an artwork written by two

by driedfishies

Summary:

RAFAYEL X FEM!READER ♥ Finding out that the star swimmer of your school's an NSFW artist is one thing, but having him find out that you're a smut author is another. You never intended to form a connection with Rafayel Qi, but your somewhat common interests have brought you closer in ways you would've never expected.

Smut author reader and NSFW artist Raf mmmm

Chapter 1: swimmer boy

This class is so fucking boring.

That was your thought as your professor went over the rules and expectations for your book analysis assignment. You'd gotten the point ten minutes ago, and you're sure as hell that you weren't the only one in this class who already got the message. But at least you had something else you were able to do.

As the teacher went on and on and on, you were writing in a separate notebook. Specifically, drafting an upcoming story you planned on posting later—a smut story.

Maybe you were crazy, writing smut in the middle of a lesson, but this was the very reason why you always chose the spots in the corner of your classes. And it wasn't like anyone was going to peer over and look at what you were writing. Even if they did, you knew how to flip a page or just close your notebook completely. Someone could call you crazy, but you weren't stupid.

Porn with feelings, dry humping, oral sex, praise kink, first time―those were just some of the ideas which you were working with this oneshot. Smut wasn't the only thing you wrote, but fuck did you write it often. Still, you'd argue that you could pull off a hell of an angst or fluff. 

You glanced to your side and saw the person beside you was still asleep. Good. Less to worry about.

You quietly sighed in relief once your professor finally finished talking, dismissing the class. You didn't hate your professor, he just talked a lot and occasionally gave work which you thought was unnecessary or boring.

You finished the sentence you were writing then quickly put away your things, all the while pondering whether or not you should wake up the person who was still sleeping. 

You eventually decided that you might as well. It was either you or the professor after all. You could save him from a fifteen minute scolding.

You lightly shook his shoulder. "Xavier, wake up." you whispered. 

For a moment, Xavier didn't budge. But after a few seconds, his eyes slowly opened, responding to you with a groggy voice. "Hm...?"

"Class just ended."

Xavier, nodding, sat up. "Alright, thanks for waking me." 

You nodded back.

You and Xavier Shen weren't incredibly close despite him being in most of your classes and even sitting near you in them. You really only talked when he needed something, usually to see your notes, or borrow a pencil, or an eraser, or a highlighter or—damn, he asked you for a lot. But you also talked to him when given partner work. Despite how he's almost always sleeping during classes―not just your current class―he gets the job done. And his work isn't bad either. Far from it, it was good. You didn't have to worry about him fucking up. He was often dozing around, but people still liked him. If you remembered correctly, he was part of the fencing team. 

You left the class after you confirmed that Xavier was fully conscious again. Your plan was the following; go to your locker, get a drink, then meet up with Tara, your best friend, in the library to get some work done. Your locker wasn't far from the class you were just in, but it was still annoying avoiding the crowds and the people walking a bit too slowly for your liking. Oh, and the shoving―god, the shoving. Thankfully, you avoided getting pushed while on your trip. 

Opening your locker door, you put away your books and papers.

"Did your class go well?"

You turned to your left to see the familiar face of Sylus Qin. Like Xavier, you didn't really talk to him much. He was the one who initiated all the speaking between the both of you. 

"It was fine," you replied, shutting your locker. "Just a bit boring."

"Is that so? What a shame."

Sylus had this smug aura to him, but he wasn't quite mean per se. From what you've heard, people were intimidated by this guy. Rumors about him being dangerous or something among those lines. You didn't have a strong reason to believe those rumors―not yet―so Sylus wasn't a bother to you. Admittedly, you were a bit curious over the mysteries surrounding him, but didn't care enough to investigate yourself. There was normally a pair of twins following him around, Luke and Kieran. They weren’t here at the moment, though.

“Mhm.” Your hand paused on the textbook you were putting away. “What are you doing here?” He was just standing around like he was waiting for something.

“What, am I not allowed to stand beside my locker?” 

Right, he could be a total smartass if he wanted to. 

“No, you’re allowed. Of course you are.” You didn’t see any point in questioning him any further, finishing putting away your stuff. “Bye then.” you bid him farewell. 

"See you around.”

After that interaction, you made your way to your favorite cafe near campus, going back to avoiding getting shoved while leaving the building. Honestly, the cafe wasn't anything special, but you personally thought that it was much better compared to the other options nearby. 

