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[Ruggie x reader]
Ruggie bucchi! who comes up to you bashfully asking for a small favor..
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You attended class normally that day like it was any other, staring off into space during 1st period in professor trien's class, you were supposed to be learning but.. your eyes 90 percent of the time wandered off onto his cat instead, mentally coddling it from afar. You tapped your magical pen constantly on the table while leaning closer to the side with your hand holding up your head. Feeling bored in the classroom overall, and trying to tune out professor treins teaching as much as possible.
The poofy cat (whom you've forgotten the name of) unintentionally caught your eyes with annoyance and narrowed down on its own, seemingly picking up on your divided attention from the lesson rather than focusing on him.
He silently grunted a purr at your gawking, kneading his paws more deeper into the arms of his owner while turning his furry head to ignore you. (Although you were excited when he noticed you, he wasn't delighted to see you as to him.)
Having this as your only entertainment, time felt slow and all you wanted to do was to just go back to your comfey bed already, history was not your forte to say the least, your grades were only average here.
Whilst day dreaming about the cat, there sat ruggie on the opposite side of the tables acting more tirelessly than usual, his leg repeatedly kicking up from under the table without stopping. While his body was leaned over with the intent of putting his head down soon, arms squared in front of him to hold himself up. His face was not visible at the moment because of the way he was tilted down. Eyes squeezed shut to maintain the urge as he slowly crumpled up the locks of hair between his fingers, struggling to survive in his own body temperature. His teeth are slightly chattering from the sheer nerves of his core.
Unaware of his tense figure, you lazily shifted your eyes to observe the other students in Trein's class, redirecting them to glance at your one and only friend in the room, Ruggie. Knowing the kind of person he is, you expected him to also show himself the same way as you, uninterested and sleepy in history too. It was a block day so the class session was already an hour in, who wouldn't be so done with history.
Instead, when you actually looked at him, you found a reverse behavior on him, it wasn't the usual disengaged face he had, but rather—an uncomfortable expression that was written all over his figure. He seemed paranoid at most, normally he'd be sleeping on the side of his head with a pencil stuck in his mouth as a chewing prop, or sending secret messages to you over the invisible barrier of separated seats, informing you about trivia and whatnot.
Therefore witnessing this odd change almost made you actually lift an effort to open your eyes wider to react in curiosity or worry. He was just fine moments before the school bell rang. You've exchanged greetings with him this morning, so what happened?
Keeping your gaze at him, you've noticed not only he appeared under pressure, but you could also tell he was breathing heavily too. Those hyena ears of his were starting to twitch out of nowhere too, as if on reflex, he shot out his arm from the desktop to cover up his flappy ears. Desperately trying to force them down to stop before he got too much attention. With the faintest of your hearing, you could focus enough to be able to listen that he was grumbling from underneath into his arm. Shuffling it closer to his face while the other tightens on his mane.
'What's wrong with him?' you asked yourself with a hint of worry, wondering if you should offer to take him to the nurse later. Unfortunately the lesson was still ongoing, so you couldn't approach him from the other side of the classroom even if you wanted too.
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During the same time you've noticed him, his thoughts were being scattered all over the place, fighting himself for control or considering the choice to give in right then and there. Every time these heats would come around, he would hate but fall for them nevertheless. The familiar warmth that spread into his lower stomach was starting to affect him, his thighs unconsciously squeezing from the growing fever.
Feeling impatient about his current state, he peered up from the desk just to check the time, although now you could see how much he was sweating under there, aching for the period to end so he could relieve himself in the bathrooms at lunch. Then again he'd remembered about Leona's food requests for the afternoon, however as the situation looks, he couldn't care less about that right now if not for himself.
It was just as much as a hassle to even move his position to risk triggering anything, these heightened senses for beastmen now were not a joke to play. It would just keep getting stronger if he tried resisting the pain/pleasure even longer.
On the fateful chance, he lucked out when he saw there was only about 2 minutes left, which gave him a generous amount of happiness he'd never knew he needed before.
