Better Than a Book (Jared Kleinman x Reader)
741. “Do you want to stay over tonight?”// 125. “I need you to forgive me.”// 511. “Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.”
Warnings: Slightly nsfw, cursing
A/N: I’m so glad you guys liked my last fic! I had a lot of fun writing it and decided to write another. Once again, I will literally write anything you want me to, so don’t be afraid to request. I wrote one for Jared cause I got a soft spot for MemeBoy. Hope you enjoy!
You were laying in your bed reading the new book you got from the library. Your friend, Alana, recommended it to you after you finished all the novels on your shelf. You had been meaning to read it all week, but school and friends got in the way. It’s currently Sunday night and you just want to enjoy the rain pattering down on your window while you curl up in your blanket on your bean bag with your book and green tea.
The moment you opened the book, your phone buzzed with a text lighting up the screen. You reached over to your desk and looked at the message.
What are you doing?
Trying to read
That’s hella boring, you should come over and hang out with me instead
I’ve been trying to get started on this book for the past week now
But (Y/N) I’m bored
Poor you :p. Okay, but seriously, I’m trying to read
Jesus christ and you call ME the nerd
You didn’t respond to his last text, but you did laugh. You felt bad for saying no, but you really wanted to get started on the book. You delved into the book and read for the rest of the night.
You were grabbing your books from your locker when Jared walked up to you.
“You missed a pretty good meme making session.”
“Oh, darn. Isn’t that just a shame?”
“That’s what you get for reading books all day.”
“Believe it or not, books actually make you smarter. You know, they expand your imagination, creativity, and your vocabulary. If you actually gave it a chance, I think you would like the books I have.”
“First of all, if I cared about my vocabulary, I would’ve done all those assignments for Miss Price back in first grade. Second of all, why would I wanna spend time reading when I can make memes and be just as depressed?”
You playfully rolled your eyes as you walked into class with him.
The last bell of the day rang and all of the students began piling out the doors. You grabbed your bag and started to head for the doors. Jared bumped into you with a smile on his face.
“Hey, wanna stay over tonight?”
You bit your lip. It’s not that you didn’t want to hang out, you were just so close to finishing your book. After you didn’t say anything for some time, Jared rolled his eyes.
“I can’t believe it. I’m being replaced by a book.”
“Please, I don’t think anything in my life could replace you.”
“God, ever since you started reading that book, you’ve become more gay by the second. I want my friend (Y/N) back.”
“Well, if you’re just going to be mean, then I’m definitely staying home to finish the book.”
“Oh my god fine. I’ll be nice. Don’t make me beg, (Y/N).”
“Jared Kleinman begging? I’d like to see that.”
Jared spit in front of your shoes after that comment and you stopped in your tracks and just stared at him. He shoved his hands in his pockets and smirked as he headed for his car.
“Wow, very mature. You’re disgusting.”
He opened the passenger side door.
“So, you coming?”
You smiled and got in. He closed the door for you and grinned. He started the car and drove you both to his house. You walked in and he followed, closing the door behind him.
“My parents are still at work, so we’ll be alone for a little while.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Probably won’t be the last either.”
Your parents and Jared’s had been friends for a long time before the two of you were even thought of, so you staying over at his house wasn’t anything new. However, your father started becoming weary when you two began maturing and hit puberty. He is convinced that you and Jared are pretty much fucking every time you are alone at his house no matter how many times you tell him you aren’t. You got so fed up with his constant checking up on you via texts that you only tell your mom when you’re over at Jared’s.
You followed Jared into his room and sat down on his bed. You grabbed your homework out of your bag and spread it out on his bed.
“So not only are you replacing me with a book, but you’re gonna deliberately ignore me through homework, now?”
“Oh my god, Jared. Why are you so needy?”
“Because you’re my friend and you’re way more fun when you aren’t being responsible.”
“And you wonder why you’re almost failing every class.”
“Who said I was wondering?”
You rolled your eyes at him as he went over to his Playstation 4 and booted up a game. You never said this out loud, but you enjoyed Jared’s company. Even though you’re working on homework and he’s yelling at his game from his beanbag chair on the ground, you can’t help but smile at how homey this feels.
