#today was our last class of the semester and one of my students got me a gift | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

jockbroski34 · 1 month

Text

The Bro Cap

Biology was my favorite class this semester. Not only did I find science to be interesting, but I also shared the class with one of the hottest guys in the school: Aaron Moore. He was the star of the school’s baseball team as a pitcher and he was the talk of the school. Girls were always swooning over him for how tall and handsome and athletic he was. He was good at every sport; football, basketball, and so on, but in school, he played baseball. He was a major source of envy for a lot of guys. A lot of guys wished they could be him. I, however, wanted to be with him. Fortunately, I sit behind him in class, so I get the best view of him, despite being from behind. At least it meant he wouldn’t see me watching him.

I often found myself getting distracted by him. Even if I couldn’t see his face, I could see his broad shoulders, which were built like mountains, as well as his arms which were shaped like mounds of muscle. His tall stature sometimes made it hard to look at the board, not that it was the main place my eyes were looking at in the first place. His favorite baseball hat, adorned with our school team’s logo on it, was worn backwards like most of the jocks at the school. He didn’t come off like the rest of them though. His relaxed vibe made him easy to talk to and he could be quite funny compared to the rest of the meathead jocks. He got along with everyone really well, making him very well-liked. Although he was far from the smartest guy in the class, I could tell that he tried. It was no wonder why he was so popular.

Today, I was daydreaming when I was disrupted by our teacher, Mr. Martin. I felt him stare directly at me, almost as if he knew I wasn’t paying attention. It was like he could read my every thought, and honestly, if that were true, that’d be extremely humiliating. The last thing I needed was for my crush on Aaron to be exposed to the rest of the class. Knowing how embarrassing he could be, I wouldn’t put it past him. He asked me a question, and I thankfully already knew the answer, as I awakened from my daydream.

“Correct! I wasn’t sure if you were paying attention or not,” he chuckled. “You always look like you’re off in your own little world. But you still manage to do well. You gotta tell the rest of your class your secret.” Looks like someone has caught on to my tendencies. Mr. Martin was a middle-aged guy, probably in his 30s. He looked good for his age, and was a pretty relaxed and carefree teacher.

The class went by as usual, and eventually we were dismissed. All of the other students dispersed, but I needed to ask our professor a question about the homework. He helped clarify things for me thankfully. I was about to leave, but then he pointed out something on the ground.

“Hey Aiden, doesn’t Aaron sit in front of you? That’s his hat, right?” he asked.

“Yeah, I always see him wear it.” It was unusual for him to have left it here by accident.

“Do you know if you can bring it to him today? If not, I can keep it here until next class.”

“I’ll hold onto it until I see him next. I have a feeling I’ll run into him later.” I don’t know why I said that. We don’t have any other classes together and we certainly aren’t close enough to be friends, even if I wished we were. I’m also not on the baseball team. Either way, my professor smiled for helping him out.

Regardless, I grabbed Aaron’s hat, but instead of chasing after him, I realized I really needed to go to the bathroom. He was probably long gone anyways. After I went, I noticed that I was still holding onto his hat. I went to observe it and I noticed that it smelled a little like him, with a mix of sweat from wearing it all day and whatever shampoo he used. I knew I shouldn’t, but I felt a sudden urge to put Aaron’s hat on. Despite the fact that I would feel really embarrassed if someone saw me wearing it, I knew I would likely never get this opportunity again. I was completely alone, so it’s not like there’s anything wrong with it. It wasn’t just any hat, it was Aaron’s. It’s not like he had lice or anything. What’s the worst that could happen?

And so I put it on, wearing it backwards like he would. Strangely, for a few seconds, I felt as though time had completely stopped. The leaky sink faucet paused its rhythmic dripping. The stomping of feet in the hallway deafened. My watch skipped a tick. But as time seemed to return to its natural course, I was able to see how I looked. I had to admit, I looked really good in it. I wouldn’t call myself an unattractive guy, but Aaron was way out of my league. Despite that, a smirk appeared on my face. A wave of confidence washed over me, almost like a little bit of Aaron had rubbed off on me. Suddenly, I didn’t really feel like taking it off anymore. I wasn’t too worried about what would happen if Aaron or one of his friends saw me wearing it.

After admiring myself in the mirror for a few minutes, I realized that I was late to my next class, algebra. I had no idea I had spent so much time checking myself out. I must’ve lost track of time. As I walked to my seat, I felt like all eyes were on me for some reason. I never used to make much of an impression on most people. I was quiet and had only a couple friends. Normally, I would’ve felt a little anxious with so many people staring at me, but I didn’t really give a shit now.

“Late as always, aren’t we Aiden?” the teacher remarked. Very funny. I always showed up on time. I sat down in my seat, but it didn’t feel right. My body squeezed tight into the desk. I felt like I was sitting in a chair meant for a middle schooler. Weird. Something weird is going on, but I can’t figure out what it is.

The class was just as weird because I felt like my classmates were a little more talkative. I couldn’t focus during class due to being distracted by someone whispering. I still felt a couple of their eyes on me. I looked over and made brief eye contact with one of the girls on the far side of the room. She immediately looked away and giggled towards one of her friends. Her cheeks turned a deep crimson, the color of passion. She was cute, but definitely out of my league. I wasn’t straight either way, so I didn’t care if she was into me.

Normally, I was good at math, even if I didn’t like it, but I felt myself struggling to answer questions today. Something must be wrong. The room felt hotter than usual, and I felt myself sweat a little and my body started to ache. I noticed that I smelled a little like Aaron’s cologne. I’ve recognized his scent from sitting behind him, but for that smell to linger and for me to smell like him is really weird.

Class was dismissed, and this was usually when I went to lunch. I received a text from one of my friends, Bryan, from half an hour earlier.

Bryan: Hey, me and the guys are getting food. Wanna come with?

Normally, we always got lunch at the same time. But for some reason, I didn’t really want to? That’s weird for me. I felt my fingers move on my own as they typed out a message.

Me: nah bro i dont feel like it mayb sum other time dude

I didn’t text like that normally. Nor did I turn down my friends. Is it the…Before I could finish my thought, I was interrupted by the booming sound of two guys further down the hall, with one of them calling my name. They were two jocks. I recognized that they were both friends with Aaron because they hung out together a lot. What did they want? I didn’t really get along well with either of them or the rest of their kind. Hopefully they didn’t think I was a pervert for wearing Aaron’s hat and beat me up.

“Sup bro, we were just about to get some food before hitting the gym. Wanna come with?” the other jock asked me. Judging from his tone, he seemed surprisingly friendly with me.

Were they serious? Did these jocks actually think I was one of them? I would never get an opportunity to hang out with them again, so I agreed. Part of me felt guilty for ditching my nerdy friends to hang out with the jocks, but I knew they were cool guys. My perspective on these two big jocks changed as I walked with them. For some reason, I felt a strong sense of camaraderie with them, almost like I’ve known them for a long time. I’m not sure why I was so intimidated by them before. They were really chill.

I saw another one of my friends as I walked with my new friends. I waved to him, but he barely seemed to notice me. Was he mad at me for skipping lunch with them or did he seriously not recognize me since I was hanging out with the jocks? It almost felt like he didn’t know me at all.

I pulled out my phone to see what was up with him, until I realized that Bryan had finally responded to me.

Bryan: My bad. Thought you were someone else. He must’ve given me the wrong number.

Was this some kind of prank? He obviously knew my number. Of course he knows who I am. Whatever, I don’t care what a nerd like him thinks. I put my phone away and resumed chatting with my jock friends. You know, my real friends. I noticed as I walked with them that they didn’t look as big and menacing as they seemed. Either that or maybe I hit my growth spurt recently.

We went and got food, with the jocks making sure I got enough protein. I swear I almost never eat this much. The jocks must eat a lot to stay in shape, I thought to myself. But did they seriously want me to go to the gym with them? I had class soon. But these guys were cool and I didn’t want to disappoint my bros. I figured I could miss a day and go lift with them. As long as it doesn’t turn into a habit.

I realized as we stepped into the gym that I had never worked out before nor had I stepped into an actual gym. I was worried about coming across as weak and humiliating myself in front of them. I changed into some clothes that I'm not really sure when I bought, a tank top and gym shorts. To my surprise, I simply followed the motions of my bros and I was able to work out with them just fine. I noticed that I was able to keep up with their workouts, and I surprised myself with how much I could lift. It shouldn’t have been possible to lift as much as they did but maybe they were just going easy on me because they knew I was a beginner. By the time we finished, I was just in time for my last class. But just before I parted ways with my new friends, one of them said something that caught me off guard.

“Later, Moore.”

Must’ve been a slip of the tongue. There was no way in hell they mistook me for Aaron. At least it gave me a mental reminder to give Aaron his hat back next time I see him. Although…his hat is so nice that I’m a little tempted to keep it for myself. He could always just get another one, right? I just don’t want him to see me wearing it though, so I’ll only do it when he’s not around.

In class, everyone was still staring at me as if I went to school in my underwear. Maybe there was something weird about me, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I did smell a little bit since I came from my workout, but I don’t think it was that. I shrugged it off. They can stare all they want for all I care. I felt incredibly sore after my workout, and my arms looked unnaturally swollen. If I had to be honest, I almost felt as big as the two jocks I worked out with. But in such a short amount of time? With no prior lifting experience? That was impossible.

I found myself completely zoned out and indifferent to class today. All I wanted to do was leave and uh…What was it that I had going on later? I pondered that thought throughout the entire class period. Eventually, we were dismissed and I was free to leave. I was walking towards the dorms until I ran into, guess who? Aaron Moore.

“Hey bro, you still coming to practice?” he asked.

“Practice?”

“Yeah, baseball practice, you big dummy! You know, you’re always so forgetful, dude. Good thing I always was the smarter one, bro.”

“Yeah, you’re right, bro. My bad.” I’m not sure which statement I was agreeing with. But as I looked at him, I realized something. He was wearing his hat! But then how was I wearing his hat if he was wearing it? “I thought you lost your hat. How are you wearing it?”

“I was wearing my hat all day, dude. One day you decided to copy me and wear your hat to school like I do. But honestly, I think you rock it better than I do, so keep it up. You’ll impress the ladies.” But I was gay. And I’ve only had this hat for a day. If it wasn’t his, then how was it actually mine? I was overwhelmed and full of questions after everything that had happened today, from my growth spurt, to me hanging out with the jocks, to my old friends barely knowing who I am, but I didn’t seem to have the brain power at the moment to seek the answers to them.

As we walked, I kept chatting with Aaron as if it was natural, as if we always knew each other. Something felt off, but I couldn’t figure it out. Was it because we were going to practice? I’ve never played baseball in my life. Nah, that can’t be right. I feel like I’ve swung a bat before… We went into the locker room to change. I looked in the mirror and paused for a second.

My reflection wasn’t there. Someone else’s was. Someone much stronger and much taller than me. That wasn’t me. It was Aaron Moore.

No, except it wasn’t an exact match. There was enough different about the guy in front of me to know that it wasn’t Aaron. This figure was a little stronger than him, and still stood probably a little over 6 feet tall. I walked closer. “Aaron” walked closer. I moved my hand to feel my face. So did “Aaron”. A dull, confused look appeared on his face. Had I really become him? But Aaron was over on the other end of the room changing. Then who am I? Was I like this since I put the hat on earlier? I reached into my wallet and pulled out my ID.

Aiden Moore...That’s not my last name. That’s…Aaron’s? Normally I wouldn’t have minded taking his last name, but we definitely WEREN’T married. As far as I knew, Aaron was as straight as an arrow.

Date of Birth: 08/17/2003…If I recall, that’s Aaron’s birthday. I knew my birthday, and it was in January. Don’t tell me…Are we…?

I compared the face in the ID to the one in the mirror. It wasn’t an illusion, and it wasn’t a dream. It was like I was his twin! Aaron was an only child though and I only had sisters. At this point, I was so confused and overwhelmed. Panic was the only emotion I could feel as I felt like I was going through an identity crisis. I realized that this all started when I wore his hat. I reached to grab it off of my head…until I felt a hand touch my shoulder. My bro…I mean Aaron.

“Admiring yourself in the mirror, bro? Yeah, you’re a pretty handsome dude just like me. I think it runs in the blood, you know. You like that, right?” He placed his other hand on my head, pushing the hat tighter on my head. I nodded. I proceeded to flex, as I became self-absorbed with my own reflection. I always thought rather highly of myself, especially about my body. At this point, I couldn’t comprehend the paradox of me somehow being his own non-existent twin brother.

“You know, not every guy is lucky enough to have a cool brother like I do, let alone a twin. The two of us can play ball together, work out together, and even get all the chicks we want together. This is all you ever wanted, right?” He wasn’t necessarily wrong, but I wanted to be “with” Aaron, not be him. Whoever granted me this wish got it all wrong. But as I listened to him, I started to realize that maybe it wasn’t my wish to begin with.

“Yeah bro. This shit’s the life, dude.” I noticed Aaron’s face light up as I said that. The way I talked sounded like it came out of the mouth of some dudebro. I noticed his irresistible smirk that was always on his face when he was in a good mood. As I kept admiring myself in the mirror, I felt my mind slow…down...like it was on autopilot…

“That’s right…Just let it happen… I know it’s been a while, so it’s okay if you don’t remember, but you know that one trophy we won a couple years back? During senior year?”

“Fuck yeah, bro. I remember.” But I’ve never played baseball before…But…I have right? I know I have.

“You know you were the reason we won, right? One lucky hit in the bottom of the ninth, and you practically won us the game. I’ve never been more proud of you bro.” Aaron patted me on the back. I remembered that game fondly, even though I should have no recollection of it. That year, our baseball team was the best in the state. And I…led our team to a championship? As much as I tried to deny it in my head, the memories felt real. But why was he reminding me of this now?

“You didn’t do half bad yourself, bro.”

As Aaron and I kept chatting, the memories of being his twin brother kept flowing into my brain, as memories of my former life faded away. Turns out that I was the brother he never had. We were a pair. We complemented each other perfectly. I was actually the twin brother of the most popular guy in the school. I remember I thought he was hot…wait, what the fuck, bro? That’s gay as shit. And weird. This was my own twin we were talking about. Although I guess if I was a handsome stud, then he’d have to be too. After all, no girl can resist either one of us.

“So the hat is working…” Aaron whispered under his breath.

“What hat?”

“Nothing, bro! I was just saying how good your hat looks on you. Come on, let’s go.” I followed him, as my transformation was now complete.

From this day on, I was Aiden Moore, Aaron Moore’s twin brother. Except that’s who I was technically born as and that's who everyone already knew me as. Although we had a lot in common, I definitely felt more like a stereotypical jock. I was loud, cocky, and masculine, almost to the point of brutishness, compared to my brother who was a lot more laid-back and charismatic. Not that it was a bad thing, although most nerds and weaker men would disagree. But what me and Aaron did have in common was playing sports, working out, fucking chicks, and being the most popular guys in the school. I know I wanted to be closer to Aaron, but I never expected this. But at the same time, it felt good, almost pleasurable at times. I realized that in my new state, I could hardly last a day without an orgasm, whether it was in my grip or in some bitch’s pussy.

Two days later, I had biology again. I remembered I kinda struggled with this class. I sat behind my bro as usual. I was grateful for him since he always helped me with the homework. I noticed him talking to the professor in private when we got to class. When I asked him, he wouldn’t say. It wasn’t like him to keep secrets from me. We practically knew everything about each other after all. After class, I was called to stay after by Mr. Martin.

“Aiden Moore…Your brother told me to check up on you. Is everything alright? Did you need any guidance on the homework, too?”

“Never felt better, bro. I think I was just up too late partying the other day. And nah, I eventually figured it out, dude.” I conveniently hid the fact that I copied the answers off of some nerd.

“Good, good.” Mr. Martin smiled. “I won’t leave you too long. I know you two have your hands full with practice today. Hmmm…Still wearing that hat, I see. It suits you well, Aiden.” I saw him write something down in a notebook as I left. Mr. Martin was always cool. I felt like he understood me and my brother better than most teachers here. I couldn’t help but feel grateful for him, but for what? I quickly discarded that thought because it wasn’t important to me.

