#roomate!techno

“Where did you get that?” He asks gripping his cereal bowl so fucking hard trying not to drop it, but he felt weak all over seeing you wearing his shirt.

That stupid shirt that has ‘I’m not listening’ printed on the front, he remembers when Phil gifted it to him on his birthday saying it was perfect for him. It had been stretched around his chest and arms where Techno had bulked out throughout high school and now Uni.

“It was in my washing pile, I thought it looked familiar.” You smiled oh so sweetly, he gripped the porcelain so tight he thought it would shatter. “You don’t mind right?” You ask slipping on your slippers to go run the trash downstairs.

You blink up at him because one of his hands had curved around your arm, he looked shocked at his own actions immediately letting go. The top of his ears turning red as he mutters “at least put some shorts on underneath.” before rushing into his room.

“What was that?” You frown with confusion, quick to shake it away grab the trash and exit apartment 20. His shirt, even though it had been in the wash, reeked of him. His fucking delicious smell that you wanted to roll around in. His shirt fucking reeked of it.

You got to the room for the trash shoot- “Fuck. Fuck my life.” You huffed seeing a line of other students just waiting to shove their trash bags down the shoot.

“That’s what we get for living in a building basically known for uni students.” Alexia rolled her eyes resting her head on your shoulder as you nodded. Her messy bun making yours messier, she looked like she couldn’t be bothered to wear anything except George’s shirt and leggings.

“Who’s shirt is that?” Violet, who looked the spitting imagine of the raven haired superhero from the fucking incredibles, said. Gum being stretched with her pretty porcelain teeth. Her manicured fingers tapping away at her phone.

“Why do you care?” You raise your eyebrows looking at the green t-shirt with a smiley face she wore.

“Why are you being so touchy?” Dream laughed slinging his arm around Violet. Her face scrunching up in disgust, pushing his arm off her and cutting the line.

“Hey!” Dream pouts, “she’ll be mine.” He winks at you and Alexia before running after her.

“First of all, ew, second of all, ew.” Zan mutters, her head resting on your other shoulder. Zan’s light blue braided hair went right down to her waist, you lived for her brightly coloured fashion and her beautiful dark skin. She looked like a boss ass bitch all the time.

“Who’s shirt are you wearing?” Zan frowns trying to recall ever seeing you in something like that before but coming up short.

“Techno’s.” You mumble so quietly that you silently hope they didn’t hear you, but with the way both their heads sprung up. You know they did.

“Tec-“ You shush them both with a light hit to their stomachs.

“Drop it.”

He let you keep it, honestly he would be too shy to ask for it back if he even wanted to which he doesn’t. Seeing you in his clothing had his sweatpants tightening.

Techno flushed like a tomato seeing you wear it in the beginning of one of your streams, you knew it was risky but you were in one of your moods where the words ‘who cares’ floated around your head. He was so busy staring he almost screamed when his dorm mate from last year Schlatt called him and freaked out on the phone.

“Bro isn’t that your shirt! I fucking swear you have one just like it!” He shouted, Techno just knows if he lived in cartoon world the phone would be vibrating in his hand at how loud Schlatt was talking.

“They make more than one shirt J.” Techno tried his best to show he was rolling his eyes through his voice.

“But it has the same paint stain from when we painted George’s moms house in tenth grade-“

“It’s just a coincidence man, why are you watching this anyway didn’t Stacy bust you for watching shit like this?” Techno puts Schlatt on speaker and pulls off his shirt checking out his muscle progress in the mirror before pulling a new one on.

“Stacy smacy! I can do whatever I want!” Schlatt grumbles at the sound of his on again off again girlfriend who he’s actually pussywhipped for “Fuck, I’m going to the gym!” The beep beep beep of Schlatt hanging up sounded in the room, letting the sound of your gorgeous moans ring in Techno’s ears.

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You had thought about it, all through your business lecture. Techno. He was sweet, maybe a little too sweet for you but sweet nonetheless and definitely a gentleman. Besides the times he spies on you.

He was kinda perfect and you didn’t know if you should have that in your life. Have someone so perfect that it makes you look at your darkened and flawed self and want to change it. Because you didn’t wanna change yourself but you didn’t know if you’d be able to keep that up with him around.

You also didn’t know that Techno didn’t want you to change either, he liked, sorta loved who you were.

