Chuckle Sandwich X Reader
Part 1: The Music Room (Schlatt centered)
You always hated the end of school, the people were tired and the classes were boring now that they weren’t teaching you anything. You considered just skipping altogether. However, this was senior year and most people find that pretty important, so you stuck it out. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun, right?
Halfway through your last class of the day, the teacher went to the bathroom and luckily for you, she didn't even bother calling for a substitute. You looked around to see about 30 kids sitting at desks or against the wall staring at their phones mindlessly.
“Fuck this.” You mumbled under your breath and got up and just walked straight out the door. No one even noticed. You walked cautiously down the hallway, trying not to alert any teachers with a stick up their ass who might tell you to go back. Most of the classes you peeked in were the same as your’s; kids on phones, teachers watching youtube on their computers, and the sound of dead silence. You continue wandering until you start to hear actual signs of life. A classroom with the door slightly ajar beckons you closer. You hear conversation, laughing, and some music.
You peek your head into the doorway and see that it’s one of the music rooms. Everyone is so wrapped up in their own things that no one notices you walk in. Not a single person is sitting at a desk; most people are sitting on the floor talking and laughing with each other, some kids brought their own game consoles that were plugged into outlets in the wall, and the teacher was playing a board game with some of the leftover students. The only people who didn’t seem to be having fun was this group sitting on the carpet in the corner of the classroom.
You noticed them last, because they were behind the door when you opened it, but once you heard a voice say, “What are you doing here?” You whipped your head around to see seven guys sitting in a circle and staring at you. The boy who spoke was a chubby, blonde haired, glasses-wearing boy who looked extremely awkward compared to his friends, and it was clear he just said that to get everyone’s attention. Normally once you noticed an insecure boy trying to get praise for making a stupid joke, you just walked away and didn’t give him the time of day. But this time was different. One of the other boys caught your eye. He looked up with a blank expression of indifference and was definitely one of the tallest ones of the group.
He was a bit on the thinner side and had a faint mustache he seemed to be trying to grow, and an incredibly sharp jawline. He was wearing a Harvard University sweatshirt, black sweatpants, a pair of timbs, and a New York Yankees baseball cap. Something about his detached demeanor drew you in. As soon as he saw your face, he looked back down at his phone as if nothing had happened, while the other guys stared at you, waiting for an answer. You just rolled your eyes and walked away, but you sat at a desk near the back that still gave you a clear view of that guy.
The whole group would go on their phones like the kids in your original classroom, but they would occasionally show each other reels and make dumb comments. However, that detached boy stayed quiet and never interacted even once with his “friends”. You didn’t know anyone else in the classroom so you just stayed at that desk, stealing a couple glances at him every now and then.
About 15 minutes later, the insecure blonde boy took two of the guys and went outside to presumably go to the bathroom together. 5 minutes later, two others left to go refill their water bottles, leaving only the mystery guy and a dark haired, pudgy, acne-faced boy with a hoodie over his head. Once he realized that Mystery Guy was not going to look at his reels or talk to him, he left to jump in on some other group’s Mario Kart game. The universe must have been in your favor because the mystery guy was left all alone in the corner, not seeming to care at all, keeping the same expression as when he first saw you.
Anxiety started to fill your brain and your heart rate began to rise as you tried to decide whether or not to talk to him. You eventually decided to get closer to him and slowly moved desks so that you were sitting in the closest desk to Mystery Guy. He didn’t even seem to notice you moved so you figured it was a good move. Some of his friends came back, and they obviously had noticed that you were a lot closer than before.
“Hey, what’s your name?” Another tall boy walks up to you, carrying a full bottle of water.
“Uh, my name’s Y/N.” You respond. The boy has curly black hair and a similar figure to Mystery Guy, but he’s a bit more muscular and his face is rounder. He’s wearing roundish wire glasses and a striped t-shirt.
“Cool, I’m Ted, this is…” He introduces his group one by one but you’re not really paying attention, all that matters to you is getting introduced to Mystery Guy. “...And this is Schlatt.”
“Schlatt? What kind of name is that?” You say, stunned. Ted rubs his necks and chuckles.
“Yeah, his real name’s obviously not Schlatt, but that’s just what we call him.” This so-called “Schlatt” finally looks up for a moment and waves his hand passively towards you.
