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Queen bee. Number one. Top of the class - top of the school. Beautiful, charming, intelligent, well behaved, teacher’s favorite while student’s envied you. You were at the top of the hierarchy.
You had to bust your ass to work hard to achieve the status you were in because you needed that scholarship, you had to show your parents that their sacrifice was not wasted.
Besides working hard academically - achieving maximum grades and doing plenty of extracurriculars - you also had to step on some people to be the best. Many envied you, yes, but the rest hated you. But they did nothing to go against you because in truth everyone feared you.
Everyone except for one .
And you hated that one specifically. Not because he didn’t fear you, you don’t care what others think about you, but because he was like you. Smart, well behaved, liked by the teachers, about to graduate with top scores - probably earning him a scholarship - and yet he didn’t have to do any cruel things like you to get there. He was careless and yet he was at your level. Bullshit.
Being popular means you hang out with the other popular kids, the brainless jocks and bitchy drama queens.
Your “boyfriend”, Naki, was the popular jock while your “best friends” were Haru and Kitty. Yes, Kitty, who the hell names their child “Kitty”? You were dating Naki for the status, a business deal, while you were pretty sure he was actually gay. Which must suck for him to kiss you if he isn’t even attracted to women.
While your “best friends” were actually total fake bitches who secretly spoke shit about you behind your back and pretended to like you - at least it was mutual.
Naki pecked your lips softly, squeezing your cheeks, and you giggled. “Stop it, go to class, you’ll be late”, you flashed your wrist watch to check the time. Three minutes until the bell would ring.
“Alright, alright”, he shined a smile, it was genuinely a pretty smile with his clean white and healthy teeth. “See you during lunch babe”
He waves and leaves, walking to Chem with his other buddies. At least the jocks made genuine friends, if they didn’t like each other they wouldn’t hang out with one another. That is one thing you envied about the male gender, and you didn’t envy the male gender.
You grabbed the last needed notebook and placed it in your bag, banging the locker shut. Kitty taps your shoulder and you turn to give her your attention. “Hey, that nerd keeps looking at you. Totally love the lipstick by the way”, she whispered in your ear, nudging her head to the other side of the hallway.
You turned to eye the room and saw a bunch of nerds flocked to their lockers but in that crowd there was only one guy staring at you and you knew it was going to be him.
Tsukishima Kei aka the computer geek who had everything without the need to be at the top like you, a total loser.
Freshman year.
You sat on your chair, on the second row, sitting straight, waiting for your homeroom teacher.
Suddenly, the door slides and he enters, closing the door behind him. But you notice another shadow behind the doors. A new student, you guessed.
Mr Muraki clears his throat, his usual move to get the class’s attention. “Good morning everyone”
“Good morning Mr Muraki”, he heard back.
“I want everyone’s full attention for a few minutes. Today we have a new student. He is transferring from another school to join us permanently. Mr Tsukishima, will you please come forward?”
A very tall figure walks in, probably the tallest student in the entire school. You guessed he stood at 190, maybe 2 meters.
He had blond spiky hair, wore glasses, and a pair of headphones hanging around his neck. He quickly wrote his name on the board and then turned to see the class, his hands in his pants pocket with one of those 2000s school bags over his shoulders. Totally out of fashion.
“Tsukishima Kei. Tsuki as in moon, Shima as in island, and Kei as in firefly”, he said in a monotone, already a deep voice at a young age.
“Thank you Mr Tsukishima. Please have a seat beside Ms Shouma. Ms Shouma, please raise your hand so he knows who you are.”
Ugh what luck, you thought. You raised your hand and he nodded, walking your way to sit on the table to your right.
As he sat, you didn’t speak to him, looked straight ahead, not acknowledging his presence and he tsk-ed to that.
You know well now how much that boy has said ‘tsk’ over the years, especially to you.
“You don’t even have the basic human decency to greet the new student”, he said, not looking at you as he took his notebook out.
“Why hello Mr Moon, Island, and Firefly”, you told him sarcastically.
He rolled his eyes, “I like you already.”
“Your pleasure”, you gave him a fake smile, reaching your hand out.
He took your hand, gripping it tightly, and gave you back a fake smile, “Truly my pleasure. I’m not going to let you boss me around Ms Shouma.”
“We’ll see about that”, you retreat your hand and forget about his existence.
Or so you hoped because like the moon he shined in a way that no one paid attention to but like a firefly he made sure his presence was made aware. Especially to you, he wouldn’t let you forget about him. The only one you couldn’t boss around, he surely kept his word. You hated that.
