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bonjour could I please request some beefy professor Steve Roger’s smut? 🫶🤤

Jealous Professor » Steve Rogers (AU)

Pairings: College Professor!Steve Rogers x College Student!Female Reader

Summary: Steve gets jealous when he sees you get a little too friendly with another professor.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, age gap (reader is in her early 20s), dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, size kink, spanking, degrading, name calling (slut), pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

Steve watched you from the doorway of his office, leaning against the door frame. You were talking to your Literature professor, Professor Barnes, about the homework. To Steve, it looked like you were flirting with his colleague. He didn’t like that and he was going to do something about it.

“Thank you, Professor Barnes! See you tomorrow!” You say, walking away.

Steve called out for you before you got any further down the hall. You turned around to see your History professor motioning you towards him.

“Yes, Professor Rogers?” You asked.

“I’d like to talk to you in my office.” Steve opens the door. “After you.” He says.

You walked in his office without questioning him. You sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. Steve closed and locked the door behind him before taking a seat at his desk.

“Is this about my test?” You asked, worried that you got a bad grade on it.

“No. You got an excellent grade on it. That’s not why I called you in here.” He says.

“Oh ok.” You replied. “Why am I here?” You asked

Steve stood up from his desk chair and walked around his desk to where you’re sitting, leaning against the edge of his desk.

“I called you in here, because I didn’t like the way you were talking to Professor Barnes.” He says.

“I wasn’t disrespecting him if that’s what you’re thinking. I was just asking him a question about the homework he assigned.” You explained.

“That’s not what I meant.” He crossed his arms over his chest, his shirt sleeves threatening to rip around his biceps. “You were getting a little too friendly with him.” He says.

“I was just being nice.” You say innocently.

“Being nice doesn’t involve flirting.” He says.

“Sir, I wasn’t flirting with him.” You answered honestly.

“Here’s the thing…” Steve pushed himself off the edge of his desk. “I’d believe you if you were acting so innocent.” He says.

“I’m not acting at all, sir. I swear.” You say in a pleading voice.

As you’re talking to him, Steve takes a moment to look at what you’re wearing. A short sleeve shirt that shows off your cleavage and a skirt that’s just long enough to cover your ass. He could tell what kind of bra you’re wearing. From what he can see, it looks like some kind of lacy design. It made him wander if you were wearing matching panties with it. He felt his cock grow hard the more he looked at your outfit.

“Stand up.” Steve orders.

You didn’t question him. You stood up and stood in front of him, waiting for further instructions. Steve watched as your hands smoothed out your skirt. He couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight of your cleavage. He pushed himself off of the edge of his desk, getting closer to you.

Without warning or hesitation, Steve kissed you sloppily. Your eyes widened in surprise, catching you off guard. You didn’t pull away or push him away. Your hands grasped onto his button up shirt, clutching the material in your hands and pulled him closer to you.

You gasped when you felt his bulge against your lower stomach. Steve took the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. He pulled away from your lips, leaving the two of you breathless. You looked in his eyes, his blue eyes now clouded with lust.

“Bend over my desk. Hands on top of it.” He instructs.

“Yes, Professor.” You replied submissively.

“Call me Steve, sweetheart.” He tells you.

“Yes, Steve.” You replied submissively again.

You bent over his desk, placing your hands on top of it like he told you to. Your ass was sticking out towards him. You looked over your shoulder at Steve to see him bunching your skirt up just above your ass so your panties were exposed to him. Just like he thought, you were wearing panties to match your bra. Lace panties to be exact. Same color and same design.

He hooked a finger in the waistband of your panties, pulling on them and letting go of it. A squeak left your lips when your waistband snapped against your skin. He then hooked his fingers in the waistband again and pulled them down, letting them pool around your ankles. Your ass and wet pussy are now exposed to him.

A small yelp left your lips when Steve smacked your ass. He then rubbed his fingers between your folds, getting them wet with your slick. He teasingly rubbed your clit in painfully slow circles. You wanted more. You backed yourself against his hand, but that earned you a smack on your ass.

“Be a good girl.” Steve says in a warning voice.

You pouted and looked over your shoulder at him. Steve slid two fingers in your pussy. A gasp fell from your lips. He moved his fingers in and out of you at a decent pace. Your mouth fell open, soft moans left your lips.