You weren’t paying attention to anything your professor said, too entranced in the smell of Techno’s shirt that hugged your body. It still had that musky, spiced apple and sandalwood stench. You pulled the collar up to your nose inhaling while you slouched in your seat.

It had your mind spinning, just his smell, imagine what it would do to you if he was inside y-

“Well?” Oh shit. Oh fuck. Was he talking to you? Yup. Your professor was looking at you raising a shaped eyebrow. He acts like he’s never gone to a salon in his life, but everyone knows he gets his eyebrows threaded. He’s been hard on you ever since you saw him coming out of your nail salon with a manicure. Nothing you couldn’t handle you thought sitting up and linking your fingers together.

“Sorry I didn’t hear your sir. But may I say you’re practically glowing today.” You faked a smiled at him watching his spray tanned face drop just like he dropped his question.

Alexia had giggled and shook her head in disbelief when you told her. “How you get away with half the shit you do I don’t even know.” Neither did you. For sure you had some guardian angel looking out for you like all those times you’d gotten into fights in high school and you weren’t blamed, even when it was your fault.

“I’m starving.” Zan giggles pushing through yours and Alexia’s linked arm and dragging you to the cafeteria with her, Alexia not far behind.

“I don’t know what I want.” She thinks aloud, her eyes scanning all the food on display.

“I do.” You and Zan say at the same time. Zan of course meant the Mac and cheese special that she’d been waiting for all week. You however had your eyes on an engineering major that was getting his protein before his afternoon workout. Your teeth tugging at your bottom lip as images flashed in your dirty mind.

Maybe you help spot him while he’s lifting weights. Maybe your being pushed against the nearest wall or mirror..or window.

“Come on.” Zan drags you to the food scooping a greedy amount of m and c practically drooling like you had suddenly noticed Techno was over you.

“See something you like?” Techno’s eyes snap to yours, he wants to say yes. His favourite fucking past time was staring at you, he needs to say yes. God he does but the shyness twists his tongue and he blinks away feeling like a fool.

He didn’t expect what you did next; your hand gripped his jaw, you turn his head to face you, “I said. See something you like?” Another thing he admired about you, the confidence you imbued. He nodded, not being able to let out the words he wanted to say. In his head this whole scenario went differently.

“See something you like?” You’d say looking up at him from where you stood in the cafeteria line. He’d grin pulling your body to his by your waist.

“How could I not? A sexy vixen like you. So pretty, so perfect. I’d ravish your body, the way you do on those streams of yours.” Your eyes would widen in shock saying ‘how did he know!’

“I know everything pretty one.”

And maybe it would have happened like that, but it didn’t. Instead he nodded and you nodded before picking up your food and leaving. Once more he cursed himself for letting you walk away from him, although he didn’t mind the view.

“You suck at flirting.” The pop of Violet’s bubble makes his mood sour more than it already had.

“And?” His lips tighten together harshly.

“And nothing, just you suck at it.” She shrugs popping another piece of gum into her mouth and sauntering away her heels clipping and clopping on the floor.

“Bitch.” He scoffs sitting down at a table with Dream. He tries to ignore George and Alexia a table over. She’s on his lap trapped between him and the table, the smile on her face is sickening to him. His mind is twisting and turning, playing that nasty trick on him. The one where if he can’t be happy no one else can.

He doesn’t wanna go there but that’s where he’s heading the longer his eyes stay on the happy couple. George kissing Alexia softly, slowly. Almost cautiously. The way Techno wants to kiss you and maybe the way he doesn’t.

“Bro stop staring, it’s getting weird.” Dream laughs shoving basically half his sandwich in his mouth. Techno grimaced at the sight.

“Try not to swallow each other.” You giggled and Techno’s grimace turned into a full on smile a laugh of his own bubbling in his chest as he watches you throw a french fry at Alexia and George.

“Shut it!” Alexia growls throwing it back. Your eyes lock on to his while your mid smile, you look so fucking beautiful. You always do. Techno so entranced by you he hadn’t noticed someone else staring too.

He hadn’t even sat down yet, he was walking to the table when he noticed it. The old white paint stain against the tan coloured material. That stupid fucking slogan that suited his friend perfectly. He dropped his tray, the sound slicing through the chitter and chatter of the cafeteria. Soon enough everyone was looking his way while he stared you down.

