#academic rivals
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Petty? Pretty.
Kim Chaewon x M Reader | 🔞 Smut
[Enemies to Lovers, Academic Rivals, Fake Dating]
Word Count: 5,385
You sighed as you put the pen down at the table. It was your final exam for the year, meaning that all your hard work has officially paid off. The projects you made were certainly extraordinary, definitely leagues apart for the company you were in. However, the pressure of coming in second was like a pump shotgun being shot into the back of your head multiple times. You know, you cannot let Chaewon win again this year.
Of course, Kim Chaewon. The school's greatest academe mind since, ever. Always getting the top grades, the top approval, and all the top boys. The latter which, you really didn't care for. But she had the run of the mill, taking the best with her for her own pleasure. Stories and rumors of her taking the university's quarterback spread around like wildfire. She'd deny it, but everyone knew otherwise.
You roamed around the halls in deep thought, the heavy weight of your books in your hand was very aching, but you were close to dumping them into your locker.
"Finally..." You sighed after arriving at your locker and opening the combination, and only then dumping the books inside.
Vacation was on your mind, but you knew the year isn't over yet. A familiar scent was on your tail, and you knew exactly who wears that specific perfume in your school.
Turning around, you found the academic goddess herself, standing beside you with her bag slinging by her side and giving you a stare. "I hope you did better than you did last year, it was almost too easy for me to beat you." Chaewon said, confidently and with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes at her and crossed your arms, "I've had enough of your gloating, Kim. You're an egomaniac and you really need to get yourself checked before you break down once you see I did better than you."
"Big talk for someone who's only ever beaten me once, in a team debate, no less." Her voice pierced through your heart, and it did hurt. Sure, you did never beat her one on one, but you fought her so hard that you'd get recognized and put in the same conversations as her name did.
"What do you want, Kim? Are you just going to ogle your tits in front of me? Because let's be real, I wouldn't fuck you in a million years." She just chuckled at the statement and gave your crotch a light tap using her wrist.
"Trust me, I wouldn't fuck you in a million years too. But there is something I need." That was when you just smiled at her and closed your locker before walking away from her.
Chaewon panicked and followed your pace, keeping up by your side. "H-hey, I just said I need your help!" You waved her off before she grabbed your wrist and sped up to drag you away from the halls and into an empty area away from the students.
"Listen, I know we've had our differences but this is about prom." At this point was already looking at you like she made up her mind and she will do everything to convince you.
You sighed. "Let me guess, you want me to go with you to the prom?"
"Yes."
"I don't think we should, Chaewon."
"But we could win prom king and queen."
"Does that even matter?"
"If it means beating Yunjin and her very clingy boyfriend, yes."
You just stared into her eyes after that quick exchange, but you knew how insufferable the school couple was. They were everywhere, being flirty and just rubbing it in people's noses. It was a sight.
Pacing around the room and opening a window, it was easy to see that this was an opportunity to get your name trending again. But was it worth it when Chaewon's name is going to be beside yours?
"Okay, but I will dictate the ground rules. You will wear a black dress, you will do the talking, telling people that we got together recently and that you were the first to fall for me." Chaewon just looked at you angrily while the demands were being listed.
"Ugh, fine. I'll pay that price just to stick it to her. Just see how she likes it." She may hate you, but she really doesn't like being upstaged, and unfortunately for Yunjin, she got in the way.
A quick thought entered your mind. "Oh and one more thing," Chaewon turned around. "... You're not allowed to fall in love with me."
She just smiled, "Won't be a problem, I'll see you at my place then. Don't forget to bring flowers. Ciao~" She said as she left the vicinity. You were left standing there with nothing but your bag in hand, and shortly afterwards you went home.
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The drive to Chaewon's was fast, thanks to the traffic not holding people up. Her apartment was still 3 floors up, so you had to climb up the flgiht of stairs to reach her door and give her a knock.
"God why did I listen to her..." You whisper to yourself while holding a bouquet of flowers in your hand as your cheeks fill with a red blush.
Chaewon opened the door and gave you a judging smirk. "For once, you finally listen to me huh?"
Embarrassed, you just looked away and handed her the flowers, which she gladly took and had a whiff of them. "They're pretty, okay? Don't be too shy, you're acting like this is real." She giggled as she went down the stairs waiting for you.
You opened the door for her, and she went inside without a word. You breathed out a sigh of relief and went back inside the driver's seat and started driving.
It was mostly a silent trip, neither even giving each other exchanging hi's and just humming to the song playing on the radio. It was nerve-wracking for you, as she can just say anything crazy in a second.
But then you heard a sweet and soft voice speak, it was soothing to the ear and yet you know Chaewon is never this soft and sweet. "So, this is it. Time to act flirty, you'll take care of me right?" You just nodded at her, "Just behave like a good girl and we'll win your petty prize." Getting out of the car and you open the door and take her hand before guiding her inside the venue.
The vibe around the prom was magnificent. It was themed as a romantic getaway, with beach designs and a drawing of a sunset as the backdrop for the stage. You can only look around as the people start filling in the place and you stare at Chaewon.
You weren't kidding yourself, she was looking spectacular. She left the flowers in the car but even with just one flower tucked on her ear, just looking at her makes your heart skip a beat.
You found some seats for you and Chaewon to sit in, it was in plain sight so everyone could see that the two of you are in this prom together. You put your arm around Chaewon and she gladly put her hands on your inner thigh, dangerously close to your crotch.
"Dangerous game you're playing here. Be careful not to touch anything." You gulp as you say those words.
You only heard a small chuckle as she whispered, "Try not to get hard okay? We don't want you going in the bathroom leaving me out here don't we?" She sure has her way of being very provocative.
Yunjin and her boyfriend finally showed up, dressed perfectly to compliment each other's styles. Everyone was astounded at their sight, looking like the royal couple, everyone was reminded of who they really are.
The grunt Chaewon releases between her lips was pretty cute, she was angry, but most of all she was very petty. "Okay, time to turn up the heat." Those were the last words you heard before you felt her lips crash into yours.
Her kiss felt like floating in space freely. It felt freeing and wonderful. Next thing you know, you were making out with your rival and the event hasn't even begun. You could get lost in this feeling forever, and you wanted to stay in this moment. Somehow, someway, Kim Chaewon is a perfect match for you. The way she holds you, the way she wraps her hands around you, it is truly something worthwhile.
These thoughts were interrupted by the sound of loud music entering your ears once you realize she let go. "...What the fuck was that for?" was all you can conjure up for your first, and possible the best kiss of your life.
"Gotta show them who's boss. And right now, we have the mental advantage. Everyone's looking at us right now." You did look around to see them whispering and muttering to each other about what they saw, even Yunjin was perplexed when she took her seat nearby.
"If this doesn't end in sex, i'm dropping you off the side of the highway." You claimed jokingly.
"Ha! As if you'd actually want to fuck me."
"With a kiss like that, now I know why all the boys want you."
"Is that a fact?"
"Oh shut up, i'm giving you a genuine compliment." Chaewon smiles after hearing that and gives you another kiss. This time, it's even more passionate. Your pants were starting to tighten and it got really, really heated. You knew you had to get some food to calm yourself down before your primal instincts take over and bend her down the table and fuck her brains out.
Once you broke the kiss, you asked her. "Do you want me to get you a plate or no?"
"Okay, boyfriend. Go get me a plate." She hit your balls again as you stood up and you lightly kicked at her feet before walking towards the catering.
Right now, you didn't give a shit about the deal you made. It doesn't matter whether you win prom king and queen, because pretending to be her partner was already a thin line to walk on, but now that she's being very playful and teasing you to great extent, you might not last the night.
You got her the plate, and you sat back down next to her. Before she could even mutter a word you just dug into the food. Thankfully she didn't say anything and just ate.
Thank god no one bothered you two, just having people pass by and smile or even give a simple wave is enough. Chaewon was a tiger in academics but socially, she is so much worse. There's a reason she doesn't have a clique, or even a best friend. She just preferred studying and going at it alone. Even with projects, you saw firsthand how she asked the professors if she could do it alone. She was granted her wishes, and she's done better than all of them. You were no slouch of course but, you're not insane enough to do group work solo.
"Let's go dance. We need to be as cute as we can." She said as she put down her fork and wiped her lips with a tissue.
"Don't fucking tap my balls again, you stand up first." Chaewon nodded and stood up, waiting for you to join her.
Taking her hand, you guided her to the dance floor and thankfully, the music was set low. There were a few people on the floor including the royal couple but the spotlight was on you. Nobody thought the two best minds in the entire university would be on good terms, let alone dating.
Chaewon did her best to act as subby as possible, knowing that it was her best chance to win those votes. She smiled, giggled at your jokes and even started talking to the other students on the dance floor while you roamed her around in the dance. If this was the Chaewon you saw in school everyday, you might've just fallen for her instantly.
"Hey, look at me for a while would you?" You said as you grabbed her chin and made her face you.
"What do you want? I'm trying to win us some favor here..." She said in a quiet but rage-filled voice.
"Is it so bad for a couple to actually look at each other and talk? Come on, you know better than that."
Chaewon just nodded and looked at you. Your heart melted through every wall you ever put up once she did. How in the hell are you falling for Chaewon? You know how she is. You know every dirty tactic and every move she's done to you. You hated how she tapped your balls everytime she found an opening. You hated the way she liked other boys. You hated it when you found out she was absent for a week due to a fever. You hated missing her. You hated falling for her at every step of the way.
Chaewon yelped when you firmly grabbed her waist, pulled her close and straightened her hair out behind her ear. "If you're gonna kiss me, I'd do it that way too."
You ignored her words and just kissed her. You didn't care if everyone was watching, you didn't care if anyone actually wanted to see it. All you wanted to do was kiss your rival. The rival you desperately tried to hate because you knew she'd never love you. The rival you never asked out because she was too busy studying her tits out. The rival you only ever loved.
As you let the kiss go, Chaewon stared at you for a moment. She immediately let that go and went back to being the same Chaewon you know. For that night, she belonged to you. And you took full advantage of that fact. You ate, you danced, you loved. It was all you could think about for the rest of the night.
It was over soon enough, and you remembered why you were there in the first place. You breathed in heavily and made Chaewon put her arm around your waist as you waited for the announcements. You didn't even listen to the announcement, all you did was feel her touches and let her hear the names she wanted to being called. Next thing you know, you were up there with her, taking a ribbon and a crown. It was pretty funny looking, but seeing Chaewon's face light up is a pretty good sight. You smiled at the crowd and thanked them for the vote.
This was when Chaewon broke free. She let you go and went to the car so she could celebrate her victory. You followed suit and went back in your car.
"Well, i've had my fill of achievements for the day. Take me home." You just nodded and drove. It was a pretty slow night drive. You didn't go over 40, mostly because you just wanted to enjoy her company more.
"That's all you wanted? Seems pretty shallow to go through all that trouble." You said.
"Then I'm shallow. All I care about is that I am on top again." Spoken as softly as she could.
"You do realize we're gonna have to break up during the summer right? I can't fake date you forever."
"Then let's break up."
"Fine."
"Fine." She just crossed her arms and sat on the passenger's seat and stayed quiet.
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You parked your car in the back, you wanted to clear your head space once you drop her off back at her door but you just stayed in the car first, and so did she.
The crickets chirping made the deafening sound of night feel, not so deafening. You took time to process everything that happened in there, and you looked at Chaewon, who seems to be doing the same thing.
"Hey, can I see your cock?"
"What the fuck, Chaewon?"
"Don't be a fucking pussy about it."
"I'm not in the mood."
"Why not?"
"Because... because I'm not sure if I like you or not."
"What?" Her eyes grew wider as you dropped those words.
"Just... let me think, okay? You were out here all night flirting with me like... it felt real chaewon. It felt real, all of it."
"You don't have to think about it..."
"Oh so now you're trying to restrict my thoughts of you? Don't play games with me Chaewon."
"I'm not!"
"Then why—"
"Just listen to me! You boar-headed dipshit! I like you too! Okay?! Is that enough?!"
You two just looked at each other with your eyebrows furrowed and neither of you were able to land a word after she confessed her feelings to you.
"I like you too. I didn't want to, but I like you! Get that through your thick fucking skull." She said angrily.
It was a lot to process. You both broke the rule of not falling for the other. And now you are at each other's throats because you both were confused and angry that the person both of you were trying to beat at every turn, was someone you actually were into.
If academics didn't mean a thing, you two would probably have hit it off at some point. But unfortunately, that pressure got to you both. For the first time, the weight of that pressure was actually lifted and you could only breathe out a strong, relieving sigh.
"Damn your kisses, Chaewon." You joked.
"Oh boo-hoo." She went for you and kissed you again. This time climbing out of her chair and sitting on your lap. This time, the kiss was different. It was more carnal than romantic. There was more tongue involved as you swing yours with hers and intertwined then as the shared kiss continued.
You grabbed her waist, and slowly reached out those hands into her ass. She gave out a lot moan and adjusted her position so you have full access to her plump, round ass.
She leaned her kisses towards your cheek and towards your ear, where you can hear every small moan and whimper she lets out of her mouth.
The hands you had around her ass were fondling them and enjoying the soft cushions they gave you. Chaewon was already getting wet, but you have yet to know that. You didn't want to go over what she considers her boundaries so you didn't move a muscle.
She felt your cock under her getting bigger and she just looked into your eyes. "Hey... we should take this inside."
You nodded and opened the door so she can climb out. You followed her and locked your car before heading up those dreaded stairs to her door. Once the two of you get there, she immediately opened it with her keys and dragged you inside by your collar.
It only took a shut of the door for her to throw herself at you with another kiss, jumping into your arms so your hands can carry her thighs as she wrapped her legs around you.
"Fuck..." you could only mutter as she rained down heavy kisses on your lips, your ears, and even your neck. It seemed like she knew what she was doing, and for your virgin ass, you went along for the ride.
"Take me to my bed. And take that goddamn suit off already."
"Yes, baby." You dragged your feet through the room and plopped her down the bed. You untied your necktie and threw it across the room. She kneeled on the bed as you stood over her, and she grabbed your polo and unbuttoned each and every single one while giving you the hungriest look a horny woman can give.