Upon returning to put down his head again, his eyes accidentally flickered on to yours. Based on your form, he could already deduct you were watching him for a while, yet your expression remained neutral as ever as if you were trying to dissect his actions.
Not only had he secretly grown a liking to you, but even worse if you were staring at him so tentatively while he was..going through the cycles of his heat! If the poke in his pants wasn't already starting to lengthen, it might as well be a large tent now.
"Ah..!"
His face flushed with a deep red coating his cheeks, his body flinching at the unexpected sight, eyes dilating. Out of all people how could you be the one observing him, his ears flattened out as a response while simultaneously shuddering his body in shame.
As if his internal system wasn't already burning, it may as well start flaring up flames now because of your unmoving attention. Realizing that there was an audience, he just couldn't bear the sensations anymore, he felt like exploding right then and there.
On contrast to how Ruggie suffered quietly between his own ruts, you were eyeing him with the utmost innocent curiosity, just watching pretentiously on how he struggles to control his own built up stress. He would shuffle at the slightest movements and act like those spots were on fire.
The hand from his mane flew to his stomach to tighten it, gripping the fabrics of his uniform along with it, digits neared the edge of his crotch, wanting to snake it down there at any moment, if this bell couldn't take any longer, the pain in his member might start—
'brrrrrghhh!' The bell went off, causing all students to disperse out to the door.
And so as quickly as his hyena abilities let him, ruggie pushed off from his seat and immediately sprinted as fast as he could to exit the lecture hall. Avoiding anyone's look of surprise or confusion, on the way to the restroom, accidentally bashing shoulders with one another with little to no care, only sprinkling in the teensy cherry on top of "sorry!' in a distant ring as he was too far away for each classmate to hear him. It was a tough crowd so squeezing between students were inevitable. The hallways were filled with students hurdling around to get to one place or the other, while some wanted to be first in line at the cafeteria hall(big back).
You've witnessed the entire thing when you exited the room last, eyeing his fleeting figure as he fled your sight. You couldn't help but wonder why he was acting so strange. Gripping your shoulder bag strap, you walked the other direction to hangout in the meantime.
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After cramming his body between the swarm of students, Ruggie arrived at the restroom doors with relief, grasping onto the handle with ease. Still wrapping an arm around his abdomen, he unhanded it to guide himself through the walls to the ends of the stalls. One hand tracing the surface, while the other held onto his chest. (Again, ignoring Leona's requests for today because it was a 'special' situation).
Once at the last stall, he exhaled a long breath as if held in for a while back in the classroom. Entering the stall, he'd made sure the flimsy lock on the door would stay secure, before retreating back onto the seat of the toilet with a defeated posture. Sliding back to straighten his form, he panted silently from the run through the hallways.
Now that he was all alone, he doesn't have to worry about people interrupting him anymore, releasing his stiff form, his hands hastily traveled down his pants. Tugging at the belt buckle randomly before it finally snapped, hurriedly taking out the leather material and plopping it on the floor without care. The sound clothes ruffling briskly in the tight space.
Away from any eyes watching him, he can now feel the full extent of the ignored pain and pleasure that he was resisting back in the lecture hall, a hand nudging at the top of his tie to render it loose, his body already sweating as his bulge deepens with every passing moment of his heat.
Squinting his eyes, he took a hold of the hems of his underwear and pants and pulled them down together in urgency. However in the drawback that the thick fabric of his oversized pants dragged his dick down with a cruel smack when he undressed himself too quickly. Producing both a hiss and a hesitant moan that he didn't plan for, allowing the garments to fall as he saw wet patches of precum were already stained to him uniform. (Leona is gonna be mad, if he cares.)
"Agghh..! tck…!"
His cock sprang free into the chilly air of the restroom, recoiling from the rush of his fingers, he grazed the full length of it with his hand, reaching the top he dared to press on the slit, which gave him another ear flattening reaction with a shuddering breath. He pushed up his shirt to give him more access as he adjusted himself on the cool seat below him. The touch of his fingers felt along his stable core, feeling warmth of his body aching for release.
