Synopsis: Wildfire Academy is a renowned institution for talented individuals with a penchant for mischief. The environment is intense and often harsh, but it's all in the name of discipline. Y/N serves as a librarian assistant, guiding the unruly students towards better behavior. Meanwhile, Nicholas Wang, infamous for his antics, is supposed to be her latest project. Unfortunately for her, he seems far more interested in teaching her how to break the rules—and interested to enjoy it as well.
Pairing: Librarian!Reader x BadBoy!Nicholas
Genre: Academy AU, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Slow Burn, Slice of Life, Opposites Attract.
Warnings/Disclaimers: Nicholas is pretty much a bitch in the beginning, you're probably gonna hate him. Mentions of blood (fights and etc) Corruption Kink, oral (f. & m.), cum play, marking, biting, raw sex (don't be silly wrap your willy). Drugs are mentioned too, as well as the use of 'em.
The vibrant flashes of yellow and red lights mingled to form a hint of orange in the heart of the night club. I felt somewhat adrift in a sea of imaginary blues and greens. They didn't exist in there. Frozen in place, my gaze fixed on the haunting scene: the man I admired most, my dear tutor who had taught me about the rules of the institute, stood there, compelling a girl in the VIP area to consume drugs directly from his filthy mouth.
"This can't be..." The music ebbed softly in the background as a surge of shock coursed through my veins, feeding my blood. My eyes remained wide open, almost refusing to blink, yet no tears came to release the flood within. This unfamiliar sensation was stark, arid, and oddly disorienting.
"And it is." Nicholas's voice hovered just millimeters from my earlobe, a tantalizing whisper in the midst of the club's pulsating energy. Through the mirror across the room, in the VIP area, his gaze locked onto mine, a wicked smile curling at his lips. One hand, like a slow, deliberate serpent, slid toward the left side of my waist, while the other traced a similarly languid path to my neck. "He's right there, Y/N. Breaking all the rules of the place he called home."
With each passing second, Wangs' fingertips began to press more insistently against my skin. My heart raced, matching the lively music that surrounded us.
"Teach me the wrong way." I asked.
In the end, I was still correct. Adhering to the rules undoubtedly guides a student toward the right path, leading to victory. However, for the first time in my life, it felt wrong to be right. They say hope is the last thing to die, and I can't help but agree. But revenge lurked in the shadows, patiently waiting to make its presence known in my mind. "Teach me the wrong way, Nicholas."
His expression radiated a deeper satisfaction now. He leaned in to place a gentle kiss on my cheek, then he withdrew his hands from my body. With a confident stride, he shed his jacket and made his way towards the VIP area, exuding an air of confidence.