It was obvious she was having fun playing this game, and it felt like hell for you. Your cock was twitching in your pants and it started to hurt. She noticed you wincing and took off the polo before unbuckling the belt in your pants.
Her head was dangerously close to your cock and your hand moved itself to brush her hair and hold it down to your crotch, which was her eye-level. She pulled it all down and your cock sprung to hit her nose.
"Ow..." she said as she grabbed the hard cock in her hands, smiling.
"Your hands are pretty nice..."
"It fits your cock really well." She giggled and hummed as she dragged her hand down the length of your cock as you moan out quietly. She knew not to put too much pressure and she knew the perfect way to touch your cock and give you the pleasure your body is used to.
All you could do was grab her hair and turn it into a makeshift ponytail, where she smirked. "You know what it means when a guy does that to a girl right?"
"I think so. Do I get a guess?"
"No. You just get to feel your consequences." Her lips enveloped itself around the head of your cock, and the heat from her mouth makes you hold on the ponytail tighter.
She looks up at you as she takes your cock in painfully slow, licking along the way. You were panicking as the pleasure was getting too much for you, and Chaewon was just getting started. You didn't want to be a 10-second wonder.
She kept working around your cock, drenching it in her spit and sucking it like it was her final project. She's making sure it felt perfect.
Your legs were shaking at this point, your cheeks turning red at the possibility of you not being able to control yourself and not cum in her mouth. These sensations got you to let her hair go and put your hand on the wall nearby so you won't fall down.
Chaewon dragged her mouth down to the last inch of your cock, and tightly pulled out giving your cock a light lick at the end before she sat up and looked at you. "You're gonna cum, aren't you?"
"I'm trying so hard not to." You decided to be honest with her.
She pulled your waist down so you're sitting beside her. She gave you a smile and said, "Cum inside my mouth. I really want to know how nerd tastes." She giggled as she went down on your cock again, not holding out anymore and giving you the most sloppy and disgustingly heavenly blowjob you've ever had.
Her tongue was circling around your length as she bobbed her head up and down. You couldn't even speak due to how good she was sucking your cock. All you could do was grip her sheets and moan out her name again and again.
Her lips kissed your underside, and her free hand gave your balls some love, fondling them. She took your cock inside again and deepthroated every inch you can give her.
She was blushing. She enjoyed sucking cock, especially if that cock belonged to someone she knew on a personal level from many years ago. Sure, it was all on hatred, but she knew you better than anyone, and that turned her on even more.
Your cock was twitching in her mouth, she knew you weren't gonna last longer, so she pumped and sucked and the same time, and that was all it took for you to explode.
"M-ngmhHgh! Chaewon...! mmgh! fuck!" That was the most coherent sentence you can come up with while your body was in ecstacy. Orgasming to the point not even you have reached before.
Her mouth stayed where it was, your cum filling her cheeks as she swallowed each strand of cum, one stroke after another.
When she was done, she sucked your cock to clean it, and wiped her lips off before laughing.
"Nerd doesn't really taste different from jock. But I gotta say, your cock was so much cleaner and doesn't smell as bad."
"That's supposed to make me feel better?"
"Yeah, no one sucks cock better than me."
You sat up and put a hand around her thigh. "So, what's next?"
She smiled as she pushed you down, "You're the first guy to ask for what I want."
You turned your head to look at her and she was taking off her dress, and you were watching her show off her body to you.
You were blushing but the next thing you see was her towering over you, and you get a VIP look of her beautiful pussy. It was shaven, it was perfect, and you wanted a piece.
Your mouth opened and she smiled before lowering herself down to you and sitting down on your face. She grinded slowly as you moved your tongue to eat her pussy out.
Her taste was a new sensation to you. The first time you've ever ate pussy, and you're already getting addicted to her taste. She was sweating and that only added to the tang of her flavor, you dug your tongue deep in her folds.
Your tongue found her hole opening up and you slid it in. "Oh..! Good boy... that's a good boy..." Chaewon muttered while hissing and holding on to your hair.
You closed your eyes and moved you head to tongue fuck her, as she moaned loudly like she had no neighbors. She gripped her bedside and bounced on your tongue as she kept moaning.
"Yes... baby... oh fuck! come on..." She kept hissing and moaning under the sensation of your upper lip kissing her clit and tongue fucking her. You picked up the pace and held on her thighs, taking your tongue out of her hole and focusing on licking the clit fast and good.
"Oh it has been a while! Yes! Don't you dare fucking stop, don't stop, don't stop!" She kept screaming while grinding her pussy on your tongue on her clit. You put more pressure by pushing your tongue into her sensitive clit more and more as she gets brought to the brink of her orgasm.
"I'm gonna cum! Please, don't stop! I'll get off if I want you to stop, okay? Please just... ah! Keep going!" Chaewon says as she reaches her orgasm and grinds on you harder as her moans become more hoarse and heavy.
You kept licking her to destroy her senses and feel an seemingly un-ending orgasm for Chaewon. She got off you and laid down the bed before catching her breath.
"Where... how did you learn... to eat pussy like that?"
"I never did. I only know the clit is the most sensitive part so, I guessed."
"You're a natural then, god damn. Despite being a nerd, that knowledge came in handy. Try using that knowledge to beat me next year okay?"
"What if I beg you to lose for once?"
"That's a price you don't wanna know." She smirked as she recovers.
"More pussy eating?"
"I have a list of demands. I'd rather show them to you before we start school next year."
"Good. But we're not done here Chae." You show her your hardened cock once again, showing her you have recovered from her blowjob.
Chaewon smirks and lifts her ass a little bit. "I want it deep, hard, and fast. None of that slow, methodical, romantic bullshit."
"You got it." You lined yourself up behind her and didn't even hesitate to stroke your cock and slide it deep in her.
"Mmph! Good! Just like that." All Chaewon could do was moan on her pillow as you started picking up the pace and fucking her pussy like your life depended on it.
You grabbed her ass and spanked it, earning a yelp from the girl. She kept asking for more, so you put a strong hold on her hips and crashed your cock deep inside her wet pussy again and again and again.
The sound of your sex was echoing across the room, it was erotic and accompanied with her moans after every thrust, it was truly music to your ears.
"Yes! Your cock is so big inside me! I love every single inCh of it! Mmm!"
Slapping her ass, you kept your mouth open and joined her moaning. "Good god Chaewon, your pussy is so good! So wet and so fucking delicious." You gave her ass another slap.
"Ah! So it is! Fuck I wanna fuck you again and again. Please, make me cum again, make me yours and I won't ever be a bitch around you again!"
"Good girl, I like that." You pulled her arms back into you and grabbed her head so your face is buried in her neck while you fuck her from behind.
"F-Fuck! Rub my clit!" You follow her command and rub her clit in the same pace you're fucking her pussy.
Her moans get even louder and you had to use your hand to cover it up so her neighbors wouldn't get the wrong idea.
Her bed was rocking and it was making a lot of noise. Between the creaking, the moaning, the sloshing sounds the sex was making, it was very hard to hide the fact you were fucking her like a machine.
She kept begging for you to cum inside her and you keep telling her to wait. You were looking for your orgasm but she was ready to unload hers.
"I'm gonna fucking squirt all over! Please I want your cum! I'm gonna fucking... ah!" You pulled out as you felt gushes of water from under her. You held on to her neck as she gripped your arm tightly while she was squirting. Your arm reached down and rubbed her clit so it felt extra pleasureable to her.
"God! I made a mess..." She yelped before you took her body and lied it down on the dry part of the bed and kissed her hard.
You slid your cock back in and fucked her in missionary. Her legs were up in the air as she was moaning in your kiss. The thrusts your cock was giving to her kept sloshing as the rest of her squirt and the never ending wetness of her pussy was lubricating your cock to the point where it looked like cum.
She already came multiple times and she wasn't going to stop, until you did. "What is taking so long?! Mm! My pussy is destroyed here... you need to fill me up, please daddy."
That was the last straw. The final push you needed. Once you heard her say daddy, your senses kicked into overdrive and you fucked her like a machine one more time before unloading your second round of cum in her pussy.
This orgasm hit you like a truck, it felt good, but once it was finished you feel like you have been ran over by a truck. It was tiring and you were drained.
"I guess... daddy is the magic word then." Chaewon giggled as she wrapped her arms around you and pecked your lips.
"I'm sorry I didn't warn you. You must've been so surprised."
"No, actually. I knew you were tightening up when your cock pulsated aggresively. So I expected the creampie sooner."
"God damn it, you're not gonna get pregnant now are you?"
"I'll be okay. I wouldn't have let you fuck if I was in danger of getting pregnant anyway." She giggled again.
"Really? Even after the kissing we've done earlier?" You sound a bit perplexed at this point.
"I'm not an idiot. I'm smarter than you, remember? Don't feel superior just because I called you daddy once."
"I'm just curious, no need to gloat."
She kissed your cheek and chuckled. "I'm okay, you don't need to worry."
You nodded and pulled out her before lying down beside. "So, what now?"
"What about it?" She looked upwards at the ceiling.
"What are we?"
"Right now? I can't say."
"We just told each other we liked each other. What else is there to think about?"
Chaewon playfully hits your arm. "You need to court me, genius."
"Wouldn't you just say yes immediately?"
"I probably would."
You held her hand and kissed it. "So, will you be my girlfriend?"
Chaewon smiles, and turns towards you. "Yes. I'll be your girlfriend."
~FIN~
A/N: That was rough for a first fic, I didn't proof read this so I'm open to suggestions and whatnot. Twitter is the same handle as this one, you know where to find me.
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・Part two! Part Three!
“WHAT?” You yelled, both your professor and Miguel looking at you in shock after your professor asked you for a one on one with the both of you.
You could scoff at the way Miguel’s lips curled up into a satisfied smile “Well you and Miguel are my best students, so it would only make sense for the both of you to do a presentation together. I can only imagine the things the both of you will come up with!” Your annoyingly sweet professor clapped.
“ wouldn’t it be better if both of us did our own? We coul-“ You tried to negotiate “Ah ah! I said group project! Now Miguel, do you have anything to say about this? Any complaints like this one over here?”
You sighed as Miguel spoke “Nope, I’d be happy to work with someone in the same range as me” he cockily spoke “Very funny, now since we’ve got this all sorted, go and talk” she smiled, shooing you and Miguel out of the classroom.
You scoffed as you pushed past Miguel “Aww come on sweetheart, you hate me that much?” He cooed following close behind you.
“Shut it” you huffed. Getting paired with Miguel was possibly the worst thing to happen since your high school prom. Miguel was the bane of your existence since the first year of college.
Of course, his good looks and brains were attractive but sooner or later you realized he was going to be a pain in your ass for the next few months of class. You met him in your first biology class, everything was going well until the first exam of the class.
Your professor said the class average was low B’s and high C’s but out of the whole class, two people got perfect scores. Could you guess who the two were?
You and Miguel.
Both of you looked at each other from across the class with the same look in your eyes saying ‘Someone beat me?’. Of course, you both got the same 100% grade but both of you were so used to being the only one on top of the class that this was more than just a score. But your egos.
You both were fully aware to not be in each other's way, only seeing each other when studying at the same place or in class. All was going well for the next 2 exams, but the 3rd one came and you couldn’t believe it.
You got a 98% and Miguel has a perfect 100%. You could see him smile at the results and you hated the professor right now. Why the hell would he show the class? It’s embarrassing, to say the least.
Miguel gave you a wink as you looked his way ever so slightly. Bursting out of the class, you could feel him behind you “2 points down” he chuckled. You wish you would’ve punched him.
And ever since then, he’s made it his life mission to ruin your day. You never got anything other than 100% again, you busted your ass studying just so he couldn’t rub it in.
“I’ll make sure you can’t get us two points down” Miguel hummed as he kept up at your pace. You could feel your blood boiling, god he’s such an asshole. “I’ll email you if I need help” you scoffed.
“Can I get your number? I won’t get the email since my inbox is always spamming” Miguel lied with a smile “fine” you muttered out your number and walked off before he could stop you.
‘Real classy, I wasn’t done talking’ popped up on your screen “Well I am” you messaged back. You were well aware it was Miguel and you didn’t need him to piss you off more than usual.
The second you stepped into your apartment you let out a relieved sigh. Oh, how you missed this place in these insufferable hours. You put on some comfy panties and an oversized hoodie.
You were laid in your living room, soft carpet under you as you finished up some of the slides for your presentation. The knock at your door was the last thing you needed, you groaned in agony as you hated the thought of getting up from your warm spot.
The knocking grew and so did your patience’s “IM COMING!” You yelled. You pulled the door open and lo and behold, Miguel. “For fuck sake man” you whined.
“Glad to see you too!” He smiled as he pushed past you with books in hand. Miguel was born with the talent of hiding his emotions, that talent was most useful here.
He took a deep breath as you opened the door. Your pretty thighs glowing under the baggy hoodie, hair a slight mess and the satisfying look of anger on your face could’ve made him harm.
“Excuse you” you hissed.
He plotted down next to your things and got straight to work. You stood in shock, did he just walk in like this was his house? “Well go ahead and get comfortable” you mocked as you slammed the door in annoyance.
“I am” he sighed as he stretched and leaned onto your couch.
The both of you bickered and sneered at each other the whole time you both worked but even then, the quality was always top-notch.
He didn’t like the way you formatted the information and you didn’t like how he took up a whole slide for a few sentences but both of you compromised. After a few hours, things were less tense, and both of you got used to each other.
“So what do you plan on doing with your major?” You asked, legs crossed and some candy in your mouth as you questioned him “Biochemist” he nodded “It’s always been a passion of mine”
“You sure do have the brains for it” you chuckled. “You don’t with the 98%” he teased. You rolled your eyes, your mood now soured as you remembered his shenanigans.
“Don’t start” you scoff as you get up to get some drinks “Hey hey I’m joking” he laughs, his hand stopping you from leaving as he holds your wrist “I know Sherlock, I’m going to get some drinks for us” you mutter with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah,” he laughed awkwardly, his eyes watching as you grabbed two glasses of water. “So what about you?” Miguel asked “What are you doing with a chemistry major”
“Probably chemical engineering, I’m not sure yet” You shrugged as you handed him the cup. He nodded and watched you sit next to him. Miguel scooted a little closer making you stiffen, sure he was a pain in the ass but he’s sadly one of the most gorgeous guys you’ve seen.