Upon entering, you caught sight of some more familiar faces, Caleb Xia and Zayne Li. 

Caleb noticed you walk in mid-conversation with Zayne. He smiled and waved at you, subtly gesturing you over. "Pipsqueak!"

Had it been anyone else, you would've grimaced at the nickname. However, having him along with Zayne as your friends since childhood, you were used to Caleb calling you that.

You waved back. "Hey Caleb, Zayne." 

Zayne greeted you with a nod. 

Unlike the last two guys, you were actually close with Caleb and Zayne. They practically grew up with you. 

Caleb was a total charmer. He was friendly, sweet, and you were well familiar with his protectiveness. You’d experienced it yourself, predominantly during the time when you lived together. He's probably up there in the top ten people students were likely to have a crush on. There had been countless times he'd receive love letters and confessions. Not to mention, he was part of the basketball team. He was like a book's definition of heartthrob.

Zayne was a bit less lively than him, but still as close to you all the same. He seemed cold, but in reality, he was as sweet as Caleb appeared. Had a sense of humor too. And, he's damn intelligent. He’s studying to be a cardiac surgeon, need you say more? If you were ever going through a crisis, you could rely on Zayne to help out and comfort you. 

"Getting another drink?" Caleb asked, giving your head a small pat. It was another thing you were used to already.

"Yeah. What about you? Getting more desserts?" You intentionally glanced over to Zayne. That guy and his sweets.

Said man noticed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Sugar has benefits. It provides energy and contributes to a positive mood."

You rolled your eyes, a small, amused smile slipping through. 

Caleb laughed, "Sure, doc."

Zayne brushed Caleb off, focusing on you again. “You’re taking care of yourself, right? You’re not staying up late?”

You scoffed. “Yeah, yeah, taking care of myself, not staying up too late. Thanks for the concern, mom.” 

“Of course.” Zayne spoke dryly. “Someone needs to make sure the child grows healthy and strong.”

You looked at Zayne with furrowed brows, offended. “I am not a child.”

Your statement made Caleb laugh aloud. “Really now? Your height says otherwise.”

Zayne covered his mouth and looked to the side to hide the way the sides of his mouth were twitching. Oh the betrayal. 

“I hate you both.” 

One of the employees called out a number, and you could only assume it was Caleb and Zayne's due to the way they turned their heads. 

"That's ours," Caleb confirmed, giving you one more pat on the head while Zayne retrieved their order. "Let's talk again later, 'kay pips?"

Getting over the earlier banter, you nodded. "Talk to you later." You watched as Caleb and Zayne left, then you went to place your own order. You didn't even need to say anything for the cashier to understand. They had been around long enough to know your usual. 

After you took your receipt, you waited for your drink.

 

✎𓂃♡

 

You went to the library once you received your drink, going to the spot near the back that you and Tara liked. 

After sitting down, you began preparing your things, taking out all your notebooks, your writing supplies, and your book for English Literature. You took a sip of your drink before putting it down too. 

While waiting for Tara to arrive, you got started early and began working. It was better to get that analysis assignment done early rather than later. 

You looked over your notes while starting your draft, scribbling messily onto your paper. It would've been easier to type out, but your English Literature professor only accepted physical copies. Another thing you had against him, but not enough to make you dislike him. 

Highlight this, elaborate on that... what a bore.

You sighed. Analysis work was a total pain. 

As time went on, you noticed that more and more people were coming into the library. Huh. Maybe a lot of others were being tasked with assignments too. Or maybe upcoming tests. That sucks. 

"Can I sit here?"

What. 

You looked up from your paper to see who spoke to you.

It was... Rafayel?

Now this was a character who had nothing to do with your life. Rafayel Qi was quite popular—it seemed like a lot of people around you was, actually―but he didn't flaunt it. Not from what you've seen, at least. You're pretty sure he's majoring in one of the arts, and you knew his status as the star of the swimming team. You've never watched a practice or competition, though.

Why did he want to sit with you?

You glanced around and quickly understood. All the other spots in the library seemed to be taken. How was that even possible?

Either way, that chair was saved for Tara. Tough luck.

"Sorry, but-"

A notification from your phone interrupted your words. 

You looked at your now illuminated screen, processing the message just sent.

 

best friend <3: sorry can't make it :( something came up

best friend <3: i’ll talk to you later! 

 

Tara, are you kidding.