For the past four years, you and Tsukishima were in constant war with one another and yet no one knew you knew each other. Because in truth, he was the only one who knew you. You didn’t like that.
You thank Kitty for letting you know and tell them to go ahead so you could deal with this ‘problem’.
You walk over to the pack of boys with a smile on and your shoes clicking on the way that sends chills down their spine.
The minute they noticed you coming their way, they stopped whatever they were doing and stood straight to await your arrival. All except for him who leaned back on the lockers, arms folded on his chest, listening to music, and a grin tattooed on his face.
“Hi everyone”, you greet. “Do you mind if I borrow Tsukishama-kun for a second?” They shook their heads quickly and ran away, leaving you with him.
You roughly pull his earbuds off.
“What name are you calling me this week?” He chuckles, knowing you had purposely butchered his name.
“Tsukishama, don’t you like it?” You gave him an innocent face and he tsk-ed, shaking his head in disbelief.
“What do you want, Shama-kun ?” He mocks you, bringing his face a little too close to yours.
You look at him in disgust and grab his hand to lead him to the abandoned music room, hoping no one saw you going in together, you didn’t want to be seen associated with him.
You push him to the room and lock the door behind.
It was a room no one visited except for like one music student who would come after school. Besides that it was an empty room that the popular kids used to their advantage.
“Had to get us alone, huh? What things have you been fantasizing about lately? Any new things you want to test on me?”
“Oh shut your mouth, loser. Could you stop looking at me, it’s weird? Like I already knew you have a crush on me, but tone those hormones down”, you tease, dropping your bag on the floor.
He stood against an empty table and his arms were crossed again while you stood against the door.
“Ding, ding, ding. You got it right. I have been head over heels madly crushing on you, for years now actually.”
“Oh don’t say it like that or I’ll really think you are in love with me.”
“If I had to choose between you and your dumbass boyfriend , I probably chose him”, he says, coming close to you, dropping his bag as well and slamming a fist on the wall, leaning on top of you.
“Then go ahead, sleep with him. If he isn’t fucking me, might as well fuck someone who is actually his sexual oritenation”, you smile, looking straight in his eyes, showing him you’re not intimidated.
“At least you’re honest with me, the only decent thing about you.”
“I’ve never lied to you Kei, you know that well.” Kei , the name repeated in his head. He knew what you wanted when you called his first name.
“I really should sell out your secrets, see your kingdom crumble. Nothing would make me happier. Imagine the princess losing it all due to the charming peasant.”
You scoff. You tiptoed to increase your height, your nose slightly touching his now. “And yet you haven’t. Why is that, Kei ?”
“I don’t know Ava , why is that?”
“Because we’re the same but hold a different position in the hierarchy, I’m just better than you. You too are a cunning little bitch - or in your case, a giant bitch. Like electric pole size”, you joke, laughing but he doesn’t move a face muscle.
“And you’re hamster size. I could literally hold you in my palm and squeeze the life out of you”, he brought his free hand and closed it tightly shut.
You grab his uniform collar with both hands and challenge him, “Do it, I fucking dare you”.
He looks into your eyes one last time before smashing into your lips. Your grip remained on his collar, you weren’t going to back down, you were showing him strength.
He lets go of the wall and bends slightly to wrap an arm around your upper thighs to carry you to the table he was leaning on earlier.
As he sat you down, you were finally leveled to his height and let go of his clothing to let your hands travel to his hair.
You remove his glasses for him so they won’t get dirty and fold them nicely, leaving them on the side.
“Look at you”, he breaks the kiss, “capable of doing something nice.”
You roll your eyes, “Fuck you.”
“Oh you will”, he confirms.
“Find something original to say”, you shut him up by kissing him again.
You start by unbuttoning his pants and he reaches for your tights, ripping them, not bothering to remove them nicely.
“For fuck’s sake, how many times do you have to do that? You keep ruining my clothing”, you complain, yelling loudly, knowing no one would hear you thanks to the soundproof matts on the walls.
“And I always buy you another pair so what’s the problem?”
“It’s a waste of clothing!”
“Won’t you shut your pretty mouth for two seconds?!” He reaches your underwear and you move your hips to aid him remove them.
“How will I go to class without tights now? It’s freezing cold!” You push his pants down and move to his boxers.
“I’ve got an extra pair in my bag”, he says calmly, as if it’s a normal thing and you can’t help but laugh.
“You have what?” You push his boxers down and pull his body closer to yours. “You’re so odd, you really earn yourself the weirdo title.”