What was important to me was hitting the gym with my bros. I ditched class again, I don’t even remember what the class was anyways. Probably nothing important. As long as I pass and get to stay on the team, I couldn’t care less about how badly I do in school. I’m basically only here because I got some fancy scholarship.

At the gym, I always pushed myself to lift the heaviest weights. All of my bros were impressed with how much I could lift. Must run in the blood. After school, I went to practice with Aaron. We shared a room at the dorms, and on the weekends, we always went to the biggest parties our school had to offer. We always bragged to each other about what girls we slept with that night, almost like it was a competition. Man, this was the life. I never felt like I understood Aaron on a personal level until recently, but man, we were the luckiest pair of brothers in the school.

741 notes · View notes

lesbianslvt666 · 11 months

Note

ellie has a huge crush on a flirty classmate who always wears very short skirts and one day they get together for a physics assignment and ellie asks the reader into her room and things get heated between them, something like ellie fucking the nonstop reader for hours straight omg 😮‍💨

Thinking thots rn

Not proofread

This was hard for Ellie, eight am classes were proven to be quiet the difficult task lately.

As soon as you entered the classroom your pretty scent illuminated and clouded all her senses.

Today your skirt was even shorter than the last one. You gave her a pretty smile and sat down to your now official seat.

To right next to her.

For the past two years Ellie had been hiding this little crush she had on you, at first it was easy, having only one class with you a week and with you seating to the opposite corner of the classroom, always paying attention and sometimes talking to your friends.

Ellie was in trance as soon as she saw you, pretty face, beautiful hair that seemed to change almost every month. And those skirts, good Lorde give her straight.

Ellie wasn’t the only one who notice how every semester your skirts got shorter and shorter, however she was always trying not to be a creep, keeping her eyes from wondering too long and trying to pay attention in class.

Just like today. Physics was one of Ellies favourite subjects, and DR. Lasky was her favourite professor, still, she hadn't heard a thing until now, the whole classroom booing at him.

"boohoo! Is your fault, none of you are paying attention to my class, therefore, I'll be the one to pick each other's partners!" his mischievous smile while saying that made Ellie and you chuckle at the same time, both looking at each other in surprise and when you caught her eyes, both turn back to look at the Lasky.

Warm cheeks and fast beating hearts connected.

This always happens at class, somehow both of you speak at the same time or laugh at the same small details. It made Ellies mind go wild and as Dina once told her "bitch you delulu" while rolling her eyes when Ellie told her you had said the same answer as her at the same time.

"okay, I'll do this with closed eyes" he picked two random people from the list of students and wrote them in the whiteboard.

One pair, two pairs.

Your name.

Followed by hers.

"fuck" she said under her breath, not looking at you.

"so I need this finished by Friday, today is… Tuesday second, so…" he said writing in big bold red letters "Friday 5th" I won't receive any, and I mean it! Homework after this date…" his voice steady while picking up his things, the assignment written beneath the date.

"hey, umm… Ellie right?" you pretty voice fogged every outside noise. She looked to where you were sitting, and to her surprise you were closer to her, leaning on her chair thinking she could hear you better this way.

Her blood flush from her neck to her ears, you were so close to her…

"yeah, that’s… um, that’s me!" she said with an awkward smile that melted our heart… and your panties…

"look, I was thinking if maybe we could start today? I have to finish another assignment for the week, so, it would be a relive if we could finish this first" your rant was followed by a sigh that ended your sentence and Ellie could picture you in other ways only with that

"yeah, um sure, like right now its fine? This was my last class of the day so…" her eyes fell to your legs again, she couldn’t stop herself, she wanted to squeeze them hard…

"umm, sure, I just… I do have another class, 'tsa short one, but if you send me your location I get to your place as soon as I am out, you have my number right?" you told her hurriedly, trying to get to your next class as soon as possible.

"yeah, yeah I have it, I texted you some study material the other week so…" she was a bit disappointed you even asked…

"perfect, fuck.. Umm, see ya' Ells. And um… text me your location!" your words hurry and your demeanour apologetic. You were sorry you had to leave her like that, but you'll make it up to her…

When Ellie arrived to her place she sent you her location and left her phone on her bed, she was kind of disappointed at how awkward she was around you.

She put some music and cleaned a bit, she wanted to give you a good impression, but her cleaning session was cut short when she heard the doorbell.

She opened the door to a smiling dripping you, clothes so wet they were sticking to your skin, your white shirt letting her know you weren't wearing a bra.

"hey… can I come in? is cold out here…" you said apologetically, soft smile clouding your features.

And she let you in, taking your bag and dragging you to her bathroom.

"let me get you a towel, and some clothes" she tossed you a towel a bit harder than she intended, the cloth falling in your head which only made you laugh hard, her cheeks went bright red, you looked spectacular…

"what, why? What happened to you?" her voice muffled by rooming around her closed trying to get you something comfortable to wear.

"one of your shirts is fine, I mean, it's only you and I right" you told her when you saw her compare her clothes, trying to find something that would fit you, due to her being taller than you.

She looked back at you, you were taking your clothes off without a second thought, fuck…

"so basically I went to my class and as soon as entered the classroom the teacher called on sick, I thought of getting something nice for us to eat but it's raining in the city right now so before I could get to the restaurant I like to order take out, the rain washed me over, so yeah…" you took Ellies shirt from her hand, she was looking at you and you didn’t mind.

As on queue the heavy droplets of water started to poor down, the sound relaxing to you.

You seamed clueless to Ellies crush on you but you truly did noticed, how she always looked at your legs, or at your breast, that’s why you always sat beside her, how you waved your hair a bit when you sit down, how you cross your legs in a way she could easily see you, how you always gave her something to think about… and now, how she was eating you all…

So you didn’t mind giving her a show…

Sitting on her bed while looking at her, she travelled to your eyes and shied, oh not right now…

"look at me Ellie…" you didn’t expecting your voice to come out so needy, and Ellie followed your command. You opened your legs for her, her shirt covering your nipples riding up until your panties were at her focal point, she almost fell to her knees.

"can I taste?" her voice somehow seemed more demanding than yours, as if both papers were inverse.

She was making it hard for you, hard for you to resist. Your hand travelled to your covered tit, toying with your nipple. "yes Ellie, fuck…" her hand now touching your lips on top of your underwear, she was going to go insane, the fabric so soaked with your sticky essence, tight on your cunt.

The hand that was on your boob made its way to her face, grabbing her by her chin and pushing her down to her knees, her face in direct contact with your heating pussy.

"don’t be shy now angel…" she took the words out of your mouth because she latched on to your clothed cunt, sucking on it through the cottony material.

You were squirming, moaning her name shamelessly, you knew she lived alone so you didn’t hid from her, how good she was making you feel.

She took your panties off and without wasting another second she went back to her place, the place where she belongs.

In between your thighs.

And she sucked and pull and massage your pussy for what it felt like hours to no end, the pleasure was getting too unbearable, a glowing feeling at the pit of your stomach signalling you that you were about to cum. To Ellie, the signal came from your twitching cunt, how you were closing on nothing, clenching empty.

So she gave you what you needed, one finger in, your pussy sucked it all the way, your moans filling the room and the squelching sounds mixing with it. Ellie felt high, the way you said her name while harshly pulling on your tits, face relaxed, eyes shut and mouth wide open.

While fingering with her tatted hand she took your face with her free one, veiny fingers guiding you to where she wanted you.

right beneath her.

"open your eyes angel" and so you did, you mouth still wide from the pleasure, and she took it as an opportunity, a glob of spit falling form her pretty lips to your hot tongue.

Your eyes rolled back on your head, how fucking dare she be this hot…

One orgasm, two orgasm, one water brake.

"so, I was thinking, maybe we could continue this until the rain is over…" you said sitting on her lap, both completely naked, glistening thighs from both of your wetness…

She smiled at you, her arm hugging you at your waist making you giggle. She unlocked her phone and opened the weather app. "here says that the rain will be over till tomorrow eight am" she said, smirk spreading all over her face.

this was shorter than expected... sorryyyyyyy

#ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x female reader #lesbian #the last of us #ellie x y/n #ellie x you #ellie x reader #ellie tlou #modern au #college au #loser lesbian #ellie smut

941 notes · View notes

ethanmorales · 11 months

Text

Misconceptions

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Part 4 - Air

Pairing: Ethan Morales x fem reader 4.1k words Requested Tags: @arij3lly@hitoshislut@bjrmaybank@ghostfaceorgirlfriend @in-silverlake @misacc08 Warnings: swearing, smut

It's the beginning of a brand-new school year at Sherman Oaks high. The last year for some of us; me included. But the start of my senior year, ironically, is not the reason my legs are wobbly. Nope, that was all because of Ethan, who had knocked on my window for a late-night visit about 6 hours ago. There were a few things he wanted to try so… let’s just say, it was a good thing my mom had the night shift at the hospital.

It’s only been a week since our first time. Only a week since he admitted having feelings for me. Unfortunately, we didn’t discuss the matter further. My mom had gotten home after his confession, and he practically had to take his clothes and run out the back door before we got caught. We’ve met almost every day since, but we haven’t talked about us. We kiss a lot and of course we have sex, sometimes we even cuddle, and we talk about our days, but we never talk about what we are to each other and at this point, I’m afraid to ask.

I loved every second of the time we’ve spent together. But now that school has started again, I’m afraid. Afraid that things will go back to how they used to be. Afraid that a new girl will catch his attention. I know it makes no sense, after he confessed to having feelings for me, but the heart is a treacherous thing. You can never trust it. I most certainly don’t trust mine. It always makes me feel crazy most times. Or maybe it’s my mind that’s the problem.

It doesn’t help that it’s almost time for first period and I’ve not heard from Ethan yet. He usually texts me as soon as he wakes up. Today? Nada. I even texted him first, but he left me on read. So, I’m spiraling, just a little bit. I think I’m entitled to in this situation.

I glance around the hallway one more time as the bell rings. I don’t see him anywhere. At that moment, Devi links her arm around mine. “That was the bell ringing just now,” she said, pointing a finger in the air.

I ignored the sarcasm but let her steer me away to our first class.

“I was expecting some witty remark,” she said, when I didn’t reply.

I force myself to smile, “Sorry, head in the clouds today.”

“It’s okay, girl. The first day of school sucks. My sleeping schedule is so messed up from a summer full of all-nighters.”

I quirk an eyebrow at this, “Do these all-nighters have a name?”

Devi shakes her head furiously, “Nope. No name at all.” I pretended to believe her as our teacher walked in the door, closing it behind him. I look back to Ethan’s desk but it’s empty. I hide my phone under the desk and shoot him a quick text.

Skipping on the first day? That’s bad, even for you.

Devi smacks the top of my desk, eyes wide. I glance to the front of the classroom and see the teacher is staring right at me. “Sorry, Mr. Shapiro.”

He sighs, “You guys are lucky I am the coolest teacher ever,” he continues before anyone can respond. “Raise of hands if you completed your summer reading,” pauses, “Yes, the audio book counts. No, the movie does not.”

The rest of the class was a blur. A glance at my phone confirmed that Ethan hadn’t responded. The anxiety in my chest continued to grow as time continued to pass. At lunchtime I still hadn’t heard from him. At this point, I was angry.

Fuming, I stomped all the way to my locker, putting away my books and backpack for the hour. As I’m closing the door, Dominic Stryker leans against the locker next to mine. Dominic was an exchange student that started late last semester. Everyone was surprisingly welcoming to him, but that might have something to do with the fact that he’s hot. Mind you, I only have eyes for Ethan but if I didn’t, the windswept blond hair and bright blue eyes would do it for me.

But Ethan was very much the only person that I wanted, so Dominic’s presence only served to irritate me more.

“Yes?” I asked when he just stared at me, sweeping his hair back with his hand.

Unfazed by my tone, he smiles warmly at me, “Say, have you seen Ethan anywhere? He hasn’t been in any of our classes.”

I frown at this, “Of all the people you could ask, why would I know where he is?”

Dominic shrugs, “I just got a vibe last time, like you were into him or something.”

I huffed. “I am definitely not into him.” I say it louder than I intend to, and some people slow down to look at us. He waves at them, and they quickly carry on with their business.

“My bad,” he says, looking back at me, smiling wider, “Just a misunderstanding.”

I sigh, once I realize that I’m being snappy and rude. “I’m sorry. It’s not been a great morning, I’m a little on edge. There’s no excuse for taking it out on you.”

Dominic slides over the lockers a bit, cutting some of the distance between us; then lowers his voice.

“I forgive you,” he says, “but I might have to seek compensation for the emotional damage.”

I roll my eyes, but a smile does tug at my lips. “Whatever. I’ll buy you a soda. Is that compensation enough?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “How about a meal? After school?”

I suddenly realized that he was asking about Ethan to make sure he could make his move. And I basically gave him the opening. Horrified, I struggle to respond.

“I- uh

“She’s busy after school.” The voice was very close behind me. I turned around so quickly that I bumped into his chest.

“Ethan.” Even at my addressing him, he didn’t look at me. His eyes were fixed on Dominic. For the moment, I ceased to exist.

“I think Y/N can decide if she’s busy or not,” Dominic says, standing up straighter to look down at Ethan. But Ethan seems unfazed.

“I think you need to keep walking before I lose my patience.” Ethan’s words were calm, but I knew him well enough to know this was the calm before the storm. I’ve seen him fight before; Dominic did not stand a chance if it turned into that.

“Guys, please. Just stop. If you get detention this week, they won’t let you come to homecoming.” I was trying to be the voice of reason, but my reasoning was lacking in many ways. My audience could care less about homecoming, for one.

“I’m still waiting for a response, “Dominic says, ignoring my previous statement. “Food after school? I know a cool spot.”

Ethan pulls me to the side so that he can face Dominic without me being in the middle.

“I already told you that she’s busy.” Ethan’s voice was not as calm as before. His hands were balled into fists. I knew I had to stop this now or it would turn into a fight.

“I got a lot going on right now, sorry Dominic.” My words come out quick.

Ethan smiled at this, motioning towards me. “You heard her. Now go find someone else to hit on.”

Dominic’s expression was deadly as he stared back at Ethan, but then his gaze turned to me.

“I thought you were definitely not into him,” he said it in a mocking tone, air quotations in the air. I didn’t know what to say that could make this better, so I just looked at him with what I hoped looked like a silent apology. He just shook his head in disbelief as he pushed past us, finally leaving us alone.

Even with his departure, Ethan stays in place, still not looking at me.

“Ethan?” I finally say.

I jump in surprise as he slams his fist on the locker door and I see the metal bend.

“Oh my God,” I grab his arm and pull him away before anyone sees what he did. I haul him through the hallway and take a left, this part of school is empty during lunch time. I find the nearest door and push him through it. I lock the door behind us and turn around. It’s the faculty bathroom, I realize.

“Are you insane? Do you know how much trouble you could get into for damaging school property? You don’t need a vandalism strike on your records.”

He finally turns to face me, but the expression on his face is even angrier than before.

“What the fuck do I care about that?” he replies. Before I can start listing the reasons why he should care, he continues, “What the fuck was that shit about?” He points to the door, but I know he is talking about Dominic. I stay quiet for a moment, not sure how to proceed. I had never seen him this angry. Ever. But at the same time, screw him. I was angry at him myself.

“I should be the one asking you, what the fuck was that? I’ve been looking for you all morning and texting you and nothing. You ghost me and then have the audacity to throw a jealous scene over some guy asking me out?!” The volume of my voice rose with each word.

I half expected Ethan to throw more angry words at me, or to yell back at me, but it was the opposite. His voice low, he responds. “I dropped my phone in the toilet this morning.”

I stare, waiting for the punchline but he doesn’t say anything else.

“You dropped your phone in the toilet,” I repeat, not sure if I believed it.

Ethan let out an annoyed breath, “I was going to respond to your text, and I dropped it. If you texted after the first one that I read, I haven’t seen them. I left my phone in a bowl of rice.”

I scoff, “Your phone is waterproof.”

Ethan gives me a pointed look, “Not if you leave it in water for a long time, apparently.”

“Why would you leave it in there at all?”

Silence.

“Ethan, I am trying to give you the chance to explain.”

He mumbled something under his breath.

I take a step closer to hear him better. “What was that?”