You tried to ignore your thoughts each time he’d stretch and groan, his moans making you think about how he’d sound if it were from pleasure. He’d be vocal you thought.
“Let’s watch something on the TV” you awkwardly smiled as you grabbed the remote and turned on your TV, you laid on your stomach, forgetting you only had panties and a hoodie.
Miguel’s eyes watched you kick your feet up, your glowy legs looking perfect as you looked through whatever you were putting on.
He noticed the pink panties you had on, his tongue instinctively licking his bottom lip as he thought about how good you’d look on top of him. He can imagine it, tits in his face and pussy sleeving his cock as he fucked you full.
He was going to give himself a boner if he kept it up. He focused his eyes on the screen and sighed in relief as you sat back up. You put on your favorite show and sat next to Miguel “We’re almost done with the assignment which is good, how about a few more minutes of break and we get back to work?” You smiled. “Sure”
You felt his hand move behind you, his arm resting above the couch as he let out yet again another ‘stretch’ while his eyes looked at you through his peripheral, you chuckled. How cliche.
You smiled as you decided to make your cliche move. It was obvious there was tension between you two, whether that be anger or sexual, it didn’t matter. “Let me get more gummies” you hummed as you turned to the table beside you and arched your back slightly, an audible moan coming from behind you as your ass was on perfect display.
You sat back beside him, gummies in hand and an innocent look on your face as you offered him some. He scoffed, shaking his head and looking back at the TV. Your eyes widened as you noticed the thick bulge straining against his pants.
“Eyes up” Miguel cockily cooed as he watched your eyes closely. “I- I wasn’t-“You made a pathetic attempt to save yourself but he cut you off “Uh huh uh huh, I know” he mocked.
He smiled down at you with accomplishment, he finally made you shut up for once. “Not going to give me a snarky comeback?” He cooed. “Shut up already God, stop it” you hissed, your eyes rolling as you moved away from him.
“No no” Miguel’s voice made you shiver as his hand held your thigh “I’m playing” he pouted as he glared down at you. You could punch him right but instead, you did something you thought you’d never do.
You pushed him on the couch and slammed your lips on his. Miguel’s hands immediately wrapped around your waist, a loud moan spilling into your mouth as he finally tasted you.
It seemed like Miguel was waiting for you to do this, his hands ran up your thighs hungrily before he flipped you onto your back. You gasped as he spread your legs around his waist.
His behemoth of a body spread your legs wide as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You tangled your fingers into his hair as both of you hungrily kissed each other.
The kisses were messy and rough, teeth nipping at skin and tongues lapping at each other like two animals in heat. None of you even said a word, just heavy breaths, moans, and pure lust.
Suddenly Miguel pulled back from your lips, his eyes glaring into yours as he hovered above you. You could feel yourself getting ready for some snarky comment as you watched his lips curve into a smile.
“You kissed me first”
You groaned as you pushed him off, his hands still on your hips as he flipped you back onto his lap “hey I’m not complaining, It’s just funny since I piss you of so much” he sighed. His palm moved up to your jaw, face brushing against his hand as you took in his warmth.
He watched you lean into his palm like a cat, his body heating up as he realized how small you look in his lap. Your thighs small compared to his but still plump and pretty.
“Can I kiss you again” you shyly asked slightly afraid that he’s reject. “You don’t have to ask me, just do it” Miguel hummed as he pulled you into a kiss.
The kisses were now more sensual and soft, both of you now grinding into each other. His hand curled onto the back of your neck; the other palm pinned behind your spine.
You were glued onto his chest as Miguel’s warmth filled your senses. You’ve never been so warm in your life, the feeling making you tingly as he held you as close as possible. It felt like nothing in the world could hurt you, you felt safe.
“Please” you whispered onto his lips. He tried to not make you mad but he loved seeing you angry “Please what?” He taunts, his lips hovering over your jaw and neck but never touching you.
“Mig don’t tease” you whined as you hit his chest lightly “I’m not, I just don’t know what you’re saying please for” his arms clinging around your waist as he takes in your sweet scent.
You decided to play your games “I want you inside me mig, want to show you how much I need you” you cooed, your hand running down his abdomen and stopping just above his bulge. His breath hitched at your words, he didn’t know if you were fucking with him or not.
“Oh yeah?” Miguel watched you with focused eyes, his hands running up the sides of your thighs and squeezing your ass “You want me to fuck some manners into you? That loud fucking mouth of yours is always pissing me off” he cooed.
Loud fucking mouth? Your hand went up to smack his face in anger but he caught your wrist before you could “Don’t even try it muñeca.” He sternly said “You won’t like what comes with that”
You angrily kissed him as he pressed you flush against his aching cock, his hands pull the baggy hoodie off your body leaving you in your matching panties and bra.
“Fuck” he whispered, hands on your waist as he took in the view he’s been dreaming of since the day he met you. The amount of times he’d imagine fucking your mouth until you shut up was concerning.
You pulled his shirt off in need, throwing it behind you as you ran your hands up his thick muscular chest. He hummed at your soft hands running up his skin.
“Sit up for me?” He mumbled against your skin as he kicked off his sweats. He smiled at how obediently you did as he said “You look prettier when you do as I say” Miguel mocked.
You could care less about his words as his calloused hands pulled your panties off in need “Just shut up and fuck me” you panted. Miguel smiled as he felt your lips pepper all over his jaw and onto his lips, he could see you were just as eager for him as he was for you.
“Beg” he blurted. You ignored him as you rubbed his cock between your folds, both of you letting out moans as you felt each other's warmth. Miguel seethed, arms pinning you up to his chest “Listen”
You hated that you got turned on by the fact that he now had you restricted with just one hand as the other held your jaw up “you want the guy you despise to fuck you? You tell me you hate me every time you see me but look so eager to fuck me”
You were tired of his teasing, you let out a desperate whine, you could see his cock spring up and his tip leaking precum. But like always, Miguel likes to rile you up.
“Beg” he repeated. “Please mig please, just stop teasing ok” you cried. “All you needed to listen to was this?” He purred, hands moving onto your hips as he thrusts into you.
Miguel let out a gruntled moan as he felt your warm wet walls hug him tight, his head falling back onto the couch as he finally felt your pussy squeeze him.
He watched your eyes squeeze shut while you let out the prettiest moans “f- fuck!” You cried, the stretch making you clench even tighter around him as he held you down to his lap.
His cock was fully buried inside you in one go, he’s the biggest you’ve had in every way. It was overwhelming feeling how full you were, you could feel his curves and the tip of his cock nudging at your cervix.
“Breath chula, r- relax” he sighed. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you nodded, you took a deep breath allowing you to make it easier for him to move. “That’s it” he hummed onto your shoulder.
It only took Miguel a few seconds for him to start fucking you onto his lap, your body shaping into his hands, allowing him to use your pussy like a flesh light.
“O- Mig mi-“ you whined out, you couldn’t explain what you were feeling. Your whole body was tingling in pleasure as he rammed into you with pure force. Maybe you did piss him off a lot.
“What? You c- can’t take it? Such a big fucking mouth but can’t take my dick?” He seethed. You let out a pathetic whine at his words, your mind completely fogged in pleasure as you took all of him.
Miguel’s eyes couldn’t leave your pussy, his eyebrows scrunched and his mouth agar as he watched your pussy struggling to take his size. He hissed as you pushed him onto the couch, using his shoulders for support as you bounced onto his lap.
Your pretty moans filled his ears as you took control. Miguel let you take control for a bit, he loved watching how eager you rode him. Your body bounces on his lap, wet sounds of skin slapping echoing into the room.
“Making such a fucking mess” he huffed with a smile on his face, although he was loving this, he wanted to see you completely vulnerable. He thought maybe he was a little sick for wanting to see someone who hated him so much completely ruined under him but he loved it.
You gasped as Miguel lifted you onto the ground, your back hit the soft carpet under you as he stayed buried inside you. “Gotta fuck that stupid little attitude out honey, always disrespecting me. You’re the only one who tries to push my buttons. I love it” he cooed.
Miguel’s calloused hands bend your legs to the side, giving him full access to your tight cunt. “Go- god shi- fuck!” Miguel panted, he was a complete fucking mess.
Sure Miguel’s fucked a few people in his life, but he had no idea if it was just the thought of fucking the life out of you or how perfect your body was for him. He convinced himself it was both.
You clawed and scratched at his chest, your eyes full of tears as he brutally pounded into your “m- Mig I-“You were even more fucked out than him. How couldn’t you?
You had no clue where he got his stamina from, it felt like he’d been fucking you for hours. “Can’t believe you tried to slap me, should I return the favor?” Miguel hissed.
You nodded to his surprise “Please” you whined. “You want me to hit you?” He was surprised by your plead. He knew you’d be a freak in the sheets but you were always so aggressive with him that he expected you to hit him for even suggesting it.
“You’re always a pain in my ass but you just want to be taken care of huh?… What? You need me to pound your pretty pussy out for you to treat me with some respect?”
You nodded eagerly, if you were being honest you couldn’t even take in his words. Your pussy clenched and throbbed around his fat cock in agony but you were taken by surprise when a slap landed on your face “Use your words” he hissed.
Almost immediately you cried “Yes yes! Miguel please I nee- need it, f- fuck ah!”
Miguel chuckled, his hips angled a bit higher which allowed him to hit the perfect stop. His hand flew around your throat, his hips pounding you onto the floor as he let out animalistic moans.
“M- Mig- ah fff- fuckk!” You cried. The restriction of your breathing mixed with his rough pounds caused orgasm hit you hard as your pussy throbbed around him, the tip of his cock nudging at your sweet spot continuously.
Miguel’s eyes rolled back as he felt your nails claw at his arms, your small hand wrapped around his wrist as he fucked you balls deep. His cock plunged into your messy cunt as his balls slapped onto you. “That’s I- that’s-“ he hissed.
He thought about pulling out for both of your sakes but he’d rather just buy you a plan B. “C- can I- inside?” He seethed his eyes burning into yours as you bounced to his thrusts.
You couldn’t get a word out but your legs wrapping around his waist and your nails digging into his back to pull him closer gave him the answer. His lips crashed onto yours as he spilled inside you, his moans spilling into your mouth as his fingers dug into your hips.
He’s never had an orgasm that hard, he was sweating and out of breath as he stilled inside you. The both of you cling onto each other in fear of either of you leaving but that was on the last of your minds.
Miguel lay beside you, his arms pulling you into his as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead. “Was I too rough?” He questioned with concern as he now fully took in how fucked out you looked. “No, it was perfect” you weakly muttered as you nuzzled into his chest.
Miguel sighed in relief as your sweaty body was pinned into his. “Where’s your bedroom?” He hummed as he began to lift you into his arms “left” you sighed as he carried you into your bedroom.
“Let me clean us up and then we can rest yeah? Unless you want me to leav-“
You cut him off before he couldn’t finish “Don’t leave. Please?.” You hummed a bit worried you sounded a little pathetic.
“Wasn’t planning on it love”
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Hunt for Glory
Pairing: Young!Coriolanus Snow x Capitol!Reader
Synopsis: After living under the shadow of legacy of your fathers, you and Coriolanus Snow decide it is time to climb to the top, to reclaim what was yours. You are a convenient ally, a dangerous and sly woman, and to his luck, it seems your heart was tender for him, until it no longer was.
Warning: angst, unrequited love, mean Coriolanus Snow, academic rivalry, fake dating, politics, elitism, manipulation, greed, mentions of death, Capitol cruelty, shooting, blood, injuries, eventual smut, explicit sex, unprotected sex, spoilers
Disclaimer: The TBOSAS characters belong to their respective owners, reader is female. Skin tone and body type mentions were limited for better reading experience. If any characteristics of y/n bothers you, or if any of the warnings does not agree with you, I advise you not to proceed to read the story.
Chapter Count: 6
Status: Completed
Masterlist
i. Fight for Carnage
ii. Duel of Knowledge
iii. Chase for Prestige
iv. Break the Bondage
v. Cry of Outrage
vi. Claim the Heritage
Quest for Happiness
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million dollar man | coriolanus snow
"you're screwed up and brilliant.."
pairing: academy! snow x fem!academy student
in which: you just couldn't seem to win with him. every 100% you got, he got a 101%. with graduation approaching, you knew you had to get valedictorian somehow. he was making it too difficult.
warnings: slight angst, academic pressure, slight non-con kiss
wc: 1.7k
a/n: i genuinely struggled to write a happy ending but it's finally here
the professor handed you back your test, faced down. she always did, with every other student too, but there was something about receiving it face down that always made you nervous. at least you weren't like some of the others, who constantly left class with their head hung low.
you turned your paper over. 98%. it wasn't good enough. not to your standards, anyway. and it especially wasn't good enough for coriolanus snow, who now was glancing at you from across the classroom, a smug smile on his face. you weren't ever going to hear the end of this, just like every other time he had scored higher than you.
this had to stop. graduation was approaching at a rapid pace, and valedictorian was the role you had aimed for your entire life. both your parents had achieved it, your older brother had too. which meant you pretty much had to. and the boy now looking over at you made it increasingly hard for you to achieve this goal. and worse, he didn't even know how bad you needed it.
you assumed he had gotten a perfect 100. it was the only reason he would already be smiling. it meant there was no way you could beat him. not this time.
you heard your professor dismiss you and for once, you became one of the kids who walked out of class with their head low. you had recently realized how close the valedictorian decision was. this 98% would set you back farther than it should. making your way out, you saw snow approach you out of your periphery. you picked up your pace, hoping he would just back off today.
it didn't work. when you left the crowded sea of people exiting the class, and found yourself closer to your locker, he caught up to you.
"hey 83." 83. it was the lowest you had scored at the academy, and he never let it go. it was aggravating.
"coriolanus, please, i can't do this today" you sighed and finished opening your locker. you put your book away in the small cube and grabbed everything else you needed for your afternoon classes.
"can't what? admit i did better than you on this one?" he showed his paper to you, a big red 100% circled in the top right corner. you rolled your eyes at him and slammed your locker door.
