I definitely want to! I finally feel like there's time for me to write (and breathe lol). I hope you enjoy this! I'll get an Eren x Reader out soon since he technically won the poll, but this idea for Reiner was too good to pass up right now - ali :)
Reiner x Reader - Tit for Tat !
Without fail, no matter who was around, if your ass is facing Reiner at all, expect to be met with a sharp *smack*.
Especially tonight for some reason.
You've invited all of your friends over for a small kickback. Laughter fills your shared apartment as Eren tells an exaggerated version of the argument he got himself into at the grocery store with the register clerk. You're only half listening to him, focusing mostly on trying not to drop any dishes or cups on your way to the sink. Could you have done multiple trips with the plates (or even just not picked them up until after)? Absolutely. But you're stubborn and wanna get at least a portion of the cleaning done before the night gets too late (or before you start feeling lazier, whichever comes first).
Walking past the couch and your boyfriend, Reiner thought now would be the best time to strike.
SMACK!
Reiner's hand lands sharply on your ass as he tries his best to sound seductive, "Where are you going, gorgeous?"
The sharp sting of the impact startled you, causing you to jolt and drop some of the dishes you'd cautiously stacked. Armin and Historia, seeing the small mess, scrambled to help.
As for you? After having just carefully organized everything, carrying it all cautiously, and making sure you'd gathered everything for a simple trip to the kitchen sink before joining your friends again and enjoying the night?
You turned to the love of your life with an incredibly sharp glare, voice sharp as you murmured, "Seriously??? You couldn't wait till I didn't have a big fucking stack of plates?"
He chucked nervously, "I'm sorry, honey, but you know how I am. Jus' can't help myself when you come around me."
With a huff, you gather what you can before turning around to head into the kitchen. Armin and Historia are already there, being their usual helpful selves and soaking some of the dishes up in the sink.
Historia reaches her hands out, grabbing the plates from your hands before murmuring a soft 'you okay?'
You sigh before answering, "Yeah, just annoyed. I love him, and honestly, I love how he can't keep his hands off me, but he needs to know there's a time and place, and that definitely wasn't the time."
She nods, maybe not understanding but just letting you know she's listening, something you appreciate. They both tell you they can help finish up, giving you a second to recover from this moment of irritation. That's when something came to you, a mischievous thought stewing slowly as you leaned against the kitchen counter.
'What if I gave him a taste of his own medicine...'
-<3-
A week or two would pass since that night before you think to set this little experiment into motion. Finally, after about 5 minutes of thinking it over, you decide to approach him from behind as he stirred the pot of whatever it was he was cooking up. Your arms wrap around him, leaning into him entirely. He relaxes slightly under your touch, warmth and deep love spreading throughout both your bodies. Your hands slowly move up, still holding him so close and carefully. He melts further into the moment, feeling right at home with you.
However, the moment soon is interrupted when he feels...
*Squeeze, squeeze*
"Excuse me!? What the fuck?!" He shouts out after you as you back away from the scene of the 'crime'. You'd given his pecs two firm squeezes before giggling away. Immediately, he drops the heat on the stove before darting behind you into the living room, "Wanna explain to me what that was? I thought we were having a sweet moment."
"And we were!" you exclaim.
"Up until you did that!"
"Did what? Squeeze your titties-?"
"Don't call them that!!!"
"But they're nice! Be proud of your tits, babe. Most people would kill for a set like yours," you joke. You can't help but laugh at the embarrassment on his face as he crosses his arms over his chest. Your laugh settles as you see the small yet defeated pout on your boyfriend's face. His adorable face pulls at your heart just a bit. You step forward, wrapping your arms around him before murmuring, "So you can smack my ass, but I can't squeeze your tits?"
That's when he realizes it.
"So that's what this is about?" he asks, cocking up an eyebrow.
"Absolutely," You say with a smug grin.
He looks past you, thinking for a moment before dropping his hands to your hips and meeting your eyes again, "First, they're not tits. They're pecs, and yes, I'm proud of em. Second, this is entirely different-"
"No, it's not-"
"-Yes, it is. And, before I was interrupted, I was going to say that I don't mind it now so long as it's you."
You give him a dorky smile at the softness of his voice, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek.
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Who Should I Write For Next?? (all x reader)
To the rest of the world, your marriage was practically over.
Your husband, CEO of an up-and-coming tech company, started climbing the ranks rapidly. His charms and charisma served as his secret weapons of domination in his field. Competitors grew envious, even furious, with his rapid success.
How the hell did he do it?
No interview, press conference, or even conversation at galas and events gave even a hint of his quick prosperity.
That's why when the news and media began to cover the ever-evolving ruin of your relationship with him, they were quick to act.
They thought they could get him by going through you.
âYou poor thing, you must be so lonely.â
âIf you ever need someone to keep you company, you know just who to call.â
âIâll be here for you. For anything you need.â
To their surprise, it worked.
Youâd rant to them about your issues with your husband, and trust them enough to even shed a tear. In return, theyâd hold you close, their hands began to wander just a bit too far to stay innocent. But youâd take it that step further. A hand on their chest, rising to curl around their neck. You needed them, youâd say. And oh, how they love being able to play hero with you. Giving you everything you needed now that your husband was being so, so cruel. Neglecting such a pretty thing? How could he?
Right now, youâd just returned from one of those said âmeetingsâ. Pulling up to your husbandâs manor, taking a second to fix your hair before making sure all documents are there for you to give to your husband.
Stepping out of the sleek car youâd bought yourself the year before, you watch him as he walks down the steps of the manor to greet you. You meet him halfway with a victorious smile. The smile on his face when he saw you was just as soft and adoring as usual.
âThere you are, love. Howâd this one turn out?â
âHeâs a damned idiot, thatâs for sure. One flutter of my eyelashes and a silly little pout was all it took until I had him touring the entire estate with me. Including his office.â
âYou didn't.â He huffed with amusement as he walked you inside. He closed the door behind him, and both of you lingered by the entrance.
âThere isnât a thing I wouldnât do for you,â you smirked, pulling out executive folders and documents from the big purse you carried everywhere. You handed them off to him with a mischievous glance, âAnd he knows better than to come forward with this. Should his wifeâs family find out about this little affair, then there goes the entire empire anyway. He was doomed from the start, the second he let me in.â
He looked through the documents and folders for a moment before snapping them shut. Everything he needed to destroy his rivals and secure his fortune all contained within the confines of the cardstock folders and papers. He grabbed your wrists to pull you close before wrapping his arms comfortably around your waist, looking down at you with worship and devotion.
âYouâre scary.â
âYou like that.â
Reiner Braun, Eren Yeager, Suguru Geto, Ryomen Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro, Keigo Takami, and many others
Its cute how trusting you were of the seemingly innocent Armin Arlert, a charming student you met in your Vacation Bible School who you thought could do no wrong, or so you thought.
Did you really think that he was your saving grace or was he the fire that'll consume you this whole time?
Content: Nerd Armin, Armin, Top Armin x Reader, Emotional Manipulation, Power Dynamics, Obsession, Worshipping, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia (again), Breeding Kink, Creampie, Slapping, Power fucking
Includes: Armin Arlert or nerd Armin Arlert
Playing: Vacation Bible School x Streets (obviously)
Word Count: 13k (Long read sorry, skip if you please.)
Very self-indulgent for freaks like me and you alike.
(All work of fiction, characters displayed are adults and the following behavior displayed in these fics are fictional and fictional only and shouldn't be applied to real life as this is slightly problematic especially if you're Christian most of these depictions can be offensive so carry along, I don't intend to mock any religion or disrespect Christianity, this is just a fanfiction that I hornily thought of while listening to Ayesha Erotica.)
With all that said, enjoyyyy !!! Thank you for supporting and reading my work!
You were pretty pissed at first. You fully believed that you've done nothing wrong and that you'd actually recover all completely on your own.
You hate how eyes would go around you filled with pity and remorse. You turned out this way. A âstupid addictâ who knows nothing but sabotage. They're honestly very much overreacting. You just like getting high but youâre not out there hanging out with thugs and doing crime. You wanted to be viewed as more than your addictions that you were so sure of getting over, always starting tomorrow then tomorrowâ until it never comes.
Your family was nothing short of disappointed finding out just what you were doing. It made them feel like they failed as parents that they overlooked the fact that you could've possibly suffered like this. But of course, it's too good to be true that they'll actually act right for once and actually give you the most basic of human empathy. They had to lecture you on finding âGodâ every day since the start of your summer break thinking that this would definitely send you back to the right path if you let him in your life again.
As dense as they are, out of their character they did figure out that it has no effect on you. It's partially their fault, neglectful yet aggressive. All in the name of love.
One thing led to another, you now find yourself in a Christian boarding school over your summer vacation where you'd spend your time recovering and restraining yourself instead of having your freedom in the comfort of your hometown.
Being surrounded with an overstimulating and unfamiliar environment is one thing, but not having the sole thing that helped you cope through it all just to not freak out on your first day is another.
At least it was a bit simple.
Days seem to never end inside this little boarding school despite how everything operated.
The school? Almost like a church. The only thing differentiating it from one is from the numbers of buildings, it makes you wonder how it's all funded. Although it is ran down and old, âcheapâ is not a word to describe it.
It's weathered down to its state to be in the middle of nowhere. A forest surrounded by tall trees and a nearby lake. It would take 20 minutes alone to even drive through the road that goes back to a town closer to humanity. Veins and weed pricks through its buildings and pathways.
Being there seemed easy enough. It almost felt freeing being in a new environment away from your little household that burns vast in your mind. Despite being a person who couldn't care less at all about religion and spirituality, you didn't care either to listen to 2 hours of bible study every day. You really just wanted out of that house. You didn't care for it at all.
What do you do everyday? Morning, communal breakfast in the dining hall, male and female at two separate tables that were almost as long as the room. Right after eating it goes straight into bible study inside the chapel. Once again, male and female at separated benches. To no surprise anyways, it's a Christian Boarding School. Religion runs from its foundation of conservative views and the patriarchy. You proudly believe that at least half of the people here got sent for being some crazed out sex addicts, well you aren't any better. Not that you were judging, who are you to?
By the time it's noon, it's just free time. Most hang out at the grass field. Some with picnic blankets eating, some on the trees or the treehouse, and most at the tracks playing sports. Others who aren't in the outdoor areas are inside the buildings in their respective dorms sleeping, fucking maybe, it's easy to. The division between the male and female gender while being paired with the same sex at timesâŚ.Backfired at the system set up. Dozens of homosexuals are here forcefully as a form of conversion camp. Then they get partnered with the same sex they're attracted to, who goes through the same shit, it's funny and ironic really. But not only the gays can do it, straights can do it as much as they want to also with how many unsupervised vacant spaces there are all around the building. Then there's those, a selective few who actually study in the lecture hall to get the highest marks. As if grades in a vacation bible school mattered.
Not everyone here was sent from different parts of the world for specific odd reasons, but most are. But there are some of those who do go to this school as their sole form of education in this small town.
But it really isn't too bad. As a skeptic at heart there are some good people here and you full heartedly believe that.
And that was one of the worst mistakes you made ever since stepping in here.
Aside from good girl friends who're here for the same reason as you or came from an environment not to judge, and some religious girls who are actually in terms of being good christians and are just here for the love of the gameâ it made you too trusting.
Everyone here is so different. Different stories, secrets, sins, and battles. Some face them, some start them.
And some get completely trampled without a wit to fight.
You should have known better.
Coming from your background of a borderline abusive family due to neglect and bigotry, stupid friends who are bad influences, you've gone through so much yet still don't know better whether you should trust someone or not. You trust anyone who shows you an ounce of validation or reassurance just with the standards of them not disliking you.
It's just as easy as that, you're an easy target.
There are those like you who are sent here because they are hurting themselves with self destructing habits and addictions, while there are those who are here because they hurt others. That's their guilty pleasure. What they get off too.
And there he was.
Starry ocean-blue eyes, blond-haired, pink-flushed, gentle and quiet danger.
You wouldn't have suspected it, wouldn't even have thought about it.
Out of everyone he looked so, Christian? What does that even mean? But there was a look of innocence on him, but deep down in your guts something felt off.
It was a mistake to spare a glance. An ounce of interest. The earthly desire of attention and the feel to be needed. To be wanted.
Your chin tilted on your rolled palm, eyes drifting to a man you've been seeing more lately. The lecture was boring you to death. He seemed a little older than most of the people here, part of the senior class who's been here longer and are residents in the town. As if he had a fifth sense he hazily shifted his eyes from the pastor to you on the other side. You were just next to each other, just on opposite sides with a space between. So close yet so far.
You immediately look away with a hint of embarrassment hidden from your facade of seeming aloof.
He rests his eyes before redirecting his sight away from you too, back to the Pastor.
Everything was coming in one ear and coming out the other. You'd very much rather sleep in your dorm right now or do anything else that isn't sitting here writing notes on the symbolism behind Jonah getting eaten by a whale. You're smart, but it isn't rocket science to understand this simple symbolism.
Your brain reactivates with a slight boost of excitement when your friend passes a note towards you sneakily. It showed through the sudden flash of glint in your eyes. You badly needed to be entertained.
âThis is so boring."
You wheeze a bit holding it in. You exalt a relieved sigh that you won't have to painstakingly sit through this lecture raw. You take a new sticky note from your stationeries and write your response down with your pen. You pass it to your friend.
âThis lecture makes me want to cut my nape off.â
She rolls her eyes and rips a new piece of paper and writes again passing it to you.
"Exactly! Anyways, find anyone cute?â
You gulp for a second as if you're actually considering someone or anyone. You discretely look around from your side, the girls are cute and all but you can't exactly fit all of them in a tiny little note.
You sigh and rotate your head slowly to the other side of the chapel where the male creatures are. Except you didn't bother to look around as intently as you did with the women. Deep down you knew that you had an answer, a person in mind. Even if you block it out, itâll pave through your thoughts anyway as you resist. You just looked at him without a thought. But he was already looking at you. With a bored stiff look. Eyes sharp under the glinting shine of the sun through the tinted window of Mother Mary, arraying various colors on his pale skin clearly. It was an artistic view without intention.
His eyes remained glued on you even if you already looked away. Ah geez.
You hastily write and slide it to your friend secretly.
âThat blonde guy is pretty cute idk.â
She stealthily looks at you as a cover up when you were actually blurry in her eyes, she was focusing on that guy. She finds him immediately with terrifying speed. Your friend puts her hands on her mouth to detain herself from bursting out of laughter as she writes on the remaining spaces on the back.
âHim?â
She whispered. Probably had to take an enormous amount of self control to not point at him exposing you out.
âSo your type are nerds. No shame though. Would you fuck him?â
Reading that note your eyes slightly widened as you sharply turn to her mouthing âWhat the fuck?â. You hastily write your response until you've been cut off.
âAnd that is why we must put our faith and trust in our Loving God even with doubts as he will return to put his strength and wisdom in us. That is all children. Proceed in your free time as you may.â
You stare up blankly as everyone scurries to leave the room, especially your friend who looked like she was free from the shackles of misery in a somewhat ordered manner as if the etiquette training actually worked. You scoot through the pew and messily put your stuff in your shoulder bag as you walk out the chapel.
You and Armin were at the very back causing you to be the last two to leave from the group. He follows behind as he watches you intently. Your disoriented way of putting your things away causes the note you failed to pass to your friend earlier to fall on the floor without you noticing in oblivion. But Armin does. You were so messy, a complete opposite of the organized freak he is.
He stops on his tracks, his eyes following the motion of it hitting the ground mundanely. You didn't know such things were happening as you walked through the narthex exit. Shouldn't be a big deal, what could actually possibly happen just for this minor slip up?
After a few seconds of looking at the piece of paper on the floor as if he was already calculating it all in his mind on what he'd do and what that would lead to, he leans and bends down on one knee picking it up. He stands up looking at the note with peculiar interest and back at your minimizing figure as you continue to walk off from sight. His eyes couldn't help but wander to the way your ass sways as you walk. He didn't give any effort to resist the temptation.
He slyly puts the note in his pocket and walks out normally, completely unfazed.