Ethan shakes his head. “My parents were fighting again.”

“Oh.” Is all I can say.

Ethan laughs, but the sound is bitter.

“Yeah. So, I’m sorry I couldn’t get back to you then. But you letting this dick hit on you while I’m dealing with that shit. Fuck that.”

I suddenly felt terrible, even though I didn’t know what was happening until he explained. We kept ending up in this situation, always with a misunderstanding. But I knew the only reason this kept happening is because our communication was shit. Because I didn’t know where we stood.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize he was hitting on me until it was too late.” I finally say.

Ethan scoffs – not amused.

“What are we?” I finally ask, exasperated. As soon as the words spill out of my mouth, I regret them. This was the last thing Ethan would want to talk about with everything going on.

Ethan just stares at me. Looking beautiful and tortured.

“Sorry. Forget I said anything,” my voice trembles and I hate it.

Ethan steps closer. “Are you serious?”

I meet his gaze, but I can’t decipher the emotion in his eye.

“I said forget about it!” I start turning to leave, embarrassed at my outburst. Ethan just pulls me into him and kisses me. I’m too stunned to respond to his kiss, which seems to upset Ethan more as he pushes me into the bathroom sink, kissing me more aggressively. I give in and kiss him back. His tongue quickly starts a tug of war with mine as he deepens the kiss. After a moment of this, I can’t remember what we were arguing about in the first place. All I can think about is the way his mouth moves with mine, effortlessly. His hands on my waist, then lower, cupping my butt. I pull away for a moment, “It’s the teacher’s bathroom,” I said, my voice breathless.

“I don’t give a fuck,” is all he says, as he kisses me once more, then stops, “You asked me a question. I’m making my point.” I try to remember what the question was but then we’re back at it and I forget to remember.

Ethan plops me on top of the sink as we continue kissing. I feel one of his hands on my thigh and then moving slowly up under my skirt.

“Fuck.” He groans against my lips. I smile, knowing that he has realized I’m not wearing underwear.

“This better have been for me and not for that asshole,” he says as his fingers caress my opening.

I look at him, annoyed. Smack him in the chest. “Do you really think I care about Dominic?”

Ethan holds my gaze steadily and my heart flutters. Stupid body. Why do you have to react in the most annoying ways at the worst possible times. Who cares about his beautiful caramel skin and beautiful brown eyes. He is a jerk.

“I hope not.” He finally says.

“What?”

“I hope you don’t care about him. I hope you only care about me.”

My heart speeds up. “I don’t care about him or any other guy.” I start to tell him that he was the only one I care about, but I don’t get a chance to tell him. In that moment, he slips a finger inside of me and I gasp in surprise. Ethan holds my gaze as he slips a second finger in. I let out a shaky breath as he starts moving in and out.

“I’m the only guy who’s allowed to do this, do you understand?” His tone was a mixture of anger and lust. I was holding on to his arms for dear life as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, then he presses on my clitoris with both fingers, which makes me moan involuntarily. I claw my nails into his arms to keep myself together.

“Do you understand?” he asks again. Fighting the ache building up inside me and breathing heavier by the second, I nod.

His fingers stop moving suddenly, leaving with their absence, a vengeful kind of coldness and I whine in protest. “Ethannn”

“Say it.” He demands. I frown at him, annoyed.

“Fine. You’re the only one who is allowed to do this.”

He smirks. “Yeah, I am.”

I think of an insult to throw at him but never get to say it. At my saying what he wants to hear, Ethan’s hands spread my legs apart and he kneels, his head disappearing under my skirt. Still, I’m not prepared for the attack from his tongue.

Ethan’s POV

I’m not proud at how I reacted about that dick hitting on her, but when I walked over and heard him flirting with her and then asking her out… It felt like I was set on fire by some supernatural being. It took all of me not to pummel him right there. The nerve on this fucker; to ask my girl out. But what really fucked me up is that she didn’t immediately reject him. That felt like a stab to the heart. I wanted to burn the whole damn world down.

Once in the bathroom, as we threw angry words at each other I realized what the problem was. We both care too fucking much, but we also hold back even more.

Most of the anger in me dissipates at her words when she finally says what I want to hear, even if she only says them because I told her to. I don’t know how to say the things I want to say, so I decided to show her to the best of my abilities. I drop to my knees and in between her legs and under the shield of her skirt, I kiss her in her wetness. I hear her breathing pick up as I suck at her clit; her hand grabbing at my hair. I groan, turned on even more at the simple gesture. I loved it when she did that.

I pull away and she practically whimpers. “Don’t stop.”

I stand up and look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her chest moving fast with shallow breaths. I feel more blood rushing to my dick. The pain is almost unbearable now.

“Hang on, baby.” I fumble with the button in my jeans. Once I pull them with my boxers, I let her look at me for a moment, the desire in her eyes just driving me to the edge. I pull her to me for a second, kiss her lips softly and smile.

“Now turn around,” I order.

She looks confused for a second, but she does as she is told. Her doing everything I ask her makes me so fucking horny, she has no idea how much power she has over me. Fueled by an animalistic kind of desire, I guide her to a bending position and hold her hips with both my hands. Without a word, I push myself into her. I see her grab onto the sink to support herself as I drive myself deeper inside her. I give her a moment to get used to the feeling since it’s the first time we have done this.

I can see her flushed face through the mirror and when she makes eye contact with me, I catch the silent plea. At this, I lose whatever is left of my sanity. I plunge myself inside of her. She moans and I follow, as I slip in and out. As I watch our reflections in the mirror, I see when she starts to close her eyes as the pleasure continues to build. I hate the idea of her not looking at me when I’m inside her. I pulled out and turn her around to face me.

“Don’t take your eyes off me.”

I lift her onto the sink again and hold her gaze as I shove my throbbing dick inside her again. At this angle, her head falls back when she screams. I grab her face to make her look at me.

“God, Ethan.” Her reaction eggs me on. I move faster, knowing I have a limited time to make her cum. I was barely hanging on as it is. Our breaths were labored as I continued to fuck her. You could hear her wetness as I moved, but her pussy continued to tighten around me so I knew she was close. I slid out a bit and positioned myself slightly to the left before I pushed myself in again. She screamed, loudly this time. I smiled at finding the right spot and moved faster. This time, as if we were in sync, we came together. Once we rode the wave, breathing heavily, I gently helped her off the sink. After pulling my pants up, I loop my arms around her and rest my sweaty forehead against hers. We both closed our eyes, trying to catch our breath.

“What I was trying to say is… you’re mine.” I finally found the words.

I open my eyes to find her watching me. Her face gets redder. I’m confused for a moment and then realize why she’s upset.

“And I’m yours. I thought that part was obvious.” I say.

Y/N narrows her eyes at me, and I laugh.

“How is that obvious?” she asks.

“I told you how I felt last week. If anything, I’m the only one that should be angry. You never told me how you felt about me.”

“I thought that part was obvious.” She throws the words back at me, her tone playful.

I smile and kiss her deeply.

“So how do you feel about me?” I ask after we stop.

I didn’t want to admit that it had bothered me so much. We’ve spent the last week glued to each other and not once had she brought it up, so I decided to not bring it up and make an even bigger fool out of myself. But the more days passed, the more insecure I became. That’s probably why I lost my mind earlier.

Y/N smiles softly and cups my face with her hands.

“I’ve been crazy about you for I don’t know how long,” she says. I smiled at her words, the heavy feeling in my chest finally easing.

“Me? But I suck,” I say jokingly.

“Yet I’m still in love with you.” She pushes at me gently, embarrassed. I grin like an idiot at her declaration.

I grab her face and kiss her again. Once, twice, three times.

“Ethan,” she giggles. I bury my face in her neck and kiss her there too, holding her tightly against me.

“I love you too.” I say.

When she looks at me, I see stars in eyes.

A knock on the door makes us both jump.

“Shit.”

Y/N POV

“Oh God, we’re going to get expelled.”

Ethan chuckles at this and I smack his arm.

“Just deny everything. They didn’t see anything so it’s their word against ours.”

I shake my head, “But the door was locked.”

“Hey,” he says, lifting my chin up, “You trust me?”

I nod and he smiles.

“Then follow my lead.”

I do. I walk slowly behind him, fighting the soreness in my body and holding on to Ethan’s arm when I notice how shaky my legs are. Ethan looks beside me and realizes. He gives me what seems to be an apologetic smile.

We moved to the door, which was still being knocked on. He turns the lock and opens it.

We’re both surprised to see Paxton standing there, swimming coach uniform on. I don’t think Ethan was prepared to see him of all people. He stays quiet.

Paxton looks at him and then me, almost trying to hide a smile.

“You guys should go. Now. Be thankful it was me.”

I let out a sigh of relief and so did Ethan. We started moving around him and out into the hallway, but Paxton put a hand up to stop me as I was about to walk past him.

“You might want to try being a bit more… discreet next time.” I look at him, confused and he elaborates, stepping closer to not be heard. “You were loud. Like very loud.” I blush furiously at his words and speed away from him. I heard him chucking behind me.

The end of lunch arrives at the sound of the bell and suddenly the empty hallways fill up again, everyone going into classrooms and their lockers to pick up their stuff at the last minute. As we’re moving through the people around us, Ethan’s hand slips into mine and he interlocks our fingers. I quickly looked at him in a question. But he just smiles. We walk to my next classroom, and he walks in with me, hand in hand, even though we don’t share this class. We get to my desk, which coincidentally, is next to Dominic’s. I understand now.

“Thanks for walking me.” I say, shyly. I hear my classmates whistling and adding commentary in the background. I sit down but notice Ethan hasn’t moved from his spot. I look at him in a question. He then bends down and kisses me long. I vaguely hear angry muttering beside me, but I ignore it, lost in the kiss.

“Good afternoon Mr. Morales. I wasn’t aware I had you in this class.” My math teacher had arrived.

Ethan winked at me as he moved away to leave. “I’m out,” he tells my teacher, hands up in surrender, turns around and points at me, “I just wanted to take care of my lady.”

The whole class reacts loudly.

I sink lower into my desk. Still, I smile. He was announcing to the world that we’re together, claiming me in front of everyone. I couldn’t imagine ever being happier than I was in that moment.

The End.

___________________

A/N: Thank you all for reading! You are bomb! Hope you enjoyed this little story of mine. I enjoyed writing it. Stay tuned for other fanfics and/or one shots about Ethan. ☺️

Stay awesome, much love xx

#ethan morales #ethan morales fanfic #ethan morales x reader #never have i ever #never have i ever season 4 #ben gross #devi vishwakumar #michael cimino #nhie #nhie s4

379 notes · View notes

denjjisgf · 5 months

Text

college student armin thoughts:

armin lives in the last room on the right at the end of your floor. although meeting a fair share of your floormates, he’s the last to introduce himself.

one wednesday, you round the corner for the elevator and collide into his backpack. he has a navy jansport, the kind with the tan suede padding on the bottom. he smiles an apologetic grin and steps into the now arrived elevator. divine timing, right?

it was silent on the way down. the normal scent of last friday’s activities and mud from the melting snow was replaced by pine and laundry softener lingered in the tight space. armin shuffles in place, swinging his arms low at his side and kicking at pieces of road salt with his camel birkenstock clogs. *ping* the metal doors slide inside the wall and you step out first. as you’re walking out, thinking of conversation starters and hoping fate might bring you back to this moment in another life, you give up on this chance to say hello to the nice smelling, pretty eyed boy on your floor. disappointed you make your way to your room for the night. a flash of blond flies past your peripheral. armin leaned into the door in your path with a shove, popping it open to both of your surprise. the owner of the room sat at their desk, shocked at the two strangers standing in the frame of the once closed door, “can i help you?”

“sorry! just looking for the bathroom!” he sputtered out, face red like a tomato. he smiled and you found it contagious.

“we haven’t met yet,” in his head, he counted to ten to regulate his heart rate. “i’m armin.” his voice had the cutest inflections, perfect little cracks of nervousness caught in his throat.

his eyes followed you, taking you in up close. it wasn’t until that last second, really, that he decided to spark this interaction. it had been a long semester, one where his best days were in passing with yours. he dreamed of softly knocking on your door to wake you in the morning and carrying your laundry down to the laundry room, a pocket of change jingling, ready to pay for your loads. in the library, he yearned for you, seated in the chair next to his, where you both study and mostly distract the other. he searched for your face in every crowd and always walked a little faster to the one class you both had three semesters ago when he first saw you. he watched the weeks turn into months, waiting for the perfect moment, but it was never the right time. that was until now.

“hello armin, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

—

“come sit with mee,” he pouts with a pushed out lip. he starfishes his legs out in the center of the bed, swishing them open and closed. his cropped shag sticks up in all the right places as it rests on the headboard. god is he lucky for being so cute; a short sigh slips out of your playful smile while you circle the room, ditching your socks and slipping into a tshirt.

“can you wait a second? i just got back,” you shimmy off your jeans, “and last i checked this was my room.” you finger through a drawer and take out some sweatpants.

“i actually cannot wait. it’s been hours. i thought you only had the one class today. where have you been? you have responsibilities here: me!” he’s gleaming, patting the bed with both hands and urging you closer. “i’ve been waiting to watch our show all day. can we pleasee?”

he’s so damn needy. but he’s so damn needy for you, so who are you to deny. you plop down in the space between his legs where the blanket is warm from his presence and you settle in, palms pressed flat over his thighs and his arms linked with yours in a hug. he kisses along your temple and takes a deep breath, “i needed this.”

he continues to play with you, adjusting the shoulders of your sleeve and pulling at lint on your pants, tugging on your hair and swishing his feet at the foot of the bed. you reach for the remote and a small projector screen illuminates the low lit room, “armin, do you remember what episode we left off on?”

“ i have it all set up and ready. all you gotta do is press play,” he’s so smug, a mix of nerdy matter of factness and what you know as puppy love. you play your show and smile at the familiar theme song— it reminds you of moments like this with your boyfriend. your eyes drift to scan the room; your mugs neatly stacked on the drying rack, makeup brushes resting back in their jar, and a freshly folded pile of laundry sat on the corner of your desk. had he done all this while you were gone? you swell with adoration, a cold tingle racing through your body as you paw for his hands with a squeeze.

“truly, love, what would i do without you?”

“i think you mean what would i do without you?” he smiles and kisses you, soft and sweet, light like breathing for the first time and overwhelming in every sense of the word. “now pay attention, you fell asleep again last night and i don’t think i can bear to watch this episode for the fourth time.”

#armin x reader #armin x y/n #aot x reader #armin fluff #armin arlet x reader #armin headcanons #armin artlert aot #attack on titan headcanons #snk x reader #snk fluff #this is so self indulgent #a self insert at its finest

94 notes · View notes

starrgaziinggg · 2 years

Text

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS | lee minho

PART ONE

You finally meet the man your friends Felix and Hyunjin have been blabbing about for the past couple months, and he's a royal pain in the ass.

Lee Minho is a legacy at your university. He received an honorary award when he graduated, got a position as a dancer in a company a week after receiving his diploma...and was renowned as the schools famous ice-cold fuckboy.

After coming back from a three month tour, you're introduced to him through your uni friends...and your life does a 180. It's hard enough to pass classes whilst also trying to navigate your failing relationship...but the added tension that comes with the dance prodigy you seem to be spending more and more time with?

Some would say it's too much to handle.

|Non idol AU|university AU|friends to lovers|

part one

"It's answer B."

Your brain fails to compute the sentence, instead shutting off the world again as you continue your deep sleep.

Until, that is, someone to your left elbows you in the boob.

"What the..." taking your head off of your arms you sit up straight, trying to get a better grasp of your surroundings. To your right, you see Felix looking at you with wide eyes. You look to the teacher of your lecture at the front of the class and, of course, he is staring straight back at you. You look back at your blonde haired friend, who's mouthing the letter, 'B' over and over.

"B?" You say out loud, your answer coming off as a question as your voice comes out deep from sleep.

"The correct answer, however it would have been more beneficial if Mr Lee hadn't have given the answer to you. And, for the love of god, please stop falling asleep in my classes," your professor sighs, paying his attention back to teaching the rest of the students.

"Thanks for the help, Lix," you say to him sleepily. He just gives you a warm smile back.