"whatever you want to tell yourself." you groaned and made your way to the lunch line. you noticed his demeanor change. he hated when you weren't up for his competition. it was his favorite part of the day, that's what you determined anyway. he realllllyyy seemed to get a kick of out it. he followed behind you swiftly.
"wait wait wait. what'd you score?" he asked. you thought about wether or not you wanted to tell him. if you didn't he would keep vexing you the rest of the day. if you did, you would have to sit through a couple minutes of verbal torment. you truly couldn't decide what the better option was.
"98." you said, very quietly. just because he wanted to know didn't mean the whole school had to know. you saw a smirk appear on his face.
"sorry what was that?" the look on his face made it crystal clear he had already heard you, he was just provoking you.
"i got a 98, coryo. now please, go find someone else to torment." you urged him away, but he got in the lunch line directly behind you. you sighed again.
"98." he repeated to himself, feeling the success roll of his tongue. "two away from perfect." that's what it seems to be. you were always two away from perfect. there was always something wrong, always something to be improved. you weren't sure if that was your family talking, or the perfectionist inside you. nevertheless, he had suddenly made you more aware of the faults in your recent test. it was maddening.
"look i have a meeting with professor click." you faced him now, which startled him slightly. " and i need to talk to you. i'll swing by you later." you grabbed your lunch tray and headed off.
afterschool, you rushed over coriolanus's dorm. every student had to do at least one semester living on campus for graduation, and most seniors chose the last semester, to live together and be together for the last time. so the walk from your dorm to his was not very extensive. you walked down your hallway, down the stairs, outside, up stairs, and approached his dorm. at least, you were pretty sure it was his. you had never actually been.
you knocked on his door. there was silence for a moment. then you heard a monotone "come in." you did as told and opened the door. you found coriolanus hunched over his desk, his hand fanned over his forehead. he was looking over numerous papers.
you knew the high grades the two of you had achieved came at a cost. multitasking this and a social life was not very possible. you had managed to somewhat pull it off, but it was very difficult to achieve. you had assumed every night was like this for him. study hard, and it pays off. but studying hard also means stress and pain. you looked like this most nights. in fact, it was a miracle you even had time to come visit him today.
"hey." he said, moving the papers off to the side. you never really had seen him like this. he was usually so cocky, such a showboat. but here he was stressed and real.
"hi. look, can we talk?"you stood in the doorway, until he gestured you in. you closed the door behind you. while awaiting his response, you looked around his dorm. there was an empty dorm bed parallel to his. he had attained a room with no roommate. there was a makeshift kitchen where the other desk was. there was a dresser below the window and very basic decorations all around. when you made you way back to coriolanus, he was nodding. "ok. i just want to let you know that i need this."
he seemed confused. "need what?"
"valedictorian. i don't know what kind of pressure you have on your back, but i assure you mine is worse." you began to ramble.
"seriously." he seems dissapointed that this had become the subject of the conversation. "why would i just give up valedictorian to you?" he shrugged his shoulders.
"i'll tell you. my entire family has been valedictorian for years." he rolled his eyes. "if i don't get valedictorian, my parent's would kill me."
he thought for a moment. "and why would i care about that?" he continued to counter your statements.
"because, coryo." you whined "you have the grades, you have everything and i need this because i have not worked my entire life for this to lose." you got more angry now. you didn't deserve to lose to him after spending your entire life studying.
"what makes you think that i have less pressure than you? have you ever considered that maybe the plinth prize is a factor in this?!" he raised his voice now. the statement seemed odd. the snow's were rich, disgustingly rich, right?
"look you may want that prize, but some people need it." you rebutted. you didn't need the prize for the money, but for the satisfaction. so that your parents could frame the certificate on your wall.
"i need it. trust me." he became stricter now. he looked at you with a dark gaze. in what world would a snow need the plinth prize?
"ok well," you thought for a moment. "if i don't get valedictiorian i will have done everything for nothing, and got nothing from everything; from all the hard work i've put in every single year of my life!" snow became more annoyed by the moment, but you couldn't stop rambling. "and i didn't have anything in my way until you decided that everything had to be a competition and you had to beat me, and now you have and i just want you to-"
"shut up." he walked over to you and shut your mouth with a breathtaking, rough kiss. it was completely unexpected, and you fell into a moment of shock. his kiss kept going and you weren't sure wether to shove him away, or let him do it.
usually you wouldn't even have to think and take the first option immediately, but for some reason you let it happen. and out of some world, you kissed him back.
maybe it was all those years of built up anger against him. maybe it was a stress release. maybe you just needed an escape.
but maybe it was something else. you decided that you felt comfortable here, his lips on yours. this complicated feeling of hating him and loving him at the same time. the second one was new. loving him. you didn't have an explanation.
maybe it was the years of arguments that had turned into banter he looked forward to every day. soon the dot's started to connect. you realized how many chances he took to talk to you.
your mother always taught you that boys had a funny way of showing things. a funny way of telling you things. and now it made sense. he had been doing this as a way to talk to you. as a way to get closer to you. you didn't need confirmation. the kiss was enough. you liked this. no. you loved this.
everything became more intense. he hadn't pulled away, and you hadn't either, so you kept going. you felt his hands around your waist as he pushed you against the front wall of the dorm.
you could have kept going all night with him. but you needed to hear him talk. you finally pulled away and took your first deep breath after around five minutes.
"what. the hell." you said through exasperated breaths. you spoke the words to him, but also to yourself. this was not how you expected the day to go.
"god." you heard him mumble under his breath.
"what?" you asked.
"i just hate that i waited so long to do that." his comment sent goosebumps through your body.
"i didn't even know i wanted that until now." you again, spoke to both yourself and him. he smiled at you. proud of his accomplishment.
this was a different type of success that you normally felt. this success in romance felt different than the academic success you had been working towards your whole life.
you liked this success.
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books & café dates . ˚ ₊ ⊹
— your academic rival !
(class president!alhaitham & vice president!reader)
୨୧ president!alhaitham who immediately got nominated as class president, followed by you as vice president.
୨୧ president!alhaitham who also occasionally visits the library, like you, to study or read.
୨୧ president!alhaitham who is also your academic rival, being at each other's throats all the time. (your classmates and his friends question if you're either flirting or fighting . .)
୨୧ president!alhaitham who you compete with on who gets the higher score on the exam. god, you hate that slight smirk you see on his face when he wins. your classmates watch you two argue like it's some free show.
୨୧ president!alhaitham who shows more of his emotions when he's with you, unlike that stoic expression always on his face. even his friends are surprised.
୨୧ president!alhaitham who secretly smiles (very slightly) and stares at you when your back is turned. he definitely admires you from afar even if his face doesn't show it.
୨୧ president!alhaitham who, one time, purposely answered some questions wrong on a test so that you could have the joy of winning the little competition you two have. he was trying not to let out that tiny smile when you were rambling on about having won to him.
୨୧ president!alhaitham who prefers novels, while you prefer manga. one time you forced him to read one of your favorites. though, you still have a lot of novels that you personally love.
୨୧ president!alhaitham who accompanies you to the bookstore after school because apparently he was 'just about to go there too'. you both ended up in the café after that.
୨୧ president!alhaitham who has made a silent agreement with you that the café is now your usual meetup place whenever you two are partnered for a project or something similar to that.
୨୧ president!alhaitham who memorizes your favorite drink and food.
୨୧ president!alhaitham who noticed you always drinking those korean milk drinks . . and now you always find a milk box sitting on your desk before class. from a 'secret person'. I wonder who?
୨୧ president!alhaitham who you always get stuck with while doing your responsibilities as president and vice president. sometimes you two are alone and stuck together in the classroom after class, stapling papers.
୨୧ president!alhaitham who noticed you slowly progressing into calling him 'haitham' instead of his full name.
୨୧ president!alhaitham who has this secret spot with you near the vending machines and benches to eat with you during lunch. he finds it cute how you're always surrounded by the campus cats as he sits next to you on the bench, with the bento box on your lap and a book right next to you.
୨୧ president!alhaitham who loves your soft spot towards animals, and how you two always sit next to each other in the library, reading in comfortable silence.
୨୧ president!alhaitham who denies EVERY SINGLE sign and statement from his friends that he likes you. he says you're 'just his rival'. yet he so obviously treats you differently from the others.
୨୧ president!alhaitham whose academic rival will always be you. he wouldn't want any other.<3
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"A Teachable Moment" - Professor!Aemond Targaryen x Professor!Reader
Summary: You get a job at Citadel University and meet public enemy number one (at least to you) - Aemond Targaryen.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, fingering, public fingering, aemond being cunty, office affair ig, slight degradation kink, edging, oral f receiving, jealous aemond, p in v sex, unprotected sex, semi public sex, booty smack lol
Word Count: 5,030 words
Rating: 18+, MDNI
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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Getting a job at the most prestigious university in Westeros is no easy feat, especially in the field of political science. You graduated at the top of your class from Winterfell University and knew you wanted to teach from the moment you took your first class. Your professor, Brandon Stark, was so passionate about the material he taught, no matter how dry it was, that he made you feel passionate about it too. And that’s the kind of professor you’ve always aspired to be.
When Citadel University had an opening after a recent retirement from their political science department, you knew applying was a long shot. You’re young, without the amount of teaching experience you’re sure the other applicants have. But when you have your interview with the head of the political science department, Daemon Targaryen, he sees something in you. Perhaps a reflection of himself when you were his age. You’re charismatic, friendly, and a hard worker. Your letters of recommendation are excellent and, in spite of your young age and relative lack of experience, you have had yourself published in quite a few journals.
So Daemon hires you.
You soon learn that there’s more than a touch of nepotism that goes into the hiring of professors at Citadel U, judging by how many Targaryens are professors there.
Professor Aegon Targaryen. Art History Department.
Professor Helaena Targaryen. Biology Department.
And finally?
The bane of your fucking existence. Professor Aemond Targaryen. Political Science department.
Yes, same department as you, aren’t you lucky?
The first time you meet Aemond Targaryen goes as well as can be expected. You sat in the chair he deemed unofficially his at a department meeting. Of course, he walks up to you, in that white button-down with his sleeves rolled up ever so slightly to reveal his forearms. Gods, this guy is one of those academia sluts, isn’t he? You look up at him, getting ready to introduce yourself. He’s kind of hot-
“You’re in my seat.”
Oh, this fucking guy.
“I’m sorry,” you smile at him, a little too sweet for his taste, your red lipstick stained lips curling into a feigned smile of politeness, “I wasn’t aware that there was assigned seating, Mr…?”
“Professor,” he corrects, “Professor Aemond Targaryen. And you are Miss…?”
“Doctor,” you take the opportunity to correct him and introduce yourself by name, “I have a PhD in Political Science. So the appropriate title is Doctor. Pleasure to meet you, Professor.”
From that day on, you two become sworn enemies. It’s melodramatic and it’s stupid, yes, but gods it’s fun making that man squirm, humbling the egomaniacal asshole like he deserves.
For your part? You resent how seriously Aemond is taken by the academic community. He’s dedicated to his work, most certainly, and he’s well-educated. But he doesn’t have a doctorate. Yet, somehow, everyone seems to think he’s this paragon of intellectualism, the epitome of what a perfect college professor should be. For fuck’s sake, you want to cry out, the man is a nepo baby, he clearly should’ve been required to get a doctorate before being allowed to teach. But, with how wonderful Daemon is as a boss, you choose to say nothing and seethe in silence.
You also resent how fucking attractive he is. Those glasses he wears that sit on the bridge of his nose - fuck, that nose itself… You remember what your best friend Maris said about guys with big noses… And when he rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up, like he had that first day… Gods, those veins and his fucking hands, so goddamn big… The intrusive thought occurs to you that they’d make a very nice necklace-
And Aemond?
He resents that he was the youngest professor at Citadel U before you showed up, taking his title and all of the attention that goes with it. You with your little fucking pencil skirts and stockings with high heels that make your ass look like it deserves to be on the cover of a magazine. You with those red-stained lips that seem to smirk at him disdainfully no matter what he does. Your shrewd, calculating gaze that haunts his fucking dreams.
He’s also more than a little resentful of how easily you get everyone to adore you. Your students practically worship you, while his own are completely terrified of him, though he doesn’t stop to think that this might have to do with his own actions as well. He watches as you befriend his older siblings Aegon and Helaena, developing a close friendship, both of you having such an easy way about you. How Daemon treats you almost as his protege of sorts. You’re easy going and friendly when it comes to anyone and everyone.
Except for him.
It’s funny, he thinks, how your attitude does a complete 180 the minute he enters a room. From being warm and friendly, you immediately switch over to being snide, snarky, and combative. You’re always ready with a quick insult or some backhanded compliment. He doesn’t think you’ve given him one sincere compliment since the day he met you.
Aemond sits at his desk, entering grades for the most recent midterm exam he gave one of his classes. He’s known for being a notoriously harsh grader and, on more than one occasion, you’ve noticed students leaving his office in tears after having asked for extra credit or a re-grade. In all honesty? You realize that he just wants his students to succeed, as much as you do, the two of you just have different ways of going about it.
However, you’d drop dead before you ever fucking admitted to that.
You sit in the Political Science department lounge, eating the last yogurt from the fridge.
Strawberry.
His favorite flavor. You snicker to yourself, knowing he’s going to throw an absolute fit the moment he gets in here. Anticipating that, you’ve chosen to leave one extra button undone on your blouse, showing the slightest hint of your black lace bra, enjoying how fucking flustered he gets in the middle of an argument when he glances down at your cleavage.
You’ve got to play to your strengths, right?
You smirk to yourself, sipping your coffee as Aemond walks in, the door slamming open. You pretend to be minding your own business as he walks to the fridge, letting out a strangled noise of annoyance when he sees the strawberry yogurt is all gone. It takes every ounce of self restraint you have in you to keep from laughing at the sound. So fucking dramatic.
You hear him crossing over to the table where you sit, the legs of the chair beside you scraping against the floor as he pulls it out and takes a seat, glaring at you, “The strawberry yogurt. Really? Was that entirely necessary?”
