#I WANNA SMUSH HIS CHEEKS BETWEEN MY HANDS CUTIE

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Bed Bug - Part 3 of 3

Summary: Kylo rolled off the edge of the bed, somehow landing on his feet with his hard dick still hanging out of his pants. You watched with your mouth opening and closing like a trout, and he turned to you. Making a mocking crying face, complete with fingers trailing his cheeks with tears, “Oh, you poor baby! Never had to wait for something in your life, come on. Let's get you dressed for class and then we will see if you get to cum today.” 

the lizard is a bearded dragon bby

Enjoy Part 1 and Part 2 before reading! along with my College Kylo Ren Masterlist

Come over. 

Who is this? 

🐸 

Okay? 

Come over. 

Wanna cuddle. 

Kylo? 

No its someone else. 

🐸 

How’d you get my number? 

I borrowed it. 

Picking u up. B ready. 

“Who the hell invited Kylo over? He just drove onto the grass again.” 

You groaned from your bunk bed, letting your phone fall on your freshly washed face. It was Monday evening, you had things to do tomorrow… these things didn’t include getting dicked down by the frat king. 

Even though you’d thought about it, after doing the walk of shame at the Sunday meeting yesterday. All the way back to your lonely table, while he high fived everyone he could touch on the way back. Explaining how you ‘choked on his dick like a champ’ to the brothers, Kuruk gave you a look you didn’t trust when he heard it. 

Bazine and Kaydel were dead silent on the way back, and you ran upstairs to your room with your tail between your legs. 

You didn’t do anything wrong! It was justified, there was nothing more to happen- 

“Don’t make me climb up there,” Kylos voice boomed through your inner monologue. 

You peered over the edge of your top bunk, looking down towards your door frame. Filled by his beastly body, dressed in maybe his version of pajamas? It was almost past nine-maybe he had a normal bedtime on weekdays? 

His plaid lounge pants looked comical on his long legs, Bazine pushed him into your room. Your dorm mate got out of her bottom bunk, mumbling something about getting a snack. 

Kylo watched her squeeze past him, before moving directly to the edge of your bed. His head clearing over the mattress as you were wedged between the ceiling and your covers. 

“Hi,” you whispered, smushing your face into your pillow. 

“Hi cutie,” his nose scrunched as he smiled, “I came over.” 

“I see that.” 

“I thought you were gonna come to my place first,” he sighed, gripping the metal frame with his large paws. You watched his fingers flex over the wimpy casing holding you in the air, he could probably rattle it free from its hinges if you upset him. 

Rolling carefully to your side, you reached a hand out to touch his hair. Clean, extra soft like a kitty cats tummy, he pressed his forehead into your palm. Sighing again, “Think I can fit up there?” 

“Nope.” 

He shrugged, “That’s too bad.” 

You were pushed rather violently to the back wall of your bed in a rush. The bed creaking loudly as he hoisted his body over the edge, squishing himself between the ceiling and your claustrophobic form. You pressed both hands on his chest, pushing hard, “Stop! What are you doing!? Its gonna collapse.” 

“Bummer,” he wiggled his shoulders, digging into your covers like an animal. “Then you’d have to come sleep at my place… don’t want that.” 

He groaned into your pillow, “Your shampoo smells so fucking good babe…” Taking another strong whiff, “We gotta get you some of that for my place.” 

“What are you talking about?” you slumped, defeated, into the crevice between your bunk and the wall. He had cocooned himself into the top layer of your duvet, chest down on the XL-twin mattress… 

“Shush-I’m tryna sleep like you normally do,” he growled, “It’s kinda nice? Like I'm on a cloud…” his hand darted out from the mass of blankets, latching to your waist and pulling you into the depths. 

“Give me a good night kiss.” 

You rolled your eyes, wrapping yourself in the covers as best as you could. Overheating already from the furnace his body heat made in your small sanctuary. You brought your cheek to his shoulder, burrowing into his nest, “Where’s your face?” 

“Right here,” his chin jutted forward. Lips pursed for you to smack one on him, “Kiss me, then we can power nap before we go to my place.” 

“Kylo I’m not coming over,” you groaned, “I have classes in the morning…” 

“So do I but that doesn’t mean I’ll be going to them? Come on, just give me a kiss. I’m all comfy now and don’t want to have to roll on top of you for one.” 

His eyes opened up, glaring as he made smacking noises with his mouth. Repursing them over and over, what the hell, you quickly pressed your lips to his. 

Overcome with his taste for the third time in two days, your heart fluttered as he smiled into you. Breathing hard through his nose before kissing you back a few times. Humming in contentment, “Good, let’s go to sleep.” 

———— 

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP 

You groaned, a heavy weight pressed on your chest. Caging your arms to your front, you tried to wiggle your shoulders out of your blanket coffin. 

Finding it near impossible, somehow you’d managed to fold yourself under your mattress? 

There was no other explanation. 

You retraced your steps from the evening before, you woke up, went to class, studied downstairs with your sisters, had a big dinner, showered, and laid down… 

And then… 

“Will you turn that fucking thing off before I throw it at the wall?” Kylos gruff voice startled you. 

Gasping as his cheek came to rest on top of yours, swiping a thumb along your bottom lip. Pressing on your pout a few times before dipping it inside, your tongue instinctively lapping out to taste him. 

He purred into your hair, “Good girl, now let’s snooze a little more and then I’ll fuck you real good.” 

“Ky-lo,” you mumbled, squirming underneath his form, your alarm still blaring overhead. “Get off of me.” 

“Hmm,” he clucked his tongue, pressing his thumb inside your mouth more so you’d suck on it. “I don’t think so.” 

“Will you guys shut up? His snoring has been rattling the bed all night?” 

Both you and Kylos heads lifted up in unison, oh. Your roommate came back? The bed creaked underneath you both and out she rolled, slamming her palm on your alarm clock to shut it off. 

“You guys suck-I’m leaving for class.” 

“But… you’re in your pajamas?” you croaked, embarrassment flooding your cheeks, “He can get up, don’t leave!” 

Kylo grunted, “Like hell I am, I have a raging hard on right now I’m not getting up until it’s dealt with.” He looked down at you, eyebrows raised, “So she can leave or stay and watch the show.” 

The door slammed shut, there’s your answer. Kylo hummed with pleasure, peppering kisses all over your sweaty forehead from being crushed all night. He was only supposed to stay for a few hours, and yet you were lulled to sleep by his warmth. 

His nose crunched against your forehead with each kiss, stubble scratching your face over and over until he made his way down to the corner of your mouth. Pausing, “Do you care about morning breath or what?” 

“I…” you exhaled deeply, giving in, “It’s fine…” 

“Don’t act so sad, you’ve been curled up against me all night. I’ve been waiting to have those sweet lips on me again,” he licked his lips. Puckering dramatically before blowing a raspberry on your mouth. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his corniness, humming back into his touch. Still crushed underneath him, his lips attached to you. Moaning obscenely when his tongue hit your palette, surprised that he wormed his way in there so fast. 

Rutting hips trapped you underneath, you placed your sweating psalm on his shoulder. Strong muscle flexing underneath you as the incriminating sounds of the bunk started creaking under the weight of both of you. 

Muffled by your mouths swapping together, your eyes shut in bliss. Letting him happily take the lead for whatever he wanted, your class could wait… 

Kylos lips popped off yours, panting on your temple as he reached a hand between your bodies. Angled on his shoulder, “Gotta move,” he grunted, “There we go, kept crushing my fucking dick against you.” 

Your face scrunched, about to protest when he ground down again and oh that felt good. His hard cock was pressing right against the apex of your thighs. Rubbing along the length of it between your flimsy fabric pajamas, you let out a soft sigh as he rocked back and forth. 

Met with a grin, “That feel nice? I can feel your hard little clit.” He kissed at the edge of your jawline, peppering the skin with sloppy, wet pops before nibbling down the column of your throat. Rocking getting harder against your wetting shorts. Your excitement begging to rub between your thighs onto his plaid bottoms. “Kylo, I think I’m gonna…” 

“Already?” he panted, “Doesn’t take much to get your little engine running. Shit, lets get some skin to skin.” 

Kylo sat back on his knees, his head hitting the ceiling in a loud thump. But he didn’t seem to care, unbuttoning the front of his bottoms to reveal his purpling hard cock. Pumping with one hand while the other shot out to grab the crotch of your pajamas. You gasped as his finger hooked underneath, skimming your wetness, “Ah-oh my god…” you whined. 

They were yanked down your legs, he swore under his breath when your knees knocked together to try and not ri[ them in two. Your legs fell back open, your slick cooling under his scrutiny, Kylo launched forward. His hot cock fell between you with a grunt and a gasp between you both, your wrapped a hand around the base of his neck. Fingers ripping into the long hairs that stuck to his nape, your legs already shaking from the oncoming orgasm that threatened to happen premature. 

You couldn’t believe he was on top of you, naked cock rubbing on your pussy. Kylo growled in your ear, “Hot pussy, I bet I could slip right in baby. You want that?” 

“Yes…” you teeth chattered together as you thought about clamping down on his length. You’d probably cum before he even got started. 

Kylos hips rocked against you, the head catching on your wet entrance a few times while he groaned into your neck. 

“I don’t know, baby.” 

He rubbed his cheek against your forehead, stubble scratching slightly from his overnight stay. You whimpered as the very tip of his slipped inside you for a moment, you felt all his muscles tense in the effort to not ram inside you. Why wasn’t he? Your brain fumbled through various questions while he popped out of you, only to find the spot once again where your bodies were menat to be connected. 

