a pokemon scarlet/violet self-insert story from Arven's perspective.
Fandom: Pokemon Scarlet/Violet
Published: April 3rd, 2023 - Ao3
Word Count: 6,304
Content Warnings: vomit scene, drug use, sex at the end
i wrote and posted this to Archive of Our Own on April 3rd, 2023. i'd just finished the game and Arven was so fuckable and i found out i had a kink for vomiting after puking during a commute. I edited a bit before uploading on April 10th, 2025
i do have some plans to revisit this ScVi universe because i want to explore rea's dynamics with the rest of the cast, and then meeting kieran and drayton. we will see. just notes since i dont have tags like on ao3....all of the cast is on the spectrum to different degrees. rea and arven have cptsd. nemona and penny are dating. rea and arven are dating. rea and penny struggle to talk sometimes. thats why rea doesnt have to say words to miriam
Everything Arven had eaten the night before was not settling well in his belly. With his head slumped on his table, he stifled a groan as a gurgle found itself rumbling his organs.
To be fair, he did overdo the indulging a bit; after realizing he could have food deliveries sent to his dorm, the young man went nuts and indulged himself in his favorite junk: cookies, cakes, burgers, a shake. You name it and chances are, Arven shoved that shit right down his mouth at 1AM.
Arven had experienced the most ferocious case of the munchies he ever had since starting to smoke. He’d have to ask Penny what the hell was in the weed she gave him that made him that hungry afterwards. Usually after smoking, he’d just pass out without having any shitty dreams.
“You alright, Arvie? You’ve been sleeping the whole class.” Arven winced as he felt a pointy poke in his side. Glaring from his slouch, he met the wide orange eyes of Nemona which were examining him intently. He rolled his eyes before looking forward at the young curly haired girl sitting across from him. His little buddy. Her dark brown eyes were just as worried as Nemona’s as she fiddled with her notebook’s rings.
“I’m fine.” Arven breathed out, forcing himself to lift his head off his desk. Worrying Nemona was one thing, but to have Rea of all people staring at him with anxious eyes made his face heat up. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”
“Oh, that sucks. Well, while you were taking a nap, Rea and I have been trying to figure out these last two problems.” Nemona tapped the paper before her with a pencil. “We could really use your help. Tyme wants them done before we leave.”
Arven eyed the paper and sighed. Arven was the two girl’s lifeline for this course; for some reason, math just didn’t click for either of them. Rea could get by for the most part, but Nemona? It was at least once a week she could be found gripping her head in a panic because Tyme asked her to give her the answer to the problem on the board. She had been the same way since they were freshmen. “Just give ‘em to me.”
Sighing in relief, Nemona pushed the paper infront of him. “Thanks, amigo.”
“Yeah, yeah…did I miss any important notes?” He muttered, hand on his chin as he began to work through the problems. It was just a bunch of trigonometry equations, his personal favorite to figure out. It was fun when everything simply clicked together and was obvious. The satisfaction of solving them would be better though had his stomach not been in an uproar.
Rea turned her notebook to face it in Arven’s direction. He glanced up from the worksheet and smiled. “Thanks, buddy. I’ll copy them after class.” The girl smiled back and placed the notebook back in front of her and began to doodle.
“We should totally get pizza after class today. Penny texted me the other night about a new spot that opened up on campus that sells HUGE slices. I went to try it after she told me and it was FIRE!” Nemona rocked back and forth on her stool with a wide grin. “I’ve been craving pizza sooo much lately, especially since the cafeteria hasn’t put it back on the menu. We need to go try it.”
“Ugh, no thanks.” Arven groaned, shifting on his stool. “You guys can go, but I’m heading to bed once I leave.”
Rea looked up from doodling with a raised eyebrow. Arven caught her look and waved his hand nonchalantly. “You can bring me a slice if you want me to have it that bad.”
“She’s givin’ you that look ‘cause you’re trying to hide in your dorm again. Not about the pizza.” Nemona mused. Rea nodded toward Nemona before looking back at Arven.