You turn to face him, taking another spoon of yogurt, smirking to yourself as you part your lips, letting out a low moan as you taste it, making Aemond’s good eye go wide, “I just love strawberry yogurt, sorry, Professor. I think I saw some mango.”
“If I wanted mango,” he manages to say through gritted teeth, “I would’ve picked up mango. I wanted strawberry.”
“Well,” you let out a dramatic sigh, “That’s just too bad, isn’t it? So sorry, Professor, but it would appear they’re fresh out.”
“You’re doing this just to piss me off,” he grinds out, though his eyes don’t leave your lips.
He swallows thickly as your tongue pokes out to lick your lips, his eyes then traveling along your delicate neck to your chest, where he notices you’ve left one more button undone than usual, making his pants feel as if they’re a bit too fucking tight right now, “How’d your midterm go?”
“C plus average,” Aemond says, clearing his throat and looking away from you, “And yours?”
“Oh, wow, mine was a B plus average,” you give him a cheeky smile, “Something wrong with your teaching methods?”
“No, Doctor,” Aemond spits the title venomously, glaring at you, “Perhaps I just make more of an effort at grading my students fairly than simply telling them what they want to hear. They can call me harsh all that they want, but they’ll retain the knowledge from my class in a way they won’t with the way you teach them.”
“You know,” you muse, “Maybe if you were a little less harsh with your students, your nickname wouldn’t be Professor Cuntgaryen.”
You smile at him, saccharine sweet, as you continue eating your yogurt.
Aemond looks almost offended at you bringing up his campus nickname and begins trying to come up with an appropriate response, “And maybe if you were a little more harsh with your students-“
You glance at your wrist, as if looking at an invisible watch before giving Aemond a catlike grin, “Oh, sorry. My daily time limit for talking to people I dislike is all used up. Same time tomorrow?”
Aemond scowls and watches you saunter off, insisting to himself that he is NOT admiring your ass in that pencil skirt. Not one bit.
Then, a slip of paper “falls” out of your hand. And you bend over to pick it up. Right in front of him.
Shit. Alright. Maybe he’s admiring your ass a little bit.
His eye is glued to your form as you leave the lounge and leave him entirely on his own.
Later that day, a bunch of the professors get together for drinks, celebrating the end of grading midterms. It’s a fun little tradition, one that you actually started. Aemond never partakes, of course, being too sophisticated in his own mind to go out for drinks with his peers. You tease him that he just doesn’t know how to have fun.
But tonight? He finally decides to join all of you, if only to prove you wrong. Though he wishes he didn’t, considering how cozy you look sitting in the booth you all occupy, planted between his brother and Cregan Stark. And judging by the looks of it, Cregan seems to want to get even cozier, considering he’s looking at you like a wolf ready to devour its prey.
You continue talking to Cregan, his eyes trained intently on you as you speak, chatting about his abnormal psychology course.
“You’re more than welcome to sit in,” Cregan offers, giving you a grin, “It would be a welcome change from all the freshmen who think they’re going to be the next Clarice Starling and only ask questions about serial killers.”
“Oh, I’d love to sit in on your class!” you smile at him excitedly.
“It’s a date then.”
The words hit Aemond like a punch to the gut. He does not like the idea of you going on a date with Cregan Stark. Not even if it’s just to his fucking classroom to watch his stupid fucking lecture. Aegon meets his brother’s eye and seems to be able to pick up on what he’s thinking.
“I’d love to join too, can I come with you?” Aegon grins, tossing a lazy arm around you, “Still a date?”
You grin at your colleague, and closest friend, nodding, “Yeah, maybe Cregan can evaluate whatever is going on in that nasty little brain of yours.”
“I mean,” Aegon lets out a low whistle, “I’m Freud’s wet dream, let’s be honest.”
The entire table cracks up laughing at his comment, continuing to chat and have a good time. Aemond notices you haven’t touched your drink, nor has he. He recalls Aegon mentioning you’re usually his designated driver, and realizes that must be why. You get a phone call after sometime and excuse yourself to answer it.
Aemond watches you go, as does Cregan. The two stare at each other for a long moment, neither willing to back down.
When you return, Aegon slides in, taking your prior seat beside Cregan, gesturing for you to sit on his other side, between him and Aemond. You cringe slightly and take the seat, doing your best to ignore Aemond. But it’s hard to do that when he rests his hand on your knee, his forefinger drawing small circles on your bare skin. You choke on your drink and Aegon slaps your back, leading you to raise a hand, signaling to him that you’re fine. Aegon shrugs and returns to chatting with Cregan while Aemond’s hand moves further up, under your skirt.
You take a sharp breath, though luckily, it goes unnoticed by everyone.
“You have such a bitchy little attitude when it comes to me. But you’re so sweet to everyone else,” Aemond murmurs against your ear, his breath warm against your skin, “I think if I fuck that attitude out of you, I can get you to be sweet to me too. Don’t you?”
His fingers trail over the lace fabric of your panties, pressing against you over them, rubbing ever so slightly, though it’s nowhere near enough. You grit your teeth as he continues working his fingers against you, the fucking tease, before suddenly? He moves your panties slightly to the side and pushes two fingers inside you. And gods, his fingers are so fucking long, they hit spots inside of you that you didn’t even know existed. Aemond continues, smirking to himself as he listens to you try to answer Aegon’s questions about your plans for the upcoming spring break.
Aemond begins moving his fingers faster and faster until he adds a third, hearing you gasp under your breath, brushing it off to Aegon as it being your watching the football game on TV.
“Really?” Aemond muses, staring into your eyes, “What’s the score then, Doctor?”
He knows damn well you aren’t watching the game.
“21…” you swallow thickly and manage to say without moaning as he begins rubbing the heel of his palm against your clit.
“21?” Aemond repeats mockingly, “21 what? Goodness, how did you get a doctorate with that kind of attention span?”
“21-7, you fucking asshole,” you say through gritted teeth as he pinches your clit, your orgasm overtaking you, washing over you harder and more intensely than ever before, the pleasure curling up in your gut being almost too much to bear.
“Well done, kitten,” Aemond murmurs against your ear, “Next time? I won’t be using my hands.”
After that eventful evening at the bar, where Aemond literally fucked you to the point of almost being speechless with his fingers under the table, you make it a point to avoid Aemond, better known as Professor Cuntgaryen around campus. Though it is quite difficult, considering the two of you work in the same department and have similar schedules.
You pass by him the following Monday, high heels clicking as you walk, feeling his heavy gaze on you as you walk toward Cregan’s classroom. He falls into step beside you, surprising you with his audacity.
“Heading to Stark’s lecture?” Aemond questions archly, chuckling when you keep your lips pressed tightly together, “Oh, come on, you were so very talkative at the bar on Friday, whatever’s got you acting like this?”
You scoff, “I’m not acting in any way, Professor. Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He raises an eyebrow, looking you over, “Sure. And I suppose there isn’t any reason you’ve been avoiding me either.”
“No one’s avoiding anyone,” you drawl, “I’ve had a really busy morning and now I’m heading to Cregan’s lecture. He’s an excellent speaker, you know?”
Aemond scoffs, “Hm, sure. When you can understand a word he says through that accent.”
You roll your eyes at him, “I like his accent, actually. It’s exotic. Sexy, even.”
His jaw ticks as you turn the corner, sashaying away from him, wearing that stupid pencil skirt and those stupid heels that highlight your ass as you sway your hips a bit more than usual, which he knows is just for his consumption. Despite his little stunt at the bar, somehow you have the upper hand, yet again. He wonders if you actually like Cregan or if this is all some elaborate stunt to get his attention. He’s pretty sure it’s the latter.
But, shit, what if you do actually think his accent is sexy? He frowns to himself and heads off to the lecture hall he should’ve been at five minutes ago, trying to shake off this feeling. He can’t let you get to him like this.
He needs to be a fucking professional.
Aemond struggles to get through his lecture, mind wandering over to you every so often. You get under his skin so easily, and he’s pretty sure he has the same effect on you. The two of you just… Irk each other. He despises how easily the other staff members and students seem to adore you while he has this awful reputation of being an asshole. And you’re so rude to him on top of everything! Where is this sweet girl everyone keeps talking about? He sure as hell hasn’t seen her. Aemond still remembers walking in on you in the teacher’s lounge eating that damn strawberry yogurt the other day. And he remembers how he felt burying his fingers inside of you, how you squeezed around him. How he promised next time, he’d be using something else. He wonders what kind of noises you’d make if he had his mouth on you. As he puts on a movie for his students, he continues imagining what it would be like, his tongue lapping at your folds, your hand tugging on his hair. He knows you must taste so fucking sweet. He wonders how your face would twist in ecstasy as he buries himself to the hilt, deep inside your pussy, a hand wrapped around your throat as he fucks you over and over until the only word you remember is “Aemond”, until you can, and want to, do nothing more than scream his name and beg him for more.
When his class is finally over, he all but rushes out of the lecture hall, heading to the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face. He can’t afford to lose focus like this. Not when evaluations are coming up. He wants, no, he needs to get Daemon’s best in the department award. He refuses to lose it to you. You might be Daemon’s new protege, his new favorite, but Aemond’s been here longer, it’s just not fair. He’s earned this, he deserves this. Not you.
Not you in your tight little blouses where he can just barely see your cleavage-
He shakes his head when he realizes how hard he is, just from thinking about you, from remembering your little encounter at the bar. He scowls, storming off to the department lounge, only to find you sitting there, your coffee cup beside you stained with red lipstick as you grade some papers. You seem engrossed in your work, so he takes a moment to lean against the doorway and admire you, eyes drawn to your red lips, wondering how they’d look and feel around his-
His eye snaps up to yours when you clear your throat, indicating that you’ve noticed his arrival. Aemond smirks at you while you look at him with an unamused glare, those gorgeous eyes of yours narrowed at him in a way that drives him fucking insane.
“Enjoy Stark’s lecture? Were you even able to understand a word of it?”
The fucking nerve of this guy.
Well, no, you weren’t able to understand shit during the lecture, but this pompous prick can go fuck himself, you’re not admitting anything, “Yeah! It was soooo interesting. Talked about the psychology of killers like Bundy and Dahmer and Gacy. Cregan’s such a fascinating guy,” you gush, clearly trying to get a rise out of him.
And it works. Aemond scowls, stalking over to you, watching as you stand up, arms crossed, a smug little grin on your face.
“You think it’s fucking funny to tease me like that?” Aemond hisses, grabbing your chin with one of his hands, the other pulling you in by the waist, “Huh? You think it’s fucking funny?”
“I think it’s hilarious,” you drawl, “Because whatever happened at the bar last Friday was a one time fluke and is never happening again, Professor.”
“Well, Doctor,” he retorts sharply, spitting out your title as though it’s venom in his mouth, “With the way your little pussy was squeezing around my fingers, it definitely felt like you wanted it to be more than a one time thing.”
You roll your eyes, “You sound delusional. You should get some advice from Cregan about that. He studies a lot of your type of cases-”
Aemond shuts you up by slamming his mouth on yours, hands tugging at the tight bun you keep your hair in, letting it fall loose. You moan against his lips, allowing him to push his tongue into your mouth, moving it against yours in a battle for dominance, one that you decide to allow him to win, wanting to see where exactly he plans on taking this. He lifts you up by the hips, placing you on the table you were just sitting at grading your exams. His hands move to the fabric of your skirt, hiking it up to your waist, exposing the black lace fabric of your panties to him. He gets down on his knees in front of you, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh before pulling your underwear down your legs, exposing your already wet cunt to him, the sight of which makes him smirk.
“Delusional, hm? You’re so wet for me, I don’t think this counts as delusional, sweetheart,” he chuckles darkly, gazing up at you before burying his tongue deep inside your cunt, making you gasp with delight.
And you taste just as sweet as he fantasized. He flattens his tongue, dragging it along your walls, making sure that his nose rubs up against your clit with every movement of his face, reveling in every pretty little moan he elicits from your lips. He lifts your legs to toss them over his shoulders, moaning himself as you tangle a hand in his hair, tugging slightly, the barest hint of pain driving him absolutely wild with want as he increases the speed and intensity of his tongue against you, alternating between lapping at your folds and dragging his tongue along your clit.
“Fuck, Aemond,” you mewl, “Feels so good-”
He goes faster and faster, suckling at your clit, driving you nearly over the edge, holding your thighs apart so he has perfect access to your pussy. And just as you’re about to reach your peak?
He pulls away, making you glare down at him in genuine surprise while he chuckles to himself, “You didn’t think I was going to reward you for sitting in on Stark’s class, did you? Perhaps I’m not the deluded one here, Doctor.”
You’re about to let him know exactly what the fuck you think about the stunt he just pulled, when suddenly, he hears the doorknob start to turn. The two of you look at each other, panicking, before you shove him away, taking a seat where you were only moments ago, sans your underwear which sits very comfortably in Aemond’s pocket, a fact that neither of you realize until later that evening. Daemon walks in, giving the two of you a quick smile as he refills his coffee. You hope that he hasn’t noticed anything, and it seems, judging by the way he’s whistling to himself, that he hasn’t. You thank whatever higher power there may be for that small mercy and grab your papers, walking out of the lounge, feeling Aemond’s gaze heavy on you as you go.
This isn’t over, not by a long shot.
You end up confiding in Aegon, interestingly enough, about your close encounters with his brother. He finds the whole thing absolutely fucking hilarious, to the point that he can’t stop laughing.
“I knew there was some weird sexual tension there,” he cackles hysterically, waving away a student who wants to come in for his office hours, saying that they’re canceled as he pours himself a bit of whiskey, offering some to you, “I have a nose for these things, and yet again, I’ve been proven right.”
“It’s three in the afternoon,” you stare at him incredulously.
“It’s five o’clock somewhere, baby.”
You roll your eyes, “Anyway, we haven’t actually fucked, and I’m definitely not going to let this go any further than it already has-”
“Famous last words,” he cuts you off.
“Shut up! Anyway, Cregan asked out on a date. And I’m gonna go.”
Aegon bursts into laughter at this, much to your surprise, slapping a hand over his mouth as he giggles to himself, “You’re gonna go on a date with Cregan while you have my brother thirsting after you? You are bad. I mean, you think he’s just going to be okay with that considering his reaction to you fucking sitting in on his class? My brother’s a jealous little shit, baby, you have a storm coming.”
