at Armin. The two of you stayed silent, unsure of how to respond. Unsure how severe Historia's confession may be. 

 Historia sniffed, blinking a few times, then finally looking at you. “I’m sure you both know the name..” 

You could feel your blood run cold before the name even left her name. 

“Annie.” 

The whore of Trost.

You could feel tears brim in your eyes at the thought. 

What did Jean know about Annie? And, why hasn’t he told anyone?… What was he hiding?

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

Eren moved his foot up and down, glancing at the clock. Watching it tick in his room, hearing the loud music playing from his roommates room. Sighing into his phone, “I don’t know, he’s never acted like that. Like this!” He paused, thinking about what he said. “Well, never to this extent.” 

“Maybe, he is projecting?..” the person responded. 

“From what trauma?” He replied, “He had a childhood I— we were jealous of Mika.” Eren sighed, “I just, I can’t play pretend anymore for his sake. Jean’s become a different person..” 

Mikasa sighed into the phone, “We don’t know that Eren.” 

“We knew him enough to know he had a private chauffeur!” He almost shouted, “Seems like a life to be jealous of.” Eren didn’t have that growing up. Hell, he didn’t even think he was going to attend college because of the cost. Luckily, his academic scholarship helped him attend his dream school. 

Mikasa stayed quiet for a moment, “People change Eren, there’s nothing I– we can do about that.” Something probably happened to the poor-boy before he went to college. “Just wait until he messes up something he actually wants. I promise you he’s going to change.” 

“I don’t think so..” Eren sat up in his bed, “I’m telling you Mika, this Y/n girl really has him twisted.” It’s so weird. “It makes me uncomfortable. She makes me uncomfortable. They both make me uncomfortable.” 

Mikasa sighed, “You remember my best friend from highschool?” Eren’s eyes widened, no way.. “Y/n’s her. And, the two are deathly different, yet similar.” Mikasa hated to admit it. “But, I’m not worried about her, she knows how to take care of herself.” 

Eren nodded, “You think so?” 

“I know so, Babe. Y/n’s someone I warn boys about.” Mikasa sighed, “I think Jean’s the one that should be scared.” Mikasa bit her lip, leaning down on her bed. “I think Jean’s going to experience a real heart break for once.” 

“I hope so,” Eren placed his hand to his head, closing his eyes. “He’s such a shitty person.” 

“Oh, speak of the devil.” Mikasa interrupted, “She’s calling me, I’ll call you later Eren.” 

“See ya.” Eren heard the phone line end, making him place his device on the bed. He missed who Jean was. There was a knock on his door, making him sit up on his bed. Looking at the door, taking a deep breath before speaking. “Come in.” 

The door split open, revealing the person behind it. Jean. “Hey, I’m going out.” He informed Eren, “I have tutoring tonight.” 

Eren hid the expression building on his face. Pity, for you. “With Y/n?” 

“Yeah, with Y/n.” He responded coldly. “See ‘ya.” He was about to close the door when Eren’s mouth moved on its own. 

“Watch out.” Jesus fucking christ, Mikasa was going to kill him. 

Jean slowly walked back into the room, his eyebrows together. His shoes clicking on the wooden ground, “What was that?” Eren could pick up on the malice, yet confusion in Jean’s voice. Something he hadn’t heard in awhile. Hell, he hadn’t heard, let alone seen any emotions come from Jean. 

You know, other than lust. 

“She’s friends with Mikasa.” Eren said, making eye contact with his best friend. “That one girl you broke a while back.” Mikasa was a sensitive subject for Jean, Eren could tell by the way his eyes softened. Only for a moment. It disappeared. 

“Is she?” He leaned on the wall, “I mean, I know she seemed familiar, but I just thought–” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I mean, I don’t care. It’s temporary. She’s temporary.” He corrected, placing his hand on his shoulder. 

“I know.” That’s what Jean always said. “Just.. felt like you would want to know.” 

Jean nodded, giving him a sarcastic, “Thanks.” Eren nodded back. Jean quickly left after that, the door clicking behind him. 

Eren held his breath for a second, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. “Mikasa, you got to be fucking with me,” Y/n being the threat? What a joke. You were the one who should be worried in this situation. 

But, Eren couldn’t ignore the weight that lifted from his shoulder. He warned Jean, so… anything that happens is his fault. 

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

You sighed dramatically, “Mikasa, I don’t have anything sexy in my closet.” You groaned. 

“Well, where an oversized tee, with some panties.” She commented, resting her chin in her palm. “That always got him going when I was with him.” She shuttered. 

“Ugh, no.” You replied, “I have to be innocent about it, I can’t be too obvious.” Your closet was filled with clothing your mother bought you before moving. Along with things you had bought in your personal time. “What about a skirt?” 

“Sundress?” Mikasa suggested while removing one of the hair curlers from her hair. Blowing the silky strands of hair from her face. “Cute and sexy.”

You giggled, “I like the sound of that, oh!” You quickly dove for your drawers, searching around for something. “Mikasa, I swear if i can’t find this goddamn sleeping dress, I’m going to kill myself.” You were mindlessly tossing clothing from the drawer. 

“Oh! Is it that one.. Like– the lacy, silk dress you have?” Mikasa turned her attention to the camera, watching you frantically look for this article of clothing. 

“Yes! It’s a lace, satin, silk dress.” You added, letting out a ‘ah-ha!’ when you found it. You held it up to the camera, then placed it on your body. Holding it there for Mikasa to see. “Cute, right?”

She nodded her head, “Mhm! Super cute.” 

You slipped off your shirt and shorts, shimming into the natural fitting dress. Smoothing the material down your body, then looking at the camera. Fashing her a quick smile, “Shit, I can’t remember the last time I wore this?”

“You wore it with Floch.” Mikasa looked you up and down. “And, when we had a sleepover.” She grabbed her phone, bringing it to her face. Taking a screenshot on facetime, making your phone light up. 

You smiled, driving for your phone. “Eww! I look so gross!” You giggled, reaching for your laptop. Pulling up Mr. Ackerman’s classroom. When you paused for a second, looking at Mikasa. “Mika, do you?..” You bit your lip, wondering if you should ask. “Nevermind…” You didn’t want to get too invested in Jean, getting attached to him– was bad. That wasn’t how this worked. 

“No, don’t ‘nevermind’ me.” Mikasa huffed, “Tell me, what’s going on in your head, Y/n.” 

You sighed, biting the inside of your cheek. “Do you know anything personal about Jean?” Goddamn it, Y/n. So much for the getting personal bit. 

Mikasa looked at you for a moment, before softly sighing. “Well, back in highschool we were friends.” You didn’t even know he went to your highschool until Mikasa started dating him. “And, he was so kind and sweet. The sweetest boy you’d ever meet.” 

You watched as Mikasa slowly lost her beam. “Then, what?” You couldn’t help but be curious.

“That’s it, we don’t know.” 

We?

“He just changed. I don’t know why, or how? But, he did.” Mikasa sighed, “Some thought he got his heart broken, others thought a loved one died, but I just don’t know.” She bit her lip, “But, I think it has something to do with his parents.”

There was a knock at your door, making you jump. Quickly turning panicked, “Shit! I didn’t change my panties!” Mikasa giggled, ending the call. While you grabbed all your clothing, shoving it back into the drawer and changing your panties to a cute, lacy black one. 

You quickly flipped your hair back and forth, giving it volume before opening the door. Pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “Hey, sorry. Just got out of bed.” You gave him a kind smile, moving to the side and letting him come into your room. 

Jean gave you a familiar smile, “Don’t worry about it, Babe.” For some reason, the name didn’t sound too degrading. Which… worried you. “Looking pretty as ever.” 

You shut the door behind you, locking it. “Now?” You fiend, “Even when I literally just got out of bed?” You softly groaned. Now, your act is starting to begin. 

“Just got out of bed?” He turned his head to look at you, “Damn, I look like a beached whale when I get outta’ bed.” He ruffled your hair, “You look like a goddamn angel.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, pushing his shoulder. “Stop messing with me, I know you’re just saying that.” He walked in front of him, tilting your head up. Watching as his pupils dilated. 

He was such a sinful man.

“Me?” He placed his hand on your lower back, leading you into your room. “I would never lie to you, Babe.” You hated how sincere that sounded, because you knew it wasn’t. You knew it was a lie leaving his mouth. You knew he was mocking you. 

You fluttered your lashes at him, giving him a bashful smile. “Really?” You made sure to sound small. 

“Of course,” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Anything for my little tutor.” You giggled, damn, he was good. 

You pulled yourself away from him. “So, do you need help with the concept or the work?” You walked to the small table in the center of your room, taking a seat on the ground. “Or, just both?” 

Jean took a seat across from you, leaning back on his palms. “Uhm, both?” He awkwardly crossed one leg over the other. Too tall for the small table in your room. “Whichever allows me to spend more time with you.” 

You could feel your mask chip with your next question. “But, you don’t even know me?” What if I was a killer? What if I wanted to do bad things to you?

“This is why I’m getting to know you.”Jean replied, “You’re different.” 

You blinked a few times, “Am I?” He nodded. You let your fingers run over your table, “Different enough to be your friend?” You watched as he froze, tensed up so quickly you would’ve missed it if you blinked. “Different enough to know the real Jean. Not the one everyone on campus knows about?” You let your eyes study his reaction, which wasn’t the one you wanted. 

“Maybe.” He responded briefly, diverting his eyes from you. 

Perfect. 

You placed your hand over his much larger one. “Don’t worry Jean, I just want to be close enough friends where you feel safe to tell me anything.” You gave him a comforting smile, patting his hand softly. “M’kay?” 

And, that’s when you knew you caught him off guard. In a good way. His shoulders relaxed, his sly smile dropped, and his eyes softened. He gave you a sincere smile, “Whatever, you dork.” He said, pulling away from your hand. 

You just gave him another smile, standing up and reaching to your bed. You giggled, easing the tension. “Do you want me to get you a pillow or something?” You tilted your head, “Just to get you more comfortable.” You stood up on your tippy toes and leaned forward, trying to reach for one of your pillows. You could feel Jean's eyes on the back of your thighs. Which was gross, but good for your situation. 

He found comfort and attraction in you. 

“Uhm, yeah. That would be nice.” He cleared his throat for a second, biting the inside of his cheek. Catching the soft stuffed animal you threw at him. Jean looked at it, before looking at you. “You still sleep with stuffed animals?” He placed it under him. 

“Of course!” You expressed, “And, don’t let Spot hear you say that, he gets grouchy.” You pointed at the stuffed pillow he was sitting on. 

Jean laughed, “Of course, I assume he doesn't mind me sitting on him.”

“He doesn't.” You smiled at him, “He likes it, actually.” 

Jean pressed his lips together, feeling them wiggle. Trying to hold the laugh bubbling in his throat, however he couldn’t hold it back. “Shit, of course, of course. He’s probably into that.” His hand went under him, feeling the soft fur of the stuffed animal. 

You tilted your head to the side, pushing a strand of hair from your shoulder. “People sitting on his face? Who isn’t?” 

Jean’s eyebrows raised for a split second, almost like he was shocked. “Can’t disagree with that, tutor.” He flashed you a charming smile, his pupils dilating for a second. 

You scrunch your nose quietly, “Ew, you perv.” You shook your head, sitting back across from him, bringing your knees to your chest. Reaching for your computer and placing it on the table. “Okay, how about we start with the assignment due this week.” You tilted your head, “That way I can grasp what you do and don’t know.”

“Okay, sure, that works.” he reached for his laptop inside his backpack, placing it on the table. A space gray color. “Only if I get more things to sit on.”

You shook your head, smiling to yourself. “Ew, as if. I feel bad for Spot, and that’s his kink.” You let out a small giggle. 

You reached under the table for your pencil bag. Pulling out a few pens, highlighters, and pencils. Along with a notebook and your textbook. “I hate the fact that this is the only class that actually uses the textbook but,” you shrugged. 

Jean looked at his screen, “That’s why I use the online version.” Jean leaned forward, flipping the computer screen to you. Showing you his pdf. “It helps me save money.” He also downloaded it illegally but..

You blinked at him a few times, “Wait, that’s actually so smart.” More subtle praise. “And yeah, that works perfectly.” 

“I mean, I downloaded it illegally, but yeah.” He sighed, “I tried my best to avoid this class my freshman year, but it bit me in the ass.” He sighed, “That’s karma I guess.” 

“You believe in Karma?” You tilted your head at Jean. 

Jean laughed, “No, just like to humor it every now and then.” His eyes traveled up your hand, “Do you believe in karma?” 

You opened your textbook, flipping to the chapter you were reviewing. “Absolutely, I believe everyone gets what’s coming to them.” You smiled at him, “So this tutoring better work so I can get my good karma.” 

Jean laughed, “Sure, sure. Anything for you, Babe.”

A shiver went up your spine. Anything for you. Those were some sweet words on Jean’s tongue. 

You blinked a few times, collecting your thoughts together before looking at your textbook. “Okay so, this is all about the concept we’re reviewing now. Pretty much explains how to do the homework.” Which was extremely rare for this class. 

Jean looked at your textbook, then his screen. “Okay.” He started scrolling through the document. Secretly glancing at the page you had opened, trying to find where in the book you were. His eyes met yours, wanting to ask for help, but the way you were patiently waiting with a smile, it made him continue looking on his own. “Okay, it’s here, right?”

You leaned forward, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, and making sure he was in the right section. He was. Surprisingly. You gave him a kind smile, “Great, good job, Jean.” You briefly patted his hand, looking at your textbook and grabbing a highlighter. Your eyes discreetly watched him, looking for a reaction. 

A shiver. Jean liked that, he really fucking liked that. In fact he wanted more.

You smiled to yourself, good. Perfect. He reacted well to praise. An often sign of not receiving it in youth. With your parents. 

Jean bit the inside of cheeks, gripping the table. “Okay so, we just read the stuff, then do the work.” He asked, shaking his head and bringing his distant attention to you. It felt like his mind was wandering– it was. 

“Yeah, that sounds great. Just highlight what you think is important, then we’ll go over it together,” you placed your chin in your hand. “It’s as simple as that.” You gave him another smile. It was the last reward you were going to give him. It was going to be odd to see a stone face after being so accustomed to a kind smiling one. 

It wasn’t long before the two of you finished reading, pulling up the assignment. You pushed your textbook to Jean, allowing him to look at what you marked up. “I thought that this was important in general, so I just marked it up.” 

Jean just nodded, his eyes scanning over what you found important. Mentally noting that it was pretty much identical to what he highlighted. “Good, just about what I expected from my smart little tutor.” Jean looked at the first question, already knowing the long steps of progress needed to complete the question. Jesus, he didn’t want to do it. 

“I hate this class.” He groaned, his eyes wandering to you. Waiting for your response, but it never came. Just silence, your eyes glued to your computer screen, and paper. 

Which was expected, you tended to get lost in your studies in the library or in class. Something Jean observed the first few times he ‘ran’ into you conveniently. So, he gave you some space. I mean, it wasn’t like you were purposely ignoring him. 

Right? 

Soon enough Jean was just playing some random computer game. His eyes flickering back to you every now and then, checking up where you were in the assignment. It was so quite, he could practically hear the neighbors next door fucking. Actually no, that was his imagination.   Jean just didn’t like the silence, no one did. He sighed loudly, “This is so boring, and useless.” 

You didn’t respond again, just continued solving for your answer. Looking up for a second, like you were thinking, then returning back to your problem. 

Jean felt a small part of him regress. What the fuck. Now, you had to be ignoring him, but he wasn’t annoyed. In fact, it was something else. Like a stinging sensation in his chest. “Y/n?” 

You tilted your head up, looking at him. Giving him a single nod, the only form of acknowledgement. And for some reason, it made the sensation go away. Only a little bit. 

Jean felt his eyebrows mush together, not used to the cold almost distant responses you were giving him. And, his reaction. What happened to the sweet and bubbly girl that he was just talking to? Jean didn’t like this. In fact, he missed… 

“Do you like this class?” Jean asked, flashing you a charming smile. You naturally wanted to smile back, but you stopped yourself. “I mean, professor Ackerman just sucks, but..” his eyes landed on you, seeing the way you were mindlessly nodding. An almost bored expression on your face. 

He cleared his throat. 

You looked at his paper, then back to him. Seeing the way his hand came over the blank sheet. You let out a breath through your nose, “Jean, just do your work,” you looked down at your paper, “If you need help, then you can talk to me.” You flickered your eyes at him, then back to your work. Suppressing the smile building your lips. The things you do to take a picture of his expression. 

Confusion, but laced with some embarrassment. He almost looked shocked. It was a huge contrast to the usual cocky smile on his lips. God, you wished Mikasa could see this. 

Jean thickly swallowed, “I– I don’t know how to do the first one.” Did I just fucking stutter? His eyebrows came together, shifting the paper to you. 

Your eyes flickered to his, raising an eyebrow. “Have you tried to?” You pointed at his empty paper, “It looks like you haven’t even tried.” That pain returned back into his chest, but for some reason, this time it was worse. You leaned back, crawling over to him. “Here, let me watch you try.” 

Jean looked at you, then the paper. He knew how to do the fucking problem, he just wanted to talk to you. Was that pathetic? It sounded pathetic in his head. He sighed, working out the problem, quickly finishing it, and placing his pencil down. Looking at you and waiting for your reaction. 

Waiting for your approval. However, that thought stayed in his head. Hell, he didn’t even know why he was waiting for your approval.

You gave him a small smile, followed by an enthusiastic– “Good!” 

Oh. 

Oh. 

That was why. 

Then, immediately, you return to your work. Your neutral facade already taking over, “When you’re done with the worksheet, show it to me, I’ll correct what’s wrong.” You pointed your pencil at his paper, then returned it to yours. 

Jean could feel that buzz of happiness slowly disappear. Your words were so brief, the feeling was so brief, it made him crave for more. “Well– aren’t you going to check if this is wrong?” He pointed at the problem he just solved. 

“No.”

Why the fuck were you acting so–

“It seems like you already know how to do it.” You rested your cheek on your palm, looking at him. This time, you looked more interested. “Am I wrong?” Your tone stayed neutral. It sounded like you were bored. 

Bored of Jean. 

Jean could feel his heart drop at that thought. No one’s ever been bored of him. In fact, it was always the opposite. He always got bored with the person. And, for once in his life, he didn’t know whether he should lie or tell the truth. Lies were so fluid with him, but right now he couldn’t even think of one. “Yes.” 

Your eyebrows came together as you scoffed at him. Looking back at your paper, “Whatever, okay.” 

Jean stared at you for a moment, expecting you to add onto the sentence. Except, you didn’t. And, it stung. He didn’t like this feeling. Hell, he didn’t even know what he was feeling. All Jean knew was he didn’t like being told ‘whatever,’ by you. He cleared his throat, “No, is what I meant.” His tone was soft, almost embarrassed, but his face didn’t display it. 

Then, suddenly you were filled with life. Something Jean loved seeing on you. His chest fluttered with the reaction. You giggled, flashing him a big smile. “You’re so confusing, Jean.” You told him, tilting your head and sighing dreamily, “I like when you tell me the truth, makes me like you more. Makes me feel like I’m talking to the real you.” You placed your head on the table, dimples denting into your skin. “Good job, Jean.” 

Jean’s mind blanked at the praise. Giving you a smile back, as he returned to his paper. Eager to finish it. 

Now, was this manipulation? Yes. Yes it was. 

It is the most basic in the book. It could be complicated, but you always knew a way to simplify it. 

Love-bombing. 

You made sure Jean got used to the smiles and praise. Especially since he was around you so often. And, you had to make sure he enjoyed it as-well. To the point where it would be weird not to receive it from you. Which is exactly what happened. And, it got Jean to do something he wouldn’t under regular circumstances. 

Open up with the truth. 

It was simple, really. Jean missed the attention, the praise, and the smiles. So, he did something to get it back. You were conditioning him– ‘Truth, good! Lie, bad!‘

That way, when you asked him something –anything– he wouldn’t lie to you. In fear of the rejection that may follow. In fear of the reaction that may follow from you. Something you only learned from the best. 

You tilted your eyes up, looking at Jean. They met Jean’s instantly, and you felt yourself stutter, before speaking. You weren’t expecting him to already be looking at you. “Believe it or not, but my parents are the ones who bought me my textbooks.” You rolled your eyes. “Pretty embarrassing, right?”

“Really?” He asked, wanting you to continue. 

“Mhm, but it’s kinda weird since I don’t even talk to them anymore.” You placed your hand on the book, making eye contact with him. “Feels like I’m using them.” Which was a lie, you were very much still in contact with your parents. In fact, you were going to their house these weekend. 

Jean leaned forward, “You’re not.” He told you. “You don’t know what it’s like to use someone, and I promise you, it’s definitely not reading a book they bought you.” He answered truthfully. 

You smiled at him, nodding your head. “I guess that’s true, but still.” You looked up, then down, “I kinda’ feel bad.” You sighed, “I always feel bad..” 

“Don’t, parents are shitty.” He replied, “I didn’t even know my parent’s name until freshman year.” You watched as he sighed. 

“Freshman year of high school?!” That was a real shock. 

“No, college.” He chuckled. “Pretty pathetic, huh?” 

That explains so much. You shook your head, “What? Of course not!?” You bit the corner of your lip, “It’s just unfortunate, no one should feel that way. No one should be treated that way.” That way they don’t turn out like this. Like you and Jean.

You’ve heard this story with almost every guy you’ve ‘been’ with. They’re always going through something, and taking it out on the people around them. You didn’t care though. 

It explains their actions. Doesn’t justify them. 

“Well, that’s just how it is.” Jean slid his paper over to you, placing his pencil down. “And, done.” When the hell did he even do it?

You blinked at him, “Done? I’m not even done?!” You couldn’t help it, but you giggled, grabbing his paper and looking over it. “And, it’s all correct.” You looked at him, “Jesus, are you sure you really need this tutoring? It seems like I could take some tips from you if you’re this smart.” 

“You’re the smart one here, Y/n.” He cooed, “I’m just here on my knees doing anything you want.” Jean smiled at you, his teeth flashing at you. His sharp canines caught your attention. Okay, maybe he was a little attractive. 

Another shiver. Hm. You wouldn’t mind seeing that. The worst part about that statement was— he wasn’t lying. 

“I doubt it Jean,” you really did, his pride was too big. “I feel like I’m the one who would do anything for you.” You flashed him a kind smile, creeping your hand slowly to your pencil. It’s about time for a reward. You pencil tipped over the table, and you brought your legs to your chest again, sighing dramatically. “Ugh, this is why I should buy pens.”

Jean waved it off, “Naw, the ink spills in your backpack when it rains.” Dipping his head under the table, grabbing the pencil off the ground. But, his eyes wandered up. He tried to stop it from happening. 

“Really?” You cooed, smiling to yourself. Watching as the tall male visibly tensed. Looking directly in between your legs. “I feel like you’re telling me from experience.” You leaned back slightly, spreading your feet apart. Allowing him a better view of your panties. A filthy and erotic sight for anyone.

Suddenly, he couldn’t think straight. His mind clouded with thoughts of you, only you. Filthy thoughts of what he would do to you. God, he would do anything for– what the hell was he thinking? He cleared his throat, “I have a lot of experience.” He said mindlessly. 

You giggled, pulling your feet together. “That’s not a good thing, Jean.” 

Jean quickly pulled his head up, hitting the back of his head under the table. You let another giggle slip from your lips, standing up and walking to his side of the table. Cupping his face with your hand, the other one coming to the top of his head and rubbing it softly. “Are you okay, Jean? That looked like it hurt.”

He blinked a few times, his cheeks turning pink with embarrassment. “No, yeah. I’m okay, just got distracted.” Hell, he was still fucking distracted. You hand was so small and soft against his face. So comforting. 

You laughed, lifting his face up. Pressing a kiss on his forehead, “You’re so cute Jean, you remind me of cake-pops.” You pulled back, watching as his pupils dilated. 

“Cake-pops?” Jean’s tone was breathy, almost whiney. He placed the pencil on the table, watching as your hand left his face. He missed the sensation already, so comforting and sweet. Something he wasn’t himself. 

“Yup! Cake-pop.” You told him. “Jean, I adore cake-pops, so take it as a compliment.” You letured, returning to your side of the table. 

“Hm,” he hummed, looking back at the paper. “You know, for someone who doesn't like me, that’s such a weird thing to say.” 

You could feel your heart drop. But, you didn’t show it. You tilted your head to the side, eyebrows cutely coming together, “What are you talking about?” Your voice was innocent, confused, and most importantly hurt. How the hell did he come to that conclusion?

I mean, he wasn’t wrong, but he shouldn’t know that…

Not yet, at least. 

“Words and actions say different things, Babe.” He cooed, smiling at you. “Even with this whole fake facade, I can see right through you.” 

You need to think of a lie, and you needed to think of one fast. You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. “Well, I’m sorry that I don’t want to be another one of your girlfriends or—“ you cut yourself off, “I just want to be your friend, and I thought maybe if I—“ 

“If you what?” His eyes were trained on you, he was interested. 

“If I pretended that I liked you, we could be close and just be close.” You sighed, looking down. You voice dropping down slightly, “Maybe, it was stupid..”

“Don’t you hear the shit people say about me?” He scoffed, “You’re telling me you still want to be friends?” His voice was mocking. 

Comfort but confront him, Y/n. 

“Yes, I hear about you all the time. Which, I won’t lie, made me want to stay away from you.” You bit your bottom lip, “I’ve also heard about the things you’ve said about me.” 

Jean’s eyes darkened, his jaw tensing. That fucking bitch Historia. Jean quickly fixed his expression, biting the inside of his cheek. “You have?” He didn’t want you to know about that. He wanted to keep you innocent and sweet. 

You nodded. “But, I assumed you were just saying that because you were around friends.” You made sure your voice broke, tears welling in your eyes. Making them glossy and cute. “I don’t think you mean it, right?” 

Jean stared at you, his lips parting for a second. 

Jean felt bad. Which is something he doesn’t feel at all. In fact, he’s never felt bad about something he’s said. Even when the girl was openly telling him, breaking down in front of him too. So, why did it feel like a part of him was breaking with you?

“Of course not, Honey.” He brought you into his arms, his hand coming to your hair. “I just– I just have to keep up with an image—“ Jean froze. Why the hell did he say that? Why did he admit that? “It’s weird, and complicated. Something with an old friend.” What the fuck was happening to him?! 

You looked up from his chest, giving him a smile. “Thank you for telling me that.” You mumbled, “I’m happy you’re comfortable enough to open up to me.” 

“I’m comfortable telling you anything.” Jean hated that. Why? Because it was so true. Someone he met almost a month ago, and he was willing to break apart his heart for you to look inside. He didn’t even know why. 

You snuggled into his chest. “I’m glad.” You let out a content sigh, hugging him. 

Jean hesitantly hugged you back. “Me too.” That was a lie, because— for once in his life he felt like he could open up. And, what was so bad about that? You just wanted to be friends. The only girl he wanted, just wanted to be friends. 

This has got to be karma. 

What the hell was he thinking? He was just doing this to have sex with you. 

Jesus, his mommy issues were starting to pop out. 

“How about we just rest on it.” You pulled away from him, smiling up at him. “We’ll meet up at the same time next week. You cupped his cheek, pulling him closer to your face. Smiling as you watched him nearly nuzzle into your touch, eager to have more. “M’kay?” You cooed, letting your eyes dip from his to his lips. Only to quickly return them back. 

Jean thickly swallowed, before giving you a sincere smile. “Okay.” 

You hummed approvingly. Rubbing your thumb soothingly. 

Men are so easy. 

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

Butterflies surrounded you while you walked back to your dorm from class. Well, normal people called them relationships, but you liked to make it sound pretty. Because that’s how relationships should be, beautiful. 

Despite everything that you’ve done, and everyone you’ve done, you strive to be in a relationship one day. A romantic relationship, where the male you love, loves you equally as much as you love him. 

He buys your chocolates, big stuffed bears, bigger than you! Along with huge bouquets of flowers you’ve seen only on tik tok. Cards with cute notes inside, and jewelry decorated with diamonds. The romantic stuff. 

You craved that shit. 

You were just waiting for the right guy. 

And, yeah, you know what you’ve done is bad. But, if it makes it any better, you do feel horrible when it’s over. Because, everyone has a reason behind their actions. And, you know it doesn't excuse their actions. In fact, it doesn't even excuse yours. 

But, you still feel a little guilty. Because, deep down, you secretly care about every single guy you’ve been with. Hell, a part of you cares about Jea–

Armin's laugh cut you out of your thoughts, “I can’t believe it, I’ve heard from Eren that he doesn’t even respond to him.” You adjusted your phone, keeping it pressed to your ear. “And, you’re just leaving him on delivered?” 

Oh yeah, you were on call with Armin. Currently talking about how often Jean texted you. In fact, he was texting you right now. You just didn’t have the energy to respond. 

And sure, you were used to the bombardment of texts from each boy you got with. And, you always tried your best to respond quickly and thoughtfully. 

At first. It was simple, talk to them the first few days, then just ghost them. Then, come back like nothing happened. People crave for things they can’t have. So..

You placed your phone into your back pocket, grabbed your AirPods. “I mean, it’s not forever. It’s a temporary thing.” You blew a bubble with your pink gum, “Just until he gets attached to me.” Or confesses he likes me, one of the two. 

Armin laughed, “Okay, okay. Whatever you say.” There was movement on the other line, “Wait, hold up. I’m like five minutes from the dorm.” 

You laughed, “Okay, damn. Didn’t know you hated talking to me that much.” Armin was frantically about to explain himself, but you ended the call. Giggling. 

“I swear he’s such a sweetheart—“ 

“I’m so sorry!” 

There’s no way that just happened. 

You could feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment. Sure, you’ve bumped into people, but you’ve never bumped into them so hard you fell to the ground. “No, it’s– it’s okay, don’t worry about it.” 

His hand came to yours, pulling you off the ground quickly. Almost like you were a grape, maybe even a feather. “I didn’t see you, shit.” He laughed, his hand coming to his blonde hair. “Sorry, you’re just way smaller than me.” 

You felt your eye twitch with annoyance, “Gee-thanks.” 

He laughed again, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.” 

You tossed a chunk of hair over your shoulder, eyeing him up and down. A football jersey and the number 12 catching your attention. Hm. Number 12, Colt Grice, offensive, football player. Why were so many football players popping into your life? “I don’t think I threw it.” 

Colt tilted his head to the side, cocking an eyebrow. A playful smile on his lips, “I think you should, promise I’ll be able to catch it.” 

Maybe, you didn’t need to wait any longer. You already liked this guy. Corny? Sure. But, in a cute, quirky way. You laughed, holding your hand over your lips. “Jesus, you’re so corny. Does that work with all the girls?” You placed your hands behind your back, admiring the man in front of you. 

“I don’t know,” he sucked in air through his teeth, “I think you should be the one telling me that.” Colt leaned down slightly, “Did it work?” His eyes flickered to the purity ring on your thumb, before looking back at you. Wait a minute.. Purity ring? Why did that sound familiar? 

You giggled, nodding your head. Covering your hand slightly, shit, forgot that was on.  “I’m Y/n.” You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, smiling at him. 

Nope, Colt was throwing that shit back at you. You watched as he turned white. Tensing up like a goat who just got jump scared. And, like God had sent one of his angels, a friend slung an arm over Colt’s neck. Eyeing you up and down for a good second, before looking at Colt. He looked familiar… “Shit man, you know that’s Jean’s girl you’re talking to, right?”  

His voice sounded even closer to home. It hit you like a truck, Porco. 

His words sunk into your head, and you felt your eyebrows mush together. Your hand resting on the strap of your bag and holding onto it, your knuckles turning white. “I’m sorry, what?” Why the fuck was he calling you Jean’s girl? You two weren’t dating. Shit, the two of you weren’t even fucking. 

“Jean’s girl,” Porco said with a smile, a hand combing through his slick back hair. “What? First time hearin’ the nickname? It said all around the school.” 

Nickname? “I’m afraid so, I’ve never heard someone call me that.” You forced a smile, looking at Colt. Please don’t believe the bullshit this guy’s saying. “I have no clue what he’s talking about.” You really didn’t. 

“White gold purity ring on your thumb, short, and tutors Jean.” Porco smiled at you knowingly, clicking his tongue. “You know exactly who you are.” 

I do know exactly who I am. You shook your head, discarding that thought. 

“And, you’re fucking Jean while trying to get with the whole football team.” Porco loudly laughed, a mocking smile displaying to you. “See, told you Jean was right, and you didn’t want to believe me.” 

You wanted to ask— what? But, you knew you wouldn’t like the answer. In fact, you already knew the goddamn answer. Colt looked at you then his friend, a smile building on his lips. “Damn, you really are a slut.” He leaned his head back for a second, “And, I thought Jean was just being extra when he told us about you.” 

You could feel your heart shatter. “I’m not even—“ you looked away, “I’m just his friend.” 

Porco leaned towards Colt, lifting his hand to his ear. Whispering something, “Who’s begging to suck his horse-cock.” 

You slapped him. You slapped him so fucking hard, your hand burned. 

His face was to the side, a red hand mark burning into his skin. His eyes welling with tears from the stinging pain. “What the fuck is your problem?!—“

“Begging? I’ve never— and will never beg for any man.” You shook your hand, trying to cool the feeling down. Before, reaching for your phone, and pulling up your messages. “Sorry, I think the only person begging is—“ You turned your screen to both of them, giving a sweet smile. “You.” You innocently blinked a few times, “You are 1234, right?” You smiled at him, “Or, is that another guy named Porco on the football team, begging me to sit on his face?” 

When you gave Porco your phone number so long ago, you thought he wasn’t going to text you. So, imagine your surprise when you were in the library with Historia and Armin, and saw a text from an unknown number. It didn’t take long for you to connect the dots on who the mystery man was. Colt looked at Porco, snickering. While he glared at you, almost like he was in shock. Before, muttering a soft— “Bitch.” 

You smiled, “I know.” You brought the screen to your face, scrolling up. “I know you’re with Jean, but I still really want to get to know you.” You scrolled a little farther up, “I know I shouldn’t be asking you this. Since you’re Jean’s girl, but, I seriously can’t get you out of my head. Please, let’s fuck. Just once.” You smiled, turning your phone off. Sliding it into your pocket, and tilting your head to the side cutely. Porco’s jaw dropped, while Colt just blinked in shock. “Now, tell me everything Jean has been saying.” You smiled, “Before, I show him what the fuck you’ve been sending me.” 

Colt looked at Porco, then you. “I thought you said you two weren’t dating.” 

“We aren’t.” You replied instantly, “But, Jean obviously cares about me. Enough to lie about shit, to get people off my back.” You looked at Porco, “Enough to tell you to stay away from me.” You let your eyes drift to the side. “So, go spill.” 

Colt thickly swallowed, while Porco pressed his lips together. He was the one to speak first, “He always tells us you’re just another girl obsessed with him.” His hand went to his hair,  “I can…” he lightly groaned, not wanting to say it aloud. “..I can text you about it.” He almost whispers. 

You smiled at him, “Thank you, Babe.” You turned on your heel, giving them a final wave before walking away. Turning the corner and letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Pressing your back to the wall, along with your hands.

Porco turned to Colt, “She’s such a bitch, no wonder Jean’s so obsessed with her.” He laughed, “She’s just the female version of him.” 

You stayed at the corner, listening as they walked away, before making a way of your own. You could feel your mind running, your hands shaking, and your heart pounding. You didn’t know if you were pissed. Oh no, wait, you were. But, you were equally as hurt. Maybe, it was karma. 

“Y/n!” 

You turned over your shoulder, seeing Armin. Your chest fluttered, instantly you hugged him. Sighing out, shutting your eyes, your throat burning. Constricting, even. “Uhm, are you okay?” Armin placed a hand in your air, his other arm wrapping around you. 

“I’m so fucking pissed right now, Armin. You don’t even know.” You mumbled into his shirt, before tilting it up. His eyes widened at you, shocked to see the tears pearling in your eyes. Falling down your cheeks, “I should’ve beat his ass the moment I saw him, rather than do this stupid shit. That way I wouldn’t be considered a total slut who begs for his dick.” 

Jean’s girl. That title burned into your head. It burned itself above your head, a title for all to read. That’s who you are. Jean’s girl. Some untouchable trophy nobody could touch, but Jean. And, he would kill anyone who tried. That’s why, no one was going to try. Colt being a prime example of it. Now that you were Jean’s girl, no one was going to touch you. Because, everyone was scared of him. Scared of Jean. So much for waiting for the right guy. 

An idea popped into your head. Unless…

Armin’s eyes softened, “I’ve been hearing about that..” you could tell a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, looks like this has been going around for awhile. “Jean’s just like that with everyone. I promise, once this is over, everyone will forget about it.” 

“Unless, everyone is distracted by something else.” You pulled away from Armin, wiping your tears. Which felt so embarrassing to do. You hated crying, it felt like you let the person get to you. “I think I have an idea.” 

Armin wiped a tear from your cheek, cupping your face. “Think it over, Y/n. Before you do something crazy.” He smiled, “Besides, haven’t you done enough already? He’s obviously smitten with you, just ghost him.” 

“No.” You sighed, pulling away from him and grabbing your phone. “I haven’t done what I wanted to.” You looked for Jean’s number. 

Armin thickly swallowed, nervous to what you wanted to do. But, he asked anyway, “What do you want to do?” 

You pulled up your phone, calling Jean. “Record him begging me to fuck him.” You smiled, “Show people who the real whore is.” Then, Jean picked up. “Hey, Babe. What’s up?” 

‘Hey BabE, wHat’S uP?’ Shut the fuck up, you thought. “Meet me at the Starbucks, before I fucking kill you.” You ended the call. There goes your innocent, cute, sweet, cursing it bad!– persona. But, maybe your anger was justified. No, fuck that. Your anger is justified. 

Armin blinked at you, almost in shock. “Wait, aren’t you scared this is going to throw Jean off?” He clicked his tongue a few times, “From like your whole innocent persona?” 

You shook your head, “Anyone would be pissed to hear you’ve called them a slut.” You smiled, flashing him your ring. “Even the purest of people.” You were going to fucking kill him. 

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

You stood impatiently in front of the Starbucks you worked at. You had given Armin your keys and backpack, rushing over to your job. Agreeing to meet Armin in your dorm after you killed Jean. Tapping your foot impatiently. Glancing at the time on your phone. 

3:50.

You sighed, sitting at one of the tables outside. Waiting. And waiting. And waiting. And waiting. You waited for a goddamn hour in the freezing cold. 

You loudly groaned, standing up from your seat, and shoving it back into the table. Struggling for a moment, because the chair refused to move. You shut your eyes, trying to silently compose yourself. You were so done with this son of a bitch. You weren’t even mad or sad, just done. You didn’t even want to continue with the shitty plan, you didn’t even want to see Jean ever again. In fact, the next time you saw him, you were going to end—

“I’m so sorry I’m late, I was trying to find your favorite color.” 

You could feel everything rush out of your head. Fuck no, I’m still pissed as hell. You opened your eyes, only to audible gasp. You pupils landed on a huge bouquet of pink flowers, decorated with white and red. A closed letter in the middle.

Like.. the tik tok ones… Behind it, a smiling Jean. A black turtleneck, and silver chain decorating his neck. Hair slicked back with his sunglasses on the crown of his head. Gray jeans, with some black converse, his fingers decorated with black gloves and a single gold ring. Finally, a jacket that pulled his outfit together. He was holding onto a bigger pink stuffed bear. Jesus, it’s bigger than you. Jean saw you looking at it and brought it close, “I also got a friend for Spot.” 

You blinked a few times, in shock. Your lips parted, “I—” You composed yourself, “I thought you didn’t buy your girlfriend's things.” You said without thought. Your eyebrows coming together in slight confusion and anger.

Jean smiled, his dimples denting into his cheeks. “You’re not my girlfriend, you’re my tutor.” The scent of sweet flowers flooded your senses. It almost made you dizzy. 

“Historia is.” You immediately shot back, distracting yourself. You didn’t like the way he addressed you. Actually, had he ever called you by your name?

Jean bit the inside of his cheek, you looked hot pissed. “Not anymore.” He placed the bear in your hands, suppressing a laugh as he watched you stutter backwards, not expecting the weight. “I broke up with her.” He wasn’t going to tell you that he just broke up with her over text right before he came to meet you. 

“So, if I called her right now, she would tell me she’s single.” You accused, pressing your face into the stuffed animal. Cake-pops. It smelled like cake-pops. A shiver shot down your spine. 

Your heart fluttered… You pressed your lips together, trying to suppress the heartfelt smile building on your lips. You loved things like this. You peered at him from behind the fluffy bear. Jesus, Jean loved your eyes. So shiny and deep, he didn’t like seeing them so mean. 

“Yes.” He watched as your eyes softened, your body melting into the bear. It made his heart flutter, “Remember, I’d do anything for you.” Jean lifted the bouquet, “Even if it’s a shitty bear.” He just wants to see you smile. 

“So, you know what this is about then.” You glared at him, holding onto the stuffed bear tighter. Trying to remain composed. 

Jean closed his eyes then sighed, running a free hand through his hair. “Yes.” Unfortunately. When you get with a lot of women, you tend to pick up on things they get mad about. 

“Then, stop saying shit about me.” You looked back to the flowers and reached your hand out, grabbing the letter caught in between them. A white envelope. You opened it up, and looked at the beautiful gold cursive. You looked at him before reading what was inside. Jean didn’t say anything, just watched you. 

Sometimes, actions spoke louder than words. ‘To the girl who makes me want to buy her shit, I’m sorry. I can’t buy enough to represent how much I am, but maybe this helps. X’  

You glanced at the bottom, seeing a Starbucks gift card. Right above it, ‘Buy as many cake-pops as you want. I’d do anything to see you smile.’ You blinked a few times, your heart fluttering. Face burning. “You’re such an asshole.” You mumbled, holding the letter close to your chest. How’d you know my one weakness? “I hate you.” 

Jean smiled at you, “I’m sorry.” 

You shook your head, “No, you’re not.” 

“I'm so fucking sorry, Y/n.” Jean pushed a strand of hair from your face, cupping your cheek and tilting your head up to look at him. His thumb rubbed soothing circles, “I promise to never say anything about you again.” He got closer, whispering– “Promise.” 

You shook your head again, “You’re lying.” 

“I’m not. I can’t lie to you.” His eyes softened, his lips parted for a moment, almost like he was unsure what to say. Or, if he should say it at all. “If you want me to break my heart apart for you to look inside. I would do it without a thought.” You nuzzled into his hand, finding it comforting. What would Mikasa think if she saw you? 

Your eyes sharpened, your nose twitching. “I fucking hate you.” You tore your face from his hand, stuffing it into the bear. Inhaling the scent of cake, and strawberry. You loved that favor. He’s so perfect. You hated how this was so perfect.

Jean kept his smile, walking closer to you. Wrapping his arms around your body, pushing the stupidly big bear out of the way. “You know you love me.” He cooed.

“I hate you.” You mumbled into his shirt, tears pearling in your eyes. “I fucking hate you.” I hate how you know what to say. I hate that you know what to do. You wrapped your free arm around him, melting into his warm body. You sniffed, “I hate you so much.” Your voice cracked. So warm.

Jean dropped his head, trying to rest it on yours. He sighed in defeat, “I hate you too.” 

You shook your head, “No you don’t.” You didn’t want to hear that, you didn’t want to hear anymore lies. You were so done. 

“I know.” Jean whispered, titling his head back. “I could never hate you.” He hated how he couldn’t lie to you. He hated how he couldn’t say no to you. He hated seeing you cry. He hated how he couldn’t hate you. “Let me walk you back to your dorm.”

It was silent. “Okay.” 

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

You remember the weird looks you got back in elementary. But, that was nothing compared to the ones you were getting right now in college. A huge bear in your arms, bigger than you, and Jean holding a massive bouquet of flowers beside you. 