He spat on his hand with eagerness and started to rub it on himself, stroking his already hard cock that was stressing him all day. He inhaled a breath in response when his bitter hand made contact with his hot dick. Taking in the touch of his fleshlight, he could feel all the sensitive nerves beneath him aching for attention, just waiting for him to soothe them. His head unintentionally ducking down low with lewd noises already spilling.
With the right amount of saliva, he pumped himself with a swift pace straight off the start, whimpering at the long awaited tenderness. Throwing his head back with pleasure as desire filled his body.
Ears and tail thrashed for control, He watched as the uncircumcised skin of his member bore in and out of his burning slit, droplets of clear beads trailing down his painfully erect shaft, lubricating it to be more stickier and wet. Hips mindlessly grinding into his hand, twitching into nothing. His body already felt like it was on fire, this cycle of his increasing his senses to limit.
"eugh..!" "hah..ah..!" He gasped in favor as he kept a steady speed, fastening his grip with the hold of his hand, squishing his cock in the process, yearning for ecstasy.
Through the every thrusts of his hand, he could feeling the collective waves pleasure gathering around his cock, just packed and crammed into his tiny little dick, anxious for an explosion.
Heated puffs of breath formed above him as he fisted his dick without stop, balls of sweat clung onto his skin and slowly fell with each change of his body movements. He could feel his heart pounding inside him, his clothes starting to stick onto him. While the dampness between his legs begged for air.
Concentrating too much on his needy penis, he was unaware of the built up pleasure stirring in his nipples. They were protruding from beneath him uniform, urging for release. When he finally noticed, the jerk of his body grazed the sensitive nubs on his chest. Earning himself a sharp moan by mistake.
Using his free hand, he fumbled with the texture of his shirt and pulled it up even further, halting right at his collarbones, revealing his open chest. The shape of his pecs inflated by desire, as the sight of his own hard nipples aroused him even more, running the temptation of pinching them for looking so parched. Using the same hand, he grasped onto the right his nipple and twisted it with desperation, producing a whole new sound from him that'd even shocked himself.
"Ack..! ugh!"
What he blurted out was a more feminine and high pitched moan than he'd expected. His head swaying loose into every angle with electricity vibrating through him, he squirmed in his seat as his legs were quivering by loss of strength, by how unbelievably rash he was going on his cock, stroking it rougher by the second as slick built up. His back arching for the first time in the harmony of touching his nipples and his cock.
Including both the stimulation of his cock and nipple play almost brought him to the edge, he vigorously twisted the dull bud while his bright tip swelled up from the intensity of his rubbing. The head of it nearly changing color to a reddish-pink from the abuse.
"ha..hah..ugh" he groaned.
The dry rotation of his thumb and index finger assaulting his solid nipple was both painful but stimulating, he couldn't help but hinge his mouth wide open for drool to flow out. More slick continuously dripped down onto his balls and into the plush of his thighs, he used his calloused hands as much as he could into a cock sleeve, his hips smacking up as wet sounds permeated the echoing restroom. Occasionally hissing at the combination of strain and pleasure running through his system. Through the soles of his shoes he was curling his feet so much that it was starting to cramp.
Between him and the tight stall he was in, the scent of body fluids filled his nostrils, along with squelches from his own hand, the musky smell of himself couldn't be more lewd. Tears welled up in his eyes as he was holding back a few moans now in fear of people outside hearing him.
But once he thought of other people, his mind suddenly landed onto you. It was like that one awkward moment where you think of other people in your life out of nowhere, but as his thoughts harbored you longer, the more he developed something. You guys were only friends though, what a shame, but what if?
For months his emotions were complicated about you, after your 2nd year of your friendship, he had unknowingly caught feelings for you on a whim.