What he didn't realize is that you secretly followed him. You followed him shortly after he walked out the chapel so you wouldn't have realized that he has your note. You didn't have any ill intention or anything, you were just curious to justify your reasoning of being interested in him. It feels stupid actually because it looks disgraceful to stalk a boy all the way into his dormâ especially in a Christian School. But you weren't a total creep, you just tailed him until he entered his dorm unbeknownst of your presence, and you left shortly after.
Looking back, it's totally weirdo behavior, even for you. You didn't feel regret, just confusion on why you did that. But one thing for sure, you felt a thrill following him. Something you haven't felt since being clean for a few days. It felt so wrong and iniquitous. And you felt so much shame and guilt on your way back, he's just a poor boy who accidentally stumbled in your unfortunate interest, or so you thought. But your curiosity ached through your muscles as if they were gonna move on their own if you weren't. You had to or else it would've driven you crazy.
By nightfall, everyone was in their respective dorms. Including you and Armin which you have clearly seen for yourself. He waited until he was in the relief of his dorm where he's in pure solitude with nobody to bother him. His roommate Eren is out racing Mikasa in the track field in these hours as he anticipated, leaving him to be aloneâ free to do whatever his heart desires.
Using the glasses on his bedside to see better, he gently unfolds the note with unnecessary precision.
âExactly! Anyways, find anyone cute?â
âThat blonde guy is pretty cute idk.â
âSo your type are nerds. No shame though. Would you fuck him?â
âŚ..
His eyes wander down to the response no one has seen but youâ and now him. His fingers tapping on his knees bouncing in anticipation.
âI get why you've been sent here twice. Idk. If I get the chance then why not. He's too intimidating though, but fuck it sure.â
When he picked up your silly note, he was 50% sure that this is what he'd see. The other half about typical girl drama or scandal that he can use as some form of blackmail if ever.
You'd fuck him?
He's Intimidating?
He thought to himself. He analyzes the note and then reflects on himself, what could've possibly caused you to think such crude ideas? You barely even knew the guy. But he can't help but have his moment of pride that someone actually took interest in him.
Armin isn't an idiot though, he can read people from a mile away. He knows that some girls do fancy him. Notice how they walk past by him too many times to pass as a coincidence, how they always drop their handkerchief expecting him to pick it up. It's completely outdated and not effective. Seriously, just because this is an old school doesn't mean we have to do it old school too.
If this happens so much, then why didn't he see you as just another girl who likes him? So what? Big deal?
If he's being completely honest with himself, it's out of character. He had never put importance in romantic relationships. Not being a prude, but in a literal way that he does not feel like he's capable of what others do. He's a great friend, but a lover? He has never indulged in that thought because he doesn't think of it. It's irrelevant. For someone like him that is.
But how do we even begin to describe Armin Arlert? He's exceptional, that's a word to describe him for sure. For one, he seems to be a scarily flawless being. Not in terms of being perfect appearance wise, he's handsome and charming that's certain. But everything he does outweighs his looks. His looks are the least interesting thing about him. The way he is composed as a whole. He's so collected. He's the top student in every lecture, and that causes some rivalry with competitive and religious students. But what's even more compelling is that he isn't even religious. He doesn't have to try, it's as if he just learns the opposite of his ideals and beliefs so he could counter and contradict them more efficiently and accurately.
He's extremely calculated, he plans and organizes everything ahead. He already knows what he'd do in the next 5 years. He takes special care of himself more than most do with ordinary routines like body or health care, and material thingsâ whatever he brings to the table it's always organized, literally. Books categorized by chronology, notes ordered by class, money in different funds and are masterfully budgeted, clothes already in pairs for different occasions hung delicately in his closet that's expertly arranged.
It almost feels inhumane, he looks uncanny next to others. He stands out with how ordered he is. Yet it seems no one barely knows a thing about him despite being here for a month longer than most of the students here including you. It's to no surprise it's because everyone is intimidated by him, and that's something he doesn't exactly understand.
Or so everyone thought.
Armin is a bit of a teacher's pet, but that's no secret. At least the envious bunch redirects ideas to completely different motives from his own reasoning on why he makes connections. Armin already knows there's a by pair project scheduled for today.
He skips breakfast at the commune so he'd âhelpâ the Pastor write down names that would be picked randomly. He's the teacher's assistant after all. He does his task either way so it's justified he's rewarded a bit. He's left alone to it writing down surnames on pieces of papers that'll be drawn without certainty.
It's contradicting, he's a man who adores certainty and fixed concepts. Which is why he doesn't believe in a God, it's too uncertain. He understands that people cannot come to terms with accepting a complex world that most conscious minds cannot comprehend, so they created a God, an omniscient being as a simple answer to the inevitable uncertainty that Armin has already accepted. An Idea much greater than him and the universe.
Which is why some of us cheat in life, is it wrong? Do consequences exist in a power hungry world forsaken by a God they fool themselves to believe in? What exactly crosses the lines of morality? Will it even matter? And that's exactly what Armin crossed. He writes your name down with deeper care in his calligraphy than the others. His and your name was the last he had written. He puts the rest of the students' names inside the bowl but stalls yours. He folds his paper with his name into yours, interlocking them, being the only certainty amidst the uncertain chances. He was so curious about you.
He looks up to the grandfather clock on the side of the altar and sees that breakfast ends and classes start soon, just as he calculated. He stretches his arms and stands up yawning as he walks his way back to his pew seating arrangement. Seconds after the class try-hards come in earlier than most but silently scoff to see Armin already there. It's a one-sided rivalry.
Minutes after, the grandfather clocks bell chimes.
8:00 am
Students swarm in, conversation overlapping one another. Armin watches intently, locking his eyes down to see you amongst the crowd. He thinks it's cute how you managed to sneak in make-up in this conservative place. Your lips tinted and glossed in an unnatural way, your eyelashes too wispy than they should be. He isn't trying to be cocky though, he genuinely thinks you're pretty and that you're not trying to impress anyone but yourself. Well maybe he can wonder a bit about why you're more put together now than yesterday.
He notices how you're avoiding eye contact with him, the complete opposite of him with how he's eyeing you shamelessly. His eyes shift to the altar as the Pastor makes his way up to lead the morning prayer that's longer than it really should be. Armin personally thinks that if there was a God he'd also be bored to death and that simple acknowledgement of it would suffice. But this is one of the rare instances where he doesn't wanna dwell into complicated topics. He's too focused on you. Not that he immediately liked you, just mortal curiosity.
As he anticipated, the pastor states a by pair project. A simple presentation with a simple concept set up.
âWhat is a âGodâ to you?â
Armin could probably write a thesis all by himself about it in his sleep despite not believing in one, he's just simply a nerd like that. Even if he didn't pull a trick to get you earlier, if it was still based randomly it wouldn't matterâ he'd probably do all the work himself no matter who he got paired with.
But this time, he wants to know you. What would you bring to the table? What do you believe in? Will you surprise him? Will his curiosity be fed? Will his particular interest in you be justified with your character?
The pastor starts calling out names by pairs one by one. Armin anticipates with an uninterested and impatient look, awaiting you and him to be paired with certainty. Soon enough, the Pastor calls your name, then his. A slight grin forms in his face before he controls his facial expression and puts on his poker face.
He turns to look at you, you reacted differently this time. You finally faced him with acknowledgement. You smiled back awkwardly. Were you really just shy? Or were you forced to finally look at him just because you were paired with him by âcoincidenceâ?
The pastor dismisses everyone early without any lectures so they can focus on the activity on hand. Some stayed in their places with their partner to work, some left to do so in other areas, while others didn't bother at all and just left.
To Armin's slight surprise, you approached first. Your figure standing before him with timidness shown from the way your body shakes slightly, you weren't so timid in your writings, or when you were borderline stalking him. Yet your firm voice goes against your nervous body movements.
âHey, Arlert right? Glad to be partners. I hope I won't be a dead weight to you.â
You appeared awkward towards him. You won't be for long though. He smiles softly at you.
âPft. Don't worry, I've seen you answer recitations with precision. I might be the one who'll hold you back. And just call me Armin, calling me by my surname makes me feel like I'm old.â
He's right, he'll hold you back. But not now, but later on.
âArmin? Cool name yeah let's stick with that. Sooo, would you like to move places or stay here?â
He thinks thoroughly, even though he already planned and calculated everything last night and this morning.
âWe can go to the tables in the grass area, but if it gets annoyingly windyâŚ.We can go to my dorm.â
He suggested with a genuine look in his face. It doesn't help that he looks so innocent. And it also doesn't help that you've already been there also. Your mind slightly drifts to that moment behind your deceiving eyes.
âFine by me, wherever you're comfortable. I can adjust.â
He stands up insinuating that you two start walking together.
âYou can adjust huh? Don't you think it's a bit unfair that you're the only one doing that?â
He asks not out of concern but intent to learn about your character.
âUnfair? It's nothing serious thoughâŚAre you calling me a people pleaser?â
He tries to predict what tone you expressed that in. Were you genuinely asking or were you accusing him?
âMy bad. I didn't mean to insinuate anything. I just wanted to make sure if the location is really okay with you.â
His words make you feel a little bad. Why did you even put it that way? You punch yourself mentally in the gut. He was just concerned.
âI'm sorry. Didn't mean to put it that way. I got defensive for no reason lol.â
So you're the apologetic type. You probably say sorry when someone tells you to stop saying sorry, apologize even when the other party is wrong. Armin keeps this in mind.
âIt's fine. You must've been through a lot to react that way. But I hope that you can put that aside as we work together, I won't bite.â
You sigh out of relief and smile.
âSorry again. I barely got any rest last night.â
âWhy's that?â
Because you were borderline stalking him all the way to his dorm and had to contemplate your actions all night to the point you couldn't even close your eyes without the guilt opening up your eyelids back to wake up relentlessly.
âOh well. I just have a hard time sleeping at night. You know the term night owl?â
Of course he does, he finds it funny though. He may not keep up with trends much but he's painfully aware of modern terms.
âI guess we're the opposite then. I'm an early bird, I get up before the sun does.â
He chuckles at himself.
âOh, that'sâŚ.not surprising?â
You chuckle with him.
âWhy are you here by the way? To make it clear I'm not saying it in a "why are you still hereâ way but in a "are you here by choice or notâ wayâ and why?â
You were more straightforward now, dropping a bit of the formalities. But he loved answering questions, which he thinks people find a little unusual.
âDirect huh? I'm from a town not that far from here, people my age get sent here for some organization upheld. I'm not completely forced though. I like learning. I'm not religious, but knowledge is a man's greatest strength personally. Much more powerful than physical strength. I wouldn't pass up an opportunity to learn more about other people's world, it compels me to see if my views are correct, to see flaws clearer in others beliefs. Thinking deeply, tactically, and calculatively is a skill I harbor and wish to expand. What better catalyst than a school even if it is based on theology and religion? An old standing and living proof of history despite inaccuracy. Aaand my friends are here so I kind of just follow wherever they go.â
You're left speechless. He didn't even stutter. It seemed straight from the heart. Walking with him feels like walking with Plato himself reincarnated in a cute blonde boy's body. Although you funnily believe that Plato was a twink philosopher. His response might have made others feel he was off-putting with how thought out and serious it was, but it genuinely just piqued your interest in him even more.
âWell wow.â
That's all you had to say. That reassuring flash of gleam flickering on your pupils was all that Armin needed. A validating gesture of curiosity and interest. His blood gushes in his already flushed cheeks and ears. He twitches a smile out of complete satisfaction.
âYouâve asked a lot of questions lately, so I think I deserve a turn. Why are you here, Y/N?â
You stare blankly at him. Unlike Armin, he can compose a well thought response in less than a second. But you? You have to put 2 + 2 on a calculator just to be sure.
âWellâŚâ
You might as well blabber. He has, you should take it as a sign that it's only fair he gets a fair slice of you after having a slice of him.
âI'm really out of town from here, it's weird really because there are bible schools closer to my hometown but my parents chose to send me off this far. Maybe because they're scared I'd run away. I'm not bad though I promise! I just had some trouble with being sober because I was in a very rough place in a very rough time. But I don't dislike being here. I've met cool people, like you, sooo.â
Was that too far? Too forward? You don't wanna know. You stare at the floor as you continue walking, it makes it worse that Armin isn't saying anything. You stop on your tracks and fight the heavy weight of your body stopping you from turning around to see the probably weirded out look of Armin. But he's just there, smiling still and stiff.
After moments of excruciating silence, he parts his pink lips softly.
âSorry for changing the topic, but how do you know where my dorm is?â
Your eyes widen with the massive slip up you didn't even realize you gave way to happen. You turn around and see that you stopped exactly to where his dorm was even though Armin wasn't leading you somewhere anymore, it was just you walking in front of him yet still knew where to stop. He stood still since you started your response to his former question as you kept walking forward after him yet still knew where to stopâ all because of that one night you followed him. Your mind wanders through reasonings you can explain as your heart palpitates, all your thoughts have been cut off to the gentle voice of Armin.
âYou must have very good intuition.â
He adds. Dismissing his own suspicion before you did.
âOh no. Pure coincidence and luck.â
You chuckle through the sweat building up on your palms. You didn't know if you should be relieved or scared of how badly that could've ended up. He is smart, it's terrifying. It gave you a short dilemma with yourself, were you scared of getting caught or getting away with your sin?
But he already knew. He knew the moment he intentionally fell behind, he had a hunch, a gut feeling, a hypothesis he wanted to prove with calculation. He thought it's cute really. He sensed it during that day.
âWell back to you, I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell such a personal story.â
He jangles through his keys to unlock the door. It's a small detail you noticed but his keys are the only unorganized thing he has. The door makes a creaking sound as it opens. He holds it by the doorknob behind it gesturing you to go first.
âAfter you?â
You politely go inside the door slightly ducking even though there's no need to.
You couldn't help but look around and admire the interior. His dorm looks completely different from yours. His side is neat. The bed is made assuming he does so without fail every morningâeven his study desk is clean with the chairs up and no scratches to be seen anywhere. You're weirdly relieved to see the room on his roommate's side which isn't even messy, it's moderately clean with only a jacket hanging on the bed frame. But next to Armin's impossibly clean room, it clashed to look messy. It comforted you because it felt more relatable and recognizableâ like it was human.
âSorry for the mess. My roommate Eren leaves me to look after his room most of the time against my will.â
This was a mess to him?
He smiles as he removes his sweater. You sneaked a glance when the cloth was over his face to see his slight masculine figure. His white undershirt clinging tightly onto his torso creates a clear visual of what his chest would look like without it. Once he's unblinded you look down immediately pretending you're just about to take off your shoes.
Armin looks down at you kneeling down. Although he's thinking of other things he did indeed appreciate that you removed your shoes out of decency without him having to command you to.
âNice.â
He says blandly. He hangs his sweater and moves to his desk putting the chairs down from the table. It's one of the rare instances the other chair gets used. It's usually just Armin and Armin alone at that desk.
âThanks.â
You sit down as Armin pushes your chair closer to the desk and sits on his own.
âLet's get started then?â
Hours passed, and you're pleasantly surprised. Armin was completely different to what you have expected. You saw him as such a picture perfect guy who's always neat and reserved but he was quite the opposite. He opened up throughout the project and you mostly talked instead of actually doing anything. He has such complex ideologies that you wouldn't have thought or have agreed yourself but the way he speaks about them widens your mind landscape into vaster ideas.
The closer you got to him the clearer the mosaic of his character got bit by bit. You thought that he was perfectly clear glass, but he's stained and tainted. You had this underlying gut feeling of the darkness beneath his good boy demeanor, and it showed through his humor with how he'd sometimes slip up with a joke a sane person wouldn't utter inside a church, but you on the other hand encouraged him with how you'd genuinely burst into laughter with each addition he makes to his joke that's worse than the first. You gave himâŚSo much validation, you looked up to him so much. From the concept of him to the real him. From when he'd be soft spoken to when he'd be unhinged with the bizarre things he says.
You went mad thinking about him. At first you weren't even as serious, you really thought that he was just some cute guy that came to mind if you were to find someone to be attracted to, but it wasn't anything extreme as you feel now. You'd find yourself finding excuses to touch him in any way. Scooting over with your thighs touching when you pretend to thoroughly look at the essay you're writing, nudging his shoulders harshly when he'd say a dark joke, and patting his head in a âfriendlyâ manner. All these closing motions that both of you take pleasure in.
