normally, a meeting with a professor would send any student into a panic attack, however, you were ecstatic to meet with professor fushiguro. from the outside, he was extremely intimidating. a brooding individual with a permanent scowl, who took upon the looks of some sort of hitman.
your professor was actually surprisingly courteous and warm, often granting you opportunities for research projects and helping you network. he claims he would love to extend himself to all of his students who seek it, but sadly, you were the only one brave enough to approach him. well, you and ugh satoru.
the one person you deeply despised. you'd met him your freshman year of university, in the elevator up to your room. it's crazy to think about now because he was actually pretty nice. you guys made small talk occasionally in the week before classes began; the usual awkward freshman nonsense like where you were from and what classes you planned on taking.
then came intro to crim. all semester the two of you often chatted about homeworks, replied to each other's discussion posts, and even studied a few times together. at the end of the semester, your professor congratulated the highest score on the final. you couldn't help but bite your lip as you tried to hide your smile, you anticipated that it couldn't be anyone other than yourself.
the second his name left her lips, there was a cry heard around the world. well, more like a disgusted, "what?" several heads turned, the white hair freak included. you had no room to hide your disdain for the situation, let alone him.
at first you tried telling yourself that it wasn't personal. during high school, you were always top of everything. making your parents proud was what you lived for. after being valedictorian, you were hoping to graduate uni with summa cum laude under your belt.
now, of course it wasn't a competition post high school, but you cared a great deal about your academic career because you had huge plans for your lifelong one. and you were not about to let some guy ruin your opportunities.
that day, as satoru sat with a humbling half smile on his face, trying not to seem smug for being dubbed the brightest in the class, your life flashed before your eyes.
internship offers, research stipends, and professor recommendations going to him and not you. you were not going to let that happen. you were going to get your foot in every door, even if that meant squishing satoru with a stomp on your way there. from that day on, you traded your smiles and small talk for glares and scoffs aimed at him. he was your rival, not a friend.
sadly, to others you seemed to be some sort of nerd with a one-sided thing against satoru. of course he'd gotten the hint that you guys were no longer cool, but he never went out of his way to stoop to your level.
but you're far from stupid, you knew it was all an act. deliberately moving to the seat next to you right before exams, correcting you in front of the class, getting projects done two days before the deadline knowing you were the only one who ever turned things in the day before due date.
now in your fourth and final year, you will not allow him to get in your way.
"ah miss [y/l/n], one of my most impressive students"
you couldn't stop the blush from forming on your cheeks as you spoke with your head down, "professor, you're too kind. i only work as hard as everyone else"
you knew you were selling yourself short, but it's the validation you crave from the man sat across from you. his office was so small, being in an enclosed space with such a man made you lose oxygen. delusional.
as he rose from his seat, you tried your hardest to not glance at his pants. but you couldn't help it. you could only imagine how many ways he could fulfill your every desire. sexy, older, head professor in the department. he had to be nerfed in some way.
definitely not in his boxers. you could see a faint outline of his print. you almost started salivating at the thought of seeing it red and achy, precum falling from his slit. oh what you wouldn't do to be catch said sticky substance on your tongue, throating him whole as tears sat on the brims of your lash lines. his hand atop your head as he praised how well you were taking him.
"hello?"
you choked. not because of your perverse fantasy of choking on your professor. but now fushiguro was in front of you, closer than before. sat on the corner of his desk.
"ha- i'm sorry, what were you saying?"
he quirked a brow before restarting, but you could've sworn there was a look in his eyes. one paired with a cocky smirk, as if he knew what you were just thinking about.
"anyways. as i was saying, there is a highly selective research fellowship that if tied to your capstone, could set you for life."
"o-oh, thank you so much professor," you were in no bit surprised, but so elated from the good news. you didn't think anything less would come from this meeting.
he sighed, "only thing is, i've recommended both you and a peer who i also believe is deserving. there's only one open position for the guaranteed funded graduate placement."
your eye twitched. of course it would be satoru, you didn't even want to ask. you didn't have to anyway. your professor continued.
"kid, i don't know what it is between you and gojo, but this is not some sort of crazy competition. just do your best like usual, my smart girl."
wow. just like that, all of your anger dissolved. the hottest man you know calling his smart girl. his girl. the thought of you being exclusively his clouded your mind and pushed your fantasy of strangling satoru to death out.
"i understand professor, thank you for informing me. i look forward to making you proud."
"atta girl, but do it for yourself, not me. i'll check in with you in a week or so to see how you're doing with the work."
sigh, you were dismissed. you would sell your soul for an extra five minutes in his presence. but alas, you must now face the reality that lies ahead. you must crush gojo satoru.
while walking to your car, you heard footsteps not too far behind you. night was creeping in and you were not about to end up on the news. you slightly sped up, hoping to make it inside your car before you were slaughtered. the very thought frightening you even more. you said fuck it and took no chances, you broke out into a full sprint.
"hey!"
nope, nuh uh.
"y/n!"
you froze. ohhhh brother. that voice, you knew exactly who it was. you balled your keys into your fist so hard that it hurt. "what the hell do you want?"
he was panting. "i- one sec phew- what are you some sort of track star?"
"only when there's creepy men following me to my car."
he chuckled, "that is definitely not what was happening, but i can see how my approach was off."
you scoffed. "satoru, i'm glad you find being a stalker funny."
"i don't. look, i saw you leaving dr. fushiguro's office. figured he broke the news."
"yes," you rolled your eyes, "he did. what do you want?"
"well, i just wanted to wish you luck," he offered a smile as he scratched the back of his neck.
you gave him the nastiest glare as you looked him up and down, "the last thing i need is luck, especially from you."
his smile dropped. "y/n, this isn't a competition. i'm just happy to even be considered for the opportunity."
"like hell it isn't. you may think none of this matters, and i'm sure it doesn't to your insignificant self, but i'll be damned if i lose to you all of people."
"way harsh, you speak as if i'm not qualified y/n." he deadpanned," i work just as hard as you. i deserve a chance at this just as much as you do."
"i'm sure that's what you think," you laugh.
"fine, be that way." he began walking backwards away from you. he held up his hands as he fully turned around before saying, "but don't go trying to fuck the professor for a spot when i kick your butt."
you seethed with hatred as you watched him walk away. slamming the door of your car behind you, you started thinking of proposal ideas to immediately work on.
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the first few days were steady. between your regular courses and the project, you would say you were managing well. until today, the fifth day.
this morning you jumped out of your sleep hyperventilating. the past two nights you've had horrible, horrible nightmares. like satoru being awarded the position. the first night, you dreamt of him throwing a quarter into the cup you were shaking on side the road. you get shivers just thinking of him being successful and not you.
you cannot work like this. it's making you spiral. what if your dreams end up as reality, what if your subconcious is trying to tell you something.
shit. you're late for your meeting with dr fushiguro. you hurriedly brushed your teeth and slipped on your sweatpants to run out the door.
it's not until you set foot inside the building that you remember you're not wearing a bra. the cold, sterile air making your nipples perk uncomfortably.
you knock thrice before receiving an approval to come in.
you shot a nervous smile towards him as you sit down. "sorry i'm late, i've been sleeping horribly lately."
"no offense kid, but i can tell."
ouch. how bad do you look right now??
he must've noticed your change in expression because he followed with, "i'm just poking fun. but honestly, you look exhausted. which is why i hope you'll be relieved to hear that there has been another opening. so you and satoru will both be able to walk away with a position."
this can't get any worse.
oh but it can! "y/n, i think it'll be even better if the two of you worked together. joint submissions work out for everyone in the end. and with the two most intelligent students i know, this would be an insane opportunity to pass up."
your blood ran cold. your ears were ringing. you couldn't believe what you were hearing. competing against him was one thing, but you'd rather shit in your hands and clap twice before agreeing to work with satoru.
silence.
"earth to y/n," the man was waving his hand in front of your face now.
"sorry professor, my brain started short circuiting. ha, i almost thought you were suggesting satoru and i pair up."
he crossed his arms. "that's exactly what i was suggesting. highly encouraging, actually. two brains are better than one."
this is it, this is the end. very dramatic, yes, but there’s nothing fueling you now. your world just shattered. and the finest man ever just did it.
