Jacq semi-st*ffing minific

I will not name things properly ever. I had the desire to write SOMETHING, ANYTHING, and remembered I very much love Jacq from scarlet and violet. Once again my writing is less fetish foremost and seems to be an afterthought, but. Enjoy either way. I spent like an hour tops on this 😂

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Jacq was a busy body. Legally. Despite the majority of his work being due to the fact that he was a school teacher, he always seemed to have a whole lot extra on his plate completely unrelated to his actual work.

He was the biology teacher, period, yet he often was found taking important phone calls for the school board, organizing school field trips, and even playing vice principal to Director Clavell. He wasn’t sure why, of all teachers, Clavell chose the most airheaded of them all. If anyone, he should have chosen Salvatore to be his mini director. The language arts teacher was practically the free spirit of the whole school with how much free time he had, but he was real good with his words. Jacq, on the other hand, was not. Not unless he was talking about something he was passionate about.

It was almost a relief to escape to his classroom after school hours, locking the door so he could get some of his class work done before he wound up empty handed for the following day’s lessons. Jacq collapsed into his rolling chair, fighting the urge to simply nap at his desk after a long afternoon of everything but biology. The last thing he needed was another well meant lashing from Clavell for not getting his work finished on time, so he grabbed the heavy pile of papers he was meant to grade and loudly plopped them onto his desk in front of him.

Grading papers was nightmarishly boring. He preferred working in the field with his class, but the school curriculum preferred otherwise. So, instead, he sat at his desk for far too long, giving himself the slowest whiplash possible as he looked back and forth between student work and the grading template.

Jacq was conscious enough to remember pausing his grading to dig for a plastic wrapped snack from his desk’s drawer. Snacking helped him focus, like chewing mint gum while studying for a test. But, obviously, he would much rather decimate a box of half price pastry bars instead. Needless to say, he was not paying enough attention to the rest of the box to remember eating many more.

That was, until there was a knock at his classroom door and he was snapped out of his work daze, suddenly aware of the sickeningly sweet film the little pastries left in his mouth. If he paid more attention to what he was eating, he’d probably splurge a bit more. But hey— the papers were just about done. And it was pitch black outside his windows.

The knock sounded again, and Jacq hurriedly clambered out of his seat to the door, unlocking it and coming face to face with the school's very own home economics teacher.

“You got to your work late today, huh?” Saguaro offered as Jacq let him in the room before closing it up again.

“Not of my own doing!” Jacq moaned, hurrying back over to his desk with Saguaro in tow to finish off the last of the papers. “Clavell had me until 6:30 working on exchange student sign offs.”

“I had all afternoon free, he could have had me do them.”

“He could have had anyone but me do them. I had no idea what I was doing half of the time!” Jacq complained, silencing himself for a moment to focus on a student’s answer. There was a rustle from beside him as Saguaro inspected the one lone wrapper that Jacq had forgotten to stuff back into the desk drawer it had originally come from.

“Have you eaten a single thing since Clavell dismissed you?” He asked in his usual dad tone. “Did you get dinner?”

“Uhhh- no, not since…” Jacq lifted his pen for a moment, thinking. “I mean, I ate something. But not dinner dinner.”

Saguaro was quiet for another moment, and Jacq stopped writing when he felt eyes burning his shoulder. He turned up to look guiltily at Saguaro, who was staring down at him.

“You’ve been snacking all night, haven’t you?”

“…Whaaat would make you say that?”

“Because you’ve done this before. You gorge yourself on cheap- not to mention unhealthy- snacks while face first in your work, instead of just calling me and letting me bring you something substantial!”

“I didn’t gorge myself!”

Saguaro moved to open the drawer that Jacq most definitely had stored all of the wrappers in (to throw away in his own administration dorm later), and Jacq quickly jutted his leg out straight to lock the drawer in place.

“Just… just let me finish grading this last quizlet. And then I’ll go eat a normal dinner.”

“As long as it’s me who gets to cook said ‘normal dinner’,” Saguaro said, and Jacq agreed (begrudgingly for Saguaro’s sake— it was like, what, 11:00? On a weekday!) then twisted back in his chair to hunch over the last paper. Saguaro sat himself at the closest student table behind Jacq, waiting patiently.

Once finished, Jacq flicked his little purple grading pen across the desk and patted the papers into an even stack. He stood stiffly, not having appreciated his time standing up to let Saguaro in like he should have, stretching his arms over his head and pacing over to where the home ec teacher sat.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Jacq gasped as Saguaro tugged him in closer, flipping the edge of his shirt upwards, exposing his most certainly not engorged belly. Except it totally was. Jacq didn’t want to admit it, because he really did want to eat a proper meal before succumbing to sleep, but he’d definitely clocked out while polishing off that box. It must have been a bigger box than usual, because as much as he tried to ignore the feeling, his stomach felt excruciatingly full and taught, and Saguaro’s massive hand feeling him up only made him that much more aware of it.

“You lied to me,” Saguaro said, but he didn’t sound disappointed. He just pressed his fingertips into the tight skin of Jacq’s belly, causing the biologist to whine at the feeling of the near indigestible mass of processed sugar churning away inside of him. He swiped his shirt back down with his hand to cover himself back up, unintentionally feeling the distension he’d accidentally created. Whoops.

“Okay, fine. Maybe I did! Maybe I lied. Maybe I unconsciously ate an entire box of crappy Little Delibird donut bars because they’re the only things that seem to keep me focused enough to finish the actual work I’m supposed to finish,” Jacq snapped, though his tone was playful in the end. Saguaro had moved his hand back a smidge for Jacq to pull his shirt back down, but he was quick to plant his hands back on Jacq’s stomach, distorting the horizontal stripes. It wasn’t the first time Saguaro had teased him like that, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“Hmm… I don’t know, Jacq. It doesn’t look like you’ve got enough room for more food. Let alone after you lied to me….”

“Yeah right, you’d take any opportunity to over feed me,” Jacq snickered, and Saguaro shrugged, standing up straight to head them off towards the administrator dorms.

“Are you offering said opportunity?”

“… I might be.”