Author's Note: More college AU and headcanons that lead to a dangerous mix ehehe.

titie: wrapped around your finger
rating: M
summary: She called him bad with his hands. He just had to prove her wrong.

He wasn't bitter. He wasn't.

So she said he wasn't good with his hands. It wasn't his fault, okay? How was he supposed to make a perfect ice sculpture while she was giving him the most amazing blowjob of his life? It wasn't his fault the damn ice kept cracking in his hands.

He grumbled to himself, crossing his arms over his chest while Juvia, being the perfect student she was, took detailed, diligent notes. Seated in the back corner of the lecture hall, empty seats scattered around them, Gray glanced at the clock. Thirty minutes left in class. He hadn't even noticed the first hour go by, too distracted by the slightly disorienting fact that Juvia had called him bad with his hands. That, and he was thinking about what she had been doing when she told him that: stroking him in her slender, delicate fingers before taking him so deep in her throat he swore he saw stars. Her hair was so silky that day too, soft and smelling like jasmines, especially when he tangled his fingers in the soft tresses and coaxed her head lower.

"Gray-sama," Juvia called under her breath, drawing him out of his thoughts. He glanced at her, finding her gaze shifting from him, the board, and her notes as her hand continued to write. "Gray-sama should really be taking notes, our midterm is next week."

He scoffed, looking to the chalkboard at the front of the class.

"Definitions of the Derivative:
df / dx = lim (dx - 0) (f(x+dx) - f(x)) / dx (right sided)
df / dx = lim (dx - 0) (f(x) - f(x-dx)) / dx (left sided)
df / dx = lim (dx - 0) (f(x+dx) - f(x-dx)) / (2dx) (both sided)"

Derivatives? Tch, he could do those in his sleep.

Drumming his fingers against his bicep, he tapped his foot impatiently. Thirty minutes, just thirty more minutes. Now twenty-nine. Soon twenty-eight. As soon as this class was over, he was going to make her eat those words, then eat her out after. Heh, he could already hear her breathy moans, pulling on his hair and begging him for more and harder and—

"Gray-sama—"

"Gray-sama," Juvia hissed, and his mouth twisted at his disrupted fantasy. Returning his attention to her once more, he blinked upon feeling a warmth over his hand, glancing down to find her fingers encased over his to keep his drumming fingers still. "Will you please stop? You're distracting me."

He clicked his tongue, settling for gripping his arm instead while her fingers slipped from his. She resumed taking her notes, but his mind was preoccupied from the brush of her fingertips on his skin, drawing his gaze to the hand on his arm.

Bad with his hands, huh…

Twenty-seven more minutes left. Patience, patience… geez, could the clock go any slower?

"Gray-sama," Juvia snapped again, but this time her hand was on his knee to stop his bouncing leg. "Enough distractions."

He frowned, his face sour as she retracted her hand. Him? Distracting her? She was the one distracting him! He could barely concentrate because of what she said, being bad with his hands…

"I can't focus," he muttered, leaning towards her to whisper in her ear.

"Why not?" she asked, her concentration unbroken as her eyes flickered up at the board and down at her notes.

"Because. You're distracting me."

She glanced at him, meeting his eyes for a moment before returning her attention to the front. "How?"

He clenched his jaw, keeping his irritation in check. Not that he was irritated or anything. 'Cause he wasn't.

"You don't remember what you said last night?"

She looked at him again, blinking innocently before looking to her notes. "Juvia doesn't remember doing a lot of talking."

He faltered for a moment, the memories of the previous night flooding his mind. Despite her warning him about her morning class, he had kept her up most of the night, not that she ever complained. In fact, the only complaint he got was from the neighbors bitching about the noisy thumps of his headboard banging against the wall—thumps that weren't all entirely from his bedframe, considering he'd fucked her against the wall before taking her to his bed. Not that he bothered to clarify that. Though his neighbors certainly learned Juvia had an impressive vocal range.

