Index
O: Onaga
Y: You_Y/n
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AUTHOR'S POV
"Here comes F/n," his classmate said. "You better take cover, Onaga."
The said boy sighed. "And? Am I supposed to bend over and hope for the best?"
His classmates snickered. "Looks like F/n has influenced you more than you think."
Onaga groaned, internally screaming at his lack of thought. "It never ends."
"Pudding!"
Onaga held your legs at his hips for a moment and set you down.
"I thought I told you not to jump on me."
You hugged him from behind, resting against his back. "I know but you're so tall. It's the only way I can reach ya."
"You're not that much shorter."
You giggled and stood on your toes, blowing wind on his ear.
"I know but you still have a few inches on me," you whispered in his ear.
Now usually, any normal person would assume you're talking about your height. But you were far from normal. Everyone in your class knew you had your head in the gutter 25/8. And because of you, Onaga took a peek up there as well.
"Quit it, will you," he scowled, with a red face. You twirled off his person. "Nope," you said, winking. "It's fun."
Luckily for him, your desk was closer to the front of the class. It prevented you from acting out of line. But whenever you couldn't say it, your phone was right there for you.
M E S S A G E S
f/n🤪
How many inches are we talking
pudding😋
F/N!!
f/n🤪
What I just want to know
pudding😋
We're in class
f/n🤪
You answered my text
pudding😋
...
f/n🤪
😊
So how many
pudding😋 IS OFFLINE
You silently snickered. "So cute."
"L/n, would you like to share with the class?"
"Uh, do I give the office answer or the traumatizing answer?"
Your teacher sighed, returning to their lecture. Your classmates never understood how you always got out scot-free, but they had a feeling it was because of your no-filter way of speaking. You've gotten detention more than once for your out-of-context comments.
TIME SKIP
"Why did you drag me to your locker?" Onaga asked, not bothering to fight back. You reached for a container of pudding you had brought.
"Here, my mom found the ones you like."
"You didn't have to," he said, accepting the food.
"I know but," you stopped, your gaze changing again. "I'll enjoy watching you lick it up."
Onaga sighed, feeling the blood rush to his face. "Remind me to never accept food from you again."
You smirked, tracing his lips with your thumb. "It's fine if you don't want 'em. I like the flavour anyway. I'm just curious if yours tastes the same."
You left him to think about your words. You could feel his embarrassment as you walked away.
"If it's that good, I'm eager to try it," you whispered.
"F/n, want to join us for lunch?" a classmate called.
"I hope your stomachs are strong," you replied. "I'm in a good mood today."
"Don't worry. We've F/n-proofed our food."
You laughed. An extra but necessary measure to survive lunch with you.
TIME SKIP
You were walking around your neighbourhood, having nothing to do at home. It was Saturday morning and you'd rather spend it alone than at home possibly arguing with whoever happened to breathe near you. Last night was a bad night. You yawned, pulling out your phone to annoy whoever happened to be at the top of your message list.
CALLING . . . . . pudding😋
O: Don't tell me you plan on annoying me all weekend as well?
Y: Meet me at the park in 5?
O: Eh?
Y: Bye.
O: F/n—
CALL ENDED 📳 [📴]
You jogged to the park, laying face down on the grass. "What a drag. I'm so tired."
You waited for Onaga to show up, breathing in the dirt to pass time.
"What are you doing?"
"Hopefully melting into the ground," you replied, rolling onto your back. "What are you doing?"
"I don't know," he said, sitting by you. "Some friend told me to meet them here. Haven't seen them yet."
You jabbed your fist into his side. "If you don't want to be here you can leave, jerk."
He sweatdropped. "I was kidding. What's up? You're in a bad mood."
You moved your head in his lap. "Shit night, didn't sleep well. Woke up with a headache. Everyone was being too loud. Put me in a shit mood."
He leaned back on his hands, listening to you rant about how annoying your morning had been.
"And don't even get me started on the damn birds who decided to celebrate the sunrise this morning. It rises every day. Shut up!"
"Sounds like you had a rough morning."
You groaned, pulling on your hoodie strings. "I'm just so annoyed. I want to punch someone."
"Not me, please."
"You're safe, Onaga."
The boy blinked, surprised and confused. "I can't remember the last time you called me by my name."
You rolled your eyes. "Welcome to the real me. If you haven't noticed, I'm pretty fake at school. The whole cheery vibe isn't me."
"Fake huh... Even around me?" he said, sounding hurt. You sighed and sat up slightly, leaning onto your elbows.
