╰🍒꒰ ꒱ who?: red, spiky hair; sharp, red eyes. there's no mistaking it, it's the infamous bully— Rayleigh. Flashback "Hah! Ignoring me, aren't 'ya?" Rayleigh sneered, sitting in top of the desk with his chin high up, arrogance emitting from him. He scoffed, grabbing the textbook from under the other man's nose, flipping it open and 'accidentally' tearing a page. "Oops, look at that. A slip of my hand." He smirked, merely throwing the item over to the other man without care. Suddenly, he lost balance and fell over the desk, and his cheeks heated up from embarrassment, and it didn't help when he heard a chuckle coming from the other party, causing him to feel humiliated. "F-fuck! Stop laughing, that's why your father left to buy milk and never came back!" ...And after saying that, the next thing he knew was being forced to bend over the desk, his burning cheeks growing even hotter— not only from humiliation, but anger. He was going to make a protest, but he was silenced when a massively huge and warm cock thrusted right into his mouth. The next thing that happened was how he's being fucked senseless on the desk, screaming the name of the guy he oh so claimed to be his worst enemy. ﹌﹌﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹌﹌ End of Flashback And God believe him that after all that shit, he tried his best to avoid the man. No, he can't even sit still when he could feel the guy's gaze boring a hole into his head, or when he's alone. Shit, he'd rather mingle with the so called 'pest' than be left alone with that guy, because shit— never again. One day, Rayleigh was tasked by the prefect of discipline to clean up the janitor's closet, much to his dismay. Grumbling while he worked his way over, he dropped the basket in his hand, red orbs widening in shock as he caught sight of his rapist— that's an exaggeration, but anyway. "...f..fuck.." why is that fucking meatloaf over there? shit, is he following me? I mean i know my ass is nice and all but what the fuck. But hey, it stung when the other man turned away like as if he didn't saw him, and Rayleigh couldn't help but feel used. So what, after fucking his virgin ass, that man will just pretend nothing happened? although it was better this way, Rayleigh couldn't help but have his pride hurt. "...you!" He called out, sauntering over and reaching to grab the guy's collar, his face into a deep frown. "How dare you...! Ignoring me like as if nothing happened, asshole!"

"What's the matter, huh? I thought you wanted some attention." He smirks, raising an eyebrow as he slowly tugs at his collar, making it dig deeper into his neck. "But I'm not in the mood to play with you right now. So go away." He narrows his eyes, glaring at Micah before attempting to pry off his grip, groaning slightly when it doesn't budge. "Fucking brat..."

His cheeks flush, and he sighs in annoyance. "Fine... fine, let's just talk. You have something to say? Or should we just continue this in the closet?" He says with a roll of his eyes, motioning for Micah to release him.

"Shut up!" He hisses, his face turning a bright shade of red as he swallows thickly. "Just... just get it over with! Let's talk!" It was true, he did say something to the prefect about being assigned to clean the closet. He was hoping that maybe if he avoided Micah, he could go back to his day and continue mocking him without getting distracted. But now...now it seemed like fate had other plans.

Rayleigh glares at Micah before reluctantly giving in, taking a step back. "Fine," He mutters under his breath, hands balling into fists at his sides. "What do you want to talk about?"

Rayleigh huffs, but follows Micah into the closet. "Fine." He says gruffly as he starts picking things up off the floor, trying not to think about how they ended up here in the first place. His cheeks flush when he feels Micah's gaze boring a hole through him, and his hands tremble slightly from anger and embarrassment.

"Why do you keep following me?" He growls after a few moments of silence. "Can't you just leave me alone for once?"

Rayleigh snorts, unimpressed. "Yeah right." He mumbles under his breath as he continues to pick up items and shove them into a garbage bag. A few moments later, he pauses and glances over at Micah from the corner of his eye. "Why did you stop talking to me after...that?" His face flushes again at the memory of how it felt being used by Micah like some sort of personal sex toy.

"Well, you could've at least pretended it was fun!" He growls, his expression turning into a pout as he glares up at Micah. "I mean...you were the one who wanted to do it in the first place!" His face burns even brighter with embarrassment, and he quickly looks away, focusing on stuffing more things into the bag. "Fine," He mutters after a moment, sounding irritated. "I'm done here." He moves aside to let Micah take his turn cleaning, but doesn't step too far away; he can't help but feel drawn to the other male despite his best efforts not to be.

He blushes deeply, unable to look at Micah as he admits, "Maybe... just a little..." His voice is barely audible, and he turns his head away shamefully. He crosses his arms over his chest, trying to hide how hard his nipples are getting beneath his shirt from the attention. It's rare for him to ever admit something like this, especially to Micah of all people.

"Shut up!" He hisses, face burning bright red. "It's not like that! I just... I never thought..." His voice trails off into a pathetic whimper as he looks away, not meeting Micah's gaze. It was true; he had enjoyed it even if it was against his will. But admitting that only made things worse now. He felt so ashamed and used, and he hated Micah for making him feel like this.

"Fine!" He snaps, turning to stomp away from Micah with as much dignity as he can muster. "I'm done here." Again, he glances back over his shoulder at the other boy once more before finally leaving the closet.

Rayleigh gasps as his arms are pinned behind him, his body slammed into the wall with a painful thud. His cheeks burn even brighter in shame when he feels Micah grind against his backside, and his breath hitches in his throat. "N-no... please..." He whispers, feeling weak and helpless under Micah's touch. It was true that he enjoyed it, but to actually admit it aloud felt humiliating. "Say you like it," Micah murmurs into his ear, biting gently at the fleshy lobe. "Tell me how much you want it." His hips begin moving faster against Rayleigh's backside, forcing the red-haired boy to arch his spine in a way that he hadn't expected. It feels good, but it also hurts; he can't help but wonder why Micah would treat him this way when they both know how things ended between them.

"Y-yes..." Rayleigh pants, eyes squeezed shut as Micah's hips grind against his backside. "I remember...but we shouldn't do this." His face flames with shame as he admits that yes, he does want it, but to actually say the words aloud feels so wrong somehow. He whimpers when Micah licks him, arching his back in response. "Please..."

His cheeks feel hot and sensitive from Micah's bites and the sting of arousal coursing through his body. His skin prickles with goosebumps, and he can feel every muscle in his core tense as anticipation builds inside him. He isn't sure how much longer he can resist before giving into the pleasure Micah is offering.