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Pairing you with Leona is genuinely the worst decision your professor has made. Well, pairing his lazy ass with anyone at all is a terrible choice. He skips almost every period and barely participates, claiming that he has more important things to do. As if you would believe his bullshit. What work does he have besides homework? You doubt he does any of his housewarden responsibilities. The only things you see him do is laze around like a spoiled housecat. No wonder he got held back a year.

As you work on the project, you come to the realization that Leona has been purposefully avoiding you and this class. You’re supposed to do things together. But now everything is left on your shoulders. All because Leona had no interest in putting in any effort.

Who does he think he is? You already have so much to deal with. Not only do you have work for other classes, but you always have to clean up after Grim and do whatever task Crowley gives you when he doesn’t feel like doing his job. Your hands are full and you won’t let Leona treat you like a doormat.

One way or another, Leona will get his part of the project done.

“You’re lookin’ for Leona?”

You nod. Ruggie definitely knows Leona’s whereabouts. He’s basically the prince’s right hand man. Even if he doesn’t know Leona’s exact location, he could probably figure it out.

Ruggie pretends to think as a sly smile appears on his lips. “Hm… Gimme a couple of thaumarks and I’ll tell ya. I don’t give anything for free.”

“Are you serious?” Your grades are on the line - but you’re also too stubborn to do all the work yourself. “Ugh - come on, Ruggie. Please? I’ll pay you back later.”

He scoffs in response. Unless he gets something in return, he’ll be keeping his mouth shut. For a moment, you consider getting on your knees and groveling at his feet, clinging onto his pant leg and begging for a small hint at the very least. But you remember how stubborn all the students from Savanaclaw. Ruggie’s not going to budge and that’s obvious. Sacrificing your dignity isn’t something that you want to do. It might be a last resort though.

“Ruggie…” You give it one more try. Nothing.

He quirks a brow and makes a face like he’s about to laugh and call you stupid. It was worth a try. But you were really hoping that Ruggie would have some kind of revelation that would make him change his mind and show you an ounce of mercy by telling you where Leona is.

You click your tongue in frustration. This is a waste of time. “Nevermind.” Turning on your heel, you make the decision to walk away. There’s no point in keeping the conversation going. You’ll only be wasting time you could be using to find Leona.

Ruggie only shrugs, hands behind his head. He doesn’t stop you from leaving. Instead, he goes on to do his own thing. You go your separate ways.

It takes you until the end of the day to figure out Leona’s location - the sports field. You’ve been running around all day looking for him, to the point where your legs are beginning to ache. The spelldrive club members are just now finishing practice. They all pant heavily and groan. A few of them even collapse on the ground, their muscles too worn for them to continue standing.

Coach Vargas blows his whistle, signaling the end of practice. He gestures to the team to gather around for an important announcement. As Leona wipes the sweat from his forehead, he finally notices you. Then he rolls his eyes in exasperation. You take extreme offense to this.

The prince has been avoiding you on purpose. He went out of his way to find new napping spots - just so that you couldn’t find him when he skipped class. He’s been doing this for nearly a week, and now that you found him, he’s acting like he has been inconvenienced. The audacity of Leona to roll his eyes as if you’ve been pestering him nonstop. If anything, he’s the one inconveniencing you .

Leona grumbles something, causing Ruggie’s ears to perk and swivel. He glances back at him before focusing on the coach. Leona turns around to quickly slip away while Vargas is still distracted. You go to hurry after him before he gets away.

“Uh, excuse me .” You don’t bother concealing the snark in your tone. “Where do you think you’re going?”

He doesn’t reply as you remain on his tail. He starts speed walking while ignoring you, hoping that you’ll shut up and disappear, or even give up because he outpaces you. Unfortunately, you are relentless. There’s no way you’ll let Leona get away with avoiding his work. You remain on his heels, much to his dismay.

“You have to do your side of the project. You don’t seriously think I'm going to do everything myself, do you?”

You keep talking - hounding him with all sorts of questions about where he has been, why he has been avoiding you, and more. With his flicking tail and tense body, Leona is growing irritated with you, to the point where he struggles keeping a nonchalant facade.

He roughly shoves the locker room door open. “You’ve been fine working alone. You don’t need me to hold your hand, now fuck off.”

You bristle at his words, watching as he approaches his locker to change out of his gym uniform. You start hesitating - Leona isn’t the type of person who lets himself get pushed around. Annoying him about the project might get you nowhere. Either that, or he’ll consider kicking your ass just for badgering him. Perhaps this was just a waste of time.

With a heavy sigh, your shoulders slump as you shoot a weak glare at Leona, which he does not acknowledge.

“Of course… Your lazy ass can’t do shit by yourself.” Leona’s ears perk at the sounds of your mumbling. “So fucking spoiled. Needing others to do everything for you…”

Leona’s hand reaches out, grabbing the back of your collar like it’s the scruff of a cub. He drags you back, ignoring your flails and protests as he moves his hand to the back of your head. Then he shoves your face right into his hairy pit.

“You need to put that noisy mouth to better use.” He sneers, fingers tangling in your hair.

Now you’re realizing just how much Leona reeks, you hadn’t gotten a whiff of his body odor until now. Cringing at the stench of sweat and texture of damp armpit hair on your face, you struggle to pull away from him.

