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%2757────delinquent!bunny x studentcouncilprez!sae⠀ ❛⠀⠀✶⠀⠀cw. smut(!!!), dubcon, porn with plot, highschool au, smoking, stalking, hurt/comfort, swearing, sexual tension, swearing, showering
𝜗𝜚 does not contain smut! this is the first part to after hours.
Sae and Bunny have always had a complicated relationship.
For starters, despite his clear emotional detachment and highly reserved personality, Sae upheld an ironclad reputation. His pragmatic approach to everything made him a perfect fit to be student council president.
However, not a lot of people liked his stone-faced demeanor, and the only thing that kept them from outright disliking him was his rather attractive appearance.
In spite of that, he let everyone know not to talk to him unless absolutely necessary. Some people went against that and were met with a condescending attitude, quickly learning to stay far away from him.
He was actually pretty content with his life on school grounds. There was nobody buzzing around in his ear, and nobody came up to him just to have a conversation.
Well, he still had fangirls parading after him wherever he went, but there was nothing to shake them off, so he just let them have their way.
That was until a few months ago.
On a cold, breezy evening, he was walking to the back of the school. Urgent measures had to be discussed between the student council, and it took way longer than expected. And of course, as president, he was forced to check for any lingering people around the school’s boundaries after hours.
To him, it seemed unnecessary. Every time he checked, there was absolutely no one.
Alas, he did it anyway, so people would quit their nagging.
Until now.
His footsteps came to a halt, and a shiver ran down his spine. He swore his eyes were deceiving him. A dubious, shadowy figure loomed around the smoking zone at the back of the school. Even in the darkness, a prominent scar stood out.
He gripped his flashlight so tightly his knuckles went white. He aimed an almost blinding beam toward the silhouette.
He was, indeed, not hallucinating.
A tall man—he gauged around six foot three—with lavender hair framing eye-catching crimson eyes stood in front of him.
His own eyes widened.
He knew exactly who this man was.
Bunny Iglesias.
For the longest time, he'd seen Bunny everywhere. He was fairly certain the man had been stalking him. Of course, it was only a baseless accusation, so he'd never told anyone about it, but Bunny still gave him the creeps. And he wasn't exactly the type to get scared.
"Yo, Sae."
The curt greeting snapped him right back to reality. Bunny seemingly tried his best to appear friendly, but his scarred face, gargantuan height, and strange aura made him intimidating to nearly everyone.
The taller man noticed his apprehensive expression and clutched his chest in mock hurt. "Awh, are you scared?" He dragged out the last letter to tease him, which immediately irritated the student council president.
As usual, Sae responded monosyllabically.
"No."
Bunny acknowledged the blunt reaction and laughed.
What the hell was so funny?
He gave him a perplexed look.
Sae lazily draped one arm over the other, fidgeting with the flashlight in his hand. "Listen, I need you to leave. Otherwise I'll have to call the police." Bunny's smirk faltered, but he quickly regained his composure. He would finagle his way out of this. He was sure of that.
The taller man forced another one of his "charming" smiles, enough to disarm anybody who found him intimidating, yet Sae could see right through it. It wasn't an actual smile. "Awh—"
"No." He deadpanned, cutting him off.
"Let me speak!" Bunny furrowed his brows, slowly approaching him. "You wouldn't kick little ol' me out, right?" Before he could get another word out, Bunny was already right in front of him.
He hadn't noticed it before, but Bunny was holding a cigarette betwixt his pointer and middle finger. He placed it between his lips, the paper crinkling, and took an unnecessarily long drag. Then he exhaled, and a thick cloud of smoke covered Sae's face.
He coughed and immediately maneuvered his way out of the smoke.
What a dick. There was absolutely no reason to do that.
"Can't handle a little smoke?" Bunny snickered before flicking the remaining butt away and crushing it under his sole. A scowl etched itself across Sae's face.
