Desire [Ateez Smut]

The Good Boy [Jongho]

Jiwon was trouble. Always breaking the rules, always getting in trouble, always picking fights– her reputation was known throughout the school as a girl to be feared. One wrong look was enough to set her off. And you did not want to be the one to set her off.

Not only was she good at kicking ass, she was also rumored to be the daughter of a local mafia boss, which was probably the only reason she had not been expelled for her bad behavior yet. Her father had intimidated the principal, who was shivering in his pocket.

"Stay away from Jiwon,"... "don't even look at her," these were some of the whispers along the halls of Jongho's highschool. He had heard them since he first transferred a month ago.

Oh Jongho. Smart, athletic, and well behaved, he had quickly caught the attention of everyone at school and landed the spot as class president.

But maybe Jongho wasn't just as smart as everyone thought, because despite everyone's warnings, he couldn't help but be completely and overwhelmingly smitten with Jiwon.

He knew he shouldn't. He knew liking her was the worst possible idea he could have. She was dangerous and explosive, but Jongho would be damned if he didn't find her hot as hell. Long legs, plump, shapely lips always painted red despite the school's no makeup policy, dark, sharp eyes that looked like they could kill you with a glance... he was a bit scared of her, but more than scared, he had the hots for her.

Jongho had been a good boy all his life. She was the danger he craved in his life. The name he moaned and panted out when he touched himself. His deepest desire. He wanted her so bad, but he could barely manage to look in her direction.

But one fateful day, everything changed. Of course he noticed Jiwon didn't come to class. It was common for her to ditch, but surprisingly, it wasn't common for her to not show up at all, so the teacher asked Jongho to please deliver the homework to her house.

To say Jongho was nervous was an understatement. He had never talked to Jiwon, let alone come to her house. He only admired her from afar and fantasized about her in private. So of course, his heart was threatening to jump out of his chest as he stood outside her huge house and psyched himself up to ring the doorbell.

His finger lifted up to it, shaking slightly, but just as he was about to ring it, a voice behind him made him nearly jump out of his shoes.

"What are you doing?" Jiwon's deep voice said. Jongho turned to her with wide eyes, looking like a deer in headlights. She was wearing leather pants and a stripped, black and gray button-up shirt... except her shirt was unbuttoned about halfway, and tucked into her leather pants. Jongho turned bright red when his eyes trailed down her cleavage, barely catching a glimpse before looking down in embarrassment, hoping she didn't catch him. He bowed at her politely, telling her their teacher asked him to deliver this to her.

Jiwon smirked. He was so cute and flustered. She couldn't help wanting to have some fun toying with him.

Of course Jiwon knew who he was. Sweet, good boy Jongho. The class president. Wouldn't hurt a fly or break a rule.

Oh I'd love to ruin you. She thought, licking her lips before opening the large gates to her house. "Bring it this way," she said, casually waving him over.

Jongho was a bit dumbfounded, not expecting her to let him in, but he quickly followed her inside.

She took him to her room, and had him sit on the chair by her coffee table. He sat straight, with his hands on his knees, like a good boy.

"Here, I'll take it." She said, leaning down over him to take the package from him. When she did, Jongho had a clear view down her shirt, seeing the lacy black bra that covered her tan, full breasts. Jongho swallowed hard and forced himself to look away.