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acciojaeyun · 1 year

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good boys bring heaven to you ; lee heeseung smut

pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader genre: smut (minors dni)

in which lee heeseung, the campus’ smart arse, have not-so innocent desires for the woman who needs his help in a class he succeeds in.

warnings: dom!heeseung, degradation, slight manipulation, heeseung is a fucking menace, unprotected sex (reader is taking pills; but still, wrap it before you tap it), hints of switch!hee at the bottom words: 3,603

Lee Heeseung had enough.

He had enough of the way you groaned during Chemistry. He had enough of the way you would bite your lip whenever you frustrate over elements and whatnot. He had enough of watching you suffer when he knows he could help you in the best way that he can.

And you, on the other hand, were quick to accept his invitation that was done as soon as the bell rang, hands on the strap of the bag of each huddled on each of your shoulders. Since then, you’ve tried to read the basics – however, it seems like even the General Science have given up on you.

Not like Heeseung would judge you – oh, no. He wouldn’t judge you. Not now, not ever.

But would people judge you considering that you have checked your reflection on each possible surface where your reflection could be refracted? Possibly. But have them ask you the reason behind you do, they’d possibly understand. It was undeniable that the façade of the smarty-pants of your batch in this semester’s Chemistry was as pleasing as his wit.

Yes, the whole campus agreed that Lee Heeseung is an attractive man.

Maybe that was the reason why you couldn’t seem to pass your Chemistry class, having to have seated beside him, and it’s not like you would ever want to change your seat; one, you’ve grown comfortable with it; two, this was the best class-to-board distance; and three, you had the opportunity of sitting beside him – because, fortunately, the boy looked like he didn’t have any plans on changing his seat the whole semester.

Which leads you to here, phone in hand as you try to locate Heeseung’s dorm room in the dormitory hall across yours. You double-checked the room number a lot, hoping not to mess up by knocking on a different dorm room.

Oh, and another thing: you didn’t quite understand the reason why Heeseung had decided to tutor you in his room, of all places, when the University library is of approximate distance between each of your dormitory hall. And while there is no strict prohibition for people of the other sex to visit the opposite sex’ rooms, you find yourself gushing over the idea that maybe Heeseung wanted you alone; and while however the thought sends you into a frenzy, you decided to tone things down tonight.

From your thoughts down to your clothing, keeping things simple with a casual white tee with a varsity jacket over it, paired with jeans and white sneakers.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door, and as soon as you felt a gush of air, you were welcomed with Lee Heeseung wearing an ensemble almost the same as yours minus the jacket. And of course, he couldn’t forget his signature black specs and dangling earrings.

A breath hitched in your throat, maybe accepting the offer was a bad idea, you thought. You couldn’t understand how having Heeseung, the boy that caused more distraction and destruction than inspiration, would help you in reviving your grades for Chemistry.

But Heeseung was a determined man, and he will make sure you understood it by the end of the night.

“Hello,” he smiled, eyes squinting as he ushers you in, “make yourself at home, Jake will be leaving soon.” He said as he eyed the foreign guy hunched over a pile of books in his desk.

“I am?” the boy, Jake, asked as he bit the tip of his pencil as he seemed deep in thought over whatever he was studying that time.

Heeseung gave a look at Jake, to which made Jake realise something. Gaping and nodding in realisation and smiled, “I am!” he exclaimed, rather too obviously, which made Heeseung roll his eyes and rush Jake to leave the room.

“So, as I said, make yourself at home,” Heeseung smiles as he offers to take your things from you, bringing your attention back at him as he placed all your belongings in his desk. You watched him as he walked towards the cooler, retrieving a drink.

You watched as he tipped his head backwards, downing the drink in the most – dare you say it – alluring way as possible. It didn’t help that Heeseung had recently dyed his hair ash gray, making him look ten times more attractive than he already was. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and you were certain you gulped as he downed on it.

As he was finished drinking, he looked at you and tried to hide a smirk, “Do you want some?”

“No, thank you,” you muttered as you realised that you were openly gawking at him. However, you coughed as soon as you said that. Maybe you were looking at him for too long.

“Come on, I drink this before I study,” he chuckles and walks towards you with the half full bottle of his cold honeyed tea. And while you expected him to hand over the bottle for you to drink from, he held your chin and made you open your mouth when he pinched your cheeks with his hands.

“Mouth open, baby,” he said as he poured the drink on your mouth, to which your eyes widened at such erotic action. Shit, you thought, he knew.

And as you gulped the drink down, you met his gaze and he smirked. With a drop of the tea running down your chin as you tried to swallow the sweet liquid, his eyes darkened, and he let his initial thoughts take over him as he used his thumb to wipe it off, bringing it to his lips for him to suck on his thumb.

“Sweet,” he’d whisper while never breaking eye contact.

You were left standing there as you watched the boy move towards the desk on his side of the room, pulling Jake’s desk chair in the process. “Come here,” he beckoned you over, patting the chair beside him as he turned on the lamp of his table.

And you didn’t know what happened, but as soon as Heeseung scooted his chair closer to you, you were sure you were in a trance because of the overpowering aura the boy exuded. Smelling of blackberry and bay, with hints of fresh linen and books (and you swear to yourself you could smell the faint honeyed tea which you shared a while ago).

“Are you alright, Y/N?” he’d ask once he noticed you didn’t answer a question he had just asked a while ago.

Snap out of it, Y/N.

“Yeah, yeah – “

“You don’t really seem concentrated, do you?” he tutted as he held your gaze, his hand coming near you to push your hair behind your shoulder.

“I am!” you spoke too soon, making the boy chuckle. “Oh, you are now?” he challenged, licking his lips as he played with the ends of your hair, “Say, what is the unit that we call for the amount of a substance in a solution?”

“Matter?”

“Oh, honey,” he fake-pitied, tutting as he pulls your chair closer to him, the act making the sound of the wood against the floor creak, mixed in with your squeal, “that’s wrong, I’m sorry,”

“How about, let’s turn this into a game?” he challenged, eyes darting back and forth between your eyes and lips, his teeth taking in his bottom lip as he thought of the things he would do to you.