Steve’s free hand went underneath your shirt, cupping your breasts through your bra. He gave them each a squeeze before sliding his hand inside of your bra. His fingers rubbed over your nipples and pinched them. A gasp left your lips and your pussy clenched around his fingers.

His hand left your shirt and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He pulled his cock out of his boxers, stroking it a few times before taking his fingers out of your pussy, making you whine at the loss of the feeling of his fingers. That earned you another smack on your ass.

Steve took a step closer to you. He rubbed his cock against your pussy, getting it wet with your slick. You moaned when his cock bumped your clit. He then lined his cock at your entrance and slid it inside of you, inch by inch. Your mouth fell open and your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. You could feel every vein of his cock rubbing along your wet walls as he slid it inside of you.

“So big…” You say more in a gasp.

“You can take it.” Steve gave your ass a gentle pat. “I bet you’re used to taking big cocks like mine.” He says.

When he was fully inside of you, he gave you a short moment before he started thrusting. His hands held onto your hips, bring you back with each thrust. Your hands scrambled to hold onto something. You grabbed onto the edge of the desk, digging your nails in the wood.

Steve moved your hair to the side and leaned forward, the front of his body against your back. He placed kisses along your neck. His teeth nipped on your skin hard enough for hickeys.

“I bet you like this, don’t you, sweetheart?” Steve’s voice is husky. “I bet you’re loving the fact that you’re getting fucked by your professor.” He says.

“Mhmm, yes!” You answered more in a gasp.

“Was it your intention to make me jealous by talking to Professor Barnes?” He asks.

“No!” You replied in a moan. “I was- oh fuck! I was just talking to him. I swear!” You say.

Steve hummed to himself as he continued to fuck you. You were actually talking to Professor Barnes about the homework he assigned, but you were also flirting with him a little bit.

“Maybe I should call him in here.” He suggests.

You moaned at the thought of him doing exactly that.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He chuckles. “Maybe you do want him to see you getting fucked like a little slut.” He says.

You got even more turned on when he called you a slut. You shouldn’t have, but you did. It was something about the way he said it that turned you on.

Steve put a hand on your shoulder and pulled you up straight so your back was against the front of his body. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head and your mouth fell open when you could feel his cock hitting all of the right spots at this angle.

Steve pulled your shirt up above your bra covered breasts. He then took your breasts out of your bra and held them in his hands. He gave both of them a squeeze, causing you to gasp loudly. One of his hands left one of your breasts to cover your mouth to keep you quiet.

“You gotta be quiet, honey. Don’t want anyone to hear us.” Steve said in your ear. “Or maybe you want Professor Barnes to hear us. Is that it?” He asks. “His office is right next door. Maybe I should pin you against the wall so he can hear the slutty little noises you make for me.” He says, chuckling a little bit.

You whined at his words. You reached your hands up, blindly feeling for his hair. You found his hair with ease and ran your fingers through it, tugging on it. Your back arched off of his body when his cock hit your sweet spot perfectly. Your pussy clenched around his cock at the feeling.

“Right there!” You tell him, followed by a moan.

“Aww, did I find your little spot?” He asks in a cooing voice.

“Mhmm.” You hummed in response, unable to form any coherent words.

His cock hit your sweet spot again, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You bit your bottom lip, moaning soft when you felt Steve’s beard against your skin when he placed kisses along your neck. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access. You gasped when his teeth bit your skin hard enough for a hickey.

You were caught off guard when one of his hands went in between your legs and began rubbing your clit, moans leaving your lips. Your legs clamped around his hand. Steve’s free hand opened your legs by grabbing onto your thigh and spread your legs apart.

“Keep your legs open.” Steve says.

Steve wrapped his arm around your waist just below your breasts and fucked you harder. His cock hit your sweet spot perfectly almost every time. His hand that was on your thigh moved upwards to your clit and started rubbing it. Your pussy clenched around his cock at the feeling.

“I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock, sweetheart.” He says raspy in your ear.

His dirty words alone made you want to cum on the spot. You reached a hand down to his wrist and held on to it, keeping his hand there. Steve lightly chuckles in your ear and rubbed your clit faster. He moaned when your cunt clenched around his cock. That’s when your orgasm was beginning to build up.

