YOU STOOD WITH SUNGLASSES ON AS YOU WERE WAITING FOR ATSUMU TO PICK YOU UP FROM THE AIRPORT. You felt annoyed at the fact that you were stuck at the airport for over forty-five minutes, hoping no one recognized you as you sipped on coffee and went through your social media pages and other websites. Particularly Gossip Girl, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes and remember the post they wrote about you. How could they say those things about you? And people were agreeing with it. Perhaps your post wasn’t as bad as that supermodel Hakkai’s post. They called him a manwhore that can’t walk straight. 

You don't understand people sometimes. Why was it that it was okay to write those things about people like them? But when you said something back, you were the bad guy? You were the one labeled as a bitch or hard to work with. It made you laugh. Being one of the most popular pop singers in the world became more stressful considering the bizarre comparison with stars like Dua Lipa and Ariana Grande. And guess who was seen as the tyrant between you three? You. 

Your phone started to ring and you saw your manager calling you, you answered it with a quickness. “I still can’t believe you decided to go to freakin’ Japan. Even though his friends hate you,” Your manager said.

“Do they hate me? If they did, they would have made him dump me,” You responded bluntly. 

“You have that much of a charm on the guy,” Your manager said.

“I wouldn’t say that, he has a charm on me also,” You said. You found yourself smiling a bit even thinking about your boyfriend. 

“Just don’t let your temper get the best of you. They don’t know the real you,” Your manager explained.

You let out a sigh, “Okay, I won’t. I mean, it’s just dinner with his friends.” 

“And dinner with your famous volleyball player's friends can be intense, especially considering his family already don’t like you.” Your manager soon adds.

“Okay in my defense, I think they’re just upset he’s been spending more time with me than them. I can’t control that,” You bluntly admitted. 

You heard your manager let out a chuckle, “Everything isn’t about you hun,” They admitted.

“Gossip Girl says otherwise. That website is spreading lies about me and because small-minded people rather read gossip, of course, they’re going to believe that page over me. Do you know how embarrassing it is having Jimmy Kimmel make a joke about who I slept with? That’s why I’m the bitch I am today. Perhaps women should be angry some more, maybe just maybe misogyny would be banished if we were a little angrier,” You ranted.

You could hear your manager let out a sigh. “Just enjoy dinner with Atsumu’s friends and please behave. I’m running out of ‘Y/N is deeply sorry’ basket ideas to give out and the label is tired of giving out hush money,” Your manager warned.

You glanced up seeing Atsumu walk toward you and you couldn’t help but let your lips curl into a smirk. “Tsumu’ here, I’ll behave.” You quickly said before hanging up.

Those were the last words you told your manager before hours later you found yourself clutching at the bathroom sink trying to consume your anger. You inhaled sharply and exhaled. You even did the counting trick your infamous actress of a mother taught you to do when your emotions were getting the best of you. You didn’t expect to meet Atsumu’s friends today, but here you were in his brother’s restaurant hiding away after a comment was made about your embarrassing interview a couple of weeks ago. 

You chewed at your tongue to spit out harsh words, but instead, you pushed yourself from the table to excuse yourself to the ladies' room. “Everything is going to be okay, just take a deep breath. You do—”

Your words were cut off by your boyfriend’s voice, “You don’t have to snap at everyone. That’s the reason you’re labeled as a bitch in the first place.” He finished. 

You looked at him as he slowly crept his way into the room being sure to make sure no one saw him. You rolled your eyes at him before going back to washing your hands for what seemed like the third time. 

“You’re okay?” Atsumu asked.

“Of course, I’m not.” 

“It was just a little joke Y/N.”

“But jokes are supposed to be funny. It wasn’t funny. I already have the world constantly trying to berate me, I don’t need your friends doing it also,” You sneered. “They don’t like me.” 

Atsumu was quiet for a second, his lips parted to speak but you interrupted him quickly. 

“And you didn’t even bother to defend me. So much of a boyfriend you are?” You snapped. 

“Maybe if you weren’t so fuckin’ stubborn and acting like a diva then they’ll like you! It was a harmless joke, which he apologized for right after. You’re just on edge because of that Gossip Girl post.” Atsumu argued. “The way you’re acting right now, clearly shows people what the blog is saying is true.” 

