â âyour colorful secrets.â || jang wonyoung x reader fic.
â weeks after the event which you call "the weirdest thing that's ever happened all year", wonyoung approaches you about your 'strange' behavior towards her in the most 'wonyoung' way possible...
word count: 10.6k
dynamic: dom!mean girl!jang wonyoung x sub!nerd!reader.
content warnings: smut, fingering, clit play, nipple play, masturbation (for like, a minute lmao), overstimulation, mommy kink, degradation.
requested? : kind of!
a/n: well, we finally made it ya'll! đđđ i feel like i'm gonna say this about every fic i write here from now on but PHEWWW THIS QUITE LITERALLY TOOK FOREVER?? but i was more than happy to flesh this little universe out more and revisit our favorite mean girl and her awkward nerd <33 just like you guys, "magic words" is one of my favorite things that i have written so even though this kinda took me wayyy too long to finish, I WAS SO HAPPY THAT I STILL DID IT UEUEUE MEAN GIRL WONY MY BELOVED đ„șđ anyhow, i really, really hope you guys enjoy this and here's to more mean girl wonys in the future hehehe
p.s. i hope ya'll don't get bored too easily bcs wow there's a shit ton of talking in the first half of this ficâ
previous: magic words.
jang wonyoung was late.Â
to class.
which wasnât exactly all that surprising considering she thinks she can do whatever she wants. but she was never late to class. you would knowâyou were always waiting until she entered the room. it was like you were never calm until she appeared, but that was because you have had the biggest, lamest crush on her all year. even the professor took a pause when he called wonyoungâs name for attendance and nobody was there to respond with âiâm here, professor~â and a cheeky smile. you stared at the empty seat in the middle of the classroom, wonyoungâs seat, and wondered what couldâve been in her way for her toâÂ
âjust hold on for mommy, âkay?â
you dropped your pen, covering your red face with your hands. your seatmate gave you a brief look before going back to reading her notes. did you really have to think about that first thing in the morning? well, it wasnât as if it was all you have been thinking about for the past two weeks: wonyoungâs lips on yours, her hands all over you, her sweet voice soothing you, and her eyes looking at you like you were her last meal⊠you still couldnât believe that entire thing even happened!
ever since then, things have been really weird. a lot of people looked at you more when before wonyoung fucked you, you were usually ignored which you liked. and you knew everybody whispered about you and wonyoung too. neither of you were being discreet in that room in the library that day so you heard all sorts of things from your fellow students the day after. usually about how they didnât think you were that kind of girl, or how they never thought wonyoung would ever consider fucking âsomeone like youâ. see, other people would be mad if they heard some strangers say all those things about them but actually, you agreed with them.
everything about that day went against a lot of things that you thought about yourself. well, you werenât planning on staying a virgin forever but you really didnât expect for it to be taken by jang wonyoung of all people!
âcome on, baby. give me a show.â
you squeezed your thighs together, your heart hammering inside your chest. god, it almost felt like wonyoung was right up against your earâtalking to you and berating you for thinking about her 24/7 after she fucked you. you felt your core clench upon remembering how warm wonyoungâs hands were, how her fingers felt ramming inside you⊠god, you wanted it all again. but there was no way she would agree to that, right? knowing wonyoung and the kind of girl that she was, that would be the only time she would fuck you, right?
a pink jacket catches your attention, making you look up from your thighs. jang wonyoung has finally arrived. she was talking to the professor as she sat in her seat, all smiles and giggles as usual. she throws a brief glance over her shoulder, sharp eyes meeting yours. you didnât miss the way the corner of her mouth lifted up, smirking at you as she eyed you down. you didnât even know how the fuck she was able to do that within a millisecond of looking at you, but she did it anyway and it only made you squirm in your seat.
oh, how pathetic you were. youâve been feeling all sorts of things after wonyoung fucked you, but you never knew what to do about them. for now, you just wanted to get through another day of being in wonyoungâs presence despite everything thatâs happened. she hasnât spoken much to you since that day and you doubted that anything was going to changeâsheâs jang wonyoung after all. you were probably just another hook-up to her, something sheâs bound to forget about in a week or so.
(see, that was just all kinds of wrong because right at this moment, all the nosy people who were staring at wonyoung can clearly see how she spared your pitiful figure by the window little glances every other minute with a sly smile on her face. she didnât make an effort to be discreet. she never does. when jang wonyoung likes something, she is going to let people knowâshe has to! or else theyâll all just think youâre up for grabs.
no. wonyoung was going to show them only she can really pull all the nice girls in this school. especially youâ(y/n) (l/n), the campusâ adorably awkward bookworm whoâs very endearingly clumsy despite her well-put appearance. god, how wonyoung had become obsessed with you and you had absolutely no idea.
but it was more than just your character too. for a while now, actually ever since she fucked you, something about you has been bothering her mind. itâs made her unable to stop thinking about you and truthfully, it fucking pissed her off so much that she had to brainstorm a plan, a solution, for it. which became the reason why she was late today. will wonyoung actually execute it? who knows! for now, she can stare at you scribbling on your notes and laugh to herself because she knew, oh she so knew, that every time you paused, shut your eyes, and shook your headâyou were thinking about her.)
thankfully, the class ended after another hour and a half. halfway through it all, you got bored and opted to stare out the window. so much so that you didnât realize class was over until the familiar scent of money and local fame wafted into your noseâwonyoung had walked past you, and she winked at you. you found yourself freezing up in your seat, so fucking pathetic. nobody seemed to notice what wonyoung had just done which was fortunate for you! with bright red cheeks and ears, you packed up our belongings in record time and swiftly power-walked your way out of the classroom.
the attention that was put on you as you walked along the hallways of the building was annoying, for the lack of a better word. it seems like everybody was looking at you as if this was the very first instance of a loser somehow âgettingâ the popular girl to sleep with her. sometimes, you wish it never happened. as good as it felt, the aftermath was almost not worth it. youâve heard cruel things being said about you after that day and to save your enrollment, you kept yourself quiet and pretended like you were unaware. except that you werenât, so every time you make eye contact with someone and they start whispering to their friend or something, it only adds up to that pool of anger that was slowly building up from the pit of your stomach.