“Sup.” He says. It’s the first time you hear his voice and you actually kind of like it a lot. It’s dark and deep and raspy, especially for a high schooler, which makes it all the more striking. Ted gestures towards the group of boys and urges you to sit down with them.
“Come sit with us, we’re just watching reels together.” You stand up from the desk seat and sit down on the dark blue carpeted floor. It isn’t the most comfortable but it gives you a better view to see Schlatt. Before you even have time to start a real conversation with him, the bell rings and people are packed up and already flooding out of the door. Before you sneak back into your classroom to retrieve your backpack you left behind, you stand up and shake Ted’s hand as he leaves.
“It was nice meeting you! Thanks for letting me hang out with you guys.” You turn to the rest of the group, put your hands together as a thanking gesture, but linger a bit on Schlatt, as you make eye contact for the second time ever and watch him walk out the door.
You didn’t stop thinking about him the whole way home. Every song on the radio seemed to be about him, and you looked at every car window at red lights hoping to see him just one more time.
“How could I have not seen this guy for all of my 4 years here?” You thought. You were never really interested in any of the guys at your school. The endless sea of middle parts, board shorts, and Fortnite jokes made every guy in school dry you up like a fucking desert. But Schlatt seemed different. And that was probably the closest you were gonna get to being turned on by a high school boy if you were being honest with yourself.
You had never really cared about your virginity much in high school, especially since no guy was ever deemed worthy enough, so you kinda gave up, but god, Schlatt was making it hard to keep that opinion.
As soon as night fell and you had gotten ready for bed, your vibrator made an appearance. It had been weeks since you used it, only needing it for some relief during and after finals, but now you wanted nothing more than to imagine Schlatt was in its place.
As the low buzz of the vibrator hummed throughout your bedroom, you sighed, closed your eyes, and imagined the best scenario you could think of.
In your mind, Schlatt pushed you up against the wall of the music room, this time no one else was around. His desire for you grew with each second he got to taste your lips. He pushed his knee in between your legs, pinning you to the wall so that you couldn’t escape him. As the kiss grew more and more intense, you couldn’t stop yourself from instinctively grinding against his leg, like a sick, horny puppy trying to get any kind of friction you could manage.
He felt you rutting against his thigh and pulled away for a moment to sneer at you then whisper in your ear, “You pathetic little slut. I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already all worked up for me?” He snickered and the deepness of his voice mixed with the hunger he couldn’t hide made you all the more wet.
“Fuck- Schlatt please…” You whimpered.
“Use your words sweetheart.” He growled at you while moving his knee ever so slightly to lessen your work of rubbing against him.
“P- Please fuck me Schlatt…” You let out a long moan as he pushed his knee higher up against your cunt.
“Use that pretty mouth on my cock first and then we’ll see how I feel.” His voice had a hint of sarcasm to it, and you couldn’t deny that his cruelty was soaking you even more. He stepped away from the wall, leaving you breathing heavily as your legs shaked over the sudden loss of stimulation. He stood in front of you and stared into your eyes as he unbuckled his belt and threw it across the room. You took that as a sign to move toward him and get on your knees in front of him.
You palmed him through his sweatpants, trying to get a feel for his size. You were pleasantly surprised by just how big it was and you were astonished that the sweatpants hid it so well. He was already hard for you. When you looked back up at his face for confirmation, he just had that smug, confident look that made you feel both belittled and ravenous at the same time. You pulled his cock out of his underwear and it felt velvety and smooth in your hand, with traces of pre-cum coming out of the tip. You stroked him up and down a few times to get a feel for it and a deep groan emitted from above you. The sound aroused you so much you finally went in and slowly took his cock into your mouth. You weren’t too experienced and his dick was very big, so you used your hand to stroke the remaining length you couldn’t fit in your mouth. As you slid it in, Schlatt let out a long, breathy moan. Once you were comfortable enough, you started bobbing your head up and down along his cock, using your tongue to lick every inch of pre-cum off of him. The more used to it you got, the faster you went, and the more the groans from Schlatt turned into desperate moans.
“F- fuck toots, you’re so good at this,” You could tell he was close already, but then you feel a hand on your head, pulling you away from his dick. You look up, spit still hanging from your bottom lip and Schlatt wipes it off with his thumb as he gives you a soft smile you had never expected he could make.