Feeling his face grow hot, he looked back down at the worksheet before him. “I’m not trying to hide. It’s nothing like that.”
“You sure? You’ve been doing it a lot lately. You hid when we wanted to go battle training, and then when we studied, and even when we had a sleepover at Rea’s dorm.”
“Not that de-eep.” Arven raised a fist up to his mouth to stifle a burp. Ugh. The sour feeling in his belly was getting bad. He wasn’t sure if the anxiety caused by his friend’s concern was riling up his stomach or not, but Arceus he would be happy to do without it. The burp was slightly wet and left an awful acidic taste in his mouth. Cringing, he looked at the clock and sighed. There were still 20 minutes left of class.
Nemona snorted, her eyes locked onto him. “Okay, burpy boy. Rea will get you a slice to bring to your dorm.”
Arven looked at her tiredly before looking back at the worksheet. Suddenly, he couldn’t focus on trigonometry anymore. Even the motion of moving his pencil to scribble in the obvious answer made him feel weak. Groaning, he scooted his stool back slightly in order to stretch, hoping it’d relieve some of the discomfort brewing in his insides. Tyme was pretty strict about bathroom breaks, even with his current “class nap” accommodation; they were only to be taken if one was about to make a mess on her floor.
For a second, Arven felt like he was going to. As he went back to slouch on the table, a funky wave of nausea punched him like a Hitmonchan as his body grew hot. It was certainly different from his anxiety attacks; usually with those it’d start with his heart racing and having trouble breathing. This was horribly reminiscent of how he’d feel after stumbling off of one of the twirly coasters he rode with Nemona as a sophomore. Trying to play it off, he shifted on his stool and covered his face with his hand.
“Dude, are you good?” Nemona gave him a wary look.
“I think.” He stammered out, peeking from between his fingers. “Is it hot in here to you guys?”
Rea shook her head quickly before bending to rummage through her backpack. Her face was plastered with panic, which made Arven feel awful. Ever since the events of Area Zero, she had taken on being overly worried about him. He appreciated the care, but hated the fact that his wellbeing was now distributed between himself and his friends. Telling her that he just had a dumb stomach ache from overeating was too embarrassing. She probably was convinced he was having a PTSD attack and preferred if she just thought that so he wouldn’t get lectured about his dumb decision. Nemona on the other hand was grinning at him stupidly as usual.
“It’s pretty cold. Maybe if you finally took off that dumb highlighter vest, you wouldn’t break into a sweat in the middle of class.”
“I-It’s not my vest.” Arven shook his head before brushing his hair out of his face. He was getting ridiculously hot with each second, actually wanting to strip himself from his vest. “It’s actually really hot.” The statement came out as a nervous chuckle.
Rea sat back up from her rummaging with a horrified look on her face.
“I don’t have any mints.” Her voice was as quiet as a Tandemaus.
“Huh?” Nemona looked over at her. “What do you need mints for in math?”
Rea pointed at Arven who had broken into a full sweat. “That.”
“I-It’s fine. I’m alright. I…think I’m just gonna go to the bathroom.” Arven stammered out, turning to get out of his chair. The room swayed before him as his mouth became dry. Feeling dizzy, he gripped the table and cleared his throat frantically as he looked to the ground.
It was already happening. Saliva was gathering in his mouth as he tried to breathe. With them sitting in the back of the class, he realized there’d be no way he’d make it out in time or without making for a bigger mess to clean.
“Arven?” Nemona looked at him cluelessly. “You look like you’re abou-”
Nemona’s comment was cut off by the awful sound of heavy liquid splashing against the tiled floor. It rushed out so quickly, nearly knocking Arven out of his stool. It seemed to have silenced the entire room as eyes turned to him in horror.
Nemona had already stumbled out of her stool and away from the splashback, standing in the middle aisle of the room with her hands covering her mouth in bewilderment. Rea was merely looking away with tightly shut eyes and squeezed fist.
“Nemona, what is going on?” Tyme had looked up from her desk before realizing why everyone was staring nervously toward the back of the room. “Oh, Arceus.”
“Arven just puked all over himself.” Nemona stated as she checked her own clothes for any droplets of vomit. “We need a janitor.”