still, you couldnât bring yourself to blame wonyoung for it all. you were part of the act as much as she was but you also canât say that you brought all this attention and rumors to yourself. you blamed the other girlâs stupid reputation, actually. but itâs not like you can rewind time and make yourself leave that goddamn room when you thought wonyoung was never going to come. there was no point in dwelling on it now. it happened and you have to live with the consequences. being talked about isnât half as bad as the threat of your scholarship getting revoked anyway.
you were right on the other side of the building when you realized you had no idea where you wanted to go. you just wanted to get out of that classroom, away from wonyoungâs sights so she canât have you acting up in front of everybody. not that you would actually be able to make stable eye contact with her anyway. naturally, you found yourself marching towards the washroom. you were nearing to the door when you heard a few girls chattering lively.
you entered the washroom and there stood in front of the mirror were kim jiwon and shim jayoonâyour acquaintances and wonyoungâs super smart best friends from one of the science programs. they were the last people you wanted to see face-to-face and for good reason! as soon as they saw you, they squealed and grabbed your arm, yanking you to stand in front of the mirror with them. âthereâs the woman of the hour!â jiwon teased, lightly pinching your cheek.
âmore like woman of the weekâliterally nobody is shutting up about you! this must feel like heaven.â jayoon nudges your arm, firmly believing that you liked all of the attention you were getting when you really didnât. you would do anything to be invisible again.
âis this really what it feels like to be popular? i hate it,â you grumbled, earning a sigh from jayoon. âi donât know how you guys ever manage.â
âyou have an outdated opinion about all of this, baby girl! donât you like having everyoneâs eyes on you? now theyâll see how much of a pretty little thing you areâitâs great!â jiwon said. no, she was not very successful in convincing you that this wasnât the worst thing thatâs ever happened in your academic life so far. but you decided that you wouldnât fight her on it and instead, stand idly between the two girls while they gossiped and twirled and played with your hair.
you were completely signed off from the conversation; the only thing in your mind was the feeling of wonyoungâs hands in your hair while she kissed you. unconsciously, you touched your lips with your fingers. fuck.
âoh, youâve got it bad, huh?â jiwon teases.
âhey, donât blame (y/n)! wonyoungâs a good kisserâiâd miss her lips too,â jayoon sighs dreamily. then she gasps and grips your forearm tightly. âdo you want to fuck her again?â she asked with shiny eyes.
âw-what?!â
âwhereâd you get your information from, jayoon? wonyoung fucked her.â
âoh, right!â
you covered your face with your hands, âplease stop talking.â
jayoon forcefully pries your hand off your face, âlisten, gaeul-sunbae is having a party next week and weâll be there with wonyoung! you should come! weâll make sure to get you guys a room.â jayoon says with a wink. god, theyâd let the two of you fuck in a house full of your schoolmates?! that would just add onto your world of troubles.
âiâm not going to any party and iâm never sleeping with wonyoung again, okay? i justâi want this all to end. i hate it when iâm looked at.â you gently wiggled yourself out of the two girlsâ hold and once again marched towards the door.
âyou shouldnât have fucked her then.â jayoon says with a shrug as you reach for the handle, making you pause.
âshe fucked me.â you corrected your friend before swinging the door open and exiting the washroom.
âyeah jayoon get your facts straight!â you heard jiwon laugh as you bolted out of the washroom. you rolled your eyes, shaking your head, and glaring at the first person you saw in the hallway. the person in question raised an eyebrow before turning to talk with his friend, eyes lingering on your leaving figure.
gosh, this school was a nightmare.
nevertheless, you survive the long walk back to your classroom without sparing another person a glance. did you bump into people because you absolutely refused to look up? yes! did you care? not at all. it was much, much better than dealing with the scrutiny in everyoneâs eyes. apparently, sex was only a problem when the girl who wanted nothing to do with it actually did it. every time you remembered how everyone in the library looked at you after you and wonyoung left that private room, you wanted to scream. literally. all of the negative things that came after the event made you forget about the sweet stuff. like the way wonyoung insisted on driving you home, how she walked you to a bus stop when you refused to ride with her, how she patiently and wordlessly waited for your bus with you, and how she gave you a kiss on the cheek when your bus did arrive.
but what good was having wonyoungâs attention if everybody was also going to look at you, but in a worse light?
you knew it probably wasnât fair, but you grew a tiny bit of resentment towards the popular girl.
you entered your classroom after a deep breathâeyes glued to the ground and hands hidden under the straps of your backpack. it felt like you were back in high school all over again. this sucked so bad. but unfortunately, getting to your seat was only a bumpy road! all you had to do was not look up and start reading material once youâve sat down. it should be so easy. of course, fate had other ideas.
wonyoung had bumped into you while walking towards her own seat, forcing you to tear your gaze from the ground to look at her. oh, she was so prettyâno, (y/n)! âsorry.â wonyoung says with a cheeky smile. (she was excited that she finally got you to look at her. and as expectedâŠ) you blushed, merely looking away from the other girl before rushing to your seat. you heard a few giggles behind you which only confirmed your suspicionsâit was definitely planned. it didnât help that your cheeks and ears were flushed red⊠gosh, even your neck felt warm. you know what also didnât help? how wonyoungâs intense gaze didnât leave your figure for a while. you could feel her staring at you like you were some piece of meat for her to devour and you werenât even exaggerating by saying all that!
it was the same kind of look she was giving you right before she kissed you that day. despite your resistance, you met wonyoungâs stare. you noticed that she was surprised to see you raise your head, but it looked like it pleased her more than anything. wonyoung tilts her head and smiles slyly at you while her eyes travel from your hands, your exposed thighs, to your legs⊠now who knew jang wonyoung could be such a pervert? you squeezed your thighs together, glaring slightly at wonyoung who merely giggled before finally turning around and facing the front.
things like thatâwonyoungâs attention, her interest, her affectionâwere the only good to come out from that hook-up. the rest? the side-eyes, the rumors, the whispers, the unwanted popularity spike? you wanted nothing to do with it. but, again, it wasnât like you could reverse time.
so, you were going to do what youâve always been good at: hide yourself to the point of invisibility. itâs never failed you before, and it shouldnât now.
the only challenge was jang wonyoung herselfâwill she let you out of her sight?
you didnât want to think about the most obvious answer. instead, you tried your damned hardest to not think about her at all for the rest of the day. you poured all of your attention to the lectures, the coursework, and the notes. basically anything just to avoid hearing her voice in your head again. at least it wasnât as bad as the first few days after she fucked you. during those times, you quite literally replayed the entire thing in your head every minute. it wasnât surprising that you ended up failing a few small quizzes around that time.
when youâve put every belonging you had in your backpack, you practically rushed to get up from your seat and headed to the door. avoiding every eye that latched onto your figure. you successfully passed wonyoungâs seat without trouble untilâŠ
âah, (y/n)! finally, i can talk to you.â
ms. lim, the professor for your last class of the day, calls you. you turned around with a tight-lipped smile on your face, reluctantly walking closer to the teacherâs desk while most of your classmates walked out of the door. wonyoung was still in the room. she was staring. fuck, why is she always staring?!