You loved Tara. She’s been with you since you’ve stepped into this university and you knew she meant well, but sometimes you couldn’t help but shake your head at her antics. 

The world must've been playing a cruel joke on you.

Well shit. You didn't really have a reason to refuse Rafayel anymore. You'd feel bad if you just sent him off now. 

You shook your head. "Never mind, go ahead." 

Rafayel smiled politely and took the seat in front of you. "Thanks." He took out his own notebooks, placing the ones he wasn't currently using beside yours.

This wasn't part of your plan, but you supposed you could deal with it. You didn't want to come off as rude and leave the moment he came along. You'll just finish this analysis draft, then you'll leave. 

You glanced up again. He seemed focused on his work and he wasn't trying to talk to you. What a relief, you didn't really want to talk to him yourself. You continued writing. Finish the draft, and the rest can be finished in your dorm room. 

You continued working, writing your points and supporting statements. For the most part, you were focused on your own work, but you were curious enough to glance at Rafayel every now and then. 

He's handsome. Well, you already knew that. You just never really looked at him this closely before. You never bothered to. 

Whatever. 

As you looked back down at your work, another notification sounded from your phone. This time, not from Tara, but from Simone. Your close friend and roommate.

 

Roomie <3: hey i bought takeout, where are you?

 

Oh, fuck yeah.

You were just about done anyway. 

You took your book, your writing equipment, and the notebooks closest to you, shoving them into your backpack and standing up. You figured you didn't need to say anything to Rafayel. He still seemed focused on what he was doing anyway. 

 

✎𓂃♡

 

You arrived in front of your dorm room and pressed your keycard to the reader. The delectable scent of freshly made food hit your nose the moment the door creaked open. Simone was at the desk on her side of the room, her head turned towards you.

"There you are," she smiled, holding up your portion. "If you took any longer, I would've eaten this all on my own." 

You smiled back, walking over to her and putting your backpack to the side. "If you did, I would've killed you." you jested while taking the container of food handed to you. 

The two of you sat on Simone's bed, removing the container lids and putting them on her nightstand. You were careful enough not to spill anything, and Simone was too. 

"How were your classes?" Simone asked you before taking a bite of her noodles.

You shrugged. "Most of them were fine. Got a stupid English assignment to finish though." You took a bite of your food yourself.

"Analysis paragraph?"

"Analysis essay."

"Oh. Yikes."

It was always nice talking to Simone. It felt like she understood you, and she was easy to speak with. 

You and Simone proceeded to talk about your classes. You didn't share any with her, but you still liked hearing about the sort of stuff she was doing. At some point, the topic switched to being about a guy Simone was close with, Andrew. You had suspicions about Simone having feelings towards him that went beyond platonic, but she refused.

Before you knew it, your containers were empty. 

"I'm going out for a drink," Simone announced while standing up, taking your empty container to put away. "Wanna come with me?"

You shook your head. "No, I already had a drink earlier." And you wanted to get that assignment done soon.

Simone nodded. "Okay," she shrugged off, grabbing her sweater and wallet. “Give me a text if something comes up.”

After watching her leave, you stood up from her bed and grabbed your backpack. You'll look over your draft, make corrections, then start your good copy. If you finish early, maybe you could post too. 

You opened your bag and took out your notebooks, reaching for the blue one and flipping through to find the page you were working on.

... What is this?

This notebook wasn't full of words, they were full of drawings. 

Did you get your notebooks switched with Rafayel? Shit, does that mean he had your notebook of smut drafts and concepts?! 

You were going to stop prying through his art and close the notebook, but the sight of a specific page stopped you.

Your eyes widened.

It was a suggestive drawing. 

No, it wasn't just suggestive. It was a literal drawing in full color and detail of someone getting fucked by multiple tentacles.

Notes:

idk if anyone wrote smth like this before with rafayel but i wanted to anyway

i cant write prologues

Chapter 2: exchange

Your jaw fell to the ground. 

What the actual fuck? 

No matter how many times you blinked, you couldn't deny what you were seeing. 

Did Rafayel seriously draw this? He was the only one you could've possibly swapped notebooks with on accident. They were beside yours and all, and you did leave in a rush. You glanced into your bag, and the realization that most of the notebooks inside weren't yours dawned upon you.

You should just put this back in your bag and wait to return his stuff. That should've been common sense, but no. You didn't do that. Curiosity got the best of you, and without really thinking it through, you began looking through more pages of the artbook in your hand. 