Fine, if he didn't want to leave, then he would. He turned around… until an insolent, strong hand landed on his shoulder. This was borderline harassment, and he'd had enough.
"What the fuck is your problem?"
He shot Bunny a mean glare, thinking that would daunt him into leaving him alone, but it quite literally did the opposite.
He could've sworn the man's expression changed to one of pure delight.
Bunny bit his lip, trying hard not to think of inappropriate scenarios that surfaced at the forefront of his mind.
For example, he wouldn't mind doing it at the back of the school with Sae...
He shook his head from side to side. It was arousing, but he restrained himself for now. "I was thinking..." He pursed his lips, as if carefully considering his next words.
"How about we hang out at your house?"
"No way." Sae released a contemptuous scoff. Not in a million years would he allow Bunny into his humble abode.
How foolish...
Truly foolish that he thought he had any control in a situation like this.
Bunny already knew the student council president would always inflate his sense of dominion over any predicament. But he would not allow that to happen this time.
He leaned down until his lips were only inches from Sae's ear and practically breathed down his neck. His voice dropped to a whisper so soft that, if you were any farther away, it would've sounded inaudible.
"What a shame, I could just beat you up right now... You know that, right, Sae?"
His pupils dilated drastically. He knew he had absolutely nothing against Bunny. Setting aside the eleven-centimeter height difference, the man was a delinquent.
He had experience thrashing anyone who dared to speak ill of him or even look at him the wrong way.
Nonetheless, pain seemed to rile him up, so he always partook in death matches, where fighters beat each other up until (near) death.
He reveled in seeing people cower because of his ginormous frame, and anyone who had the nerve to get cocky was immediately shut down with one swift, fatal blow.
Don't ask Sae how he knew about this; he'd only read headlines condemning how on earth any of it was legal. Guess the police force in Spain was just there for decoration.
Pain was the equivalent of dopamine in Bunny's brain, the closest thing to a genuine thrill he had ever known, pushing aside things like masturbation or a cheap hook-up.
Every bruise, wound, and broken bone was a drug, and pain was a needle he'd gladly inject into his veins.
That was part of the reason he had so many scars, though it had been rumored some of them might have come from self-injury.
On the other hand, the least of Sae's worries was the fact that his wounds would be so severe he'd end up in the hospital afterward.
Why?
Because he knew his reputation relied heavily on his good looks. Distort that entirely, and he'd become the sore loser at school who was also known for having a shitty personality. The possible scrutiny from his classmates would be insane. Just thinking about it gave him shivers.
"Fine."
Bunny blinked. For a moment, surprise flickered across his face. He hadn't expected Sae to agree so easily. Mentally, he noted that this was an effective way to get him to do what he wanted...
Before he could get another word out, Sae had already turned on his heel and was practically hurrying home.
The taller man watched him go for a few seconds before matching his pace with a few long strides. He chuckled softly under his breath.
The air felt sharp and bitter, the type that made your teeth chatter. The streets were desolate, filled with only the faint sounds of leaves skittering across the empty pavement.
Glowing streetlights were placed far apart from one another, leaving the gaps between them enveloped by darkness. A few cars passed by every so often, but the farther they walked, the more barren the streets became.
Bunny noted that to himself as well.
Inevitably, they arrived at Sae's house. With shaky hands, he tightened his grip around his house key and slid it into the lock. He opened the door carefully before stepping inside ahead of Bunny.
He kicked off his shoes and neatly lined them up alongside the rest of his footwear. Bunny, on the other hand, ditched his shoes God knew where, earning an eye roll from him.
The delinquent hummed a sweet tune as he looked around. Like its owner, the interior was rather minimalistic, with the actual decor consisting of a few student council trophies and several plants.
‘’Sooo, what are we gonna do now?’’
Bunny’s mind had already made its way to the idea of sex, but he wasn’t gonna say that upfront now. He’d have to rouse up Sae first.
Sae had already rushed over to the shower, and Bunny followed suit.