This was worse than elementary. When you met your door, you didn’t want to face Jean. You just wanted to go inside, you just wanted to see Armin. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“No, you’re not.” You sighed, “Just, stop.” You told him, turning on your heel and facing him. “Just leave and–” 

“Don’t do this,” Jean had some desperation in his tone.

You pressed your lips together, unsure of what to say. “Don’t do what? Tell you to leave?” You placed one foot behind the other. “I’m not doing anything, you’re just acting weird.” Now, it was your turn to lie. 

Jean could feel his heart drop. That hurt way more to be told, then say. “C’mon Y/n. We can be something– amazing. I can be good to you, I can– I will be good to you.” He was nodding his head, his lips giving you a shaky smile. 

And suddenly, you had three boys in-front of you. All saying the same thing, at the exact same time. Just another repeat of the cycle. 

“This is the first time I’ve ever felt like this, I can’t–” Floch sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t lose this. I can’t lose you. Please, don’t– don’t leave me.” His hands were shaking by his side. Aching to hug you. 

“We’ve just met,” you argued. Looking away and pushing a strand of hair from your face. “I promise, what you’re feeling is temporary. You’re temporary.” You looked back at him. “The moment you feel even a slight shift in your feelings, you’ll be gone.” They’ve all done it before. Mikasa, Sasha, and Historia. 

“No, no– that’s not– we can work this out. Trust me.” Niccolo’s hand came to your shoulder, then moved up to your cheek. So soft and comforting, “Let’s try again.” He nodded his head, giving you a kind smile. “Let’s try again, please.” 

“There’s nothing to ‘try again,’ we were never a thing.” You closed your eyes, your hands grabbing onto the bear tighter. Which was something new to the cycle. “I just wanted to be your friend, and be there for you. You pushed that boundary, and now..” you looked down, “..I don’t even want to be friends.” 

Jean closed his eyes, “Don’t tell me that, Y/n. We– I–” 

You closed your eyes, you didn’t want to hear him say it. You hated this part. “Well, let’s just fuck once. Then, I promise to never bother you again.” They wrapped their arms around you, their arms shaking. “Just onc–” 

“Fine… Just try to think about it.” Jean placed his hand on your shoulder. Making the cycle in your head snap. Suddenly, it was just Jean standing in front of you. “Think about it for the rest of the semester if you have to.” His other hand went to your shoulder, “I’ll wait. I wait for however long you need me to.” 

Your eyes went wide, your breath caught in your throat. That was new. “I doubt that.” You didn’t know if you were lying. 

“I’ll prove it to you.” He replied immediately, “I’ll do anything for you.”

You held your breath, “Then, don’t say shit about me anymore. I don’t want to hear about ‘Jean's girl’ shit.” You let it go. 

Jean’s hands tightened around you, “Done. Fucking done.” 

“And, I don’t want to hear you talking, let alone fucking another girl.” You glared at him. Taking your free hand and placing it on his, tearing it away from your shoulder. 

Jean's lips twitched before he spoke, “Okay.” He nodded, “I can do that.” 

He hesitated. “Okay, well.. I–” you took a deep breath, feeling his fingers push a strand of hair behind your ear. “I trust you.” You want to trust him. Hell, the little girl inside of you aching for love, is telling you to trust him. You know not to trust her. 

Jean nodded, “Thank you,” he smiled softly, “Thank you.” It was so breathy and desperate, a shaky smile on his lips. His eyes were glassy and blown. 

You felt a shiver go down your spine. Strike, Y/n. Look how pretty he looks desperate. You grabbed the massive flowers from his hands, and twisted your door knob open. Thank god Armin left the door unlocked. “Bye, Jean.” You looked back at your door, making sure not to bump into your door frame. “I’ll see you next week for tutoring.” 

Jean smiled adoringly at you, nodding his head. “Okay, yeah. Can’t wait…” 

“Y/n, is that you?” Shit. Armin. Armin peeked around the corner, smiling at you. “And, guess what..” Armin’s eyes landed on Jean, and Jean’s eyes landed on Armin. You watched as Jean completely changed his expression. Armin soon followed suit. “You invited Jean over?” You could hear the coldness in his voice, such a contrast from his last sentence. 

You lifted your hand to Armin, “No, he–he’s leaving.” You looked at Jean, seeing the way he was glaring at your best friend. “You’re leaving.”

“Who the fuck is tha–” 

“If you ask me a stupid question don’t even bother trying to text me.” You asserted, “You’re doing so good, don’t mess it up, because your pride is getting to you.” 

It was silent as Jean continued to look at Armin, a thousand thoughts going through his head. His hands tensed by his side, before relaxing. Jean glanced at you, his eyes softening as he sighed. Almost in defeat, “Fine. I’ll see you later.”

You smiled at him, “Good job,” You stood on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek gently. “I see you.” You loved the way he melted into your touch before shutting the door behind you. Handing the flowers to Armin. 

His eyebrows shot up, “He bought you this?” Armin walked into the room, placing them on your bed. Grabbing the note in between the flowers to read it. “Wow.” 

You nodded, “Yup. He even bought me a friend for Spot.” You lifted the massive pink bear. 

Armin’s eyebrows came together, “He knows about Spot?!”

You nodded, “Yeah, he used him as a pillow.” You sighed, placing the stuffed bear on the ground. Then, sitting on top of it. “I still can’t believe he bought me these things.” 

Armin sat next to you, melting into the stuffed bear. “Me neither.” He laughed, “And, here I thought he didn’t like buying people stuff.” He doesn't even spare Eren a dollar for lunch. 

“Me neither.” You whispered. 

“What were you two talking about?” Armin turned his face to you. 

You looked down at the ground, “He apologized.” You sat down, “He apologized.” He said he would do anything for me. You didn’t believe him…

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

Eren swiped his tongue over his lips, “I can’t believe you apologized.” He tilted his head to the side, “So unlike you.” Eren smiled to himself, “Don’t tell me you’re pussy whipped.”

Jean rolled his eyes, “I didn’t think I was, it just kinda slipped out.” Which was the truth, not the full truth. But, ultimately the truth. 

Jean apologized, because he genuinely felt bad, and he seriously didn’t want to mess up the situation between you two. He really liked you. Which was a weird thing to come to terms with in his head. 

Jean leaned his head back, placing his hand on his neck. “I mean, it’s easy. Just buy her random things, and she’ll be the one apologizing by the end of the night. I didn’t want to deal with a girl’s emotion.” 

Why was Jean saying this? It wasn't true, and it wasn’t even gratifying. At least with lying about… you. Jean got something out of it,

“Oh shit, don’t look now.” Eren laughed into his drink, “But, your girl is totally all over another boy.”

Jean’s head snapped in the direction Eren was looking. Already scowling, before seeing what was happening. 

It was you. Along with another boy, sitting close to you. 

Jean could feel the anger, and jealousy bubbling in his body. Fuck apologizes. Jean needed to get this boy far away from you. He wanted you for himself. 

Possessive, maybe? But, Jean truely didn’t give a fuck. He just wants you for himself.

Armin laughed, popping a fry into his mouth. “I swear, Hange is so weird.” 

“Right?!” You stood up, and an odd shiver went down your spine. You briefly looked around, was someone looking at you? “I thought she was a stripper in her past life from the way she was moving those hips.” You pushed his shoulder playfully. 

Armin burst out laughing, grabbing your hand and pulling you close to him. “Go get your lunch, dumbass.” He gently pushed you away.

You giggled, and stayed in your spot. Close to Armin. “I think I'm gonna get Panda Express.” You finally took a step back, looking at the food court. Pushing a strand of your hair from your face. 

Armin rolled his eyes, grabbing another fry and twisting it around in ketchup. “Of course you do.” He popped it into his mouth, raising his eyebrows at you.

You flipped him off, reaching in your hoodie pocket and pulling out your wallet. Leaving your backpack, but grabbing your phone. You opened your wallet, and silently counted your money. The Starbucks card Jean bought you, hiding in one of the pockets. You smiled to yourself. 

Wait.. did you just smile to yourself thinking of Jean?..

Ugh. Gross. 

You rolled your eyes and walked to the Starbucks you worked at. Quickly picking up three pink cake-pops. Two for you, and one for Armin. Then finally searching for the Panda Express in the food court. Eating one on your adventure. 

When you felt your phone ring. You reached for it, seeing the person calling you was Armin. You raised an eyebrow, but swiped your finger over the screen. Answering the call, and pressing the device to your ear. 

You got in the line for your food, looking at the menu. “Hey, Babe, what’s wrong?” You stayed quiet, expecting him to respond, but he didn’t. In-fact, it didn’t even sound like he called you on purpose. A butt-dial, maybe?...

“Yeah, I’m good Jean, thank you for asking.” 

You paused, no–you froze. Jean?

You grabbed your headphones, placing one of the buds in your ears and looking at your notifications. ‘4 texts from Armin.’

Pretty girl Armeen. 

Guess who’s walking around? Just a heads up. 

Wait, he’s sitting with me.  

Oh shit, Y/n, don’t come back

Call me right now. 

So, he was purposefully calling you. This wasn’t a butt-dial. You pressed the other earbud in your ear, turning on noise-cancellation, and raising up the volume. Trying your best to listen to the conversation.

“Class has been stressful, waiting for the year to be over.” Armin added a comforting laugh, trying to ease the tension you had to assume was forming. “But, isn’t everyone–” 

“You friends with, Y/n?” Jean’s voice cut through Armin’s, you could feel your eyebrows furry. 

Armin nodded, the sound translated from his headphones. “Bestfriends. We’ve known each other since highschool.” He swallowed nervously, “Why?” 

Jean didn’t say anything for a moment, and you could feel your breath still. In-fact, you stilled entirely, too scared to move. Almost scared to hear Jean’s response, actually– you were scared of Jean’s answer. He promised, you reassured yourself. 

“Oh.” 

You hated how tense his response was. 

“Oh?” Armin mimicked, “Is that bad?” 

“No.” Jean responded. 

You pulled out of line, finding yourself too engaged in the conversation to really pay attention to your surroundings. 

Armin laughed, “Okay, well–” 

“You don’t think of doing anything with her, right?” Jean asked, cutting Armin off. “I mean, that’s weird. You see her as a friend anyways.” His laugh cut through your body, making you frown.  

Armin didn’t say anything, which also worried you. Which led you to make your way back to the table. Still listening. 

Jean tilted his head at Armin, “Oh. Oh.” He laughed, “You do, fuck you little bastard. Playing the waiting game, right?” You could now see them. Jean was standing next to Armin, hands placed on the table. While Armin was still sitting down, tilting his head up to look at Jean. You kept your distance. 

Armin shifted, clearly uncomfortable. “The waiting game? I don’t–” 

“It’ll never happen,” Jean said, face stone cold. Eyes looking down on Armin, while his chin stayed high. Quite literally looking down on him. “Girls never go for their best-friends, they just go to you, and cry about the shitty boy they're dating.” Jean shrugged, “They cry about men like me using them, then leaving them like shit.” 

Armin was now visible glaring at Jean. Almost a silent way of saying, don’t do it. 

Jean did care. “Just like what I’m going to do to Y/n.” He laughed, “So, I guess you are somewhat useful.” You were now approaching the table.

Armin stood up, looking directly at Jean. “Don’t pull this shit, Jean–” 

“Or what?” Jean mocked, “You’ll tell Y/n?” Jean laughed, “I’m so scared.” He cried, voice dripping with sarcasm. 

Armin pressed his lips together, thickly swallowing. He couldn’t force another word out. 

Jean smiled, dimples denting into his skin. “No, no, please–go ahead. I just buy her more shit since it’s so easy to win her over. I’ll promise to never do it again.” He scowled at him, “I’ll tell her all the shit she wants to hear just to get her on her knees, and sucking my dic–” 

“Is it really that easy?” You voice cut through Jean’s like a sharp knife, “Man, if it was really that easy, I’d probably be fucking the entire school.” You scowled, “But, it’s not, is it?” 

Jean’s back was to you, visibly tense. 

“Or what?” Armin mimicked Jean, finally answering his question. He raised his phone, while you did the same. Keeping the screens side by side. “I’ll have you tell her everything yourself.” 

You looked at Armin, and flashed him a kind smile. Whispering– “Thank you.” You turned, and tilted your head at Jean. 

Jean thickly swallowed, face gone white. He could feel his blood run cold, “Y/n, I– let me explain.” He tried rushing, turning his body to face you. 

“No.” You seethed. 

You took a deep breath, glancing at Armin for a second. Before collecting yourself.  

Letting your anger leave your body. 

You smiled, pressing your finger against Jean’s chest. To Jean, it felt like a knife piercing his body. “I’ll do all the explaining.” You drawled out, grabbing all your things, “Let’s get your tutoring session over with.” 

Jean’s eyebrows came together, utterly confused. He was expecting at least a slap, but it seems as if you were never angry. “Tutoring?” He questioned. 

You turned your head over your shoulder, smiling at him sweetly. “Of course!” You faked, “I’m going to teach you something your mother obviously didn’t.” You clasped your hands behind your back, making your way back to your dorm. Expecting him to follow. 

He was.

Jean glared at you, offended by your words. He hated when people brought families into arguments. “And, what’s that?” He pressed. 

You turned your head over your shoulder, batting your lashes at him. “Self-Respect.” 

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

You threw your backpack on your bed, watching Jean walk into your room, and shutting the door behind him. Locking it for good measure.  

“Sit.” You pointed at your bed, grabbing your phone. 

“I’m not sitting.” 

You sighed, always so disobedient. “Suit yourself.” You grabbed a drink from your mini-fridge, clicking it open and taking a sip. Placing the cake-pops on your coffee table. “Are you tense?” Your eyes moved over his shoulders. Seeing as they were close to his head. 

Jean rolled them out, trying to relax. “No, just nervous.” Why did he say that? “I don’t know why you brought me here.” He tried correcting, but it only filled what he didn’t want to be. Honest. 

You looked at him over the drink, blinking once. “Are you always this honest?” 

“No.” Jean needs to shut the fuck up. Jesus.

You giggled, pressing the drink to your lips. Trying to hide your smile. “Cute. That’s good to know.” You raised the drink to Jean, “Want some?” You passed him a gentle smile, one that made his body curl. 

Why were you being so nice? After what you just heard, after what you just said. Weren’t you going to kill him? Teach him– self respect, as you just said not too long ago. Maybe, you were going to poison him with your drink. 

Jean pressed his lips together and nodded, almost afraid to say no. 

You gestured for him to get closer, something he did slowly. Walking around your small coffee table and extending his hand. You turned your drink away, shaking your head. “Nu-uh.” You hummed, taking a step back and leaning on your absurdly tall bed. 

Jean’s eyes moved over your body, watching as you removed your sweater. Revealing the tight crop-top you were wearing underneath. You smiled sweetly as Jean, tilting your head to the side innocently. Placing your hand on his arm, and pulling him closer to you. 

Pushing him to the ground. Jean’s lips parted, about to speak when you spoke first. “Kneel.” You pushed the drink to your lips again, your lipgloss staining the cans opening. “I wanna do it for you.” 

Jean thickly swallowed, his mind racing. Your hands are burning him. His right knee hit the ground, then his left one. His hands pressing against your bedding, caging you between them. You just sweetly smiled, moving your free hand under his chin. Running your thumb over his bottom lip, pulling it down lightly. Then, bringing your soda to his lips. Lifting it, and watching his Adam's apple bob, drinking the cool liquid. 

You just hummed, watching as his long lashes fluttered shut. You just pushed his bangs out of his face, running your fingers through his soft hair. You finally understood the hype, Jean was so pretty. You pulled the drink back, placing the empty can on your bed. 

“It’s good, right?” You asked, bringing both your hands to his face. Holding it while the other played with his hair. “It’s my favorite drink.” 

Jean just leaned into your hand, nodding his head. “Yeah, but I don’t like how sweet it is.” He mumbled. 

“That’s exactly what I love about it.” You laughed, eyes skimming over his body. He was finally around your size, you didn’t need to crane your head to look at him. It was a nice change. “You look so cute.” You cooed. 

You could see Jean’s eyes dilate, his hand going to your legs. Holding onto them. “Don’t say that, it’s weird.” He retaliated. 

“You’re the one making it weird.” 

Jean leaned into you, his head resting on your stomach. “I hate this.” You continued to run your hand through his hair, encouraging him to continue. “Why are you doing this? What are you doing, what’s your goal?” 

Revenge. 

You blinked a few times, letting out a soft sigh. “What’s your goal when you get with a girl?” 

Jean tilted his head up, looking at you. “You know what my goal is, everyone does.” He sighed, a guilt crawling up his spine. “I’m not subtle about it.” Use them.

You let go of his hair, hands moving to his glasses, and removing them. Letting you look into his eyes, “So, you’re admitting the rumors are true?” You folded the glasses, placing them on your bed. 

“Yes.” Jean’s eyes closed, “Some of them are.” 

You tried to conceal your scowl, “Gross.” You mumbled, “You’re a real dick then.” 

Jean nodded his head, “Yeah, I know.” Jean knew he was a bad person. He’s heard it too many times around the campus, from women and men. It was so easy to be a bad person, so he didn’t know why he was trying to be a good one for you. 

Jean didn’t know why he was being so truthful with you. Was he trying to be a better person? Or, was he just trying to get with you, just like every other woman he’s spoken to. He didn’t know. 

Maybe, that’s why Jean was being so open with you. He just wanted to be a better person, and maybe he could start with you. Maybe, he was desperate to start with you. 

Someone Jean wanted to be with. Not someone who made him feel euphoric. He wanted the pain and the pleasure, the vulnerability and security.

“I can’t help it, that’s always how things turn out.” He mumbled into your stomach, a tickling sensation running through you. “I don’t ask for each girl to fall in love with me, I just want someone to want me.” But, when that happens, people get clingy and want commitment. Something that Jean doesn't want. 

You blinked a few times, before looking out your window. Mind drifting to Mikasa, a guilt shooting through your body. “I doubt things always turn out like that.” You responded, “I believe karma exists.” 

“I do too.” 

You looked back at Jean, watching as his arms moved around your torso. Holding onto you, closer than he’s ever held anyone. He could hear the smooth rhythm of your heartbeat. “Are you going to be my Karma.” 

“Do you love me?” You softly asked, fixing his hair. Your eyes are softer than anyone whose ever looked at him before.

“I don’t think so.” Jean blinked, and you could feel his long lashes on your stomach. His hands running up and down your back. 

You couldn’t help, but giggle, “Then, no. I don’t think so.” You blinked a few times, “I don’t think I’ll be the one to break your heart.” But, you’ll definitely play a part in it.

“I don’t break girls' hearts.” 

“You broke Mikasa’s.” You didn’t even think, it just slipped out. 

Fuck.

You could feel Jean still underneath your touch. “Mikasa?” He slowly said, “I don’t feel bad about her, at all.” Jean didn’t want to talk about Mikasa. That was a hard subject for him. 

You could feel the anger pulling through you again. He didn’t feel bad about tearing your friend apart? “You’re horrible.” You whispered, “Do you not know how badly you affect people?” You remained composed, this wasn’t going to work if you lost your temper.  

“Yes.” Jean responded, “I just don’t pity her.” He pulled back, hands slipping away from your body. Then, sitting on his heels. Hands still on your legs, moving up and down soothingly. Well, it was supposed to be soothing. 

And, who would’ve thought? Here you were about to forgive him. Now, you were going to continue on with what’s been brewing in your mind. You reached for your back pocket, grabbing your phone. “Should I ask why?” 

Jean shook his head, but answered anyway. “We had different plans after highschool, and it wasn’t going to work out.” His head went back to you, his head resting against your thigh. “But, she didn’t want to end things.” His voice was oddly soft. 

You didn’t say anything. Placing your hands on your bed, and sighing. You could feel your phone buzz underneath your hand. Unsure of your emotions. Your hatred for Jean spiraled off Mikasa. And now, you finally had his side to the story. 

Things needed to end, but she didn’t want it to. So, Jean had to find a way to make Mikasa end things.

No, don’t. This doesn't excuse the things he did in college. He still hurt a lot of people. See it through, Y/n. 

Jean closed his eyes, enjoying your warmth. It had been so long since hugging someone felt so– comforting. “You’re Mikasa’s best friend.” You couldn’t help but feel a little shocked, however you just nodded. “That’s why you looked so familiar.” 

You brought your phone to your face, looking through your photo gallery. “Maybe, I don’t remember you if we’ve met.” Your voice was oddly toneless. Jean hated when you spoke like that. 

 You found the video you were looking for, and left it on the screen, then turned off your phone. “You know, Annie moved.” You voiced, trying to kick off your shoes. “Any clue to why?” 

Jean’s expression didn’t change, he just moved back. Sitting on his heels. Eyes moving to your feet, watching as you struggled to get your shoe off. “No.” He grabbed your ankle, lifting it up and untying your shoelace.

You thickly swallowed, your heart racing by the small action. “You lied.” You whispered, “Everyone on this campus knows about Annie Leonhart. ”  

Jean pulled your shoe off, placing it gently on the ground. “I’ve heard about her, but I don’t know why she moved.” He looked at you again.

“Don’t,” you lifted your other foot, gesturing for Jean to also take it off. “You know exactly why she moved.” Jean’s hand moved over your other foot, hands pulling at the shoelace. 

“Because her sex video got leaked,” Jean responded, pulling off the last shoe. “That sucks, I don’t blame her.” He placed the shoe on the ground, the sound clicked through the room. “I would’ve done the same thing.” 

You lifted your phone to your face, opening it and playing the video. Eyes skimming over the tan, porcine skin. You flipped your phone, raising the volume. Watching as his eyes moved over the screen. “That’s you, right?” You pointed at the guy. “The guy, not Annie.” 

Jean thickly swallowed, unsure of what to say. Or, to what you were doing. “Are you trying to get me to confess that person is me? Because, it isn’t.” He responded, “I was as a party with Eren when this happened, I already told the school–” 

You hooked your foot around his waist, pulling him closer to you. Leaning down, and running your hands through his hair again. You hummed, eyes fluttering. “Can I check?” It came out so smooth, like honey to the mouth. 

Jean’s eyes dilated, his mouth going dry. “What?” He shakily inhaled, hands dropping to his thighs. “I–” He forced an awkward smile, unable to speak. “I don’t know what you’re talkin–” 

“Shut up,” you whispered, leaning in closer. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Me to suck your dick, get stupid off it or something.” You mumbled. 

“While you’re showing me a video of some girl getting fucked?” Jean shot back, “While also accusing it’s me in the video, as well as the one who posted it.” He started to get up, but you placed your foot on his shoulders. Pushing him back to the ground. 

“No.” You quickly said, “I like you here.” You placed your calf on his shoulders, drawing him in closer. “I think you like being here too.” 

Jean hated how you were right.

Jean’s mind was at an internal debate. He was mad over your accusation, but desperate to touch you. He’s never hated, and lusted for someone as much as you. 

What was your goal?.. You never told him. 

Jean could feel himself nod, something he couldn’t control. His eyes are going everywhere, but in between your thighs. 

“Awh, how cute, love it when you’re honest with me.” You placed your foot back on the ground, grabbing his face and drawing it closer to yours, “C’mere,” you whispered. 

Jean swallowed, his tongue moving over his bottom lip as his hands went to your waist. Desprestly pulling you close to him, you just smiled. Finding it endearing how much he wanted to touch you. You pressed your lips against his, moving slowly. 

Your hands moving through his hair, arms wrapping around his shoulders. Pulling him closer to you, you could taste something sweet on his lips. You wondered if it was your cherry lip gloss, or maybe the drink the two of you shared not too long ago. 

Jean shakily exhaled, eyes fluttering shut. His hand trying to pull you closer to him. A small moan escaping his throat. 

“You’re so desperate.” You mumbled against his lips, listening as a soft whine left his throat. Making you continue kissing him. You could hear the video playing in the background, you wondered why Jean wasn’t more adamant on turning it off. 

His tongue moved over your bottom lip, your lips parting for him. You could feel his tongue move over yours, circling it, before grabbing you tighter. You jumped at the sensation. You could feel him pushing himself off the ground, something you didn’t want him to do just yet. 

“Stop, don’t.” You pushed his chest, parting him away from you. Watching as he took in a deep breath, eyelashes fluttering. You pulled your head back, smiling as he followed you. “No more kisses.” 

Jean’s Adam's apple bobbed. You couldn’t wait to run your tongue over it. Jean took in a deep breath, his eyebrows mushed together. Clearly frustrated with the lack of sensation, but he nodded.

You smiled and hummed, grabbing your phone and shoving it in his face again. “Is it you in the video?” Jean shook his head, making you roll your eyes. But, something caught your attention. You gave a pitiful laugh, “Are you hard?” You leaned down, “That’s so pathetic, and over a 5 second kiss no less.” You placed your foot on his thigh, trailing it up his leg.

Jean jumped at the sensation. His hand tightening around your leg. 

“I’m not doing anything until you tell me the truth,” you stopped, pulling back and finally sitting on your bed. “So, either you can walk out of the room with a boner, or you can just be utterly truthful with me.” You smiled at him, cupping his face and finally lifting him off the ground. “C’mon, let me take care of you Jean.” 

Jean took in a deep breath, feeling the way your voice seeped into his head. Clouding his mind like a drug, making his breath shake with every suckle of air. “I–” He looked away, “Y/n you don’t understand the severity of admitting something like that is.” 

You cut him off with another kiss, moaning against his lips as your eyes fluttered shut. Your hands moving over his chest, then to his shoulders. Pulling him closer to you. Feeling his arms wrap around the arch of your back, pulling your chest to meet his. You could feel his eagerness in the kiss. The way things were heating up too fast for your liking. 

“Slow down.” You told him, placing your forehead against his. Noses skimming each other lightly, “Enjoy the sensations, don’t rush into the finish.” You rubbed your nose against his, “What do I taste like?” 

Jean pressed his lips to yours quickly, “Strawberries, and cherries.” He kissed you again, “And, cake-pops.” He couldn’t help, but smile. 

You smiled back, “See. Being honest only brings good things.” You let your hands skim his face lightly, tracing his features. “Doesn't it feel good to be honest, it’s like a weight being lifted off your chest.” You pressed a finger above his heart. 

Jean pressed his lips together, feeling them tingle. “Yeah.” He breathy said, “It feels good to be open.” 

You giggled, pushing his chest away from you. Lifting his head, and pressing your lips to his ear. “Good, you can feel even better.” You pressed a kiss to his neck, “I want you to tear your heart apart, so I can judge what’s inside.” You bit him, feeling his jump. A whine leaving his throat. “Okay?” 

“Yes, okay.” Jean mumbled, his hands tensing around your waist. “What do you want, I’ll give you anything.” 

“Why’d you post the video?” You pulled back, pressing your back to the wall. Leaving Jean leaning on the bed. “You’ll get a big reward for this one.” You grabbed your phone, opening your camera app.  

“I didn’t post it, it’s— it’s a complicated story.” You could see the guilt in Jean’s eyes. “I– Annie had something on me, so I cut her off. I was scared she was going to get me expelled.” He sighed, “It isn’t me in the video, but..” He groaned, running his hand over his face. “But, I know someone in the baseball team posted it.” He just didn’t know specifically who. Which killed him inside.

“What did she have on you?” You grabbed his collar, popping one of the buttons open. Running your fingers over the exposed skin, then dipping your fingers lower. Reaching for his belt, undoing it. 

“She– she knows my mom.” 

You laughed, “A momma’s boy, how cute.” You mocked, pulling his belt from his pants. “But, so what? Who cares if she knows your mom?” You paused for a second, letting your eyes drift to the side while you thought about something. “Wait, I thought you didn’t talk to your parents?” Your eyebrows were mused together, displaying your confusion.

Jean swallowed, looking away embarrassed. “I don’t talk to my Dad, I just didn’t want to get into specifics at the time.” He whispered. 

You tilted your head, “Well, now you can.” You replied.

“My mom has–” Jean leaned into the crook of your neck, smelling your sweet perfume. “She’s just stressed out of her mind about how far from home I am.” You noticed how his sentence changed. “And, my Dad’s not even in the picture to comfort her.

You turned your head to his hair, rubbing your hand on his abdomen. “Awh, poor baby.” You let your fingers slip underneath his pants. “I still don’t understand why that matters?” Cold, maybe? But, you didn’t want to lie and comfort him. 

Jean groaned into your neck, his eyes fluttering. He didn’t know why he liked this so much. It felt so much more filling than anything he’s ever done before. “Annie’s in one of my classes, and knows I’ve been having someone attend for me.” He sighed, “And, I need that class to graduate. I can’t afford to repeat it– my mom wouldn’t be able to afford that stress.” He closed his eyes, “She needs me home.” 

You froze, blinking a few times. Almost in shock, it was an oddly sweet sentiment. “You’re–” still a dick. You pushed his head away from your shoulder. Pointing your camera at him, “That doesn't excuse anything, she was doing what was right.” 

“I didn’t care. I accepted that I wasn’t gonna’ graduate.” He fought back, looking directly into your eyes. “I didn’t even know the video was going to be posted, I found out the same way everyone else did..” Jean closed his eyes, “Once I knew about the baseball team rumor, I threaten to snitch. Then, I got a note saying the person would put the blame on me.” Jean tilted his head down, “He told me, no one would believe me. That— I would make the most sense.” You could see the guilt seeping from Jean.

You felt bad, yes. But, Jean needed to tell someone that. He shouldn’t have held onto it for so long. You smiled, shrugging your shoulders. “Maybe, you should’ve just gone to class. Just like everyone else.” You responded, “You need to tell someone. So, Annie can get justice.”

Jean’s eyes flickered to your phone, seeing how it was oddly pointed at him. “I want to, but I don’t know how. I don’t want to be framed.” He answered truthfully. “I don’t want my life to be ruined…” You could see genuine remorse laced in his face, even tears pearling in his eyes. “I adore Annie.” She didn’t deserve that.

His sincerity poked a knife in your chest, “I can help you.” You flashed him a nice smile, “We can bring Annie the justice she deserves.” You tiled, you head to the side. “Now, for being so good. You get a reward.” You pointed at your camera, the flash turning on. You were recording. You unbuttoned his pants, watching the way he tried helping you. A trail of hair that matched the one on his head moving down his abdomen. “Hey, Jean?” You pressed your lips against his, smiling. Feeling his hand move over the bulge in his pants, you placed yours over his. “Do you want me to do that?” 

Jean could feel his eyes flutter at the thought, your lips wrapped around his cock. You grabbed his face, pushing it away from you, and pointing your phone at his face. Jean flinched once the flash hit his face, “Tell the camera how much you want it.”

Jean’s eyes went wide, why was this so… hot? “W-what?” He blinked, averting his eyes. You just drew his face back to the lenses, opening your mouth and pointing at it. Silently telling him to do the same thing. 

Jean thickly swallowed, his lips trembling before his lips parted. You giggled, pressing your thumb to his bottom lip. Then, running it over his tongue. Watching as he stuck it out, his face dusted in a blush. 

Jean’s so hot like this. 

“Go on, tell me.” You placed your thumb in his mouth, pushing on the inside of his cheek. “What do you want?” You pulled your thumb away, a string of silva snapping as you did so. 

Jean sighed, his mind clouding. Just suck my dick already. “I want you to suck my dick.” He probably should’ve thought about that sentence more, before it left his mouth.

“Not good enough.” Your eyebrows were furrowed, glaring at him. “Do better, don’t disappoint me.” 

Jean's eyes fluttered. He shouldn’t have liked that as much as he did. A small whimper leaving his throat, “Can you please suck my dick, fuck.” His hand moved to his boner, rubbing it through the thin fabric of his boxers. He took a shaky breath in, “I really fucking need you to suck my dick.” 

You pushed his bangs out of his face, letting his eyes look into the camera– his pupils going small. You tugged his hair, making him flinch. His Adam's apple bobbing with the motion. “Good enough.” You hit the red button again, making the recording stop. “But, that’s not all I want.” 

You pushed yourself off the bed, letting your knees hit the floor. Jean racked his fingers through your hair, “What else do you want?” It was supposed to be defensive, disgusted, and dismissive. It wasn’t 

Your ears perked at that. “I want one more video.” You let your hands move up his thighs, pressing your lips to the shell of his ear. “You can do that for me, right?” 

Jean thickly swallowed, unable to think properly. His mouth dry as he whispered, “Mhm.” He moved his head to your neck, almost like he needed it to be supported. “I’ll do anything you fuck your tight pussy.” Fucking anything. 

You hated how your thighs mushed together at his words, but you ignored it and laughed, pulling down his boxers. “Good.” You kissed his ear, then his neck. Let your hand wrap around the head of his cock. You could feel a shock move throughout your body. 

You’re kidding, that rumor was true too?!

You looked down, seeing that your hand almost didn’t wrap around the head of his cock. Jean noticed, and smiled to himself. “I told you some of the rumors were true.” His hand wrapped around yours, moving it up and down his sensitive head. “Fuck yes, love this shit.”

You inhaled, trying to stay composed. Yeah, but c’mon– why’d the horse-cock one have to be true. “That’s so stupid,” you giggled to yourself. “I hate you, and your stupid dick.” You ran your thumb over the slit, watching as he stuttered. Closing one eye, and scrunching his nose.

Jean’s cock was oddly pretty. Which was something you never knew a cock could be but– here you were. His tip was flushed in the same color of his cheeks, two veins following to the base of his cock. One traveling on the underside, then moving back up to the top. While the other just went down the left side. The best part was, he was well groomed. 

You swallowed, swirling your tongue around the head. Closing your eyes, and pressing your tongue to the underside of his cock. Jean moaned, his dick twitching in your mouth. 

“God, fuck yes.” His hand went to your hair, holding it behind your head. “Deep— can you go deeper, please?” Jean whined, his hand tensing in your hair. He shivered, “Mhmp—“ he put his hand over his mouth, trying to control his moans. But, a muffled— “Fuck,” passed through. 

You couldn't say no to that, not when Jean couldn’t hold back his moans, because it felt so good. You wanted to head more. You inhaled before closing your eyes, and pushing yourself closer to his abdomen. Stretching your mouth open to accommodate his size. Why’d his dick have to be so big? 

Jean gasped, hips jutting forward into your mouth. His teeth clenched, a small whine leaving his mouth while his eyes watered. Why the hell was he so sensitive? Jean moaned, “Fuuck, ohmygod– don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.” He could feel the back of your throat hit the head of his cock, and to think– you hadn’t even taken all of him in your mouth. 

You closed your eyes and pushed your head, feeling his dick fill your throat. A loud whine echoing through your room, your hands moving up and down what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You pulled back, running your hand up and down his cock. Rubbing the tip with the palm of your hand. Jean gasped, his chest jumping up. A deep groan leaving his lips.

Jean’s tip flushed pink, and oozed with pre-cum. Your hand going up and down, watch the obscene sight. It was so nasty and dirty. Sucking the dick of your best friend’s ex, yet here you were. Eyes watering at the thought of it entering you, your pussy soaking the panties you were wearing. 

You were horny over seeing Jean crumble in your hand.

You opened your lips again, sticking out your tongue and batting your eyelashes at Jean. As his cock meets your tongue again, making you open your eyes and look down. Watching as you moved down his length, moaning softly. The noise vibrated down his cock, making his thigh jump. “You’re so good, fuck I’ll do anything to keep you here.”

Jean sharply inhaled, rutting his hips forward. Trying to get deeper in your mouth, “Fuck, whatever– whatever you want, I’ll fucking do.” He said, stuttering over his words. You couldn't help, but feel your eyes flutter, slowly moving forward. Taking a good amount of him inside your mouth. A soft groan heard from above you, as his hand met your cheek, slowly caressing it before going to the bed sheets. Gripping onto them, as Jean tried to support himself. 

Your mouth was so warm. So hot and inviting, like it had been waiting to take his cock deep inside you. Jean couldn’t help, but wonder– how your pussy would feel? How hot, tight, twitching and desperate it would be. 

Jean hated how he wasn’t in control. He wanted his first time with you to be about you, and only you. Your pleasure. Not his. 

Then again, he was stopping himself from gripping your hair. Pushing your up and down his cock at a pace he enjoyed. Fuck the slow shit, he loved the messy pleasure. Where you don’t care about how you look, you’re just desperate to feel good. 

Jean wanted to make you cry and sob with pleasure, your eyebrows furrowed and mind empty. Pleasure swirling your head, cum spilling out of your pussy. Body twitching when he made you cum, again, and again, and again, and again. The way your mind would go stupid.

He wondered how hot you’d look squirting. 

All dumb and empty, drunk on the feeling of his cock hitting that perfect, little, spongy, place. The way you wouldn’t be able to think right, just stupid for him. But, right now, Jean was going to focus on you taking his cock slowly. 

Let you take control of the situation, because it felt so fucking good. Try to hold back the urge to fuck your throat. Jean wanted to let you do your thing for the time being. He would do what he wanted, later. 

Hopefully there was going to be a fucking later.

Jean loved being treated like this. But, he was also desperate to make you cry with ecstasy. 

You tried going back down, finding it a struggle to fit him in your mouth. Which was far more embarrassing then it should’ve been. It didn’t help feeling his cock slowly moving down into your throat. 

You were so used to being able to deep throat anyone, hear them whimper and cry like they never had before. And now, you couldn’t even deep throat Jean’s stupidly big dick. An event bulge even Jean could see, indicating how deep inside his throat he was. You took a moment to try and breath, before swallowing. Your throat slightly tightening around him to make him stiff. A particular groan leaving him that made you clamp your legs together. 

“Yes, yess. Fuck, you’re doing so well Y/n.” He groaned, cocking his head back. His throat displayed to you while his eyes fluttered, rolling to the back of his head. “I can’t—just, fuck—don’t stop. Don’t stop.. don’tstop.” Jean rocked his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into your throat. Cutting off your air. 

Soo fucking good. Was the only thing swirling in Jean’s head. Jesus, he was obsessed with you. Thank god you were finally sucking his dick, he wouldn’t be able to handle another day without this. Fuck, would you suck his dick everyday? 

Your eyes watered, pussy fluttering around nothing as you slowly moved back and forth. Feeling him inside in ways that should be disgusting, yet here you were enjoying it. You slowly moved your head back, removing your mouth from his cock with a small ‘pop!’ You sniffed, taking a moment to try and catch your breath as you looked at Jean. 

A smile building on your lips. 

Jean’s chest was rising and falling quickly, hands grabbing onto the sheets as he pulled his head back to look at you. His eyes were watering, his bottom lip red and swollen. His lips jittering forward every once and a while, making a chill go down his spine. He hated the pace yoy we’re going. A painful slow pace that made him want to grab your head and fuck your mouth. At a pace he would enjoy, thoroughly. 

Yet, he didn’t. He wanted to let you do your thing, for now at least. It wouldn’t be long until he got what he wanted. 

Looking up to Jean, you licked the corner of your mouth, your tongue peaking at him for a second. Before you tilted your head to the side, pressing your tongue to the underside of his cock, and taking a long hot lick up his dick, drool pooling down his cock. You made sure to trace it over the vein. 

Jean snapped his hand over his mouth, eyes rolling into his head. A moan leaving his covered lip. You couldn’t help, but giggle. Pulling your head back and taking a look at his cock. Jean’s chest rising and falling as deep breaths left him. 

 You didn’t want to admit it, but you liked doing this. Loved doing this. You didn’t know if it was Jean who you loved doing, or the action itself. You’ve given head before, but you’ve never seen a boy tear up because it was so good. 

Maybe, you just liked feeling Jean, and you didnt want to admit it. You liked when his bare hand touched your skin, the heat and roughness of it sending a satisfying shiver down to your clit. Running gently through your hair, and pulling it out of your face. 

Jesus, your panties were drenched at the thought. 

You wanted more of his skin. You wanted your mouth all over his bare skin, you were dying to feel him against you. Most of all, you wanted to kiss him. Your mouth desperate and eager to please—and kiss him. Feeling his tongue against yours, making your head cloudy and full of thoughts of him and only him. His flavor, scent, feeling, just Jean in general. You craved that.

Because, deep down—the reason you were with so many people, is because you're a good girl. Someone who loves to please, loves the attention. Yes, you were an attention whore, and lied about it. But, wasn’t everyone? 

Maybe, you were a little fake. But, you still followed through with every plan. Revenge always wins your secret desire, it was always so much more satisfying to see a man beg—rather than it being you. Maybe, you were just a switch. One that took whatever Jean gave her.

Jean has been dying to see you like this, on your knees looking up at him with your glossy eyes and sucking his cock. Legs clamped together, because of how much you were enjoying this. 

It was nasty, disgusting even but, you were enjoying this so much. Feeling his dick deep in your throat. Jean’s eyes on you, watching as you struggled yet powered through. The small moans, and grunts he would release when you tried fitting him all in your mouth. Still, that wasn’t enough for Jean, he wanted more. He wanted more of his dick down your throat. Wanted to see more of the bulge of your neck. Grab your neck to fucking feel it. 

Jean’s hand went to the top of your head, grabbing your hair and pulling you down his dick. His tip hits the back of your throat before deeply going inside. A small gag leaving you, tightening around his cock making Jean jolt forward. A soft groan catching your attention, eyes looking up to see as he tilted his head back. 

You were glaring at him, a warning for him not to touch you. You moved your head back, pushing his hand from your hair. You pressed your lips on the top of his cock, “Do that again, and I’ll stop.” You glared at him, “Don’t touch me.” 

Jean swallowed, a small moan leaving his throat. He just slowly nodded, hands moved to the bedding and gripping them. “Fine. Okay, okay.” He shakily sighed, “I won’t touch you.” 

You smiled sweetly, pressing a kiss to the tip. “Good, I’m so happy you can listen.” Let’s see if he follows through. You started moving forward and back, tongue feeling on his cock as you continued. Keeping at a pace that was hot and enjoyable for you. 

Jean thickly swallowed, head lollying back. His eyes met the top of the room. His nerves all over the place in the best way possible. Making his mind clutter, the only thing going through it was your name. Holy. Shit. He needed this shit. He needed you. 

You looked up to Jean, eyelashes fluttering as you moved back and forth. You were enjoying this. You were enjoying choking on your best friend’s ex, feeling his cock deep in your throat. Your panties were wet, your thighs rubbing together as you closed your eyes. A soft moan expressing this desire. 

You wanted Jean. Pathetically.

You swallowed around him, moving back and dragging your tongue to the tip of his cock. Running your tongue over the tip, circling around it before adding more pressure. Watching the way Jean jolted forward for a moment, his hands meeting your hair with a scratchy groan. 

Jean’s hands tensed around the bedding, catching your attention. Your eyes going to his hands, watching as they moved off the bedding. You were going to stop if he touched you. Jean’s hands went close to your head, tensing before going back to the sheets. Gripping onto them, he wanted to touch you. You couldn’t help, but giggle. 

You pushed your mouth down his cock again, this time— taking him all the way in your mouth. Something that caught you off guard. A sigh of relief from Jean audible from where you were. Your nose softly pressing against his abdomen, cutting off any air from reaching your system. A soft gag tightening around his cock as your eyelashes fluttered. Tears fell down your face as you closed your eyes. Trying not to choke, and touch yourself from the action. Wanting relief on your clit. 

You finally pushed yourself off. Tongue running over his head for the last time before smiling. Siliva decorating your lips, a few strands connected to his throbbing dick. He let go sheets, trying to catch his breath. The tip burning with pleasure, desperate to finish. You pushed your head down his cock one more time, moving back down. Ignoring the slightly uncomfortable feeling of your panties. 

You stopped, hearing Jean moan loudly. That was good enough. Dick still in your mouth as you pushed yourself off. Indicated with a satisfying, ‘Pop!’ Your head was fuzzy, still in a moment of bliss. Eyes slightly cloudy and watery, thighs clamped together. Your body is tingly and warm, clit sensitive at the thought of being touched.

You hated how much sucking dick affected you. 

