#Student Body President AU

[theyluvjake]

our little secrets — lhs

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pt1 pt2 pt3 (make sure to read pt1 first if you havent!!)

Synopsis: cam boy heeseung. class president reader. the schools perfect student harbors a dirty secret, a dirty secret thats alot closer to her than she realizes. what happens when their paths cross? will they discover eachothers little secret?

MINORS DNI!

PAIRINGS - camboy!heeseung x innocent!reader

CONTENT - college au, smut & fluff with plot!! series, slow-burn, multiple chapters.

WORDCOUNT - 8k

WARNINGS - smut, this chapter doesn't have any sex (yet), just mutual / guided masturbation. caming, dirty talk, use of pet names (baby, doll, slut), praise & degradation, honestly hand kink. mentions of corruption kink. like last chapter, hee is a bit of a perv. but we like that <3

NOT PROOFREAD!

"ook.. so, what was that all about?" sunghoon sort of spoke underneath his breath. it was silent for a while amongst the group minus some of them taking sips of their drinks.

"she probably just... - had to pee! " sunoo blurtted out to fill the silence, only to make it fall silent again,

"ill go check on her-" yunjin was just about to turn to leave when heeseung stopped her.

"no, i can go check,"

his smile was soft and reassuring. yunjin was slightly taken aback as he volunteered, but her curiosity in whatever was going on with him and his new found interest in you, made her back down, silently agreeing by nodding her head.

maybe it was a bad friend mood sending a guy you didn't really know that well to check on you instead of her, but she just needed to see where it would go... y'know, for the plot.

heeseung swiftly made his way through the crowds of people heading straight to the guest bathroom,

*knocks* "um.. y/n are you okay?" fuck. wait what if its not even her in there?.. –

shit. why is he here?! the sound of his voice instantly sent your mind into a panicked spiral. - umm.. maybe i can just pretend im not in here and he will go away? yea! so you did, and you stayed silent.

"your friends just wanted to make sure you were okay... well and i wanted to talk to you."

he bit his lip, thinking he was probably just making whatever was going on worse. but he couldn't go back to the group without checking on you.

talk?? to me? why? this can't actually be happening right now. – y'know, maybe it's not him? maybe my thoughts are just all clouded... i'm just making up stuff..

— because there's no way. that would just be too insane.

you were full on in denial. it was unfortunately the only thing you realized you could do to get through the night. closing your eyes you took a deep breath before opening the door eyes instantly meeting the boys pretty doe eyed brown ones.

"um, sorry, yea i'm ok! just... had an eyelash in my eye.." you giggled nervously.

"ah, ok ok... i was worried it was something i said.." the corner of his lips tugged upwards as a small rush of relief washed over.

"is.. that what you wanted to talk to me about?"

"yea, well, and i wanted to still offer you that drink" he couldn't help but smirk as he noticed the light flush of pink painting your cheeks.

you paused for a second. "...well, the thing is i just don't really usually drink..."

"yea, and you usually don't go to parties." he chuckled.

he did make a good point. you didn't, so why would you draw the line at your new experiences now. one drink, that's all. it would be fine right?

"that's also true," you smiled, still feeling anxious, but now having a burning curiosity about him. "sure, i'll take one drink"

he nodded satisfied and before you could register anything, his hand moved to your lower back ever so slightly, just to guide the two of you back towards the kitchen.

the simple feeling of his hand just barely grazing, hovering, over your back was sending waves of electricity through your body.

"so, class prez, what are you doing out at a college party tonight?"

"oh.. um, well it was sort of yunjin and sunoo's idea. i wasn't super on board but... i was curious since i'd never been before."

"ah, i see. i was surprised to see you here." he chuckled, "well, i think everyone was" -

you were about to respond when his voice continued on,

"pleasant surprise though," he said ever-so casually.

you gulped down the knot in your throat and tried to steady your racing heartbeat, but thankfully, before you knew it, you reached the kitchen.

you nervously leaned against the counter while he poured the two of you some drinks before he went to pass you the cup. you hadn't yet looked down, hand reaching for the cup, "thank yo-" then you saw it. his hand.

his awfully familiar, perfectly veiny hand, that just so happened to have 2 identical silver rings on the exact fingers gamer.lhee also frequently had ones on.

you couldn't even finish your sentence before you mumbled something along the lines of 'you had to go', before embarrassingly turning around and completely sprinting away from him.

not long after your disappearing act with heeseung you stayed on the other side of the house, hidden behind yunjin and sunoo, before you managed to make a good enough excuse to leave.

—

after you had gotten home that night, you refused to even look at his page. although that was all your mind wanted to do, to end the burning question and just try and confirm or not confirm that it was him. but you couldn't. not when it felt so possible. not when you knew you had to be in class with him tomorrow.

you attempted to get as good of a night's rest as you could. but it wasn't much, not when you basically got home at 1 am, and weren't able to shut your brain off until around 3 before you could sleep. leaving you with approximately only 5 hours of sleep the next day.

in the morning, you got ready for class, your usual almost uniform-like attire. you just prayed you'd be able to make it through the day without anyone asking about you at the party last night. and above all, not running into heeseung.

you were so embarrassed, you honestly had no clue what you would be able to say to him. it's not like the two of you interacted much, anyways. so why would it be different? yea! it will be fine!

besides before the conversation you two had at the party, you weren't even aware you shared the same literature and physics class, meaning he probably typically sat far across the room from the spot you always sat in. so in theory, all you had to do was try and focus and not think about whether you could feel his eyes lingering on you or not.

however you did not plan for what you saw when you walked into your literature class. lee heeseung, already there, sitting in your chair. sure, there wasn't technically, 'assigned seats' but everyone in the class knew, you sat in that spot every single class.

karma. you weren't sure what for, but this had to be some kind of cruel form of karma. you stood in the doorway for a little too long, to where students now had to nudge past you to get inside the classroom. you were just trying to think of any possible way out of this interaction. but you couldn't avoid him forever. you took a deep breath, fully aware your cheeks had definitely started to turn pink, before walking over to your seat.

heeseung instantly looked up at you with a smirk painting his face, "what? i just figured I'd see how the class president's view of the classroom looks." he shrugged.

"well... now that you've tested it out, could i possibly have my seat back?"

"i don't know... now that i've tried it out, i realized how nice the view is... plus, i'm not doing that great in this class, i think maybe sitting closer will help me with my notes~"

"but-"

"well the seat right next to me is open, you should sit there. you don't mind if i just have yours for the day, right?"

he still wore the same playful smirk on his face, only leading to your face heating up more by the second. you briefly took a look around, at the room, and then the clock. noticing how it was only a couple minutes until the class was starting, and pretty much every empty seat had already filled except for the one next to heeseung.

you sighed and set your books down on the desk, and reluctantly took a seat next to him. before you could even appreciate the shared silence between you two for not even a minute,

"y'know, i didn't really expect you to be the type to ghost a guy mid-sentence."

you gulped and tried to come up with some better excuse but you had nothing.

"yea... um i'm really sorry about that, i don't usually do that or anything.."

he raised his eyebrows curious as to the actual reason to why you ran off, but he didn't push further, instead he chose to use it to tease you.

he chuckled lightly, "don't worry about it, you looked cute running away from me"

he said so matter-of-factly that your jaw almost dropped before you heard the professor speaking, causing the class to finally silence.

"ok class, everyone phones away"

the rest of class, you could barely focus. which was completely unlike you. you couldn't stop thinking about the words.. "pretty", "cute" replaying on loop in your head. as much as you wanted to just pay attention, you couldn't, not when he was only a couple feet away from you.

he easily took note of it too. subtly glancing over at your dazed, flustered expression throughout the entire class.

thankfully, the rest of the class no other words were exchanged. no more teasing or flirty remarks, you finally felt a bit of relief like that was the worst of what would come out of today. but heeseung, he had other plans, he was just starting. this was only your first of three shared classes of the day and his main goal was just to get your attention in every single one.

your next class, you got a break. and then it was on to the two last classes of the day, both of which you shared. economics, and physics.

when you got to your economics class, you took a look around, noticing he wasn't there yet. you quickly took your seat in your usual spot before yunjin joined on your left side.

"ugh, i am so tired," she whined to you,

"tell me about it..." you muttered underneath your breath. the class slowly filled as you chatted with your best friend for the remaining time before the class started. getting so distracted you forgot about heeseung. it wasn't until a little while into class, you heard a familiar voice whispering in your ear. your eyes went wide.

"hey, what page were we on again?"

heeseung. you had been so distracted you failed to even notice heeseung had came in and sat directly behind you.

you carefully turned your head just a little before realizing how close his face was to yours. "um-.. it's 32" you quickly whispered directing your attention back to the front of the room.

"thanks, pretty" he winked before leaning back into his own chair, smiling satisfied.

the heat instantly rose to your face upon hearing the familiar nickname again. the same one that ignited a visceral reaction within you that night at the party, due to the familiarity of the tone, the voice.

the remainder of the class, he continued making up excuses to teasingly lean over, whispering into your ear and your best friend was nothing short of intrigued.

as soon as the professor turned away from the class his lips were practically pressed up against your ear and you felt like you were going insane.

"hey, i missed that part, could i take a quick look at your notes?" he hummed quietly, face so close to yours you could feel his hot breath fanning your ear.

"s-sure, just.. quick" you muttered quietly afraid of being caught speaking while your professor was still mid-lecture.

you carefully passed your notebook over your shoulder, his hands taking it from yours, purposely brushing his fingers over yours in the process. - anxiously tapping the floor with your foot, waiting for him to give it back to you.

"are you almost done?" you slightly leaned to the side, whispering, as the professor had turned around and continued speaking, and you were anxious to have your notebook returned.

"yea, you want it back?" the boy smirked, not that you could see, but you could feel it through the smugness in his voice.

"say please~."

he cannot be serious. "what..?"

"just say please"

you sighed, ignoring the hammering of your heart against your chest.

"please?" you whispered, looking straight forward. but it was more than enough. right as the professor turned away for a brief second, he leaned over enough to place your notebook back onto your desk.

looking down, you quickly made yourself busy, continuing to take notes and try to stuff down all the emotions flowing through your body. that's when you noticed a tiny note written in the corner of your paper.

you look cute when you're blushing. ;)

and just like that you were sure your face was now completely red.

"hey are you okay?" yunjin leaned over noticing how red you were.

"yeah, i'm just hot.. it's a little hot in here" you muttered before removing your sweater.

thankfully the class was nearing the end, finally. as soon as the class was dismissed you quickly packed up your bag and grabbed yunjin's hand rushing the both of you out of the classroom.

"so... what the hell was heeseung doing all up in your space the whole class??"

"i don't know!"

"oh my god, that's why your face was red! you were blushing! do you have a crush on him?? since when?!"

"shut up!" you whispered trying to keep her from practically yelling about this in the hallway. "no! i don't, so since never."

"okayy well can't say the same for him..~" she giggled and you hit her arm.

"shut up. you're imagining stuff." you huffed before the both of you made it into your physics classroom.

this time you were determined to make sure he couldn't sit near you. quickly hopping into the seat next to jake and instructing yunjin to sit on your other side, before you also waved sunoo over, who had just come walking in the door to sit behind you. a sigh of relief left your mouth, seeing how all the seats in your close proximity had already been filled.

you hadn't even noticed heeseung walking in, and taking the seat across from yunjin.

"hey y/n!" jake smiled at you and your gaze lifted greeting him back with a friendly smile.

"hey jake!" - "how was the party last night? everyone was surprised to see you there, did you have fun?"

"oh yea, it was fun.. i guess, - not exactly my thing though." you chuckled quietly before continuing your friendly chit-chat with jake before the class eventually came to a start.

jake was easy to talk to. you two weren't exactly close, but closer than you and heeseung. jake was really good at physics. everyone knew that, so there were a few times he helped you out by offering a few quick study sessions after school at the library. so naturally the two of you did talk when it came to this class.

thankfully, the rest of this class went by smoothly. it was just about nearing the end before the professor announced you would be doing a partner assignment.

"so, pick someone to pair up with. this will be due next week, so please make sure to schedule some time outside of class to work on this with your partner. once you have chosen, before you leave today, just come write down your partnership!"

before you could think,

"hey, do you wanna be partners?" jake smiled, turning to you. and you almost sighed in relief. though yunjin, who had also turned to you, rolled her eyes.

"sure! honestly, i could use some extra help with this unit.. " you smiled to him before the two of you walked to the front of the class to write your names down.

none of which went un-noticed by heeseung. practically burning holes into his friends back. before he could stare any longer he got a backup plan in mind, turning to your best friend just before she had turned to sunoo. "hey, yunjin, do you wanna be partners?"

she was caught off guard at first but then she put 2 and 2 together figuring this was some effort to still get close to you. "sure" she smiled and sunoo rolled his eyes dramatically.

"ugh, i hate you both, you are both the worst." he pouted before turning to sunghoon, "sunghoon, do you have a partner?"

the boy pushed up his glasses before looking up "uh, no?"

"ok, now you do, come on," he said giving him almost no room to even argue before they both walked up to the front together as well.

after all of you had written down your partnerships you all exited the lecture hall agreeing to go to the library so you guys could plan what days you needed to get together to work on the assignment.

"y'know, why don't we all just get together at our house and we can all work together? heeseung was quick to suggest as soon as you all sat down.

"don't the three of you also share a dorm already?" he asked pointing to you yunjin and sunoo to which you all nodded.

"so, since jake, sunghoon, and i share a place and ours is bigger than a dorm, we should all just meet up together there." all of you looked around to see what everyone thought, and it was quickly agreed upon that that was a good idea.

not that you agreed necessarily, but you were quickly outnumbered, on top of that yunjin's enthusiasm was utterly confusing. you all agreed to meet up on friday to work on the assignment. all of you exchanging numbers before going on your separate ways.

—

the next few days rolled around and heeseung seemed to have let down on his teasing for a little bit, and thank god. because you were already stressed about friday the rest of the week. then, thursday came around. your phone dinged as you lay in your bed rolling around on your phone, seeing the notification pop up,

gamer.lhee is live now!

you hadn't even been on his page since the party last sunday. but you couldn't even deny how much you missed it without more time to think, you joined the stream.

you sat up feeling the heat rising to your face, he was fully clothed, the angle just showing his lap and his hands fidgeting with his rings while he chatted with those on the stream.

blushy.baby has entered the chat

"hi blushy.baby, welcome in~" he chuckled to himself, reading the username. oddly or maybe not, it reminded him of you. "cute username, reminded me of someone,"

who??

maybe he has a girlfriend?

maybe a crush?

the comments started rolling in, causing him to chuckle a bit more. "no, i don't have a girlfriend," he clarified, but carefully neglected the ones regarding if he had a crush or not. causing you to try and swallow the lump in your throat. intently watching between the screen and the chat room.

"blushy baby, joins but never talks~ is it because you're shy and blushy~?"

you felt the air get caught in your throat, hearing him single out your username. making your head spin, could he... know? fuck. no! i mean, it's probably not even lee heeseung. like you said, there's no way.

"it's okay, it's cute, i have a thing for cute shy girls." he hummed

blushy.baby: really?

"yes, something about.. about them, i don't know,.. maybe i have a corruption kink." he chuckled darkly before trailing off again ", proud of you for finally commenting something, baby. keep it up, yeah?"

and just like that you carefully squeezed your thighs together. fuck. it wasn't until now, when the comments were so direct, so personal, that you realized how much you loved hearing praises from him. if there was any way to keep you commenting, this was it.

blushy.baby: i will if you keep talking to me like that...

"oh yea?, you like being praised baby, hm? "

"- i was wondering what i should do for today's stream... maybe we can do some praising. maybe some guided masturbation? what do you pretty dolls think?"

the chat instantly sped up with enthusiasm and he chuckled at the eagerness.

"you're gonna be good for me, right?" he hummed his hand lightly grazing over his crotch area where you should start to see the outline of his boner growing.

"alright, now be a good girl for me and take off your pants first hm? dont worry ill follow along." he said as he carefully lifted his hips up in his chair before pulling down his pants leaving him in just his boxer briefs.

like you were put under some sort of trance, you set your phone down against your pillow before lifting your own hips and pulling down your pajama shorts leaving you in just your underwear.

"thats it, just like that," he hummed satisfied, and it almost felt like he could see you. like it was just you and him.

"okay, now leave your panties on, just touch outside for me, hm? just like this" his hand slowly started to stroke the outline of his hardened cock through the strained fabric of his boxers.

and you did the same, slipping your hand down cupping yourself, feeling the moistened material of your underwear clinging to your skin already. letting out a small helpless mutter.

"you're already wet for me arent you? dirty slut."

the sudden use of such degrading words, mixed with his still soft tone, and praises l make your hips shudder. you liked that too... really liked it.

"its ok though, b',cus you're my pretty little slut~, aren't you?" he cooed before letting a small deep chuckle breathe past his lips. he continued, painstakingly slowly stroking himself, the wet patch from his pre-cum leaking out now evident, only soaking you more as you stared at the screen and continued to palm yourself.

"ok lets get rid of these now too, they are in the way." he lifted his hips again just enough to slowly pull down his boxers simultaneously also pulling his shirt over his head. letting his big, stiff and hardened cock hit his stomach as it sprang out.

"look what you do to me.." he grabbed himself in his hand making sure the camera got a good angle of his angry red tip, leaking of pre-cum. "wish i could see what i do to you..." he hummed slowly starting to stroke himself.

on the other side of the screen you were practically drooling just at the sight. your hips needily rutting against your hand. before you too removed the last remaining of your clothes.

"go on, touch yourself." his voice was low and demanding. and it didn't take long for your fingers to slowly start circling your clit.

"mm, thats it baby" he hummed. "now, i want you to imagine its my fingers ok? not yours, mine touching you."

you gulped and closed your eyes doing just as he said and the second you let your imagination roam the better it felt. imagining what his large hands, long fingers would feel like all over you. having the precision that you lacked deeply.

"good girl." - "faster."

at this point, you could barely suppress the whines leaving your mouth, but fearing your roommates would hear you, you turned your head to the side muffling the sounds into the pillow as best you could.

"fuck, i wish i was inside you right now. wanna fuck your tight little cunt." he moaned lowly. and little did you know, the entire time he was thinking about you. about fucking you.

the dirtiness of the words made your brain start to feel weird and fuzzy. your pussy fluttered clenching helplessly around nothing. not even your fingers because still, you had yet to venture into doing anything other than stimulating your clit.

"fuck. im gonna cum. you wanna cum for me, hm baby?" his hand sped up the squelching sounds from the way he was fucking himself into his hand were pounding in your earbuds.

you mindlessly nodded your head as if he could see you, feeling the knot in your stomach building, you were so close.