You jumped at the feeling of fingers on your clit, fumbling with it for a moment before they pinched at the hard nub. Yelping out while he shushed you, your legs bent in on themselves, toes skimming the ceiling in an effort to hold off on cumming, you wanted him inside you! You panted as he stroked up and down and back and forth. Humping the lenght of your right inner thigh with his precum staining the skin. 

“Kylo-please just fuck me.” 

He shook his head, bringing you in for a swift kiss before taking his fingers off your clit. Spitting in his palm while you laid there with an open mouth in awe. Your pussy tingled at the thought of him shoving his spit laced cock inside your waiting channel…”Kylo!” you ground out, “Just do it!” 

“I don’t think your desperate enough. I’m not sure if you just want to cum or if you really really want me to ram my cock,” he paused at the word, pinched hard enough for more wetness to slip out of you, “So hard inside your tight little pussy. I think you’ll just have to wait.” 

“Wait-what?” you babbled, rutting your hips up in the air to catching his fingers in a pathetic chase of release. You brought a hand down to try and help yourself, but only were smacked in response. 

“Don’t you fucking dare.” he stared at you sternly, “You’re not going to cum until I say so. And I think its about time for us to get up,” he swiped across your pearl, “And for us to go to class.” 

“But,” you started, shushed by his wet fingers on your lips. 

“Nope, don’t beg, its a turn off.”

Kylo rolled off the edge of the bed, somehow landing on his feet with his hard dick still hanging out of his pants. You watched with your mouth opening and closing like a trout, he turned to you. Making a mocking crying face, complete with fingers trailing his cheeks with tears, “Oh, you poor baby! Never had to wait for something in your life, come on. Lets get you dressed for class and then we will see if you get to cum today.” 

______

You got dressed together. 

Correction, Kylo dressed you in the clothes he wanted you to wear. Just to make sure you didn’t get any chance to get away and rub one out in the bathroom. He trailed right behind you everywhere throughout the sorority house. Smiling and saying good morning to all the girls that he passed in the halls while you stormed from room to room, irritated that he was saying hello to all the girls who he had fucked. 

While he left you hanging on the very edge, he was literally inside you and he did nothing! 

It was his idea in the first place, why did he change his mind? 

You thought over it while you brushed your teeth, together, at the same sink in the womens only restroom. Every one of your sisters giving you the stick eye when they saw Kylo looming behind you in the mirror with his own toothbrush that he had grabbed from Bazines old stash. 

Apparently, your president had been snecking him in for a long time and he had an abundance of clothes and toiletries throughout the house. Which he pointed out to you while you sulked, even Bazine got to fuck him… 

“Come on,” he whined, grabbing your forearm as you tried to get away for the tenth time this morning, “Let me drive you to class.” 

Kylo tried dragging you closer to his lexus parked on the front lawn. You scoped out the car, luxury, and practically brand new judging by how clean it was on the outside. Complete with two anime women stickered to the back windows. Their big tits right in whoevers face that pulled up next to him, you yanked particularly hard. 

“No, I want to walk. Leave me alone, Kylo.” you growled. 

He raised his hands, a scowl painting his face at your vicous tone. You regretted bursting at him, but you weren’t going to give in just because he knew you were upset. 

“Fuck-okay,” he placed his hands on his hips, “You’re sure a little bitch when you aren’t fucked. Do I need to come over there and spank you?” 

You flushed at that thought, he had dressed you in a short tennis skirt with no shorts underneath. He could easily lift you over his thigh and smack your skin until it blistered and bruised and you were writhing in his lap for more. You shook your head in protest, he wouldn’t dare. 

“I’m not-” 

“You think I won’t?” Kylos eyebrows shot up, moving in closer with calm steps, “Baby, I’ll make it impossible for you to sit in your lecture without thinking of my bare hand on your abused ass. You want that? Right here on the lawn?” 

You looked around, embarrassment coloring your cheeks when you saw all your sisters staring and dunking down from the windows. A few of them on the front porch looking the other way, even the houses on your block and across the street were watching the display between you and Kylo. You couldn’t imagine him doing that in front of all of them… 

“Are you going to be good and get in the car?” 

You nodded silently, shuffling to the passenger side of the car. Kylos long arm opened the door for you, pushing your head down to duck into the seat. He even buckled you in, you sat in silence while he peeled off the grass in a loud rev of the engine. 

“Thats a good girl.” 

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Am I coming over today? 

You had sent the text. 

You’d been thinking about it all morning and throughout both your lectures, barely taking any notes despite it being your favorite classes to attend. All you could think about was your morning, and the absolute whiplash Kylo had given you with him feelings and desires, then calling you names when you didn’t get what you wanted. 

A few of your sisters had texted you saying that thats normal, Kylo was just strange. They all were surprised he hadn’t left you alone yet, apparently he was notorious for hitting it and quitting it. But he hadn’t even hit it! 

Typing, the little dots appeared and your heartrate picked up. What would he say? 

Why? 

Your forehead scrunched in irritation, what did he mean? You decided to be as straightforward as possible, tired of the games. 

What do you mean?

Aren’t we supposed to sleep together?

Who said that? 

Its not like we had a contract. 

But.

Look its Monday Xi, I have plans. 

Oh.

Your heart sank. 

Guess you were the exception to his hitting it and quitting it rule, he just wanted to quit it. 

Shit, babe. 

You can come over. I just have a date I can’t miss. 

Be here at 4. 

A date? 

What did he mean by date? 

Was he seeing someone?? 

Your heartbeat picked up intensely, thumping loud enough for you to feel it almost burst through your chest. What did that even mean? He had plans with someone, but still wanted you to come over? 

You thought about it the entire rest of the day, while you were standing in circles with your friends. Holding a cup of coffee in your hand, almost slack with your grip when youw atched the man himself walking in with other sisters, laughing and touching their shoulders. His eyes flashed towards you and you melted when he winked at you before moving on with his business. 

After catching a ride with a friend, you were standing at the front door of the frat house. Pushing on the open door like it was last time. Did they ever shut it? Was anyone else home? You’d seen Kylos car parked sideways in the driveway, but no one else was greeting you. 

Your popped your lips a few times, debating on if you should just leave, maybe call and say it wasn’t going to work out between the two of you. 

Its not like he was that into you-

“Xi,” Kylos voice boomed from up the stairs, footsteps fast as he came down, with a giant lizard on his shoulders. “You came, hi baby.” 

He came over despite you recoiling at the jarring display of the animal climbing over his shoulders and rubbing against his raised hand. Pressing a quick kiss on your cheek before he raced back up the stairs. 

Yelling as you followed up behind him, shivering as you thought about the animal. “Come on, I have a thing to do.” 

You rolled your eyes, he probably brought you here to babysit the crazy thing hanging on him, you’d just leave it while he was away. Maybe that would show him that you didn’t care-

His room was a mess. 

Clothes thrown everywhere, piles on the floor, around black furniture. A desk in the far corner, with a large gaming computer on top that glowed blue and red, a gaming chair that was black and red piled with books that looked liek they had been heavily read. The closet was open, with a dresser inside it with all the drawers half closed and plenty of trinkets and trophies on top. 

You looked around to the other side of the room, aside from his probably king sized bed being made. It was still just as messy, A large tank on top of another table, complete with a little habitat and sunning bed. A few stickers littered the tank but you couldn’t make out what they said. But they were pink and flowery… 

“Um…” 

Kylo turned to you again, holding the lizard away from you, “Sorry, I tried to clean but I didn’t have a lot of time between class and then I have to make this call… Um this is my lizard.” 

“I see that.” 

He held the thing out with both hands cradling it while it blinked at you. You squinted at it, noticing a small baby pink harness on its body. 

You were about to ask about it when his phone started ringing, he quickly turned away and threw the lizard on his lade bed, it curled into a small ball like a cat in a patch of sunlight. He pulled his phone into a stand, turning on his mounted TV, revealing the FaceTime screen from someone named-Booger? 

“Should I leave?” 

He shoot you a weird look, “What? No? Just sit down and be comfy, this will only be a little bit.” 

The TV loaded the other person, Booger apparently. A grainy image taking forever to connect while you tentatively sat on the edge of the bed, backpack slumping off your shoulders to the floor, you looked cautiously towards teh lizard. It paid you no mind other then what sounded like a purr in approval. It was a scaly cat, thats what you’d decided. 

Static crackled startling both of you while Kylo smacked the side of his sound bar, “Boog! Can you hear me? Fucking stupid thing, I need to buy a new one…” 

“Yeah I hear you.”  

A mans voice came through, along with the image of the person in question. A scrawny looking blonde kid, you squinted at the loading frame, dressed in what looked like school gym clothes? You scanned it more for clues, seeing glasses framing a large nose, and a skinny face, down to another lizard in the lap of whoever it was. 

He kinda looked like Kylo… 

“Xi,” Kylo turned around, moving to pet his lizard, “This is my little brother, Matt.” 

“Hi.” 

You waved a hand, relief singing through your veins, it was a facetime date with his brother. Not a real date with another person… you introduced yourself, relaxing back. 

Kylo picked up his lizard, cradling it like it was a baby, “We talk every Monday to let our girls see each other, and to catch up.” 

“Girls?” 

“This is Kira.” Matt lifted up his lizard, like it was a dog or cat under its armpits. The thing just licked its snout, Kira, was wearing a gemmed harness. 

“And this is my baby girl, Rey.” Kylo lifted the lizard in your face, met with another blank stare from one eye while the other stared into the distance. 

You breathed another sigh of relief, looking over at the tank to see the name Rey in pink bubble letter stickers. Along with a leash and maybe other pink collars hanging behind the tank, you chuckled a little as the boys launched into conversations about how the other was doing. Lizard maintenance, and when they would see each other in person again. 

Blacking out while it happened, you busied yourself with doing homework and typing up lecture notes you’d missed while in class today. 