His words cut you like a harsh knife as you looked at him. You were so shocked at his words, that you didn’t know what to say. You could feel how intense the moment was between the two of you after the harsh words that were spread between the two of you. You never expected Atsumu to raise his voice at you, he had never done that before. You could even tell it took him by shock. Like clockwork, instead of acknowledging Atsumu’s words, you ignored them. You’ve noticed you did that a lot, completely ignored his side of an argument. Afraid to admit that you were wrong. 

Your lips pouted out as you looked at him, “Tsumu, I’m ready to go home. Can we go?” You innocently asked. You leaned up to place subtle kisses against his chiseled jawline. 

“But babe—“ His words were cut off when he felt the palm of your hand rub against his crotch. 

“Please.” Your voice oozed with manipulation, your lips placed a peck on Atsumu’s lips.

“I just think we need to cool down from the situation,” You said lowly as you stepped closer to him. 

“And we need to go home to do that?” He questioned. “You just don’t want to be around my friends.” 

“Why would I want to be?” You asked out loud. “I have nothing in common with them.” 

“They’re a part of me. I’m not saying you have to act just like them or like the same things they like. I would just appreciate it if you guys got along,” Atsumu explained calmly. 

You thought about it for a second as you met his gaze. He was giving you that same puppy dog look he gave you when he wanted something. His thick eyebrows knitted together and his lips formed the same pout that was plastered on your face. 

“Fine but first,” Your head motioned to the stall. Now it was time for you to pout again. 

“Seriously? You want to do it here, in my brother’s restaurant bathroom?” Atsumu said. 

Your teeth nibbled on your lower lip as you were backing into one of the stalls slowly. Your index finger motion for the volleyball player to follow you. “At least let me make you feel good.” You suggested. 

Atsumu’s ears perked up like a dog hearing its favorite chew toy being squeezed. His feet glided against the bathroom floor as he followed you into the stall. Your lips instantly crashed into his once the stall door was closed and locked. It was insane how much you had a charm on the guy. Although, from the bottom of your heart you knew it was wrong. There were times when you said some things and did some things to get Atsumu practically eating out your palm. Only cause you were afraid that he won’t look at you the same. That he’ll look at you the same way the people who wrote horrible things about you looked at you. 

Your hand instantly went to undo his pants. Pushing them down slightly to release Atsumu out of his boxes. You were so eager to stroke his cock, wanting to feel the feeling of Atsumu’s dick growing hard in the palm of your hand. Not wasting any time as your fingertips stroked at his pink shaded mushroom-shaped tip. Atsumu lets out a relaxed sigh as he let his body slump against the bathroom stall. You would free your hand from his cock holding it up to his mouth. “Spit.” You simply said.

“What?” The volleyball player asked confusedly. 

“Just do what I say,” You urged. “Spit.”

You heard your boyfriend sigh before he’s spitting in the palm of your hand that previously was clutching his thick member. The wet substance pooling in the palm of your hand before you guide it to his dick. Atsumu’s dick was pretty. You loved giggling about it in your friends' group chat when you were off about six mimosas after brunch. Even on days where he didn’t trim, his dick still sat pretty when he was rock hard. The feeling of his cock hardening in the palm of your hand was amazing. If you weren’t a cocky superstar, you would even admit that it was a better feeling than holding your fourth Grammy. Although, he was more of a grower than a shower. When he was growing, he would grow. It was thick enough to have your lips gasp apart when he bottomed down inside you. His tip was a nice mushroom shape that looked pleasant when it glistened with precum. And he even jokingly would tell you that he and his twin brother Osamu have an identical vein on their cocks that seem to only appear when they’re hard. 

The pornographic sound of you stroking Atsumu’s cock bounced off the walls in the bathroom. You loved teasing your boyfriend a bit, deciding to flick your wrist in a slow-motion that caused his voice to get whiny just the way you like it. Occasionally when you gave him Lil teasing handjobs, he’ll even place those large hands over yours to help you guide his cock at a pace he wanted. When he did that, your panties instantly grew soaked at the action. But right now, you wanted to take it at the pace you wanted. 

“Y/N,” Atsumu whined as his hips bucked upward into your palm. 

Hearing your name from his mouth made your heart beat faster before you flickered your wrist up and down his cock at the pace he liked. You watched as his face grew as red as the Chanel purse you carried today. He was a whining mess right in front of you and you were loving every moment of it. 