"lets cum together, yeah? i wanna cum inside you." the sheer thought of that alone sent you flying over the edge the second the words left his lips.

and just like that he started to reach his high as well. imagining what it would feel like to stuff you full. "oh fuck, yes, im coming.." his moans got louder and you continued to rub messy circles on your clit as you rode out your high, your legs and hips shaking and squirming beneath your own touch.

your eyes fluttered open as you slowly started coming down from your immense high. seeing the lewd image on the screen, hee's hand still wrapped around his cock, messy, with cum dripping down everywhere.

"good girl, you did so good for me, pretty." he hummed sweetly. and in that moment you heard it again. not gamer.lhee, lee heeseung. 'pretty'.

it was him.

the sound rang in your ears all you could think about was what it would actually be like to actually be on the receiving end of those words. not through a screen. not to the thousands of others watching him. but to you and only you.

not long after that, the stream ended. leaving you with a world-wind of emotions. but it was already so late. you didn't have time or honestly even the capacity in your brain after all of that to think. you carefully cleaned yourself up before getting back into your bed and passing out almost immediately from exhaustion.

how the fuck. where you going to face him tomorrow.

—

the next morning when you finally woke up, you felt so nervous about the day that you felt physically sick. after the stream last night, it only strengthened your theory on whether or not gamer.lhee was lee heeseung.

you were almost sure of it. and there was no way you could face him today. but yet, you had to.

situation being what it is, you devised a plan, well. kinda. the plan basically entailed ignoring heeseungs presence at all costs. just focus on the project and jake. easy enough, right?

after the day of classes went by, you and your two best friends returned to your shared dorm to get ready before heading over to the boy's house.

"ok, what should we wear?" yunjin spoke almost excitedly as if you were going out to hang out with friends, not work on some boring assignment.

"um... i was gonna wear sweats? what is that not appropriate study attire?" you asked as you walked together through the dorm,

"no that's perfectly appropriate! that's what i was gonna wear too!" sunoo was quick to reassure you only to receive an elbow in the side from yunjin. "OW! what was that-" he rolled his eyes and clutched his side dramatically while giving him a face before continuing with you.

"like sweatshirt and sweatpants?"

"yes?"

"no."

"no?"

"no. how about sweats and a cropped baby tee? still cute but comfy!"

"what is up with you?? why do you care what i wear to work on a school project??" you quickly nipped back at her, unlike your usual demnor, but you were getting slightly irritated, confused as to what the reason for all of this was.

"ok seriously? y/n. heeseung has literally been flirting with you ever since the party, are you that clueless?? i saw all of it in class. plus pretty much all of his friends were eating you with their stares as well. and well, they are all hot. this is your chance!!"

"my chance for what exactly?" you questioned noticing the sudden warmth that had risen to your cheeks. quickly turning away as both of them followed into your room.

"like i don't know, a boyfriend, a sex friend? so many possibilities.." she giggled but not in the way that she was joking, in the way that she was completely and utterly serious. "and that means you admit it right? he was flirting with you!"

"you're crazy. and i don't know! ok! i don't know what's going on with him lately, he's being weird." you obviously were trying to deflect because you obviously couldn't believe let alone admit any of this yet.

"just trust me ok, ill be the best wing-woman, just let me help." she pleaded.

"no, not tonight i need to focus, i need to get a good grade on this project."

yunjin sighed dramatically. "ugh. fine, but you are wearing what i said. i won't interject anything, but the outfit I'm just gonna test a theory ok?"

"whatever.." you finally gave in, just hoping it would make her shut up, and it did. for now at least.

the three of you all got ready which didn't entail all that much since you were already coming from class. you changed into a pair of low-rise baggy grey sweats that pooled at your ankles and paired it with a basic white baby tee that was practically skin tight, just slightly cropped showing the tiniest bit of your stomach. leaving your hair down you fixed your already practically perfect curls, before touching up your flawless makeup.

"you guys ready?" you walked out into the living room finding sunoo, yunjin not far behind.

"yup!"

by the time you guys arrived at the boy's shared house, it was around 4:30pm. yunjin carefully knocked on the door and you anxiously shifted on your feet fidgeting with your school bag before the door was answered. it was jake. you sighed a little in relief.

"hey guys! come on in!" the fluffy-haired boy smiled and the three of you entered into the shared home.

"the guys are in the living room, it's pretty big so we figured we could all just work in there or if it's too loud we can split up around the house, i don't know whatever you guys think works we are cool with!"

jake smiled before leading you all to the living room, not before he got a nice look at you though. he hadn't really taken the time to notice how pretty you were. not until the party when everyone saw you outside of your school persona. but seeing you in his house, in daylight, in casual clothes you looked adorable.

once you reached the living room everyone started to greet each other slowly taking seats around. but as soon as you stepped foot in there you could feel a particularly heavy gaze set on you. heeseung.

you didn't even look at him but you knew it was him. and it was. he didn't even hold back the small lip bite as his eyes drank in your figure from top to bottom only to be brought back to reality when your best friend stepped in front of him.

there was a few other figures lingering around as well. it was jay and jungwon. i guess they didn't need a reason, this is their house but it felt a little strange before the two of them talked. just chatting and letting everyone know they were around if anyone needed help finding anything or food. it was clear though to most that they were just curious, as to what was going on, and more so who was in their house right now.

after everyone got sort of settled in different areas of the room, you and jake took a spot in the corner with some pillows on the floor and spread out your notes and textbooks. "so, did you look over any of the requirements yet?" jake spoke softly,

"oh, uh, no... not yet sorry.." your tone was quickly guilt-ridden and worried before jake was quick to reassure you.

"no, no problem at all, i already did so you didn't have to." he smiled, getting out the instructions given by your professor. "ill just give you a small run-down, and then we can work together on the rest, sound good?" you nodded.

"oh and let me know if im going too fast or you don't understand something, not that you won't... you are like the top student of the school. but just in case y'know,... i know physics isn't your favorite, so honestly, i don't mind doing most of the work!" he smiled reassuringly and for some reason it almost made you blush. you weren't sure exactly why, maybe because you two were finally in such close proximity alone together.

either way, what you hadn't noticed was how heeseung noticed. everything. his jaw was clenched starting holes into jake and you before yunjin brought him back to reality.

"ok, heeseung, could you stop eye-fucking y/n for at least like 5 seconds?"

"what?" heeseung looked back at her barely even acknowledging what she said.

"i agreed to be your partner, god knows why because i know you actually suck at this class, so come on please lets just get something done."

"oh yea... sure, sorry.." he sighed and redirected his focus to the papers infront of him.

about and hour and a half went by and everyone kept to themselves, or moreso, their partnerships. trying to get as much done as possible, before inevitably needing some sort of break.

"my brain hurts..." you whined slightly rubbing your temples. earning a small chuckle from jake.

"we make a pretty good team though, huh? look were almost done in one day!" he gestured down at your work proudly and heeseung overheard the whole thing, getting irritated he walked over to the two of you.

"hey y/n you okay?" your heart dropped hearing the framilar voice, slowly looking up to meet his face.

"oh yea... im fine" you muttered and jake looked up confused as well at the boys sudden approach.

"i just saw you rubbing your head, does it hurt? i have some tylenol if you need some,"

"oh shit, does it? i thought you were just joking around, let me go get some-" jake quickly went to stand up,

"no no!! im fine seriously, i think i just need some water and a snack or something, thats all!"

"say less," jake smiled getting up before offering his hand to help you off the ground aswell, earning a heavy eyeroll from heeseung.

"come on ill show you where we keep the best snacks" he smiled and gently brushed his hand across your lower back guiding you to the kitchen with him. a framilar feeling from when heeseung did the same exact thing to you at the party.

which heeseung instantly noticed and pissed him off even further.

"snacks? hell yea fuck this " sunghoon instantly stood up and so did the others everyone gravitating towards the kitchen for a small snack break.

heeseung followed closely behind the two of you, before he stopped biting his tongue, and decided he had enough of jakes hands on you.

heeseung swiftly came up behind jake,

"hey sim, pretty sure this project doesnt require such a hands-on approach." he glared before turning his direction towards you. jake just looked at his friend confused at the sudden passive aggressive comment.

"you good? you don't need jake to babysit you, right?" heeseung stepped between the two of you creating enough space between the two of you for his comfort. grabbing you a bottle of water from the fridge. "here, and let me know if your head gets worse and you need the tylenol, hm?"

heeseungs sudden attentiveness had your heart racing and your stomach fluttering. and the tension between him and jake was palpable now. you tried to make sure to maintain your composure (you weren't.)

because when you reached out to take the water bottle from his hand you instantly had flashbacks to last night. that hand, his hand, his voice, him. you nearly dropped it when the boy caught it and handed it to you again "careful there pretty, you sure you're okay? –" he leaned in subtly enough to where it wouldn't look suspicious. "or do i just make you nervous" he smirked quickly pulling back before casually taking a seat.

the others were all already sitting around the kitchen table, snacks in hand chatting and eating. You took a seat in the only empty chair, almost as if it was intentional, the only seat open was between both jake and heeseung. You reluctantly sat down anxiously sipping on your water, almost completely silent as the rest of the group chatted among themselves.

"wait, guys i have an idea.." yunjin suddenly speaks up and the misciclanious chatter quiets. "lets play a game... y'know, as a break while were here, - how about truth or dare?"

everyone looks around but it doesnt take but a couple seconds for everyone to agree. partially because all of you were so bored, but mostly because it gave everyone an excuse to procrastinate for a little while longer.

"i'm down" jake and sunghoon immediately responded in which heeseung followed.

"can we play too?" jay and jungwon walked up hearing the commotion from the kitchen.

"the more the merrier!" sunoo clapped his hands excitedly and you almost let your whole head fall on the counter hoping it would hit hard enough to knock you out.

"who wants to go first?"

"ill go!" jungwon quickly volunteered

"ok, truth or dare jungwon?" yunjin asks sitting up on her elbows.

"truth"

"If you had to survive the zombie apocalypse with one person in this room, who would it be?"

jungwon sighed as he looked around thinking deeply about his answer.

"shit... i dont know i feel like im probably fucked with all of you to be honest but, maybe jay or jake? I know jay can fight, and well jake is studying in healthcare so he could probably help keep me alive.."

"yess sirr!" jake chuckled and posed proudly while jay laughed, nodding.

"ok sure, but don't make it seem like i just go around beating people up won..."

the rest of the group went back and forth between some light hearted and casual truths + dares. heeseung, casually pulled out his phone, opening his twitter and deciding to tweet an update to his account as he frequently would. but it was weird,

at the exact same time he tweeted, your phone which was upside-down next to your arm buzzed. weird.

i mean obviously everyone gets notifications, he shouldn't have thought that much of it, but the timing was so perfect. he decided to send another one, and surely enough, your phone buzzed again. his eyebrows immedialty raised. no fucking way.

gamer.lhee: ??

he tweeted a third time, just a random series of question marks and right on time, your phone buzzed, a third and fourth time. and there you were, completely oblivious as to what was happening. too busy listening to the others playing the game to even notice your phone buzzing on the table.

he really had no way to prove it but he had to try. and the fact you were all playing truth or dare made it even easier. he quickly set his phone down and re-focused his attention to the rest of the group.

"ok, heeseung, you haven't gone yet, truth or dare" yunjin smirks and you can only pray to god she doesn't say anything stupid, but you know her.

"truth"

"who in this room would you trust the most with a secret?"

perfect.

"y/n." heeseung quickly and casually responds, to which his best friend gasp offenedly.

"dude are you serious, in a room full of your best friends??" jake scofs

heeseung shrugs, "i don't know, something just tells me that y/n is really good at keeping secrets."

you immediately turned your head, feeling your heartbeat quicken, so fast that it had you debating if you would go into cardiac arrest. why... how.. why would he,,.. why would he say that??? he can't know. how would he know.

you just looked up at him flustered and confused and he just shrugged again keeping the same smug smirk on his face. "am i wrong?" he asked but this time quiet and directed at you.

"ok my turn to ask!" sunoo shouted excitedly, seeing that the questions and dares were starting to pick up in the heat.

"y/n, truth or dare?"

your eyes widened like a warning towards sunoo instantly. what best friends they are. you were practically begging him with your look to go easy on you but you knew he wasn't.

you rubbed your temples trying to gauge which choice would be less lethal. truth, right?

"truth, i guess.."

"ok, when was the last time you thought about kissing someone..." he pauses briefly before finishing the question, "- in this room?"

your face said everything.

"oh?" sunghoon raised his eyebrows curiously as pretty much everyone in the room, except for 3 people seemed surprised. yunjin, sunoo, and heeseung. who wore a smug smirk on his face.

"oh? so, recently then?" sunoo teases further only causing your face to redden even more.

jake quickly also turned his attention to you, although he didn't want to make you even more embarrassed, so he said nothing. just sat in silence wondering who it could be. feeling a slight twinge of jealousy.

"n-no.." your voice quickly betrayed you as your words stumbled out in a stutter. "i don't, i mean, - i haven't thought about,.. kissing, anyone! , ever!"

"you are literally such a bad lair." yunjin scofs

jake quickly noticed how red your face was, and whilst heeseung was relishing in your flustered state, jake quickly took it into his hands to help his partner out of the situation.

"ok my turn, no one has asked me yet!" jake says to the group eyes starting to re-direct to the boys.

"ok, truth or dare jake" jay quickly replies

"dare"

"do your best impression of one of us"

jake carefully looks around before his eyes locked on his target for a second. jake proceeds to sassily cross his arms and roll his eyes hard, before giving jay a nasty side eye. collectively everyone started laughing

"sunoo." the group almost said in unison, as they continued laughing at jakes sassy impression of sunoo.

"hey!" sunoo snapped back but he couldn't even argue as it was completely accurate.

"ok, seriously though this was fun, we should get back to working now though," jake says while others boo and sigh

"hey i never said we couldn't continue this another time?" the rest of the group agreed and everyone went back into their spots in the living room.

everyone slowly got back into working on their projects and jake could tell your mind was elsewhere, so he without asking took on most of the work finishing up the project.

"hey y/n? can i ask you something?"

you turned quickly meeting the boys gaze,

"sure, what is it?" he paused for a minute before he asked you quietly, wanting to make sure no one overheard.

"is there something going on between you and heeseung?"

you eyes widened taken aback by jakes question,

"no, why..?" you quickly responded

"oh, i dont know, it just kinda seems like theres something going on between the two of you lately..."

"theres not! well.." you paused as you thought back to the night of the party. maybe he already told the guys what happened?

"well?"

"did he ever tell any of you what happened at the party?"

jake raised his eyebrows and shook his head, "no, did something happen between you two at the party?"

"no! well sorta... i just, he offered me a drink and i said yes and then i sorta.... ran away.."

you looked down fidgeting with your fingers. honestly you found jake easy to open up too. he was someone who was easy to talk to and instantly made anyone feel comfortable in his presence. so it wasnt hard to be truthful with him. it felt nice honestly.

its not like you couldn't talk to your best friends, its just that, you knew as soon as you did it would make it real. because they would encourage you, and you weren't exactly sure if thats what you wanted yet. with jake, he just was there to listen.

"why? - i mean, whyd you run away?"

"honestly... i dont know" you lied. obviously you couldn't tell him the full truth. you couldn't tell anyone.

"hey, well, if you ever need someone to talk to know that im around" he smiled warmly before playfully reaching over and ruffling your hair.

"i know yunjin and sunoo are great but its obvious they aren't always the most subtle people..." jake chuckled to which you did as well.

"yea, tell me about it."

"im here to listen, and i promise anything you tell me ill keep to myself." he smiled and you could tell he was being genuine.

"thanks jake" you smiled back warmly

"hey, at least we got the project done! no one else seemed to finished today. i bet we will get a 100%" he smiled bumping your arm and heeseung took note of the giggles and closeness clenching his jaw.

"you like her, dont you?"

heeseung snapped his head back to yunjin,

"is it that obvious?"

"hm, not really, well to me yea, but i dont think anyone else has noticed."

heeseung sighed as he admitted his feelings for the first time ever.

"good luck with that, she hasnt dated anyone since like middle school."

"so are you gonna help me out or what?"

"eh, maybe,– maybe if we get a good grade on this assignment."

heeseung sighs like hes doomed bc he knows whatever grade the both of them got on the project would be purely based off if yunjin knew what she was doing, because he did not.

"you are such an idiot, why do you think i agreed to be your partner when she partnered up with jake? its obvious that was the only reason you even asked me. "

"thanks," he smiled

"yea yea, whatever, u should probably hurry up, looks like jake thinks he has some sort of a chance too," she said and both of them shifted their direction to the two of you.

heeseung clenching his jaw as he saw the way jakes hand brushed over your arm.

"does she like him?" he asked gaze still fixated on the both of you.

"no idea, she doesnt talk about any of that, shes always so focused on school i havent heard anything about her having a crush in years."

the conversation slowly simmered out and heeseung got another idea as he saw you finally open your phone. he quickly pulled up his twitter account before tweeting again

gamer.lhee: "you watching me, angel?"

your face immediately turned red seeing the notification, clicking on it and seeing the previous ones. that's when it clicked. the whole time your ringer had been on. he was testing you. he knows.

you quickly stood up and excused yourself to the bathroom, something that was seeming to become a habit now. heeseung followed behind before his arms cornered you against the hallway wall.

"heeseung, what are you-"

he leaned in, dangerously close, lips almost brushing against your ear.

"do you also get this flustered when you watch me at night too?"

- tbc.

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[carnalcrows]

DETENTION - GWINAM

pairing: yoon gwi nam x top male reader

synopsis: The real infection here is horniness pt.4 ( i am running out of caption ideas pls help me)

content warnings: 18+, semi-public sex (?), no apocalypse AU, dry humping, anal, reader is the school president

word count: 1.3k

The school hallways were mostly empty, save for the occasional echo of a rushed student or the muffled chatter from classrooms. But near the lockers, that peace was utterly destroyed by none other than Yoon Gwi-nam and his pack of glorified background characters—Jae-ho and Min-jae.

They had some poor kid cornered, Gwi-nam’s voice full of that cocky, drawling amusement as he pushed his victim up against the metal, making some smartass remark that had his minions laughing on cue.

You weren’t having it.

“Hey,” your voice cut through the noise, sharp and demanding, making all three freeze like deer caught in headlights.

Gwi-nam turned, eyes narrowing when he saw you. His posture didn’t change, but there was a flicker of something in his expression—annoyance, maybe? Resentment? Or just the instinctive urge to challenge anyone who thought they could talk down to him?

“What?” he drawled, turning slightly to face you, shoulders loose, cocky smirk already forming. “School president’s got somethin’ to say? Gonna give me a lecture?”

You exhaled slowly, stepping forward until you were right in front of him. He didn’t back up. Neither did you.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, voice steady. “What, picking on people makes you feel big?”