There was something so domestic about it, you felt warm and fuzzy as Kylo leaned back into you while he listened to his brother talk about his day and the hardships he was going through being forced to go to weightlifting with his friends. 

You scratched at his scalp while he lectured Matt about body fitness and how he wasn’t supposed to sit at the computer all day. Which he countered with how Kylo sounded like a parent and not his big brother who plays video games with him. 

About an hour and a half had gone by before Matt was supposed to go to dinner with their parents. A few times you noticed someone walking back and forth behind the couch Matt was sitting at, maybe that was Kylo’s mom or dad? 

Kylo had said goodbye, putting away Rey before turning to you and cagin you in with an arm on both sides of your body. 

“Hi, baby.” 

“Hi, Kylo.” 

He leaned it, slowly shutting your laptop as he pressed his body on top of you. Kylo brought his lips to yours while you giggled as he got closer, pushing your items aside to fall towards the edge of the mattress. Pressing quick kisses to the corners of your mouth, “I missed you today, you looked soc ute int he outfit I picked out.” 

You shrugged, pressing his chest away from you, “You saw me thought, and didn’t say hi…” 

“I was busy with greek council shit, I can’t be next to you all day. Even though I’d want that.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

He kissed your forehead, pressing more of his weight on top of you. Your legs splayed out on either side of his thighs as he sagged, “Of course I do, I like you Xi. A lot. Wanna be with you all the time.” 

Your heart sang at that, flushed at the confession, fingers digging into the fabric of his sweater. You nuzzled your face into the warmth of his neck. Voice muffled, “I think I like you too.” 

Kylo purred at your words, pushing you back into the pillows on his nicely made bed. “Good, or else this would be awkward.” 

Suddenly he was on you again, kissing you with a passion that made you almost choke on his long tongue slithering across your own. Pulling on the edge of your shirt and quickly throwing it off your scrambling arms, revealing your push up bra he had insisted you wear. Because he liked how your tits looked in it. 

“Fuck, look at you.” 

He licked his lips, leaning down while your hands buried themselves in his long hair. Planting hot, suctioning welted on your heaving chest, canines scraping while you grabbed at his sweater to divest him off like your own. Revealing his broad chest, the same one you’d been thinking about since the last weekend when he was stark naked for your eyes to dance around his frame. 

Kylo pushed off your, mouth glistening with spit from his affections. He quickly dropped his pants with a clatter of his belt, yanking his boxers down his strong thighs and to his ankles. You couldn’t believe he was already naked before your very eyes, he nodded towards you. 

Quickly, you stood before him, unzipping your tennis skirt for it to pool on the floor with all his other clothes. Dropping your thong and bra with the rest when he launched at you, bodys clashing together in a passion youd never felt before. You felt yourself be lifted from the floor as he spun you around. Falling together into the bedding, you straddled his form, rubbing your slicking pussy along the length of his hardening cock. 

He groaned at the friction, you revelled in the roll of his eyes from the pleasure. You could get used to that look, Kylos paws fell to your waist. Pinching at the rolling skin as you leaned forward to latch your lips together. You swapped back and forth delicious salvation while you rocked your hips. 

Kylo rolled the two of you over, your head against the far wall of his bed. He grinned above you, moving his hands down to yank your legs open further. 

You gasped as he spat on your clit, “You’re just so wet, I bet I can slip right in. Can’t I?” 

“Yeah,” your voice warbled. 

“Lets see,” he shuffled forward on his knees, bringing his cock right into your entrance. Thrusting forward slightly, popping the seal of your wetness with a slick slurp of fluids. You whined, “Please-Kylo.” 

You were aching from being denied earlier today, desperate for him to have his way with you. It was something you know you couldn’t leave here without, Kylo nodded. Wrapping a palm around your mouth, spelling it off so no noise could make it out. 

“Can’t have you screaming, the neighbors already hate me.” 

You were going to protest, but the scream creeped up on you when he jammed his hard cock inside you in one swift thrust. Completely engulfing your pussy with its hot, probably more than ten inches, meaty girth, He didn’t let you relax, swiftly plunging in and out of your candy coated center over and over again while the bed rattled your brain. 

Bouncing around and held in place by just his hand on your mouth, your arms failed to latch onto anything to keep you from jostling. Your tits swinging with every grunted thrust. You wailed behind the palm, laving at it with your tongue, Kylo slipped two fingers inside your mouth. 

“Yeah-” he panted, “Fucking suck on them.” 

You doubled down your efforts, letting him jam them down your throat. Little noises fitting through the gasps while he panted above you. Eys snapping open and shut, you watched with dreamy eyes at his sweat beaded down his face to dripped off his nose to fall on your steaming skin. 

“Rub your clit baby, I’m so close,” he panted, “You’re too tight.” 

Your let out a muffled okay, swiping down on your hard clit in time with his grunting thrusts. 

“There it is,” Kylo groaned long and loud, looking at the wall abov eyou for a moment while his thrusts slowed down, “Cum for me baby, cum on your daddy’s cock!” 

You exhaled hard through your nostrils, rubbing harder as your crested the edge of your release. Gushing around his length as he buried it deep inside you, his throat catching on a groan as he came inside you in pulsing rhythms. Thrusting shallowly while you miliked his cock for every bit of his essence. 

Kylo placed his forehead on your bare shoulder, panting in hot breaths. Whispering out what a good girl you were, how hot you were, hot tight your pussy was, kissing a line towards your lips. Peppering your face with doxens while he thrusted in and out of you for the last time, your collective fluids gathering underneath you with a wet plop. 

He panted, smiling at you with a goofy grin as he cradled you towards his chest, pressing a few kisses on your forehead when he whispered…

“I hope you know you’re my girlfriend now.” 

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[aiiwa]

BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS ― IWAIZUMI, KUROO, BOKUTO, AND SUGAWARA.

✗ REQUEST: i’ve been seeing all over tiktok the whole lay between your s/o thighs trend (idk if you know the trend) but i wanted to see it with the hq boys. so could i request iwa, kuroo, bo and suga🥺.

― iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou, sugawara koushi.

⤷ genre: fluff

⤷ warnings: suggestive content (everything i write at this point is suggestive lmao), i got lazy proof reading this but i’ll come back to it

⤷ word count: 3.1k

― a/n: i was very soft writing this hehe, also;

me to me: let’s limit this to 500 words per character

also me: almost writes 1k just on kuroo.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

after two long weeks apart, with iwa having to travel overseas for work, he had finally come back home to you. work trips weren’t uncommon, but often left you alone, missing him more and more with each day apart.

it took everything in your power to hold yourself back from jumping on him, the moment you caught sight of his bulky figure walking out of the airport terminal.

and now the two of you were on your way home. after bickering over who would drive, iwa now sat leaned back in the driver’s seat, large hand engulfing yours on your lap and the other gripping the leather steering wheel; skillfully maneuvering your car down the snowy streets. fiddling with his long fingers entwined between your own, you bring his hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

glancing at you from the corner of his olive eyes, you could see his soft smile under the flickering glow of the streetlights. he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, before his focus turns back to the road.

ten minutes pass relatively quickly, with iwa shifting the gear into park outside your shared home. he trails close behind you, warm breath tickling the side of your neck and duffle bag slung over his wide shoulder, as you unlock the front door.

“welcome home.” you whisper, tilting your face up to look at him.

iwa’s quick to drop his bag, spinning you around by your hips to pull you flush against him. wrapping your arms around his neck, you giggle at the feeling of his hands dipping lower to give your ass a loving squeeze.

“i missed you, baby.” he breathes out, before leaning down to capture your lips.

the kiss is sweet and slow, you indulge yourself in the familiar feeling of his soft lips; before his tongue darts out to trace against the pout of your bottom lip, asking for permission. you moan into him as your tongues brush against each other sensually, dragging your hand from his nape to caress his jaw; you jolt away as your palm brushes against the icy cold touch of his ear.

“haji! your ears are freezing!” you hiss, both hands now tugging at his ears.

chuckling lowly, he grabs at your wrists lightly. “ah, i know...why don’t you warm them up for me?”

“huh?”

overwhelming thoughts of how exactly iwa intended for you to warm his ears up, clouded your flustered mind. in a flurry of movements, he lead you into your bedroom; freeing you from the tight denim of your high-waisted pants, and having you perched up and leaning against your fluffed up pillows. the fuzziness in your head starts to clear up at the sight of iwa stripping off his long sleeved shirt, exposing the toned muscle of his stomach and chest.

crawling towards you and parting your legs, he presses a kiss to the inner side of your knee, before he flips over and slides his read right between your legs. you blink once, then twice, watching as he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his neck and squishing his face.

“well, this...isn’t exactly what i was expecting.” rubbing your thighs against his ears to get used to the freezing touch.

iwa hums contentedly, patting the side of your leg. “mmm, don’t worry baby, we’ll save that for a bit later okay?” heat rushes to your face as he calls you out on your thoughts. “i just wanna lay here and feel you like this for now.” you push your hands against your face, feeling how warm your cheeks are, before iwa grabs at your wrists softly, bringing them over to kiss your palms. “just lie with me, okay baby?”

with your hands caressing the sides of his face, you nod, smiling softly. “okay, haji.”