âi wanted to thank you for all the help you gave last week for jiyoungâs little⊠âart for amateursâ club.â ms. lim sighed at the name (she has always hated it but ms. kim jiyoung, her fiancĂ©, loved it too much to change it) and smiled up at you.
âno need for thanks, maâam. i was passing by the art room that day and i just thought iâd help.â you hear a few people shuffle behind you. more students walking out. a flash of pink walks by behind you. wonyoung. you blinked and smiled at the professor, acting as normal as you could.
âif you donât mind, i need you to do another favor for me,â ms. lim opens up one of her drawers and carefully takes out a lunch bag from it. the professor smiles sheepishly at you. âi hate to ask my students to do little chores like this. but iâm going to be preoccupied with grading and lesson plans for the rest of the day and that idiot jiyoung forgot to grab her food from me.â
you chuckled lightly, âhard to imagine ms. kim of all people would forget about her food. iâll take it to her, no worries.â you carefully held the lunch bag in your hands and smiled at your professor.
âthank you, (y/n). sheâs been all over the place lately! worrying about this one special pupil of hers that sheâs practically begging to put up a piece of her work in the walls of the art building. itâs a whole thing, i wonât bore you about it. run along.â ms. lim waves you off with a laugh. you bowed to the professor before happily exiting the classroom with ms. kimâs lunch bag in hand. when you left the room, you saw that the hallways were still quite full with students lounging aboutâlooks like it wasnât going to be an easy walk to the fine arts building but oh well.
the first hurdle was squeezing through a crowd of jocks from different teams creating a ruckus in the middle of the hallway. the second struggle was nearly getting picked on by said jocks when they just so happened to notice you sneaking by. thankfully, a nice cheerleader with red hair diverted their attention so you could slip away. it was a quiet and pleasant walk along the school courtyard towards the fine arts building from there, with only the wind and soft rustling of leaves accompanying you.
the building was quiet, save for your own footsteps. usually, the hallways would be filled with sounds of casual chatter and the muffled voices of instructors and students alike. you had to say though, you much rather preferred the silence. it was comforting. you were usually surrounded with a lot of yelling, hollering, and laughing which sometimes wasnât all that bad but considering everything thatâs been happening the fast few days⊠yeah, this was preferable.
it didnât take long for you to reach ms. kimâs classroom, and there you were met with a vast empty room littered with half-finished paintings and beautiful illustrations created by the students and ms. kim herself. there was a backpack and a big canvas set near the back of the classroom but you pay it no mind. it was common for students to stay after school hours just to kill time or work on their projects. you put down the lunch bag on ms. kimâs desk, all the more ready to turn around and leave when a particular painting caught your eye.
it wasnât anything special by any means. in fact, it was buried behind more colorful paintings and you could only see half of it. you approached the painting, looking around the other canvases just to see it in full. it didnât look finished, but then again maybe that was part of the appeal. the painting was that of an arrangement of beautiful flowers in a jar, they were wilting. or maybe they were just coming to life, looking at the soft streams of sunlight that shone down on them.
regardless, you didnât have the luxury to analyze the painting any further when you heard shuffling behind you. alarmed, you turned your head quickly and⊠well, fuck.
âwonyoungâŠâ
the tall girl clad in pinks and blues smiles at you. it wasnât a very comforting smile.
âthe one and only,â well, that sounded familiar. you watched as wonyoung threads the ends of her hair using her dainty little fingers. a smirk dances on her lips while she stares you down, very much liking how she has rendered you speechless with her mere presence. a bit of a dramatic statement but it was true! âhowâd you like my work?â wonyoung asked, eyes quickly flickering over to the flower painting behind you.
you followed her stare, but quickly looked back at her in shock. âyou painted that?â you gasped.
âyou make me sound like iâm just a stupid bimbo,â wonyoung sighs dramatically. âof course, i painted it. would anyone elseâs work look as gorgeous?â âcharmingâ as ever, wonyoung flips her hair over her shoulder with a smug look on her pretty face. you turned away, very quickly rolling your eyes before settling them back on the painting. you were impressed. you wouldnât have guessed that wonyoung of all people would have that kind of talent, but then again, she is one of the class-toppers and nobody knows who she is exactly.
âitâs beautiful.â you admitted. you heard wonyoung chuckle, but she doesnât say much else. you donât look back at her, choosing to stare at her painting instead. again, something stopped you from looking further into it. wonyoung stood beside you, briefly looking at her painting with a somber look on her face before quickly covering it up with her usual cheeky, queen bitch smile. it was dead silent. did you even want to speak to her? for two weeks, youâve resented all the attention that was given to you because of her. youâve glared at the back of her head, cursed her in your mind whenever some students whispered about you⊠but somehow, youâre the one whoâs tongue-tied now that you were actually alone with her.
it was confusingâfeelings, that is. hell, the last real face-to-face interaction youâve had with her was on that day. when she kissed your cheek before you got on your bus.
âwasnât expecting you to be here, (y/n),â wonyoung unzips her pink jacket, slowly taking it off before putting it on an empty seat. you watched her from the corner of your eye, she was taking deep breaths and you could hear her. then she fixes her hair and turns around wearing a glowing smile. âbut this is just perfect.â she steps towards you and instinctively, you jolted backwards.
âi-i just dropped something off for ms. kim⊠from ms. lim, i mean. i should get going.â well, it wasnât going to be easy! what with wonyoung being inside your personal bubble and your heart beating so fast that you canât quite hear your own thoughts. it didnât help that she towered over you, and again, her perfume was a fucking weaponârendering you immobile.