“Professor-” A small squeak left your lips when Steve smacked your clit. “Steve!” You corrected yourself. “I’m getting close.” You tell him.

“I know you are, honey. I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock.” He says huskily.

A whine left your lips the more you felt your orgasm building up. Steve applied more pressure to your clit as he continued to rub it. Your legs began to tremble the more his fingers rubbed your clit and the faster he fucked you.

“Steve, I’m going to cum.” You whined. “Please let me cum.” You begged desperately.

“Since you’ve been such a good girl for me… go ahead, sweetheart.” He whispers in your ear, kissing just below your ear.

That sent you over the edge. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you bit your bottom lip to keep your moans quieter when you came. Steve gave your clit one last rub to help you ride out your orgasm before focusing on his own orgasm. He wasn’t too far behind you. His thrusts became sloppy the closer he got to his orgasm. He bit down on your neck to muffle his moans when he came inside of you, painting your walls with his cum.

His thrusts came to a slow stop and left his cock inside of you while the two of you stood there and caught your breath. Your legs were a little bit wobbly and Steve wrapped one of his arms around your waist, holding you against him to keep you from falling. After a moment, Steve pulled his cock out of you, making you whine at the loss of contact of his cock. He cleaned the two of you up with tissues before you guys readjusted your clothes.

As you were about to pick up your bag, Steve grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him, kissing you passionately. You moaned against his lips. You picked up your bag when he let go of you. You were met by Professor Barnes when you opened the door. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment and Bucky smirked to himself when he seen the marks Steve left on your neck.

“See you in class tomorrow, sweetheart.” Steve says to you and smacked your ass before you walked out of his office.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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boredzillenial · 9 months

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Biting

You make good on your word to Steven with some, unforeseen hiccups.

Themes: f!reader awkwardness, mention of masterbation, oral (reader receiving), biting, piv, creampie

Word count: 3.1k (don't look at me like that I got carried away)

A.N.: This part 3 of the College AU, if you haven’t already go read Part 1 and Part 2!

How you're going to survive the next few hours, you aren’t quite sure. With that eager look in Steven’s eyes you take a step back. “Tonight, let me get my roomie out for the night and I’ll text you, okay?”

“How long.” His quiet desperation sends your heart pounding faster.

“Just a bit.” You glance at your phone. “We’ve still got like 3 hours of work left.” You make your way around him with your half empty cart, blood rushing in your ears. “Just, try to finish that and it’ll be over before you know it.”

He nods, “Yeah, I can try.” his voice a bit shaky as he heads in the opposite direction.

The time passes like molasses, with every step you can feel the absolute mess sitting in your panties. The sensation making it nearly impossible to focus. You have to deal with this soon.

Finally you empty your cart and head to the elevator, glancing around with no sign of Steven. One last glance and you head down, puzzled when you make it to the storage room and still don’t see him. You shrug it off and head to the staff toilet.

With the door shut and the light leaking from the crack at the bottom you roll your eyes and wait. A few too many minutes pass when curiosity gets the better of you. As you lean in you can here something but you aren’t quite sure, then a choked whimper echoes behind the door, “Shit… ah fuckkk.” The panting behind the door worsening your current status of your underwear. “Bollocks - my sweater.”

Rustling behind the door sends you panicking. You take a few steps back, hiding behind a shelf and peeking through the books as you wait for Steven to come out.

Finally he exits, furiously rubbing a wet paper towel on his sweater. The flush of pink from his release still bright across his face. He looks around cautiously, tosses the paper towel in the trash and hastily grabs the next cart full of books.

Once he's out of sight you slip into the bathroom and quickly lock the door behind you. All at once the smell of soap and cum smacks into your senses. You try as fast as you can to clean yourself up, stuffing toilet paper in your underwear before heading back out. By the time you exit your senses are swimming while you grab the next cart and check the time. Just a little while longer…

That little while flies by when Donna’s hard stare bores into you, “There’s still all that left what's a matter with you?!” She scolds.

“Sorry sorry,” you duck and make your way up to the second floor. Depositing the books in their proper place as quickly as you can. A sudden buzz in your pocket makes you nearly jump out of your skin.