“okay, thank you professor,” you rose to your feet, holding back the urge to vomit, “i’m sure satoru and i will make a great team!”
“that’s what i like to hear.”
and with that you were off. dragging your feet and moping, making your way to your parking spot. the drive to your off-campus apartment was silent.
you felt nauseous. you didn’t want to work with him, you didn’t want him to be granted this opportunity, you didn’t want him to be awarded a position - at least not alongside you.
he could go be great somewhere else.
you pulled into the parking garage and almost broke your ankle trying to get inside your place. you tripped over the parking stump, that's how painfully slow and unaware you were moving.
you dropped your things and headed straight for the kitchen. your fridge was filled with leftovers you were too afraid to touch, and the cabinets had ingredients that sounded like a lot of work.
delivery it is.
a ping from your phone.
unknown number
howdy partner
you
?
unknown number
rlly? it’s satoru
you
how’d u even get my number?
unknown number
we exchanged cell info when we first met
you
oh yea, i deleted your contact a long time ago.
why are u texting me
unknown number
ouch
i thought i should reach out so we can start working together
there goes your stomach again. a shudder.
you
right. meet me tomorrow at 5 in the library.
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the past few nights you could not sleep. you genuinely felt sick. you weren't able to find a thermometer, but you sure felt as if you were burning up. insane considering you had a constant chill whenever you weren't fully covered.
you dropped your laptop bag on one of the tables on the far side of the library, afraid of being seen with satoru.
"hey y/n," the voice startled you from behind. there he was, in all his glory. yuck.
"satoru," you mumbled.
you hated the boyish grin he sported. you don't know how he does it, how he manages to make himself appear to be so sweet. you know deep down he can't stand you.
before he could try to engage in a real conversation, you spoke again. at least, you tried to. your voice felt hoarse. you hadn't realized since you've had no one to talk to.
you pushed out a sentence as best as you could, "so i've printed copies of my work so far. we can just go further from there."
"wait-," he took a glance at your proposal cover, "my topic was totally different. shouldn't we try to find a middle ground or come up with a new one together?"
a cough. "no, it's fine as is. it makes more sense to do it my way since i've already gotten so far."
he took a step back as if to not let any of your germs fly near him. "well, how do you know that what i've got isn't good so far?"
"do we really have to do this? you know what, i can just do it by myself and i'll let you know when it's done." the more you spoke the more itchy your throat got, so you tried to speak quickly.
"no y/n, i want to do this right. c'mon we have to be a team, let's just work together."
uh oh. everyone knows a third cough is overkill. you felt one coming so you attempted to suppress it. ah the good old holding your breath until you can't take it anymore.
it didn't work because before you knew it, you were thrown into a coughing fit.
satoru rushed to pat your back. as you tried to steady your breathing, you noticed he was handing you a bottle of water. he waved it in your face.
"don't refuse my help." and you don't know why, but you didn't.
as you went to grab the bottle, your hand overlapped his a bit. he's really warm, you thought. that is just the kind of heat you need right now to function.
before your brain could get any weirder, you snatched the water and began to chug. a laugh.
"slow down, small sips. before you start hacking everywhere again."
how annoying.
"okay, fine," you slowly breathed, "give me your work and i'll read over it. but that's all," you walked around to the other side of the table, "and you sit on that side and try not to bother me."
you tried your hardest to keep your pen steady, but your hands were too cold. actually, you were shivering despite wearing a hoodie and a long sleeve.
satoru quietly observed you, picking his head up every now and then from the work in front of him. he couldn't watch you like this any longer. he'd have to get you more water soon anyway.
"hey," he said barely above a whisper, "i think you should go home. i can take it from here. i know you haven't decided the direction yet, but i can annotate my work so you can see the highlights and choose from there."
"what?" you were offended.
"y/n, you're shaking like a leaf on a tree and you look horrible. i think you need to rest. just take a break."
immediately, you objected, "i don't need rest satoru. i need to get this done. thank you but absolutely no thank you, i don't need you cherry picking things to try and cloud my judgement."
he rolled his eyes. "you are insane. do you know that? it'll be fine. look, i won't do anything. just go home and we can pick this up tomorrow, if you're looking better."
you slid your papers over and opened your laptop. hopefully to block him from your view. "i'm fine."
as he peeped over your screen to make eye contact, he sighed. "you're sweating and shivering simultaneously."
you aggressively pulled your laptop screen up again. "no i'm not."
he yanked it backwards to see you again. "you are coughing so loud, people are moving away from us."
you glared at him. "lies."
he deadpanned, "you look like a sickly victorian child." and with that he pushed your laptop closed.
"what do you think you're doing?"
"i'm taking you home," he said and he stood up. he gathered his belongings as he spoke, "either you leave with me or i leave you here to suffer as your health dwindles away."
"no!" you tried to yell, but your voice was meek.
once his backpack was zipped, he moved to your side of the table. collecting your pages and stationary. "you can barely speak."
"i can work without speaking."
"you are arguing, but you're not stopping me. i'm not going to steal the project from you because you took one night off."
a scoff. "you expect me to believe that satoru?"
he paused his actions, "uhm ... yeah."
you kept asking yourself why did you agree to this as you climbed into satoru's passenger seat.
after starting the car, he turned to you and asked if you had been hungry. without looking up from your phone you declined.
"no thanks, i can't stomach anything right now, let alone eating next to you."
"do you still stay at those apartments close by campus?"
you almost questioned how he remembered but they're one of the more popular off student places so you chalked it up to that.
"yeah, you can just drop me by the front gate if you don't mind."
once you pulled up to your place, you sent satoru off with a wave.
you really did feel like shit so you're kinda glad he insisted on calling it a day. you were unloading your bag when you noticed one of his papers had been grouped with your stack.
he had been researching the corp that you guys were now both going to get a spot at. he had jotted down the emails of every important person worth shaking hands with.
how dare he? was he so sure beforehand that he was taking the cake that he was going to preemptively cold contact these people??
he annoyed you in ways you would've never imagined. you were not gonna let him be two steps ahead of you. so you did what any rational person would do.
you emailed dr fushiguro.
Professor, I noticed Satoru appears to be preparing to contact individuals involved with the organization. Is outside contact permitted under the fellowship rules?
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the next morning you felt even worse.
you scanned your inbox for a response from the head of the dept. hopefully, he'd reach back out before you had to see satoru again.
your coughing had gotten worse, and every time you yawned, you felt nauseous. nonetheless, you were not going to miss class. you could power through on cough drops, two jackets, and water. right?
right ... that was way harder than you thought it would be. you had to rush out of your first lecture because you were afraid your sniffling was disrupting the class.
it only got worse from there. you were so out of it, you couldn't even answer the simplest questions. like when a professor asked you, "which legislation abolished the national-origins quota system?"
fuck. the worst time to be called on. you were barely paying attention.
"uhm, the bracero program," it came out panicked and more of a question than a statement.
with a sigh, your professor turned to the class, "guys, please stay focused. we just went over this." she averted her gaze back to you, "the immigration and nationality act of '65 ms y/ln/n"
you felt hot all over and your palms were super sweaty. how embarrassing.
"excuse me, if i may?" with a nod from your professor, satoru continued, "to be fair, we were just discussing how the end of the bracero program changed mexican labor migration, so i can see why she crossed the two. it technically was a breeding ground for immigrants to come to the country without the process of documentation."
"thank you sir, for your technicality," she was not impressed, "now if i may continue teaching? is that okay with you professor satoru?"
you felt a smile creeping onto your face. you looked over to satoru only to find him already looking your way. he winked.
you couldn't lie, it was really nice of him to back you up. even if you were wrong. there was something sweet about the act. when class was over, you slowly walked up to him.