Gwi-nam’s expression twitched, but he didn’t lose that arrogant smirk. “Yeah, actually,” he said, tilting his head. “What, you wanna try it? Bet it’d look real funny seeing you act all tough.”

Jae-ho and Min-jae chuckled behind him, but you ignored them completely, eyes locked onto Gwi-nam’s.

You sighed, then—fast as a whip—grabbed him by the collar and slammed him back against the lockers. The metal rattled loudly, echoing down the hallway. Jae-ho and Min-jae immediately shut up, wide-eyed, but didn’t make a move to help their so-called leader.

Gwi-nam let out a sharp grunt, hands instinctively coming up to shove you away, but you were stronger than he expected. Your grip stayed firm, forearm pressing against his chest. His breath hitched for half a second—not in fear, but surprise. He hadn’t thought you had it in you.

You leaned in, dropping your voice. "You’re all talk, aren’t you?" Your breath was warm against his ear. "But I know what kind of guy you really are."

Gwi-nam tensed. "The hell’s that supposed to mean?" he hissed, voice just barely steady.

"You act tough, but the second someone stands up to you, you fold." You smirked, pressing him harder against the lockers. "Like right now."

His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring, but he didn’t have a comeback. His hands curled into fists, gripping the fabric of your blazer, but he didn’t push you off.

“Apologize,” you said.

Gwi-nam scoffed. “The fuck?”

You yanked his head back by his hair. His breath hitched audibly this time, neck arching slightly. His hands twitched where they gripped your blazer.

"Say. You’re. Sorry," you repeated, slow and firm.

For the first time, Gwi-nam hesitated. His pride and instincts were at war. He hated this—hated being told what to do, hated how you weren’t scared of him. And yet, his body wasn’t moving away.

Jae-ho and Min-jae looked so uncomfortable, shifting awkwardly like they didn’t know whether to intervene or run.

“Alright, fine,” Gwi-nam bit out, voice tight. His teeth were clenched like the words physically pained him. “I’m fucking sorry. Happy now, boss?"

You let out a soft hum, tilting your head as you let go of his hair. "See? That wasn’t so hard."

His glare was deadly, but he didn’t fight it.

You turned to the kid he’d been bullying. “Go,” you said. “You’re good.”

The kid didn’t need to be told twice. He practically bolted, sparing one last glance at Gwi-nam, then disappearing around the corner.

Min-jae awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, we’ll—uh—catch up with you later, man.”

Jae-ho gave Gwi-nam a look before mumbling something under his breath and following Min-jae down the hall, leaving the two of you alone.

The silence was heavy.

Gwi-nam rolled his jaw, flexing his hands before glaring at you. “Hope you feel real fucking proud of yourself,” he muttered.

You gave him a once-over, then grabbed his wrist.

“Hey—?!” He barely had time to react before you dragged him down the hall, pushing open the door to an empty classroom and shoving him inside.

The second the door clicked shut, he whirled on you. “What the hell is your prob—”

You had him against the wall before he could finish.

This time, the silence was different.

Gwi-nam’s breath was uneven, his head tilted back slightly against the wall as you crowded into his space. The tension was thick—but not the kind of tension that led to a fight. Not anymore.

You could see it in the way his lips parted slightly, the way his pupils had dilated just a little. He liked this—he just didn’t want to admit it.

"You like being put in your place, don’t you?" you murmured, watching the way his throat bobbed.

His jaw clenched. "Fuck off."

But he wasn’t pushing you away.

You tilted your head. “Then why aren’t you stopping me?”

He sucked in a breath, but still—no answer.

Your smirk widened. "Yeah. That’s what I thought."

And then you kissed him.

It was rough. You weren’t giving him a choice, and he wasn’t taking one. His mouth opened under yours before he could think better of it, teeth clashing, breath uneven.

It was sloppy—desperate, hot, full of the kind of tension that had been bubbling beneath the surface for months. His hands finally moved, gripping at your shirt, tugging you closer.

He growled against your mouth when you bit down on his lower lip, yanking at his hair again. His hips twitched forward before he could stop himself.

“Shit,” he mumbled, half against your lips, half under his breath.

You grinned. "You like this."

He didn’t answer.

But the way his breath came faster, the way his hips kept shifting ever so slightly against yours—yeah. You knew.

You ran a hand down his chest, slipping under the hem of his shirt just slightly. His skin was hot, muscles tensing under your touch.

His eyes fluttered shut for half a second—just long enough for you to grind against him, making him gasp.

"Fuck," he hissed, grip tightening on your clothes.

You chuckled against his lips, slow and deliberate as you rolled your hips against his again. He was panting now, forehead resting against yours, trying to keep himself together.

"Still wanna act all tough?" you murmured, dragging your lips down his jaw, then his neck.

His response was a low, strangled noise—half a growl, half a groan—as his fingers dug into your back.

—

Gwi-nam was a wreck.

His breath hitched, his fingers grasping at your blazer like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His usual arrogance, his defiance—it was gone. All that remained was the mess you’d turned him into, his body betraying him in ways he’d never let anyone else see.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear, your voice slow, teasing. "You think you’re tough now, huh?"

A choked noise left his throat—something between a whimper and a groan.

You rolled your hips again, drawing another desperate noise from him, and smirked. "I thought you wanted it rough, love. Can’t you take it?"

Gwi-nam’s grip tightened—not in control, but in surrender. His forehead thumped against your shoulder, his breathing ragged, his body reacting to the way your cock slipped in and out of his hole, hitting his sweet spot with almost every thrust.

"Shit, shit, shit—" His voice was nothing but a broken murmur now, his pride shattered under your hands.

You chuckled, enjoying this—enjoying him like this. "That’s what I thought."

And just when things were reaching their peak—when he was fully lost in you, when the only sounds in the room were his breathy moans and the way you were wrecking him—

click.

The door unlocked.

Neither of you moved.

Neither of you breathed.

The handle twitched like someone was testing it—but then, after a second, they hesitated.

You swore you heard a muttered, "Nope. Not dealing with that."

And then, silence.

You exhaled a laugh, barely even phased. "Guess they know better than to interrupt."

Gwi-nam groaned, burying his burning face into your shoulder. "Shut up."

You just smirked. "Make me."

This was going to be a long fucking day.

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[eye4katz]

I Think I Love You || Megan Skiendiel

Pairing: Megan Skiendiel x Female!Reader

Genre: fluff, high school au, grumpy!reader x sunshine!megan

Content Warning: mild language, sodani, marz (slight heh), hmm... nothing much. just fluff!!×*#**×#*!

Word Count: 3.2k

Synopsis: Following precise measurements, recipes, and rules has always been Y/N’s way of life. Love—specifically the romantic kind—is the last ingredient she wants in her already chaotic kitchen. But when someone throws a whole lot of sugar into her bowl, will she cover it up with something bitter to balance the taste? Or will she finally take a bite… and taste a cherry pie?

"Y/N! Thank you for bailing me out of the jail booth!" Sophia, the school's student body president, exclaimed as she stepped out of the booth.

The idea of the booth for the Valentine’s event actually came from Sophia herself, yet somehow, she ended up getting victimized by her own activity.

A jail booth is part of the Valentine's Day special held by the SBG—or Student Body Government—where you bring two people and "jail" them together until someone bails them out.

Sounds cute to be jailed with someone on the 14th of February, right?

Well, for Y/N, one of the senators… it wasn’t.

Y/N genuinely hated Valentine’s Day, mostly because of all the couples who made everything romantic. Hugging here, kissing there, was just wasn’t for her.

She’d never experienced being loved by someone, except by her friends and family, and she was sure she never would, not by some random stranger she met on a random ass day. That’s what she told herself, anyway.

She prioritized facts and logical explanations over feelings and emotions.

What can you say? She’s top of the class, after all.

"Bro, come on. You got trapped in your own booth." She scolded Sophia as she handed $2 to YoonChae, their junior senator, for the bail.

Sophia just laughed, holding up her wrist still cuffed from the activity. A shit-eating grin was plastered on her face like the love-drunk puppy she was.

"Come on, it was sooo worth it! Me and my crush got cuffed together for like 20 minutes!"

Y/N, the ever-bitter (and, well… logical) one, scowled. "Oh, you mean the Latina who never actually notices you in any of the activities you organize? Damn, right."

"Well, she noticed me just now." Sophia rolled her eyes, but she was clearly too giddy to care.

Y/N sighed, knowing she wouldn’t win this argument. Sophia was a debater, after all. No wonder.

"Call me if something happens again. If someone puts you in the jail booth—even if it’s with Avanzini—just tell them you’re the one organizing it, so you can’t."

Sophia murmured something, but Y/N was too drained from her job, which involved delivering love letters all over campus to even bother rebutting any further.

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Later, as the students ate lunch, Y/N and Sophia went to the student council lounge to take a break along with some other officer.

They sat at the long table—the same one where late-night meetings, prop-making sessions, and fueled debates had happened.

"It’s great to see Y/N participating in Cupid’s Day, no?" Manon, one of the senators, teased as she sipped on her lemonade.

Y/N couldn’t help but roll her eyes. "Please. I’m just here to help y’all." She plopped down beside the Swiss girl, pulling out her bento box.

"Let’s not tease her about it. She might go lovesick again," Sophia added while sliding into the seat beside Y/N.

Now Y/N was trapped between two yappers.

"Lovesick isn’t even a thing! You can’t get sick from friendship and stuff!" Y/N shot back, her voice tinged with playful annoyance.

That earned a good laugh from Sophia and Manon. Y/N’s face twisted into a playful scowl as her friends kept teasing her.

She huffed, trying to defend her point. "It’s not even a disease! What’s the diagnosis then—?"

"Bruh, come on!"

"Girl, you don’t need to be scientific about everything!"

Knowing Y/N, she got easily triggered by stuff that wasn’t logically correct. "Oh, whatever. Believe your delulu stuff, but don’t force me to listen to your yap."

Sophia and Manon just grinned. They both knew Y/N didn’t like nonsense talk, especially not from the Swiss senator who was overly talkative. But they also knew Y/N had a soft spot for them, so she was stuck listening anyway.

Before Y/N could prepare her next attack, Lara, another yapper of the governmen. stormed in. She left the door slightly ajar.

"Job done, bitches!" she announced, slamming down the tip box filled with cash from the Valentine’s booth.

Y/N sighed. Her patience was being tested, but she still loved these people anyway.

"Oh, by the way, I brought two people with me," Lara added casually.

Two heads peeked from behind the door. Two girls, shy and hesitant to come in.

Y/N’s brows furrowed, and Sophia and Manon exchanged confused looks. Their lounge was supposed to be exclusive for the student government officers.

"Why would you do that?" Y/N asked, her annoyance already stacking up.

"Well, I couldn’t just leave them alone!" Lara shrugged.

Poor Lara. She just couldn’t leave the girls—who, by the way, she’d only just met at the booth.

The Indian senator gestured for them to come in and get comfortable in the lounge.

"You can’t just let random students go in he—" Y/N started, but she was cut off by Sophia, who had just noticed her crush among the random students peeking inside.

"Hey! Come on, you can eat with us!" the president beamed, her shit-eating grin back in full force.

A curly-haired girl and a ginger stepped into the lounge, still adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings as they looked around.

Y/N scoffed at the unprofessional invitation, which only made the other senators snicker.

"The president already invited them. No more arguments can be used." Manon shrugged, flashing a grin.

Y/N just rolled her eyes, annoyed by the broken rules. She was so triggered she couldn’t even look at the two girls invading her so-called sanctuary.

She hated rule-breakers.

Lara helped the girls find seats. The blonde sat across from Sophia, the ginger across from Y/N, and Lara herself sat across from Manon.

They all started settling their lunches onto the table.

Sophia introduced herself to the girls, as if she wasn’t already campus-famous.

"I’m Sophia!" she said, reaching out her hand, well, specifically to Daniela.

Y/N sighed, clearly annoyed, as she looked away. "Girl... she already knows you," she muttered under her breath, already getting an allergic reaction to how Sophia acted like a puppy around the fierce Latina.

Daniela side-eyed Sophia but reluctantly shook her hand. "Hey, I’m Daniela Avanzini."

Even if Daniela’s face looked like she wanted to bite someone, Sophia could still see the dimples poking out as their hands met.

That just made the Filipina smile even more cheesily.

The ginger finally spoke out, waving both of her hands to the senators and the president.

"Hi! I'm Megan Skiendiel!"

Her smile came with whisker dimples that just added to her charm.

Manon and Megan continued to converse with each other, while Sophia was still busy admiring her favorite student—which, by the way, was Daniela. (simp alert!)

Y/N didn’t know what came over her, but she finally decided to look up at Megan as soon as she heard her voice. She could feel the ginger's energy radiating just by sitting across from her. Y/N’s thoughts ran a million miles away from the room, seeing things she shouldn’t, or mustn't, see.

What?

Vegan? Oh! Megan.

She… has whisker dimples.

This feels weird. It's irritating.

Ugh!

Maybe I feel this way 'cause she has bad energy.

Right, bad energ—

Y/N’s attention snapped back to reality when Manon clapped in front of her face.

"Stop intimidating Megan, you bitter bitch!" she exclaimed.

Megan, who was watching the whole interaction, chuckled to herself; though she couldn’t help but admit she was a little intimidated by the sudden glare, zone-out, or whatever Y/N just did.

Y/N just shook her head, looking away almost immediately.

She swore she saw pink swirls around Megan!

Pink swirls = bad energy. She mentally noted.

After a few chit-chats here and there, they finally finished their food. Thank the school for making lunch last until 2:00 PM.

"Bae, where’s the cherry pie you always bring?" Lara asked Y/N.

It’s a cute inside joke the officers had together—to tease the bitter senator who secretly had a sweet tooth for cherries.

Y/N’s cheeks matched the color of the cherries she always brought with her.

She was known within the student government for always bringing cherry pies, and she was too shy for that information to be revealed in front of the students who trusted her to be in a senatorial position.

Megan noticed her fuming cheeks, making her chuckle softly as she watched the senator reach for her lunch bag, glaring at Lara for even bringing that matter up.

"I apologize for the current action you’re seeing with our senator here," Sophia added, making Manon snicker.

Her glare shifted to Sophia as she placed the pie in the center of the table. This just made the five of them laugh.

The girls also found it funny how Y/N's walls were so high that no one could ever reach or jump over them. Well... maybe her co-senators could, but Y/N won’t admit that!

Thank goodness the two outsiders were there.

If they weren’t, Y/N would’ve scolded Lara and Sophia, and her voice would’ve been the only thing heard in the room except for the cackles of her co-officers.

Manon tried to make Y/N feel a little better.

"Just so you guys know, Y/N is actually a good baker. Her favorite is cherry pie, that’s why she always shares it with us."

Y/N sighed, finally feeling secure.

"I love cherry pies too," Megan unexpectedly replied.

The girl in front of her was still bitter that the rules were bent just for them (maybe because she also saw pink swirls around the ginger), so she couldn’t help but mumble under her breath,

"I didn’t ask."

Sophia, the observant one, couldn’t help but hear Y/N’s mumble. She pinched Y/N’s inner thigh tightly like an Asian mom would.

The girl being pinched let out a yelp, slapping Sophia’s hand away.

"Ouch!!! Stop it!!"

"Then better behave!"

Megan watched their interactions as the other girls reached out for the cherry pie.

It was so amusing how Y/N could behave with a single pinch from her Filipina mom.

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Lunch break was finally over, so that meant Y/N went back to her awesome and exciting job.

Yay….!!!!!

Y/N went to the DIY mailbox the officers had made weeks before Valentine’s Day to get the newly inserted letters.

Hours passed by, and there were only two left in her messenger bag. She looked down, checking who the next letter was for.

To: Senator Y/N

Her eyebrows furrowed, confused by the unexpected letter that had landed in her bag. She gathered enough courage to open it, only to be greeted by a message that said:

"cherry pies are the best, aren’t they? -🍒"

Y/N was taken aback by that.

She looked around, paranoid that other people—besides her co-officers and the two strangers she met—might know her sweet tooth secret.

As an overthinker, she was scared that this info would be used against her.

Petty, right?

So instead of stressing over it, Y/N just brushed it off.

Y/N, of course, found these letters written on sticky notes weird since she always got them after class or after hanging out with the gang.

Eventually, she soon found these things cute—not because she thought the sender was some desperate puppy going after their loml—but because it was the effort and the thought that counted.

She still hates romantic shit, btw!

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After the 14th of February, the two new girls always hung out with the four senators for the following weeks.

Dani and Sophia might be a thing.

Lara and Manon miiiight also be a thing.

Y/N still hated Megan’s guts.

And YoonChae... was still YoonChae.

Y/N would always glare at Megan whenever they made eye contact during functions.

She just hated how mesmerizing her fucking smile was!!

She always wanted the ginger to feel not included, always moving away whenever the other one came near.

Megan was an introvert, yet a talkative one.

She fits right in with the gang, always opening up topics about her niche interests and random stuff.

But when Y/N kept pushing her away, it made the ginger feel disappointed.

The bitter senator still received random sweet messages from ‘🍒’.

The sender was consistent, giving the notes at the same time: every morning at 8 AM, before class at 1 PM, and after school at 5 PM.

Some examples of the letters she received were:

don’t forget to smile, miss maem. -🍒

do u like ginger kitties? cuz i have one -🍒

i think u would rock your bangs when they’re dyed pink -🍒

Another event was being held by the student government on campus, and it was a busy day for the officers. They needed to make sure the fair went well and also give people some relief from their midterm break.

This was just another exhausting day for the officers—especially for Y/N. But not until she realized that she hadn’t received her morning note yet.

It’s not like she was expecting it… right?

She wasn’t into romantic stuff in the first place.

Maybe she was just annoyed because of the change.

She despised change.

The sun continued to do its daily cycle, leaving the officers even busier.

And well… Y/N got more frustrated—about the note? Perhaps.

Second note: still none.

It was already past 1 PM.

This made Y/N moodier than usual, especially because of the exhaustion from organizing the event and the sudden break in her routine.

Things were already getting inside her head. Each complaint or order from her schoolmates made her more irritated.

Is the letter the main cause of her irritation, though?

Y/N couldn’t handle it anymore.

She didn’t want to just burst out and walk away from her tasks just because her feelings got in the way.

Instead, she finished all of her responsibilities first before subtly disappearing from the world—maybe trying to run away from the agitation.

She dragged her feet to the nearest, peaceful, and quiet bathroom.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sat on the closed toilet, her head pressed into her hands.

She didn’t even know why she felt heavy and suddenly so emotional.

Ahh. Typical Y/N.

Her disappearance wouldn’t even be noticed by people around her since she was the quiet and reserved one, well, at least that’s what she thought.

A knock suddenly echoed on her bathroom stall door, followed by a familiar voice.

