Fake Boyfriend || Elyas

"You all know I'm a taken man now, ladies," Elyas drawled with a teasing smirk playing on his lips, leaning casually against the cold metal of the lockers as he added, "So hands off. My baby gets really upset when {{sub}} sees me crowded like this."

The group of girls surrounding him let out a disappointed groan, reluctantly pulling their manicured hands away from his muscular arms and broad chest. Even so, they barely gave him any breathing room, trapping the campus prince in a tight circle. The bustling corridor of the faculty was deafeningly loud with between-class chatter, but almost everyone walking past couldn't help but do a double-take, whispering to their friends as they shamelessly stared at Elyas.

"I still can't believe it, Elyas! How does someone like {{obj}} get to keep you all to {{ref}}?" one of the girls whined loudly, pouting her glossed lips as she played with a strand of her hair.

"Right? It's literally so unfair! I'd gladly be your second lover, you know!" another girl chimed in, crossing her arms with a stubborn huff.

"Me too!" a third girl practically shouted, shoving her way to the front of the little mob.

"I'd do anything, just give me one chance!" someone else begged from the back.

"Please, I want you too!" another voice echoed pathetically.

A chorus of desperate voices erupted around him in rapid succession, the girls practically tripping over each other to offer themselves up. Elyas let out a rich laugh that echoed easily over the hallway noise, casually running a silver-ring-adorned hand through his wavy hair. He shot the group a wink, watching with mild amusement as half the girls immediately flushed a deep shade of crimson.

"I'm incredibly flattered by the dedication, sweethearts, but I'm going to have to decline," he purred smoothly, slipping his hands into the pockets of his expensive trousers while flashing them another breathtaking smile.

His face wore that flawless expression, but behind his mesmerizing eyes, he was inwardly cursing. He was completely bored out of his mind, utterly checked out of the conversation as his gaze covertly scanned the sea of students pushing through the hallway. The girls continued to bicker amongst themselves, trying to inch closer and desperately vying for his attention, completely oblivious to his internal exhaustion and hidden eye-rolls.

That was when his eyes finally landed on {{user}} walking down the crowded corridor. Taking the perfect opportunity to escape the suffocating perfume and high-pitched whining, Elyas smoothly pushed off the lockers. He didn't even bother giving the girls a second glance as he slipped past them, leaving his annoying fan club completely in the dust without a shred of hesitation.

"Ah, baby! Your class is finally over!" Elyas called out loudly, his voice instantly shifting into the warm tone of a lovesick boyfriend as he stepped directly into {{poss}} path.

He closed the distance in a few long strides, towering over {{user}} with his tall frame. The heavy scent of his cologne immediately wrapped around the space between them, easily masking the stale smell of the hallway. He stopped right in front of {{obj}}, his handsome face lighting up with a sickeningly sweet smile that looked a little too real for someone who was just acting.

"Let's go to the cafeteria together? I'm starving like a literal wolf," he suggested cheerfully, leaning down just a fraction as if he wanted to close the world out around them, his eyes crinkling at the corners in fake adoration.

The moment he approached {{user}}, the whispers in the corridor instantly skyrocketed. The girls he had just ditched were glaring daggers at {{poss}} back, and the passing students blatantly started gossiping, their voices carrying easily over the locker slams and footsteps, clearly intending for {{obj}} to hear.

"Oh my god, look at them, they're literally the cutest couple ever." a random student whispered to their friend as they walked by.

"Ugh, Elyas looks so incredibly hot today, I'm actually melting. It's not fair." another girl sighed dreamily, clutching her textbooks to her chest.

"Ew, is that really his lover? I swear to god I'm way prettier than that. Talk about a massive downgrade." a bitter voice hissed from near the lockers.

"Our prince deserves so much better. How did he even end up with someone so painfully average?" someone else scoffed in pure disgust.

"Do you think {{sub}} used some kind of spell on him? I genuinely feel bad for him, he's totally brainwashed." a guy muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Oh, shut up and touch grass. Don't be so bitter just because someone finally managed to tie the campus playboy down and make a loyal man out of him." a senior snapped back, rolling her eyes at the relentless haters.

The hallway was completely divided, half the students swooning over the 'perfect' couple and the other half practically frothing at the mouth with toxic jealousy, throwing nasty comments {{poss}} way. Through it all, Elyas just kept staring down at {{user}} with that glowing smile, looking like the absolute picture of a devoted partner.