"Um, hello? If I didn't wake you up you'd never have given him an answer in the first place," Hyunjin says with an annoyed tone from the left of you.

"All you did was assault me, pervert," you say to him with an eye roll. He scoffs and pushes your shoulder. You pretend it's the sorest thing you've ever felt and flop over Felix, clutching your shoulder. Hyunjin just gives you his signature disgusted look before paying his attention back to the lecture.

"Why are you so tired for, anyway?" Felix asks you quietly, and Hyunjin turns to face you to listen to your answer.

"I have this stupid dance thing I need to do for this showcase one of our dance teachers signed me up for, and I have never been more uninterested in learning a dance in my entire life," you moan. "It's so mundane. It literally sends me to sleep every time I try to learn it."

"That bad huh?" Felix whispers. You widen your eyes and nod your head.

"I'll show you it later and you'll understand where I'm coming from," you reply. "It's only the second week of semester one and I've already given up."

Hyunjin, Felix and you were third years in university, the three of you studying the same dance course. You'd banded together after being paired for the group practical dance exam last December, quickly realising you were probably the three most capable dancers on your course. You'd nailed the exam, gone out for drinks to celebrate and been close friends ever since.

"We can go to the rec later today to see it, since we finish classes early today," Hyunjin says, and you nod your head. The rec was what everyone called the recreational dance studio. There were a number of studios in the arts department, including the rec (the more run down, lesser used studio), the more modern set of studios in the new dance building which were used constantly and lastly the huge, high ceilinged building that stood separately. It was where classes were taught and it was gorgeous, the interior grand and old fashioned, but you had to book to use it out with class hours.

You turned and desperately tried to focus on the lecturer. This particular lecturer, Mr Kim, seemed to sport a grudge specifically reserved for you, and it was starting to really piss you off. He'd always pick on you to give answers during class, especially when he could tell you weren't paying enough attention.

When your lecture finally ends, you pack your stuff up into your bag and follow the two boys out of the lecture hall and onto the courtyard of your university campus.

"That was the most boring hour of my life," Hyunjin complains as the three of you fall into step towards your last class of the day, practical dance.

"You say that after every non practical dance class," Felix points out, and Hyunjin just mimics him with a roll of his eyes, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

"You coming out with us tonight?" He asks you. The boys were constantly trying to get you out with their friend group, for whatever reason. You'd met some of their friends before; Jeongin, Seungmin and Jisung since the three boys also attended the same university as you. There were others, though, you hadn't met. Chan, Changbin and the famous Lee Minho. He was the only one out of the group who's name you'd recognised when the boys had talked about their friends. Albeit for all the wrong reasons.

"Don't think so," you say, and the two boys groan in unison. "I have a lot to do! I don't see the two of you with a showcase to prepare for."

"That's because you're a better dancer than us," Felix says, giving you a nudge. Hyunjin removes his arm from your shoulders and goes to walk backwards, facing you.

"Speak for yourself, Lix. I could give her a run for her money," he says cockily, before returning to your side. "Anyway, you hardly ever come out with us when it's not school related. We're starting to thing you're really boring."

"Hey!"

"That's not true," Felix says, but you see Hyunjin raise an eyebrow. "We just enjoy spending time with you, and our friends are always asking when they can see you next. Lino is desperate to meet the dance prodigy friend."

"And who might that be?" You say jokingly. You'd been dancing since you could walk, and you'd been told time and time again you had an exceptional talent for the sport. You worked hard, you put in the time and effort and most of the time it paid off. "Who's Lino?"

"Don't be dim," Hyunjin says to you. "And it's Minho, Lino's his nickname."

"You know, our friend who's now a professional dancer?" Felix said and you nodded, knowing exactly who Minho was.

You finally arrived to the practical dance studio and entered, dumping your stuff and changing your shoes to a pair you felt comfortable dancing in. This was your hip-hop style class, one of your favourites, so you were just wearing joggers, a crop top and trainers.

"He's just came back home from his tour, that's why we're going out tonight - to celebrate," Felix explains, tying his blonde mullet back into a ponytail. Hyunjin does the same with his long blonde hair, having recently dyed it bleach blonde from his jet black, matching Felix. The two of them sweat profusely when they dance, so if they don't tie it up, things get messy.

"Please come," Hyunjin says once he snaps the bobble into place. You flip your head over so you can tie your own hair up, too. "It will be fun!"

"I would love to, but..." you trail off, and the two boys give each other a look, eyebrows raised.

"If this is about that boyfriend of yours being a dickhead," Hyunjin starts, but stops when Felix slaps him on the arm. "Hey! You've said it yourself; he is a dickhead!"

"Yeah, but he's her boyfriend," Felix says with a sympathetic smile. "Is it, though?"

You huff at the two boys with preying eyes, awaiting your response. "None of your business."

"It definitely is," Hyunjin says to Felix loud enough for you to hear, and you shove him gently. As dramatic as your friend is, he stumbles back, clutching his shoulder. At that moment, your dance teacher for this particular class walks in and you start stretching.

You loved the hip hop style of dance this class taught, as it was very different to the styles you'd grown up learning. Contemporary and ballet was your strong suit, but you loved to step out of your comfort zone.

The class flew by, as most of your practical classes did. It was safe to say the three of you preferred your practical classes much better than your written classes. By the end of it, you were energetic and pumped up, fuelled by dancing, whereas your two friends were sweating in a heap on the floor.

"How you're still standing is beyond me," Felix huffs, rolling so that is back is on the floor. "That was the most intense class ever."

Hyunjin fist bumps him before dramatically smacking his hand back into the floor and making a huge deal out of it when it obviously hurt.

"It was so much fun! You don't understand how much I've been wanting to dance something interesting after doing the choreo for the showcase," you say, sitting down beside your friends and pulling out your phone. Your best friend Sooyun had messaged you a couple times asking what time your classes finished and what you were doing for the rest of the day, but you'd had radio silence from your boyfriend, Doha. Typical.

"So, what's the showcase for anyway?" Felix asks, finally heaving himself up into a sitting position.

"It's some back to school thing, for the arts department in the universities in our area. I don't really know, all I know is it's prestigious, one person gets chosen from each school to compete and if I win I'll get a money reward for the uni," you explain as much as you can since you don't really know much about it. You were given the choreo from one of your dance teachers, learned it, and that's all you could do.

"Well done for getting picked," Hyunjin says, no hostility in his voice. The three of you managed to get along so well because you were genuinely happy for each others achievements. Most people on the same course would feel resentment when someone was chosen for something and they weren't, but that was never the case for the three of you. "Is it something we can come watch?"

"Well this year our university is hosting it, so you can come if you want to. It will be super boring though, just warning you," you say, but secretly it gives you a feeling of warmth that they're interested in seeing you perform. Sooyun hadn't bothered asking about watching you, and Doha said he'd probably be busy. It wasn't as if you expected them to drop everything and watch you do something mundane, however a little appreciation would be nice.

You all start packing up your things and head out the door, starting the short walk to the rec. When you reach it, you see a couple other dance students are practicing various dances or just chilling with their friends. The best thing about the rec was that it was constantly open, so students could use it whenever they needed, which came in clutch during exam time. It was almost constantly full when practical dance exams were due.

"Okay," Felix says, finding an open space and slumping down to sit against the mirrored wall. "Show us the dance."

Hyunjin takes your bag and sits beside Felix, placing your bag next to him and raising his eyebrows as if to say, 'go on.' You use your phone to put on the music your teacher had sent you and place it on the floor as you begin the dance. You had the choreography nailed, but since it was so boring, as you watched yourself dance in the mirror even you felt as though you were watching an eighty year old attempt an interesting dance.

Hyunjin and Felix watched patiently until the music stopped and you did your ending pose, not a drop of sweat on you. Felix attempted a weak smile while Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

"I understand what you mean," he said instantly, and you laughed, sitting on the floor in front of the boys. "How are you ever supposed to win?"

"Exactly! It's like she's set me up for failure," you whine, referring to your dance teacher.

"My sisters created more interesting dances for me when they were toddlers," Felix laughs, pulling you up from the floor after your dramatically lie back, ashamed of the dance you'll have to perform next week.

"Honestly? I'm super tempted to just re do the choreo. How will the judges know? It's not as if it's a set choreography or anything, this is genuinely what Ms Kwon created for me," you explain, a mischievous twinkle in your eye which both boys noticed.

"Look, I like Ms Kwon. She's a good teacher...but she cannot choreograph for shit. It's a known fact, have you not heard the other practical teachers talk shit about her?" Hyunjin comments, and Felix nods his head, turning to give Hyun a look.

"I know that look," you say quizzically. "What are you thinking?"

"If Yongbok is thinking what I'm thinking...that we spend the rest of our afternoon re-choreographing your shit dance and you win the competition," Hyunjin says confidently, looking at Felix for confirmation. Felix sends him back a wild grin, and the two boys turn to you expectantly.

You raise a skeptical eyebrow. "I dunno, Ms Kwon will kill me."

"I can tell you with full certainty that if you dance her choreo you will lose, bad. Even Minho couldn't make that dance look good," Hyun comments, and Felix nods his head. "If you get in trouble, Lix and I will take the blame. Ms Kwon adores us, she'll let it slide."

You ponder the idea. You knew you'd have a better shot at winning if you danced your own choreo, especially if Hyunjin and Felix helped you. You also knew you'd feel like an idiot dancing Ms Kwon's choreo, especially if your friends came to watch.

"You two are the world's worst influences, you know that, right?" You say in defeat, and you watch your friends high five each other.

You spend the next two hours listening to the music you'd been given and using the basis of Ms Kwon's choreo to create a new dance. Hyunjin, Felix and you have always worked really well together, and this is no different. Ideas flow out of each of you, and when you put them all together you have the basics down of a really good dance.

Your panting by the end of hour two, when Felix stops you for the day. "Let's call it there - it's already five pm and our table is booked for seven tonight," he explains, looking at you expectantly.

"Sounds good to me - we've done so much in such a short amount of time. I'm sure by next Friday you'll be more than prepared with the new choreo," Hyunjin says, picking up his bag. "You sure you don't want to come out with us tonight?"

You don't answer at first, checking your phone to see if Doha has messaged you back. Instead, the only text you've received is from your family group chat, your dad asking your mum what she was making for dinner. You roll your eyes fondly at the messages, thinking about when you'd next visit your parents since they were in Busan and you went to Uni in Seoul.

You looked up at Hyunjin as Felix went to the other side of you and you made your way out the rec. "I had asked Doha to come round tonight for movies but he's not replied to my texts since yesterday."

Hyunjin rolls his eyes. "Fuck that guy. I mean, don't actually fuck him, like fuck him, you know what I mean? He never replies to you, he never lets you go out - I don't even know why you're with him!"

"Hyunjin!" Felix says with a shocked expression, moving his head in front of you to mouth, 'shut up.'

"Sorry, but I'm just being honest. Felix thinks the same, it's a shame that you never come out with us, and don't get me started on that evil witch you call your best friend -" Hyunjin begins ranting, until Felix cuts him off.

"Hyun, enough! She already knows what we think," he says, before grabbing your hand and giving it a squeeze, turning to you. "And it's your life, don't listen to him."

"It's fine, Lix. I get why you guys are fed up with it, it's annoying that I never see you outside of uni, I know. It's just...we've been together since we were sixteen, and although things are a bit rough right now...it wasn't always like that," you explain, a sad sort of expression on your face. Felix nods understandingly.

"Please come out with us tonight," Hyunjin attempts one last time, stopping as you reach your student accommodation. You have your own room on a floor with three other people; one of whom being Seungmin, which is one of the reasons you got so close to Hyunjin and Felix out with dance this year. You laughed when you got your second-year accommodation and saw Seungmin's familiar face in the kitchen. Felix and Hyunjin are on the same floor in a building a ten-minute walk away. "Just for a bit, and then we will stop pestering you."

Felix and Hyunjin both look at you, anticipating what you'll say.

"Okay, fine," you huff, whilst the boys are almost jumping around with joy. "But when I want to go home, I'm going home, okay?"

"Fair enough!" Hyunjin almost shouts, a huge smile on his face. "Seungmin knows the place, you can walk with him. Oh my god, Minho's going to be so happy!"

Hyunjin starts skipping towards his dorm building and Felix gives you a hug, shaking his head. "He's such an idiot, but he's a persistent idiot. If you feel uncomfortable tonight I'll walk you back myself. And if your boyfriend gives you any trouble for being out with us...I'll get Chan to fight him. See you later!"

You laugh at your friend as he walks quickly towards Hyunjin. You shake your head fondly whilst using your key fob to enter your dorm building. When you get to your floor, Seungmin's in the communal kitchen/living area making ramen. You had grown close to him this year, being the only person in your dorm you knew.

You were glad you'd stuck to your guns and applied for boy/girl accommodation rather than only girls, which is what Doha tried to get you to apply to. He didn't understand why you'd ever want to live with boys, and you explained that you'd lived with only girls in first year and loathed it, and you wouldn't subject yourself to that again.

"Hey loser," Seungmin says to you with a braced smile. "You're late back."

"Long story. You know my super boring dance for the showcase competition thing?" You say, sitting on one of the high stools at the kitchen counter. Seungmin nods, stirring his ramen. "Hyunjin and Felix just helped me re-choreograph it."

"Oh, very rebellious," he says with a laugh. "But very necessary. I didn't know if you'd be out for dinner but I made extra ramen anyway, want some?"

You nod enthusiastically. "You're my favourite. Oh, also, Hyun and Lix were practically begging me to come out to the bar with you guys tonight, so I gave in. You can walk with me, right?" You ask him.

"You're actually going out with us tonight?" He says, shock evident on his features. "What's Doha saying about that?"

"Does everyone hate my boyfriend?" You say with a laugh, sensing the tone in Seungmin's voice as he says your boyfriends name. They had bumped into each other a couple times since you moved into your accommodation a couple weeks ago, and you thought they'd got on okay, but apparently not.

"It's not like I hate him, he just...I don't know. I get a weird vibe, but nothing to do with me. Anyway, yes I can walk with you. Now please go shower, cause you stink, and when you get out I'll have your ramen ready," he says, going back to stirring the noodles. Perhaps your favourite thing about Seungmin was how straightforward he was. It was one of the reasons you got on so well so quickly.

You do exactly what Seungmin says, taking a shower and washing your hair to get ready for the unexpected night ahead. You check your phone again, just incase Doha has replied, but he hasn't. Figures.

You send another message, adding onto the three you've already sent today, just explaining that you were going out with Hyunjin and Felix and their friends. You wait a couple minutes after pressing send, just to see if that sparks Doha's attention, but it doesn't, so you throw on a dressing gown and huffily go through to the kitchen.

There's two bowls of ramen sitting on the table, and of course Seungmin hasn't waited for you to start eating. You join him, digging into the food he has made for you.

"Mmm, this is great, thanks Seungmin," you say through mouthfuls of food. He nods at you appreciatively.

"So what made you decide to finally go to the bar with us?" He asks you.

"You guys are making it seem like I never spend any time with you!" You laugh. "I see you, Hyunjin and Felix literally every day, and I've been out with your group multiple times!"

"Sure, but only a couple times in the whole almost year you've known us, and you haven't even met half our friends yet," Seungmin points out, and you groan exasperatedly.

"I don't know. I just try my best to keep Doha on his good side, and he obviously doesn't like me spending all my time with guys. He prefers me hanging out with Sooyun," you explain in as best a way as possible.

"Oh, the she-witch?" Seungmin states instantly, and you roll your eyes. There was an incident at the end of last semester where Sooyun had bumped into you and Hyunjin walking around campus. She attended your university, whereas Doha attended the Uni in the next town over. She'd invited you both to go to a cafe with her, and you hadn't thought anything of it, but when you parted ways Hyunjin had told you how much he couldn't stand her the next day at dance practice.

"So first you hate my boyfriend, and now Hyunjin's made everyone hate my best friend too?" You say with a small smile, trying to stay positive. You were starting to really like Seungmin, you got on really well with Hyunjin despite your playful bickering, and you adored Felix...but every time they brought up how much they loathed your best friend and boyfriend you couldn't help but feel that horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach. These were your friends since high school, and you it honestly worried you how all your new friends seemed to dislike them.