“W – what game? I don’t – I don’t think that’s –”

“Relax, baby, I’ll take care of you, you want to learn now, don’t you?” he chuckled as he dimmed the light of the dormitory. He started ghosting his lips over the expanse of your cheek as he bowed over your figure, “Now, let’s start with some instructions, shall we?”

You nodded at his inquiry, to which he slightly groaned at your obedience. “God, you’re making me go crazy, babe,” he said as he traced your face with his finger. “First, get one question right, I’ll strip one clothing of mine; get it wrong, and it’s your clothes that are off.”

“No touching, and of course – do your best, what do you think, baby?”

You seemed to be at a loss of words, that the best thing that you could do was a silent ‘yes’ with a frantic nod of the head. You were entirely submissive to this man, and it was driving you crazy.

“Well then, sweetheart, let’s say that water is hard,” he starts, accentuating the last word as he used his finger to force your face to meet his, “is it because of the presence of calcium, sulphate, or magnesium?”

“Fuck,” you whispered, trying to remember what the professor had mentioned last time, “I can’t –“

“Of course, you can. Surely enough you weren’t that distracted by me, ‘no?”

“I – sulphate?”

His eyes darkened as he smirked. He intended to confuse you with the way he constructed his question. He licked his lips as he pulled away, “Top off, sweetheart. It’s sulphate, calcium, and magnesium.”

You gulped and nodded, slowly trying to understand the trajectory of everything that is happening. You stood up and timidly tried to take off your top, Heeseung’s eyes trained on to every inch of your torso from the waist up.

“God, you’re so sexy,” Heeseung said in a low voice before retrieving your jacket and white t-shirt to discard on his bed. He winked when he saw your cheeks redden, “Come on, we don’t have the whole night,” he says impatiently as he pulls you back to your seat.

“What’s the purpose of the salt bridge in electrochemical cells?” he asked as he started peppering your shoulders with kisses, as his means of distracting you.

You, on the other hand, almost broke down at the feeling of his lips. You could feel your underwear cling to you the longer it gets soaked by the wetness of your pussy. “Heeseung,” you pleaded, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to relish the faint ghost of his lips.

“That’s not the answer, princess,”

“I – they – um, they –“ you continued to stutter as you feel his mouth sucking on the root of your neck, each word being replaced by a moan, and your hands tried to grip on him but he was quick enough to hit them away.

“Dumb girls don’t get to touch their tutors now, do they?”

“Heeseung, please,”

“Oh, never thought you’d be into begging. Tough luck, sweetheart, you came here to learn. And by the looks of it, you seem to be enjoying this rather than not.” He tutted, biting your skin, making you gasp at his sudden action.

“What’s the answer?”

“Fuck – I don’t know!”

Heeseung sighed in faux disappointment, “They neutralize electrochemical cells. Why don’t you take off your trousers too, baby? It seems like being exposed while I’m fully dressed seem to turn you on more than humiliate you, ‘no?”

You kept your mouth shut as blood rushed to your cheeks.

“Ah, I should’ve thought so,” the ash grey-haired boy said as he started stripping off his clothes. This was way too much for you to handle, so you think. At some point, your thoughts had run back to the time where you were caught by Heeseung whenever you gave him the side-eye.

You were right, Heeseung had seen everything. The way you look at him and the way you seductively bite your lip whenever you take a sight of him even from afar. He’d seen you gush over him whenever he was around – oh, Heeseung would deem himself crazy if he chooses to let you go. And now that he had you wrapped around his finger, he wasn’t ever going to let you go.

And never he will as your eyes widened when he pulled his pants down, cock springing out from the tightness of his jeans. “Ah, shit, baby, all this for you,” he motioned at his erect cock.

Heeseung pulled the chair farther from you, where you couldn’t reach him. He sat in such a manner where you could see his dick so clearly: thighs spread; hips bucked forward. His right hand that was jerking himself off in a slow pace was the cherry on top.

“Get one question right and I’ll let you sit on my cock, what do you think?”

Your head perked up at the thought, eyes twinkling at the thought of finally getting something. You nodded at his bargain, and he almost laughed out loud at how stupidly cock-drunk you were, considering that you haven’t even had a taste of him yet.

“What makes soaps a surfactant?”

“I – shit, I know this one,” you said as you closed your eyes as you racked your head trying to remember something – at least, something.

“Micellar forces! The soap reduces the surface tension of the surface it is trying to reduce the surface tension, increasing the number of micelle or surfactants in the interface.”

“Shit, baby, you sounded so hot saying all of those,” Heeseung said, biting his lip. “C’mere, baby, sit on my lap,” he beckoned you over with two of his fingers.

You happily obliged, cradling your legs over Heeseung’s lap, grinding your soaked pussy over his erect dick, both of you moaning at the friction that settled between you both.

“God, if I only knew you’d answer correctly just for my cock, I would’ve done this ages ago,” he said as he pushed your underwear to the side, two of his fingers immediately coming up to play your clit, making you arch your back as you held on to the backrest of the wooden chair where Heeseung was sat.

“So fucking wet, baby,” he commented, meeting your hooded eyes as you tried to grind on his fingers. “Stop that.” He ordered, making you halt and surrender to the dominance that embodied Heeseung, the man that you thought was too innocent for these things.

Without a warning, he plunged in two fingers in you, making you cry at the sudden intrusion. “Oh, fuck, Heeseung!”

“Yes, baby, that’s my name,” he said, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth as he started to pump his fingers in and out of your drenched hole, spreading his fingers in a scissor-like motion occasionally to stretch you for his size. “Come on, darling, come for be, be the fucking cock-slut you are.”

“Ah, shit, Hee – oh!” you whined as he increased his pace when he added a third finger, fog protruding his lenses as he took in the sight of you, “Heeseung, I’m going to come, I’m going to – oh, fuck!”