âdonât be like that, (y/n). iâm upset with you.â wonyoung says with a pout. cute, but you really shouldnât let your stupid crush on her stop you from just getting the hell away! wonyoung was fascinated with the way your eyes wandered. she knew that no matter how angry you were with her, she was always going to have the same effect on you. and it was delicious. being able to have that much of an impact on someone.Â
âyou never called or texted me. i was waiting, especially after i sent you home,â wonyoung stands even closer and for a second, you actually saw some kind of emotion in her eyes. dissatisfaction, perhaps. âdidnât know you were like that, (y/n).â
âi d-didnât even think youâd want me to contact you after⊠after all of that.â
âi wouldnât have given you my number if i didnât want you begging for more of me over the phone, dumbass.â wonyoung bumps your shoulder with her own as she walks past you. the way you looked (confused and⊠so fucking stupid) mustâve made her pissed, judging by the way she started dragging her equipment around with her eyebrows furrowed and eyes glaring at you every now and then. you stood there awkwardly, fiddling with the hem of your uniform. you should really leave. you had things to do at home! this wasnât a time to waste with someone who was mad at you and someone you were mad with.
all it takes was a period of silence to remind of how much wonyoung affected your life. and suddenly all the anger was back. the longer you stood there and looked at her, the more it boiled up and threatened to tip over. but you were going to be mature. you were going to leave the classroom and go on with your life, leaving it all (wonyoung) behind.
âi have a few ideas on how you can make it up to me though.â wonyoung averts her gaze from the empty canvas in front of her to you.
given the way she was looking at youâor rather, has been looking at you, wonyoung was up to no good. and if you wanted any chance to redeem the little reputation you had in this academy, you had to be strong and not get swayed by her and her pretty little face and those soft lips and that mesmerizing pair of eyes. you shook your head, âi am not fucking with you again, wonyoung.â
the taller girl laughed, âwhat? did it look like i was going to make you do that? gee, (y/n), it takes one hook-up to corrupt you, huh?â wonyoung laughs, a smirk making its way to her face when she sees you glaring daggers at her. âyouâre going to be my muse.â she says, crossing her arms and scanning you up and down. gosh, she didnât even bother to hide the lust behind her stare⊠but you could tell that her statement wasnât a joke.
âyouâre⊠going to paint me?â you asked. wonyoung hums, staring right at you as she pulled her hair up to a ponytail, quietly anticipating your answer while you stood idly by the windows.
âonly reason iâm here is because ms. kim has been begging for me to put something of my own up in the hallways. usually i would just refuse but the ladyâs been nice to me since i stepped a foot in this school so why not? plus, whatâs a better subject than my latest and possibly most popular fling?â wonyoung gives you a very sarcastic smile that makes you roll your eyes. you seriously needed to get out of here.
you were more than ready to leave until you remembered the way wonyoungâs eyes looked when she confronted you about the silence you gave her. then a pang of guilt hits you the more you think about her actions after the two of you hooked up. the walking together, the waiting together, and the kiss on the cheek. maybe attempting to cut her off was a dick move on your partâŠ
âokay.â
wonyoungâs face visibly lights up. adorable.
âwhere do you want me?â you asked, blushing at the sight of the cute look on her face. all of your activities can wait. you wouldnât have been able to live with yourself knowing that you were potentially hurting someone. albeit unintentionally and the person in question being your best slash worst nightmare.
âjust sit in front of me and weâll figure it out from there.â and so, you and wonyoung get to work. well, of course it was mostly her doing the work while you just sat on a stool and listened carefully to whatever she told you.Â
oddly enough, the weight of her stare wasnât as intimidating or nerve-wracking like it usually was. wonyoung had a certain softness in her eyes as she studied your features closely, and every time you figured that she saw something she liked, something would sparkle behind those beautiful brown eyes. watching wonyoung in what seems to be her natural environment⊠well, âunexpectedâ would be the understatement of the year. you figured it would be parties and social clubs and outlet malls but then again, nobody really knew wonyoung.
getting so much as a glimpse of the untouchable popular girl was truly something. and despite everything thatâs happened you find yourself feeling the way you did the first time you laid eyes on her on campus during freshman year. awestruck, with your heart nearly beating out of your chest as you desperately tried to look at something that isnât her but ultimately failing. wonyoung gives you a smile, and it wasnât her usual cheeky-teasing one. she looked⊠bashful? and is that a hint of pink on her cheeks?
it was strange to see, but you ended up smiling a little at the sight of a rare cute wonyoung. the tall girlâs cheeks show a deeper shade of pink as soon as your lips curled up in a smile, making you giggle a little. not a lot of words were shared between the two of you after that as wonyoung completely immerses herself in her work. and during that entire time you just stared at her, admiring her focused state. you wondered if she was concerned at all about making a mistakeâher hand moved skillfully across the canvas with the attitude of someone that was sure about their abilities. you would hear an occasional tut partnered with a quick hum and followed by a quiet, satisfied laugh, giving you the impression that wonyoung was confident about the picture she was painting of you.
youïżœïżœve never been more curious in your life. you wanted to know how wonyoung sees you. it would be from an artistâs perspective but maybe youâll see even a spot of how wonyoung truly sees you deep inside. especially after everything that has gone down between the two of you, and especially after her reaction to you forcing yourself to forget her existence for two weeks. itâs not like you were looking for any chance of the popular girl returning your feelings, you just wanted to know if you were anything to her at all. maybe youâll get to know it here.
â(y/n),â wonyoung snaps you back into reality. she beckons you over with a proud look on her face. âcome over here. see if you like it.â
soon enough, you were standing beside wonyoung, staring at the most impressive painting in the room. it was you; sitting on that stool wearing a gentle smile, but almost half of your entire form was covered by a slightly see-through curtain and the tiniest streams of sunlight. at first glance, the painting looks incomplete or rather, abruptly finished but it looks perfect in your eyes. and on wonyoungâs eyes too, judging by the way she looked at her own work with approval.
âitâs beautiful, wonyoung.â you said with a grateful smile.