You looked at the back of his head and grinned. Before you could stop yourself you closed your book, set it aside, and started running your fingers through his hair. He frowned for a second and his hands stopped moving. He leaned against the wood frame of his bed and started leaning into your hands. Jared was actually enjoying the feeling of your nails raking through his short hair.
You noticed his character on the screen began running around again. You snapped back into reality and realized what you were doing. You quickly removed your hands from his hair and shoved them into your lap.
“Why’d you stop?”
“I… it was kinda awkward, right? I didn’t mean to. I don’t even know what I was thinkin-”
“You didn’t hear me complain, did you?”
“You want me to keep doing it?”
Jared awkwardly cleared his throat and swallowed.
“If you want.”
You moved closer to his head and continued stroking his hair. Was it weird for you to enjoy doing this while watching him play his game? You laughed at some of the things he said while playing. You removed your hands when he tried to pop the muscles in his neck. You placed your hands on his shoulders and began rubbing at the tense muscles. You felt him stiffen under your hands and you heard him sigh. He leaned his head on his bed. His face was now upside down looking up at you.
“(Y/N), you are treading on dangerous territory.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“If you feel like you can’t forgive me.”
“Forgive you for what?”
He smirked before grabbing your face and crashing his lips on yours. Yes, this was a cliche spiderman kiss, but you didn’t care. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about what it would be like if you and Jared had started dating. You can’t imagine it’d be any different than what it already was. You sitting on his bed doing homework while he played his games.
Just then, Jared cupped your face and pulled away with a big grin on his face. You bit your lip and smiled out of excitement.
“Fuck, don’t give me that face. It’s so cute, I might not be able to hold back.”
“Who says I want you to hold back?”
Jared turned off his game and crawled onto the bed. He shoved the text book out of the way and kneeled in front of you. He kissed you fervently and gently pushed you back against his pillows. You let him rest his hips between your legs. You once again ran your fingers through his hair as he kissed your neck. You gently tugged when he found your sweet spot. He moaned into your neck and grinded against you. You could feel how much he was enjoying this through his shorts. You gasped and wrapped your legs around his hips to pull him closer. He rested his forehead against yours, breathing hard. You giggled and pulled his glasses from his face and sat them on his table. He smiled.
“I guess your dad was right about this eventually happening.”
You stared at him for a long time before opening your mouth.
“You finally get the balls to make out with me and you’re thinking about my dad?”
“Well, what can I say? He’s got those pretty blue eyes that just get me going.”
“Jared, you’re ruining this.”
“My bad. Let me make it up to you.”
He kissed you again and grinded his hips into yours. You moaned with every thrust of his hips. His hands started roaming your body and slipped under your shirt. He looked at you, worried that you were going to reject him. You put your hand on his wrist and guided it up to your bra. He hesitated. Jesus, he was a nervous mess, but of course this is Jared, so he has the bright idea to say something.
“I can’t believe you were planning on ditching me today to finish your book.”
“Jared, I swear to god-”
You both stopped dead in your tracks when you heard the front door open. He quickly got off of you and turned his game on. He sat in the bean bag once again. You hurriedly grabbed your textbook and opened it, pretending to read it.
His bedroom door swung open and his mom walked in. You were sure that your red faces would be a dead giveaway, but you hoped for the best.
“Hey, (Y/N), how have you been?”
“I’ve been really great, Mrs. Kleinman.”
“That’s nice. Jared, sweetie, why are you trying to play with your glasses off?”
He stopped playing and snapped his fingers.
“And here I was, confused as to why I couldn’t see.”
He stood up and retrieved his glasses. He put them on and put on a fake smile.
“Ah, all better. Thanks, mom.”
He closed the door and let out the breath he was holding in.
“Shut up, if it wasn’t for me, she would’ve noticed that you’ve turned into a literal tomato.”
“As if you’re any better.”
Meanwhile, Jared’s mom tapped her husband on the shoulder.
“You owe me twenty.”
“They were totally making out while we were gone.”
“Damn, they couldn’t wait until one more year?”
He handed her the money and returned his attention back to the newspaper in his hands.