And just when you were about to come on his fingers, Heeseung had replaced his long, slender fingers with his thick cock. He pulled you down as his hands held your waist while he thrusted up and down, “Fuck, baby, you’re so warm,” he commented as he brought his face between the valleys of your breast, kissing and licking, trying to commit to memory how good you’ve felt.

Heeseung didn’t even manage to remove your bra, he pushed the cup of your bra to the side by his face, and he took his time in licking, sucking, and biting on your left nipple, making it sore and blowing it with air afterwards to elicit a reaction from you.

“Shit, baby, you’re clenching around me,” he said as his eyes almost rolled back to his head, “You feel amazing, God – you’re so fucking sexy,” he praised as he desperately tried to chase his high along with yours.

The sound of skin clapping together, the scent of sex, and the long-forgotten Chemistry lectures were all what overstimulated your senses. And all you could ever say were profanities and Heeseung’s name, you swore you felt like you were on cloud nine. He was fucking you good, he was fucking you raw.

“Are you close?” he would ask in between pants as you nodded and whined, “Come with me,” he responded as he gave your pussy a hard thrust, his hand coming down to vigorously play with your clit, his mouth immediately latching on to your right breast; making you lose all sanity as you warned Heeseung that you were close again for the second time – and you hope, this one would be successful.

“Go, fuck, come, sweetheart – oh, shit,” Heeseung pants as you collapsed on him, hand immediately caressing your bare back as he waited for you to calm down. You were still whining slightly at the feeling of Heeseung inside you – so big and so delicious.

“Are you done?” a voice shouted from outside as they audibly felt like they hesitated in knocking on the door.

“I – I think I should go,” you blushed as you realised that Jake, Heeseung’s roommate, might have heard what you were doing.

And your ego could go low for as far.

Heeseung helped you slide off him and change back into your clothes. And against his better judgment, Heeseung jutted a kiss on your forehead as he smoothed out your hair. “See you on after lecture on Thursday?”

It was still Friday.

“Yeah, sure, see you, thank you, Heeseung.”

You have been counting the days until it was Thursday. And to be honest, you’ve never realised how time moved so slow until you realise it was still a Monday considering that you’ve felt that you’ve done so much already during the weekend.

It also didn’t help that Heeseung never reached out to you – not in texts, nor through social media.

But what happens when at the darkest hours of the Monday evening, you were greeted with a Heeseung in his pyjamas, ash grey hair ruffled as if he had just gotten out of bed, he bit his lip at the sight of you in short pyjamas and a shirt too lose that it had situated way past your shoulders, exposing your collarbones.

“I – I –“ Heeseung stuttered as he tried to formulate an excuse inside his head, on how he almost ran his way towards your dormitory without any glasses on (he swears he almost knocked on the wrong door).

“Yes, Heeseung?” you giggled at his lost figure; it wasn’t usual that Heeseung would be at a lost for words. But then again, there was a first time for everything.

“I heard you’re good in Biology,” he blushed.

“I am,” you rose an eyebrow at his statement.

“Maybe you could teach me?”

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lunatic-pudge · 3 months

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TF2 Mercs Green Flags (except it's very biased)

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I love my boys. Yes, this is biased and questionable. But this is meant to be cute and fun.

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Scout:

-Silly little goober, great person to be around when you need cheering up

-Golden retreiver boyfriend

-Can easily make you laugh without even trying

-Artsy fartsy

Pyro

-Cutie patootie who makes the cutest drawings of you two together

-Owns an Easy Bake Oven

-Master at baking, never-ending supply of sweets for you to indulge in

-Your biggest supporter. Would literally cheer for you if you rob a bank

Soldier

-Also your biggest supporter, will demand that other adore you as well

-Will let you own any pet you want no matter what the animal is

-Speeches of why you're the best thing to ever exist and how America is blessed to have such a beauty like you live there

-Will give you anything and everything you could ever want, like human ears. Definitely a good person to be if you like collecting weird stuff

Demo

-Precious baby boy is a major cuddle bug

-Def knows how to knit/crochet, will make you whatever you want

-Baby man likes learning about folklore/mythology

-He's essentially a big walking teddy bear. Perfect for cuddles, especially on a cold or rainy day

Heavy

-GIANT WALKING TEDDY BEAR

-Protective baby boy, big scary dog privleges

-Bookworm, can recommend a good book if you don't know what to read

-Perfect person to lay around and cuddle with, he can smother me any day. Dates at home are TOP TIER

Engie

-THE BEST PERSON TO GO TO WHEN YOU'RE HAVING AN OFF DAY HANDS DOWN

-Smart boy, can make you stuff that helps with day to day activities which is helpful if you can't do certain things to having a disability or something

-Dad bod, dad bod, dad bod, dad bod, dad bod, can't get enough of it

-Voice of an angel, will sing for you if you'd like. Can def sing you to sleep

Medic

-NERD, he's an adorable nerd! Let him ramble about his hyperfixations!

-Def a good pet owner, would kill someone if they don't take proper care of their pets

-Would make sure you take care of yourself, he's kinda like a dad that cares

-He's such a maniac. I can see him just secretly being up to no good all the time. And he's also very girlypop

-Putting an extra for him cause I can: Medic boobs. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

Sniper

-Sweet, precious baby boy who can do no wrong. He strikes me as someone who listens to EVERYTHING when it comes to music. He ain't genrephobic

-Also a collector of weird things. Likes making bone jewlery. Bone boy

-I just love the concept of him being feral? This is probably the weirdest thing on the list. Like there's the golden retreiver boyfriend (Scout), and then there's the feral boyfriend (Sniper). Literally acts like a cat, hiding away from people, hissing when people that aren't you tries to touch him, will demand attention/affection from you, ect. I need to make a more detailed idea of a feral boyfriend so work with me plz

-He would absolutely let you wear his clothes, thinking about how adorable you look. He'd do the same with your clothes if they're big enough for his lanky body. You two swap jackets in the winter time so you guys always have a piece of each other when you two are busy and aren't able to see each other