"Y/N…?"

The senator’s ears perked up. Maybe it was just a random student asking about the event or some shit.

She cleared her throat before replying,

"Yeah? This stall is taken."

The person on the other side hummed, waiting for Y/N to get out.

Y/N hated when people waited for her. Being a people pleaser was kind of her thing.

She quickly wiped any visible tears from her eyes. She already had an excuse prepared if they noticed the redness.

Allergies, Y/N thought.

The stall door swung open, revealing a tall ginger woman leaning her back against the sink.

Y/N never expected that, out of all people, Megan would be the one asking questions about the damn event.

"What do you want." She said flatly, as if she hadn’t just spent minutes crying.

Megan gulped. She didn’t know what to say or how to act. "Are you okay…? I saw the way you’re more irritated than usual." She blurted out.

Y/N was wrong.

Very wrong.

Someone did notice her disappearance, someone even noticed her mannerisms.

And that person was Megan.

Megan always looked out for Y/N, even if she was being mean (and annoyingly pessimistic) to her.

The senator cleared her throat, trying to shrug off the vulnerability.

"I’m fine."

"You don’t look fine."

"Just allergies. And maybe a migraine. Some stupid people decided to complain about the event, and I’ve been handling shit the whole day."

Y/N yapped consecutively—so unusual of her.

Megan could see right through her. What do you expect from a geek who loves psychology?

She hadn’t even asked yet, but Y/N was already giving excuses. Some might be false, Megan knew.

"I’m actually the one giving you the letters." The ginger suddenly confessed, cutting off Y/N’s rambling. She figured that maybe not giving the notes was the actual root of the senator’s grumpiness.

Well, Y/N was always grumpy.

But today?

She was extra grumpy.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she gently pushed Megan. "The fuck?! The one giving me cheesy stupid letters?!"

She thought it was stupid… but it was also kind of cute. Not that Y/N would admit that.

Megan nodded, nervous that she’d just blurted it out.

Y/N calmed down a bit.

She didn’t want to be rude, not right now. Not in this situation.

"Why… are you telling me this?"

"Because I thought it’s the actual cause of your frustration." It actually was.

"I- wha-" She couldn’t even form coherent words because, well… maybe it was true.

"I stopped giving you letters because I thought you hated it."

Y/N frowned, her usual high walls starting to crumble. "No, I don’t."

Megan’s ears perked up, like a puppy hearing the word walk. "You don’t?"

A grin crept up on the ginger’s face—the sight made Y/N look away as her cheeks betrayed her, turning a soft shade of red.

"Yes, I don’t. Now shut up."

Megan’s giggles echoed in the room, teasing Y/N for her flustered response.

"So… am I actually the reason for your extra grumpiness?"

"Yes." Y/N whispered, walking closer to her.

She finally found the courage to look up into Megan’s eyes.

Tears started to roll down again, seeing how much she could be vulnerable whenever she's with Megan.

The main reason for her frustration was solved, but the burnout and exhaustion were still there.

Megan scooped Y/N’s face in her hands as the girl leaned into her body.

"Let it all out. I’m right here, all ears if you ever want to rant."

The senator let her feelings pour out. Words were too complicated for the exhaustion she always buried.

After a couple of minutes, Y/N finally calmed down. Thanks to Megan—who somehow knew how to tame the brat that was actually so soft inside.

"I never actually meant to be too rude to you."

Y/N confessed, much like how Megan had earlier.

She knew she was direct, maybe even mean sometimes, but she didn’t want to be extra rude to Megan.

"I just… felt an unexplainable pang in my heart when I saw you the first time. It’s inevitable. That’s why I kept pushing you away. I'm... sorry."

Megan understood her side, watching every move and expression she made.

"A ray of sunshine might be too much for a cloud of rain. I understand. You don’t need to apologize for something that’s not your fault." Her voice was tender, making Y/N’s heart soften even more.

It was basically as soft as a pillow now.

She couldn’t think anymore, not with her guard down and her vulnerability resurfacing.

"Fuck it."

Y/N leaned in, pressing her lips against Megan��s. Their lips were soft, moving slowly and gently—speaking the secret language of intimacy. The world fell into silence the moment they kissed.

Minutes later, they finally pulled away.

"I think I love you…"

Y/N muttered, seeing all the pink swirls around Megan all over again.

"I love you too, Y/N." Megan whispered, pressing her forehead against hers.

The ginger spoke again just to tease Y/N, knowing how much the senator was secretly a sucker for her.

"Can you keep a secret? I’m a little shy."

"Mhm… yeah?"

"You taste like cherry pie."

[leriexoxo]

RIVALRY REDEFINED

Pairing: Han Jisung x Female Reader

Genre: Smut, Enemies to Lovers, College AU

Tags: mutual hatred, unresolved sexual tension, public teasing, brat taming, project partners from hell, janitor’s closet sex, he ruins you and likes it, girlboss gets un-girlbossed, horny academic rivalry

Summary: You and Han Jisung have always hated each other. From music department showdowns to class president elections, you’ve spent the last three years fighting for the spotlight. But something shifts. The rivalry simmers. Then boils. And suddenly, he’s not just trying to beat you—he’s trying to break you. In public, in class, in closets. The game has changed. The question is… who’s going to fold first?

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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Everyone knew it—Han Jisung and I couldn’t stand each other. From the first day of freshman orientation, we’d been locked in a silent war of who could play faster, sing higher, charm professors harder. If I aced a composition, he’d turn in a full orchestral arrangement just to one-up me. If he got voted class president, I’d run for student council just to claw some of the spotlight back. We were oil and water, fire and gasoline—just waiting for the right spark to burn the whole damn building down.

“You’re off-key.”

The words came lazily from across the room, slicing right through your concentration. You didn’t even have to look up to know it was Han. You knew that voice too well—sharp, smug, laced with the kind of confidence that always made your skin prickle.

“My pitch was fine,” you muttered under your breath, fingers still hovering over the keys. You refused to let him get to you. Not today.

But of course, he pushed.

“If that was fine, then I guess we’ve really lowered our standards this semester.”

You snapped the piano lid shut with a little more force than necessary, your jaw tightening as you turned to glare at him. He was leaned back in his chair like he had all the time in the world, one arm draped casually over the backrest, the other scrolling on his phone like he couldn’t be bothered.

He looked unfairly good like that. Tousled hair, lazy posture, legs spread like he owned the damn room. You hated it. You hated him.

“Don’t you have somewhere better to be?”

Han finally looked up, his eyes meeting yours with that irritating glint that always made your stomach twist.

“I’m right where I want to be,” he said, voice low and taunting. “Watching you crack.”

You scoffed, standing abruptly and grabbing your notebook off the piano. “Keep dreaming.”

But before you could make it to the door, he stood too—quicker than expected—and cut across the room in just a few steps. He stopped in front of you, too close, eyes scanning your face with calculated precision.

“You’re wound so tight,” he said, head tilting slightly. “One little touch and you’d come undone, wouldn’t you?”

Your breath caught in your throat. You hated the way your body reacted to his voice, to the heat rolling off him like it was meant for you. You hated how right he probably was.

You tried to step around him, but his hand brushed your wrist—just a graze, just enough to halt you mid-step. Your heart stuttered.

“Do it,” he dared, voice dropping a little lower. “Push me away.”

But you didn’t. Couldn’t. Your body stayed frozen, traitorous and tense.

His lips curved, slow and victorious. “Thought so.”

Your pulse was pounding in your ears, but that was exactly what he wanted.

No. Not today.

You blinked hard and yanked your wrist from his grasp, shoving your palm flat against his chest and pushing him back—hard enough to make him stumble a step.

“Dream on, Han,” you hissed, eyes locked onto his smug, too-pretty face. “You’ll have to try harder than that if you really want me to fold.”

For a second, just a second, something flashed in his eyes. Surprise. Hunger. Then that wolfish grin returned, sharp and cocky.

“Oh?” he murmured, brushing imaginary dust off the front of his hoodie. “Is that a challenge?”

“It’s a fact,” you shot back. “You don’t scare me.”

He leaned in again, slower this time, the edge of his mouth twitching like he was already ten steps ahead in whatever twisted game he’d just decided to play.

“Then I guess I’ve got my work cut out for me,” he whispered. “What do you say, princess? Want to make the rest of the semester interesting?”

Your breath hitched, but your face didn’t flinch. You let your gaze drag down his face to his lips, then back up again.

“Promise me, Han.”

His brows lifted. “Promise what?”

You tilted your head slightly. “That you’ll dedicate the rest of the semester to trying your hardest to break me.”

He stared at you, stunned for a heartbeat—then something darker curled in his expression, something dangerous and delicious.

“I promise,” he said, voice like velvet laced with poison. “I’ll make you mine by finals.”

You rolled your eyes and turned away, hiding the way your knees nearly gave out.

“Better bring your A-game,” you muttered, walking off without looking back. But you knew he was still watching you, already plotting his next move.

And god, a part of you hoped he did.

—

The next day…

You were halfway through your iced coffee and absolutely not in the mood for bullshit when the main quad came into view—buzzing with students, warm sunlight filtering through the trees, everything feeling too loud and too bright for 9:17 a.m.

And then, like some sick twist of fate, you saw him.

Han Jisung. Leaning against a lamppost like he was doing a campus photoshoot. Black jeans, headphones looped around his neck, the faintest smirk playing on his lips when he spotted you. He pushed off the post slowly, lazily, like he had all the time in the world—and none of it was yours.

You tried to walk past him.

He didn’t let you.

One step. Two. Then he was right in front of you, moving like a shadow, blocking your path with that infuriatingly cocky glint in his eyes.

“Morning, sweetheart.”

You blinked. “Fuck off, Han.”

“You always this sweet before ten?” he asked, leaning in like he was sharing a secret.

You side-stepped him, unimpressed. “Only for people I don’t fantasize about murdering.”

That earned a chuckle. You hated how warm it sounded.

But then—before you could retreat, before you could fully dodge whatever game he thought he was playing—he did something reckless.

He stepped in close. Too close. His hand slid around your waist like he’d done it a thousand times before, fingers pressing just hard enough to make your breath hitch. And then he dipped down—mouth brushing your ear as he whispered, slow and deliberate,

“You know, you really should watch how hard you stare at me in class. People might think you’re obsessed.”

Your body froze. Heat bloomed down your spine so violently, you nearly dropped your coffee. And worse? You couldn’t think. Not a single snarky comeback, not a single excuse, just a blank fog of fuck.

His hand lingered for a beat too long. Then he let go, stepped back like nothing happened, and sauntered off with a wink over his shoulder—just in time for two students walking by to catch your expression and definitely whisper about it.

You stood there, heart racing, mouth dry, wondering what the hell that was.

Han Jisung had just touched you. In public. Like he owned you.

You didn’t even think.

The second you could move again, you were stalking after him—through the quad, past a couple wide-eyed freshmen who’d clearly witnessed the scene, and right into the east hall of the music building where the morning crowd thinned out.

“Han Jisung!”

He didn’t stop walking. Didn’t even turn around. Just kept his lazy pace, like he wanted you to follow.

“You think that was funny?” you snapped as your boots hit the tile behind him. “Touching me like that in front of everyone?”

He finally slowed, just before the corner to the practice rooms. Turned his head slightly, grin already forming. “You didn’t stop me.”

You reached him in two strides. Shoved at his shoulder hard enough to make him press against the wall. “Try that again, and I swear—”

“Oh?”

His voice dipped, lower now. Dangerous.

Then came mistake number two—his, yours, who the hell knew.

He grabbed your wrist. Not hard, not enough to hurt—just enough to hold. And then he dragged you. A quick spin and you were the one shoved up against the wall, cool plaster at your back and his body way too close again.

“I should try it again,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours, lips barely inches away. “Just to see how long it takes you to fall apart.”

“Let go of me,” you breathed, though your voice didn’t sound half as furious as you wanted.

“Why?” he asked, tilting his head. “You’re already clenching your thighs. Did I get it right? Here?”

His hand ghosted just above your waistband, his fingers grazing skin—warm, slow, and confident.

A strangled noise escaped you. Somewhere between a gasp and a threat. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t think.

You were going to kill him. Or kiss him. Maybe both.

He leaned in just enough to brush your temple with his lips. “This semester’s gonna be fun, sweetheart.”

And just like that, he was gone again—vanishing down the hall like he hadn’t just wrecked you twice in under ten minutes.

You pressed your palm flat against the wall behind you, willing your knees not to give out.

You needed a goddamn exorcist

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You walked into the lecture hall ten minutes early just so you could avoid him.

Bad idea.

The second your ass hit the seat, your body tensed like it knew—still recovering from the hallway ambush, the feel of his breath against your skin, the heat of his hand grazing just under your shirt.

You should’ve slapped him. You should’ve screamed. You should’ve done anything other than let him walk away like he hadn’t just stripped your defenses down to nerves and trembling muscle.

“Alright, everyone, settle in!” Professor Choi’s voice rang through the room, cheerful as ever. “We’ve got a joint composition project starting today—partner work, you’ll be assigned randomly.”

Great. Amazing. You didn’t need another person. You worked better alone.

Your pen tapped against your desk in protest.

“Let’s see…” the professor scanned her clipboard. “Kim and Minho, Sunhee and Jisoo… and—ah. Y/N and Han Jisung.”

The entire row in front of you turned their heads. You didn’t dare look up.

And then—of course—you felt him before you saw him. His bag thumped down beside your chair as he slid into the seat next to you like he belonged there.

“Hi partner,” he said, all teeth and smug menace, voice low enough for only you to hear.

Your jaw clenched.

“I will murder you,” you hissed under your breath.

“Save it for the second date,” he whispered back, eyes flicking down to your legs and back up again like he knew you still hadn’t recovered. “You’re still shaking.”

You were. Damn him.

And you had to sit beside him. Every day. For the next three weeks.

You swallowed hard, fingers gripping your pen so tight the plastic creaked. You could feel his thigh brushing yours under the table. Casual. On purpose.

“I’m going to fail this class because of you,” you muttered.

He leaned in, lips inches from your ear again. “No, you’re not. You’re just gonna beg me not to make you come in the middle of a piano duet.”

Your gasp was audible.

Three heads turned. You slapped your hand over your mouth, cheeks flaming.

Han didn’t even blink. Just smirked at your professor like he was an innocent little genius ready to do his assignment.

You were going to die.

And class hadn’t even started yet

You refused to look at him.

Not once, not even a side glance. You’d pulled out your notebook, angled your body away, and even moved your chair a few inches closer to the window. You were going to focus. You were going to be mature. You were going to ignore the human disaster seated beside you who had already made it his mission to ruin your life twice in less than twenty-four hours.

Han didn’t say anything. Not at first.

He just sat there, flipping casually through the project brief like he wasn’t an agent of chaos. Like he hadn’t whispered filth into your ear minutes ago. Like his very presence wasn’t making your spine twitch.

You kept your pen poised, eyes on the board, tuning out the lecture as you skimmed bullet points and underlined deadlines. The plan was simple: work quickly, keep conversation minimal, pretend he didn’t exist.

It might’ve worked.

If he hadn’t slipped his hand under the table.

You didn’t react at first. Just the faintest brush of fingers along your knee, feather-light. Maybe it was an accident, you thought. Maybe he’d dropped something. Maybe—

Nope.

His hand slid higher.

Your thighs clamped together on instinct.

“Don’t,” you whispered, without turning. Your voice shook. It was supposed to sound warning, but it came out breathy instead.

He leaned in without touching you, voice curling into your ear like silk over fire.

“Say the word, and I’ll stop. But you won’t.”

His fingers found the hem of your skirt.

You swatted his hand. Sharp. Swift.

He didn’t flinch—he grinned. Smug. Undeterred.

You tried to write. Tried to take notes. Tried to breathe normally. But your heartbeat was too loud and your stomach twisted the second he started again, this time slower, dragging his knuckles up your inner thigh. You bit the inside of your cheek.

The professor was still talking. Something about theme development and harmonic layering. You barely registered a word.

He was getting bolder.

His touch stayed just south of scandal, palm resting hot and heavy on your leg while his thumb traced lazy, dizzying circles just above your knee. Your whole body tensed, toes curling in your shoes.

You shifted. He followed.

You gripped your pen tighter. Your other hand shot under the table, grabbing his wrist.

He didn’t move it.

“Let go,” you whispered without turning. “Or I swear—”

“What?” he murmured. “You’ll moan in front of the entire department?”

Your jaw snapped shut.

The worst part? You were getting wet. In the middle of a packed lecture hall. Because of him.

He slid a fraction higher, fingertips pressing just beside the thin fabric of your underwear. Your breath hitched so violently you almost dropped your pen.

You couldn’t react. You couldn’t make a sound. You just sat there, vibrating with tension, glaring hard at the lecture slides like they were responsible for your humiliation.

And Han—cool, composed Han—rested his chin on his fist and kept taking notes. Like he wasn’t driving you insane.

Like he hadn’t just shattered every rule of sanity and decency under a fucking desk.

You knew you should’ve stopped him.

You knew it.

But when his fingers slipped past the hem of your skirt and dipped beneath the band of your underwear, you didn’t move. Couldn’t. Not when your entire body locked up with anticipation, with disbelief, with this unbearable, aching heat that pooled deep in your gut.

Han moved slow—painfully slow. Testing. Teasing.

And when his fingertip brushed against your soaked folds, you felt your soul leave your body.

“Oh,” you gasped—sharp, helpless.

Too loud.

Heads turned.

You slapped a hand over your mouth instantly, wide-eyed, pretending to cough while heat shot up your neck like a wildfire. Your professor paused for half a second but continued lecturing, unaware—or maybe too tired to care.

Han, on the other hand, smirked like the devil himself.

“So wet already,” he whispered beside you, voice low, cruel, and laced with satisfaction. “You pretend to hate me, but this?” His finger dragged slowly between your folds, circling your clit with a deliberate flick. “This tells me everything.”

You gripped the edge of the desk with both hands, knuckles white.

He was still under the table, hidden from view, fingertips pressing into your heat like he had all the time in the world to ruin you. And then—without warning—he sank a finger in.

You choked.

Your body jolted, thighs snapping shut around his wrist as your head dropped forward in disbelief. The stretch, the heat, the filth of it all—it broke something in you. Your thighs trembled. Your core clenched down so tightly you swore he felt it.

“Oh my god,” you whispered into your hands, voice trembling as you fake-coughed again to hide the noise, eyes wide and unfocused.

He didn’t stop.

He pumped once—deep, curling up slightly—then again, a second time, slower. You were panting now, barely holding on, biting your lip so hard you thought it might bleed. The classroom faded. The sounds, the people, the lecture—it all blurred into background static.