Your boundaries with each other got weaker and weaker. At times splurting out your sexual encounters from the past, but he wouldn't disclose anything about his even if you attempt to slip it out of him. A charming man like him isn't a virgin that's for sure. Despite getting to know him better throughout the weeks where you'd meet up even if it wasn't education related, Armin didn't seem to mind at all. He's still secretive about things while you're opening out like a book to him. A large difference with familiarity between the both of you.
You met up with Armin tonight in his dorm, the sisters started to suspect you more and more but you didn't really care anymore, you were recoveringâ with a new addiction.
You weren't fully lying, you really were there to fix your paper that both of you could've finished weeks ago, but there was a secret agreement between the two of you. An unsaid desire to stall as much as you both could just to be in each other's company.
With your shoulders touching fixated on one screen together, you grammar-check everything, finally completing your paper.
You sigh with a feeling of accomplishment reaching out subtly to Armin putting your arms around him.
âWe're finally done ugh.â
He smiles softly at you.
âMhmm. Well, can I be honest with you?â
You rotate your head to face him.
âNo way, who are you and what have you done with Armin?â
He rolls his eyes playfully.
âI really enjoyed my time with you, genuinely. I could've finished this paper all by myself in one day and you know that. You knew, didn't you?â
You stare blankly at the screen for a few moments before replying.
âI knew, and I wouldn't have it any other way.â
You smile genuinely at him. You yawn tiredly.
âWelp, all this work got me drowsy. I'm gonna head out.â
By head out you mean head out to his bed, you've laid there more comfortably than he ever has. He eyes you as you bounce on the bed as you jump into it.
âJust don't be stubborn when I wake you up next time. The pastors are already suspicious as is.â
He waits for a reply until he has already met with the idea you're worn and passed out with the sound of your soft snores hitting his ears as he turns to you as a final confirmation that you have indeed, fallen asleep.
He shakes his head commending how heavy of a sleeper you were. He was a bit envious even. He wonders what it would be like to not be a light sleeper, to not have every slight sound to suddenly jolt you out of sleep every time.
But what impresses him most is how trusting you were. You've only met for a few months yet you're not a slight worried or wary as you usually are with most people. Sleeping on his bed with only the two of you there. He had you completely.
He turns to your laptop, still open. His hand lays frozen politely on the sides of it as he analyzes the screen. He sits there intensely pondering a decision he deemed morally vicious. But as his hands seem to move on his own, any self restraint left in him melted away with the heat moving through his body to his heavy palms, suddenly light weight with his absolute decision leaving no doubts left to back down now as he places them on your mouse.
He's made lots of progress knowing you innocently and typically step by step without any need to cheat his way, but he couldn't have you just by thatâ not yet. He needed a little push. A sudden push provoked by a malicious move. He turns again to stare at you, sure that you're completely worn as he begins to look through your laptop skillfully without needing to look at the screen.
His eyes stayed glued to your resting body, oblivious to it all. You're so trusting, and Armin is thankful for that.
He looks back to the screen, your whole life, your everything flashing whole to his wandering eyes.
He had no ill intent, he believed that. He knew he wasn't a good person, but he didn't entertain the idea that this was wrong. He just needed the certainty that he'll have you.
The certainty that all this isn't for naught, that this won't end so abruptly by a blink of an eye, he needed to be sure.
He was so certain that it's you. So sure that he hasn't felt this frustrating feeling that guts him in his stomach with anyone but you. Was it love? Infatuation? Obsession?
For once in his life, he didn't have an answer to something.
You weren't a mere academic question that could be answered by studying a book, a dilemma that could be solved with deep analysation, you were a parasite that he intentionally latched on himself.
No matter how hard he tried to calculate his feelings, he couldn't figure it out. He couldn't pinpoint what it was, it just is. There's no label, he just has to have you.
You challenge him, scare him even. You're so uncertain, unpredictable. A polar opposite of him. He's obsessed with you just because of that reason.
No one would have even known the effect you had on him. And no one would have known either that you'd be leaving in a few weeks. Your term here is based on the decision of the school if the board deems that you have been reformed up to standards to go back home according to the specific reason you were sent here. And you've been such a good girl or have been too distracted with a certain someone, a certain person who became a new addiction replacing the former one with ease that no rehab or years of vacation bible school could help you get over.
But Armin isn't ready, he's not willing to let go. Not yet, he needed more time.
He only wants what's best for you, but now he is acting selfishly. He didn't care what he would do, he'd be the knight in shining armor saving you from the fire he created himself. A false hero. But one thing for certain, whatever disaster he would create for you in the process, he'll catch you and pull you out of it.
Your friends, your family, your lovers, your experiences, your life, your everything. All from a simple run through of the stored away information, the only boundary being the screen. It was all in the hands of Innocent Armin who wouldn't hurt a fly. The perfect picture guy, Armin.
It was too easy. Like stealing candy from a child, except he was stealing whatever dignity you've had left. It would be a lie if one stated that he didn't feel bad during the process, he wouldn't want this to happen to his loved ones, which is you, his dearestâ or himself in this situation. But he thought you'd understand, maybe even like that someone was deranged like this all for you. A perfect match for someone like you who stalks someone following them all the way to their dormâ the very action that enabled Armin to think that what he was doing was right.
That It was for the better.
He sighs as he looks at his doing, but he has no doubt about it. He shuts your laptop off closing the impending doom set on you, all by his dirtied hands.
He walks over towards you, bending his knees to your level on the bed resting. He softly nudges on you.
âHey. Come on, wake up. You're gonna get in trouble being out after your curfew. You know I get stirred in the problems you create for yourself no?â
What a hypocrite.
You murmur gibberish, turning to the other side stubbornly.
He scoffs, chuckling.
âOkay get up. Where am I gonna sleep if you're laying on my bed?â
He sighs. Suddenly, his bickering stops when he finds your hand on his, just laid on top of it. Not intertwined, just comfortably laid on top as if that was the closest the both of you can push from your boundaries. Although, Armin sure bypassed it for miles.
âWhat are you doing?â
He gulps. Your hand prickling heat on his as soft blush peaks through his sullen cheeks. He curses at himself with how easily he got hard just from a single touch.
âJustâŚLay with me. Is there anything wrong with that? Is it wrong? Armin?â
You mumble a whisper barely intelligible. He wanted to take this as a go sign, to maybe just fuck you right here and there if it ever led to it. But he didn't want everything he just did for nothing.
âOkay.â
He says sheepishly as he slides himself onto bed with unneeded caution as if he hasn't just invaded your your privacy earlier on without any thought, in fact too many of themâ just the wrong ones.
He lays there awkwardly, hands on his chest tapping. Waiting for a response, a move, anything.
âI like you Armin.â
His breath hitches as those words arranged in that manner left your lips. He was scared that he was imagining things again, as if it came to life from the desires in his heart. But the way you said it, you weren't even half asleep. You said it as if you were fully awake and aware, conscious of what you've just said being an actual intention.
âYeah?...You do?â
He gulps. He's not even being cocky, he just needs the reassurance that you're just not saying things and that he's hearing this right.
Normally, he'd think it came out of nowhere. But his thoughts are so fazed he can't articulate a proper response anymore. He knew you did, but it felt weird coming from you yourself.
âYeah, I really like you. I was so happy to find that you enjoyed your time with me. I did too. You've helped me a lot, and you don't even know. Thank you, Armin.â
You turn your body to face him, laying in a fetal position as you cover your face with your knees.
He doesn't even know what to say anymore. He can't calculate anything, he just releases a pathetic sigh.
He reaches out his hand to tuck strands of your hair behind your ears blocking your beautiful face, illuminated by the moon light peaking through the windows.
He doesn't say anything. He just chuckles as if he was making fun of himself.
Your soft giggles hits his ears as he suddenly feels your soft lips pucker against his knuckles as you gently kiss it. The warmth of your lips only ever feeds the hunger that Armin has for you. He wants to bite you on the crook of your neck and taste the blood that runs through you, warming you, keeping you alive. Every kiss leaves him starving for more as his desire washes over him.
He pushes through just to see how far he can get away with, trailing his thumb over your plump lips before sliding it in softly through the gap slowly. The way you comply and suck on his finger sends shivers down his spine. Your mouth was so warm and wet, he'd do anything to have his cock shoved in it instead of his fingers. But he doesn't want to dirty your pretty face. You're too delicate for that. That's how he sees you, a delicate angel needing protection. But to protect you, he needed to hurt you first.
However it started or whoever initiated it, it was a blurry memory. All you could remember was both your lips pressed onto a desperate seal of needing, a silent agreement to feed into each other's longing.
Armin's hands gently glide through your waist, rubbing it as if this would be the last, which could be. If he could, he'd lock you in to stay foreverâ already reminiscing the moment when it's still happening.
You climb onto his lap shamelessly as your jaw slacks in preparation for his lips to press onto yours again, this time more desperate, sloppy, and a little messy. But he didn't care, no matter what mess he could possibly make of you, you'd always still look beautiful in his eyes even with drool drooping out of your mouth from being so needy.
You couldn't resist any longer, the feeling of his clothed hard cock rising as you mindlessly sat on his lap, you had to feel himâ all of him. You dig your nails on Armin's back, worried it might have hurt him yet he doesn't even flinch or make a sound as you crudely grind on his cock, the friction pooling heat in your core as your clit drags against the fabric of his pants.
Armin grabs on your hips moving you onto him as he follows your motion, gasps leaving his mouth at times when you grinded too hard on him. Or when the softest yet extremely lewd moan that comes out of your pretty little mouth gets him fighting the urge to push it in, to get you on your knees and pray to God in the worst possible scenario as he stuffs your mouth to the brim with his cock and seed.
He probably could've came right there and there, but he wouldn't have forgiven himself if he came before even being inside you. His breath hitches as he forcefully grabs your hips to halt.
âArmin?â
You say his name breathlessly but confused on the sudden pause.
âSorry, justâŚâ
He didn't complete his sentence before his lips met yours again vigorously. Of course you do not reject his advances and wrap your shoulders around his neck as you run your fingers through his blonde hair still managing to look neat despite messing it up.
He slowly lowers you on the bed with his hand behind your head to protect it from hitting the mattress too hard.
His strong need to protect you is still present amidst his guilt of taking advantage of you.
It was a sinful contrast, your trusting eyes as he pulled down your long uniform skirt as he avoided contact behind his own deceiving eyes as if he was pitying you for being so naive. For the first time, he avoids your eyes. Out of guilt? Out of shame?
His lips trail along your neck to your collarbone softly biting on it as you unbutton his undershirt while he folds onto you, dangerously getting lower and lower onto your hips before he plays with the band of your panties.
âCan I?â
He stares at you longingly as he taps on your thighs in anticipation despite his certainty of you consenting anyways. You give off a timid nod before Armin goes straight onto work in a second after you give the go signal. He pulls your panties off of you, dark thoughts dancing around his hellish desires with how wet you were to the point your folds stick to the soft fabric translucent from your slick.
He reaches his hands out to cup your face as he moves his index and middle finger into your mouth, your tongue swirling around it in compliance. He sighs with the feeling before he removes it shortly to move his now lubricated fingers to circle motions around your clit. You let out a pathetic mix of a whimper and hitch of a breath from the contrasting feeling of his cold fingers coated by your warm saliva.
Armin soon lays his legs down to rest with his back up. He's more bold and free now, doing whatever the hell he wanted to without consideration for your sake knowing whatever he'll do you'll enjoy anyways. This shows with the way he suddenly pulls your thighs apart and placing them on his shoulders, the weight not meaning a thing with how strangely strong he is. This very action causes Armin to feel blood circulate to his already rising boner with how strings of your wetness attempt to hold onto one another after pulling your legs apart. He sucks in a breath before spitting on your cunt shortly after placing his tongue against it. Your back arches to the feeling, your mouth gapped slightly, your hands reaching onto him as if you were about to grab his hair.
He flicks his tongue back and forth, the sound so lewd it felt like it was echoing throughout the room. He pulls his free hand up to spread your folds apart for better granted access with his thumb and indexâ his other hands middle and ring wet from your mouth from earlier soon gently pushed in your entrance in a teasing manner before he fully rams it in you, causing your whole body to jolt.
His tongue and fingers move in perfect harmony and rhythm, each movement driving out a strained moan out of you each time. Armin would be lying if he said the way you squirm submissively against him didn't give him some power trip turn on. Despite being smart, he wasn't exactly strong compared to his other friends who could beat him to a pulp if it ever came to it. So he couldn't help but indulge a little with the feeling of dominance and assertion he had over you.
So fucking addictive.
You were so sweet, he had to resist sucking or nibbling on you at most times but he couldn't help but do so with how you enabled his behavior with every pleasure filled sound that leaves your plump lips.
He was in such a haze he had completely forgotten about everything, his sins earlier, his self control, his composition, all replaced with the speeding phase of his tongue on your clit and his fingers ramming on you simultaneously.
âArmin, waitâŚ! I'm coming!!â
He was so lost to the point he couldn't even hear your voice thinking he was hallucinating it, your hands on his hair tugging on it, your nails digging onto his shoulders, your legs closing on his head locking him in, he couldn't sense or feel a thingâ a tang of pain he should feel nowhere in his system. He could only acknowledge the way your walls tighten around him and the muffled curses of his name reaching his ears as you inevitably come undone and cum all over his mouth from your overstimulation.
Your body lays there weakly from your orgasm as Armin happily licks you clean like a dog waiting for scraps to fall, he wants to take it all in. He shakes his head back and forth, his nose wet from your slick before he leans back to catch his breath, licking his lips glossed with your wetness to get a final taste of you.
He pulls you up from your daze pulling you in for a desperate kiss, you tasting yourself on his lips.
With the strength left on your body you reach to unbuckle his belt desperately pulling it down with his pants, his cock dripping with pre-cum flinging up onto his stomach. It was so flushed and soreâ aching and pulsing for your touch, your undivided attention.
You didn't have to think twice before you reached onto your cunt, transferring all of his saliva and your orgasm left on there to your hands before you trail your hand around his cock, stroking it as your index rubs along the slit of his cock.
He digs onto your hips harshly as he falls his head down onto your shoulders controlling his noises better than you have.
It didn't take long before you straddle yourself on top of him, his tip teasing your entrance as you slowly drop yourself in focusing on getting used to his thick and long length.
He plays with your hair patiently as your gummy walls surround him, every vein sucked onto you. His tip is fully inserted in you before you take him all in bouncing down onto him causing him to grunt. He shortly bounces his hips up barely covering his arousal with how freely he was moaning by now, you weren't any better though. He had to put his hand over your mouth knowing that the sisters patrol the halls around this time. You may be on your knees but you certainly weren't praying, but you were screaming for God. You feel a little bad conscious about how loud you were, Armin reads you like an open book as always with how he notices you looking away.
âIt's okay, don't be embarrassed. You have the tightest cute little cunt. Just don't be so loudâŚ.Mhm?â
You wouldn't have expected him to be so crude like this with dirty talk. He surprises you more and more everyday.
He sighs before suddenly nibbling on the skin of your ears before sticking his tongue in your ear kissing it so delicately as if it were your lips. You'd be completely wrong to think that Armin wasn't experienced like this, so freaked out to the point he'd make out with your ears so tingly and sensualâ a spot as sensitive as your neck. He knew from how he'd innocently whisper to you during lectures, how your body reacts by shuddering when his hot breath hits your ear, who knew he'd use these mundane actions to his advantage of his underlying motives.
âFuckâŚâ
He whispers your name as you freely bounce on him following his rhythms helping him reach his orgasm after he drives yours out so easily, definitely a cumming of a lifetime.
âHold on.â
He's about to come, he's so close. But he knows better than to cum inside you, even though the thought of him breeding you stays in his mind but in his mind only the same way his seeds stay in his head.
He grips onto your hips to stop your movement, pulling you off of him in the process, a feeling of void going over you as you feel empty without him inside you.
He pulls you to the bed side gently as he takes his hand and jerks himself off as he looks at you, his eyes mainly focusing on the sweat running off of your tits. You crawl down onto the floor as he becomes more vocal before you gesture pointing to your mouth.
