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diefxrguns · 1 year

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𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐓

✯pairings- erwin smith x afab!reader

✯a/n- might be some mistakes, apologies. Do not share on tiktok without my permission. not glamourising pedophilia, Y/N is 18

✯synopsis- your teacher develops strong feelings for a specific girl in his classroom

✯ c/w- smut, teacher x student relationship. choking, spanking, and more- not comfortable? dont read.

"teacher's pet, if I'm so "special. Why am I a secret?" ✧

Your eyes couldn't concentrate on the board infront of you, never in your life have you felt this way for somebody.

Despite all the love letters from boys in your class and offers to go out on dates, boys your age-just didn't do it for you. Ya know.

There was always something about older fellows, but not to old. Maybe 25-35 since you were 18. It was appropriate after all- well for some people atleast.

Your mother would die if she saw the things that kept you up at night, on your laptop a stash of porn videos. All in the same category of porn. You had a thing for manthers, not the creepy pedophilic one's. The men who are like 30 with 20 year old girlfriends. Sounds normal right.

So when your new teacher entered the classroom, you almost fell out of your seat. His arms, his hair, everything about this man was just so fucking sexy.

He wore a blue button up shirt, that was long sleeved, but the sleeves were rolled up a bit- revealing his toned forearms. His pants were black and his blonde hair was combed back.

He had to be in his early 30's, but my God did he look so delicious.

He's an English, History and Biology teacher so he would be teaching you English and History, since those are the classes you had.

He started off by introducing himself, and went straight to work. Instructing the class to open their books on page 116. He got down to business, you could tell he was one- track minded.

His voice was so deep and demanding, but somewhat calm and smooth. He explained the work diligently. Making sure everyone understood the English lesson- before dismissing the class and closing the whiteboard marker.

As the days passed you did nothing but gawk at him, in classes you barley even payed attention. And oh- he knew you weren't listening. How your pretty eyes just stared into space, he knew exactly what you were looking at. He's way smarter then he looks.

There was one particular day, after class. You were looking at him the whole time, and he knew- but it bugged him because exams were coming up and you never took notes once. He knew your grades were sky high, and he didn't want you to fail your examinations. So he called you after class.

" Miss Y/N, please stay behind and take a seat" he said, as you were on your way out the classroom.

" Yes" you said in timid voice because of how shy and slightly intimidated you were

The older man sat on a chair opposite you, his back hunched and his elbows on his knees, he removed his glasses and looked you directly in the eye

" You're not paying attention, you think I don't know, you think I don't see how much you're looking into space during my lessons"

" Mr Smith, I'm really sorry " you said with fake sympathy, in all honesty you didn't give a fuck about his lessons. He's eye candy- who wouldn't look at him.

"Your results went from 93 to 50, your practice test results where lower then I expected. A five star student, became mediocre over night. I advise you tell me what's on your mind Y/N" he said straightening his posture and leaning back, never breaking eye contact with you

" Mr Smith, I've just been distracted lately, ya know, Like something is really troubling me". What you just said was true, something was bugging you. Everytime this fine ass man opens his mouth, breathes or even looks your way you cream your pants, leaving a stain on your lacey panties. That's the real problem.

" Ah, I see. Well, as your teacher I suppose you need to trust me with whatever it is you're going through. You need to get it out of your system so we can work through this" he said

" Well, I...um, i- I got dumped by my ex boyfriend and.. well he, he really hurt me. Its bothered me alot" you lied through your teeth, you never had a boyfriend. You just said that so that Erwin could feel sorry for you.

Immediately Erwin stood up and knelt down to your level, holding your hand gently. In this moment your heart was racing, you didn't know how to react.

What the fuck was actually going on here? Your teacher( crush) was kneeling down holding your hand, this was to much to handle.

" Y/N, I need you to not focus on other boys ok- they're a waste of time, I need you to think about bigger things. Like college and a husband maybe? You need a man that's going to take care of you, love you..."

Your chest was rising up and down as you took intense breathes, he was so close to you. His warmth was radiating off his big body onto your smaller one.

" After school I'll take you to my place, so that I can prepare you for upcoming examinations... Sound ok?" He asked as he stood up fixing his tie and getting his things

" ye-yes, it sounds awesome" you said standing up in a hurry and giving your teacher a big smile.

Everyday afterschool Erwin took you to his home.

He lived in a very spacious house, it was small but modern and fancy. A two story home with two bedrooms and two bathrooms.

He had two cats aswell, a grey one and a white one. Grey one named Oscar and the white one named Bunny.

His home smelled like vanilla and sandalwood, it was clean with grey and white accents. He obviously lived alone, but damn how can such a handsome and astound man be single.

He sat you at the dining room table with your books and tutored you, and helped you make notes for your exams.

He spent three hours after school tutoring you.

You were beyond grateful for this opportunity, because it made you and Erwin closer.

Even though you never really spoke about personal things, subconsciously your souls were somewhat aligned. Almost like you had a connection that you couldn't explain or describe, you just felt comfortable around each other.

A little to comfortable

After examinations, you stopped going to Erwin's home. There was no need afterall, I mean he stopped tutoring you because exams were over.

In all honesty you missed it, you missed him. So one afternoon you went to his house to give him some treats, just to say thank you.

You knocked on his door, patiently waiting for him to open it

And in that very moment your heart shattered, the pain you felt when the door opened, only to be greeted by an older women, her late 20's to be precise. Her ginger/ strawberry blonde hair was wavy and shiny. And her body was curvaceous and slim

Her nails painted red, she wore a tight black dress and heels, with pearls around her neck- and the cherry on top of the cake, was the 24K diamond ring she wore on her ring finger, indicating she is married.

Your face went red, not with anger. But with sadness, you felt like a fucking idiot. Falling for you teacher.

" Oh hello dear, you must be Erwin's student, please come inside. He must be thrilled to see you" she said, in a nice tone of voice as she let you inside

" Erwin! Honey, your student is here to see you" she yelled for her " husband" as she told you to sit and offered you a cup of tea

" Oh my, Y/N. This is rather unexpected. Why have you come?" Erwin asked as he dried his hair, obviously he just came out the shower.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, your eyes were visibly watery indicating you were about to burst into tears.

But you had to suck it up, and pretend like nothing was wrong

" I..I um- I brought you some gifts, just to say thank you for helping me with studying" you said handing him the gift bag

A smile appeared on Erwin's face as he opened the bag filled with chocolates, and sweets . But at the bottom of the gift bag was a letter, expressing your feelings to Erwin- and how you really felt about him.

He opened the letter silently, and reading it rather quickly before clenching his jaw, his smile faded into a puzzling expression. And he looked at you for a mere second before sitting on the barstool next to you.

His wife still making tea for the both of you including herself.

" So Y/N isn't it? How is school treating you?" She asked sitting across from you and Erwin.

" Well... Its, it's, it's great actually. Thanks to Mr Smith, your husband." You said, in a fake- nice tone of voice.

She didn't catch on to your obvious sarcasm but Erwin knew exactly how you felt about her, as said before he's smarter then he looks.

" Oh well, Erwin here isn't my husband, not yet. He's actually my fiance, we're getting married...soon I suppose" she said giving you a smile and sipping on her tea.

" That's wonderful news" you said sipping the tea.

Erwin sat in silence, drinking his tea and staring elsewhere, not daring to make eye contact with you or his fiance.

" Oh my, I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Mari Dawk" she said flashing you another smile.

" You see Smith and I met in our military days, he just caught my eye, he was one with the ladies too. She said waffling on about how her and Erwin met and how they got together. But in all honesty you weren't listening, frankly you didn't care, you were to hurt to listen to these stories.

She talked to much, but she was extremely friendly. You could see why Erwin was engaged to her, Mari would make a wonderful mother.

A few minutes passed and it was time for you to leave. You couldn't spend more time in this house, with Erwin and this woman.

So you said your goodbyes and offered to clean up.

"Can I help with anything, washing my mug?" You asked Mari

" No that won't be necessary Y/N, go home and get some rest it's late " said Erwin in a monotone voice.

You shut the door behind you and made your way home...