Spy

-I know a running joke is that Spy is a smelly French asshole, but I really do think that he wears some of the nicest smelling cologne out there. Expensive af colonge, but damn, it's addicting

-Smarty pants. Not just anyone can be a spy, it takes quite a bit of intellect for it. And not to mentions he knows multiple languages? Love it, even if I hate the French language with a burning passion

-Him having a good taste in fashion? He's gotta know what he's doing by wearing suits all the time. Not only does he look fresh af, but people always look so good in a suit, especially when it fits them. But please also picture him dressed in a more romantic goth aesthetic plz, okay I'll stop now

-Is good at paying attention to even the littlest of details about his partners. Even if you're trying to be cryptic or subtle about things, he'll always find out. He's def a protective type too

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kquil · 8 months

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🍪 : cookie with Remus and giving their baby a bath. Like sitting in the tub together and bathing the baby 😭💕

A/N : here's the final installment of this mini series! i hope you darlings enjoy!

“What the?” Remus exclaims as you suddenly enter with nothing but a towel wrapped around you and your naked son held up against your hip.

“Da!” little Alfie squeals in delight at the sight of his father and immediately reaches his arms out to him. At the sight of your son’s tiny hands making grabbing motions at Remus, you promptly comply and hand him over to your husband. As Alfie immediately takes to the water and splashes about, disturbing your husband’s peace and stretching an amused grin across his lips, you rummage around to get out a few of Alfie’s bath toys. You settle with a classic yellow rubber duck, a blue spurting whale and a little floating plastic boat.

Remus watches as you place the toys in the bath before unwrapping the towel around you and hanging it up. As your husband helps your son sink (for the little bubbles) and unsink his little boat (to do it over again - for the bubbles), you slip into the water on the other side of the tub with another plastic boat in your hands.

“Alfie look~” you steal his attention in the midst of him hitting the plastic boat against the surface of the water over and over again. Once you have his full attention, you let your little boat sail peacefully across your side of the tub with a gentle push. Observing your actions, your son mimics what you do before clapping and looking up at you for approval, “well done Alfie~” you praise gently, watching fondly as your son smiles with a giggle before turning to your husband with the same look.

“Good job, Al,” Remus muses in his deep, soothing voice. In his father’s hold, Alfie attempts to climb up Remus’s chest and does so with the help of your husband’s supporting hands against his sides, “what are you up to buddy?”

“Da! Da!” Alfie calls.

“That’s me,” you smile at their adorable interaction and sigh in relief. This was the right choice. Remus had been quite exhausted after the full moon a few days ago, even when the boys came over to transform with him as animagi, you can tell that the recent transformation took a lot out of him. He’s been so exhausted and lethargic recently that he couldn't bear you and Alfie catching sight of him outside your usual check ups and meal deliveries. But you and Alfie missed him dearly, he had been so fussy without his father, so this was your attempt at finally confronting Remus of his horrible avoidance habit without actually confronting him. It was then when Alfie placed a small hand over the uneven texture of a scar across Remus’s cheek. Of course your son is smart, even from a young age — he is Remus’s afterall.

“What a smartie pants,” you coo, inching forward to kneel in between Remus’s legs as you bring up a hand to lovingly stroke back his hair, “just like his father,”

Tears surface in Remus’s eyes as he sees pure, unadulterated love filling your eyes and the guilt of it all makes his chest tighten. It’s almost too much to bear and he makes the mistake of looking at his son again, who coos happily in his arms, gently patting at his scar with a smile, “I’m ashamed…” I should trust you more by now…

“Don’t be Rem,” you kiss his temple sweetly, “Alfie and I just missed you so much, didn’t we, hon?” you ask softly, giggling at the look Alfie gives you after seeing how you kissed your husband. It’s the look he usually gives you when he wants a kiss too so you lean down and comply with your son’s silent plea. With a kiss on his tiny button nose, he instantly became a giggling mess.

“I missed you too…” Remus smiles and kisses Alfie’s forehead before leaning forward to capture your lips in a kiss as well. It would have been a long, love-filled kiss if it weren’t for your son attacking you with a spray of water using his Whale toy.

“I guess he just missed being a nuisance huh?” Remus says in amusement and raises his giggling son out of the water to blow raspberries against his plush belly.

“He gets that from you~” you tease and Remus smirks, all too proud of his origins as a Marauder, causing havoc throughout Hogwarts.

“He’ll be sure to get a pretty lady in the future then,” Remus hums thoughtfully as Alfie takes his whale toy and sinks it into the water, watching in awe at the bubbles that surface above it.

“Why’s that?”

“Because causing trouble got me you and you’re the prettiest lady around,”

1K MILESTONE EVENT | NAVI.

#☀︎ : 1k milestone #☀︎ : 1k #🍪 : cookie 1k #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus x reader

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bones4thecats · 5 months

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*only a genuis could love a woman like her*

*I'm a g g g g genius*

i freaking love this trope of smartass x smartass, this with your twst and ror characters of choice please?

A/N: I decided to do Twisted Wonderland characters only since I still have like 5 requests left to fill out, but I do hope you enjoy this!

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🦁 Leona was a smartass with pretty much everyone he had ever met

🦁 When you two first met, he had been smartassing everything that Ace, Deuce, and Grim said, and you were getting peeved really quickly

🦁 So once he said something, you turned around and replied;

“ If you’re waiting for me to care, pack a lunch, it’s gonna be a while. “

🦁 All the boys stopped, and as Ace, Deuce, and Grim chuckled and cackled, Leona stood there shocked

🦁 He didn’t know you could be so brutal, but for some reason, he kind of liked it

🦁 It definitely made you guys come together far quicker, as whenever you guys had to listen to someone rant on something stupid, you guys would just use your brains to make the funniest comebacks on earth

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🍄 He was very smart with his words, and he knew when to be rude, and how rude he should be depending on the moment

🍄 Jade and you were dancing around one another with your words, trying to hold yourselves back from going to far, but today, you had enough

🍄 You were dealing with both him and Floyd trying to convince you to talk to Azul, and you were on the edge of choking them both with a dead eel