"you didn't need to do that"
"i know, but i wanted to. besides, i can't have my partner out here making me look stupid."
you rolled your eyes. "well, thank you," you said quietly. "i'll see you around"
"actually, i wanted to see if you'd be down to work some more. but you still don't look your best. do you need me to take you to urgent care?"
a few vibration rings stopped you from replying. you observed him as his eyes moved left to right. his entire demeanor changed, he looked .. sad?
he cleared his throat, "i'm sorry, i have to go home. i'll text you to see when we can meet up again okay?"
on your drive from campus, you felt weird. it wasn't just the sickness, though. it was something else, a different gross feeling. like wondering what had upset satoru.
it's none of my business, you thought.
after a shower and a power nap, you cranked up the heat and plopped on the sofa. you were hoping to get lots of work done to compensate for your academic fuck up in class.
you were in the middle of looking through scholarly articles to cite when he texted you.
s
hru feeling?
you left him on read for about 15 minutes before changing the subject.
you
any good progress on your work? keyword: good.
s
ehh, i've been off my game i admit.
library in 30?
you almost wanted to ask why he left so abruptly earlier, why he changed his mind. you almost wanted to care.
you
*thumbs up*
satoru was already there when you arrived. sitting with .. a girl?
you had seen her around before. claire. your first year a lot, in a few on your gen ed courses. you weren't in the social group of partying and getting drunk every weekend, so you didn't see her much outside of class.
but you'd definitely heard of her. hmph it's fitting that she's struggling with her studies
and there he was, captain save a hoe, tutoring her. you watched from across the room as she gathered her things. with her skirt and sandals, you could agree she was very pretty.
then, she hugged him before leaving. you waited until she was out of sight to approach satoru.
"c'mon how much is she paying you?"
he looked up at you in disbelief, "she's not"
"well, what's she doing for you? i mean why would you help someone possibly get better than you?"
he genuinely was confused, "maybe because i view her as a human being and not a component."
"liar," you mumbled as you pulled out a chair across from him.
he didn't say anything. in fact, as the evening went on, he didn't speak much at all. only answering with yes or no's and facial expressions.
for some reason it bothered you.
an hour and a half had gone by and it was then you mutually decided that was enough for tonight.
he scratched the back of his neck as he spoke, "i'm starving, i'll cya."
you watched him start to walk away.
before properly thinking, you interjected, "wait."
you ignored your mind's protests, "i'm hungry too."
he didn't reject the idea, but he also wasn't in his usual annoyingly positive mood.
he said he knew a place. it was a cute little diner, one that looked out of place amongst modern buildings.
the menu was expected - burgers, fries, and shakes.
"you sure you're not still feeling peckish? we can split a meal so you don't have to eat too much. i know you're not feeling well."
there goes that considerate side of him again. even when something has clearly been on his mind for the better half of the day.
"that's actually a good idea."
a half smile appeared on his face. the waitress came over. she looked the part - hair in an updo, middle aged, and a slight accent.
"oouu satoru is this a girl?" she shot you a wink and a gorgeous grin.
he blushed, "hey barb, we were hungry after studying for a bit, that's all."
"she's a doll, i'm glad you chose to bring her here! i'm gonna make sure your date goes smoothly.
you choked on your spit. his eyes widened.
"nonononono it's not like that-"
"it's not? satoru, we've been seeing each other for a month now. do i not mean anything to you?" you feigned sadness.
it felt like his heart skipped a beat hearing those words leave your mouth, it took him a second to reply.
he dramatically placed his hand over his heart, "apparently, i'm a terrible boyfriend barb."
she smirked, "well, you can make it up to this fine lady by buying her dinner."
after placing your order, satoru kicked your shin under the table. you yelped. he laughed.
"what the fuck was that for?!" you exclaimed, rubbing your leg.
"me? what was that? you probably made her think i'm such a fuckboy."
"now she thinks you're my fuckboy though," you shrugged.
"you're out of your mind. you know? if you wanted me to be yours, all you had to do was ask."
"oh please, you are such an ass." your words were supposed to be mean, but the smile on your face told a different story.
"but .. you want me to be your ass?"
"satoru, you can kiss my ass."
"boy, i could only dream"
it was your turn to kick him.
"ow! i was just kidding."
your food came fairly quickly and you didn't even notice how late it was until you looked around and you two were the only ones still at the diner besides staff.
he picked up the bill and shortly after, walked you to your car. it was strange. after saying goodbye, you didn't know how to leave.
normally, you'd walk away and not look back. but this felt different. you ended up just leaving it at that though, and wishing him a goodnight.
but it also seemed like he had maybe thought the exit was unfinished. he had stood there and watched you pull off.
should i have hugged him?
back at home, you were on your phone staring at satoru's instagram.
no photos. but his reposts were filled with video game edits and politics. weird mix to publicly display, he's so cute.
you scared your own self with that thought. you immediately sat up and ran your hands through your hair. you would never find him cute.
but .. he does make you laugh. he's so dorky. and he is really sweet. and, well, maybe he hasn't been as aggravating as he used to be.
you were so into your thoughts that you hadn't realized dr fushiguro wrote you back.
Apologies for a late response.
Networking isn't prohibited, but direct contact with individuals involved in candidate selection could create concerns about undue influence.
I've already forwarded this to the fellowship coordinator for clarification, and they've launched an investigation.
holy shit you were gonna vomit.
that's what's been up with him
you rushed to reply
I think I may have misunderstood his notes. Please disregard my previous email. I no longer believe there was any wrongdoing and do not wish to pursue this further.
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you awoke feeling better physically than you had the past couple days, but emotionally horrible.
how could you be so evil? no wonder he's been down.
but does he know this is all your doing? it doesn't seem so, but you don't think satoru would be the type to reciprocate negativity.
he's too kind for that.
but to know for sure, you texted to test the waters.
you
ready to work?
s
oof, i can't
gotta tutor claire
you can't deny how irritated you were by his response.
you
satoru, this is srs.
i can't do all the work while you run off to (redacted) her
s
bro wtf
def not doing that
whats it to you anyway
he was right. that had nothing to do with you. but for some reason, the thought of it bugged you.
i just don't want anything hindering his capabilities for our project
sure ... that was definitely the case.
your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a while, contemplating on what to say.
you
come over after?
s
ofc mommy
jkjkjk
but yes
you were trying to stop yourself from laughing.
you
weirdo
after tidying up the house for company, you were stretched out on the sofa. online shopping on your laptop and stuffing your face with cheez its.
your phone buzzed with a notification from your ring camera. it was satoru, standing outside making stupid faces in the frame as he waited for you to come to the door.
you rushed to the door and swung it open.
"hey creep."
"from you? i'll take it"
you snorted as you stepped aside to let him in. he made his way to your living room. he picked up your snack box.
"bro you're sad. you're in here munching on c-tier snacks."
"shut the fuck up," you sneered as you snatched the box.
"yes ma'am," he made himself at home. shoes were already kicked off and his jacket was on the floor. "so whatcha wanna do?"
"hmm you wanna watch something? maybe order food?" you sat down next to him.
"'m not hungry, but movie sounds good to me. anything in mind," he asked as he reached for your remote.
without thinking, you questioned, "what? did you eat with claire?"
"stop being jealous," he laid back into the cushions, "it's cute but also scary."
you hit him with a pillow. "i am far from jealous. i just asked a question." you didn't even believe that yourself.
"sure thing, babe."
you both agreed on watching obsession. weird choice for the setting, but you guys were just friends. two pals, chilling. i guess
satoru was sat with his legs parted and arms stretched over the top of the couch cushions. at some point you laid at the opposite end, feet hanging over his lap.
neither of you knew how it got there, nor were either of you bothered by it.
you grabbed a blanket from behind you and lazily draped it over your body.
"toru, cover my feet please?"
and without hesitation, he picked up a foot and began caressing it.
"nah, i can keep them warm."
"you're freaky," you pretended to gag, "put the blanket over my feet."
he did as instructed, but not without making a sad puppy dog face.
"you're so mean. if i had a one wish willow, i'd wish that you were kind to me."
you deadpanned, "if i had a one wish willow, i'd wish you were less annoying."
"i'm not annoying, you're just hard to please."
"yes .. because asking you to cover my feet is a very strenuous task, right?"
"hey, i did it!"