Armin softly nods as he looks down on you crawling closer to him, taking in his length, so long that it already hits the back of your throat. You couldn't help but gag. But that didn't stop you, nothing stopped the both of you so far. Didn't stop the both of you from fucking in a Christian Church School, didn't stop you to be a creep who stalked him, and it didn't stop him to do what he did to make you stay.
He lays back, his elbows supporting him up as he lets you do the rest. He could've sworn he almost passed out with how dizzy he got from the way your wet and warm mouth hugs him in a suffocating embrace, his hands couldn't help themselves but reach for your hair to tug on it, swirling it around making his hand a living ponytail as he uses everything in his being to only gently push you deeper onto him and not to fully ram it in you with a harsh push. You cried out, tears running down onto your cheeks and then onto his member as you thrust your mouth up and down on him.
He didn't like seeing people upset, Armin is an empath at heart. Despite that not applying when he committed a sin towards you, his usual empathy doesn't show the second time with how he thought you were even more precious when you cry. You are beautiful, but you are even prettier when you cry. The way your rosy cheeks are plumped from your tears as his cock imprints on the side. It was truly a sight to behold. A beautiful angel, your skin prickling pink from your tears is enough to make him cry himself.
The sight alone got himself carried away faster as he tenses up and shoots his load in your mouth, leaving him panting. His shaggy breaths worsens with how you swallow his cum as you lick his slit clean from any residue left or dripping out. He tasted tart, unbelievably delectable.
You pull your mouth out of him slowly, his fingers reaching in to place his thumb on your lips wiping the string of saliva connecting his cock to your mouth.
He giggles before he pulls you back to bed with your back laid against his chest. He sighs onto your shoulders nuzzling in it.
âWhat if your roommates walk in on us?â
You question half jokingly.
âThey won't. I locked the door and kept their keys.â
He coos as he hums.
âOh, so you were planning on fucking me this whole time? Where are they gonna sleep then?â
You retort by slapping his hand on your thigh.
He sighs before chuckling against your ears.
âOutside.â
âWhat?! Won't they get in trouble?!â
âYeah.â
âYou don't care?â
âI've covered for them for too long. It's time they fend off for themselves. Don't worry about it. JustâŚStay like this. Okay? Until tomorrow? Just sneak out, you know.
âTsk tskâŚFine fine.â
You roll your eyes playfully as you slowly drift onto sleep. You'd choose to be here in Armin's warm embrace and getting possibly caught later on over being alone in your dorm every time.
At last, you've justified your note. There's no regrets whatsoever, just before you leave, you finally got to taste your addiction for the last time.
That's how it ends, Armin's body pressed against you as he barely makes a noise in his sleep, still inhumane even in his sleep, the only difference is he's sleeping heavily now. Finally having a taste of what it would feel like to be in a long uninterrupted slumber. Somehow, you're not worried about how you'll get back to your dorm later on, the warm fuzzy feeling in you outweighs any anxiety that would usually override you to a panic attack.
Or so you thought.
You grow to be happier having it be your last few weeks here before you return home, still mostly hanging out with Armin and having fun time in his or your dorm when your roommates are gone. You couldn't deny that you're gonna miss the shit out of him. You'd bring him with you if you could.
You've been doing better in your lectures persuading the board on your recovery although you do consider at times to get worse again just to stay here, just to be with Armin.
But alas, here you areâŚPulled in the office with only a single strand of light peaking through the blinds a day before your leave.
Mini ziplocks of drugs found in your bag, your drawers, a dealer's number conveniently stuck on your notebook you were sure weren't there before, the last record of dealing just last week. Conveniently your first sexual encounter with Armin.
Threads of mails after mails sent to your family, your parents specifically of your framed activities here.
Your parents, enraged , immediately contact the board for investigation, finding out all of these things you've been doing you swear haven't even done since your stay. You didn't even know this part of yourself, it wasn't you. You didn't have enemies, so who in their right mind would ruin your life like this?
Taboo and controversial photographs clear in Polaroid by an anonymous photographer of your violations inside the church. Every sin written in the book, you name it. But what baffled you the most is a blurry sextape of you on your laptop, you couldn't see clearly or make up of what it was or who it was, but it was obviously your figure on the screen. But there's only one suspect. A very certain one. The only person you would trust enough foolishly to get to you so close, and this is what your oblivion brings to you.
After almost 3 hours of lecturing and repentance and basically a 5 month addition to your stay you find the man himself standing in front of you leaning on the other side of the wall after walking for a while. This guy sure has some nerve to show up.
You chuckle frustrated.
âYouâŚYouâŚWhy?â
You swear you were about to curse him out, but the feeling of sadness from betrayal was stronger than your anger. Your forgiving and sensitive nature overpowering your wrath.
He sighs as he redirects his eyes from the wooden floor to you.
âLook I'm sorr-â
A slap lands across his face before he could even complete his sentence. But it was still weak, as if you couldn't bring yourself to hurt him still even when he has. The only offense you'll ever play against him, and it doesn't even do a single thing. Doesn't grant satisfaction, vengeance, just teary eyes. But he doesn't react, doesn't grunt, he just stays the unreactive smug douchebag that he usually is.
He runs his fingers through his hair as he retreats to the room next to him, conveniently being his dorm. You scoff and follow him there.
âSeriously. What the fuck Armin?! Don't even bother lying to me anymore. This is all of your doing. WhyâŚ? I thought you liked me!ââ
You tried to act tough and angry, but it couldn't be helped that everytime you get angry you tear up. You just seem like an angry kitten with their tail fluffed up.
âI did, I do. That's why I did that. I didn't want you to leave.â
You scoff at his unbelievable reasoning. He's supposed to be so smart but he acted so irrationally and stupidly.
âOh? So your absolute solution was to go through my private information leaking and actually framing shit I didn't do to my family so I could stay? Did your humiliation kink have a field time doing that shit?â
You place your hands over your forehead.
âCould you blame me? You drew first blood. You stalked me, pretending you didn't try to get away with it. You infiltrated my life, ever since you came in it I had to have you stay. What could I do when you were about to leave?â
âAre you seriously comparing that to what YOU did? Lesser evil for goodness sake. I don't even care what my parents think or do, it's the principle. I just didn't think out of everyone it'd be you behind it all. I trusted you...â
You sigh pathetically as you uncontrollably sob unsure of what you were actually sad about. Your relationship between your family being scarred to the brink, or the fact that the person most special to you who made you feel safe did this.
Armin walks over to you.
âYou can still trust me. It's super fucked up I know. But that's the last of the stupidly desperate things I'll ever do, I just needed you to stay. I can protect you, shield you, make this whole thing go away, please just stay.â
He wipes your tears away with the sleeves of his sweater.
âYou caused this whole thing, Armin. God, I hate how I still can't bring myself to hate you despite it all.â
It was extremely conflicting. You wanted to cut his hand off for even daring to touch you after what he had done, but the thought of the warmth of it leaving your cheek was no good either. Why couldn't you bring yourself to hate him? Why couldn't you just push him away? Why couldn't you just run off when he pressed his lips against yours as if he still had the right to? Why did you kiss him back as any logical senses left on the instinctive curled fist of yours suddenly unfold to hold onto him instead?
You hated it. You were completely powerless against him in every sense possible. He has calculated everything, while you haven't seen a thing coming. Even if you were to defend yourself that he had framed you, everyone would side with him with the reputation and connections he's established so far, he had conditioned you to be completely smitten and obsessed to the point of this. To the point of acceptance that you are indeed weak against him. His power over you is everlasting.
His tongue reaches in to lick the tears off of your cheek, the slight saltiness waving over his taste buds before he trails kisses over your neck, licking the spot he has left last time. As he places his thumb to continue wiping your tears that he secretly was getting hard off.
âI'm sorry, I really am. I didn't want to do this to you. I wouldn't want this to happen to you if someone else were to do it.â
You couldn't help but have tears continue to stream in from his deceiving words you really tried to believe were genuine for your own sake.
âJust trust me please. I'll make it better, I'll make it up to you so much. It'll be fine. Please just stay. I'll make this whole thing go awayâ you know I can.â
He swiftly unbuttons your shirt out of pattern recognition as he continues on. Your hand grabbing onto his wrist halting him, then slowly dropping to your side weakly.
âThereâŚGood Girl. Just, hear me out.â
He unbuttons your shirt fully as tugs on your bra removing it before he moves his palms to cup your breast stroking it taking out whimpers out of your mouth.
âRemember the first time we met, yeah?â
He sighs, his demeanor changing completely from apologetic to assertive.
You couldn't respond with anything but a simple nod with how fazed your mind is right now. It didn't help that Armin folded himself on you as he sucked on your nipple as he fidgeted with the other using his fingers completely leaving you speechless.
He reaches over your skirt pulling it down then to your panties pushing the fabric to the side before tossing it off as he strokes his fingers around it before using the wetness to pump his cock he popped out with his free hand.
âWhat is a âGodâ to you?â
He bends you over his desk with your back up as he teases your entrance with his tip causing you to yelp out still speechless.
He grunts as he slowly puts it in you.
âRemember that question? Well I haven't been completely honest at answering that question at all.â
You look up to the blinding ceiling light of painted angels looking down upon the both of you as he continues to get you wrapped around his cock. It felt sinful, it felt like eyes were all over you again. Eyes looked at you naked beyond skin level. Vulnerable as ever.
âSo I'll be honest right now. If this is the last time I'll ever be able to be honest with you, or at all.â
He fully rams it in letting out a soft moan as he leans in on your shoulders to whisper in your ears as he slowly and steadily pulls out of you, your walls closing in on him to keep it in. He chuckles at the feeling of you being so needy.
âA God didn't mean a thing to me. That was until you came into my life. And I thinkâŚI didn't doubt the existence of one for once..For once, it felt certain.ââ
He hums as he suddenly rams back in you, jolting your whole body. Causing you to claw on his desk, the first scratch on it to exist. But he didn't care at all, he had imperfections after imperfections since meeting you. He loved how he took out the flawed side of him.
âYou're a God to me, Y/N. I'm so sure of that. A saving grace. Your kindness, your beauty, your everythingâŚI want to worship the floor you step on if I could.â
He grunts as he grabs on your waist thrusting your body on him. You ascended from a poor angel he saw weak that fell from heaven to a God he'd do nothing but do everything in his power to protect and pleasure.
âYou drove me to the brink of insanity. I understood how worshipping came to be. I thought it was stupid, oh so stupid. Turns out I only understood when I had someone worthy of worship.â
His words are barely audible with how your senses all became numb with how he rammed it in you. You didn't even care to hold back your moans, you had nothing left to lose. Armin made sure of that.
âYou're so caring, kind, giving, you're everything a God would be. So you can hurt me all you want, bite me, cut me, curse me, I'll accept anything you hand to me with open hands.â
He sighs as he places his hands over your mouth, feeling you bite down on it unsure if it was out of defense or desire. He doesn't feel a tang of pain, even with blood pooling out. Just absolute acceptance with whatever you hand to him, like the dog he is.
âBecause you're my God, my Savior. My only sense that I'm alive, a reassurance that I'm actually living, you've made me feel something I've never felt before. Something I only felt for someone like you. So flawed, so immoral, you made me feelâŚhuman.â
He nibbles on your ears as he fastens his phase digging in his nails on his waist as you dig in your nails to the side of the desk for whatever support you can get. It wrecked you that his words were actually getting to you, that it felt so good to have that type of effect on somebody, to have someone be this insane for you.
It would be the honest truth if you were to openly say that you genuinely thought it was romantic that he went through lengths to keep you when he could've just begged like he is now.
âSo please. Please, let me in. I'll do anything for you, you don't need to do anything else. Just please stay. And the rest I can turn into history.â
Your breath hitches as you look away.
âYou're just being nice, Armin...â
âNice? What part of what I did was âniceâ?â
He lands a smack on your ass jittering to the movement of his cock in and out of you causing you to yelp, the slapping sounds echoing throughout the room. It was so clear now. Every noise certainly bounced through the thin walls off the building. But as you thought, it wouldn't matter anymore. Armin had already wrecked you to hit rock bottom that there's no going deeper down.
âI took advantage of your trusting nature, got you into this messâ made you a mess. I ruined you just to build you back up so I can be sure I'll be able to keep you. There's nothing nice about what I did.â
He pushes his fingers down under your stomach to feel his dick going in and out of you. A strained choke coming out of your mouth as he moves it up to play with your breasts.
âI can't help or control myself around you. It was just mortal curiosity at first but you turned out to be something more than just an interesting being. You ascended to something much more important to me. And I couldn't afford to have you leave, I think I'd be absolutely wrecked and would beat myself up forever if I let you slip away.â
Your walls tighten around him, he knows you're about to come.
âArmin, waitâŚ.!â
You reach out to stop him from thrusting into you but he holds your hands back just in time pinning both your wrists with one hand above your head.
âI want nothing but to give you pleasure, make you feel good, let my last deceiving actions be the last thing that'll hurt you. So don't hold yourself back anymore, don't let anything or anyone do.â
He says as a genuine smile spreads on his face as the last drop of tears runs over your cheeks as your back arches up as you get close.
âYour hips, your thighs, your breast, your soul, all of youâŚEvery piece of youâŚAnd you as wholeâŚI'll fucking worship it all till you start finally understanding why I'm so head over heels for you.â
The mix of his crudely beautiful words and his fingers reaching under your stomach to rub circles on your abused clit to the sensation of his cock ruthlessly pushing your orgasm out of you.
He chuckles at the lewd image in front of him as he chases his own orgasm now, your stiff body from overstimulation numb as he rams one final time cumming in you shortly after you did. He folds himself onto you reaching to seal both your lips in a passionate kiss as you feel his warm seed ooze inside you. Armin wasn't as careful anymore as he used to be before. He didn't care anymore, your world was his.
He wanted to mark you. He wanted to be the only devoted worshipper you had. Because nobody else would be this obscene for you but him to see you as a God. And he knew that the feeling is mutual, that you're so forgiving that you'd let him cum in you despite it all. That you wanted it as much as he did.
Everything after that felt hazy. You just remember him carrying you back to his dorm after he dressed you up again to be unsuspecting to the people out the halls. As if it wasn't already clear. But to Armin's advantage, he had a reputation. No matter what sins he might create here, it wouldn't affect him. And it was the same for you now that he had you. He would protect you, he wouldn't let a thing dare hurt you anymore, he'd cut off any other finger that dares touch you. He'll be the last thing that could ever hurt and love you.
He cleaned you thoroughly in his room. Your feelings were still conflicted, but one thing for certainâ You loved Armin, and he loved you. There was no escaping that anymore. You were completely his, and he was completely yours. Both insane to be driven to this point.
And that unspoken agreement will forever be sealed in a camera you had in your bag secretly recording you and Armin's âencounterâ. An eye for an eye.
And that was Armin's first mistake that he might have made so far in his life.
He should've known better.
Known better than to genuinely believe that you were a delicate angel, weak, and oblivious. When it couldn't have been farther from the truth. You were a ruthless God. And Armin loved it.
You knew better than he did despite the facade you put up that he couldn't have calculated as thoroughly as he would have with most people.
You took advantage of Armin's assured nature. That he leaves no doubts with his strategic planning. But nobody is perfect, and everything is flawed. Including his false image of you of being so easy to deceive.
You grin uncontrollably as you attempt to steadily walk back to your dorm at night looking back at him, SD card in hand with a sex tape in a seemingly innocent little disk with unsuspecting Armin in it. Much clearer to see him in than the one in your laptop. One release of it and it's bye bye Good Image of Armin.
Armin scoffs and shakes his head before chuckling to look back up at you from the floor as he smiles softly as he leans on the door. He was so stupid. It was all too simple yet he couldn't figure it out.
And just like that, he had found his match.
The overlooked and unexpected bubbly danger that was you.
Nerd!Armin cause who doesnât like that au of him, and after a long day of classes he comes back to his and readerâs apartment. Just want to sit down on the couch with his book and cuddle his love. Yet he comes back to find reader no where until he gets to their bedroom and finds his book used as a makeshift bikini top and very little else.
Ummm Idk if you like the idea but happy to have you back on tumblr âá˘..á˘ââĄ
(Suddenly, my assignments and lectures just donât seem all that important right now! Now, Iâve never written material like this, so let me know how yall feel abt it!)