“ Prepared ”, he corrects you. “I’m prepared and I know you like that because I know you a little too well. You hate Naki because he’s the stereotypical rich and stupid athlete who probably forgets to put his underwear on. Even if the dude was straight you wouldn’t let him touch you.”
You don’t say anything because you know it’s true.
“I’ve got a challenge for you.” He comes closely to you, so close you feel his hot breath tingle the little fur on your ear. “Whoever makes the other come first, wins. The prize? The winner gets to top the other, doing whatever they please while in charge. Like that?”
You nod, he feels the movement against his skin. “Good, let’s get to it, kitty cat ”, he says knowing how much you hate that pet name that Naki called you.
You grab his length with your right hand, swirling your thumb on the tip with the help of his precum, “Look at you, already wet for me”. His dick only semi-erect and still really long and thick.
He pinches your clit and you yelp, “I would say the same for you, kitty cat ”.
You spit on your hand. “Stop calling me that”, and stroked his dick fast. Your other hand moved to his balls to massage them.
He groans, placing his head over your shoulders and breathing quietly.
You smirk, liking the weak stance. But your victory doesn’t last long because he spreads your legs and takes two fingers to circle your cunt before plumping his fingers inside to tease you. While his thumb massaged your clit. He knew your clit was your weak spot - the only one who knew your weak spots.
But you too knew his. You knew how he loved it when you played with his balls or when you would call his name in a whisper or moan. He didn’t fully enjoy regular strokes than he did when you would gently but teasingly stroke his tip.
So you did. You moved your hand from his entire length to the tip, using his precum and your spit to work smoothly. “Come on Kei , make me come please ”, you moaned in his ear and he whimpered earning him a chuckle from you.
Knowing you were teasing him, he decided to play his cards too. He knew you would love it when he paid attention to your clit and gently massaged your cunt with his long fingers, you especially loved those.
He used his fingers to roughly tease your clit sending electric shocks of both pleasure and pain to your brain. Then he took his fingers and stuck them in his mouth, making sure you looked at him as he did so. “Mhmm”, he teased, “you’re so delicious.”
You were lucky he wasn’t touching you because he would have felt you clench when he said that and that would have boosted his self esteem, and you didn’t want that.
He placed his coated fingers in your pussy, firstly stretching it a bit to prepare you for his length before moving to massage your insides, pushing his fingers the furthest he could in you.
“Ugh”, you groan.
He stands straight, looking only at your eyes. You do the same.
You spread your legs wider, making sure your skirt exposes your pussy, hoping to distract him.
“You think you can win?”
“I’m certain”, you answer confidently, fastening your movements and he does the same.
But you lied because he was too damn good. The moment he felt you loosen up, he seized the opportunity and quickly circled your clit. You lost control, folding backwards and arching your back.
You rocked your hips as he continued to finger fuck you, riding your climax. “Oh fuck Kei, just like that. Yes, please, just like that”, you moaned, not hearing yourself say these words.
You were hard to crack, only he’d seen you vulnerable and he loved that. Watching your body react like that for him only turned him more. Your hand was still on his length stroking it but slower than before because of the loss of power from your high.
As you finished, he overlapped his big hand over yours and continued to stroke his length, loving your touch still on him.
“Yes just like that, come for me Kei”, you said, not moving from your fallen position but looking at him. He can’t help but bite his lip.
Suddenly you move closer, propping yourself on your knees, and gently stroking his bottom lip with your thumb, only looking at his reddened lip that had gotten a bit swollen.
You didn’t know why but you had the urge to kiss his lip, giving him little pecks and he came on your hand and his.
“Has anyone heard you moan like that princess? Have you called anyone’s name so sweetly or kissed their lips so softly?” He teases you and feels the need to slap him. And you nearly do but stop midway and curl your hand into a fist.
He grins in victory through his pants. You moved to your bag to grab a tissue and wipe away the cum from your hand.
“You win”, you announce, returning back to the table, jumping a little to be able to sit down.
“I told you I would”, and you roll your eyes.
“What do you want to do?” You raise a brow, overlapping your legs and folding your arms.
He looks at you in silence. You can’t tell what he’s thinking and it’s worrying you. You need to be in control, always.
He walks to you, softly soothing his hands over your thighs and uncrossing them. He looks at your legs and says nothing.
He moves closer to you, his thighs hitting the table’s edge and his length sits on your slit. He rocks his hips a little to create some friction and finally looks in your eyes. Only now you noticed his eyes shone a golden honeydew color. Or how relaxed he looked behind his fancy good student looking glasses.