Payment Received from Jake

You roll your eyes then get a text, from Steven.

was gonna wait for you but Donna keeps giving me a stink eye. Txt me when I can come over yeah?

You quickly send your reply to Steven and fill the shelves faster than you thought possible. Grabbing your jacket you hastily shoot another text, this time to your roomie to find someplace else to hang out for a couple hours. You bolt across campus and just as your running into the lobby of the dormitory you see her laying across the couch, head in the lap of a girl. Probably the one from last night, “Hell yeah go get it!” You hear her cheer you on as you bolt to the elevator.

One you make your way into your room you hastily clean, opting to kick the remaining loose clothing under your bed. You turn to clean off your cluttered desk till you spot a rumpled t-shirt on your chair, Steven’s shirt. A cheeky thought enters your mind as you change into it, the hem barely long enough to cover your bare pussy and most of your ass.

You walk over to the full length mirror hanging next to the door to admire yourself, adjusting the shirt and staring at your bare legs. “You’ve got this, he’s the virgin, you know what you’re doing.” You try to talk yourself up, it comes out more like you’re trying to convince yourself.

Just as you’re about to continue you hear an urgent knock at the door. “What the fuck-“ you whisper, peeking through the peep hole, “Marc, what are you doing?”

He jumps slightly, “Jake told me what happened, I just wanted to say sorry - for that.”

“I’ve already been paid off but thanks for the apology, you can go now!” Trying to keep the annoyance from your voice proves difficult as you turn to continue your hasty clean up.

“Can we talk? I’d like to apologize face to face, I feel like an idiot for how I reacted when we saw you in Steven’s bed.” He pushes the doorknob and the door opens a crack.

“Hey! Privacy!” You shriek as you lean against the door, glaring at the glimpse of him in the mirror. His eyes go wide, in this position bracing against the door the shirt did absolutely nothing to cover your rear.

“Fuck sorry!” He squeezes his eyes shut and stumbles back, the door slams sending you nearly sprawling on the floor.

You hear his panicked footsteps fade down the hall. Jesus Christ these brothers are gonna be the end of you. You try to shake off that in the span of a day - you’ve caught Jake fucking in the library, Marc just saw your entire naked ass, and you were about to take Steven’s virginity.

Anxiety began to claw its way up your throat. “It’s too much, this is too much I - Fuck he’s gonna hate me I, I just can’t do this tonight.” You go to text Steven when a softer knock sounds at the door. You peek and lo-and-behold it’s him. You crack the door open a tad “Hey I was just about to text you-“ your excuse is cut short as he pushes his way inside, grasping your face in his hands and kissing you in that same hungry way from earlier. Okay maybe you could do this.

“Hang on.” You say breathlessly as you shut and lock the door.

Steven uses the moment to rake his eyes over you, “Is that my shirt again?” He smiles softly “I think you’ll really like Avatar Kyoshi.”

“Who?” You look down at the front of the shirt, taking in the woman on the front with her painted face and battle pose.

“Nevermind, I’ll show you later.” He grins as he eagerly pulls his sweater up and over his head. Muscle and smooth skin with a whisper of a soft tummy sends your heart pounding.

“Steven I-“ he undoes his belt, the sound of his pants and boxers hitting the linoleum are the only sound in the room as you bite your lip. Fucksake why is it the quiet ones that are always packing. His cock looks hard as stone as he stands infront of you, a drop of precum already at the tip.

“Sorry I don’t know how any of this really works. You can just, tell me what to do yeah?” He looks like he’s nearly shivering with anticipation, or maybe from holding himself back.

You can feel slickness gathering as you take a long look at him. His gaze glued to your exposed legs as you take him by the hand and lead him to sit on the edge of your bed.

“I’m gonna start with kissing and touching you, then when you’re ready we can move on to more.” You say softly, his hands glide across your thighs, then toy with the hem of the shirt. “I’m on birth control, and I’ve been tested recently. So to make it special we can go without a condom if you’re comfortable.”

His eyes light up as he looks up at you. “You sure?” You bite your lip a moment and nod, eliciting a groan from him. His hands glide, touching your soft mound. His breath catches as he slides his hand further still to the slickness gathering there.