There was more of it. Well, not more of just tentacle sex, but more sexual pieces. A lot of them. 

Holy shit.

You were fully convinced that Rafayel had drawn these, but it was still hard to believe. These couldn't have been for school. Nudity and suggestive poses, sure, you could understand that―that was common stuff. But this? Also, his art was good. Like really good. And to be fair, he's an art student. You'd expect an art student to be good at art. Still, all the details in the pictures stood out to you. The anatomy, the expressions, the lighting, the shading, the character diversity, you could even tell some of the pieces held a story behind them beyond being sexy. It's clear he was no beginner in drawing NSFW.

After looking at all the pages, you closed the notebook, completely speechless. 

And you sat there for a good minute, rethinking your decisions.

Dammit, if only you had been more careful. How the hell were you supposed to return this to him with a straight face after knowing the kind of stuff he was drawing? Even worse, what if he looked through your own work too? How would you explain?

You contemplated ways you could return his things and retrieve yours without direct contact.

You could leave his stuff somewhere for him to take back and put a note so he knows where to return yours. But you didn't know where his locker was or all the courses he was taking, let alone his schedule. He'd come around the pool eventually, so maybe you'd just leave it there.

You thought some more, then shook your head.

No, you couldn't do that. That could put it at risk for someone else finding and going through his work. You knew you could come off as a bit rude sometimes, but you weren't a total dick. You'd be horrified if someone left your smut notebook somewhere where anyone can pick it up and go through the pages.

Maybe you could just ask someone to exchange them for you, but who? Caleb might have some sort of connection with Rafayel considering how both of them were well known athletes.

You shook your head again.

You couldn't do that either. You knew Caleb well, much like he knew you. He'd probably get nosy and ask what the notebooks were about. And don't even bother lying, he somehow always knew how to see through you. How annoying it was at times.

Was there anyone else you were close with who could've had a connection with him? At all?

You kept racking your brain, but no other ideas came to you.

There wasn't any way around giving it back directly, was there?

God, you were fucked. 

You sighed and put the artbook aside, then went through your bag again for the other blue notebook. It seemed like all your notebooks, save for this one, had been swapped, but you didn't care as much for the rest. At least you still had your assignment draft to help you work.

This was going to be a pain. You knew you wouldn't be able to do your work efficiently without randomly thinking about your poor smut book. The assignment wasn't due anytime soon, but you still wanted to finish the damn thing already, and you wanted it done well. 

Whatever, it shouldn't be that hard to work.

That's what you convinced yourself. 

After thirty minutes, you were still staring at the single sentence typed out. 

Giving up, you switched tabs and opened your go-to fanfiction site.

You should really just keep your drafts online from now on.

 

✎𓂃♡

 

The time was nearing seven o'clock. You had written about two thousand words, which wasn't bad, but still less than what you're usually able to achieve in a few hours. You couldn't tell if it was because of the whole notebooks swap, or if it was genuinely your writer's block acting up again. It's been pretty bad recently. By pretty bad, you mean terrible. And by recently, you mean the past few months. 

You've been updating slower and slower. While you're all for good quality work that took time over rushed updates, it was frustrating to know the amount of work you've finished in a week was typically supposed to be what you finish within two days. Writing's meant to be fun for you, not stressful.

You slumped, then threw your head back on top of your bed's headboard. You ran a hand through your hair and sighed loudly. Great.

Just as you were going to continue working, the door clicked open.

"I heard your sigh from outside, is everything alright?" Simone had returned, an almost empty cup of coffee in her hand and a plastic bag in the other. 

She didn't know about your stories online. She only knew you to be a hardworker―which you could argue was true―but also a bit too vague for your situation. Really, Tara's the only person who knew about the shit you wrote, and thank the lord she doesn't make a big deal out of it. At first she gave you some questioning looks from your stories with odd tags, but she got used to it over time. It was hard, explaining terms like ABO and oviposition to her, but now she didn't even blink when seeing such tags. If she was curious enough, you'd let her beta read your work. Actually, maybe that description wasn't completely accurate. Most of her feedback was only compliments and plot-related questions you've explained multiple times before.

To an extent, Caleb also knew about your reading thing. Reading, not writing. There was once a time, during the time you lived together, where he caught you reading Wattpad stories in the living room. You'll never forgive him for snatching your phone out of your hand and reading it out loud to you. At least it was only a cheesy fluff story and nothing spicy. Still, you preferred he knew about what you read over him discovering you write the stuff too. You hoped he assumed you grew out of reading fanfiction. You obviously didn't. 