Arven had glanced up from his shaky hunch and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. While sure, that got rid of some of the awful pressure in his stomach, he was quickly feeling as another round was climbing up his throat. Wincing, he quickly turned his head back to the floor as a bout of vomit projectiled from his mouth once again. He felt very guilty as it was splashing all over the cabinets next to him; he’d have to apologize to Tyme later when he felt better.
“Nemona, can you get everyone in the hall while I handle this?” Professor Tyme was out of her chair approaching their table now with a roll of paper towels.
The upperclassman saluted and quickly got to work. “Alright, friends! Let’s get out of here! Off into the hall with our worksheets!” She was met with many rolled eyes and groans as people picked up their belongings and filed out of the room. Rea had opened her eyes to look in their direction but seemed too startled to get up, holding her fist shut tightly to her side as she stared at the scene in front of her.
“Arven, honey. Here. Nemona’s gonna get someone to come clean this up.” Tyme tapped his shoulder as he panted toward the floor. Looking up tiredly, he accepted the paper towel and wiped his face. “You still feelin’ queasy?”
He nodded before noticing the deranged expression on Rea’s face. He knew she wanted to make sure he was okay and all, but she seriously didn’t need to subject herself to watching him puke everywhere. Tyme seemed to notice her expression as she raised an eyebrow.
“Rea, please go with Nemona. I’ll take care of Arven.”
The girl shook her head, raising her hands to her mouth as she trembled.
Arven knew that look. It was too late for Rea to get up.
Arven grimaced and looked away from the girl as puke sprayed between her fingers and all over the table. Tyme stepped back with her hands in the air, absolutely horrified. Arven felt pretty bad for his teacher, because if he was in her shoes, he would have quit his job after having to deal with this. Rea quickly pushed away from the table and finished vomiting on her lap, coughing heavily.
Nemona had stepped back into the class with a big smile and wave. “Janitor is on his way, Miss Tyme!”
Tyme turned to her with the most exhausted look Arven had ever seen her express. “Thanks, hon. Mind helping these two to Miriam’s office?”
Taking big strides, Nemona proudly led the way down the empty halls as Rea and Arven dragged themselves behind, feeling disgusting. Tyme had thrown in the towel after Rea had begun to vomit, stating that it was too much and she would end up sick too if anyone else decided to puke. Arven couldn’t blame her for that considering she still had a few more classes to teach. Luckily, it seemed like Nemona had a stomach of steel as she was able to aid the two of them before heading to the office.
“So, I’ll tell Penny that pizza is off the table for lunch today.” She teased, looking back at the two in soiled clothes. Arven frowned tiredly while Rea wiped her eyes from tears again.
“Nemona, come on.”
“Sorry. It’s just funny. Why didn’t you just say your stomach was hurting?”
“Because I felt stupid.” Arven averted his eyes as they reached the nurse’s office. Nemona opened the door and let them walk in, waving goodbye before skipping away. Sighing, Arven looked to Miriam who had twisted around in her chair, tapping a pen on her chin.
“Oh, what a sight for this lovely Tuesday morning.” She looked at them with a soft, amused smile.
Arven gave a nervous grin with a nod as Rea stared at the floor.
“Well, get yourselves out of those icky clothes. I’ll need to do a quick examination of you both before I send you to your dorms.” She turned back around to her computer to type as she pointed to the curtained area. “And if you’re still feeling queasy, you know where the bathroom is.” Miriam nodded toward the door where the bathroom stood.
Arven nodded before tapping Rea’s shoulder. The curly haired girl looked up with him, face reddened from crying. “You can change first. I’m gonna go sit in front of the toilet for a bit.”
Rea frowned and paced into the curtained area without a word. With a groan, Arven stumbled into the bathroom and kneeled down in front of the toilet. It seemed like everything he had eaten the night before wanted to come out this end instead of the other. Feeling ridiculous, he propped his head up as waves of nausea shook him. The clicking of heels behind him made him blush as he turned to look at Miriam in the doorway, hands on her hip.