“You’re doing so good for me doll.” He purrs, and it sends a shiver down your spine. He lifts your head up, signaling for you to stand up. Once you’re standing, he suddenly picks you up and sets you down on the edge of a desk. “Now, let’s give you what you’ve been asking for toots.” While he’s still maintaining eye contact with you, he slips your underwear off of you and you lift yourself to help him. He tosses your underwear off next to his belt, and pensively puts his index finger next to your hole. You nod your head, giving him the go-ahead, and he slips his finger inside of you. You quickly cover your mouth with your hand, and he immediately pulls it away. “No, I wanna hear what you sound like.” His voice rasps. You feel a bit about how loud you’re being at first, but all that goes away when he starts pumping his finger in and out of you. It feels better than you could have ever expected, and he’s enjoying seeing you come unraveled with every thrust. Halfway through, he adds a second finger, testing the waters, and the pressure starts to form that familiar knot in your lower stomach.
“F- Fuck Schlatt, I’m so close!” As you moan that out, he suddenly stops and pulls his fingers out of you. You whine at the loss of your build up, but soon it’s back again when his cock is lined up and teasing your cunt.
“Ready sweetheart?” He asks, and you furrow your eyebrows and nod your head. He pushes in slowly and it already feels better than the fingers did. He tries to bottom out, but it’s too big for your first time. The pain is overwhelming, but the pleasure is even stronger, so when he starts moving, the winces turn very quickly back into moans.
“Oh fuck…” You breathe out, as he quickens his pace. With every thrust, you hear Schlatt let out a short groan, and it’s a reward for toughing the pain out. Soon you feel pressure building up inside of you once again, twisting around teasingly in your stomach, and you start to move as well, pushing Schlatt deeper into you until you finally feel him hit that spot. You gasp from the new wave of pleasure hitting you, and it doesn’t take long for you to let out a long, whorish moan as your legs shake violently and your pussy throbs around his cock. The tightness of your cunt sends him over the edge and you feel his cum pour into you, filling you up. He stays in for a few seconds more, as the two of you try to catch your breaths and calm down a bit. Then he pulls out and it’s over.
You open your eyes to the familiar white paint on your ceiling and the owls hooting outside your window. You pull your vibrator up from under the sheets, clean it off, and put it back in its hiding spot. You go to the bathroom to tidy yourself up. ‘Shit.’That might've been the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had.
The next morning, you are on a mission. You are speeding to school like your life depends on it, and actually get there 15 minutes early by accident. You sit in your classroom, your knee bouncing impatiently as the last of your first period class files in and the teacher takes role. The entire school day is a blur, and all you can think about is 6th period. A few hours later, the lunch bell rings and you make your way to the cafeteria.
Just as you get to the line, you hear a voice call out behind you, “Y/N!” You turn around and see Ted coming towards you. He stands in line right behind you and smiles widely. “Hey! How you been?”
“I’m doing pretty good, how about you?”
“Oh you know, same old, same old…” He continues to conversate with you but you can’t help but look around and hope that maybe Schlatt is nearby. Soon it’s your turn to pick up your lunch as just as you're typing in your school ID, you hear Ted behind you say, “Oh! Hey Schlatt.” You instantly whip around and there he is. After last night, you were a bit concerned that maybe class was so boring that you just hallucinated him, but nope, there he was, wearing a black hoodie and jeans. Both Ted and Schlatt seem a little surprised to see you turn around that quick, but they don’t make a big deal out of it.
“Hey Schlatt!” You chirp, maybe a little too enthusiastically.
“What’s up Y/N,” he replies, nodding his head upwards. You squeezed your legs a little together when he said your name and screamed internally at the fact that he remembered your name. You smile nervously and stand off to the side so that the next person in line can go. Schlatt looks at you confused then says, “Um, that lady’s trying to give you your food.” You turn back around to see the lunch lady holding your tray towards you as Ted awkwardly waits for you to be done so he can get his meal. You quickly grab the tray from her and keep your head down as your face burns a bright red with embarrassment. But Ted doesn’t seem to mind and walks you and Schlatt to the table with the other five boys you saw in their group earlier. You sit down in between Schlatt and Ted and the rest of the table treats you like you were always part of the group, which is very refreshing.