You scowl, “I didn’t ask for commentary, you ass, I asked for advice!”
“Okay, okay,” Aegon raises his hands in mock surrender, “My advice is fuck them both and see which one you like better.”
You give your friend and colleague the most deadpan look you think you’ve given another human being in their entire life, shaking your head and standing up, “Well, thank you for being completely unhelpful and not giving me any useful advice whatsoever.”
He gives you a wide, cheesy grin as you walk out of his office, “Just doing my civic duty, baby girl!”
You can’t help but laugh at his words, walking out of his office and texting Cregan that you agree to the date.
You don’t end up going on that date with Cregan, however, because the night the two of you had settled on ends up clashing with the dinner Daemon has planned to announce who has won the award for the best professor in the department. You bring Cregan as your date, making Aemond seethe with annoyance. He’s no better. He’s brought Professor Rivers from the history department, his arm around the back of her chair as he levels you with a look, the two of you waiting with bated breath for Daemon to announce who’s won. Cregan gives you a sweet smile, wishing you luck before glancing over at Aemond and wishing him luck as well. You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Why does he have to be so fucking nice?
You look at Aemond, a feline grin on your face, “Good luck, Professor.”
“You too-”
“I don’t need it.”
Aemond rolls his eye, turning to his uncle, waiting for him to announce the name of the best professor in the political science department. And he lets out a nearly imperceptible growl of annoyance when it’s your name. He excuses himself to go to the bathroom when Daemon hands you the Rolex watch he gives the winner each year, Alys asking if she should go with him. Aemond shakes his head, giving you a dirty look when Cregan kisses you on the cheek to congratulate you.
You grin to yourself, taking a sip of your champagne before heading to the bathroom to touch up your makeup. That’s where you see Aemond, in the lounge, smoking a cigarette.
“There’s no smoking allowed in here,” you taunt, a smirk on your face.
He sneers at you and just takes another drag, “Congratulations, Doctor.”
“Thanks.”
He glances at your ankle, lips twisting into a slight smile, “Your buckle’s undone.”
Aemond moves to sit on one knee, surprising you when his fingers ghost over your ankle, redoing the buckle of your stiletto heels. He gazes up at you, his eye hooded, pupil dilated with thinly veiled desire. His hand traces your calf as he moves to stand again, facing you, so close that your breath intermingles with his.
And, like two magnets drawn together, his lips come crashing down onto yours, hands moving into your hair, ruining the meticulous curls you styled only a few hours ago. You can’t bring yourself to care, not when you palm at his cock over the fabric of his dress pants, feeling how hard he already is for you. Aemond lets out a low hiss of pleasure as he shoves you against the wall, hiking your leg up around his waist, smirking as he teases your bare cunt, delighted to learn you didn’t wear panties with your dress.
“Are you this wet for me or for that fucking date of yours, Doctor?” Aemond murmurs, his breath hot against your ear as you fumble with the zip of his trousers, “Hm?”
You moan as he lands a heavy smack on your ass, palming at the abused flesh as if to soothe it, “For you.”
Aemond buries his face in the crook of your neck as he sheathes himself inside of you, burying himself to the hilt with a near growl of your name, “I think that this is a teachable moment for you, Doctor. That you should remember who the fuck you belong to.”
He ruts against you, the noises the two of you let out being borderline pornographic as the head of his cock brushes against that spot inside of you that drives you absolutely mad with desire. You cling to him as he fucks you harder, faster, whispering in your ear.
“Been thinking of this since the first fucking time I saw you,” Aemond rasps, “You’re all fucking mine now, baby.”
“All yours,” you agree, finally giving into the attraction you feel for him, “Fuck, Aemond, I’m so close-”
His hand moves between where your bodies join, fingers circling your clit as he whispers, “Cum for me, sweetheart. Soak my cock.”
And you do, your entire body shuddering with pleasure, his own release following soon after.
“Staff aren’t allowed to date other staff,” you whisper as you come down from your high.
“Good thing I know how to keep a secret,” Aemond replies, his lips finding yours again.
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Academic Rivals to Lovers:
(feel free to use! tag me when yall writee ;] requested by @field-mouse-queen and @indiansapphic )
"i don't agree with you!" "nobody asked you to."
arguments in hushed tones during lectures!!!!
^ "with this level of knowledge, i can probably-" "even with that level of whatever, you're still 5 feet 2." "HEY-"
sitting together to trash talk a professor you both mutually dislike
when they always sit at your spot in library, just so they could see you pissed off
"Are you reading?" "Are you blind?" "Heh, apparently you're. You're reading the book upside down, you moron."
"you like me now or what?" "i've learnt to bear your presence" *mimics them* "i've learnt to bear your presence"
being forced to work on a project together
"You're so stupid." "Yeah, I know."
"Why did you hurt yourself?" "None of your-" "Yeah, then fuck you. My bad for caring."
"hey-" "can you please not rub it in my face and leave?." "i just wanted to ask if you were okay.. "
attempting to comfort them when they're upset
"why do you care, [name]?" ".. you really don't know?"
"never have i ever liked my rival?" you search the room for their eyes, the glass is ALREADY RAISED TO THEIR LIPS.
"that mouth of yours does nothing but talk dumb shit?" "you wanna know what else it does?"
there's tension between them, sitting close while studying, arms grazing, pulling away of hands at the slightest touch :)
^ flustered, one asks, "what-? you're not interested in biomolecules?" the other whispers, "no, but i seem to be interested in you..," they come closer, "what have you done to me?"
"you know, love, I've always liked to win," they pause, "and I'd like to win one more thing--you."
#rivals to lovers#academic rivals#enemies to friends trope#enemies to lovers trope#academic rivals to lovers#romance writing#writer prompts#otp prompts#dialogue prompts#imagine your otp#romance prompts writing#romance tropes#writeblr#writing prompts#writing ideas#writing prompt#writing inspiration#writing help#writing tips#female writers#shy prompts#fluff prompts#whump prompts#urfriendlywriter#dialouge prompts#dialouge memes#otp things#otp ideas#otp meme#otp writing
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me: finds intelligence hot
also me: unconditionally and furiously despises anyone who is even slightly better than me at anything
#academic validation#girlblogging#manic pixie dream girl#female manipulator#it girl#lily rose depp#diary#girlblogger#aesthetic#dark academia#light academia#romantic academia#chaotic academia#twitter#academic rivals#girl interrupted syndrome
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my favorite lovers tropes
academic rivals to lovers (IS SO GOOD, plus when theyre forced to work together)
the "why didn't you answer my letters??" followed by "you wrote me letters???" HEARTWRENCHING
fake dating (enough said)
the 'you need to learn how to dance so im gonna teach you and oh gosh why r we this close?' (honestly one of my all time favs)
the two enemies dancing together at a masquerade dance (yes, just yes)
the screamed love confession during an argument "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU" (best thing ever)
one bed trope (enough said)
the 'i hate everyone but you' couple (yesssss)
one losing their mind if the other is hurt or captured (cough percabeth cough)
the bodyguard/princess trope I REPEAT THE BODYGUARD/PRINCESS TROPE
the 'we were flirting and everyone else knows we were flirting but we're in denial bout it' (this trope)
MUTUAL PINING MUTUAL PINING
additionally, the 'everyone thinks we're dating but we r not/ in denial bout it' (BEST TROPE EVER)
the hero falling for the villain (honestly one of the best ones out there)
lovers to enemies (SO ANGSTY)
there's more i'll add when i can :)
#tropes#writing tropes#writing#writing ideas#writing prompts#writers on tumblr#my favourite trope#enemies to lovers#hero x villain#bodyguard#enemies to soulmates#percabeth#one bed trope#academic rivals#to lovers#academic rivals to lovers#dancing at a masquerade#masquerade ball#love letters#fake dating#writer thoughts#write a book#write#writing stuff#tropes i like
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eggman, lying to get in tails' head: your hero is finally dead at my hands. what's your next move now, fox?
tails: ..are you sure you killed him?
eggman: of course im sure! what kind of evil genius do you take me for?
tails: no, you don't understand. if sonic's dead that means there is nothing keeping me from killing you
eggman: what?
tails: my morals rely on sonic's wellbeing. if he's gone, then so is everything that's keeping me a hero
eggman, realizing this might backfire: uh..
tails, knew eggman was bluffing the entire time: so i'll ask again. are you sure you killed him?
#if sonic's gone everyone dies#cause ain't nobody stopping this kid#he's got a lot of built up anger#sonic the hedgehog#miles tails prower#sth#tails the fox#sonic#dr eggman#eggman#dr robotnik#tails and eggman#academic rivals
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academic rivals prompt list pt. 1
person a creeping up behind person b to lean over their shoulder to see their test score then person b detecting their presence and whirling around to hit them in the face with their calculator
alternatively, person a sees the test score and crows with laughter "HA I GOT .5 POINTS MORE THAN YOU" (also probably gets hit in the head with a calculator)
dead silence as they sit next to each other in class, not making eye contact, looking all business like.
person a: well well well.
person b: indeed
*le dramatic silence*
person a: did you study?
person b: oh not that much i just stayed up for 24 hours straight then summoned the spirit of heisenberg using voodoo dark arts to explain the uncertainty principle to me
person a: amateur i've been up for two days straight surviving on caffeine alone studying the material and the author of our textbook is tied up in my basement so i can ask him questions
person c doing better than both a and b on a test
a and b glaring at c
person a: they die.
person b: i have a shovel i'll bury the body
also, alternatively, person c starts making fun of b.
person a: *death glare* only i make fun of b. take a step back before i break your legs.
a and b go to study at the same library, not expecting to see each other, and then when they do they glare at each other from afar and sit on opposite ends of the table
and then they start stealing glances at each other
a loves hates the way b's brow scrunches up when they're confused, how they push up their glasses, how they sip their coffee
b loves hates it when a runs a hand through their hair in frustration, licks their finger to flip the page of a book, draws absentmindedly on their own hand to relax
when university acceptances come out, both of them get so stressed and open the application portals together, hugging each other and sobbing and then when they both get in they kiss in triumph and then when they come to, they jump back, blinking
*le sexual tension silence*
"that never happened"
"yup."
*awkward handshake*
"good job"
"yeah"
also, imagine person a checking their dream school application portal and not getting in.
b sees the look on a's face change and realizes.
they go over to them and wordlessly hug them, letting them cry into their shoulder
one of a and b's teachers being their literal parent
teacher: a, apologize for calling b an underachiever.
a: *grudgingly* sorry b
teacher: now b, apologize for calling a....what did you call them again?
b: *mutters* i called them thomson's model of the atom because it was incorrect and useless
teacher: yes. that. *sigh* apologize.
b: sorry a
teacher: now hug it out
a and b making disgusted faces
teacher: hug it out.
a and b: *awkward hug*
(the teacher is invited to their wedding)
part. 2
part. 3
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Fight for Carnage
Pairing: Mentor!Coriolanus Snow x Mentor!Reader
Chapter Synopsis: The Admirer
Warning: angst, unrequited love, mean Coriolanus Snow, academic rivalry, elitism, injuries, greed, mentions of death, Capitol cruelty, spoilers
Word Count: 1296
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Before the onset of the Dark Days, Panem has seen no better tag team than that of Crassus Snow and Thanatos Swansworth, your father.
Men who helped shape the society, who kept the rebels at bay by putting a leash on them. They were the lightbringers of the Capitol and the harbingers of death to the Districts. They were well respected, or feared. Nobody really cared to understand the difference.
And to you and Coriolanus, they were people to be highly looked up to, they were not the best fathers but they were great men. And being their children, given the task to take up the challenge of reviving their legacy is a dream.
Although, it was never that easy.
Coriolanus Snow is your classmate in the academy, but he never really liked to socialize with you. It was a great insult to you when he once left your company to seek out Sejanus, a person he claims only to tolerate.
It did not deter you.
In class, you tried to offer smiles to him, asking him about his day, and he would respond to you curtly.
When there were gatherings, you tried to get him to make you his date, lingering by his side like a desperate little puppy, but it was always Clemensia Dovecot, his class partner who got the honor of having an arm looped around his.
It hurt you deeply. Especially when you always believed as a child that it was him you would marry. Your fathers loved to bring it up in every opportunity they had. They say that you and Coriolanus are one and the same.
Coriolanus disagrees with that.
Aside from having dead tyrant fathers, you had nothing else to sympathize over.
He had chosen his friends well. They were promising individuals, truly in the path of being the next great leaders of Panem.
And you, of course you were an exceptional student, someone who made it into the Academy’s top 24 best-performing students.
The news of having to become mentors in the 10th annual Hunger Games made your stomach turn.
Death was not foreign to you, your mother made sure you watched every single game. She said it was a way of honoring your late father. She has done it every year until she followed your father in death.
As a child, you had to develop resistance to brutality.
And the thought of having to take part in the backgrounds of such savagery did not affect you. The task, however of having to make your first step into the path your father wanted you take, had you completely anxious.
They had given you a young boy from District 8. He was plain. You saw no potential in him. Not that you voiced that out when they assigned him to you. It was only when you got to talk to him and he told you interesting things you can do with a sewing needle that your interest was piqued.
Coriolanus was invested in his tribute.
You saw it, heard it, as you passed him in the cafeteria when he had his luncheons with Sejanus. The way he looked at Lucy Gray’s eyes, the way they talked with such familiarity. You had trouble hiding a sneer. Surely, he would not stoop so low as to trick a woman’s affections just so he can come out as the victor.
When the games started, Cooriolanus became more and more detached, jittery, always on edge, as if using every moment to scheme.
That evening, you chose to rest early so you can come back before the break of dawn.
You were alone when you arrived, and you were met with the battered face of your tribute. Had it not been for his clothing, you would not recognize him with how bad his face has suffered from the brutal blows.
You stand in front of the screens, your body rigid as you cross an arm over your chest to support the other. You saw your father doing it often when he was plotting with Crassus. He often had a thumb under his chin and his index pressed in his lips as if to silence anyone who dared disturb him, and overtime, you managed to acquire the same gesture.
Your eyes were calculating as you watched every detail around him. It was a bloodbath around him. From the looks of the splattered blood, the culprit did not hold back. And the weapon, it was lying on the side, the concrete painted crimson.