"my feet are still cold! don't worry about it, i'm going to get socks."
you paused the tv and went to your room. while you were up, you decided it'd be a good idea to pee as well.
that was not a good idea. your laptop had been left open on your coffee table.
satoru thought it would've been funny to change your screensaver to ballerina capuccina.
it wasn't so funny when he saw a notification come across the screen. an email from dr fushiguro:
when you returned from the bathroom, he was already gone.
"satoru?" you looked around, thinking he was gonna jump out from somewhere. but there was no sign of him.
as you looked for your phone, you noticed your laptop was moved. then you noticed what was displayed.
fuck
you
i'm so sorry dude
i never meant to hurt u i swear
you were about to send a third text out of panic, but you realized nothing was going through. so you tried calling.
sent to voicemail on the first ring.
he blocked you.
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you sat with your actions for a few days, before going to dr fushiguro. not that you wanted to, but because he hadn't been available for meetings for a minute.
"i'm having a very difficult time understanding why one of my best students would do this to another."
"sir, my report was motivated by competitiveness. i accept whatever consequences follow, but please. i don't want to cause satoru anymore trouble."
"i understand. it's good that you've come to tell the truth y/n."
"i just wanted to make this all go away. he hasn't done anything wrong," you were beginning to cry.
toji embraced you with open arms, allowing you to sob into his chest.
"you made a mistake, but you did a very good thing by coming here."
you pulled back, "thank you dr fushiguro. but i don't deserve your kind words." you wiped your face on the sleeves of your sweater.
"i want out of the competition."
that evening, you laid in your bed feeling empty. there was nothing left of you. you had lost the one person you were just starting to enjoy. and it was all your fault.
you knew it was a lost cause texting, but you did it anyway.
you
i told the truth to dr fushiguro
ik this doesn't undo what i did to u
but i js wanted u to know. i dropped from the project
i wish u the best
just delivered. you wondered if he turned off his read receipts and the very thought made you want to cry.
you checked insta. he still had you blocked there.
you couldn't sleep with how morally disgusting you felt. you tried your hardest not to, but you couldn't help checking your phone constantly to see if he texted back.
no new notifications.
you eventually told yourself to not worry about it, at least i got to tell him
you tossed and turned all night long, unable to comfortably sleep knowing you've created a mess.
when you woke up, there was a text from him. your heart raced as you rushed to open the message.
s
we should talk
you
my place?
s
yea
you
whenever works for u
you spent the next few hours trying to study, but you couldn't help checking your phone again. you moved to the living room and left your phone on your bed.
deep down, you just wanted to be closer to the door in case he showed up.
there it was, the doorbell of doom and despair. you got up, took a deep breath, and dragged your feet to the door. you opened it and the guy before you did not look like himself.
his eyes were red and the surrounding area puffy. he had been crying.
"hey," he waited for you to let him in.
"oh sorry, c'mon."
you shut the door and locked it before directing him to your couch.
"i would've never guessed it was you, y/n"
you couldn't stop your eyes from watering.
"i know and i'm so sorry, i should've never done it."
he turned his body to you, to make eye contact. "i didn't know you actually hated me. i knew there was a tiny academic rivalry, but i always saw you as the one person who could make me wanna be better," he paused, "i didn't see you as someone i needed to take down, not once."
the tears were falling and you couldn't stop them.
"i can't say it enough - i hate myself for what i did. it was such a cruel act when you've only ever been nice to me. i don't know what i was thinking satoru."
"i used to check your grades before mine to see if you did well. then i'd know i had somebody worth chasing," he scoffed, "and to think, i was hoping once all this was over, i could've taken you on a real date."
you wanted to full on bawl. right there, right in front of him. but you maintained your composure as best as you could.
"i would've loved that. but i wouldn't have deserved it."
"yeah, i know that now," he inhaled, "i do appreciate you trying to make things right. and i'm sorry for reading the email, it was wrong."
"no. don't apologize, i've done far worse."
"still. it sucks, though. i still have these feelings even though you betrayed me. the worst part is, you liked me. you were sitting there liking me while knowing what you did, and you still didn’t tell me. so now i don’t even know what was real."
"i understand if you never want to speak again," you sniffle, "but my feelings are real. i know i’ve given you every reason not to believe that, but they are, and they won't go away either."
he didn't say anything, he just sat there staring.
"you're stressing me out." he rubbed his temples. "and that's what pisses me off. i should want nothing to do with you."
"i'm sorry."
a sigh. "i've been up all night crying because .. i still like you."
fresh tears dropped, hot as ever. all you could mutter was another apology.
"i keep telling myself you did this to me. they froze my candidacy. i had to turn over every email i'd sent anyone connected to the company. dr fushiguro wasn't even allowed to speak on my behalf while they reviewed it. yet i continued working because i wanted you to succeed."
your heart felt heavy. he really did care for you. "i'm so sorry satoru."
"but then i think that you gave up your spot, you dropped from the project completely," his features softened, "and i know how much that meant to you."
"it would mean nothing had i used your downfall to get there."
"y/n, i'm so pathetic for you. i'm supposed to be angry, and i am. but for some reason, i can't stop thinking of you."
without a second to spare, you grabbed his hand. "please, don't leave. i'm so pathetic for you. and i know this is unfair of me to want, but please stay."
ohhhh brother … i can make clark kent cuss if i want to, its my page. sorry i like to write into my pleasures so if i have to make every man mean, that’s my prerogative.
however, i’m sure an accurately written clark fic would be just as yummy if he was nerded out and shy
I know your pinned says you're open to writing for anyone , so I wanted to ask first if you'd be okay writing a Fic for Ross Lynch , if not it's ok. I just stumbled across your Clark content and it's AMAZING. The breeding stuff specifically is just chef's kiss 🤏🏽🤭
you are too kind!!! i’ve never written for ross lynch but that doesn’t really stop me - i’ve thought about writing for different character like nightwing or vigilante, but if i can write about elvis (don’t judge) … i can do ross lynch. i’d just have to get the gears goin
im so late ikik. and im posting these out of order. hopefully i can finish the other two by tn or tm during my flight. hope ur spooky season has been well!
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rival neighbor!clark who acts as if it’ll kill him to be nice to you. as if a single utter of a compliment would shatter his entire existence. however, he will throw out a quick comment about how loud the squelching sounds are from your cunt as it creates a creamy white ring around the base of his cock. “noisy pussy you got,” he’d mumble. “a shame if someone heard me turning you into a brainless slut,” he’d say as he’d hook a finger in the corner of your mouth.
rival neighbor!clark who has known you since your parents moved into the nice suburban neighborhood when you were 11. seen every phase and milestone. even every boy you’ve brought over, cursing himself for letting an idiot even think he has a chance with you. or when you touch yourself when it’s dark out and think no one’s watching. but he is, he definitely is. he wouldn’t tell a soul or ever admit it, but he whispers a hushed thanks that your window is adjacent to his while fisting his leaky cock, wishing it was your soft plump lips around him instead of his right hand.
rival neighbor!clark whom has bullied you ever since you were 11. middle school and throughout high school — you’re just lucky you escaped the terrorizing during college … or so you thought. whenever you visited your parents on breaks or long weekends, clark somehow wound up in between your legs bullying his length in your frothing pussy, his tip meanly kissing your cervix. with one hand slapped against your drooling mouth attempting to muffle your fucked out mewls and moans, “keep fuckin quiet ‘less you want your people comin in here” the scene came to his mind. “i think you’d like that, showin mommy and daddy what this sweet hole can do”
rival neighbor!clark who insisted you spend your time with him upon hearing you had no other halloween plans. “tch no surprise to me loser. lucky for you, we’re going trick or treating”
“aren’t you a little too old for that ..?”
you wondered why and how you willingly and constantly hung around clark. both of your families thought you guys would eventually date, often cooing at the sight of you together as time progressed. however, you knew you had a real eater on your hands and no matter how harsh and crass he can be, you always knew you were in demand.
rival neighbor!clark who incessantly tried to stop your bag - literally, your candy bag - by racing you to different houses. a small but slight scowl on his face whenever you’d win the homeowner over first. “of course that guy gave you more, your tits are practically out and that whole get up is screaming fuck me”
you feigned a frown before spinning, “what? you don’t like?” you sported the shortest leather mini skirt and bralette and lazily slapped on some cat ears and eyeliner whiskers.
clark wanted to take you out of the whole ensemble if he was being honest. thoughts of lapping at your sweet saccharine bud til you were writhing and all sensitive, pleading for him to halt the repeated attacks from his mouth. he couldn’t tell you that he was imagining himself nose deep into your cunt, a trail of your juices covering the lower half of his face, eating like it was his final meal before death.