A few days passed and your behaviour changed drastically, you barely ate and you no longer enjoyed your usual habits.

You were on a break so you never saw Erwin.

When school was back on, you payed attention in class and actually wrote notes. He noticed your change in attitude towards him.

You no longer smiled at him when you entered to classroom, you no longer greeted him or said goodbye.

It was like you changed...

When the history lesson was over, you were the last student to pack your bag. Getting ready to leave, when Erwin closed the classroom door, locking it

" Why did you lock the door? I need to go home it's afterschool" you said in a cold tone of voice, not looking at him once, packing your textbooks into your backpack.

" Y/N, please stop this little act you're doing. You think I don't what you're up to? " Erwin said standing with his hands in his pockets, a few steps away from you.

" I don't care, if you don't mind I'd like to leave Mr Smith. I don't have time for this. If it isn't about schoolwork I'm not interested" you said

" The letter you wrote to me, well... It made me emotional Y/N" he said stepping closer and closer to you, only inches away

At this point you felt so broken and drained, it wasn't exactly his fault. How was he supposed to know you liked him and besides it's his life, he can't just dump his fiance for you.

" Mr Smith, I appreciate everything you've done. I'm sorry for that letter, I wasn't in the right head space. I just had a small crush, it was nothing serious. Please go back home to your wife and forget everything. " You said tears threatening to spill from your eyes as those words were so hard to say.

You couldn't lie anymore, you loved Erwin Smith. His smile, the way he comforted you and motivated you. His kindness, his leadership, his empathy. Everything about him lured you in. You still had feelings for him, you tried ignoring them and ignoring him. But truthfully you were hooked like a worm on a fishing rod.

As you were about to walk past him, he grabbed your arm. Forcing you back to him, his arm was strong. At this point you couldn't break free from his hold, even if you tried.

He held your waist, and placed a hand on your back rubbing it gently.

Things were getting out of hand, luckily there were no surveillance in his classroom.

" Y/N, I know I hurt you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for leading you on. Truthfully I knew you liked me, I knew from day one. And I liked you too. Not in a daughter way, I like you romantically, I don't have feelings for Mari anymore. She cheated on me with one of my friends, and she came back. The only reason I let her back into my life was because my morals were telling me, that loving you is wrong. " The blonde man said with pain in his voice, he was being serious, he was genuine.

A passionate kiss was placed upon your pink lips as Erwin held you tightly in his arms.

Your hands made their way to his neck, rubbing the back of his neck slowly. Enjoying the kiss.

Erwin began to move his hands from your waist to your ass, lifting up your skirt as he squeezed your cheeks.

He broke away from the kiss

" Do I have your consent Y/N?" He asked as he looked you dead in the eye waiting for you to respond

" Yes, yes you have my consent" you said.

He kissed you even more, before bending you over his desk. Only to pull your panties down

" hmm, won't you look at that hey. All wet for me already, I haven't even touched this pussy yet"

He began rubbing your folds gently, making you whimper from every touch.

Erwin flipped you over, you sat on his large desk with you legs spread for him to see.

He unbuttoned your school shirt and threw it elsewhere.

And unclipped your bra, letting your pretty breasts drop.

He couldn't believe it, the sight of your pretty body, made him so fucking hard.

He gave you a kiss before flipping you back over again and kneeling down to your pussy. His tongue flicked across your already- wet folds, earning moans from you everytime.

He eventually inserted his cock into your pussy, fucking you slowly at first. Gradually he fucked you even faster, causing you to moan loudly.

Echo's could be heard throughout the empty classroom, as well as moans and pants.

The both of you came a few times, before deciding it'll be best to leave the school, before you both got caught doing your lewd activities.

And after cleaning up the classroom and getting dressed, Erwin grabbed you and kissed you once again

The words " I love you" falling from his lips

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marsbutterfly · 2 years

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The Infected

Extra Chapter: What If?

Summary: In a world where the apocalypse never happened, you simply live your life as a regular college student.

Warnings: nsfw, fem!reader, vaginal fingering, oral sex, praising (good girl).

a/n: This is it, the final chapter of my first series. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to every single one of you who took the time to read this, it means the world to me.

Wattpad! | AO3! | Word Count: 12.2k

← The Bad Place

“Ok everybody, let’s take five minutes to hydrate and rest!” You say excitedly, shuffling your pom-poms around. Cheerleading practice has always been one of your favorite activities, especially on days like these, when finals are over and the only event left is the big game.

You grab a towel from your bag and begin patting your forehead, getting rid of the sweat drops before they can make it to your eyes. A hand touches your shoulder gently and you turn around to see Nanaba, one of the main players on the football team.

She offers you a bottle of your favorite Gatorade flavor and you smile at her in return. The liquid slides down your throat and you can’t help but moan happily. You can tell she is about to make some sort of joke but the voice dies in her throat.

“Are you ok?” You ask and she nods, pointing at the figure rushing towards you at full speed.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” Hanji screams from the top of her lungs.

You watch as she trips over her untied laces and falls to the ground, her backpack striking her head at full force. Before anyone could offer her help, she was already back on her feet and cleaning the dirt off of her clothes, clearly laughing at herself.

When she’s close enough, she wraps her arms around you, pulling you in for an embrace as if you hadn’t seen each other in years when, in fact, it had been 15 hours.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, picking out a few specks of dirt out of her hair. With a smile, she pulls away and positions her backpack in front of her body, supporting it with her knee.

“I wanted to make sure you were eating!” She says, pulling crumbled papers out of the bag and throwing them on the floor. It takes a few seconds but she finally finds what she was looking for: an energy drink and some protein snacks.

You feel your cheeks burn. She hands you the food and you gladly take it, not wanting to admit that you forgot to eat before training. Hanji makes a point to touch your hand before you take the food away.

“Thank you.” You say and she nods, giving you a quick peck on the lips.

“I want you at your best.” She responds, closing the bag and hooping her arm against the right strap. You look down at your white shoes, hoping to hide a bit of the embarrassment you are feeling but she quickly places her fingers underneath your chin, propping your head back up. “I’ll be watching from the bleachers.”

“For emotional support?” You ask, watching as she runs towards the empty seats.

“ALWAYS!” Is her response and you laugh.

“All right everyone, from the top!” You scream, turning around and waving your pom-poms around. A wave of grunts fills your ears in response but they get into position nevertheless.

You press the button on your phone screen and the blaring sound escapes the speakers, the song begins playing once more, a contagious rhythm mixed with the fashionable choreography.

The routine itself wasn’t demanding until the very few beats of the song where the squad had to throw you in the air and catch you in a pyramid. You still hadn’t gotten that one final movement correctly and the idea itself was enough to freak you out.

But this time you had your lucky charm with you, watching from the bleachers as she spins around a noisemaker or pumping her fists in the air with the melody. She was trying her best to include herself in your world and she does so with a smile on her face.

When the last chorus of the song starts playing, your heart begins to beat faster in your chest, your breathing becoming more irregular as a few drops of cold sweat drip down the side of your head.

From a distance, you can see as Hanji pushes her body forward, the notebook that she was writing on resting above her knees as her eyes are glued to your figure. Time moves by slowly and everything feels like it is in slow motion.

Though you are terrified of the final jump, you do it anyway. At the same time, your teammates throw your body in the air, and you leap out of their hands, landing a backflip while Hanji yells your name, their nails digging into the skin of their hands in a nervous state.

The world now turns upside down as you are in midair and, for a second, you notice that the necklace that once rested around your neck is nearly falling off. Instead of reaching for it, you focus on not falling down, though you make a mental note to pinpoint the location where it lands.

Finally, you extend your right leg and find the balance to stretch your left one up, never once stopping the movements of your pom-poms. From a few yards away, you hear Hanji’s ecstatic screaming, the excitement in her voice awakening butterflies that once lay dormant.

As you stand on the top of the pyramid, you feel like you are on top of the world. For a few seconds, you simply take in the view of the football team preparing for the big game tonight, they throw the ball to each other as a warming exercise and you smile.