KUROO TETSUROU

working together with kuroo for japan’s volleyball association was amazing. for the most part that is. it’s how the two of you met, he’d charmed you into a first date by his second week, and it was almost three years since then.

you spent every day with your boyfriend at work, and every night together in bed. but sharing a busy week schedule filled with back-to-back meetings, interviews with athletes for potential promotional videos, and late nights in the office filing the never-ending build up of paperwork - meant weekends were very much looked forward to.

lazy sundays being your favourite.

the day usually started well into noon, both of you enjoying the extra undisturbed hours of sleep - since the blare of kuroo’s six a.m. alarm wasn’t ringing in your ears. he’d greet you with a drowsy rasp - “good morning, shorty.” - making you giggle before dragging him to share a steaming hot shower with you; . and with a towel wrapped around your head, bare legs on show underneath the hem of your boyfriend’s large shirt, you’d sway in front of the stovetop flipping pancakes while a shirtless kuroo sliced up your favourite fruits - music from his playlist playing softly in the background.

if the weather allowed it, you and kuroo would sit out on the balcony of your apartment; basking in the warmth of the sun, admiring the way his hazel eyes reflected gold. yet this sunday, a storm was raging outside.

“why is she giving a rose to that prick yamato? fuji deserves it way more than him!” kuroo calls out.

you were only half invested in the bachelorette marathon playing. rain spat against the fogged glass; heavy lidded eyes followed the trails made by the racing raindrops. you were tucked snugly into kuroo’s side, a long arm wrapped around your shoulders, and legs tangled under the softness of the new periwinkle comforter you’d bought the other day. kuroo’s laptop rested on his lap, and you jostled about as he shot an arm out to point at the screen accusingly.

“are you seeing this, y/n?! now she’s choosing sachihiro! over fuji?!”

humming half-heartedly in response, you squeeze yourself closer to kuroo; dragging your hand over his bare chest, and resting it over his heart. you could feel his heartbeat against your palm, thump-thump thump-thump, and the steady rise and fall of his chest began to lull you to sleep.

the sound of your soft snores, pulled kuroo’s attention away from the show.

“shorty, you sleepin’?”

at your lack of reply, he chuckles lowly, shifting around to put away his laptop. you were always the first to fall back asleep, especially after eating good and coming back to bed to cuddle. pulling you closer to him, he smiled at the sigh you released against him; before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead and resting his cheek on his pillow. the smell of your strawberry shampoo wafting around him, was the last thing kuroo remembered before he joined you in the dream world.

laying on your side with half your vision obscured by the fluffy pillow under your head, you blink away the sleep as you gaze outside the window. the rain had come to a slow drizzle, with the skies still fairly bright meaning only an hour or so had passed while you were asleep.

“tetsu?” you call out.

usually the rooster head would be pressed right up against you, but you couldn’t feel or see him. attempting to twist your body around, you find your movements constricted. it was only when you tried once again to lift your leg up, that a hand slid around your knee to halt your movements.

pushing yourself up a bit, and resting on your elbow, you glance down to find your boyfriend’s head between your thighs, back of his head pushed against your pelvis. because the two of your are on your sides, the full weight of your left leg over his shoulder has his cheeks smushed together; but kuroo seems completely unbothered, in fact he’s just scrolling through instagram on his phone. when you reach a hand down to tug at his inky hair, only then does he glance up at you.

“are you alright down there?” you ask. “can you even breathe?”

“i woke up here, and i don’t plan on moving any time soon.” kuroo hums, the vibration from his throat are ticklish against your inner thighs. “i’m living my best life, wanna see my new lock screen?”

without waiting for an answer, he shows off his new lock screen - which really happened to be a live photo displaying a collection of pictures with kuroo’s face squeezed between your lush thighs. you can’t help but laugh, kuroo’s cackling joining you. slightly embarrassed at the thought of someone catching a glance at his lock screen, you pull at his hair; complaining about the possibility of being exposed.

kuroo slaps your hands away from his hair, still chuckling. “i don’t care, shorty. i look good between your thighs, don’t you think so?”

flustered, you yank on his hair again. “shut up, rooster head.”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

while waiting for bokuto to come back home to you from his training with the msby jackals, the last thing you expected was to receive a call from his teammates. it was your day off, and as you were loading the last of you and bokuto’s laundry, your phone began to vibrate - the bright grin of a certain tangerine-haired cutie flashing across the screen.

“hello?”

“hi, bokuto-san- ah, um, i mean y/n-san!”

you chuckle lightly at hinata’s correction. ever since you announced your engagement with bokuto, the younger male had started addressing you by your fiancé’s surname. in the background you can hear atsumu yelling out to you, followed by sakusa complaining about his loud mouth. you were more than familiar with bokuto’s close friends and teammates, from the countless team dinners and nights of drinks hosted at you and bokuto’s townhouse, you shared a solid friendship with everyone.

“ah, shou-kun, everything okay?”

“um, well i just called to let you know that bokuto-san didn’t have the best time at training today.���

‘oh no, poor kou,’ you thought to yourself, heart tugging at the thought of bokuto being sad. his somber moods were a rarity these days; it had actually been almost a year since he’d been in a slump, and he usually loved his trainings, so that meant today must have been extra tough on him.

“i see, thank you for telling me shou-kun.” after listening to hinata’s retelling of the events at training, with side commentary from atsumu and sakusa; you all exchanged goodbyes before ending the call.

with the chance to avoid being unequipped for bokuto’s gloomy return home, you were grateful for hinata’s thought to warn you. it gave you an hour, from his shower to the drive back home, to prepare some of his favourite things. normally it involved inviting akaashi over, but with him out of town, it left you to your own devices. though after being with bokuto for so long, it wouldn’t be that hard.

you knew your man like the back of your hand.

he was probably starving after practice, and what better than to cook some barbecued meat for him - his favourite, with the special sauce you always made just for him. after making some side dishes and rice, you set the table for the two of you, leaving the meat to stay warm in the oven while you went for a quick shower. bokuto made it know how much he enjoys the smell of your cherry bomb body wash, yet today you opted to lather on his orange body wash. knowing the smell of him on you made him crazy, you dried yourself off and decided to wear his old shirt from high school; the baby blue of ‘the way of the ace’ shirt, with the faded black characters.

you had just finished throwing your softest blankets and fluffiest pillows onto the couch in the living room, when you caught the sound jingling keys at the front door. leaping over the back of the sofa, you ran just in time for the door to open.

“kou!” you exclaimed, leaping as soon as you see his bulky figure enter through the doorway. his gym bag landed on the wooden floors with a thud, as he caught you easily in his arms. “welcome home! i missed you so much, baby!”

bokuto’s hold on you is tight. “hi, y/n…” there’s none of the usual chirp in his voice, and you squeeze him closer to you, peppering kisses on his face.

“are you hungry? i made your favourite.”

offering him a small smile at his slight nod, you slid out of his grasp, taking his hand to lead him to the dining table. when he saw the table set, barbecued meats on display, he tugged you to a halt; staring at you with round, golden puppy eyes filled with appreciation. you sat on his lap as he ate, with your arm hooked around his neck; allowing him to feed you, as he listened to you talk about your day. and when the two of you were done, bokuto offered to finish off the dishes while you lounged on the sofa waiting for him, netflix loading on the wide screen television.

distracted by the trailer of some netflix original film, your caught by surprise when bokuto slides face first between your thighs. with his cheek pressed against your pelvis, he shifts your legs over his broad shoulders, thighs almost obscuring his face from your vision if it weren’t for the frosted tips of his hair sticking out. running your fingers through the slightly damp, silken strands; you felt you relax in your embrace, releasing a contented sigh.

“kou?” he hums in response, arms sliding around your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your smooth skin. “i know today wasn’t the best, but there’s always a tomorrow. just remember that i love you so much, and i’m here...okay baby?”

lifting his head slightly, thighs resting by his jaw, he sets his chin just below your navel. staring up at you, he takes your hands in his, slippings his fingers between yours.

“i love you, y/n.” he whispers, slightly mumbled. “thank you for everything.”

giving his hands a loving squeeze, you start explaining the new movie you want to watch. and with his interest piqued, the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon in the comfort of each other; bokuto tracings patterns on your leg, and your hands tangled in his hair.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

it had been almost a month since you and suga’s return from your honeymoon. after spending an amazing three weeks on a tropical island with your newly wedded husband; strolling along sandy beaches, scuba diving in clear blue waters, and spending warm nights making love under the stars - it was safe to say you were missing the time away relaxing.

so when daichi called your husband during the week to make plans for the long weekend, you were more than happy for a mini getaway to tokyo with your old high school friends.

and that’s how you found yourself, guava oil spread across your skin, stretched out by the poolside, and sipping your umeshu tonic through a pink swirly straw. the boys had decided to take a dip and cool off in the pool, while you and kiyoko had taken to some sunbathing. it was a little after midday, scorching sun at its peak; and the golden rays captured the sparkle of the princess cut diamond of your engagement ring resting between two matching, diamond encrusted bands.

“you’re going to blind everyone with all those diamonds, y/n.” blinking away the daze you’d caught yourself in, you chuckle at kiyoko’s teasing.

“speak for yourself, soon-to-be-mrs-tanaka.” you shot back, nodding at the glimmering engagement ring on her own finger.

the two of you giggled like little school girls, cheeks flushed and eyes closed in mirth; only stopping when a sudden wall appeared, blocking the warm sunshine, and shadowing over you. the wall being none other tanaka, suga following behind.

“kiyo~!” tanaka coos, leaning over his fiancé. “you look hot- uh, i mean it’s pretty hot, y’know.” 

kiyoko simply raises an arched brow, listening to tanaka’s rambling; which quickly turned into the latter throwing the her over his shoulder, and running back towards the pool. she hadn’t even protested at his manhandling, taking to sending you a look that said ‘what can i do?’. with the two of them gone, your full attention was set on the sight of suga.

now standing next to you, his hazel-brown eyes glanced over your laid out figure in appreciation; entranced with the way your bikini top dug into the soft flesh of your breasts, drawing attention to the deep valley of your cleavage. your own keen eyes took in the sight of his slender build; admiring the way his soaked canary trunks hung low on his hips, polyester sticking to his thighs and leaving little to your imagination. with his chest exposed, glistening under the sun as droplets of water slid down his toned stomach - it suddenly felt as if the air had become ten degrees warmer.