Despite the gossip articles about how you didn’t care for Atsumu. That you were only dating him for popularity. No one knew that you could read the volleyball player like a book. You knew him, you knew his mind, and of course, you knew his body. You knew that the lower part of his abdomen always quivered when he was about to cum. His hips always buck recklessly just so he can shoot thick strings of cum either inside you or on you. The heat of the moment in the small bathroom stall was so intense, that you could see Atsumu’s eyes water with tears of pleasure as he let out a breathy moan. His head fell back to be met with the stall walls. “Y/N, fuck—“ his words were interrupted by the sound of the women’s bathroom door being pushed open.

Your free hand instantly clasped over Atsumu’s mouth, shushing the moans that he wanted to spit out. The two of you could hear two women chattering in the bathroom, most likely touching up their makeup. Your wrist flickered up and down in a slow-motion that caused Atsumu’s chest to cave inward. He was trying to control his breathing so he wouldn’t cum just yet.

“Go ahead and cum, I don’t care.” You whispered as you were pooling up all the saliva in your mouth. “You’re so close to cumming baby and I would hate to leave you like this.” 

You would give your boyfriend a flirtatious wink as you would then let your spit out your mouth to drop on Atsumu’s cock. The wetness hitting his cock and your hand to add more lubrication to it. You continued to work Atsumu’s cock, hand gliding up and down in a quick motion as he squirmed in your touch. 

“Did you see Y/N at that table? I can’t believe that guy is with her. The tabloids say she’s a horrible person.” You heard one of the women say.

Your ears grew hot hearing your name fall off their tongue, but you didn’t stop jerking Atsumu off. Especially given that his eyebrows were curled together and his face was growing red indicating that he was about to cum. 

“You should give your number to one of his friends so they can give it to him. I’m giving maybe a month or a week before they break up.” The other woman said, letting out a giggle.

You felt Atsumu’s body tense up and your thumb instantly placed on the one hole that was stopping the thick creamy substance from oozing out his cock. His eyes grew big at the move you made, you never denied him of his orgasm. Not like this.

“I want to hear what she says,” You whispered, your head motioning to the woman behind the closed stall door.

“Hmmm, I would look better on his arm than her.” The woman laughed. “We should do that, let’s go.” 

Just in time, you let go of Atsumu’s cock and your hand freed itself from covering his mouth. Atsumu let out a loud groan of pleasure as his hips bucked into your hand letting his cum shoot out effortlessly. You could hear scandalous gasps behind the stall before you’re unclenching yourself from Atsumu’s cock and coming out the stall.

Your head held high as you pushed in between the two now silent women to wash Atsumu’s cum off your hands. You didn’t say a word as you dried your hands and soon wet a couple of paper towels. You walked over to the stall Atsumu most likely was embarrassingly sunken in, giving him the paper towels to clean himself up with before he soon was stumbling out the stall line a hormonal teenager wanting more. 

The two women's eyes grew big as they scattered to leave the room, one instantly going to text on her phone. Your lips curled into a smirk as you turned to look at Atsumu, your lips curling into a smile.

“Can we go home now Tsumu?” You once again asked as you stepped forward to fix the pants he was wearing. He had forgotten to zip his zipper and while doing the small task, you were sure to let your fingertips graze over his crotch. 

“Sure, just let me go say bye to the guys first. You can just wait in the car,” Atsumu stuttered out. His face is shaded with a bright red color before he’s leaning in to place a peck on your lips.

You would give him your infamous smile before twirling around to leave the bathroom with him. You always will have Atsumu wrapped around your fingers, no matter what Gossip Girl said, his friends, your friends, anyone. Just as you made your way to the exit, you knew everyone was glancing at their phone at the sudden Gossip Girl post.

SPOTTED — Our favorite pop singer Y/N still has her boy toy wrapped around her fingers. Too bad Atsumu friends, she’s here to stay.

XOXO, Gossip Girl 

YOU COULD HEAR THE LOW PIANO TUNE OF NEW BALANCE BY JHENE AIKO HUM OUT OF THE CAR SPEAKERS. The moon shined down on the Tesla Model X as your eyes watched buildings go by. The car ride was silent like always when you found yourself sitting gracefully in your (somewhat) boyfriend Armin Arlert's passenger seat of one of his expensive cars. The relationship between the two was something. Filled with harsh words and horrible press tabloids. However, you two always found your way toward each other.