Then you move your vision to the left to meet Hanji’s bright, brown eyes. A few happy tears form in yours and you can’t keep them in, they drip down your cheek onto the head of the person underneath you.

When the music stops, you bring your arms down the side of your body, eyes going through the freshly cut grass on the ground before you leap down onto it, bending your knees as your feet touch the floor in an attempt to cushion the fall.

Your blood rushes through your veins, your heartbeat pounding in your ear. The grass contrasts with your training uniform and the air rushes through your hair, your vision is blurred by the bright sunlight and all you can do to protect yourself is bring your forearm up to cover your eyes.

“You did it!” Hanji’s voice becomes louder as she runs towards you once more, her books hanging from her open backpack. You don’t have time to wrap her in your arms before your teammates have already abruptly grabbed ahold of your body, lifting you in the air.

Ultimately, you do feel Hanji’s hand squeezing your ass and you shake your head. They pump you in the air a few times, celebrating the accomplishment and, ultimately, the end of training

before the big game.

You can’t help yourself but smile, proud of yourself for being able to perform the difficult maneuver you have been practicing for the past couple of months, proud of your friends for being able to support you throughout the entire process, and proud of Hanji, for finally doing her homework as she watches you practice.

First, you reach inside your bag to pull out a pair of jeans, which you glide through the sweat of your legs with a certain level of difficulty, though you are more than used to it. Then, you wipe the sweat off of your back before placing a hoodie on, finally, remove the skirt you were wearing for practice and the pair of dirty white shoes and replace them with a pair of blue flip flops.

As you pack your things to go back into your dorm, a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a head rests on your back. Her curly hair sticks to the skin of your neck like glue due to the amount of sweat but she doesn’t seem to mind it at all.

You have a very specific order that you must follow when placing your stuff back in your bag. In an empty plastic bag, you place any dirty towels on the very bottom, alongside your dirty training shoes. Secondly, you place your training skirt on top of it, and following you deposit any remaining clean towels on top.

Then, you proceed to put your water bottle and any sort of trash inside the backpack, a way to remind yourself to wash the container and throw away the empty snack wrappers.

Before leaving, the last thing you have to do is give a quick speech to get everyone motivated. So you hop onto the white bench, your flip-flops squeaking from a mixture of your sweat and the water from the grass.

“Everyone.” You scream and it catches the eye of not only your squad but also every other student around you. Embarrassment settles in the pit of your stomach but you don’t allow it to stop you, after all, you didn’t become captain of the cheerleaders by being embarrassed.

“This was our last practice before the big game.” You say, a hint of stutter in your words so you look for Hanji in the crowd. She has her hands together in front of her face and nods, giving you the encouragement to continue. “Everybody here has been doing their best from the start and

I’m very grateful to have all of you on my team. I’ll see you all later and, to the girls, don’t forget to put your hair in pigtails, and boys, don’t forget to wear the matching socks I gave you last week.”

A silence takes over the crowd as they nod, though it isn’t awkward in the slightest. It actually feels quite nice to know that they understand you. “That’s all.” You say and they all smile at you before beginning to go their own way.

“I need a shower!” You exclaim, taking Hanji’s hand on yours as she assists you in getting down from the bench. She comes closer to you and leans in, for what you seem to think is a kiss, so you close your eyes, waiting for her lips to meet yours, though it never happens.

Instead, she takes in a whiff of your body odor, “Yeah, you do.”

Your jaw hangs open, shaken by the words that have just left her mouth. You blink a couple of times, struck by the audacity. “How dare you.” You respond in a joking manner and she laughs.

“I’m just agreeing with you.” She says, her grip on your hand tightening. She squeezes exactly three times, a silent manner she developed to say “I love you” silently while in public. You return the gesture.

From the bench, Hanji takes your backpack and places it on her shoulders, right above hers. She doesn’t complain about how heavy it is or how tired she is because she knows how hard you have been practicing.

Not only that, she knows how stressed you have been since taking the chemistry exam not too long ago. You studied hard for it and, even though you have a good feeling about it, you can’t help but feel anxious.

Things at home haven’t been great since you got a call from your mother’s assistant to hear her as she talks about how embarrassed by you she is and how she wishes she had a second family, regretting having you as her only child.

So you keep trying to distract yourself, spending more time with Hanji as you try to wipe away all the bad memories you have of that woman. And your girlfriend makes damn sure that you are happy and ok.

So, with your hand still on hers, Hanji laces your fingers together and begins swinging your arms around, making sure every person who walks by is able to see that you are together. A smile on her face as she hums the song you were just performing.

“What do you want to do before class?” You ask, walking through the area where the grass has been stepped on so many times that it has formed a path. Without letting go of your hand, Hanji shifts so now her body is in front of yours, just mere inches away.

“That depends.” Her warm breath hits your face and you gently bite your lower lip, the most impure of thoughts going through your mind. “How nervous are you?”

“I mean, I want to put on a brave face but that would be a lie.” You respond, your free hand reaching for her smooth face as you use your thumb to caress her skin. You lower the volume of your voice, “I’m fucking scared.”

“Then perhaps I have just the thing for you.” She says, lips ghosting above yours. Hanji begins to pull you towards the dormitory, reaching in your pocket for the key to your room. Luckily, most of the rooms were already empty so nobody would see how your shirt barely even made it to the elevator.

She pushes you against the metal surface, your shirt tucked into her back pocket as her lips eagerly collide with yours with a mixture between hunger and lust. It’s an intense kiss, filled with all the love you feel towards each other.

Her left-hand grabs a tight hold onto your hips, leaving behind the print of the key she holds in her palm while the other is tucked in your hair, tugging at it with such force that it brings a moan out of your throat, against her lips.

When the ding of the elevator can be heard, you silently thank whatever God is out there that you were able to get a room two doors down from the lift. Though your lips are still engaging in a kiss, Hanji’s eyes are open to guide you over to your dorm.

She grunts in annoyance while attempting to open the door, so she simply pulls away from you. Your eyes remain closed as you feel Hanji lift your body off of the ground, hands tenderly holding your ass to support your body and you wrap your legs around her.

Quickly, she unlocks the door and kicks it open. The whole exchange only lasts a few seconds, but the way Hanji so easily supports your body up is enough to cause heat to begin pooling in your underwear.

Hanji uses her foot to shut the door before gently placing you on top of the bed. She then proceeds to throw your bag onto the other corner of the room and you hear a loud crashing sound as it hits the floor.

A smile on your lips as you look up at her, her shirt already flying over her head as she bends down to kiss you again, your hands eagerly reaching for her hair and ultimately becoming stuck on the tangles.

The sports bra she wears matches the color of your underwear and you giggle to yourself, appreciating the little details she notices and how much effort she puts in. Before you guide your eager hands to remove the piece of clothing, you notice how much time she has been struggling with your bra.

“Look,” she says, straightening her back, “You look hot. Really, really hot in that bra, but if I could tear it apart right now I would.”

“Baby, it’s ok, I got you.” You whisper, bringing your hands behind your own back. It takes you less than three seconds to unhook the hinges though you decide to use the opportunity to tease her a little bit.

Slowly, you hook your fingers on one side of the straps and begin pulling them down. While her eyes are fixated on your every movement, Hanji gets rid of her own pants, hands trembling in excitement, hoping to get a handful of your breasts.

When one side is down and the fabric becomes looser, you have to use your forearm to support it up and not expose yourself. Hanji scratches the back of her hand before curling her fingers around her wrist, one hand imitating the motion of a squeeze.

“Are you in a hurry?” You ask, batting your eyelashes at her. She nearly shuts her eyes, staring right into your soul, and your body trembles with desire.

“To touch those boobies?” She responds with a question and before you know it, she is already responding, “Yes.”

So you decide to put her out of her misery and throw away the bra. She barely has any time to touch your breasts before you are ripping apart, literally, her sports bra. The now ripped cloth hangs from her boobs and her mouth is now open as she stares at you, never realizing you were so strong.

“Damn,” is the only thing she is able to say before throwing herself in your arms. She straddles you with her legs, the apple watch on her wrist going off as someone, probably Moblit, texts her nonstop.