“Alright, tell me what’s going on. You haven’t gotten your hands on any alcohol, have you?”
“No.” Arven quickly stammered out. “I’m fine. I just ate-urp…too much food last night.”
Miriam raised an eyebrow, tapping her foot. “Well, I can certainly see that. But I’m not fully convinced. I know a hangover when I see one.”
“No hangover, I promise. I don’t even know anyone who could get me alcohol.” Arven chuckled before turning his head back to the toilet. The world was beginning to sway again as his mouth watered. “Just too…much…food.”
As Arven heaved, Miram tapped her chin with a sigh before stepping out to glance at Rea. The young girl was standing in her underwear covering her ears in a corner. “Rea, throw on a shirt, alright?” She called out to her, but Rea didn’t move.
“Ok, I think I’m done.” Arven panted, wiping his mouth clear of the strings of vomit. “S-Sorry.” As bad as his throat hurt, he certainly felt a lot better after that round of puking. The rock in his stomach had dissipated into just a general grumblyness that almost felt like hunger. If anything, it was the bodily exhaustion that had him feeling ill.
“You’re fine, sweetie. Need some water?” Miriam helped him to his feet before leading him out into the office again. He took a slumped seat in a chair and took some sips from the water bottle Miriam gave him before glancing over at Rea, who was still nearly naked and petrified in a corner. Even though this far from the first time he’d seen Rea unclothed, it still made him feel embarrassed since Miriam noticed him staring so he quickly looked down at his soiled pants. Rea hadn’t moved until Miriam walked over and helped her into an oversized t-shirt and spare gym shorts. Rea seemed just as embarrassed as he was when she walked over to take a seat on one of the beds in the room.
“Arven, get yourself out of those clothes and throw them with Rea’s.” Miriam directed him to the curtained side of the room as she approached Rea. He sighed, getting up and trudging over, taking off his vest as he went.
Once he got over, he pulled himself out of his uniform shirt and chucked off his pants, leaving him standing stupidly in his boxers. Miriam’s Topapex came from out of nowhere, lifting up a big shirt for him to put on. After thanking the Pokemon, he threw it over his head and looked out from behind the curtain. Miriam was busy taking Rea’s temperature and checking basic vitals, asking simple questions the girl could nod or shake her head to. “Can I come out?”
“If you’d like. I’m almost done with Rea. Come and lay on the other bed.”
Arven nodded, walking over and taking a seat before lying down. It was nice to lay down, if Arven was being honest. A lot better than miserably hunching over at a table to sleep. He stared at the ceiling before watching Miram and Rea in silence.
“Okay. Do you think taking the rest of the day off would benefit you more than going to your remaining classes?” Miriam gave her a soft look. “Your teachers will understand either way.”
The girl shrugged before eventually nodding and mouthing “day off”.
“Okay. I’ll let them all know. Do you think your stomach is settled enough to hold down any medicine?”
Rea nodded again as Miriam got up to look through a cabinet. She came back with two different medications and a cup of water. “One is your anxiety medication, the other is just to keep your stomach settled.” She handed her a tablet of each in which Rea took. “Why don’t you head back to your dorm and get some rest? Fifi would be happy to escort you there if you need.”
Rea looked over at Arven before giving Miriam a worried face.
“Oh, he’s alright. I’m gonna figure out what’s going on with him and then he’ll be sent to his dorm to rest, too.”
Rea looked to her feet before sighing, standing up as Miriam’s Hypno sat up from its chair. Before heading to the door, Rea gave a pitiful wave to Arven before being led out into the hall. Miriam watched them go before turning to Arven with a frown.
“So, what’s this about eating too much food?”
Arven blushed and looked at the ceiling. “I…ordered a bunch of junk and ate it all last night. That’s pretty much it.”
“So, this isn’t any crazy stomach bug or anything or a hangover? Just a case of overeating that made you puke in class, which freaked out Rea and caused her to puke too?”
“Yeah.” Miriam had walked over to check his temperature and heartbeat before sighing. Searching his face as if he was hiding something, she crossed her arms with pursed lips. “I feel alright now that I’ve puked everything up. Just tired and clammy, that’s it.”