🍄 Every single word that came out of their mouths made you want to pounce on them even more, so when Floyd was called away to do something, Jade kept prompting you to speak to his boss

🍄 He sat across the table from you as he kept speaking, and you looked at him and glared as you spoke;

“ Maybe you should get your own life and stop interfering in mine. “

🍄 Everyone who heard that stopped talking and looked away, wanting to hear what happens next

🍄 Jade just laughed, called you quite the smarty before kissing your hand and walking away

#Twisted Wonderland #Twst #Savanaclaw #Octavinelle #Night Raven College #NRC #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #Twst x Reader #Savanaclaw x Reader #Octavinelle x Reader #Night Raven College x Reader #NRC x Reader #GN! Reader #S/O! Reader #Leona Kingscholar #Leona Kingscholar x Reader #Jade Leech x Reader #Jade Leech

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joonggphilia · 6 months

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🩶🩶Top of the Class🩶🩶 ——————————————

pairing: Top San x Bttm M!reader genre: smut (super fluffy) cw: finger sucking, hickeys A/n: This is prob one of my favorites <3

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You were so stressed. So many exams and projects to finish, just to keep those good grades you had promised your family. You’d do anything for your marks to go up. Today you decided to approach your classes TA. Choi San. He was so smart and pretty handsome for a nerd. “Hey San! I’m kinda stressing about this class and I really need my marks to go up. I’ll give you anything you’d like in return.” You ranted, praying he’d accept the offer. He looked down at you with his arms crossed and a big smile across his face. “Of course, M/n. I’m free later tonight actually, I’ll decide what I want then.” San accepted, his friendly smile never leaving his face. ————

A knock sounded on your dorm door, the loud sound resounding through your small room. “Coming!” You chirped, moving towards the door. “Hey M/n. Ready to get to work?” San asked, gesturing to the laptop and notebook in his hands. You didn’t respond, to distracted by the man in front of you. You were used to him with his business casual looks and glasses on. Oh no. He stood in front of you wearing a white tank top and grey baggy sweatpants. Seeing him in this new light made you sweat. “C-come in. You can set your stuff on the living room table.” You breathed, snapping out of your trance. While you two were studying you couldn’t help but gasp every time his hand brushed over yours. Fuck. Your eyes kept drifting down to his nether regions. The print in his sweats made you wonder, was he free balling!? If so he was big, holy crap. “Earth to M/n. We’re finished, good job.” San chimed, closing his laptop and leaning back against the couch. “O-oh..ok! Thanks San it means a lot. So what did you want in exchange, I’ve got money.” You stammered, reaching for your phone before San’s strong hand stopped you. “I don’t want you to pay me. I want you to tell me what you’ve really been thinking about tonight, sitting next to me.” San admitted, nonchalantly. “Well….I’ve honestly been admiring you this whole time. You’re extremely attractive.” You blurted, a light blush covering your face. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” San hummed, before grabbing your chin and pulling you into a heated kiss. Neither of you complained at the feeling, getting lost in each other’s warmth just felt right. San pulled his shirt, muscles rippling at the sudden movement. “Oh my god.” You gasped, the sight of his godly body sending your mind reeling. “I know. It’s your turn smarty.” He motioned at you to take your shirt off. You complied, even going as far as slipping your shorts off as well. San raised his eyebrows and quickly copied your desperate actions. “Let’s get to work now, shall we?” San laughed, latching his lips onto your neck, leaving marks up and down your shoulders. His wet kisses were going straight to your dick, the friction in your boxers becoming unbearable. “San. I need you, please.” You whined, grinding against his bulge. He moved in sync at a painfully slow pace. “What do you need pretty boy. Be the smart boy I’ve been tutoring and use your words.” San hummed, emphasizing his movements. “I want your cock inside of me, San. I love your body, I need you closer to me. Please.” You ranted and pleaded, San slowly slipping off your boxers, not needing to rid his. “Because you asked so nicely I simply can’t deny. What a smart boy, your marks are sure to go up.” He praised, his fingers shoving themselves into your mouth. “Suck them for me, yeah?” He asked, innocently tilting his head. You complied and did as he told you. After a few minutes he pulled them from your mouth and moved to your hole, pushing a finger in. You gasped at the intrusion, arching your back from the couch. He poked and prodded, adding more fingers one by one. The way he curled his knuckles and moved in and out was driving you crazy. You were getting close at just his digits, so so close, but he pulled out causing an exaggerated whine to leave your lips. “Don’t worry. Your gonna take my cock for me pretty boy.” He hummed, lining up with your entrance. He slammed himself into you, not missing a beat, moving in and out at an intense speed. San was such a nerd TA, and here he is, driving you to the best orgasm you’ve ever had. His thick cock was filling your perfectly. “Your doing so good.” He grunted, moving faster and hitting your prostate harder and harder. The tight knot threatened to break. You were close. “S-SAN!” You yelped, your orgasm hitting you as he slammed down on your prostate one last time, triggering both of you to orgasm. He sweetly kissed you once. “Your marks might go up if I stay the night.” San shrugged. ——————————————————————

#san x male reader #smut #ateez smut #bttm male reader #choi san #Ateez #choi san x male reader #san x reader #ateez x male reader

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i-drop-level-one-loot · 7 months

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Chaotic Dumbassery (Soft Yandere!Friend x Thembo!Reader)

I know I haven't been working on people's submissions, prioritizing kinktober, but I'm having a really tough time and need some light humor in my life

GN!Reader, mild manipulation, mostly fluff ❤️

Hughie was labeled as a "genius" early on in his childhood. At the age of five his parents were already discussing with the local elementary school about starting him off in a higher grade. Despite all of the praises Hughie received from adults, their compliments felt hollow, and the more they pushed him to accelerate his growth realize his potential, the further he felt isolated from the people around him. Emotionally, it was like being trapped as an exhibit in a zoo. They all smiled down at him and cooed, but he could not feel them.

Then, Hughie met (Reader).

