It's so interesting to me that Slay the Princess is the kind of art that leaves little room for structured interpretation of the text because it's so good at exploring what is it about (almost everything you want to say about it is already in the text! just go play it again), while easily supporting a lot of derivative reimaginings, remixes and fanworks.
synopsis: upon realizing her giving up on getting his attention, jeno couldn't help but feel irritated when he saw other guys approaching her. after all, mocking her was one of his favorite hobbies.
warnings: academic setting, jeno!bully, reader!attentionwhore, sexual content, CNC, humiliation, foul language, fingering, etc.
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jeno hated it when you watched him like that, eyes glued to his back, avoiding even blinking. He detested the notes you slid through the ventilation slits of his locker; he could even feel his temples throb in irritation as he noticed the lipstick kisses around the words, written in near-perfect handwriting.
even more so when you paraded through the college hallways in pastel clothes, pleated skirts, shirts with lace details, and delicate accessories in your hair. he could remember the year before, when you were a freshman who dressed in dark clothes with a spiked choker adorning your thin neck. all those annoying and despicable attempts to make his eyes land on you.
the sleepless nights, pushing the skin on your face in the opposite direction with your fingertips, trying a lifting massage you read about in some online article, with cloyingly sweet-smelling moisturizers rubbed over every visible part of your body; thin, discreet eyeliner, pink blush on your cheeks and the tip of your nose, pearly white highlighter in the corner of your eyes and on the tip of your nose. You only felt satisfied staring at an exaggeratedly delicate and feminine version of yourself in the mirror, so beautiful that you were certain lee jeno would be enchanted by you this time. silly girl... completely mistaken.
“look at her again!” jaemin smiled, taking the backpack off his shoulders. opening the zipper, he put all his books inside the locker. “cute, all dressed up. did you notice that?”
jeno scoffed, rolling his eyes with a certain disdain. a moment before, you pretended to bump into him, your eyes shining as you momentarily held his attention while offering rehearsed and clearly fake apologies. you smiled; he didn't reply, ignoring you with a nod. but he did look at you, of that you were sure.
“whatever.” he closed his own locker with some force. “she tries too hard.”
“for you. all for you.”
“i don't like her.iI already said that, she tries too hard.”
jaemin grimaced, awkwardly shoving his own backpack into the locker, closing it right afterward. jeno joined him to walk down the hall.
jeno was the popular senior, president of the elected student body, charismatic, friendly, and a heartbreaker. all the girls he got involved with were extremely feminine, without any hair on their arms or legs, wearing abundant delicate jewelry and clothes that made him imagine but not too much, with well-styled hair in cute updos and sweet perfumes. he hated girls who spoke loudly, who walked around with many boys, who played masculine sports like soccer, handball, basketball, hockey; in short, he abhorred any trait in a woman that reminded him of men.
and you could remember his first reaction when he saw you at a campus party: a furrowed brow, pursed lips, visible distaste. you were so enchanted, lost in his well-defined jawline, his rosy lips, his small, asian eyes. you desperately needed his approval, a conversation, even a short one; you wanted him to remember your name.
“her?” jeno laughed, waving his hand in front of his face. His classmate, brave enough to talk about you with him, slumped in disappointment. “a little weird. not my type.”
afterward, you were able to analyze all the girls he smiled at, interacted with, and complimented during the party, and you decided to become as close to them as you could. jeno couldn't deny it even if he wanted to, the white bow pinned behind your head suited you; the pink makeup, the floral dresses, the heeled shoes, and the lace stockings—you looked beautiful in absolutely every outfit you chose for him and because of him.
“jeno! wait!”
but your voice, high-pitched, drawn-out, and desperate, irritated him. The way your eyes frantically searched his neutral face for any emotion, the way your small fingers dared to touch him. and every time you interrupted him flirting with another girl made him hate you, hate your name, hate your existence.
you ran, tripping over your little heels, getting tangled up in your short, thick legs, clutching the books against your chest.
“please, please, slow down!”
jeno scoffed, quickening his pace.
“little girl.” Jaemin smiled, pausing his walk to approach you. with a malicious grin, he touched your shoulder, calming you down. “no need to run... we can hear you.”
“can we?” jeno questioned, visibly uninterested.
“i always have time for a pretty little girl like her. so fragile... don't you like her, neno?” he used his fingertips to wrap around the well-defined waves at the ends of your hair, circling your body, measuring you from head to toe, pleased with the sight. “don't you like a neatly put-together doll like her?”