"Not quite. I'm pretty real around you," you explained. "The one part where I'm not real is my confidence. Believe it or not, I'm not that confident. What you see is me acting tough as a means to tease you."
"I don't know how I feel about that."
"Oops?" you replied with a shrug. "I don't know. Your reactions are cute. I can't help but want to tease you even more. And besides, you're the one who likes thick, creamy pudding. It's all on you."
"It's good."
"I know. I have yet to confirm yours but the ones I bought are nice."
"Stop."
"Not gonna."
You kept pointlessly arguing back and forth until you had your fill.
"There's something on your face."
"Is it gone?" he asked, wiping his face.
"Hold on." You sat up, turning to 'remove' what was on his face. Using your hand as a distraction, you kissed him. You gave him no time to adjust, slipping your tongue in. You felt him retaliate, but you wouldn't let him have his way. You pulled away, leaving him breathless.
"Sweet."
"Huh?"
"Thanks for keeping me company, Onaga."
You jumped to your feet and jogged off, leaving the shocked middle blocker behind.
TIME SKIP
The teasing continued. Day after day, week after week, it seemed your stamina never ran out. Even when you were peacefully eating lunch together, you wouldn't let him catch a break.
"You have too much energy these days," Onaga complained.
"Help me release some then," you replied. "I know a great activity."
Onaga coughed, choking on his water.
"Was talking about volleyball, but okay," you said, smirking. "Wanna play?"
"I guess," he replied.
"You better go all out. I only play hard."
Onaga flinched, frozen. "R-Right."
You leaned over, almost crawling towards him. "What's wrong? Your face is all warm. You're gonna get all sweaty. Take your jacket off."
Onaga hardly heard a thing. He could only focus on your lips, the line of your body.
"Pudding, what are you daydreaming about? Am I part of it?"
He gulped and shook his head. "I just got...lost in thought. We should get to class."
You picked up your things and returned to class. On the way, you kept edging him further. "Did you like my pudding?"
"W-What do you mean?"
"The pudding I gave you. I made it."
"O-Oh, yeah, it was good."
"Do you want more? I have plenty where that came from. I can even drop it off at your place."
"S-Sure, you can come at any time."
"I think I'll come by tomorrow. I don't know. I'm kinda sore these days. I can't take any more bending."
Onaga gulped. He knew what you were talking about. Your parents were renovating. That meant things being moved around. It wasn't anything inappropriate. Why was his mind seeing it that way?
"I made sure to fluff it up so it's extra creamy. It's super thick. Making it was pretty messy," you said with a sigh. "I don't know why I was so distracted. I turned the mixer too high and got sprayed. It was sticky and hard to clean up. At least it tasted good—Hey, what are you doing—Onaga, hold up!"
He didn't. He pushed you both past a door. It was a storage room. Boxes and other things we're piled up above your heads. He pushed you against a wall, your hands locked above your head. His hands were trembling around your wrists. The look in his eyes made your legs feel weak.
"Onaga?"
"Why? Why do you do this to me?" he said against the skin of your neck. "Pushing me further and further to a point of no return..."
His hot breath on your neck sent a shiver down your spine. "You're so tempting. Every time you talk, all that comes up are lewd thoughts...F/n..."
You bit your lips as his own latched onto your flesh. You never expected Onaga to do anything. He was a shy boy. Or so you thought.
"Onaga..."
"You've teased me enough. It's time I return the favour you so eagerly wanted, F/n."
"O-Onaga—ngh!"
INCOMING CALL . . . . . pudding😋
You groaned and rolled over, grabbing your phone.
[ACCEPT] DECLINE
Y: Morning.
O: Good morning, sleepyhead. Are you skipping?
Y: My back hurts and now my legs are sore.
O: I feel fine.
Y: If you're here to flaunt your stamina, I'm leaving.
O: Sorry, sorry, I'll be gentler next time.
Y: There won't be a next time, bottom.
O: Weren't you the one beg—
CALL ENDED 📳 [📴]
You glared at your phone, tossing it to the side.
"Stupid idiot, I'll make you swallow your words."
You forced your body out of bed, walking to the bathroom. You peered at your reflection. There were red spots varying in shade covering your skin.
Bite marks, hickeys, finger imprints on your hips.
You were covered from head to toe. The more you stared, the more the memories resurfaced. Your face erupted with colour. You had to hold back a squeal.
"Pudding's good...in more ways than one."