#Breath of the Wild scenario

[spaceistheplaceart]

when the sparring becomes homoerotic! 😳

[glitterbuns]

My one and only TOTK crack AU is that when Zelda went to the past, she was pregnant, and Sonia and Rauru didn't have kids. Zelda gave birth in the past and left the child behind (not her choice). As the monarchs were dead, that kid was named Rauru and Sonia's successor, and started the royal line that in TOTK's present ends in Zelda

She's the mother, the daughter and the holy spirit. Amen🛐

[revalink-incorrect-quotes]

Revali: Thanks again for agreeing to help me workshop my wedding vows.

Mipha: Of course, anything for a friend. Why don't you show me what you have so far?

Revali: Alright. "Link. I want you to know that I have begun to find your presence tolerable--"

Mipha: Okay stop.

[shwoo]

Not sure if this is funny if you don't know the specific Bugsnax line I'm referencing, but it's been in my head since I learned Tears of the Kingdom had a journalism questline.

Also, I wanted to put a press hat on Link. The game doesn't give you one no matter how intrepidly you investigate.

[ca-8]

𐋐𖼜𖼜 𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚉𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚊: 𝙰𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚂𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 (𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝙰𝚛𝚎) 𖼜𖼜𐋐

Disclaimer! 

This is based on information within Breath of the Wild/Age of Calamity (mostly Age of Calamity). While this will be based on events in Age of Calamity/BOTW, these events will only be scenario-based and loosely related to the actual plots in the games.

◈━◈ 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘬'𝘴 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳 ◈━◈

The hotheaded caption of the Hylian army, who’s always ready for battle! ...but never for casual conversation. Though romance doesn’t exactly fit within their skillset, their passion is as powerful as the final blow to a raging Lynel. It’s guaranteed that no harm will ever come to whoever they have their sights set on, and rest assured every day will be nothing short of an adventure; heart-pounding tests for the soul. Every day shall be lived like it’s the last! 

☀𖼜 𝚉𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛𖼜☀

The patient, empathetic, and hard-working personal servant of Hyrule’s beloved Princess. Their sole purpose is to serve Zelda’s every domestic need down to the letter, and they’re certainly more than happy to do so. Their admiration for her true self goes even beyond the average citizen’s, so nothing will ever keep them away from being by her side. It’s the least they can do after what happened all those years ago...

✿◉●•𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫◦•●◉✿

No one special, just a shy, humble salesperson...who wants nothing more than to help with the fight against Calamity Ganon. Ever since disaster struck their village, they’ve held a raging urge to push back against those forces of evil and avenge those once close to them. Although, they have almost no skill and the courage of a frail twig... and no one’s a better trainer than one of Princess Zelda’s beautiful bodyguards. 

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.𝕊𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕟𝕖𝕣.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

A traveling Zoran healer who follows in their princess’ footsteps. Though they were not born with any healing abilities like dear Mipha, the grace she blessed upon them while they were kids was enough to inspire their fate. And after her tragic outcome within Vah Ruta, they wish to carry out a similar grace and kindness she had possessed across Hyrule. And who would have thought a certain upbeat prince would catch a heavy sight of such a simple deed...

★⋆✰𝓡𝑒𝓋𝒶𝓁𝒾'𝓈 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓃𝑒𝓇 ✰⋆★

Out of every tribe within Hyrule, there is always a special group of those who have the courage to go out and explore every inch of its wonders. This, of course, includes the Rito, having one traveler who is always happy to take in Hyrule’s beauty from amongst the clouds. Staying in one place and mingling with the other townsfolk was never their specialty, so, bow in wing, they set out on an adventure that changed their life...for better, or for worse. 

꧁༺ Mipha's Partner ༻꧂

Level-headed, hushed, and still - their entire existence has already been defined before they were put into this world. Purpose, however, has not been granted so generously, for it is earned, and if something so invisible is to be given purpose, they must put their life on the line for the sake of their tribe - especially if it’s for Princess Mipha. When her sake is in question, the honor of protecting her life is done unquestionably. King Dorephan has much faith in her skills, but a father’s worry for his child’s safety is a stubborn force. This spy is distant; their life unknown to most, especially to their dear Princess...but then again, everyone knows she is smart as she is kind. 

[mistresslrigtar]

Coming in September!