“Well, I believe you. I’m just trying to grasp why would you eat that much in the first place.”
Arven gave a nervous grin.
“You know, I have to note this in your file, Arven.” Miriam leaned against the wall as the boy looked at her with a pathetically stressed look. “Overeating is pretty out of character for you.”
“Yeah, I know, but is it really necessary? I don’t plan to do it ever again. I just embarrassed myself in front of my entire math class. I don’t think I wanna touch any food for a while now.”
“Swearing off eating isn’t any better than an overnight binge.” Miriam sighed. “Are you still having a hard time coping?”
Arven grimaced and shrugged. “No. I’ve been fine and staying bathed and stuff, I just wanted to eat and ate a bunch because it felt good...”
Miriam was eyeing him. “Mmmhm. That’s definitely what someone who’s ‘coping well’ does…”
“It’s not anything about my dad. Miriam, I just got really high last night and got super hungry. I’m fine.” Arven shut his eyes tightly, waiting for the scolding. There was a deafening silence as Miriam rolled in her chair to her computer to type. “I-I’m not gonna get suspended for smoking, right?”
“No, not at all. You aren’t the only student who does it. But I still have to put it in your file since you admitted that to me. It is a drug, legal or not.”
“Fuck.” Arven facepalmed.
“No, it’s good. I’m glad you were willing to be honest than have me worried out of my mind about your health.” Miram chuckled, turning to look at him. “I won’t press you on how you’ve gotten your hands on anything, but I do need to know how often you do it.”
Arven gave her a look and sighed. “Like, a few times a day I think. I don’t know. Mostly at night.”
Miriam nodded, typing. “Okay. So would you say you’re using it as a form of self-medication?”
Arven grimaced. Sure, when he first started to do it, he would just do it with Penny since she was. But after feeling how the highs relaxed him and lulled him to dreamless sleep, his usage had certainly increased.
“I don’t know. It helps me sleep or bring on an appetite after I forget to eat.”
“Hmm, okay.” Miriam finished typing to turn around. “Well, thank you for being honest with me. If you find yourself binge eating again, you need to come and see me about that. It can quickly turn into a vicious cycle that’s hard to get out of, whether induced from drugs or just from trying to process emotions.”
“Okay…” Arven looked to the ceiling. “Can I go to my dorm now?”
“Yeah, I’ll let you go. But you need to come see me again tomorrow for a follow-up. We’ll have to talk about your current medications now that I’ve been made aware of this.”
“How fun.” Arven sat up and stood up with a stretch. “Thanks, Miriam.”
“Mmhm. Just stay hydrated, alright? You can pick up your uniform tomorrow after it gets washed.” Miriam walked him to the door and opened it. “Take care, Arven.”
The boy nodded and headed off down the hall to his dorm.
After a boring couple of hours of lazing around in pajamas with Mabosstiff, Arven had grown restless. Watching his favorite cooking channel couldn’t keep him occupied enough with his whirling thoughts, causing the boy to sit up uncomfortably. Mabosstiff looked up at him with worried eyes, giving his hand a couple a licks before Arven reassured him with a head rub.
“I’m okay, buddy. I’m just gonna go check on Rea to see how she’s doing.”
The Boss Pokemon woofed before making himself comfortable on his bed.
Yawning, he threw on his silly pair of Scovillian themed slippers and headed out the door to descend the hall. He and Rea lived in the same building, albeit on separate floors due to gendering. Scratching his side, he approached her door and gave it a few knocks and waited.
After a few moments, he could hear footsteps approach it as it opened up. Looking down, Arven met eyes with his little Buddy. She was dressed in a Galarian Ponyta shirt and jogging pants; on her shoulder sat her ace, Pachirisu.
“Hey, buddy. Wanted to just check up on ya’.” Arven did a little wave before Rea nodded inward to lead him in the room. He followed behind as she shut the door and looked at him. Her Pachirisu had jumped onto the counter to wag her tail, waiting for Arven’s typical pets. Unable to ignore her, Arven gave her a good scratch under the chin.