Before long, lunch is over and it’s time for 5th period. “One more class.” You think. “One more class before I get to see him again.” 5th period passes by in a blur. You are so excited you probably look like a psycho just sitting at your desk and zoning out at the wall, but as soon as the bell rings, you are the first person out the door. You swing by your 6th period to tell your teacher that you are present, but have a really important club meeting you have to attend. It being the last week of school and nothing important happening, she believes it right away (that or she doesn’t care) and lets you run off down the hall. You make your way to the music room and wait for that group of 7 to come in. At first you’re only stuck with three of the seven guys, none of which you talk to. You sit on the floor on your phone until you hear that familiar voice.
“Hey guys.” Ted walks in with Schlatt and they sit down with you. The last to arrive is Travis, who comes in after the bell, but the teacher doesn’t seem to care. You all show each other Reels. Towards the end of class, the group gets bored of doing the same thing over and over, so Ted breaks the silence. “Do you guys wanna get out of here and go on a little field trip?” Everyone agrees upon hearing the idea, and soon the whole group is outside on the grass hill at school, running around, tackling each other, or laying on the ground. You decide to just sit next to all the chaos and observe. You see Schlatt smile a little when five of the guys invite him to play tag with them and vow to etch that memory into your eyes. Eventually he gets tired and sits down on the grass next to you.
“What class are you supposed to be in right now?” Schlatt asks after a moment of silence between you two. His New York accent is pretty strong the more you hear his voice and it adds to his charm.
“Uh, math, but finals already finished so it’s basically just a free period, and my class is way too boring for that to be even remotely enjoyable.” You scoff and roll your eyes.
Schlatt nods his head and another moment of silence passes between you both. “So you got a boyfriend or what?”
You blink a few times, trying to process the sentence then say with a chuckle,, “I would never date any of the degenerates at this school ever!”
Schlatt’s eyes widen for a second at your outburst but he ultimately shrugs and says, “Yeah that’s fair.” The rest of the time on the grass is silent but it’s not as awkward anymore. You feel almost calm in his quiet presence, and he doesn’t seem to mind being around you. Noah informs everybody that the bell is gonna ring soon so everyone should probably head back in, so you all do. As you’re packing up, you can’t help but feel like Schlatt is getting more comfortable around you because he actually makes jokes to his friends around you and doesn’t have that same indifferent expression as always.
You walk to your car with a newfound sense of confidence, hoping that maybe that comfortability could turn into something more. However, you are rudely interrupted by a couple of baseball jerks and their girlfriends as you enter the hallway. You hear snickering behind you and a couple of comments about how weird you are and what a loner you can be. You try your best to ignore it, but they’re being so fucking loud it’s getting hard to concentrate. Sure, you weren’t the most popular person in school, but you’re literally just walking to your car, and now apparently that’s the most hilarious joke to ever exist. You finally get to the student lot and turn around to see the group of idiots standing by their cars, whispering to each other, and obviously staring at you. You turn back around, but as you do, an object flies right toward your head. It hits you with a loud clank! And you look on the floor behind you only to find that it was an empty soda can that was chucked in your direction. “What a bunch of fucking losers.” You think to yourself as you continue walking towards your car. But before you can even take a step, a loud voice booms to your right.
“Hey, what the fuck you jerk offs!?” You look over and there’s Schlatt, walking to his car, but stopped in his tracks to yell at these random people. “You can’t chuck cans at people’s head dickwads!” He gets closer and closer to them until he’s basically touching foreheads with the guy that likely threw the can. “Do that shit again and find out what happens, pussy.” The baseball jerk tries to size Schlatt up, but is so obviously shorter than him that his attempt just looks sad. Noticing he cannot win this one, the baseball jerk hops into his car with his buddies and locks the doors. You’re still standing there, observing everything going on in front of you, a little bit convinced you’re dreaming. Once the baseball guys are gone, Schlatt walks up to you.
“You alright?” He asks, genuine concern on his face.
“Yeah, I’m fine… it was just a soda can, don’t worry about it.” You say matter of factly. Schlatt rolls his eyes and rubs his hands together. He then stares at the ground before finally speaking in a very hushed tone.