Summary: After meeting their final semester in grad school, Zelda and Link’s budding relationship is going fantastic–until they return from their summer road trip and soon after, a scandalous article about them is published in the Rumor Mill. On top of which, Link discovers Revali is in talks with a producer to go solo. With Ganondorf still in rehab, their band, Hyrule Warriors, doesn’t need another setback. Meanwhile, Zelda’s new sponsor, the handsome, sophisticated, and intelligent Dr. Ghirahim has his sights set on her for more than her ground-breaking research. Can Zelda and Link’s relationship survive the scrutiny of trashy tabloids, the disapproval of her parents, and the outside forces that threaten to come between them?

Snippet:

“Just ‘cause I know it doesn’t mean I like it.” Link resumes playing the piano, the melody of Indigo-go’s top ten hit Lay All Your Love on Me filling the small apartment. She hadn’t recognized it at first because of the slower tempo Link is taking so she can follow along. “What comes next, Zel?"

At this her laughter stops and Zelda’s heart begins to race. Grabbing her drink, she gulps down the sweet soda, parching her sudden thirst. She swallows too quickly and feels the cool liquid travel all the way to her stomach. The slightly sour aftertaste makes her salivate, and she’s forced to swallow again. There’s no way she’s going to embarrass herself and sing in front of him. It doesn’t take a master’s degree in science to know that her strength doesn’t lie in her vocals. Once she’s able to speak again she answers with a firm, “No.”

“Come on, I bet you have a beautiful voice,” Link cajoles, nudging her with his elbow. “I won’t laugh.”

Zelda rolls her eyes, but she knows he won’t let up until she gives in, so she might as well get it over with. “Fine,”–she takes another swig of her soda, coating her throat with the syrupy drink–“but the next time you come to visit my lab I’m going to make you dissect a flower.”

“Deal. Seal it with a kiss?” He leans toward her, and Zelda is suddenly acutely aware of his bare thigh pressed next to hers. There’s a faint sheen of sweat above his upper lip, and when their lips meet, the faint taste of salt mixes with the sweet flavor of the voltfruit soda that lingers on her tongue. Zelda marvels that he’s still able to play without looking where to move his hands next as they kiss. She’s disappointed when it ends too quickly.

[shootingcookielover]

I think the legend of zelda: tears of the kingdom should have played out like:

U get the ganondorf cutscene, the mastersword breaks, link looses his arm.

The ground rumbles and breaks, earth starts rising - but only link falls off the chunk. Zelda reaches for him, their hands just miss and Link disappears into the darkness below.

Now, Zelda does not inexplicably timetravel into the past.

Instead she wakes up on a sky island as a playable character.

She meets Rauru's ghost and with his help, plus help from some constructs, she manages to repurpose the sheikah slate to have basically the same abilities as the zonai arm in totk.

At some point during this, maybe after a particularly harrowing temple or something, I dont know, we find a campfire. Rauru's sat there, like, meditating or smth, and tells zelda to take a break and wait, since that is really the best option they right now - wait for a rito to fly high enough that they see zelda. Or something, idk, point is we need a reason for zelda to chill at a campfire.

Because this introduces the switching mechanic - aka, not only can u forward time at a campfire, but u can also change perspectives. In this case, to Link.

Link who is just. Not having a good time lol.

He wakes up in the depths, alone, no weapons, the malice eating his arm draining away the lives that players painstakingly built up in breath of the wild.

Everythkng's dark. Monsters are seemingly everywhere, pools of malice are threatening to kill you even faster than your broken arm already does.

All you have for a glimmer of hope is faint turquoise light somewhere ahead. So that's where ur heading.

This is where u find rauru's arm, fallen with some other debris, around a non-actjve light root.

Link somehow manages to attach the arm to the one still eaten by malice - idk maybe u pick up the arm, there's a fade to black, and when it returns it's to link bending his new and improved blue-glowing fingers experimentally.

You activate the lightroot and it restores some of ur hearts, but not the entirety of what u once had - a symptom of the malice-eating arm, or smth, surely.

And now u have two different story lines going at once - zelda tryjng to find link/figure out what's going on/stop ganondorf by exploring the sky islands, maybe having access to hyrule below with the help of some rito that u can find scattered across the sky islands. Maybe there's even a skysard sword-type skybird element there, where u get to steer the rito or smth, idk.