“Are you still sick?” She asked quickly.
Arven blinked before shaking his head. “No, it’s all out of my system now. I promise.”
Rea searched his face for a moment before sighing. “Okay.”
“I didn’t mean to freak you out in class. I’m really sorry.” Arven chuckled, taking a seat on her bed. On it laid her Daschbun who had got up to lick Arven’s cheek. Across from the bed sat her TV on a stand, playing what seemed like her favorite children’s cartoon featuring a talking Jolteon with its trainers. “I had no idea you were one of those people that blow chunks after seeing someone else do it.”
“I typically don’t.” Rea started, walking over to her fridge to open it up. “I always have mints on me that keeps my stomach okay. Or squeezing my fist keeps it down.” She pulled out a green can of soda and popped it open. “Or, I have a soda to burp it out.”
“Ah. I see you have a bit of a technique behind keeping you from making a fool out of yourself, then.”
Rea smirked as she took a sip. “Yes. But clearly, I failed at that today thanks to you.”
Arven scratched the back of his head with a blush. “Again, I’m sorry. I had a rough night.”
“Like, drinking?” Rea looked at him with raised eyebrows.
“No, not any drinking. I was fried and ate a bunch of food. Nothing processed overnight so it all came out during math.”
Rea covered her mouth and giggled. “Can I tell Penny?”
“I was gonna tell her myself, but I don’t care.” Arven sighed. “She’s gonna find out one way or another.”
Rea went and sat next to him as he scooted aside to give her room. Getting comfortable, Rea sat back and leaned against Arven as he rubbed the Daschbun’s back. He looked down at Rea with a smile. While the events of earlier were horribly embarrassing and gross, it really didn’t change much about their dynamic.
“Haven't you seen this episode already?” Arven asked, looking at the TV.
“Yes, like, forty times but I like it anyways.” Rea took another sip of her soda before placing it on the window sill. Near her pillow where Arven was sitting, her phone chirped a few times in a row. Arven sat back as Rea crawled over him to grab it.
“Emails?”
“No, just Nemona. She said you’re missing from your dorm. She has the pizza.”
“Did she seriously still get it?”
Rea smirked at him. “It must be good if she saw us puke and decided to still buy it for us.”
Arven pinched between his nose before a knock could be heard from the door, along with a muffled yell of Rea’s name. Getting up, Arven stomped to the door and swung it open to be met with Nemona and Penny standing there holding large triangle boxes in their hands.
“Hi my sickies! It’s feeding time!” Nemona squealed, holding up the triangle boxes. The boxes reeked of cheesy grease. Such a wonderful meal to give to people with unsettled tummies.
Penny eyed Arven with a grimace. “I hope you aren’t contagious.”
“Just come in already.” Arven rolled his eyes and walked back to Rea’s bed.
Nemona took a seat on the floor after greeting Rea’s Pokemon while Penny took a seat at the girl’s desk.
“So, I had Penny wait to eat so we could eat together.” Nemona started, handing Rea and Arven a box. “Like we would have if we all went to the restaurant together!”
“Nemona, I don’t know if I really wanna eat this right now.” Arven kept his box closed. “Nor do I think Rea wants to.”
“I told you, Nemona.” Penny snorted from the desk with a face full of cheese. “No one wants to eat cheese with an upset stomach.”
“Really? C’mon. It’s soooo good if you eat it fresh.” Nemona whined.
“It’s gonna come back up if I force it. Me and Rea will eat ours later. It’s alright if you two eat yours now.”
Looking defeated, Nemona looked down at the slice in her lap and sighed loudly. “Okaaay. I guess we can go when you guys are feeling better so you can have it nice and fresh. Whenever you reheat yours, put it in the oven instead of the microwave, okay?”
“You don’t need to tell a chef how to reheat his pizza.” Arven chuckled, standing up to place the pizza boxes on the counter.
“So, what even happened with you guys that made you blow chunks?” Penny mumbled through her pizza. “Nemona said you both just started puking out of nowhere.”