"It's not like that. Sorry, it's really none of my business," Seungmin apologises.

"No it's fine, I get it. I guess you guys are just looking out for me."

Seungmin hums with a nod, agreeing with you. The two of you finish up eating and you take the bowls, taking them to wash them in the sink.

"Hyunjin especially. He puts on this front like he doesn't care about anyone or anything, and hides everything behind some nippy sarcastic comments, but he cares a lot more than you think," Seungmin explains. You've realised how intuitive he is, and it's so interesting to hear him talk about his friends.

"Anyway," you say, an attempt to divert the topic. "I decided to come tonight because I had plans with Doha but he's not replied to me all day. I've seen he's been active though, so I don't know what's going on, and please don't give me a lecture on how it's not a 'healthy relationship' or whatever the fuck, because I'm fully aware."

Seungmin just raised his eyebrows, drying the two bowls you've just washed and putting them in his designated cupboard.

"Sorry," you apologise. "That came off far too snippy than I intended it to."

"Don't sweat it. Just focus on looking pretty for tonight. Minho is desperate to meet you," Seungmin replies, no distaste in his tone. He seemed to understand whatever mess was going on in your head regarding your relationship situation, and you were thankful for that.

"So I've heard. Why?" You ask, walking through your hallway and stopping outside your bedroom door. Seungmin was the door opposite from you.

"Just cause he's a dancer, and the gruesome twosome haven't stopped singing your praises for the past year," Seungmin explains, and you laugh at his stupid nickname for Felix and Hyun.

You salut him, and he reciprocates the action as you disappear into your bedroom to get ready, a little ritual the two of you had started instead of saying goodbye. You spend the next hour doing your hair, makeup and picking out an outfit. After great consideration (having no idea what is bar etiquette suitable), you finally choose to wear leather jeans and a long sleeved crop top, trying to keep your outfit casual, but also making an effort. You wanted to make a good impression in-front of the people you hadn't met yet.

Seungmin knocks on your door at quarter to seven, and you come out after grabbing your bag and a jacket. You fall into step as you leave your dorm building and follow Seungmin as the two of you walk out of the campus grounds.

"So Hyunjin said you guys go to this bar often?" You say as you walk down the street.

"Yeah, pretty much every week. Now that Minho and Chan have graduated, we hardly see them since Minho's been on tour for three months and Chan works his ass off. Changbin works too, in addition to his uni course, but he still shows face a lot," Seungmin explains.

"So you guys have been friends since highschool?" You ask. Hyunjin and Felix had talked about their friend group often, but never in huge detail.

"Yeah, some of us from before then. I've known Jeongin since I was a baby, and Felix and Chris the same. We became close in high school and have kind of stayed in the same group since then," Seungmin tells you. You listen intently until Seungmin stops at the door of a cool looking bar. "This is us."

He pushes the door open and your instantly met with a group of boys sitting at a long table in the back corner of the bar. Seungmin goes before you, manoeuvring through the chaos to get to his friends. They greet him happily, and you try to put faces with names. You obviously recognise Felix and Hyun, who stand up to pull you in for a hug, and you recognise Jeongin and Jisung, but you can't remember out of the remaining three boys who's who. One, with dark hair and huge biceps, who flashes you a smile, you think must be Changbin - the music producer who spends half his life in the gym. Then, the handsome guy with a constant smile and accent, you figure must be Chan, the Australian. Then, that leaves...

You pull away from your hug with Felix as he holds your hand, something you've noticed he does a lot, to pull you so you're sitting beside him at the opposite end of the infamous Lee Minho. He was two years above you in university, and you remember all about the 'legacy', the famous dancer who was the best student the arts department had seen for years. You'd even been told by some of your lecturers you could give him a run for his money.

"So, this is your friend," Changbin starts as soon as you and Seungmin are seated. "It's nice to finally meet you in person."

"Lay off, Bin," Hyun says instantly, noticing his flirty eyes. "She's got a boyfriend."

"Shame," is all Changbin says, taking a sip of his drink. Beside him, Hyunjin gives him an elbow to the ribs.

"Seriously, we've finally got her to come out with us, don't give her a reason to never do it again," he says, glaring at his friend beside him. You laugh, waving your hand, an attempt to break the ice.

"Don't stress so much, Hyun. He's just trying to be nice," you say with a polite smile. Jeongin, who you've spoken to a couple of times before, raises an eyebrow at you.

"Ulterior motives," he says ominously, earning a laugh from everyone at the table.

"I don't think we've met before, I'm Chan," the man who you assumed was Chan says to your from a couple seats away, flashing a charming grin. You smile back, introducing yourself. "What do you guys want to drink?"

Seungmin tells Chan his drink of choice and you do the same, watching as he goes up to the bar and pays for the two drinks without a second thought.

"Is he always -" you start, aiming your question at Felix.

"Yeah, he's like the kindest person in the universe, you get used to it," he says with a grin. You nod in understanding and thank Chan when he comes back with your drink. You sip on it cautiously, beginning to settle into your friend's friend group.

"So," Changbin says, directing the conversation towards you. "You're on Hyunjin and Felix's dance course?"

You nod your head in reply, taking another sip of your drink.

"She's not just on it, she dominates it," Hyunjin says dramatically, hyping you up in front of his friends. You gaze goes straight to Minho, and you start to wonder if maybe Hyun and Lix had talked about him so much that you were subconsciously focusing on him.

"Is that so?" Minho says, speaking up for the first time. Hyunjin looks towards him and nods.

"Not even kidding. She was chosen out of the whole course for this showcase on Saturday. And she's got the highest grade in the year," Hyun carries on, and you feel your cheeks reddening at the compliments.

Minho whistles, leaning back. "Is this showcase something that can be watched?"

You almost widen your eyes at the words. This guy you've never met before wanting to watch a showcase you were in. "Yeah," you say, trying to sound as calm and collected as possible. "It's at the university, Saturday night, though I assure you it will be incredibly boring -"

"I'll be there," Minho cuts you off, and you see Felix wiggle his eyebrows from beside you. Thankfully, before you can combust, Seungmin speaks up.

"I'd like to come and watch too, if I can," he says to you, and you smile knowing your friend cares enough to take an interest in you. He's met with Jeongin agreeing, and then Jisung too, and before you know it all the boys are talking about how excited they are to see you dance on Saturday.

"See," Felix whispers from beside you. "I told you they'd love you."

You nod at him with a smile, thankful that his friends were accepting of you crashing their night.

"So, how was tour, Lino?" Chan asks, looking towards Minho as he does. The group falls quiet, listening intently.

"Amazing. Honestly better than anything I could've imagined. It was fucking tough though - no breaks, just constantly on the go. I think I had maybe two days in the whole three months that I didn't have something going on," he explains. You're intrigued with his words, knowing he's a professional dancer, hired to accompany whatever dance position his company need him for. Felix explained he'd been touring with a k-pop group as a back up dancer for the last three months.

"Jisung missed you," Changbin teases. "He kept saying how he misses you living with him and how he hates us all." Jisung scoffs at this, but you don't miss the fond look Minho shoots him.

"That's stretching the truth," Jisung starts, but it's met with a laugh from almost all the boys, and you know he's lying.

"Anyway, next round on me," Minho says, and the boys whoop knowing they get a free round. "What do you all want?"

Felix offers to help Minho carry the drinks, and after you tell the two boys what you want you're left with the rest of the group, sitting beside Changbin.

"So this boyfriend of yours," Changbin starts, and Hyunjin practically punches him on the arm.

"They've been together for like four years, dumbass. Leave the poor girl alone," he says glaringly.

"I'm just kidding, calm down Hyun," Changbin laughs, before he turns to you. "Seriously, I'm kidding. I think you're lovely, but you're not my type."

"The feelings mutual," you laugh, thankful that Changbin wasn't actually hitting on you. "It's funny to see Hyunjin get so protective, anyway."

"Isn't it!" Changbin laughs, and Hyunjin sends him a disgusted look. "He pretends to be so high and mighty, but he's such a baby."

"Okay, dickhead," Hyun laughs. "I didn't invite her tonight for you to rip the piss out of me in front of her."

"Aw, Hyun, don't get mad now that your friends like me better than you," you say in a mocking tone, earning a laugh from Changbin.

"I like her," he states abruptly, and you can't help but be proud that you're fitting in well.

After Minho and Felix come back with a drink for all of you, you fall into natural conversation with everyone. You discuss Seungmin's classical music course and how he's getting on, Chan's job and whatever else intrigues you. Before you know it, you're another three drinks down and definitely starting to feel them. The boys decide to play a game of pool, hogging the pool table beside your table in the bar as soon as the last group leave. You decide to watch rather than play, checking your messages to see whether you'd had a reply yet. Radio silence.

"I see why the boys have been hiding you from me," someone says to you, jolting you out of your thoughts as you switch off your phone. Minho slides into the seat beside you, taking a sip of his drink.

"And why's that?" You say in return, turning to face the man beside you. For the first time tonight, you let yourself really look at him. He's so insanely pretty it's a joke, sharp jawline and gorgeous side profile. You have to physically snap yourself out of the trance he has you in, reminding yourself that although you and Doha are going through a rough time, he's still your boyfriend.

"You're just too perfect," he says with a smirk, and you scoff. If he's saying you're perfect, he's kidding himself. "I don't think I've ever looked as forward to watch someone perform as I am to watch you on Saturday."

"That's only because Hyun and Lix have hyped me up to you as much as they have you to me," you point out, sipping your drink. "You're not interested in the game?"

You nod over to the boys hollering around the pool table beside you and watch as Minho flashes you a smile. "Unfortunately I've been disallowed to enter into pool competitions. They get pissed off when I win."

You roll your eyes at the man's cockiness. It's as though he knows the effect he's having on you and wants to play into it as much as possible.

"So you went to our uni," you say instead, changing the topic. Minho nods. "You're a bit of a legacy on campus, you know."

Now it's Minho's turn to scoff, leaning back in his chair lazily. "For all the wrong reasons, I presume."

You laugh at this, nodding your head. "You are certainly a hot topic amongst the girls, that's for sure."

"Well, if you're ever in need of a friendly fuck, I'm your guy," he says nonchalantly, and you almost spit out your drink at his boldness.

"I'm fine, but thanks for the offer," you say with a sharp tone of voice. Who the hell does this guy think he is? It's at that point Felix falls into the seat beside you, his eyes thick with drunk as he starts to slur his words.

"He's not giving you too much of a tough time is he?" Felix smiles lazily, resting his head on your shoulder. It's late, and you know Felix can't handle his drink well, so you allow it.

"I'm being a perfect gentlemen," Minho counters with a raised brow.

"If offering to fuck is being a gentlemen, then sure," you reply, an edge in your tone, but when Minho gives you a genuine laugh, your facade drops and you join him in laughter. You still can't figure him out, but you laugh with him nonetheless, enjoying letting loose for once.

"Jesus Minho, lay off for once," Felix laughs, knowing his friend doesn't mean any harm. "Her boyfriend would beat the shit out of you if he could."

You roll your eyes, knowing the hard man act Doha puts up a lot of the time is just that - an act. Minho's demeanour would be enough to send Doha running, you thought.

"As if," Minho scoffs. You're about to reply when Seungmin walks over to you with a huff.

"Time to go, loser. I lost bad," he says with a pouty face, and you stand up, manoeuvring around Felix as you laugh at Seungmin to grab your jacket and bag to join Seungmin on the walk home.

"You're not staying until the end of the game?" Minho asks, looking towards Seungmin as his friend shakes his head.

"It will go on for hours. Hyunjin and Changbin are on the verge of physically fighting at this point," Seungmin explains, looking over to the two boys. You watch as they argue about who's turn it is and laugh, walking towards them to say your goodbyes. Hyunjin gives you a quick hug and mentions class on Monday, whearas Changbin, Jeongin, Chan and Jisung smile at you.

"It was lovely to meet you," Chan says, and you reply before turning to hug Felix goodbye.

"Thanks for coming," he says as he wraps his arms around you. "I hope they weren't too awful."

"I actually had fun," you say as you pull away from him. You turn to Minho, giving him a half smile.

"I'll see you on Saturday, I guess," you say to him, letting Seungmin help you put your arms through your jacket.

"You will indeed," he winks at you, and you roll your eyes as you walk out the bar, holding the door open for Seungmin.

"So," he says as your hit with the cold September air. "Do you hate our friends?"

"Quite the opposite," you say with a fond smile. "I'm surprised I got along with them as well as I did."

"I'm not," Seungmin said, which made you smile. "I could tell they'd like you. Even Minho spent a lot of time with you, and he's a great judge of character. Don't tell him I said that."

You laugh at your friend as you continue your walk to the dorm building.

"Thanks for walking with me," you say to him when you unlock the floor door. "I appreciate it."

He gives you a toothy grin, waving his hand. "No sweat. Just know that they will be on your ass about coming out with us again now."

You roll your eyes and for the second time today give your friend a salut, as he reciprocates the action and disappears into his bedroom.

You look at you phone and still, no text from your boyfriend. You groan at this point, seeing he has been active on social media but is apparently just choosing to ignore your messages. You knew that you'd been going through a rough patch, not seeing each other half as much as you used to, but seriously? A whole day with no reply?

You go to bed that night feeling a mixture of emotions. It was almost as if you could feel a shift in your life, as if you knew things were starting to change. For the better or worse, you didn't know. But for some reason, you were feeling ten times more anxious for next Saturday than you were before.

PART TWO HERE!

taglist

@miamyre @skzgallll

738 notes · View notes

swap-meetog · 2 years

Text

Stolen Body, Stolen Confidence

My name is Seb, and I have pretty much the perfect life. I’m a senior in college and about to graduate with my degree in Communication. I have earned nothing less than straight As the entire time I’ve been a student here. My parents are both venture capitalists, so we have never wanted for anything a day in our lives. On top of having my school tuition paid for out-of-pocket, I get a generous monthly allowance that covers everything I could ever need, from the latest and most expensive clothes, to the cutting edge of technology, I own it all. I require only the best, after all, in order to look the part of the sexy billionaire heir. I make it a point to go to the gym every day after classes let out. In fact, this is a picture of me that I took earlier today at the university’s fitness center. I can outlift most of the people there, and I am easily able to run faster and longer than any of them. The gym is like my sanctuary. I’ve worked hard for my body, a body that anyone would be jealous of. Girls want to fuck me (trust me, I’ve had sex with more than my fair share of big-titted bimbos) and dudes want to be me.

This is (well… was) Aiden. Aiden and I have known each other since freshman year of college when we were unwitting roommates in the dorms. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a nice dude, it’s just that he was so scrawny and a little bit of a nuisance. All he ever wanted to do was play on his Xbox, eat increasingly gross and smelly snacks, and stay inside where he knew that he would never need to speak with anyone. He had the lowest amount of self-esteem that I had ever seen. Eventually, after weeks of trying, I managed to convince him to come to the gym with me. He only went once. That’s actually where this picture of him is from. He vowed to never show his face there again though, after he dropped the lowest possible setting on the weights and got laughed out of the room. I have to admit, even though I felt bad for the guy in that moment, I couldn’t help but join in on the rowdy chorus of gym bros guffawing at him as the weights clanged to the floor. I needed to save my reputation because they’d all seen me walk in with him and I couldn’t let anyone know that I was willing to stick up for a weakling like him. I should’ve said something. But, of course, I didn’t, and we all know that it only takes one mistake to haunt you for the rest of your life.

From that day on, Aiden resented me and the ground that I walked on. He grew ever distant, and ignored me even when we were in the room together. He was asleep when I got back from the gym in the evenings and gone for his classes by the time I woke up. He still came back during the day to unwind and play video games, but I was never around in the daytime anymore either, having just rushed and been pledged to the most prestigious and coveted, best fraternity on campus: Alpha Alpha Alpha. I think I caught him once at night, jerking off in his bed, moaning rather loudly and listening to two men have what sounded like pretty rough sex. I had no idea that he was gay! Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against gay people, I just don’t get the appeal of it at all. I have access to the greatest array of women that anyone could ever want; there’s no way I’d give that up for a man! “Ha!” I involuntarily chuckled. He definitely heard me, though I didn’t wait to find out as I turned over in my bed and pretended to fall asleep. He turned the volume down but continued to watch it. Gross!