Meanwhile in the depths u have link, building up a shelter/hq/base with people that somehow fell into the chasms as they opened up, nobody quite able to reach the top again - not even the few rito that fell down. They just can't make it through the thick miasma of malice hanging above everything like storm clouds.

And, of course, link is also trying to get back to zelda/figure out what's going on/stop ganondorf.

Like idk, i feel like going with an approach like this would have made totk feel less like just a re-packaged botw with some DLC content, you know?

But hey, what do i know, i'm just some guy lol

[duskatill-dawn]

Princess dusk art :) she’s so pretty I love her so much

(I used a SC from Hyrule warriors as reference if that’s not obvious LMAO)

Erm little scenario to explain what’s happening in the photo

Dusk stood on the bridge, the breeze brushing her dark gown as she watched Zelda assign Link as her knight. Her golden eyes lingered on the Champions—Urbosa’s steady confidence, Daruk’s booming laugh, Mipha’s quiet grace, and Revali’s proud arrogance.

Her gaze shifted to Link, steadfast and focused, his expression unreadable as he accepted his role. Though he never looked up, Dusk found herself admiring his quiet strength. She stayed where she was, her heart swelling with a mix of awe and longing as she silently took in the extraordinary figures below, their presence inspiring her in ways she couldn’t yet explain.

[dopameems]

Me when I’m playing Zelda Tears Of The Kingdom and I collect a red rupee:

“20 rupees. Its red luster tickles your heartstrings.”

[funkybotwstuff]

good evening i'm not sure if y'all are still active but if you are could i please request platonic botw hcs (i don't recall you specifying whether you do platonic or not- i'm sorry if you don't, that's my bad) for a reader who's the youngest champion and has an intense competition against revali? all the champions know about it and they try and stop him from being too hard on the reader but he never listens

thank u <3

Oh my goodness, platonic hcs requests are very much appreciated! They're super fun to write, and this request was especially fun to jot down. Sorry for the wait again but thank you for the request!

After training your arse off to be as skilled as you can, you were chosen by the one and only Princess Zelda to become a Champion! And the youngest one at that, congrats! 

You owe it to everyone and everything: your mentors, family, friends, and a whole lot of grueling training and luck to top it off. 

Everyone's celebrating and the other chosen Champions are congratulating you on your feat! They're all amazingly proud of your accomplishments and warmly welcome you to the elite team chosen to fend off Calamity Ganon

One problem: there's another young Champion vying for that sweet spot of ultimate recognition, and he's not backing down that easy 

Revali, being the overtly competitive and sardonic individual that he is, isn't going to appreciate you stealing another spotlight from him 

I mean, first Link shows up seemingly out of nowhere and was assigned to take Ganon down...now this other younger teen Champion is the fresh talk of the town and barely anyone bothers to acknowledge Revali's impressive feats 

You can't be that good, right? At least, that's what Revali believes when he first catches wind of your acceptance 

Someone with not nearly as much life experience as everyone else couldn't possibly be a Champion, he thinks, even with excruciating training and dedication, reaching the level of a Champion takes a specific skill (let's not forget their abilities here)

Though (sadly for him), you do in fact have a seemingly supernatural ability. Like him, you've worked hard to be able to harness this skill

It irks the ever-loving hell out of him and you quickly catch onto his disdain of your presence 

You can't be in the same room together let alone fight alongside each other without intense amounts of competitive, resentful energy radiating from him and yourself  

It started out petty things: you'll stick your tongue out at him, he'll purposely stand right in front of you while walking, you'll speak before he gets a chance, he'll compare his skills to yours…it's never ending 

Of course, this can't be kept secret for long; your colleagues are for sure going to notice. And since Revali is the oldest out of you two, the other Champions try giving him a pep talk to "lay off on the kid" since your rivalry could turn for the worse and ruin a potential mission 

But in his mind, a Champion is a Champion, right? And being the bigger person in a moral stance isn't exactly his strong suit 

"If this child is to be worthy enough to stand among Hyrule's leading force in a conflict of this magnitude, a challenge of authority should hardly be an issue."