“please. i’ve seen better, but if A-list whore was what you were going for, then you nailed it.”
rival neighbor!clark who calls off the entire bet before the night is over. pouting that it was pointless to keep going, which ultimately meant you won due to him forfeiting. and that’s how he ended up blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back and legs strapped to your desk chair.
“this is- so fuckin stupid” he tried to bite, but he just couldn’t form a proper thought as you stroked him. there he was in your room, across from your laptop with the green light indicating it was recording. he poorly attempted to hide his excitement when you delivered the premise of your victory: to edge him on video.
“aww widdle clark falling apart over some silly hands”
those hands were in fact making him fall apart. you were doing damage to his ego with every movement, going fast and then stopping every now and then. he couldn’t even speak anymore, body jolting every time your hand fisted up to his tip, which was angry and red, ready to spill everything he had.
you enjoyed every second. you finally were in control, using him like a plaything. and when you didn’t stop your motions, even after him spraying his abs and your hands with his milky cum, you definitely were playing with your toy.
i was gonna wait until friday oct 3rd to have it on schedule, but i just couldn’t sit on this one … consider this an early freaktober treat 😏
“if you want a phone call, y’gotta work for it. can’t just give you anything you ask for sweetheart”
clark had you on your knees right there in the middle of his field, cornstalks surrounding the both of you and providing some sort of privacy with height and quantity.
“open wide sweetheart, i gotta fuck some sense into this mouth. teach you how to talk to me”
2k words, loosely proofread, pls enjoy
driving home along one of the back dirt roads wasn’t the smartest move, but how were you supposed to know what the check engine light switching from still to blinking meant.
you hadn’t even noticed the smoke coming from the front of your vehicle at first.
you immediately pulled over, turned the car off, and hopped out, as if it was gonna detonate at any second.
annoyed at yourself for making a slight inconvenience an even worse one, you tried to calm down by reminding yourself it was okay. there was nothing wrong with you taking the scenic route for the drive home from uni.
you were hot, irritated, and terrified. you were way out of the city by now, but not quite home yet either. you still had your ways to go.
gotta call dad was your next best thought. as you dialed the number you know by heart, you couldn’t help but notice your surroundings.
the phone wasn’t even ringing, no service. great, best way to kick off halloweekend is being stranded in bum fuck nowhere.
yes, you drove past here constantly throughout each year at university, but there’s a vast difference actually standing out there.
nothing but straight grass to your right and on your left, large stalks that a serial killer would definitely be hiding in.
presumably with a field like this, someone must be tending to it. and you were sure the sun would start setting in the next hour or two.
you grabbed your purse out of the passenger seat, locked your car, and decided to walk along the cornfield. you were hoping to come up on a house or a barn or just proof of life other than yourself and the cicadas.
y’gotta be fucking kidding me … after checking the time, you noticed what felt like an hour was only ten minutes.
in almost an instant you heard something, something ruffling in the field. now, you weren’t stupid. you would not normally go investigate.
however you crossed your fingers for a friendly farmer and not some hash slinging slasher or carnivorous beast as you made your way towards the nearest row.
you tried your best to follow the faint noise of clanking. as it sounded closer, you began to pick up speed praying whoever it was wouldn’t be gone by the time you got to them.
you probably didn’t realize how hastily you decided to speed walk because you ended up tripping over a grounded weed.
it was a loud thud, embarrassingly so given the fact that you had now alerted someone.
you tried to swiftly get up and brush it all off as footsteps approached.
“the hell are you doin’?” the gruff voice made you lift your head.
“u-uhm well,” you stammered, “my car started smoking and i have no clue where i am so i was looking for help.” he seemed unmoved by your story, scanning you up and down.
you stood there in an awkward silence, feeling antsy just from looking at this guy. if he wasn’t so intimidating, you’d have no problem twirling your hair and batting your lashes.
who were you kidding, his demeanor made him even hotter.
you cleared your throat, “so yea, do you think you have a phone or landline i could use inside? i need to make a call”
the longer his eyes bored into you, the more fidgety you got. his lack of words or smiles was genuinely unsettling. so much for a friendly farmer.
a farmer indeed. he definitely is a little more on the buff side for one, but that makes it better; the way his muscles are threatening to bust out of his shirt sent a wave of heat throughout you.
the top of his overalls flipped over instead of being buttoned at both corners did something major for his sex appeal. it was daunting how low the pants sat, teasing right above a nice v line.
he kissed his teeth, switching the piece of hay straw to the other side of his mouth. a dimple slightly popped out from the quick action. could he get any finer.
“so you come onto my property, snagging my crops and wandering your feet all over my seedings, and now you got the nerve to open that pretty lil mouth and make a demand?”
you were truly at a lack of words. how did he make it sound so incredulous.
“okay, sir i think you’re exaggerating a bit here”
something shifted in the way he looked at you. “tch, now it’s sir. where was all the respect for me a second ago, i saw you undressing me with y’er eyes darlin”
you froze. he stepped forward, closer to you.
“don’t be afraid, ‘m jus gonna teach you a lil lesson. sum’n a city girl like you is in desperate need of”
“if you want a phone call, y’gotta work for it. can’t just give you anything you ask for sweetheart”
clark had you on your knees right there in the middle of his field, cornstalks surrounding the both of you and providing some sort of privacy with height and quantity.
“you city princesses think you can just waltz into anywhere, dangle those perky tits at any fella and have your way”
you would have been offended, had he not just implied he thought your tits were perky. so he definitely was checking you out while you were checking him out.
you raised your shirt, revealing no bra and pushed your boobs together. “i think ‘m gonna get my way for sure, sir”
he took a nipple between his fingers and pinched not so softly. his rough digits twiddling your soft points, eliciting a string of mewls.
“so certain. i like it, can’t wait to knock your slutty mouth down a few pegs” he spoke and a grin crept up on his face. clark enjoyed ruining girls like you. thinking you’re so strong and bold, only to be left with your swollen pussy stretched and stuffed with the brute’s thick seed.
“open wide sweetheart, i gotta fuck some sense into this mouth. teach you how to talk to me”
he dropped the overalls and there were the largest thighs you’ve seen on a man, nothing like the guys on campus.
you reached for the waistband of his boxers, freeing what you assumed to be monster cock. veins protruding and tip flustered and leaky as you took it in your hands.
he let you take the reigns since you weren’t off to a bad start. rubbing his mushroom tip across your wet lips, glazing his precum over them.
however you learned kissing and licking was prolonging things a bit too much for him. he tapped your cheek, signaling you to open up.
he laid himself flat on your tongue, slowly working his way to the back of your throat. your mouth had a lot of adjusting to do, you were trying your hardest not to smother with such a heavy shaft lodged between your lips.
“mmmfh right, get comfortable,” he was surprised you weren’t so quick to get accommodated. it only gave him the green light to be as rough as possible. you were showing him a pretty whore like you could handle it.
and that you did. eyes watery, nose runny, and spit dripping from your mouth down your chin and onto your tits. one of your lashes was now on your cheek, and you were so focused, all you could hear were the gurgles of saliva being pushed around in your mouth and throat.
thankfully no one but a scarecrow was around to hear the muffled gags.
you kept your eyes on him, big doe orbs looking up at him while he kept your head in place. he looked down at you and it was obvious he was liking his view.
“look at you, messy girl,” he stifled a moan, “throat- fuck so fucking tight. y’er keepin up a little too well. gotta be way m-meaner with this hole”
he pinched your nose and watched you sputter around him. swallowing around him trying to get a single breath in, to his dismay however, you stood your ground. even with your eyes red with tears falling and your face losing color.