You smiled at Jean, resting your head on his thigh. You were losing composure, which you couldn’t do. You needed to get what you needed, and you needed to get it fast. You slowly moved your hand up and down his cock. Feeling it twitch in your palm. “Remember how I said I needed one more thing?..” Your voice was smooth, almost sweet.

Jean blinked a few times, trying to regain his blurry vision. “Yeah, maybe– fuck.. Kinda.” He bit his bottom lip, hands moving around your. Helping you pick up the pace. You were tempted to stop, you did tell him not to touch you. But, you were almost done. So, it didn’t really matter. 

You pushed yourself off the ground. Pressing your lips to his, taking your free hand and grabbing his glasses from the bed. You made sure to run your tongue over his before pulling back, watching as he tried to follow you. You placed the glasses on his head, slotting them over his eyes. His bangs are slightly damp, and messy, draping over his eyes. You pulled out your phone, pointing it at Jean. Pressing record. “Do you wanna’ cum?” You pulled back, making sure to get his hand moving up and down his cock. Your smaller hand underneath, some pink nails peaking through the cracks.

Jean bit his bottom lip, his dilated as he looked into the camera. “Mhm.” 

“Words.” Your hand tightened around him slightly, making Jean flinch. Jean sighed, his face now read. Averting his eyes, “Can you make me cum, y/–” You slapped your hand over his mouth. Making sure the video wouldn't catch it. 

“Don’t say my name, Jean.” Your words were venom, “Men who can’t control their dick, don’t deserve to cum.” Your voice was deeper than before, but still smooth. There were two reasons you didn’t want him to say your name; 1. If this video were to be.. Leaked. You wouldn't want to be associated with it. 2. You would pounce on Jean if he moaned your name. 

Jean shook his head, blinking at you through the screen of your phone. “No, please!” He whined, shaking your hand off his lips. “Fuck, please let me cum. Inside you– on you.. I don’t fucking care just, please..” He cried, a tear rolling down his face. “I wanna cum, please make me cum.” He inhaled, tears pearling in the waterline of his eyes. “Fuck, yes. Please make me cum– fucking need it.” 

You thickly swallowed, stopping the recording and tossing your phone. “Fine.” You cooed, “but, only because you asked so nicely.” You smiled at Jean. 

Jean shakily inhaled, “Thank you, god fucking thank you.” You moved your thumb to the tip of his cock, rubbing him off while giving attention to the head. Watching as he moaned, grabbing the end of his shit and bringing it to his mouth. Biting into it and stuffing his moans, but desperate you watch your small hand around his huge cock. His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the sight. 

“Fuck, I-I’m gonna’ cum.” He cried, his face nose scrunching cutely. You continued the motion, watching as Jean tensed. “Fuck, fuck–fuckfuck.” You watched as thick white ropes decorated your knuckles, making you giggle. You removed your hand, shaking it for a moment before retrieving a towel. Cleaning your hand and doing the same with Jean. Letting him collect his thoughts. 

It wasn’t long before he was staring at you. You smiled at him sweetly, “Finally able to think?” 

“What are you going to do with that video?” 

You sat on your coffee table, “I honestly didn’t think your dick was going to be that big.” You stated, ignoring Jean’s question. You pressed your hand to your lower stomach, “I wonder how deep you would be of me?” 

Jean thickly swallowed, closing his eyes. Trying to hide the fact that they were rolling back at the thought of being deep inside you. “Y/n, seriously. Don’t–” 

“I don’t know yet.” You responded, finally answering his question. You looked at your nails, “We’ll see.” You flashed him a kind smile. Your eyes widened, like you remembered something. Your hand went into your shirt, reaching inside your bra and pulling something out. A ring. You purity ring. “Here.” You tossed it at Jean, “It’s a little gift I give everyone I mess with.” You had a whole pack of them, it was a prank gift from Mikasa. You tilted your head, “It’s cute right, a little purity ring.” 

Jean’s eyebrows came together, showing his confusion. Everyone you mess with? Don’t tell me.. Jean could feel himself mentally groan. “Don’t tell me–”

“You’re kinda an idiot.” You voiced, smiling at him cheekily. “But, everyone falls for what they want to believe.” 

Jean sighed, slipping the ring over his pinkie. It was probably the only finger it could fit, even then– it didn’t even pass the joint. “Love it.” He said sarcastically. His eyes moved to you, “What now?” 

You looked up, “Maybe, apologize to Mikasa.” You pressed your lips together, “And, go tell the dean about Annie.” You nodded to yourself, that was the plan.

Jean looked to the side, “She doesn't want to hear from me.” He also followed it by, “I will.”

“Just say sorry,” You groaned, “I literally wouldn’t hate you so much if you apologized.” 

“You hate me?” Jean teased. 

“I’ve told you a thousand times.” You playfully rolled your eyes, “But, yes. I hate you.” Jean smiled, biting the inside of his cheek and looking away. You couldn’t help but laugh, pushing yourself off the wall and wrapping your arms around his neck. “But, isn’t this how it works, Babe?” You told him, “You leave before I wake up, or something.” 

“Yeah, but I don’t think you’re sleeping.” 

Your eyebrows raised, “Or, don’t tell me..” You pressed your hand over his heart, “You actually want to stay with me.” You cooed. 

Jean stayed quiet, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. You didn’t miss how his hand wrapped around your waist. “Of course not, I’m so ready to leave.”

Your eyes widened for a second. You sighed, “Good.” You whispered, “I’ll text you.” You scrunch your nose, “Maybe.” You didn’t want to make any promises. 

Jean smiled, “Okay.” 

You couldn’t say things turned out the way you planned. “You know,” You said, pushing yourself away from him. However, still standing close. “I’m thinking about leaking the video of you cumming.” You pressed your finger against his lips. Watching as his eyebrows mushed together for a moment, about to speak when you cut him off. “Do you still want me to text you?" It was a trick question. Of course you weren’t gonna leak the goddamn video. You weren’t crazy.

Jean’s eyes moved up, and down your face. “Yes.” He hesitated, but answered nonetheless. “I don’t want you to be my karma.” 

Your eyes widened at his response. Caught off guard, “I can’t promise you anything, though.” 

“I don’t care.” Jean pushed his head in your neck, pulling you closer to him. “This is good for now.” 

You laughed, placing your hand on your face. You sighed again, “I hate you.”

Jean kissed your neck, “Perfect, wouldn’t want it any other way.” 

You let your head fall on him, “Actually, if we go to the dean right now, and tell him what happened. I’ll ride you.” You cooed.

Jean sprung out of the bed, wrestling to put on his pants. “Fuck, I’ve been dying to tell the dean the shit I know. Get your ass out of bed, and watch me.” He glared at you, “I don’t care if he tries to blame me, at least I tried.”

“But, aren’t you scared?” You asked. “What if no one’s believes you?”

“No.” Jean softly replied, “I know that someone believes me. And at least— I helped with closure.”

You smiled fondly. “Good.”

Jesus fuck, Mikasa was going to kill you. 

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studies & sluts (jjk)

who knew all-star baseball player jeon jungkook would be fucking his tutor on a Thursday night

Pairing: Baseball player!Jungkook x Fem!Reader.                                  Theme: One-Shot; college au, SMUT, PWP, fluff, crack (a bit), angst (tiny bit)                                                                                                               Word Count: 6.1K                                                                                Warnings: smug jk; hot jk; sexual tension; dirty talk; swearing; fingering; (f receiving); p in v penetration; unprotected sex + creampie (use a CONDOM)

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The lights shine through the window of your classroom. You’re in 4th period, English. You sigh while putting your head into your head, the class feels like it’s been dragging ever since you started working on your assignment. You had a multiple choice of a passage you have previously read, your teacher was making sure everybody had read the passage before you came into class. Typical teacher things, you feel a pair of eyes staring at you. You look over and see one of your classmates staring at you, Jeon Jungkook. The star of the baseball team who you have known since kindergarten,but he wasn’t always this popular. He was quite shy in his previous grades, he was always trying something new, one thing he did often was draw. Ever since high school started he was in a bunch of clubs and sports, because of that he became popular. Girls fawn over him 24/7 and you were one of them. Sure you didn’t show it but you had the biggest crush on him ever since 5th grade. You tried to get close to him and maybe even get to know him but your chances were taken by multiple girls in your grades. That was until recently, you found out that Jungkook barely studies for tests, and doesn’t care for school at all. Because of this his baseball coach told him if he didn’t study hard enough and get good grades he would be kicked off the team. He was pretty mad about that but he soon got over it. You run as a tutor for the school to get some extra cash along with babysitting and your regular retail job. Once Jungkook found out you ran as a tutor he asked you if you could tutor him. You were shocked at first because, 1 the Jeon Jungkook was asking you to tutor him and 2nd you two barely even talk to each other. You accepted though even beginning, as shocked as you were and you started to tutor him. You were a bit skeptical at first because Jungkook was known for fooling around with girls and not paying them but he did the opposite of what you expected. You guys would tutor once a week on Thursday’s a 4 pm and after the session was done he paid you. He was a regular for you now and you got to know him a lot better than you thought you did. You would even say you guys were friends based on the amount of time you spent together. You focus back onto Jungkook as he looks away. You hear you teacher telling you to turn in your papers and you do so. Once the class was done you talked to you friend before going to your next class. You felt a presence come towards you and you look up to see Jungkook. He holds the strap of his backpack in his hand and purses his lips. He then looks away, “Studying tonight again?” He asks. You give him a confused face, why is he being all different suddenly? He knows when we study, “Um yeah…. 4pm again?” “NO-“ He butts in and I look at him in confusion. His loud answer made everybody around us look at us. Your face heats up in embarrassment and you look away. “8 pm my house, I’ll text you the details' ' He says under his breath and he walks out of the classroom. You look away from him and look back at your friend and she asks “What was that all about?” You shrug your shoulders and look back at the classroom door.

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It was currently 7:45 pm, you were in your room, sitting at your desk. You were studying for a Chemistry test you had before going over to Jungkook’s. His place wasn’t far from yours ever since you moved out of your parents house and got your apartment. You sigh and look at your phone, he was supposed to text you once he was ready but it doesn’t look like he is… at least yet. You were about to set your phone down once you got a text message.

Jungkook: Hey, I’m ready now, sorry it took me so long. Come over when you’re ready.

Y/N: you’re fine!! I’ll be over in a sec

You turn off your phone and get up from your desk. You then go into your bathroom and brush your teeth and brush your hair. You then get out of your pajamas and throw on some casual but comfortable clothes. You then grab your book bag and make it downstairs. You get into your slides and grab your coat from the coat rack. You throw it on yourself and grab your keys, you open the door and go outside. You start up your car and get in, you throw the bag in the seat next to you and adjust your rear view mirror. You look at yourself making sure your makeup is okay before putting the keys in and driving away. You made it to his place in about 3 minutes and you parked your car in his driveway. You see he owned a black pickup truck, must be he needed the space for baseball. You take your keys out of the car and grab your bag. You then get out of the car and you bundle yourself up in your jacket. It was a bit chilly out tonight so it was a good idea to bring your jacket. You then make your way up to his door and knock on it while looking at your phone again. The door opens and reveals Jungkook, his hair was a bit messy and his white tee shirt clinged to his chest. With his black sweatpants and his black slides. He must have just thrown something on like you just did, “Hey, come on in '' He moves and lets you in. You have never been to his house before because you guys usually study at the library after school so it’s weird seeing him like this. You look around and it’s what you expected of a boy, his living room was a bit trashed with pieces of clothing on his couch with a bunch of food lying around. “Let’s not take in my uncleanness, let’s go '' He motioned me and as you walked to his staircase, “Um you need anything? A drink, a snack?” He looked back at you, “No, I’m fine. Thanks for asking” He nodded as you guys headed upstairs into his bedroom. You went into his bedroom and he had red LED lights around the ceiling of his room and his room contained various baseball players posters and a bunch of his awards on his wall. In the corner of his room, beside his closet he had his baseball bag leaning up against it. He had black bed sheets with a queen sized bed. He also had a set of drawers with a mirror on top of it right across it. On the left side of his room he had his desk which had his gaming setup on top of it. He goes over to his desk and pushes his computer and keyboard back a bit. He then brings another chair next to his, he then looks over to you and you make your way over to him. He then grabs his remote control to his led lights as you sit down next to him. He then turns it to a light blue color as he then digs through his bag. “So what are we studying tonight?” You ask, he then sets his science textbook down on the table. “Chemistry” You sigh and nod, “That’s good, I was just studying that?” He nods and flips through the pages. “So are you alright? Not to hot nor cold?” He asks, “No I’m fine” He nods, he doesn’t usually ask you these things, you wonder why he is tonight. “Sorry I couldn’t do it at 4 today, we had baseball practice so I knew it wasn’t going to work” “Oh no it’s fine! I knew your schedule so I didn’t even know if we were going to study tonight” He nods and stops at the page, “Alright so it’s 1-10 right?” You nod as he gets out a piece of paper and starts to write down the numbers. You put your head in your hand again and looked at him, he looked so pretty like this. He still had some of his earrings that dangled from his ears. His hair was also so long that it hid his dark chocolate eyes while he was leaned over like this. You then smelled something strong and noticed it was coming from Jungkook, must be he put cologne on. It smelled nice, it almost smelled like teakwood. He then looked up from the paper and back at the textbook. “Could you read out the questions for me?” He looked at you with his doe eyes and your body tensed up. “M-hm'' You cleared your throat and began to read the first question, “Which subatomic particles are matched with their chargers?” He begins thinking about which answer is the correct one as his hand meets your thigh. Your eyes widened as you looked over at him and he’s just there innocently with his pencil to his lips thinking about the answer. You look away and try to calm yourself, but he’s never done this before, you wonder why he did this. Just then he begins to write down the answer and his thumb begins to rub against the inner part of your thigh. You purse your lips from letting a little whimper out as you try to close your legs. His hand then opens up your legs, rejecting them from clothing and starts rubbing again. “Number 2? Because protons are positives, neutrons are no charge and electrons are negatives” He looks at me with his doe eyes as you clear your throat, “Y-yup, that’s correct” You said, giving him a weak smile. He looks away and you see a small smirk form on his face. “Read number 2” “Which conclusion directly resulted from the “gold foil experiment?”” He began to think again as his hand on your thigh started rubbing again but this time his hand moved up a bit on your thigh. You look down at it and then look away before fake coughing to see if Jungkook has caught onto your hint yet. You look over and see that he hasn’t as you roll your eyes, “Number 1, because Alpha particles went right through the gold foil. Atoms are mostly empty space.” He looks at me and you nod, as he smirks, “I’m getting smarter” You chuckle at his comment, “Must be studying has paid off”. He nods as you look back at the textbook, “The bright-line spectrum of an element is produced when excited-state electrons” You sigh and put your head in your hand again. You then refrain yourself from yawning and you feel Jungkook’s hand slide up again. It was dangerously close to your clothed core as you looked away. Instead of rubbing his thumb like he has been doing he then begins to just rub your thigh with his whole palm of his hand instead. “Number 4 because excited electrons fall to lower energy levels, resulting energy in the form of light” You nod and he smiles, “The elements on the Periodic Table of Elements are arranged in order of increasing” You feel Jungkooks had slip up again, it’s now In between your hip and your thigh. Your breath hitches as he begins to massage it. You clear your throat again and you look over at him, “Number 2 because the order of the PT is based on the atomic number” You give him a mhm as he nods, “Atoms of which element in group 15 have the greatest electronegativity?” You feel his hand completely move on top of your clothed core as your eyes widen. Before he can do anything you stand up and he looks at you in confusion. “You okay?” You look down at him and announce, “Y-yeah, it’s just um… I need to use the bathroom. Where is it?” He then points to the door, “On your right” You nod and walk out of the room.

You make it to the bathroom and shut the door behind you. You look at yourself in the mirror and sigh. You put your hands on either side of the sink, what is he doing?! He has never done anything like this before, or has he shown interest in liking me?! Maybe he just wants to fuck me for his body count. You look at myself and sigh, but would he do that? You mean you think he would know if you're a virgin or not. You sigh and wrap your arms around your waist. You frown, you did like it though. Then shake you head and slap both of your cheeks and look at yourself in the mirror, get yourself together Y/N. You’re only here to study, not mess around. You huff before leaving the bathroom and going into Jungkook’s room again. “I did 5 and 6 while you were gone, you okay?” He asked me, You looked back at him and smiled. “Yeah I'm fine” You then looked over at his answers, “5’s wrong, it's 3 not 4. If you look at Table S it will give the answer” He pouts and looks back at the textbook. He then sighs out of annoyance and erases his previous answer and replaces It for the correct one. Once he was done you began to read number 7, “How many electrons are shared in a triple bond between two atoms?” He then puts his hand back on your clothed core, before you could protest he dips his hand beneath your waistband and puts his hand on your core. Your eyes widened as your breath hitched as his hand moved towards your clit and began to massage it softly. You cover your mouth with your hand trying to stop a moan from escaping your lips. He rubs it more and you throw your head back in pleasure and roll your hips to his hand movements. You look back at him as you see a smirk on his face, You swallow hard and put your hand down on his shoulder. “J-jungkook” “Mhm?” He doesn’t look at me as you tremble in pleasure. “S-stop- '' You say, grabbing on the sleeve of his t-shirt. He takes your wrist in hand and drops the pencil. He then turns towards me and smirks, “Please” he then lets out a breathy moan, “Please, please give in Y/N”. He speeds up a bit with his hand movements as I let out a moan. “It’ll feel so good, nothing else matters…”. He then lets out a low growl and he moves towards your ear, “Now, give in now Y/N, you know you want it”. You look back at him with your lids halfway closed as you see the lust firing up into his eyes. You purse your lips and look down at this scene unfolding. You then let out a whimper and nod. You see Jungkook lick hips lips as he then smirks, “Yes, fuck” he then growled as he took his hand off of your core. You frowned at how empty you felt after his hand left. He then lifted you up into his arms and soon threw you onto the bed. He towers over you and gives me a smirk before kissing me. It was hot and wet, as you let out lewd noises pulling onto the back of his hair. He breaks the kiss and looks down at you. He then takes off your jacket, along with your shirt and bra. You look up at him in embarrassment. Being this exposed makes it worse and you put your hands over your eyes. You hear Jungkook let out a low chuckle, “Your so beautiful baby” He says as he kisses your chest as you slowly remove your hands from your eyes. He then kisses his way over to your breast and begins sucking on your nipple. You let out a rushed moan and your hand landed over his head again. You take a fistful of his hair as his licks and sucks on it. With his other hand he thumbs your other nipple in his hand. Once he was satisfied enough he then began leaving a trail of wet kisses down your body and soon stopped at the waistband of your sweats. He looks up at you with those doe eyes and you nod. He then groans and begins taking them off, once they’re off he throws them and spreads your legs. He licks lips in anticipation and he lowers his head to kiss your inner thigh. You let out a whimper as he leaves a trail of kisses until he makes it to your clothed core. He then smiles, “Cute patines, too bad they’re coming off though” He says as he makes a swift movement and throws them away. His hands hold each other side of your thighs and you whimper, “J-jungkook, you’re” You point at his shirt and you hear him say oh. He then takes off his shirt and your eyes widened and his toned 6 pack. He throws his shirt away and then smirks. “Like what you see baby?” He asked as you nodded. He then leaned over you as your hands ran up his chest to his shoulders. You then look at him and he kisses me. He then breaks away and whispers “Let me touch it” he slides his hand between your folds and we both moan, he then hums as he leans towards your ear. “It’s so wet” You whimper at his response as he then pulls back and touches your clit and you let out a whimper as he moans again. “Yeah, it’s so fucking wet all over your fingers”. He begins to rub your clit harder, you moan as he sighs “I can’t wait anymore baby” You look at him in confusion and you see him step back, he then begins to take off his sweets along with his boxers and his erections springs out. You put your hand over your mouth and oh your god, it’s so big. He climbs back up on the bed again and positions his cock between your folds, “Feels so good baby” He then begins sliding it up and down between your folds as we both moan. “Yeah, so fucking good baby” He lets out a hum as he comes down to kiss you, you do it for a while before he pulls back. “So good” He says before giggling, he then turns serious again and hums. “I want you to take my cock, take it in your hand, slide it up and down your pussy lips. Hm?” He tilts his head as you let out a breathy moan looking back down at it. “Yeah, hold it against your pussy, make me feel it throbbing” You look back up at him with innocent eyes before reaching down and grabbing it in your hand. It’s so big and you have never left something like this before. Jungkook closes his eyes and groans, “Yeah yeah, oh…, like that” He growls he last part as you whimper, “Look at me” He demands, you look back up at him, “Mhm” he lowers his head to your ear, “I want you to be a good girl, slide my cock in hm? Wet from your juices and just slide it in your pussy” You whimper and look back down before slowly sliding it in, you let out a rushed moan as you feel it stretch in. You hear Jungkook moan and whimper. He then groans, “Yeah, slow… make me feel it, I want you to feel every fucking inch” You whimper at his words as you feel the tip go in, “That hardness sliding in your… wet heaven” He hums, “Gripping, milking, wet, sexy, heaven” It begins going all the way in and you both moan over how tight you was. You whimper as he puts his hands on either side of you, caging you in. You look up at him, “Dig your nails into my back when it goes all the way in” He demands as you put your arms around his back, you then put your head into the crook of his neck as we both moan. You feel it hit the back of your pussy, almost to the lower part of your tummy. You dig your nails into his back. He lets out a groan and wraps his arms around your back, “Wrap your legs around me” You do as he says as you remove your head from his neck as he kisses me, he breaks it and lets out a breathy moan. “My cock pressing up against your spot” He groans again, “Yeah baby, the only thing better than being turned on is letting go”. You whimper at his words as he kisses me again, this time more passion and pure lust. He breaks it and begins to thrusts into you, you let out a high pitched moan as he kisses your jawline, “I love fucking you missionary” He mumbles, “Yeah, oh.. So good”. He pushes himself up and looks at you, “There you go… there you go baby. She’s so good. She's so hot, your pussy’s so good” He lets out a breathy moan as you shut your eyes as he picks up the pace just a bit, he then leans down to kiss you again. You moan into the kiss as he starts pounding into me, “Just like that baby. Nice sexy pace” His face makes a lewd expression as he leans down towards your chest, “Give me those nipples” He says before sucking and licking onto one of them. Your eyes shoot open with pleasure as you grab onto his hair. “Fuck Jungkook!” you almost yell. He then does the same to the other while moaning, he then breaks away and lets out a loud moan. “Yeah you like that? That big hard cock inside you?” You nod as he smirks at how fucked out you already were. He then leans back down to cage you in again, “Those hard nipples into my chest fuck, this is why I love when your aroused baby, you want to make my cum deep inside you?” You let out a moan and along with a “Yes”. You hear him chuckle, “Tell me when you’re going to cum baby, I want to cum with you. I want to fill your pussy up with my warm hot cum, mixed with your juices. And then keep fucking you, to feel it that cum from your pussy.” You moan loudly at his words and put your head back into the crook of his neck, “Feel those strong arms around you, pinning your pussy. Fucking you not to fast but nice and deep and hard” He groans as you let out a whimper as you feel him growl into your ear, “Oh fuck like that”. He then begins to whimper, You can tell he’s close now and so were you. You began to clench around him, “Jungkook! Mhm.. I’m c-close” He groans at your answer, “Move your fingers to your clit” You do as he says and start to rub it to the rhythm of his thrusts. “Let me touch it” He says as he brings his finger down to your pussy. “Oh my cock feels so wet, rub your clit and let me slip it inside” You feel his finger slip inside of your hole with his cock and you let out a loud moan. “Stretch it out a bit more… make her fucking cum like that” He then lets out a low chuckle, “Oh it’s so tight… I can feel your wetness all over it. I can feel my cock throb, I can feel your fucking pussy pulse. So hot… tell me when you're going to cum baby cause I want to cum with you” He whimpers then kisses you again. With all of this simulation you feel like you can cum at any time now. “I want you to lock your legs around me when you cum and just keep me there yeah, fucking claim me. Claim me as yours baby” He lets out another loud moan and then begins to chuckle again. Your eyes shoot open as I feel your orgasm coming up, “I’m so close Jungkook!” You almost yell as he chuckles, “Your pussy’s squeezing me, she’s fucking demanding that fucking hot cum isnt she?” He groans as you clench even more of his words. “You gonna cum like that? With my cock and my finger in your pussy?” You nod vigorously as you feel your orgasm come to its climax, “Jungkook I’m coming!” “Cum for me! That’s it baby fucking cum for me!” He growls as you let go and you swear you saw stars. He sighs at the sight of you cumming then his eyes shoot open. “Oh fuck I’m gonna-“ You then throw your head back you feel him cum too, he loudly moans and so do you. You feel it fill you up, creamping you.

You both try to catch our breaths as you feel Jungkook slip out and fall down next to you. You slowly open your eyes and move your head towards Jungkook. He was still breathing heavily as his chest rose and fell. He also looked so pretty like this with his brown long locks sticking to his forehead from his sweat. He put his hand over his eyes and chuckled, “That was so good”. You chuckle too, “Yeah”. He then turns his head towards you and removes his hand, “Yeah, you liked it?”. You nodded, “I didn’t know if you did because you were so god damn quiet, well expect you moaning” You chuckled at his comment, “Yeah, I guess I was just too lost in the sensation” He nods and then pulls you in for a long and hot kiss. This time you break the kiss and your smile fades as you come back to reality. You just fucked Jeon Jungkook… and he was probably was use using you. “You okay baby?” He asked as you nodded. He then got up, “Let me get a towel”. He gets on his boxers and sweats before he walks out of the room. You look down at the floor where your clothes were thrown and reality hits you even more when you pan over to his desk where the textbook was left. You sit up and close your legs before wrapping your arms around your waist. You feel disgusted, he then comes back in with the towel. He comes towards you and climbs up on the bed, “Open your legs for me baby” You do as he says and slowly open your legs. He cleans his cum from your hole with the towel, you watch him as he does and you say something you would never say in your whole entire life, “Are you using me?” You asked. He stops to look up at you, “Huh?”. “Are you using me?” You say this time a bit louder. He sighs, “Baby what the fuck are you talking about?” “You must be using me right? Just for your stupid body count? Because you would never do this with somebody like me”. He sighs and frowns, “What if I’m not though? What if I like you?” Your eyes widened as you looked at him. His face shows he was telling the truth, “You w-what?” “I like you Y/N, okay? I’ve liked you ever since 5th grade. I tried to distract myself with other girls but it just didn’t work. I tried to get close to you but I was taken away by the stupid girls in our grade. I wanted to tell you I liked you but I didn’t know when and how. When you started to tutor me I was so happy that I could finally get close to you. And I thought we were going great so I fucked you. I’m not the best at showing my emotions but I hoped that this would get my feelings over” He then looked at you as you trembled and felt tears in your eyes. You then felt those tears stream down your face as you began to cry. You felt Jungkook come into your arms and hugged you, you put your face into his bare face and cried even harder. He stroked your hair and cooed, “I’m so sorry Y/N if you don’t feel the same way-“ “You should have taken me on a date” You said quietly. He was confused and looked down at me and you chuckled softly, “You should have taken me out on a date idiot” You then lightly punched his chest. He chuckled and gave you a kiss on the forehead, “Well I was going to after we got done but I thought you would take my signals a bit earlier” “I did! Did you not hear me cough?” He then smirked, “I did but I didn’t take that as a yes” You scoffed and rolled your eyes as he gave you a kiss on the head. He then got down to grab your clothes and threw them towards you, “Can you take me home?” He then whipped his head towards me, “Was I that bad?” “Oh no… I liked it, it's just… isn’t it going to be weird if we go into school at the same time?” He chuckled, “That’s the thing that you’re worried about the most right now?” You nodded, and he wiped his face with hand. “See this is why you’re not like other girls Y/N. And why I love you” You faintly blushed and looked away, “You drove here right? So it wouldn’t be us going in at the same time. Unless you want to stay with me?” He said smirking, “Oh, oh no um…” You chuckled a bit, “I forgot I brought my car” “Must be I fucked you that good” You then blushed hard and covered your face with your clothing and threw a pillow at Jungkook. “Ow! Hey! I’m right though?” “SHUT IT” He chuckled at your answer before coming back over to you and removing the clothing from your face and kisses you

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The next day you woke up in Jungkook’s bed alone. Before you went to bed he gave me his extra hoodie and sweats to wear to bed because your clothes were dirty. You opened your eyes slowly and yawned and rubbed your eyes. You looked around and wondered where he was. Just then you smelled something good coming from downstairs, so you went downstairs. You see Jungkook shirtless standing over the oven making breakfast. You smiled and came behind him and gave him a back hug, “Morning baby” “Morning” You said taking in his scent. He still smelled of his cologne like the night before. “Breakfast is almost ready so take a seat” You do as he says and sit down by the island. Breakfast soon came out and he set down a plate with bacon and eggs in the shape of a face. You smiled at his cute details on it, “Hope you like eggs and bacon for breakfast” “Oh no I do” You said smiling at him, as you cut some pieces of egg off with your knife and ate it. “How do you like your coffee?” He asked, going over the Keurig, “With creamer” He nodded and went into the fridge looking for the creamer and poured some into the coffee. He then puts it back into the fridge and gives you your cup of coffee, “Thank you” He nodded and went back over to his spot and sipped his coffee. “So you did like it last night right?” You looked over at him and his face was serious. “Mhm, you were very good” He chuckled and took another sip of his coffee, “Thank baby”. You nodded but just then you realized something, “What are we going to do about uniforms?” He almost spits his coffee out and looks at me. “The nurse usually has a spare but you have to pay for it” You nod and continue to eat your breakfast, “I can pay for it. I forgot about that, unless you want to go home and grab yours” “I will probably do that, I need to grab my school bag anyways” He nods and then pouts “That means I won’t see you until 4th” You giggle and look at him, “You will have to wait then”. He pouts and gives his doe eyes and you just chuckle. “So… are we a thing?” You asked, looking over at him. His eyes widened as he blushed and looked away. “Well I was going to ask you after our date but-” “Our date?!” You exclaimed looking over at him again. “You planned this all out didn’t you?” He chuckles and sets down his coffee,”I did but I can ask you now”. He comes to you and takes your hand in his. “Y/N L/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He asks bowing like a prince. You giggle at his antics, “Yes, I will”. You see him smile and moves up to kiss you passionately. You break the kiss and smile, “Can I use your shower?” “Mhm it’s all your princess” You smile at him and get up to go upstairs but just then he runs up behind me and wraps his hands around your waist tickling me. “BUT YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO WITH YOU” You giggle and laugh at the same time, “COME ON JUNGKOOK, PLEASE LET ME BE” You say laughing even harder, “NOPE LET ME GO WITH YOU” “FINE” You give in as he stops tickling you as you both make your way upstairs.

After you both got done with your steamy shower Jungkook gave you an extra shirt of his and some shorts. He said he would do laundry tonight so he would stop by your place to give you them. You both got ready for school and you both went out of the house to our cars. He stops you before going to your car, he looks at you before kissing you. “See you at school baby” You nod and then get into your car and drive to your house. You felt empty without him, it’s probably because you haven’t had a boyfriend since highschool. Once you arrive at your apartment, you run up your stairs and take off Jungkook’s clothes before getting into your uniform and grab your backpack before going back down stairs again and heading out the door. You soon arrive at school and park your car before walking into the entrance. It was a long wait for the 4th period, you were sad that it would be so long until you would see him again. After almost 3 hours, 4th period arrived. You walk into the class and see Jungkook talking to his friends in the distance. He feels your eyes on him, he turns his head and he smiles then waves at me. You wave back at him before sitting down at your desk. The period was so long but you saw Jungkook catching some glances at you here and then. You were looking at your paper thinking of the answer to question 13 but you see a piece of paper on your desk. You look over at Jungkook and he motions you to open it. It reads, “6 pm at my house tonight?” You smile and write back, “Sure! Text me the plans”. You hand him back the paper and watch his reaction. His face lights up with joy and he nods. Soon the period ended and you went over to your friend. “How was tutoring with Jungkook last night?” She asked. “Oh it was so good” You said smirking, she gave you a confused expression and then said “That’s good”. You smile then nod and I see Jungkook coming your way. You see he had a paper in his hand, he then showed it to you, he got a 54 on his Chemistry test. “Looks like I didn’t pass…  must be I need some more tutoring” He said pouting. You giggle and smile at him, “Or maybe somebody wasn’t paying attention last night” He looks up at you and smirks, “When can I come over again?” “Hmm” You put your finger up to your lips, fake thinking. “How about Thursday next week and at 8 pm again, I have an all county meet at 4 pm” He licks his lips and looks at you from bottom to top. “Yeah? That’s fine… see you then Y/N” He said, giving me a wink before walking out the classroom door.

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star like you pt 1 | pt 2 ☆ shuri x fem!reader (fame au)

you’re a superstar and she’s your producer. when you collide together again for the first time in a while since your listening party the two of you feel a spark. 

warnings : i don’t think there are any!

word count : 2.9k+

note : hi !! this is basically my return to tumblr. i took such a long break because honestly my fixation on shuri ended and i lost a lot of my motivation. i also was figuring out a lot of college stuff and working on larger projects for my career. i didn’t want to push out mediocre content just to keep up with my posting, y'all don’t deserve that! this will be a series i plan on completing. it has a playlist attached in my masterlist but the song popular by the weeknd kinda sets up for how the story is gonna play out. so i would suggest listening to that one as you read. i hope you enjoy this ! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

“so.. what’s your name?” the man who approached you says with a nervous grin spreading across his face. it had been covered in sweat which made you guess two things. either he felt really hot in his navy blue suit, or he was entirely too nervous to be approaching you right now. you presumed it was the second option. this was only because just a few moments earlier you saw him chatting with his friends and how they would always look back at you.

you chuckle, “i’d rather you just ask me for the picture already, rather than play dumb about not knowing who i am.”

you turn your body to him, giving him your full attention. you watch as his eyes grow wide and he begins to play with his collar, as if it’s suffocating him. his sweat droplets glide down his forehead and absorb into his full eyebrows. you think it’s amusing, because you know he doesn’t just want a photo. he wants something much more.

“i’m sorry.”

“it’s fine.” you set your glass down, “so do you want the picture or not?”

“uh, yeah sure. i guess.” he says while fumbling to pull out his phone. you glance over to his buddies to see them with wide grins, so you decide to play along. you take his phone, brushing ever so slightly against his rough hands with your soft fingers. it leaves a trail of goosebumps rising against his skin that is hidden underneath the suit. 

“get in the frame.” you say as you focus the camera mainly on you. that was just how you liked it, having all the attention on you. you weren’t sure how you would’ve lived any other lifestyle than the one you’re living right now. best selling new album, grammy nomination number three with one win already under your belt, sold out tour for next year, and all while you were just twenty. should you have been drinking a martini? not legally. however, the bartender was more than willing to move around the rules a little bit if he heard who track seven was written about.

he shuffles closer to you, the only thing keeping him from moving any closer is the aura you omit. he knew you weren’t on his level, especially because he was just some niche internet celebrity that only the incels of twitter knew about. you weren’t even sure how he made it into this exclusive bar.

the camera from the phone clicks and your toothy smile turns into one that shows annoyance. you hand the phone back and watch as his face is stuck in embarrassment. you soooo got off on that.

“hope you have a nice night.”

“y-yeah, you too...”

he shuffles away and you watch as he keeps his head held down low. he passes by his friends who all try to congratulate him upon his arrival back, thinking something entirely different took place during the interaction. he just walks right past them and towards the exit of the bar. 

you turn your body back towards the bar and look back down at your glass. your acrylic nails play around with the olives at the bottom of the near empty drink. you hadn’t had a real motive for going to the bar. really you just wanted to escape your manager for a second and have a night out to yourself for once. living the socialite lifestyle meant you were hardly ever alone. your assistant stayed up your ass constantly and even lived in your guest house back at home in L.A.. you had to go out to places almost every night whether it be restaurants or brand launches with friends to keep up with the life that young girls only dreamt of. which, you loved it, but you also liked your own company a lot more than anyone else’s.

“here you are.” the bartender says, winking as he slides you another martini.

“who bought me this one?” you ask, considering you’ve been receiving drinks all night. to be specific, this was your seventh one. usually guys would send over fruity shots, which is what they expected you to drink. luckily you had a group of girls celebrating a bachelorette party right beside you. you had been giving them all of your drinks which they greatly appreciated. 

this time the drink had been a martini. the exact same way you had been getting them all night. how thoughtful.

“cutie at the end of the bar. she said she knew you.”

your eyes glance over in the direction of where the bartender’s hand subtly points to. sure enough you saw the girl he had been referring to. she knew you, and you did know her. she was one of the producers on your new album. she’s up and coming and you knew you had to be one of the first to brag about working with her. sure enough the song was a hit and even one of the tracks off the album being put up for grammy nominations. 

despite all that, you two had never actually met until your album release party. every conversation before that had been done on the phone since she wasn’t living in the U.S. at the time. it was safe to say you were surprised she was here in new york. even more surprised that she ended up at the same bar as you, on the same night, at the same time. you would say it’s fate. she would say she saw the paparazzi pictures of you entering the bar and she just happened to be in a hotel a couple blocks down. nothing an uber ride couldn’t fix.

she waves to you and flashes a smile. her pearly white teeth sparkle against her darker skin. you smile back, giving a little wave as well. she looked cute in her sleeveless shirt and dark green dress pants. Which you only saw due to her standing against the wall near the bar. the rest of the seats were taken, so she waited the long game and decided to stand until she made her move. her hair had been freshly faded and she had added a few more tattoos onto herself since the last time you two were together. you were unsure how you saw them despite the dim lighting, but you were just staring too hard to not notice. 

you felt a bit overdressed in your vivienne westwood dress that accentuated your chest and sat high on your thighs. it wasn’t anything too fancy, but the black kiki marc jacobs boots you were wearing were anything but casual. 

“oh yeah? tell her to come over.” you say back to him, and he gives you a look. “don’t worry i’ll tip you well.”

he smiles and walks away from you to the other side of the bar. you can’t see his lips moving, but you can tell they are because now she’s looking at him instead of you. then she looks at you, as if wanting you to say the words yourself. so you do, in a glance and a quick nod. her white teeth flash again when she smiles. she grabs her glass from the counter, filled with some type of expensive scotch. she had actually been old enough to drink, her being two years your senior.

your eyes trailed her as she made her way around. people crowded your vision of her every so often as they conversed with those around them, swiveling in their bar chairs. 

“hi.” she finally says when she’s standing in front of you, looking even better up close.

“hi.” you say back as you take her in.

“mind if i sit?”

“not at all.”

share slides so easily into the seat with this energy that makes your stomach suddenly feel fuzzy.

“how’ve you been?” she asks.

“good, yourself?” you ask in return, your fingers trailing themselves around the rim of her glass. she glances at the action out of the corner of her eye.

“i mean, a lot has changed. good change though, all thanks to your album. let’s just say i won't be out of a job anytime soon.”

you laugh, “so is this drink a thank you?”

“you could say that. it’s also just a kind gesture. i saw that guy bothering you earlier.”

“bothering isn’t the right word choice. he was harmless really.” you take a sip of the martini, “besides, i know how to handle myself.”

shuri stares at you for a moment, entranced by your being. her hands are resting on her lap but they ache to reach out for your exposed skin. ever since the album party she couldn’t help but think about you. work crushes were extremely unprofessional and she prided herself on never mixing pleasure with business. you were just that one exception for her and it made her head spin.

that night at the party you had barely even talked to her, but she watched everything you did. which, she would be surprised if anyone had not been watching you that night. the party was all about you. granted, it was partly about shuri too considering she had collaborated on it. she was nice to the people who came up to her and congratulated her work. she watched as you did the same thing.

she barely got the chance to talk to you, so the fact she was talking to you now made her feel like it may be one of the last convenient chances she gets. 

“do you turn down everyone who tries to flirt with you?”

“i’m not turning you down am i?” you ask her, moving your eyes from your glass to her. “why do you ask?”

shuri felt like she was caught, “i saw you do it at the party. i saw you do it tonight. i never see any media covering any dating stories with you so i’m just tryna see what the deal is.”

you raise your eyebrow, “so you’re trying to see if i’m fair game.”

shuri smiles again, this time it looks shy and innocent. it makes you swoon a little.

“yeah i guess you could say that.”

you can’t help but cling onto every word that she says because of her wakandan accent. it was so sexy the way she made every word sound so much more special than it really was. it had been sexy when you heard it over the phone and at the party, but it felt somewhat different this time. 

“what time is it?” you ask her, which catches shuri by surprise.

“um,” she quickly pulls her phone out of her back pocket and opens it, “eleven fifty-six.”

you sit and think for a moment. you had to be back up at five in the morning for a photoshoot but you figured it was still early enough in the night to have some fun. lucky shuri.

“okay. let’s go to wherever you’re staying at.”

shuri was shocked by your response. she knew she was attractive and had some game. however, you were a task she couldn’t even begin to imagine tackling. you were on this pedestal to the entire world that almost made it impossible to see you as a fellow human being. with your millions of followers and “i’m the shit” mentality it made you intimidating. you were the prize and shuri had her eyes on you.

“okay, yeah. i’ll get us an uber.” shuri says while searching through her phone for the app. “it says it will be here in ten minutes.” 

“cool, we can wait by the entrance.”

you get up from your chair and throw down a couple fifties. your drinks didn’t cost much but you did say you’d tip well.

shuri follows behind you like a lost puppy which makes her feel some kind of way. she wasn’t used to being the follower or the less dominant one. all you ever oozed was dominance and control. she was desperate to break that wall down and see what you were really like beneath it all. no one is ever that composed. 

“so,” shuri starts as she leans against the wall next to the entrance, “what have you been up to since the album release?”

you can’t help but laugh, “everything i’ve been up to is posted on my socials.”

“oh, i know.” shuri checks her phone, “aren’t you going to ask what i’ve been up to?”

you hum, “shuri, what have you been up to?”

“nothing much. just done a lot of work producing wise. i’ve been attending a lot of events of my own recently.”

 “i saw on your insta. i’m glad you were able to find a free night.” you stare into her dark brown eyes.

“yeah, me too.”

a silence consumes the two of you despite all the talking and low music filling the room. you’d never quite felt like this with anyone before. this feeling of being okay with being around someone other than yourself. shuri could sense you weren’t a person who let their exterior down easily. not your real one anyway. the wakandan knew she had a huge task ahead of her, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to do it all in one night. however, she knew you were feeling her, and that was good enough.

everything was going great as she continued to get closer to you with every slight step. she figured it was good for her to get closer since you weren’t telling her to stop. it wasn’t like she made the distance closing unobvious. then, of course, her phone went off.

“the uber is here.” shuri says while turning her phone off and looking back up at you.

“are you ready?” you ask her.

“yeah?” shuri says with curiosity. why wouldn’t she be?

“no, i mean are you ready?” you ask again while looking outside of the window closest to you both. shuri follows your gaze and notices all of the people outside readying their large cameras. now she knows what you meant. once pictures hit the media of you two in date outfits and getting into the same car meant all hell would break loose. 

“are you ready?” shuri can’t help but ask. she was concerned about how much you’d have to deal with when the morning came. you were the shooting star and she was simply the sky that surrounded you. the attention would be on you, not her.

“i’m always ready.” you say while smiling and grabbing her hand. it made her eyes widen and she could feel the heat spreading across her soft face.

your feet pick up sooner than her own, so for the first couple steps you’re practically dragging her along. shuri eventually picks up the pace at the right time. she can see the paparazzi positioning their cameras on you and her before you’ve even exited the building. 

“open the door for me.” you say under your breath as you finally make it to the big glass doors. shuri very quickly follows your command and it makes you smile.

voices begin to flood the entire entrance area, and they're all shouting for you. 

“put your arm around my waist.”

shuri nods and does just that, confused by your motives.

you both begin walking down the sidewalk to the uber that seemingly couldn’t park any closer. clicks and flashes of light cloud your vision and ears but you were used to it. you hardly ever blinked anymore when one of them went right off in your face. however, shuri was struggling to make her way through it all. she wasn’t used to so many photos begin taken of her at once. she was someone who stayed in the background, never front and center.