Wasting his summer before school began, his parents inside speaking to teachers about letting Hughie skip kindergarten, no one noticed when he slipped out, wandering the empty halls to the playground, where surprisingly a child was playing in the dirt with their parent sitting nearby.

Fat little fingers were poking into the dirt beneath a tree, filling the holes with seeds. Hughie often had no problem speaking to adults, but he didn't have many opportunities to interact with other kids his own age. Nervous to the point of nausea, he approached the kid, gripping his ugly grey polo aggressively enough to stretch out the shirt.

"What are you doing?"

The kid covered in dirt wearing a pizza sauce stained Batman shirt looked up at Hughie with excitement so powerful he could physically feel it burning his face like sun beams. "Planting bird seeds!"

"Oh. Why?"

"To grow birds. Duh." They went back to poking holes and planting the seeds.

The little boy with black curly hair was shocked. He didn't know everything about reproduction, but he knew that birds came from eggs. It was the first time he had ever heard something so preposterous, and it kind of stupefied him. Crouching down to get closer to the strange little kid, Hughie felt star struck. "I don't think that's how birds are made."

"Yuh-huh! Whenever Granny throws seeds out, birds grow, and then in the morning they fly away "

"I think they eat the seeds.."

(Reader's) eyes went wide, dropping their fistful of bird food while whipping around to face Hughie. "Huh?"

"Birds come from eggs."

Standing up quickly, Hughie could see that the kid's knees were covered in bandaids, something he never really needed. They looked down at him like he just told them that Santa wasn't real. "What?!" Before he could reiterate his answer Hughie's arm was grabbed by the much stronger stranger, dragging him over towards the woman sitting on the bench. "Mom!"

"Yes?" The woman smiled with heavy, exhausted eyes.

"Do birds come from eggs?!"

"Yes? Why?"

(Reader) dropped Hughie's hand, their brain malfunctioning under the new information. Hughie started to worry that maybe he had upset them, that maybe he shouldn't have told them the truth, when they suddenly grabbed him by his shoulders, violently shaking him. "What is your name, smarty pants?!"

"Hu-Hughie!" The wild swaying of his head affecting his speech.

"I'm (Reader)! You wanna go catch crickets?"

"Sure-"

"Hughie!" His father's voice cut him off, the smartly dressed man finally finding his son and descending onto the playground. "Don't disappear like that."

"I'm sorry."

"Let's go back inside. The teachers have some questions for you." He said excitedly, motioning towards the school.

Hughie felt a sense of dread. He was smart, really smart, which meant that he knew if he passed the tests waiting for him, he wouldn't be able to be in a class with kids his own age. Which meant that he wouldn't be able to make friends.

"No."

Hughie latched onto (Reader), and decided to act his own age.

"I want to go catch crickets with (Reader)!"

"Yeah!" (Reader) replied, glaring up at the stranger as sassily as a five year old could.

Although that interaction ended with (Reader's) mother apologizing, holding back her child from kicking the man in his shins, and Hughie's father carrying him kicking and crying up to the classroom, it was ended in Hughie's favor. He purposely failed his tests, and when school started up, he was placed in the same kindergarten as (Reader).

The two became inseparable, much to his parents' dismay.

It only got worse as they got older, and even the teachers took notice of Hughie's "double life".

By the last year of middle school, Hughie already proved himself smart enough to get his GED and be enrolled in any university of his choice. But (Reader) didn't know that.

Hughie's mother sighed heavily, finding (Reader) on her doorstep. Hey disdain for the teenager wasn't concealed in the slightest, but it didn't phase (Reader).

"Mornin', Mrs. G! I'm here to pick up the H-bomb."

"I could drive you two." She grimaced. "It's dangerous for two children to walk to school."

"Oh, we won't be walking." (Reader) smiled.

Hughie rushed past his mom, smiling just as brightly as (Reader). "'Sup!"

"Please let me drive you-"

"Bye Mom!" Hughie cut her off, giving her a warning glance before bouncing back to his reflection of (Reader's) joyful attitude. "Let's go, (Reader)."

The two friends ran down to (Reader's) homemade "scooter", an extra wide plank of thin wood with wheels screwed on, painted with flames. It was made by (Reader) and their mom to have enough space for at least three teenagers to comfortably ride, four if they squish together tightly and held on for dear life. It was a hazard, and Hughie loved it.

He loved everything about (Reader), actually. Since he began purposefully fucking up his grades just enough to never get moved up, he had made a good friend group, a group a guys that were a lot of fun to get into trouble with, but his best friend was (Reader). Many people joked that the two were already an old married couple, which (Reader) leaned into, completely unaware of Hughie's feelings. It was strange. And he couldn't explain it to anyone.

(Reader) was his best friend; a sibling; a partner in crime; and someone Hughie recently found himself wanting to kiss silly.

They rode down the sidewalk at top speeds, bumping over rocks dangerously. Hughie wanted to wrap his arms around their waist but couldn't until they picked up their other buds. They stopped by Brody's house, watching him run away from his wooden spoon wielding Grandma, then at Everett's, which finally allowed Hughie the excuse of hugging (Reader). It didn't matter if Brody clung to him similarly; just as long as he was the only one holding (Reader).

The four idiots of Jackson Middle School traveled faster than any of the cooler students on skateboards, speeding recklessly with the force of four teenagers pushing the wooden beast.

Teachers and parents gave disapproving sneers as they barely stopped in time to prevent themselves from crashing into the arriving school buses. Mr. Stone especially.

(Reader) dragged the transportation over to the bicycle rack laughing with Hughie over the fear in the bus driver's eyes when they nearly collided into the side of the bus.

"I don't know why she was so mad, it's not like we were gonna damage the bus!" Brody loudly complained, arms behind his head.

No, it was because we could have gotten hurt. Hughie smiled, not voicing his thoughts out loud. (Reader) wouldn't have this kind of fun with him if they knew that this wasn't his real personality. Calm and studious, Hughie naturally didn't enjoy being outside. He was a nerd at heart, and would prefer reading in solitude to participating in sports. But he would do anything to spend more time with (Reader).