“hey there, this seat taken?” suga asks, tilting his head and running a hand to push back the damp, grey strands out of his face.

“oh, this seat?” you ask, gesturing to the lounge chair you were occupying.

your brow’s furrow slightly in confusion, though you gasp when he trails ticklish fingers over your thigh, before squeezing the soft flesh. “no, this one.”

chuckling, you hold your left hand up, wiggling your jewelled ring finger in front of you. “sorry sir, i’m a taken woman.”

suga just grins at you cheekily, leaning forward to press his soft lips against your own. this kiss is brief, but the lingering taste of his mango chapstick and chlorine has you a bit dazed; allowing him to part your legs and slide himself right between them. laying on his stomach, your legs rest by his sides, his fingers teasing the hem of your bikini bottoms.

“ah yes, that you are, sweetheart. and i’m the lucky man who gets to call you mine.” with his cheek is smushed against your thigh, his words come out slurred; but the dreamy look in his eyes as he stares up at you is clear.

“and i’m lucky to have you, koushi.” you whisper in return, the weight of him over you is comforting and you find yourself leaning back into the lounger; as suga nestles himself closer into you.

“mmm, i love this...laying right here between your thighs, sweetheart.”

© 2020 AIIWA. please do not copy, modify or repost my work.

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The Misery Chick | MYG

thank you to my favorite @kimtaehyunq for the wonderful banner, ily you talented cutie <3

pairing: Yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, a lil tiny bit of angst, college au

wc: 5.2k (issa short one)

warnings: language

summary: maybe yoongi has a fat crush on you OR he notices, that’s all

a/n: happy birthday to the one and only min yoongi! i am so so fond of him and i couldn’t not write something for him, so I hope you enjoy :D and as always feel free to send in drabble requests for the fic and blah blah blah...

honorary tag: @gukssunshine​

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To wonder about the quickened stride of the beating appendage in Yoongi’s chest, would be to question the routine catch of gaze to the lone figure at the far end of the classroom, dwarfed by cuddled fabric, consumed with the rapid turn of the lengthy page. His arm rests atop the desk’s surface, supporting the chin that minutely dips with your every flicker of expression, the parting of your lips in gasp mimed by his own. His eyes are glazed under bright light, lids threatening to blink, the passage of time too fast, but oh so slow. 

Yoongi’s knowledge is second hand, rumblings of your demeanor spread through the vine of dialogue that floats coincidentally through his ears to connect with the edges of his brain, chewed and regurgitated without second thought. He holds his refusal to high regard, refusal to believe that you’re nothing more than a student, disgruntled by circumstance. It’s not simple attraction that guides his mind to the eye of logic, the region of reason, though it was the peak of initial interest.

He notices, and that’s all. 

He notices the round of your puffed cheeks that follows a particularly surprising piece of narrative. He notices the seat left empty between you and the wall, open but not a forced invitation, and he notices the way your posture straightens when someone grazes a hair too close. He notices the deflation of your shoulders when you’re left without pair during lessons framed with the inopportunity of interaction forced to simulate the false reality of reality itself. He notices the things others are blind to in their half squint, though the picture is still blurred like the edges of a polaroid. 

The numbness of his wrist, angled by the rest of his chin, draws him from captivation despite motivation to outlast the congregation huddle before you, their fronts focused toward him, his view obscured by obligation of association. His lips form the curvature of amiability necessary for pleasantry, neck craning to the defense of blue jeans offending his locked gaze.

“Can you stop staring so hard? She’s gonna eat you alive,” Hoseok’s finger nudges at the round of Yoongi’s jaw, urging his attention completely away from his person of interest. 

“Fuck off, you don’t even know her.” 

“Neither do you, despite your dedication to staring holes into her side every chance you get. They don’t call her ‘the misery chick’ for nothing, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her smile.” The jab rubs the wrong direction, Yoongi’s hand landing with a thud to the thick of Hoseok’s skull. “Come on, it’s a joke.”

“Maybe to you, and to everyone else, but she is a person. You guys just don’t look beyond what you wanna see because then she’s more than just a good laugh.” Every utterance of the moniker draws is lips to a downward twitch, fists balling in the pocket of his hoodie or scraping at the fabric of stressed jeans. It’s knowing that if he’s heard it you have ten fold, the thought harboring the wish that he could fold you inward, close to the beat of his chest to shield from the displeasure of words half baked with stupidity and the ignorance of hilarity. 

“Well not everyone wants to see her between the sheets.”

Interruption of the education saves Hoseok from the verbal spar pending within the fire engulfing Yoongi’s pupils. A place of love harbors the words of war, he knows this, knows that Hoseok’s plan is to rile to the point of action, but he’s driven to the brink of insanity by twisted words of encouragement. The kindest person on the planet playing into the stereo of broken records hurled toward the edges of your delicate framing, . 

Yoongi’s hands curl around his pen, ballpoint and already dancing the page, jotting words flown from one canal to the other and back to the atmospheric toxins of brains shorting caffeine. His sleeves are suddenly burning, neck itching with the heat of nerves crawling outward from within the confines of his collar. He glances toward Hoseok staring absently at Yoongi’s decorative scrawl, raising a brow to colliding gazes.

“Is it hot?” Yoongi puckers in mumble, swiping at the skin kissing the fringe sweeping his eyeline. Hoseok’s head careens in the negative, averting gaze to the front of the room, professor droning about the coming assignment, a project that Yoongi barely catches wind of. 

The plague responsible for his discomfort of familiarity is comfort enough to stop the distant tremble of shoulders keen to the stare that meets his eyes from the room’s opposing side. He jolts, or rather the calm of his heart picks back to pace, when his eyes meet irises reflective of his own.  They’re gone as soon as he finds them, but he’s confident that the cool of his neck is confirmation that sanity isn’t all lost. 

“Dude, could you take your notes? I’m gonna need those later,” Hoseok nudges at his forearm, limp from distraction. Yoongi hurries to scribble missed lecture, patient for a lull in speech to make room for declaration. 

“She was looking at me.” 

“What?” 

“Y/n, she was looking at me. I saw her...I felt her.” 

“Maybe she was just staring off into space because this class is a snooze-fest.” Hoseok speaks through the timing of yawn, perfectly punctuating his point. “She probably doesn’t even know you exist. Though, I guess everyone knows you exist, so maybe she just doesn’t care.” 

The words aren’t false, Yoongi’s following his beyond the definition of quaint, his celebrity following him from the rush of the court to the thrill of the keys. He’s hard pressed for a moment of peace, but he often finds it here, lost in you. 

“I’m serious.”

Yoongi sighs an audible defeat, Hoseok’s dropped lids and the rest of his chin atop folded arms a clear sign that his mind is beyond the classroom and beyond Yoongi’s own romantic woes. The end of the lecture appears miles from the start, the wave of dismissal a spell releasing its hold on the shackles chaining the  ghoulish appearance of sleepless students. 

Yoongi has worked himself to the brink of decision by the end of the lecture, sure enough that his stride to your desk will prove a build in the shy tint of his cheeks when he musters a faint ‘hello’. The pan of his half thought out plan doesn’t sort as well as he hoped, the rush of legs scurrying for the door tripping him up in his rush to the chair where you patiently filed notebook to bag. 

His vision is blurred by the passage of sweaters and hoodies, emblems emblazoned on sleeves and beanies sagging from the tips of bedhead. Hoseok follows after his stride in a confused wake from the desk that housed his sleepy head for the last seventy minutes, stumbling along with the drag of feet on tile. 

When destination is met, your chair is neatly housed, your figure nowhere to be found, Yoongi paces back, his sizable sneaker just scuffing the metal recline of an adjacent chair. 

“What are you doing?” Hoseok clutches the muscled fabric of Yoongi’s shoulder, stopping near disaster following the weighted displacement of the two. 

“Nothing, let's get lunch.”

The passage of days are a haze in the midst of the craze of midterms and Yoongi’s attempt to find reason to believe your glance was more than a passing innocence. The press of his back to his mattress, sheets freshly laundered, linens, scented of the artificial makings of fresh lilac courtesy of Jeongguk, are used to his mid-day collapse for a pre-study snooze. He’s swallowed whole beneath the dense of his comforter, fingers curling into the soft material, lips emitting a sigh of satisfaction. 

The buds in his ears are a dull hum, white noise to saturate the crevices of his brain still vibrating from the surge of knowledge consumed at the twice rapid pace of the semester’s schedule. His lids are aflutter, pupils rolling to the dark precipice, the unconscious already tugging at the bits of his subconscious manifested to snooze.  

The muscles of his pillowy cheeks fight upward against the smush to the firm cushioning of his mattress, arms cuddled around the decorative cushion of deep blue. A pitched giggle echoes in the receptors of his brain, bouncing against the walls, a comforting sound. It’s foreign though, the melodic stutter, yet it engulfs his chest with the warmth of affection, his stomach turning with nerves of the giddy sort. 

He teeters on the edge of more, features dancing between streams, a waterfall blur. Yoongi aches for the reach, his physical and metaphorical being extending from the depths of his full size bed, yearning for the exploration of the four walls and beyond. He can swear his fingers graze the soft of skin, the trace of lip curved in sensuality just visible through sleepy haze. The giggles grow in volume, almost as if guided toward his hasty reach. 

“Jeongguk, shut up!” Yoongi falls forward, just catching onto the ledge of his dresser, quick reflexes doing wonders for his physical well being, but the skip in his mental and the stop of his heart are undeniable. 

