𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝗪𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗻

[𝐌] 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝

𝐓𝐖: swearing, nipple sucking, unprotected sex, raw, degradation kink, pain kink, breeding kink, boy boobs, bullying, blood.
𝐓𝐨𝐩: Choi San, nerd
𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦: Jung Wooyoung, bully
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Wooyoung loved to bully San since he was an easy target, a quiet nerd. San always wore oversized hoodies and baggy pants back then, even if it was summer. Choi San never fought back since he found the whole situation amusing, Wooyoung a small male bullying him. It was comical, but nonetheless, San let him have his fun until he had decided it was enough. When he had to take a leave for the next year and returned of the last year of high school, he wasn't the same kid Wooyoung could easily beat up. San had a plan to get back at his bully, though bending Wooyoung over and fucking him to the end of the universe was not a part of his plan.

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"Where is my homework?" Asked Wooyoung as he jabbed his elbow into San's ribcage, making the male grunt loudly. The two were currently behind their high school building, before school started. No teachers were present since they were all in the building, preparing the necessary school work and homework for the students throughout the day. Wooyoung has always picked on him since the day (Wooyoung) had arrived at the school as a new student, which was two years ago. It wasn't uncommon for the male to ask San to do his homework for him, nor were the beatings.

"I-I didn't have time to finish it," San mumbled under his breath as he massaged the bruised skin under his thick sweatshirt, groaning lowly at the small bolts of pain that surged from the injured skin. Wooyoung narrowed his eyes, his facial expression darkening. "What do you mean it's not finished?" He asked as he grabbed a fistful of the soft blonde hair, scowling. The taller male yelped as his soft hair was pulled on. He came face to face to his bully. The nerd tried to come up with an excuse to cover up the fact that he had made a grave mistake.

His mouth opened and closed, and Wooyoung wasn't exactly fond of the idea of San lying to him. His grip tightened around the soft tufts of hair he held onto, "Don't you dare fucking lie to me" the red-haired seethed, clenching his unocuppied hand. San gave up on finding an excuse and dropped his head, without realizing the clenched up hand until a fist connected to his jaw. His jaw was punched into making his bottom teeth connect to his upper teeth in a swift motion.

His taste buds were slowly invaded by the taste of blood, and the strong metallic taste was hard to miss. The punches and kicks continued, and each one felt as if they were getting stronger than the last. Or maybe it was because San was getting weaker after each one.

After what felt like hours were only mere minutes, Wooyoung stopped. His chest heaved up and down, eager for oxygen to run through his lungs. The male looked down at San's blood-covered face, smirking. Deep inside, though, he felt almost... guilty? Wooyoung covered up the feeling with disgust and rejection. He gave one last kick and left, San got up and waited until the bell rang and an additional ten minutes so he could safely go to the nurse's office. He knocked silently and waited for the nurse to open the door. When she did, the nurse ushered him inside to treat his wounds.

"Who could have possibly done this to you?" She worriedly asked, "I fell down the stairs." San lied. The nurse narrowed her eyes at him as she pressed a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol onto one of his open wounds, "I know I look dumb but I'm not" She said as she pressed the cotton harder onto the cut on his right cheek. The male hissed in pain, "It was just some stupid bully" He mumbled under his breath. The nurse furrowed her eyebrows, "Are your parents aware of the bullying?" She asked as she finished cleaning most of his wounds and only had to put bandages on them.

"No, I haven't told them. Please don't tell them!" The blonde begged, groaning as more rubbing alcohol was pressed onto the wounds that reopened. "I'm sorry, darling, but I can't keep a secret like this from your parents..." The nurse apologized as she put on small bandages on his face. A small apologetic smile followed her statement, San sighed in defeat as the nurse finished her job and left her office to go contact his parents about the whole situation. He was left alone with his thoughts, thinking about the possibilities of getting pushed into doing more training than usual.