No one could persuade him to quit it and that simply fuelled your dislike, no, hatred of him more. Mipha tried reason, Daruk attempted group bonding exercises and Urbosa thought brute verbal force would work… But it’s Revali we’re talking about. He changes on his own accord

In short, nothing's getting resolved anytime soon :/ It eventually escalated to both of you purposefully throwing yourselves in perilous situations just to prove one was better over the other. It was quickly becoming a conundrum when you basically challenged each other to a fight to the death

“Fight to the death” may be pushing it, but putting yourselves at risk of injury for just some rivalry? It became concerning rather than amusing for your friends-in-arms to stand another day of bickering and death stares seeing how it could turn to outright antagonism

Even Daruk is starting to get worried, and he's the more light-hearted one of the group!

To remedy this, Zelda purposely pairs the two of you together for a small mission in hopes you put aside your differences to complete a goal. The other Champions disagreed at first (fearing Revali and you would tear each other apart limb from limb), but trusted her instincts

You both vehemently protested this mission, but went along anyway. The journey there was quiet for the most part with the two of you silently stewing over the decision to go. However, you picked up on the fact that she's trying to make you get along and both thought isn't that ridiculous?? 

As you're walking towards the location of your mission, you converse about the others attempting to stop your rivalry in a somewhat casual manner 

"Pfft, it's funny how hard they're trying. Like, are they really that desperate?"

"They must be. To think that we alone seem to be enough trouble for even the Princess to intervene… Perhaps you’re right, it’s nearly comical." This is absolutely an understatement on his end by the way; nearly killing each other should constitute more than ‘enough trouble’. 

“Right? I didn’t think we’d strike that much of a nerve!”

After a bit of back and forth banter, you both return to the others…still bickering. Although, it’s not the usual mean-spirited quarrel everyone’s used to! The bad blood began thinning out bit by bit, with the healthy rival challenge every now and then

Now each passing day you’re on missions and such, it morphs into a type of older brother situation on Revali’s end: still an asshole to you, but a genuine guy to fight alongside

There’s still the odd, legitimate squabble here and there, but mainly just about counting monster kills (Legolas and Gimli style)

[doomingthenarrative]

so guess who started a zelink multichapter with that good hurt/comfort.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Abel is being particularly stubborn with this writing, so I am going to reblog/post random things about him to try and work through this.

You have been warned >:)

[alex-dontknow]

tabi with philophobia absolutely tearing himself apart from the inside because he's so foolish that he's found himself in love AGAIN.

*cue mitski* /j

@taterswithranch @lightgriffinsect @hoodiehydra suffer /lhj /nsrs

[rain-after-thunder]

I am glad i could get more people to read your fic! If the timing seems weird it is because I just entered the BotW fandom, and your fic is one of the first I read.

For at least some speed-runners, this is canon.

[ca-8]

Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild Partner Scenarios

☀𖼜 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 : 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚉𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚊 𖼜☀ 👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑 Word count: 1,388 Dynamic: Canon x Reader 👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑✨👑

"I'm sorry, she's my what?" (Y/n)’s relaxed, yet poised composure remained undisturbed. Though many are usually eager to have someone like them by their side, it’s still not uncommon for some to have a bothered reaction. And still, a thought managed to form in the back of their head: For being the princess of every inch of this land, she should be used to pampering by now.

Right above them, King Rhoam had his narrowed eyes laid upon his daughter. They were all in the main room of the palace, where the King stood on the balcony with the two teens below him, and the morning sunlight beamed through the windows. All of which upon the King’s wrinkled, earnest face and the nervous stature of Princess Zelda.

“Your personal assistant,” he stated with arms folded behind his back.

Princess Zelda’s eyes widened. “Father, do we not have enough workers at the castle already?”

“I think not. As of right now, awakening your power is absolutely crucial. You need to spend every waking moment on making it possible,” the King explained. “(Y/n) will make sure you won’t have to waste time on your private needs from now on.”

The Princess hesitated, glancing to her side for a quick second. (Y/n) noticed her hand slithering to the hem of her dress and gripping on it, as if for dear life.

“Um, thank you, but…” Princess Zelda stopped to suck in a gentle breath. “I’m more than capable of fulfilling my personal duties along with my royal duties. I do not think I need them.”

Then, the room fell silent. Within that moment, tension thickened the air to the point where if someone walked into the room, they would instantly feel thousands of invisible boulders crush their shoulders. Still, (Y/n) didn’t allow this to impair their posture.