He's heard the voice a handful of times, an arm eagerly shooting to respond to a professor’s quarry, the hidden mumblings that he swears he’s the only one to pick up on, his smirk almost never enough to stop impending chuckle.

It’s you. 

He knows, but can’t quite grasp that just beyond the barrier of belief, past the door sealed to keep from disturbance you’re somewhere laughing with Jeongguk. He listens for a moment, unmoving, to attempt a deciphering of your intentions, but laughter has turned to the inaudible mumblings from the room across the hall.  He’s silent in his trek to the door, pulling it on rusted hinges, cringing with every scrape of copper and wood. 

He slips down the hall on tiptoe, unsure if you’re attune to the other members of the house, but not ready to face you if Jeongguk’s door swings back to reveal the occupants of the small cubical. Yoongi makes way to the kitchen, surprised to find the rest of his roommates crowded into the sizable space, each occupied with their own endeavor of strewn textbooks and half frozen toaster strudel. 

“Well well look who’s awake,” Jimin sneers playfully in Yoongi’s direction, drawing attention from the rest of the room. 

“Bet I can guess why,” Taehyung snickers, glances exchanged with a conspiratorial air, the shift of Yoongi’s feet not unnoticed by his personal tormentors. “We told Jeongguk he might wanna keep it down, we know how you like your rest.” 

“Jeongguk didn’t wake me,” Not the correct turn of phrase, realized just moments late, the flicker of pupils raising with the feigned ah ha! Yoongi side steps them all, settling on the sphere of orange grabbing his interest from the bowl on the table, plopping into the nearest chair. 

“Oh he didn’t? Well what other reason could you possibly have to forgo your pre-study nap, hmmm?” Jin pokes at the slightly greened peel of Yoongi’s fruit, hand smacked away with haste. He withdraws to card through his hair, lengthening by the day, framing his face with more beauty than should be allowed by the ethereal senior. 

“I was hungry, s’all.” He tosses scraps with each peel of fruitful flesh, eagerly sliding bits of tangerine past his puckered lips. Anything to keep his mind from the fresh dose of giggles eating at his brain like a love bitten parasite. “Who—umm, who does Jeongguk have over.” 

“Oh, Kookie has a friend over? We had no idea,” Namjoon hums, glasses perched to the bridge of his nose, arms eaten by the sleeves of his hoodie. 

“Maybe you recognize their voice? I mean, you’re the only one close enough to hear it.” Hoseok’s grin is shit eating, half hidden behind the length of his hand, fingers curling in position at the tip of his chin. 

“Oh, oh! I think I recall him saying something about a...Y/—hmmm was it…” Taehyung fakes stumbles over the name, tips of his fingers tracing the glass of his crumbed plate. 

“Y/n.” Yoongi speaks through teeth clenched, his cheeks rosy from snatched sleep and the scrutiny he’s placed himself under, the heat of a lamp concentrated in the five pairs of eyes trained on his every movement for their amusement. 

“So you do know her, why don’t you go say hi?” Jin pats him with vigour, the sound of an echoed frame permeating the air of what Yoongi has affectionately titled, friendly toxicity. Those same muffled voices grow with the trek down the stairs, threatening to give way with each step. Yoongi lifts his eyes from his half eaten fruit for the first time since he sat down, daring them to say a word out of turn with a single look. 

“It’s pretty quiet considering seven guys live here,” Your voice is audible from the front door, Yoongi’s grip tightening, juice spilling down the crevices of his hand, soiling his shirt sleeve, palms already sticky from the stress. “I have one roommate and, as you’ve seen, she can be loud enough for the both of us.” 

“I’m just as surprised as you are actually. I know Yoongi is probably asleep,” Yoongi sinks into his chair, knowing glances threatening to drop him straight through the wooden surface. “The rest are probably out.” 

“Yoongi?” Your voice strays a bit, Yoongi’s lip twitching, unsure what to think of the sudden strain in pitch. 

“Yeah, do you know him?” 

“Oh, um...kinda? Not really, we share a class together, but we’ve never talked. I’m pretty sure he’d think he’s too cool for me anyways. You know, ‘misery chick’ and all.” Yoongi levels a stare at Hoseok whose arms lift in readied defense, though his own face conjures frown at your words. Your attention clearly never spotting the longing with which he’s leveled you for the past few months. 

“You’re not the ‘misery chick’,” Jeongguk’s voice holds firm reassurance, something Yoongi wishes he could give you, but he’s glued, too curious for the thought of impromptu interruption. “People are just jerks. Besides, Yoongi-hyung isn’t like that at all. He likes to pretend he doesn’t know how cool people think he is.” 

“Guess I’ll just have to take your word for it. I have to go, but I’ll see you tomorrow, Koo.” 

The door closes, Jeongguk just as soon rounding into the kitchen, tracks dead when there are six pairs of eyes trained on his figure. “Wha—have you all been here the whole time?” 

He only takes pause momentarily, his stride leading to the fridge, a juice box of all things pulled from metal confines. The naked eye would never guess the soft interior of Jeongguk, his features contrasting with the boots swallowing his feet and the tattoos eating his arm, tracing his digits. But he’s the walking embodiment of the careful youth painting each man posted in the room, a piece of him nursed by a piece of them with each day passing. 

“Yeah, we’re just hangin’ around, Jeonggukie.” Hoseok shrugs, ruffling the base of Jeongguk’s wild curls. 

“Well you’re doing it pretty quietly, Y/n thought it was weird.” 

“Are you guys dating?” Jimin’s question is thrown with abandon, eyes trained on Jeongguk with absolute focus, Yoongi sending a glare toward the silver haired fiend. 

“No.” Jeongguk pays little mind to the question, too busy squeezing every last drop from the box clutched in his fist, doe eyes glistening with concentration. “We met last semester in lit and she’s really cool so we started hanging out. You guys should meet her sometime, she doesn’t have a lot of friends because of this dumb rumor that she’s ‘the misery chick’ which is ridiculous because she’s one of the nicest people I’ve met here.” 

“Yeah, you can bring her over any time.” Namjoon encourages, book lowered to the table, face scrunching in mental agony when he realizes the corner of his novel is soaked with the spill of orange juice. 

“She said she knows you from class Yoongi, but she doesn’t think you’d like her. I think you would though! Maybe you should try to talk to her next class.” 

“Yeah,” Yoongi readily agrees, new found vigor in his speech. “Maybe…” 

Over the next several weeks, Yoongi is sure that coincidence isn’t what found his stare locked to yours, Jeongguk’s overheard conversation clearly leaving your interest peaked about Yoongi who was forced to make his own gazes less frequent for fear of being caught. His first sighting after he floated the walls of his home like a ghost in haunt was next lecture. 

The nerves that ate at his skin the first instance of your curious scan was turned bearable by the itching of excitement to his every nerve, skin alight with the tango of possibility traversing his very being. His attention was wayward, standing at the head of the class, scooping the pages required for lecture from the overflowing desk, a minute ‘excuse me’ cutting through the thick of his cogged brain. 

“Yes?” Was his response, regurgitated dumbly despite the forming line waiting for him to budge to his waiting seat. 

“Uh...could I get by...papers.” He smiles, unintentional, but the effect is the duck of your head, refusal to meet his eyes under such a heated gaze. He’s left to stare a moment longer before the snag of his sleeve, Hoseok forcing him away, calming the mob of students too impatient to momentarily still for the fruition of his romantic interest. 

Lately, your exit from class seems somehow quicker than usual, the practiced haste too much for him to master, another obstacle to his formal introduction. Though it seems your professor can read the tension that hovers the expanse of the classroom, a thread itching to be linked by two lovers, one unknowing of the delicate pull she has on her soul suitor. 

“Okay!” The professor stands at the front of the room, barely holding the attention of the class, barely holding Yoongi’s attention until he speaks once more. “Instead of a formal midterm, I want you all to complete a joint essay, yes you heard me correctly! I want you to pair up and write an essay on the topic of your choosing—as long as that topic is related to the course.” 

Yoongi perks up, ignoring the telltale that Hoseok hopes to grab him as soon as the class is dismissed because Yoongi has a plan of his own. 

“Of course I won’t force you to choose a partner, I know some of you prefer to work alone. But no more than two people to a group. Now I can see that you’re all on the edge of your seats, but I’m feeling generous today, so you’re dismissed, but your pages are due on my desk beginning of class Monday!” The final words of the professor send the class into frenzy, those who were paying attention quick to grab hold of their half and those who weren’t suddenly catching up and scrambling for someone who’ll make do.

“Hey, we’re partners, right?” Hoseok looks at Yoongi hopeful, but Yoongi already has his sights set on you, watching everyone link up, resigned to working solo. 

“Nah, I’ve got another partner in mind if that’s okay with you.” Hoseok catches the drift rather quickly, wide smile forgoing slight disappointment at his loss of the sure A on his midterm. 

“Go for it,” Hoseok gives a light shove forward, much appreciated by Yoongi whose heart threatens to burst from his chest, sure that the nerves are painted on his face like a slice of Van Gogh. He’s just in time, your hands shoved into your pockets, ready to leave the suffocation of a space smothered in unwelcome. 

“Hey.” Yoongi can see the uncertainty, your eyes glancing to either side to ensure that he is certainly addressing you. 

“Hey…” 

“So, this midterm thing is kinda weird, right?” He can already see the snicker on Hoseok’s face, though his friend is posted at the door opposite him. Your own lips quirk, his only thought of coherency aimed at how cute the action is. You rock on your heels, he notes your style isn’t far off from the bones of Jeongguk, hoodie black and heavy boots ready to stomp through endless waves of the nauseating sea of university. 