The awkwardness between us continued for the rest of the year, and after our second semester had ended, we went our separate ways for good.

Or so I thought.

—

It was a chilly, spring morning, almost three years since I’d last seen Aiden. I had gotten used to taking morning classes by now, something that would have been unthinkable as a freshman. I had forgotten all about Aiden, a man whose name never once crossed my mind. He, on the other hand, had obsessed over that moment in the gym and it had made him bitter. It created a fear in Aiden, so pervasive that there was no way he would feel comfortable enough to go to a gym again, for fear of further ridicule and mockery. The handful of times he tried, no matter where it was, he ended up having a panic attack and needing to go home. A lack of exercise, a poor diet and a sedimentary lifestyle playing video games took its toll. In a matter of months, Aiden went from 110 pounds soaking wet, to 200 on a good day. By this current year: our senior year of college, Aiden weighed almost 320 pounds of mostly all fat and no muscles.

The entire time he’d been gaining weight, he’d also been putting his advanced understanding of cellular biology to good use. He would spend hours in the school’s biology lab, working on a way to get back at me, the man who not only forced him to go to the gym in the first place, but who pretended to be his friend while so eagerly able to stab him in the back. He was mad at me — probably for good reason, and he let that anger drive him. It was because of me that no man wanted him sexually and nobody ever found him attractive. To him, it was all my fault that he was still a virgin and because of that, he would fantasize about dominating me with his pure size as he fapped his comparatively tiny penis over the top of his shelf of a belly.

Finally, on the first of April, Aiden, who was now more of a social recluse than ever, had a breakthrough. He created a serum to switch our bodies and steal my life. This was, in his mind so twisted by hate, the only way to get back at me for stealing what could’ve been the best years of his life.

I was walking to class, bundled up in a hoodie and an expensive pair of sweatpants, oblivious to the world and listening to a podcast blaring through the speakers of my AirPods. That’s why I didn’t see him as he crept up behind me and reached around me to spray me some sort of squirt bottle. I hardly even noticed as I fainted and fell backwards. Aiden caught me and dragged me into an empty building nearby as he waited for his infused formula to take effect.

—

Before long, I wake up with a killer headache. I had a hard time seeing at first, as my blurry vision came into focus. I tried, not once, not twice, but three times to sit up on the mattress I found myself on. For some reason, I just couldn’t manage to pull myself up. Was I too heavy? That can’t be right.

“Roll over onto your belly and bring your legs to the floor. Then push yourself up using your arms”. I hear a calm and cool voice come from somewhere in the room. It’s a voice that sounds eerily familiar.

I do what he tells me to. Not because I want to, but because it’s the only thing I can physically do to get up and gather my bearings. When I finally am able to look down, I see thick layers of fat all over my body. I’m paler than I have ever been, and there is a thick, pungent odor of sweat emanating from my armpits. I look over at the only other person in the room and I gasp! It’s me! But I’m me! Wait! There’s a mirror!

I gaze into the mirror and I see Aiden. For all of the fat he’s put on, his face is still recognizable and I also see the old him in my new eyes. I’m freaking out, when he and I parted ways, Aiden looked nothing like this. Now that he is me, I’m the one who looks like a monstrosity. I’m fat! Fatter than my old alpha body was even capable of being. I look over my shoulder in the mirror at my doppelgänger who is silently watching. It must be Aiden in there then. Somehow, this is all his fault.

“What the hell did you do to me?” I accuse him, with a threatening tone. It falls flat though, because there’s no way this body could intimidate my own. My old body has twice as much muscle and can probably move three times as effortlessly as I can now. I’m nothing, compared to him.

“Nothing that you didn’t do to yourself, Seb.” He flashes my million-dollar grin at me.

I feel a flash of anger erupt in my head and in my throat. I start to roar and I reach out to grab him to strangle him for stealing my hard earned body and leaving me with this mess of one. All of a sudden though, he snaps his fingers and I feel docile, unable to move or even speak. He knows he’s won as he reaches out and begins to rub my new, fatty body.

As he kneads my newfound skin and rubs my copious mounds of fat like a massage, I can’t believe the level of pleasure he’s giving me. It’s like an orgasm with each thrust of his manly hands. I find myself moaning and groaning in pure bliss as he makes me his plaything. Eventually, he speaks. I still can’t get over hearing my own voice talking to me, but it’s hard to even notice as I am overcome by lust. I look up at him and gulp, gosh I’m so handsome! Wait, it’s not gay to find yourself attractive right, even if you’re not exactly yourself?

“Listen Seb, your name is Aiden now. I’m not going to be giving your body back, ever, but I can make it so that you’re so sensitive that every single graze of even the lightest shirt fabric will make you keel over and cum on the spot. Would you like that? Would you like to feel like you’re feeling now, but at every single second of the day?” He asks me.

I don’t know if it was because I was extremely horny or if I actually wanted this, but I agreed with his question and he laughed an evil rumble at my ignorance.

“Excellent choice Aiden!” The new Seb yells at me, “From this moment on, you will be me: the biggest loser known to mankind. You will become overwhelmed with orgasmic pleasure any time your skin is touched and you will never run low on sexual stamina. You will get off on being watched, in public, cumming into your shorts and you will never ever EVER be able to work off this fat or get fit again!” He’s moved his way down to my new dick and strokes it with expert-like movement.

I scream as cum erupts out of my way smaller dick. My old dick wasn’t even this small when it was flaccid. I learned later that as soon as I came, I became locked in this form forever. I would be nothing but a fat, beta, gay, bitch for the rest of my pitiful life. Aiden stole my body, my money, and my self-confidence. Now I’m a nervous wreck when it comes to leaving my new home and I haven’t stepped foot in my old sanctuary—the gym, since then. Though I have seen my old body, the former Aiden turned Seb, saunter in there confidently on more than one occasion during the past couple of months. I wish I had his swagger and confidence. Is it just me or is he looking bigger than ever?

Maybe I got what I deserved. If I hadn’t have shattered his ego, he would be doing the same thing he’s doing now, just in his own body and not mine. We might even still be friends. Instead, I can’t do anything but fantasize about Seb and his sexy body. Do you think he’ll let me worship his body if I ask nicely enough? Oh god!! I’m cumming! Already?

#bodyswap #male body swap #body switch #male transformation #male tf

420 notes · View notes

r-ene · 1 year

Text

05.19.23

It's really finals for this semester. my exams for all classes are sporadically scheduled, depending on the prof and us, the class as we get asked when we would want to take the finals. even the professors are itching to stop with academics and get a vacation.

currently i've taken my minors exams and pediatrics. i'm very proud of my pediatric final grade ?? with this i conclude that professors significantly impact students' performance in their classes. my professor for cardioanatomy and physiology, neuroanatomy, microbiology for 2nd year and pediatrics and neonatal for this semester is one of the best educators i've come across. actually most of my professors are, but doc's leaving for a month and will stop teaching since he got promoted in his hospital into a very big position and today was our last-ever meeting with him and i just wanted to show some appreciation, hahaha

so, yeah. as i complete my finals requirements and exams, i will do so with a grateful spirit because the professors in my current university really brings out the best in me. i'm more confident now with my brain and self and i think most of my social anxiety's went away that i agreed to participate in the national convention for an event ?? although one factor for that is because my team consists of my close friends, but still. really big step and i'm proud of myself and insanely grateful for everything, haha.

anw wish me luck with finding a uni to cross-enroll to this midyear to complete my subjects so i could go on to internship next year !!

126 notes · View notes

shock · 1 year

Text

feeling so sappy today. one of my students had a profoundly impactful life experience and hasn't been at school for weeks. ive been supporting the family, who don't usually trust anyone, since that event. today i took that student to the library and together we caught up on work, made it make sense, and helped them get the courage to come back on Monday. i got them a milkshake and took them home, awed at the trust I've been given.

yesterday a kid who's mother died last year was triggered in class and came to me. we invented hand signals so teachers could help. the day before I got a student who was just outside our bus coverage a coat and gloves and I got to watch them walk home warm. on Monday i brought a student's favorite candy because it was their birthday. I got two of them and told them that if they want, they can share one, but one was just for them to enjoy because it was their special day. I told all their favorite past and present teachers, and they each had special individual moments with them. their mom died two months ago and when i asked what they improved on this semester, they said "showing up even when its hard".

one of my students found out their uncle was in critical condition and i was who they told. They update me every day, and when i sat with them at the end of friday and told them to promise that they'll do something this weekend to make themself happy, they smiled and said they would.

one of my students' mother was killed over winter break. I was able to make them laugh before they went home. The last thing that happened before I left for the weekend was a parent telling my thank you, I appreciate you, I appreciate everything you do.

None of this is about me or a pat on my own back, this is me in pure awe of the strength im privileged to witness in people every day. I pursued this field because I wanted to replace the spaces filled by people who looked at me like I was a problem and not a person. it's an unbelievably joyous, complicated, feeling to stand in front of all of these amazing human beings and be allowed to witness their strength. I see moments so similar to my own life playing out in front of me, different because I was there. Different because a kid had an adult that told them they deserve better. my inner child isn't healed by expecting that anyone in front of me needs the solution I never got, my inner child is healed by being invited to participate in the lives of kids who will grow up and be more confident than I was that they deserve respect, love, kindness, with a higher bar for what they're willing to accept in their relationships, from authority, from friends, with a voice they know they can use, with evidence in an adult looking out for them with proper boundaries that are explained.

I've learned so much more from the kids Ive worked with for two years than what was beaten and shamed into me my whole life by the people who claimed to help me. I spend more time with these kids than many of their parents do. It's an incredible feeling to know that every year there will be more kids growing up in my community who know that they aren't a problem to be fixed or solved or silenced, and that I get to have the greatest honor of growing older in my community, getting to be recognized as mentor and friend and family by the people who grow up around me. the longer I do this the bigger my community gets. its a beautiful, indescribable feeling to go to the gas station, the grocery store, a walk, and never feel alone. home is other people.

132 notes · View notes

itstorimf · 1 year

Text

risky, risky, risky - professor!dad!chan x female reader

chapter one: "Mr. Fine-Ass-Man"

word count: 1.1K

warnings: foul language, mentions of alcohol, age gap (only by a few years but jus incase that makes anyone uncomfortable), let me know if i missed anything

series masterlist

*written in Y/N's pov*

To say that my third year in college was difficult would be an understatement. As a creative writing major, most of my days consisted of sitting in my cramped apartment writing. I hadn't had much time for relationships or partying or bar hopping like the other students my age, and honestly, I was okay with that. I really only had one friend, a sister almost. Wonyoung. She also happened to be my roommate. She was in a few of my classes in the early years of our college adventure. Wonyoung and I had nothing in common, which is why I think I gravitated towards her so much. If I was the moon, Wonyoung was the sun. Warm, bright, and inviting. Wonyoung was able to find a balance between school, working at the cafe on our campus, and maintaining an ever growing social life. I envied that about her.

"Y/NN!!!" Wonnie yelled from the bathroom.

"Ya! You only ever call me that if you need something. What do you want?" I responded, leaving the comfort of my room. She was getting ready to go out with a few of our classmates for drinks at the nightclub that was not to far away from the campus, Venom. Venom was owned by three guys that graduated from our school, so it was extremely well known by the students. When I got to the bathroom, Wonyoung was dressed in a pink minidress with her hair in waves that ended at the small of her back.

"Y/NN, please please please come out with me tonight!" she said overly excited. "You had your last final today which means you don't have any priorities anymore. Please!"

"Which is exactly why I want to stay in tonight! Won, I've be knee deep in homework and study sessions for the last two months. All I want to do is sleep." I started walking back to my room in an effort to ignore her begging.

"Come on. Since it's the last day, I'm almost certain that everyone is going to be there." Wonnie continued pleading. I turned around and gave her a look.

"Exactly! I don't know if being surrounded by a bunch of hot, sweaty, drunk bodies sounds like the best way to celebrate the semester ending." I continued to walk back to my room.

"Sunghoon's gonna be there," she said. I stopped for a second. Sunghoon was one of Wonyoung's closest friends. We had only met a few times, but he might have been the single most attractive man I had ever met. Wonnie could tell that her suggestion had affected me because I could hear her giggling. My crush on Sunghoon was very small, but obviously enough to change my mind about my plans. "Soooo.. I take that as you're coming?"

"Jang Wonyoung. You are going to be the absolute death of me!"

And yet I agreed. Wonyoung finished her makeup and decided that she wanted to play dress up with me. She lent me one of her dresses, a black silk minidress that came just below my ass. Never something I would have chosen for myself, but when I looked in the mirror, I felt more confident than ever. The material was flattering and accentuated my body shape rather than hid it. Wonnie did my makeup and finished my hair for me. The whole scene felt like I was in a cheesy high school movie, but nonetheless the damage had been done. I slipped on a pair of the comfiest heels I owned and we were ready to go.

The line to get into the club was long, but because Wonnie is Wonnie we were able to skip the line. I scanned the club floor and just as I had imagined, it was full of people, dancing and drinking like there was no tomorrow.

"Oh! I see them!" Wonyoung yelled as she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bar. Once we were able to push ourselves through the crowd, Wonnie announced our arrival. "Guys! You know my roommate! Y/N. Guys. Guys. Y/N." I waved at the group. It consisted of a few of our fellow creative writing majors and some of the guys on the football team. All of which were already drunk as fuck.

"Hey! Can I get you both a drink?" a boy named Heeseung asked. Wonnie accepted and downed her shot of tequila in the time it took me to blink. I opted out of the shot taking and ordered myself a cocktail to sip on throughout the night. While I knew I wasn't driving and I didn't have to be as careful I was, I also knew that I didn't want to wake up with a massive hangover. I looked over at Sunghoon, who was preoccupied in a conversation with a girl I had seen in a few of my classes, Ryujin. I couldn't be too heartbroken that he wasn't giving me the time of day. After all, it wasn't like he knew me all that well. I brushed it off and looked over at my best friend who was having the time of her life. She grabbed my hand again and led me to the dance floor.

I had always been a lightweight when it came to drinking, so having the one drink already gave me the courage to dance. I let the heavy bass of the music take over and swayed my body side to side. I might have looked like a lunatic on the dance floor, but at that point I didn't care.

"Hey. I'm sorry about the whole Sunghoon thing!" Wonnie yelled over the music, just loud enough so I could hear.

"It's totally fine. I didn't come out for him. I'm here to party with you!" I told her.

"Y/NNNNNN!" she whined and pulled me into a hug. "Oh my god. Don't look now, but there is a fine ass man looking over here." I let go of her and subtly turned around to look at this so-called fine ass man she was talking about. Holy shit. She was right. He was sitting at a table with two other guys. They all looked a little bit older, maybe their mid twenties. He was dressed in a white button down shirt with a few buttons opened and the sleeves rolled up. He looked like he had just stepped off of a movie lot, so effortlessly attractive. We made eye contact briefly before I broke away and looked back at Wonyoung. "Y/N. Please go talk to him!" she pleaded. I laughed.

"Yeah right bitch! No way someone looks like that and is not already taken." My feet started to ache from all of the standing and dancing. "I love you... so much, but I'm about ready to cut my toes off right now. I'm gonna go sit down for a sec." She kissed my cheek and continued dancing, her friends eventually joining her.

I found an unoccupied table in the corner of the club and took a sip of the drink I still had. I checked my phone to look the time. 1:30 AM. Clearly, Wonnie wasn't going to make it to her shift in the morning which meant that I would more than likely have to pick it up for her. I grabbed my clutch and started to get up to tell Won that I was about ready to leave, when I literally stumbled into someone. I grabbed onto the unknown person for balance and saw the sleeves of a white button up. Embarrassed I looked up at the person, and of course, it was no one other than "Mr. Fine-Ass-Man" himself.

