#anyways im soooo ticked bc i wrote a whole smut and then it got deleted and i had a mental breakdown

[nastynct]

3:36pm

(nsfw)

after the short but awkward commute to his house, you finally arrive, and can't help but stare at the humungous house the car was now parked infront of. you knew chenle was rich... but you didn't think he was this rich. you can't help but look up at the high cielings and the sparkling extravagant chandelier hanging down in the walkway of the castle-like house.

a friendly face suddenly pops out from one of the many rooms, giving you both a big smile.

"chenle! you're home early!" she notices, looking down at her luxurious, no doubt stupidly expensive watch. you watch as chenle nods to her with a small shrug, keeping a small polite smile on your face.

"the library is closed for maintenance. everywhere else on campus is booked for finals so we're just gonna do some work upstairs," chenle mutters nonchalantly, looking down at his phone. you can't help but be annoyed with how dismissive he is to his excited and caring mother. but you aren't surprised. he's only the spoiled rotten son of a ceo.

"hey, honey," his mother turns to you with a polite smile, "if there's anything you need, just give me a call. i bet you're hungry? i can get our chef to make you a meal-"

"oh no! it's okay," you immediately interject, "really, but thank you! i don't think we'll need more than an hour or two to finish up." you finish, looking towards chenle for some type of confirmation.

he looks up at you through his black bangs. "yeah."

"okay then, have fun!" his mom laughs, walking away into some unknown room, undoubtedly also huge.

chenle leads the way, walking up the spiral staircase and up to what you assume is his room. you try not to act too impressed, although it's more difficult than you thought. his king-size bed is nearly three times the size of yours, and further inside there's a walk-in closet and bathroom, both separately bigger than your apartment combined.

your eyes pierce into his back. must be nice. you roll your eyes to yourself.

he plops his bag on his bed and then takes off his hoodie, proceeding to then throw it on the ground.

"you just gonna stand there?" he asks, tone dry as usual. you snap out of your thoughts and start walking towards his bed, where he's made himself comfortable. you take your laptop and textbook out, acquainting yourself with the tense silence that never seemed to vanish between you two.

"so, i was thinking that we could look into the school's databases as a starting point? there's tons of industry reports on this one site i found," you start quietly, only to notice his gaze not so subtly on your lower half as you make yourself comfortable on his bed.

you look down, noticing your criss-crossed legs making your already short skirt ride up your thighs.

"sure." he goes to open his own laptop.

he looks away, so you immediately pull your thigh high socks up a bit, to avoid too much skin exposure, although it doesn't really help.

eventually, an hour passes, and a solid outline to the essay is formed.

your back starts to ache from the position you're sitting in, as chenle gets the luxury of a cushioned up headboard while you get air as support. you put your laptop aside and lurch forward to touch your toes. you immediately feel relief as your chest touches your thighs, but more than that, you can feel chenle's glare on you.

"lets take a 10 minute break." you announce. he looks away before you come back up.

he agrees. you stare at your phone, now laid down on your side facing away from him, reading a few new emails and replying to texts from earlier in the day.

then- you stop texting, heart entirely skipping a beat when you feel a hand on your thigh, just above your knee. you play it off as a small coincidence and continue texting on your phone. about 10 seconds pass when the same hand is now massaging your soft flesh, the area just above the hem of your thigh high sock.

you sit up, and look over at him. he looks right into your eyes, his usual annoyed resting face turned slightly more passionate.

"what are you doing?" you start. he chuckles.

"i thought you'd never ask." he replies, voice deep.

"what?" you look in confusion. the hand doesn't stop. he looks back to his laptop.

"i see the way you look at me." your heart starts to pound in your chest.

"huh? which is what, exactly?" you fire back. he looks back at you, and shuts his laptop, throwing it aside.

"don't act like you don't want me," his voice gets quieter and deeper, as his hand continues to massage your thigh, slowly moving up.

you grab his hand and move it off of you. "what are you talkin-"

"you know what i'm talking about," he gets up on his knees facing you, rasing his voice "you stare at me all fucking class, with that stupid fucking glare. your image is deteriorating, baby. are you upset you finally found a boy who isn't falling at your feet for no reason?"

"what? shut the fuck u-" you watch as he unleashes on you, the most you've ever even heard him talk at once. your blood starts to boil.

"and now, given the chance to come to my house, you wear this slutty outfit and tease me by rolling around on my bed." his hand moves from your thigh to your chin, making your look into his eyes. his face inches closer towards yours.

"so, tell me, baby girl, how many times did you ride my cock in your head?" you stare at him in disbelief, unsure of how to even defend yourself.

"hmm?" he hums. you look down at your lap. he pouts, as if to make fun of you. "you probably thought i would have fucked you by now, didn't you, princess?" he juts his bottom lip out and shakes his head.

you had enough, and pushed him off of you, which barely worked but gave you enough wiggle room to slip out. as you go to stand up, his fist grabs a handful of your hair, and he stands up behind you, holding you there. you freeze in shock at the motion, pissed off at yourself for secretly finding pleasure in the pain of it.

"tell me i'm wrong," his thin, pink lips press to your ear from behind. his fist lets go of your hair. "if i'm wrong, i'll take you hom-"

every second you resist, your body flames up even more, so you give up and turn around, putting your lips on his. he kisses back with intensity, as both your hands immediately start roaming skin and tugging at fabric.

you both stumble back onto the bed, and as your clothes start coming off, and the temperature in the room increases, you can both only hope chenle's mom is far enough not to hear the lewd sounds coming of out his bedroom.

-

once you put your skirt, bra and shirt back on, you round the room for your stuff and you're let out to you friend's car at the front door.

although chenle was right, in that your little fuck was a blow to your ego, you thought that the awkward explanation chenle would have to give for the lacey pink thong in his laundry basket would be good enough revenge.