"Before all that," he clarified, but she still glanced at him, innocent and doe-eyed and genuinely confused.

He scoffed, whisking his head away. She honestly forgot? Well, maybe he should take it as a compliment. He gave it to her so good he scrambled her thoughts, literally.

"You said," he murmured lowly, placing his hand on her thigh, "that I'm bad with my hands."

His husky voice sent a shiver up her spine, and she bit her lip when his fingers began trailing higher. "E-Eh?"

His gaze returned to the clock. Twenty-five more minutes—fuck that. He'd prove her wrong right now.

He brushed his fingers against her inner thighs, and her body's instant reaction amused him. Her breath hitched in her throat while her pen fell from her hand, clattering against the small desk of her seat.

"W-What are you—"

He moved his hand up further, slipping between her legs and cupping her center. She gasped and immediately flushed, her eyes glazing over as he smirked at her.

"I'm going to show you," he murmured under his breath, stroking his fingers over her panties, "just how good I am with my hands." He grazed his fingertips up and down the lace, simpering when her panties dampened against his touch.

Her body shuddered as she took a shaky breath, grasping his arm and unconsciously spreading her legs. "J-Juvia believes you—" she whimpered, gasping and arching her back when his thumb pressed circles into her clit. "Oh—Juvia b-believes you—"

"You might wanna keep it down," he said, casually sliding his hand up before slipping beneath her panties. "You wouldn't want to get caught like this, would you?"

She looked at him, her eyes silently pleading while her teeth sank into her plump lower lip. But when he caressed her, gliding his fingers leisurely between her wet folds, she did everything but stop him, instead clutching the collar of his shirt and burying her face against his shoulder. She ground her hips into his hand and whined against him, stifling the sound in his shirt.

He smirked, rubbing his fingers faster against her. It had barely been a minute, and he'd already rendered her incoherent and breathless. Bad with his hands, his ass.

Her shallow breaths fanned his collarbone, eliciting a low chuckle as he pinched her clit. "You feeling okay, Juvia?" he whispered, flashing a smug grin at the weak scowl she attempted to give him before her face contorted in pleasure instead. A dark blush spread across her cheeks as she nestled her face further into his shoulder, delicious shivers crawling along her skin. "You look a little flushed."

She turned her head to the side and licked her lips, trying her best to regulate her breathing, but she failed the instant he pushed a finger inside of her. Bringing her hand to her lips, she bit down on her fist, muffling the moan that slipped from her throat.

He pumped his finger slowly, lazily, trying to get her frustrated. She refused to play his game, but the wicked glint in his eye was seductive, and she wanted nothing more than to kiss his cocky smirk off his face. Her hips rolled against his hand, trying to create the friction she needed, yet he continued to take his time, deliberately refusing to give it to her.

She huffed, whisking her head away so he couldn't see her building aggravation. If that's how he wanted it, then fine. Two could play at this game.

Drawing a trembling breath, she looked back at him, meeting his gaze as he arched a brow.

"Is that… the best you can do?"

Something flickered in his eyes, and she smiled when she saw his jaw clench. Slipping her tongue out of her mouth, she slowly traced her lips, watching his gaze follow every movement.

"Gray-sama…"

Her voice was a soft, sensual purr, eliciting a low growl in his chest. He shifted his body forward and slipped in another finger, earning a breathless gasp from the girl as he leaned towards her and brought his mouth to her ear.

"Shouldn't you be taking notes?"

She clutched his arm, her nails digging into his skin when he pumped his fingers faster. Her eyes squeezed tight, and she was helpless to prevent the low moan that escaped her lips as her hips moved in rhythm with his hand. He could see her body trembling, her thighs clapping around his hand when he sank his fingers deeper and curled them inside. Her other hand desperately tugged at the hem of her skirt, pulling it lower while her knuckles paled to white.

His pride swelled at her struggles.