Hanji grunts in annoyance before ignoring the texts and placing the object on mute. “Maybe it’s important.” You try to say before her lips crash against yours, her tongue invading your mouth in search of your own, while silently attempting to shut you up.

At that moment, you realize that the most important thing in the world for her is you. Hanji gently pushes you down on the bed before laying her body on top of yours.

Her fingers go through the dimples of your hips and time seems to stop moving for a moment. The feeling that there are only the two of you in this world fills your hearts as they beat as one, Hanji’s heart has always been connected with yours since the very first moment your eyes locked together.

Lips ghosting above yours before her face finds its home in the space of your collarbones, she begins to plant a few kisses and licks on the area, leaving behind gentle red marks as a result of the suckling.

You moan her name quietly, fingers going through the knots of her hair. Slowly, her lips fall to your exposed nipples as you arch your chest, giving her a better access to the area. She wraps her mouth around the bud, tongue going through it as your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure.

One of Hanji’s hands remains on your hip while the other makes its way down towards the space in between your legs. Her fingers brush against the fabric of your underwear and a sound escapes your throat, no more than a mere gasp.

Your arms wrap around her neck as she brings her head back up, eyes meeting yours once more and you can see the clear resemblance between a freshly poured cup of coffee reflected in the color of her orbs.

She slowly stops her fingers on the edge of the clothing item, silently asking for permission to touch you. Not wanting to come across as desperate (though failing miserably), you nod and beg, “Yes. Please, yes.”

Hanji brings her lips back and soon they collide with yours, tongues swirling around each other with undeniable passion and you nearly get lost in the feeling. You wish you could call her lips velvety and smooth but, in reality, Hanji’s lips were harsh and chapped from the lack of chapstick. You love kissing her regardless.

Before moving her hand further down, Hanji hooks her thumb to the edge of your underwear and pulls it down, revealing your already soaked core to her. In an attempt to assist, you wiggle out of the cloth. With care, she uses her middle and ring fingers of her right hand to touch the opening of your pussy.

“Is this all for me?” She teases and you look away in embarrassment, biting your lower lip in an attempt to shut yourself up. Especially when Hanji pushes the tips of her fingers inside of you, hoping to drag a loud moan out.

You don’t respond, your brain not being able to coherently form any thoughts. So, in the “hopes” of giving you a push, Hanji pulls her fingers away from your slit and you whine, mouthing the words “you’re so mean,” only to receive a devious smirk in response.

“It’s always for you, baby.” You finally find the courage to respond.

“Good girl,” Hanji says in a hushed tone, fingers slipping inside of you with such ease that it is almost embarrassing. You bend your knee as your other leg slips through the fabric of the sheets.

When she seals the distance between your lips once more, she uses her hand on your hips to guide your body slightly down, hoping that you would take the hint and fuck yourself on her fingers. No words are needed for you to understand.

Hanji nibbles on your bottom lip, trapping it in between her teeth as she pulls on it gently. You shift your hands from their place behind her neck to bring them towards her face, your thumbs brushing against her cheeks once again.

Your breathing is heavy and it matches Hanji’s. Allowing her to guide your movements, you begin to move in such a way that her fingers inside of you have no need to move. Butterflies fly around the lower region of your abdomen as you remove one hand from her face and place it on the headboard, making it easier for you to fuck yourself on her.

She curls her fingers inside of you, knowing that your heart would be too flustered to beat, and was she right. For a second, maybe even less, you feel the beating in your chest stop, and your face twists with pleasure.

Hanji thrust her fingers in and out of your pussy in quick succession, the slick sounds of your pussy filled her ears and she could contain the devious, yet delighted, smirk that took place on her lips. She was always there, always at the back of your mind and coming to the forefront when heat began to trickle into your stomach.

She spreads your legs further apart, pressing her fingers in deeper and it results in you throwing your head back. You feel right on the edge, your entire body feels on fire in a good sort of way. Hanji’s mouth finds its way back to your nipple, tongue swirling around while she gently nibbles on the area.

Hanji pressed the palm of her hand against your clit and you arch yourself up to grind against it, her fingers curled against your g-spot. You feel the dam breaking, your legs feel ready to give out and your body feels feverish.

“Are you going to come for me?” Hanji whispers and you nod, continuously moving your hips as to fuck yourself on her fingers.

“If you keep doing this, then yes.” You respond. She shifts angles so her fingers go as deep inside of you as they can, the tip of her digits deliciously brushing against your softest spot. She speeds up her movements and, even though you can tell her arm is starting to hurt, she doesn’t slow down even one bit.

She wants you all to herself, to be the one behind your every scream of pleasure in the middle of the night.

The pleasure that builds in the lower region of your stomach grows deeper before it expands through your entire body, like fireworks going off at a new years’ eve party. The wave of your

orgasm debilitates all of your bodily functions for a few seconds.

You tighten your walls around Hanji’s fingers as they continue to pump inside of you, though a little slower than before as she drags your orgasm for as long as she can. Once finished, you pulsate around her, unable to control it.

“I love you” She whispers, pulling her fingers out from inside of you as slowly as she possibly can only to hear the delicious sounds you make when they are completely out. She proceeds to bring her digits up to your mouth and you open wide, taking them in.

Your tongue goes through her fingers and you taste yourself on her, every last drop of your juices that once rested on her is now sucked by your mouth and she smiles at it, rubbing her legs together in the hopes of pleasuring herself.

“Aww, are you excited?” You ask her, only to receive a glare in response. Hanji wraps one leg around yours, her core so wet that it comes through the underwear and the warm liquid immediately comes in contact with your exposed skin.

“You’re just so fucking hot.” Hanji purrs, moving her hips so her pussy is grinding up against your leg. Using one of your hands, you press against her lower back, guiding her movements and her breathing becomes shallow.

In one swift move, you switch positions so now she is on the bottom. She looks up at you with admiring eyes, her heart beating faster than before as the butterflies in her stomach begin to fly around the rest of her body, causing a tingling sensation to make its way through her veins.

You plant a quick kiss on her forehead and she uses the opportunity to nuzzle her face in the space between your breasts. She whiffs your skin for dear life, filling her nostrils with your skin and it tickles the area.

Lips ghosting above hers, you begin moving down, your tongue licking each individual part of her six-pack abs that, to this day, you have no idea how she got it seeing that never once has she gone to the gym.

When your face is in between her thighs, she closes her legs shut to trap your head in the area and, instead of complaining, you fully take in the smell of her pussy. It’s something you are addicted to, the way it smells, the way it sounds, but especially the way it tastes.

The tip of your tongue goes through the bud and Hanji arches her back, hips pushing forward in search of more contact with your mouth, which you gladly provide her with. You place her clit perfectly in the center and begin moving it from side to side.

Her left hand is buried underneath the pillow while the right one grasps at your hair, guiding you like a rope around a horse’s neck, it does the trick. That way, she can let you know exactly what places feel the best and how she wants you to act.

You begin to eat her in earnest, alternating between flicking your tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex and laving the flat of your tongue over her folds. Your grip on her is firm, keeping her in place so you can fasten your lips to her cunt and suck. Her keening cries echo in the room like music in his ears.

There’s nothing Hanji wants more than to have your cold fingers contrasting with the warm skin of her aching cunt, so she whines and begins pushing her hips up in search of a speechless way of begging you for such contact.

In response, you release one of her thighs so you can bring your hand down and push two fingers into the slick, warm channel of her cunt. You curl them, pressing into that soft spot behind her pubic bone. She tenses, clenching around your fingers as you suck her clit between your teeth.

There's a burst of heat and she falls off the edge with a sob, pussy clenching and spasming as white-hot pleasure burns her blood. You pull your fingers away and replace them with your tongue, shoving deep so you can taste every ounce of her sweet release.

Her eyes are locked down on you, watching closely your every move while she still clutches her

asscheeks. Hanji still rides a few waves of aftershocks from her orgasm.

With the back of your wrist, you wipe away the remainder of her release. The lust in her eyes begins to dim down and it is now replaced with an undeniable warmth and the ultimate desire to be wrapped in your embrace.

