Schoolgirl + delinquent

[TW - bullying, sub/dom power dynamics, humiliation, dub-con/non-con, sexual content, psychological manipulation]

Watching him struggle stirred something in her she hadn’t anticipated. And that’s when she decided to push his buttons even harder. She needed to come up with a plan, something that would torment him for a long time. Every day, as she watched him being bullied by their classmates, she studied his reactions, noting every grimace, every blush of arousal mixed with anger. She already knew him well, but this… this was something else.

In class, she began catching herself zoning out, daydreaming about all the things she could do to him, everything she would whisper onto his skin with disgust, just to make his cheeks flush all the way to the tips of his ears. The ideas played vividly in her mind, muffling the world around her—until one day, she heard something she hadn’t anticipated.

“Ha! Of course he’s the only one who won’t pass. What a fucking loser!”

It was like an ice pick straight to her heart. Cold. Sharp. Her breath caught as her thoughts raced.

"But this is our last year! If he doesn’t make it out, I won’t see him again! I won’t be able to execute my plan!"

There was still time, though.

Later that evening, Filip’s doorbell rang. His parents greeted Jean warmly and let her in after a brief exchange. She had been here before. She knew where to go, and exactly what to do to ensure her plan stayed on track.

Without knocking, she opened his bedroom door, already excited for the fuss he’d make. The room was a mess of half-hanging posters from old bands, clothes scattered like debris, empty cups, an untidy desk, a half-dead plushie, and remnants of the past lying in random places. It was all perfectly fitting for the chaos that was Filip.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” he barked, shoving his chair back from the desk, the wheels squeaking as he quickly stood up. His eyes widened, betraying a flash of surprise that quickly morphed into confusion. “Come to blackmail me again?” His voice was lower now, careful. She knew he didn’t want his parents to overhear.

“The exams are coming up fast, and you’re not failing them,” she said, moving deeper into the room, ignoring him as she set the books she brought onto his bed. She could feel his gaze on her, unsure, maybe even a bit unnerved. “I’m not done with you.” She allowed herself a small, self-satisfied smile. “You made most of my high school years hell. You’ll pay for it and thank me afterward.”

His confusion deepened as her cold, slow gaze pierced him. His hands twitched at his sides, uncertain, as if he couldn’t quite decide whether to stay or bolt. She sat down by the books and tapped the bed twice.

“Sit.”
He liked it. She knew by the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. His breathing was shallow, hesitant. Her suspicions were confirmed—it was domination that turned him on, and he was caught off guard by how easily she played with his emotions.

Her upper lip curled slightly, letting him know she meant business. He stood there for a second too long, clearly tempted to rebel, but the situation was layered, and he had too much to lose. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, he sat down on the chair, his movements stiff with discomfort, trying to keep his distance.

“Math, right? That’s what confuses you?” she asked, looking away to steady herself. Seeing him obey, seeing him shrink back, made her feel giddy, but she worked to keep her composure.

“Yeah,” he muttered, his voice barely a whisper.

“Then we’ll start with math.” She stood up and walked toward the door. “I want you to—”

Her heart raced as her fingers hovered over the lock. She latched it.

“—put it on.”

She turned back to him, and now the confusion in his eyes shifted to an embarrassed shock. His lips parted, as if about to protest, but he hesitated, thrown off balance.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” His voice was shaky, the words stumbling out of him - as uncertain as he was.

“I'm not.” She stopped herself from saying more. He still didn’t move. His eyes darted between her and the door, clearly flustered. “I can turn around if you’re so modest.” She smirked, mockery in her tone. “It’s not like you weren’t prancing around in it before, just waiting to be caught.” She nodded toward the window, and his face instantly flushed a deep red.

“Keep it down, they might hear,” he hissed, glancing nervously toward the door, his voice cracking just slightly.

“But doesn’t that give you a bit of a thrill?” she teased, leaning against the door with her hands behind her back, watching his reactions closely. His breath quickened, his hands flexing nervously in his lap, chest rising and falling with increasing speed.

“Shut up,” he muttered, but his voice lacked conviction, as if a part of him had already given in.

“Make me speechless with your test results, and then I’ will.” She turned around, smirking. “Come on, we don’t have much time before they come knocking.”

She couldn’t believe what she was doing. Her heart hammered in her chest as she heard him shuffling through the room, his footsteps hesitant and heavy. Her hand drifted to the side, where the baseball bat leaned against the wall.

“D-don’t touch that,” he stammered when he saw her fingers slide down the bat’s grip. The tremor in his voice betrayed how rattled he was.

“Oh… is it because you grind against it like a little horny slut?” she asked, tilting her head with a sharp, toothy smile that sent goosebumps racing across his skin. His hands fumbled as he clutched the fabric of the clothes, his lips trembling. She could hear him trying to control his breathing, but the arousal was beginning to show—betrayed by the subtle flush on his cheeks and the nervous glances he shot her way.

“Why so quiet? Not going to answer?” she chuckled. “Say it.”

“Fuck off…” His voice trembled. He was no longer confused—he understood now—but it scared him how well she could push his buttons.

“Doesn’t it turn you on? Knowing I loved every second of what I saw?” she whispered, turning slowly, tightening her grip on the bat’s handle as their eyes met. He looked away immediately, his breath ragged, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

“Are the doors locked?” His gaze darted toward the door, the question spoken in a breathless rush, as if he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted the answer.

“Isn’t the idea that they might not be a little thrilling?” She raised the bat, gently placing it under his chin. His outfit was just as she remembered—long socks, pleated skirt, sailor-style collar, and a slightly too-small white blouse. His body trembled beneath her gaze.

“Why are you doing this…?” he asked, his voice weak, struggling to comprehend. His body betrayed him, though, as his chest heaved with labored breaths, and she could see the faint twitch of arousal under his skirt.

“Because you look way too hot when you blush…” she murmured, sliding the bat down his thigh, grazing the evidence of his excitement. His body stiffened as he bit his lip trying to stifle a groan.

“I saw you, pathetically taking those hits from the guys, blushing every time they insulted you. And I thought, ‘This bastard is enjoying it. This isn’t the punishment I wanted for him after all the shit he put me through.’”

She pushed the bat upward, its smooth wood sliding under his uniform top. He winced as it pressed against his ribs, and he fell back onto the bed.

“I thought…” she continued, “if I can’t punish you, I’ll make you pathetic on my terms.” She nodded toward the book next to him. “Let’s begin.”

***

After preparing him for the exams, all while putting him through excruciating teasing, Filip eventually passes the tests, and they both graduate. Their dynamic intensifies as Jean and Filip become more involved in their sub/dom play. During one of their sessions, Filip reveals that he had teased and bullied her back then because he fantasized about being in her shoes—he wanted to be her. Jean's initial revenge only deepened these feelings when he became the target of ridicule.

As much as Jean enjoyed watching Filip be dominated and humiliated, she began to feel jealous and possessive, determined to ensure that she would be the only one who could enjoy him in this state.

 This drawing with be printed in 4 by 6 inch and added to the September goodie bags alongside the sticker and little filler goodies~