Techno swears his heart stops now noticing it too, your shirt, his shirt on your body it swallows your figure but he can’t think about how your size difference has his jeans tightening. He can’t help that every aspect of him is big. Another thing he can’t think about. The silence is deafening, it hurts his ears. The engineering major turns to look at his friend who still hasn’t taken his eyes off of that damn shirt.

Stacy takes a drag of her vape, raises a laminated eyebrow, purses her glossy lips, smoke coming out as she talks, “You like him.”

“Bitch, you better be joking.” You look at her like she grew a second AND third head but of course she saw right through you as did Schlatt.

“She’s not.” Schlatt laughs looking at your perfected ‘stfu’ face.

“She’s not what?” Violet blows a bubble pushing her long straight hair over her shoulder before it pops and she starts chewing again.

“This is boring enough as it is, can you not make it insufferable too?” You shake your head turning on your phone to find a bunch of tweets about last nights stream. Biting your lips to stop the giggle from escaping.

“What are you so happy about?” Stacy glances at you.

“What? I can’t just be happy?“ you weren’t expecting it, genuinely, but all of them said no at the same time. “Damn.” You cringe.

Rowdy, loud guys started lining up behind you and you knew exactly who they were from the sound of their voices. Techno and his friends, Schlatt stepping away from Stacy to join them much to her annoyance.

“Why do we all decide to do laundry on the effing same day?” Alexia asks not wanting an actual answer, her hand locked in with George’s.

“Cause we’re all dumb.” Violet purses her red lips not looking up from her phone as usual.

“Speak for yourself.” Zan struts her way passed the guys, plonking her basket down with yours and Stacy’s.

“How was your lecture?” You asked linking arms with her as she rambled on about thermal nuclear astrophysics. None of which you understood, but liked to hear about.

“How was yours?” She asked about twenty minutes later, you had zoned out. Not thinking about your business lecture but reading more tweets about your stream. To be honest you were trying your best not to listen to Techno’s deep voice. It was kind of addictive.

“Okay unless you’re texting me the answer, you’re rude.” She quips laughing when you poke her in the stomach finally telling her about your lecture. Techno was listening to every word you were saying, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around your waist and hold you to his chest, maybe kiss your neck a little.

Finally it was your turn to do your laundry, so focused on putting in the correct amount of detergent that you didn’t spot Techno staring at you from across the room.

“You got it bad huh?” George smirked, chucking his clothes in a washer carelessly ignoring the tut of his girlfriend who pushed him out the way to separate his darks.

“I, no she, like, nah we’re just friendly. Live together yanno.” Techno rubs his neck awkwardly, looking over to see the couple look at eachother then him with almost pain across their faces.

“Well that was excruciating to watch.” Alexia giggled turning on George’s laundry, kissing his cheek and heading over to Zan and you.

“H-How did you..” Techno trials off not wanting to offend his friend.

“Get a girl like her?” George chuckles, it was a frequent question. Alexia just didn’t seem the type of girl that would date a so called ‘nerd’ but no one saw the sweet venerable side to her that he did. “Honestly, I don’t even know.” He smiles, eyes filled with adoration as he looks at his girl. “Sorry bro.” George pats Technos back.

Techno nodded glancing at you to find you already looking at him. He felt his heart start beating faster, his palms started to sweat. He felt like he was gunna be sick when you strutted over to him.

“Wanna go for a walk?”

And you do. You walk around your favourite park, talk about random shit. Practically nothing, but to Techno it’s everything and more.

“Why is everyone, like, so dramatic?” You whined slumping down on the sofa, your head laying against Techno’s thigh.

“What’s happened?” He grunts, he wishes it’s second nature when he lazily runs his fingers through your hair. You hadn’t gone in today due to a record breaking migraine that you wanted to fuck the fuck off.

“I miss one lecture and my phone blows up.” Your eyes close and you let out a frustrated sigh almost begging for 10pm to hurry up so you can release all your tension. To be honest you haven’t gotten yourself off alone in a very long time, maybe you won’t stream tonight?

“You have a lot of friends, and a lot of group chats.” Techno breathes out watching you check over your nails.

Techno didn’t really like a lot, didn’t like long or fake nails, didn’t like bitchy attitude, didn’t like girls who spent hours on what to wear, didn’t like superficial shit, but you. It didn’t matter what you did, if you had all those things or you didn’t. He liked you either way. To him you were perfect.