“my g-god y’er a fuckin pro,” he dragged himself back, allowing you to cough and breathe, “you must be used to this, perfect throat being used. need to keep you around so i can bruise it up whenever i want.”
clark oddly liked the sound of that, leaving your voice all hoarse from his cock and using you to drain his balls. you could probably do it every morning before he milked the cows.
snot at the entrance of your nose and your chest covered in drool, you took his cock back into your hands. sloppily stroking him, you opened your flushed mouth, “sir, can you fuck me now?”
he gritted his teeth before hissing as you found your way to his balls. your pussy was aching for attention, and you kinda still needed to make a call.
clark put you on top in his favorite position, reverse cowgirl. watch the fat globes of your ass gobble him up had his toes curling in his work boots.
“maybe i need a good college slut like you, damnit is this w-what you do for grades,” he wouldn’t doubt it. the way you deliberately slammed yourself back down onto him was unbelievable.
“sloppy fuckin pussy getting me all wet, cryin and spillin all over me- tch she’s sucking me in”
“y-yes sir mmm, yes daddy,” you said in between gasps, “wanted to r-ride you”
you were so glad you had no service, so grateful your car was a piece of shit. because then you wouldn’t be whoring yourself out, bouncing on this man’s lap in the middle of a farm.
he grabbed and swatted your ass every now and then, lecturing you to keep going. “this cunt gonna get a big load of you keep at it, don’t disappoint her”
“tch c-can’t believe you, interrupting my field work, just to get this pretty pussy destroyed,” he sounded crass, “is that what you wanted doll? wanted me to to fuck you dumb?”
you stupidly nodded your head, “yes i d-did daddy”
“needed some dick from a man old enough to be y’er fuckin father i see. maybe that’s the real issue- shit, y’jus needed a good fuck from an old man like me.”
your pace began to falter as every word he uttered had you clenching around him, ready to spray at any moment.
“keep fuckin bouncing baby, need to give you y’er reward for being a good girl, fuck, need to give this pussy a goddamn medal”
his rough hands were at your waist, guiding you up and down tirelessly. every thrust had you full, you were you could see him in your tummy.
“s-shit ‘m gonna cum baby, beg for it”
“p-please sir can i have it inside, c-can i have your nut inside daddy. gonna be a c-cute farm mommy”
he wasn’t too sure about the mommy part but having you around to fuck into everyday wouldn’t be a problem for him with such a sweet pussy you had on you.
loud squelches from your juices and your fucked out moans was sending him over the edge. you squeezed around him as you came, tight hole spasming sporadically.
“slutty girl begging to be knocked up, fuck y’er gonna kill me”
he brought you down one last time as he came, white stickiness filling your womb.
you laid back onto his chest, sounds of you both panting to catch breath. he softened inside you before pulling out, his load dribbling out of you.
“goddamn girl,” he chuckled, “you almost taught me a lesson.”
you giggled, still trying to pace your breathing.
“alright, let’s get you to the phone. n i can check out the car for you,” he paused as he let his hands rake through his hair, “gotta get you a plan b, too.”
raise your hand if you’d let mean farmer!clark ruin your life?
summary: You’ve grown used to spending Tuesday nights on a rooftop with Superman. You shared takeout, talked for hours about anything, and tried to pretend you weren’t slowly falling for him. The only issue was you had no idea who he was behind Superman.
content warnings: alcohol mentioned once, heels and skirt worn by reader, no physical description of reader, no smut, kissing, mostly just fluff (I guess if you could even call it that?)
word count: 2.4k+
pairing: collegestudent!female!reader x Superman/Clark Kent
Metropolis seemed to be the place that never slept. Even after midnight, neon lights continued to flicker, traffic hummed along many streets, and sounds of people laughing spilled from the bars and restaurants that were littered on every corner. You were used to it by now after your first semester at Metropolis University. The energy was overwhelming at times, but it beat the staleness of your small hometown.
That night wasn’t much different. You were walking back to your dorm after a night out with your friends. Your heels clicked against the pavement as the hem of your skirt needed to be pulled down every once in a while. The city was always a little brighter after a few drinks as your ears still pounded slightly from the loud music of the club.
Passing a random alleyway, you caught him in the corner of your eye. You slowed slightly as at first you thought it was just a shadow of a man slouched against the brick. When the light caught him, your breath caught in your throat. The cape was unmistakable. Superman.
You had only ever seen him from a distance. A few times flying over some skyscrapers, and the rest of the time just through shaky news footage on your phone or tv. Never like this, where you were close enough to be able to count the bruises across his jaw or hear the strained sound of his breathing. His large frame was pressed against the wall, fingers curling into the brick as if he was steadying himself. His head was bowed, mumbling words under his breath that were too low for you to even make sense of.
Any other time, you were the type to mind your own business and keep walking. Maybe you could blame your curiosity on the alcohol. Before you knew it, you had taken a few steps into the alley.
“Are you okay?” The sound of your voice causes him to freeze. He hadn’t even heard your footsteps as he was so lost in the fog of exhaustion and thoughts. Slowly, he lifted his head.
Blue eyes found yours. They were sharp and piercing, but they held the same amount of startle as yours now did.
“I-“ his voice cracked before he steadied it. He straightened, standing at his full height now as his cape rustled before falling back into place. “Yes. I’m fine.”
His voice returned to the same deep tone he always carried as Superman. You blinked, realizing you were just staring as you nod. “Okay.”
You kept it pretty simple as you turn to continue on your way. Something flicked inside him at the way you had accepted his answer so easily. It was a mix between amusement and disappointment that you were walking away so quickly.
Your beauty had stunned him, but of course he’d never admit that to a random woman in a dark alleyway. It wasn’t like he was trying to creep you out. But he also couldn’t stop the way his steps followed after you.
“You’re walking alone?” He calls after you.
You glanced over your shoulder, your eyes catching his and offered a small, friendly grin. “Yeah. I live a few blocks away.”
He nodded once, decisive. “I’ll walk with you.”
Before you could even let the argument slip past your lips, his long strides fell into place beside yours. The cape trailed just enough to brush the air behind him as he towered over you. The few pedestrians out at this hour slowed, stared, whispered. You knew it probably looked odd.
You bit back a laugh as your face felt hot. “This is embarrassing.” The words slipped out before you could stop them, and your eyes widened as you winced slightly. “I mean- sorry. That sounded rude. I didn’t mean it like that.”
His lips curved slightly into a faintly bashful smile that softened his entire face. “Don’t worry. I know what you meant.”
It is quiet between the two of you as you cross the next street before you speak. “So you talk to yourself?” Your eyes glance up to him.
His brow furrows slightly as his eyes meet yours. “What?”
“In the alley,” you clarify, grinning slightly. “You were mumbling. It kind of sounded like a conversation, but you were the only one there.”
Color crept faintly into his cheeks, and he rubbed the back of his neck. His gaze darted away for a moment. “…I do that sometimes.”
You laughed softly. “I do too.”
You made him feel so out of his element already, which worried him. Just the sound of your voice caused his heartbeat to increase.
You sigh as you slow down to pause in front of the building. “Well, this is me. Thank you for walking me home.”
He looks down at you with a small smile on his lips. “Don’t thank me. I wanted to. Goodnight,” he pauses after the last word, lifting his gaze slightly as if he wanted your name. You tell him and his chest flutters at knowing something else about you. He repeats it, telling you to have a good night once again.
That was how it started.
You didn’t know what urged you to stop that night. But from then on, Tuesday nights became yours. Superman would land on the roof of your dorm, the gust of wind announcing his arrival, and you’d already be waiting. Sometimes with takeout, sometimes with homework sprawled around you, sometimes with just tons to yap about. The most confusing part was you weren’t sure what this was. A friendship, sure, but you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t look forward to those nights a little too much.
He felt the same way. He wanted nothing more than to see you more often, show you who he truly was, even ask you on a date. There were several times where he wanted to plan an “accidental” run in as Clark. But he was terrified you wouldn’t give him the time of day as someone so dorky and awkward. So the late night hang outs continued. You didn’t ask who he truly was, and he didn’t bring it up either.