"Admit it," he smirked. "You're loving this."

Her heavy-lidded gaze met his, and he grinned at the daze in her eyes. Oh, he so had her—

"J—Juvia can do better."

Her voice was a little strained, high pitched between her whines, but the effect still remained the same. His eye twitched and his hand stilled, coaxing a smile on her lips. He was so easy to manipulate—

"Yeah?" he countered, and she gasped when he roughly plunged his fingers inside, pumping them shallow then deep then everything in between. "You should show me sometime."

Her face flushed crimson as she clutched his arm, hiding her face in his bicep. "Ah—" she moaned, closing her legs around his hand when he pushed his fingers in a wild rhythm. "Th-There—"

He chuckled, returning his attention to the board. She was so slick and wet, easily accommodating his thrusting fingers. He loved feeling her bury her face in his arm, muffling her moans under her bit lip and sinking her teeth so hard it began to swell.

"Gray-sama—"

"Oi," he murmured, brushing his lips against her cheek. "You're squeezing too much, Juvia."

Her blush darkened as she leaned her cheek against his arm. "Mm…"

The corner of his mouth lifted in a half-grin while he flicked his wrist, sliding in another finger. "Shouldn't you be focusing on the lecture?"

Her eyes rolled close as she tilted her head back, resting against her seat. His hand moved rougher against her, and the wet noises—they seemed so loud, a squelch resonating with every thrust of his fingers and making her heart pound even harder. He'd cough or clear his throat to muffle the sounds, slowing his speed to minimize them, but then he'd suddenly pick up another mind-numbing tempo. Her hips bucked and her body trembled, hushed whimpers and whines escaping her lips despite her best effort to keep them quiet.

Ten minutes, fifteen minutes, twenty minutes—he worked her the entire time, toying with her, curling his fingers and spreading them wide before slipping them out and shoving back in. She was hardly listening to the lecture anymore, consumed between the raw pleasure and the rush of potentially getting caught with her weakly stifled moans. Gray varied between watching her and taking notes, scribbling down equations with his free hand while her own threatened to snap her pen in two.

In the last five minutes of class, he seemed determine to bring her over the edge. The tempo he set made her curl forward, pressing a hand to her seat while the other urgently clutched at his wrist. His palm rubbed against her clit, his rough skin scraping the sensitive area while moving in pressurized circles. She placed a hand over her mouth and moaned into her palm, opening her legs wider for his pumping fingers.

He spared her a glance every now and then, the nonchalant expression of his face greatly contrasting her flushed, breathless composure. The contortions of her face—her eyes squeezing shut, her eyebrows knitting together, her teeth digging into her swollen lip—sent blood rushing to his groin. He was getting her there, and he was going to make damn sure she reached it.

"Ah—" she gasped, shuddering as her cheek rolled against his arm. "S-So close—"

As the final minutes passed, the students began shuffling in their seats, closing their notebooks and laptops and gathering their belongings together. In the commotion, he found a sensitive spot, and she could feel the pressure in her stomach release as a wild rush consumed her. Her eyes closed tighter while she buried her face between her knees, her breathless scream concealed in the noise of backpacks zipping and phones beeping.

Slowly straightening herself, her body shivered as she sank her into her seat. His hand was still buried in her skirt, fingers plunged deep inside before gradually slowing their movements to a halt. As students flooded out of the lecture hall, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, slanting his mouth and swerving his tongue against hers. She moaned softly against him, opening her mouth and tilting her head before he pulled away. Her heavy-lidded eyes rose to his, meeting his satisfied smirk.

"Gray… sama…" she whispered, whimpering as he retracted his fingers and slipped them out of her skirt. Her face turned bright red when he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, sucking every last drop.

"Hm," he hummed, sweeping his tongue across his upper lip. "So…"

He placed his hands against both her arm rests, hovering over her with a mischievous smirk.

"Wanna borrow my notes?"