Happy Birthday! | Armin x Reader (NSFW) [not that freaky but still]
It just had to be today of all days.
The day dragged on endlessly: Professors circling around the main point of their presentation. Constant interruption of the eager students trying to play âdevilâs advocateâ, thinking they know more than the professor does. Battling with the TA when his grade came out differently from Marcoâs, even though they worked on the assignment together.
All on his birthday.
The entire walk back from campus to his apartment was filled with thoughts of you.
His sweet partner.
All he wants to do now is hold you.
Grab his favorite book from the coffee table he left it on, turn on your speaker to play some soft music, and lie down on the couch with you. He wanted to hear you ramble on about your day, running your hands through his hair.
Now heâs more than glad his birthday party with everyone isnât until Saturday. He isnât sure how much more he can take after today, especially with how rowdy things get when Eren, Jean, and Reiner all interact with some alcohol in their system.
Once he sees the apartment in view, he just canât hold in how excited he is to see you!
He rushes up to the door, speedwalking (practically jogging) up to it, and fumbling with his keys. He couldnât wait to see your pretty face. To hold you like he wants to steal your air away.
Finally, the door opened, and there you are, sitting on the couch like always.
Waiting for him.
Except youâre not?
He pauses, incredibly disappointed and deflated.
You were supposed to be here.
He needs you right now more than ever, and youâre not here??
He lets out a sad sigh, plopping down onto the couch after having tossed his book bag aside. An arm came up to cover his eyes, a clear sign of frustration for him. Where could you be? Did you go out to grab something to surprise him today? But he doesnât want any of that. He just wants you. At least youâre trying to celebrate him, right? Thatâs what should count.
He reaches a hand out, flailing towards the coffee table, trying to reach for the book heâd left there earlier. After the 3rd failed attempt at reaching for it this way, he sits up, scanning the table for that damn book.
And great. Thatâs not there either. He gets up from the couch, looking around the living room and kitchen, trying to figure out where the hell he couldâve left it.
Not under the couch.
Not on the kitchen counter.
Not on the dining table.
He walks towards the bedroom, the one place he hasnât checked.
When he opens the door, heâs met with a sight that immediately makes him a red-faced mess.
There you are, his sweet love, âreadingâ his book, having it opened up to cover your bare chest as much as it could in nothing else but dark blue bottoms. You look up as he opens the door, smiling at him. The very smile that makes his knees weak. The one heâd do anything for.
âWas wondering if youâd ever come over here or if Iâd have to go drag you from the couch,â you teased, âSo, you coming in or what?â
It took him a second or two to fully snap out of the trance you put him in. He just canât help but be mesmerized by you. No matter how long youâve been together now for, you were always his weakness. He steps in hesitantly, closing (and locking the door for safe measures) behind him.
âI thought you left or something,â He whispered.
âI know. I could hear you groaning in the living room from in here. Rough day?â You asked.
âLike you wouldnât believe,â He murmured, rubbing a hand over his face in annoyance.
âSo, what Iâm hearing isâŚâ You slowly move the book away from your chest. Closing it and tossing it on the nightstand before leaning back onto your arms. â... you need to let out some steam?â
Usually, Armin was a gentle lover. Taking his time with you, asking if what he was doing was okay, and reassuring you the entire time. But right now? Heâs starving. Heâs been tested beyond his limits today, and youâre the only thing that he can think of to make it better. Without missing another beat, heâs on you.
His hands traced every curve of you as he pushed you back against the pillows. His lips latched onto your neck, kissing and biting softly. One of his knees came up, guiding your thighs apart, giving just enough space for him.
âBaby!â You giggle out, surprised at his eagerness, âCome on, take some time with your birthday present first.â
âIâm sorry, baby, but I canât,â He pants out. He pulls back to look into your eyes, his glazed over in a soft haze. Desperate, but still as adoring as usual. âI know Iâm not usually like this, but I need you right now. Please, baby?â
The look in his eyes definitely did something to you. And who were you to deny your sweet boyfriend like this? And on his birthday, no less.
You decide to make the next move, tugging at his belt. He let out a soft whine, immediately melting at the gesture. His head came down to rest against your forehead.
âFuckâŚâ He murmured, âI need you.â
Soon enough, clothes were scattered across the floor. He had you turned onto your stomach, a hand holding you down by your neck as he thrusted into you. Needy whines and whispers filled the room as he enjoyed every part of you. Watching you writhe beneath him like this is his favorite pastime. His free hand worked to trail reverently down the curve of your spine, feeling the way that it shivers at his touch.
âYouâre so beautiful, sweetheart⌠You know that, right? Iâll remind you every day if I have toâŚâ He whispers, stuttering softly as he gets lost in the sensation of you.
The moment gets interrupted when his phone starts ringing, probably Eren or someone trying to wish him a happy birthday. But, fuck, he couldnât care less about that when he has you like this. So pretty, and all just for him. He finds his phone hidden somewhere in the sheets of their bed. He sends them straight to voicemail, never once slowing down as he pushes further into you.
Now there he is, phone in hand, looking down at you. A small, mischievous smile spreads across his face as he opens his camera app.
âBaby, let me take a picture of ya, yeah? Something for me- fuck- for me to use when you're gone. Please, baby?â
You nod, honestly just wanting him to get it over with so he can focus on you again.
Once he has the green light, he makes sure to capture you in all your perfection.
There you are, eyes closed, fingers curling tightly around the bedsheets, body arched just right to feel every delicious inch of him.
He tosses his phone aside once heâs satisfied with his work, taking the rest of the afternoon and night to âplay with his birthday presentâ.
Afterwards, he cuddles up to you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He kisses along the curve it gently. Despite being a bit breathless and tired, he holds on to you. Youâre his anchor. His sweetheart.
âThanks, my love. Youâre the best present Iâve ever gotten.â
- <3 -
i got shy writing thisđ i love love love Armin so freaking much, but im not confident in my smut writing abilities. practice makes perfect tho!
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I know I havenât been here since like septemberđđ (being an honors student at a UC school is a torture i signed up for) BUT I SWEAR ILL BE BACK just needed to do something for this cuties birthdayđđ
(Was listening to âDavidâ by Lorde and imagined this scenario. Probably not related to the lyrics, but my mind works in mysterious ways.)
Eren x Reader / Modern AU
There he was now, on his way down the green grass, Yard after yard as he gets closer to scoring the last points needed to win against Marley Universityâs Soldiers. Blood is rushing through his veins and the noise of the crowd is cheering him on.
âEren!! Go Eren!!â
They shouted for him. All of their eyes glued to him. All of their support there for him to thrive in.
Finally, heâs made it over the end zone.
TOUCHDOWN!!
The stands roared in applause, the lights flashed around the schoolâs field, and the announcers were happily praising his victory.
He looked over to the bleachers.
All the smiling face looking at him. Cheering for him. All for him. And best of all, there she was.
His sweetheart.
Mikasa Ackerman.
God, sheâs gorgeous.
He takes a second to admire her before rushing to the stands, climbing up and reaching an arm out to pull her into a kiss.
Once the initial excitement died down, he, the team, and all his friends (his girl included) all went to some after party to celebrate the seasonâs win.
He felt like he was on top of the world.
He partied like nothing could ever stop him.
Downing drink after drink.
Playing game after game.
After a game of beer pong, he catches wind that some of the other teams players crashed the party. Like hell he was gonna let them stop his fun now. He grabbed a few of his friends, pulling them to face the opponents again.
Insults were thrown.
Insults soon became punches.
A fight.
It wasnât supposed to get this bad.
Nobody was supposed to get this hurt.
But the single gunshot to go off was now the reason heâd fall to the ground.
Pain like nothing heâs ever imagined coursing through his body after the initial adrenaline had died down.
Crimson blood coming from his leg now stained the ground.
The room was spinning.
A crowd surrounded him, calling out his name.
âEren!â
âEren!!â
- <3 -
âEren!! Eren, cmon! Youâre gonna be late for work again!â He heard your raised voice from the corner of your shared room as you cleaned.
âMmm.. Mi- huh?â His sleepy voice drew out, still in a daze. He reached out for his phone, checking the time before groaning.
âMe? Whatâre we speaking in third person now??â
He heard you chuckle at your own joke. He sat up in bed, rubbing his temples over the annoying nightmare. The replaying of a past that torments him.
âMorning, babe.â
âGood morning, cutie. I thought Iâd never get you to wake up. You alright over there?? You were twisting and turning around a lot last night. Usually when that happens itâs because of a nightmare.â
âIâm fine, baby. Just⌠Just the usual.â
He hears you set down whatever it was that you had in your hands to sit next to him. He doesnât look over at you yet, keeping his eyes on the bed sheets. He doesnât feel like he can look at you just yet.
âAre you okay to go to work today? You could just- I dunno, spend the day with me here?? I donât have work either and we-â
âNo.â He said quickly, âNo, no, I should go. Iâm fine. Just a bit stuck in my head.â
âEren-â
âIâm fine, Y/N. Cut it out.â He snapped at you. He knew you didnât deserve it. Hell, you deserved much better than him in every sense, but he just canât help it right now.
âOkay⌠Iâm sorry.â
He heard the shuffling of the sheets, glancing up to watch you leave the bedroom. After a few more minutes of silent contemplation on the bed, he got up to drudge his way through getting ready for work.
Once he was ready, he grabbed the lunch you made him and headed towards the door.
âBye, baby. Love you.â You murmured.
He hesitated.
You noticed.
He knows you did.
Still, he walked out with a nod and nothing else.
- <3 -
He wasnât supposed to be here.
Not at this mechanic shop. Not on this side of the city. Not gaming friendly conversation with these dead-beat morons he doesnât even like.
He should be out on the field. Running through the grass and tossing around the ball with his friend.
That is if he could run at all.
If he could go back, heâd have done it all differently.
He wouldâve never picked that fight. He couldâve just welcomed them to celebrate. Why did he have to be such a fucking hot head? Why did he always go looking for some fucking mess?
Now look at him.
College drop out, working a job with people he canât stand, and a damn leg that wont last more than 20 minutes running without jolting in pain. Even walking or standing got the occasional wince from him.
This isnât where his life shouldâve gone.
And he spent his entire shift thinking about it.
- <3 -
After work, he stumbled into his usual bar.
Drink after drink.
Desperately wanting to distract from the disgust of the life he lived now.
He played games with other patrons, danced with other girls. As the hours passed, his mind became fuzzy and vision blurred. Tumbling around the bar, barely holding on to anything he could to feel any sense of stability.
âCmooonnn,â He slurred, âjust one more, then Iâll leave.â
âWe already called your girl to come get ya, man. You need to sober up, itâs getting sad now.â
He scoffed at the bartenderâs words. When he heard the chime of the bar door, he already knew whoâd be standing there waiting for him.
âHey, babes.â His words were directed to you, but his eyes remained on the counter in front of him.
âSeriously?? Again?? Eren, what the fuck.â
âI know.â
- <3 -
âWe canât keep doing this, Eren! You need to talk to me more. I canât help you if you keep drowning me out!â
The more you rambled, the less he listened. Everything went in one ear and out the other as you dragged him along the city streets and back to your shared apartment.
âMhm⌠Yeah⌠Sorry, babes.â
âEren. Youâre not even fucking listening, are you?â
His only response was a groan.
âUn-fucking-believable. This is exactly what Iâm-â
âCan you just shut up??â
Fuck. What the hell is he doing!?
âAll you do is talk and lecture me. Can you just drop it for once?? You even know I donât give a fuck so why waste your breath.â
You stopped walking, and he steps ahead of you. Looking down at you.
âYou donât know what this is like. Youâll never know. I had it all. Everything Iâve ever wanted was in the palm of my hand. Everything Iâve ever worked for. My grades were amazing, I was at the top of my game, Mikasa and I were the happiest weâve ever been-â
âMikasa..?â He heard you murmur, but he just couldnât stop. Everything came pouring out like a dam brok. Only unfortunately, this meant dragging you down with him.
âAnd then⌠then⌠it was stripped away. All on one night. All by some fucking idiot that got too trigger happy. Now? Now, all Iâm left with is this fucking GARBAGE.â
Your gasp.
So full of hurt and disgust.
Thatâs what finally snapped him out of it.
âFuck⌠Baby, no-â
He tried to reach out to you. His hand wavered near your wrist, wanting to grab and stop you from turning away.
He never got that chance. Not now that you had slapped the shit out of him.
âHow fucking dare you!? Iâve been so supportive. So fucking kind to you, Eren Jeager. How could you do this to me???â
âPlease, just hear me out-â
âWhen you moved to this city, you said you wanted a fresh start, right? If wanted to escape your past so bad, then stop mourning it.â
You turned on your heel, walking off and leaving him there standing like a fucking moron under the city lights. He practically dragged himself home.
- <3 -
Three days.
Itâd been three days since heâs seen or heard from you since that night.
He knows youâre safe. Just at some friends house until you can figure out what to do.
The silence is so much heavier now.
All your humming, the ways youâd rant about your days to him, the way youâd ask about his day, or just sit and listen when he talks about his nightmares. How you comforted him endlessly, put up with all his bullshit, and handled it all for the both of you.
The color you brought back into his life after it had all gone to hell. The way you were the only one to wiggle your way into his heart after he had closed it off for so long.
He never appreciated you enough.
At least not up until it was too late. A tale as old as time.
Once he got back from work, he was welcomed by the sting of an apartment that now had lost any memory of your existence.
A key on the counter with a note that read âIâm breaking up with youâ.
He held on to something that doesnât exist anymore.
FratBoy!Sukuna x Chubby!Reader - Part 8 (Final Part)
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7
âYouâre gonna fucking pamper the brat.â
âOh shush, Iâm not pampering him. Iâm just cuddling him a bit. Plus, itâs not like youâre showing much affection to him, and heâs supposed to be your nephew.â
As things got better between the two of you, he developed a habit of inviting you out to wherever he was going. All he wanted was to have you by his side now. So, whether it be to the store, an errand, or just out of the frat, heâd always hit you up with the same:
wanna come with??
This time it was to his brotherâs place. Jin needed some time to get some things done without his hyperactive son knocking things over. So he called in a favor with Sukuna to come watch the kid.
At first, he bitched and complained about not wanting to watch the damn kid.
But with you there? Maybe it wonât be as bad.
There you were now, cuddling Yuji on the couch, singing along with him as one of his favorite songs from the movie plays loudly. Your hands run through the boyâs hair slowly, comforting him with every soft hum. You glance over to Sukuna, watching as he glares at the scene.
Only itâs not one of his usual glares.
His eyes always speak for him.
Though his mouth was a thin line as if he were holding his tongue, his eyes were focused.
With all the time that has passed now, you knew he wouldnât talk about it like this in front of the kid. Youâd just have to corner him once you were both alone.
- <3 -
Babysitting Yuji was a complete blast!
For you, at least.
After the movie, youâd serve him up some dinner and ate with him while sharing stories. You entertained every tale of his young imaginative mind with a deep interest. Nodding along and asking questions just to see his eyes light up knowing that someone cared to hear what he had to say. Afterwards, he pulled you along to his room to play with some of his toys.
Throughout all of this, Sukuna stayed quiet. Only watching you two and grumbling as he stood off to the side. You felt his gaze flicker between you and Yuji as you lifted him up during play, when your soft arms would hug him tightly, or when you softly scolded him on saying âpleaseâ and âthank youâ.
As every hour passed, you got more and more concerned. His eyes kept drifting off towards a distance. Always lost in thought.
Sukuna? Quiet?? For once???
This isnât right.
Jun arrived back just in time to set Yuji into bed, giving you the green light now to confront your boyfriend. You gave Yuji the biggest hug before stepping back with Sukuna.
âIâll miss you, Yuji-buddy!â
He shouts back a quick âme tooâ before rushing back to his room.
You pull Sukuna along outside, walking hand in hand with him to his car. Once inside, you snag the keys from his hand before he can put them in the ignition.
âWhat was that?â You question.
âWhat was what?â He responds immediately. Just a bit too quickly to be casual.
âSukuna.â
âOkay. Okay, fine. Gimme the keys and we can talk some place else. Jin is gonna think weâre fucking out here if weâre parked for too long.â
You roll your eyes at that, âDo you promise?â
âYeah, babes, just cmon.â
He holds his hand out and you hand him the keys with a huff. He drives off, his eyes glued to the distance ahead. After a few quiet minutes, the tension is cut with the movement of his hand.
