Bit of a Flirt
Request: Can you do a TJeffs image with 16,18, 21?
16: You’re cute with glasses.
18: What are you five?
21: Don’t give me that look! It’s not my fault!
Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader
Warning: lots of sexual innuendos/jokes, swearing? but when do i not swear in fics lmao
Kink Tag: none!
A/N: So I collabed with @daveeddiggsit for this one and it ended up way cuter than we expected?? lol hope you enjoy!! (also there are several criminal minds references bc i’m like that)
You pushed your glasses back up the bridge of your nose as you continued typing away at your final thesis paper of the semester. Hair up in a bun, and some ratty university sweatpants on, you were looking a little worse for wear. But that was normal during finals week, right?
The library you had been holed up in for the past five hours was dead silent, allowing you to completely focus on your paper. Your eyes were glued to your laptop screen when you heard the sound of a chair scraping backwards but you were too in the zone to look up. As long as they didn’t disrupt your concentration, you’d be good.
“You ever think that the reason you’re wearing glasses is because you’ve been staring at that screen pretty closely for about two hours straight?” You heard a curious, deep voice interrupt your thoughts.
“You ever think about how the library is a quiet place for people to work,” you retorted without looking away from your screen.
“If you really want a quiet place to work, we could head back to my place and work on some other things too, if you know what I mean.” You could practically hear the smirk grow on his face.
“That sounds like one of the first lines in a Criminal Minds episode. Hard pass.”
“You like Criminal Minds? How about you let me profile you.”
You finally glanced over and you could see that there definitely was a smirk on the very attractive man’s face. His hair was wildly curly, yet somehow tamable to an extent, facial hair adorned his defined jawline, and his amused brown eyes stared into your slightly-narrowed ones.
If you weren’t supposed to email this paper to your professor in six hours, you probably would’ve taken him up on his advances, but what was more attractive than Smirky Guy was an A on your paper. Which you then turned back to.
“Are you seriously just going to keep ignoring me?” He asked.
“I’m just going to keep flirting with you until you talk to me.”
“You call saying random pick up lines to a girl whose name you don’t know and receiving little to no response flirting?”
“Yup.” He said, mocking you.
You rolled your eyes and continued to type your paper.
“Aww, come on, four eyes, take a break and talk to me. It won’t hurt anyone.”
You completely turned to him. “‘Four eyes,’ really?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you, five?”
“Hey, ‘four eyes’ isn’t a bad thing. You look cute in glasses.” He grinned at you and even added a wink this time.