Mr. Stone appeared before the quartet, smiling tightly. "May I have a word, Mr. Gressler?"

(Reader) stuck a finger in their nose. "Huh? He's not on the clock yet."

Everett rolled back his shoulders too try to look bigger. "Yeah, we haven't had breakfast yet."

"I'll catch up with you guys." Hughie waved at them, shooing them away. They left for the cafeteria, still making snarky remarks towards their teacher.

As soon as they were out of sight Hughie's face changed, losing all of his good humor and patience. "What did you want to talk about, Mr. Stone." His teacher's name tasted bitter, so he spit it out.

"Let's go to the principal's office."

They quickly walked through the halls, irritating Hughie. He knew what this was about, and he wasn't interested in the slightest.

Once inside the office, Mr. Stone closed the door, trapping Hughie inside with the grinning older Principal Wells. "Please, have a seat, Hughie." She offered politely.

"No thanks. I need to go to breakfast, so I'd like to make this quick." His hands were in his pockets, and his body leaning on one leg, emphasizing his boredom.

Mr. Stone cleared his throat. "We've been talking about moving your classes around.."

"Why?" His cracking voice snapped.

"We've noticed that.. I believe that your friends aren't the best influence on you." Stone took a deep breath, looking to the principal for assistance.

"After speaking to your teachers I learned that you do exceptionally well when you aren't paired up with one of your friends. If it's a test, or a solo project, your work is incredible. No matter what the subject is, you exceed in every class.. but when you have a project you have to present to a class, in your classes you have with a student named (Reader), you disrupt the day by presenting very odd topics. And when you work with (Reader), you mess around the entire time or create chaos." The principal was referring to two specific instances; Hughie's presentation on how WW2 was responsible for the creation of hentai, and the science fair project he worked on with (Reader) trying to prove that Birds weren't real. Both times he chose the topics just to see (Reader's) face light up.

"Hugh, you're an incredibly bright young man. We want to see you excel." Mr. Stone pleaded.

"I'm not moving up. I'm staying in my classes. We haven't caused any major disruptions that could have interfered with other students learning, and may I remind you that we both got an A minus on that science fair project?" He turned to leave, done with dealing with adults he knew he was smarter than. "And if you move around my classes, I'll go to the superintendent, and the school board. You're discriminating against my fellow students because you believe them to be stupid."

"We never said-"

"I'm not an idiot. They're bad examples on me because we have fun? That isn't the argument you think it is."

"Mr. Gressler, come back here-"

"Unless I'm in trouble, then no. You aren't allowed to prevent me from having breakfast. And if you continue I'll call my mother." Hughie was cold, indifferent. He knew what they were saying, but it was the exact same shit he'd been hearing since he was three years old. He's special, so he's not allowed to act his age.

He left the office and stomped towards the cafeteria. He knew they wouldn't stop embarrassing themselves, but he also refused to back down.

Inside the lunch hall, (Reader) was having a battle with the boys, construction French toast sticks into action figures with pretzel sticks. The sight of (Reader) focused on the fight made Hughie feel funny, releasing an eruption of butterflies. It was okay if he continued lying to his friends, because he could continue playing with them like this.

"Dude, I got you some!" (Reader) held out a plate. They had no idea how much Hughie loved them.

His smile fell, feeling suddenly very hot.

"Dude, you okay?" Everett asked out of concern. "Did you get in trouble or something?"

Hughie couldn't answer, taking the plate silently while avoiding eye contact. Quickly shoving in pretzel crackers like nails, he constructed his own breakfast warrior. "FEEL MY WRATH, LOSERS!"

The friends instantly forgot about their worrying, watching as Hughie's creation punched (Reader's) creation's head off.

It was okay if Hughie kept pretending to be a dumbass, because it was more fun that way. He would gladly sacrifice his entire future to fuck around with (Reader) for the rest of his life. He could see himself, in the future, sharing an apartment with his three amigos, working at some dead end job, playing video games every night after work. It would be better than if he went off to some college and became a lawyer.

If only he could ignore the erratic beating of his heart.

#soft yandere #gn reader #yandere fluff #yandere x reader #bad writing #not proofread #i just need to smile

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ccraccz · 5 months

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I wanted to write something for myself so these are my head canons for the heartsteel boys!!!

Heart stealing fluffy headcanons!

Augh these boys

Men actually lmao

First of all

Imo, Ezreal is really smart!

He studied health, both mental and physical, and wanted to be a therapist but he just didn't enjoy that route after high-school

Mostly because he enjoyed singing and dancing too much, and his personality wouldn't really help

Ezreal cannot be super serious

He can be serious at times, but he has his limits on seriousness

He was also a choir kid, he loves singing and took classes for it!

In his mind, the vibrations when he or others sing is comforting

Ezreal also has really good ears! He can probably Sett making his protein shakes every day from his room (I believe he has the second farthest one from the kitchen, yone took measures to make them as comfortable as possible)

That also makes him both a light sleeper and an early riser

So he became acostumed of going to sleep earlier because Sett and k'sante go off to the gym together in the morning

Talking about the gym, the group goes once a week with K'sante and Sett to keep their shape to a T

Aluhe joins, too, but when she does, the boys keep a close eye on the people around them

Yone, when they don't go to the gym, goes on a three mile jog or run in the morning

Aphelios does a lot of waist and core workouts when the group goes to the gym, though they encourage him to build some more muscle in other places, like arms

K'sante has used everyone as a weight

Yone has the best balance of everyone, he can literally stand on a yoga ball on one foot and not fall

Kayn was in gymnastics in high-school and has gotten 3 gold metals and 1 silver during his years

Kayn is very good at taking care of people and is quite the history nerd

Aphelios, Sett, and Yone are English smarties

Ezreal is a science nerd

K'sante is a math boy

He both hates it and loves it

Aphelios can talk, that's canon

But I believe that he is able to strain his voice, and if he does that, he will struggle to communicate

Which is why he doesn't sing anymore

He learned sign language because alune has hearing problems

Sett can see in the dark, and his eyes also glow a little bit

Yone's eyes, in the sun, look gray, but in normal (good) good lighting, their green

K'sante and Sett can not do the splits, but the others can!