“y/n, are you two an item?”

“maybe!” you answer with a soft, girl next door smile. you had been practicing it since you first got big.

“shuri! was this a date?” one of them asks as they shove a camera into her face. it was none other than tmz.

“well, um...” she fumbles to find the right words, afraid she may say the wrong thing and ruin her chances with you.

“it was a catch up. shuri produced one of the singles on my new album. you should def go and stream it!” you say, quickly recovering the conversation and making sure the camera grabs your good side. shuri is impressed by how good you were at giving the media not what they want, but just what they need.

“is her arm not around your waist? seems pretty romantic to me.”

“she’s making sure i don’t get lost in the crowds. besides, i don’t mind a cute girl on my hip.”

that part made her catch her breath a little. it was as if her heart stopped beating for a second and then continued on. especially when you looked up at her with sparkling eyes.

“sorry guys, we’ve gotta go.” shuri says when she realizes that you’ve both finally reached the car.

the paparazzi continued to take photos of the two of you as you hop into the car together. the driver doesn’t say a word. living in new york as an uber driver meant you picked quite a few celebrities. the less you talked meant a better tip.

shuri simply puts her hand on your leg, wanting to squeeze the skin beneath her fingertips. you lay your head on her shoulder, content with the touching. this was sure to be an interesting night as the two of you ached to touch one another in other ways. 

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#stvrdrops #fanfic #mcu shuri #princess shuri #shuri #shuri fic #shuri fanfic #shuri fanfiction #shuri x reader #shuri x y/n #shuri/reader #wlw #sapphic #mcu fanfic #marvel #singer!reader & shuri #Spotify

[twothpaste]

Paula for the ask game, if you'd like!

First impression:

wow they sure made the girl character a pink little damsel (despite her badass powers) and called it a day huh. ok

Impression now:

wow i can take the girl character and develop whatever i want about her and -- oh shit - oops - haha whoops - now she's my favorite

Favorite moment: Every time she uses PK Freeze. But really, I'm very sentimental about the brief period between Twoson and Threed where it's just Ness and Paula traveling together. Paula makes a friend she can be herself with. Ness makes a friend after braving the big scary world all by himself. They're probably a little awkward and uncertain of each other at first, but they quickly come to admire each others' strengths!! Combat feels so fresh and exciting once you finally have a party member! They both have to learn to work together with a fellow PSI user, and it's really sweet.

Idea for a story: I don't really have more Paula stories on the brain rn. Whatever I do next with Intermission AU though, I wanna develop her friendship with Claus some more… They're both book-smart and snarky, he's one of very few people who can keep up with her wit. She only knows the half of what he's been through, but she looks out for him on the downlow. Especially in light of his bad experiences with Porky (Paula helped Ness through his fallout with Porky too, she's kind of in a unique position to provide some levelheaded advice & support). And they've both got unresolved anger with their family members. Their playfully pretentious nerd banter might easily give way to some heartfelt & heavy discussions. I feel like one of these days I could cook up somethin interesting. Intermission Senior Year arc where Paula finally stands up to her megalomaniac mom, while Claus cheers from the sidewalk like "yeah paula, you tell her!! yolo, dude! i got your back!"

Unpopular opinion: A lot of fan content I see & read will either sideline her or just, not flesh her out very much beyond Yeah She Sure Is The Girl. :( Itoi left the EarthBound party members relatively underdeveloped on purpose, hoping players would fill in the blanks to their hearts' content. Paula can be anything or anyone, and can have really interesting dynamics with her other party members! I just think her potential is often underutilized.

Favorite relationship: She's Ness' best friend!! A smart pretty popular girl befriends a little fat boy with average grades n' no connections beyond his hometown! And against all expectations, it turns out they get along brilliantly! He helps her loosen up & let go of her perfectionism, she helps him overcome his insecurities & become a more confident person! Ness really really needed someone to trust as his friendship with Porky crumbled, and Paula was right there the whole time. I think they have lots of silly goofy fun together - they'll dance and do karaoke and take joke photos at national monuments. I have a funny little headcanon that they tried dating in high school, quickly realized they like just being friends much better, and went on as if nothing happened. And another, that they teach each other their PSI techniques. Healing doesn't come naturally to Paula, and offense doesn't come naturally to Ness, but they're patient and perseverant and they figure it out over time.

Favorite headcanon: My girl Paula is academia pilled to comedic degrees. She's obsessed with Virginia Woolf. She feels a spiritual kinship with The Queen's Gambit. She daydreams about being a college professor. When she watches movies she calls them "films," and you'd better believe she's taking notes.

#ask tag #thank you!! #2thtalks

[cosmicbrowniefan]

headcanons for will and mike in college PLEASE bc i personally think they’d major in english and art respectively and need more of it 🙏🏼

YES YES YES i love a good college au omg

you are very correct, they would major in english (mike) and art (will)

mike is roommates with dustin, and will is roommates with lucas

mike gets a job at the campus starbucks and will gets a job at the campus bookstore

and will ends up buying more coffee than he needs to and mike ends up looking at textbooks more than he needs to

and both of them are in the campus comic book club bc. they're nerds ok

neither of them go to parties very often bc mike gets annoyed by being around so many people and will thinks they're too loud

but they do both attend one party together, which is a party thrown by the comic book club after the release of a marvel movie that the whole club went to see together

and will bless his soul has never gotten drunk before

he has approximately two cups of beer before he's absolutely GONE

and he's really funny and sweet and clingy while drunk

and. flirty

very very flirty

and mike walks will back to his dorm that night and will is just flirting with mike the whole time, making mike blush super hard

will wakes up the next morning hungover and immediately panics because he can't remember much from the night before but he remembers being with mike

so will goes to the campus starbucks and mike just stares at him with this smirk and will smiles back shyly and apologizes while he gets his coffee, but mike isn't hearing any of it, and gives him his coffee on the house

anyway. moving past that

let's talk about the boys in class

mike is a very nervous student

as in he tries to write down everything the professor is saying word for word because he's incredibly scared that he's going to miss something

but all of his notes get jumbled and hard to read and that stresses him out even more

and one day he and will are studying together for their respective classes and will sees mike's notes and asks him about them and mike tells him his troubles with note taking

so will says that maybe it would help to take voice memos of the class and go back and listen and jot down the really important stuff

and mike says that he'll try that

and then mike goes to the bathroom and will takes pictures of his notebook

and a few days later mike updates will and says he tried the voice memo thing and shows him his new notes that are a lot neater and more organized and concise

and will smiles and says he's happy for him and then gives him some paper

it's pages of the old notes mike tried to take, but will rewrote it in easier to understand language

and mike just. malfuctions

bc no one's ever done anything that nice before wtf :')

i also have this idea that mike has a pretty popular ao3 account and will has his own webtoon comic

also will draws fanart for the same fandom that mike typically writes for

they're both fans of each other but don't know it bc both of them keep these things kind of under wraps due to the toxic idea that fandom culture is cringe and that you get too old for it (which is very incorrect)

they still have yet to find out that they're fans of each other's work btw

and let's do one more

will draws mike for his class

like. multiple times

and will's teacher just keeps seeing drawings of this boy and is like ??????

so one day this teacher corners will and asks him about the mystery guy

and will just says it's a friend

so this teacher asks every once in a while how his friend mike is doing

and one day will just smiles and turns red and looks down and says that it's actually his BOYfriend mike now

and the teacher is just like. yeah. about time kiddo <3

#stranger things #byler #stranger things headcanons #byler headcanons #mike wheeler #will byers #mike wheeler i know what you are #byler college au

[daxwritesstories]

College AU Part 13: came to my show

Content warning: drug use

Part 1: Hip To Be Square (Hammer)

(Scene title by Huey Lewis & The News)

INT. Cyra & Celia's dorm - Morning

Cyra is sitting on the floor in front of her bed. She is alone in the dorm.

She takes out her phone and sends Erik a text.

CYRA (text): What's taking so long??

She gets an immediate reply.

ERIK (text): You can wait.

Cyra laughs and rolls her eyes. She's about to put her phone down on the floor but she gets another message. She picks it back up to read it.

ACE (text): Okay, here are my notes for you, since you asked.

Cyra looks confused but she quickly understands what he's referring to when she reads the next couple of texts, which come in quick succession.

ACE (text): You need to drink more water because you're not producing enough saliva.

ACE (text): Your gag reflex is too strong, like, to the point where it was annoying instead of hot.

ACE (text): And you need to learn how to use your tongue more. It gets boring if you're just bobbing your head back and forth the entire time.

Cyra snorts out a laugh at the messages. She holds her phone up to type a reply.

CYRA (text): Was there anything you liked? Lol

Ace responds after a long moment.

ACE (text): I liked that you didn't complain when I fucked your throat. But I already knew that you wouldn't.

Cyra blushes when she reads the text. She's about to type a response when the door opens.

Erik walks in and glances around the room.

ERIK: You shouldn't leave your door unlocked.

CYRA: I don't, I just didn't wanna answer it when you got here.

Erik doesn't respond. Instead, he sits down on Cyra's bed.

ERIK: Well?

Cyra sighs and leans her head back against the mattress.

CYRA: I hope you'll trust me when I say that I didn't fuck Rhett to try and get back at you.

ERIK: And yet you still had no problem rubbing it in my face when you saw that I was upset about it.

CYRA: Okay. Yes, I was happy that it made you mad, but that wasn't my intention. And I'm sorry for rubbing it in your face. I was mad and trying to impress my friend.

ERIK: Hm.

Erik goes quiet for a moment.

ERIK: You're being surprisingly honest right now.

CYRA: I feel bad. And I want you to feel like you can trust me.

Erik sighs.

ERIK: Well, I don't know if I can trust you just yet, but I'll trust you on this one. And I'm sorry for calling you a slut.

Cyra holds up her fist and starts counting with her fingers as she speaks.

CYRA: And a skank. And a whore. And stupid. What else am I missing?

ERIK: Yeah, okay, I'm sorry for calling you all of those things too.

CYRA: Okay, I forgive you. You know, normally I would like to have a hot guy calling me all those things, but only if he's fucking me.

Erik frowns and huffs in frustration.

ERIK: There you go again.

CYRA: This is just how I am, Erik. You're going to have to get used to it.

Erik sighs.

ERIK: I'm willing to try. But you have to be willing to learn the songs that I wanna play.

CYRA: Right. About that...

Cyra turns her neck to look at Erik directly.

CYRA: I went and listened to some more Ghost songs, and I found quite a lot that I actually liked. I just didn't like that one song that you wanted me to learn. I wanted to ask if you guys know how to play other Ghost songs besides that one. I know they're your favorite band so I didn't want to just brush them off.

ERIK: Hm... I guess that could work. Which songs were you thinking?

CYRA: Well, Square Hammer is pretty popular. Can you play that one?

ERIK: We can. Do you know the lyrics?

Cyra nods.

CYRA: Mhm! Let's swap that one in instead. The rest of the set list is fine as it is. What do you think?

Cyra smiles at Erik and he can't help but smile back at her.

ERIK: Okay fine. We'll do Square Hammer instead.

CYRA: Yay!

Cyra's phone buzzes and she quickly snatches it up to read the message, assuming it's Ace. Erik notices her sudden enthusiasm.

ERIK: Who are you texting?

CYRA: This guy named Ace. He's friends with Roman.

ERIK: The music prof?

CYRA: Yep.

Cyra giggles when she reads Ace's text, which we don't see.

ERIK: What are you getting all giggly about?

CYRA: Ace says I'm bad at giving blowjobs.

Erik laughs.

ERIK: Well? Are you?

Cyra looks at Erik and smiles.

CYRA: I don't know. I think I need a second opinion~

Erik rolls his eyes and stands up.

ERIK: Well, good luck with that. I'm gonna go.

Cyra snickers as Erik walks toward the door.

ERIK: Remember we're doing practice in the afternoon today. We need to be ready for the show tonight.

Cyra holds up an "ok" sign with her hand.

CYRA: I'll be there! Wouldn't wanna be square.

Scene 2: came to my show

(Scene title by 100 gecs)

INT. Bar - Night

Roman walks into a dimly lit bar alone. The bar is pretty crowded but Roman manages to make his way through with ease. He walks up to the stage where Cyra's band is doing sound check. Cyra notices him right away and rushes over to talk to him.

CYRA: You actually showed up!

ROMAN: I told you I would.

CYRA: Yeah but that was before I yelled at you in front of your class.

ROMAN: You're gonna have to do more than that to piss me off, Cyra. And besides, if what you say is true then I wanna hear all about it.

CYRA: Oh I'll tell you.

ERIK: Cyra!

Cyra whips her head around when Erik calls her name.

ERIK: We're starting in, like, ten. Hi Roman!

Erik waves and Roman waves back. Cyra turns back to talk to Roman.

CYRA: I would say "enjoy the show" but I already know that you will.

ROMAN: Don't disappoint me, Cyra.

Cyra winks at Roman and goes back to her band. She goes straight to Erik.

CYRA: I have an apology gift for you, but only if you want it. If you don't, I won't be offended.

ERIK: What is it?

Cyra takes a step closer to Erik and holds out her fist, opening it to reveal a few pills. Erik raises an eyebrow at her.

ERIK: Drugs?

CYRA: Molly. I know you've done it before so I figured it was your kind of thing.

Erik doesn't respond verbally. Instead, he just takes the pills from Cyra's hand.

ERIK: I'm assuming you had some too?

CYRA: Mhm! When I went into the bathroom.

ERIK: I'll be back before the show starts.

Erik sets his guitar down and hurries off the stage. Cyra smiles at Rhett.

CYRA: Thanks for the gift idea!

Rhett holds up an "ok" sign with his hand and clicks his tongue.

Scene 3: Square Hammer

(Scene title by Ghost)

INT. Bar - Night

We open with a shot of Erik playing the opening guitar riff to "Square Hammer" by Ghost, then a shot of Rhett bringing in the drum beat.

We see Roman sitting at a high table by himself, moving his head to the beat.

Cyra sways on the stage until the lyrics begin.

CYRA (singing): Living in the night

'Neath heaven's torn asunder

You call on me to solve a crooked rhyme

As Cyra performs the first few lyrics, she leans forward, bending her knees together and pushing her feet apart. She sways her top half in a seductive, snake-like way.

CYRA (singing): As I'm closing in

Imposing on your slumber

You call on me as bells begin to chime

Cyra stands up straight again and winds her hips to the guitar riff. When the chorus begins she holds the mic with both hands and leans forward to sing.

CYRA (singing): Are you on the square?

Are you on the level?

Cyra stands back up and stretches out her left hand behind her. She slowly does a back-bend, hanging her head toward the audience.

CYRA (singing): Are you ready to swear right here right now

Before the devil

Cyra rolls her eyes up and rolls her head around when she sings "devil". She then stands back up and spins around to face the audience.

CYRA (singing): That you're on the square

That you're on the level

That you're ready to stand right here right now

Right here right now

As the short guitar riff plays, Cyra runs over to the drum set and quickly sits on Rhett's lap. Rhett lifts his arms at the exact time Cyra steps in front of him. It is obvious that they practiced this.

Cyra leans forward and sits up so the audience can still see her face when the second verse begins.

CYRA (singing): Hiding from the light

Sacrificing nothing

Still you call on me for entrance to the shrine

During the guitar riff, Cyra leans back against Rhett. She tilts her chin up and rests the back of her head on his shoulder. She uses her free hand to grab Rhett's hair behind his head.

We see a quick shot of Roman craning his neck to try to get a better view.

CYRA (singing): Hammering the nails

Into a sacred coffin

You call on me for powers clandestine

Cyra hops off Rhett's lap just as quickly as she got on and hurries over to Erik. She drops to her knees in front of him just in time for the chorus.

CYRA (singing): Are you on the square?

Are you on the level?

Are you ready to swear right here right now

Before the devil

Cyra gestures to Erik with her finger, holding her hand high enough so the audience can see. Erik smirks at her and steps forward, planting his boots on either side of Cyra's thighs. Cyra dramatically leans back to make room for his guitar.

CYRA (singing): That you're on the square

That you're on the level

That you're ready to stand right here right now

Right here right now

Cyra pumps her fist on the second "right here right now". Erik steps back, allowing Cyra to flip around and stand up again.

During the instrumental, Cyra dances around the stage, headbanging and pumping her fists. When Erik plays the guitar riff, she whips her head around in circles, her hair flying around.

Cyra keeps dancing and headbanging until the instrumental comes to an end. Just before it ends though, she stands still in the middle of the stage, away from the audience. As soon as Rhett starts the drum beat again, Cyra backflips and turns around to face the audience again. This makes the crowd cheer with excitement.

CYRA (singing): Are you on the square?

Are you on the level?

Are you ready to swear right here right now

Before the devil

Cyra jumps around as she sings, feeding the audience's excitement. She occasionally leans forward to sing to specific audience members.

CYRA (singing): That you're on the square

That you're on the level

That you're ready to stand right here right now

Right here right now

Right here right now

Right here right now

Right here right now

Right here right now

Cyra does another back-bend to sing the final "right here right now". She holds the pose for a bit while the audience applauds.

Scene 4: Molly

(Scene title by Mindless Self Indulgence)

INT. Bar - Night

Cyra is standing at Roman's table, leaning her elbows on it. Roman has a beer on the table in front of him.

ROMAN: That was quite the opening performance. I didn't know you could do a backflip.

CYRA: I've been doing both gymnastics and dance for, like, my entire life.

ROMAN: That explains all the back-bends. One day you'll have to come show me how flexible you can be.

Roman takes a swig of his beer. Cyra's expression turns conflicted. She frowns but she's biting her lip at the same time.

CYRA: I'm still mad at you.

ROMAN: Then why are you looking at me like that?

CYRA: Because I'm on drugs.

ROMAN: You're doing drugs without me?

Cyra shrugs.

CYRA: I didn't have enough left to share.

Roman laughs.

ROMAN: I'm mostly joking. And by the way, I don't care if you're still mad at me. I'm not apologizing. For anything I've done to you. Because I'm not sorry.

CYRA: Yeah, yeah. You told me that last time we talked.

Roman laughs and takes another drink.

CYRA: I'm not afraid of you.

ROMAN: You will be.

Roman nods past Cyra.

ROMAN: Your friend's coming.

Cyra turns her head and sees Erik walking up to her.

CYRA: Hi.

Erik wraps his arms around Cyra from behind and puts his chin on her shoulder.

ERIK: I'm, like, so high...

Cyra smiles.

CYRA: I only ever buy the expensive stuff. So it might be a little stronger than you're used to.

Cyra wraps her arm around Erik's head and tangles her fingers in his hair. Erik shivers and sighs heavily.

ROMAN: I heard you two had a fight.

CYRA: I think we're gonna be fine now.

Cyra's eyes roll up as Erik slides his hands under her tank top.

ROMAN: Genius solution, Cyra.

CYRA: Mm... Wasn't my idea. Okay, we need to go back to your dorm, Erik.

Erik lifts his head, eyes dazed.

ERIK: Ugh...

ROMAN: Do you kids need a ride back? You probably shouldn't walk back like this.

Cyra points at Roman's beer.

CYRA: How many have you had?

ROMAN: This is my second. I don't have to finish it if you wanna leave now.

Cyra nods, trying to ignore Erik's hands roaming her body.

CYRA: Okay. We gotta find Rhett first.

Scene 5: Backseat

(Scene title by New Boyz)

INT. Roman's car - Night

Roman starts the car. Rhett sits in the passenger seat and closes the door.

ROMAN: Get in the car, you two!

Cyra and Erik fall into the backseat, unable to take their hands off each other. Cyra, being pinned to the seat, makes a lame effort to close the car door.

CYRA: Erik, you have to close the doooor!

Erik groans in annoyance and sits up to close the door behind him. He immediately falls back on top of Cyra.

ROMAN: Seatbelts?

ERIK: Not happening.

ROMAN: Yeah, I didn't think so.

Roman pulls the gear shift and starts driving. He glances at Rhett as he pulls out of the parking spot.

ROMAN: Weren't they fighting because you fucked her?

RHETT: Yeah.

ROMAN: And now...

Roman points his thumb at the backseat. Erik and Cyra are aggressively making out, ignoring the conversation.

Rhett shrugs.

RHETT: I don't know, man. I'm high as shit. I don't care.

ROMAN: Eh, you shouldn't care anyway. Cyra's a slut. Right, Cyra?

CYRA: Huh?

Roman turns his head and raises his voice so she can hear him.

ROMAN: You're a slut who will suck anyone's dick just to get her crush's phone number. Right?

Cyra holds up her middle finger at Roman. She stares up at him while Erik has his face buried in her neck.

CYRA: You're never gonna let me live that down, are you?

Rhett laughs, not entirely sure of what they're talking about.

ROMAN: Nope.

Cyra rolls her eyes and goes back to kissing Erik.

#cyra college au #cyra’s world #script #band drama #original characters

[eluvion]

2022 Fic Year in Review

Total number of completed stories: 3

Total word count: for published fic, 22,576. the tua draft that i never got to finishing has somewhere around 10k words on it, there were a few random 1 and 2k drafts that are stuck in my google docs somewhere, and there’s a Lot of words in college applications and articles

Fandoms written in: bungou stray dogs, the umbrella academy, and daredevil!!

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected? hoo boy a lot less. i expected college apps would have An Effect on how much fic i wrote, but Wow. it cut off me writing that one tua draft literally right in the middle of me writing it, and i have no idea if i’ll get anywhere near finishing it once im done applying to places.

What’s your own favorite story of the year? all that said, poetry au--aka hope is our four-letter word--came out this year, which was some of my best work. i love it a lot, and even though it didn’t see the same levels of success as my other bsd fics, it is by far my favorite.

Did you take any writing risks this year? i'm walking backward into my own myth was a fun one. i wouldnt exactly call it a risk, but the format and time jumbling was weird enough that i’m putting it under this category.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year? write more?? i don’t have any drafts i’m in the middle of, but writing more for daredevil looks fun. i’d like to write some team red, but i don’t know if i have a solid enough grasp on either wade or peter’s characters to feel confident doing that

Most popular story of the year? hope is our four-letter word!! which, to be fair, is my longest and i put it out in january and my other fics were published in november and literally like an hour ago, so it makes sense.

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: this year?? i think they’ve been pretty well appreciated. obviously, just breathe that moment down was published literally today, so i can’t really say anything about it. i wish hope got more attention, but it makes sense to me why it didn’t--it’s kind of an eclectic mix of tropes and is very soft and quiet and kind of unlike most of my bsd fics. 

Most fun story to write: ohhhhh i dont know. hope was fun because i got to construct a lot of the world around chuuya and dazai, and i love the idea of where dazai is at that point in his life. he’s well enough to go to college, but everyone around him still worries, and he thinks about oda all the time and he kind of wants to die all the time, but he’s just starting to see light at the end of this tunnel. yosano in this verse is also just the best i love her so much. 

but god. i’m walking backward into my own myth was SO fun. the tense changes and mess of five destroying time and trying to put it back together is just so fun to write, and the style was wonderful. 

Most unintentionally telling story: none of them are unintentionally telling, but just breathe that moment down is certainly. telling. december is just Bad this year so sorry yall have to keep hearing me bitch about college apps but. yeah. Yeah!!! 

Biggest disappointment: THE TUA DRAFT. oh my god i wanted to finish that So Bad and i feel bad because i’ve put out so many snippets but i never got the fic out. it was going to partner with a klaus-centric fic my best friend was making, but :(((( we both got caught up in our personal lives and college applications, so neither of us managed to finish. ah well. perhaps in the new year we’ll get back to it.

Biggest surprise: not necessarily a Good Surprise but god. oh god. the Great 2022 Writing Slump. it hit like a goddamn truck.

but!!! for good surprises, me getting into daredevil!! i’m scared for whatever the mcu is going to shit out next, but the show was a masterpiece and i think it’s high time i started reading the comics instead of putting misplaced trust in disney to have good writing, so i got some for christmas!!

#SORRY THIS IS LIKE. SO NEGATIVE AND SAD ITS JUST BEEN A YEAR #2022 fic year in review #fic year in review

[chaninfused]

readers need to understand that no writer on here owns a genre, layout, or style of writing. we own our storylines, but even then, they might overlap with someone else’s. 

#i might come off a bit rude so dont read the rant ahead if you're easily offended #i'm actually fed up seeing all these blogs gets accused of ''copying'' a bigger blog simply because they had a similar au #and that similar au would be some domestic college au 😐 #like no shit? 😭 ofc its gonna be similar to someone else's do y'all realize how many college aus there are on this site? #so yeah next time if you read a college au or some other popular au and think oh this is similar to xyz by said writer #think to yourself. did this person copy a world made from scratch? #if no then the chances of them copying someone else's work are practically gone #you cant seriously think someone's gonna copy (not steal word for word) a college au 🤦‍♀️ #that au in itself is so overdone you are BOUND to see similarities in plotlines #people however like to steal an entire work. that is possible yes. but i dont think anyone in their right mind would go and #paraphrase an entire soundcloud rapper jisung au ??? #it hurts to see yknow as a writer myself #seeing people's efforts get disregarded bcs someone thought oH !! THiS iS KiNdA LiKE THIs otHeR FiC By thIS VErY WeLL KnOWn BLOg !!1! #it fucking sucks. if someone came up to me and said oh cp is a copy of like idk scxrlettwxtches' throne of roses i would be mad #people put so much effort into planning and writing and when you see a vague resemblance to another fic and start blabbering abt it like #you're gonna bust some criminal or smth you look and sound bad #so dont do it. again. no one here owns a basic au like college or underground rapper. no one owns ANY au !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #people own their storylines people own their WORLDS. these are things that require personal creativity time effort and research #anyw idk if im making sense it just upsets me 🤐 #furat iskiti 🖇️ #to be deleted

[leefics]

bts scenarios | popular boy au

pairing | individual college student!bts members x college student!reader

genre | angst, fluff, slightly cliché themes

warning/s | mentions of drinking, partying, minor swearing 

word count | 9.58k words (someone needs to stop me PLEASE)

lee’s notes | as much as I hate to admit it, I’m a sucker for the high school cliché trope LMAO. but to switch it up a bit, i decided to put a little spin on the regular popular boy au! so for the next couple of scenarios, each bts member actually represents a different ~popular~ persona in college; from the ridiculously good looking senior to the mysteriously attractive student government president (because don’t we all??)

go to | home / m. list / faq

— k. seokjin (the tycoon’s son)

“Hi (Y/N) dear, could you do me a favor?” The librarian, Ms. Han, asks as you approach her desk.

“Of course, Ms. Han. Where do you need me?” You reply with a smile, the librarian giving you a thankful one in return.

When you became a sophomore, you decided to work part-time at the library. Not because of the salary (which—wasn’t really much anyways), but more so due to the love that you had for the place. From the smell of books to the overall ambience, the library was definitely your safe space.

Ms. Han sighs and looks behind you before nodding towards a certain direction.

“There’s a nice young man over there. I think he needs some help finding a book.” Ms. Han replies, and you nod in understanding.

You follow Ms. Han’s gaze and your eyes widen when they land on a familiar face. It was none other than Kim Seokjin—the well-known son of business tycoon Kim Seokhyung, one of the richest men in Korea. He was a pretty popular guy in your college, not only because of his family background but also because of his good looks. However, the only reason you were familiar with him was because you were both in the same biology class. 

You glance at him and look back to Ms. Han. before giving her a reassuring smile.

“No problem, Ms. Han. I’ll go to him now.” You say, putting down some books on her table.

“Thank you, dear.” Ms. Han replies, getting the pile of books from you.

You walk up to Seokjin and gently tap his shoulder.

“Uhm—hello?” You say, making Seokjin look your way.

“Oh, hi.” Seokjin replies, blinking.

He must not recognize me. You think, scratching the back of your head sheepishly before giving him a small smile.

“Ms. Han said you needed help finding a book?” You ask, and his eyes widen in realization.

“Oh.” Seokjin says, clearing his throat before taking a note out of his pocket.

“Sorry, uhm—here, this is the name and author of the book I’m looking for?” He says, handing you the piece of paper.

Upon reading its contents, you suddenly perk up. 

The Catcher in the Rye. J.D. Salinger.

“Oh! Is this for literature?” You ask, and he seems taken aback as he nods.

“Yeah, I’m taking Mr. Lee’s class. How’d you know?” He replies as you chuckle sheepishly.

“Ah, I had him last school year. Had to borrow the book here too.” You say with a smile before motioning him to follow you as you begin to lead him to the literature shelf.

“That’s cool, how was he?” Seokjin asks, making you hum.

“He was alright, gave good grades. You just have to make sure you know what he’s talking about.” You reply, Seokjin nodding.

“Oh, and a pro-tip, always take notes. I think he favors students more if he sees that they’re paying attention.” You add as you 2 walk into an aisle.

“Thanks, I could probably use that tip. I’m not exactly the best literature student.” Seokjin says with a slightly embarrassed smile, making you laugh.

“No worries, I wasn’t exactly fond of the subject either. Not until I met Ms. Han at least.” You say with a small smile, Seokjin nodding.

“Have you been volunteering here for a long time?” Seokjin asks, making you hum and think about it.

“I think I’ve been here for about a year? I started when I became a sophomore.” You reply.

“Oh, so right around the time we had bio together?” He asks, making your eyes widen as you look at him in surprise.

“I’m surprised you recall.” You say with a chuckle, making Seokjin shrug with a small smile.

“Well, I can’t really forget anything about that bio class after that frog dissection we did.” Seokjin says, his nose crinkling in disgust.

“Ah, that’s true.” You say, shaking your head with a small laugh.

After a few more steps, you stop and scan the shelf on your left. As you try to look for the book, you don’t notice Seokjin staring at you with a slight amusement in his eyes upon seeing how focused you were.

“Ah! Here it is.” You say with a triumphant smile, pulling the book out of the shelf and replacing it with a wooden block so the other books wouldn’t fall.

You turn to Seokjin and hand the book to him. He gives you a grateful smile in return and lifts his hand to get the book from you. But when he gets the book, his hand accidentally brushes against yours.

You both blush at the sudden contact and immediately separate your hands. After a few seconds, you clear your throat and look back at him.

“Let’s go back to the front? I can uh—” You say before pausing suddenly as your mind goes blank.

“—put it on my library card?” Seokjin asks with a chuckle, the amusement clear in his tone.

You quickly flush and chuckle sheepishly as you look down the the floor.

“Yeah, that.” You mumble before quickly walking out of the aisle to return to the front desk.

Seokjin chuckles at your flustered state and follows behind you, skimming through the book in his hand on the way back.

Once you’re back near the front desk, you lead Seokjin to a small table where a big box was located. You pick up the box marked Kim and skim through all the cards before pausing at the name Kim Seokjin. You pick up the card and write down the date and time before handing it to Seokjin.

“Here, just write the name of the book and sign at the bottom.” You say, Seokjin nodding and placing the card on the desk to start filling it up.

As he writes, you secretly steal glances at him, thinking he didn’t notice. But after a few moments, he turns to you and chuckles.

“You’re puzzled, aren’t you?” He says, making you tilt your head to the side.

“What do you mean?” You ask, making him shrug.

“You’re confused. Probably as to why someone with a family like mine is here in a library borrowing a book when I can easily have someone buy a copy for me.” Seokjin states bluntly, and you look at him in disbelief before chuckling.

“Well, regardless of what I’m feeling, it’s not exactly my business to ask.” You respond, Seokjin letting out a small smile at your remark.

“That’s refreshing to hear. Unfortunately, not everyone is usually as considerate as you are.” Seokjin says, making you sigh as you look at him with sympathy in your eyes.

“I’m sorry about that.” You say with a frown, Seokjin shaking his head at you.

“No, please don’t apologize. It’s not your fault.” Seokjin says, smiling at you before looking back down to continue filling up his library card. 

“How about this, then. Would you do what I’m doing right now if you were in a position like mine?” He asks, looking at you expectantly.

“Honestly? I think I probably would, for 2 specific reasons.” You reply and he nods at you to continue.

“Firstly, I would love Ms. Han too much to quit my job.” You say, making him chuckle at you in amusement.

“Okay, fair. How about the other reason?” Seokjin says, making you huff as you try to figure out how to explain it.

“I can’t really explain it but—I just love this library so much. I love the peace and quiet, the mixed scent of coffee and books, and the fact that everyone’s too busy burying their noses into their books to even spare a glance at you. And, if I were in a position like yours, I think that’s exactly what I would need.” You explain, looking at Seokjin to read his expression.

Instead of replying, he just looks at you and nods, giving you a small smile before giving the library card back to you.

“Are you a psychology major?” He asks, making you laugh and shake your head.

“I’m a science major.” You reply, Seokjin nodding with a smile.

“Well, whatever major you have, I honestly think you just took the words right out of my mouth.” Seokjin says with a sad chuckle.

You look at Seokjin and bite your lip before saying something you never thought you’d ever say to him.

“You know, Ms. Han is always looking for an extra hand. I’m sure she’d love to have you help around as well.” You say, Seokjin nodding.

“You’ll get paid too! I mean, not that you’ll...” You say before your voice trails off, Seokjin letting out an amused laugh.

He looks at you and nods, giving you a smile. But before he could say anything, he feels a tap on his shoulder and turns around, only to be met with the biggest party boy on campus, Jung Hoseok.

“Hyung, are you still riding along with me? The party’s at 6.” Hoseok says, Seokjin nodding before turning to you.

“I should get going but, thanks for this.” He says, giving you a grateful smile while holding up the book.

“No problem.” You reply, giving both him and Hoseok a polite smile as you put his library card back into the box.

“Oh, and about your offer,” He says, turning around one last time.

You raise your eyebrows at him, waiting for him to continue. But instead of giving you a definite answer, he just sends you a smile.

“I’ll think about it.” He replies, despite already being quite certain of his answer.

— m. yoongi (the mysterious senior jock)

“Number 2 goes for a three, and he shoots! The score is now 100 to 86, in favor of Hanyang University!” The commentator says, making the crowd go wild.

The boys were currently playing at a basketball game, representing Hanyang for a certain tournament. As they played, you, a member of the Hanyang journalism club, were standing on the sidelines taking photos for the school paper.

After scoring, Yoongi laughs and high-fives Jungkook and Jimin. They both pat him on the shoulder as the coach of the opposing team calls for a time-out.

“Nice one, hyung!” Jungkook exclaims, Yoongi just grinning at him as they ran back to the bench.

You snapped a few photos of them, intrigued at how different the basketball captain was on and off the court. 

In the classes that you had together, Yoongi was almost stoic. He never spoke unless he was asked a question, and he almost never smiled unless his friends made him laugh.

However, whenever he’d play basketball, it was as if he was suddenly a different person. He’d be helping their coach instruct the other players during the game, and would cheer and laugh with his teammates with the biggest smile on this face whenever they’d score a point.

You were a great witness of this, as you knew Yoongi both from your classes together and from his games, with you always needing to be there to take pictures.

After a few moments, you’re snapped out of your thoughts as the game continues. You look to the bench and see Jimin get subbed for Mark who jumps up before looking your way.

“Let’s go! (Y/N), my left side is my good side, alright?“ He jokes, making you laugh as you nod.

The game starts, and they continue to score points.

Suddenly, as you continue to look around the court with the viewfinder, you notice that the ball was nowhere to be found. Before you could find it—however, you suddenly get hit hard with the ball, right on the top of your head.

You stumble from the impact and fall backwards onto the floor, a throbbing pain now all you can feel as you wince.

“(Y/N)!” Some of the players on the bench exclaim, looking at you worriedly as some of them call for a nurse.

“Time-out!” Yoongi shouts, signing to the referee before jogging towards you, Jungkook following behind him.

“(Y/N), are you okay?“ Jungkook asks, looking at you worriedly as he and Yoongi help you sit up.

“I’m fine, j-just a bit dizzy.” You reply, now wincing and biting your lip as you try to hold back your tears from the pain.

Yoongi sees this and sighs, looking around for any sign of the nurse.

“Aish, where’s the medic?” Yoongi exclaims, looking once more around the court before shaking his head and sighing.

“This won’t do. Jungkook, tell coach to bench me for the rest of the game. I’ll bring (Y/N) to the clinic downstairs.” Yoongi says, causing Jungkook’s eyes to widen.

“Hyung, we can’t play without you.” Jungkook says, Yoongi chuckling and shaking his head.

“There’s only a few minutes left, Kook. Besides, we’re pretty far from them anyways. Just tell Coach not to sub me with Yugyeom and you guys should be fine. That kid is clearly still hungover from Jimin’s party.” Yoongi says to Jungkook while gently, wrapping his arm around your waist to help you stand up.

You flush and lean onto Yoongi as you stand up, immediately stumbling once you get on your feet.

“(Y/N), is it okay if we leave your camera with Namjoon?” Yoongi asks, and you nod before letting him remove the camera strap from your neck.

He hands it to Namjoon, who happened to be sitting front row in the audience area. You mumble a thanks to both of them before Yoongi starts walking you out of the gym.

“You don’t have to hold in your tears, you know. I’ve gotten hit by a basketball before too and it’s not exactly the best feeling.” Yoongi says after a few minutes of silence as you both walk to the clinic, making you chuckle.

“I know, I guess I was just kind of embarrassed. Despite always going to your guys’ games, I was never really the center of attention until today.” You say sheepishly, Yoongi shaking his head with a small grin.

“You’re really naïve, you know that?” He says, confusing you.

“Why do you think we always insist that someone from the team has to accompany you wherever you go when we visit other schools? Or why we’re always so willing to lend you our varsity jackets while we play?” Yoongi asks, making you furrow your eyebrows as you think.

Yoongi laughs in amusement and shakes his head again, opening the door to the clinic and helping you walk in. As he sits you down on the bed, he opens a drawer and gets out a hot pack.

“A lot of the players we compete with have a crush on you, (Y/N). At this point, it’s not even surprising anymore for someone to come up to us asking if you’re single or have a boyfriend.” Yoongi explains, making your eyes widen.

“You’re kidding.” You say in disbelief as Yoongi walks towards you with an amused grin.

“You really never suspected anything?” He asks, taking a seat next to the bed.

You frown and shake your head as he places the hot pack onto the top of your head, making you sigh in relief at the feeling.

“Well, maybe it’s better that way. Some of them weren’t really that nice anyways.” Yoongi mumbles, shrugging.

You just give him a sheepish smile and chuckle as your cheeks turn pink at his remark. Then, you hold onto the hot pack on your head so he could let go of it. As he sees you grasp it, he puts his hand down and grabs his phone.

“I mean, it’s not like I would have given them the chance anyways. I’m not exactly looking for a relationship right now.” You reply, Yoongi nodding.

“Well, now you know at least.” Yoongi says with a shrug, the two of you chuckling.

The two of you chat some more when all of a sudden, Yoongi gets a text message. He looks at his phone and a big smile suddenly forms on his face.

“Why? Did they win?” You ask, Yoongi only smiling and nodding at you.

“Jungkook’s so happy. Apparently he took over captain when I left.” Yoongi says, a proud smile on his face as he types a message on his phone and sends it. 

“Well, congrats! You should go celebrate with them!” You exclaim, making him chuckle and look at you.

“They just texted me right now, said they want you back upstairs too. Are you feeling a bit better?” Yoongi asks and you nod in response, slowly getting off the bed.

As soon as you stand up, you stumble back a bit, grabbing Yoongi’s hand instinctively as you quickly sit back onto the bed. You both freeze and look at each other, a light tint of pink on both your faces.

After a moment, you clear your throat and stand up again. As you try to pull your hand away; however, Yoongi doesn’t let go.

“You know what, I think I’ll just keep it here. In case you stumble again.” Yoongi says with a shrug, making you laugh in amusement as you get more flustered.

“Alright, then.” You mumble, Yoongi not being able to take the smile off his face as he leads you out of the clinic and back to the court.

— j. hoseok (the party boy)

“You have no idea how pumped I am right now!” Hoseok exclaims as he, Namjoon, and Seokjin walk into Jimin’s house and get hit by the sudden flashing lights and loud music.

Hoseok immediately shouts, everyone cheering once they see him walk in. Namjoon can only roll his eyes at his friend’s actions as he was already so used to the guy’s energy.

“Trust me, we can tell you’re excited. Especially since you were so adamant to leave campus that you went to the library fifteen minutes before I asked you to.” Seokjin responds, making Hoseok shrug.

“Well sorry, I didn’t exactly know there was a girl involved.” Hoseok says, Namjoon also laughing while Seokjin scoffs.

“Just go and find us drinks, please. I’d rather get drunk than talk about anything remotely serious with you.” Seokjin replies, making Hoseok laugh as he pats his friends’ shoulder.

“That’s the spirit! I’ll go get us some drinks. Go and find the others or something.” Hoseok says, Seokjin and Namjoon nodding before walking away.

“Light beer for me, please. I have a meeting tomorrow afternoon.” Namjoon says, calling after Hoseok.

“Got it, Mr. President!” Hoseok teases with a salute, making Namjoon roll his eyes before they go their separate ways.

Once Seokjin and Namjoon leave, Hoseok begins to walk through the crowd, trying to look for the drinks table. But on the way there, he ends up greets everyone he knew first, this being practically everyone at the party.

If there was one thing Jung Hoseok was known for apart from being a party boy, it was that he was also a huge social butterfly. He knew almost everyone at his college and in the same way, almost everyone knew him.

Meanwhile, you were by the drinks bar, a frown etched onto your face as you looked for your friend. It was your first college party, and possibly your last as well if you didn’t find her anytime soon.

As you continued searching for your friend, you bump into a girl who looks surprisingly as lost as you. The two of you make eye contact for a few moments before giggling at each other awkwardly.

“First party?” You ask her, and she shyly nods in response.

“Taehyung invited me. Although, I’m not exactly sure where he is at the moment.” The girl says with a small frown, you nodding in understanding.

“Looks like we’re on the same boat, then! I’m actually looking for my friend too.” You say and she chuckles.

The two of you start conversing with one another and make light out of the situation you were both in. All of a sudden, she looks behind you and her face suddenly relaxes in relief.

Before you could ask her what was wrong, you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey! Sorry, I got a bit lost.” Taehyung exclaims, coming your direction to hug the friend you were speaking to.

The girl and Taehyung begin to catch up before he whisks her away with his arm on her shoulder. She smiles at you apologetically and you wave at her, reassuring her that you were fine.

“You know, I’ve never seen Taehyung so attached to a girl before.” Someone suddenly says, making you turn around in surprise. 

“Oh. Well, I don’t really know the guy so..” You reply, giving Hoseok a sheepish smile as he chuckles at your response.

“I’ve never also never seen you around before. Is this your first party?” Hoseok asks and you nod at him.

“Ah, is it that obvious? My friend actually invited me. But, I kinda lost her.” You say with a chuckle, Hoseok frowning.

“Damn. Well, that actually happens quite a lot. Unfortunately, if your friend is like anyone I know, you probably won’t be seeing her again ‘til tomorrow morning.” He says apologetically, making you sigh.

“Yeah, I kinda expected that.” You mumble, toying with the drink in your hand.

“Well, if it makes it any better, it’s a chance to make new friends.” Hoseok suggests, making you wince.

“I’m not exactly really good at the whole socializing thing.” You reply, Hoseok laughing in response.

“You seem to be doing just fine right now, though?” Hoseok says, making you crack a small smile.

Hoseok smiles at this and opens his mouth to say something else. But then, he gets cut off.

“Hoseok! Come sit with us!” Jimin shouts from afar, making you both look his way.

"Alright, I’ll just get a drink!” Hoseok shouts in response.

You frown at this, thinking that he’d leave you and join his friends. As he turns around to reply to Jimin, you turn on your phone and start looking for a nearby Uber.

“Sorry about him.” He says to you whilst giving you an apologetic smile, making you look back at him and shake your head.