He gulps, “I, I need to know. Is anything off limits? Like any parts of your body or, or anything specific?” His voice his nearly shaking.

“Huh? Uh I guess not - OH!” He lunges forward, your sentence ends with a gasp as he buries his face between your legs. Kneeling on the tile he laps and sucks at your folds. You dig your fingers into his curls, “Fuck Steven that’s - ah fuck that’s good.”

His tongue is hungry and searching, not getting much further than your clit as he presses his face into you. “Get on the bed.” He breathes against your center as he adjusts, managing to send you stumbling onto the bed with a giggle.

Once on your back, ass at the edge of the bed he spreads your legs wide. His breath catching as he looks you over, you can feel heat rising up your throat and face as he gazes. Then, slowly you feel the light press of his fingers through your folds.

You bite back a groan as he continues to explore, gliding and barely pressing into you. You look down to see him eagerly staring up at you. “I wanna make you feel good. Tell me how love.”

“Steven tonight is supposed to be about you.” You chuckle “Do what you wan- shit.” yet again he interrupts you with his tongue as he dives into your channel. He drags his tongue out, swirling up to your clit then back down into you. It’s like he can’t decide which he’d rather do.

He shifts, putting your legs over his shoulders as he presses his tongue deeper into you. Your legs are already quivering as he continues to tongue-fuck you. “S-Steven you don’t have to -” You pant.

He pulls away a moment. “I want to. Gods I want it all.” He adjusts his focus to lapping at your clit. Your senses are swimming as you feel his hands knead at your thighs and ass. You weren’t sure whether this was the wettest you’d ever been because of your own juices or if he was drooling. Whatever the combination, it was dripping down your ass onto the floor.

His tongue swirls and works over your core till you’re writhing. At one point you’re nearly jumping from the pressure on your bundle of nerves. Your fingers twist into his curls, grabbing a handful and slowing his pace till your thighs clamp around his head. His whimpers and groans humming against your core send you crashing over the edge.

Your body goes slack and his hands shift, spreading you wide. He pulls away to look at you again, his lips and chin glistening. “What about,” his thumb presses against your tight rim, managing to slip in to his first knuckle from the slickness gathered there.

Your eyes shoot open as you jolt away. “Woah!” You gasp. “One thing at a time.” You laugh breathlessly.

He pulls back, looking momentarily defeated. “Some other time?”

“Yeah,” you nod, shifting to kneel on the bed. “Lay down.” You pat the pillow and pull his hand forward. He climbs on and lays down. “Well since you’ve tossed my plan out the window,” you chuckle “Do you want to feel my mouth or me.” You slide your hand down to your mound and swirl your fingers around your clit.

“Can I feel you? Please I- I don’t think I can wait much longer.” His beg comes out wrecked. "I want this off," he breathes as he pull his shirt off you in one swift tug.

You grin, straddling across his lap and settling. You begin to roll your hips, gliding the slickness across his shaft and gods the heat of him against you was driving you mad. You reach down and point him upward, slowly sinking onto the tip. You shiver at sensation and continue, he stretches your soaking channel deliciously.

A choked whimper echos in the dorm room as his hips buck up. “Feels so good,” he grabs your hips, pushing himself to the hilt. You try to lift off, the stretch all at once overwhelming your senses. “Stay oh gods please stay.” He pleads loudly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tight against him.

“Steven,” you pant “Steven it’s too much,” the slight burn fades to pleasure as he pulls out, only to thrust deeply again.

“ ‘s not enough. I’m sorry it’s, it's not enough.” His broken pleas shoot lighting to your core as he sets a frantic, uneven pace. “Oh gods thank you, I’m sorry, thank you.”

You hear banging on the wall beside you, “Shhh. Fuckkk - we’ve gotta b-be quieter.”

His unrelenting broken pleas continue, thank you, I’m sorry, thank you. You hear more banging on the wall and in a moment of panic you lean back, pulling him up with you to bury his face between your breasts and stifle his resounding pleas.

The moment his nose bumps against your chest he turns, biting the side of your breast and whimpering against your skin. You hiss against the sting and look down. His mess of curls have fallen across his forehead and his brows furrow as the blush of pleasure spreads across his cheeks.