#skz bang chan #bang chris #bang chan #bang chan x female reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan college au #stray kids fanfic #stray kids #skz fanfic #skz

74 notes · View notes

schalotte · 2 months

Text

it's so wild how you can have instructors on opposite ends of the Do They Give A Fuck spectrum like this one that i took a translation class with last year would let us send in voluntary homework and read it and send it back with notes within like a couple days and that's what made me LOVE that class even though in person we mostly just went over our assignments as a group which was boring as hell but that opportunity to work on our own and get feedback helped me so much. and i have another class with her this semester and i sent her an email a few days ago to tell her about a scheduling issue and she replied the same day and sent a follow-up today to let me know she resolved the issue. so sweet!!! meanwhile another instructor is my sworn enemy even though she's good in class because she's sooo unreliable and i actively avoided taking classes w her after my first semester because of this but last semester i had no other choice and just when i thought she might win me back (even though she was still cancelling classes left and right like nobody's business) she told me i could email her to ask about my grade and then never got back to me . GIRL ! i know she has 1 million students but i also don't understand why she keeps taking on more classes only to neglect them 50% of the time

#a lot of words about something only i care about. kiss. Mrs. T if u see this ur a real one...

11 notes · View notes

blouisparadise · 1 year

Photo

Today we’re excited to share the fourth part to our college/university rec list! If you missed them, you can find part one here, part two here, and part three here. If you enjoy these fics, please be sure to like and reblog the post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Outline Of My Sins | Explicit | 6551 words

Prompt 453: AU where alpha Harry is an art student who is taking a figure drawing class and omega Louis is the nude model. In the many years that Harry has taken art classes, he has never been more hot and bothered than now, having to stare at a beautiful nude omega model for hours.

2) Is Ur Muffin Buttered? | Explicit | 7053 words

He knew what he was getting into when he began to hook up with Harry Styles. How could he not? Everyone on campus knew about him, the type of player he was, ready to break hearts and beds and all that. But it wasn’t as if he had planned the mess he was getting into it, at least not in the beginning.

3) Peaches | Explicit | 7669 words

Once behind Harry, he bends over and places his hands on Harry’s thighs, slowly rubbing while bringing them up to Harry’s chest. Noticing the more prominent bulge in the alpha’s pants, the omega starts to whisper the lyrics in Harry’s ear.

4) Kiss It Better | Mature | 8080 words

Harry shakes his head with a light laugh and leans down to kiss him again which Louis happily accepts even if he is a little confused by the reaction. "Baby, not a night has gone by that I haven't thought about you in my bed, naked, and begging for my cock."

Blinking up at him with wide eyes, Louis opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out. While they did flirt a lot over the last few weeks, Harry had never said anything like that. It shocks him as much as it turns him on.

"News to me."

"I won't lie and say I like random hookups or casual sex, but to me this isn't what that is."

Louis swallows thickly, unsure of what to say to that but once again Harry gives him an out.

"So, If you want we can stay up here and I can show you all the things I've thought about doing to you." Another kiss, quick and sweet. "Or, we can go back downstairs and we'll dance all night."

5) Be The Artist To My Muse | Explicit | 9665 words

“I think I’m in love,” Harry says, flopping back to lay on the bench again.

Nick sighs and pats Harry on the head.

“There, there. You’ll forget him in a day or so.”

6) The One Who Stays And The One Leaving You | Mature | 10315 words

Fuck.

He had just slept with none other than Harry Styles.

7) Like A Hurt, Lost, And Blinded Fool | Not Rated | 13919 words

ABO college AU where alpha Harry is a frat boy and he asks omega Louis out multiple times but he rejects him every time because Louis doesn’t like how frat boys act towards omegas. One night at a Halloween party, Harry dresses up as a stormtrooper and keeps his mask on all the time and flirts with Louis and Louis flirts back without knowing that’s Harry under the costume.

8) No Lemon Drops No Bubblegum | Explicit | 14979 words

They never interacted in that one semester, in that one class, and never were put in the same group, never sat close to each other. Then again, it’s not like Louis was hoping it’ll turn to something more. Just a fleeting crush, that he’ll get over once he stops seeing him every week.

Except he hasn’t stopped, he’s still thinking about it once in a while. What’s Harry Styles doing today? Has he cut his hair? Does he still eat scones for breakfast every Wednesday? He got his answers now, at least about the state of his hair. Harry’s hair is a lot shorter than the last he remembers, it curls around his ear, framing his square jaw nicely. He’d have to ask about the scone next time. If there’s ever a next time.

University AU. In which Louis is most definitely not pining.

9) Nothing’s Scarier Than Losing You | Explicit | 15466 words

When Louis and Harry run into each other at a Halloween party two months after their breakup, they’re reminded of how rude, infuriating, and utterly perfect for each other they are.

10) Treading Through Flowerbeds | Explicit | 20384 words

“So are you coming to class or are you gonna take the day off to shop online for your vibrator?” Zayn props his shoulder against the doorframe and watches Louis scurry around their room in amusement.

“I wouldn’t have lost the bet if—” Harry and his massive dick didn’t exist, “—you didn’t make us go to that frat party.”

“You’re the one who said you could flirt your way out of a speeding ticket with that old, bald policeman,” Zayn replies. “You know, you should be glad we went with the vibrator up your arse instead of taking Viagra before class.”

11) Baby, Loving You’s The Real Thing | Explicit | 21011 words

Harry never thought he’d be taking care of a child at the age of twenty-one—well, trying to anyway.

12) Cut The Sides, Don’t Touch The Back | Explicit | 21596 words

Prompt 87: Harry’s been talking about getting a mullet for so long and Louis hates how good he pulls it off.

13) It’s Not A Walk In The Park To Love Each Other | Explicit | 24461 words

The one where Harry and Louis are roommates forced to quarantine together, but they hate each other very much a lot.

14) If It Wasn't For The Nights | Explicit | 28499 words

“Okay, so. You didn’t fuck. But you’re gonna go hiking with Harry?” Zayn raises an eyebrow. “You don’t even go outside.”

Louis groans, crossing his arms on the table and hiding his face in them. “I know.”

15) Dont Know Its Lost Til You Find It | Explicit | 30614 words

Maybe it’ll be better this way. Maybe Louis just needs to distance himself, get over his crush so Harry doesn’t have to worry about his obsessive friend who feels too much and says too little.

He wonders what this girl is like. What she looks like, what conversations they had to make Harry fall for her in three days. If maybe she’s just stellar in bed. If she smells like heaven or if it’s just the fact she’s a girl.

He wonders and wonders, resists the temptation to stare at the alpha, and gets exactly no work done.

16) You're An Alpha, Harry! | Explicit | 32900 words

Right before Harry goes to university, he presents as an alpha. Struggling with his newfound identity in a completely different environment, he seeks advice from the notorious Louis Tomlinson, an omega whose claim to fame is being the local campus sex expert. Sex Education AU.

17) If The Sun Don’t Shine | Explicit | 36335 words

In a world where you meet your soulmates in dreams, Louis has spent the last three years going to bed hoping to finally meet his, only to end up disappointed time and time again. It all changes with a violin.

18) Voicemail Sings A Wreck | Explicit | 37016 words

Louis is the president of the biggest omega sorority on campus, Harry is the president of the biggest alpha fraternity on campus, and they do not get along.

19) Catch Me If I Fall | Explicit | 47099 words

Lovers when on the stage but bitter rivals as soon as they step off, Harry and Louis have butted heads from the moment they first met. Locked in a stalemate that they hope to ride out until graduation, things take a turn when Harry learns that Louis is hiding a secret.

20) I Can’t Help It (If You Look Like An Angel) | Explicit | 52277 words

Louis remembered how just moments before he had been grateful at the pieces in display being anonymous for everyone that wanted to see them, a thin veil that protected the artists established firmly in place despite the disappointed faces from the gallery visitors when they realised they couldn't track what their eyes saw back to anyone, and they couldn’t demand any kind of explanations from them regarding what they felt.

That relief got lost in the back of his mind when his eyes caught onto the painting, the obvious attentiveness and care poured in the canvas making his chest hurt.

What do you find to be the most beautiful thing in the world?

Apparently, for someone, it was him.

21) Lost In The Sirens | Explicit | 53729 words

ABO fic where alphas and omegas can’t cohabitate as friends and Harry ‘supposed-to-be-a-beta’ Styles presents a few weeks before he and Louis ‘hot/spicy-omega-bestie’ Tomlinson are set to move into their new uni flat.

22) Gallery Of Us | Explicit | 55778 words

Harry knew what he was doing in life, everything laid out in black-and-white, each day pleasantly predictable. Cue lively art student, Louis, trying to find his place. An almost insufferably happy person who sometimes forgets to hide the way they feel meets the person who is diligent enough to notice and determined to make a difference.

23) It’s Golden, Like Daylight | Explicit | 61496 words

A college/ABO/fake relationship AU where longtime friends, Harry and Louis, come up with the perfect plan to fake date, which, of course, ends up being a complete disaster.

24) Lost & Found In Oblivion | Explicit | 74799 words

Omega Louis decided to hire an alpha for his heat to ease his touch deprivation, but little did he know everything would grow into so much more.

25) You’ve Got A Higher Power, You’re Once In Any Lifetime | Explicit | 113444 words

In a society full of prejudices, finding a family and being accepted, also seemed like an unrealistic utopia.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#bottom louis #top harry #larry #fic recs #blp #blp fic recs #college au #university au

120 notes · View notes

jellysaidshit · 3 months

Text

Our story. Chapter 1.

Content warnings: smoking mentioned. Other than that, nothing much.

It was a very calm morning. Too calm. A dark-haired girl sat in the living room of her student accommodation, enjoying the last moments alone. A cup of warm tea in her hands was her main source of comfort this morning while the dog at her feet quietly snored. She looked over the room she was in: walls were empty without all the pictures her previous roommates had, but it was a pleasure to see how tidy the place got.

She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. “Everything is gonna be good,” she told herself. She did not enjoy living with people, let alone people she didn’t know at all. Yet there she was, waiting for her new roommates, because she didn’t enjoy being homeless either. The girl heard a loud knock on the door which caused her to open her eyes. “Good bye, sweet peace,” she mumbled and with another deep breath she got up and went to open the door.

On the other side of the door, a black-haired lean figure stood with two bags, one in her hand and another on the floor next to her. A cigarette tucked behind her ear, she knocked on the door one more time. a second after, the door opened to reveal a girl and a black dog behind it.

“Hello, is this the…”

“I know you,” the girl inside the dorm interrupted the one who stood outside. “Are you majoring in psychology? I studied it two semesters ago, sat behind you in the class.”

The taller girl nodded, “I still don’t remember you,” she said, tilting her head to the side and staring at the girl in the room. “My name is River, I’m guessing I’m your new roommate.”

“I’m Nyx,” the girl moved away to let River enter the living space. “You’re the first to arrive.” Nyx said as she watched her new roommate move her bags inside. River put her luggage on the floor of the living room as she took the atmosphere of the living room.

“Nice place,” she said, turning back to face Nyx. “How many of us is there gonna be?”

“Four,” the girl answered. “So we don’t have to share bedrooms.”

Not letting the room to fall silent, someone knocked on the door again. Murmuring a few more cuss words, Nyx moved to open the door again. She was met with an even taller and heavy-breathing pink-haired figure. ‘I was too soon to call the first one tall,’ she thought to herself.

“Hi,” the chubby person managed to let out a breathy greeting. Nyx noticed a pin on person’s shoulder that said ‘they/any’ and smirked slightly. “I’m sorry, the stairs and me had a disagreement. I’m Ash, Ash Jung,” they rushed to introduse themselves as they saw the other girl look at their pin.

Nyx rolled her eyes and let Ash step inside. She was not ready to deal with the high energy person. Not today, not tomorrow, never. “ I’m Nyx,” she said as the massive figure moved their bags inside.

“I’m River, let me help you,” black-haired girl reached to grab one of Ash’s bags only to be stopped by their owner.

“No need, they’re awfully heavy,” they said as they grabbed the last one and moved it inside. “Literature major makes people lift books instead of dumbbells.” Ash giggled at their own joke when they felt River’s heavy stare on themselves. The lean figure stared at the chubby one with a curiosity, but Ash could only interpret the stare as a judgemental one. They shrugged and bit their lip, feeling like their roommates were about to diss them and their bags full of books.

“Nice sweater,” black-haired girl said, eyes still on the other person’s figure.

“You really gotta fix your face,” Nyx mumbled. “You’re scaring people.”

“Really? I’m incredibly sorry,” River looked at Nyx, then back at Ash. “It’s just a habit.”

“Don’t worry, it’s nice to meet both of you,” Ash nodded as if agreeing with themselves. “Oh, the fourth person, Beau, asked me to tell you that she will be here later. She also said she doesn’t mind any room, so I think we can choose first.”

“You know the other roommate?” River asked them, still staring at the person in front of her.

“Yes, we are friends,” Tall human answered.

“Room at the end of the hall is mine,” Nyx said as she pointed at the closed door. “I’ve lived there for a long time, so my rules.”

Ash looked over to where the older girl pointed and nodded again. They did not have any reason to be scared of any of the girls, yet they swallowed the lump in their throat and looked at River. She was already looking at them. “Ash, you choose. I don’t mind any of the rooms,” River shrugged.

“Oh no, you arrived first,” pink-haired person smiled awkwardly as they shifted from one foot to another. “I don’t mind either.”

River shook her head as she continued to stare at Ash. “You choose first and I’ll help you with bags,” She nodded towards one of the heavy bags.

Ash cleared their throat and took a deep breath, “I’ll take that room then.” They pointed at the room further away from the kitchen space. “Only if you really don’t mind.” The person offered the black-haired girl a small smile. They picked up two of their bags and walked to the room they pointed at.

“Sure,” was the only thing River said back to them before picking up one of the bags. Nyx followed them to Ash’s new room, but she didn’t lift a finger to help any of them. They both seemed so young, so immature to her. The shorter girl leaned on the doorframe when Ash turned the lights on.

“We need to talk about the roommate rules.” She said as she crossed her arms in front of her. Ash and River put the bags on the floor and River stepped out of the room to take her bags to one of the unclaimed rooms.

“Rules? We have rules?” Ash asked confused as they looked at the girl in the doorway. ‘She’s pretty,’ was the main thought in their head at that moment.

“Of course we have fucking rules,” she said as she moved to the living space. Black bullterier has been following her as if he was her guard. Nyx walked to the counter, grabbed and opened a lollipop and put it in her mouth. “I’m the oldest and I lived here the longest, so I make the rules. And the first one of them is this: we are not friends and we will never be ones.”

“May I ask where this agression is coming from?” Ash mumbled as they sit in one of the armchairs. River walked out to the living area as well, hands in her pockets and eyes fixated on Nyx. “That statement makes me wanna be your friend, actually.” They smirk at the oldest, making her question their sanity.

“Watch your mouth. I’m not a good friend, so you shouldn’t even try.” Nyx hissed at the pink haired person. “Anyways, the rules.”

“Let me guess,” Ash looked up and started teasingly listing stuff. “No smoking inside, no loud noises after 10 pm…”

“Exactly. No smoking inside; I’d personally perfer if you didn’t smoke at all, but I’m not your mom. No loud noises after 10, I don’t care what you do as long as you’re quiet. Buy food, cook and clean for yourself.” Nyx said, looking at her new roommates. Suddenly another knock interrupted the silense.

“That must be Beau,” Ash smiled as they stood up to meet the person at the door. Nyx opened the door to reveal a girl about her height, her brown wavy hair went to her elbows. As the newcomer’s dark green eyes skanned the girl who opened the door, Ash waved their hand, “Beau! Here you are!”

The girl, Beau, grinned when she saw the familiar face and rushed to get past Nyx to hug her friend. “Ashie! I missed you so bad!” While two friends were hugging, River and Nyx wathced them, River with curiosity and Nyx with disappointment. Two high energy people were surely too much for her.

“Beau, my darling,” Ash let the girl go to look over to other girls. “This is Nyx and River,” they pointed at the girls. “And this is Beau, my best friend since we were like… Five years old?” They looked over to the girl.

“As Ash said, I’m Beau and we are indeed friends.” Beau rushed to grab her bags, which were two big suitcases and one backpack. “Nice to meet you all.” She added. Ash rushed to grab the backpack, and Nyx moved out of their way. Her dog barked for the first time while they were there and Ash threw a curious glance at him.

“What’s his name? Wait, it’s a boy, right?” River asked as she looked at the doggo that jumped on the couch. She walked over to pet the pet and let him sniff her hand.