"Yeah, everything's alright." you replied, making sure your work was saved before closing the tab. "Just a bit tired." Which wasn't a lie, just not the complete truth either.

Simone gave you a questioning look, mild concern etched onto her face. "You work too much," She shook her head, going to her side of the room. "Let's watch a movie together, I bought snacks." She raised the bag she was holding and shook it to demonstrate. You almost moaned at the thought of getting some chips in your mouth. 

"Simone, I'm literally going to kiss you if you keep spoiling me like this."

She laughed a bit, taking out her own laptop to open a streaming website. "It's not a big deal, really. But hey, I won't complain about a little smooch."

These kinds of jokes were common between you two at this point, so it didn't really mean anything. But you'd be lying if you said you haven't been tempted to make out with Simone before. Like that one time she bought you food after a day of you taking an exam, helping Tara study, and going to work right after. Could anyone really blame you? 

Speaking of work, you had another shift tomorrow. Sigh. You put your laptop away to charge it.

"What genre are we thinking?" Simone asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. She glanced over towards you as you stood up and sat down beside her. 

"I'm up for anything." you replied and quickly got comfortable, putting your legs up on the bed. "But maybe not anything overly gorey. It'd ruin the taste of the snacks."

Simone chuckled. "Got it. Nothing too gorey." Her mouse hovered over one of the film covers, and she looked towards you for your take. "How about this one? I've heard it was pretty good."

You leaned in to get a better look. Dramatic-looking poster. Some sort of romance-mystery movie. Ironically, despite being a romance writer, you didn't watch romance often. Key word; watch. You're still reading it, no shit about that.

Still, you thought that this might give you some inspiration to get over your writer's block, even if just a bit. That red mature rating gave you the impression that there was going to be a sex scene. If it was as good as Simone mentioned, then hopefully it wouldn't be bland spice. You could use this to your advantage.

"There's supposed to be a mature scene, so I'll skip over it when it comes."

Nevermind, you couldn't. 

"Alright, I'm fine with that." you replied, pretending you weren't a bit bothered.

It'd feel awkward to tell Simone that you wanted to watch people fucking. You wouldn't know how to explain, and the average person would just assume you were horny. Oh well. You didn't need a sex scene to get some inspiration anyway.

Simone clicked the movie, putting it on full screen and turning up the brightness. 

And for a moment, you allowed yourself to forget about the dread of what's to come.

 

✎𓂃♡

 

Of course, that was only effective until tomorrow actually came along.

Attending your lecture should go as per usual.

Usual other than the fact that you didn't have your notebooks. You had Rafayel's. At least you only had one lecture for today. 

You tried to distract yourself from the thought of speaking to him. Hell, you didn't even know if you would come across him today. It wouldn't be surprising if you didn't―this building is pretty big. All the campus buildings are. He might not even have any in-class lectures today. But if you were him, you would've been searching. He'd want his things back, right? 

You stopped by your locker first, quickly glancing around to see Sylus wasn't nearby this time. No lectures for him today, maybe. Or he could be skipping. You took a small snack from your stash then started making your way to psychology. 

It was a personal preference for you to turn up early, so not many other students were around. But Xavier was. 

There wasn't any assigned seating, but it just so happened that your preferred seats were next to each other in the back. Not the only course you were taking where this was the case. It made sense for both of you, seeing as you didn't want people seeing what you write, and Xavier could have less trouble avoiding getting caught sleeping.

Speaking of, he was already asleep by the time you had shown up.

After sitting down, you began taking out your things for this class. Minus the notebook you use for psychology, you didn't have that. Because of the accidental exchange, you decided to use loose leaf paper in the meantime. While waiting for your professor to come in, you went on your phone, looking through comments full of feedback and questions of when next chapters would be coming out. You don't reply to everything. It'd be too much for you. But you do appreciate the feedback you get.

"Mm... when did you get here?" Beside you, Xavier spoke groggily, slowly sitting up in his seat. You didn't notice him wake up.

You spared him a quick glance, but quickly returned to scrolling. "I got here just now." you answered.

He yawned, rolling his shoulders a bit. "I see."

Despite being semi-occupied, you were anticipating a request from Xavier.

He spoke again, "... Can I borrow a-"

You passed him an eraser without looking.