His complete fantasy.

“Having friends is annoying sometimes.” You whined once more turning your head to hide your face in his hip. That brought a smile to Techno’s face, quickly disappearing when you look up at him. “Wanna watch a movie?” You ask wiggling your eyebrows.

Techno glances at the clock to see that it’s ten passed nine. Shouldn’t you be getting ready to stream? It’s a Friday after all.

“Unless you have other plans?” You pout slightly, maybe it was unintentional Techno never knows but that pout has him swallowing a lump in his throat.

“No!” He clears his throat bringing his voice back to a regular volume, “Let’s watch a movie.” He smiles sweetly, “you pick I’ll make the popcorn.” He declares getting up to do just that while you make your way to your room to pick a movie.

The popcorn bag spins around the microwave yet Techno’s more focused on the tweet that came out from your streamer account. ‘Evening sweet things, no stream tonight. I’m sorry to all those who were waiting on it, but I’ll be back tomorrow night same time. Kisses.’

Techno full on grins at the tweet. A love sick grin that would have the cringiest person ever cringing. His face turning pink with blush as he stares at his phone. You were ditching your stream, which you’d never done before, to spend time with him.

“-you gunna do it or keep staring at your phone?“ he blinks at you realising he hadn’t heard the first part of your sentence but when you glance towards the microwave, he practically jumps to get the popcorn out and into a bowl. His little quirk had you giggling to yourself.

Techno never thought he would find himself here, never in a million years. An hour into the movie and your asleep in his big arms. He can’t help the slight possessiveness that seeps into his heart when you mewl and snuggle close into his chest.

He also can’t help how absolutely fuming he was when his phone rang waking you up and ruining the moment. But funnily enough all you do is stare at Techno, and when he goes to reach for his phone your hand finds itself upon his arm.

Your quivering body is done for, so spent you don’t think you could ever feel this good again. You’re too tired, your eyes already closing in exhaustion to hear the donation. To see the amount of money that had just been transferred into your account. Techno doesn’t spare it a glance either shutting the laptop, placing a kiss to your head and cuddling up with a smile on his face as he holds you.

His dark eyes glance over the black screen, letting out of puff of cigar smoke. “Phil.” His deep voice grunts, his second coming in before he took another breath of smoke. “Pull the car around, we’re going for a drive.”

Months, months he’d been watching you fuck yourself silly on that little stream of yours and he was fine with that, honestly it made his day. But you had the audacity to let that frat boy fuck you the way he wanted to. The things he’d do to you.

He enjoys a competition, don’t misunderstand, but he knows he’ll always win.

But a frat boy? Really? Hardly competition in Technoblade’s eyes. He could bring you pleasure no guy your age could. He could shower you in jewellery, designer clothes, spa days, private islands, multiple orgasms. Anything you fucking wanted, as long as you were his. And you would be….right?

Surely you wouldn’t turn him down for some young frat boy who couldn’t even stay hard long enough to fuck you to sleep. He scoffs at the thought. Phil’s eyes flickering to the rear view mirror watching the Mafia Boss shake his head in disapproval.

Bijuteria mea, you won’t deny me. I know you won’t.

You shiver blinking yourself awake feeling the warm arms of Techno wrapped around you. It brings a sleepy smile to your face. One that falls when you notice the time, you’re late for your morning lecture. Getting dressed and ready in a rush, only a messy bun and a quick flick of mascara to make you look presentable for your bitch of a teacher.

Run you shout at yourself as you peg it through the halls of your apartment building and onto the street. Your oversized black letterman jacket falling off of one shoulder as you stop to tie the laces on one of you doc martins.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking late. Fuck my life.” You curse picking up your bag and getting ready to leg it two blocks only to run into a hard wall of muscle.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You splutter out quickly.

“No need to apologise Bijuteria mea. A pretty little thing like you could never hurt me.” His smile was intoxicating just like his scent. A manly mix of cologne and something spiced. It made your head swirl. And older man, maybe a few years younger than your dad. But fuck he’s gorgeous.

“Weren’t you late for something? I don’t mind if you want to keep staring at me all day though.”

That has you remembering and blushing hard. “Right. Sorry again!” You run as fast as you can missing the bus by a split second that has you wanting to throw a childish tantrum. But he stops you.