“ZERO!” Noctis said, way too pissed for a fake test score. “That's bullshit, Ignis. Those answers were right.”
Ignis leaned over Noct's desk, bringing them eye to eye. “Are you familiar with the expression cheaters never prosper, Noctis? This was a test of your existing knowledge, not how well you could look things up on your phone.”
Ordinarily, Gladio would tug Noct's lower lip when he did that little pout but Ignis only stared it down. “I was managing my resources,” Noct said. “You and dad are always hammering that one home.”
“Dude, chill,” Prompto said. “You got busted. No big deal.”
“What did you get?”
“Fifty-one.” He showed the paper, grinning. A good effort apparently, with a little smirking Ignis emoji.
“Did you fucking study?” Gladio asked.
“You should all be studying,” Ignis said, straightening to his full height. “Lest we have a repeat of this shambolic performance.”
Noct fumed quietly, gripping the test in both hands. While Prompto said: “Does that mean it wasn't a good effort?”
“Putting forth effort is not the same as being successful, Mr. Argentum.”
“Harsh.”
Gladio tried not to groan. Were they fucking done dicking around? “Seems like if everyone failed some blame's gotta go to the teacher.”
Ignis snapped his gaze toward him. “Oh? Do you have a complaint about my tutelage, Mr. Amicitia?”
It was funny cause they'd been in this situation once in real life. And Gladio did have complaints. Big ones. Not about Ignis' tutelage which was exemplary like everything else he fucking did but about having to be tutored at all by some kid who was younger than he was. Especially over some dumb history lessons he was never gonna need again once he left school. But he'd gotten over himself quickly. It had been too hard to stay mad at Ignis when he was earnestly trying to help him. “Yeah I got a complaint, Professor Scientia. Sir.”
“Oh?” Ignis rounded on him, straightening even further to use all of his full height. There were only a few inches between them usually but could feel like a lot and Ignis was obviously loving having the height advantage for once while Gladio was seated.
“You're distracting?”
“I'm distracting.”
“Yeah. Think any of us can concentrate on the words coming outta your mout when we're busy thinking about jamming our cocks into it?”
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FILL Ignis/OT4, student-on-teacher rape roleplay 2/?
Date: 2018-01-07 02:44 am (UTC)Ignis leaned over Noct's desk, bringing them eye to eye. “Are you familiar with the expression cheaters never prosper, Noctis? This was a test of your existing knowledge, not how well you could look things up on your phone.”
Ordinarily, Gladio would tug Noct's lower lip when he did that little pout but Ignis only stared it down. “I was managing my resources,” Noct said. “You and dad are always hammering that one home.”
“Dude, chill,” Prompto said. “You got busted. No big deal.”
“What did you get?”
“Fifty-one.” He showed the paper, grinning. A good effort apparently, with a little smirking Ignis emoji.
“Did you fucking study?” Gladio asked.
“You should all be studying,” Ignis said, straightening to his full height. “Lest we have a repeat of this shambolic performance.”
Noct fumed quietly, gripping the test in both hands. While Prompto said: “Does that mean it wasn't a good effort?”
“Putting forth effort is not the same as being successful, Mr. Argentum.”
“Harsh.”
Gladio tried not to groan. Were they fucking done dicking around? “Seems like if everyone failed some blame's gotta go to the teacher.”
Ignis snapped his gaze toward him. “Oh? Do you have a complaint about my tutelage, Mr. Amicitia?”
It was funny cause they'd been in this situation once in real life. And Gladio did have complaints. Big ones. Not about Ignis' tutelage which was exemplary like everything else he fucking did but about having to be tutored at all by some kid who was younger than he was. Especially over some dumb history lessons he was never gonna need again once he left school. But he'd gotten over himself quickly. It had been too hard to stay mad at Ignis when he was earnestly trying to help him. “Yeah I got a complaint, Professor Scientia. Sir.”
“Oh?” Ignis rounded on him, straightening even further to use all of his full height. There were only a few inches between them usually but could feel like a lot and Ignis was obviously loving having the height advantage for once while Gladio was seated.
“You're distracting?”
“I'm distracting.”
“Yeah. Think any of us can concentrate on the words coming outta your mout when we're busy thinking about jamming our cocks into it?”