“Zelda, you must understand the importance of your destiny, correct?” King Rhoam finally said, raising his voice.

“W-Well, yes-”

“Then you also know that contributing every second of your time will bring you closer to it. Therefore, you will let (Y/n) take care of you from now on as you continue with your training.”

His words echoed throughout the room. Princess Zelda kept her mouth glued shut, her eyes slowly moving from the balcony and onto the floor. She folded her hands in front of her stomach, and gazing upon the light caress her thumb gave to the base of her finger, (Y/n) wondered about the last time anyone had ever comforted her.

But they set the thought ablaze immediately. ‘That part of Princess Zelda’s life is none of your business,’ they reminded themselves.

“Yes, father,” the Princess said slowly.

“Good.” (Y/n) heard King Rhoam sigh. “(Y/n), please escort Zelda to her study and prepare her breakfast.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” she said. For a moment, the Princess’s eyes flickered at theirs, then back to the glossy marble floor. (Y/n) drew in a quick, silent breath and made their way to the double doors. They stopped right in front of them and turned to the Princess, who still stood in the same spot. “Please come with me, Princess,” they advised.

They could now see King Rhoam’s eyes firmly staring down at his daughter, like black clouds hovering over a field of sunflowers. Despite his strict expression, they couldn’t quite describe it as glaring. ‘A father who is doing what’s best for his daughter,’ they thought. ‘And a King doing what’s best for all of Hyrule, in this case.’

Princess Zelda’s shoulders slumped a little, and she turned and followed after (Y/n), keeping her gaze onto the floor. Her and her assistant exited the room with the King’s eyes following them.

(Y/n) had seen enough of the castle to know where they were going. Kitchens southeast, library far east, the Princess’s bedroom on the upper western floor, and currently most importantly, the study room only a floor below it. They had planned to walk briskly to get the Princess there as soon as possible, then get right to work.

However, with their pace resembling a thunderwing butterfly who just learned how to fly, she might as well expect to work late in the night.

Princess Zelda had barely lifted her feet off the ground. She hadn’t spoken a word or looked at anything besides her sandaled feet. (Y/n) took a peek at her gloomy face and felt a jab of guilt.

They could say something, like how her father just wants what’s best for her or she had already proven to Hyrule that she was a good ruler. Though, they knew the Princess wouldn’t completely buy it. If it came from a mere castle worker, it probably wouldn’t mean too much.

But that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t try. So, what can they possibly do?

They walked up a flight of stairs and entered another one of the hundred hallways within the castle. Tall windows were displayed along the left wall, which revealed a full display of the rising sun. Once again, the sunlight beamed down on the two of them, a part of it giving hopeful spotlight onto her hands, like the sun was trying its best to let its warmth awaken her power for her. But, to both the sun’s and her dismay, they remained painfully normal.

Despite their lacking the knowledge of how to help the Princess summon her fate, (Y/n) did come up with an idea of how to brighten her woeful face, even only a little.

“Thank you,” Princess Zelda muttered, then turned and entered the study, silently closing the door behind her.

‘Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll do everything in my power to give you the hospitality you deserve,’ (Y/n) thought. They removed their firm glare from the wooden door and headed towards the eastern part of the castle.

~

‘Perfect.’ They had to thank her mother for giving her years of culinary training. Observing every piece of fruit that beautifully decorated the slice of white and yellow cake, (Y/n) wondered if they’d ever had a chance of being the renowned assistant if they never worked so wonderfully in the kitchen. Yes, they were way behind schedule now, but at least the Princess’s behavior will be uplifted, at least a little. Besides, an assistant's job was to deliver food for their Lady, was it not?

They went straight to the Princess’s study and knocked on the door. “It’s (Y/n), Your Highness. May I come in?” they asked.

“Yes,” Princess Zelda’s gentle voice said.

Carefully shifting the tray to one of her arms, (Y/n) grabbed the doorknob and walked in. The Princess, who was only accompanied by the dozens of books surrounding her and the large window above, didn’t look up from the large, opened book. (Y/n) walked over and sat the tray down on the last bit of free space the desk had.

Princess Zelda glanced at the tray, and a tiny sparkle returned to her eyes. She looked up at (Y/n), who only gave her a gentle smile.

“I’ll come to deliver your lunch here in a few hours, Princess. Until then, I’ll be tending to your bedroom. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.” They bowed, then left the room to begin their work.