‘’Awh, c’mon, you invited me over. Least you could do is talk to me.’’
He was faced with a scowl from Sae. ‘’You fucking coerced me into inviting you over. This wasn’t out of free will.’’
The other side of Bunny’s face twitched in slight irritation and desire before his lips quirked into a smile. He’d let that bratty attitude slide, for now.
‘’Mmm, you’re making good progress already. Keep it going.’’ Bunny retorted.
‘’And we’re not showering together.’’ Sae mumbled when he saw Bunny leaning against the doorframe, folding one arm above the other.
‘’Don’t feel like it. Besides, I bet you’ll take awhile.’’ Bunny immediately remarked, and Sae felt uneasy again.
Like Bunny knew his routine without ever having hung out before.
Bunny’s eyes darted to Sae’s action of yanking off his shirt, before roaming around the (now) bare skin. Sae wasn’t incredibly muscular, but he was lean, thanks to him having involved himself in a ton of school extracurriculars that required having to move around a ton.
Bunny’s eyes stayed locked there for a few beats before he swayed his head the other way.
Sae undressed till he was in his boxers, ditching his clothes elsewhere.
‘’Go on, then. You’re slow.’’
Bunny looked at Sae again, attempting his best for his gaze to stay locked on Sae’s face. ‘’Didn’t realize we were being bossy today, Prez.’’ Bunny quipped.
He crossed his arms and latched his finger under the hem of his shirt before taking it off rather roughly.
Immediately, one could see that every inch of Bunny’s body was covered with gruff and nasty scars. Behind everything, you were met with a rather impressive stature.
He fought a ton, which equated to a high-intensity, full body-workout. When all was said and done, the fights had caused him to develop a beefy physical frame, with sturdy abs and muscular biceps.
That was annoying for Sae, cause it led to him not being able to fully hate him. Bunny was still handsome, despite all his bad personality qualities.
Sae ripped his stare away to look at the vanity mirror, and below he spotted his neat array of luxury skincare. Who knew if they actually worked?
Before he knew it, he spotted the delinquents’ reflection. Judging from his peripheral vision, there was no piece of clothing left on Bunny’s body.
‘’Eh?!’’ Sae turned around in shock, a loud yelp escaping his lips. Not having expected the man to get fully naked without a care in the world in front of him. In response to that, Bunny laughed.
‘’Silly, do you think I’m gonna shower with clothes on? Besides, we’re both men.’’ Bunny added, ‘’We share the same genitalia, it’s fine.’’ He dragged out the last syllable in hopes of provoking him further.
He was only met with a dry scoff from Sae, ‘’Sure. Whatever.’’ He hooked two fingers into the elastic band of his boxers and pulled them down, not letting Bunny pester his mood anymore with his stupid repartee.
‘’Tada~ You happy?’’ He retorted, but his statement was completely devoid of humour. He was just trying to prove to Bunny that his remarks weren’t and wasn’t getting to him.
‘’Mhm,’’ His gaze went down to Sae’s private area without any tangent of shame, ‘’good to know…’’ He murmured, taking a note.
Sae gave no incentive for the man to continue his weird antics, already hopping in the shower. He set the water to freezing cold, hoping it’d relax his muscles and energize him and keep his mind away from Bunny. Foolish again. That tallied to number two.
‘’Sae, where’d you get all that good shit? Didn’t take you as someone particularly wealthy.’’ He gave him a sideways glance, but mustered up the energy to respond anyway. ‘’I like to keep my looks in check, thank you very much.’’
‘’I see.’’ The man's eyes roamed around the corner shelf in the shower. ‘’Oh, let me get that…’’ He extended his arm just enough to grab one of Sae’s many body washes (seriously, who needed that much?).
By chance, it happened to be one of those tourist-y sakura shampoos imported from Japan.
Interesting.
He wasn’t a fan of that shampoo, preferring more herby, woody fragrances.
‘’Yo, Sae,’’ he cut through the silence. ‘’You went to Japan?’’
