college - sapnap×reader

chapter 2 - homework

"fuck you feel so good" sapnap moaned, 7 inches deep in y/n. his head was thrown back, his sweat glistening in the pale moonlight streaming from the window. he grabbed y/n's hips, stroking even deeper into her, roughly hitting her gspot, causing her to let out a long slutty moan. "p-please sapnap go faster," her angelic voice echoed around the room. he grabbed her hair, forcing her to turn around and look at him, but there was no face. this startled him, and his actions slowed down. he then looked down, at what would be her naked body, sprawled across his bedsheets, but there was nothing but a gloomy night sky, encompassing him, sucking him into a void.

he gasped, sweat stained his pillow and his covers were thrown everywhere. he sat up, examining his surroundings, realizing he was in a safe environment and took a few breaths to calm the nerves that circled around in his brain. what the hell was that he asked himself, even though it was a rhetorical question, the chance of an answer hung in the air, waiting to be seen, waiting to seep into his mind.

he reached his hands down to his pants, and felt was he was expecting to feel. the dream replayed in his mind, and her moan still felt like it was echoing. he closed his eyes, hoping to go back to that feeling of pure bliss, wanting to touch her and make her do unholy things, but this was interrupted by a knock at his door. he quickly pulled his hand up, resting it awkwardly against his chest and spoke "cOme in" fuck why did you have to have a voice crack in front of her.

on the other side of the door, you giggled quietly. you had a raging hangover and felt like your skull was splitting in two. thankfully, the dorms were pretty quiet that day as everyone was feeling the same pain you felt and decided it was best not to make any loud noises until the night. you carefully turned the doorknob, startled by the sight of his room. texas flags and banners littered the wall, as well as cardboard busch light boxes. on his dresser, various football trophies were scattered around, mvp, most improved, best qb. his white carpet rested under his bed, poking out slightly, and his bed frame was stained brown wood. his gray covers were scattered on the floor, along with cups and pillows. you sighed, your mom instincts kicking in, and went to pick up everything that dirtied the floor.

"instead of cleaning how about you come here and we cuddle" he opened his arms, asking for a hug, but you just continued to clean. "i have class in an hour and i just did my hair." he rolled over, pretending to be mad and unlocked his phone. his texts between him and his friends showed up, but he had no recollection of sending them. judging by what he was saying, it sounded like him but he drew a blank. "how drunk did i get last night." words sounded from behind him and he turned to see y/n with blankets in her arms and 3 cups in one hand. it was kind of hot, in a milf way. "i can't even remember anything past the drive there." he lied. he could remember the anger he had felt when he saw her twerking on quackity.

"guess it was fun then." she gave a small laugh, attempting to brighten the mood. "do you have any classes today?"

he motioned to his setup across the room. 3 computers, all big and decorated with lights, and under them was a rainbow light up keyboard with a fancy mouse. cs? who would've though. she examined it thoroughly. "you're pretty cute for a comp science major." she laughed again, and he turned with a grin on his face. as much as he wanted to get up, he couldn't because y/n would undoubtedly see his morning wood, and even though she's already seen everything, he wanted to keep some of his decency.

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"look at these 4 events here, and tell me what they have in common" the professor asked the class. it was silent as the 4 things written on the board were 1. having your period, 2. having a brain tumor, 3. eating a lot of junk food and 4. taking anabolic steroids. you looked around, trying to see if anyone could even fathom what was going on, but you seemed to be among a sea of confusion. a guy a few seats away from you insecurely raised his hand, and the professor called on him.