You were sitting on the roof of your dorm building, back pressed against the brick wall as two containers of chow mein sat next to you. You had a textbook opened into your lap, the cool breeze of the night brushing past your legs that weren’t covered at all in your pajama shorts. Your teeth held one of your hoodie strings between them out of habit.
The familiar rush of wind came shortly after as you didn’t even have to look over to know he was here. His landing was always quiet but never subtle.
“Hey Supes,” you tease, turning the page. “I got you some Chinese in case you’re hungry.”
When you did finally glance over, your lips curve in a half smile. Because there you were with your takeout, and there he was standing a few feet away holding his own bag of food like a person arriving late to a gathering.
“I did the same for you,” he admitted, the corner of his mouth curving in a sheepish smile.
“Oh, we’re trying to out-nice eachother now?” You grin, watching as he settles about a foot away from you. For a moment it almost feels unreal as it did in the beginning. Superman, a world known figure, sitting criss cross near you with takeout between the two of you.
“We might have to start setting up dates for who brings what,” he responds.
You reach over to look through the bag that he brought as you begin to speak again. “So you remember that paper you helped me write last week?” You ask, pulling open the container to find falafel. You tap your finger with your thumb as you make an excited face since it was one of your favorites.
He grins, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he had no idea what you were doing. He would have to add that into his phone notes of the various gestures and phrases you used so he could look them up later. You made him feel so out of touch but he loved every second of it.
“The one where your contribution was typing your name at the top?” He asks, and your eyes flicker to his face as you can’t hold back a grin. He had been growing more comfortable with teasing you as time passed.
“Yeah, if that’s how you want to remember it,” you laugh lightly. “Anyway, I got 100 on it. Like, my professor had no corrections at all and said it was the best thing he’s read all semester. How are you so good at writing?”
He ducked his head slightly, trying to disguise the flush creeping up his neck. “Oh, you know… I’m just good with words, I guess,” he replies, hoping you wouldn’t notice how nervous he was around you again. “Lots of practice.”
Your nod as your eyes narrow slightly, taking a bite of food. You would have to circle back to his last comment later.
He glances down at the textbook in your lap as he tries to change the subject. “Economics, huh? That’s some pretty heavy stuff.”
You sigh as you glance back to the book. “Yeah. I have a test tomorrow.” You pause for a moment before speaking again. “When you say you have lots of practice, does that mean through your job? Like your day job I mean?” You ask simply, going back to what he said. You were always trying to subtly pull information out of him in hopes you could find out who he really was without him telling you. It was like a game. “Maybe you went to school for it?”
His lips parted like he’d been caught in the middle of something. For a split second, his eyes flickered away before he leaned back against the brick wall with you.
“My day job,” he repeated. He adjusted the carton in his hands like it demanded his full attention. “Yeah, something like that.”
You tilted your head, chewing thoughtfully as your eyes stayed locked on him. “So you do have one.”
That nervous little smile tugged at his mouth. “Doesn’t everyone?”
“Not really,” you smile. “I mean, Superman doesn’t exactly strike me as the clock in, clock out type.”
He chuckled under his breath and you felt a small thrill that maybe you’d managed to crack his composure. “Maybe I like blending in,” he offered.
“So it has something to do with writing,” you continue, watching as he takes a bite.
He swallows before giving you a look, but the slight smile is still there. “You ask a lot of questions. I really don’t even have the chance to get to know you.”
You grin, shaking your head as you continue to eat. “You know me. You know my name and where I live. That basically means you know me more than a lot of people.”
He sighs and shakes his head with a grin, and he swears he is about to open his mouth to tell you his real name before you keep talking.
“But fine. I’ll ask easier questions for now. Do you have a girlfriend?”
His heart thuds in his chest for a different reason as he meets your gaze again, pausing. “No. No girlfriend.”
His response amuses you for a second as you laugh. “Uh oh. There was a pause. I’ll rephrase, does your secret identity have a girlfriend?”
That makes him laugh this time as he shakes his head.
“No, no parts of me have a girlfriend. I promise.”
You smile as you pick up the other container, still amused. “Boyfriend? You know there’s talk on the internet that you and Batman might have something going on,” you tease.
That did it. His head dropped instantly as another laugh escaped him, covering his face with his hand. “Oh my gosh,” he mutters, his shoulders shaking slightly in amusement. “You are… what is that word you called me last week?”
You smirk widely. You always loved the way his voice got higher when he couldn’t stop laughing. “Insufferable?”
“You are insufferable,” his grins, his laughter dying down as he looks up at you again. “But no. I only spend time with one person that I look at in more than a platonic way.”
Your grin falters for a second and your lips part as you blink at him. “Oh yeah?” you say softly, your tone playful but your pulse quickening. “And who’s that?”
His gaze lingers on you, unflinching, until the air between you feels heavy. “You already know,” he says softly.
You feel your breath catch, your heart clenching in your chest. Before you can even think of a clever reply, he leans in. His lips find yours gently, testing at first, but the warmth of his lips rushes through you so fast your head spins.
You almost forget to breathe at how unreal this feels. Your hands gently find his shoulders as you kiss him back. He pulls back just enough for you to see the faint flush over his cheeks before his voice rumbles against your lips.
“My name is Clark Kent,” he admits, and before you can even react his lips are on yours again.
“I work at the Daily Planet,” he murmurs between another kiss, his mouth curving into a smile before pressing them against yours again.
You try to laugh against his lips, giddy with amusement and disbelief before he is pulling away again. “Clark?”
But you are cut off as he kisses your jaw. “I live at 344 Clinton street,” he returns to your lips as pecks them again. “Apartment 3D.”
You can barely breathe, partly from laughing but also the way this large man you had been falling for over the last few weeks was kissing you so intensely. Your hands have now found his nape as your fingers glide into his hair.
He pulls away once more to kiss the corner of your mouth. “You’re insane,” you giggle.
“My phone number is 555-5185,” another kiss. “And I wear glasses.”
By the time he pulls back properly, you’re breathless with laughter and your lips tingle. He’s smiling, but rests his forehead against yours as he nuzzles your face.
“Seriously, anything you want to know about me, I’ll tell you. Anything,” he says softly as his large hand holds your face gently.
“You’re not real,” you whisper with a small smile.
“Neither are you,” he counters, brushing his thumb over your cheek before stealing another kiss.
notes: this was just a fun little something I guess. I needed something light bc the other piece I am working on is killing meeee!! Thanks for reading 💋💋
i was gonna wait until friday oct 3rd to have it on schedule, but i just couldn’t sit on this one … consider this an early freaktober treat 😏
“if you want a phone call, y’gotta work for it. can’t just give you anything you ask for sweetheart”
clark had you on your knees right there in the middle of his field, cornstalks surrounding the both of you and providing some sort of privacy with height and quantity.
“open wide sweetheart, i gotta fuck some sense into this mouth. teach you how to talk to me”
2k words, loosely proofread, pls enjoy
driving home along one of the back dirt roads wasn’t the smartest move, but how were you supposed to know what the check engine light switching from still to blinking meant.
you hadn’t even noticed the smoke coming from the front of your vehicle at first.
you immediately pulled over, turned the car off, and hopped out, as if it was gonna detonate at any second.
annoyed at yourself for making a slight inconvenience an even worse one, you tried to calm down by reminding yourself it was okay. there was nothing wrong with you taking the scenic route for the drive home from uni.
you were hot, irritated, and terrified. you were way out of the city by now, but not quite home yet either. you still had your ways to go.
gotta call dad was your next best thought. as you dialed the number you know by heart, you couldn’t help but notice your surroundings.
the phone wasn’t even ringing, no service. great, best way to kick off halloweekend is being stranded in bum fuck nowhere.
yes, you drove past here constantly throughout each year at university, but there’s a vast difference actually standing out there.
nothing but straight grass to your right and on your left, large stalks that a serial killer would definitely be hiding in.
presumably with a field like this, someone must be tending to it. and you were sure the sun would start setting in the next hour or two.
you grabbed your purse out of the passenger seat, locked your car, and decided to walk along the cornfield. you were hoping to come up on a house or a barn or just proof of life other than yourself and the cicadas.
y’gotta be fucking kidding me … after checking the time, you noticed what felt like an hour was only ten minutes.
in almost an instant you heard something, something ruffling in the field. now, you weren’t stupid. you would not normally go investigate.
however you crossed your fingers for a friendly farmer and not some hash slinging slasher or carnivorous beast as you made your way towards the nearest row.
you tried your best to follow the faint noise of clanking. as it sounded closer, you began to pick up speed praying whoever it was wouldn’t be gone by the time you got to them.
you probably didn’t realize how hastily you decided to speed walk because you ended up tripping over a grounded weed.
it was a loud thud, embarrassingly so given the fact that you had now alerted someone.
you tried to swiftly get up and brush it all off as footsteps approached.