“You gonna come on my fingers in front of everyone?” he murmured, dragging his thumb up to circle your clit again. “Or are you strong enough to hold it in, Miss High and Mighty?”

Your vision blurred.

You didn’t know how long you could last.

Because if he kept going like this—pushing deeper, rubbing harder—you were going to unravel. In public. With your enemy’s fingers buried inside you and a twisted smirk on his stupid beautiful face.

You were in hell.

And you didn’t want to leave.

Your legs were trembling.

You were seconds away—seconds—from falling apart right there in that stiff, squeaky classroom chair with your fingers dug into the desk and your pride shattered somewhere between his knuckles.

Han’s finger curled deep inside you again, just right, thumb rolling over your clit with obscene precision. You were so close it physically hurt. The pressure swelled, dizzying and wild, and your body was clenching, twitching, ready.

And then—

He pulled out.

Just like that.

No warning. No parting words. Not even a damn glance in your direction.

You turned to him in stunned disbelief, mouth parted in silent betrayal as your core pulsed around nothing, slick dripping onto your inner thighs.

Han stood, calm as ever, tucked his hands in his hoodie pocket and whispered something to the professor about needing the bathroom. Then he left. Like you weren’t falling apart right beside him. Like he didn’t just shove his fingers inside you during a two-hour lecture and make you see heaven with your eyes open.

You sat there frozen.

Seconds passed. Your pulse screamed in your ears. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

Fuck.

You bolted. Not right away, but soon enough that your chair scraped back a little too hard and your professor gave you a side glance. You mumbled something incoherent and practically ran out of the room, thighs pressed together as if that would do a damn thing.

The hallway was empty.

Quiet.

You rounded a corner, heart racing, ready to find that smug bastard and tear him apart—

But you didn’t make it that far.

Because just as you turned the corner, a hand shot out and yanked you hard by the wrist.

You barely had time to yelp before you were slammed against a wall—door creaking behind you, space small, dark, suffocating. The janitor’s closet. Cleaning supplies and old uniforms to one side, industrial mop buckets to the other.

And Han.

Chest heaving. Eyes dark.

You stared at him, breathless and wide-eyed.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you hissed, voice hoarse with heat and humiliation and need. “You—”

“Shhh,” he whispered, slamming the door shut behind you.

Then he caged you in. Both arms up, forearms pressed to the wall beside your head, and that filthy smirk tugging at his lips.

“You were about to come, weren’t you?” he murmured. “Would’ve made such a pretty mess. But you don’t deserve it yet.”

“Han, I swear to god—”

“I told you I’d make you crack,” he said lowly, leaning in until his lips brushed your ear. “I warned you, baby. I’m gonna ruin every ounce of that control you keep pretending you have.”

You clenched your jaw.

You hated him.

You hated how bad you wanted him to finish what he started.

You shoved at him.

Hard.

Blind with fury, with the sting of humiliation still fresh on your tongue, with your arousal soaked all the way through your panties like a confession you didn’t ask for.

“Fuck you, Han Jisung,” you seethed, shoving your fists into his chest, pushing him back into the mop bucket behind him. “You think you can just finger me in class, walk away, and get away with it?!”

Your hands flew again, wild and heated, aiming to slap his smug face or maybe just hurt him enough to feel something other than this unbearable frustration.

But he caught you.

Fast.

Both wrists gripped tight, twisted behind your back and slammed against the supply shelf so fast your breath caught in your throat.

You barely had time to gasp before his mouth was on yours.

Hard. Brutal. Desperate.

It wasn’t a kiss—it was a full-bodied collision, a mess of teeth and tongue, lips bruising against each other like you both wanted to hurt and devour in the same breath. His mouth tasted like coffee and something darker. Arrogance. Temptation. Victory.

You whimpered into him, hate dissolving into heat faster than your pride could keep up. His grip on your wrists stayed firm, pinning you, grounding you, holding you still as he devoured you like he’d been dying to do it for years.

And maybe he had.

Maybe this whole rivalry had just been the world’s slowest, most torturous form of foreplay.

“You drive me fucking insane,” he muttered against your lips, breaking the kiss only to drag his mouth down your jaw, nipping at your throat. “Acting so untouchable… looking at me like I’m beneath you… when you melt the second I touch you.”

“Shut up,” you gasped, twisting in his hold, body arching into him like a traitor.

“You gonna hit me again?” he whispered, biting the shell of your ear. “Or you gonna let me finish what I started?”

The words barely left his mouth before he spun you around, your front crashing into the cold metal shelf. His grip on your wrists never loosened, but now they were pinned behind your back with one hand, held in place like he was restraining a brat who wouldn’t learn.

Which… wasn’t exactly wrong.

“You’ve been dying for this,” he rasped into your neck, rutting his hips up against your ass while the other hand shoved up your skirt. “You act like you hate me but your pussy doesn’t lie.”

You gasped—half shame, half arousal—when he yanked your soaked panties to the side with zero finesse and dragged the head of his cock right through the mess he made of you in class. It was mean. Soaked and slippery and loud, the slick sound echoing against the mop handles and forgotten floor wax.

“You thought you were gonna have the last word, huh?” he whispered, biting down on your shoulder as he lined himself up.

And then he slammed into you.

Hard.

One thrust. No warning. No easing. Just pure hunger and punishment in the way he filled you to the hilt, thick and pulsing, your walls stretching to take him and trembling at the sudden intrusion.

You choked out a cry, muffled by your own bitten knuckle.

“Oh, now you’re quiet?” he taunted, drawing back only to snap his hips forward again, rougher this time. “Where’s all that attitude now?”

Your knees almost gave out but he pressed you harder into the shelf, using his weight to hold you up as he fucked into you like he had something to prove. Fast, brutal, unrelenting—like every second of tension between you had been building to this.

Your slick dripped down your thighs. Your moans hitched every time he bottomed out. You didn’t know if you hated him or loved the way he was making you fall apart, but you couldn’t stop shaking.

“You take me so fucking well,” he groaned, voice ragged. “Look at you. Nothing to say now but these pathetic little noises.”

“F–fuck you,” you managed, voice wrecked.

He laughed low in your ear. “Already am.”

His hand slipped down your front without warning, rubbing circles over your clit as he kept slamming into you. You sobbed, loud, involuntary, body clenching like it was trying to pull him deeper.

“That’s it,” he hissed, pace stuttering as your walls fluttered around him. “Fucking come for me, brat. Show me how much you really hate me.”

And god—you did.

Shaking, clenching, whining his name like a prayer and a curse as he ruined you against that cold closet shelf, mind blank and body burning. He followed not long after, groaning deep in his chest as he filled you with a final thrust and a messy finish, forehead pressed to the back of your neck, both of you breathing like animals.

Silence followed. Tense, humid, charged.

Then he leaned in, breath hot against your ear.

“Better start behaving, sweetheart,” he muttered, giving your ass a sharp slap. “We’ve still got six weeks of this project.”

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[yourtypicalhuman09]

Beyond The Bat

(Neglected reader x Yandere batfam)

Prologue: Why me?

TW!!! Cursing !!Dark AU!!

Why is this happening?

The woman in front of me stood close, too close. A hand was outstretched in an attempt to comfort me. I don't want her fucking comfort. I want answers.

"Why..."

The word left my lips before I could process it. My world was crashing. The room was spinning. It was getting hard to breathe. I knew I sounded pathetic. I know I look pathetic. God I'm pathetic. Why can't I fight for this? Why does it seem like the only thing I can do right is fall behind as the world moves on without me.

"I'm sorry (Y/N), but we found someone better suiting of your position. We had no choice, the whole student body petitioned for Tim to become president of the student body."

Tim Drake. God I loathed that name. Every time I have something good one of those bat bastards has to make my life miserable again. For as long as I could remember I had been alone. I had to be the perfect child and yet I was never praised for the things I've done right, only punished for the things I've done wrong. Is this another punishment... Did I linger too long during diner yesterday? Did I not provide a good enough reaction during Damian's beating? Did I not hide my exhaustion well enough? Did I accidentally start a scandal?

"God (Y/N) what are you still doing here? We both know you have things to do at home. Plus you're not needed here anymore."

I heard his voice before I saw him. His condescending tone never ceases to send a chill down my spine. I steeled myself and turned to face my brother.

"I'm sorry Tim. looks like I lost track of time, I'll head back now"

I returned his dark look with a cold look of my own. I will not let him, or anyone for that matter, have the pleasure of seeing me break. I may have lost but I will not give him the chance to laugh and jeer at my failure. I turned and left the room, my posture straight and my head held high. I don't know what I'll do now but I will not let myself be seen as some pathetic hopeless child with no potential or worth. I ignored the feeling of Tim's calculating gaze boring holes through my figure and continued to walk on. Maybe I should take that person up on their offer. Maybe I could use their help...

Authors note: Omg prologue is done! Thank you all for participating in the polls and reading! I hope this is a good prologue, I'm super excited for this story. Thank you all for your support and please feel free to send me any asks I love hearing y'all's thoughts! Anyways with nothing else to say I wish you all a good day/night and I'll update you all on chapter 1 soon, until next time!

@simpingpandas

[rensylph]

Hihi! I'm not sure if you do nsfw or not, but if you do..PLEASE. IM BEGGING U TO MAKE A NSFW VER OF THE GENSHIN HIGH SCHOOL AU😭😭🙏🙏

Sure I guess, you guys consider whenever it's canon or not canon to the au. I'm sorry if it's bad It's my first time writing nsfw stuff

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 ( 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐀𝐔 ) 𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐅 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

<< yandere genshin ( school au ) NSFW version >>

⚠️ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

You are a student at teyvat high, a prestigious highschool only for the wealthy and the elite has managed to get in due to one of your family members managed for you to be a student in the school, little did you know your presence will catch the hearts of many students. Characters: Diluc, kaeya, thoma, ayato, alhaitham, kaveh, childe, scaramouche, xiao, kazuha, albedo, vent

⚠️ Warning : this may have NSFW content ⚠️

(English is not my first language)

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄

NAME: (name) (last name)

CLASS: 2A

CLUB: music club

FAVORITE SUBJECT: (your choosing)

(Name) A second year student, a member of the music club, born from a middle class family has become an object of many students desires.

Diluc

A complete virgin, I mean he was saving for marriage but if you want to do it now he wouldn't mind he was having fantasies about you guys wedding night. I mean if you're planning on going to college why don't you move in with him and get married with him after college. Your life would be set.

Every time he thinks of you he couldn't stop popping a boner, even the slightest touch of your hand causes him to go crazy and go to the bathroom.

But the good thing is that the new arrangements with the student council president ayato, you and him will cross that border.

Kaeya

He has his fair share of sleeping around with the population of the school, so he's very experienced compared to his brother's diluc who is a virgin. He doesn't understand his brother's saving his virginity for the right one, until he meets you.

I mean he uses his charms to enchant the school to get everything he wants now he's regretting his choice because his reputation as a playboy is well known, causing you to avoid him entirely .

And every time he tries to flirt with you or try to indicate action, you would just look at him with a confusion. You're impossible to flirt with and so oblivious but that's a cute trait he could fix if you let him show you a good time

Thoma

Another virgin, unfortunately he has to witness you and student council arrangements and deal to keep funding incoming for your club

He's not allowed to do anything but Just watch you in the hands of predators that are willing to rip your flesh apart and feast on you.

But he also carries fantasy of himself and wishes for you and him to be together so he just needs time to strike. So you and him would be together without anyone disrupting your time.

Ayato

There are new arrangements with you and the student council, when Ayato called you and told you he had no choice but to cut the funding for the music club, and when you begged ayato saying you're willing to do anything, this gave him an idea.

So once a week or month, after school you would go to the student council meeting room and let your body be devoured by them, you allowed them to do anything with you.

Even tho the arrangement is with the entire student council, you and him would sometimes book a hotel room to spend the night together. And will use toys on you during school if you do not behave

Alhaitham

Of course accidentally witnessesing one of your rondavous with the student council, he decided to use it to his advantage. He used it to blackmail you and the student council president ayato.

So every time you do something wrong on a test you will get punished, and if you did well on a test you will be rewarded. As well every time you or him visits each other's house there will be some in course with each other

Plus every time he is stressed or overworked you have no choice but to follow him and distress him no matter the location. In school, bathroom, literally anywhere and you have to keep quiet if you guys don't get caught.

Kaveh

Poor kaveh seeing the love of your life having intercourses with your rival and roommate that gotta hurt. One time when you were with alhaitham. In exchange of keeping his mouth silent he also wants to have the same deal as alhaitham.

So every time when you finish with alhaitham you have to go towards kaveh. Heck maybe he will join you with alhaitham.

On the bright side, he's not been as stressed as before as well and he get a better view of biology and how does your body works

Childe

He's very pent up and everytime he win a game he will always expect you to reward him for doing good In the game.

Every time he's invited to a party, he will ask you to be his plus one and will not let you leave his side. If you're bored here don't worry he will take you somewhere more fun

He will take you to a hill, and you guys will make out in his car or just drive you back home so you and him could make out there. And he gets verbally jealous whenever someone tries to flirt with you

Scaramouche

Whenever he feels jealous or he feels like it, you will have to expect being pulled to the side drag into an empty broom closet and make out there

He doesn't even help you put your clothes back in or do after care just smash and go.

But sometimes he is gentle or whenever he's feeling a little nicer he's more gentler with you and gives you after care sometimes

Xiao

Also a virgin, he's very shy during his first time but gets the hang of it when you guys started to do it more often when he's not busy

He's very shy and nervous during his first time as well every time when you guys decided to have intercourses but he does have impressive stamina he can last for hours

He gets jealous when other students manage to get you before him, he once saw you walk out of the broom closet with scaramouche with a sweety body and disheveled clothing, so every time when he's jealous he's rought

Kazuha

The most gentlest and sweetest out of all of them, he can be rough but if you want to and ask him politely.

He always gives you the best after care after doing it, as well as gives you milk tea or any drink you want after doing it.

Will write poetry about your time with him In detail and will read it to you in the middle of it, it describes how he was feeling and what he wants to do with you and the things he's gonna do with you in extreme detail and find it amusing you blushing.

Albedo

He's very curious on how the human anatomy works during intercourse, so he asked you to do it with him so he could study how the body works

He calls your hook ups an experiment of the human body, he will write down every reaction thru every position or toys he uses on you.

He will say "how interesting" after managing to get a reaction from your body. And every time you guys do it, you will wear his lab coat.

Venti

The most open about your hook ups to make your other admirers jealous. And every time you try to shut him, he will reply with you " I thought you were enjoying it"

Likes to tease you a lot and grind against you when you are playing your music, same as Kazuha will write poetry about your time together.

Will always try to convince you to hook up or go another round even tho class is about in 5 minutes other wise you guys gonna be late I mean he doesn't care when ever he's late or not

[moonsaver]

Highschool/college(?) Au and its very corny idk

ALSO gg if you catch the gumball reference ^^

Tags: EVERYONE in amphoreus x you (except hyacine and tribios ofc), uhh theyre all losers pining after you, idk how many words

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Your classmate – Phainon – who's always a little too popular for his own good. Grew up as the boy next door, fawned over by (almost) all the professors and teachers, popular among his peers for his carefree and playful demeanor, not to mention he's on the sports team.

So it's an obviously frustrating task trying to find the perfect time to talk to you; his friends always dragging him away before he can get much of a word out. It's a little silly – he's sitting right next to you! You two share a few classes, see each other (well, he sees you, at least) almost everyday, and even seem to like the same spot to relax after classes! So why is it that he can't get make a single move on his crush?

Spoiler alert; he's making excuses!

Admittedly, he does become a bit of a fumbling, flustered mess everytime he manages to talk to you; mind jumbling up all the fun facts about the artifacts and ancient relics he'd wanted to amaze you with. The words come out all gibberish and messy – "I did an appraisal last week on a collection i think you'd like!" And "how was your weekend?" Turns into mush and an entirely new sentence (nevermind the fact he accidentally kept messing up the "I"s and "You"s).

All of it doesn't help the fact his particular friend group happens to know his little liking towards you; and is constantly bombarded everytime he tells them "another plan down the drain".

"I saw your live-stream yesterday." You mention, picking at the ice cream cone with your small plastic spoon, "it was really entertaining."

However.. when he realizes in the middle of an appraisal live-stream that you happen to be watching.. he's instantly looking away from the camera and hyper-focusing on the antique in his hands. perhaps nothing is truly a failure?

Phainon splutters a bit, before softly chuckling, "Im glad you liked it! I'll‐ uh, I'm going to be streaming more often since my schedule's clear. You.. you'll be watching, right?"

"Hm?" You tilt your head, almost not hearing the last part, "what was that?"

"Nothing." He chuckles again, nervously, looking away.

"There's.." his head almost snaps, looking up at you. You grin at the immediate response, "you have some on your nose."

Your hand reaches to gently flick away the small dot of soft cream on the tip of his nose with your finger. You notice his wide-puppy like eyes and the faint blush on his face.

Aglaea – the student council president, and no one could question her hold on that position (except one). She's the golden student – head of many clubs, straight A's in all subjects, handles all her work and any complaints or conflicts within the student council or the student body in general, before attending some after-school clubs, and helping her parents manage their boutique. Most people would be jealous if it wasn't for the overwhelming amount of work it would actually take – especially looking as flawless and beautiful as her on top of it.

You'd watch her doze off in the library; pen still held between her lithe fingers as her golden hair would sway. You'd place down a cup of black coffee for her, before gently nudging her awake. It became a little common for a bit, then radio silence, then suddenly before either of you could really comprehend it – Aglaea would sit down with you and start making small talk about work.

Somehow, however.. the most unexpected sort of person had come into her life all of a sudden. For the first time – instead of taking care of the others, she had found herself being taken care of in tiny ways.

Both of you blamed it on exam stress – that was why she dozed off in the first place. The work was a little too much at times, and sleep would become scarce.

She never asked, and you never answered; but she always had that look in her eyes whenever she seemed to be staring at you a little too long – how did you know?

You're a bit squeamish about the topic – you didn't stalk her! But no one would believe you if you claimed that. You just happened to be zoning out and people-watching – or rather, you'd call it 'Practical Observation'. Aglaea would sometimes sit down with a black coffee and a few biscuits when it was a particularly long study session, use cute stickers in the guidelines of her notes, and sketch out designs on empty pages when bored; Honestly? It did surprise you a bit that not many other students seemed to catch onto her preferences.

She hums, in deep thought, looking down intently at the calculations written down on paper. There's a few clinks of the glass tubes as you move around in the empty lab, placing down all the necessary chemicals needed for the experiment.

And as for Aglaea.. poor thing – it seemed to really seal the deal when you visited the boutique on your weekend to ask if she was doing well. Somehow, the atmosphere of the boutique made your conversation livelier than before, and before she knew it, Aglaea had also come to understand why exactly Phainon fell for you.. for she too, had fallen.