“How are you feeling?” She asks, opening her arms to take you in. Your body lays on top of hers and it crushes her in the nicest way possible.

“A lot better.” You reassure her and she smiles, packing at your lips gently. It doesn’t get deeper than a simple lock of lips but that is all you both craved at that very moment. “Thank you.”

You can feel as your eyelids become heavy, the comforting sensation of Hanji’s hug and your still lingering orgasm washing over you, and the decision to take a nap before class becomes clear.

It’s a dreamless sleep and you barely notice that you have given into it, but you wake up to the sound of Hanji’s alarm going off and the ringtone of your phone playing non-stop as Moblit calls you.

You yawn and Hanji, in her half-asleep state, wipes a few tears away from her eyes. Dragging yourself off of the bed, you toss her the watch that once rested on the floor and she texts Moblit back saying that you will be there in five minutes.

Watching closely, you observe as she places the pillow on top of her face and lets out a scream. A giggle bubbles up in your chest as you throw a new set of clothes at her, clothes you wish you could say belonged to you but, at this point in your relationship, it’s more of a shared closet than anything.

Either way, once you are fully dressed once more, you reach for your backpack, taking out all of the objects you had used for practice, throwing dirty towels in the laundry and the wrappers in the trash.

Next, you shake it out upside down in case any specs of dirt have fallen inside and a few pieces of grass fall to the ground. The last step is reaching for your notebook, laptop, and book necessary for the class.

While you are doing all that to get ready, Hanji fucks around on her phone, laughing at a funny video she saw on TikTok and, as usual, you are the one to pack her bag for class. Not that she takes it for granted, but she simply doesn’t care enough to do it herself.

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“Ughhhh can’t we just skip this class?” Hanji asks as you drag her by the hand towards the room. “It’s literally the last one.”

“And that’s why we have to go!” You respond, tugging her gently every time she attempts to stop her feet from moving. “I want to know my grade! I studied really hard.”

“I know why you want to go.” She says, “But why do I have to go?”

“Because you can get your grade too?” You say and she grunts in response, “Because you love me?” You try again. Her grunting only grows louder but she finally begins to walk to class willingly, solemnly for the sake of seeing a smile on your face.

In front of the door stand Levi and Erwin, who patiently wait for the two of you so you can sit side by side as usual during the class. Coming from behind them is an injured Moblit, who drags his hurt leg behind his body.

Once you finally manage to get close enough, Erwin replaces you and picks Hanji’s body up, throwing her over his shoulder as he carries her into the room. You and the remaining two boys exchange looks before following him.

She tries to fight him off but with little to no success. Eventually, she gives up and accepts her fate, sitting by your side with a pout on her face. Loud voices fill the class as more students arrive, waiting for the professor. You look around rapidly, analyzing the faces you’ve grown to know over the past 6 months.

You call your friend group closer, making sure they will be able to hear your whispers, “Those three look like absolute shit.” You say while gesturing towards three students who sit slumped over at their desks with saliva dripping down their mouths.

Surprisingly, Levi is the one to look at them and disgust takes over his features. “Ugh, they have vomit on the corner of their mouths and clothes. Pathetic.”

“Probably hungover.” Moblit whispers back, “I heard there was a big party yesterday celebrating the end of classes.”

“And there is going to be another one later tonight.” You respond, pulling Hanji’s arm onto your side of the shared desk. With a sharpie, you begin to draw a few random shapes and letters, a few hearts, some I love yous, and, of course, a couple of dicks.

“Yet, we are trapped here for 2 more hours until freedom,” Hanji complains and you simply roll your eyes, already done with her little tantrum. Though she does seem pleased to have her skin touched by the pen in your hand.

Once the professor enters the room, all voices quiet down and the students who once sat on their tables now find their correct seats. The ones suffering from hangovers attempt to sit up but, from what you can tell, the brightness of the room is too much for their pounding heads, so they end up laying back down onto the table.

Time feels like it’s moving backward and you force yourself to remain awake, listening to the professor as he rumbles about shitty grades and lazy students, the usual speech before handing exams out.

Levi fidgets with a pencil while Erwin follows his lead, doing the exact same thing. Moblit quietly draws on the last page of his notebook, not bothering anyone but also not bothered enough to pay attention to the man before him.

Hanji’s head rests on the palm of her hand. She gave in to the laziness not five minutes into the lesson so now she simply sleeps by your side and you try and make sure she won’t snore in class again.

You continue your scribbles on her arm with one hand, while using the dominant one to rip a small piece of paper off of your notebook and write a message on it before passing it to Moblit.

“Are you ok?”

He giggles and looks at you as he mouths the words: What are you? 12? And you laugh quietly in response. The actions attract the nasty looks of your professor and you apologize, looking down at Hanji’s stained skin.

Your girlfriend, who is now barely awake, sits back up on the chair, back slouching forward while crossing her arms around her chest. She shoots you a look to let you know she’s a little bit jealous so you lay your head on her shoulder while waiting for a response, arm tightly wrapping around hers and it stains your own skin.

The paper makes its way back to you with the reply, “Yeah, I just fucked up my back.”

As you begin writing another message, all three sick students fall to the ground in perfect synchrony. In response, the rest of the class burst into laughter, and the sound fully awakened Hanji.

You can see the rage in the professor’s eyes as he looks at them, he places the exams he was about to return back on the table and crosses his arms. “Haha, real funny. Get the fuck back up.”

When he gets not a single word in response, the man takes one step closer, placing his hand on the boy’s shoulder to help him up, “Mike, are you alright?”

Instead of saying anything, he simply groans. His body seems a bit unstable as he stands up, one eye shut as he attempts to adjust his vision to the room’s lighting. A rushed figure makes its way toward him and it takes you a second to realize it’s Nanaba who looks just as hungover as him.

She takes a few seconds to pull herself together, thoroughly swallowing every little bit of vomit that tries to come back up her throat. “Sorry, sir,” is all she’s able to say before turning her head onto the side, every drop of alcohol that she drank the night before coming back up.

Whoever had the unfortunate luck of sitting in the “splash zone” ended up running away as soon as they realized how pale her face was.

The last student to fall finally stands up, a bottle of what you assumed was water in his hand, only to realize by the smell of it that it was, in fact, a combination of vodka and tequila without a single drop of soda or juice as a mixer.

You share a look with Hanji, horrified by the situation. Her mouth hangs open while you cover yours with the palm of your hand, Levi rests his face on Erwin’s shoulder, trying to hide his view so he won’t have to deal with the situation. Moblit just lays his head on the table, trying not to get sick.

A loud sigh comes from the right and the blonde girl who acts as the class president stands up. She uses her middle finger to adjust her glasses as she takes a few steps forward, collecting the first hungover man.

“I’ll take them to the infirmary,” Rico informs the teacher, and the man nods. “Come on, Nanaba.” She says a little louder than she had to, probably to mess around with those who had an immeasurable headache. The other blonde woman grunts, standing up with unstable legs.

Finally, she reaches Mike, who can barely walk but refuses any sort of help from anyone but his girlfriend. So Nanaba wraps an arm around his waist while the other she uses to grab ahold of his wrist that rests on her shoulder.

The four of them make their way out of the classroom and the professor uses his phone to call in some assistance so somebody would clean up the small vomit pile left behind by the blonde girl. It’s a disgusting scenario but he decides to continue his lesson nevertheless.

The whole show took around an hour so now only 30 minutes are remaining in this class. Only thirty minutes separate you from the freedom you crave so desperately.

“Alright, so we have only three students who reached 100% on this exam.” He says, licking the tip of his finger as he goes through the pages, handing them out. Finally, he reaches the back of the room where you are sitting.

First, he hands one of the pieces of paper to Erwin, who happily sits with a 95%. After that, comes Levi, one of the three students with 100%. Then with a bit of anger in his eyes, he hands Hanji’s exam back and, in red ink, is a 100%. You knew that deep down, the man hated her for how lazy she was and how high her grades always were.

Then comes Moblit, who has a few tears in his eyes. You look over his shoulder to realize his paper says 92%.