{Flash back}
It all started with a absolutely no brainer seating chart. After the orientation ceremony, pure coincidences started happening with no explanation, things like during the his first assigned class in NRC, you just so appeared to be seated right next to him. Definitely not a bother right? Of course he couldn't care less because the two of you didn't even know each other then. (The only thing he knew about you was that you were a Pomefiore student.)
But as the rest of his yearly classes were distributed, every desk mate, every lab group, every pe activity, he came to notice a very strange similarity in all of them. They shared a common person, whether it was any of his lecture hall classes, you were his elbow partner in any discussions, in lab experiments, Professor Crewel would always chose him to be partnered up with you testing ingredients. In PE, Vargas appointed you two clean up equipment or attempt to pair up with others to race against in flight lessons. With the ridiculous and repetitive meetings like that, who wouldn't be outwardly confused.
"so..what's your name??" ruggie asked, leaning his head against the table with the makeshift pillow of his arms cushioning the weight. Boring up at the same person whose been in all of his classes for the past month in his fist semester.
His eyes batted in curiosity while he waited for your answer, just as you equally matched his stare.
"You can call me [name], what's yours?" You questioned back.
At the sound of your name, his hyena ears physically fluttered in the moment when you mentioned it
Calm. Is what he initially thought of when he heard your introduction, the only period where he couldn't see you was at lunchtime (or weekends).
Whilst he would be surrounded by his dorm mates, as a fellow hyena, he had to follow orders in the headquarters in respect to his upperclassman and his housewarden. And so because he was only there for the first month, he was still a newbie in terms of fetching lunch for his superiors.
Passing through multiple trips from his dorm and the lunchroom, he peered around only to never once catch a single hair of you sitting in the cafeteria, not even when the bakery goods visited for his first time. This made him wonder where or what you did in the interval.
"Ruggie, Ruggie Bucchi! It's a pleasure to meet you, shishishi." He snickered, rising his body up from the desk and fully facing you with his arms tucked, flashing a small grin.
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Promptly, as classes became more neutral, he slowly started to talk to you more openly out of his comfort zone, warming up to you as he got used to your daily appearances, and then eventually becoming good friends.
Starting with simple small talks, later became long term conversations. Sharing similar interests or recognizing one another's subtle references to games, stories, or consistent habits. He also found out about you being sort of a cheapskate too, which touched his heart made him feel seen when you two talked about different methods for handling objects/consumables. (He now knows corn silk can be made into tea :O *feels bad for all the corn silks he tossed away, heart is broken T.T *
"Are you serious?? I could've had butt loads of tea now if i didn't throw them away back then!" He cried, attaching his hands on his temple before he colliding his forehead against the wooden table, settling in a bump noise when his hyena ears folded down as he groaned in disappointment for himself.
"Ah, I have lots of small packs I made myself at home, in fact I have some on my bag right now." You said, grasping the the shoulder bag by your side and opening up the zipper. As if automatically Ruggie perked up the second he heard you had extras, honestly he's never had any corn silk tea in his life so he was wondering about what it tasted like. His ears stood up as you place out not one, not two, but three packs of tea in front of you! Acting like the amount you carried around in your bag was normal. In surprise, he tilted his head to the side with his mouth hung open. Σ(°ロ°)
"Ya got that much going on in your bag?? Does this stuff really taste that good to you??" He responded loudly.
"Well yea it tastes alright with me, the flavor is kinda like, mildly sweet with a grassy undertone in my opinion." You replied, gesturing your hand to debate the two variables. At the word "grassy' his nose pointed up in interest (he eats dandelions >=o=> so cute).
"Tea? With grass flavor??" He was baffled, squaring you up with his eyes like there was no way what you just said was real. His voice hitting a note with disbelief.
"Mhm of course, there's a grassy tone in it." You nodded your head. After that, an idea popped up in your head.
"You wanna try some? I can lend you a pack :D" You offered, he watched as you grabbed a pack of tea and placed it on his side of the table. A small smile showing on your face.
"Really? Thanks a bunch, I owe ya." He chuckled into his words, a signature grin of his displaying on his face. Taking the bundle of tea happily without hesitation.