"We need this solution, but.." Aglaea trails off, her eyes lingering around the empty place where the solution bottle should have been, but isn't.

Unbeknownst to her, you'd already concocted your own solution, trying to experiment and somehow replicate the one you needed.

Poof!

Her eyes widen, as she turns to look at you. You're standing there with a wide-eyed, almost frenzied look with the tube having an ominous sort of smoke coming off of it.

She quickly urges you to clean it up, and once both of you are done fretting over it, she looks up at you with an unreadable expression. You brace yourself for a stern warning from the council president, but instead find yourself hearing your friend's bubbling laughter.

"You should be wary of the faces you make, sometimes," she covers her mouth with her hand, more laughter bubbling from her, "it's quite a spectacle."

Mydeimos – the star athlete, and Phainon's best friend. He wasn't a dumb jock, however. Surprisingly – he was naturally adept at history and all sorts of social sciences, and if some students were desperate enough, they'd approach him for help.

It was a common sight between their friend group that Mydei would hound Phainon for every ask-out attempt gone wrong– almost routine for them, even.

Although conversation between you and Mydei seemed like the unlikeliest of events (at least, before Phainon could even introduce you two), surprisingly you two would get along well.

It was another game when you happened to be sitting nearby – the ball came flying and hit your head like a goal. Since Mydei was responsible for the throw, he'd take you to the nurse's office instead.

The pain went down by the next day, but you still made a visit to make sure everything was okay. Mydei happened to be passing by and continued to walk you to your class (more or less, out of guilt.. and also to scope out who exactly seemed to be the person Phainon was infatuated with.)

The topics shifted – from your head wraps to historical garments to war strategies, conquests, historically significant temples and buildings, architecture, and more. Strangely so, the conversation between you two would flow like that of between old friends.

He'd occasionally make an excuse to walk you to your classes (mainly that, well, he was responsible for your injury.. 3 weeks ago..), you'd often sit in the stadium while he was at practice, and he'd buy you a drink or a lunch at the cafeteria. Thus, the two of you ended up forming a friendship.

So, when he made eye contact with Phainon as he dropped you off at one of your classes, another unspoken competition had risen between them – winner takes it all.

"Rome wasn't built in a day."

"You say that every day, and you have been for the past few weeks. Are you even studying?"

"Hey!"

He flicks your forehead, making you wince, but doesn't tear your focus from the game on your phone you've been tapping away at for the past few minutes. Students had already started spilling into the cafeteria, the noise increasing steadily as another sound effect resounded from your phone. He sighs, before snatching your phone from your hands,

"Don't make me report you. You've already slacked off on your last test."

"Psh, who'd even remember the second man of anything? I mean, okay, who was the second man who walked on the moon?"

"Buzz aldrin."

That lands you another flick on your forehead from Mydei,

"Touchè, nerd."

"I'll help you, since you clearly need it. You're getting an A+ whether you want it or not."

Anaxagoras – a Teacher's assistant that is heavily involved in controversial debates, and funnily enough, has indirectly formed multiple friend groups with him as their common enemy. A nightmare to deal with to most – often questioning every statement and even the integrity of Aglaea, the student council president. Wasn't it a little strange how chummy she was getting with you? He'd spotted her smiling and talking to you instead of her usual whiling away at her own work, and something in him chipped a little at that.

He felt a strong urge of.. something anytime he saw you. Like you were nothing and the bane of his existence at the same time, a special position in his heart that once Aglaea had held.

Thus, when he had the 'pleasure' of having to tutor you once you failed a class (by a point! – you'd add at the disappointed look in Aglaea's eyes), he was going to wring out every bit of the opportunity.

Except.. he didn't expect you to be so.. ugh.

He'd sprinkle in controversial topics and remarks every now and then to see what ticked you – only a fool would fall for it, nevermind how most of the student body would. But you took it in stride. You'd ask him about it, patiently listening, and return with your own profound observations and insights. It was strange; for some reason.. he felt like he belonged for once. Not a scorned scholar lost in erudition, but rather, embraced for his intuition and welcomed with questions and curiosity.

Study sessions would then have an added "break" to them, 'to refresh the mind', of course. Both of you would eagerly talk philosophies and dilemmas.

Although perhaps he once preferred a head-on and cutthroat opposition (ahem..), he somehow welcomes the peaceful and steady curiosity you bring now.

Cerces makes an acute observation about him, once your name instead of Aglaea's falls from his lips.

Perhaps he's starting to understand that woman's perspective for once.

"I don't understand the meaning of this."

"Oh, cool, you're a meme."

Anaxagoras presents his phone to you, with a post from a social media page. It's him, with a poorly edited filter put on, and various sparkles and effects on the borders of the image, resembling that of 2000's filters.

"I'm a joke?"

His face tightens up more, making you wave your hands,

"Well.."

He taps on his phone as you speak,

"Woah, calm down. It's just harmless fun. They're not making fun of you!"

"Then what does this mean?"

"Okay, maybe we should report it.."

He shows you a post, a picture of you two that was clearly taken on campus by someone else. You cringe slightly at the caption,

"Embarassed to be seen with me, is it?"

"What?! No!"

Castorice – oh, sweet castie. Your childhood friend and the dearest one at that. Always a little alienated, a little othered by the kids and masses for her strange looks and demeanor. You both know each other very well; having spent your time together as little weirdos – hand in gloved hand – spotting ladybugs and caterpillars in the playground and studying butterflies as the other kids rough-housed. Always the quiet sweetheart who was too good at mathematics and helped you through every bad exam. Who knew Castie would grow up to be the Vice-president of the student council?

Your time has inexplicably shortened due to the amount of duties she'd now have to attend – but you knew she loved doing what she did. You'd spot the occasional soft smile on her face with her council members throught the crowds, and on weekends when you two would have picnics in the park, you were glad to hear she'd made more friends than ever before.

She even slipped up and admitted she'd formed a crush! Although, she seemed hesitant to tell you. Perhaps your little Castie still had secrets she wouldn't tell even you.

The loneliness surrounding her had begun to dissipate. You realized then – your best friend had never looked more beautiful than when she was truly accepted.

You sigh deeply, leaning back on your hands, as the gentle wind breezes over your skin, soothing you. Castorice shifts a tiny bit – her head in your lap, facing you now, as you look down. Her purple eyes meet yours, as she smiles gently at you.

"So, who do you like?"

She jolts a bit, turning and covering her face, making you laugh heartily

"It's.."

"Always so shy, Castie.." you say between laughs. She gets up, facing away from you,

She hesitates, her eyes nervously glancing at you like it'll burn her if she stares too long. You tilt your head, still grinning,

"Hm?"

She lays back down on the picnic mat, fidgeting with her fingers,

"..please don't ask.."

"Awh, Castie, did I offend you?"

"No! Not at all. H-How did your math exam go-?"

"Nice subject change. Literally."

Cipher – it was a funny word-play nickname she and the adults came up with. Always the stealthy, snarky kid who outran the others in the playground, stole a few too many caricature-bandaids from the nurse's office, and tricked the other kids into doing her bidding from time to time.

You thought it was good riddance when she moved, so you can imagine the surprise when she showed up to your after-school study sessions with Aglaea to drop off a few files.

She was notorious for being almost a little too much. You still remember when you assumed she was bullying Castorice, until she herself explained it was simple teasing. You were always hot-tempered when it came to her – always clashing heads. It was a fun game to her, but never that humorous to you.

If Castorice was Aglaea's right hand, Cipher was her left. It's no wonder you stopped hearing more about her – she purposefully hid and stayed low, practically working as an intelligence network by herself. Of course; time weathers all things but it's own principles, and Cipher's. You know she works at a price.

You want to trust Aglaea's judgment, but you can't really bring yourself to trust Cipher. Especially when you caught her ransacking the nurse's office again.

As for the price itself.. Aglaea doesn't mention it to you.

It was locked around at the time in the evening, after-school clubs now in full swing with the buzz of students around campus. You'd hoped perhaps Hyacine would be around to ask her for more painkiller; so imagine your surprise when you see no Hyacine in sight and the lock of the infirmary broken and on the floor.

Cipher immediately stiffens, hand stilling when her eyes meet yours filled with scorn and a nasty scowl on your face.

She stutters a bit initially, but manages to explain it to you – it was on Hyacine's orders that Cipher broke in. "Pinkie" (Hyacine's nickname, go figure) gave her the wrong keys. You picture the rest.

Of course, still knowing Cifera, you decided to walk back with her to ensure it reached where it was supposed to.

Conversation had turned easy with her. You realize perhaps long-held grudges aren't always the best way to go about things.

"Hm? Asleep already?"

Tension had started to melt between you and Cifera, even Castorice. The three of you would often share lunch when your schedules aligned, and Cifera would stay back with you when Aglaea would have to leave the library early. If it wasn't Phainon's appraisals you were watching, it was cat video compilations Cifera would make you watch. Somehow always there with you and Anaxagoras during the tutoring sessions. Stealing the little drinks Mydei would get you and promise to buy another one for you – which she did do.

Her finger gently taps your forehead, and when you don't respond, she stays silent. She watches your head laid down over your open books, a sticky note stuck to your chin.

Titans above, were you really that oblivious?

She'd been dropping hints, as much as she could. There was only so much she could ask of Aglaea as a price. Help you two mend your friendship? Sure. Help you two get together? The embarassment makes her hair stand up and her face burn.

"Cifera."

She groans, laying her head down on the table, the cap of her hoodie acting like a turtle shell over her head.

"Agy."

"Was it not enough to mend your friendship?"

Aglaea's fingers pinch the extra fabric of the cap and pull it gently, revealing her face,

"It is! I was– it's.."

"Something troubles you."

She leans back, biting the nail of her thumb,

"Amazing observation, Agy."

"It's.. I don't know.."

Cifera missed you, weirdly enough. The strange push and pull you two kept in balance – you got to her like no one else, and she got to you too. Who else knows each other more intimately than long-term "frenemies"?

It was funny she assumed you still hadn't accepted her as a friend. In actuality, you'd considered even thinking of her as more than that.

Both of them bicker a bit, and it's enough to wake you, but you stay silent.

Perhaps instead of stealing your bandaids and soda cans, she stole something much dearer?

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[sourkiki]

THE DEVIL WEARS UNIFORM. (TEASER)

SYNOPSIS: With the annual Winter Gala just around the corner, it's a must for students to bring a plus one for the event. It's also the chance for heirs, influencers and future CEOS to make headlines and names for themselves. When a scandaulous rumor erupts, involving Riki's involvement (possibly him being involved with a rival school’s heiress), his image and the Dance Club's sponsorship, is at risk. The funder threatens to pull out of funding unless he clears his name. To save himself, Riki approached you with an outrageous deal: "Pretend to be my girlfriend. We hate one another, right? So this'll be easy." You agreed nonetheless, due to personal reasons. However, things didn't go as planned and you're starting to realise this might be a bad idea. Or was it?

CONTENT: rich kids x fake dating au, college au, dancer! 西村力 x fem! reader, enemies to lovers, reader has family and personal issues, angst, hurt with comfort, tooth-rotting fluff, misconceptions of one another, lots of plot, happy ending, will add more when fic is finished.

NOTE: ngl, i didn't planned on doing a teaser but after asking some moots, i decided to do it because uh, this fic is gonna be over 10k wc! i swear im working on the jake fic guys... i swear.. anyways, send an ask off-anon or comment here to be added when the full fic is out, xoxo. don't let the teaser fool you, this fic WILL have a happy ending, trust.

It’s a well-known fact that you and Nishimura Riki are enemies. The moment you’re placed in the same room, breathing in the same air is when all hell breaks loose. Snarky remarks are ruthlessly exchanged between the two of you while you bare your teeth at one another. You’re the President of the Student Council, a role-model to the school body and in the teachers’ eyes, you are the best student they ever had. You have everything—the looks, the grades and the talent in what you do. 

Nishimura Ni-Ki, on the other hand, is the leader of the dance club. Ever since he joined, he had made names for Decelis Academy, bringing home countless trophies, way more than what could fit on the shelves for display purposes. He’s the total opposite of you—a troublemaker, known to cause trouble, leaving them behind in his trail. He’s reckless and annoyingly smug. Not to mention, he’s popular with the girls too. 

With the annual Winter Gala happening at the end of the current semester, students are required to bring a plus one to the gala. It’s a place for everyone to showcase what they are made of, to secure a spot in the corporate industry. To you, the gala is a stage for you to secure your dream career of being a lawyer. 

While you were busy running back and forth, juggling between your duties and studies, you didn’t expect for Riki to approach you out of nowhere. It happened when you were packing up for the day, ready to leave when the boy entered the council room. Unlike his signature charismatic, arrogant demeanor, he was nervous. Riki nervously fidgeted with his fingers. This was your first time seeing him acting like this, a huge difference to how he usually carries himself. 

“Riki? What brings you here?” You asked, curious. 

He raised his head, an unreadable expression on his face. “I need you to be my girlfriend. Fake girlfriend.” 

Silence. 

“What?” You gaped at him, dumbfounded. 

Riki ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair, looking stressed and more importantly: uncertain. “Look, you know about the rumor between me and Hana. There’s a chance the sponsorship for the Dance Club might be revoked and I don’t want that to happen.”

At this point, he was getting desperate. You crossed your arms, eyes focused on him. “And? How does this link to me being your fake girlfriend?”

Rki scratched the back of his neck. “It helps by getting her off my back and… you get to stop the rumors that you’re too cold to date anyone. 

You blinked. “Excuse me?” 

He winced. “Look, people love to gossip about you and me. If we date, it’s a win-win situation. You get to prove that you're not some emotionless council robot, and I get to fix my image before the sponsors pull out.”

You stared at him, stunned. “So, let me get this straight. You’re asking me to be your fake girlfriend to clean up your mess and patch my reputation at the same time?”

Riki hesitated before nodding. “Basically… yes.”

The silence stretched. 

Riki’s shoulders sagged in defeat. “You hate me, right? So, you’re not gonna fall for me. And I definitely won’t fall for you. That makes us perfect for this.” 

You wanted to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it. You wanted to mock him, taunt him about how he had shoved his pride aside to beg you for help. But the longer you looked at him, the more you could see a boy, desperate for your help. He wasn’t the annoying, smug and loud Riki anymore. 

You purse your lips. “...Fine, we’ll do this fake boyfriend girlfriend thing.” 

Riki’s face lit up like a light bulb, flashing you a boyish grin. A grin that suits him shockingly well. Well enough to make your heart flutter. “Great! Looking forward to working with you, girlfriend.” 

You can only pray that this will go well. Or else, you might lose everything. 

~ 

“You want to what?” Riki asked in disbelief, unable to believe what he just heard. 

You didn’t turn to face him. Not yet anyways. You didn’t have the courage to do so. You faced the front, choosing to stare at a random spot of the view spread out before you. A gentle gust of wind blew past your face, caressing your cheeks in a light, fleeting kiss. The moment would’ve been romantic if you didn’t break it with your words. 

“I want to break up, Riki.”

“I heard you the first time, but why? Why so sudden? We were doing well and the gala’s next Monday. You can’t enter without a date,” he replied, frustration lacing his words. 

You snapped. 

Spinning around at lightning speed, you fully faced him. Riki paused, faltering at how wrecked you looked. Your eyes were swollen, red and tears brimmed in them. Some tear droplets trickled down your face. Your fists were tightly clenched, arms trembling with barely held back self-restraint. You harshly bit down on your bottom lip. Not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to inflict pain but hard enough to ground yourself. 

“Because this is starting to feel real to me! The way you treated me, the way you looked at me, like you actually love me, is scaring me!” You exclaimed at the top of your lungs, voice cracking mid-sentence. 

Silence. 

Riki couldn’t speak. He chose to stare at you, eyes wide and jaw slackened. “(Name), I—” 

“Stop, I don’t want to listen to your excuses anymore. I told myself this was just an act from the beginning, for me to protect my reputation. The reputation that I worked blood, sweat and tears off to get to where I am. But you… you made it impossible.”

He attempted to take a step closer but you stepped back. Your action made his heart tightened, as if he was stabbed right in his chest. He curled his hands into fists. 

“So that’s it? You’re just gonna walk away? After everything we’ve been through?” 

You steadily met his gaze. “I have to. Because if I stay, I’m afraid I’ll fall deeper. And I can’t afford that. Not when I’m the only one feeling this way.”

The living room felt like a vacuum, void of any sound. The only noticeable sounds were your heavy breathing and sniffling. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, robotically grabbing your bag on the way out as you headed to the door, slipping on your shoes. 

Riki didn’t chase you. He didn’t call your name or move an inch. He merely stood there, feet rooted to the ground, watching as you stepped out of his sight—his life. As he watched you vanish, he couldn’t help but wonder if letting you go was his biggest mistake. 

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[neobunnydoy]

Deep Sleep | Jung Jaehyun (M)

You've been having trouble sleeping and jaehyun's determined to solve your problem. pairing jock! jung jaehyun x tutor! fem! reader

genre and content college au, kinda friends with benefits (?), fluff, SMUT MDNI, unprotected sex (be responsible pls), soft dom! jaehyun, pwp but with feelings

word count 3.3k

author’s note can ya’ll tell I’ve been having trouble sleeping………

The study guide laid open on the floor, your laptop screen dimming from inactivity, the only light in the room now a soft, golden glow from your desk lamp. You sat cross-legged, spine slightly hunched, a highlighter limp in your fingers. Another yawn slipped out, long and silent, your eyes blinking slowly like they had to remember how.

Jaehyun noticed.

You’d been unusually quiet tonight. No nagging. No dramatic sighs when he got an answer wrong. No sarcastic quips about how he might just fail Econ and take you down with him. Instead, you looked like you might drop dead any second.

"Baby, you okay?" he asked gently. You blinked slowly, looking up like it took effort to focus. “Yeah. Sorry. Just been having trouble sleeping lately.”

He frowned. “Why? Is there something going wrong?”

You smiled a little. Tired, but fond. He was always like this. Gentle. Curious. Even when you were just partners for a class project last semester, he’d stuck around. Jaehyun, the literal captain of the basketball team, campus heartthrob, the one whose name floated around with rumors and girls’ giggles… had somehow become your study date partner. And now your actual friend.

“It’s nothing. Just... student council stuff,” you muttered, waving it off.

His frown deepened. “Are they working you too hard again? I keep telling you, you don’t have to do everything by yourself. Can’t you just sit back and tell your minions to handle things?”

You huffed out a laugh at his expression. In his head, being the president of the student council was just you sitting at the head of the table bossing people around. Which, you guessed, some presidents probably do. But you were an overly ambitious perfectionist, and this role of yours? You took it maybe a little too seriously. So no, bossing around your “minions” was not an option. “Yeah, but still. The festival’s coming up, and it’s just a lot. Not really the work, more like… the pressure I guess. Can’t seem to turn my brain off even when I try.”