You want to touch his face, cupping his cheeks. You looked at his little ingrown brow hair or a small mole he had on his lower chin that you gave a little kiss to.
His thrusts weren’t helpful, he still was able to tease you with such a serious expression on his face. As he picked up his thrusts, you started to lightly pant.
“Tell me”, you say, breaking the silence. “Do you hate me?”
“More than anything…”
“Say it again, tell me you hate me”, you place your head on the crook of his neck.
He grabs a condom from the back pocket of his pants and slips it on, throwing the trash somewhere on the floor. “Hate you so fucking much.”
“Good”, you breathe out, “good. Don’t change that.”
You grab his length and position it to your entrance and he pushes his hips forward.
“Fuck”, you say, had forgotten how big he was and the way his thickness stretched your walls.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, also rocking your hips to meet half way with his movements, slow at first as you adjust to his size.
He moves one hand to grab your neck, holding it as if you were about to break at any point under his touch.
“And you, do you hate me?”
“ Loathe you”, you breathe.
“Why?”
“Because you’re annoying and stupid. Because you’re rude and a brat. Because when I think of you I imagine myself bringing misery to you and yet sometimes I just want to kiss you to death. I hate you so much I can’t stop thinking about you”, you say, vulnerability under the influence of sex does this to someone.
“Let’s keep it like that”, he copies you. “Do you know how much pleasure it would bring me to see the reaction of your little Brat doll friends, Ken doll boyfriend, and the rest of this fucking school that Miss Popular is in an empty room getting fucked a few times a week by the computer geek everyone looks down on? Would you be embarrassed if they found out you were fucking me?”
You didn’t speak because you didn’t know what to honestly say. Would you be embarrassed? You didn’t think so but you also didn’t want to ruin your reputation.
He slapped your thigh and rammed harder into you, “Answer me.”
“I don’t know! I just can’t lose my title because of you and I don’t want to lose against you either! You’re simply a pest I’ve got to get rid of.”
He cheekingly smiles, “Good, fear me.” But also it doesn’t help your case to practically beg me to fuck you , he thought.
He thrusts harder into you again and you moan loudly. “Louder. I want to hear you moan louder”, he orders.
He pushes your body away from him with his grip on your neck. You moan louder as told because you lost the bet.
He took one good look at your helpless state and kissed you, blocking the moans he wanted to hear. “Am I the one you think most about?”
You nod.
“Good, keep thinking about me”, he kisses you again.
His fast thrusts were constant. They were harsh too, shaking the table you were sitting on and spilling everything laying on top except for his glasses you made sure wouldn’t fall.
“And you, do you think of me?”
“Only when I want to”, he says.
“And when is that?”
“Every other day”, and you grin against his lips.
You moan again, but this time he groans too.
“Kei”, you chant and he grips the table roughly, slamming the hardest he could in you. You unconsciously wrap your legs around him and lay on the table.
You unbutton your button down and push your bra down. As you use your hands to pinch your nipples, his eyes widen and he rolls your bud. He felt himself come over the edge with the sight of your perky breasts and allowed you to join him.
As he came, you wished he would fuck you with no protection on so you could feel him milk inside of you.
“Oh fuck”, he moaned lastly before falling into your chest, exhausted.
He remains in you as you stroke his fluffy hair again, smiling to yourself.
“Tsuki”, you were the only one allowed to call him that. He lifts his head to look at you and you place his glasses on him. “There we go”, you smile.
“Thank you”, he says, finally standing up and removing the condom, tying it, and throwing it in the bin.
You get clothed in silence and pick up from your bags. You check the time, the period has finished and you realize you missed the class. But it didn’t matter right? One absence in your perfect attendance record wouldn’t jeopardize your chance for a scholarship.
Before you unlock the door, you turn to Tsukishima. “All good?” You ask, pointing to your clothing, asking if there was no evidence of what you had done.
“All good”, he confirms.
You move quickly to him, giving him one last kiss and caressing his lower back hair. “Bye Kei. Oh and fuck you”, you flip him and he smiles.
“Oh you will, next time. Bye princess.”
You roll your eyes and leave the classroom first, walking to the hallway as if nothing had happened. You meet with Haru and Kitty who ask where you had been and you tell them an emergency popped up leading to you missing Bio.
You prepare for your next lesson, going to your locker again to fix your makeup, using some lipstick and concealer, and grabbing your English notebook.
You finish the quick touch up and slam your locker shut after confirming your appearance with a mirror, only to turn to the other side of the hallway to see a familiar blondie in the midst of the nerdy bunch, listening to music, arms folded as he smirks at you.