💖💖Jalbert One Shots💖💖

Lockers

Hi, everybody!! This is a amazing request made by @SillyPetals
Also, I am aware that Albert has dyed his hair blond, but in my stories I am going to keep his hair the old hazel/brown color. Or I will have a whole chapter about dying his hair. I haven't decided yet! 🙃
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I groaned as I opened the door to my locker, hearing the bell ring. Everyone was already in their classes. Well, everyone except for me... leave it to Albert Aretz to be late for the third time in a week!

I sighed and set my math book and my notebook down on the cool metal. For my first class I had biology, then Spanish, then geometry, and then English. Not to mention all of my doubled-up classes and my extra credit classes! I can not afford to be late to any of those!

I turned and gave a yelp when I felt a strong hand take my shoulder and slam me against the locker I had just closed behind me. "What are you doing here?!" I looked up to see Jake- one of the guys that, obviously, didn't do anything but fail class and do drugs. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

"Just let me go. I don't have time for this..." I mumbled, putting my hand on his chest and attempting to push him away. My running into him wasn't anything new. Neither was the, almost, constant bullying and mental abuse.

"Don't run your mouth to me!" He snapped, pressing my shoulder against the lockers even harder, causing a small whimper to escape my lips.

"Dude, can't you just beat me up later?!" I argued with a quiet growl, as if he actually cared if I was late or not. He cocked an eyebrow and looked me up and down before rolling his eyes.

"You're such a faggot!!" He barked, making me jump back a little. "I mean, look at you!!" He was talking just loud enough to get a very vivid point across, but also made sure to stay quiet enough that nobody could hear us from their classrooms. Sure enough, he had done a great job at finding a good day to target me on. I was wearing a pastel blue polo, khakis with a pink lanyard attached to a belt loop, and my arm had two brackets rested upon them- one pastel pink and the other pastel purple.

"I said leave me alone!" I barked, my cheeks starting to burn as I attempted to get out of his clutch, which only seemed to tighten more with my constant squirming.

"Does it look like I care what you said?!" He challenges as he looked me up and down and gave a disgusted look. "God, you are such a faggot!" He said and scrunched his nose, a small whine escaping me. Yeah, I wasn't wearing the most feminine outfit ever, but there has been a time or two that I've been caught walking around this place in a skirt or wearing bows in my hair and stuff like that. "And you know what faggots get around here...?" He growled, grabbing my hands and pinning them to the locker above me.

"I, Uhm...?" I paused and looked off to the side as he stared me down. "A pass to go on to my very important college class?" I mumbled quietly, glancing up at him through my lashes. Jake simply rolled his eyes, pressing my shoulder against the lockers ever harder.

"No, you idiot!" He barked at me. "We give them just what they want..." he said with a low growl, using one of his hands to push my pants to my knees. I instantly felt my face begin to sting with a burning blush, trying to get my hands free.

"W-What?! You can't do that!!" I said, mighty helplessly. Within my squirming and frantic looking around.

"Watch me...!" He said with a low, kinda lewd, growl as he grabbed my shaft and began to pump me. I simply gasped and let his shoulders go, slamming my hands against the lockers and unintentionally leaning my head back. Leave it to me to get my very first hand-job from a guy that bullies me in the middle of our high school hallway.

He gave a smirk, keeping my back roughly pressed against the cold lockers. "Something wrong, slut~?!" He barked, me giving a small whine from the back of my throat. I tried to form a word but all that came out was small and helpless noises. He pressed his forehead against mine and moved so our lips were just hardly separated, though when I leaned to connect them he moved back, depriving my body of any affection I could get from him. Despite the situation I couldn't help but to melt against his touch, even if I knew it was the wrong thing to do and he'd never do the same to me.

I gave an accidental moan when he tightened his grip on my base and slowly began to stroke upwards. I hadn't noticed that my legs began to shake under me as I unintentionally wrapped my arms around the older boys neck, leaning my head back helplessly. "Fuck~!" I said, him pushing his free hand over my mouth to keep me quiet.

"You better shut the fuck up right now or me and the guys are gonna gangbang you...!" He barked, causing me to bow my head down low and pass him a few innocent glances. For a moment I could have sworn that I saw him blush, though it could have just been my imagination fueling my lust. As fast as it happened his blush disappeared and he was back to acting rough with me, pumping my cock quickly yet gently.

I hadn't realized how hard I was until I looked down, my shaft dripping with precum. I whined into his palm and went back to leaning my head against the cold locker, my curly and hazel hair being over my forehead. Between my pathetic whines of pleasure and my shaking legs, I couldn't help but to notice him giving more then a problematic smirk. Kinda an actual 'wow, this is adorable' smirk.

I began to breath deeply, reaching near my climax right before he let my throbbing shaft go and rolled his eyes. "See you in class, dork." He said with a sideways smile. "Maybe at my house later, too." He told, turning and walking to the office as I scrambled to get my clothes back on, shaking lightly in confusion, though also lust...