He suppressed a huff. Wasn’t it easy to tell that he had Japanese characteristics?
‘’I lived in Japan till I was 13. My parents still live there, actually…’’ He trailed off.
He beat himself up internally. There was no reason to spread that personal information so loosely, nor was he the type to even talk that much in the first place. Crazy how much a charming smile could disarm someone’s emotional defenses.
‘’Oh, interesting.’’ Bunny responded uncharacteristically politely, yet Sae knew he probably didn’t find it that interesting.
Bunny worked the soap into a foamy lather and started at his neck. He felt him trace over certain areas, lingering for a second too long before working from his back down to his waist. The scars brushing against his skin became increasingly more prominent.
He knitted his eyebrows together in irritation, but it felt far too good to tell him to stop. Bunny had skilled hands, working out the knots and tension in his back.
An inadvertent mewl escaped him, and he knew he’d essentially hit bingo. Sae was starting to feel more comfortable, which would hopefully make him more lenient in doing certain things.
He was always uptight, so this technically wasn’t coercion. Right?
Bunny was just helping him out. Right?
He was essentially just trying to rationalize the situation, but it wasn’t really helping. Guess even a delinquent had subconscious moral grounds.
He carefully rinsed the soap from his skin before patting Sae dry with a fluffy towel afterward.
After they’d finished washing up and gone through their nightly routines, they ended up in Sae’s bedroom. Considering he was a measly high school student who lived alone, he didn’t have an extra room, nor an extra bed, for that matter.
‘’You can take the couch for the time being. If you need a blanket, there is one in the closet.’’ He pointed to the wardrobe in the corner, taking up a big chunk of the room.
‘’Nah, don’t feel like it.’’
He arched an eyebrow in confusion.
‘’You really think I invited myself over just to sleep in your house? Frankly, I couldn’t care less about the boring small talk we’re having or shit like that.’’ Bunny laughed dryly. ‘’I just wanted your hole. I’ll be blunt.’’
He muttered to himself about how good the student council president’s hole would be, daydreaming about how tight or wet it would be. He bit back a sound of delight, instead focusing on the fact that Sae didn’t answer immediately.
He took a few careful steps back, but for the first time, he didn’t immediately refuse, which was uncharacteristic of him. Wouldn’t that basically mean he was contemplating having sex with a delinquent?
‘’Sae,’’ Bunny stepped forward until he was right in front of him, gently pushing the maroon-haired boy onto the mattress just enough for it to dip beneath his weight.
Besides, it was better to cling to the possibility of immense pleasure than dwell on the fact that, if he refused, he'd probably be threatened with assault again.
‘’...Fine.’’
Tally number three.
⠀✿⠀⠀﹔⠀feedback welcome! this is part one of my bunsae fic ''after hours'', to which i'll try to publish part two which has smut around next week.
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⠀✿⠀⠀﹔⠀hii, first enha fic! let me know if you like it <3
park sunghoon has always had a sweet tooth.
it’s not really a secret—the way he’d act calm, pretending he’s ‘’just curious’’ about a box of donuts or a bag of jellybeans laying around inside one of the other member’s dorm. except when nobody’s looking, his fingers already reach for the powdered sugar. and when he turns around, his lips are tinged with the dusting of sweetness but he acts stupidly oblivious when somebody asks why the box is half-empty.
you complain about it first.
‘’ugh, my lips are so dry.’’ you mutter, your lips constantly chapped even after reapplying the same lip balm for the one-hundredth time. dead skin pokes your tongue softly when you lick your lips. you fish through your bag, grabbing a slim tube of lip gloss. sunghoon’s sitting there, scrolling on his phone and barely paying attention. you twist the tube open.
the smell hits instantly.
it’s sweet, it’s sticky, it’s artificial. the type of pink sugar sweetness you can only find at fairs or amusement parks—it looks like colorful clouds and melts the second it meets your tongue.
sunghoon blinks. ‘’what—what’s that?’’