"Thank you."

 

✎𓂃♡

 

While your professor was explaining something about biopsychology, your elbow rested on your desk, fingers fidgeting with your pen absentmindedly. You were listening, but weren't in the mood to write notes this time. Is it even possible to have writer's block for taking notes? God, how bad could it get? 

Xavier had fallen back asleep ten minutes into the lecture. It might sound a little mean, but you couldn't say you were very concerned. It wasn't like he was struggling with his grades. You had the feeling he would pass even if he slept through all his lectures.

After the class was dismissed, students prepared to leave right away, chatter and the noise of moving chairs and bags filling the room.

You took your time, seeing as you had nowhere to go immediately. You were going to meet with Tara again later, or at least try to. She promised she would actually show up this time.

"You weren't writing earlier." 

You blinked, realizing that Xavier wasn't asleep anymore. When did he wake up? Why's your attention so bad all of a sudden?

"Uh, yeah." you responded, shoving the almost empty loose leaf into your bag. "I wasn't in the mood for taking notes."

Xavier nodded, rubbing his eyes. He still sounded a bit tired. "I see, but that's not what I meant."

You blinked again. "Then what do you mean?" Please don't let him be referring to that.

"You're usually writing in two notebooks, aren't you?" Xavier asked. "But it looked like you were just using loose leaf this time."

Goddammit.

Xavier was weirdly observant for someone so sleepy. Though, considering how you usually sit close by him, maybe it was inevitable that he would notice eventually. 

When you really considered the fact that he had noticed your double-work, your face paled, starting to think about howobservant he might be. Maybe to the point where he might've caught onto what exactly you wrote about.

"You... noticed that?" you tried to sound unsuspecting. 

"Yeah, you look pretty focused on whatever it is you write."

You barely stopped yourself from sighing in relief. "Whatever it is" implied that he didn't know as much as you feared he would. Good.

"So what's different about today?" Xavier continued. "Did you lose it?"

You thought about it, and decided that would be the best excuse for now. "Yeah, left it somewhere in my room and couldn't find it this morning." You tried to sound dejected to be more convincing.

Xavier tilted his head, thinking, then accepted your reply. "Mm... I see." he hummed. "I hope you find it soon."

Success.

"Yeah, thanks."

Once everything was put away, you quickly left. Just so Xavier wouldn't catch onto anything odd about your behavior too.

 

✎𓂃♡

 

In the afternoon, you met with Tara as planned. Thankfully she showed up.

You sat with her, drinks beside you while she asked you questions about psychology. Despite taking the same course, you had different professors. You were almost like a tutor for her, only you didn't get paid. The things you do for this woman.

But it wasn't a bother for you or anything. You understood that her professor was a total pain in the ass when it came to explaining, constantly getting off topic and over-describing things.

"Can you explain again? I don't understand..." Tara sighed, staring intently at the diagram you drew for her.

You shook your head in exasperation, handing her the paper to analyze herself. "Start from the brain and think about how it connects to everything else."

Tara seemed dispirited, but nodded and kept trying to understand. Tara can be smart, even if some people have their doubts in her. 

You waited for her, reading over your professor's notes while waiting. Since you weren't in the writing mood, you took photos of what he wrote instead. The pictures weren't very useful, seeing as the writing was a bit too messy and blurry from your spot in the back. At least the diagrams weren't so bad, you could tell what they were. It sucks you'd probably still have to ask for someone else's notes to get what you missed.

"Hey, this is yours, right?" someone spoke up, cutting into the middle of your note analysis.

Geez, this is the third time you missed someone's approach today.

Both you and Tara paused, your heads turning to see none other than Rafayel Qi himself, and you felt your heart stop when seeing him holding your beloved notebooks. You should've felt relieved, but still made a slight face of displeasure. Yes, you were glad you were getting your things back, and earlier than you thought you would too. But did he seriously have to return them in front of Tara?

Whatever, now would've been the best opportunity anyway. Not like he would've known not to give it back in front of her.

You coughed to keep your voice steady. "Yeah," you stammered slightly, your attempt failing as your voice strained. "It is."

This was awkward already.

"Oh good." Rafayel smiled. "I would hate to keep someone else's work. Can I assume you have mine then?" That you did.

"Yeah, it's right here." You leaned down, quickly retrieving your bag on the floor with one hand so the other can take Rafayel's notebooks. Finding them immediately, you handed them to him. One, two, three, four. The same amount you left behind yesterday. "These should be all of them."