You tug on his curls to get him to release, his eyes half lidded as they look up at you. They then lower to look at the mark he made and you could feel him pulse inside you. “S-sorry.” He stammers.

“Don’t be,” you lean forward, kissing him deeply and sliding your tongue across his lips. He pulses again and groans into your mouth. His hips struggling to roll with the way you're straddling him.

Before you realize what’s happening your back hits the mattress. He leans forward kissing and nipping at your neck. He trails across your skin until he reaches your shoulder and bites down. You cry out, body arching, the sound seems to only encourage him as he shifts to bite down on your other breast.

Steven’s hips continue their frantic pace as he bites and sucks across your neck and chest. And just when that familiar tightness winds in your core he shifts again, this time lifting your legs and pinning them higher with his arms, his thighs caging you in and pressing deeper into you.

“Fuck, feel so good. Mating press feels to good.” He groans, in this new position with your legs wide you were at the mercy of his frenzied pace.

“The, what?” You ask breathlessly.

“N-nothing nevermind.” He pants. He slows down a moment, grinding against you, you whimper at the pressure against your clit.

“S-Steven I, I’m gonna come.” Your legs shake with the oncoming sensation.

“Fuck - me too.” In the same breath your channel flutters around him. The squeeze around his length is blinding as he pumps rope after rope into you.

Steven slowly adjusts, releasing your legs for them to drape them his hips as he presses his forehead against yours. “Y-you alright?” He asks shakily, his unsteady breaths fanning across your face as his mahogany gaze searches your eyes.

A lazy smile spreads across your lips as you nod. “Better than alright.”

His eyes shift down to the marks he’s left across your skin. Then, oh so slowly, he places a soft kiss on every one of them. “Sorry, got a little carried away.” He whispers.

You reciprocate his kisses with one of your own on his cheek. “It’s alright. Really.” He peers at your face, looking for something but your not quite sure what. “Come on, let’s clean up.” You tap his side, he moves a little too quickly and winces as his oversensitive softening cock slips free.

You bite back a smile and while you wanted to help him down from his high, you were worried about him getting clingy. For the next hour or so help put him back together and give a quick cuddle before sending him back to his room. He leaves with half-lidded eyes a contented smile as he shuffles off to his room.

You toss on a large hoodie and sweats, texting your roomie the all clear. She comes bounding in with a smirk, “You gotta fill me in! I need details”

“It’s nothing I was,” you search for how to explain what just happened. “Doing a friend a favor.” You chuckle and awkwardly rub the back of your neck.

Your roomies eyes go wide as the lock onto your neck, “Help a friend?! Bitch you did not!” She squeals and pulls your collar back, revealing the bites and hickeys across your shoulder. “Wait, that guy in the hall… Did you… All this from little Stevie?!”

“It’s Steven actually,” you tug the collar from her grasp and pull your hood up. “Turns out, not little…” you can't quite bite back the grin playing at the edge of your lips.

“Oh, my, god you gotta tell me everything!” She laughs and jumps onto her bed.

“Absolutely not, I think all these say enough.” You tease.

“All what?” You jolt at the voice behind you, you whip around to see Jake standing in the open doorway.

Quickly you tug on the drawstring of your hoodie. “All nothing, and way to invite yourself into the conversation.”

Jake shrugs “You weren’t responding to my texts, and I brought a peace offering.” He smirks and pulls a bottle of tequila from his jacket.

You see your roommate’s eyes go wide. “Hell yeah come in! Close the door I don’t wanna share with the rest of the floor.” She says excitedly. “Come on girl just show him, it’s no biggie right?”

“Show me what?” He smirks.

“None of your - hey!” You protest as Jake yanks down your hood and pulls the collar wide.

A light blush tinges the tips of his ears as he takes in the marks across your skin. “Oh really, finally getting some for yourself huh?” He smirks, but there’s a hit of something else in his eyes.

“From Steven of all people!” Your roomie calls over her shoulder as she pours shots into assorted coffee mugs and hands them to you both. You do your best to kill her with a look.

Jake’s brow raises, his dark gaze boring into you as you clink your mug against his and tip back the burning liquor. “Alright spill, now.”

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