“Don’t worry, it’s alright. I think I might head home soon anyways.” You say, forcing a smile.

Upon hearing this, Hoseok’s face immediately falls and he shakes his head.

“What? You seem like a really fun person though!" Hoseok says, making you laugh and shake your head.

“Like I said earlier, I’m not as good as you when it comes to initiating conversations.” You say, making Hoseok let out a disappointing frown before his face suddenly brightens again.

“Why don’t you come join my table? You can meet some of my friends!” Hoseok suggests, making your eyes widen as you shake your head.

“Oh! Well, I’d hate to interrupt—” You start before he lets out a disapproving noise in response.

“Look, if there’s anything my friends have taught me, it’s to never waste a good party. You’re not interrupting anything, (Y/N), don’t worry.” Hoseok says, making you chuckle as your ears turn pink.

“Besides, I honestly think you’d get along really well with some of my friends! It’d be a shame to see you go.” Hoseok adds, making you purse your lips into a line.

“Okay fine.” You say with a sigh after a few moments, Hoseok rejoicing at your response.

“That’s the spirit! Here, let me just pour myself a drink and then we can go and chat some more at Jimin’s table.” Hoseok says, you nodding in response.

Hoseok grabs a beer and cracks it open before taking a big sip. Then, he turns to you and offers you his arm.

“Shall we?” He asks, a big smile on his face. You giggle and nod, hesitantly linking your arm in his.

“We shall.”

— k. namjoon (the student government president)

You walk onto campus, a lost expression on your face as you attempt to look for the admin’s office. 

You were a new transfer at Hanyang, only recently moving to Seoul after staying at the province for practically your entire life. So far, everything seemed to be going smoothly, except for the fact that Hanyang was almost thrice the size of your former campus.

You sigh and look around, trying to search for someone you could approach and ask for directions from. Finally, you make eye contact with a man wearing a varsity jacket, a duffel bag on his shoulder.

You quickly jog towards him, giving him an apologetic smile.

“Hi, are you from here?” You ask, and he nods at you with a polite smile.

“Yeah, I’m a senior.” He responds, and you sigh in relief.

“Thank god. Uh—Hi I’m (Y/N). I transferred here as a junior and it’s my first day today. I can’t seem to find the admin’s office though?” You reply, and his mouth makes an “o” shape as he nods in understanding.

“Ah, understandable. The campus is pretty big. Oh, and I’m Yoongi, by the way.” He says, both of you letting out a chuckle.

Suddenly, his phone buzzes and he looks at the message with wide eyes before turning to you with apologetic eyes as he lets out a sigh.

“Listen, I’m really sorry but I have to go so I can’t really direct you there myself.” He says, making your smile fade.

“But! I have a friend who’s coming in awhile and he’ll definitely be more than willing to help you get there.” Yoongi says, surprising you.

“Oh, I’d hate to hassle you. It’s okay, I can just ask someone else.” You say, making Yoongi shake his head as he points behind you.

“No worries, he’s actually already coming here now.” Yoongi says with a sheepish smile.

You turn around and see a rather tall man walking towards you guys, a manila envelope in his hand. He waves at you guys as he approaches, giving you a polite smile.

“Joon!” Yoongi says, grinning at his friend as they greet each other.

“This is (Y/N), she’s new and needs help getting to the admin. I need to run and get to practice but would you be able to help her get there?” Yoongi asks, you only giving the man a sheepish smile.

“Only if you don’t mind.” You add, and Yoongi looks at you and laughs.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N). Namjoon’s the student gov president. He does this all the time anyways.” Yoongi says, causing your eyes to widen as you look at the guy in front of you.

Namjoon chuckles and brings his hand out to you to shake.

“Hi, I’m Kim Namjoon.” He says, and you smile and shake his hand.

“Nice to meet you. I’m (Y/N) (L/N).” You reply.

Yoongi glances at the two of you with a triumphant smile before patting his friend on the back.

“Alright, I have to run. It was nice meeting you, (Y/N)!” He exclaims, smiling at you before rushing towards the nearest elevator.

“Yoongi’s the basketball captain. So, he’s usually at practice.” Namjoon explains, you nodding in response.

“Anyways, let’s start walking?” Namjoon asks, and you smile and nod before following him.

The two of you begin to walk towards a stoned path, Namjoon occasionally greeting some people they knew as they walked past the two of you.

“So, what brings you to Hanyang?” Namjoon asks, trying to break the awkward tension between the two of you.

“The province life was getting a bit suffocating, so i decided to move out for the rest of my college years.” You reply, surprising Namjoon.

“Oh, what province are you from?” Namjoon asks, making you smile as you recall your hometown.

“I’m from Pohang, it’s very near to Daegu.” You reply, making Namjoon nod.

“That’s cool! I have a few friends that are from Daegu too. I’m sure they’d love to meet you.” Namjoon says, making you chuckle.

“I’d appreciate that. I’m not exactly the best at making friends.” You reply, making Namjoon smile.

“Don’t worry, I was like that too. But students here are usually really nice so as long as you spend time with the right circle of people, you should be fine.” Namjoon says, you nodding in response.

The two of you converse more as you walk to the admin, surprised as you both realize you had more in common than you guys initially thought.

“I can’t believe we both like the same book!” You exclaim, Namjoon laughing and nodding.

“Trust me, I’m just as surprised.” He replies, grinning at you.

Then, Namjoon suddenly stops walking. You pause as well, looking ahead of you in surprise as you see the admin office right in front of you.

“We’re here!” Namjoon exclaims, making you smile as you thank him.

“Thank you so much for accompanying me. I had a really great time getting to know you.” You say, and Namjoon gives you a smile in return.

“The feeling’s mutual. Here, uhm—please feel free to just send me a message if you need any other help. I’d be more than willing to do so.” Namjoon says, bringing out a piece of paper from his bag to write his number on.

As he hands it to you, you input it onto your phone and ring the number, smiling when you see Namjoon’s phone ring.

“Will do.” You say with a thankful smile.

As Namjoon turns around to leave, you quickly grab onto his sleeve, causing him to turn back towards you.

“Wait, uh—” You say, stuttering as you chuckle at him.

“The movie adaptation of Dune is coming out next week and I hear it’s really good. Would you wanna come with me sometime to watch it?” You ask, and Namjoon smiles at you amused.

“Are you asking me out?” He teases, and you laugh and shrug, your cheeks turning pink.

“Maybe, but I also just want to return the favor for the help you lent me today.” You say, and Namjoon smiles at you and laughs as well.

“How about next Saturday, 6PM?” Namjoon offers, and you grin.

“Sure!” You exclaim, and you both smile at one another.

— p. jimin (the campus flirt)

“Oh my god.” You mumble, huffing as you watch the bus drive away.

You just missed your only ride to campus, which meant that you would either need to catch a cab or walk to get there. It wasn’t that far of a walk, but it would just take you slightly longer than you anticipated. That, and you weren’t exactly prepared to walk a few kilometers in extremely cold weather.

You sigh and put your hands in your pants’ pockets before you begin walking. You put on some music and continue your walk, making a mental note to bring a hot pack next time in case this happens again.

About 10 minutes past, you suddenly hear a car horn honk next to you, causing you to jump and look to your left. You’re startled when you see a familiar black car, and your eyebrows furrow in confusion when the window rolls down and reveals Park Jimin, your seatmate in chemistry.

“(Y/N)? Why are you walking when it’s this cold?” Jimin shouts from inside his car, making you chuckle as you look at him.

Park Jimin was best known around college as the campus flirt. He’d always be seen waving and smiling to girls all over university and had never really been seen with the same girl for too long of a time. 

Because you two didn’t really belong to the same social circle, you never really got too close despite being seatmates with one another for an entire semester. However, this didn’t stop you both from exchanging words (and maybe some answers) here and there during your classes.

Before you continue speaking to Jimin, you walk a bit closer to his car and crouch down towards his window.

“I missed my bus.” You reply, making Jimin frown.

“Hop in! I’m on my way there anyways.” Jimin says, the door automatically opening.

You move away from the door as it opens and debate going in for a few moments before doing so anyways, thinking that you didn’t have anything to lose. As you get into the front seat, Jimin gives you a small grin before pushing a button on his car, the door automatically closing.

“Thank you so much.” You say with a sigh in relief, Jimin chuckling.

He cranks up the heater and rolls the window back up before beginning to drive again.

“No problem, (Y/N). Are you feeling really cold? I think I have a jacket in the back.” Jimin says, making you smile at him sheepishly.

“Sorry, is it okay if I borrow it?” You ask shyly.

Jimin gives you a comforting smile before reaching backwards and getting his denim jacket, quickly pulling back to place it on your lap before he puts his hand back on the wheel.

“You are a saint.” You say with a sigh, making Jimin laugh and shake his head.

You put on the denim jacket, the sleeves going slightly past your hands. As you reach into the pockets to keep your hands warm, your startled when you feel a piece of paper in one of the pockets. Confused, you bring it out and look at its contents before letting out a chuckle.

call me! XXXX-XXX-XXXX

Jimin hears your chuckle and quickly looks at what you were holding before his eyes turn back to the road. He lets out a sheepish chuckle as his ears turn slightly pink.

“Ah, I’m sorry about that. The last time I used that jacket, I was at a dinner with some mutual friends. Someone must’ve slipped it into my pocket before I left.” Jimin says, making you look at him in disbelief.

“Wow, just like that?” You tease, making Jimin groan in embarrassment.

“I promise it’s not what it seems, (Y/N).” Jimin says, causing you to let out a laugh.

“I’m serious! I don’t know, I guess it’s just kind of become a habit? But sometimes, people will just suddenly approach me thinking I was flirting with them when I was really just being friendly.” Jimin explains, letting out a huff.

“Yikes.” You say, sending him a sympathetic smile.

“It’s fine, I guess. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I kind of built this reputation because of my own actions. I guess it just gets a bit overbearing at times.” He says, you nodding in understanding.

After a few moments of silence, Jimin clears his throat before pointing his hand to the paper bag beside your feet.

“Sorry about that, by the way. I’m hosting a party later tonight and I went and bought some Clorox wipes from the store. You know, in preparation for all the cleaning I’m probably going to do tomorrow.” Jimin says, causing you to wince at the thought.

“Well, good luck with that.” You say, both of you letting out a laugh.

All of a sudden, Jimin’s phone rings through the car speaker. He looks at you apologetically before tapping his car’s screen to answer it.

“Speaking of parties.” He mumbles to you, making you stifle your laugh as Hoseok begins to speak.

“Jimin! Yoongi just called me and he said the food hasn’t been picked up yet?” Hoseok asks, making Jimin’s eyes widen.

“What? Taehyung was supposed to bring those to my place an hour ago.” Jimin says, Hoseok sighing from the other line.

“Everything’s still in the mall, Jimin. Taehyung hasn’t picked up anything.” Hoseok replies.

Jimin groans in frustration and lets out an audible sigh, ruffling his hair before looking at the car screen.

“Alright, just give me a sec to call Tae. Thanks, hyung.” Jimin says, Hoseok thanking him back before they hang up.

“Sorry about that. Would you mind if I gave Tae a call real quick?” Jimin asks you.

“Of course! I don’t mind at all, no worries.” You reply, Jimin sending you a thankful smile before tapping a few buttons on the car.

After a moment, the speaker begins to ring. Jimin taps his hand on the wheel, waiting for his friend to pick up.

“Hello?” Taehyung finally says, Jimin sighing in relief.

“Tae, where are you? Are you still going to the party?” Jimin asks, Taehyung inhaling sharply from the other line.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry I lost track of time. I was walking Yeontan and I got a bit sidetracked.” Taehyung says, making Jimin groan.

You listen into the conversation, beginning to feel kind of bad for Jimin and the amount of stress his friends seemed to be putting him in.

“So you still haven’t picked up any of the things for the party?” Jimin asks in disbelief.

“I’m really sorry, man.” Taehyung says, Jimin sighing again.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of it. Just make sure to be there, please!” Jimin exclaims.

“Yes, of course, Jimin.” Taehyung says before hanging up.

Jimin purses his lips in frustration, looking at the time before sending an apologetic glance your way.

“Sorry, this party has just been stressing me out. The only reason I agreed to have it at my place was so that I wouldn’t need to take care of any of the preparation stuff.” Jimin says, causing you to frown.

“Would it be okay if I just dropped you off at the entrance? I’ll need to leave right away to go grocery shopping and buy some food.” Jimin says, almost shuddering at the idea of shopping.

You chuckle at this and ponder for a few seconds before suddenly getting an idea.

“Hey, how about I accompany you instead? I’m not really doing anything for the rest of the day anyways and I do need to get some things from the grocery too.” You say, surprising Jimin.

“Really, you’d be okay with joining me?” Jimin asks.

“Of course! I love grocery shopping. And besides, I think you’ll be needing the company anyways. You look like you’re about to go insane.” You reply, Jimin letting out a laugh.

“Thank you so much.” Jimin says to you before U-turning at the next slot to drive to the nearest grocery.

...

You and Jimin were currently roaming around the grocery, your cart filled with chips, beer, and solo cups. As you look for the cheapest brand of dip, you suddenly hear Jimin chuckle behind you.

“Why?” You ask, looking back at Jimin with a smile.

He looks at you amused and shrugs.

“I don’t know, I guess this is just kind of new. I’ve gone on all sorts of dates and yet I’ve never gone grocery shopping with a girl before.” Jimin says, causing you to chuckle at him.

“Is Jimin finally turning domestic?” You tease, making Jimin roll his eyes and shake his head as he grabs another case of beer from the shelf.

“Well, I have to say, it’s surprisingly not that bad.” Jimin says with another shrug, surprising you.

“Maybe all you need is to find the perfect person to do it with.” You say with a smile, Jimin smiling back at you.

Maybe he already has.

— k. taehyung (the ridiculously good-looking)

“Duck! Come over here!” You exclaim towards your puppy with a big smile on your face, causing him to run towards you.

“Good boy!” You praise, rubbing Duck’s tummy as he lays in the grass.

Since today was your day-off, you decided to spend it with your dog, Duck at the campus park. Duck was a Corgi puppy that you decided to adopt soon after enrolling in college. You found him as you were passing by a dog shelter and you just immediately fell in love.

You named him duck because one of your baby cousins whom you’d meet often would always call the Corgi a duck, and the habit eventually spilled over to you as well. 

You smiled at the fond memory, the smile widening when you see Duck perk up at the sight of dog treats.

“Ah, you want one? Give me a turn, first!” You exclaim, making a circle motion with your hand.

Duck sees this and quickly twirls around, causing you to giggle and pet him on the head. You give him the treat and he enjoys it thoroughly, happily barking as he ate it. After quickly devouring his first treat, he quickly barks as if though he was asking you for another one.

“Maybe in awhile, Duck. We’re eating lunch soon.” You say, giving Duck belly rubs and giggling.

All of a sudden, you hear a shout from a distance.

“Shit—Yeontan, come back!” Someone shouts, making you look behind you.

Your eyes widen when you see a dog suddenly rush toward you, jumping onto your lap. You laugh in amusement and carefully pat the dog’s head, watching as the dog quickly warms up to you. Then, the dog abruptly sits up, sniffing your bag.

“Ah, you’re looking for a treat, aren’t you?” You say with a chuckle, bringing the treats out of your bag.

The dog quickly barks, Duck now also on high-alert as they both eye the treat bag. You sigh and stand up, unable to say no to either one of them. So you grab one treat and break it in half, giving each one to each puppy.

Once they get their treats, they both calm down and munch on them, making you smile as you begin patting both their heads. Then, you hear a panting noise behind you.

“Yeontan...I’m...Sorry...” The guy says while trying to catch his breath.

Upon hearing this, the dog in front of you perks up and runs behind you, causing you to also turn around and see who its owner was. Your eyes quickly widen when you come face to face with Kim Taehyung.

Kim Taehyung was pretty well-known around campus for being extremely good-looking and friendly. His name would constantly be uttered by girls all over the place like a celebrity whenever he’d post a new photo on his social media. And he’d always represent the school when it came to certain events which made him well-known even to those outside the university.

You have never personally encountered him, at least not until today.

“H-Hi.” You stutter out, blinking at the man in front of you.

Once Taehyung catches his breath, he sends you a quick smile before scratching the back of his head.

“Hi, I’m so sorry about my dog.” Taehyung says, causing you shake your head in response.

“Oh no, please don’t apologize! Your dog didn’t hassle me at all.” You say politely, making Taehyung smile in relief.

“That’s nice to hear. He can get a little rowdy sometimes.” Taehyung replies, making you smile as you crouch down towards his dog and pet it.

“His name’s Yeontan, by the way.” Taehyung says, making you chuckle.

“You have a very cute name, Yeontan.” You say while rubbing Yeontan’s tummy, Taehyung staring at you guys with a smile on your face.

“Oh—and it’s Taehyung. Sorry.” Taehyung says, making you look up at him confusedly.

“I meant my name’s Taehyung.” He stammers, causing you to laugh as you stand up.

“It’s nice to meet you, Taehyung. My name’s (Y/N).” You say with a grin, bringing out your hand.

Taehyung smiles and shakes your hand, looking behind you when his eyes suddenly wide.

“Wait—our dogs!” Taehyung exclaims, making you turn around as well.

Your eyes soon widen as well when you see that Yeontan and Duck both seem to have disappeared. You both look around and spot them running at the far edge of the park. You both quickly start running after Yeontan and Duck who seemed to be rushing towards the fountain, something that was never a good sign. 

“Got them!” Taehyung exclaims, grabbing onto both the dogs right on time before they would have jumped into the water.

You catch up to him and start panting, trying to catch your breath from all the running you just did. Taehyung chuckles at you while also trying to steady his breathing, handing you Duck.

“I think..we both need..to buy leashes...” Taehyung says while catching his breath, making you laugh.

“I agree.” You reply with a smile, sighing loudly before getting some water from your bag to drink. 

Taehyung does the same thing and almost finishes all the contents of his water bottle before he puts it back in his backpack, looking at you with a grin.

“Well, I guess that was one way to break the ice.” Taehyung says, both of you laughing at his remark.

“I’m quite surprised, honestly. Duck has never run that far from me before.” You reply, making Taehyung chuckle and look at you with a guilty smile.

“Must be Yeontan then. He can be a bit of a bad influence at times.” Taehyung says as he pats his dog’s head.

You smile at this and nod, looking at the dog with amusement in your eyes.

“I can see that.” You joke, Taehyung grinning at you.

“Although, I have to say. He only warms up really easily to my friends or to really pretty girls.” Taehyung says, making you laugh.

“Well, I guess I’m the exception then?” You reply, making Taehyung’s eyebrows raise as he smiles at you.

“I wasn’t saying that.” Taehyung says, and you chuckle in disbelief, your cheeks turning pink.

Was Kim Taehyung flirting with you?

“Okay wait, before we continue, did you just call your dog Duck?” Taehyung asks, and it’s your turn to chuckle and grin at him.

“I think that’s a story for another day.” You say, Taehyung laughing and nodding.

Out of the blue, Taehyung gets a call from his cell phone, smiling at you apologetically. You shake your head and motion for him to take it. He sends you a grateful smile before turning around and answering his call.

“Hello?” Taehyung says, Jimin sighing from the other line.

“Tae, where are you? Are you still going to the party?” Jimin asks, making Taehyung inhale sharply and look at his watch.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry I lost track of time. I was walking Yeontan and I got a bit sidetracked.” Taehyung says, making Jimin groan.

“So you still haven’t picked up any of the things for the party?” Jimin asks in disbelief, making Taehyung frown.

“I’m really sorry, man.” Taehyung says, Jimin sighing again.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of it. Just make sure to be there, please!” Jimin says, Taehyung assuring him before hanging up.

He turns back to you, disappointment evident in his eyes as he puts his phone back in his pocket.

“Sorry, that was my friend. I should probably get going soon.” Taehyung says, making you frown a bit as well in disappointment.

Taehyung sees this and thinks for a few seconds before he suddenly brightens up again.

“Hey, are you doing anything for the rest of today?” Taehyung asks, confusing you as you slowly shake your head.

“No, why do you ask?” You reply, and Taehyung quickly smiles at this.

“Do you wanna go with me to a party? My friend Jimin is hosting.” Taehyung asks, and your expression quickly drops into an unsure one.

“I don’t know Taehyung, I’m not the biggest fan of parties.” You say, and Taehyung suddenly pouts and looks at you with pleading eyes.

“Come on, (Y/N), please. We barely got to talk and I really want to get to know you more.” Taehyung says, making you huff.

"Besides, we can go and buy our dogs leashes on the way there! It’ll be like hitting two birds with one stone!” Taehyung adds.

You sigh and look at him for a few seconds before hesitantly nodding.

“Fine.” You mumble, and Taehyung perks up and laughs playfully dancing with Yeontan.

“(Y/N)’s going to the party!” Taehyung says in a sing-song voice, making you laugh and roll your eyes.

— j. jeongguk (the young bachelor)

Beep. Beep. Beep. Your alarm rings, making you groan as you slowly wake up to close it. You wince at the bright sun and immediately close the blinds, rubbing your eyes awake.

Beep. Beep. Beep. It continues ringing, causing you to sigh as you grab the clock to close it. As you look at the time; however, your eyes immediately widen. 

11:40 AM. It said. Which meant that you only had 20 minutes to run across campus and submit your painting before your teacher would mark it late.

“Shit.” You mumble, quickly standing up and tying your hair up with a clip. Then you quickly grab your phone and your canvas (which conveniently, happened to be more than half your height) before running out of your dorm room.

You quickly sprint across campus, mumbling excuse me to the people in front of you. About halfway there, you check your phone to see what time it is and your eyes widen.

11:43 AM. It said. You quickly sigh and run faster, almost bumping into some people on the way. Finally, you make it to the building and swiftly run to the elevator. 

Once again, you check your phone and you almost cry at what you see on the screen.

11:49 AM. It said, making you huff as you quickly wait for the elevator to come up to the ground floor from the basement. There was no way you could run up the stairs since your professor’s office just had to be located on the highest floor in the building.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, you finally hear the familiar ding. You quickly look up and get ready to enter, your face falling when you see that there’s only room for exactly 2 more people.

But as you take a step to go inside, you see in your peripheral behind you 2 people. You turn around and your eyes widen at the sight of a professor in a wheelchair with his TA standing behind him. He looks at you apologetically and you give him a polite smile in response as you bow.

“Ah, I apologize, sir. Please feel free to go first. I don’t think my canvas will fit inside anyways.” You say, the professor giving you a grateful smile as his TA wheels him in.

“Thank you so much. Students like you are truly such a blessing.” He says and you force out a smile and chuckle, thanking him for his compliment.

As soon as the door closes, your smile slowly fades and you huff in defeat before checking your phone one last time.

11:51. It says, and tears begin to pool at the bottom of your eyes. This is it, you think. This is how I fail my art class. 

You huff and look at the stairs, thinking that if you were already here, you might as well try your best to make it. As you take your first step; however, you almost bump into someone.

“(Y/N)?” Jungkook asks, looking at you confused as he sees the painting your holding.

Now, what were the odds that one of the top basketball players of Hanyang would happen to be right in front of you just as you needed to run up five flights of stairs as fast as you could? Little to none, you realized.

So you bite your lip and stare at him for a few moments, blinking before doing something you never thought you’d do.

“Jeon, I have a favor to ask.”

...

You wait patiently at the bottom floor, tapping your foot on the floor in anxiety as you wait for Jungkook to come back. You had a small pack of banana milk in one hand and his bag in the other. On your head was his baseball cap, something he hurriedly placed on you before sprinting up the stairs with your painting.

You huff and look at your phone, still tapping your foot on the stairs when you hear the elevator ding. You quickly rush in front of it and sigh in relief when you see Jungkook leaning on the handrail, grinning and holding his thumb up.

“You have no idea how big of a save that was just now.” You exclaim, Jungkook chuckling as he comes out of the elevator.

He grabs his bag from you and puts it on his shoulder before staring at the pack of banana milk in your hand.

“I don’t remember you having a whole pack of banana milk when I went up.” Jungkook says in amusement, making you grin as you hand it to him.

“It’s a thank you gift, for both running up that many stairs for me and also for saving my degree.” You reply, making Jungkook laugh and shake his head.

“As flattered as I am, you really didn’t have to, (Y/N). Coach has us run up these stairs at least 3 times a week for training. So, it wasn’t really that hard for me to do.” Jungkook says, making you shake your head as you hand it to him.

“I’ll still feel bad though. Can’t you just take it?” You say with a small frown, Jungkook sighing and getting the pack.

“Fine, but you have to take at least one. I’ll feel bad if I get the whole pack.” Jungkook negotiates and you nod in agreement.

He opens up the plastic and grabs one from the bag before poking a straw into it and handing it to you. He does the same thing with the other one before placing it into his bag.

“Thanks.” You mumble, taking a sip.

“Walk me to my next class? I’m pretty sure Namjoon wanted to give you something anyways. He’ll be in there.” Jungkook offers, making you nod in response.

Namjoon had been asking you to design the posters for the next student government event for awhile. He’s been meaning to send you the info and some pegs for the event but the 2 of you couldn’t find the time to meet. So, might as well take this opportunity, you thought to yourself.

As you and Jungkook walk together, you start engaging in conversation with one another, occasionally laughing at Jungkook’s witty jokes. You’re both so engrossed in your conversation that you don’t notice people were actually staring at the 2 of you, surprised that Jungkook was alone with a girl.

He had quite a reputation around your college, with most people knowing him as the young bachelor of his friend group. This was because unlike Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok, Jungkook wasn’t one to socialize despite his many talents. Many students knew about him because of his good looks and charm; but no one actually knew if he had gone on a date or had a girlfriend before.

Hence, most people were taken aback when they saw the 2 of you together, smiling and laughing as if you guys were really close. Most of them had never seen Jungkook alone with a girl, let alone looking as happy as he did.

“I still can’t believe art students don’t actually hire random students as nude models. That’s just not acceptable!” Jungkook exclaims, making you laugh out loud.

“It wouldn’t be that ethical to just pick a random, Jungkook. Besides, I don’t think it’s exactly allowed around here either.” (Y/N) responds, making Jungkook shake his head in disbelief and laugh.

Before they knew it, they were in front of Jungkook’s next class. Namjoon, who happened to be waiting outside, jogs towards you guys with a manila envelope.

“Took you guys long enough!” He says, making Jungkook rolls his eyes as he chuckles at his friend’s remark.

“Anyways, here you go, (Y/N). Feel free to just email me the drafts when you finish them.” Namjoon says, handing the envelope to you.

“Email? Hyung, you’re so old-fashioned.” Jungkook teases, making Namjoon scoff and hit his friend’s shoulder.

“At least I’m not late for my class. You should count yourself lucky that I told Mr. Jung to excuse you because you helped me get supplies for the event.” Namjoon says, the last part being said in a tone that was almost mocking, making Jungkook grin.

“You’re the best, hyung.” He says, making you chuckle and shake your head in amusement.

“Well, I guess I should go now.” You say, and Jungkook looks your way before giving you a grateful smile.

“Thanks for accompanying me. I had a fun time.” Jungkook says, making you smile.

“I think I should be the one thanking you.” You say with a laugh, making Jungkook smile.

You wave at him and turn around to leave, but he suddenly calls for you again.

“Wait—(Y/N)!” Jungkook exclaims, making you turn towards him expectantly.

“Yes?” You ask, making him smile at you as he grabs his water bottle and slightly wets his sleeve. He walks towards you and holds onto your left cheek before gently using his sleeve to wipe your right cheek.

“What are you doing?” You ask with a laugh, making him chuckle as he shows you his sleeve that now has a green stain.

“Wha—I had paint on my cheek the entire time and you didn’t tell me?” You say in disbelief, making Jungkook laugh.

He shrugs with a grin and puts his water bottle back in his backpack before walking backwards.

“You looked cute, okay?” Jungkook teases, making you flush as you turn around to leave, Jungkook laughing at your reaction.

“Oh, and one more thing!” Jungkook shouts, making you turn around again.

“What?” You say with a laugh, making Jungkook grin.

“Keep the hat. It looks better on you anyways.” He says, winking at you before jogging to his class.

You stare at him in disbelief, biting your lip and chuckling as your cheeks turn red at his words.

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[ficsforeren]

Tangled

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader feat. Annie Leonhart

Genre: College AU, Smut, Fluff, Humor

Word Count: 10K

Summary: Your relationship with Eren Jaeger has just begun and turns out he has more sides of him that he hasn’t shown to you yet. (It’s the continuation of You, Me and Your Stupid Man-Bun but can still be read separately if you want).

Warnings: explicit sex, smoking, swearing, use of marijuana

Poster Art by the talented @viii0_8 on Twitter (use with permission)

Several months have passed since you first dated Eren Jaeger and honestly? It's like you're living the dream. Now, it might sound like an overstatement, but the truth is, you've never been this happy being in a relationship before, especially when it's with someone as hot as him. 

There's no denying that the first reason why you became head over heels over him was that he was so physically attractive, it's insane. He has that look that's just pretty much everyone's type: a perfect mix of cute and handsome. His long dark hair that frames his cheekbones makes him look beautiful but the rest of his body just reeks of masculinity. His smile is both juvenile and seductive, somewhere between innocent and sinful. It's not too far of a stretch to say that you've never seen someone like him in real life before. Someone so aesthetically pleasing as if he just walks straight out of a photoshoot. Rumors are spreading around that he has been scouted by modeling agencies several times but he declined their offers because he simply felt like "posing in front of cameras is annoying."

Eren's laid-back personality makes him ten times more attractive than he already is (and you thought that wasn't possible, dear lord). Unlike those obnoxious guys who think they’re so hot, they can have anything or anyone in the world, Eren doesn’t take too much advantage of his looks or his popularity. He doesn’t care what other people think of him, doesn’t even try to mingle with the cool kids too. He's just doing his own thing, straying as far away from the radar as much as he can. 

He’s not too fond of being in the crowds, especially when he's surrounded by people he's not comfortable with. He's okay with frat parties, but only because it's a good place for him to get high. But if he has the option, he'd choose to just spend his time reclining on the backseat of his car with a cigarette resting between his fingers and you leaning your weight against his shoulder. He’s pretty talkative and passionate when it comes to the things he likes but when he’s with you, he prefers to listen attentively to your story, vocalizing a little "hmm" or "aah" as a form of response. It doesn't mean he's chill all the time, though.

He's one of the most popular guys on your campus, there's no doubt about it. While it adds more layers to your insecurity when people keep questioning behind your back why someone like Eren Jaeger would date someone like you, he’s always ready to bare his teeth to defend you. One bad word about you and he will lash out, retaliating with some pretty nasty lines if he wants to. It's somewhat funny because whenever he hears someone talk rudely about him, he just waves them off with a “Yeah, so? Not my problem you got a stick up your ass.” But when it comes to you, he’s like a wolf trying to maintain his territory. He has quite a temper too, you've learned along the way, though he doesn't show it unless it's necessary.

Like, two weeks ago, for example. There was this girl who got pretty handsy with him at a party. You were sitting right next to him on a couch but somehow, to her, you were invisible. 

"Remember that night at Galliard's party?" she asked, sitting so annoyingly close to him, she was practically sitting on his lap. Her red, skimpy dress was riding up her thighs but Eren didn't even pay a glance. He lit up his third rolled joint that night, taking a long inhale with half-lidded eyes. "That was fun, right, Eren? Too bad we got interrupted."

It made you feel nauseous to know that they had shared a night before, but then again, you should've seen it coming. There was no way someone as good-looking and popular as Eren Jaeger would bury his nose in his books as you did during weekends. He must have been going around too. It made you feel even more insecure to know that he had this much experience when it came to dating or having casual sex while you only ever had one boyfriend before him—and he was nowhere near his level too.

"Fuck off, Dreyse," Eren muttered, making your eyes widen in surprise because he was never this rude toward promiscuous girls before, no matter how inappropriate they behaved around him. Maybe it was because you were there?

The girl, who went by the name Hitch Dreyse, was stunned at first before she laughed it off, sounding so high-pitched, you nearly winced from it. She rested her elbow on his shoulder, twisting her manicured fingers around the stray strands on his nape. "What's with the attitude? I thought you enjoyed—"

He caught her by her wrist, bringing her movements to a halt. "I said, fuck off." 

You weren't sure whether it was his tone or the way he clutched hard around her that made her flinch but she abruptly retracted her hand, tearing herself away from him with fear fleeting through her eyes. You stood there frozen on your seat, averting your gaze away from the scene but Hitch caught your reaction just in time. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," she mockingly laughed, though you could sense a slight quiver in her voice. "I didn't know your girlfriend was here. Not sure what you see in her but she must be a pretty good slut if she has you wrapped around—"

"Say one more word about her," Eren growled through clenched jaws, "And I swear, I'll make you regret it."

She shortly turned pale, swallowing thickly under the pressure of Eren's gaze. Muttering something under her breath, she stomped her heels as she walked away, disappearing behind a group of intoxicated people who were dancing to the upbeat music. You weren’t able to witness the look in his eyes when he threatened her so you weren't aware just how angry he was. By the time his gaze landed on yours again, he was back to his normal self. 

"Sorry you had to see that," he uttered, sighing as he took a sip of his beer. His eyes were so green that they nearly shone like flickering lights even under the dimness of the room.

"One of your exes?"

"No. Just some girl I met at a party."

You fell quiet, something swirled queasily inside your chest. Eren, who was surprisingly perceptive to your feelings, noticed your discomfort. 

"I didn't sleep with her if that's what you're thinking," he assured you, "I fool around but I don't do one night stands.""

O-oh..." Not sure why, but it made you feel relieved, even if it was only slightly. "Why not?"

"Because," he paused to take a drag of the joint he was holding between his fingers. “Despite what other people think of me, I'm not the kind of guy who wants to get his dick wet all the time."

You couldn't help but laugh a little at that. "Good to know."

"Don't get me wrong, I love sex." The way he drawled out the last three words made you blush as if he was implying that he loved it because of you. The timid smirk that broke upon his lips didn’t help either. "But I enjoy it more when there are feelings involved."

"R-right..." Your heart pounded harder inside your chest, sending blood to your head that you could barely register anything else that he said. It felt like a love confession to you and you knew, you shouldn't have thought about it like that but you just couldn't help it. 

Eren, observing the way your cheek reddened at his words, leaned in to whisper in your ear. "You're not thinking about having sex with me right now, are you, baby?"

"What—" You almost choked. "No, of course not." One of these days, you seriously gotta learn how to lie better, you did a quick mental note.

"Too bad," he leaned back on the couch, his joint stuck between his teeth as he smirked. "'Cause I'm thinking about it now. Wonder how pretty you’d look like being pushed up against the bathroom sink with me between your legs.”

You felt like you were seconds away from exploding. You hurriedly finished the drink you were holding, hating the bitter taste of the beer on your tongue but tried not to react to it. “Don’t say things like that. We’re in public.”

“I could whisper the rest in your ear if you want.”

“Shut up.”

Chuckling, he rested a hand on your thigh, the scent of marijuana filling the air. "Want some?" he offered you and you shook your head no. 

You never tried smoking weed before and you weren't sure you were brave enough to do it now. What if you got high and did something... stupid? Stupider than how you'd been behaving all night, anyway. 

“You sure?" One corner of his mouth curved upwards. "I could give you a hit."

"What?"

"Come here." He gestured you to come closer with a nod of his head, and out of curiosity, you followed. 

The scent of cannabis stood more distinctly when his face was hovering just a few inches away from yours. He brought the roll up to his lips, taking a long huff before he drew it away. 

"Open your mouth," he said, taking you by the chin and you complied by parting your lips slightly. He slowly blew the remaining smoke into your mouth which you inhaled with a frown. The sensation felt so foreign that you weren't sure how to react. 

You coughed slightly, pulling away from him.

"How was it?" he asked as he took another hit. 

"Umm..." It felt like a combination of burnt weed, smoke, and paper, which was, of course, rather obvious. But there was also something sweet and earthy about it. Unsure how to describe the taste that sat thickly on your tongue, you responded with the most innocent answer. "Tasted pretty bad."

Eren laughed and you wished you could replay it one more time. "It gets better the more you try." He inhaled, a cloud of smoke slipping past his lips. "Here." 

He leaned in close again, holding you by the cheek, and you could find no will within you to resist. When he exhaled, you sucked in the smoke without flinching this time. The taste grew more familiar, and you could probably notice a hint of lemongrass in it if you weren't too busy feeling the movement of his lips against yours. Eren had his eyes closed shut as he took your bottom lip between his teeth, gently sucking on it before he parted his lips wider to taste the inside of your mouth. Breathing heavily through your nose, you fisted the fabric of his shirt, tugging him closer at the same time he angled his head to deepen the kiss.

The music that was blasting in the background was reduced to a whisper in your ears. Your mind was clouded with the thoughts of him. When your nervousness had faded away, allowing you to focus more on his kiss, you could taste a hint of lemongrass on his tongue and you thought, oh, I was right. 

When he broke away, his eyes were hooded as they stared at your mouth, his thumb tracing the shape of it. "How was it?"

"Tasted pretty good," you answered him and you both knew that you weren't talking about the weed.

He impishly grinned. "Told ya.” 

He took one last long huff that ultimately finished it off, crushing it on the ashtray. He scooted closer, one hand wrapped around your waist, his lips grazing your earlobe as he spoke, “Wanna get out of here?”

With your heart rate soaring at the dirty thoughts that entered your mind, you nodded.

***

Your relationship with Eren has been going pretty strong and now that you've broken past the string of awkward first times, you've grown more relaxed around him. Though his little naughty grins still make your heart race, you're no longer reduced to a blushing mess, which you'd like to regard as a huge development on your side.

As you're now in your Honeymoon Phase where it’s all just sex and raw passion, you literally can't keep your hands off him, and neither can he. It doesn't feel like it’s just a phase either, because the more often you spend time being physically connected with him, the more you crave for his touch.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he practically growled against the side of your neck with his knee lodged between your legs, hovering dangerously close to where you were aching for him the most. 

This happened around a month ago after nearly two weeks of separation. Due to some urgent family matters that he had to take care of, Eren took a few days off-campus and went out of town to visit his parents. From what he’d told you over the phone, he was going to be back in town in another two days so when he showed up at your dorm, lips parted to desperately put back oxygen to his lungs as if he just ran all the way there, you were stunned. 

A gasp of surprise quickly turned into a muffled moan against his mouth when he suddenly grabbed you by the face, pushed you back into your room, and kicked the door close. Slamming your body against it, he kissed you senselessly as if he had been waiting for years to kiss you and his final string of patience finally snapped. 

“Eren—” 

The little grunt that broke free from the back of his throat made you weak. Fortunately for you, your boyfriend was ready to catch you before your knees buckled. “Two weeks,” he breathed out, mapping his way down to your neck. His hand slid along your thigh as your legs wrapped around his waist, his hips pressing firmly into yours to pin you to the door. “I was only gone for two weeks and I already missed you like crazy.”

You were the same though you couldn’t be as honest as he was when it came to showing your feelings. His parents lived in a rural area that strayed too far from the nearest town, so getting a stable internet connection was out of option. The two of you could only exchange text messages and phone calls and none of them ever lasted long enough to fulfill how badly you craved for his touch. 

Your fingers were tangled in his messy bun, tugging on his roots whenever he brought your lip between his teeth, swiping his tongue inside to reclaim your taste. “I’ve missed you too—” Your breathy confession ended up in a small yelp when he lifted you and carried you toward the bed. Tangling your legs around his waist to maintain your balance, you couldn’t find the strength to break away from his kisses. 

He was consuming—dominating—as he always was. He tasted like the peppermint candy he always carried around, knowing how much you hated the taste of tobacco on his tongue. You removed his hair tie, his brunette locks cascading to his shoulders, framing his prominent cheekbones. He trailed kisses down your jaw, moving to your ear. 

“You smell fucking amazing,” he roughly whispered, and it made you blush because you weren’t wearing anything on your body. You brought his mouth to yours again, taking the opportunity to card your fingers through his hair, loving the way his strands felt silky smooth against your palm.

“Annie’s not here,” you told him when he laid you down onto the sheets none too gently, making you bounce once on the bed. His key-shaped pendant was dangling above your collarbones, dragging against your clavicles as he laced his fingers with yours, bringing your hand over your head, mouths never disconnecting. The second you rubbed your knee against his hardness through the rough fabric of his black ripped jeans, his lips slid off yours, dragging saliva across your cheek. 

“She’s staying at Armin’s place for the night, so we can—”

Eren was already yanking his shirt over his head, the muscles in his upper arms and abdomens contracting at the movement. “Wouldn’t care if she was here anyway.” His eyes looked glazed, and yours probably were too. “I haven’t fucked you in two weeks. I need you now.” 

He laid his palms on your knees, smirking in satisfaction at the way you were already spreading your legs for him to settle in between.Your stomach somersaulted, heart rising to your throat. It felt like you were already stripped down to nothing even when you were still covered in your denim shorts and the gray hoodie he lent you a few months earlier. 

You twirled your fingers around his necklace, tugging him down. “Then come here.” You could feel his devilish grin forming, would love to see it if he wasn’t already crawling down your body. 

He bent down to tug on your shorts and you shimmied your way out, only regretting afterward when you remembered the kind of underwear you were wearing that day.

“Shit, no—wait,” you tried to stop him by reaching out a hand but Eren caught it in time, pinning it down to the bed.

“Not waiting,” he demanded and you gulped at the tone. He wasn’t being forceful, but the desire written in his voice was just as vivid as the one showing in his eyes. 

Pushing the hem of your hoodie up to your stomach, he brought his head between your legs. His mouth was sucking bruises on the inner part of your thigh as he hooked his fingers around the side of your lingerie. 

“Polka dot panties?” He snickered, voice reverberating deep until it reached your ears and painted them scarlet. “You’re cute.”

“Shut up,” you promptly responded, looking away with burning cheeks though that only caused you to grow even more conscious of the way his hot breath was fanning your skin, hovering dangerously close to your heat. “I didn’t know you were going to visit today.”

“Yeah, I couldn’t wait a day longer.” He pushed your panties down your legs and you helped him by kicking it off. Pressing his large hands on your thighs to pin them down to the bed, he ran his tongue across his lower lip, desirous eyes fixated at your arousal. “Fuck, baby, I gotta have you now.”

Eren didn’t start slow and he was nowhere near gentle. There was no little kiss, no tentative licks, he just straight up latched his mouth against your cunt, spreading your legs apart until you were bare and exposed so his tongue could reach deep inside you. 

“Shit!” Your hand immediately went back to his head, curling your fingers around his locks, but to beg him to slow down or push him closer to you, you weren’t sure. When was the last time he performed oral on you? You couldn’t remember. He didn’t do it often since he always wanted you to beg for it first which you never did, no matter how badly you wanted to grind yourself against his face. “Slow down, you’re—“ 

Eren had always been good with his hands but that was nothing compared to what his mouth and tongue could do. You cried out, bucking against him as his tongue flicked over you. “Oh, God—” His slick muscle pressed flat against your folds, drawing designs across your sensitive skin. He went up and down, up and down, again and again, and again—only momentarily stopping to pay attention to your clit, sucking until your thighs began to tremble. “Eren, Eren, wait—” Your breathing hitched as it got shallower and rapid. 

He was so good at this that you could barely form any other reaction other than thrashing your head against your sheets with broken moans escaping your lips. His hooded eyes were placed on your face, glimmering with lust as he committed every bit of your expression into memory. 

“God, you’re beautiful,” he praised, moaning at the way you chanted his name, begging for his mercy. With a sharp intake of breath, he savored your taste and you felt the vibration of his muffled groan directly against your skin. “You’re gonna come for me, baby?“

“Yes, yes.” You weren’t making any sense, pushing back his hair so you could see his stunning green eyes growing half-lidded as they peered into yours. “Please, Eren, just—”

Your door was opened with a click and both of you froze, eyes staring wide at each other before—

“OH MY GOD!“ Annie’s hand shot straight up to her face, covering her eyes while wishing she could just stay blind for the rest of the day. And deaf too, probably. A paper bag filled with snacks and beverages fell from her arms, making dull thud sounds as they met the carpeted floor. “What the hell are you two doing?!”