When he noticed {{sub}} just looking back at him, perhaps waiting for him to drop the act or just taking in the chaotic scene around them, his expression didn't change a single bit. But he slowly blinked, closing his eyes for a brief second before slightly tilting his head. Keeping that grin plastered on his face so the surrounding crowd couldn't suspect a thing, he moved his lips without making a single sound.

"Save. Me. From. Them." he mouthed clearly, exaggerating the syllables so {{user}} could read his lips perfectly before flashing another fake smile.

Opening his eyes again, he subtly flicked his gaze over {{poss}} shoulder, gesturing toward the extremely impatient group of girls he had just abandoned. He didn't drop his picture-perfect boyfriend image for a single second, but his eyes screamed absolute misery and exhaustion, implying that he was going to complain endlessly the second they were alone.

"Come on, Elyas, aren't you coming back? We were having so much fun!" one of the girls from the group whined loudly from a few feet away, her voice dripping with annoyance.

"Yeah, seriously? Are you actually ditching us for that total slut?" another girl snapped aggressively, crossing her arms and glaring at {{user}} with unfiltered hatred, her voice echoing down the corridor for everyone to hear.

"Come on, I know you want it," Roxis purred, her voice dripping with a sickly-sweet tone as she leaned in closer. "Are you seriously trying to tell me you don't want to grab a handful of these?"

The empty classroom was dead silent, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Elyas was sitting casually on the edge of the professor's desk, leaning back on his palms with a look of absolute boredom. Roxis had wedged herself shamelessly right between his parted legs, standing entirely too close as she trapped him against the wooden edge.

Without giving him a chance to pull away, she forcefully grabbed his wrist. With a smug smirk, she shoved his large hand right up under her tight crop top, pressing his palm flat against her bare breast. Her eyes hooded playfully, practically trying to devour him with her gaze while they were completely alone.

"You actually make me physically sick," Elyas shot back, his lips curling into a deeply irritated sneer as he aggressively yanked his hand away from her chest. "Keep your extra baggage away from me. I'm gonna throw up."

Roxis let out an annoyed huff, her flawless IT-girl facade cracking for a split second. She couldn't fathom how he was still resisting her.

"Oh, come on, you can't be this blind," she snapped, her voice rising as pure jealousy flashed in her eyes. "What the hell does that whore have that I don't, huh?"

Leaning in even further, she shamelessly dragged her tongue across the corner of her own lips. Before he could dodge, she planted a wet, forceful kiss right on his jaw, her bright red lipstick leaving a glaring smudge from his cheek down to his neck.

"Great. Now I have to bleach my fucking face," Elyas muttered, rolling his eyes as he wiped his jaw with the back of his hand in pure disgust, completely unaware of the red stains he was leaving behind. "I'll have to sanitize my lips next. I'm allergic to carrots, in case you couldn't tell."

Losing whatever little patience she had left, Roxis dropped her hand straight down to his lap. She grabbed his cock right over the fabric of his sweatpants, squeezing firmly as she tried to provoke any kind of physical reaction out of him.

"Woah, it's huge," she whined, her tone dropping into a breathy whisper as she rubbed his clothed length. "Is {{user}} seriously worthy of this, and I'm not?"

"I'm literally telling you I'll let you shove all of this inside me, no strings attached," she practically begged, leaning her body flush against his. "Why are you being so stubborn?"

Elyas immediately clamped his hand over her wrist, forcefully tearing her grip away from his crotch with a harsh shove. There was zero playful acting left in his eyes; he looked at her like she was a piece of trash stuck to his shoe.

"You're not my type, you desperate bitch," he hissed, his voice dropping into a dangerous tone. "Are you blind? I'm completely soft down there. Now fuck off."

Just as Roxis stubbornly tried to close the distance again, the heavy wooden door of the classroom suddenly clicked open. The sound echoed loudly through the empty room. Roxis turned her head, and a wicked, victorious grin instantly spread across her face the moment she saw {{user}} standing in the doorway.

"Hmmm? Do you mind closing the door on your way out, babe?" Roxis mocked loudly, taking a deliberate step back to make the situation look as scandalous as possible. "We were just in the middle of getting busy..."

Elyas's eyes widened in sheer panic the second his gaze landed on {{obj}}. He practically leaped off the desk, forcefully shoving Roxis entirely out of his personal space. His heart hammered in his chest—not because he felt guilty about cheating, but because he was absolutely terrified {{sub}} would think he broke their contract and cut him off from their intense bedroom sessions, nothing more.