‘’new lipgloss, bought it like a day or two ago.’’ you say dryly, swiping the applicator across your lips. it leaves behind a glossy shine—smacking your lips together almost irritatingly so. ‘’kinda regret buying the cotton candy one. smells gross, right?’’ gross is not really the best word to use—it’s dizzying, the air heavy with overdone sweetness. he inhales deeply, really getting that flavour inside his senses.
you’ve constantly teased him about hoarding the chocolates in the pantry or never saying no to dessert…but he looks at you differently, like he wants you instead of the candies he’s usually obsessed with. ‘’hoon, you’re staring.’’ you laugh, trying to stifle the atmosphere—but your voice falters when you meet his intense gaze once more. he clears his throat, realizing he was zoning off at your pretty pink lips. ‘’agh…sorry, it just smells…smells a little strong.’’
‘’yeah, i know. probably shouldn’t have bought it.’’ you say with a downturned smile, rummaging through your bag. he realizes you’re most likely trying to find something to wipe it off with. he panics internally. ‘’don’t.’’ the word slips out sharper than he means, and your brows lift up slightly. ‘’i mean—it doesn’t smell bad. just…sweet.’’
you hum, learning back against the couch. ‘’tastes sweet too.’’ and god, you don’t know what you’re doing to him when you say it so carelessly like that. sunghoon grips his phone tighter and his posture stiffens. his eyes keep gliding to your mouth, shiny…sticky…pink—he’s so desperate to know what it feels like, hell, tastes like. you notice, of course, you always notice. ‘’you wanna try it out or something?’’ the corners of your lips twitch into a little smirk.
you meant it as a joke, not something to be taken seriously. you don’t expect him to answer but you see his throat bob and jaw tighten… ‘’sunghoon?’’ you breathe, half-teasing—half-serious.
‘’c’mere.’’ he looks at you all intensely, his voice at a lower register than normal.
before you can even react, he’s leaning in—one hand at the back of the couch and the other sliding to the side of your jaw. the first second is just testing it out, but when the real taste kicks in…he kisses you more hungry, more desperate. It’s sickly sweet, said spun sugar dissolving on his tongue. who cares about candy when he has his girlfriend here who can give him the same experience?
you make a noise of surprise, your hand holding onto his bicep. that’s all it takes for him to deepen the kiss even more. his mouth moves against yours like he’s starving, wanting more. the gloss smears between you, sticky and messy—but he doesn’t care. he tilts his head, his teeth brushing against your lower lip before he sucks it gently, greedily. you pull back, just a bit: ‘’sunghoon…’’ “don’t,” he says again, his lips are still glistening, pink gloss slightly tainted on his skin. “don’t talk. just…”
he’s kissing you again, softer this time, savouring it. your lips taste addictingly like cotton candy, like the inside of a candy shop. it’s so sweet. too sweet, even. but that’s what he likes most besides you. when he finally pulls back, both of you panting heavily. your gloss smudged halfway across his lips. you can’t help but stare at him. ‘’god..’’ you mutter, still not fully back to reality yet. ‘’you really have the worst sweet tooth.’’
he huffs a laugh, kissing you once more as your lips are tingling. he shrugs, ‘’what can i say?’’ he says, his forehead pressed against yours. ‘’your lips are better than any other candy i’ve had.’’ the way he looks at you makes you think about buying another tube of that cotton candy lipgloss.
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park sunghoon has always had a sweet tooth.
it’s not really a secret—the way he’d act calm, pretending he’s ‘’just curious’’ about a box of donuts or a bag of jellybeans laying around inside one of the other member’s dorm. except when nobody’s looking, his fingers already reach for the powdered sugar. and when he turns around, his lips are tinged with the dusting of sweetness but he acts stupidly oblivious when somebody asks why the box is half-empty.
you complain about it first.