“Fuck—“ You scurried off the bed in sheer panic, nearly kicking Eren on the face as you did it. Fixing your hoodie and stretching it down to your knees with shaky fingers, you shrieked back with, “Why are you here?! Didn’t you say you were going to spend the night at Armin’s?!”

“Yeah, I was!“ She peeked through her fingers and when she no longer could see your private parts, Annie straightened her posture and scowled at you with the most menacing glare you had ever received from her, which said something considering she glared at people a lot. “But we had an argument so I left.”

“Oh no, what happened?” Your heart was still racing thousands of miles per hour but you tried to sound as genuinely concerned as possible. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine. He’s just being stupid—I don’t feel like talking about it,” she sighed, gathering back her items with your help. “It’s just, I—Jesus Christ.” Annie cut her own words abruptly when her eyes drifted to where your boyfriend was sitting angrily on the edge of your bed, bushy eyebrows adjoined in the middle in a scowl that almost matched Annie’s intensity. “I can literally see your dick poking through your jeans, Jaeger, turn around. No, better yet, leave.”

“Oh, my deepest apologies, your grace,” the boy responded sweetly but the sarcasm was vividly written in his tone. “I can’t help it. You see, I was in the middle of giving her head when you suddenly barged in here, uninvited.”

You buried your face in your hands, wishing the earth could just swallow you whole when Annie stepped forward, muttering through gritted teeth. “This is my room.”

“It’s her room too. Also, learn to knock next time, yeah?”

“How about you learn how to lock the door?”

“You have a key, genius.” Eren had the audacity to roll his eyes even when fury was radiating off her body. “Wouldn’t have made any difference. Knocking, though, would’ve—”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you.” And she actually was about to lunge herself toward him if you didn’t stop her by landing your hands on her shoulders.

“I’m sorry—we’re sorry,” you emphasized your words with a smile that came out too awkward to be called as one. “But Eren just got here and we haven’t seen each other in a while. Do you think you could let him crash the night here?”

She shot him another glare. “No fucking way.” Eren childishly responded by imitating her words with an exaggerated gesture.

“Please?” You asked again, squeezing her arms. “It’s already late too. I feel bad sending him home.”

“It’s literally nine pm.”

“But what if it rains?” Eren chimed in, standing to pull up his jeans but not putting the slightest effort to button it up. “I’m sensitive to the cold.” He jutted out his bottom lip, forming the most annoying pout Annie had ever seen on a man’s face.

“Yeah well, I’m sensitive to assholes like you, so why don’t we—”

“Annie.” If there was one thing you could do, it was to get the cold-hearted Annie Leonhart to listen to you. “We won’t do anything, I promise. We’re just gonna talk and catch up.”

Annie was mean to everyone else, true, but you knew she always had the soft spot for you though you were still uncertain for what reason. “I don’t know about this—”

“You have my word.” You gave her a firm nod. “I promise.”

“No, I can trust you.” Her gaze softened when you both exchanged stares. “It’s that jackass over there who I don’t trust.”

Eren, going back to sit bare-chested with his legs spread wide apart, smiled innocently at her. “I’ll grow on you, Leonhart.”

“Go take a cold shower, Jaeger. You’re disgusting.”

To your surprise, Annie, despite not being on good terms with your boyfriend, was kind enough to share one of her canned beers with him—though by sharing, you meant throwing it directly to his face. After half an hour had passed by, the three of you sat down on the carpeted floor, with you settling yourself in the middle. 

Three pairs of eyes were glued to the small screen as the latest episode of Breaking Bad was playing—hers were bored, his were distracted, and yours were filled with anxiety because underneath the blanket that you shared with him, Eren’s hand was slipping underneath your hoodie, palm pressing against your breast, his thumb and index finger playing with your—

“I’m gonna go make some coffee,” you immediately stood up, ignoring the way he was snickering at your reaction. “Want some?”

“No, thanks, I’m gonna go hit the bed,” Annie replied with a sigh, bored and exhausted out of her mind. 

“Aaw, Leonhart,” Eren cooed, tilting his head backward as she stood back on her feet. “Getting your beauty sleep so soon? We haven’t become best friends yet. But then again, I guess you need it badly, huh?”

You hadn’t even left the spot and these two were already at each other’s throat again. You were about to apologize to her for only God knows how many times that night when the blond-haired girl simply looked him in the eyes. 

“Jaeger.”

“Yes, darling?”

“Your ass must be pretty jealous of all the shit that comes out of your mouth.”

When she left, sluggishly walking toward her bed that was located on the other side of the room, both of your jaws were hanging low on your faces. You recovered faster than he was, biting your lip so you wouldn’t break into laughter.

“Did she really just say that to me?”

“Yeah. I think she did.”

“Huh…” His tongue was poking against the inside of his cheek, baffled. “Can't say I'm not hurt.”

“You kinda deserve it.” You ruffled his hair, tugging him up so he’d go back to his feet. “Let’s sleep.”

He raised an eyebrow seductively. “Together?”

“Together but not with each other. Know the difference?”

“Know? Sure. Care? Not so much.”

You ignored him as best as you could but the naughty twinkle in his eyes still managed to send your mind reeling.

When you settled down on your bed, warm underneath the covers, Eren joined you almost immediately in nothing but his jeans. “You can’t, at least, wear your shirt?”

“I always sleep with no shirt on,” he simply replied, laying down beside you with one arm naturally wound around your waist, his bare chest pressing against the fabric of your hoodie as he embraced you from behind. As if that wasn’t distracting enough, you could taste a hint of his scent—his wonderful bergamot perfume—swirling in the little space between you.

“Good—” you cleared your throat as it sounded too squeaky. “Good night, Eren.”

“Night, baby.”

The tranquility of the still, quiet late-night hours allowed his steady breathing to permeate the silence, making it impossible for you to focus on anything else but him. Somehow, with him being so still behind you, you felt… disappointed. Yes, you had promised Annie that you’d behave but you didn’t think Eren would be obedient enough to actually follow through with that. You missed him. You kind of wanted him to touch you. Just a little bit wouldn’t be so wrong, would it?

The sound of his deep chuckle resonated in your ear. “W-what?” You questioned, heart thumping loudly as you thought, was I talking out loud?

“You’re practically rubbing your ass against me, Sweetheart,” Eren tittered, bringing you closer to his chest, his hand easily sneaking inside your hoodie once more. “Kinda naughty, aren’t you?”

Swallowing thickly, you wiggled yourself away, trying to break free from his hold but you both knew you didn’t put much effort into it. “Eren...”

His lips were brushing against your ear, one hand cupping your breast and another one sliding down your navel, unbuttoning your shorts before he lazily stroked you above your lingerie. “She won’t wake up.”

“Eren—”

“Babe, honestly,” he turned you around to face him, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. “When you keep calling my name like that, I want to do worse things to you.” 

Tempting. He was so tempting. “But… We can’t—” The kiss he planted on your lips was idle and slow at first, but even then it was already more than enough to make your conviction waver. When the tip of his tongue glided across your lower lip, you breathed heavily through your nose, hauling him closer by his necklace. 

Rubbing comforting circles on your cheekbone with his thumb, Eren murmured against your lips. “Can you be quiet for me?”

Your tongue laid heavy in your mouth. Not sure what exactly he was offering, you nodded your head.

“Good,” he smirked, wetting his lip. “‘Cause I haven’t tasted you enough before.”

“What—wait—“ But your boyfriend was already back in his previous position, head between your legs, hasty hands pulling down your shorts and underwear at the same time. 

You pulled the blanket over his head, all the way up to your chest, praying to God that you weren’t making much sound. Your eyes instantly darted to where Annie was sleeping on her bed, her AirPods strapped to her ears, her breathing soft and even. Heart palpitating, you took a peek underneath the cover, only to be met with a devilish little grin from below. Eren’s mouth puckered to form a shush. He’s going to be the death of me, isn’t he? It wasn’t like there was a way to stop him when he had set his mind to it, knowing how stubborn he was.

Couldn’t handle the intensity of his gaze, you leaned back against your pillow, nibbling on your lip as you saw his head moving underneath the blanket. You could feel him, could feel his lips drawing near, could feel his kisses inching closer and closer from your thighs to your heat. 

It felt like time was moving too fast and slow at once and you were conflicted between urging him to hurry up or to take his sweet time savoring every little bit of you. As if you were blindfolded, the sensation became too much from not being able to see him. You could imagine his hooded eyes staring back at you, could feel his smirk growing when your legs threatened to close around his head. His mouth was hot, his tongue coaxing and exploring. Before long, he brought his fingers into the game, easing one inside you after he hollowed his cheeks around it, making sure it was coated with his saliva so he wouldn’t hurt you.

You had the back of your hand pressing hard against your mouth to contain your whimper. One of his hands slid up your stomach, squeezing your breast as he picked up the pace. He added another finger, scissoring them deep within you and they weren’t enough. You needed him more than that. But your body betrayed your thoughts. 

You felt your orgasm nearing. You tangled your fingers against the sheets, back arching up as Eren pulled you closer by sinking his nails to your thighs. His name spilled out of your mouth in rushed gasps when he licked every bit that seeped out of you, not letting you escape until he could remember the way you tasted on his tongue.

The little kitten licks he gave as you rode out your orgasm made you squirm, face blazing hot from all the blood that rushed to your head. “Eren…” You were dizzy, thoughts swirling so incoherently that you could only stare at him with a pair of hazy eyes when he crawled out from underneath the blanket.

“Thanks for the meal,” he said, licking his lip with a smirk so filthy, you felt like dousing him with holy water. You wanted to retaliate with a witty comeback, or at least a little kick on the stomach to wipe that damn smirk off his face, but honestly? It already took most of your strength just to keep your eyes open. 

You were so spent now that you’d stopped shaking from your orgasm. “What about you?”

He leaned in to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his nose brushing against your sensitive skin. “What about me?”

“You’re still hard.” 

It was quite obvious as he wanted you to notice, pressing his hips against yours, slowly rocking them together. “I’m glad you’re aware,” he replied, chuckling lightly as he kissed the spot below your ear.

“Shouldn’t…” You quivered. “Shouldn’t we do something about it?”

“If you want to.” Shifting his weight, he settled down on the bed, lying on his side as he spun you around to face the other side. Your gaze landed on Annie’s bed again, gulping at the sound of Eren taking his zipper down. “W-what are you doing?”

“You can use your mouth.” His lips were grazing against your earlobe as he murmured the words. Slipping a hand between your thighs and hoisting one of your legs in the air, he pressed his hardness against your folds, rubbing his tip from behind. “But I prefer this way more.”

You pulled the blanket back to cover your lower half, the warmth of his chest radiating to your spine. “But Annie—”

“Annie,” he breathed heavily, “Can go fuck herself.” 

He glided his member against your slit and you cursed under your breath, knowing how badly you were losing in this game.

How could you say no in this situation? No, you could—Eren would always put your consent above everything else—but you didn’t want to. Not when you were just aching for him to be inside you just as much.

“Baby, please?” It almost sounded like a purr and it lit your stomach on fire. “I won’t come inside, I promise.”

“That’s not the problem, idiot.” A moan threatened to escape when Eren pushed his tip inside—just the tip and you found yourself eagerly pressing back against him. “You promised her you wouldn’t touch me earlier too.”

“Yeah,” he swallowed thickly, pushing his cock a little bit deeper before he took it all out at once, “But we aren't that close to begin with so I’m not planning to keep it.” 

“Well, I am.” You couldn’t even convince yourself at that point. Eren was placing wet, open-mouthed kisses on your nape when he swayed his hips against yours again. You could feel his heavy arousal sliding against your wetness.

“Then put up a better fight,” he warned you. “‘Cause I don’t think I can hold back much longer. Seeing you wearing my clothes and nothing else like this—You’re driving me insane.” He spat on his palm, lathering his length with as much saliva as he could to ease the friction. “I’m putting it in.”

“Wait—” You grabbed his arm, eyes closing shut in reflex at the feeling of him sliding in, all the way down to the base. “Eren, wait a sec—ah—” 

“Ssshhh…” Amusement was thick in his voice, his tiny laughter sounding a little more airy than usual. “Baby, you’re gonna get us caught.” He was fully sheathed inside, hot and throbbing and so hard, you thought it must have been painful for him to wait this long. He didn’t wait for you to adjust, already thrusting his hips forward. “Not that I would mind.” His moans sent shivers down to your toes. “I won’t be able to pay attention to anything else anyway. Not when you’re making me feel this good.”

He was stretching you, filling you, and it scared you because it felt so perfect, you never wanted him to stop. “I didn’t say you could fuck me.”

“Yeah?” The hand he settled under your thigh slid down to rest two fingers on your clit, rubbing against it slowly, matching the pace of his thrust. “Want me to stop?”

Fuck, no. “Just hurry up.”

“No.”

“What?”

“I want to enjoy this.” His thrust turned deep, slightly more forceful to the point you had to tilt your head to the side and bury your face in your pillow. He brought you closer to him, embracing you from behind and moments like this made you realize just how big his body was compared to yours. 

“This is nice,” he commented, burying his nose in your strands. “Cuddling as we have sex. We should do this more often.”

True, the current position you were in provided more intimacy than usual and you would be grateful for it, truly, if you weren’t too jittery over the fact that your roommate could wake up any second. 

“Touch yourself,” Eren whispered, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins.

“What?”

“Come on, baby,” he replaced his hand with yours, guiding your fingers to caress your sensitive nub. “I want to see how you touch yourself when I’m not around.”

“I’ve never touched—” The way he suddenly pounded harder into you stole a moan out of your mouth and he slapped a hand over your lips to contain the rest.

“You’ve never done it?” He swayed his hips excruciatingly slowly, as if you were two drunken strangers dancing a little too close in a nightclub. “Even when we were apart for two weeks?”

“N-no,” you breathed out heavily as soon as he released his hand. He rested his fingers against your throat, feeling the beating veins underneath your skin. “Have you?”

Eren didn’t answer right away, focusing back to where his palm was covering the back of your hand, guiding two of your fingers to rub against your clit. You shuddered at the sensation, leaning further against his chest. “I have,” he confessed, breathing just as heavily as he listened to the little whimpers you made over the touch of your own fingertips. “That night when you called me and you told me you missed me,” his breath felt hot on your nape, “I thought about holding you like this. Thought about how pretty you’d sound moaning my name. Thought about you touching yourself at the thoughts of me,” he grabbed your hips a little harder so he could slide his cock deeper inside. “Thought about fucking you, baby—ah, yeah, just like this.”

Little by little, you were going insane. You could tell how much he wanted you from the way he spoke. It felt so good to be adored, to be pleasured, to be wanted like he never wanted anyone else in the world.

He noticed the way you chewed on your lip, trying to keep yourself mute. Eren groaned at the sight, wet lips and tongue painting your nape. “Fuck, seeing you like this turns me on even more.”

You clenched around him, causing you both to moan. “W-what are you, a pervert?”

“Yeah, probably.” His teeth grazed against your shoulder, sucking and nipping on the skin. “So cute. The way you’re trying so hard not to get caught, biting your lip like that.” Without warning, he thrust harder, knocking the breath out of your lungs. “And you’re still letting out a moan no matter how hard you try. You’re so fucking cute.” 

“Stop talking—” You just had to, knowing how irresistible his gruff voice and sinful moans were to your ears. His voice did wonder to your head as it sounded deeper and hoarser than usual, with breathy moans that caused the tiny hairs in your neck to rise in response.

He felt you squeezing harder around him. “You’re gonna come?”

Yeah, most likely, if you keep fucking me like this. “No, idiot, I can’t even focus—”

“Feels to me like you’re about to.” He simpered between heavy breaths. “It’s okay, baby, I’m close too.”

“You can come inside.” You could feel the knots inside your stomach tightened when he began to pick up speed, becoming slightly erratic. “I—I’ve been taking pills and—fuck—I don’t wanna make a mess—“

He flipped you to your stomach, pushing your face against the pillow with his hand holding you down by the nape. “Then, I won’t hold back,” he said, and he really lived up to his words. 

His jeans were pooling around his thighs, the blanket you used to cover your bodies was sliding down his back as he pounded vigorously into you from behind. “Shit,” he grunted, throwing his head back in pleasure, reeling in the sensation of you squeezing tightly around him. “I can’t believe I spent two weeks on a remote island when I could’ve been fucking you like this every day.” 

His hold around your hips was tight enough to leave bruises by the morning and you could only take short gasps as he slammed into you again and again, harder and harder each time. “I’m close,” he hissed, hips moving out of rhythm. “So fucking close.”

“Me too,” you choked out, fisting the edge of your pillow. “Eren, I—” Something—he just grazed something inside that made your thighs tremble, toes curling. “Oh, God—”

“Hitting the right spot?” He teased, a mischievous grin decorating his face. “So cute.”

“Shut up.” 

“Why can’t you just be honest for once?” He leaned forward, fingers slipping between your strands, tugging gently at the roots to lift your head back. “You gotta tell me when I make you feel good or,” he emphasized his next words with a slam of his hips, causing you to choke out a sob. “extremely good,” the little laugh he made was both sexy and irritating. “Do that and I’ll take good care of you. After all, I’m here for your pleasure, Sweetheart.”

“Fuck me harder, just hurry up and fuck me—” It was embarrassing how desperate you became but Annie was sleeping just a few meters away from you and you were so close to losing your mind because he kept being such a fucking tease in bed. “Eren, just finish it already—” You spread your legs wider, raising your lower half in the air for him and he kneaded your cheeks with his hands. 

“Impatient, are we?” He slid himself out completely just to plunge back in, the sound of skin meeting skin, and his growl-like moans bounced off the walls and you were both being loud, you knew you were, but you couldn’t care. Not right now. The tide of feeling that was building inside you felt as familiar as it was foreign and one more, if he can just hit that spot one more time—

“Come for me, baby,” he ordered you and you were more than eager to comply. “I want to see you come—” His movements stopped abruptly and you whined from the sudden loss of friction. With a frown breaking on your face, you lifted your head to see what was going on only to find Annie standing next to your bed with bloodshot eyes and a fist forming on her side.

“Oh my God!” You quickly broke free from his hold, pushing your hoodie down to your knees. Eren, on the other hand, simply threw her a grin with both arms raised in the air.

“Leonhart,” he cautiously said, “Easy on the face now. I got a presentation tomo—”

Nope. That didn’t stop her from landing a mean blow on his jaw and as he groaned, eyes shutting in pain, she made her way back to her bed without uttering a single word, completely ignoring how you were staring at her with eyes growing wide and both hands covering your mouth to muffle your gasp.

“Are you okay?” You asked the boy who was sitting on his heels, rubbing the pain off his jaw. “Told you this was a bad idea.”

“Nah, it’s worth it.” He attempted to grin but it came out more like a wince. “Continue the rest in the bathroom?”

“STOP FUCKING, JESUS CHRIST!”

You grimaced. “Probably shouldn’t.”

“Yeah, probably shouldn’t.”

***

But of course, relationships can’t always be smooth-sailing. While he’s been certainly fun and charming for the most times you’ve been together, not to mention adventurous when it comes to sex, things can sometimes get a little tense. Eren can be pretty childish and selfish sometimes that you often start to bicker with him over the simplest of things.

“Look, what else do you want me to do?” His deep voice reverberated through the air, sighing impatiently as if it was your fault that the two of you ended up glaring at each other in the coffee shop—the same one where you used to spend hours passionately talking about indie music and science fiction movies. “I said I’m sorry for being late—”

“An hour late.”

“Yeah, okay, an hour late.” He rolled his eyes, still looking annoyingly handsome even when he had a prominent frown breaking on his temple. “I’m sorry.” The more he said it, the more it sounded less genuine to your ears. “Can you stop giving me the cold shoulders now?”

Despite it being a date, with you already dressed up in your favorite blouse that accentuated your eyes, Eren was dressed sloppily in a pair of sweatpants, dirty sneakers, and a gray hoodie, while sporting his man-bun more messily than usual as if he just got out of bed. He probably was, that bastard.

“I don't know what you're talking about, Jaeger. This is how I normally behave around you.” Emptying the rest of your coffee, you tried not to glare when he threw his head back in response, groaning loudly into the air. 

Eren’s iced americano was still pretty much full considering he just got there and you had ordered the drink for him an hour before, thinking that he was going to be on time for your date. But no, apparently, he was so into this new online horror game his friend Armin had told him about a week ago that he began to lose track of time. It seemed to you that was all he’d been doing for the last few days, and you were fine with giving him some personal space but not if he was wasting your precious time instead. Not everybody is as smart as him when it comes to keeping good grades. Maybe he doesn’t have to study much, but you do.

“Look, I’m not angry,” you stated, and if it sounded like a lie? Good.

“Yeah,” he snorted loudly, “Says the girl who keeps flaring her nose at me.” He pointed out and you sighed because I had to spend an hour by myself doing nothing because you asked me to go out when I’m supposed to be working on my papers that are due tomorrow but you kept yourself in silence. 

You had to be the adult in the relationship because apparently, you were dating a 183cm tall brat. “You know you could’ve texted me, right?”

“My phone’s dead.”

“It’s working now.”

“Well, I just charged it in my car.”

“Didn’t bother to text me then?”

“Didn’t think I had to. It’s only a fifteen minutes drive here from my place anyway.”

That’s fifteen minutes more of my time you wasted, you idiot. You could feel your fury growing larger inside your chest. “You’re right. It’s fine. Whatever.” You placed back your phone—which had been your only companion for the last hour—into your purse and wore back your coat. “I have to go.”

His eyebrows—his thick, beautiful eyebrows that you love so much (though not that day) were knitted in both desperation and annoyance from how you acted. “Babe,” he called, grabbing your hand as you stood up from your seat. “Do we really have to fight over this?”

“We don’t.” You smiled at him, making sure that it did not reach your eyes. “I gotta take off. Text me later?” You exaggerated a gasp, “Oh, but only if you think you have to.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” His irritation was clearly shown on his face. “Look, if I could go back to the past and change things, I would, but I can’t and with you being unreasonably angry like this isn’t gonna—”

“Unreasonably?”

Eren’s jaw hung slackly on his face when he noticed the anger radiating off your body. You were angry before but not this angry. “That came out wrong.”

You clicked your tongue in vexation, yanking your hand out of his grip, and made your leave.

“Babe!” Eren stood up from his seat, hands pressed flat on the table. “Baby, come on!” But you already had one foot out of the door.

On the next day, he came by to your dorm at four in the morning, making your roommate, Annie Leonhart, groan with a hellish fire burning in her eyes. “If that’s your boyfriend, I am going to kill him.”

“Don’t bother, I will,” you muttered in response before you stepped down from your bed, turned on the lighting (which earned another loud groan from her), and reached for the door. 

Eren stood there with his hair looking like a bird’s nest, his long strands tied together in a messy bun. His cheeks were reddened from the morning cold, eyes bleary from lacking sleep.

“What time do you think it is?” you asked him, exhaustion stood vividly in your voice.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole,” he softly said in all of the sincerity he could emit. Noticing your roommate’s groan as she pulled the blanket over her head, Eren chirped back, “Morning, Leonhart.”

“Fuck you, Jaeger.”

“Yeah, I’d fuck me too,” he snickered to himself. Feeling the intensity of your glare, he cowered a little but still dared to shrug it off. “What, it’s a joke.”

“It’s four in the morning, Eren.”

“I know, but I can’t concentrate on my game ‘cause I keep thinking about what happened before, and I don’t think I can until you forgive me.” 

“You’re here because you couldn’t focus on playing your game?”

“Calm down now.” He displayed his best smirk in an attempt to sweep you off your feet. “You look pretty even when you just woke up.”

Was his mischievous, devilish smirk working on you? Abso-fucking-lutely. But you’d rather die than give him the satisfaction. “Please, leave.” 

“I came here because I can’t stop thinking about you.” He leaned one hand against the doorframe, another one holding you by your cheek, lifting your face to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry, baby. I promise I’ll make it up to you. Forgive me?”

Remember that he’s annoying. Remember that he’s annoying. You kept chanting inside your chest while trying your best not to be charmed by his features. Also, who looks and smells this fucking good at four in the morning, for fuck's sake?! “Will you write my paper for contemporary arts?”

“Huh? Oh...” It was clear he didn’t want to but with a deep breath, he said, “Sure. But one time only.”

“Will you also buy me a new sweater?”

“What happened to your sweaters?”

“Nothing. Just saw a cute one in a magazine and thought it’d look good on me.”

Eren narrowed his eyes. “Fine.”

“Will you—“ 

He grabbed you by your cheeks, pulling your skin to the side until you winced in pain. “You’re enjoying this way too much, aren’t you, Sweetheart?”

You were, but you tried your best to keep your amused smile to yourself. “Wasn’t my fault my boyfriend is an ass.”

“Your boyfriend is visiting you at four in the morning to apologize for his mistakes. Also, it’s raining heavily outside, if you haven’t noticed. I walked here, through the rain, for you.”

“You’re not wet, though.”

“Neither were you before you met me,” he joked, wiggling his eyebrows but when he noticed you glaring at him in silence—oh if looks could kill—he flinched and hastily added, “Sorry, bad timing. Well, umm, it was kinda cold when I stepped under the rain so I decided to just bring an umbrella with me.” He suddenly seemed like he remembered something. “Oh, right, that reminds me. Can I leave it here? I’ve got an early class today and I don’t want to carry it with me everywhere.”

That earned another flat stare from you. “You’re not taking any of this seriously, are you?”

“Of course, I am.” He shuffled through his bag, taking a white chocolate Toblerone with a red bow tied around it before he pushed it toward your direction. “Look, I even bought you a gift.” 

You weren’t sure how to respond. “It’s a Toblerone.”

“Yeah. ‘Cause your grumpy butt needs to be comforted. You’re welcome.” When he saw your scowl—that grew even more menacing by the second, he actually whined about it. “What? It’s four am, the only store that’s open is 7-Eleven.”

“You just took this off the counter, didn’t you?”

“No.” He lied, you could tell he was. “I specifically went there to buy that for you. I went as far as wrapping a ribbon around it, you know.”

You stopped beating around the bush. “What condom did you get?”

His cheeks reddened slightly. Averting his gaze with a hand going to scratch his nape, he muttered quietly, “A—a ribbed one. For your pleasure, by the way.”

“Aaw, how very thoughtful of you.” Your smile was just as sweet as it was frightening. “You can use that as you have sex with your hands.” You shoved back the chocolate to his chest, causing him to take a step back. “Also, I’m on a diet.”

“Well, shit, how am I supposed to know?”

“I literally told you that yesterday.” To say he was testing your patience would be an understatement at that point. “Remember? When you arrived an hour late on our date and you asked babe, why aren’t you ordering anything and I said I’m on a fucking diet, you idiot!”

“Easy there. I’ll be doing your reports, remember?” Eren chuckled, grabbing you by the shoulders, massaging the sore spots and it would probably feel good if you weren’t so pissed off over his antics. “Also, babe, don’t you know? Men have a harder time remembering things than women do. And that’s just scientifically speaking, not me.”

“I swear to God, Eren—”

“JUST FORGIVE HIM FOR FUCK’S SAKE! YOU GUYS ARE TAKING FOREVER AND YOU’RE GIVING ME HEADACHES!” 

Maybe you and Eren were getting a bit loud, but Annie was just shouting like she was about to march on a war so you didn’t really have a choice. It was either take your boyfriend’s apology or have your roommate kill both you and your boyfriend at the same time.

Eren annoyingly smirked back at you. “She’s got a point, you know.”

But, of course, he does learn his lesson from time to time so things don’t always end up in fights. And Eren can be considerate if he wants to, noticing almost every little thing that you do. Like when you’re wearing a new skirt (or new underwear, for that matter), giving you his jacket when you sniffle from the cold (as cheesy as that sounds, it does make your heart flutter a bit), or intertwining your fingers together under the table when you’re nervous before your presentation.

Hopefully today this considerate version of his comes out to play again because there’s something you need to talk about with him.

“I think I need to start looking for a part-time job,” you say, sighing in content when you have his lips on your neck, suckling on the soft skin. Your fingers are playing with the soft strands of his hair, unwinding his hair tie just so you can tug at them whenever he brings his tongue into the game. You know it’s not the best time to have this conversation—especially not when he has his hand under your shirt as you sit on his lap at the back of his car—but with Eren, it’s almost always like this whenever you’re alone with him.

"Yeah?" His bomber jacket and matching black shirt have already been discarded away by your hasty hands. You just love seeing the way his key-shaped pendant fell in the middle of his chest, but not as much as you love trailing your fingers across his v-lines. "Why?" 

“I’m running out of money.”

“From dumping too many dead bodies in the swamp?” He titters next to your ear, unbuttoning more of your shirt and pushing the fabric off your shoulder. “Babe, I’ve told you,” he mouths against your skin. “You gotta search for a new swamp that’s free of charge.”

“Shut up.” But you’re laughing anyway. This inside joke you two have has become somewhat of a routine—a topic that randomly pops out in any conversation.

You can feel his grin pressing against the sensitive skin below your ear. “Told ya this swamp thing could be our thing.”

“No, I’m serious.” But despite that, you have to hold back a moan when you feel his hand roaming around your chest, his fingers slipping underneath your bra. You can’t tell him exactly why you need this job because you don’t want him to feel sorry for you. But the truth is, your parents back home have been having financial problems and you know how costly your college tuition can get. You just want to help out, even if it’s not much, and try to survive on your own without using your parents’ money. “I need some pocket money.”

Eren has your earlobe between his teeth, his breathing feels warm and extremely sexy in your ears. “Mmm, for what?”

“To buy personal things.”

“What personal things?”

“Like…” You bite your lower lip, having the hardest time concentrating when he starts to play with your nipple, his thumb brushing against the sensitive bud. “I don’t know, like girl things.”

Eren suddenly pulls away, looking you straight in the eyes with an eyebrow raised in curiosity. “You mean like a dildo?”

“Make-up, Eren.” You blandly respond. All your sexual excitement from before? Gone. “I meant make-up.”

“Sure, that too. But,” he insists and you roll your eyes, knowing where this is going. “Have you ever considered playing with a dildo in your spare time? Because I have.”

“You have? Like, using it in your ass?”

“No.” When you laughed at him, he shuts you up directly with his mouth. “I kinda want to try,” Eren confessed as he broke away, a tiny grin painting his lips. “I mean, I can satisfy you just fine without them but if those sex toys can give you so much pleasure to the point you’ll start crying,” he wets his lower lip, eyes gleaming in excitement. “I would love to see that.”

“You’re a bit sadistic, you know that?”

“Never said I wasn’t.”

“Yes, well, let’s leave these sex toys alone for now, okay, Jaeger?” You draw his head back to the crook of your neck, sighing as you wind your arms around his shoulders. “Do you know where I can get a job around here?”

“You don’t have to. I can buy you anything that you want,” he coos, the tip of his nose brushing against the column of your neck. Well, knowing how expensive the Tag Heuer watch he's wearing around his wrist, you’re sure he could.

“With your parents’ money?” You scoff. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

“I’ve made money on my own, you know.”

“Oh no, please don’t tell me that the rumor of you being a drug dealer on our campus is true.”

Eren tears himself away, squinting his eyes. “What the hell is wrong with those people?”

Even his scowl looks attractive on him, sweet lord. “You’re my boyfriend, Eren, not my sugar daddy so no, I don’t want your money. Especially if what you're planning to buy is a bunch of sex toys and naughty lingerie.”

“So you read my mind,” he snickers, not feeling shameful in the slightest. “Why not both, though? I can be your boyfriend and your da—”

“Do not finish that line.”

His deep laughter is one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever heard, especially when he’s this close to your ear. “Why do you need make-up anyway? You’re already pretty without it.” And it really does sound genuine, the way he says it. Eren flirts a lot, even when you’ve been together for months, he still does it pretty often. But he does have his sincerity from time to time, just like now, and you can’t help but blush a little because of it.

“Well, I’m more confident with it.”

“Well, of course, you do look smoking hot with your make-up on, don’t get me wrong,” he adds, lazily circling his arms around your waist as he leans his back to the car’s seat. “But you’re beautiful the way you are too.” He brings his window down, tucking a cigarette between his lips, and lights it up. You watch him with narrowed eyes, not really fond of him having a smoke in his car—you can’t stand the smell—but you also don’t have the will to stop him because, let’s be real, Eren Jaeger sitting on the back of his car in nothing but his jeans while smoking? The word ‘hot’ was invented to describe him. 

He sucks in his cheeks, exhaling clouds of smoke toward the window. “Like,” he adds, “You literally can wear that I woke up like this shirt every morning and you won’t find me complaining.”

“You complained about my morning breath this morning.”

“That you should work on.”

“Asshole.” You push a palm against his face, which he licks playfully like a dog. This is your favorite Eren, if you have to be honest, with his lips pulled back showcasing a boyish grin, his stunning green eyes gleaming as he gazes at you, and his voice sounding light and airy with a hint of teasing in his words. You really should consider yourself lucky to be able to call someone like him, who has the perfect balance of cute and sexy, as your boyfriend.

“I really like you,” you say, abruptly out of nowhere that it surprises you too. Eren’s laughter stops almost immediately, his eyes searching yours. There’s silence hanging in the air, slowly suffocating you. You’re about to beg him to say something when he smiles, so gentle and soft, with his hand reaching up to cup your cheek and rub comforting circles with his thumb.

“I really like you too,” he says, almost like he’s sighing. His eyes go up and down your face, switching from your eyes and your lips. “I like you so much that it drives me crazy sometimes.”

It’s insane how fast he can turn your steady heart rate into something that beats too loudly for your ears. “Okay, stop right there. I can’t with all this cheesiness you’re throwing at me.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like me,” he chortles to himself, taking another puff of his cigarette. “I meant it, though.” Cheeks growing hot, you steal his cigar out of his fingers and flick it out the window. “Hey,” he protests, “I wasn’t finished with that—”

“You are.” You settle down on his lap, taking off your shirt with your chest hovering just a mere inches away from his face. Casting it away to the side, you hook your fingers around his necklace, drawing him closer to yours. “Cause I’ll be needing your full attention now.”

And that sexy smirk of his grows back almost immediately. “Yes, Ma’am.”

***

Part 3 of this fic, titled Twisted, can be read here.

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I'm proud for both of us for getting through such a bad day! thankfully rain didn't ruin our coffee date and it actually took my mind off (both our minds since my friend had a horrible day too - I swear idk what it is about today). definitely a lesson to learn with my invisaligns and I'm going to be triple checking all the time now!

I would actually live a drabble (w Nat since I have a soft spot for her)! you're so sweet and amazing for suggesting it!! it could be anything you want (I would read literally anything from you because everything you write is pure gold).

message of the day is that we got through it today, we got it for tomorrow!! 💪

Yesterday was something else LOL today was even worse I will not lie LMFAO

Alright bestie, let's do a soft Nat drabble 🥺

I've chosen the prompt "What's one little kiss between friends?" set in a College AU.

What's One Little Kiss Between Friends

i: underneath the bleachers

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"Where's Natasha?"

You look around the canteen to find the redhead missing. It was unlike her with today being tater tot day. You don't understand her obsession with the fried cylinder potato, but it makes the redhead happy, and who are you to say anything about that?

"Hm, I don't know. I didn't see her after having cognitive psych with her. She told me to go on without her because she got stopped outside of class by...fuck, what's his name again? That dude she's seeing." Bucky said after he swallowed his food and looked around.

You frowned.

Sometimes it was hard to keep up with who Natasha was seeing. She was a very popular girl on campus. Everyone wants to date the student council president, captain of the volleyball team, GPA of 3.9, and heiress to the Romanoff conglomerate.

But to you? She was just Natasha Romanoff, the girl you met when you were 15 and insisted on being your friend when your first words to her were, 'Fuck off.'

As you scanned the crowd, you noticed 'said dude' Natasha was dating sitting with his friends, laughing and getting claps on his back.

You sighed as you packed up your things. You wouldn't necessarily say you had a sixth sense of always knowing what was going on with Natasha, but your gut feelings about her were usually always right.

"Where you going?" Bucky asked

"To find Nat."

"She's not answering her phone. She could literally be anywhere on campus," Bucky crinkled his nose.

"I know where she is," you tell Bucky, snapping your bag close.

"What? How?"

"I just do!" You told him as you walked off with a wave.

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Your gut feeling leads you to the football field. Since it was winter, the field was often empty except for a couple of people here and there spread out through the bleachers.

You found Natasha Romanoff under the bleacher, hidden from the world, and everyone else was none the wiser.

You sat down next to her silently, only letting her ignore you for five seconds before you bumped her shoulder with yours.

"How'd you find me?" She gruffed with a frown.

"Find My Friends App," you offer lamely, knowing full well Natasha doesn't have hers on.

"Technology has ruined the modern world," Natasha muttered before she sighed and slouched against your shoulder.

"What's wrong, Nat?" You asked her softly.

Natasha stayed silent for a moment as if debating to tell you, but when she felt you brush your pinky against hers.

"I'm just tired," Natasha sighs.

"Tired?" You repeated with a tilt of your head.

Natasha stares out into the hills that obscure her. "It's stupid, but I guess I just feel envious of others. Other people don't have to worry about if the person they're seeing really likes them for them. They don't have to worry if their kisses and other physical intimacies will be spread around like it's some award to be won."

You frowned because you immediately knew the guy Natasha was seeing had done just that, and that was why he was getting accolades earlier.

You wonder if you should trip him the next time you see him.

"It's dramatic, but I'm starting to feel like loving someone, even just having someone kiss me because I'm me—not the idea of me is something I won't get to have."

No, you'll trip him and then spit on him. It's only justice.

You're so lost in your own thoughts when Natasha starts to shuffle, starting to get up.

"C'mon, some of the classes are about to be let out and people are going to start passing by. We should head back," Natasha said, brushing off what she had just admitted to you.

You immediately pull Natasha back down, getting a yelp from her. It kind of reminds you of the days of high school when you skipped together and huddled in alleyways to avoid being caught.

"What are you—" Natasha started to say but was swiftly cut off by your lips against hers.

The kiss was chaste and quick, but Natasha could taste your chapstick and wondered if you could taste hers. The kiss was so warm that it made her toes curl and her fingers flex.

When you pulled back, you licked your lips as you said, "There. I feel like I'm a pretty solid choice since I never liked the idea of you, anyway. So, stop being all mopey and come to the canteen with me, okay?"

Natasha felt displaced as you helped her up and grabbed her hand to pull her along. How could you just kiss her and move on?

"Oh, uh, you taste like raspberry."

What the fuck was she saying.

You shrug. "Yeah, I stole your chapstick last week."

That brings Natasha out of it as she huffed at you. "Fucking—I was looking for that! I had to open the blueberry one and it's not as good."

You merely laughed, but Natasha was still nervous.

"Thank you," Natasha finally said, and you peer at her for a long moment.

It was rare to catch Natasha so awkward.

"No worries. What's one little kiss between friends?"

Part 2

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff fluff #black widow x reader #black widow imagine #mm.drabble.nat

[choibinn3]

🗒TXT AS YOUR UNREQUITED CRUSHES!!

txt members as those unreturned feelings you wish you could let go of :*)

tags; angst, fluff, ouchies but yk, young love or whatever, grammatical errors, college/high school au!

warnings; feelings of inadequacy, mild jealousy, self-deprecation, cursing

note; not used to doing hcs yet, so this is messy.. 😓 but also, i saw the boys rejecting in the same way, so some of these r left for interpretation or indirect rejections!!!

tbh the hcs just get longer&longer as u read on

⌗ choi yeonjun!!

popular boy alert 🚨🚨

guys fucking everywhere, its so hard to get rid of him, and whenever you see him hes with a biiig group of ppl you dont know

youd gaze at him smacking his leg in doubled over laughter and feel an invisible barrier between him and yourself

but for some reason he always makes sure to say hi to you in the mornings or include you in class activities

and hes unfortunately very funny, and devastatingly pretty, so you cant exactly hate him just bc hes popular

your feelings probably start when youre both assigned cleaning duty or youre stuck next to each other in a group setting

it makes you feel weird in general bc no one with that many friends would want to do smthng like that, but then you realize maybe thats why hes got so many ppl hanging around him

after that, whenever he makes plans he always makes sure to ask you if you want to join,, and youre always confused

after that, whenever he makes plans he always makes sure to ask you if you want to join,, and youre always confused

after that one lengthy convo suddenly youre on his friend list now??? does he just put ppl on that randomly and quickly??

you almost blocked and ignored him the first time he sent you an invitation, convinced it was either a prank or the wrong number

"me and some other kids from this class are eating out tonight, wanna come?"

"excuse me, who is this??"

if you do agree to one of these plans though, more often than not itd be you clinging to him bc hes quite literally the only person you know

but its thrilling in a way to be technical friends with someone so fun and laid back. hes just so likable and all his mannerisms are just somehow cool, you cant help but want to be associated with that

and with the way he notices you and makes you smile, itd be hard not to fall for him

plus.. hes a natural flirt. charmer, whatever you call it when he smirks. you dont know if hes doing it in a friendly, fun manner or hes actually flirting

hes a tucks your hair behind your ear when listening to you talk, throws in an "ahh, youre so pretty today," randomly in conversation, idly playing with your fingers kind of flirt

he always keeps his arm around your shoulder, like, always. it has you questioning and scared if youre maybe too sweaty sometimes, but its just always there

when youre next to each other, walking, sitting, in fucking class if its possible?? he somehow does it everywhere, and yet also somehow makes it look like he isnt desperate to do it either

plus petnames. you see how he called wooyoung "cutie" and "darling" on that vlive?? it comes out of his mouth so smoothly you almost assumed it was a part of his vocabulary since birth

and its especially bad for your heart when youre just simply trying to tell the dude about class that day TT geez...

if you ever mention that youve never tried smthng (boba, sushi, anything really), will absolutely look at you incredulously before planning to go try it

"you—you what? do you live under a rock? no, no, we are going there next week."

"?? i have plans next week."

"not anymore, make room for 3pm. im paying."

oh yeah, he also NEVER lets you pay. its stupid, and even in group settings he somehow manages to convince everyone that its on him! no matter how stubborn the people are

all too quick though do you realize that all that you are is one of his friends. one of the many people surrounding him almost at all times

hes just as attentive as he is with you to his male nd female friends, as well as quite actually everyone else in your damn class (why does he have to be so kind?)

he flirts with them too,, all too often do you have to swallow that lump in your throat when watching him call his girl friend an exaggerated beautiful goddess

you know hes either joking or teasing—or both, with some truth, because hes never totally serious with it, but never not serious (whatever that means, but it makes sense in terms of yeonjun)

but you just cant help but tell yourself that all those times hes done the same with you were all fake, sweet lies

and you dont exactly have a deep connection with him, nor do you exactly know too much about him, so its all a weird conflict of emotions

youre his friend right?? just not close enough to text him at 4am, or to have vulnerable, soft moments together... it feels so distant, so out of reach

maybe youll have the confidence one day to send him a text, ask him to hang out one on one instead of a group thing

would he even make time for you though?? these sorts of things take planning, and youre almost certain his schedule is full, since hes just around everyone

it feels bad, and youre full of anxiety by the end of the time youve decided that tomorrow!! youll send him that text tomorrow

or next week, yup !!