Before Zelda could say another thank you, (Y/n) was already out the door. Her gaze instantly darted to the slice of fruit cake, but then onto something much more intriguing. ‘A note?’ Zelda thought curiously. With slightly eager hands, she picked up the pink paper and began to read its unnaturally neat handwriting:

Dear Princess,

It is an honor to have the privilege of serving you. Though I cannot imagine the stress you are under, I do understand that your comfort is my responsibility, and I will try my absolute best to relieve every tension you have and will receive.

I also want to say that no matter what happens - no matter what the future of Hyrule is - I, and many others, will always be there to support you.

Forever yours, (Y/n)

For the first time in days, a tiny, relieved smile reached her face. She put down the note, took a few bites of the fruit cake, then went back to studying. ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ ♡𐡘 𐡘 𐡘 𐡘♡ ͙ ͙۪۪̥ ͙ Hey guys! Like what ya saw? Well you can commission your own private piece now!! Read more about that here! Thanks so much for reading, and have a great day!~ 💜💜💜

[vampjaeyun]

STRAWBERRY LOLLY

PAIRING shy nerd!sunghoon x confident fem!reader | wc: 1.5k

WARNINGS vague smut, miniskirt agenda (duh), sunghoon is a perv and he got it bad, dom!sunghoon

However, one aspect that stands out on this particular day is the sugary rock between the lips he loves so much. God, Sunghoon practically busts at the sight.

NOTES hi first post kinda nervy

PARK SUNGHOON has the hots for you.

It has only been a few months since he’s known of you. And it’s not enough time to build the courage to approach you.

What can he say?

You look unfathomable. Something so unreachable. Especially for someone like him.

He sits far across the room as the professor rambles on, stealing glances, wondering if you’ll notice him one day. It was hard to keep his mind at bay, to prevent walking up to you. He knew that he would ramble and mess it all up. Or stutter while attempting to acquaint himself with you.

He realized that admiring from afar was the best solution to the issue at hand. And it proved to be a good one.

That is, until it became unbearable. More specifically, sinful. And today is one where it seems God is testing him.

You return to the classroom and Sunghoon automatically straightens his posture– his doodling on the notebook gone astray.

You’re sporting the same mini skirt he loves so much and those legs are perfectly on display for everyone to see. It’s definitely not because they’re so short your panties practically peek out without having to look under.

He doesn’t know how you do it. How you claim attention to any room you walk in. Heads automatically turn in your direction the second you step foot into it. But you play dumb, acting as if the people in the room don’t automatically moan at the sight of you.

And whether it’s the perfect posture or the pearly smile you showcase, you’re far out of reach for the quiet, stereotypical glasses-wearing nerd, whose favorite class is calculus. And it’s most definitely because you’re in this class too.

However, one aspect that stands out on this particular day is the sugary rock between the lips he loves so much.

God, Sunghoon practically busts at the sight.

The glassy ball between your lips that you occasionally run your tongue along has him losing all composure. You’re innocently conversing with your classmate beside you, innocently grazing the tip of the red lollipop against your bottom lip, and innocently putting it back into your mouth in one motion. Your cheeks hollow, and he salivates at you sucking on the sticky candy. He knows he’s far away, yet believes his eyesight couldn’t be any clearer.

His leg starts to mindlessly shake once scenarios run wild, and one point he makes clear to himself is that the flavor is strawberry. It fits you perfectly, he thinks. The strawberry lollipop tints your lips a fitting scarlet shade, the gloss resembling honey as you continue to edge him beyond belief with the repetition of your ministrations.

But as he continues to gawk from across the room, your orbs shoot directly into his.

It’s so sudden that he moves to deter from your glare at all costs and reverts back to random doodling. Sweat dribbles down alongside his temple because your sharp eyes contain purpose behind them, and he prays that the purpose isn’t him.

You’re definitely going to call him out for being a creep if anything.

But a tap on his shoulder forces him to address the siren in heels behind him, and as he turns, Sunghoon can hardly meet your inviting eyes.

And just like taking a breath, your syrupy voice addresses him for the first time. He wonders if you feel an ounce of what he’s feeling at the moment.

Surely not, because you act as if you’ve known him your whole life.