âmhm. itâs yââ wonyoung pauses, and clears her throat. âobviously.â she said, chuckling awkwardly and flipping her hair over her shoulder with less flair than usual. you did not know what the hell that was all about. (âitâs you.â wonyoung wanted to say. but she bit her tongue real quick. why? well, jang wonyoung was not one to try to woo a nerd of all things like that! but really thoughâitâs you. of course itâs beautiful.)
you were admiring the painting some more and the longer you did, the more you noticed just how many details wonyoung put into it. from the slight crinkle of your eyes while youâre smiling down to that tiny little scar you had on your right cheek. amazing.
âw-wait, youâre going to put this up in this building?â you asked, now blushing wildly. itâs not even that you were embarrassed of having your face put up in the fine hallways of this campus (there have been many instances of your face being plastered everywhere because of your very impressive achievements as an honor student). itâs the fact that wonyoung was involved in all of this that makes it all complicated.
âno.â
surprised, you looked at wonyoung with slightly widened eyes. she worked hard for this painting for the sole reason of putting it up, and now she wonât? maybe she sensed your discomfort at the thought of putting up a painting of you made by wonyoung, which you know would just repeat the never-ending nightmare of being surrounded by rumors all over again. you would ask the tall girl to give you a reason why, but you noticed that she was standing closer to you now, eyes darkened and very much drawing you in.
just like last time.
âfor my eyes only.â wonyoung says quietly. she was referring to the painting, sure, but she was looking at you the entire time. the implication makes your face heat up, and suddenly youâre finding it hard to do anything else except to just stand there. obnoxiously close to wonyoung with your eyes constantly flickering up and down from her eyes to her lips. you remember what those lips taste like, how they feel moving against yours. what you would give to feel and taste them all over again.
âi need a break,â wonyoungâs gaze pierces through your own, inviting you in. âdonât you?â
and all it took was the slightest nod of your head for wonyoung to lock your lips in a searing kiss with her own.
god, it felt like your chest collapsed within itself. your hands immediately cup wonyoungâs cheeks, and having learned a few things from the last time you kissed her, you were much, much better at keeping up with her despite your heartbeat running a mile a minute. wonyoungâs own hands were on your hips, pulling you closer until she started undoing the ribbon on your uniform. then, she unbuttoned your shirt, forcing herself out of the kiss and putting her lips on your neck as she did so. it was hard trying to keep yourself quiet with the way wonyoung nibbled and softly sucked on your skin⊠which was why you just stopped trying.
âahh⊠mhm, wonyoungâŠâ your moans were met with a hum from the taller girl, whose kisses now reached your chest.
âyou missed me, didnât you?â wonyoung whispers against your skin, leaving a mark just below your collarbone where she likes it best. she tilts her head up, lips hovering over your own, only touching slightly. âyou missed mommy?â
fuck, that was gonna do you in.
too embarrassed to truly admit it all, you nodded, which earned you a pout mixed with a glare from wonyoung. âiâm gonna let that go once. youâre lucky i missed you more.â eventually, you found your waist pressed against a lone desk while wonyoung continues to kiss you. you were topless now, what with wonyoung discarding your white shirt somewhere on the floor.
âw-what if ms. kim comes inâŠ?â you asked when you felt wonyoungâs hand sliding up your thigh. surely she wonât be as careless as last time, right? the two of you were barely hiding! the curtains didnât leave much to the imagination and the door was only halfway closed⊠if you werenât careful with your mouth, some unlucky soul passing by will catch the two of you and you really donât know if you can handle more of that. maybe you were naive to expect wonyoung to change within two weeks, because right after you asked your stupid little question, wonyoung had pulled down your panties and unclasped your bra from behind. goodness, she works fast.
the tall girl decided not to waste time and completely disregarded your question. âup.â she taps your hip, urging you to sit on top of the desk behind you. as you were getting yourself settled, wonyoung takes the opportunity to stare at you. you were as cute as everâflushed cheeks, messy hair, lips quivering, and pretty eyes glossy with anticipation, even though you tried to disguise it with uncertainty. wonyoung couldnât believe how easy it has been to knock down your defenses. she was so sure that even she, the jang wonyoung, was going to get rejected and embarrassed for the very first time in that library, given your reputation as a hardass.
but alas, she always gets what she wants in the end. as she should!
you pull wonyoung closer, eager to feel her lips on yours again. then she allows you to kiss her, doing the same exact thing as last timeâstaying still and letting you do what you want. wonyoung noticed that your kiss was softer, more careful. you were holding her face so gently, caressing her cheek with your thumb before letting your hands fall to her shoulders, giving the control back to her. it warmed her heart in a way that took her by surprise, but that was nothing compared to the pure amusement she felt when she caught you untying her ribbon.
âyouâre brave today, hm?â wonyoung whispered with a smirk. she doesnât stop you, though! she holds your stare as you let her ribbon drop to the ground, and then you start unbuttoning her shirt so excruciatingly slow. you stopped halfway through, only getting to see a little bit of wonyoungâs crimson red bra before putting your lips on her neck. and finally, for the first time, you heard her whimper.
you couldnât see it as you were busy kissing her neck, but wonyoung was a blushing mess. she never whimpers! but with your sudden courage and the way you left the softest and sweetest kisses on her neck, wonyoung couldnât hide it. âare you⊠marking me up?â wonyoung asked with a giggle.
immediately, you stopped, staring at her with half-widened eyes. âis that okayâŠ?â
wonyoung wouldâve called you stupid if the sound of her own loud heartbeat didnât render her speechless. âdonât tell me youâre going to ask for permission if you so much as want to put your hand on my waist or something.â wonyoung said. she can imagine it clearly in her head, actually! you were too polite for your own good.
