RICH KID! GN! PC. feat M! WHITNEY
warnings. very shitty PC, attempts to drown whitney, spitting, OOC whitney
You hail from nobility that has resided in this town for generations. You reside on Danube Street in the largest estate. Wherever you go you are driven in a black, slick limousine, accompanied by guards twice the average person's size. Your parents are recognized as directors of several successful corporations, as well as popular, influential socialites. You, even from your earliest youth, has been known as the golden child. You are endlessly envied by your peers.
You are also Whitney's greatest enemy.
Just like Whitney has his own posse, you have yours. They come from powerful families, and are the only students who are able to jab at him and his friends, and get away with it. In fact, your friends are the only students who are able to get away with beating his friends up, enough to land them in the hospital (which, to his horror, has already happened several times before). Every single time your friends are caught, they argue that they had acted in self-defense. And every single time, your friends get off scot-free. The next day at school, they'll approach him and his friends in the hallway, mockingly asking them where the others are with a horribly infuriating grin.
You don't lay a hand on his friends. You don't lay a hand on him either. You believe that you're above violence, but more than anything, you believe that you shouldn't have to sully your hands for people so insignificant. If you believe that someone deserves a punishment, then you will simply contact your guards to get the job done.
Whitney hates your guts. He wants you dead.
The teachers love you. They think you're entirely incapable of causing trouble, which, to an extent, is true. After all, you're not the one who's throwing pencils and erasers at him in the classroom -- it's your damned friends. Your friends are the ones kicking his seat and throwing open water bottles at him. You do nothing -- You sit with your chin resting in the palm of your hand, watching in amusement. When Whitney reaches his breaking point and snaps at your friends, he's the one who gets in trouble. River will harshly scold him in front of everyone, and in the corner of his eye, he sees your shoulders shake as you turn away to face your friends, laughing quietly.
He can't escape you at school. He can't even escape you when he's not at school. Because on rainy days, you also frequent the park, sitting by the fountain with your usual guards by your side, one holding an umbrella above your head, and the other offering to bring you snacks, blankets, and anything else you might need. He glares at your from his spot beneath the tree, and you will turn to him, giving him a smile. You always look pristine, and your skin glows and your eyes glitter, and you don't even need to try to get people's affection.
One day, Whitney was in an especially foul mood, and he made the mistake of approaching you when both of your guards had briefly left their posts. You saw him marching towards you, and you tilted your head. You opened your mouth to greet him, but before you could --
Whitney had snatched you by the collar of your shirt and tugged your face until it was inches away from his. He took satisfaction in the way your eyes widened in surprise, even if it was only for a moment.
"You really can't take a fucking hint, can you?" He scowled. "Think I don't have the guts to lay a hand on you? You think you're invincible?"
He pulled his head back and gathered all of his saliva on his tongue, before spitting violently in your face, causing it to land on your cheek. You slowly, gingerly lifted a hand to wipe it away, your eyes still trained on his. His lips carved into a grin, and you smiled back.
In one swift motion, you grabbed the back of his head. You grasped strands of his hair between your fingers, tugging violently, before suddenly shifting positions -- Shoving his body against the edge of the fountain, one knee pressed against his back and both of your hands burying his head deep into the water. They stayed there, even when Whitney immediately began to thrash beneath you.
His eyes were wide with panic, and he could see the coins at the bottom of the fountain. He could hear you laughing from above.
"You should make a wish." You said cruelly. Something about you that always struck Whitney was your voice. It was smooth, charming, like every other part of you. If he didn't know any better, he would do anything you wanted, just to hear your voice. He thinks that he could even die for it... Which, it doesn't really seem like he has a choice.
You held him there for several agonizing seconds, although Whitney could never know how long you actually kept him in place. Not long had passed before he could hear your guards quickly approaching, asking loudly what you were doing, but not asking you to stop.
"I'm teaching him a lesson," you replied, as though it were obvious. "Has the driver finally arrived?" You asked nonchalantly, as if you literally weren't drowning Whitney, pushing him inches within his life.
He's sure the guard answered, because you finally lifted his head back up. He began coughing, sputtering, already cursing you out. Your fingers were still buried in his hair as you pulled and pulled until he was looking up at you. You retracted one of your hands to grip his jaw, forcing open his mouth. You shoved your fingers deep into his throat, making him gag, his legs kicking to try and force you off.
You pulled your fingers out, and as Whitney opened his mouth to begin gasping for air, you spit right into his mouth, on his tongue.
You clamped his jaw shut.
"You should swallow," you said, "Or I'll drown you again."
You finally showed your true colors, your soft smile turning sinister.
And he did, as much as he didn't want to, because he knew you were telling the truth, and you would happily keep doing it if you could.
There was a fond glow in your eyes as you leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Good boy," you whispered, sending tingles up his spine. Whitney tried his best to ignore the sudden pulse of his dick.
You let him go, leaving him to crumble against the fountain.
The next day would be like any other day. Your group would approach him and his friends in the hallway, except this time, you followed.
You were at the front when you suddenly stepped forward, towards him, and abruptly grabbed his jaw, forcing your lips against his. The kiss was rough, and you forced your tongue into his mouth the second you got the chance, your teeth clicking together. You kept your eyes on him the entire time, calmly watching for his reaction.
When you pulled away, there was a string of saliva you shared.
You stared at his swollen lips and smiled, giving another kiss.
"Good boy," you cooed, and it made his knees weak.
