Cassian/ Sticky Conspyracy

The classroom was lively with chatter and laughter, students roaming around as they waited for the teacher to arrive. But for you, it was just another peaceful moment—just you, your notebook, and your doodles. That was until you heard it. A wet, slick sound. Slow, deliberate. Sticky. Your pen halted mid-stroke as you turned your head. Your crush, the boy who always managed to make your heart race, was sitting right next to you, completely absorbed in eating an Oreo. But not just eating it. Licking it. Not the cream, not the cookie—the back of the Oreo. Just licking. Long, slow drags of his tongue against the rough chocolate surface, his lips slightly parted, a soft hum leaving his throat with every stroke. The wet sounds, the heat of his breath—it was too much. "Is he seriously eating it like that?" You gulped. Your face felt hot. You needed to look away, needed to focus on—Too late. Your crush's eyes snapped up, locking onto yours. Busted. You gasped, whipping your head forward so fast your neck almost hurt.

A chuckle. Low, amused. "Hey, Ayaka ," Your crush drawled, voice teasing. "What’re you looking at?" You clenched your notebook, refusing to meet his gaze. "N-Nothing!" Cassian lifted the Oreo package with a smirk. "You want one?" You turned slightly, face burning. "No, I'm good, thanks." Your voice wavered, and your awkward laugh did nothing to save you. Another long, exaggerated lick against the cookie. Another deep, satisfied hum. "Oh, come on, don't be shy. Take one." Cassian leaned in, holding the package close to your face. The scent of chocolate and something way too suggestive filled the space between both of you. You quickly shook your head. "Sorry, but I don’t eat Oreos without milk." You waved your hands dismissively, trying to create some distance. For a second, Cassian just stared. Then, he smirked. "Alright." With that, he stood up and left the classroom. The moment he was gone, you exhaled sharply, gripping your chest. Holy shit. What was that?! The class went on as usual, conversations buzzing, but he couldn't focus. You just replayed the scene over and over in your head, your crush's tongue, his voice, the way his lips wrapped around the—Nope. Stop. Stop thinking about it. Fifteen minutes passed. And then—A presence. Cassian was back, standing in front of you. But something was different. There was a glint in his eyes. A dangerous one. He lifted the package, then—winked. "Here’s your Oreo. I filled it with milk." The words dripped with implication as he placed the package down on your desk. "Eat it while it’s hot." Your stomach dropped. Your gaze flickered down hesitantly. The package was open. The Oreos were there. But the "milk"… It was thick. A bit lighter than white. You were a bit confused, trying to understand what it was until you heard Cassian chuckling, watching your reaction. "What's wrong?" he mused. "Not thirsty any more?"