Hesitantly, he reaches out. The second his palm hit the plushness of your thigh, he lets out a relieved sigh.
A nervous sound, something that made you worry. But his hand on you reassured you that youâre still his girl. He must just have a lot on his mind. You place your hand over his, finally looking over at him. You offer him a soft smile, and he catches it through the corner of his eye.
- <3 -
You sat with him on the bench of some park as the sky darkened. You held his hand, fidgeting with his rings. His eyes were still glued to some distance you couldnât quite see. Not exactly looking at something or someone, but seeming at an idea of some sort. Thoughts and contradictions shown through his expression, until finally, he asks:
âDo you want that?â
You look up at him confused, âWhat do you mean?â
He takes a deep breath, âA family. Ya know, like, kids and all that.â
You turned your body towards him fully, taking both of his hands in yours.
âSukuna. Look at me please.â
For the first time in hours, he finally lets his eyes meet yours.
Theyâre not intense this time.
So soft and contemplative.
âHave you been thinking of this the whole time?â
He lets out a loud sigh, âFor way too long. Itâs starting to piss me off.â
Thereâs a long pause, and he even takes a second to kick a pebble by his foot before continuing.
âBabe. You know I love you. And watching you with Yuji like that? I can see you want something like that in the futureâŚâ
âBut..?â
âBut what if I canât give that to you?â
Your heart drops.
The thumping in your eyes drowns out the usually comforting rustling of leaves.
Lucky for you, he saw your expression and knew to keep going before you got the wrong idea.
âDonât get me wrong. I want to. But Iâm- I dunno, I guess Iâm scared. Before I had you, if someone asked me if I wanted kids, I wouldâve given the loudest âHell noâ I could. I always thought Iâd be riding along, coasting through life not giving a fuck about what the night was gonna bring me. But now? Watching the way you cuddled up with Yuji and how pretty you looked playing mama this afternoon? Maybe itâs not too bad.â
You sigh in relief, resting you head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer.
âSo what about all that ânot being able to give it to meâ stuff?â
âAre you kidding? Itâs like you forget who your man is.â
You couldnât help but snort at that, âOh cmon. Just talk to me, baby.â
âFor starters, Iâm not exactly⌠husband material. I get mad fast, I pick fights easy, I donât know when to shut the fuck up, and I donât care half as much about other things as I should. Iâve got too much pride too. All that stuff I said the day I broke your heart? I had too much pride to let myself look like the fool. What if I never let this pride go? What if it drives you guys away-?â
ââYou guysâ??â
âYou and the kids, obviously.â
He said it so deadpanned it nearly knocked all the wind out of your lungs.
ââKuna, weâre young still! This is something we donât have to think about-â
âYes. We do.â He says sternly, âOf course, we do, because I want you. For now and forever.â
He let out a deep sigh, scratching the back of his neck before continuing.
âYouâre the only thing thatâs made sense to me. I know I was a jack ass, still am, but I donât wanna let this go.â
He pulls back just enough to look down at you with those intense red eyes. Heâs nervous, but determined all in one. You swallow deeply, wanting to prove just how serious he is about this.
âEven if it includes kids and marriage and all that sappy stuff??â
His hands start to slowly rub your back. He glances up, looking at the distance for a moment longer before looking down at you again, eyes full of certainty.
âYeah. I guess so.â
- <3 -
Falling in love with someone like Sukuna is a whirlwind.
Itâs messy.
Itâs fire.
But itâs still all just as beautiful.
Heâs made you cry just as much as heâs made you laugh.
You donât know where youâll end up with him, but now youâve got one ring on your finger to match his.
A promise that wherever you end up, itâll be with each other.
(Hey!! Sorry this one took a bit longer to come out. I am on a trip at the moment!)
FratBoy!Sukuna x Chubby!Reader - Part 7
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You forgave, but you never forgot.
From that day on, the teasing and sarcasm became absolutely relentless.
After every date.
Every gift he handed off.
Every compliment.
You made a sneaky remark about the past just because you knew it would get to him.
Right now, he was in your apartment, ready to take you out on a date. He wanted to show you off at a nice restaurant, where he could hold your hand as you enjoyed conversation and good food. He wanted to unwind and just feel you again. He wanted the care and comfort in your eyes when you looked at him. The interest in your body language whenever he spoke.
The man even went out and bought you a dress for the occasion, as well as a bouquet of sweets and roses.
He wanted to prove that he still knew how to treat his pretty girl.
So there he was, waiting in your living room, battling the vicious side-eye that your roommate was giving him. Clearly still cautious about the idea of you having gotten back together with him. He had even tried getting on her good side by bringing her a small bouquet of flowers too. Once she gave him her two (maybe three or four) cents on how to be a better boyfriend, she went into her room, giving you both a bit of privacy.
When you came stepping out of your room in the dress heâd picked you just for you, you saw as his smirk widened. His eyes followed as the dress fit your hips just right, stopping just enough to get an incredible view of your thighs without making you uncomfortable.
âHey, baby, look at ya,â He drew his voice out low and deep as he spoke, âYou look absolutely delicious. Go on, give me a spin.â
With flushed cheeks, you gave into his request and gave a small spin to show off the dress.
âThank you, âkuna! Itâs so pretty! I love it so much!!â
He smirks and stand off from the couch to walk up to you. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before murmuring, âWeâve still got about half an hour before we have to leaveâŚâ
He pulls you over to sit with him on the couch, keeping a hand on your thigh as he compliments you.
âJust so fucking pretty, arenât ya, love? Gonna let me eat you up later, hm?â
You giggle softly, placing your hand over his, âOh cut it out, babes.â
âHow am I supposed to cut it out when my pretty girl is sitting here looking absolutely beautiful.â
âOh yeah??â
âMhm. Yeah, baby.â His tone was flirty and playful. Clearly expecting to keep this atmosphere going for the entire date (and hopefully afterwards too).
âYeah? Pretty enough so you donât go talking shit about me again. Or maybe you wanna go back to bitch and whine to your frat mates again??â
You were teasing him, not expecting much to come out of this. After-all, youâve teased him about this many times before.
Yet, his face was serious. His jaw was tight and his eyes were unreadable. An overwhelming quiet took over the once playful atmosphere. You shifted in your seat to try and look at him better.
âRyomen..?â
He groans in annoyance, running a hand over his face. You know he has something to say, so you push a little further.
âCmon, âkuna. What is it?â
âI donât⌠I donât like when you do that.â He mutters.
âHm??â
âI donât like when you do that.â He said firmly.
You sat there stunned for a bit before smirking.
âBabes, you know Iâm only joking, right?â
âNo, youâre not, donât give me that,â He shifts his entire body to face you now, reaching over for the remote to turn off the movie before looking at you seriously.
âYouâre holding onto it. Youâre not over it and I canât blame you, but itâs getting to me. I know that I hurt your trust, but Iâve been trying so damn hard to fix it and make us work because I am afraid of losing you.â
You nod along to what heâs saying, taking note of his serious and still somewhat desperate tone.
âWhat do I have to do to get you to at least let it go a bit? Cmon, do you want me on my knees or somethinâ??â
Your eyes got wide as you were stunned that he was the one to suggest it. But thinking about it now, it didnât seem like that bad of an idea. You give him a small smirk.
âFine then. Show me how sorry you really are.â
You didnât expect him to actually do it. Not Ryomen Sukuna, the embodiment of arrogance and pride. You assumed heâd brush it off and grumble under his breath or something of that sort.
But quickly, he shuffles off the couch. On his knees in front of you, he pulls your legs off the couch to kneel between them.
He looks up at you intensely, and truthfully it all catches you off guard. You bring a hand up to cover your mouth (wanting to hide your amused smile from him). His hands immediately wander to your plush thighs and wide hips, running them along each delicious curve.
He looks up at you before speaking, âPretty girl, for everything Iâve ever done and will do, I want ya to know⌠Iâm sorry. I know that Iâm probably the biggest asshole youâll ever meet and Iâll get your nerves constantly, but ya know Iâll always try to make it better. So could you please drop the attitude and teasing? Just a bit?â
Oh the look in eyes had you wanting to melt right then and there.
Finally, after a small moment. you let yourself giggle a bit after stifling your laugh for his rant. You cup his face and lean down press a quick kiss to his lips.
âOkay okay⌠I hear you, babe. Youâre working on being better for me, so Iâll tone it back.â
âMm. Thanks, baby.â
He starts getting a bit handsy. Squeezing and feeling every inch of your thighs and hips.
âFuck, baby,â He murmurs, âYou just had to be this fucking gorgeous, didnât you?â
He dips his head, kissing the expanse of your thighs gently. Wherever his lips could reach, heâd place a kiss, each one serving as a reminder that he really does love you just as you are.
You try to swat away his hands, not wanting to get this worked up before your date.
âBaby- Cmon, cut it out-â
He grabs your hands to stop you from swatting him away from your thighs. He gives you a mischievous smirk before leaning in and biting at your inner thigh. He lets out a groan at the soft gasp that escapes you before pulling back. He stands, adjusting his outfit and making sure he doesnât look too obvious for this date.
âAlright, baby, letâs leave now before we donât leave at all.â
- <3 -
The date went wonderfully!
You both had caught up on everything you missed while having been separated during the summer. Sukuna went on a rant about having to watch his nephew, Yuji, for most of his time home. Meanwhile, you fought off the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach while thinking of Sukuna being able to care for a child. Suddenly, you were curious about what that could look like. Yet, you left that conversation for the future to deal with.
In that moment, he was all you needed.
After a delicious meal full of flirtatious comments and banter between you both, he drove you both back to campus. When you stepped out of his car, he pressed you against it.
Now there you both are, making out against his car, under the comforting light of the street lamps above. Your world was reduced to just this moment.
There with him.
And it felt amazing.
Until it wasnât.
You didnât hear the heckling at first. It only manages to reach your ears when Sukuna pulled away from the kiss. When your eyes fluttered open, there stood one of Sukunaâs frat brother among some of his coworkers a few cars down.
âWide-load doesnât look too bad when her mouth isnât scarfing shit down.â
That was the only one you managed to catch, as your attention was now on a tense yet seething Sukuna. The look in his eyes was enough to tell you exactly what he had in plan for that moment.
So, you did what you thought was right, grabbing his arm and acting as if you failed to hear whatever comments they threw at you. Youâre pulling him up to your apartment door, keeping up the cheery facade.
âThe date was amazing, baby. Thanks for taking me out.â
Sukuna huffs, clearly annoyed still, but knowing not to push any further now. He kisses you goodnight, giving you a quick âlove youâ before heading off back to the frat house.
- <3 -
Itâs the Saturday morning after the date when the doorbell of your apartment rings out, disturbing the âdrama-catch-upâ session you and your roommates had going on in the living room. You were in a chipper mood at the time, having hopped up to open the door with a warm smile. Only for it to fade a bit once you see whatâs on the other side.
The same guy from last night now being held by the collar tightly in Sukunaâs grasp was now looking at your through annoyed but apologetic eyes.
Wait.
Black eyes.
This guy was absolutely bruised and battered.
âIâm- ugh. Iâm very sorry about the comments I have made.â
Although it was monotone, and laced with way more attitude than youâd like, you nodded along (also partly just from the shock of seeing you boyfriend beat up his frat brother for you).
âUh huhâŚâ
The boy huffed, forcing himself from Sukunaâs grasp and walking away grumbling angrily. You look up to meet your boyfriendâs eyes directly.
âSeriously??â
âI have to prove it to my girl that Iâm not letting any of this shit slide anymore.â
Once he gave you that damn grin, you knew youâd cave to whatever this man said.
âOh baby⌠Come here.â
You pull him inside of your apartment. Ready to show just how thankful you are for him.
- <3 -
(Small Note: Hey guys! Wanna say thanks again for the amazing amount of support youâve given me. This series has been so much fun to write! However, I do see it nearing an end soon! I might just end it here and edit it to say final part, or I might do one or 2 more additions! If in the future I decide to revisit this duo, iâll probably do a small series of one-shots about a date or something. Iâve never written smut, but iâm also not opposed to trying something new.)
(Your guysâ comments KILL me sometimes lol. Thanks again for all the love you guys have shown me on this series. Hope this chapter lives up to the expectations.)
FratBoy!Sukuna x Chubby!Reader - Part 6
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You groaned as you felt the sunlight creeping in through Sukunaâs window hit your eyes. You turned over slowly, your head pounding fiercely at every movement.
âFuckâŚâ You grumbled. You reached your hand out to reach for him. Only to be met with the cold sheets where he was supposed to be. Annoyed, you reach for your phone. Squinting your eyes, you manage to see the time.
â10:18 am? DamnâŚâ You toss your phone aside and rub your eyes, sitting up on his bed.
Just then, his door opened again as he walked through holding some bag. You gave him a glare, but all you got in return was that shit-eating grin.
âLook at ya, all bed-head and messy. Howâs the hangover?â
You grumble something under your breath, and he chuckles at your grumpiness.
âAlright, I get it, youâre not in the mood. Here,â He walks up to you. He reached into the bag, reaching for something to give you, âI brought you this breakfast burrito from that one spot you said you wanted to try. Thought youâd need it considering your current state.â
You take the food from him, eating quietly. Once youâve had some food in your system, he gives you some ibuprofen.
âCmon, gimme some space.â He mutters to you, guiding you to scoot over so he can sit with you. Once he has enough space, he reaches for you. Pulling you down to lay your head on his chest. Itâs quiet for a long while, you shut your eyes for a moment longer to ease the headache. Finally, he spoke up again.
âWe really should talk.â
âI know.â
âHow do we start this?â
You grumble in slight annoyance, âI donât know, Sukuna, just say something or whatever.â
Thereâs a long pause before he sighs, âA while back, you asked me if I could go back in time to change something. I told you no. Said that I donât do regrets or second thoughts. I lied. Right now, if I could go back⌠Iâd go back to the day I said all that stupid shit about us. About you.â
You lift your head as he talks, wanting to look into his eyes as he spoke. He held your gaze intently. You could see the nervousness and determination swimming in his eyes. He reaches up to run a hand through your sleep tousled hair, pushing back the strands and twirling the ends.
âThis shit is hard for me to say. Iâve never been like this before. Never been so sweet on a girl before.â
You sigh, pulling back to sit back on your knees. He follows you, sitting up against his pillows, waiting for you to say whatâs on your mind.
âSukuna, I just donât understand.â
âNeither do I, but Iâm willing to find out-â
âNo, Sukuna. Not about that. I donât understand why it had to be me. Look at you! You can have any girl you want. You even know you can. So why chase after me?? And better yet, I told you that this was a big insecurity for me and you exploited it for a laugh with the others. Why, Sukuna!?â
You were getting angry again, your voice raising. He held his hand up in defense.
âEven if youâre getting angry, youâre staying right fucking there. Got it? Weâre talking this through until itâs done.â
Your chest rose and fell heavily, a frown with furrowed eyebrows looking over at him. Once you began to calm down again, he spoke. Only this time it was quiet.
âBecause you care. And I know that sounds selfish, but itâs true. You care so damn much. I never had a girl nag me so much about about being safe. Or ask about how my dayâs been going. Or even just want to talk to me because she likes hearinâ it. Hell, you even made me some fucking cake pops just because you wanted to⌠I never been loved like this before.â
As he spoke, he made a point to lean into you slowly. Inching closer and closer to you, his face not that far from yours.
âYouâre the sweetest thing I ever known. My favorite pain the ass. I missed ya bad, baby. Tell me you missed me too, yeah?â
You bit your lip in contemplation. Truth is, some part of really did miss him. He drives you absolutely insane, but fuck, if it wasnât the best feeling. A high youâd been hooked to. His charm and confidence. You adore him. He notices your hesitation and cups your face, brushing his against your bottom lip.
âCanât talk properly with you biting it like that, baby.â
Still though, you didnât budge.
âCmon, pretty. What am I gonna do without ya, hm?? I promise Iâll do it better this time around. Wonât ya let me do this for you?â
You grumble in annoyance, wrapping your arms around him and hiding your face in the crook of his neck
âPlease. If I give you this chance, you wonât decide you want someone else? You wonât be ashamed to be with me? Youâll love me proudly?â
He rubs your plush thighs and hips, knowing what this is really about.
