university (justin bieber)

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Waking up with a groggy throat and blurry eyes, I groaned as I stretched my limbs out. My arms came into contact with Tyler's back, making me bite my lip guiltily.

I pulled the covers off my body to find myself completely bare along with Tyler's naked and tattooed body beside mine.

"Fuck," I mumbled, running my hand over my face. He turned to face me, squirming around in his place.

"Good morning," He spoke gravelly.

I flashed him a false smile and pulled the covers up to hide my body. Suddenly, I felt as if I were to vomit at any second. Guilt filled my body as I knew that I was only using him to get over Justin. I considered leaving his house before he woke up, but it didn't go as I had planned.

"Sleep well?" He yawned, sitting up beside me against the headboard. I nodded my head and remained silent, staring down at the wrinkled sheets.

"Are you going to school today?" Tyler questioned, grabbing my hand and running his finger along the wrinkles and lines.

"Probably not."

He nodded his head and rubbed his eyes, then climbed out of bed. This gave me a view of his chiseled behind, making me bite my lip to suppress an upcoming squeal.

Bending over, he slid his checkered boxers up his legs and the waistband slapped against his lower abdomen.

"I'm going to wash up," I spoke more to myself. Tyler nodded, sitting back down in bed and turning the television on.

Shutting the bathroom door behind me, I felt a lump growing in my throat as I leaned over the sink. My hands gripped the faucet handles, pushing them on to let the warm water flow. I splashed my face with water and gasped as it hit me so suddenly, and I stared at myself in the mirror as the droplets rolled down my cheeks.

"What have I gotten myself into?" I sighed, wiping my face down with a towel.

After the unsuccessful search I made for a spare toothbrush, I pulled a bottle of mouthwash from the medicine cabinet and swished the minty liquid around. Then, I pulled one of Tyler's shirts over my head that I found folded over the laundry basket.

I walked back into the bedroom to find that Tyler wasn't there, but the television was playing loudly.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I opened the bedroom door and walked towards the kitchen, hiding behind the wall as I heard Tyler making what seemed to be an important call.

"Don't fucking call this number again. I don't want to see you name anywhere on this phone, I don't want to hear your voice, and I definitely don't want you bothering me for anything," He spat, his bitter tone making me cringe.

With my back against the wall, I stood and listened to the rest of his conversation.

"You've caused enough damage as it is. If you even cared about Jasmine, you wouldn't throw everything away. I have no respect for you at all, you piece of shit."

Gasping, I felt my heart drop to my stomach as my brain processed the words he said. I knew exactly who he was on the phone with, but I felt paralyzed in my spot as I tried to move away.

"And by the way, her pūssy feels and tastes great," He taunted, making me feel nauseous. My lip trembled violently at his words.

Walking out toward the kitchen with a face curled in disgust, Tyler's back was turned toward me as he stood before the stove.

I cleared my throat as I approached him, leaning weakly against the fridge.

"Hi, love," He smiled nonchalantly, placing his phone on the counter. "I'm making us breakfast."

"Who were you talking to?" I asked suddenly, making his eyes bulge out of his head. He looked down at the pan and avoided eye contact with me.

"No one. I talk to myself sometimes," He lied, his voice faltering.

I scoffed and folded my arms against my chest.

"Tyler, I heard everything you said. I'm not stupid, and I know who you were talking to," I pointed out, making him sigh in defeat.

"I'm doing this for your own good," He reasoned, running his hand over his face.

I raised my eyebrows, shooting him a quizzical glare.

"Are you sure you're not just doing this to rub it in his face? To treat me like an object so he'll be upset about it?" I spat shakily. My knees began to buckle and I felt my body growing weaker.

"Of course not, love. I mean, maybe I want to show him what he's missing, but you're not an object to me. You already know how much I like you. Why wouldn't I want him to suffer when he broke you?"

Sighing, I felt tears streaming down my cheeks and watched as they landed on my shirt.

"Don't do this for bragging rights. I won't hesitate to cut you out of my life, Tyler," I threatened, burying my face in my hands as I cried.

I felt Tyler's body approaching mine, his hands placing themselves on my back and pulling me into his body. Burying my face in his neck, he pressed a kiss onto the side of my head.

"I'm sorry," He whispered in my ear, rubbing my back. I gulped and felt my head throbbing. "I love you."

I bit my lip and my breathing stopped for a few seconds, but my heart continued throbbing against my chest. My ears rang as his words played continuously in my head.

I stood frozen in his arms, unable to speak or move.

"So much," He added, pulling my face away from his neck and placing his hands at either side. He tried to get me to look at him, but I kept my eyes on the ground.

"Look at me," He sighed sadly, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. "Please, Jasmine."

Slowly, I raised my gaze upward and stared at him with tear-filled eyes.

"I'm sorry," I croaked, feeling my lip tremble.

He furrowed his eyebrows and kissed my forehead.

"For what?"

More tears rolled down my face as I stared into his eyes. I tried to gulp down the lump in my throat, but found that it was going nowhere.

"Not being able to say it back. For using you to get over Justin."

Tyler laughed sadly and delicately wiped my wet cheeks.

"I figured that's what you were doing. It's alright, I suppose. I mean, if it actually helps you."

Biting my lip, I sensed the sadness in his voice and immediately felt guilty. Tracing the lines on his face with my thumb, our lips moved closer until I could feel his hot breath on me.

"Make me feel again," I breathed against his lips, feeling his fingers trail down my neck.

He placed his hands behind my thighs and lifted me up, placing my body on the countertop. Going down on his knees, he looked up at me as if I were a goddess, his eyes trailing down every curve in my body. His thumb grazed the side of my leg as he attached his lips to my inner thigh. As his lips neared my center, he spoke hotly against my skin.

"Your body is my shrine."