“if i do like her?”
he sighed, taking a step forward, scrutinizing you with a certain scorn. your legs weakened, trembling due to the divided attention of the two seniors. jeno gave a sly smile as he touched your chin, truly looking at you, slowly undressing you with his gaze. with the thread of irritation in the back of his mind, he internally detailed that he liked your big eyes and how your long lashes were volumized with mascara, and your legs, shapely beneath the white stockings that reached your thick thighs.
“i would, if it didn't come from someone like her.”
your adorned little eyes held back some tears, and you shrank in place, hugging the books to your chest, trying to hide. you opted to stare at your feet, the closed matte black heeled shoes. you searched the pocket of your cardigan for the keys attached to a mario bros. keychain.
“you dropped them from your locker.” you said in a lower octave, gripping the keys between your fingers as you pointed them toward his muscular body, trying to avoid any eye contact. “i'm sorry. sorry for bothering you both.”
turning your back, you walked away quickly, not stopping the tears from rolling down your cheeks, diluting your mascara.
jaemin frowned, raising both hands in confusion. he stared at his best friend for a few seconds.
“you made the little girl sad, man.” he scoffed. “and she's so hot, all well taken care of.... she didn't even deserve that.”
“whatever, class is about to start.”
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the next few weeks were tedious—jeno couldn't even call them that. you tried not to stand out in his eyes, taking refuge in desks in the back rows, eating lunch in the cafeteria close to closing time, reducing your use of skirts and dresses but persisting in the extremely feminine aesthetic. something was wrong, Jeno could be sure.
it wasn't the first time mean comments from him had been directed at you. it was even fun. it excited him to run his fingers through your hair with a disgusted expression, leaning close to your neck to smell the flowery scent only to then let out the cruelest thing he could think of...
“you stink. are you sure this is how you want to get something out of me?”
and the next day, you were wearing a different perfume. he liked the previous one, lavender, but stroking his own ego regarding his power over you was much better.
jeno thought about following you cautiously, making it look like some kind of coincidence—but the idea sounded stupid, so he didn't dare execute it. when his eyes crossed yours, you would lower your head, losing that not-at-all admirable courage that he had come to expect from you.
“what's your deal?” he questioned, almost interrogated, trying to distance himself from any intention that sounded like concern. he didn't want it to look like he cared.
you looked at him, surprised, not imagining he would be there, let alone talking to you. holding the strap of his messenger bag, jeno had his back against the student lockers in the hallway, strategically preventing you from being able to flee from him and his question.
you closed your locker with some force, breathing with difficulty, gasping for air and forgetting how to exhale due to the adrenaline caused by nervousness.
“what do you mean?” your voice sounded confused, innocent.
“you didn't change your perfume, you haven't shown up to any of the classes you transferred into just to be with me, you don't wear those ridiculous accessories anymore... come on! something definitely happened.”
“no...” you started. you hesitated for a few moments but soon lost yourself in the persistent unknowingness on his face. “i just gave up, jeno-ah. i’m doing what you always wanted me to do.”
the use of honorifics made him frown. No oppa, just the most respectful and distant form. you lowered your head, clenching the hem of your shirt between your fingers, looking for a way to deal with the painful emotions growing inside your small and visibly fragile body.
“i won't bother you anymore, jeno-ah. don't worry.”
jeno watched in silence, clenching his jaw in frustration, as your silhouette walked in the opposite direction from him, disappearing down the hall.
your lips now whispered unbalanced compliments to guys on the university's hockey team. you made a point of asking jaemin for notes, ignoring jeno's presence in the seat next to you, a person whose attention you had desperately sought just a short time ago. the comments about you among the boys increased; your appearance and fun personality became topics of interest, in addition to your clear, disconcerting femininity. jenn's eyes couldn't help but roll.
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therefore, your path was clear, which made jaemin display a smile full of double meanings as he watched you. sitting beside him was jeno, in a dark designer shirt and some kind of expensive jacket. he always felt important because of his power, his money, and his beauty—having any girl he wanted, at any time, whenever he wanted. but something made him feel empty, irritated, perplexed, and completely out of control of the situation that followed.
you were also smiling, focused on an unnecessary conversation with one of your classmates. the college was cruel to you while you were clearly interested in jeno, but as soon as you cut off all interaction with him, the girls became friendly again, treating you with respect. you couldn't remember how fun it was to talk to any girl who didn't see you as a joke or a potential threat; you were quite satisfied.
something was still wrong; jeno hated with all his might the situation you were in now. men looked at you, this time without any sense of pity or mockery. you definitely became something to be coveted. e wouldn't admit it, but he missed all the effort you made for him. you still looked the same; you had even returned to your princess or summer dresses, or even your lovable mini-skirts. however, the intention was no longer the same.