Jaehyun pouted at that, hated hearing you suffer like this. “Well you have to sleep, still.”

“I know, but I’ve tried everything....” And that, Jaehyun took as a challenge. He was always so competitive about the most trivial things, you could immediately hear the gears in his head turning.

“What about hot milk? Chamomile tea? I can go get some—”

“Tried it.”

“Okay, back to basics. Counting sheep?”

“I counted to a thousand once.”

“Scented candles? Podcasts?”

“Jaehyun.”

“Oh, what about ASMR?”

You gave him a look. Trying to tell him that there was literally nothing he could say that you hadn’t tried already.

He groaned. “Baby, come on. When was the last time you actually slept?”

You hesitated, pressing your fingers to your temple like you had to calculate. “I don’t know. Two weeks ago? I passed out after you dragged me to that charity run…”

He looked horrified. “Baby, that was almost a month ago.”

“Oh—really?” Your eyes widened. “Oh god. I… I don’t even know anymore.”

“Okay, wait, that's good. So you’re saying the marathon worked…” he said slowly, straightening. “Maybe we just gotta get your body moving.”

You gave him a blank look. “Jae, I don’t even have the energy to stand for more than 5 minutes. There’s no way I’m running another 5K.”

He sighed, recognizing the fault in his logic. He was wracking his brain again—and he was thinking so hard you almost let out a laugh. You should tell him to stop worrying. And honestly? At this point, you were convinced you were already past saving.

Then suddenly—like a light bulb went off over his head—you saw his eyes widen as he turned to you.

“Didn’t you pass out after we had sex?”

Your body froze.

Your brain literally short-circuited for a few seconds. 

He had said it so casually, like it was just another memory. Not something you’d been trying to bury in the deepest parts of your brain ever since it happened.

It had been a one-time thing. A slip. You’d both had drinks. You’d blurted out that you’d never had an orgasm before. And Jaehyun—stupidly competitive, golden-retriever Jaehyun—took it as a personal challenge.

He won.

And then neither of you brought it up again.

Until now.

“Wha—Jae. What are you even saying?”

“I’m saying,” he said matter-of-factly, “that it worked last time. You passed out like a minute after I made you come. You’re welcome by the way.” You continue staring at him, not knowing what to say. 

He smiled softly, hands patting the top of your head. “Look, I’m not saying we have to. But baby, you haven’t slept in weeks. That’s not okay. And I mean... maybe I can help.” Fuck, he’s actually serious. You were now realizing that no, you hadn’t magically fallen asleep and started dreaming. Jaehyun was actually sitting in front of you, offering to fuck you to sleep.

Was this a bad idea? Did you even have the energy to say no? You’d been desperate for the past month, trying everything to get a good night’s sleep. God knows you needed it.

But what ultimately made you actually consider it… was the way he was looking at you. He wasn’t joking or saying it to get into your pants. You could see the genuine concern, the quiet resolve. Like he would do anything for you.

You swallowed. “I mean… I—okay.”

Jaehyun’s eyebrows perked up like he didn’t expect you to agree. “Yeah?” You sighed in defeat. “At this point, I’ll try anything.”

He smiled, then stood up. “Okay. Go lay down.”

“Wait, now?” Your voice came out higher than you expected, cracking slightly at the end.

Because suddenly—it hit you. He was standing there, already tugging you gently to your feet. This is happening.

It had been literal months since you slept together. Months since you’d slept with anyone. And this wasn’t supposed to happen again.

Except now… it was.

Your thighs instinctively pressed together, the memory sending a hot, low ache right to your core. Your pulse kicked up, fluttering in your neck, in your wrists, in every inch of skin he was about to touch.

“We haven’t even finished this last chapter yet.” you continued, still trying to stall for more time.

“Baby.” He reached for your hand, gently pulling you up. “You think I can focus on test prep knowing you’re one more yawn away from a coma?”

He started guiding you to your bed. “Now be a good girl and let me put you to sleep,”

You froze.

That sentence should not make your knees weak. But it did. Badly.

You slowly sank down on your bed, eyes darting anywhere but his. Suddenly not having the courage to look up. Still shocked at how... determined he was. One thing about Jaehyun—he was competitive, and when he set his mind to something, he was going to get it done.

But you were just... nervous. And Jaehyun could read you like a book. He cupped your face, forcing you to look at him.

“Nervous?” he asked.

You nodded slightly. “It’s just… been a while.”

“That’s okay. We'll go slow, yeah?”  His voice dropped to a murmur, lips brushing against yours.

“I’ll take care of you, baby. You don’t have to do anything.”

You barely managed a breathy, “Okay…” before he gently eased you onto the bed, pressing you into the mattress with the soft weight of his body, his lips slotting over yours for the first time in months.

He kissed you like he cared. Like you mattered. His lips moved slow, his hands cradling your jaw, thumb brushing beneath your ear. His body angled over yours, coaxing you back into the pillows, one kiss after another until the tension in your chest began to unravel.

“Let me,” he whispered against your mouth, already sliding his fingers beneath the hem of your shirt. “You don’t have to lift a finger tonight, baby.”

You let out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering shut as he eased the fabric up over your waist, then higher—slow, steady, reverent. His palms grazed your sides like he was memorizing you all over again.

And when he finally pulled your shirt over your head, his breath caught. Revealing nothing underneath. 

“Knew it.”

Your cheeks flushed, chest rising with a sharp inhale. “I—It’s just… we were studying, I didn’t—”

“I know, baby” he said quickly, cutting you off, voice softer now. “I know you’re not teasing me on purpose.” He shaked his head, murmuring to himself. “You don’t even realize what you're doing to me.”

Your stomach fluttered, thighs pressing together instinctively.

Then he dipped his head and licked a slow stripe over your nipple. Your back arched with a gasp, hips twitching beneath him.

He chuckled softly against your skin, closing his mouth around you, tongue flicking before sucking gently. His free hand came up to cup your other breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak.

“Still so sensitive,” he murmured, switching sides, lips wet and warm. “Love how pretty you sound for me…”

He circled your nipple again with his tongue, and your whole body trembled in response.

"Jae—" Your fingers tangled in his hair, breath caught in your throat. Every flick of his tongue, every squeeze of his palm sent pleasure crackling down your spine. You could barely think—barely breathe—under the weight of his attention.

His mouth found your lips again as his hands slid beneath the waistband of your shorts.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” he murmured. “Just let go, yeah? Tell me if anything feels too much.”

You nodded.

His hand slipped between your thighs, his fingers sliding under the hem of your underwear, finding your clit like he’d done it a thousand times. The first touch made your whole body twitch, breath snagging hard in your throat. You didn’t even realize you were clenching your fists until you felt the sheets bunched up in your grip.

His fingers moved slow—gentle circles, featherlight touches—drawing your arousal out until your hips were tilting helplessly into every pass of his hand.

“So wet already, baby.”

Your cheeks burned. “Jae…” your voice came out breathless, cracked and needy.

He kept working you open, fingers finding its way inside you, thrusting slow and steady, never too much. Just enough to keep you hovering. Your back arched into him as his mouth returned to your neck, your hands fisting his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Doing so good for me,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses between every word. “So pretty like this, baby. So fucking soft.”

The pleasure was building too fast. Your thighs shook around his hand, hips grinding down like your body had taken over. He knew exactly what you needed—when to press harder, when to ease back. And he never once looked away from your face.

“J-Jaehyun—please—” You gasped, voice pitching when he curled his fingers just right.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he soothed. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” You couldn’t even answer.

Your body gave out first. The pleasure hit all at once—hot, sharp, and overwhelming. You came with a cry, thighs clenching, back arching as the waves of release rolled through you. Jaehyun didn’t stop—he slowed, fingers gentling, coaxing you through it as your body trembled beneath him.

Your lashes fluttered. Dazed. Breathing uneven.

“You came so fast for me, baby,” he said, voice soft as he nuzzled your cheek. “Guess you really needed that, huh?”

You let out a breathy laugh, still catching your breath, your body still tingling. But he didn’t move away. His hand slid down your side, grounding you, soothing you. Then he leaned in, pressing another kiss to your lips—slow, sweet, lingering.

“Sleepy?” he asked, lips still grazing yours.

“Yeah…” you murmured. “I think so.”

“You think so?” He leaned back with a teasing scoff. “Yeah, no. That’s not gonna cut it.” He sat up, stripping off his shirt. “Let’s make sure you pass out for real this time, yeah?”

You blinked, already flushed again as his hands slid down to tug your shorts and underwear off in one fluid motion. He tossed them to the side without looking.

“You need my dick to really knock you out, don’t you?”

The words sent a shiver down your spine.

He looked up at you, smirking.

“Is that it, baby?”

Your lips parted, but no sound came out—your brain scrambling, your body still floating.

“Say it,” he said, tone warm but firm. “Tell me what you want.”

Your throat tightened. Your heart was pounding again. He was so close—so steady, so patient—but he wasn’t going to give it to you unless you said it.

You swallowed. “Please,” you whispered.

Jaehyun leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth—slow and deliberate.

“Hmm, please what?” he asked softly, dragging his lips down to your jaw. 

You felt your whole body light up again, breath catching in your throat.

“Please… I want you,” you breathed. “Need you, Jaehyun.”

“Good girl.”

He removed the rest of his clothing, then climbed over you. His lips capturing yours in one last kiss—deep, needy, before he pulled back to look at you. 

“Deep breath, baby,” he murmured, his voice low, trying to soothe the tension that had built up in your body. “I’ve got you.”

His hand cupped your cheek as he positioned himself carefully, and then, finally, you felt him pressing slowly into you. 

You gasped, your body instinctively arching as you felt the stretch. He pulled out before thrusting himself deeper this time. You could feel every inch of him now. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you adjusted.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Jaehyun whispered, his voice tight, strained as he fought to hold himself together. “Just like that, baby… Just like that.”

He moved slowly, carefully. His thumb brushed over your ribs, his lips trailing tender kisses along your jaw, your cheek, your temple.

“You’re doing so good, baby” he breathed, his voice thick with the strain of holding back. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

“Jae—” you whimpered, voice cracking as your walls fluttered around him. “Feels so—so full…”

“I know, baby,” he murmured, voice strained. “You’re taking me so well. You’re doing so good for me.”

You clenched around him, body pulsing without meaning to, and he let out a guttural moan, jaw tightening as he tried to control himself. 

“You okay?”

You nodded, too breathless to speak, but your hands clawed at his back, and your hips lifted again, chasing his movements, begging for more.

“Use your words, baby,” he said gently, lips brushing your cheek. “Please,” you whined, eyes glassy. “Please, Jae—faster.”

That made him groan—long and low, right against your throat.

He started to move. Faster, more deliberate. Hands gripping the inside of your thigh keeping you open for him. Each roll of his hips hit that perfect spot, coaxing desperate little moans from your mouth every time he bottomed out.

“Ah—Jae—feels so good, I—” Your words tumbled out, useless, wrecked.

“I know, baby. I know. I’ve got you.” He kissed you like he was trying to steady you, but he was shaking too—cursing under his breath with every clench of your walls around him. “You feel so fucking good—fuck.”

His hand on your thigh were gripping it a little tighter, using it for leverage as he began thrusting a little harder, a little deeper.

You gasped, head falling back against the pillow. Your body was already fluttering again, overstimulated, the pleasure rising too fast.

“Shit—baby—are you gonna come again?” he rasped, eyes locked on your face.

You nodded, choking on a sob. “I can’t—can’t help it—feels s’good—” “I know,” he gasped, hips stuttering as he pressed his forehead to yours. “Let go for me, baby. I’ve got you.”

His words worked like magic. Every ounce of worry, every bit of the pressure in your chest, started to melt away. You felt the weight in your heart lift, like he was taking it off of you with each slow, precise movement.

And then, just like that, your body gave in—shuddering beneath him as the pleasure washed over you in a crashing wave.Your legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper as you shattered beneath him, body pulsing, crying out his name.

“Shit—fuck—baby—” Jaehyun choked on a moan as your walls clenched around him, dragging him straight over the edge. His rhythm faltered, muscles locking up, arms tightening around you.

He buried himself deep, hips pressed flush to yours as he came with a low, guttural sound—his release spilling inside you in hot, slow pulses.

He slowed his hips, gradually easing down, his lips ghosting over your jaw, your neck, anywhere he could reach. Your chest rose and fell, fast at first—but soon it evened out. Deepened. Your fingers went limp against his shoulder.

Jaehyun stilled.

“Baby?” he whispered, brushing his nose against your temple.

No response. Just soft, warm breath at his collarbone. Completely still.

He smiled.

You were out cold.

Carefully, like he was handling glass, Jaehyun slid out of you and gathered you into his arms. You made the tiniest sound—something like a sigh—but didn’t wake. He guided your body gently, positioning you to lie half on top of him, one arm curled around his middle, your cheek against his chest.

Then he reached for the blanket, tugging it up to your shoulders and tucking you in. His fingers brushed the damp strands of hair from your forehead, smoothing them back with quiet care.

And he just… looked at you for a moment.

You looked so peaceful. No tension in your brow. No pinched exhaustion in your features. Just… soft.

God, you were so soft.

He didn’t know exactly when he started caring about you like this. When tutoring sessions turned into late-night check-ins, or when “project partner” stopped being the only thing you were. But it happened fast. Maybe too fast. And quietly.

You made it easy.

Everyone said Jaehyun was the popular one, the guy everyone knew. But knowing someone and being known were different. Most people liked the idea of him. Liked how he looked in a jersey or how his voice sounded during a campus party.

But you?

You saw him.

Beyond the game schedules and the girls that flirted too loudly. You stayed up with him when he panicked before a test. You brought extra pens. You shared your notes. You actually gave a damn whether he passed or failed, not because it affected your grade—but because you wanted him to do well. You believed he could.

He’d never had someone like that.

Ever since he met you, he saw you doing everything for everyone. Fixing things. Helping. Showing up. You didn’t know how to stop giving. But never once had he seen you give that same effort to yourself.

Until tonight.

Until you let him take care of you—even if it was ridiculous, even if it meant getting you to sleep the only way he knew how.

Jaehyun smiled to himself, heart swelling as he looked down at you.

You were completely dead to the world, one leg tossed over his thigh, your lips parted, hair a mess, breathing slow and steady. The cutest little expression on your face—like you were finally at peace.

He brushed your cheek with the back of his knuckles, then pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Good night, baby.”

Then he wrapped both arms around you and finally—finally—closed his eyes, too.

[delavegaaaaa]

Wayne Brothers Frat AU Head Cannons

Frat House Confessional: Inspired by Real Life Events …. I should make better decisions (but here we are)

Disclaimer: light NSFW (Jason), THE AGE APPROPRIATE DAMAIN WAYNE +18, theft, arson, Wayne brother behavior, if you close your eyes it’s canon, light weed use, dark humor

Trigger Warning: Frat Boy Mentality

Jason Todd

Smokes weed but prefers blunts and joints, will pop a gummy when he wants to disappear

Majoring in biochemistry…. Claims it's totally unrelated to his obsession with things that go boom....

Loves lazy high sex

Emotionally unavailable and never with the same hookup but always respectful, might fall in love if called 'pretty boy' after three drinks

Probably not all that interested in relationships due to lack of free time

Lives off protein powder and chicken and rice

Secretly tutors struggling freshman who realize they’ve picked the wrong major

Nose pierced and wears a small hoop or diamond stud

Ears pierced and an industrial piercing in his right ear

Drives a custom 580 rubellite red metallic G-Wagon

Is God ….. of beer pong

Convinced a cop to join the party one night while Damian was being arrested

SIngs Caramel and Gethsemane by Sleep Token in the shower, obsessed with the Even In Arcadia album

Has his v-line tattooed

Introvert until two drinks in

Adds the song Blow by Kesha to party playlists, everyone blames Dick

Teaches boxing lessons part-time

Campus sweetheart, everyone loves him

Voted best smile and prettiest eyes (legend says Tim’s still salty about this)

Dick Grayson

Frat President

Organizes house fundraisers- shirtless car wash, frat brother date auction, etc

Business major with an internship at Wayne Enterprises

Keg stand champion with an undefeated title

Voted best ass in Gotham

Has a long term girlfriend since freshman year of college, relationship is built on the strength of surving multiple spring breaks together

Hosts fall tailgates for the college football team

Adds at least one Katy Perry song to the party playlists, screams teenage dream with no shame

Once made the fraternity volunteer to read to the local senoir homes

Valedictorian

Somehow convincingly challenged a cop to a keg stand contest and won; Damian got to walk free that night

Got rabies shots after removing a raccoon from Tim’s room that Damian definitely didn’t put there

Voted funniest and hottest guy on campus

Stole a rival college's mascot with Damian’s help, made the goat the house RA with a name tag that said Dr. Giggles

Attempts to do family dinners with his brothers …..

Drives a sargasso blue Defender OCTA

Tim Drake

Doesn’t know why he joined the frat

Frat Treasurer

Got so drunk at his first party freshman year and screamed every word to the song Like Whiskey by Dixon Dallas that he’s refused to join parties since

Set up cameras in shared spaces (hallways, kitchen, yard, roof etc) to turn frat life into a paid subscription show

Deans list student every semester

Majoring in software engineering with a forensic science minor

Refuses to join frat parties but always shows up to fundraisers

Hired cleaners for the house

Once hacked into the house Spotify account and played Little Einstein trap remixes during a party

Nerdy and socially awkward but actually quite popular on campus

Makes anonymous donations to the fraternity on Bruce’s behalf…. Bruce doesn’t know

Anonymously reports noise complaint when the house party hits 3 am, says “thats crazy” when told the next morning

Long term girlfriend since high school- probably the reason he hasn’t committed mass murder in the house

Drives an Air Sapphire Sedan

Voted most feared TA

Once threw a chair at someone for erasing his white board mid caffeine fueled mental breakdown

Found out a week in advance the frat was planning a surprise party for his birthday during finals and paid three Reddit users to call in bomb threats to the school

Has a secret small tattoo somewhere on his body, everyone is making bets if it’s real or not

Has his rabies shots from the raccoon incident

Banned from leaving the frat for financial reasons

Damian Wayne

A menace to the house and society

Helped Dick steal the rival schools mascot cause it was a live goat

Banned from cooking in the house after setting the stove on fire and blamed Tim

Drives a full matte black custom 550 G-Wagon

Claims to have a roster, but one steady hookup whom he brings around and insists they’re just friends

Makes insane beer pong shots- once made the winning shot after the ball bounced off Dick’s ass

Internship at Wayne Enterprises

Majoring in finance

Fights people at parties

Claims the keg beer sucks but drinks half of it

Has his nose pierced on a bet because Jason said he wouldn’t do it

Free time spent at the gym with Jason

Refuses to acknowledge the raccoon incident, won’t explain how he got a raccoon

Once stole Tim’s keys and hid them out of camera view

Discovered Tim’s camera and reality show scheme and now makes 30k a month in blackmailing fees

Steals Jason’s weed and gaslights him about it

Dyed all of Dick’s clothes pink and paid 42k to have Dick’s car repainted yellow with glitter

Argues with professors and still gets A’s

Voted Most Likely to Bite you on campus

[back2bluesidex]

From Within - JJK [Masterpost/Announcement]

Pairing: Widowed!Jungkook X Fem!Reader

Theme: Angst, pining, eventual fluff, eventual smut, arrange marriage au, bffs to strangers to lovers au. Drabble series.