“That’s still really good!” You try to cheer him up. He gives you a weak smile before crumbling the paper into a ball and shoving it deep into his bag. Moblit covers his face with the palm of his hands as he tries to hide the tears that so reluctantly drip down his face.

“I studied so hard for this.” He says, wiping away the droplets. “My parents are going to kill me.”

“Moblit, it’s a 92. You’ll be ok.”

“Not everybody has perfect parents like you.” He spits out in anger and you remove your hand from his back, retreating into your seat. The light in your eyes quickly fades as you remember the phone call you received from your mother not too long ago, so you simply look down. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be taking out my frustration on you.”

“You can crash at my house for a few days if you don’t want to go home.” You offer him and he nods, a smile appearing on his face.

“I would like that very much, thank you.” He pats you on the back, pulling you in for a side hug. You know how strict his parents are and a 92 might actually mean you won’t be able to see him for a few weeks, so you want to offer him as much comfort as you can at the moment.

Finally, the professor stands in front of you and you realize all the saliva in your mouth has completely dried out. A gush of air tries to make its way down your throat with no success, your hands are clammy and trembling as you reach for the paper.

“Congratulations, y/n.” He says and immediately, you flip the paper. There it is, in blue sharpie and a star sticker right next to you. 100%. You did it. All the study sessions and nights cramming for the exam were worth it so you can’t help but let out a sigh of relief, a few teardrops coming from your eyes as Hanji’s hand goes through your back, a smile on her face.

“I am so proud of you.” She says, planting a kiss on your cheek. You gasp for air as the tears continue to fall and you realize that this is the first time you have actually allowed yourself to cry since your mother’s secretary told you about her second family.

There are so many feelings bottled up inside of your chest that you simply let it all spill out in the form of tears from getting the result you so desperately craved. Hanji brings her lips closer to your ear, her voice is soothing and quiet as she whispers to you a verse of a song you have been listening to repeatedly.

“This world is cruel, but even so I still love you.” She says and you can’t help but cry harder. You slam the paper down on the table and all eyes fall on you, not that you say anything and, instead, you stand up while pulling Hanji’s body up with you.

You wrap your arms around her neck before sealing your lips together. Her hand slowly travels towards your hips as she grabs hold of your jeans, squeezing the area firmly. It isn’t an extravagant kiss with tongue and explicit PDA, instead, it’s but a simple kiss, your lips are sealed together like glue, though neither of you moves.

It’s not until the professor threatens to change your grade that you pull away, the waterfalls have stopped falling down on your face and you now have a smile spread over your lips.

You decide right there that the lesson is over, so you grab your bag and, with Hanji’s hand in yours, you run out of the classroom. Following closely behind, are three sets of footsteps who refused to be left behind.

Once you reach the top of the small hill, you spread your arms open and allow yourself to fall on your back against the grass. The oak tree provides you with a shade and your friends quickly imitate your actions, forming a long chain.

Erwin’s head rests on Levi’s chest, who is holding hands with Moblit while Hanji’s hand is on his hair and finally, her head rests on your shoulder.

“It’s a beautiful day today.” You point out to break the silence but nobody says another word in response, only a few grunts in agreement. “I can’t believe we almost wasted it in that classroom.”

“Well, you did want to know what your grade was,” Levi says, his words are closely followed by a hushed whisper, something along the lines of “you could have just looked online,” to which was immediately shushed by Erwin’s elbow colliding with his ribs.

“Ugh, can we not talk about grades?” Moblit groans, covering his eyes with the back of his forearm. Angrily, he begins throwing punches at the air, though it didn’t have the same effect as hitting a real object, it was better than damaging his hand.

“How are we celebrating the end of classes?” You ask, propping your body up on your arms to look at your friends. In the meantime that it took for them to respond, you analyze the scene of all their bodies crumbled together

“Nanaba told me she and the others on the football team are going to throw a huge after-party once the game is over.” Moblit says, eyes now focusing on the movement of the leaves above his head, “The party is going on whether they win or not.”

“Then that’s what we are doing later today,” Erwin responds and a comforting silence fills the atmosphere once more. It’s not until a ding comes from Levi’s phone that the bond between your bodies is broken.

“Holy shit!” He exclaims loudly, quickly bringing his body up and he now sits on the grass, “My Roomba is here!”

“Let’s go grab it from the mailroom,” Erwin says with the same amount of excitement in his voice, what he failed to realize is that Levi was already standing up and rushing towards the room in question.

He grabs both his and Levi’s bag, rushing after the shorter man who is much faster. He does manage to look back at the remaining three and smile, waving his arm towards you. You giggle, lying back down on the grass.

Moblit, who is fully asleep, begins to snore and nuzzle his head against Hanji’s hand, feeling as she plays with his hair. With her free arm, she wraps it around your shoulders and the warmth emanating from her body plus the sun hitting you from the space in between the leaves is enough to lull you into a slumber as well.

It’s a dreamless sleep for the most part, up until the end. Images of horror begin to fill your brain, of a world where zombies have taken over, where you lost Moblit and Hanji, Erwin lost his arm and things were simply as awful as they could be.

When you wake up, you realize the one you are hugging is Moblit and you can’t help but let out a shriek in surprise. The man opens his eyes and, when he notices his arms around your waist, he too shrieks in response.

For a few seconds, the two of you scream at each other but soon, all the loud gasps are replaced by laughter. You pull your phone out of your back pocket to see a picture of you and Moblit hugging and a text message from Hanji.

“You two looked adorable, couldn’t bring myself to wake you up.”

Still laughing at the situation, you begin to dial her phone number and proceed to press the green button. “Where the fuck are you?”

“I came to the commissary mini-mart to get some snacks for the party.” She says and you can hear coins shuffling in the background on her end. “It’s rude to show up empty-handed.”

“Hanji, we are literally bringing three bottles of tequila, what are you talking about?” Moblit says, loudly enough so she will be able to hear him. Immediately, the sound of shuffling bags stops, and you can’t help but hold back a burst of laughter.

“Look, I had money I needed to spend before it expired and I bought snacks,” She says as she begins to make her way back to her room.

“I’ll never say no to snacks,” Moblit says, laying his head back on the grass. Not missing a beat, Hanji responds.

“They are not for you.” She says, “They are for y/n.”

Though she informs you that the only reason for her purchase is the currency’s expiration date, you know that deep down the only reason she has spent such a high amount on it is because she ate all of your study snacks, so she is buying you some not so healthy options as a replacement.

It’s endearing. The way Hanji is always looking out for you, even if she eats all of your snacks, even if she draws happy faces on your books and even if she won’t let you study in peace, she does it all with a charming smile on her lips and a warm embrace as a treat.

“I need to get a change of clothes and I’ll meet you when you get back to your dorm, ok?” Hanji says and you hum in agreement.

“Sounds like a plan.” That’s the last thing you say before she purses her lips, making kissy noises on her end of the phone, the sounds are quickly replaced by the beeping signifying the end of the call.

You sit up once more, crossing your legs in front of your body while watching as a couple of small groups of teenagers visit the university for the first time. The first group: in front of everyone rests a blonde boy with glasses, he takes notes on everything that happens around him and is constantly asking questions.

Behind him, there’s a girl wearing all black from head to toe and a blonde one with a guitar on her back holding hands with her and you can’t help but think about what a cute couple they form.

Right behind them, walks an ordinary boy. Nothing calls your attention about the way he looks, but when he shoots you a glance, you notice how beautiful his green eyes are. You smile and wave at him and, in response, he repeats the same gestures.

The second group is a little bigger than the first. At the front, rests a girl with long black hair, she seems unamused by the way everything looks but still allows herself to have fun when laughing at her friends' jokes.

Behind her, comes a blonde jock and the tallest seventeen-year-old you have ever seen in your life. They seem quite close by the way that the smaller one holds both of their backpacks and forcefully feeds his friend the ice cream they received at the entrance.

At the very end, there are four teenagers. A bald one, a boy who resembles the ordinary one from the first group though with a little bit of glam added to it, another boy with freckles on his face and a notebook and his hands, and, lastly, a girl with three popsicles in her hands.