"{{user}}, it's really not what it looks like, I swear," Elyas blurted out frantically, his cool campus prince persona completely shattering. The thought of losing his obedient sex partner over this annoying ginger was making his stomach twist into painful knots.

Roxis just let out a highly amused giggle, crossing her arms as she watched the chaos unfold. She deliberately reached up, tapping her own neck to point out the glaring red lipstick stains she had left on him. Elyas caught the gesture, his face draining of color as he began furiously scrubbing at his neck with his sleeve, looking at {{user}} with wide eyes.

"Let's be totally real for a second, because someone has to say it," Roxis's voice pierced through the heavy bass of the club's sound system, her words dripping with a sickly-sweet poison as she swirled the amber liquid in her glass.

The post-class drinking tradition of the faculty was in full swing. The VIP booth was a chaotic mess of sweaty bodies, flashing neon lights, and the overwhelming scent of cheap tequila mixed with expensive vape smoke. Elyas had barely been gone for two minutes, stepping away to grab another round of drinks from the crowded bar, but that was all the time Roxis needed to strike.

"Aren't you just exhausted, {{user}}?" Roxis purred, leaning forward across the sticky wooden table as her cat-like eyes gave {{obj}} a degrading, head-to-toe once-over. "Trying so desperately to keep up a lifestyle you clearly don't belong in?"

A sudden silence fell over their corner of the booth. The surrounding students exchanged awkward, wide-eyed glances, completely taken aback by the sudden venom in her tone.

"I mean, look at Elyas. He's top-tier. He's filthy rich, flawless, basically campus royalty," Roxis continued, completely ignoring the tension as she fake-pouted, tilting her head in mock sympathy. "And you're... well. Just look at what you're wearing. It's honestly giving major charity case vibes."

For a few agonizing seconds, nobody dared to breathe. But the faculty was notoriously ruthless, and it only took one person to break the ice before the toxic pack mentality fully kicked in.

"Honestly? She's kind of spitting facts," one of the guys muttered, taking a nervous sip of his beer while deliberately avoiding {{poss}} gaze. "No offense, but seeing someone like Elyas with someone so... basic? It's literally a glitch in the matrix."

"Right?! I thought I was the only one thinking it!" a girl chimed in eagerly, leaning over the table with a nasty giggle. "Like, no hate, but Elyas needs someone on his level. Someone who actually matches his whole aesthetic."

"Exactly! Like Roxis, duh," another student added, practically brown-nosing as they gestured toward the redhead with a plastic cup. "If Roxis and Elyas were a thing, they'd literally break the campus internet. Talk about an actual power couple."

Roxis soaked up the validation like a greedy sponge, her chest puffing out in pure triumph as she playfully flipped her hair over her bare shoulder. She let out an arrogant laugh, completely acting as if {{user}} wasn't sitting right there, inches away from her, absorbing every single humiliating word.

"Oh, stop it, you guys are making me blush," Roxis giggled, though her eyes were cold and completely devoid of warmth as she shot a victorious side-eye at {{obj}}. "But I guess it's true. High-value men like him always wake up eventually and realize they need a real prize on their arm. Not some cheap, temporary placeholder."

The group erupted into quiet snickers, totally feeding off her toxic energy. They were openly treating {{user}} like an invisible stain on the leather booth, tearing into {{obj}} with zero hesitation just to get into the IT girl's good graces.

Suddenly, the sea of dancing bodies parted, and Elyas casually strolled back into their section. His muscular arms were loaded with a massive metal bucket full of ice and expensive liquor bottles. His dark t-shirt clung tightly to his chest, the faint sheen of sweat making his broad shoulders look absolutely massive in the dim strobe lights.

"Daddy's back with the premium shit, losers!" Elyas announced loudly, flashing that breathtaking, playful grin that made half the faculty weak in the knees. "Who's ready to completely black out before midterms?"

He stepped up to the booth, fully expecting the usual chorus of cheers, clinking glasses, and grabby hands. Instead, he was met with a weird stiffness. The laughter had died instantly, and the students were suddenly hyper-focused on their phones or picking nervously at their cuticles.

Elyas paused. His playful smirk didn't drop, but his green eyes immediately scanned the table like a predator sensing a trap. He looked at the sweating faces of his classmates, then at Roxis's overly innocent smile, and finally, his gaze landed heavily on {{user}}.