âwell, consent is importantââ
âyeah, yeah. how about you use that pretty mouth of yours for something worth my time, dummy?â wonyoung urges you to kiss her again, craning her neck to give you access. and you did it happily! you were so obviously excited that even wonyoung thought it was endearing, laughing lightly as you gently sucked on her soft skin. you did that for a while. how could you stop, anyway? the mix of wonyoungâs sighs, feeling her thin, dainty fingers smoothly threading your hair, and her other hand laying still on your thigh, squeezing ever so often when you do something she likes⊠well, suffice to say that it was almost impossible to stop.
leaning back, you stare at your work. the sight of your marks on wonyoungâs neck only made your core buzz, making you not-so-subtly close your legs. wonyoung regains her composure, eyes darkened once again before she forces her legs open, one hand slowly sliding deeper up your inner thighs while the other keeps your legs apart. âsince youâve had your fun⊠naturally, itâs my turn now, correct?â and of course you were nodding your head eagerly like an obedient pet, just how she likes it.
your breath gets caught in your throat when wonyoung cups one of your breasts in her hand, her face dangerously close to the other one, more than ready to pleasure you. âi was thinking of being nice since i missed you⊠but you made me upset with your stupid tantrum over the last time we fucked,â wonyoung feigns a smile and a shiver runs down your spine. âso, to truly make it up to me⊠youâre going to take everything iâm giving to you today.â
scary. terrifying even, but how could you say no? the (y/n) of two hours ago would be really disappointed of you but fuck it. wonyoungâs got you wrapped around her finger once again and youâre going to let it happen again.
only moans escape your lips as wonyoungâs warm mouth closes around your nipple. a new sensation, and it was wonderful. you found yourself hugging wonyoungâs neck, pushing her face impossibly closer while she licked and sucked as she pleases. your cunt clenches around nothing, and you buck your hips slightly just to urge wonyoung to touch you down there even a little bit but you shouldâve expected that she wouldnât care about that. her hands were rather busy! one played with your other nipple while the other held your thigh in a grip so tight that it almost hurt.
wonyoung releases your nipple from her mouth, her lips now attacking your chest area with little bites. you werenât opposed to it. in fact, the frustrated look on wonyoungâs face was a delight to see! âshouldâve known you were going to be a pussy about it all⊠wouldnât have waited up all night for your text if i did.â wonyoung tightens her grip on your thigh, making you wince. but the pain was quickly overshadowed by pleasure as the tall girl pulled on your nipple.
âhow was i supposed to accept that you didnât want anything to do with me anymoreâŠ? you were screaming my name so sweetly in the library⊠and i was in your head after all of that, right?â wonyoung briefly lets go of your thigh to pull your hair down, forcing you to meet her eyes. âi know you did⊠in the end, the campusâ smart goody-two-shoes is just a fucking slut in the making, isnât she?â
wonyoungâs eyes shine with excitement upon seeing you look at her so desperately. she knew that youâd never take any insult if you were in your right mind⊠and it only turned her on when you said nothing to her, your head so clouded that youâd allow wonyoung to say anything she wants to you. the tall girl spreads your legs apart, staring at your glistening pussy before her hungry eyes pierce back into your own. âand to think that you wanted to leave when youâre all drenched like this! what would you have done if i let you go? surely not touch yourself,â wonyoung laughs, but it was a cold and mocking one. your cheeks flush with embarrassment since she was rightâyou canât bear to touch yourself, which is why youâre so desperate to have her fuck you already. âyou need me, and i want a pretty doll i can play with however i like. letâs help each other out, (y/n)-ah.â
wonyoung doesnât wait for you to say anything (of course she doesnât) and starts massaging your clit with her thumb. you gasped at the sensation, holding onto her arms and almost closing your legs up. you try to control your sounds this time around, all that left your mouth were the usual pathetic whimpering and panting but at least you werenât loud! wonyoung didnât like that, though. she presses her thumb harder against your clit, making you whine loudly. âthatâs more like it.â the tall girl muttered under her breath. the longer she pleasured your clit, the sooner you were losing control of yourself. and eventually you were just giving into what your body wantsâgrinding against wonyoungâs hand, pulling her closer so you can kiss herâŠ
you gasped sharply as wonyoung plunged her two fingers inside your cunt, and she was giggling at how you were wrinkling her shirt up due to how tight you were holding onto her. fuck did it feel good to be filled up. when wonyoung curls her long fingers inside you, you clamped your hand over your mouth, afraid of alerting anyone who may be lurking around. annoyed, wonyoung swats your hand away, âcome on, i donât want to punish you so early.â none of what she was saying went through to your head. and it wasnât even because you were trying to be a disobedient brat but because of her pace.
she snaps her wrist with each thrust, enough to make sure that you feel every inch of her fingers inside you before pulling out. it was hard to focus on anything, even more so when wonyoungâs pretty brown eyes were raking all over your body, getting familiar with your features once again. it wasnât everyday something catches her eye so easily, but when she entered that secluded room in the library and had the luxury of staring at you while you were asleep, she was charmed. not even she thought that she would have you on top of this table merely two weeks laterâwrithing under her touch and moaning her name, but wonyoung quite liked this outcome.
why, after you were so good for her the first time she fucked you, youâve been on her mind!
âa-ah..! wonyoungâŠâ your sweet voice snaps the tall girl back to reality. youâve completely wrapped your arms around her neck now, how precious. wonyoung puts her lips to work, wanting to taste your skin once again. and that she does! giving you kisses from your cheek, to your jawline, to the crook of your neck and all that the way down to your chest. conveniently, the desk was long enough for wonyoung to be able to pull you down so youâd be lying back comfortably. she towers above you, a grin on her lips as she watches you try to hold on to your climax.
it was so glaringly obvious that you were close. with the way your walls clenched around wonyoungâs fingers, a few more thrusts should do it. and that made wonyoung way more upset than you can imagine. there was no way you were going to make this so short, right? but she feels it. not only have you dug your nails on her free wrist trying to hold onto her, youâve also started whining very loudly. wonyoung, annoyed, wriggles out of your painful hold and shoves her thumb inside your mouth, effectively shutting you up. drool starts dripping down along your jawlineâwonyoung wasnât going to let you off easy judging by how she pressed her thumb flat and hard down on your tongue.
âweâre gonna make this last, baby,â wonyoung says. she sees the tears pooling in your eyes and it only makes her feel warm inside. she was getting so excited to have her way with you, and a few tears wouldnât stop her. âand everyoneâs going to know again. i know you donât like that but this time⊠theyâll know youâre mine.â
wonyoung didnât plan on saying that last part out loud but thankfully enough, you were way too busy moaning her name to even hear it. a knot tightens in your stomach and you gasp, the sensation becoming all too familiar with you now. wonyoung pulls her thumb out of your mouth and slowly slides a third finger inside your cuntâand then there it was.
âawwâŠâ wonyoung cooed as you came all over her hand. but she doesnât stop any of her movements. instead, she leans down, catching one of your nipples with her mouth and continuing on fingering you through your orgasm.