⌗ choi soobin!!

hes absolutely perfect.

you probably met him through a mutual acquaintance on a friendly outing or randomly in class

"is this seat taken?" sort of meet cute

you guys would hit it off right away, and you honestly couldnt even begin to describe how perfect of a person he was

hes protective, attentive, and this has got to be more than any boy (or friend for that matter) has ever been willing to do for you

hes protective in the sense that hed ward off any creeps on trains with his staggering height (albeit maybe unintentionally), and then grab your waist so you dont stumble

attentive in the way that he buys you coffee or any of your favorite drinks before your morning class, and will memorize your order. it means a lot bc he has to wake up extra early, the coffee lines are always way too long in the mornings ☕️

he lets you take his notes and cram the day before any big test or exam, offering to quiz you afterwards if youre up for it too

for someone whos self-labeled himself as lazy, choi soobin sure is good at putting in effort for you :')

there to listen to any woes or complaints about any professors you have, and it feels like an actual friendship—if you ignore your festering feelings

it happens one day, you cant exactly pinpoint when, but it happens. youre all of a sudden conscious of yourself giggling at your phone when you realize how deep in you are

at first, you had just seen him as your tall, cute friend that youd be mistaken as a couple with.. but suddenly all those teasing comments from mutual friends has you impossibly flustered

it doesnt help that hes so, so sososo affectionate. in a casual way though, oh yeah. just grabs your hand or hits your shoulder when he laughs too hard, and absolutely does he back hug you

"[name], have you eaten yet? we can grab lunch later at the food place you like."

you can feel his chest on your back and it drives you insane, but for the sake of keeping it cool you shove that all down

his back hugs are almost just,, all consuming?? in a way? they envelop you fully, and sometimes on cold days you just sink in and it feels like your own coat lol

hes a tall dude, so whenever he hugs he either drapes himself over you or hugs you in a way that makes you feel so safe and secured it should be illegal

and his flirting... should you even call it flirting?? maybe youre reading into it too much

^ like the way hed wipe off any excess foam on your lips, or when he offers you food and goes "say ah~" before feeding it to you

bc friends do that. for sure, its totally fine and cool, but then he laughs so hard he has to rest his hand on your thigh. rest, as in it stays there for longer than your heart can handle

holds your hand when youre least expecting it. walking on the street, when youre focused in on an essay, playing around—its just bad for your health each and every time

youre not exactly sure what to do anymore when that old lady down the block from your apartment calls you a "lovely young couple!"

usually youd brush her off and promptly correct her, but now thats soobins job, because youre too busy losing your shit over his large hand being interlocked in yours

ultimately, you would feel like itd be best to just wallow in your feelings and think abt how cutely shaped his lips are T_T

bad, but... what was the better option?? risking a friendship with the first boy you found that wasnt scum???

if you do decide to risk it all and confess, oh boy, youll be the one feeling more guilty by the end of the day

hed be so apologetic, telling you that he didnt mean to lead you on, and if you dont reassure him the dude would swear to repent for the rest of his life

soobins really too nice.. which is why this would hurt even more

its sort of cute, how much hes fretting. tell him that you just wanted to get it off your chest, but still hope to remain as friends and things will go back to normal

well, as normal as it could be. you both have to ignore how he hesitates and then retracts his hand when hes laughing too hard and has to lean on you

also the fact that his hugs arent as warm, hes so reluctant to even touch you now, and instead of wiping off any foam himself, he hands you a napkin

its bittersweet really 😓

⌗ choi beomgyu!!

yet another mfker you cannot get rid of!!

not bc hes necessarily popular, hes just everywhere. beomgyu is somehow just someone everyone knows, and often you would find him annoying a rando teacher

you sort of grew up with him though

going to the same elementary, middle school, high school etc. he was always just the kid in the class over or the guy you slept next to during kindergarten nap time 💤

hes known for being a bit bratty and excitable, but tbh youve probably only had one or two conversations with him?? ^^;;

hes amusing, and when hes around you love watching his antics

the way youd fall would be at a party

not a crazy, wild, totally off the hook!!! party, but a small sort of gathering your class put together to commemorate the end of the semester

everyone was chatting and sipping something (hell if you knew), and he was playing his guitar like some sort of mystic indie boy about to change your life

you went up to him (mightve been smthng in that drink, wow) and ask how he even got the thing there, and he replied with something both cute and humorous enough to make you giggle

he was funny, not that you had expected him not to be, but you hadnt thought he would answer so quick and wittily when he hadnt interacted with you much either

his skills on the guitar werent a joke though. the way he played was like he was humming, making you hear invisible lyrics that werent there, it was just impossibly soft but loud. sickly poetic, right?

and you noticed that whenever he would mess up a chord, he would scrunch his nose up a bit—which you found cuter than you shouldve

plus over the whole school year he had grown his black hair out, letting it curl to frame his face and the back touch his neck

it was... brutal to say the least how good it looked on him. and brutal for you how you didnt realize how good he looked before ..

you would be knocked out of your observations (read: admirations) by him asking you for a song recommendation, and youd just have to give one from the top of your head

"oh! i love that song!"

he said it with such a big smile that it had you beaming with pride in your music tastes

was this really the boy youve seen around all your life?? you were that blind? 😵‍💫

the way hes strumming, smiling softly under the dimmed, tinted lights has you unconsciously blurring your surroundings, only focusing on him

afterwards, you would ask for his number with the lame excuse of "since we have such similar taste in music!!"

from then on whenever you found a song that you thought sounded like him, errr... reminded you of the songs he liked.. youd send it to him

and whenever youd run into him on school grounds, your only talking point would be "oh!! heres the cd you wanted to borrow haha"

its always a quick thanks! before hes gone, and you cant help but want to go to more parties in hopes hed be there again

youre not sure youll ever be able to get over him bc now whenever you listen to any song you think "oh.. would beomgyu like this??"

the thing is, he would also send you songs back 😓 which makes the whole thing even worse

"heyy!! this melody reminded me of you!! its pretty sweet lol :]]"

and you almost faint at the message, was there supposed to be a double meaning??

if it goes on for long enough i feel like beomgyu would make a whole playlist for you, and it just about sends your body into overdrive..

theres just something so special about a whole playlist dedicated to you, he listened to these songs specifically and thought of you!!

occasionally, or if you ask for them, beom sends you videos of him playing his guitar

sometimes its soft indie, sometimes its a riff on the electric guitar you cant quite decipher, but each time it makes you press the replay button

if youre lucky, his playing could be accompanied by gentle humming or murmured lyrics

..its genuinely so quiet you cant hear sometimes, but that doesnt matter much when each time he sends a video, youve already made sure to turn your volume up impossibly high 🔊

whenever youd see him on campus youd flash him a smile and usher him over to listen to what you had playing, but it always felt like he left too early ://

these conversations felt so brief. you were close but yet.. so far???

honestly though, all of these messages and texts late into the night are mostly about songs? you wish you knew about his other interests

with the way things were looking, there was no way he would realize your feelings, and you were running out of these songs quicker than you wouldve liked

you hovered over your text before quickly deleting it

"do you think you could teach me guitar? :)"

could this be something more? or were you just doomed to just looking at him with lovelorn eyes??

well, cant give you too much hope!!! this is supposed to be unrequited after all, ahh

⌗ kang taehyun!!

i struggled a bit too much on this one..

100% class president or representative

youve seen him around and hes maybe asked for you to hand in a sheet like once or twice, but otherwise you dont really know him

you would admire him heavily though, for both his grades and his looks. he seemed so far above all the rest at times, almost otherworldly with how compassionate and smart he was

it all starts when either you ask him to tutor you (nervously, fidgeting lol) or the teacher suggests it

he says yes (ofc, so nice), and the first session ends without any conversation outside of learning, and you cant help but feel stiff around him

its up until the third time you met after class that taehyun suggested you take a break, right after you struggled with his explanation

youre a bit embarrassed that he thought you needed a break, but.. what exactly does a break entail??

he asked you for your drink of choice and left to the vending machines, leaving you to sit there a bit confused until he returned shortly after with 2 cans

you thanked him and told him that you could pay him back, and he refused your insisting until you decided to cave in and open your beverage, seeping in slight awkwardness

but then he opened his own soda and it just EXPLODED like a fountain ⁉️ the carbonated juice was everywhere, and you had to back up a bit to not get it on your pants

he was panicking, quickly trying to cover the spray with his hand, then his jacket, his eyes impossibly wide n mouth open,, and you just about burst out in laughter

soon enough he would be laughing also, his hand still over the top, and the both of you making eye contact as the fizz stops entirely and the giggles die out

you felt a bit guilty, laughing at him.. 😓 but hes always so calm and collected, so seeing him with such an expression made him seem so endearing

you would apologize and hed just wave you off with a chuckle (which made that organ in your chest thump louder than it shouldve), but you have to wonder.. when was his soda even shaken up??

you had a sneaking suspicion he did it on purpose, but for what?? to make you laugh? you didnt wanna get too ahead of yourself, but you wouldnt put it past him

the type of person to sacrifice his own dignity to get someone to loosen up, that was the kang taehyun you observed ♥️

the next few sessions incorporated small breaks in between, which you noticed usually happened when you got stuck and overly frustrated.

by the end of these breaks though, youd always be laughing or smiling to yourself, mind cleared from any fog

he made you less stiff in various ways, doodling crude drawings, telling you embarrassing stories, all of the works!! it felt nice, and you felt almost special to be seeing him like this...

during the fifth session, he would talk to you about his magic tricks!!! you had expected to be doing origami or drinking pure sugar by the machines again, but he suddenly pulled out a whole deck o cards

the way he spoke about it and demonstrated them made your pulse quicken.. he just looked so passionate, so animated and eager

if you stared at him long enough hed offer to teach you some magic, and his eyes would positively light up if you agree

mess up a few times and he would go, "here, let me," and envelop his hands over yours, properly moving them in the correct manner

"can you try it on your own?"

you dont have the heart to say you cant, because as soon as he had touched your skin, your mind blanked entirely 😵‍💫

taehyun also isnt the type to be offset by eye contact either, so when you catch his gaze he holds it and even has the nerve to ask, "what? are you having trouble with something?"

and sometimes he gets too close when explaining stuff and it has you sweating buckets, confused on whether it was his long eyelashes or nose bridge that had you distracted

tbh im not sure you would even be able to confess properly before being rejected indirectly, bc such a person as kang taehyun has a lot of people pining after him

—and hes surely bound to notice one of them, right?

it would be a day free from tutoring when you decide to visit the library to return a couple of books

its almost immediate when you spot taehyuns hair, having gazed at it so many times. you didnt think much of it though, bc taehyun is top of your class, so of course hes in the library!!!

you would turn the corner to say a quick greeting, but stop in your tracks at the sight of him next to another girl—one you didnt recognize from his group of friends

it wasnt a tutoring or study session, no way, there were no textbooks in sight. plus, there were drinks by their side, her beverage and his usual soda, and theyre laughing, flirting—blushing.

a clearer look at her face tells you that you do in fact know her, and shes the vice president with high grades and a pretty face, the one thats practically his only equal.

the greeting you had prepared was swallowed down by your throat

hes so close to her now, and you want to cover your ears, but you hear it anyway—

"do you want to learn a magic trick ive been working on?"

and you dont think youve ever left a building faster than you left that library behind, urging down your tears in the process

⌗ huening kai!!

long bc i am in l-word with him and i want to h*ld his h*nd 🤢

the boy you stared at sometimes during your teachers ramblings. you swear its bc youre zoning out and hes just,, there

—but when he smiles your heart does a small pitter patter and it doesnt feel healthy.. ヾ(´･･｀｡)ノ his lips curves in such a way that makes your eyes widen slightly bc wow, fuck, are you an angel?

incidentally, youve also accidentally made eye contact with him during some of these moments, and always does he look away first

it feels like puppy love, and you almost tell yourself its a mutual crush, but youve never really spoken to him have you?

its a seating change that gets the both of you closer, bc who would actually approach first??

you didnt think much of it when your teacher made you all pull numbers for seats, but then he plopped his backback down on the chair next to you

and all so suddenly does your heart skip, hop scotch, and reverse all at once

you tell yourself to act casual, cool, level headed and introduce yourself

"hello, my name is [name] [l. name]. i hope we can get along."

you applaud yourself, mentally giving your back a dad-worthy clap in pride—but oh fuck, you said all of that without making eye contact

thankfully, huenings the type of boy to just laugh (albeit a bit awkwardly) and introduce himself back, and he does just that

first stage: cleared!! but.. whats the second stage?? youre not sure....

the boys a great seat mate though, not raucous or painfully oblivious to his surroundings like the other boys in your class

hes a bit clumsy, but its somehow a part of his charm ♥️

he also drops his pencil and desk supplies frequently, most of the time to simply twirling his pencil around or knocking things off with his arm nd elbow

once, you mustered enough courage to be the helpful deskmate! and pick it up for him, but his hand was faster than yours

—which, ended with your palm on top of his, and with an embarrassing squeak you had to pull it off hastily

he gave you a glance and a smile that sent your face into a hot blaze, uttering a small "thank you," even though you technically didnt even do anything except squeak (oh god)

if you ever lose your textbook or forget it for a day, he is always willing to share (that whole cutesy desks together thing, looking over at each other to see if theyre done reading) 📖

—actually, hes willing to just give up his whole textbook entirely

youve compared him to an angel before, because theyre both known for their innocuous demeanor and infinitely generous personalities, and its fairly true

your teacher was very strict with forgetfulness, constantly reminding your classmates that it isnt a trait that should be common among young adults such as yourself, so sharing textbooks was still frowned upon in your classroom

instead, students would be basically publicly humiliated before being sent out of the classroom to grab an extra textbook from the library 😓.. jerk

when you had rummaged through your bag and found nothing, you had already resigned yourself to being scolded like a 5 yr old like many others were before you

but all of a sudden, a coy hand slides that hardcover book you oh so dreaded seeing (but needed) over to your desk

you glanced at him like he just offered to sacrifice himself into a volcano for your sake, and he just simply smiled at you and sent you a cute wink like (^_-)☆

before you can even think of giving it back to him, your teachers voice cut off any coherent thoughts you couldve formed

"huening kai, correct? wheres your textbook, mr huening?"

"ah," he smiled sheepishly, standing up from his desk. "i forgot it today, sir."

the angry old man rant from your teacher lasted 5 mins minimum before huening was sent for his walk of shame to the library

and when he made it to halls, he caught your eye again, and sent you an impish grin that set your heart aflame

oh god, huening kai is a boy. thats not good, not good at all, because now hes not just an angel.. hes a boy with a strangely heart thumping mischievous streak to him

also if youre noticeably down, hes all more than willing to doodle in the corner of your notebook, accompanied by words of encouragement and later a juice box on your desk :')

return the doodles and it might develop into games of tic tac toe, and then childish hand games—but huening kai is cheater

how youre able to cheat in simple juvenile games like that, youre not entirely sure, but he managed to do it anyway and giggles innocently when you catch him

youd always let him off and the cheater goes and does it again, but it doesnt matter too much as youre too caught up in his laughter to care

being next to him also warrants much more opportunities to stare at his face, or more so just glance at it

hes got a sixth sense or smthng, always being able to catch your eye and make you smile awkwardly before turning back to your desk ^^;

but even with all these small moments, it doesnt feel real—maybe like youre still in a pipe dream, hoping for him to like you, when all of your friends tell you that he clearly does

so when you go to enter your classroom in the morning, hoping to maybe get an answer that day, you had to stop short

not because of anxiety or nervousness, no, because you could hear his voice casually deny any crush on you to your classmates

"[name]? oh no, the both of us are just friends. shes cool and all though, you should talk to her sometime too!"

his tone was kind, full of friendly cheerfulness that made you somehow sick. never once did you think hearing him with a smile would make you feel this way.

it couldnt have been a misunderstanding, because why would he say it so normally if it werent true, right?

you entered the classroom, saying your usual greeting to him (he smiled and said good morning), and you almost immediately had to leave to the clinic—because you couldnt take the normalcy

your teacher sent you off with a quick message to not stray and mess around in the hallways, and you stood up to leave

but before you can make it a foot away from your desk, huenings hand caught onto your wrist

"are you feeling ok?" he whispered, concern clearly laced in his eyes. your head ached more, and your shoulders felt heavier than ever

"im fine," you said back, pulling his hand off your skin. it burned. "ill be back soon."

you fully planned to ditch the class, spending the period rotting under the clinic bed sheets until you no longer felt nauseous

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[kingexpl0sionmurder]

Mutual Misunderstandings - Kirishima Eijirou - Smut

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder​​ Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou / F!Reader Rating: 18+ (Contains smut) Words: 5,866 Warnings: Quirkless AU, Aged up characters (they adulty adults!), unprotected vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), very very light choking, reader has a bit of a size kink. AN: Another entry for the BNHAREM collab! This time we’re writing roommates, and I somehow managed to snag Kirishima! I’m super excited for all of the fics coming this time around, so make sure you click on the link below and read some of the other submissions!

This is my first time writing Kirishima and I’m super nervous about it. I’ve always really loved him because he’s just the best boy and he’s so brave and strong and gentle and I just want to cuddle him into oblivion. I also firmly believe he’s going to be a huge tank of a man when he gets older and I’m going with that vision of him here.

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You stood in your living room, your jaw hanging open, staring at him in shock. Kirishima had a similar look on his face, the two of you pointing at each other like that Spider-Man meme. 

“You mean to tell me you’ve had a crush on me this whole time?” You finally choked out, blinking owlishly at your best friend and roommate. “I thought you liked Mina!”

Kirishima sputtered, shaking his head. “No way! She’s my friend, we’ve known each other since middle school, you know that.” He moved to cross his arms across his broad chest. “And anyway, there’s no way you like me, you have a crush on Bakugou!”

There was no way this was happening right now. “No! I don’t like Bakugou like that! He’s a pain in my fucking ass, and I think about murdering him on a daily basis.” Facepalming, you groaned. “Are we really this stupid?”

How did you end up here?

It started back in your first year of college. 

The parties and the seemingly endless studying had become a comfortable routine for you. So what if you were sleep-deprived and living on cup noodles? You were getting your higher education and ready to tackle the real world head-on in just a few short years.

A pipe dream, but still.

You had your best friend Shinsou by your side and a customer loyalty card at the campus coffee shop and everything was right with the world. You’d even managed to get paired up with Hitoshi’s (sort of) boyfriend for an English project, which was a better outcome than what you could have hoped for, not having to work with some rando on something that would be a large chunk of your grade.

Kaminari had suggested that you work on it at his place with the promise of Doritos, and you agreed. Who were you to turn down snacks? Poor college students needed those cheese dusted carbs to survive. 

The Upsilon Alpha fraternity was one of the best and most popular on campus, and at first, you found it almost laughable that Kaminari was a member. At first glance, he seemed like a total space cadet stoner who didn’t belong in college, much less as a member of such an esteemed frat. However, after getting to know him, you knew that he was most definitely all of those things, but he was also insanely smart when it counted and kept above average grades in his classes (except for math, but with him being a bisexual disaster human, it came with the territory).

You had made some decent progress on your project after about an hour. The outline was done, and you were discussing how you would be presenting it since you had a choice between a written essay or a PowerPoint presentation. 

Without warning, the kitchen door flew open, the doorknob slamming into the wall behind it.

“Well, the quiet was nice while it lasted, huh?” Kaminari blinked, completely unfazed by the commotion, leaning back in his chair and eating a chip.

Your gaze flitted over to the man who was glaring at the two of you from the doorway, his hands shoved in his pockets. Blonde hair that looked so much like an explosion was sticking up in every direction on his head, and you felt his red eyes trained on you as he took in the room. “What are you doing, Dunceface?”

Kaminari didn’t answer right away, raising his eyebrow and grinning at the new arrival. “Hey, Kacchan.”

If the bulging vein in the man’s forehead was any indication, Kaminari had said the wrong thing. He opened his mouth, and you assumed it was to threaten your project partner, but he was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder from behind.

“Bakubro, be nice. Kami has company.” 

The man that appeared beyond the angry pomeranian took your breath away. He was...big. Like, his shoulders were so wide you wondered how he was going to fit through the doorway. And he was tall, with spiked red hair making him look even taller, big red eyes and sharp teeth, and the most beautiful smile you’d ever laid eyes on.

Blonde and grumpy grumbled, moving aside to let giant and red into the room, who then turned that megawatt million-dollar smile on you, and you tried your best not to stare at his biceps or the way his shirt clung to his chest.

Was it hot in here all of a sudden?

“Hi! I’m Kirishima, and this ray of sunshine is Bakugou, we’re some of Kaminari’s frat brothers!” He held out his hand for you to shake, and you smiled up at him, taking his giant hand in yours. The size of his fingers sent your brain reeling, and you knew you needed to get yourself under control before you started moaning out loud in front of him. 

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you! Kami and I are just working on an English project.” You explained, grinning back up at him, trying to keep the lust off of your face. You didn’t want to look like some kind of freak.

He took his hand back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, you must be Shinsou’s friend! Kami told us you’d be coming over, I forgot about that.” He turned, watching as Bakugou slunk over to the fridge and opened the door. “Don’t let us bother you, we’re just grabbing some water before we head to the gym.”

Kaminari snorted. “Dude, if you get any beefier we’re going to need to remodel the doors so you can fit through them.”

Kirishima turned as red as his hair, glancing at you, before he grinned at his friend. “If I stop, no one will be able to bench press you and Sero at the same time at the next party.”

“Bro, that is my favorite party trick of yours.” He sat up straighter, looking forlorn at the thought of it not happening anymore. “Okay, fine, go to the gym.”

Bakugou grumbled from behind him something that sounded like “I could bench press four of you if I wanted to.”

“Of course you could, buddy.” Kirishima slung his arm over Bakugou’s shoulder. “Okay, we’re out of here. It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Good luck with your project!”

Bakugou grunted and shoved a water bottle at Kirishima, shrugging out from under his arm and leaving the room. Kirishima smiled at you when you said goodbye, hurrying after his sour-faced friend and leaving you and Kaminari to your work.

“Your housemates are...interesting.” You managed, still trying to wrap your head around the red-haired man.

Kaminari snorted. “Kirishima is the walking definition of sunshine, and Bakugou is...well, he takes some getting used to. But he’s not a bad guy.”

You just hummed, chewing on your pen absently. “Can he actually bench press you?”

“Fuck yeah. He does it one-handed. You should come to our next party and see for yourself.”

Keeping your face as neutral as possible, you nodded. “Maybe I can convince Shinsou to come with me.” Wiggling your eyebrows at Kaminari when he blushed, you turned back to the notebook that lay open in front of you. “Come on, let’s figure this out so we can talk more about your intentions with my best friend.”

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You did show up to the next UA frat party, Shinsou in tow. Your purple-haired bestie was grumbling the whole way, his hands shoved in his pockets. It didn’t stop him from making fun of how short your skirt was and teasing you about how you’d done nothing but talk about Kirishima since the day you’d met him.

“He’s like Clifford the Big Red Dog, Y/N. Clumsy and adorable.”

“He’s definitely big. I’d like to climb him like a tree.” You linked your arm with his, walking up to the giant house, the windows already rattling with the bass pumping through the speakers inside.

“You’re disgusting. I am appalled and also proud to call you my best friend.” Sarcastic as usual, he let you drag him along without a fuss.

“That sounds about right.”

The party was in full swing, half the campus milling around inside the house with red plastic cups in hand. You found Kaminari almost immediately, shoving Shinsou towards him and making your way to the kitchen to find yourself a drink. 

“Y/N!” Kirishima was in front of you almost immediately, giant cat eyes and his shark tooth smile lighting up the room. “Kami mentioned you might show up!”

Blushing, you nodded, suddenly losing the ability to form words. He was wearing a tank top, his arm muscles on display, and you took a moment to thank the Lord for the blessing before you. 

“You want a drink?” 

You realized you were staring, so you cleared your throat and smiled at him. “Yes, please.”

His large hand wrapped around your elbow gently as he tugged you through the crowd in the kitchen and out towards the back porch. You tried not to think about how your skin was burning under his touch. You needed to get a grip.

He got to work on the keg, pumping the handle on the top and grabbing you a cup, tilting it a bit as he filled it with beer. 

“Hey, shitty hair! Beer pong!” You turned to see Bakugou standing on the other side of the large wooden deck, his arm resting on the shoulder of a tall and lanky brown-haired boy. “Sero here wants to break up the dream team! Find a partner!”

Kirishima chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, hang on!” He turned to you, handing you your drink. “So, you play beer pong?”

Bringing the cup to your lips, you tilted your head back and chugged your beer, wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand when you’d finished. Kirishima was staring at you with wide eyes, looking surprised but pleased. “Yeah. I’m better when I’m drunk, though.”

He held out his hand for the empty cup, moving to fill it up again, his grin never faltering. “Let’s go kick their asses.”

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That was the beginning of your friendship with Kirishima. What had started as a crush on the red-haired man had turned into a companionship that you couldn’t ever see yourself without. That was why you never said a word about how you really felt.

As cliché as it was, you didn’t know how you’d survived without the guy. He was nothing short of amazing. He was a great listener, and he gave good advice. He was always there when you needed him, bringing you soup when you were sick, going on late-night snack runs when you were up all night studying for exams, showing up with chocolate and tampons when it was your time of the month.

Shinsou had always done those things for you, but he was spending a lot of time with his boyfriend now. You weren’t upset about it though, you thought they were the cutest and you didn’t want to third wheel their time together, so you hung out with Kirishima and Bakugou a lot more often. 

As Kaminari had told you on that first day, Bakugou truly wasn’t a bad guy. His attitude got on your nerves though, and you envisioned punching him in the face at least four times a day, but you didn’t dislike him. He and Kirishima were best friends, so he was a part of the package, and you learned to deal with him.

So it was a no-brainer when Kirishima and Bakugou approached you and asked if you wanted to get an apartment with them once you’d graduated. With the three of you living together, you were able to afford a nicer apartment than you’d ever dreamed of having that was in a central location and only a few train stops away from where your respective jobs were located.

Things were going well, and you’d done a decent job of keeping your true feelings for Kirishima to yourself. It helped that he’d never dated anyone, and you were free to lust after him quietly, under the impression that no one had caught on to how you really felt, perfectly content to continue as you had been since the day you’d met him. 

The only wrench in your plans of quiet pining was Mina Ashido.

Mina was awesome, and you loved her to pieces. She was one of the only other females in your friend group and had been around since you’d gotten closer to the boys in the frat that first year of college. She was the perfect person to go to when you needed some self-care nights, always down to put on a face mask and paint your nails, and she was the best shopping partner.

However, you were thoroughly convinced that Kirishima liked her. 

You’d noticed, as far back as your freshman year, how they always gravitated towards each other in social settings. Mina was always one of the last ones to leave when you went out back then, always the one Kirishima threw his arm around when you walked back to campus from the bar.

It was part of the reason you’d become close with Bakugou in the first place. Whenever Kiri was with Mina, you always sidled up to the explosive blonde, teasing him to distract yourself from the way your heart was squeezing in your chest. 

Neither of them had ever mentioned having more than just a platonic, friendly relationship with each other, but you couldn’t shake the feeling you got whenever you saw them together.

It’s called jealousy, you idiot.

You had nothing to be jealous about though. Kirishima was your friend, and that’s all he would ever be.

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Things had been going well, at least that’s what you’d thought. And then this morning had happened.

It was Saturday, which was your normal grocery shopping day. You and Bakugou had taken on the burden of shopping for groceries for the apartment. You’d allowed Kirishima to go once and he came home with more junk food than should be allowed in one cart, and half of the things on the list you’d given him missing, and more protein powder than should be legally allowed.

Bakugou had worked out a system and your grocery shopping trips were like a well-oiled machine that took no longer than an hour out of your day, and you were grateful for your grumpy friend and his penchant for being overly organized.

You finished getting dressed, ready to get this over with so you could use the rest of the day to play video games and be generally lazy. Walking into the living room, you stopped in your tracks to see your roommates glaring at each other, which was normal for one of them, and uncharacteristic for the other.

“Everything okay?” Your eyes darted between the two men, taking in Kirishima’s stiff posture and clenched jaw. 

“Fine. I’m going shopping alone today.” Bakugou grunted, turning away from his best friend.

Puzzled, you frowned. “What? Why?”

Bakugou stopped in the doorway, turning to face the both of you, looking thoroughly fed up. He lifted his hand and pointed. “The two of you are making me want to commit myself. I’ve been dealing with this shit for years, and it ends today. You’re in love with each other. Figure your shit out and fuck already. I’ll be out for the rest of the day.”

You gaped after him as he turned again, giving you both the middle finger over his shoulder as he left, the door slamming shut behind him.

And that brings us up to speed.

“Are we really this stupid?” You asked, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back.

Kirishima sighed. “This doesn’t make any sense. Since when?”

Snorting, you flopped down on the couch, rubbing at your face tiredly. “Truthfully? Since the moment we met.” You guessed the cat was out of the bag, so you might as well tell him everything. “In the kitchen at the frat house.”

“When you came over to work on that project with Denki?” His eyebrows furrowed, an adorably confused look on his face. “Are you telling me I’ve been pushing you at Bakugou for nearly 5 years for no reason?”

“Yeah, you could stop doing that at any time and I would appreciate it. Unless you want me to strangle him to death.”

Kirishima flopped down on the other end of the couch, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I’ve liked you just as long, you know? I saw you sitting in our kitchen and I thought I was going to throw up.”

“If that was supposed to make me feel good about myself then you’ve failed miserably.”

“No! I just mean, the butterflies-” He groaned. “Shut up and let me get this out okay?” 

Smirking at him, you turned your body, leaning against the back of the couch. “Okay, sorry, keep going.”

Taking a deep breath, he continued, red eyes trained on your face. “Do you remember the frat party?”

“Which one?”

“That first one, when you chugged that beer in front of me and then helped me kick Bakugou’s ass at beer pong?” He waited for you to nod before he spoke again. “I’d never felt so enamored with anyone in my entire life.” Kirishima let his gaze fall to his hands. “You were so awesome and funny and beautiful and you kept up with my friends and their dumbass antics like a pro and I just...I couldn’t believe you were real. I just kept telling myself that you would never be into someone like me, so I decided that if we could be friends for life then that would be enough.”

“Ei…” You trailed off, frowning. You’d always known he tended to get down on himself. You and Bakugou had done your best to convince him he was worth much more than he let himself believe, but sometimes he needed a reminder.

“I know, I know. I don’t feel that way anymore, but at the time I did.” His hair was down, tied back in a loose bun, bits of his fringe falling in his eyes. He pushed a piece of it behind his ear and kept going. “So I tried to keep my distance, kept on hanging around with Mina, tried not to think about how much I wanted to be with you. She kept telling me I needed to tell you, kept rubbing it in that I wasn’t being manly about it. But you were hanging out with Bakugou so much I just figured you liked him and I didn’t want to get in the way.”

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall forward. “I was hanging out with Bakugou because I couldn’t stand seeing you with Mina so much. I was jealous.” Realization hit, and your eyes snapped open. “Mina knew?”

“Yeah, she’s the only one I told.”

“All those times we hung out and she never said a word.” Chuckling, you shook your head. “I told Shinsou. It’s like the only secret he’s ever kept from Kaminari. I threatened to mutilate him beyond all recognition if he mentioned a word to anyone.” You grinned sheepishly at him.

Kirishima huffed a laugh. “You’ve been spending way too much time with Bakugou. Your threats are just as creative as his.”

“Speaking of, I guess he figured it out on his own then.”

Humming, he shrugged. “He was always the smartest one out of all of us.” He looked over at you again. “So, now it’s your turn.”

Raising an eyebrow, you blinked at him. “For what? A heartfelt confession?” 

“It’s only fair. I told you how I felt. What did you think when you first met me?”

You felt your ears get hot. “Do you want the truth? Because it’s kind of embarrassing.”

Shifting himself on the couch, he leaned against the arm, tanned forearms resting on his knees. “Oh, this should be good.” He teased, grinning.

“Shut up.” You sighed, preparing yourself for his reaction. “When you walked into the kitchen that day, my first thoughts were...uh...pretty dirty. Like X rated.”

Eyes wide, he stared at you. “Really? How dirty are we talking here?”

You covered your face with your hands, mumbling your answer behind them.

“Sorry, what was that?” He was fucking with you again, you could hear the smirk in his voice, and you were tempted to smack him with a throw pillow.

Taking a deep breath, you moved your hands from your face, looking him right in the eye. “I said, I wanted you to step on me.”

Sputtering, he blinked a few times. “What?”

“I mean, you were this...tank, Eijirou. Like this giant man with gorgeous eyes and a killer smile, with the personality of fucking sunshine and you had these big hands and I wanted you to wrap them around my throat and-”

“Whoa whoa whoa, seriously?” His cheeks were as red as his hair, his hands flailing as he stopped your tirade. “You wanted me to…?

Nodding solemnly, you looked him dead in the eyes. “Yes, and I’ve thought about that like every day since then.” 

“I am learning things about you today that I never even imagined.” Blowing a breath out he slumped back, looking shook.

You hurried on, wanting him to know it was more than that. “I mean, after that I got to know you and I love everything about you, Ei. I just, you’re such a good person, better than I could ever be. You care about everyone and you’re always there for me, for all of us, whenever we need you. You’re strong and funny and brave. I always know that I can rely on you.” Sniffling, you couldn’t help the emotions bubbling to the surface. 

“But you also want me to step on you.” He was grinning, his eyes a little wet, too.

Wiping at your eyes with your fingers, you chuckled. “Yes, exactly.”

Sighing, he leaned forward, grabbing your arm and tugging. “Come here.”

Crawling across the couch, you laid down between his parted legs, your head resting on his chest. He wrapped his giant arms around you and kissed the top of your head. 

“Now what?” You asked, realizing you were afraid of the answer. What happened now?

He hummed, and you heard the sound vibrate through his chest. “I was going to suggest a nap, but now I keep thinking about what you said…”

You lifted up to ask what he meant, shifting your body and freezing when you felt something hard brush against your thigh. Eyes meeting his, you bit your lip at the look on his face, feeling a blush creep over your face and down your neck. “Yeah?”

“I figured we can do things out of order a little bit, right? I’m going to take you on a real date and court you properly, like a gentleman and all that, but right now all I can think about is, well…” He sat up, grabbing you around the waist and lifting you like it was nothing, until you were sitting properly on his lap, straddling his hips. When he was satisfied, his hand moved to your throat, putting the smallest amount of pressure on the sides of your neck with his calloused fingertips.

The moan that tore from your throat was low and quiet, but he heard it, muttering a curse under his breath as you became nearly boneless in his lap. “Eijriou.” You managed, licking your lips and gazing at him through half-closed eyes, your blood pounding in your ears.

It was ridiculous how turned on you were in that moment, and he’d barely done a thing. You felt his cock twitch beneath you, and you couldn’t help but grind down on him, the small amount of friction making you shiver.

Suddenly he was guiding you towards him, your noses bumping and breath mingling as he held you in place, his lips just out of your reach. “You don’t know how much I’ve always wanted you, Y/N.” 

Letting your eyes slide closed, you ran your hands up his muscled arms and rested them on his shoulders to keep yourself upright. You were tired of waiting, of keeping yourself from what you wanted. “Show me.”

If you were to die right here on this couch it would have all been worth it. The feeling of his lips on yours, the way he ran his thumb lightly over your throat as he kissed you, had your eyes rolling back in their sockets. You couldn’t get enough of the taste of him, of the feeling of his hard body beneath your fingertips. He was careful with his sharp teeth, tugging at your bottom lip lightly, your tongues sliding together as he rolled his hips against yours.

You pulled back for air finally, taking in his kiss bruised lips and dilated pupils. Reaching down, you tore your shirt over your head, tossing it across the room, never breaking eye contact. You watched his gaze fall to your heaving chest as he worried at his bottom lip for a moment, obviously lost in thought. 

Before you could ask him what he was thinking about, he’d shifted again so that his feet were on the floor. Kirishima lifted you off his lap and put you on your feet in front of him, hands moving to your waist, fingers slipping into the elastic of the leggings you were wearing. He pressed his face to your bare stomach, kissing your skin as he worked your pants down your thighs, slipping them past your knees. You played with his hair, moaning softly as he kissed along your hip.

When he sat back you stepped out of your leggings, feeling exposed. You forgot how to be awkward when he was looking at you like that, hungry and wanting. Stepping forward, you pouted. “Why am I the only one half-naked?”

Chuckling, he pulled his shirt off, and you sucked in a breath, trying to wrap your head around the fact that this man, with a chiseled and perfect body like a Greek god, wanted you.

You didn’t even have time to admire him, because he was moving again, pulling you closer by your thighs, sharp teeth hooking into the front of your panties and dragging them down. Tugging the tie out of his hair, you slid it on your wrist, letting your fingers card through his red locks. He let his hands do the rest of the work until the offending garment was tangled around your ankles. 

Pushing him away gently, you watched him settle back on the couch, red eyes gazing at you as you reached back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor, finally fully exposed to him. Kirishima sucked in a breath, blinking a few times in disbelief. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

You kicked your panties to the side, moving to kneel in front of him, reaching up to grasp the top of his grey sweats, mouth-watering when you started to tug them down. Kirishima was huge everywhere else, so the size of his cock was of no surprise to you. He was massive, long, and girthy, and you couldn’t wait to feel him inside you, stuffing you full.

Rubbing your thighs together for some relief, you left his sweats around his ankles, leaning forward and grasping his cock in your hand. It was almost comical how small your hands looked compared to it. Your eyes locked with his as you licked a long stripe up the shaft, tracing along the prominent vein on the underside, and lapping at the precum dripping from the head. 

Kirishima’s head fell back to rest on the cushion behind him, his fingers tangling in your hair as you took him into your mouth. Your jaw ached almost immediately as you did your best to swallow all of him down, willing your throat to relax. You’d spent so long thinking about how he would taste and sound as you sucked his soul out through his dick, you were going to make the most out of this moment. 

His breathy pants filled the room, along with the obscene slurping sounds of your mouth around his cock. Gripping your hair and tugging lightly, you could tell he was holding back, his thighs shaking with the effort to keep from fucking up into your face. You pulled off, opening your mouth to let him know he could wreck you however he wanted, but he had other plans.

“Come up here, baby.”

The pet name sent shivers through you as you stood up, straddling his lap, his cock pressed up against his stomach. His thumb brushed over your lips, wiping away the spit and pre that spilled down your chin. Cradling your face in his large palm, he pulled you forward and kissed you deeply, his free hand sliding between your bodies. Thick fingers parted your folds, and you lifted up on your knees to give him better access. You moaned into his mouth as he brushed over your clit, gathering the dripping wetness of your cunt along his digits and sliding one finger inside your hole.

You clenched around him, breaking the kiss and keening loudly, your hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. His finger pumped in and out, curling slightly and pressing against your inner walls, stretching you. Gripping your hip with his other hand, he kissed his way down your jaw to your neck and chest, tongue flicking out over your nipple, hot breath ghosting over your skin with a chuckle when you grabbed his head and pulled him towards you.  

One finger turned to two and then three as you rocked and mewled in pleasure, his thumb finding your clit again and pressing against the bundle of nerves, whispered praises reaching your ears as he sucked and bit at your breasts. You were on the edge, wanting to fall over and drown in him, needing to cum all over his fingers and then again on his cock, wanting nothing more than to feel this way forever. 

“Ei I’m gonna…” You panted, unable to form the words.

Grunting, he moved his fingers faster, pressing his thumb in a little harder, his words of praise streaming steadily, telling you how good you were, how pretty you looked. Eyes rolling back, your body tensed, a moan in the sound of his name leaving your lips as you shook, cumming harder than you ever had in your life. 

You were still clenching when he pulled his fingers out of you, his hand slick with release as he tugged on his cock and lined it up with your entrance, your body mourning the loss for mere seconds before he was filling you again. The slick glide of your arousal had you taking nearly all of him, the two of you groaning in tandem at the feeling. Gripping his shoulders, you lifted slightly, slamming your hips back down and taking him to the hilt. The stretch was just on the edge of painful, but his thick digits had stretched you just enough that the pleasure superseded any discomfort.

Still trying to gather yourself after your orgasm, you took a moment to breathe, studying his face, your gaze tracing over the scar on his eyelid, and his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks. An hour ago you never could have imagined you’d be here, panting shakily, drenched in sweat and skin to skin with your best friend and roommate. 

Clenching around him, you held his shoulders, rocking forward and lifting yourself slightly. Kirishima gripped your hips, fucking up into you in a steady rhythm, his lips finding yours once again to swallow the panting moans leaving you. You bounced on his cock, relishing the feeling as he kissed down your neck, his fingertips digging into your flesh, sure to leave bruises for you to admire the next day.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but it didn’t even matter. Just being this close to him, feeling him filling you so completely after wanting him for so long, it could have been minutes and you’d be happy. Knowing he felt for you as strongly as you felt for him was enough. 

His fingers trailed along your front and dipped in between your bodies to rub your clit again, and you felt the pleasure race down your spine, coil tightening again and ready to break. “Oh fuck, Eijirou!”

Growling, he grunted your name as his hips snapped up to meet yours, chasing his release. “I love you, Y/N.”

His words tipped you over again, your breath catching as you came, the wet sounds of his cock plunging into you increasing as you gushed around him. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, completely spent. You held onto him as he slammed into you a few more times, rhythm faltering and hips stuttering until he was filling you up with a loud groan.

Collapsing back onto the couch, he held you to his chest, the two of you gasping for air. It was quiet for a few minutes as he rubbed his palm along your back comfortingly. You felt relaxed and sated, a pleased smile making its way to your face when you thought about what he’d said.

“Hey, Ei?” You pulled back slightly to look at him, giggling when he peeked one eye open to gaze at you.

“You okay?”

“Mm. I just wanted to tell you that I love you, too.”

He looked sheepish, opening both eyes and biting his lip. “I didn’t mean to tell you like that. I wanted it to be romantic.”

“That was plenty romantic, Eijirou.” Rolling your eyes fondly, you shifted in his lap. “I’m just happy to hear you say it.”

“Man, we did this all wrong. I should have at least taken you to dinner first. This is so unmanly of me, I just couldn’t help it.” He frowned. “I’m sorry-”

“You’re too good sometimes, Ei. I’m not complaining, am I?” You raised an eyebrow. “We should go get cleaned up before Bakugou comes home and finds out we fucked on the couch.”

“Please don’t talk about Bakugou while you’re sitting on my dick.” He made a face that caused you to bust into gasping laughter. 

“Oh my god, I can’t.” You wheezed. “You’re ridiculous.” You moved to get up and he stopped you.

With a serious look on his face, he pushed your hair away from your face, his hand lingering near your ear. “I do love you though, Y/N. And I’m glad we finally got here. I didn’t think we ever would.”

Expression softening, you leaned into his palm, smiling at him. “Me too.”

Maybe if you had just told him how you felt all those years ago, you would have been able to have this sooner. But you promised yourself that you wouldn’t dwell on the past, deciding to focus on the future, because you knew it would be filled with more moments with him just like this.

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[mementomoriifics]

Office Hours - Sanemi x Reader (NSFW)

Tags: Student/Teacher, college au, pwp, praise kink, cunnilingus, blowjob, over the desk, reader is cis female

Wordcount: 3965

Author's note: This one was weirdly insanely popular on my ao3 account so lets see if Tumblr appreciates it too!

AO3 link

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The campus had been deserted for a while now, students either having gone home or were about to, as you walked down the hallway with the professor's offices. You fidgeted nervously with the papers you were carrying, a little scared of being in a relatively small space with your professor, Sanemi-sensei.

Sanemi-sensei was well known around campus for all the wrong reasons. He was abrasive, had a temper, refused to button up his shirt (though depending on who you asked, this was far from a problem),... A rumor had even made the rounds that he defenestrated a student once for pissing him off! So you felt like your worry was justified.

Kind of.

And you had to be completely honest with yourself, the fear of being hurled out of a window wasn't the only cause of your nerves. In fact, despite his brash personality, you had foolishly developed a crush of him. He was easy on the eyes in a rough kind of way, his chest was nearly always on display and the cause of plenty of distractions during class and he just... God you shouldn't even be thinking about this.

You turned the corner that would inevitably lead to your professor's office, nerves flaring up something fierce. You swallowed hard as you passed the door to Kanae-sensei's office, then Giyuu-sensei until you halted in front of a plain wooden door that had a plaque reading “Shinazugawa Sanemi”.