"i'll talk to you later.” jaemin said goodbye, moving away from the tree trunk he was leaning on, resting.
“where are you going?”
“i'm not going to miss this opportunity...” he waved, your silhouette the focus. “hope you don't mind.”
with long, confident strides, jaemin approached your petite, feminine body, adorned with cherry-red mary jane platform shoes. his smile progressively grew, admiring your interested male face with his dark, large eyes—a face that used his own fingertips to glide over the soft skin of your bare arms. jeeno's eyes narrowed as he noticed your hand running through your dark, wavy hair, so perfectly styled that it enraged him.
he couldn't control himself when he imagined, in his own head, a request for a date. jaemin would probably have his dirty hands touching beneath your ruffled skirt, your lace top would be showing too much of your almost medium-sized breasts, and your lips painted with reddish gloss would be open, letting out a disconcerted moan. his face automatically flushed.
before you could show any reaction, jeno’s agitated voice came out before he even noticed himself. with a messenger bag slung across his well-defined chest, even in a loose black shirt, his pale hand adorned with silver rings clenched the crossbody strap of the bag.
“let's go. now.”
your eyes flashed, searching for a way to hide your confusion. jaemin turned, his fingers sliding through his dark hair, pushing his bangs off his forehead. a provocative smile grew minimally at the corner of his lips, turning toward his best friend's impassive face.
"i appreciate the concern, man, but i'm a little bit busy right now.” the irony almost amused you, making the sound of your platform heels warn your steps backward, ensuring you had a privileged view.
jeno rolled his eyes, wrapping his long fingers around your wrist, squeezing with considerable rigidity, not even daring to counter his friend's provocation. your feet could barely fight against the senior's strength, carrying you like luggage behind his strong, muscular body.
“jeno-ssi... what...”
you tried to get his attention, but he ignored you with enviable mastery. the other students watched amid whispers as your small body traversed the outdoor corridor, struggling against jeno's touch. your lips were pressed against each other, a clear demonstration of your confusion and discomfort, but the chase through the hallways with lee didn't last long; soon, you were trapped in an empty classroom, with the heavy teacher's desk pushed against the door, preventing entry and exit.
“shut up.”
jeno expressed through clenched teeth, approaching with long, resentful strides. his expensive sneakers helped give more imposing height, making his silhouette larger compared to yours. you leaned against one of the student desks in the room. jeno's hands sought space on your bare thighs, the tips of his nails scratching painfully as he slid up your skin, trying to reach your panties. your hands tried to push him away, fighting to keep your legs from remaining open.
“shut the fuck up. you're nothing but a desperate little slut for attention. you can't see a goddamn man without your pussy starting to throb, can you?”
jeno's fingers dragged the cotton fabric of your panties to the side, grazing the tips of his fingers against your tight, damp entrance. your terrified eyes—although, they hid a certain satisfaction— joined your hands that tried to push Jeno's hands away.
“you're so useless you can barely pretend you’re not enjoying it…”
he moved his hand away from your pussy, forcefully shoving his fingers into your mouth and then brutally pulling them out. you moaned as you felt him penetrate you without warning. a choked sob escaped your throat, and you hid your face with your free arm. jeno’s arrogant smile mixed with his cunning and accusatory voice, thrusting in rapid and painful pushes inside you; even so, tearful moans escaped, and you allowed yourself to open your legs and enjoy his attention on you.
“tell me, doll. wasn't this what you wanted? didn't you want all my attention on you?”
“no, jeno-ssi, i swear i...”
“aren't you ashamed of offering yourself to me and jaemin? were youtrying to provoke me? is that it?” with a stinging slap across your face, tears burst forth along with the reddened mark of the heavy, masculine palm on your right cheek. a genuine smile among your painted lips mingled with the libido that dripped from your overly tight entrance. “a needy little doll, huh?...”
you closed your eyes, turning your face away from jeno’s crude gaze upon you, which made him squeeze your chin in an attempt to use force to make you look him in the eyes. with a soft voice and a sparkle in your eyes, you whispered, raising your hips against jeno's hand:
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