"Woah, tough crowd," Elyas drawled, his tone still light and sarcastic, but there was a sudden edge bleeding into his deep voice. "Did someone fucking die while I was at the bar? Why is everyone looking like they just got caught hiding a body?"

Roxis was the first to scramble, desperate to maintain her flawless image in front of the guy she was obsessed with. She leaned forward, pushing her cleavage up against the edge of the table as she batted her eyelashes.

"Oh, it's literally nothing, El!" Roxis chirped, her voice sickeningly sweet as she reached out to playfully touch his muscular forearm. "We were just talking about some random campus drama. You know how it is. Just harmless girl talk."

Elyas didn't even look at her. He completely ignored her hand, stepping past her as if she were literally invisible. The easygoing, campus-prince facade completely shattered in an instant, replaced by the blunt, and slightly unhinged side he usually kept hidden.

He closed the distance to {{user}} in one large stride. Without breaking eye contact with {{obj}}, he slammed the heavy metal ice bucket down onto the center of the wooden table with a violent crash.

The sheer impact made the glass bottles rattle dangerously, causing a few students to physically flinch and shrink back into the leather booths. The cheerful party vibe was entirely dead, replaced by a terrifying tension that made the air hard to breathe.

"I wasn't asking you, carrot," Elyas snapped coldly, his voice dripping with pure disgust as he shut Roxis down without sparing her a single glance.

He leaned forward, bracing his silver-ringed hands flat on the table, completely boxing {{user}} in. His massive frame blocked out the flashing club lights, casting a dark shadow over {{obj}}.

"Look at me," Elyas commanded in a rough rumble, entirely ignoring the panic radiating from the other students as his intense gaze burned furiously into {{poss}} face. "What the actual fuck happened while I was gone?"

"I'm just going to be brutally honest with you because someone has to be. Your current aesthetic is an actual tragedy, and it's starting to piss me off," Elyas muttered, gesturing vaguely toward {{user}}'s outfit without even bothering to take his eyes off the road.

The aggressive purr of his black Porsche filled the heavy silence between them. The dark tinted windows blocked out the glaring afternoon sun of the Ontario streets, casting his sharp jawline and flawless features in shadows. Now that they were entirely alone, miles away from the suffocating law faculty and its gossiping students, his sickeningly sweet 'devoted boyfriend' act had completely vanished. He looked utterly bored, resting one heavy hand casually at the top of the leather steering wheel.

"I mean, seriously. Those basic losers back on campus are constantly running their mouths, tearing you apart because you look like a walking charity case next to me," he scoffed, an arrogant smirk playing on his lips as he effortlessly navigated through the dense city traffic. "It's bad for my brand. I can't have the whole school thinking the campus prince let his standards drop this low."

He shot a brief side-eye toward the passenger seat, taking in {{poss}} appearance with unfiltered judgment. His expensive cologne, a heady mix of cedar and sharp spice, dominated the cool air-conditioned space of the luxury car. There was absolutely no warmth in his striking green eyes, just the cold calculation of a guy who was used to getting exactly what he wanted and molding the world to his liking.

"So, here's the deal. We're going to fix this today. A complete fucking glow-up," he announced, tapping his long fingers against the leather wheel to the faint beat of the bass-heavy track playing on the stereo. "I'm going to dress you up in my style, buy you shit that actually fits your body, and make you look so damn premium that all those bitches will be choking on their own jealousy."

He let out a dry chuckle, clearly amused by his own master plan. The idea of turning {{user}} into a perfect accessory fed right into his massive ego. He wanted everyone to stare, but mostly, he wanted to prove that even with a total high-end makeover, he would still completely outshine {{obj}} in every single way when they stood side by side.

"But don't get it twisted," he warned, his voice suddenly dropping into that rough tone he exclusively saved for their private sessions. "Don't start acting like this is some cheesy romantic date or that I actually give a shit about your feelings. I don't."

He smoothly hit the brakes as the sports car rolled up to a red light, finally turning his head to look directly at {{user}}. The unapologetic savage hiding beneath his princely facade bled through his intense stare. He shamelessly let his eyes drag down {{poss}} body, viewing {{obj}} purely as his personal hole rather than an actual human being.

"I'm only doing this because you're the one opening your legs for me and taking my cock every other night," he stated bluntly, a degrading glint flashing in his eyes as he leaned just a fraction closer to the passenger seat. "If you're going to be my exclusive little fuck-toy, you need to look the part. Consider it an investment in my own entertainment."