âf-fuck..! wonyoung, w-waitâŠ!!â you clawed helplessly at her back. amidst your hopeless whining and moaning, wonyoung just giggles. her eyes flicker up to get a brief glance of your face, her own core clenching at how tight youâve closed your eyes, how youâve bitten your lower lip to the point of it hurting. she absolutely loved getting to see you undone piece by piece⊠even more so when you allow it to happen. which is what you finally do as you bury your hands in wonyoungâs hair, pushing her further down your chest and whimpering sweetly at every flick of her tongue on your nipples.
wonyoung wasnât letting her hand rest, however. she keeps fingering you in a semi-fast pace, hoping to edge you closer to another orgasm. clearly, she was taking advantage of your dazed state and in all honesty, of her own adrenaline-driven state. in her right mind, she would have let you cum the first time and stop there since she knew you canât handle too much of what she can really give you but god⊠wonyoung just has to see you fall apart completely under her.
âsomeone learned a few things from last time, hm?â wonyoung teased as she gently massaged your clit in circles with her thumb. âyouâre taking it so well. good.â
you gasped loudly as she plunges her fingers knuckle-deep inside your walls again, now thrusting faster than ever. wonyoung completely gets lost at the feeling of your warmth around her fingers. with her towering above you, she was distracting enough for your mind to wander elsewhere. every so often youâd notice the way she slightly bit her lower lip, whimper quietly, and huff as she fucked you⊠and as your eyes trail down lower (as low as you could, anyway), you saw that the tall girl had been clenching her thighs together. gods, wonyoung looked so hot being desperate like this.
it made you blush, how much she wanted to feel as good as she was making you feel good. next time, you are going to make sure to return the favor. it was what she deserves, as much of a pain in the ass she was.
âare you okay, (y/n)âŠ?â wonyoung, concerned that you have spaced out, asked. her thrusts have slowed and her eyes are now softer.
you nodded meekly, âyes, mommy.â the nickname slipped out so naturally that it caught wonyoung off guard. and was she⊠blushing? flustered, even?
(wonyoung wouldnât even know where to start if someone were to ask about the hold you have on her. it almost sucks that you donât know about it, but wonyoungâs pride wouldnât let her admit it outright. not yet, anyway.)
âweâre almost done.â wonyoung regains her composure. she completely pins one of your wrists down with her free hand, the other ramming inside your walls out of control, and her forehead nearly touching yours while you moaned helplessly. with your one hand, you clutched the edge of the desk, refusing to hurt wonyoung any further because you knew you would make her blood had you decided to hold onto her with the way she was abusing your pussy. wonyoung chuckles slightly at how smoothly her fingers went in and out of youâher hand was completely drenched in your cum and wetness. she was practically drooling at the thought of getting to taste you.
wonyoung would rather do it from the source, but she knew you wouldnât be able to handle her mouth. not at this state. and not with all the things she wants to do to you with her tongue alone.
she feels you clenching around her again, and she watches as tears squeeze out of your eyes. she kisses them away, whispering some comforting words in your ear before she thrusts her fingers knuckle-deep inside you. wonyoung intertwines your fingers since she knew youâd need it as you came all over her hand once again. unlike last time, wonyoung makes sure her hand is still, only pulling out as youâve started to calm down a little. your eyes wandered all over the ceiling, still trying to get a sense of things. you could feel wonyoungâs eyes on you though, but you couldnât tell what she was doing.
so âsurprisedâ would be an understatement when you feel her clothed, wet cunt pressed against your knee. wonyoung smiles bashfully as she slightly grinds her clit on your knee. hell, she nearly fucked you into unconsciousnessâshe shouldnât have anything to be afraid of doing now. even if she has to become this spectacle for you.
âj-just need to⊠do something about this.â wonyoung says. her voice was a bit higher from her whines, obviously feeling so good that she canât help but show this new side of herself. underneath her, you were a bit rattled but completely flustered and quite confused as to what you should do. not that you could do anything, anyway. you couldnât really feel your legs and your head was still getting itself situated. you were basically watching wonyoung grind herself into you⊠and it was heaven.
wonyoung meets your stare and grins, âliking the show, babe?â she teased. she giggled when you covered your face with your other hand, you were so red. but you were brazen enough to raise your knee slightly and pressed it against her clit, making her moan out loud for the first time. a smile of satisfaction spreads on your faceâyou finally heard wonyoung make that kind of sound!
âcheeky little doll.â wonyoung says before leaning down and kissing you. she stops her grinding, having had enough for now and slowly pulls you to sit up, carefully.
much like the last time this happened, nothing much was said afterwards. you were merely hugging wonyoung while you recovered, and youâd smile every time you felt her leave feathery-light kisses across your shoulder and draw random circles on your lower back. wonyoung allowed you to hold her for as long as you needed, never worrying about how the sky has turned orange or the supposed project she was assigned to start today for ms. kim. a gust of wind seeps through the slightly open windows and you shiver.Â
finally, wonyoung pulled away. âletâs get you dressed up. ms. kim should be on her way anyway.â she helps you stand on both feet and picks up the random pieces of clothing scattered around the area, almost scolding herself for throwing them around haphazardly. wonyoung was the one who buttons up your shirt, makes sure your skirt is all nice and tidy, ties up your ribbon perfectly, and styles your hair as if it was never a mess. and then she decides that you would look cute with a bit of lip tintâbut also because you needed a good excuse to give people if they so happen to ask you why your lips were so red and fucked up.
you stayed still as wonyoung dolled you up. it was strange though, because at this point, she has fucked you three times and youâve bravely looked at her in the eye then but now you canât. every time her eyes flicker over to yours, you blink and set them elsewhere. you canât tell her about how your pussy clenches under her gaze. you canât tell her that if she does something so simple as this, helping a fellow girl to look presentable, it turns you on. and it probably wasnât even because nice-and-friendly wonyoung was a rarity! it was because of that damn crush. and how you can still feel her hands all over you but ugh, youâre so tired of coming to that conclusion.Â
you get it: you are morbidly obsessed with how wonyoung makes you feel! god, can i be any more pathetic?
âyouâll text me this time, right?â wonyoung asks after she is done. she has also gotten herself look as perfect as she always does.Â
âi canât exactly escape you now, can i?â
âmhm! glad youâre aware of that.â wonyoung puts on an exaggerated smile, but really, she was excited.Â
you then pulled out your phone and sent wonyoung a simple âhiâ text message. âthere. happy?â you mimicked her fake smile.