You wanted to curse yourself for falling for such a man like Armin Arlert. He could have any woman fooled with his dreamy hazel eyes and his blonde Ken doll hair. Or the way his words came out so smooth like silk, you wouldn't even know he was flirting with you until you're gasping for more as his hips buck forward in the most popular club in Paradis nightclub bathroom. You wouldn't even know that the tabloids explaining how much of a playboy number 30 on the Paradis Pythons aka Eren Yeager, was a complete lie. It was Armin who was the playboy.

He just was very good at hiding it.

It was a bit frustrating being the girlfriend of Armin Alert. You felt like you had to deal with so much. You had to deal with reading the gossip tabloids about him. That one ESPN journalist who just couldn't keep it professional. The private messages on his social media page. It was extremely overwhelming, but you still were by his side (he wouldn't let you go for some reason). The industry push out story after story about your relationship, but you felt like they were just outsiders looking in. It was completely complicated despite Armin's playboyish ways.

The arguments were becoming frequent. Staying out late on Armin's behalf became a daily thing. But here you were looking pretty as ever in his custom Tesla, giving him the silent treatment despite the huge victory tonight with his team. The oversized jersey that had his last name on the back hugged your body and raised just a bit with the littlest movement of your plush thighs. Your stylist thought it would be cute to wear Armin's jersey as a dress, and you took notice of your boyfriend glancing at the outfit when he left the locker room.

You glanced over at your boyfriend, taking in his features. When you found yourself staring at him like a lovesick puppy, you understood why he received so much attention. His blonde colored hair fell in his face perfectly and always stayed cut to perfection. His hazel-colored eyes illuminated so well when the moon or sun shined down on him. His right ear was also pierced, so that added even more points to his attractive radar. Gosh, you couldn't forget how attractive his whole demeanor was as a whole.

"Are you going to continue to just stare and give me the silent treatment?" Armin asked as he stopped the car at a red light. His head fell back to be met with the headrest before he's turning it to look at you. "It was just some playful flirting."

You were so mesmerized by his attractive looks, you forgot all about why the two of you were sitting in silence in the first place. You previously had watched one of his post-game interviews where he talked about his techniques during tonight's game, which led to him flirting with the cute sports journalist that was interviewing him. Just for him to exit the locker room and kiss you with the same mouth he once used to throw advances at another woman.

"It's not just playful flirting with you, Armin. It's always a deeper motive. Before I know it fuckin' Britney Lockwood for ESPN is going to be messaging you on Instagram." You scoffed at him.

You picked up your phone to prevent yourself from getting even more upset. You instantly went to open up your group chat with your friends who already made note of the interview that was rotating around every social media website you could think of. You felt so embarrassed. You could feel yourself just wanting to give up on this relationship.

"Oh, now you're going to go tell your friends our fuckin' business," Armin sneered in annoyance.

"Excuse me? The whole world knows our fuckin' business because you can't just stop being a complete manwhore!" You said out loud. "You don't see the comments of your fans egging your shitty behavior on, do you? It's fuckin' sad."

You inhaled sharply before exhaling, "Please just take me home. I don't want to stay over at your place anymore. I can't even look at you right now."

You could feel your eyes watering. You were sure you were crying due to the frustration you've been holding in when it came to the relationship or the fact that even after this argument you and Armin were still going to be together.

"Y/N, don't cry. You know I hate it when you cry." Armin said as he was driving.

You could see in the corner of your eye that he kept glancing at you and then on the road. Your hand went up to wipe any tears from falling down, refusing to even want him to see you like this. You could feel the warmth of his callous hand rub at your bare thigh. The pad of his thumb rubs small circles to soothe you. At this moment, you realize why exactly you and Armin fought a lot and then soon made up minutes later.

Being trapped at another red light, Armin's fingers inched closer up the fabric of the jersey. Your mind was telling yourself that you should stop this, don't let his sexual advances wheel you away from the initial reason why you were so upset at him. "Y/N?" Armin called out causing you to look at him.

Your tears that once decorated your cheeks were wiped away with the sleeve of the jersey you wore, but you turned to look at Armin. His eyes sparked with an apologetic look you were a little too familiar with. The pad of his thumb still rubbing comforting circles on your heated skin. His teeth grazed upon his lip before he's leaning over to place a quick peck on your lips. "It won't happen again." He uttered.