Summary: When you fell in love with Jungkook, you wished for your life to turn out as one of those clichéd fairytales, where two best friends fall for each other and live happily ever after. But were you lucky enough? Probably not because you had to watch the man taking vows, kissing the love of his life and promising forever right before your eyes. Unfortunately enough, now you are having to witness him breaking down bit by bit standing at his wife's funeral.

Warnings: angst, minor character death, pining, angst, unrequited love, eventual smut. NSFW!!

Patreon Membership Exclusive Drabble Series.

A/N: I will be updating once a week. The length of each chapter will be 1k to 1.5K since it's a drabble series.

Chapter Index:-

Part one: First and second heartbreak [Posted]

Part two: The bad news [Posted]

Part three: An unexpected proposal [Posted]

Part four: The dream that you didn't dream [Posted]

Part five: Call me by that name [Posted]

Part six: The Ex returns [Posted]

Part seven: Fried rice and samgyeopsal [Posted]

Part eight: The purple glittery box [Posted]

Part nine: Confrontation and Confession [Posted]

Part ten: Best buddies forever [Posted]

Preview

Dear Jungkook, Honestly, I don’t know what to write or even how to write to you.  I don’t know how I will present this card to you, or how you will even take it. Or what will you think after reading it.  But what I know is that I love you. I have loved you for as long as I can remember. I have loved you everytime you annoyed me, teased me, protected me, held my hands, patted my head, hugged me… I have loved you from the deepest corner of my heart. And I think it’s the right time to let you know this one secret that I hid from you.  Hope you aren’t angry.  But most importantly, I hope you don’t feel pressured to say yes just because I am your bestie. I know you probably don’t feel the same and it’s okay.  But if there is even the tiniest consideration in your heart for me, not as a friend but as a partner, then please come to the park near our elementary school.  I will be waiting for an hour from the time you receive this letter.  – Xoxo Y/N. 

It was graduation day when you decided to deliver the card to your best friend. However, after the ceremony Jungkook basically vanished. 

You looked for him everywhere you could, only to find him in the annex building. 

His face was flushed, as if he was embarrassed. He was looking in every possible direction, as if to avoid the person standing right in front of him. 

Before him stood Jung Mido, a well-known figure in your university since she was the student body president. 

“Mido-ya I- uh I really like you, will you-” he got cut mid-confession as Mido rose on her feet and placed a kiss on his lips. 

Jungkook looked starstruck and so in love.

[stareiiez]

omni-invincible! civilian au is the student body president in both high school and college. he's the perfect straight A student, he makes his . . . well he makes his guardian figures proud. his parents are questionable in their whereabouts or presence in his life. he's the face on student newspapers, and the student government each year he's in school.

he's the typical ' good boy ' in public, for the eyes of the many, and the bad boy who throws killer ragers and does illegal things on the down low. just to push the label of ' promising potential prodigy' in whatever major he's studying for.

he throws parties of the century in abandoned houses, when his guardians are home, but he throws them in his modern and humble home when they're gone.

when he moves out, and lives on his own in college. there's parties every weekend. girls flock in and out of his bedroom during the highlight peak hours of his parties. yet they never seem to wipe the constant deadpan, thin mouthed expression on his pretty features.

he doesn't know he needs it now, but he needs someone like you to bring something in his life that isn't boring and repetitive. he needs someone like you who can actually make him cum buckets, and not end up faking orgasms just because a bimbo bitch won't shut the fuck up when he fucks her faster just to get her to leave.

in his mind, you frequent his thoughts. you're the face he unconsciously seeks out in the wave of grinding bodies at his parties or the waves of faces in his lecture halls. you don't know him, he doesn't know you. but he would have you on a fucking leash the moment he gets you to at least crack a smile around him; and not try to aim to get in his pants like every other girl on campus.

[asthroophile]

curtain call of the heart

i. caught in the spotlight

pairing brant x fem!reader, modern high school au, mutual pinning, childhood friends to lovers, might be ooc

(n); got inspired by ai i played with a few days ago, AND YES i couldnt help myself from writing this

summary: being friends with the theater club president means you have to accept the fact that you'll get dragged into acting in plays.

the final bell rang, its sound echoing through the hallways, marking the end of another exhausting day. students rushed out of classrooms, eager to escape into the afternoon, their voices blending into a chaotic symphony of chatter and laughter. you, however, had a mission—get to the gate before brant could catch you.

"y/n!!!" you froze. oh no. you knew that voice anywhere.

slowly, you turned around, plastering on your usual awkward smile, only to be met with brant’s ever-confident smirk. his deep teal hair was slightly tousled from the afternoon breeze, and his vibrant magenta eyes were locked onto you with that playful glint. before you could react, he grabbed your wrist.

"caught you," he teased, tightening his grip slightly. “i knew you were gonna try and skip practice today, that’s why i got here before you could disappear on me."

you sighed. typical brant. always one step ahead when it came to dragging you into social situations.

“you know I’m not even in the club, right?” you muttered, trying to tug your wrist free.

“not officially,” he corrected. “but you might as well be. you are the childhood friend of the president. and besides,”—his smirk softened into something fonder—“i like having you around.”

your stomach did a weird little flip. you ignored it, "fine,” you relented, “but i’m just sitting in the corner, not participating.” brant grinned victoriously and practically dragged you to the theater room.

—

the room was already bustling with activity. the theater club members were either warming up their voices, practicing lines, or messing around with costumes. brant led you straight to the front, where a script was conveniently waiting on the director’s chair.

“alright, guys!” he called out, instantly commanding attention. “get in position. we’re running scene 5 today.”

you sighed in relief, about to slink off to the side when—

“y/n,” brant suddenly called. you looked up warily, "come here.”

your body stiffened. “why?”

brant grabbed the script and flipped through the pages with a casual ease before turning to you with a mischievous smile.

“you’re filling in for the lead today.”

your heart stopped. “WHAT?!”

the entire club turned to look at you, murmurs breaking out among them.

brant crossed his arms. “our lead actress isn’t here, and you do know the script by heart. you’ve been sitting through our practices for weeks, y/n."

“that doesn’t mean i wanna be in it!!” you protested.

brant leaned in, lowering his voice so only you could hear. “c’mon. just for today? for me?”

you hated how that sentence made your heart skip.

“...okay,” you muttered, snatching the script from his hands. “but if i embarrass myself, i'm never speaking to you again.”

brant chuckled. “deal.”

as practice began, you could feel the nerves crawling under your skin. but brant made it easier—always patient, always guiding you through.

at some point, the scene called for him to step closer, his hand barely brushing against yours. your breath caught as you looked up at him, really looked at him.

he was too close. his voice was softer, no longer playful but filled with something… deeper.

and for a second, the lines you had rehearsed in your head disappeared.

brant’s eyes flickered with something unreadable. the room felt smaller. the audience didn’t exist. it was just the two of you.

brant stepped closer, his usual playful expression softening. "y/n…" his voice carried through the empty seats, rich with emotion. "you have no idea how much you mean to me."

your breath hitched. this wasn’t real. it was just a script. but the way he was looking at you, the intensity in his eyes—it felt real. you were so caught up in the moment that you didn't realize that the coach had come in and seen what you two were doing.

“oh my god, did i just walk in on something??”

brant immediately pulled back, clearing his throat. “it’s just practice,” he said, though the slight pink dusting his ears said otherwise.

you, on the other hand, wanted to disappear. the members exchanged looks, smirks forming on their faces.

“riiiight,” one of them teased. “looked pretty real to me." brant shot them a glare. “shut up.”

you groaned, burying your face in your hands. you were never living this down.

next: ii. lines we can't say

© asthroophile 2025 do not repost, plagiarize.

[yourtypicalhuman09]

Beyond The Bat

(Neglected reader x Yandere batfam)

Chapter 1: In The Shadows

TW!!! Cursing !!Dark AU!!

Living in the Wayne manor isn't the sweet luxurious dream you'd think it'd be, reality is in fact much crueler. For as long as I could remember I had lived in this dreary mansion, but lived isn't the word I'd use. I was more trapped here if anything. My "family", if I could even call them that, are well respected people. They're highly skilled and talented people, someone like me could only dream to be like them. I tried so hard to get close to them, I really did try, but no matter what I did nothing worked. I did everything, gymnastics, martial arts, theater, art, music, coding, dance, volleyball, cheerleading, heck I was even in the honors society. Despite being an A+ student and a role model in high society they never once went to any of my recitals, games, or showcases. I went to galas all alone, I had to deal with the sneering faces and snide remarks of high class men and woman alone since I was 8. Not very safe for a child huh? I didn't think so either but my "father" doesn't seem to care.

Nevertheless, I have no choice in this matter and it's not like life here is unbearable. Sure I get beatings and tongue lashings every now and then, but for the most part everyone in the manor tends to forget me eventually and leave me alone. It's pretty isolating but I got used to it, after all I have duties to perform. I have my job as Student council president and I don't intend to slack off. I got that job with my own blood sweat and tears and I will not let all those sleepless nights go to waste. I don't have time to wallow in self pity I have countless of students looking up to me and counting on me to do my job.

"Young master, are you okay? You seem to be staring off into space."

I looked up to our old butler, his face jaded and littered with wrinkles that seemed to contort pathetically in worry. I knew better than to accept his pity. He seems to be a wise gentle man on the outside with his elegant wardrobe, worn old body, and soft spoken demeanor, but do not be fooled. In truth, Alfred Pennyworth was a foolish coward. This was the same man who abandoned his own daughter just like my idiot of a father. I gave him a chance, but nothing's been the same since the day he accidentally called me Julia. I was nothing but a stand in for him, someone to relieve his guilt with.

"I'm fine. Don't you have something better to do? I'm sure Bruce has some kind of task for you, no need to bother yourself with my problems"

"...Very well then...Take care of yourself young master."

He clearly had something more to say but he decided to do nothing and walk away. Like I said he's a coward. Still I'm not new to disappointment, whether it's the disappointment of missed birthdays or the way they all see me as the disappointment, it's nothing I haven't experienced before. I quickly packed up my things and headed to school. Sure riding to school on an old worn out bike isn't exactly ideal, but I have to deal with what I have. Although, I do have to take some back alleys to school since I don't want anyone seeing and starting a scandal. I can already see the blaring headlines, "Daughter of Gotham's richest man caught riding to school on a beat up bicycle!". What a bunch of nosy bastards.

"Good mornin' (Y/N)!"

I turned to face the sunny senior calling my name, his unadulterated joy making him stand out in the crowd of groggy gothamites.

"Good morning Cyrus."

My crisp responses never seems to deter the boy as he continues to walk beside me chattering endlessly.

"(Y/N) I got things you asked! It's super cool what you're doing for the school, I'm so happy I get to be apart of it! If you ever need help with anything please do ask me!"

I sighed, his joyful energy was contagious. I couldn't help but crack a smile. Though it quickly disappeared as I regained my composure, but obviously not fast enough since Cyrus' joy seems to only be growing.

"Ahhhhh (Y/N) just smiled! I made the student president smile! I'm so sigma"

Here he goes again with those weird words and that cocky grin. I sighed once again, I'm too tired for this.

"Yes thank you Cyrus get to class now, I'll pick up the things I asked for after school."

"Yes ma'am!"

I watched as he playfully saluted and ran to class almost bumping into several people along the way. I facepalmed, he was such a handful but strangely I don't really mind. It's probably the lack of sleep I'll make sure to go to bed early today, for now I have to get to class myself.

Author's note: Omg chapter one is finally out! This took me a lot longer than expected but I hope it's good I went through a tiny writer's block😅. I hope you guys like Cyrus I tried to make him a silly and sunny character but trust me he'll have lore and be a much deeper character. I also tried making (Y/N)'s backstory pretty vague since they're the narrator and I figured they wouldn't like talking about it, but their lore will be revealed more throughout future chapters. Anyways as always thank you all for reading and have a good day/night!

Credits to khaer for the dividers

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[narcjsistx]

❝ 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒! ❞ smau school au, reo mikage x fem reader, in which... reo mikage, loved by everyone in the school which he proudly manages thanks to his role as president of the student council, finds himself having to chase the school delinquent, the well known y/n. but when both are seen by the vice president of the council, kagaya surimani, in a strange situation... well, the school will start talking about it, a lot

PART FOUR ; all the parts here

You close the door behind you with a loud thud, finally breathing a sigh of relief. When you look up, Reo's face is already there, glaring at you

“I wonder why I'm doing this” he says defeated, running a hand through his hair. You approach his desk, smiling victoriously "I don't know, President. But here I am" you say, clapping your hands, and he glares at you for a few more seconds before looking down, more focused on the papers on his desk "What are this?" you ask taking one, but he immediately takes it back “Didn't you say you'd be quiet?” he says a little nervously, but you shrug "I promised to stay quiet, not that I would stay still"

"The papers are for the festival. I'm starting to see how many hypothetical participants could be" he says a few minutes later, while you are lying on the sofa in his office. You sit up, walking back to his desk "Cool! Let's set off the fireworks!" you say throwing a pencil in the air, which you catch quickly. He relaxes his muscles, his gaze still fixed on the papers "They're already there. The principal has to order them, but they're on the list" he says giving you a small list, a paper that you can obviously read since he keeps others under his vision in an almost obsessive way, as if his life depended on them. The list has a lot of interesting things, things that if you stole together with Shidou and Charles would be even more fun: but saying it in front of Reo doesn't seem appropriate to you, at least now

"I was thinking... why the others members can't come in here?" you ask, placing the list on the desk, and Reo looks up for only a few seconds "It's a principal's rule. The office is mine, but only Kagaya and Nagi can enter it since they are my advisors" he says, but it seems like such a silly rule to you "It's stupid. I shouldn't be here either" you say raising an eyebrow, almost in a challenging tone "I know perfectly well. But now they told me that I'm the one who has to monitor you during your school hours. And if that means you staying here for a few hours, that's fine" he says in a more serious tone, but it's his seriousness that makes you laugh "When you talk seriously your eyebrows furrow" you say resting your elbows on the desk, your head resting on the back of your hand "Our president is so adored" you say teasing him, and he glares back at you "I can still kick you out of here" he says seriously, and seeing his eyebrows furrow again makes you think he's such a cutie

"It's a too harsh punishment for something so stupid. I paid you a compliment!" you say pointing at him, and he moves his chair back, leaving a little space between his body and the desk "Are you sure? And what could be a punishable gesture?" he asks tilting his head, perhaps a little exhausted by your behavior

You have an idea, one that Shidou advised you to do with a boy who didn't want to give you an umbrella while it was raining a few days ago. It's a bit risky, but in the end you did worse

You walk towards him, letting the space between his body and the desk be filled by your body, now with you on his lap "This. What do you think?"

Reo quickly processes the gesture, looking up only to be inches away from your smirking face as you hold yourself tightly with your hands on his shoulders "Are you crazy?" he asks stammering, his hands shaking and not knowing where to put themselves. You giggle, swaying a little "They've called me that a few times. But I don't particularly like it" you say, but because of your swinging you risk falling. You're about to fall out of the chair and his lap when his hands hold your hips, keeping you from falling, pushing you against him due to the drive to keep you up

You jump from the gesture, finding yourself practically with your face pressed against his chest, which you feel beating at impossible levels

But that's when the door opens, the soft click coming loud and clear to your ears. And his soft hands are still on you, tight and trembling

“Reo, I was wondering if for the festival you had-” says a voice you recognize, but it stops immediately: you look up only to notice Kagaya standing in the middle of the room, staring blankly and confusedly straight at you. And behind her the door, left open, gives some students the opportunity to peek in

You're definitely screwed this time.

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[orimuraa]

ㅤㅤᏪ In the midst of the crowds - Yang Jungwon

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆your high school sweetheart, yang jungwon ⨾

۶ৎ student!yang jungwon x fem student!reader ┆fluff, hs au, established relationship┆petnames, kisses┆ wc 471

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this is day 3.5 of my experiment <3 i'm still so sorry about that part 2 i made yesterday so this is to make up for that awful piece of writing 😓

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

the hallways were crowded as usual, but there was one face that stood out to you, smiling like an idiot right at you. yang jungwon’s.

you and jungwon had been dating since the start of high school and you were the couple. nothing could separate you two.

even when you got into fights and arguments, you would always find a way to make it right, working out all your issues.

he was your future.

“wonnie!!!” you whisper-shout, keeping mind that you’re still in the library. you wave him over to you, moving your backpack from the sear you were reserving just for him.

“hi baby, how was your test today?” he smiles, kissing your forehead before sitting down next to you.

“it was good, i think i did pretty well,” you think back, subconsciously puffing up your cheeks as you thought back—a habit jungwon absolutely loved about you.

“ughh, bang chan hyung keeps making me do more work,” he groans, slumping into his chair a bit.

jungwon was in the vice president in the school’s student body—bang chan being president.

“he kept giving me more and more papers to fill out…” jungwon pouts, crossing his arms and huffing out.

you chuckle at how cute he his, listening to him pout.

“if you need help, just let me know~ i can be good at student body stuff too!!” you laugh, both you and jungwon knowing very well how you are not good whatsoever with student body work.

you were an art student, spending most of your free time painting and sketching. it was kind of like your escape from the world.

the way you could draw out your emotions rather than speaking them.

jungwon knew you were never really good at fully expressing yourself and he vowed that he would help you gain that confidence and trust to talk to him.

talk to him when you were struggling, or when you were sad, or when you just needed someone there for you. he hated how you just let yourself suffer alone.

“of course, thank you baby,” he laughs, dimples peeking through his cheeks.

after another hour of studying, you and jungwon both got ready to go home, deciding that you both had done enough work for the day.

really, all you wanted right now was to go home and lay in your boyfriend’s arms for a bit, feeling safe and sound within the comfort of his embrace.

you two were made for each other. the way you could always find him in a crowd of people, always rely on him when you needed it most, always craving his love and jungwon felt the same way.

they told you nothing lasts forever. they told you that it was only a silly high school relationship.

but jungwon was your home. your person. your heart.

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