“Hey Hoonie, can I talk to you for a second?” you infer with your hands pressed against the edge of his desk. And it’s proving impossible to look straight into your eyes, even more at your tits pressed together, spilling out of your top.

“Shoot,” he mentally applauses himself for a collective response.

“I need a tutor,” you frown, and all he thinks about is how your face would look when you cum.

“I’m on the verge of failing, and I know you’re about to check off a hundred percent in the class.”

“Yeah o-of course. I have to make sure my schedule’s open first.”

“Great! My place or your place?” you bat your lashes innocently.

Sunghoon swears if you do one more thing, he’ll cum in his pants right then and there. There’s not much more he can take. “Anywhere is fine. I gotta go though. We can discuss the details in class tomorrow.”

You’re giggling at his shyness, quick to follow his scurrying around the desk. “Or we can keep talking since I like talking to you so much.”

You’ve got him staring like a deer in headlights, “You do?”

“Do you?” you inquire while also wondering when he’ll drop the shy act.

An opportunity like this most likely won’t ever happen again. And the countless times Jake has called him a pussy for not shooting his shot only motivates him that much more. “Why are you asking questions you already know the answer to?”

“Maybe because I enjoy hearing answers I like,” you raise a brow at his sudden confidence, but your interest is showcased through the closing proximity between the two of you with each word that escapes your throat.

Sunghoon notices the glint of surprise in your eyes when you realize he wasn’t going to cower backwards.

His thoughts, on the other hand, were the complete opposite of his cowardly actions. In fact, he wonders how’d you react if he kissed you until your lips were bruised. Or if you liked it if he wrapped his entire hand full of your hair and tugged ‘til his heart’s content.

But in the end, your answer has him speechless, and you fully grin at that. “Let me know the answer to mine when you get the chance.”

You’re turning around to leave the shaky boy alone, but something catches your wrist.

“Tomorrow. Eight p.m., my place,” he’s breathing pattern quickens and he thickly gulps as he awaits your response.

And you giggle at his eagerness. “Can’t wait.”

And that’s how you ended up at his place the following night. Sunghoon had successfully helped complete a total of five questions before your hand slithered up his thigh and the subject of derivatives flew out the window.

To be honest, he doesn’t care he gave in so fast.

He’s so easy. So easy for you.

And you knew that. You took advantage of how he averted your gaze at all costs, yet you could still feel the heat of his stare when you looked away. Usually preferring men who are more dominant and masculine in and out of the bedroom, you took this as a challenge to stray out of your comfort zone.

You couldn’t lie though, Sunghoon’s awkward mannerisms are awfully cute. A bonus was he wasn’t hard on the eyes either. Your friends often scolded you for wanting to pursue him, but you ignored their incessant warnings.

And when you made due of your promise, you were surprised at how he was able to get a few words out.

What was even more surprising was the night that followed.

“Fuck—mnph!” your moans are muffled into the pillow as Sunghoon plows into your sopping cunt from behind. His palm envelops the entirety of your nape, pushing your head harder with each thrust. Your entire spine buzzes with pleasure, and his fingers digging into your neck only heighten the feeling.

“This is for underestimating me,” he seethes. You wish you were facing him to see his darkened persona.

“I w-w,” you barely get out.

“You what?” his hoarse voice mixes with a groan at your velvety walls sucking him like a vice.

“I-I wish I c-could take a pict-ture,” Sunghoon’s fingers press deeper with each word that escapes your throat, and you giggle. You’d never imagine the loser in class could get you pussy drunk.

“Go ahead,” he seethes before pulling out and flipping you over to your back.

“Wha-” you can’t even finish the word before he’s roughly thrusting into your pussy in one motion and continuing with the same pace.

“Hoon! Fuck,” you’re under his spell while the bed frame rhythmically knocks against the wall.

“I should take a picture of you like this,” he turns your slack jaw so you are able to look at him.

He chuckles once his eyes make contact with your hooded ones. “With drool and tears decorating your face while I use you as a cock-sleeve.”

Your fists ball as the drag of his cock overwhelms you. “So full,” you moan, and he rewards your comment with another harsh snap of his hips.

“Remember,” Sunghoon sets your calves against his shoulder and leans down against your ear. It feels unworldly, his cock pushing deeper and rougher into your cervix.

“Remember who makes you feel this way,” he whispers.