A warm feeling takes over your chest and you feel like you know them, they look so familiar yet so different from what you had seen in your dreams. So you simply shake your head, pushing away any ridiculous thoughts on the matter.

When you stand up, Moblit grunts. “I think I’m going to stay here for a little while longer.”

“What about your back?” You inquire, pointing at him with your index finger. He shrugs.

“Meh, I’ll be fine.” He says, readjusting on the floor so his bruise isn’t coming in direct contact with the hard surface. He reaches for his bag and places it underneath his head, using the object as a pillow.

You watch as the rays of sunlight gently hit his face and he looks at peace, for the first time in however long. So you just nod, grabbing your own bag and beginning to make your way towards your room while pulling your headphones out of your pocket.

The white cords are somehow untangled and you don’t complain, you simply accept the miracle at hand. Immediately, you plug it into your phone and pull up your preferred music app. You don’t feel very picky so you simply press the shuffle button, only for the algorithm to play your favorite song.

Everything feels ok for once. Most of the dorm rooms are empty as the majority of the students have already left, only a few unlucky ones (like yourself) got stuck with a class on the very last day. Though, at least you will be able to attend the big game, not like you have much choice as the captain of the cheerleaders.

The world around you seems brighter for a few seconds like somebody turned up the colors and suddenly you can feel everything: the wind that hits your hair, the smell of pizza coming from the dining hall, the goosebumps that rise on your arms when the song hits its peak.

You stand in front of the door, looking at your name written on the small whiteboard, a few moons and stars around it, so a smile appears on your lips.

As you search for the keys, you hear a scream coming from the room next door and instantly Hanji rushes out of there and Levi’s laughter fills the air, a sound you are not too used to but still pleased to hear nevertheless.

“This isn’t fair!” Hanji exclaims, hiding her body behind yours. The puzzled expression on your face grows deeper as you notice a knife attached to the top of the Roomba the black-haired man has just received.

“What? How - Why is there a knife taped up to your brand new toy?” You ask, your palms facing the ceiling as you scrunch your eyebrows, trying your best to understand the situation but with little success.

“First of all, it’s not a toy.” He says, crossing his arms. “Second of all, Hanji keeps trying to fuck with it, like take it apart and see how its system works.”

“I’m intrigued by it, that’s all.” She tries to defend herself, though her efforts are in vain.

“So I taped a knife to it so every time she tries to touch it, it will chase her.” He continues, completely ignoring her. For a second, you think to yourself why Hanji hasn’t just turned it off and removed the knife, but you decide to let Levi handle the situation.

“Yeah, I can’t defend you there.” You inform her, looking back so your eyes meet. She looks shook, certain that you would have her back, though the smile on her face lets you know that she isn’t serious about it. “Look, I need to shower. Take your killing machine and go clean something.”

He scoffs, picking up the robot while carefully avoiding the knife. As he walks away, you can hear as he baby-talks to the Roomba, “Who’s a good cleaning machine? It’s you, yes it’s you.” Hanji’s tongue hangs out of her mouth as a protest against his actions.

“Come on, bitch.” You say, unlocking the door and tugging at her arm, pulling her into the room.

As soon as you shut the door, Hanji presses your body against the wall and her lips come crashing against yours. Hands eagerly travel through your body before resting on your waist, squeezing the area.

A smile appears on your face and you can’t hold back an excited hum. “What is this all for?”

“Because I love you.” She responds, pecking your lips as a hummingbird does to a delicate flower. Her lips brush against your exposed teeth and you giggle, hating the sensation but loving the meaning behind it.

Her fingers brush against the fabric on the edge of your shirt so you put your arms up and allow her to slip the cloth away from your body. Hanji throws the piece of clothing into the dirty laundry basket, a perfect shot without even attempting to.

Next, she uses her hands to unbutton and pull down your pants, bringing your underwear along with it. For a few seconds, she stares at your naked body before her, the cold air coming from the air conditioner hardening your nipples.

“You are so beautiful,” Hanji whispers before burying her face in the crook of your neck, her tongue going through your exposed skin. Her breath contrasts with the air and it sends lightning bolts up and down your spine.

While looking away, you realize that your brain has failed you and no words come out. At first, you avert her gaze but you and Hanji have been together for so long that it doesn’t make sense to look away when she gives you a compliment.

So you bring your face back, her eyes glowing as they examine your body. Even without saying any words, you can tell how in love she is with you and it causes a kaleidoscope of butterflies to awaken in your stomach.

“Shower with me.” You ask, one hand touching her cheek while the other gently tug at her shirt. She smirks at you and it grows bigger by the second, you surely don’t have to ask her twice.

Immediately, Hanji pulls away and begins to undress herself, throwing her clothes into the laundry basket and you realize that that’s her way of asking for you to wash them for her. So you just shake your head and a giggle escapes your chest.

She realizes that you have caught on to what she means and she can’t help but blush, a dark shade of red taking over her previously sunkissed skin, though it doesn’t stop her from continuing to strip.

You head to the bathroom and Hanji rushes behind you, now completely naked. You can’t do anything but stare for a few seconds, admiring how beautiful your girlfriend is and how lucky you are that you get to spend the rest of your life with her.

Waiting for her, you move the curtains to the right to open the space necessary for you to be able to pass through, she comes in mere seconds after, no more than ten.

Your hand reaches for the faucet, turning on the hot water. As the liquid falls down your body, you feel as Hanji’s arms wrap around your waist, her head leaning against the area in between your shoulder blades.

The water falls down your back and for a few seconds, you forget to breathe. When it eventually hits you that there is nothing coming into your lungs, you gasp for air quietly, feeling as drops of the warm water fall into your mouth.

Your girlfriend’s lips come in contact with your exposed skin, her hair becoming wetter the longer she stands in that position. You stand like that for a few minutes, simply appreciating the warmth of the water and the comforting sensation her embrace brings you.

When you turn around to face her, you catch a glimpse of the smile that rests on her lips. So you bring your hands to her cheeks, squishing them in the process to pucker her mouth up, making it easier for you to plant a kiss on the area.

It’s as gentle as a summer breeze, your thumbs brushing against her cheekbones while her grip on your waist tightens. Gently, Hanji pushes your body backward and you feel the cold sensation of the metal faucet against your back.

A shiver travels down your spine and you giggle against her lips. In response, Hanji releases a laughter of her own, nose brushing and bumping on yours. The water that falls down mixing with the kiss is enough to stop you from breathing once again, so it doesn’t last for long.

When you pull away, she places her forehead against yours. Eyes remaining shut, your hands never leave her face and you carefully examine every inch of it, silently memorizing every mole, every dimple, even the scar she has on her chin.

Finally opening your eyes, you realize that Hanji has been looking at you this entire time so you can’t help but avoid her gaze. It doesn’t last long before you can even find another spot to look at, you feel her fingers brushing against your chin and bringing your face upfront once more so your eyes are meeting.

“Turn around, I’ll wash your hair.” You say and Hanji nods, spinning on the tip of her toes in a showy manner.

You reach for a plastic bottle filled with a viscous gel and slowly begin to pour it above your hand, the smell of aloe vera filling the air. With caution, you begin to massage her scalp, making sure the shampoo is thoroughly covering her hair.

Your fingers move in a continuous rhythm, always making sure that no bubbles are dripping down towards her eyes. She moves her neck around, assisting you in your task.

Soon, you remove the showerhead from its place and slowly go through the locks of Hanji’s hair, the tips of your fingers going through the area thoroughly, getting every last bit of shampoo remaining.

Afterward, you reach for the light brown bottle filled to the brim with coconut conditioner. When the product has been fully applied, you then proceed to grab a pink-colored brush and begin to detangle her hair, starting from the tips to the top of her scalp, the waves against your hand.

In the meantime, Hanji begins soaping up the washcloth that you brought into the shower, slowly she extends one of her arms while the other uses the fabric to go through her skin, scrubbing away any spec of dirt that might remain.

The amount of time that it takes for you to finish fighting all the tangles in her hair is how long it takes her to finish soaping herself up. So you give her the shower head to rinse off her own body while you attend to your own.