“Do you want me to stay with you while you start driving? Ya know, just in case they come back?” You stared at him for a moment, taking in the offer before sputtering out an answer.
“Uh sure! That’s actually really nice of you.” You felt your cheeks getting warmer and hoped to god that he didn’t notice. You got in your car and started the engine, and occasionally “checked your mirrors” to watch Schlatt a little more as he stood awkwardly by your car, looking around like he was on patrol. You rolled down your window and thanked him again before pulling out of the parking lot and driving home.
From that point forward, you two became a lot closer. You were used to high school kids being stupid and mean, but once Schlatt had seen just how cruel they could be, it felt like he needed to protect you. He started walking you to every class, staring down anyone who even giggled in your direction, and walked you to your car at the end of the day. You weren’t complaining, you still had a major crush on Schlatt and him now spending every minute with you was fueling your fantasies even more.
The last day of school snuck up on you before you could even prepare for it. Friends were crying, tired all-A students were jumping for joy, and teachers had given up and were letting anything slide. You didn’t even have to check in with your teacher first today before heading straight to the music room. Once you entered, you could tell the air was heavier than usual. People were crying about going across the country to college and others were desperately trying to get everyone’s Insta before the end of the period. Your friend group didn’t seem to mind as much, because you learned that they always hung out during the summer anyway, and most of them weren’t going far. Except for you.
“Dude, I’m so glad we’re all staying in LA.” Travis said as he looked around the room at some of the people crying.
“Not all of us…” You respond, awkwardly trying to bring up this subject.
“Wait, what are you talking about?” Ted cocks his head to the side. You realized that even with all that time you spent together, they never asked you what you would do after high school.
“Yeah, I got accepted into NYU a few months ago. I’m moving there over the summer.” You rub the back of your neck and try not to look at anyone.
“You’re moving to New York? Like the state?” You just nod and squeeze your lips into a flat line. You finally look up to see the most devastated expression on Schlatt’s face. You feel your heart sink in your chest. You zone out of the rest of the conversation as you mourn the hook up you’ll probably never have with him.
As the bell rings, students flood out of the classrooms, cheering and throwing papers in the air. You walk to your car with Schlatt as usual, but this time it is dead silent the whole way there. You pause before opening your car door and look at Schlatt.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” You whisper. Schlatt just nods his head slowly and turns away. You see him start to walk off and there’s a pulling in your chest that you can’t ignore. “Wait!” You yell, and you surprise yourself a bit with it. Schlatt turns around and looks back at you. Your feet move before your mind can and you close your eyes as your lips collide with his. He doesn’t kiss back at first, probably in a state of shock, but after a few seconds he dives in and kisses you harder. The kiss is raw and passionate, like you’ve been tensing up all your muscles for the longest time and now you’ve just let go. Schlatt pulls back and once you look at his face of pure shock, you realize what you’ve done. You quickly scurry back to your car and lock yourself in.
“Oh my god, why did I do that?” You think to yourself as you drop your face into your hands and groan. As you’re sulking in your embarrassment, you hear a faint tap on your window. You look up and see Schlatt standing there, so you give him a very embarrassed and forced smile. He gestures for you to roll down your window and you oblige.
“Now may be the worst imaginable time, but I was wondering if uh, maybe you’d like to go to a movie or something with me…” He’s trying so hard to bring back that nonchalant persona, but you can see right through it and your heart starts to beat faster and faster.
“Oh! Wait, really?” You ask, very unsure of how you managed to make that interaction seem romantic to him.
“Yeah, I like you, so it'd be nice to go on a date or something before you leave.” He says awkwardly, and you can tell he’s sweating just waiting for your response.
“Ok!” You reply cheerfully. You quickly get out a piece of notebook paper from your bag and a pen and write out your phone number. “Text me about which movie and what time, ok?” He takes the piece of paper and stares at it for a minute like it’s an ancient artifact that was just found after years of searching. With that, you turn your engine on and start to drive away while you purse your lips together, trying your very best not to scream from excitement. As soon as you get to the safety of your house, you squeal as loud as you can and jump up and down over and over again, making you look absolutely insane, but you don’t even care. It’s like a dream is coming true, or like one of those cheesy romantic comedies and either way, you couldn’t be happier.
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