“Oh god. ” Your palms press against his torso, feeling his warm and sweaty skin. Holding your breath, you squirm and attempt to shove him away. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? Let me go!”

He tuts while you thrash around helplessly. His grip tightens to ensure you don’t slip away from him. Leona’s eyes meet yours and he laughs at you.

“You’ve got to work for my forgiveness. I didn’t like that attitude of yours, herbivore.” Leona grins. His tongue slides across his teeth, lingering on his sharp cuspid. “Lick my pits clean and then I’ll let you go. I don’t have all day, so get started.”

A moment passes. You keep your lips pressed firmly together as an act of defiance. Leona raises an eyebrow at your behavior. The prince isn’t amused at all.

He tilts his head downwards. With a firm gaze, he speaks lowly. “You don’t want my team walking in here and seeing your face buried in my pit. I’ll tell them that you were desperate for a whiff. Is that what you want? Do you want the whole spelldrive team to know that you're the captain’s sweat slut?”

The thought of being caught in this situation fills you with dread. You can already imagine the laughter echoing in the locker room as judgemental eyes burn into your skin. They won’t care to listen to what you have to say. They’ll choose their captain’s words over yours. In their eyes, you’re a nobody.

Putting your pride aside, you choose to humiliate yourself in front of Leona rather than the entire spelldrive team. You stick out your tongue and press it against his armpit. The prince’s expression quickly shifts to one of satisfaction. The flavor of Leona’s rancid smelling sweat is salty. Your tongue tingles while you shudder at the taste.

Your face burns from the humiliation. Leona watches closely as you slowly lap at his pit, licking short strips. Both of you are aware of how much you’re salivating. Swallowing thickly, you press your tongue against his skin and the dark curly hairs. The build up of sweat is soon replaced by your spit.

“Well, that certainly didn’t take long.” Leona chuckles at your dazed expression. He can feel your heavy and moist breaths on his unshaved armpit. Once satisfied, he pulls your face away, admiring the spit dripping down your chin and the sweat smeared across your mouth. “You look good like this, herbivore.”

After having your face buried in Leona’s musky pit for so long, the air feels so refreshing. You quickly suck in deep breaths before getting pushed into Leona’s other armpit. It’s impossible to form a coherent thought when you can only process the salty taste of his sweat and the heady stench of his body odor. A muffled whimper slips from your lips.

Pressing your pelvis against his thigh, you mindlessly hump him like a dog. The prince is momentarily stunned - but he quickly recovers. Instead of shoving you off, Leona allows you to grind on his leg. He actually encourages it.

A deep purr rumbles in his chest as he releases your hair, knowing that you won’t try to pull away as you’re clearly drunk off of his sweat and musk. His hand rests on your hip. Leona gives it a light squeeze while he guides your movements.

“So eager to please, aren’t you?” He croons.

You gaze back at him, fervently nodding in response and angling your crotch to hit a sensitive spot that makes you moan. The display is entirely pathetic - which makes it all the more attractive to Leona. You’re slobbering all over his pits, huffing and kissing them sloppily.

With your hands on Leona’s torso, you grope and paw at his body mindlessly. The prince hums, sounding pleased despite your clumsy touches. He watches your hands glide over his stomach, brushing against the curly hairs of his happy trail. Leona grabs your wrist before your fingertips could finish following the trail down and slip under the waistband of his pants.

Leona scoffs at the sounds of your disappointed whining. You were yearning to see what he is hiding beneath those loose pants. A little glimpse is all you need - but something more than that is good too, if not better.

So you look at him pleadingly, hoping he would give you a little treat, a little something. Anything. But he isn’t feeling generous.

His hand tightens around your wrist and gives it a slight squeeze - a warning. The prince’s nose wrinkles as his expression shifts to one of displeasure. A glimpse of his fang can be seen when he curls his lip.

“Don’t get greedy.” He scolds you as if you’re a child, someone who’s not on an equal level with him. “I’m allowing you to indulge in yourself here. I could’ve shoved you off but I didn’t.”

Leona presses his palm against your forehead and pushes your head back. He begins to grin with narrowed eyes. The way you look so disheveled is pitiful - like a messy, sopping wet cat. Actually, with your inexperience, you’re more akin to a kitten in his eyes.

“Show me some gratitude.”

There’s no room for arguments or disobedience. His voice carries a certain edge that erases any temptation you had to complain to him and try to get what you want.

Once he removes his hand from your head, to quickly return to his armpit and start pressing apologetic kisses against the flesh of his underarm. You murmur, “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I promise.”

Leona stares down at you with a smug glint in his eyes. He has put you in your place, right beneath him - and it’s exactly where you belong.

Although the situation is very satisfying, he no longer has the patience to allow things to continue. You have already licked his pits clean and he isn’t interested in standing around and letting you huff his musk for who knows how long. Leona moves you aside and finishes changing. You stand in a daze and gather your bearings. Then you snap out of it.

“Better get going,” he says. When Leona looks at you, he laughs. “You smell like my pits.”

You quickly wipe your face with your sleeve and Leona exits the locker room. He looks very pleased with himself while the only thing you feel is shame. You hurry to slip out before the locker room fills with his team mates.

Looks like you’ll have to go back to working all by yourself. Great.