Your mouth felt like the Sahara as you raised your hand, rapping your knuckles against the smooth surface of the door. You heard shuffling on the other side before hearing a muffled:

“Enter.”

Steeling yourself, you opened the door, seeing Sanemi-sensei sitting behind his desk. His shirt was open, as always, and his hair a little messier than usual. On his nose perched a thin, wire frame pair of glasses and he looked... tired.

“Can I help you?” He asked, staring you down as you entered the office further, closing the door behind you. The second it closed, your nerves flared up again.

You watched as Sanemi-sensei leaned back in his chair, scarred arms crossing as he impatiently waited for you to find your voice.

“Ah, yes. Sorry for bothering you professor, but I was having trouble with today's lecture. I wasn't sure when your open office hours were so I thought...” You trailed off, holding your notes tighter as Sanemi-sensei stared at you. He seemed to be thinking, suddenly pointing at the chair across from his desk.

“Sit down. I have two more assignments to grade. When I'm done, I'll get to you.”

Rude, but better than what you were fearing.

Silently, you grabbed the chair, pulling it out from under the desk as Sanemi-sensei went back to his work. You put your papers on the desk, folding your hands in your lap as a silence fell in the small room. Sanemi-sensei was pretty much ignoring you as he continued grading the assignments, mumbling under his breath something about 'stupid' and 'this is high school level, for fucks sake'. You tried not to smile, instead busying yourself with subtly looking around.

Sanemi-sensei's office was pretty bare, void of most decoration and personal belongings. There was a desk, a few filing cabinets, a computer and that was about it. The only thing that seemed to be his addition were two pictures on his desk. You could just about make out one of them.

In the picture, you saw a beautiful woman with long, black hair. She was surrounded by children all bearing some resemblance to her. Next to her stood a much younger and scar-less Sanemi, less than pleased to be part of what you assumed to be a family photo.

The sudden clearing of a throat tore you from your snooping, eyes locking with your teacher who seemed less than pleased.

“If you're done sticking your nose where it doesn't belong,” You felt your face flush with embarrassment. “what did you need help with?”

You cleared your throat in turn, grabbing your notes again and scooting a little closer to the desk. Sanemi watched you, some of the hostility leaving his body as you started talking.

“Well, I didn't quite understood this formula.” You started, pointing at the long, difficult formula Sanemi-sensei had explained in class. “I don't quite understand how-”

Sanemi took your notes from you, reading them over. You stayed quiet as you watched him, his basically translucent eyebrows furrowing.

To avoid feeling self conscious, you let your eyes wander, accidentally – or maybe subconsciously on purpose – letting them linger on your professor's chest. He was very in shape and you couldn't help but wonder where all of the scars on him came from. And just how much time he spent at the gym to develop a body like that.

“You wrote down the method of solving it wrong.”

Your notes were put down in front of you a little louder than he should have, pointing a finger at your writing. You blinked a few times, staring owlishly at your teacher.

“I did?”

Sanemi-sensei snorted, nodding.

“Yeah, you did. You're supposed to-” He interrupted himself, standing and rounding the desk. You felt heat creep up to your face as he stood next to you, one hand on the back rest of your chair as he leaned in.

“Right here.” He pointed a finger again. “We talked about-”

You listened, or at least tried to, as Sanemi-sensei explained your mistake.

His presence next to you was intimidating, to say the least. You could feel the warmth coming off of him accompanied by the scent of... red bean paste?

You'd be a liar if you denied that Sanemi-sensei was attractive. And at least on some level, he seemed to be aware of it. Sure he may be an asshole but he looked good in a dangerous sort of way and the fact he was your teacher made the idea even more alluring. Like wanting to eat some sort of forbidden fruit. And in all honesty you wanted him to eat-

“-and then you...” Sanemi trailed off, looking back at you through his glasses. You briefly looked up at him, a little dazed.

“Are you even paying attention?”

You flinched, basically caught in the act. Nodding your head perhaps a little too enthusiastically, you prayed your teacher would ignore the fact you basically just spaced out in the favor of daydreaming about him doing ungodly things to you.

“Yeah, I'm not buying it.” Sanemi-sensei said, standing up straight and crossing his arms again. Your mouth suddenly felt really dry again and you wrung your hands together. God, could you made yourself look even more guitly?

“Sorry, professor, I just... am a little tired.” You lied through your teeth. Sanemi scoffed, staring you down further and making you shrink back in your seat.

“Again, not buying it. Why are you here?”

You felt panic creep up on you, looking up at your teacher. Your mind – uncooperative as ever – painted the picture of him staring down at you in a very different scenario. With you on your knees in front of him, his cheeks tainted faint pink as you-

“I didn't understand the lesson.” you spoke, voice soft. You looked away from Sanemi, not having the nerve to keep looking at your teacher. “It's just been a long day and-”

You felt his hand on your shoulder, freezing as he gave it a gentle squeeze. You willed yourself to look up at him again, seeing him look at you with a certain calculated gaze. As if he was weighing his options or something. He rounded the desk again, sitting down and looking even more tired than before as he removed his glasses.

“Go home. Come back tomorrow when you can pay attention. I'm done with you wasting my time.”

The words made your stomach drop. You didn't want to leave, you still needed help. If only you could keep your mind out of the gutter you'd-

“No, I'll be fine! I jus-”

“It's not up for debate” Sanemi spoke, his voice carrying authority you didn't want to go against. But you did anyway.

“But sir-!”

You watched Sanemi-sensei's eyes widen a touch, his jaw tightening before he stood again and brought his palm down on the surface of his desk.

“Do not call me that,” he said, giving you a stern look that made a shiver run down your spine and settle between your thighs. “And if you're really so keen on staying here, tell me what the fuck you were thinking of. What was so much more important than your education, huh?”

You swallowed hard, regretting pushing back as much as you had. If the earth split open below your feet and swallowed you whole, you'd be grateful for it. Alas, no such thing happened and you were simply faced with Sanemi-sensei staring you down. You opened your mouth a few times, no sound leaving you. Your professor's temper didn't improve.

“C'mon! Out with it!”

“I was thinking about you!” You spat out, squeezing your eyes shut and digging your face in the palms of your hands, dreading the reaction to follow. But instead of laughter, mockery or a demand you leave, you were met with silence.

“About me?” Sanemi-sensei asked. “What about me?”

Oh fuck.

You swallowed hard, refusing to lower your hands.

“A-about you,” you started, shaking slightly. “About you doing... things... to me...”

Your voice was barely above a whisper as you finished the sentiment, wondering if it was humanly possible to die from embarrassment. If it was, you were sure that you'd meet your inevitable demise here in your professor's office.

Silence hung in the room for a moment before you hear your professor move. You peeked through your fingers, seeing him sitting on the desk in front of you. His thighs were spread, his feet finding purchase on the seat either side of you, caging you in. You lowered your hands as he rested his arms on his thighs and leaned in.

You were confused and couldn't quite decipher the expression on his face, watching at his eyes bore into you. He seemed to be considering something again, taking a moment before he spoke again.

“What things.”

This just kept getting worse, didn't it?

You took in a deep breath, holding Sanemi-sensei's gaze for a moment before willing yourself to speak.

“Sexual things, si- Professor.” you corrected yourself. You heard Sanemi hum, the wood of his desk protesting under his weight as he leaned back on his palms. A small part of your brain wondered if maybe he was showing off for you, but you were quick to dismiss that. He couldn't be, right? He shoudln't.

“I'm your professor.” He stated, cocking his head as he gave you a stern look. “You're my student. If something happened between us, It'd cost me my job.”

You cringed slightly.

“I know, it's why I- It's why-” You started, trying to justify your fantasizing about your teacher. “It's why it's all just-”

“Thoughts?” he completed. You nodded, feeling a little bit of your tension easing away as you looked up at your professor again who was still sitting on his desk, holding you hostage. “I'm not so sure about that.”

You gave him a confused look, your professor continuing his reasoning as his eyes bore into yours.

“You think you're subtle, huh? I've noticed you staring. And that skirt you wore the other day barely covered you. Did you hope to catch my attention? Because you did.”

Wait.

Wait wait wait.

What was happening. What on earth was happening.

You swallowed hard again, confusion apparently obvious on your face as Sanemi-sensei kept talking, one of his hands settling on a strong thigh. You watched said hand, how it rested on muscle that seemed a strain for the slacks he was wearing.

“What? Didn't expect me to notice? Well you're wrong. Now c'mon. I wanna know what's going on in your head that you couldn't focus.”

You hesitated, looking down at your hands in your lap as you found the courage to confess. You knew very well that you shouldn't, but the fact your professor seemed to be on board with everything made you perhaps bolder than you should be.

“I was daydreaming about... Being on my knees for you, professor.” You said, hearing him hum again.

“And making you... Feel good.”

You looked up, eyes widening as you saw that the hand on his thigh had migrated to his crotch. He was shamelessly groping himself in front of you. You could see the bulge of his arousal and your mouth started watering at the thought of seeing it uncovered.

“Did I tell you to stop talking?”

You shook your head, eyes still glued to the display in front of you as you kept talking.

“I was thinking about having your,” you paused for a moment. “cock in my mouth. To suck on it.”

Okay you could've phrased that a little better but Sanemi-sensei didn't seem to mind. His hand gripped his length through the fabric of his pants, squeezing for a moment.

“So you couldn't focus on school work because of his?” He spoke, voice a little lower and breathier. The sound of it made you squirm in your seat and wonder what other noises he'd make.

“Yes, professor.” You admitted, past the point of shame. “I think about it a lot.”

Sanemi-sensei chuckled, his hands moving to his belt, your heart skipping a beat as you watched your professor give in. This was happening. He was going to-

He stopped, making you look up at him in confusion. He gave you a stern look again, tongue darting out to wet his lips before he spoke.

“Whatever happens in this office, stays in this office, you understand? If I find out you've been blabbing to anyone, I'll make you fail my class. Understood?”

You nodded eagerly.

“I won't tell a soul, professor. I promise.”

He flinched slightly.

“Just call me Sanemi, please. This is already fucked up enough.”

Your heart started beating faster as you nodded again. Wetness grew between your thighs as it sank in that Sanemi was going to give you exactly what you'd been dreaming of. You couldn't believe that this was actually happening. You were convinced you got sucked into a fanfic or something. You had to be!

“Good. Now,” His hands started moving again, the clinking of his belt sounding so loud to you. You watched with baited breath as he undid his pants, popping the button and pulling the zipper down before leaning back on his hands again. “Go ahead.”

Your previous anxiety was all but forgotten as you reached for his pants. You carefully peeled the fabric of his plain, grey boxers down, gasping as you finally freed his erection from layers of constricting fabric.

He was a little bigger than average, the tip of it flushed a dark red with arousal. A vein ran along the side and before you could stop yourself, you ran your tongue over it. Your professor cursed above you, his thighs tensing as your tongue grazed the head of his pretty cock. You watched his face as you took him into your mouth, his eyes half lidded and his cheeks tinted the lightest dusting of pink.

He looked even better than in you daydreams.

You slowly took more of him into your mouth; eager to please him, when he started talking.

“Is this what you daydream about in class?” His voice was strained, as if he was holding himself back. “Sucking my cock instead of doing what you're supposed to. I wonder, do you fantasize about me fucking you too?”

You nodded, mouth still full of him.

“Good, because I do too.”

The confession made you moan around his dick, Sanemi cursing as he put a hand on the back of your head, making you bob your head at a faster pace.

“You've been driving me fucking mad. Those skirts you wear? Your staring? That pen you keep puttin' in your mouth? Fuck, I've been wanting to bend you over my desk for months now.”

You moaned again as the head of Sanemi's dick grazed the back of your throat. The grip he had on your hair tightened as he slowly made you take more of him. You fought your gag reflex as you heard your teacher groan loudly.

“Thassit.” He mumbled, speech a little slurred. “That's a good girl. Just like that.”

The praise made your heart soar. Your nose pressed against the white hair above his dick, your eyes watering slightly. You forced yourself to swallow, Sanemi cursing loudly above you. A few second later, he let go of you, you pulling off his dick and coughing into your hands. It was the first time you'd managed to take something like that and the reactions it had gotten made any discomfort more than worth it.

“Shit,” Sanemi cursed, wrapping a hand around himself and stroking himself slowly. His eyes were on you, carrying an intensity that almost made you moan. “take of your pants. Bend over my desk.”

He got of his desk, giving you room to complete his request. With trembling fingers, you unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them and your panties down in one go. You bent over at the waist, letting your upper body rest on the desk. Sanemi took place behind you, warm hands settling on your behind, the tips of his fingers digging into your skin a bit. You looked over your shoulder, seeing your professor stare down at your pussy as if transfixed.

“I need to taste you.”

Before the words sank in, Sanemi was on his knees, his mouth on you. You let out a gasp and a whimper, feeling his tongue lap at you like a man possessed. He circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, wrapping his lips around it and sucking harshly, making you arch your back. His hands groped your behind eagerly as he ate you out.

The noises reaching your ears were beyond obscene, the feeling of his tongue making your head spin. You still couldn't wrap your head fully around the fact that your mathematics professor was on his knees behind you but it felt too good to care. And you wanted more.

“Sanemi- 'nemi, please. Fuck me.” You breathed out as Sanemi dragged the flat of his tongue over your slit before sinking it inside of you. Your fingers dug into the desk as best they could, your legs shaking.

Sanemi drew back, rising to his feet again.

“You on something?” He asked, voice thick with lust. You nodded, thanking your lucky stars your parents insisted on you taking the pill when you went off to college. You never knew, after all.

“Good.”

You kept watching as Sanemi spat in his hand, jacking himself off for a moment before he lined himself up with your entrance. He was breathing heavily, his mouth and chin still shiny with your slick. It was the hottest thing you'd ever seen.

Painfully slow, he pushed into you. He stretched you out deliciously, making your toes curl the more he gave you. Your mouth dropped open in a soundless moan as he moved his hands to your hips, thrusting the last few inches into you with a sharp snap of his hips.

“Fuck you're tight.” He breathed, reveling in the feeling of you around him for a moment before he started to thrust. The pace he set was slow but hard and made your head spin.

“You have no fuckin' idea how often I've thought about this.” Sanemi spoke, gritting his teeth. “How often I've jacked off to the thought of you bent over my desk exactly like this.”

You whimpered, moving your hips to meet Sanemi's thrusts, making the man groan. He sped up, his talking continuing much to your happiness.

“How often I – fuck – have thought about just... Keepin' you back after class to fuck you on the lectern. Right there were everyone is gonna look the next day. And you knowin' that's where I finally had my-” you yelped as his arms wrapped around you, forcing you up as he dragged you down into the chair with him. You sat on his lap, his cock impossibly deeper in you now. “way with you.”

Sanemi ground his cock into you, hands shamelessly crawling under your shirt, cupping your breasts and roughly squeezing them.

“Just as soft as I thought they'd be.” He muttered, more to himself than to you. You bit your bottom lip, rolling your hips as you tried to fuck yourself on your teachers cock. He seemed to appreciate that, thrusting up in you as best he could.

“Good girl. That's a real good girl.” He half moaned as he dug his face in your neck, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin there. “My good girl.”

You let out a pornographic moan, your climax nearing far too fast. You reached a hand down, rubbing your clit to chase that feeling none the less. You felt Sanemi move his head, hooking his chin over your shoulder so he could watch.

“You gonna cum?” He asked, breathlessly. His thrusts got faster, his grip on your breasts almost bruising. You nodded. “C'mon. Cum for me. Cum like a good girl. Cum for Sir.”

His words were enough to send you over the edge, moaning as you threw your head back against his shoulder. Your walls pulsing around Sanemi's dick seemed to be enough to make him cum as well, twitching as he spilled himself inside of you.

The both of you were breathing hard as you came down from your high, your professor pressing a lazy kiss against your cheek, babbling barely coherent praises to you. It was also him who finally broke the spell, ushering you surprisingly gentle to stand. Wordlessly, he pulled up your panties and pants, giving your ass a playful spank before he started dressing himself as well. You flushed red as you slowly felt your teachers cum leak out of you onto the fabric of your underwear, a little reminder of what had just happened.

When the both of you were fully dressed and presentable again, Sanemi turned to you, silently handing you your notes back.

“Thanks, professor.” You said, giving him a sheepish smile before taking them. He 'hm'd in reply. You hesitated a moment, not wanting to leave yet but the clock on the wall made it pretty obvious it was getting late. “Thank you for seeing me.”

“Don't worry about it.” Sanemi said, watching you turn to leave. In a move that surprised you both, he reached out and grabbed your arm, stopping you. He drew you in, pressing his lips hard to yours. You let out a surprised noise, it taking you a moment to kiss him back. When you parted, he grinned at you.

“I have some free time this friday, to help you.” He said, you knowing full well what he was implying. “Does four o' clock work for you?”

You nodded, unable to stop the smile spreading on your face. Sanemi smiled back in turn, pressing another bruising kiss on your lips.

“Good. Don't be late.”

“I won't be, Sir.”

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[ahtsumu]

long shots ; miya osamu

pairing: miya osamu x f!reader

synopsis: miya osamu is the teacher’s assistant for food chemistry i. you can’t stop thinking about him.

tag(s): college!au, slow burn, TA!miya osamu, grad student!reader, fluff, reader is a go-getter!! ; warning(s): profanity, suggestive themes, talk of insecurities and imposter syndrome ; wc: 5.6k

a/n: happy birthday to @starrysamu​! i love u. pls excuse any errors. i’ll weed them out later! btw this fic is not a sugar daddy au LOL

HIS NAME IS Miya Osamu and he always looks like he has it all figured out. Comes in every class with his black hair perfectly tousled, the sleeves of his dark button-up rolled to his elbows, a cup of coffee in one hand and the strap of that black messenger bag in another.

“He drives a BMW, did ya know?” Isla says in your ear one morning. Your only friend in Food Chemistry I gives you a pointed look before sitting back in her chair in the lecture hall with a smirk on her face. “Saw it this morning. Bet he’s loaded.” The two of you watch the subject in question walk across the classroom and settle in his seat at the table in the corner.

“Shut up,” you whisper with wide eyes. A grin–– far from innocent–– makes its way onto your face. “Imagine being Miya Osamu’s sugar baby.”

“He’s not old enough to be a sugar daddy.” Isla looks at her nails disinterestedly. “And that’s too many AUs in one. He’s already the TA, for god’s sake. This isn’t some shitty Wattpad novel.”

A light giggle slips out of your lips. “I can see the title already. My Sugar Daddy is the TA?!”

Now, if anyone had been listening in on your conversation, they would’ve assumed many things about you. The first being that you’re both gold-diggers. This is untrue–– at least, in your case. Isla, you’re not so sure about, given how your friendship only goes back about one month. But she tags you in memes on Instagram so maybe it’s as real as real gets. Their second assumption would be that you have a big fat crush on your TA. That one’s complicated, mostly because it’s true, but only kinda. It all started in the second week of school when Isla caught you staring at Osamu and slipped you a post-it note with both your initials encircled in a heart. And, because you’re shameless with a good sense of humour, you made a show of kissing it while she was looking. And thus began your meaningless but incredibly entertaining, satirical, co-written fantasy about Miya Osamu.

It also didn’t help that on the first essay you got back, Isla’s paper had been marked up with “are you sure?”s and “this is a jump”s, while yours had “excellent reasoning” and “insightful analysis”. You’d even gotten a little comment at the bottom: y/n, fantastic work. you should speak up in class more often. –– OM

But Miya Osamu doesn’t play favourites because the next week you’d gotten another essay back, this time with another comment at the bottom: y/n, not your best work. you could’ve done better by connecting your first paragraph with the second using grant’s reading. conclusion lacked punch, too. all the best. –– OM

Every time you’d read the words scrawled in blue ink, you’d felt a pair of eyes on you. But you chalk it up to Osamu being a careful grader. A good TA. Someone who cares about his students.

Isla calls bullshit on that. You’re not really sure how to feel about her stance.

The classroom door opens and shuts again. You don’t have to look at your phone to know that it’s nine on the dot. Instead, you and Isla straighten your backs, pull out your notebooks, and focus. Your no-nonsense professor says “good morning” in her usual perky manner before jumping right into her keynote presentation.

“Did you all find the reading okay?” Professor Lee asks an hour into the lecture.

A chorus of “yes”s fill the air. You bite your lip, wondering if revealing that you didn’t understand shit will out you as the class idiot. Or maybe your silence is telling enough–– maybe the people in the seats beside you have noticed the grimace on your face and are having thoughts like ‘gee whiz, am I glad I’m not dumb like her’. Heat rushes to your cheeks. Sometimes you really wonder if you’re smart enough to be here. Occurrences like these do nothing to dispel your insecurities.

You vaguely hear her ask something like, “Any thoughts about the reading?” It’s not that you’re actually dumb. It’s just that this class is ridiculously hard for an introductory course, even for a graduate programme. From the start of the semester til now, fifteen people have dropped the class. There’s just twenty of you left. Guess a ridiculously hot TA can’t save a course’s drop-rate.

Before you can make your mind up on what to say, your professor moves on from her question.

As you look off to the side of the room for a break from your thoughts, you find a pair of blue-grey eyes pointed in your direction.

Everything about you, from the expression on your face to the way your muscles tense, makes you look like a deer caught in headlights–– even though he was the one caught staring in the first place. So maybe your shamelessness works on a scale.

Miya Osamu lifts one corner of his mouth.

And as if the exchange hadn’t happened at all, he looks back down at his laptop and continues typing.

The rest of the lecture goes through one ear and out the other.

“Everyone, I believe Osamu has something he wants to say,” Professor Lee says as everyone begins packing their bags.

The raven-haired TA slides out of his seat and sits on top of his desk. “Yeah.” Osamu clears his throat and crosses his arms over his chest. You notice how the muscles in his arms bulge from the movement.

“Whipped,” Isla mutters, grinning mischievously.

“Him for me,” you whisper back, though your eyes do travel back to his face where they should’ve been all along. Osamu catches your gaze and holds it. And then he looks away again.

“Now, I know you’re all Nobel prizewinners in the making,” he begins, garnering a round of snickers and giggles from your classmates. Most people say that cliques dissolve in college. That there’s no such thing as popularity amongst graduate students. That much, you agree with. But no one ever said anything about popular teacher’s assistants. Especially smart, attractive, witty teacher’s assistants like Miya Osamu. “But in case you didn’t understand the reading or would like to develop a deeper understanding of it, don’t hesitate to email me. I’ll try to host a review session all of us can attend.”

Professor Lee smiles appreciatively at Osamu, adding, “That’s a wonderful idea, Osamu. Guys, please take this opportunity if you struggled with the reading. I know eighty pages is a lot, but our next three classes are structured around the concepts in the reading and the mid-term next week will almost exclusively be about it, too.”

Well, shit.

To: [email protected]

Hi Osamu,

I was wondering if I could get some help with the reading from last class. To be frank, I couldn’t make it past page 15 and I’m lost like a snot-faced five-year-old in a shopping mall on Black Friday. Sorry. Thanks in advance!

Regretfully,

Y/N

MS Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

From: [email protected]

no problem. is 5 pm tomorrow at jack’s okay? we start on the concepts from the reading next class so i want to get you up to speed asap. let me know. thanks.

OM

PhD Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

It’s five minutes to five when you pull into the parking lot of Jack’s Diner. The shiny, retrofuturistic eatery is a university favourite but the empty parking lot tells you it’s completely deserted right now (and rightfully so–– who eats dinner before six?). The black BMW parked a few spots from your car, however, says that you’re not alone.

Osamu’s figure comes into view as you reach for the handle to the front door of Jack’s. The twenty-six-year-old sits by himself at one of the bright red tables in the back, typing away on his dark grey laptop.

His head lifts up at the sound of the opening door. Osamu calls out your name and waves you over.

“Hi,” you greet with a smile, sitting down across from him.

“Hey.”

You look around before leaning forward on the table. “Is anyone else coming?”

“No.” Osamu sits back in his seat. “I thought about hosting one big group, but then I realised that it’d probably be stressful for the staff here.” He nods his head in the direction of the kitchen. “And I had a hunch that everyone would have different questions. Forcing everyone to review concepts they already know is a waste of time.”

At first, you nod. That makes sense. But then you furrow your brows. “So how long have you been here?”

Osamu blinks. He hadn’t expected you to ask about him. “Hmm? Oh.” He taps his phone to check the time. “Just a while.”

Quirking a brow, you ask, “And how long is ‘a while’ to you?”

“Seven hours,” he admits, chuckling lightly when he sees your jaw drop. “A lot of people had questions. They just don’t act like they do. Anyway, time flies. Really, it does.” Quickly, he clears his throat and sits forward. “So, about your email.” He grins. “Not sure if you meant it to be funny, but it was.”

“I’m glad my distress was entertaining for you. Do you TA just to watch grad students suffer?”

“Perks of the job,” Osamu says. His grin widens when you giggle. He’s never heard you laugh before and he realises at that moment that it’s really nice. And then that same grin falters. Gracefully, of course, and imperceptibly to you. But not to him. Is it okay for him to be… thinking things like that? About a student? But you’re not really his student since he’s just the TA. Right? Osamu ignores the weird feeling that comes over him and clasps his hands together at the edge of his laptop. “Back to your email. Can ya tell me what you’re confused about?”

Three hours and two Impossible Burgers later, you suddenly understand everything about food molecules so well that you wonder why you’d even been confused in the first place. But besides that, you’ve also picked up things about Osamu. As a person and not an idea. Not that you’d been actively searching for fun facts about your TA. But they’d stuck to your brain like gum at the bottom of a desk. He likes to slip sarcastic quips into a conversation every now and then. Eats burgers upside down (“The right way,” as he’d said, smirking). Is friendlier than he looks.

“You’re really good at explaining things,” you comment as Osamu shuts his laptop closed.

“Well, I kinda have to be,” he says. And maybe it’s the mental fatigue catching up on him or the fact that he’s real fond of the reason why he can break big concepts down into morsels but suddenly, the rest of his thoughts spill out his mouth like wine. “I have a twin brother with potato salad for brains.”

“Oh?”

And before he can stop himself, he tells you about Miya Atsumu, the pro-athlete you’ve definitely heard of but never gave too much thought. And then you hold onto the fact that they were both on the volleyball team and you ask of which school, so then he tells you about Inarizaki, the high school he attended, and then his decision not to go pro to go to college, and then––

“Sorry,” he laughs, cheeks turning pink. “You probably didn’t need to hear all that.”

“No, it’s fine,” you say–– and you mean it. “Your life is interesting.”

Osamu leans back in his chair. “Well, I’m sure yours is, too.” He holds your gaze like it’s the key to your presence. It’s an invitation. The kind that comes from people who don’t really know if they want you around but also don’t want you gone.

You take it.

Osamu shouldn’t–– he really shouldn’t–– but he wonders about the things you didn’t tell him the entire drive home.

Isla laughs when you tell her about what happened at Jack’s. You lay in bed with your phone next to you on speaker, your face turned on your pillow so that you’re staring out the window at the city below.

“He wants you,” she sings.

“Or he was just being nice.”

“Methinks not!” Isla giggles. “He’s intrigued, girl! You’re like that cute little new mystery in his life and he just wants to get to know you.”

“I think he was just being polite.”

“Or he’s crushing on you!”

“In your dreams.”

“You mean yours? Boo, you’re no fun today. Usually, you go along with the jokes.” Isla’s tone is playful on the surface but full of implications.

A few silent seconds pass. Yeah, you think, agreeing. I do.

“Girl,” Isla drags out the word in a high pitch, saying it like a scientist says ‘eureka’. “You’re not playing along anymore because it’s real now. You're actually catching feelings!”

“Am not!” you laugh.

“The Y/N I knew would’ve said ‘nah, bitch, he’s catching feelings’ and I think that says all there is to say.”

“Okay, I think he’s cute but it’s not a crush,” you concede, grinning. “And he’s the TA, Isles. It’d never happen.”

“Not while he’s still a TA in a class you take.”

“Isla.”

“Ask him out once this semester ends! Unless you’re chicken.”

“I’m not asking him out.”

“Knew you were––”

“Have you seen me? He’s asking me out.”

Miya Osamu walks through the door at eight-fifty as usual that next morning, dressed in his usual button-up, holding his usual cup of coffee. But this time, as the rest of his tall frame passes through the doorway, Osamu’s eyes subtly scan the faces in the lecture hall, lingering for just a while over yours. The corners of your lips turn up. You hope he saw that.

“Bitch!” Isla whisper-screams. The students sitting around you turn around at the noise and grin at each other when they realise it’s just Isla being… well, Isla. She shoos them away jokingly.

“What?” you whisper back.

“Care to explain why our TA was literally eye-fucking you?”

“That was hardly eye-fucking,” you retort. “Maybe like an eye-handshake.”

“Yeah, a naked eye-handshake where his thang is handshaking your––”

He does it again the next class.

And the next.

And then he doesn’t. Miya Osamu walks through the door to Food Chemistry I at eight-fifty in the morning in a navy blue button-up with a cup of coffee in his hand and looks through the rows of seats in the lecture hall for your face, only to find it missing.

He debates pressing the matter.

To: [email protected]

hey osamu,

i wasn’t in class today because i’ve been sick with the flu (no big deal, just feel like i’m dying). a classmate sent me pictures of the slides from today so i think i should be fine, but is it okay if i email you with any questions? thank you very much!

miserably,

Y/N

MS Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

From: [email protected]

y/n,

of course. sorry to hear that you’re sick. let me know if i can do anything to help you. the midterm is next week. get well soon.

OM

PhD Candidate

College of Agriculture and Life Sciences

Haikyuu University

“You writing that the midterm is next week did not offer me any peace of mind, by the way,” you say, spinning around in your chair as Miya Osamu enters your pod in the library.

He offers you a wry grin. “Hello to ya, too.”

“Was that an accent?” You thought you’d heard one at Jack’s, but you couldn’t be sure because it’d been so spotty.

Osamu slips into the seat beside yours and pulls out the laptop in his messenger bag. You catch a whiff of his cologne–– something spicy and woody, but clean. It suits him. “Nice catch. Yeah, I speak a regional dialect. Took me a while to smooth it over but it still resurfaces every now and then.”

“Why?”

“It just didn’t seem fitting for a PhD candidate, I guess,” Osamu explains, opening the slides from the class you missed. A day after your initial exchange, you’d emailed him again (with a much clearer mind) and asked if he could go over the slides with you in person.

i literally feel like i’ve been given the homework from russian lit, you’d written. except the russian has been translated to hieroglyphs and my task is to choreograph an interpretive dance based on the hieroglyphs.

Osamu had snickered when he saw your email. that doesn’t even make sense. must be the fever talking, he’d been tempted to write. But that strange feeling had come over him again, the one that’d screamed at him to keep it professional, goddamnit, so he’d played it safe instead and sent is eight pm at the main library okay? He hates that you’re getting a watered-down version of his personality. Osamu swears he’s a lot more interesting when he’s not, well, a TA.

“I think it’s fine,” you say, smiling. “I like it. It’s you.” And suddenly, you’re wondering if it’s okay to be complimenting your TA. If it’s okay to say that you like things about him, or if that crosses some grey, unclear line. Is it weird to treat your TAs like they’re your friends? It’s not like TAs are real teachers. Right?

A grin–– wide and genuine and almost excited–– grows on Osamu’s face. He rubs the back of his neck as his eyes flit over to the laptop screen. “Thanks. Really.”

You nod. But you feel like there’s more that he might want to say, so you wait.

“I got a lot of shit for it when I came here for my master’s, y’know. Not to my face, of course, but people would refer to me as ‘the guy with the accent’. A professor once said it made me seem crass. Said it’d hold me back in my career.”

“So you changed.”

“Adapted,” Osamu corrects. “It’s hard to admit but conforming is sometimes all you can do when you don’t have the power to change the system. Can’t really make everyone suddenly respect a dialect.”

“And after you’re finished with your PhD, you’ll go back to speaking in that dialect?”

Osamu looks out the window and smiles, probably imagining the plans he’s already made about the future. “Yeah.”

“What if you have to speak the standard language at your job? Like, your boss is all, ‘hey man, if you don’t speak––”’

“I’ll be the boss.”

“Oh?”

And with a little more prodding, Miya Osamu tells you about the restaurant chain he plans on opening after graduation, the slides about food additives left completely untouched.

The librarian knocks on your pod a few minutes before eleven to tell you they’re closing.

“Shit,” Osamu murmurs, running his hands through his hair. You’re still laughing about something he’d said before the librarian interrupted him–– one of his stories from high school–– and he thinks that you’ve completely forgotten that the reason you came to the library was to catch up on the material you were already behind on. And now you’re behind on that. But you look so carefree right now and, actually, you’re very pretty and you’ve got such a good heart and it’s a lot for him to process but he knows he just wants to see you happy a while longer. So Osamu just slumps back in his chair and laughs along with you.

He says your name as his chuckles grow softer. “It’s pretty late. How’re you getting home?”

“I’ve a bike,” you reply. It’s good for the environment and is a pretty solid form of exercise if you do say so yourself. Sometimes you just don’t feel like driving. 

Osamu presses his lips in a thin line. Would it be too much to offer you a ride? “I can drive you home. It’s really not safe for you to be alone outside, especially near midnight. You can get your bike tomorrow. Or I’ll get it for you.”

He drives fast. Not the unsafe fast that speed demons drive at, but the kind of fast where you know he’s got some edge to his character. You bring it up to him–– especially since it’s nighttime, for god’s sake, he could hit something–– and all he does is remind you how there are lamps as bright as the sun lining the entire road to your dorm. And the fact that you live in the least accessible dorm on campus.

“A twenty-minute drive?” he’d exclaimed when he saw the GPS monitor.

“A bunch of roads are closed for construction. It’s a ten-minute bike-ride because I can cut through campus.” And suddenly feeling a little burdensome, you’d added, “Sorry. I can still bike––”

“No.” He’d held his hand out in front of you, gesturing for you to stay in the passenger’s seat. “It’s not a bother at all.” Because it wasn’t. Osamu was… happy. Not that he’d admit that.

“So this BMW,” you start in a teasing tone.

Osamu smirks. “A gift.”

“Can I guess from who?”

“Sure.”

“Atsumu.”

His brows rise. “Colour me impressed.” He hadn’t expected you to remember anything he’d said about Atsumu. Or maybe he had but told himself otherwise to lower his hopes.

“I’m smart like that.”

He snorts. “Not if you keep distracting me and using your review time to…” hang out with me, get to know me, tell me things about you… “…goof off.”

You grimace. “Yeah. Sorry about that.”

Osamu makes a turn down a familiar street. It dawns upon you that you're ten minutes away from your dorm and suddenly you wish he’d just make the wrong turn at the next intersection so that you could talk to him some more. It can even be about the health benefits of fish or the molecular makeup of kale–– you don’t mind. You just want to be around him longer.

“I think you’re really smart,” Osamu says quietly. “I think you’re not processing the readings because you’re distracted, or just not fully applying yourself. Obviously, last class’s slides are a different thing, since you were absent. But you really are smart. I’ve seen your papers.”

You bite your lip to hide your grin, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. “Thank you.” You look out the window, too jacked on dopamine to think straight. “I think I still need you, though.”

And that innocuous little sentence floats right out your mouth into the air, settling between you like a little wedge before either of you even realise it. Neither of you says anything. You marinate in the awkwardness before stuttering out a clarification. “To, um, to explain things. Y’know, since you’re, uh, so good at… explaining things.”

Osamu clears his throat and chuckles stiffly. There’s a slightly pink tinge to his cheeks. “Thanks,” he says, looking straight ahead. He can’t even look at you. Fuck. It’s so awkward. “I’ll try to keep… explaining things.” Fuck. What does that even mean?

A few uncomfortable minutes pass in silence. The night can’t end like this, you think. It can’t when everything else had gone so well. You still have to see him for a few more months. “Did you know,” you start, catching Osamu’s attention, “that Jack’s Diner has a location in Italy?”

“Oh?” he asks, making the final turn to the street where your dorm is. He actually hadn’t.

“Yeah. I asked the owner about the chain a while back. Have you ever been to Italy?”

Osamu shakes his head. “I’ve been to Paris, though. To see a friend. He’s a chocolatier.”

Now, if Osamu had been your friend, you would’ve said something like well, let’s go to Italy together, except he’s not. He’s your TA and you’ve been reminded that enough tonight. So instead, you say, “When you open that restaurant of yours in Italy, let me know.”

“That’s gonna take a while,” he laughs. He appreciates how you said ‘when’, though. And he tucks that little bit of confidence you have in him somewhere deep in his mind so that it doesn’t get lost.

“Isn’t that just seven hours?” you shrug, grinning. Osamu’s BMW pulls up outside your dorm and parks as he marvels at what you just said. You’re amazing. You unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to face your driver.

“Thank you for driving me,” you say, offering him a smile.

“Yeah,” he replies.

You stretch out your hand. With a puzzled look on his face, Osamu grabs it and shakes it. Firmly. You can’t help but notice how nice his hands are. Calloused for sure, but they feel nice.

“Goodnight, Osamu.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

He watches you jog into the building before driving away. And it’s like you’ve possessed his car or something because the smell of your shampoo and perfume is everywhere and it’s too much but it’s also not enough at the same time and he can feel your palm against his as he spins the steering wheel to make a turn and for the first time in his life he doesn’t turn on the radio to fill the silence in his car. Osamu replays everything you said in his head.

But he especially thinks about that part where you said you need him.

Weeks melt into months. You turn in essays after essays for Food Chemistry I, each coming back with detailed commentary in an all-too-familiar blue scrawl. All your other classes go well–– extremely well, actually. You might just end the semester with a 4.0 if Food Chem doesn’t fuck you over. Isla still tags you in memes on Instagram. You still tell her about everything that happens with Osamu.

Speaking of.

“That’s the wrong equation,” he says behind your ear as he settles in the seat beside you. The sound of his low voice so close to your ear sends a small shiver down your spine. “You gotta switch the hydrogens.” Osamu knocks on your skull lightly. “What’s goin’ on up in there? Ya got somethin’ on your mind?”

You laugh and elbow him in the side. “Shut up, ‘Samu.” He’d told you during one of his office hours that he’d gone by that nickname because he had a teammate with a foreign name in high school. It sounded so cool, he’d said, grinning.

I think Osamu sounds pretty cool already, you’d teased.

And he’d replied, Let’s trade. I like yours, you like mine, why not share?

You teeter on the line between friends and less-than-friends and, oddly enough, more-than-friends. Sometimes you still play it safe. Sometimes he pauses between texts and real-time conversations, no doubt to scrap an instinctive reply for something more “professional”. Sometimes you say things that make him look at you with the ghost of a smile at the corners of his lips. Sometimes he calls Atsumu to scream about you.

“S’not a no,” Osamu points out. He’s dressed in a black sweater and grey trousers today. You’re suddenly reminded of how the weather’s been getting colder when someone opens the door to the university café and lets in a gust of chilly autumn air.

“Okay,” you admit, setting down the pencil. “I just… don’t really feel prepared for this next test.”

Osamu frowns and looks down at your worksheet. “Your process is correct, though.”

“Right, but… I don’t know. I’ve just not been feeling great about myself lately,” you laugh, looking down at your feet. “Food Chem’s the toughest class I’ve ever taken. And remember how I completely embarrassed myself in that class discussion last week? It’s not really making me feel like I belong here.”

“Imposter syndrome,” Osamu remarks.

“Correct-o.”

He says your name softly and puts a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Maybe you’re not the smartest, but you’re definitely smart. And you belong here. I’ve seen your papers. They’re just as great as anyone else’s and I don’t hand out compliments for nothin’. You’re gonna do some great things but ya can’t improve if you ever give up.” Osamu searches your eyes for a sign of your understanding.

There’re a lot of things you want to say but you don’t know how to put them into words. “Can I hug you?” you finally ask.

Osamu doesn’t even think about it. “Of course.”

He feels you smile against his chest and wonders if you can feel his heart beat faster.

Isla camps out in your dorm as finals come around the corner.

“I don’t understand shit!” she wails, throwing her notebook into the air.

“Isles, it’s okay,” you laugh, slipping out of your chair and walking over to her nest in the corner. “You gotta chill, dude.”

“Not fair! I didn’t have a hunk holding my hand through this course all semester,” she retorts, humour glittering in her dark eyes. “I had the Organic Chemistry Tutor and his accent’s cute enough but, girl, you had Miya Fucking Osamu!”

“You’re literally the worst.” You giggle and sit down beside her. “Tell me what you’re confused about. I’ll try to explain it to you.” The way Osamu does.

You text him that you’d channelled his brains later that night.

His reply comes seconds later. all you, einstein.

From: osamu

good luck on the exam

you’re going to kill it

To: osamu

would u like to divulge any… information about it? 😏 😏 😏

From: osamu

bye

To: osamu

i was kidding :(

From: osamu

fine. tip #1: write your name

To: osamu

not very helpful. 0/10

From: osamu

keep running your mouth and 0/10 is what your score’s going to be

i’m kidding

you got this, y/n

“Holy fuck,” Isla groans as you cross the street to head to lunch at Jack’s. “If you don’t see me next semester it’s because I’ve gotten my grade back and decided to drop out.”

“What would you do?” you ask, amused.

“Maybe move to New Zealand. Raise some sheep. Marry a hot, blond shepherd and fuck off to a cliffside cottage.”

“Solid plan.”

“What about you?” she asks.

“What about me?”

“Remember that conversation we had at the start of the year? About your man?” The two of you reach another red light for pedestrians.

“We’re friends. He’s not my man,” you laugh. Though it pains you to. Something about being Miya Osamu’s friend doesn’t really sit right with you, but you don’t know how to not be his friend. You don’t know how to move out of the corner you’ve backed yourself into.

“But you wish he were! And now you can finally hit him with that ‘Hey, Osamu, I’ve been madly in love with you since the start of the semester, wanna fuck like rabbits and then open that store in Italy?’ and he’ll be all––”

A throat clears behind you. With wide eyes, the two of you turn around.

Holy fuck.

Miya Osamu stands behind you with his hands in his pockets and an enormous smirk on his face.

“He’ll be all what?” he asks, eyes fixed on you.

Isla murmurs an excuse and starts walking on her own to Jack’s.

“Um.” You swallow nervously and shrink in your coat. “You heard all of that, right?”

“Yep.” Osamu grins. He grins. He’s grinning. He’s smiling like he’s won the fucking lottery and you honestly don’t know what to do with that information.

“So, like,” you look down at the sidewalk and kick at a pebble, “what are your thoughts about that?” God, you could die. “‘Cause I know you’re a TA and it’d probably look pretty bad and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you because I like you and it’s cool if we just…”

Osamu interrupts you with a laugh. “My thoughts,” he says, “are that I want to kiss you.” His fingers lift your chin up. “What are your thoughts about that?”

Well, shit. “I think that’s pretty cool, yeah,” you breathe, eyelids fluttering shut as his face comes closer to yours.

He tastes like mint. And his lips move softly, slowly against yours like he’s savouring the moment. And then you feel his hands snake around your waist to pull you closer–– closer because you both are tired of forcing the distance between bodies that want to be near each other, closer because he’s thought about kissing you just like this for so long, closer because you remember the last time he’d touched you was three days ago and it was just a brush of his fingers against your arm and that feeling of wanting more haunted you for the entire night. But holy shit, Miya Osamu is kissing you. He’s kissing you.

And then he pulls away. His dark eyes flit over yours. “I,” he breathes, “I need your course load next semester.”

“What?” you ask, disbelief written all over your features, chest rising and falling as you try to steady your breathing. You just kissed, for God's sake, and he's––

“I need to know which courses not to apply to TA for,” he grins, cupping your face in his hands. “Can’t be teachin’ in a class with my girlfriend as a student.”

“So we’re official?” you ask, beaming.

“If you want,” Osamu replies with a smirk.

You grab the front of his coat and tug him down for another kiss. “Hell yeah, I want to be official.”

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