“the hell are you doin’?” the gruff voice made you lift your head.
“u-uhm well,” you stammered, “my car started smoking and i have no clue where i am so i was looking for help.” he seemed unmoved by your story, scanning you up and down.
you stood there in an awkward silence, feeling antsy just from looking at this guy. if he wasn’t so intimidating, you’d have no problem twirling your hair and batting your lashes.
who were you kidding, his demeanor made him even hotter.
you cleared your throat, “so yea, do you think you have a phone or landline i could use inside? i need to make a call”
the longer his eyes bored into you, the more fidgety you got. his lack of words or smiles was genuinely unsettling. so much for a friendly farmer.
a farmer indeed. he definitely is a little more on the buff side for one, but that makes it better; the way his muscles are threatening to bust out of his shirt sent a wave of heat throughout you.
the top of his overalls flipped over instead of being buttoned at both corners did something major for his sex appeal. it was daunting how low the pants sat, teasing right above a nice v line.
he kissed his teeth, switching the piece of hay straw to the other side of his mouth. a dimple slightly popped out from the quick action. could he get any finer.
“so you come onto my property, snagging my crops and wandering your feet all over my seedings, and now you got the nerve to open that pretty lil mouth and make a demand?”
you were truly at a lack of words. how did he make it sound so incredulous.
“okay, sir i think you’re exaggerating a bit here”
something shifted in the way he looked at you. “tch, now it’s sir. where was all the respect for me a second ago, i saw you undressing me with y’er eyes darlin”
you froze. he stepped forward, closer to you.
“don’t be afraid, ‘m jus gonna teach you a lil lesson. sum’n a city girl like you is in desperate need of”
“if you want a phone call, y’gotta work for it. can’t just give you anything you ask for sweetheart”
clark had you on your knees right there in the middle of his field, cornstalks surrounding the both of you and providing some sort of privacy with height and quantity.
“you city princesses think you can just waltz into anywhere, dangle those perky tits at any fella and have your way”
you would have been offended, had he not just implied he thought your tits were perky. so he definitely was checking you out while you were checking him out.
you raised your shirt, revealing no bra and pushed your boobs together. “i think ‘m gonna get my way for sure, sir”
he took a nipple between his fingers and pinched not so softly. his rough digits twiddling your soft points, eliciting a string of mewls.
“so certain. i like it, can’t wait to knock your slutty mouth down a few pegs” he spoke and a grin crept up on his face. clark enjoyed ruining girls like you. thinking you’re so strong and bold, only to be left with your swollen pussy stretched and stuffed with the brute’s thick seed.
“open wide sweetheart, i gotta fuck some sense into this mouth. teach you how to talk to me”
he dropped the overalls and there were the largest thighs you’ve seen on a man, nothing like the guys on campus.
you reached for the waistband of his boxers, freeing what you assumed to be monster cock. veins protruding and tip flustered and leaky as you took it in your hands.
he let you take the reigns since you weren’t off to a bad start. rubbing his mushroom tip across your wet lips, glazing his precum over them.
however you learned kissing and licking was prolonging things a bit too much for him. he tapped your cheek, signaling you to open up.
he laid himself flat on your tongue, slowly working his way to the back of your throat. your mouth had a lot of adjusting to do, you were trying your hardest not to smother with such a heavy shaft lodged between your lips.
“mmmfh right, get comfortable,” he was surprised you weren’t so quick to get accommodated. it only gave him the green light to be as rough as possible. you were showing him a pretty whore like you could handle it.
and that you did. eyes watery, nose runny, and spit dripping from your mouth down your chin and onto your tits. one of your lashes was now on your cheek, and you were so focused, all you could hear were the gurgles of saliva being pushed around in your mouth and throat.
thankfully no one but a scarecrow was around to hear the muffled gags.
you kept your eyes on him, big doe orbs looking up at him while he kept your head in place. he looked down at you and it was obvious he was liking his view.
“look at you, messy girl,” he stifled a moan, “throat- fuck so fucking tight. y’er keepin up a little too well. gotta be way m-meaner with this hole”
he pinched your nose and watched you sputter around him. swallowing around him trying to get a single breath in, to his dismay however, you stood your ground. even with your eyes red with tears falling and your face losing color.
“my g-god y’er a fuckin pro,” he dragged himself back, allowing you to cough and breathe, “you must be used to this, perfect throat being used. need to keep you around so i can bruise it up whenever i want.”
clark oddly liked the sound of that, leaving your voice all hoarse from his cock and using you to drain his balls. you could probably do it every morning before he milked the cows.
snot at the entrance of your nose and your chest covered in drool, you took his cock back into your hands. sloppily stroking him, you opened your flushed mouth, “sir, can you fuck me now?”
he gritted his teeth before hissing as you found your way to his balls. your pussy was aching for attention, and you kinda still needed to make a call.
clark put you on top in his favorite position, reverse cowgirl. watch the fat globes of your ass gobble him up had his toes curling in his work boots.
“maybe i need a good college slut like you, damnit is this w-what you do for grades,” he wouldn’t doubt it. the way you deliberately slammed yourself back down onto him was unbelievable.
“sloppy fuckin pussy getting me all wet, cryin and spillin all over me- tch she’s sucking me in”
“y-yes sir mmm, yes daddy,” you said in between gasps, “wanted to r-ride you”
you were so glad you had no service, so grateful your car was a piece of shit. because then you wouldn’t be whoring yourself out, bouncing on this man’s lap in the middle of a farm.
he grabbed and swatted your ass every now and then, lecturing you to keep going. “this cunt gonna get a big load of you keep at it, don’t disappoint her”
“tch c-can’t believe you, interrupting my field work, just to get this pretty pussy destroyed,” he sounded crass, “is that what you wanted doll? wanted me to to fuck you dumb?”
you stupidly nodded your head, “yes i d-did daddy”
“needed some dick from a man old enough to be y’er fuckin father i see. maybe that’s the real issue- shit, y’jus needed a good fuck from an old man like me.”
your pace began to falter as every word he uttered had you clenching around him, ready to spray at any moment.
“keep fuckin bouncing baby, need to give you y’er reward for being a good girl, fuck, need to give this pussy a goddamn medal”
his rough hands were at your waist, guiding you up and down tirelessly. every thrust had you full, you were you could see him in your tummy.
“s-shit ‘m gonna cum baby, beg for it”
“p-please sir can i have it inside, c-can i have your nut inside daddy. gonna be a c-cute farm mommy”
he wasn’t too sure about the mommy part but having you around to fuck into everyday wouldn’t be a problem for him with such a sweet pussy you had on you.
loud squelches from your juices and your fucked out moans was sending him over the edge. you squeezed around him as you came, tight hole spasming sporadically.
“slutty girl begging to be knocked up, fuck y’er gonna kill me”
he brought you down one last time as he came, white stickiness filling your womb.
you laid back onto his chest, sounds of you both panting to catch breath. he softened inside you before pulling out, his load dribbling out of you.
“goddamn girl,” he chuckled, “you almost taught me a lesson.”
you giggled, still trying to pace your breathing.
“alright, let’s get you to the phone. n i can check out the car for you,” he paused as he let his hands rake through his hair, “gotta get you a plan b, too.”
raise your hand if you’d let mean farmer!clark ruin your life?