Your silence wasn't enough for Armin. He could never read you sometimes. You could say you were fine after an argument, but don't show up to his games the next day and soon put him in the doghouse for two weeks. So, your silence was extremely deadly to Armin. Perhaps, he worried that your thoughts that you didn't speak could be the reason you'll finally let him go. He feared that.

When he saw the light turn green, Armin knew that it wasn't that much further toward your apartment building. He had to act with urgency to be able to sink his teeth right back into you. Just like the million other arguments you two had. He pressed a simple button to cause his expensive car to be on autopilot. Once his hazel-colored eyes saw the car drift safely without his hands being on the steering wheel, he let one of his hands instantly climb in between your thighs.

A faint gasp erupted from your mouth when you felt the way Armin's hands rubbed you through your panties. Even though you were supposed to be upset at him, your thighs still inched apart eager for more. Your body melted into the passenger seat of the car, legging gaping open like a scandalous sex worker just to feel Armin's touch. Although, you knew he was only doing this to reassure you instead of giving you a proper apology. His little manipulative ways would always have your thoughts jumbled up and confused.

You could feel him pushing on your wet folds and the cloth of your panties sticking to them due to the growing wetness in between your thighs. You squirmed under his touch once your hands reached to stop his, "The road." You warned.

"It's okay," Armin assured as his hand removed itself from in between your thighs. Your essence staining his fingertips before he's bringing his index and middle finger up to his mouth. "I paid too much money for this car to not auto-drive like it's supposed to do."

You watched closely as he coated his fingers with his own saliva before once again taking comfort in between your thighs. Now, the royal blue-colored jersey was pushed up to your waist and your panties were pushed to the side. The crisp air that circulated around the Tesla hit your drooling cunt before that feeling was replaced with the soothing touches of Armin's fingers. His other free hand going to lean your chair back so you could get more comfortable. Which instantly, your legs spread even more just for him to have more room for his fingers to cause your toes to curl.

"Armin, the road!" You whined as your hips bucked against his touch.

You heard him let out an annoyed sigh, his free hand instantly turning the car off autopilot before it's gripping the steering wheel. You hated to admit that this moment was turning you on even more. The way one hand was grasping at the steering wheel tightly (or occasionally using his knee to steer also) while the other one was being sure to pleasure you in the most perfect way.

"You know, I care about you a lot." Armin's words were soft as you watched his fingers disappear into your cunt. He begins to move his fingers at a slow pace before speaking once again. "The groupies, the journalists, everyone. They don't matter to me." He removed his fingers that now were covered with your slick to rub at your aching clit.

Your teeth nibbled at your lower lip before your melodic moans were like music to Armin's ears. The soft touch to your clit he did to tease you before his index and middle finger disappeared once again inside you. Legs spread open in the lewdest way, and you ached for more. "More." You gasped out grinding against Armin's slender digits with desperation.

"More what, Y/N?" Armin questioned. His eyes never left the road and his fingers didn't stop thrusting inside of you. "You have such a smart mouth to argue with me, but can tell me what you want, hm?

Even through your tears of satisfaction, you couldn't help but glare at Armin. Your hips bucking like a poor little wolf in heat and your thighs quivering with each movement of Armin's fingers. "Can you add another one?"

"Please?" Armin asked. His eyes drifted away from the road for a quick second after he made a right turn.

"Please." You repeated with a pout.

Armin chuckles before he's adding another finger. His feet pressed on the brake to stop the car at the last light that was closer to your place. His fingers were pumping in and out of your cunt so face, the wet squelching sounds were overpowering the Jhene Aiko song that was playing out the speakers. His passenger seat was completely soaked due to the intense feeling of him fingering you. "Fuck." You moaned out as you could feel yourself clawing towards your orgasm.

"Go ahead and let it out, these cars behind us can wait," Armin responded.

And on command, you were a cumming mess in Armin's Tesla seat. A gush of liquid escapes out of you as you whined out Armin's name who through the horns honking behind you only rubbed your sensitive clit through the process of you squirting. You could hear the sound of cars aggressively driving by the car and honking and for a minute, you forgot that Armin stopped the car. Armin removed his digits off your clit as he could only stare at you with those dreamy hazel-colored eyes.

He had you back into the palm of his hand once again.

"Can I stay over tonight or you're still mad at me?" He asked.

You couldn't muster up a response to him, but your head simply nodded at his question.

Number 3 on the Paradis Pythons was something.