‘’ugh, my lips are so dry.’’ you mutter, your lips constantly chapped even after reapplying the same lip balm for the one-hundredth time. dead skin pokes your tongue softly when you lick your lips. you fish through your bag, grabbing a slim tube of lip gloss. sunghoon’s sitting there, scrolling on his phone and barely paying attention. you twist the tube open.
the smell hits instantly.
it’s sweet, it’s sticky, it’s artificial. the type of pink sugar sweetness you can only find at fairs or amusement parks—it looks like colorful clouds and melts the second it meets your tongue.
sunghoon blinks. ‘’what—what’s that?’’
‘’new lipgloss, bought it like a day or two ago.’’ you say dryly, swiping the applicator across your lips. it leaves behind a glossy shine—smacking your lips together almost irritatingly so. ‘’kinda regret buying the cotton candy one. smells gross, right?’’ gross is not really the best word to use—it’s dizzying, the air heavy with overdone sweetness. he inhales deeply, really getting that flavour inside his senses.
you’ve constantly teased him about hoarding the chocolates in the pantry or never saying no to dessert…but he looks at you differently, like he wants you instead of the candies he’s usually obsessed with. ‘’hoon, you’re staring.’’ you laugh, trying to stifle the atmosphere—but your voice falters when you meet his intense gaze once more. he clears his throat, realizing he was zoning off at your pretty pink lips. ‘’agh…sorry, it just smells…smells a little strong.’’
‘’yeah, i know. probably shouldn’t have bought it.’’ you say with a downturned smile, rummaging through your bag. he realizes you’re most likely trying to find something to wipe it off with. he panics internally. ‘’don’t.’’ the word slips out sharper than he means, and your brows lift up slightly. ‘’i mean—it doesn’t smell bad. just…sweet.’’
you hum, learning back against the couch. ‘’tastes sweet too.’’ and god, you don’t know what you’re doing to him when you say it so carelessly like that. sunghoon grips his phone tighter and his posture stiffens. his eyes keep gliding to your mouth, shiny…sticky…pink—he’s so desperate to know what it feels like, hell, tastes like. you notice, of course, you always notice. ‘’you wanna try it out or something?’’ the corners of your lips twitch into a little smirk.
you meant it as a joke, not something to be taken seriously. you don’t expect him to answer but you see his throat bob and jaw tighten… ‘’sunghoon?’’ you breathe, half-teasing—half-serious.
‘’c’mere.’’ he looks at you all intensely, his voice at a lower register than normal.
before you can even react, he’s leaning in—one hand at the back of the couch and the other sliding to the side of your jaw. the first second is just testing it out, but when the real taste kicks in…he kisses you more hungry, more desperate. It’s sickly sweet, said spun sugar dissolving on his tongue. who cares about candy when he has his girlfriend here who can give him the same experience?
you make a noise of surprise, your hand holding onto his bicep. that’s all it takes for him to deepen the kiss even more. his mouth moves against yours like he’s starving, wanting more. the gloss smears between you, sticky and messy—but he doesn’t care. he tilts his head, his teeth brushing against your lower lip before he sucks it gently, greedily. you pull back, just a bit: ‘’sunghoon…’’ “don’t,” he says again, his lips are still glistening, pink gloss slightly tainted on his skin. “don’t talk. just…”
he’s kissing you again, softer this time, savouring it. your lips taste addictingly like cotton candy, like the inside of a candy shop. it’s so sweet. too sweet, even. but that’s what he likes most besides you. when he finally pulls back, both of you panting heavily. your gloss smudged halfway across his lips. you can’t help but stare at him. ‘’god..’’ you mutter, still not fully back to reality yet. ‘’you really have the worst sweet tooth.’’
he huffs a laugh, kissing you once more as your lips are tingling. he shrugs, ‘’what can i say?’’ he says, his forehead pressed against yours. ‘’your lips are better than any other candy i’ve had.’’ the way he looks at you makes you think about buying another tube of that cotton candy lipgloss.
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