Arven looked at her with a stupid grin. “Was the weed you gave me something different than usual?”
“Uh, not that I was told. It made me hungrier but that’s it. Not like, fucked up or anything that’d make me throw up.” Penny licked her fingers clean of the tomato sauce. “I’ve been fine all day.”
“Well, last night I got so hungry that I ordered 6500 Poke worth of food and ate it in one sitting before passing out.”
Penny went bug eyed before sputtering into hysterical laughter. Nemona looked up from chewing on her pizza with wide eyes. “6500 Poke is a lot when it comes to buying food.” She noted.
“Yeah, so that’s why I was so sick. I don’t think I’ll ever do it again.” He sat back down next to Rea who was staring at him with stern eyes. Feeling sheepish, he looked away to Penny.
“Oh, man Arven. You’re a mess. I’m banning you from getting anything from me for the next two days.” She wiped her eye from a loose tear.
“Wait, no. Please don’t.” Arven cried. “How else am I gonna go to sleep?”
“You don’t have melatonin?” Nemona asked Arven.
“It doesn’t work for me. And the times it does, I wake up screaming. Same thing with all the teas and other crap that I’ve been suggested.”
“You should tell Miriam about that.” Nemona nibbled on her pizza crust. “She could probably have Fifi help you at night time if it’s come down to this.”
Grimacing, Arven shook his head. “I don’t need to be put to sleep by a Pokemon if smoking helps. Plus, Fifi is already assigned to help so many other students. I don’t want to hog up his time.” He fiddled with his pajama pants. “Miriam knows about me smoking now anyways and didn’t make a huge deal out of it. Just said we have to talk about my meds tomorrow.”
Penny nodded. “Well, that’s good at least. I can’t say relying solely on a smoke to sleep is any good in your case unless Miriam says so.”
Arven sighed. “Yeah, I guess.”
“So…why are we watching Jolty Speaks? Is this sorta like, matching the vibe going on?” Nemona glanced at the TV. “Because I don’t know if a talking Jolteon is any fitting for this sorta talk.”
“It’s just my favorite show. That’s all.” Rea grinned.
“Fair enough!” Nemona gave the girl a thumbs up. “You’ve got good taste as always, Rea.”
She smiled with a nod.
“Well, now that I know you guys are alright, I should probably head to my dorm and get this engineering work done for the League.” Penny stood up with a stretch. “Not to mention the essay for Raifort.”
“Raifort’s essay? Wait, when is that due?!” Nemona shot up to her feet.
“Uh…tonight. I told you like, ten times, Nemmy.” Penny eyed Nemona who’s hands shot to her hair.
“SHIT!” The lanky girl darted out the door, leaving Arven, Rea and Penny staring after her. They all gave each other a glance and giggled.
“I’ll text you guys before I head to bed. Talk to you dorks tomorrow.” Penny shot up a peace sign before heading out the door. After waving them goodbye, Arven relaxed on the bed and laid on Rea’s lap.
“Don’t you have homework to do too?” Rea looked down at him.
“Yeah, but…I can just ask for extensions. Do you have any?”
Rea shook her head. “I’ve been caught up with everything.”
“Aw, okay.” Arven stared at the TV for a moment before looking up at Rea. “Wanna come to my dorm tonight?”
Rea blinked before looking to the ceiling. “You don’t want to just stay over here?”
“Mabosstiff gets sad when I leave him alone. And I don’t want to do a double trip to pick him up and bring him down to your floor.”
“Fine.” Rea pouted. “ I’ll come over for Mabosstiff. And so I can make you do your homework.”
Arven grinned, sitting up. “Works for me.”
After getting to his dorm, Rea forced Arven to trudge through his piled up work, much to his disappointment. It was about 11PM when he finally got through his essay for Raifort, which drained the young man terribly. He flounced down on his bed with a loud sigh as Rea crawled next to him. On the floor, Mabosstiff and her Daschbun were snuggled up in a pile of fur.
“That wasn’t too bad, was it?”
“Awful.” He sighed. “I hate history.”
“How are you on the humanities track when you prefer math and science over history and english?”