âecstatic, actually.â wonyoung replied with a straight face as she stared blankly at your useless message. she saves your number and suddenly snaps a quick photo of you without warning, setting it as her contact photo for you. when you tried to sneak a peek, wonyoung moved away from you with a laugh, and saved your name as âdumâ on her phone, even waving it all over your face and laughing even more at your disgruntled reaction. how mature⊠and endearing.
when silence started to fill the air, you almost wanted to ask wonyoung a few things about this whole⊠thing. whatever it was. as much as you liked the whole doll talk earlier, you didnât exactly understand it. were the two of you going to be friends-with-benefits now? well, more like barely-acquaintances-with-benefits. was wonyoung going to make a habit of cornering you at some isolated place and fuck you? because really, youâd prefer a small warning before she starts using you. confused as you were, you didnât let a word slip. you just stood there, watching wonyoung as she put up an empty canvas on the easel.
âis it okay if i rest for a bit before leaving?â you asked in a quiet voice. wonyoung nods as she pulls her hair up for a half-ponytail, only briefly looking at your figure as you walk past her to sit on the instructorâs chair at the front of the classroom.
âiâd insist on taking you home but you seem to adore public transportation.â wonyoung quipped from behind her canvas.
âyouâd only find some excuse to touch me again in your car so yes, maybe i prefer taking the bus rather than that.â you replied. attempting to avoid thinking about wonyoungâs hands all over you while you sat on the passenger seat of her car was futile, thank goodness she was focused on whatever project she was working on.
âthanks for the idea.â oh you just knew wonyoung had a stupid smile on her face thinking about it all. that pervert!
although you would be lying if you said you werenât into the idea, but that was something the two of you should save for much, much later.
for the rest of your time there, you merely sat on ms. kimâs chair. sometimes you watched wonyoung even though you couldnât see much of her face. occasionally, however, she would peek from above the canvas to check on you and you wouldnât look away like you usually would. you would hold her gaze, smiling softly before gazing at the setting sun outside. the only thing that was on your mind was how everything has changed now. whether it was for the better or for worse, you couldnât tell yet.
there was no use dwelling on it. you simply have to see where things go. one thing was for sure though: jang wonyoung wasnât going to be out of your life so easily.
you pondered on that chair for a while before you finally decided to leave. you promised wonyoung that you would text her as soon as you got home, and you knew that even though she barely gave you a glance since she was so focused, she was happy that you promised that. while you headed for the door, you felt wonyoungâs eyes follow you until you were completely gone. but even as you walked through the empty hallways once again the hair on the back of your neck stood on end and you found yourself stopping in your tracks completely on top of a flight of stairs.
âthat⊠really all just happened. again.â you mumbled. ugh, your ears felt hot. your cheeks too. matter of fact, your entire body was just warm.
âwhat happened?â a chipper voice nearly makes you jump out of your skin. ms. kim has suddenly appeared beside you. you hadnât noticed that she was already there when you turned to the corner.
âo-oh! ms. kim, hello,â you greeted, hand clutching your chest. âah, right. i dropped off your lunch bag. ms. lim said you forgot it earlier.â
âreally? thank you, (y/n). she must be very busy if she couldnât visit me herself. iâll make sure to tell her that you did well delivering my food.â the art teacher pats your shoulder. her smile was striking and infectiousâno wonder ms. lim always looked so lovesick around her!
âno need. itâs no problem at all,â you glanced at the giant clock on the other side of the wall and felt panic rise from the bottom of your stomach. âmy bus should be making its way to the stop now. have a good day, ms. kim!â and so you were off to running as fast as you could to catch your ride, leaving the art teacher baffled but quite amused at the stairs.
ânever seen (y/n) a bit loose in the head like that before.â
inside the art room, wonyoung has gotten busy. the tiniest specks of paint decorated her face, her hands had become quite the mess but what mattered was the picture she was creating. she was quite surprised with herself. only earlier did she feel that familiar rush of creating something with efficiencyâwhen she was painting you. she was feeling it again, and it was great. it has been quite some time before she felt that rush. as rich her mind was with concepts, wonyoung found it hard to materialize them in a painting for some reason. maybe she was just lazy. maybe the pictures in her head just werenât clear enough.
but somehow you of all peopleâof all things, reallyâmade it all so very clear.
âah, the things a good pussy does to the human mind.â wonyoung laughs at her own words. she couldnât wait to bother you all night long later.
âi knew it!â
once again, ms. kim has surprised a student. fortunately enough, wonyoung didnât make a mistake and only flinched slightly. âhello, ms. kim.â the tall girl greeted. she doesnât take her eyes off her canvas since she knew that the teacher was already sauntering towards her with that contagious energy she always has.
âwow. i half expected you to be struggling for inspiration as usual but you actually got somewhere!â ms. kim pats wonyoungâs head, very much satisfied at wonyoungâs progress with her work. oddly enough, wonyoung found herself blushing deeply letting ms. kim look at a personal piece from her so freely. not that she gave a fuck about keeping up her reputation even with the teachers, but jang wonyoung was nothing if not so stubbornly prideful.
because no! she cannot bear being teased about painting (y/n) (l/n) for the second time in the same day!
âis thatâŠâ
wonyoungâs blush get deeper. here it comes.
âshe did say she came by this room⊠i see!â ms. kim laughs and nudges wonyoungâs arm, teasing the girl as if she was some kid who was having a crush for the first time in her life. incorrect, by the way! because jang wonyoung doesnât do crushes.Â
the art teacher leans back and allows herself to fully take in her studentâs work. it was a beautiful painting of you, surrounded by orange and yellow colors, looking lost in thought as you gazed out the window. your face was slightly obscured by the curtain, similar to the previous painting of you that she has done. perhaps a clue as to how wonyoung truly sees you.
ânever thought youâd want a muse, wonyoung! but sheâs not just that, is she?â
wonyoung settles her palette and paintbrush on an empty stool, exhaling and stretching her sore shoulders. now, she wasnât the one getting fucked but damn, did you exhaust her too! it was in the good way at least, so wonyoung canât really be mad at you. with you in her sick little head, wonyoung offers a mischievous smile to her teacher, âmy cute little secret is what she is.â
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