Your narrowed eyes squinted at the other tributes, hardly anybody moved from their spots. Who could have done it?
You stood in the middle of the stage, eyes on every screen. Most of them had their own chosen weapons. What could have happened that your tribute had to die such a slow and brutal death. A pitchfork to the heart or an ax to hack his throat would have been better, at least his suffering would have been short.
Coriolanus Snow arrived after you. His eyes were blown, his forehead sweaty, and his shoulders stiff. He made no effort to acknowledge you first, you decided to do it for him.
“How have you been?” You ask gently. “I see your tribute is still cooped down there.”
He glances at you and at Lucy Gray on screen. “Yours?”
“Dead.” You smile at him.
The stillness in his movement did not go unnoticed by you, so did the grimace he pulled when he moved his shoulder wrong. You did not hide the way your eyes scanned his posture and he was watching you as you did so.
“Where were you last night, Corio?” Your smile is still on your face. Tone similar to the usual one you used when you ask for extra notes in class.
“Library.” He spoke with practiced calmness.
“In the middle of the night?” Your brows frown playfully. “And in the middle of the games?”
His back straightens at the tone of your voice.
Coriolanus Snow always detested how you were your father’s daughter. It was unfair to you, of course. But how is it that you, the daughter of Thanatos Swansworth did not have to suffer like him when he also lost his father. You were a sweet little girl. But the way you are at this moment, he started second guessing everything he knew about you.
“Were you scouring for strategies, you sly little fox?” You giggle as you walk over to him.
Coriolanus did not respond.
For a moment you just look at each other. His eyes are as glacial as you remember. He really is attractive, his ambitious nature even more so.
You squeezed his arm and the way your eyes darted to his shoulder had him holding his breath.
“Promise me you will not do anything stupid again, please?” You say with your voice barely above a whisper, almost begging him. He tries to break free but you pull his coat with your free hand, you are gripping his arm now. “Please, Corio.” You press yourself closer to him, eyes searching for something that is clearly not there.
He grabs your wrist tightly, making you let go of his coat. His eyes are not fazed with the unshed tears in your eyes. As his lips remain a firm line, you shy away from his cold gaze, feeling utterly pathetic.
But you will not let him see that he got through you.
It never ceases to amaze him how you can pull such authentic looking smiles.
“May the odds be ever in your favor, Coriolanus Snow.”
You stand on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his jaw and you leave him there with his thoughts building up a storm inside that golden head of his.
Hunt for Glory
#coriolanus snow x you#coriolanus snow x reader#tbosas#academic rivals#the hunger games#young coriolanus snow#coriolanus x reader#hunt for glory
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scene 5: to win a war, fight the battles
continuation of tim's arch nemesis
Tim had done his research. He was a Bat after all. Mr. Nolan was infamous for handing out the most difficult assignment right after midterm, weighing a heaping 40% of their final grade. Physics class had never been of much interest to Tim, he found it straightforward and elementary compared to the many projects he’s committed himself to as a Bat, and member of the Young Justice League. And it just so happened to be the only classes Tim shared with one Daniel James Fenton for the semester.
While Tim’s fellow classmates groaned at the announcement Mr. Nolan made, Tim’s knew his fate for the next three weeks was decided. He’d stayed up extra late completing his last case, and had even let his finger break so he could be off patrol without suspicion. Only his pinky of course, but enough for it to count. Despite all of Tim’s meticulous preparation for the assignment, he could only find the requirements with the rest of his class.
Tim had considered hacking into the system and finding all of Mr.Nolan’s notes for this assignment. The reason he hadn’t done it wasn’t because he couldn’t - the school’s firewalls were a joke - but because that would mean he was admitting that the only way he could beat Daniel James Fenton was to use underhanded tactics. And that was not a defeat Tim would take.
Tim listened closely as Mr.Nolan explained how this semester’s project would consist of him and an assigned partner creating a model using any of the physics topics they had covered throughout the semester and present it on the due date. They had till the next class to submit a formal proposal of their topic. Simple enough.
There was just one liability in Tim’s way now: the assigned partner. Normally Tim wouldn’t have been so worried, after all this class was for the advanced students in an already competitive school. But this time was different. This time Tim had a goal. He needed to annihilate Daniel.
“The partners for this project will be on the screen, I suggest you all get comfortable because you’ll be seeing each other a lot for the remainder of the semester.” As the projector flickered to life it dawned the document that would make or break Tim’s future.
There were 36 students in their class, a perfect even number. Discluding Tim there were 35 other students. Daniel was simply one- one- of the 35. There was a measly 3% chance they would be paired.
And yet.
And yet, there it was. Printed clearly in front of Tim’s eyes.
Timothy Drake - Daniel Fenton
In a moment of insurgence, Tim raised his hand, “Sir, I would like to change partners.” There wasn’t anyone in particular Tim would rather be paired with, but he could not have his plans mutilated by such a catastrophe.
Mr. Nolan raised a brow at Tim, “Is there a reason in particular, Mr. Drake?”
Tim hesitated. He had no qualms with telling Mr.Nolan the reason, but if he were to say it in front of the whole class with Daniel present he would lose the element of surprise. “No, sir.”
Mr. Nolan leaned back onto the podium, “Is there someone else you would prefer to work with then, Mr. Drake?”
In pure humiliation, “No, sir.”
“Well I’m glad to see I’ve made a suitable match.” Mr.Nolan concluded with finality, “Any other questions, Mr. Drake?”
“Are we graded individually or together?” Tim clung to his last tether of hope like a lifeline.
Unequivocally and mercilessly Mr. Nolan crushed Tim’s very being. “Together.” Tim sunk into his seat. He had become his own worst enemy. Tim ignored the confused look Daniel sent him from the other side of the classroom, saving himself the disgrace. “Any other question?” Mr.Nolan asked the class.
There was still a way for him to crush Daniel under his steel toed Red Robin boots. Tim would simply overpower Daniel with his superior skills and intellect, and make it unquestionably clear that it was Tim who had gotten them the perfect score. A year - 5 - 10 years from now this would be the memory that woke Daniel up in cold sweat in the middle of the night.
Psychological warfare. Tim’s specialty.
Once Mr.Nolan gave them the signal to disperse into their groups Tim met Daniel halfway between the two ends of the room where they sat.
“Uh, Tim, right?” Daniel asked with an awkward wanna-be polite smile.
“Yes, nice to meet you.” Tim flashed a smile he had perfected at the years of gala’s and business meetings he’d attended. Disarming, and charming. The perfect set up to sweep the enemy from under their feet. “Daniel, I believe.” A casual show of power, usually brushed off as unintentional. It was fully intentional.
“Danny’s fine.” He corrected with what must have been an attempt at an unassuming smile. Tim knew better, Danny would be ruthless in his attempt to permanently upsurge Tim from beautifully satiating first place. “So any ideas on what we should do our assignment on?”
Danny’s coup would not be successful for Tim had come prepared. “We could reconfigure an airplane for better aerodynamics.” Tim had gone through great lengths to research and develop that about a month ago for the Bat Plane, and if he dumbed it down slightly it should pass for a civilian.
Danny considered the idea for a moment, with the barest head nod. Victory was in Tim’s grasp now. “We could change the wingspan and nose shape of it and then widen the back fins for a more acute directional accuracy.” He offered easily. Tim blinked, that was supposed to be his line, where he would prove his superiority with the knowledge he’d already acquired. Victory, it turned out, was like a handful of sand that would, despite all efforts, spill through his fingers. “It seems easy enough.”
“Did you have any ideas?” Tim asked testingly, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Not really, but I thought it would be cool to try one of Tesla’s ideas. Nikola Tesla’s, I mean. The one off the top of my head is the thought camera.” Danny rambled with his hands.
Tim may have admitted that he felt a bit inspired at the idea of mimicking and improving on one of Tesla’s ideas, if it hadn’t been proposed by Danny. “The thought camera?” Tim echoed incredulously, formulating the perfect eyebrow raise to show his distaste.
Danny seemed undeterred, and was instead studying the rubric Mr.Nolan had left open on the board. “Yeah, I’m not a huge fan of that one either,” He said offhandedly, “I was just spitballing.”
This would’ve been the perfect opening for Tim to intercede with the perfect idea. As a Bat, Tim of all people should know the importance of always being ready and well informed of any situation that may arise. Yet here he was, unprepared. Resiliently, Tim pulled out his phone and searched up potential suggestions. Danny peaked over to look as well.
“The wireless energy transmitter seems like a good idea. If we proportionally scale it down we could have a fully functioning model.” Tim declared victoriously to his partner, who couldn't help but be on board with his amazing idea.
Tim had already won the first battle, and the war would soon be over with Tim’s overwhelming conqueror of the first place position.
Bouncing off of Tim’s original idea, the team had already procured a rough sketch of their model, and had designated a day to gather their supplies.
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Howard watched as his student’s chattering meshed into one indistinguishable sound. Howard through his past researching with other professionals in varying stages of their career, and teaching college students of various majors and life goals had become astute as discerning a person’s potential. He was aware his current students, now only between the ages of fifteen and nineteen, would not appreciate his sentiment on grading them on a scale of what he believed their personal best to be. Leading to his infamous profile through the halls of Gotham Academy.
Over his cumulative professional careers there was perhaps only a handful that Howard predicted to hold greatness. His visions always came to fruition as the sapling students of science and research once under his care, blossomed into leaders in their fields with headlining research papers under their name. And when Howard did find himself in the possessions of those saplings he made sure to nurture their growth as much as he could.
It just so happened this year Howard found himself with two.
There was one who Howard had heard whispers of in the teacher’s lounge. Tim Drake always sat in class with a bored castover look, ready with the perfect answer when tested as if he were the one with the PhD. Tim completed all his assignments with a stern perfection, always unchallenged with the material no matter how difficult his peers seemed to find it.
It only was Danny Fenton’s second year attending the Academy, and there were only a few that knew him as a student, but they were not stingy with their praises. In the first week of class Howard had found him unassuming, scribbling what Howard had assumed to be notes like his peers throughout class. He was swiftly corrected when Danny came to him, after class one day, frazzled over something in his book. Howard, always ready to help a student, welcomed him graciously. In the book Howard did not find scribbled notes of inertia and energy, but a diagram- more accurately a blueprint- of an archimedes engine applied for a re-designed drag car.
Howard watched the first spark of intrigue be kindled between the two with deep satisfaction.
#dpxdc#gotham academy's mentorship program#danny fenton#tim drake#danny and tim#tim is going to war#danny is just here for a good time#academic rivals#but it's definitely one sided#i made that stuff about the airplane up#i have no idea what any of that means it's just words#but the stuff about tesla is true#but the stuff abt the engine is half-bogus#though im sure u guys aren't cross refrencing to make sure#probably#i have a very specific direction i want their relationship to go in so i hope yall strap urselfs in for the ride#i'll say right now tho so u guys don't have fasle hope but i'm not rly a romance writer#and i'm not rly aiming for any kind of deadtired romance#which is why i didn't tag it#honestly im not sure if that tag is only for romance or not tho
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⍟ 3am [geto x reader] ⍟
academic rival!geto suguru x reader (college au)
synopsis: your arrogant over-achieving classmate who never has to study finally starts getting bad grades. the only person he can ask for tutoring sessions is you, because although he hates to admit it, you're terribly smart. of course, you would never want to be caught seen with him...so of course, the answer is late night tutoring sessions!
word count: 3,294 words
warnings: 18+ under the cut! mdni! gn!reader till the cut, fem reader below the cut, explicit language warning, slight academic angst, smoking, making out, hair pulling, mitski lyrics about yearning, fingering, cunnilingus, squirting, oral sex (m! receiving) slight-sub!reader, slight-dom!geto, size kink if you squint
the rules of your college dorms were pretty strict, but the people who were supposed to enforce them were quite the opposite. it wasn't unusual to find students in rooms they weren't meant to enter at night. if a student was caught doing something, they'd tighten security for about a week, and then go back to the same old routine. it had been the highlight of your month when you had found out that suguru geto had been caught smoking at 2am near the supply closet window.
but it had been a few weeks to that incident, and he was getting cocky in class again, flirting and arguing with you during discussions, waving his test sheet in front of you when his grade was higher than yours. he would make witty, yet relevant little quips in class, easily charming the professors. it was frustrating to see him excel so effortlessly. he was always goofing off, you had never seen him actually read a textbook. granted, you weren't his friend either, you just had a lot of the same classes. but you toiled and struggled, putting in hours of study, just to be outdone by someone who really couldn't care less about his academic standing, other than the fact that he could use it to lord over you.
you sat in the lecture hall, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. just as class began, someone threw their bag down near your feet, flopping into the empty chair next to you. you looked up to the side, a frown decorating your features, only to see the one face you'd rather not. suguru flipped his bangs out of his face, and smirked at you. "mad that i got a higher grade again?"
you scoffed. "bullshit." you slid your answer sheet over to him, pointing at the score. it was an a+. suguru's eyes widened ever so slightly before narrowing. "well," he paused, "not bad for an idiot, i guess." you scowled, snatching the sheet back away, neatly putting it into your bag. "oh? who's the idiot who got a c?" you taunted him. the smirk disappeared from his face as he frowned. "fuck off." he said, and looked away from you. conversations between the two of you usually went this way; throwing insults and challenges at each other. he was so smooth while talking to other people. he just had to ruin your mood, and you had to ruin his. it was petty, but spite was an effective motivator.
class went by without him saying anything more to you. little did you know, he watched you as you took meticulous notes, how you squinted your eyes to read the presentation on the board, how your tongue poked out the side of your lips when you concentrated, how your hair fell into your eyes. god, how he wanted to be the one to push it behind your ears.
he was irritated with himself for falling for you. but there was something about your anger, your pettiness that made him gravitate towards you. he tried to stay away, but he could see your confused glare from across the room when test results were announced. if he had to choose one moment when his perception of you changed from classmate to cute classmate, it was that one time you had been carrying some papers for a professor and you had tripped in the hallway. he had caught you before you fell, his large hand on your back, your hand gripping the front of his shirt, papers flying everywhere. you had been so flustered, your gaze frantic, face flushed and all embarrassed; it was like a shot to the heart for him.