Once taking them, Rafayel quickly looked through the covers to confirm they were all there and his. After affirming, he smiled. "Yep, that's all of them. Thanks." He turned around and left without a word.

... What the hell was that?

Before you knew it, the moment you've been fearing had already ended.

You were so caught up with that interaction that you forgot Tara was right there, watching that whole exchange. Well fuck.

Hesitantly, you looked towards her to see her giving you a look both curious and excited. Seriously, you could already see the twinkle in her eyes.

"Hey, what was that all about?" she asked. "Since when were you close with Rafayel?" There was that slight teasing hint in her tone.

"Since never," you responded, stuffing your notebooks into your bag. Right where they belong. "We accidentally got our things swapped when we sat here yesterday."

"You were here together?"

Right away you realized how Tara could've received the wrong idea.

"Well, yeah, but―"

She cut you off, "And there isn't anything going on between you? At all? Why would you be sitting with each other, then?"

You shook your head. "Nothing between us. The library was full at the time, alright? There weren't much other seats for him to choose from."

"How'd you even manage to mix up your stuff?" she continued pestering. 

"I don't know, it was an accident. His stuff was next to mine."

This was stupid, it sounded like you were totally bullshitting things. It was just your luck that something which usually occurs in fiction happened to you. Like, accidentally swapping shit with the pretty, popular boy? Please, it sounded like the start to a Y/N story.

Tara's eyes narrowed a bit, completely putting the diagram aside. "So, you guys aren't even friends? Acquaintances?"

You shook your head again. "No, not at all. Not friends or acquaintances. I highly doubt we'll interact again after this."

Tara pouted in disappointment. "Aww..." She liked some drama, especially if it was related to her best friend's love life. 

You rolled your eyes and flicked her forehead, earning a small ow from her. "Now focus on your work." You placed the diagram back in front of her.

 

✎𓂃♡

 

Your studying session ended an hour and half later. Tara had eventually gotten a better understanding of the topic, though there were a few concepts she hadn't fully grasped yet. Not that it was a big deal, you could focus on that next time.

While you wanted to go back to your dorm, mainly to ensure your book of smut was okay, Tara planned on going shopping with some of her other friends. You suspected there was a restock of tarot cards in that store she liked. She invited you to come with, but you politely declined. You still had priorities, and you wanted to relax a bit before your later shift at work.

Simone wasn't around when you returned to your dorm. Probably just out with her other friends too. 

You tossed your bag onto your bed then took off your hoodie, throwing it to the side. You then plopped down on your mattress, a hand immediately going through your bag and finding the blue notebook, taking a good look at the cover. Rafayel seemed to know how to keep things clean. There weren't any food stains or anything. You would've been pissed if you found a trace of some sort of unknown substance on it.

Getting back on track, you began looking through the papers. This was definitely your notebook, the writing was all there and yours. Nothing was smudged either. It's just...

It wasn't only your words. There were added notes you didn't recall putting.

Hold on, what? 

You quickly flipped through the pages and saw they were everywhere―sticky notes with doodles and unfamiliar writing on them. On each page there was something. The make out draft, the creampie drabble, the oral sex, and fucking God, the tentacle sex scene you had written―

 

ooo how romantic

do they have a breeding kink why dun they use protection

this hot im blushing

i made fanart hope you like

 

Of course he makes art of the tentacle sex oneshot. 

Right underneath that last message was a piece of folded paper taped to the page.

You hesitantly removed the paper from the tape and unfolded it. True to his words, Rafayel had drawn the scene of the main character being penetrated from both sides by these large tendrils. It appeared to be just a sketch, yet still detailed. You quickly noticed the familiar art style, further confirming the art from yesterday being Rafayel's. 

While you appreciated that he didn't directly write on your paper, you didn't appreciate the notes―even if you were getting some damn good fanart. It's not like you left commentary on his art, even if you looked through it. You would've rather stayed ignorant and hoped that Rafayel didn't look through anything, but now it was obvious he did. There was literally a note on every page, who would even go out of their way to do that?

 

foreplay should be longer

not enough care in the aftercare where cuddles?

this character is annoying i dun like

why are they wearing cat ears that's a turnoff 

 

... This asshole...!

Notes:

that took awhile haha sorry

i wasnt completely sure at first but trust me i got the idea of where this story is going stay tuned

i might edit this later