She plants one last kiss on your lips before leaving the safe and warm space you have created in the shower, though she doesn’t leave the bathroom. Instead, she dries herself off and closes the toilet seat, sitting on top of the lid.

Though neither of you says anything to each other, it is comforting to know that she is there in case you do want to talk about something. She simply plays a loud song on her phone while fucking around on the device.

Ten minutes go by and you finally finish cleaning yourself. As you pull the curtain to the side, Hanji already hands you the blue-colored towel so you can dry your face and your hair. Once your head is wrapped tightly, she hands you the red one for the rest of your body. You thank her with a smile.

“Are you excited?” She asks, turning down the volume of the music.

“Yeah.” You respond, drying the area behind your ears, “But I’m also terrified.”

“It’ll be ok.” Hanji’s voice is soothing and filled with admiration, she looks for the right words to tell you in the hopes of providing you with some sort of comfort. It works nicely. “You practiced and worked hard to get that routine ready for tonight.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so.” She responds, “You will be amazing tonight.”

“Thank you for being here with me.” You say and she nods.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

—

“y/n, y/n! Over here!” Hanji waves over her spot on the bleachers. Your expression brightens the moment you spot her. A warm feeling runs through your veins.

“Hey, love,” You smile, placing yourself on Hanji’s left.

“Hi,” She greets, “Are you ready to be the hottest cheerleader out there?”

You let out a laugh, nodding your head. “Just for you."

You share small talk until the game begins. Hanji honestly couldn’t understand the appeal of the brutish sport, but she wasn’t there to pay attention to the game. Her eyes were only focused on you and the waving of the pom-poms. Hanji imagined the way you spoke about the rules and the dance moves were the same way she might speak about chemistry or science, innovations in general.

In all fairness, she could barely keep up with all that was happening in the field. She noticed Nanaba, who looked a lot better than she did earlier, running towards one end of the grass and every single person around Hanji stood up, yelling and begging the blonde woman to give them a touchdown.

She doesn’t need to be told twice. When the announcer questions if she will be able to make it or not, she makes him swallow his own words and eagerly throws the ball down with all her might after she makes it past the line.

The timer stops running when the game hits the halfway mark. All the players make their way back to their benches to rehydrate and get some sort of protein snack. Finally, it’s your turn to show off your skill.

Your heart races in your chest and you feel like it is about to burst and start sprinting away but you are able to contain it from doing such a thing. You shake your head, pushing deep down any insecurities that you might have and putting a smile on your face.

“Are we ready?” You scream, shaking your pom-poms around. In the crowd, you look for a familiar face and you find it a few rows up. It wasn’t hard to miss the gigantic sigh she made with your name on it and the words: “You can do it!”

She stands up and suddenly your vision becomes tunneled, only being able to focus on her. Hanji takes a few deep breaths, inspiring you to do the same and it calms you down in ways you weren’t expecting.

The girl who stood on the further left side gives a signal to the cabin and the exciting music that played earlier starts up. Your hand trembles as you hold onto the objects tightly, eyes closed shut as you lower your head for the beginning of the choreography.

Throughout the entire thing, you have a bright smile on your lips, not out of excitement for finally being able to perform the routine you have practiced for so long, but because Hanji looks at you the entire time, bobbing her head to the rhythm of the song as she silently moves her lips, counting the steps you need to make.

When it’s time for the final part of the routine, you can feel as your heart beats in your throat, the blood courses through your body faster and your cheeks become hot to the touch. It’s the one part of the choreography that you aren’t so sure it would be a success.

But when Hanji stands up and screams your name, time seems to stop and all you want to do is yell back and tell her how scared you are. In her eyes, you can see how much she believes in you and that is enough to give you the courage to go through with it.

So you stand on your friends’ hands that support one of your legs while you raise the other in the air. It’s a perfect stance and you can hear as the crowd goes insane for it, in that moment you knew that the other team didn’t stand a chance.

You hop off, rolling in the air not once, not twice, but three times before landing flawlessly on the ground. You straighten your back and extend your arms above your head, the fake smile on your face finally morphing into a real one as the song comes to an end, all of your friends coming together for one last hug.

You don’t pay attention to the other group of cheerleaders as they perform, you are too busy talking to your teammates, a few tears streaming down your face as someone makes comments about how special this team is for them.

Your focus only shifts when a hand touches your shoulder and you look behind you to see your girlfriend, she has placed the poster she made for you down on the bleachers by Moblit and wraps her now free arms around your waist.

She lifts you off of the ground and spins you around, sealing your lips together. It only lasts for a few seconds and you wish you had more time to spend in her arms like this but the game is about to restart.

So Hanji places you down and takes your hand in hers, planting a kiss on your knuckles before running back to her seat. You feel someone nudging at your ribs with their elbow and you check to notice it is a sweat-drenched Nanaba.

The game restarts and you gently push her towards the field, she simply nods and places her helmet back on her head. Time goes by extraordinarily quickly and you feel a lot lighter knowing that the performance was a success.

Then suddenly, according to Hanji’s knowledge, the game had nearly come to a close, and your school’s team was winning by a significant amount. Your attention is pulled away from Hanji, unfortunately, as the game approaches the end of the final quarter.

Judging by the cheers and the celebrations of your classmates as well as yours just seconds later, the team has won. Unsurprisingly.

The first thing you do when the victory is announced and Nanaba holds up the trophy they have just won is run towards Hanji, stepping over a mountain of backpacks and empty beer cans, pushing people aside so you can make it through.

When you get close enough, you smile from ear to ear, a grin so bright it could light up the entire night sky.

“Hi.” You whisper, grabbing Hanji’s face and bringing your lips together. The kiss was messy and quick, but holy hell it was still something.

When you pull away, she’s looking right into your eyes, stars in her pupils as she stares at you. The poster she once held is now a few rows down and the white paper is now gray due to the number of people who have stepped on it, but neither of you cares.

She puts her hands now to a better use by bringing them to your hips, her fingertips brush against the fabric of your skirt and you can’t help but feel bubbly and giggly, being touched by Hanji always had this effect on you.

You two stay in your perfect little bubble for a few seconds before Erwin wraps his arms around your shoulders and Hanji’s, his head in between yours as he pulls the two of you in for a tight hug, celebrating the victory and the excellent performance you did.

“We are going to get so drunk tonight and tomorrow, we will finish packing and go on vacation.” He says, pulling Moblit and Levi into the hug.

“I can’t wait.” You say, looking down as you feel flustered. A smile, now much softer than before, curls onto your lips again and you wrap your arms around Levi’s waist as he wraps his arm around Moblit’s neck, forming a circle.

After a very long deliberation to decide who would be driving to the party, Levi was unanimously chosen as the designated driver. Not because he was the best option but because he doesn’t like the taste of alcohol, so he doesn’t drink.

Erwin sits on the passenger seat and the black-haired man has one of his hands on his thigh, the taller man smiles as some kind of weird-smelling cigarette dangles from his lips.

You, Hanji, and Moblit take the place in the back seat of the car your father has rented so you all can go on a vacation. The window is down and a familiar song plays on the radio and you can’t help but ask Levi to turn it up.

Following its tune, you place your arm outside and let the wind take it back. It’s a freeing sensation and, before you know it, Moblit has begun copying your actions, though instead of his arm, he places his entire head and torso out of the window.

A scream makes its way out of his lungs and you can tell he has been needing to do this. In unison with his shouts, Levi presses down on the horn and you can see the brightest of smiles on his face, something incredibly rare.

Hanji’s hand touches yours ever so lightly that you wouldn’t even notice if it was anyone else but her. Her pinky brushes against yours before she laces them together, it’s a minor gesture but it means so much to you.

Throughout the darkness of the night and the shadows cast inside the car by the lamp posts on the street, you notice that her cheeks are completely red, burning bright as she brings her face closer to yours.

It results in a messy kiss, your lips often pull apart from one another due to the bumps on the road but it is still loving nonetheless.

It’s in this moment that you realize how grateful you are for having such an amazing group of friends and there is not a single thing you would change about them. This group, this team, is who you would like to go through life with and you know they feel the exact same way.

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