“Winston. He’s a good boy and he dooesn’t bite.” That was when Nyx smiled for the first time around her new roommates. ‘So she only likes him and none of us then?’ River thought to herself as she petted Winston.

Meanwhile, Beau and Ash moved Beau’s luggage to the last unclaimed room.

“Are they nice?” Beau whispered to her best friend when they closed the door.

“I don’t know, but Nyx set the rules,” taller figure sat on the bed. “No smoking inside, no noise after 10, clean up after yourself. Feels like home!” They chuckled as the looked over to Beau. “What?”

“The tall one is pretty though,” the girl mumbled.

“She’s been staring at me as if she’s never seen a plus size person,” Ash mumbled back.

“Ashie, it’s gonna be okay, right?”

“I hope so, Beau, I hope so.”

Author's note: if you made it to here, reblogs and likes are very appreciated! Thank you for reading this thing I came up with, you're truly the best!

9 notes · View notes

goosegirl94 · 5 months

Text

Myslyvets Return to Nevermore

Chapter 1 A Fresh Start

Tap tap tap

The sound of rain drops hitting the tin roof was the kind of calming sound I needed today day. The day I received my letter from Nevermore Academy. Nevermore Academy, the school for outcasts, freaks and monsters. The large N embalmed on the front of the envelope gave me an unsettling feeling. Why? Why did it make me feel so anxious after so many years? And I haven’t even open it yet.

Dear Mrs. Myslyvets

We invite you back to Nevermore Academy for a chance for a career. We offer you a position as a teacher for Monster Biology as well as the head of security.

We are sure that you have heard of the recent attack on our school and students. We want to make sure such an event never happens again.

We believe with your knowledge and skills you would be a perfect fit for Nevermore to teach and keep our school and it’s students safe.

Hope to hear from you soon.

Nevermore

Huh… well at least it was short and sweet. I wonder how Nevermore knew how to find me. Though I suppose a school like Nevermore keeps track on their students past and present. I wonder what mom and dad would think about this? It’s been years since I've had any contact with them. Is this even a good idea? I guess this would be a good way for me to move on and have something stable in my life?… maybe a few glasses of wine will help.

Two days later Ainslye had managed to find an old high school picture of her being held by another girl in their Nevermore uniforms. That was the day Ainsleys life really started. Maybe going back to Nevermore will start her life again?

“We are delighted that you have accepted our request and invitation Mrs. Myslyvets. Although you didn’t need to come all the way here to state your acceptance. Your families punctuality is as humbling as ever”.

“Thank you but I haven't spoken to my family in years now so...”

“A-ah I see well we thank you again. Our grounds keeper will show you to your room and classroom.”

“That’s ok I can find my way. Just give me the room numbers and I can go from there.”

“Very well then. The new semester will be starting in a week.”

“Thank you. And thank you for such an offer. I’m looking forward to a new start here at Nevermore.”

Stepping through the school brought back many memories. It took no time for the nostalgia to kick in. Walking past the quad, seeing the damage that hadn’t been tended to just yet, Nevermore always had this feeling like the school was indestructible.

“Mrs. Mysylvets! Mrs. Mysylvets! Here are all the students files. The ones with a tag are the ones that will be attending your classes for the semester. You should know, one of your students is an Addams. Wednesday Addams.”

Anisley gave a coy smile, “She gave this place a run for it’s money didn’t she? Even a school like this couldn’t handle her.”

It didn’t take long for Ainsley to find her room. She didn’t bother with settling in and went straight to reading the student files. Not like Ainsley had a lot to unpack. It had been easy living as a minimalist after moving from hotel to motel for job to job. Ainsley saved Wednesday's file for last. The students that were part of the Crackstone attack got a tag on them as well. It seemed that they were also all in her class.

It was clear that Wednesday had suffered the most from the attack. Hit in the head with a shovel, being handcuffed, a hand sliced open then burned, and stabbed?! All to bring back Crackstone to have him reek havoc to the students at Nevermore to later be attacked and almost killed by a Hyde, then saved by a cretin werewolf, Enid Senclair. I am not at all surprised that Wednesday got herself caught up in all of this but, I am surprised that someone liked Wednesday enough to save her life. It’s not like Wednesday has ever really put herself out there to make a friends.

Wow, I didn’t expect myself to miss that miserable kid so much. I’ll have to welcome her back to Nevermore! She’ll hate it… or love it? Either way it’ll be fun.

#wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday fanfiction #wednesday addams #wednesday x enid #wenclair #nevermore academy

9 notes · View notes

doonarose · 8 days

Text

I am exhausted... Three fairly busy days of work. Three very busy and stressful nights of science outreach where I was running everything and once again failed to delegate. Really average engagement as well, which meant I was scrambling each night to get enough tickets sold and whatever, but it mostly turned out in the end. It did mean that I was working 8-3 and 5-10 every day with the middle two hours break dedicated to nipping home, walking and feeding the dogs, getting changed and heading back out. And then running between two venues trying to manage shitty science speakers and MCs and volunteers. Mostly a success though.

Two major things soured it. Last night, our last night, at the venue we've used for two years running and that has, on the whole of things, been great. Between managed The Rest of It, and my dean (evil incarnate and a walking talking karen) being the average MC (we had a best science joke comp and she was reading them out and she opened with 'I'm not a joke person' and then gave off the vibe 'if you laugh at this you're the worst' but then also got annoyed that no one was laughing)... anyway, between all that, one of the wait staff pulled me to side and gave me the heads up that the chef wanted a private word with me... because one of our speakers had announced the event to his entire 50 students class (great!) and gone on to say they should eat before they come because the venue's food was over priced and awful (wtf?).

So then I went and talked to the chef between speakers and he was pretty reasonable and I'm on his side, but also, like, his instinct was to go and fight my speaker which... I was against, but like... great... and he wanted an apology (which, also, fair) and I think I handled it (and am still handling it) well enough but... why?

And the other fun thing was at the second venue on the second night, I was there for setup and then went back across for the last half hour, and paid off the bar tab. This is for the speakers, the MC, and the one or two volunteers who help with setup and taking tickets. We are capped at $200 a night. I went to pay it and it was almost $400 and had ten main meals on it. Worked out a bunch of PhD students just decided they also qualified... like one who kept asking to volunteer and sitting with my actual volunteer but who did nothing. And then at least three others who just came to the events... The tickets were $8 and to access the tab you had to say you were a volunteer so either these PhD students are astronomically stupid or they're just thieves (from either me or a not-for-profit). So now I'm chasing that up and there's gonna be about $100 I need to do some creative accounting with and there is still one student who sees intent on just not owning up to her mistake? Like at least the other three have said it was some sort of mistake and agreed to pay me back. But like, wtf is wrong with people.

Also this kind of high social energy activity means I don't fall asleep until 2am and then have nasty real-feeling dreams of things going even more wrong and then wake up and repeat. This after a weekend down with family and... it's like week 10 of semester and I am just spent.

Also I have almost-finished porn I would like to get posted.

But I'm still doing pick-up assessment today and have class tomorrow at 9am and for some dumb reason I'm taking my lab group to the art gallery tonight because it's free. I'm just... tired.

#doonas rambling #like this is a proper ramble

2 notes · View notes

teddyeyeseddie · 2 years

Text

H is for Hot for Teacher

Pairing: College!Dean x Reader

WC: 1,700+

Warnings: SMUT, P in V, Oral (Male rec), Sub!Dean vibes, over use of the nickname “pretty boy”

A/N: I am a whore for subby Dean and thank you @lfaewrites for looking this over for meeee <3 eternally grateful for u

I brought my pencil

Give me something to write on, baby

“Hey Dean, are you ready for our last 8am?” the familiar blonde purrs as she walks beside him to class, her boobs pressed up in her too tight shirt.

“Hey Jo, uh yeah. Ready to graduate and get out of here,” he replies, his eyes avoiding her as he pushes his way into the science building, rounding the first corner in search of his last biology class of his undergraduate career.

He enters the classroom with his backpack slung over his shoulder, searching for a seat to stay unnoticed by the professor, he doesn’t think he could take being put on the spot so early in the morning.

Jo squeezes in beside him, Dean internally rolling his eyes at the way she crosses her legs and turns her body towards him in an effort to get closer to him.

Dean is busy ignoring Jo when an all too familiar face walks through the door and sits on the front row near the professors podium. His breath catches in his lungs when he sees her, he admires the way her hair lays perfectly against her university sweater and the way her leggings perfectly accentuate one of her best features in Dean’s perverted opinion.

“Good Morning class. I am Dr. Richards and I am going to be your Biology 4200 professor this semester. I am hoping for an easy semester so if you all work hard for me, it will pay off. Luckily, this semester I have a lovely assistant, Miss Y/N who is here to answer all of your questions and will even be offering tutoring for the course if any of you need help with the curriculum.”

Dean barely pays attention to what the woman says after she mentions Y/N will be offering tutoring, the giddy feeling in his stomach hard to ignore. The thought of finally being able to talk to his campus crush after three and a half long years has him bouncing in his seat, unable to concentrate on the intro lecture.

Weeks had passed and Dean’s first exam was quickly approaching, a feat he felt completely unprepared for. He picked at a fray forming in his jeans as his classmates filed out of the room. He told Jo he would catch up with her later before making his way to the front of the class. He warily cleared his throat, Y/N jumping as she packed up her bag.

“H-hey,” he breathed out, smiling brightly at her as he continued to pick at the fray in his jeans.

“Hi! Dean, right?” she questioned as she slung her backpack over her shoulder and made her way up the stairs of the lecture hall. Dean followed closely beside her as he nodded his head.

“Yeah, that would be me,” he smiles sheepishly as the pair stop at the top of the stairs.

“Um- I was wondering if maybe we could get together before the next exam to go over some stuff. This past chapter has really confused me and I could really use the help if you're not booked up,” he rambles out, avoiding her eyes as he speaks.

She quickly pulls out her phone and hands the device to Dean, smiling at him before speaking up.

“You’re the first student to ask for my help so I am completely free. How does today at six sound?” she questions.

Dean nods his head and quickly inserts his phone number into Y/N’s phone.

“Of course that would be awesome! Do you want to meet at the library or somewhere else?”

“My place?”

“Your place, send me the address,” he says as he hands her phone back.

“Does that make more sense now?” she questioned. Dean had been too distracted by her flushed cheeks and cropped top that showed just enough of her midriff to make Dean’s heart beat a little bit faster.

“Y-yeah, a little bit. I might need another refresher closer to the exam but I think I’ve got it for now…” Dean breathed out. Y/N smiled happily and got up from her spot on the couch and pulled out two bottles, “Are you a dark or clear kind of guy?” she questioned as she made her way to another cabinet to grab two glasses.

“Dark,” Dean smiled at her before turning to put his textbook back into his backpack. He readjusts himself on the couch as he watches her carefully pour two glasses of whiskey.

She makes her way back to the couch, offering him the tumbler, Dean’s heart swooping when their hands touch.

“No, there is no way that happened at Kappa Sig’s toga party last year!” YN screeched as she laid back on the couch, clutching her belly laughing.

“Swear on my life, my brother has pictures to prove it, not that I think you’d want to see my bare ass..” Dean chuckles as he brings his glass back to his lips.

“I dunno, I think it’d be pretty nice to look at..” Y/N smirks as she takes a long sip from her own cup.

Dean lets out a loud laugh, tears forming in the corner of his eyes.

“Well at out next tutoring session I will be sure to get the pictures and show you one of the most mortifying moments of my life,”

Y/N shrugs her shoulders as she sets her glass onto the table, scooting over on the couch so their knees are knocking together.

“Orrr..” she breathes out, her hand coming to rest on his thigh.

Dean’s breath catches in his throat at the action, his cock stirring to life as her hand drifts up his leg.

“Or?” he questions, mentally chastising himself for how shakey his voice sounds.

Y/N leans closer to Dean, her breath warming up Dean’s neck as she whispers in his ear.

“You could show me now?” Dean audibly groans causing Y/N to giggle as her hand finally reaches the bulge that has undoubtedly doubled in size.

“Fuck- a-are you sure?” he asks, his voice shakey and desperate as she begins to kiss up the column of his throat.

“Just can’t let our professor find out, I’ve been thinking about fucking you since I saw you staring at me the first day of class, couldn’t get enough of me could you?” she questions before swinging her leg over Dean, settling herself on his lap.

“Y-you were so pretty.”

“Pretty, huh?” Dean nods and grips Y/N’s waist as she begins to grind herself down onto his lap.

“Y-yeah, seen you around campus since we were sophomores. Always had a little crush on you,” she smiles down at him, her hand coming to cup his jaw.

“How sweet,” she coos. She reaches down between their bodies, fumbling with the buckle of Dean’s belt. She scoots off of Dean’s lap before settling herself on the floor between his legs. Dean’s eyes are wide as she expertly unlatches his belt and pops the button of his Jeans.

“C’mon pretty boy. Can’t get your cock in my mouth if you just sit there in awe,” she says as she scoots back on the floor, giving him room to stand up and discard his Jeans.

Once the offending garments are gone, she pushes at Dean’s thighs, giggling at the way Dean's cock bobs with the sudden movements.

Leaving no time for Dean to get settled back onto the couch, Y/N takes Dean into her mouth. Dean’s hands go to grab her hair but Y/N quickly pulls off to chastise him.

“No touching,” she rasps out, her hand still moving up and down the shaft of his cock. Dean whimpers at her words which only causes Y/N to smile at him.

“Awe, pretty boy wants to touch doesn’t he,”

“Y-yea-” before Dean can finish his sentence, she takes him back into her mouth. His cockhead bumps into the back of her throat Dean expects her to gag but it never comes. She continues to deepthroat him until spit is dribbling out of her mouth and onto Dean’s balls and thighs.

“F-fuckk-” he groans out as his hands are clenched by his side. Y/N pulls off his cock with a lewd pop before she stands up to discard her gray sweatpants.

“Look at this pretty boy,” Dean’s eyes drift to the crotch of her panties, which are a shade darker than the rest of the pair. “Made me so wet sucking your cock.”

She makes her way back to the couch, straddling his lap. She reaches down and grabs his dick before she slowly sinks herself down onto his cock until she finally bottoms out.

“S’at feel good for you Dean? Feel nice to finally be fucking your crush, pretty boy?”

“Y-yeah, feel s-so good Y/N,” Dean bites his lip as Y/N continues to bounce on his cock, drawing Dean impossibly close to the edge.

“C’mon, you can touch me now De,” she breathes out. Dean’s hand immediately finds its way down to her swollen clit, rubbing in quick tight circles as he attempts to draw her to the edge with him.

“Are you going to come for me, pretty boy? Gonna fill me up?” she questions, Dean can only nod as his lungs feel as if they are completely void of all air.

“Come for me, pretty. I'm right there,” Dean continues to play with her clit with one hand, his other hand gripping at her waist as he rides out his high. Y/N begins to moan loudly as she rides out her own, Dean’s head thrown back as he comes with her.

She buries her face into Dean’s chest as she comes down. Dean’s hands coming up to rub up and down her back. She whines when Dean adjusts himself, his semi-hard dick punching at the sensitive spot inside of her.

“M’ sorry sweetie,” he kisses the top of her head before pushing at her shoulder so he can see her face. She is pouting when Dean finally pries her away from his chest, Dean’s heart swooning.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he questions, his dick growing softer inside of her, threatening to slip out at any moment.

“M’ tired”

“Now, what happened to this “Pretty Boy” act you put on?” Dean questions as he pulls her back into his chest.

“Take your tutor to the shower, pretty boy.”

“There she is…”

TAGS:

@winchesterfanatic1967 @akshi8278 @missannwinchester @thoughts-and-funnies@stixnstripesworld@lyarr24@kazsrm67@laycblack @mrsjenniferwinchester @drakelover78 @leigh70 @siospins2 @roonyxx @deanwanddamons @kazsrm67 @lfaewrites

#Supernatural #Supernatural fanfiction #spn #spn fanfiction #Dean x reader #Dean x afab!reader #Dean x reader fluff #Dean x reader smut #Dean x reader angst #dean x reader series #Dean Winchester x reader #dean x you #Dean Winchester x you #dean x y/n #Dean Winchester x y/n

125 notes · View notes