“Yeah...I guess it’s a little unconventional. But great for people who get test anxiety,” You humor him, hands withdrawing from jeaned confines to gesture wildly to the room void of anyone but the three remaining vessels, two of which are engaged in unlikely exchange. “Did you need something?” 

“Huh?” 

“Sorry! I don’t mean to be rude, but I have a class to get to and I have a thing about being late. I figure there’s a reason you’re talking to me seeing as we’ve never actually talked before…” You catch yourself in ramble, tripping over phrases whilst Yoongi watches without missing a beat. 

He’s incredibly taken with the way the words flow without pretense, a nice change to the closed off demeanor people falsely associate with you. He would listen for a lifetime to the things you have to say, hopefully with the clasp of finger and longing glances. Your intent is nonsense, nerves eating away at the buds of your tongue. To him it’s a poetry specially curated, a tickle to his throat bringing forth the soft laughter that halts your speech. 

“I’m sorry, you go ahead I’m just...nervous.” 

“No no, don’t apologize, I like listening to you,” He coos when you smile, quick to recover before your eyes, wide and attentive find his own once more, now notably softer, safer. “I love your smile too…” 

“You’re not so bad yourself…” Soft spoken and not altogether sure is the way you speak, your class long forgotten, a blip in rear view shadowed by the shining beacon before you. “So…?”

“Right, right...I was just wondering if you’d maybe wanna work together?” Despite compliments and hinted flirtation you’re taken aback by the offer, your eyes skirting Yoongi completely, raising question to the figure station by the exit. Hoseok offers you a smile you can’t help but return his thumbs raising in the affirmative. 

“He’s all yours,” Hoseok assures, taking his leave prematurely, Yoongi still waiting for confirmation. 

“No pressure, just thought I’d ask. I think we’d work well together,” And I wanna know you, he withholds for fear of frightening you more so than the sudden acknowledgement already has.

“Well I don’t know about that, but yeah I’d love to if you’re sure.” 

“I’m positive. Wanna meet at my place after school?” 

“Sounds good.” You pull your phone swiping at the screen before passing it over. “Just text me when you’re free.” 

“I’ll text the address,” He knows it’s unnecessary, just taking precautions to shield from the admission of his eavesdrop the last time you occupied the residence. You wait until you’re once again clutching the spherical confines of your devices, checking and double checking that all digits are present, not unfamiliar with the harsh reality of falsehood buried beneath genuine interest.

“Oh, I actually know where you live. My friend Jeongguk is one of your roommates, so I know my way.” 

“Well I’m sorry we’ve missed each other, that it took me so long to say hello.” Yoongi’s legs lead him half a step closer, an accidentally purposeful close of the gap between, your eyes avoid the bottom half of his face, focusing instead on the bill of his cap and the dark hair tickling the edges. 

“Guess you’ll just have to make up for it somehow.” 

“Guess I will.” 

Your visits to Yoongi are routine over the next week, the laughter filling the hectic halls caused by him rather than his roommates. He’s seen more of you in a week than he could’ve hoped in a lifetime, even more confused about the way you’ve been outcast by a majority of your major. He’s awed by your lack of reaction to the judgement of peers, often citing it as a joke, sarcasm lacing the words. 

It’s the day before assignment is due, you’re perched at Yoongi’s desk, he’s laying on his bed, tossing his basketball in mock free throw simultaneously with his toss of ideas while your fingers type vigorously in final draft. 

This particular evening leaves you alone with Yoongi, the other members of the house trying and failing to convince you to join for their weekly outing to the nearest bar where they would no doubt drink their weight to poorly prepare for the week to come. Yoongi was swift to opt out, much preferring your company to the stench of stale beer and jokes poorly executed by Jin after he downs his fifth shot. 

You were insistent that he let you handle the rest of the paper, just pages standing between you and your final product, but he’s too fond of the way your post-its decorate the shelf over his desk, different colored notes for every paragraph, the ink of your pens highlighting each point in magenta saturation. He’s obsessed with the way you hunch to close to the pages of your textbook while scolding him for getting too close to the screen of his laptop in the next breath. 

He can’t help the thought of what could be, close calls and a hair’s breadth stepping between you all week. It’s the price of seven roommates and a lock loosened with the jiggle of a handle. The hesitancy that still fills your pupils despite the easy way his words lace with genuine interest. 

Yoongi remembered what it was like to notice, deciding that it’s much better to experience you. The moment is delicate, your soft suggestions and argumentative replies tossed with a hint of tease lacing the bite of your tone. He doesn’t try to hide the smile that breaks the mold of his face, lips dampened by the press of gums prominent from healthy reach. 

“Can I ask you a question?” He raises, your fingers slowing against the keyboard, chair swiveling to offer full attention. “Does it bother you...the whole ‘misery chick’ thing?” 

He’s not sure what possesses it, but he is sure that knowing will make things easier, break a barrier that to him doesn’t exist. He knows your breath is baited, knows you’ve been waiting for the pull of the rug, so he offers a tug, a comforting teasing sort of thing to ease your mind and close the gap of misunderstanding that he could never blame you for. 

“Can I ask you a question? Do you believe the whole ‘misery chick’ thing?” You counter, scooting along hardwood until your knees are pressed to his mattress, sinking into the cushioned flesh as far as it allows. Your stare is careful, not expectant of the negative or offended by the positive. “It’s okay if you do, just don’t lie about it.” 

There's a sadness in your delivery and Yoongi notes it immediately. Your attempt to hide the twitch of your lip and the anxious fold of your hands in your lap don’t escape him. Your tone is even, your eyes much the same and he wonders how anyone could ever believe it, he’s grateful that he never did. 

“Not for a second.” He responds almost immediately, waiting for any lingering doubt on your end. It never comes.

“Good.” Is your reply, just as even as the question itself. Your shoulders relax, posture not as stiff as before. “It does bother me, not as much as it used to, but it does. It bothers me that they don’t like that I’m not like them. I don’t mean that in the whole ‘I’m not like other girls’ way, but I’m just not Cathy college, you know? I don’t get excited about parties and drinking, I don’t need to go out all the time to have fun, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you if you do, but I don’t and because I’m not like everyone else I have to be ‘the misery chick’.

He’s sure you don’t realize it, but Yoongi see’s the build of tears in your eyes, unshed but there and it breaks him. Breaks him that something so trivial could be the defining factor of someone’s experience, that you can hide it so well at the cost of your own happiness.

“I mean, it’s college, you’d think that people have better things to do than come up with reasons to ridicule someone, but I guess I have too much faith.” You finish, glancing up to find Yoongi all ears, lips etched in frown. “Sorry, you didn’t ask for all of that.” 

“People suck.” Is all he says, hand extending toward you, inviting you to join him on his island, silent but sure. You crawl the length of the mattress, your back pressing the headboard, fingers laced with his own, warm and sweaty from nerves, yours or his neither of you are sure. 

“People do suck.” 

“I know what’ll make you feel better.” He offers, thumb running along the jagged edges of your knuckle, skin kissing skin. You lift your head, half leaning on his shoulder so your eyes meet, a reflection of picture perfect, a record in perfect sync. 

“Yeah?” 

“You should go out with me.” Yoongi doesn’t expect a snort, but the response is exactly what he receives your head averting to conceal your laughter, hands shielding your face from the expanse of an ego deflated by the graze of your accidental needle. “Why are you laughing?” 

“No I’m not—I just—you’ve been looking at me like I’m completely insane all semester! I didn’t think you liked me, I thought you were looking right through me...I kinda thought you were just coming to class high every day.” 

“I don’t even smoke, those were not the eyes of a stoner, they were the eyes of a man who’s very fond of you.” Yoongi defends his position, his usually dormant stare now bugged to exaggeration, unavailable for serious consideration. 

“My mistake, though I don’t know whether to be weirded out or completely flattered.” 

“You better be so flattered that I can see hearts in your eyes because you were pretty quick to agree to be my partner for this project!” Yoongi keeps the charade, glad to lighten the tension and draw from the heaviness of the previous conversation. It’s not a chapter that’s closed, but the beginning is the build and he’s planning an entire novel with you, so he figures his time isn’t limited by the tick of a clock nearing the midnight hour. 

“I heard I’ve got a sure ‘A’  and I’d be an idiot to pass that up.” 

“You could get a passing grade in your sleep, you can’t fool me. But you can go on a date with me.”

“So you, cool guy Min Yoongi, want to go on a date with me, ‘the misery chick’?” You gasp, hand clutched to your chest, Yoongi’s hand catching hold and bringing it to his own, to the beat of his heart, the bass begging for a melody that only you can satisfy. 

“More than anything.” 

“Well when you put it that way I have no choice but to say yes, but to be clear, I’ve definitely seen you looking at Hoseok with that same look in your eyes so you might wanna sort some stuff out first—”

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Bubble Gum ft. EreMika❣️

A lovely reader requested a super sweet fluffy modern childhood fic that I'm really excited to share! Hope you'll enjoy. ❤️

ps: my mom calls me ladybug, just humor me.

The sun was a blazing fiery ball, twinkling its peak midday golden rays over a small sleepy town and the playground where local children congregate when their parents send them out to play. Titan's Fury Park happens to be one little girl's favorite place of solitude where she can steal away if only for a moment to add drawings to her sketchbook since there are many beautiful places to sit that never fail to inspire a doodle or two. Somewhere in a small group of boys are her two best friends playing a very competitive game of football. Mikasa has witnessed it herself many times, where Eren will rub it in Jean's face that his team had won the game by aggressively throwing the ball into the grass, while Armin sits on the sidelines feeling uninterested in the sport, but he'll keep score as he reads one of the many books off his shelf that's most likely already been read.