âIâve got all the woman i could possibly ever need right here in my arms.â
âFineâŚâ You muttered. Suddenly, you sat up again, glaring at him, âBut so help me, you say or do some stupid shit like that again I will chop your balls-â
He didnât let you finish before pinning you down against his bed again. His hands were everywhere as he pressed kisses to your cheeks and neck.
âFinally. Making me wait for so fucking long. I got my pretty girl again.â
Honestly, it was dizzying having him this close again. You let him have his fill of you for now, letting his hand and body move around you. When his hands stopped to squeeze at your thighs, he actually let out a groan.
âThere right here are my absolute favorite. So glad theyâre mine again. And donât worry, baby, Iâll forgive you too. For that whole cheating thing.â
âExcuse me!?â You sat up rapidly, pushing him back a bit.
âYeah. The party last night. Iâll forgive you for it, baby.â
He looked at you with that stupid smirk, knowing heâs pushing your buttons.
âThat is so not fair! We werenât together!â
âNever officially broke up either.â
âBut I didnât cheat! I just- it was a small kiss anyways, that so doesnât count!â
âSure, but letâs not act like Iâm dumb here. Whether or not it counts, on thing is true. You used him to make me jealous.â
He watched the guilty expression on your face as your cheeks twinged pink with embarrassment. You scrambled to think of what to say next. Ultimately, you just grumbled and kept quiet, causing him to chuckle.
âEvery time you took him to your dorm, studied with him, got coffee with him. You were waiting for me, werenât you?â
âOh youâre so full of yourself.â You mumble.
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Super excited to read more of your work!
Thank you so much!! :) It means a lot to me that everyone seems to like my work! Iâm gonna be honest and say itâs my first ever project/series. Iâve only ever written like 2 one-shots before it. So I didnât really expect it to get much attention if any. Thank you guys again, and i really appreciate you all.
About the AOT pfp, thatâs my babes Armin. I love love love Armin so much heâs my favorite, and might work on doing a series with him. But I also recently got inspiration from a movie to write something for Eren, so weâll see where this goes!!! Let me know what you guys wanna see more of:)
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You spent the entire study session nervously attuned to whatever sounds came from the door, worried Sukuna would start banging on it any second now. As you ticked off every minute that passed and focused on actually helping the boy with this weekâs unit subject, you were certain he mustâve left by now. Surely, he mustâve gotten the hint already.
Once the study session reached its end, he packed up his bag and head towards the door. You gave him a quick bye before turning to gather your notes.
âHey, uhm, someone left these here.â
You glance up, seeing him at the door with a bouquet in hand.
âOh! Thanks, you can just leave them on the counter.â
So he does just that, and takes his leave again after offering a small smile. You walk over to inspect the flowers, picking up the bouquet cautiously. They really were so beautiful. Your favorite flowers particularly picked in the prettiest colors. All bright and blooming still with the life it has left. Despite yourself, you smiled at them softly. As you unwrapped them to organize them into a vase, you found a note hidden within the papers.
Printed on the card was a simple âFor my pretty girlâ.
However, turning the card over, you find something scribbled quickly. âHe better not get any fucking ideasâ.
Your eyes widened as you read that. A tingling sensation rose in your stomach as a sudden sense of excitement began to flow.
Maybe now was your chance to be the one to mess with him.
- <3 -
From then on, you started seeking out the frat boy at every chance possible.
After seminars, youâd ask if he wants to study again soon. Exchanging both numbers and socials, you two started talking more often. From studying after class to quick coffee runs before showing up, he started to become a regular part of your schedule.
Alpha Nu and the sorority next to it are gonna be hosting a party, if I pass my next quiz, you have to show up, deal?
You getting a passing grade would be a miracle considering how slow you are. But Iâll bite. Itâs a deal.
Sukuna saw all of this. You knew he did. Because after every study session, there was something new at your door. Flowers, snacks, trinkets, plushies, and more all found their way to your apartment. All of them with a note claiming to be for âhis pretty girlâ.
Eventually, sheâd had enough. She confronted you one night about it all.
âDid you two get back together or what?â
âNo⌠We didnât get back together.â
âSo whatâs all this then?? You tell him to leave you alone and this is the loophole he found? And donât even get me started on the new boy coming around.â
She scoffs when she catches you rolling your eyes, âDonât give me that. What happened to everything we worked on this summer?? You were so depressed when you found out what heâd said and we spent all that time and effort to getting over it. Now, look at you. And donât say youâre over all of it because there you go entertaining the situation and keeping the gifts.â
You were stunned, obviously not expecting to get called out on it like this. You felt your throat go dry as you scrambled to think about what to say next. However, you genuinely had no excuses. You wanted to get back at Sukuna for what heâd done to you. The pain he carved into your heart. Yet, at the same time, you craved his attention . You wanted to go back to those nights heâd drive you out, or to sneak by to your dorm when your roommate was out. Even though it hurt, your heart held on to those moments where it really felt like you were his whole world.
âI donât know what Iâm doing.â You murmured.
âI can tell.â She whispered back. It wasnât teasing. It was just soft.
The buzzing of your phone breaks the moment. It was a screenshot of the online grade book, an 91% circled in the image.
Someoneâs got a party to attend on friday>:)
You look back up at your roommate, âI really appreciate you, ya know. I donât say it often, but really where would I be without you. I know youâre right, okay? I know what Iâm doing isnât exactly model citizen behavior, but Iâm still figuring stuff out.â
She lets out a soft sigh, âIâll always reel you in when you go too far. Besides, whatâs college without a bit of drama? Otherwise howâre you gonna remember the âgreatest years of your lifeâ?â
You both giggle at that, feeling a moment of real peace and connection.
- <3 -
âWhatâre you doing in the corner??? Itâs a fuckin party!!â
âOh!â You were startled by how suddenly he appeared at your side, âIâve never partied before at a frat, dude, I donât know half of whatâs goin on!â
âMeans youâre not tipsy yet, letâs take some shots!â
You follow him to the kitchen, looking over at the absolute mess itâd become in the last few hours. You watch carefully as he pours you a shot, using some Sprite as a chaser.
âReady? Go!â
And so it began.
That night you lost track of how many shots and drinks youâd had, but knowing itâs already much more than what youâre used to. You talk with people youâd never thought youâd ever interact with and dance in ways youâd only ever saved for being alone in your bedroom. You didnât even think youâd be here for this long, assuming that theyâd tease you about your weight enough to get you to leave early. But, everyone seemed so supportive (considering it was non-frat exclusive at least).
At some point, you got a bit tired, deciding to lean up against the wall for a moment to breathe. Thatâs when you noticed him.
Sukuna.
Eyes carefully studying the sight of you.
The hand on his cup twitching as if it didnât know what to do next.
âHeâs still just as obsessed with youâŚâ Your friend muttered as he stepped close to you, leaning against the wall with you.
âObsessed???â
âYeah. He denied it, obviously, but itâs in the way he stuck around. See, there was a point where he had like a different girl every other weekend.â
You felt yourself cringe at that, but he didnât let you think too much on it before speaking again, âBut, that stopped when he met you. I mean, the guy couldnât keep a girl for longer than two nights suddenly had a girlfriend for five almost six months?? Whatever spell you put on him worked.â
You stuttered over your words as you spoke, âThen why did he say all of thatâŚâ
He knew what you were talking about, but he just shrugged it off.
âGuess you wonât know until you find out.â
âI donât want to talk to him.â
Thereâs a long pause after that, then he shuffles a bit before saying, âGuess then youâll just never find out.â
You almost felt offended at how philosophically smart his previous statement was. Still, you continued, âWish I could just read his mind, ya know? Why does this have to be so stupid complicated??â
He shrugs, âBecause everything is stupid, or something, I dunno. Youâre smart though, you got this. I know you do.â
A gentle quiet came over you both, and soon you turned to look at each other.
Without thinking, you press your lips to his. Itâs soft, but thereâs a hint of desperation mixed in. As if doing this would help figure something out. However, he doesnât move. He doesnât kiss back, but he doesnât push you away either.
He didnât need to anyways, because before you knew it, tattooed arms grabbed at your waist and dragged you away.
âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing??â Sukuna held onto your plush hips tightly, pulling you along.
âHuh?? Hey! let me go.â You slurred.
âNo. Youâre done. Youâre coming with me.â
You resist at first, trying to fight against his grip as he brought you back to his dorm. But, youâre tired. Eventually it just made more sense to fight him on this when you werenât too busy fighting you feet to move properly first.
He had you in his grasp until you reached his room. You sat down at the edge of his bed with a huff, expecting a lecture or something from him.
To your surprise, he dropped down to a knee in front of you, helping you out of your shoes. You watched in disbelief, a bit of blush gracing your round cheeks.
âSukunaâŚâ
âYouâre staying here tonight. Youâre too tipsy to walk back, and Iâd rather be the one to watch over you. Besides, in the morning, weâre definitely talking about that little stunt you pulled in there with him. But⌠for now, letâs get you ready to sleep, baby.â
âYou shouldnât call me thatâŚâ
âI said weâll talk about it in the morning.â
For now, you focused on using whatever coordination you had left to change into the shirt he gave you to wear as pajamas. You laid down next to him. Though the bed was small, he made sure to make it comfortable. He pressed you as close as he could to him, squeezing every part of you.
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They say you should mourn the death of a relationship for half as long as the relationship lived.
So, itâs a good thing Sukuna fucked up when he did.
Did you spend the first half of the summer thinking over every last detail of the relationship? Every small interaction with him from the very start? On the phone with your roommate or ranting to your hometown friends and family?
Yeah. Of course, you did.
But did they then spend the entire second half of the summer reminding you why you never needed a two-faced frat brat to begin with?
Oh definitely.
By the time you made it back on campus, you felt refreshed. On move in day, you get your 3 close hometown friends to help you move into your new place, a campus community apartment. Though you still had roommates, working hard last year really paid off now, since youâve got a room all to yourself for once.
When you finished packing, you laid on your new bed for a moment. Looking up at the ceiling and taking a deep breath, you feel a sense of contentment flow through you.
âA new year.â You whisper to yourself. Your voice full of hope and a twinge of anxiety.
- <3 -
Crisp fall air filled your senses on your walk home from your seminar. A soft wind ran through your hair, kicking up the leaves as it ran by. You thought itâd be a perfect time to tune out the crowd of students, turning on noise canceling and finding the perfect songs.
Peaceful.
It really felt like the scene of some movie.
A bit too lost in thought, you felt yourself bump into someone.
Like from the scene of some movie, the timing couldnât have been any more comedic.
You panic for a moment, hoping with all your heart it wasnât him. The last thing you wanted was for him to see you like this. Still worried about his opinion. About how heâd see you. Finally, you took your headphones off, bracing yourself as you glanced up.
They looked down at you with a deadpanned expression. Nobody you knew. Phew.
You muttered a quick âsorryâ, before rushing past. Wanting to get back to your room as fast as possible now.
You couldnât believe just how much he still managed to affect you.
The mere thought of bumping into him made you way too anxious. You were supposed to be ready for this. Youâd worked so damn hard to not blame yourself for what happened. To not look at your stomach, thighs, hands, legs, everything, and cringe in complete disgust. To not blame every curve on your body for being the reason to his cruelty. To feel okay being you.
Itâs a bit foolish now that youâre thinking about it all again. Youâd been feeling this way about yourself all your life, and to think itâd take one summer to make it all go away.
Finally, your apartment is in sight. You happily saunter up to the door, ready to focus on work and forget about the world for a moment as you studied. Before you could enter, the door opens. An outstretched hand stops you.
Your roommate.
âYouâre not gonna fuckin believe this.â
You give her a confused look before you look past her.
There it is.
That unmistakable blonde-pink hair.
Panic spread through your bones like electricity. What the hell is he doing here? Whyâd they let him in? How long has been here? How the hell did he know where you live? Panic soon transformed into anger. Anger at what heâd done to you. His audacity to lie and trick you for so long. Before you knew it, you were storming into the apartment, heading straight to him.
You see him sitting on the couch, looking up at you. His expression doesnât give you much to work with, so you donât know what youâre about to be dealing with here.
Fine.
Guess youâll have to lead.
Fuming, you reach for his hand, pull him up and drag you into your room. Thereâs no way in hell youâre having THIS conversation in front of everyone else. Once he was inside, you quickly locked the door and dropped his hand.
âWhatâre you doing here?â You asked bitterly.
âI came to see you. You blocked me. I havenât talked to my girl all summer.â
You recoiled physically at that, taking a step back and giving him an angry (truthfully, somewhat disgusted) look.
ââYour girlâ?? Iâm not your anything.â
âYes. You are. We never officially ended things. You never said âIâm breaking up with youâ. What you did was block me with a vague âI heard what you saidâ and expect me to be with okay with it.â His voice rose with every word. Hand waving in agitation, âWeâre not over. Not by a long shot. So weâre gonna sit here and talk this over.â
âThere is nothing to talk about. Besides, itâs not like you want anything to do with this,â You gestured at your body, but held eye contact. Your voice unwavering as you continued, âYou said you werenât serious about me. That all you were doing was messing with since Iâm so âeasyâ. Do you not understand what that did to me?? I told you everything. My insecurities. My fears. All of it!! I was starting to feel⌠better about being me⌠and you ruined it.â
You didnât know when the tears started fall, but other way there wasnât any stopping now. He stepped forward quietly, making every movement delicate enough to not scare you. He took advantage of the fact you were wiping the tears away to gently place his hands on your hips. Once you realized what heâd done, you push him back.
âI already hated my body before you. I let you fool me into thinking a girl like me had any chance at feeling loved. You made everything worse. Please, just leave. I donât want to see you.â
âBut I want-â
âI donât care about what you want.â
You walk towards the door, opening it for him before stepping back. He paces for a few moment, taking deep breaths. As if every word heâs ever known is dying on his tongue. Eventually, he trudges towards the door, placing a hand on the knob.
âThisâŚâ He paused to find the right words, letting out a sigh before continuing, âIâll leave. But, Iâm not done yet. Iâll be back and weâre gonna talk again.â
He shut your door with a soft click. Immediately, you hide yourself under the covers. The bed provided a needed comfort to finally let all of it out.
You felt until you couldnât feel anymore.
- <3 -
Two weeks later, you were walking out of seminar when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Stopping to look at them, you were surly to see one of the frat brothers from the night you met Sukuna.
âUhhh.. Hi.â
âHey.â
He was nervous, a bit fidgety. âCan I walk with you?â
You were skeptical, of course. You hadnât forgotten what he said, but you gave him a small nod anyways.
He followed you out of the room, messing with the strings of his bag.
âLook, I just wanted to say sorry for what Iâd said before. I was just going along with the teasing because I was new to the frat. I didnât want to be the one on the chopping block so I let them get to you instead. It wasnât okay.â
You were stunned, not expecting something so sincere from him. You couldnât help the small smile that appeared.
âThanks⌠You donât know just how much that means to me.â
âYeah, itâs not a problem.â
Thereâs a pause, but itâs not uncomfortable. Itâs soft. Gentle.
âI hate to be that guy, but⌠You seem to know what youâre doing, and I am so lost. Is there a chance that I could get some tutoring from you?â
âTrouble keeping up, huh? All that frat fume is messing with your head.â
He laughs at that, âYeah, youâre not wrong there. I probably inhale more secondhand smoke than oxygen in there.â
âWell, Iâve got time and a room. If youâre not doing anything, wanna study right now?â
He lights up, âYeah, letâs go.â
The walk never had a moment of silence. Both of you going back and forth about whatever came up. When you make it back to the dorm, you welcome him in warmly. Before closing the door, you catch him.
The pink-blonde watching. Glaring angrily, a bouquet of your favorite flowers tightening in hand as the door closed.
the frat boy sukuna series is so good!! i need groveling in part four i need him on his KNEES trying to get his girl back.
Just finished up part 4! planning on posting it in just a few minutes to be honest:)) Iâm a bit nervous with how itâs gonna be received since I took a bit of a different turn here. Trust, there will be groveling (just not in this one).