“Because culinary is under the humanities track for some reason. That’s the only reason. ” He gave Rea a look as she giggled hysterically. “With how much you're giggling, you must be sleepy.”
“Very.” Rea wiped her eyes. “My meds make me really tired. I just wanted to make sure you caught up with your work...”
Smiling softly, Arven sat up and pulled back his blankets so Rea could crawl under them. He walked over to the light switch and hit it off before walking back to the bed to crawl in after her. After getting himself settled, Rea rested her head on his shoulder, placing her arm over his chest with a sigh. After shutting his eyes, Arven felt a sudden restlessness which left him staring at the ceiling.
“Are you okay?” Rea lifted her head slightly to look at him.
“I really can’t sleep without smoking.” He chuckled. “But Penny legit isn’t giving me weed.”
“Really? Arven…”
“Don’t worry about me.” He got up out of the bed before walking over to the kitchen. “I’m just gonna try to tire myself out.”
“Not by eating, I hope.”
Arven had already opened the fridge to pull out his slice of pizza. “Huh.”
“Arven!” Rea cried.
“But I’m hungry.” He whined, looking at Rea. “I’m just gonna eat this, buddy.”
Rea squinted at him through the dark before lying back down. “As long as it’s just that.”
He grinned before throwing it into his air fryer. After a few minutes of waiting, he pulled it out and chowed it down with ease. For it to have been shittily reheated, it was pretty damn good like Nemona said. He sighed in bliss at the cheesy goodness and leaned on the counter, contemplating what else he could eat.
“Arven?”
“I’m coming back. Don’t worry.” He sighed, trudging back over to the bed to lie down. Maybe after Rea passes out, could he continue his little scavenging.
“Did that help at all?” Rea readjusted her position to lie back on Arven.
“No.” He muttered. “Not at all. I’m…still hungry.”
“For any other night you don’t have weed, how else do you manage to get yourself to sleep?”
“I eat a bunch or jack off. Or I just don’t really sleep.” He covered his face with his arm.
“Huh. We really are alike in that sense then.” Rea giggled.
“Well, then you know how effective it can be. Can’t fault me for it.” He gave her a look.
“I guess.” She yawned before sitting up slightly. “I don’t want you staring at the ceiling while I get my beauty sleep.” She placed a hand on his belly before sliding it down to his abdomen. “And you’re not gonna knock yourself out with a food coma again either.”
Arven tensed at her wandering hand. “Are you sure? You look really worn out.”
“It’s fine.” Rea slipped her hand down into his pants and boxers. “I’ll feel bad if I wake up and you look miserable.”
“Alright. Well, if you insist.” Arven grinned as Rea took hold of his shaft. Gently, she began to jerk him off, resting her head on his chest as he did so. Arven simply relaxed, feeling himself grow hard in her hand with led her to picking up the speed.
Arven tried very hard to keep his whimpers muffled by covering his mouth with his arm, but Rea kept pulling his arm away to give him a kiss on the cheek and the neck. He wished he wasn’t so stupidly vocal when horny, but he really couldn’t help it. It didn’t take much to make him helplessly hump into Rea’s grip, feeling himself close to release.
“Jeez, hold on.” Rea let him go, leaving him groaning in disappointment. “Don’t finish yet.” She wriggled herself out of her jogging pants before climbing over Arven as he shifted himself out of his own pants and sat up. Rea took a seat on his lap, pulling him into a kiss before moving to his collarbone.
Breath hitching, Arven held her by the hips and began to grind against her underwear, unable to hold in his whines as he did so. With a few minutes of frantic dry humping, Arven finished, cumming into his underwear as he held Rea tight to him.
“Are you tired now?” Rea had asked as he caught his breath.
“Y-Yeah. I think so.” Arven sighed, opening his eyes to meet hers. “Best if I just make myself sleep while I’m still recouping.”
“Okay.” Rea got off his lap and lied down as Arven readjusted himself to his spot. “Goodnight.” She yawned, cuddling close to his chest.
“Goodnight, buddy.” He sighed, shutting his eyes and letting exhaustion wash over him.