The precocious, green eyed boy was instructed by his mother to keep watch over Mikasa, who later stubbornly insisted that Armin and Eren do their own thing since she fully intends to work on filling her sketchbook instead of playing. But one of the local girls who only recently started to pick on her had other plans. "Where's your cute friend?" Annie inquires, blowing a small bubble with pink gum as she stands confidently before the girl sitting cross legged on a bench. Mikasa sighs with irritation, deepening the shading on her closeup tree bark sketch. "Hey, I asked you a question. Look up from your stupid scribble book." But the girl remained strong and ignored how demanding and harsh these words were being spoken to her by such a blunt person, carefully smudging a spot on her sketch with the pad of her pinky. "Excuse you," Annie hisses under her breath obviously feeling impatient as she suddenly grabs Mikasa's long hair with a truly evil grin. "You know, you really have such beautiful hair. It would be a shame if you had to cut it." Her victim frowned and reached for her hair only to have it painfully tugged in retaliation, making her whine in discomfort as she holds her scalp protectively.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that, because I'm not cutting it."

"Uh-huh, where's Eren?"

"I don't know!" Mikasa rushes to say as her hair is tugged once more. "Why?!"

"Because I think he's cute and I want you to talk to him. Aren't you his sister or something?"

"Not by blood..."

"Tell him that Annie thinks he's cute."

"Can't you do that yourself?!"

"It would be so much more fun to see you do it. And if you don't, I'll destroy your sketchbook."

"Fine..." Mikasa reluctantly agrees, shyly darting her eyes from Annie's stoic expression. "I'll talk to him later."

"Thanks." Annie smiles as she spits her gum out on her hand and smushed it with raven hair, rolling the wad around between her hands to mix everything together. She snickers to herself as she walks away, leaving Mikasa with stinging eyes and a quivering bottom lip already feeling humiliated to the point where her cheeks and the tips of her ears felt hot. It was with a heavy heart that she gathers her belongings and holds them to her chest as she takes off running in search of Eren, the one who she always has and always will turn to in stressful situations.

Eren was found playing football with his friends like she anticipated, but he's currently on the ground after being tackled aggressively by Reiner and Jean for the ball. Armin cheers for his friend from the sidelines while Bertolt, Marco, and Connie watch intently to learn the final score of their fourth game. "HA! I GOT THE BALL! CONNIE! CATCH!" Jean roars with laughter, cackling triumphantly as he rushes to throw the ball at Marco not far away to finish the game in their favor.

Until they heard truly hysterical crying.

"ERENN!" Mikasa cries, her voice wailing his name at the top of her lungs as tears streamed down her face. He immediately sits up from where he was laying in the grass recovering after being tackled so aggressively and his heart sunk to see her so distraught.

"What?! What?!" Eren hurried to his feet and stumbled a step as he runs to embrace her. "What happened?! Why are you crying?!" She looks up to meet his concerned and inquiring gaze with watery eyes, her tears making him cloudy until she blinks them away.

"Someone was mean to me and and -" She coughs suddenly from crying, making her cheeks even hotter with embarrassment. I don't want all this attention! Her foot stomps angrily. "She put gum in my hair!" Dreading the consequences of Annie's actions, Mikasa bursts into tears because she knows that she needs to have this obnoxiously large wad of gum cut from her hair, when she happens to love how long it's grown to barely above the waistline of her long skirt. Eren's blood boils with anger and the look in his eyes is one that only someone close to him would recognize. It somehow made her cry even more to feel validated that what happened was indeed a horrible thing. He sighs deeply to keep his cool and studies at the wad of gum in her hair, holding it carefully in his hand.

"Who did this do you?"

"It-" She sniffles and takes in a few involuntary breaths as her body tries to settle itself, his fingers releasing her gummy hair. "It was Annie. She was telling me to tell you that she thinks you're cute, when she just squished her gum in my hair!" The embarrassed little girl sighed with sorrow as her best friend wrapped his arm around her shoulders and gently brought her in for a hug, letting her cry into his shirt. He glanced up at Jean, who just gave an understanding nod to let him know that it was more than okay for him to skip out.

"Figures," Eren sighed as he rests a hand on the top of her head the way his mother comforts them at home. "Annie asked me the other day if I liked her and I think she meant the like like way, so now she won't leave me alone," He maintains an arm around her shoulder and gives a small wave at his friends while they go over the score together and rehydrate. "Come on, Mika, I'll take you home."

"But I want you to stay here. I can walk home by myself..."

"I know you can, but I want to be there for you when you're, like, sad and bummed out. Those guys understand."

"But why?" Mikasa's voice was soft and her breathing has already begun to settle much to his relief.

"Because you're my best friend and I really really hate seeing you anything but smiling. It's beautiful," Eren smiles at first until he realized what he said, and it make him chuckle awkwardly. "I mean you're beautiful. I-I mean.." But it was too late. His slip of the tongue has already made her giggle amidst her soft sniffling as she wipes the tears staining  her cheeks with her fingers. He swallows hard and his face grows hot, but her laugh always makes him smile. No matter what. "Never mind." She tucks her hair behind her ear and plays with her fingers anxiously.

"You're so funny, Eren.."

"I wasn't really trying to be funny, but thank you." He chuckled as they came up behind his mother outside while she was gardening, who did a double take and immediately dropped her tools in the flowerbed, running over to Mikasa terribly concerned. "Hi, Momma, someone was mean to Miki and put gum in her hair."

"This will never come out!" Mikasa whines, stomping her feet in the grass as she looks down at the wad of gum and hair, trying desperately to untangle the gooey mess with her little fingers to no avail. Carla frowns as she carefully takes the girl's hands in hers and holds them while Eren wipes tears from beneath her eyes. "Aunt Carla, I don't wanna cut it!"

"Mikasa, I'm so sorry.." Carla opens her arms to offer a hug that was happily taken. "This does need to be cut out, ladybug, but it'll be alright. Your hair will grow out before you know it, I promise." She gently pats the little girl's back before pulling away to stand up, offering her hands for both children to take as they followed her inside the house. "Why don't you two wait for me by the sink so I can find a pair of scissors?" She says as they enter the kitchen, their little hands departing from hers while they run to the sink together and little sneakers squeak on the hardwoods. Carla soon comes over with scissors in her hand and a sad look on her face because she has to cut these beautiful raven locks. Mikasa sighs softly as the scissors were positioned to cut above the gummy mush. "Hold still, okay?" Raven hair drops silently on the kitchen floor as the scissors slowly work their way around her head, leaving her with just as luscious shoulder length hair. "You cutie pie, look at you!" Carla smiles as she sets the scissors on the counter and carefully runs her fingers through Mikasa's hair to make certain all of the gum has been removed. The little girl offers a small smile in return as she wipes her tears from beneath her eyes.

"It actually feels good to have my hair cut.."

"I'm so glad that you like it."

"Thank you for fixing my hair. Eren was right, you do have super powers."

"Mikasa!"

"Oh, my sweet baby boy," Carla laughs and brings the embarrassed child in to plant a kiss on his forehead and ruffle his hair. "You’re in desperate need of a haircut as well, but I can take care of that later. Why don't you take Mikasa back to the playground?"

"Will you take me?" The little girl turns to her friend with a hopeful look and he simply grins.

"Will you smile for me?"

"Okay.." Mikasa smiles and found her cheeks to be hot when his face immediately lights up in response. Before she knew it, his hand was in hers and they were well on their way back to the park. It was still hot outside from the midday sun, its blinding rays invading their vision frequently, but Eren still manages to spot blue wildflowers growing along the sidewalk. He stops and his heart races as he picks the flower for her while she's far enough ahead not to notice. "Eren? Where are you?" She hollers, turning in a slow circle to see him running up to her.

"Sorry! I'm right here!"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Eren smiles as his ears grew hot, twisting the tiny flower stem with his fingers behind his back. "I'm great. Are you okay?" He asks as they start walking once more, the park in clear distance.

"I'm..I'm good. Your momma is so nice."

"She's pretty cool, but so is your momma. And your dad is so funny."

"Yeah, he is. Your dad is silly, too." Mikasa giggles, her sneaker kicking a rock out from her path. "I know you're angry at yourself for not being there and I just wanted to say that you don't need to be so hard on yourself. It makes me sad."

"Yeah, well, it's true. I'm sorry Annie is so mean to you now."

"I think she's jealous that you and I are so close."

"Probably, but who needs her? You're way cooler than Annie anyway." Eren smiles, her giggle gracing his ears once more as they make their way to the swing set. She sits gracefully on a swing and he takes the one beside her, still twirling the blue flower he picked for her between his fingers. "Mikasa?" He turns to look at her and swallows hard to gather his nerve.

"Hm?"

"I...I like your hair short," He smiles shyly and they both blush as he scoots his swing closer to hers. "I mean, I like it long, too, but you look really pretty with it short." She grins, his hand raising hesitantly to push hair behind her ear and gently tucked the flower in that gap. But then, Mikasa did something he hadn't ever anticipated her doing and leaned in, clearly feeling slightly unsure as she kisses his blushing cheek.

"Thank you, Eren.."

"You're welcome," He smiles as their swings separate and stands up so he can be behind her. "Can I give you a push?"

"Yeah!" She says excitedly as her legs kick the air.

"Okay," Eren laughs in amusement as he pulls her swing back and pushes her forward. "Here we go!" She giggles as she's pushed, and he can't help but think about how cute she is no matter how hard he tries to fight it.

"Push me higher, Eren! Push me higher!"

"Anything to hear your laugh again." And with that he gives a harder push to her lower back, making the swing soar even higher. She cheers in excitement and giggles as her short raven hair blows in the breeze, holding the blue wildflower safely in her hand against the swing chain so it doesn't get lost. They remained this way for a while, just enjoying each other's company and sharing many laughs knowing that there will be more in the future.