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Good morning sukuna!
hey there pretty girl
good to see ur still thinkin of međ
What a way to start the morning!
You smiled stupidly at your phone, taking some time to talk to Sukuna a bit more before getting up from bed. As the hours passed, whenever you had a second to reach for your phone, youâd reply back to him. It seems like he was doing the same as the conversation never once died down. The banger tossed in between you both so easily.
This continued on for the rest of the day.
The rest of the day turned into the rest of the week.
Each text added to the anticipation, a sensation of something more on the horizon. On one Friday night, around 9, you were complaining to him about some assignment you still had to do as you were laid down for bed.
That was until this text.
wanna meet me outside in 30?
Eyes widened and heart thumping, you sat up quickly in bed. Your roommate looked at you startled.
âDamn! You scared the shit out of me. You okay? Whatâs wrong?â
âHe wants to meet in 30 minutes.â
She sits up just as quickly as you did, already looking through your drawers to help you find something cute to wear.
âDid he say where? Ask, so we can get you cute and ready.â
You do just that, jumping out of bed to get out of your pajamas. You put on a casual outfit and lace up your shoes to get ready for the apparent late night ice cream trip with him.
You walked out to the main entrance of the dorm housing you lived in. Leaning so casually against the side is Sukana. Dressed like sin and smelling irresistible. When he spots you, he flashes you a charming smile, holding his hand out to you.
âHey, pretty,â He eyes you up and down, âSorry for calling you out so last minute, I just wanted to see you. So, you ready to go?â
You didnât respond for the first few seconds. Looking up at him in awe for a bit before muttering a quick and nervous , âOh! Itâs okay! Yeah, letâs go.â
He reaches for your hand and takes it. Guiding you to his car and opening the door, waiting for you to slide in before taking his spot in the drivers seat. When the car sped off, he placed a hand on your thigh. A comfortable silence settled for a while before he spoke again.
âKeep telling me about that assignment.â
It was soft. Sincere. You felt your heart jump at it in all the best ways. You smile softly before jumping right into conversation again. He had a strange way of making you feel comfortable.
He drove you to a drive-in ice cream spot, ordering you both a treat before parking.
âSo,â You start, curiously, âIf you had the chance to go back and change something, would you?â
âNah. Iâm a man who does what he wants. Everything I do and say has a reason. Iâm fine right where I am.â
He looks out the window as he says this, his voice is sincere but his eyes say otherwise.
âItâs okay to have regrets, you know,â you ease, âYou can be fine with where you are now, but still be upset about whatâs happened.â
He finally turned to you, giving you a small smile.
âAlright, pretty. Seems like youâre a bit deeper than I thought.â
You giggle and smack his shoulder, âDonât say it like that!â
Laughter and play fighting sparks between you both as Sukuna tries to steal from what youâve ordered.
âCmon, I thought youâd know how to share.â
âI can share, itâs just that you donât know your limits.â
ââS not my fault you make it hard to keep control.â
You roll your eyes playfully, swatting at him. He grabs your wrist to keep it still. Leaning forward to take a long, teasing lick of your treat, making sure your eyes are locked. He savors the taste for a moment before leaning in against you lips.
âYou okay there, pretty girl?â
Your breathing gets heavier, nodding quickly. His hand trails from his thigh to your stomach, keeping it rested there. You flinch, your cheeks burning with insecurity and anticipation. The nerves cause you to pull back, focusing on finishing your treat. He doesnât groan or complain, just keeping his hand on your thigh as you eat and talk.
When youâre dropped off at your dorm building, you hear him call out to you.
âSooo⌠Am I getting that kiss on our next date?â
âNext date??â
âYeah. Our next date. Gonna plan this one better. Take you out and get you all dolled up just for me. Get you those flowers you like ân everything.â
You smile sweetly, watching as his âtough guyâ demeanor softens just a bit for you.
âIâd love to go another date with you, Sukuna.â
- <3 -
You didnât think youâd be here, 5 months later, making him some cake pops as you procrastinate packing to move out for summer break. Out of every man at this school, you never thought youâd be able to call someone like Sukuna yours.
Yours to listen to.
To hold.
To love.
He helped you feel confident. Comforting you when you need it most, and supporting you in his own weird way. Every time he held you, he made sure to squeeze and adore every part of you.
So with the cake pops in hand, you knock on the side door of the frat house, walking in when one of the brothers opens it for you. The side door is connected to the kitchen, which was closed off from the main common room, giving you the perfect opportunity to sneak in and surprise him. You paused near the counter when you heard his voice mingled in with everyone elseâs. Thatâs when someone spoke up.
âSo, Sukuna, are you actually serious about her?â
He says âherâ as if it left a disgusting taste in his mouth. The other frat brothers join in. Comments about your body being tossed back and forth before his voice cuts through. There was a pause, before finallyâŚ
âAre you kidding?? Me? Serious about that? Iâm just messing with her. You guys know I can get whatever bitch I want. I just got bored and sheâs pretty easy. Clearly.â
Agreement and chuckles fill the room.
âDude thatâs so fucked up!â
âYeah, youâre definitely going to hell for this one.â
They tease and laugh.
All while your heart shatters.
You look down to the ground, tossing the cake pops youâd made for him onto the counter and leaving without a word. Not a glance. Not a misstep.
The second the doors of the frat close behind you, the tears come spilling out.
Blurry vision.
Head pounding like an angry drum.
You couldnât think straight anymore. Yet, you couldnât stop thinking either.
All ration was thrown out now. Any mature adult wouldâve waited to do this when theyâve calmed down. When they had a chance to think about everything and communicate with their partner. Not you. Not now. Not when the message had already been sent.
âI heard everything you just said. Have fun getting whatever bitch you want this summer.â
You blocked his number right after. Wiping your eyes and heading back to your dorm to finish packing.
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FratBoy!Sukuna x Chubby!Reader - Part 2
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âYou guys should have SEEN it!! I swear he was eyeing her up and down. The boy was hungry!!â
Your friend went on and on as you and your group walked to your lecture hall about the way Sukuna was looking at you that night. Her hands are waving wildly as she talks. Although itâs a bit exaggerated, it gets the message across to your group well. They all give you knowing looks and smirks. You let out a soft huff and look at her.
âItâs been 3 days already, let it go. Besides, iâm still pissed off at you.â You grumbled the last part, but they managed to catch on.
âOh cmon! I said I was sorry,â She reached for your hands and stopped in front of you. She held them tightly as she spoke, âI had a bit more to drink than I let on and all I had on my mind was cheap weed. Pleaseeee donât be angry with me. I promise Iâll make it up to you!â
You looked around for a bit to consider what to say next. As if the answer would be in the rustling of the leaves or the shuffling of other students walking by. After a moment more, you sigh and meet her eyes.
âLook, what you did wasnât cool. But, you know I hate fighting with you. So you definitely owe me, and it better be something good.â
She gives you a bright smile, letting go of your hands to keep walking ahead. Not quite catching the mischievous glint in her eyes like the rest of your group did.
- <3 -
As the week went on, you pushed the memory off him off to the side. After all, youâre a university student with a part time job. Youâve got better things than to worry about than some guy who probably still doesnât know your name.
Until one fateful Thursday afternoon where you trudged back to your dorm to find a sticky note on your desk with:
Sukuna: xxx-xxx-xxxx
hereâs what i owe u ;)
You looked at the note in shock, not sure to what to do with it. Your roommate, who had been studying on her bed, shuts her laptop and looks at you.
âAlright, the mood shifted. Whatâs up?â
You couldnât answer her. At least not in that moment. To be honest, you didnât know the answer yet. All that escaped was a soft sigh. The room settled into a comfortable silence. The kind where it seemed the walls were listening, and every breath was being counted. The shuffling of your roommateâs sheets was followed by her moving to her desk chair, dragging it so she could seat right by your side. Right by your side. Where she always is.
You look up at her, seeing a soft a comforting smile. She signals for you to talk whenever you feel comfortable. So thatâs what you do. Just talk.
âItâs just- I donât know. Maybe he was into me, or maybe he was under the influence of whatever it was he had that night. Do I think heâs attractive?? Abso-fucking-lutely. And you know that means something because I cannot stand the frat boys. But what if thatâs all to him? What if heâs a complete idiot asshole? But I canât just judge him because heâs hot and in a frat, ya know? This is complicated⌠or maybe iâm just making it complicatedâŚâ
She lets a small laugh before saying, âLook. Iâm gonna be honest. Iâm not entirely thrilled about this whole Sukuna guy situation. He seems like a walking red flag. But, youâre smart. You know what youâre getting into, and if it all goes to shit, Iâll be there to help you out.â
âI know you will,â You take a moment to pause, searching for just the right words, âI donât wanna sound negative, but⌠what could be possibly want with me??â
Without even thinking about it, you look down at yourself. Every extra curve, every soft section. You couldnât help but grimace at the thought of him seeing you like this. You brush off whatever your roommate said next, too lost in your thoughts to hear her anyways. You started getting ready for bed instead.
How hypocritical.
You love telling others that they should feel comfortable in their body. That theyâre beautiful inside AND out. That they deserve all the praise and love that the world has to give!
But to yourself?
Youâre so cruel to yourself.
You just couldnât believe a man like him would even entertain the idea of being beside you, let alone interested.
Still, a part of you was so desperate to find out what this could be.
Thatâs why youâre here now, 10:47, phone in hand and number typed in.
Finally, you decided on something simple to start with.
Is this Sukuna?
You shut the phone off quickly. The nerves making your hand shake as you stared up at the ceiling. The lonely staring contest ended when your phone lit up again.
texting me at these hours?
wonder whatâs got you thinking abt me?
Oh right. Heâs still just some frat guy.
Oh wow. What an opener.
Watch the sass, pretty. youâve had me waiting for your message for a while now
???
ur friend gave me your number when she gave u mine.
i left the decision of texting me or not up to u.
You felt your cheeks get a bit hotter. Even through the screen you can feel his ego. You stared at the blank text box in front of you, not sure where to go with this conversation next. Luckily for you, he started typing.
think u made a bad decision yet?
You going to give me a reason to think otherwise??
yk i canât give you a straight answer
weâll just have to wait and see what thisâll be
Now your heart started beating.
Itâs clear you wonât be falling asleep anytime soon with this.
You didnât have to anyways.
Because he stayed up with you.
Text after text, joke after joke. The banter seemed to flow so easily between you too. His arrogance was matched by your attitude. Same with your nervousness and his confidence. Before you knew it, it was already 2:13.
I should at least try to fall asleep. Iâve got lectures and such :(
i get it, pretty.
text me once ur up, got it?
Yeah, of course:)
The room felt like it was spinning.
Your cheeks burned furiously as you buried yourself into the pillows and blankets.
(Recently read a fanfic that inspired me to right this little snippet! Thought the chubby girls would want some more rep. Itâs not the best, still new to writing, if itâs any good I might make more of it, but for now, here ya go! Also, be warned, thereâs some fatphobic comments made.)
FratBoy! Sukana x Chubby!Reader
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âShe was acting like such a bitch today! THEN! then she had the audacity to clock out early?? Like, girl, youâre the manager. We didnât ask you to sign up for this position, you did that to yourself.â
You giggled along as your roommate went on and on about your manager. You got lucky with the random roommate assignment and ended up meeting your best friend in the process. You looked over at the setting sun, before taking down your hair from the bun it was in. Todayâs work shift really did feel like a preview of hell. The walk back to your dorm was full of ranting about what a fucking awful shift that was.
When you guys got back, she turned to give you a mischievous grin. You donât quite catch on until she pulled out a bottle of some cheap vodka from somewhere under her bed.
âTake the edge off??â She asks you, while subtly waving the bottle up.
âYouâre gonna turn into an alcoholic, but after that fucking nightmare⌠Yeah. Besides, itâs not like Iâm doing anything tomorrow.â You quickly moved to your mini fridge and pulled out some drinks to mix the vodka with.
Inviting some friends over and DoorDashing some pizza after having changed into pajamas, you and your friends were getting ready for a chill and buzzed night.
That was until your friend squealed about her plug being nearby and needing to smoke a bit while she drinks. Something about âthe spinsâ she gets from the combination. Youâve never really smoked, but her excitement was infectious. When she started taking about going out there, you got a bit worried.
Her? Buzzed? Alone? At nearly 11 pm? Walking past the frat houses?
Absolutely not.
âWait,â You stand and grab your hoodie and shoes before your mind can make another thought, âIâm going with.â
You follow behind them to the frat her plug is committed to. The second the frat houses come into view, you tug your hoodie tighter around yourself, wanting this to be a quick transaction so you can get back to the rest your friends.
HoweverâŚ
Your friend seems to have different ideas.
The second we get closer to the frat house, the boys that were outside turn towards us. Her plug calls her close with a flick of his head.
âHey, ma, took you long enough.â He said to her.
âGuess someone slowed her downâŚâ One of the boys next to him snickered. You didnât need to look up to know he was talking about you. And yet, you glanced up anyways.
and woah.
Among the frat boys was a pink-blonde haired man. Tall, broad, and tatted leaning against the fratâs wall. So very clearly dangerous. You couldnât help but stare at him. He was just so charming. So intriguing. So damn handsome. You couldnât stand the frat guys, but hey, admiring a good looking man doesnât mean anything!
Turned out, you were staring for a bit too long. He raised his eyebrow at you, giving you a small smirk. You immediately dropped your eyes to the floor, kicking at a small pebble. You didnât catch how his smirk got a bit wider when your chubby cheeks burned a bit brighter under the dim lighting.
When you finally looked up again, you say your friend go inside with her plug. you panicked, reaching out to try and get her attention before she disappeared behind the door.
âFuckâŚâ You muttered. Thatâs when you heard it. A deep rumbling chuckle. Damn, even his voice is as fine as he is.
âWhatâs wrong? Donât tell me youâre scared of us?â He asked.
Before you could respond, his frat brothers spoke up again, voices full of disdain.
âYeah, itâs not like weâd ever even go near you. Let alone touch you. So youâve got nothing to be worried about, chubs.â
âAll you gotta do is sit on us and weâre goners!â
They laugh loudly as you try to fight back tears, even him. Sure, youâre a bigger girl but damn⌠youâre human too. You huffed and tapped your foot impatiently, crossing your arms over your chest. Doing anything and everything from going in there and dragging your friend out so you can head back to your dorm and drink whatever this encounter was away.
You wanted to defend yourself. You really did. But you knew if you spoke up, the trembling in your voice would only make it worse. So instead, you focused on anything else.
âWeâre gonna head inside, Sukuna. You coming or you gonna finish that cig?â
âNahhh, Iâll see you inside.â
I stood off awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot.
âSome friend youâve gotâŚâ
You look up at him as he says this, clearly angry. He tosses the cigarette on to the ground nearby and puts it out.
âLeft ya out here to deal with 3 guys while sheâs inside probably sucking the guy off for cheaper weed. Major bitch.â
âDonât talk about her like that.â You bit back
âFeisty.â he murmured, looking you up and down. Eyes stopping at your thighs before murmuring a quick, âNot bad.â
âExcuse you!?â You couldnât believe his fucking audacity right now.
âWhat? Canât take a compliment?â
âThat wasnât exactly a compliment anyways.â
He smirked at you, amused by how angry you seemed.
âSo you got a name?â
âSure, just not one to give you.â
âOh come on, Iâm not that bad. Sometimes, at least.â He said with a deep chuckle, that stupid voice of his making you feel all sorts of pent up.
ââNot that badâ?? You and your little tiny dick brigade just talked about how if I sit on them-â
He put his hand up to stop you from going on before saying, âThatâs because they weigh 130 pounds soaking wet. Those are boys. Twigs.â
He pauses, his eyes staying on your thighs again, âBesides⌠wouldnât mind if I got you sitting on me. At least, not in the way they were thinking.â
You look up at him in utter disbelief. Your cheeks burned from his comment and your jaw dropped.
When your friend stepped back out, she glanced cautiously between you both before going up to you. She linked her arm with yours and hurriedly walked away from the frat. A few moments passed in silence before she asked: âSo. Why was Sukuna making âfuck meâ eyes at you?â
You glance back for a moment, catching him watching your plush figure walk off. Your friend glances too, catching the small flicker of uncertainty in your eyes. She grins, already knowing where this mess is going.