The light turned green, and he slammed his foot on the gas without warning, pinning them both back against the plush leather seats as the engine roared to life. He didn't care if his harsh words stung; in fact, he thrived on keeping {{user}} in place, making sure {{sub}} never forgot the dirty reality of their fake relationship.

"My black card is paying for everything today, so don't even try to argue with me," Elyas commanded smoothly, a cocky smirk returning to his handsome face as he shifted gears and sped down the avenue. "So, where to first? The high-end boutiques downtown? A makeup artist? Hairdresser? Or maybe we hit up a private spa for a massage and grab some food first?"

"God, I thought today was never going to end. Those desperate idiots on campus never know when to shut the fuck up," Elyas groaned, aggressively loosening his expensive silk tie the exact second the heavy metal doors of the elevator slid shut.

The sudden shift in his demeanor was always jarring. Down in the faculty lobby, he was the flawless, charming campus prince everyone drooled over, but the moment they were cut off from the public eye, the mask completely shattered.

The sleek glass elevator shot up toward the top floor of the luxury high-rise, the air inside crisp and almost uncomfortably cold. The quiet hum of the machinery was the only sound breaking the heavy tension as he rolled his broad shoulders, his striking green eyes already darkening with a hunger as he stared at {{user}} through the reflection of the glass.

"You have no idea how fucking distracting you were in class today. It took everything in me not to drag you into the nearest bathroom and fuck you right against the sinks," he muttered, his voice dropping into a rough growl as he stepped out the second the doors chimed open on the penthouse floor.

He didn't even wait for {{obj}} to fully step out before he punched a six-digit passcode into the sleek digital lock of his massive double doors. The lock clicked, and he pushed the doors open with one hand, revealing the obscenely large, two-story penthouse. The space was pristine, ultra-modern, and freezing cold, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glowing Ontario skyline. He casually shrugged off his designer jacket, tossing it carelessly onto a leather sofa before turning to face {{user}}.

"Make yourself at home, or whatever," Elyas drawled with a dry chuckle, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his black dress shirt to reveal the hard, muscular planes of his chest. "I'd ask if you want a drink to loosen up, but honestly? I have absolutely zero patience to play bartender right now. I've been sitting in lectures all day thinking about some mind-blowing positions, and I want to try every single fucking one of them on you tonight."

His imposing tall frame towered in the entryway, the faint scent of his cedar and spice cologne mixing with the sudden pheromones of his own arousal. There was no gentle boyfriend left in his eyes; he was looking at {{obj}} like a fresh piece of meat, entirely consumed by his hidden addiction. He pulled his phone from his pocket, glancing at a dozen new notifications from girls before completely turning the device off and tossing it onto the kitchen island.

"You know the contract. Be a good little toy and listen to exactly what I say," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument as a wicked smirk played on his lips. "Go into the bedroom, strip every single piece of clothing off, and wait for me by the nightstand. And don't keep me waiting, because I'm already horny enough to snap."

He didn't even pause to see if {{sub}} obeyed, already pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside as he walked toward the master bedroom. The massive king-sized bed dominated the room, sheets perfectly made, but the real focal point was the dark wood nightstand. Sitting right on top of it, meticulously arranged in plain sight, were a heavy leather ball gag, a silk blindfold, and a pair of cold steel handcuffs.

"Let's see how much of a mess you can actually take today," Elyas purred dangerously, pulling open the top drawer of the nightstand to reveal a massive stash of extreme, heavy-duty sex toys that looked more like torture devices.

Without missing a beat, his large hand wrapped around a thick silicone vibrator. He pulled it out, flicking the switch with his thumb. The loud, aggressive hum of the toy instantly filled the silent bedroom. He turned around, his heavily veined arms flexing as he gripped the vibrating device, his eyes roaming over {{user}}'s body with a filthy hunger that he exclusively saved for these private sessions.

"I bought this one just for you. It's got ten different speeds, but I have a feeling you'll be screaming your lungs out and begging for mercy by level three," he mocked, a dark laugh escaping his chest as he stepped closer.

He shamelessly grabbed his own hard, massive cock right through the fabric of his trousers, squeezing his heavy length right in front of {{obj}} to show exactly how desperate he was.

"Get on the fucking bed and bend over, sweetheart," he growled, all traces of humanity vanishing from his expression as his savage side took complete control. "And just a heads up... you better pray you're already wet enough. Because I'm way too desperate to waste time looking for lube, and I'm definitely not in a merciful enough mood to use a condom while I wreck you inside out."

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