before you could exit the lecture hall, suguru's arm blocked your path. "i need to talk to you." he tilted his head down slightly to meet your eyes, although his gaze looked nothing but condescending through his lower lashes. "yeah yeah, you want to gloat about your grade in another subject, i'm sure," you said, pushing past him. "[name]." his voice was hoarse, pained almost. you turned to face him. his eyes were rimmed with red, dark circles extending to his normally chiseled cheekbones which now seemed slightly sunken.
it felt oddly good to see him like that, defeated. but it felt infinitely worse to see him like that as well, like the moon had suddenly disappeared from the night sky. "what do you want to talk about, geto?" you asked him, my voice less harsh than usual. "not here," he said, grabbing my arm and dragging me to a quiet corner.
he leaned against the wall, his tall figure shrinking slightly as his eyebrows furrowed together. "i'll be honest about this. i've never really needed to put in hours of studies for college. i'm a natural scholar." you frowned. was he, in fact, just gloating? "but," he continued, "recently i, i haven't been able to pay attention in class. i've been stressed, and i," he paused again, "i need tutoring..." he mumbled the last part. my eyes widened. "say that again?" you pinched yourself. he grimaced. "i need tutoring. from you."
you couldn't believe it. this was basically the equivalent of him announcing to the entire college that you were better. "say please." you might have been pushing it, but he gave in any way; you did feel a little guilty for taking advantage of his desperation, but you also felt powerful. so powerful. "please tutor me, [name]." he said through gritted teeth. you pulled a post-it note out of your bag and wrote something on it before neatly smacking it onto his chest and walking away.
suguru's heart skipped a beat when you touched his chest, the sensation of your hand lingered there. he read the post-it. it said: "thursday, 3am, room 682" along with a phone number, in the neatest handwriting he had seen.
neither of you wanted to be seen 'fraternising' with each other, so the obvious solution would be to meet when no one else could see you, that is, past curfew. but unlike suguru geto, you weren't a repeat rule-breaker. you had second thoughts. and third and fourth thoughts, but part of you was determined to follow through with this plan.
phone on silent, you creeped out of your room, quickly tiptoeing through the halls to get to the abandoned room 682. things were going well, even though your heart was still hammering in your chest. you heard footsteps from the turn behind you. you had jinxed it. you looked around frantically, trying to find a place to hide. a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you into a small supply closet. you were surrounded by cigarette smoke and suguru's cologne. he had been smoking in the same place he had been caught. "geto-" you began. he pressed his hand onto your mouth, shutting you up. "shh." you were caged between his arms and the shelf. one move would've toppled something over. but it was hard to not squirm when he was this close to you.
you could feel his heartbeat, equally as frantic as yours. the footsteps got closer. you looked up to find his face in the dark, only to see him looking down at you. your heart skipped a beat, you tried to get over the feeling by blinking a few times. the sound of the footsteps receded into the distance. "idiot. who starts talking when they're trying to hide?" he scolded me in a whisper. he moved his hand away from my mouth, gently opening the door of the closet. you had no response. you snuck out.
when you had made it to the classroom, you finally relaxed. you set your textbook and notes down on a table. "geto, what do you want to start-?" you saw him lighting a cigarette. "seriously?" you were annoyed. "yeah, sweetheart, seriously. helps with the stress. especially when i'm with the source of my fucking stress." he retorted. you clicked your tongue. "oh i'm the source of your stress, geto? i could leave." you snapped back. "wait- shit. sorry, i'm just on edge." he apologised. he took a drag of his cig, letting smoke billow out of his mouth. "at least crack open a window." you walked up to the window and opened it just a little bit, enough to get the smoke out. you looked back at him. he was gazing at you, bangs in his eyes, the cigarette loosely hanging from his lips.
you cleared your throat. "so, what do you want to start with?" "psychology." he muttered through puffs of smoke, ashing his cigarette on the window sill. he moved to sit on the bench near the table. you coughed before following him. you switched on your torch and pointed it at the book and began to explain the lesson to him. he took scratchy notes in the torchlight, his eyebrows furrowing as his hair fell into his eyes again. you set the torch down. you shifted closer to him. his eyes widened as your arms circled his neck. you tied up his hair and clipped his bangs back without a word. "what?" you asked when you saw his flustered expression. "just focus so i can go sleep," you sighed.
and he did focus. for a good hour. it was irritating how quickly he understood things. he expertly answered each question you asked. "correct, geto." you spoke in a low voice.
"why don't you ever call me by my first name?" his question caught you off guard. "i- i don't see how that's relevant right now." you stuttered back. "say my name," he said. "no. you need to focus on the lesson." he closed the textbook, leaning towards you, too close for comfort. "say it. once." you got up from the bench, moving towards to window. he followed you, "why won't you say it?" "we aren't close enough!" he frowned.
"you're the only one i thought of when i couldn't understand stuff in class. i thought we had some weird academic respect for each other. guess not." a muscle in his jaw twitched. he picked up his notebook agitatedly, and stuffed it into his bag. He strode towards the door.
"you're acting like a baby! you're the one who called me here, and you're leaving because i won't say your damn first name?!" you were getting so frustrated with his lingering looks and with your own confused feelings. but he didn't show any signs of stopping.
"suguru!"
he froze. his breath caught in his throat. his chest tightened. he hadn't expected one word from your mouth to have so much sway over him. he turned around. "suguru," you said again, "just, i can't see you like this anymore." "like what?" he asked, taking a few steps back into the room. "like you're not yourself. you've stopped arguing with me in class. stopped flirting."
he let out a chuckle. "you miss my flirting?" "n-no, that- ugh, you've lost your spirit. you're burnt out. i don't find it fun to have a guaranteed win. i might stop working for it." you looked into his eyes. you cared for him more than you realised. and he for you, except he was fully aware. he moved closer still. "can't let that happen, can we?" he whispered. "do you pity me?" he asked. "no, are you stupid? you, you're the reason i push myself. you-" you sighed, "i study for hours to keep up with you, so you don't think i'm stupid."
"i've never thought you were stupid." he replied.
"but you're always so irritating, so condescending-" my mind was reeling. it was hard to force yourself to dislike him when he looked at you so genuinely. "i just like to see you riled up," he admitted, chuckling to himself. "you're doing it again, and i'll never be good enough to-" "who the fuck is telling you that you're not good enough?" he grabbed your face in his hands. "you're- you're way more than enough, [name]." he looked into your eyes.
his eyes flitted to your lips, and back to your eyes, almost begging for silent permission. butterflies fluttered in your stomach. you stretched up to meet his lips, leaving a soft peck on his lips. his eyes widened. "fuck." he whispered. his lips crashed into yours. his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you into his body, closer, as close as possible. he moved his lips against yours, pulling your lower lip between his teeth, softly sucking on it. one of his hands cradled the back of your neck, supporting it as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. soft hums left your mouth, your hands grabbed the front of his shirt. you broke the kiss to breathe, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his, glimmering silver in the moonlight from the window. sounds of heavy breathing filled the room.
I don’t need the world to see
That I’ve been the best I can be
But I don’t think I could stand to be
Where you don’t see me
"maybe you tutor me for class, and i can teach you other things~" suguru spoke low, suggestively. you whacked his chest lightly. "shut up." he grinned. "make me."
you kissed him again, pulling him down to your height. your hand wandered from the back of his neck to his hair, pulling the scrunchie out, letting the dark waves of his hair fall over his shoulders. your fingers tangled themselves with his tresses. you felt like if you let go of him, this would all disappear. he held you with just as much fervour, grasping at the flesh of your waist, your thighs. his touch was hungry, possessive. he was almost overwhelmed by the relief that came with returned feelings.
but kissing didn't feel like enough. both of you wanted, no, needed more. as the kiss broke, your eyes met. he grabbed your arm, pulling you out of room 682, down the hallway. "s-suguru! we need our stuff!" you whispered frantically. "hell no, i need you, we can get that shit tomorrow," he replied, heaving. he opened the door to his room, pulling you inside.
he shut the door and pushed you against it. his lips found yours again, passionate, voracious. his tongue pushed into your mouth again, harder this time. you mewled a little, trying to keep up with his movements to no avail. he grabbed your thighs and lifted you up into his arms, your back still firmly pressed against the wall. your arms were placed around his neck, gripping his lean shoulders, pulling at his hair. he groaned, rutting his hips into yours for friction. he kissed your neck, licking a long stripe down to your collarbone. you sighed, your fingers still playing with his hair.
he turned with you still in his arms, and brought you to his bed, laying you down. he backed away and tugged off his t-shirt. your eyes scanned his torso. he smirked when he noticed you staring. "take a picture, princess, it'll last longer." you looked away. he crawled onto the bed, hovering over you. he tugged at your shirt. "strip."
he couldn't help but wonder what you looked like under your clothes. you gingerly pulled your t-shirt up. his breath hitched. his hand touched your stomach and it set your skin ablaze. you moaned softly when he began to caress your waist. "suguru," his name left your lips in a sensual whisper. his eyes raked over your naked upper body. "beautiful..." he murmured. he couldn't wait any more. he pulled your shorts down to your ankles, swallowing as he saw a growing wet patch on your panties. you pressed your thighs to together in an attempt to hide your arousal. he pried your legs wide open, pushing them into your chest, smooshing against your breasts, practically folding you in half. he prodded at the wet patch with his long fingers, gaining mewls and a twitch from you. he wanted more. he wanted to see your reactions, he wanted to hear your voice scream out his name.
he pushed his fingers against your underwear again, rubbing with more force. you cried out. your legs shook, but he held them open and in place. he lowered his face to your clothed cunt. "stop- suguru, it isn't clean-" you began. he shut you up by sucking your clit over your panties. "mnngh~!!" you moaned. "don't care, it tastes too good to stop," he pushed your underwear to the side and licked you again. and again. harder, faster. he sucked on your clit, giving you a break only by stuffing long fingers inside you, curling them to push against your gummy walls. and then he went back to kitten licking your clit at an insane speed. you were losing yourself under him, you thrashed around, unable to move freely because his hand held your legs firmly in place. "suguru~! nghh~ hah~!" you moaned his name, head thrown back, eyebrows furrowed. your hips twitched and bucked up to meet his lips.
he looked up to meet your eyes. his chin was covered in slick that shined in the low light. he smirked and immediately went back to eating you out. the knot that had been tightening in your stomach, snapped. lewd sounds of liquid sloshing against skin, of suguru's licks and your strangled moans filled the room. your eyes widened as you saw the spray, coating suguru's chin, lips and your thighs. what had you done? "i'm sorry, i-" "again. squirt again for me, princess." it wasn't a request. he was going to make you do it again.
he thumbed your clit, you shivered. you were still sensitive. "w-wait." you grabbed his hand. he tilted his head at you. "i..." you took a breath, "...i want to taste you too." he blushed.
"fuck. you're going to be the death of me." he let go of your legs. he unzipped his pants, pulling them off. you sat up, kneeling on the bed. he sat down beside you and you touched him over the fabric of his underwear. it looked tight enough to tear. you gently hooked your fingers under his briefs, tugging them off to let his dick slap against his abdomen. it wasn't going to be easy to fit him, well, anywhere. you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. suguru did the same on the other side. you touched his hand, smiling a bit, before placing your lips around his angry red tip.
you sucked him off, trying not to let your teeth touch him. but your teeth did graze past his sensitive shaft, he shuddered, gripping your hair. "no teeth, baby, please," he grunted. you nodded, and realised it felt good for him. satisfied sighs and moans escaped his mouth. "doing so well, princess," he praised. you alternated between licking and sucking, and then used your hands to pump the length which you couldn't reach with your mouth. "good fucking girl," he rutted into your mouth, chasing his pleasure. his dick was twitching near your throat, and his salty precum was smeared on your lips. his hand found your cunt again, drawing quick circles around your clit. you moaned and gagged around his length, tears stinging at your eyes. he was groaning, panting, hips rutting into your face. your hips shook with pleasure as he flicked your clit just right, making you release again, and he fingered you through your orgasm. "fuck~!" he shot his cum into your throat, with a loud moan. you slid your lips off his dick, swallowing. he kissed you. you could taste both him and yourself. he pulled you into his arms. "if this is how all our tutoring sessions are going to end, i think i should let my grades drop further," he panted suggestively. "you're insufferable," you sighed, and you kissed him again.
hello! this was my first time writing smut (T^T) i hope you liked my style of writing, and i hope i haven't messed up any of the warnings. anyways, this was fully a guilty pleasure piece of writing because suguru is literally my husband <3 my requests are open, i would love to write for more characters, so please send in your ideas!
(p.s. if you noticed the action of geto finally getting to tuck reader's hair behind their ear, ur a real one <3)
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"Top Marks" - Michael Gavey x Preppy!Reader - Series Masterlist (COMPLETED)
Summary: You've been at the top of your class for your entire life, but one Michael Gavey threatens your perfect academic record when you get to Oxford. Underestimating you due to your popularity and penchant for the color pink, you and Michael become fast rivals, and perhaps more.
Fandom: Saltburn/Ewan Mitchellverse
Pairing(s): Michael Gavey x Preppy!Reader
Tropes: Academic Rivals, Enemies To Lovers, Opposites Attract
Chapter One: First Impressions
Chapter Two: Bitter
Chapter Three: NFI
Chapter Four: Ribbon
Chapter Five: Secrecy
Chapter Six: Revelation - FINALE
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academic rivals with pope . 📓 ✧ ˚
omggg academic rivals with pope would be AMAZING. the constant bickering about who’ll be able to get the merit scholarship, always glancing at each other from across the room, and him always ranting about you ‘being a nuisance’ to the pogues – but we all know it’s because his face was stuck between your legs last night. and lord, the angry sex. literally kill me now. imagine him being assigned to you for a project, and him coming over, where an argument led to mouths being inches away from each other and heavy breathing.. the sexual tension !!
and tbh i feel like he’d try to make you happy by saying he got a score lower than you just to see your smile instead of a scowl.
getting a lil more on the steamy side – but think about fucking in empty classrooms or him fingering you in the back of the class. god, i need this man BIBLICALLY.
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