K'sante stretches, though!

Kayn loves skydiving

And he hates tea

Sett loves hugs, but he sqeezes people to death so he barely gets any

Alune loves his hugs tho!

Ezreal abuses the GC with copypastas

Yone has put him in both mute and time out because of it, but he still does it

Aphelios is really great full for that lmao

Yone listens to "giants" to support his brother in secret

He also just likes the song

They've all cuddled with each other once or twice

Kayn is a singer, and Rhaast is a rapper

Kayn is actually a nervous reck with his idols, but he hides behind Rhaast, so it seems like he's either a dickhead or really overconfident of himself

But we'll talk more about that in the angst headcanons 🙂

#heartsteel #heartsteel sett #heartsteel yone #heartsteel aphelios #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel ezreal #aphelios #heartsteel k'sante #heartsteel headcanons

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great-hon-equal-to-pot-pie · 5 months

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So I've been thinking about the "monkey-mind horse-will" philosophy and the way it perfectly applies to MK and Mei all day today SO I NEED TO GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM.

So I feel like it's extremely common knowledge that Wukong is an allegory for the mind in jttw and this allegory is still somewhat present in lmk, especially in aspects of MK's character. The whole concept of the fluid, ever changing thoughts in his mind. The whole "I try not to think about it", "I play dumb to lighten the mood". Him saying "There's nothing MINDless about me" in the season 4 finale. THE WHOLE THING WITH SMARTIE KID/BIG BRAIN BOY? These are just some examples off the top of my head there's definitely so much I've missed. But yes, MK has this as a very noticible motif of thoughts and mind rooted in his character.

Mei representing the will- or as I like to put it - the heart is less apparent, but hear me out. The whole "she acts before she thinks". The whole "she puts her family and friends first", and the "she's a protector" vibe of her character. She puts her HEART first. The contrast between this and MK is admittedly slight but still visible.

Monkies and horses have had other connections in eastern history too, I'm sure most jttw fans are familiar with keeping monkies in horse stables to wear off illnesses (Wukong's role as Bimawen is a reference to that :D), but besides the duo can also represent great success and fortune and have ties in the Chinese zodiac. So I feel chosing Mei specifically to be MK's bestie was done on purpose.

ARGH I don't know just the concept of MK and Mei being the "Brain and Heart" IS JUST TOO GOOD. The fact it isn't the regular route of "he's smart, she's sensitive" but a lot more subtle and nuanced is just taking over my brain. I love the whole "MK and Mei will become the Hero and the Warrior" theory but imagine that the finale message is that they are equal and there is no point in overshadowing one another (I like both versions of the theory, I'm fine with both Hero MK-Warrior Mei and Hero Mei-Warrior MK) because "mind and will" are both equally important. Like? How they're both capable of greatness and need each other's support. LIKE??

AAAA I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M GOING FOR

#my longest rant yet gonna add on/edit the phrasing in the morning lol #lmk #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk analysis #symbolism #lmk mk #qi xiaotian #lmk mei #mei dragon #long xiaojiao #jackfruit duo #goldendragon

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disgustingpunk · 4 months

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So High

you, the campus pill popper whore, are known to be down to do drugs and have sex with anyone, the golden boy keigo is in a bet to see whether or not he’ll be able to fuck you.

characteristics: college au! coke whore! reader, bimbo! reader, rich boy hawks, toxic! reader, hawks is obsessed with you, reader has big boobs, ass, and thick thighs, reader is a bitch

CW: keigo is in love kinda??? drug use, smut, hair pulling, degration m/ receiving, praise f/ receiving, oral female and male receiving, pussy drunk hawks, submissive hawks, bimbocore, motorboating, hand job, biting, mentions of shoplifting, and fragil masculinity.

“they look like candy it’s so fine,” you say to your friend while holding the half burnt joint, “like doesn’t this look like those little smartie candies? and the coke just looks like pixie stick sugar.”

you hold up the pill towards your friends face and she laughs, “they’re really cute honestly, are you bringing them to the party?”

you smoke the rest of the joint you both were sharing and put it out on your pink hello kitty ashtray, the smoke burning your throat and lungs as the smell reeked on your clothes and in the smoke filled room, “i’m popping one before i go to the party and snorting a line.”

“smart,” your friend says, “we don’t want anyone tryna ask for some.”

you both laugh as music softly plays in the background, your roommate groans and looks at you, taking her head phones off, “you guys are lucky i don’t report you!” she scolds, “drugs are so bad for you! i’m surprised you haven’t like… overdosed yet on that weed.”

you and your friend go silent and look at each other, and just start cackling, you snort and she makes a duck sound from how dumb you roommate was about weed. “are you actually fucking dumb?” you ask, “just shut the fuck up and mind your own business.”

your roomie rolls her eyes, “whatever, you guys are just jealous that i’m top of the deans list and i have a scholarship!” she says, her pose becoming prissy and giving a cocky smile. “you guys aren’t gonna have anything going good for you if you keep this up!”

you roll your eyes, starting to get annoyed by this bitch.

you both went to high school together and you still are shocked on how she acts like this still, as if she didn’t have a fucking foursome with members of the football team, cheated on multiple exams, you caught her copying your homework back in high school, if anything YOU should be on the list.

i mean of course you’ve cheated on a few things, and you did fuck the basketball team in just two weeks, but you own it, you’re not ashamed of who you really are, you don’t act all perfect like she does.

“bitch shut the fuck up before i bash your face into that little computer your sugar daddy bought for you!” you threaten.

“how dare you threaten me! my dad is the CEO of-”

“just shut the fuck up, take off that purity ring cause we all know what you really are.”

her face went red with that comeback, “coke head slut!” she yells, putting her headphones back on and going back to her computer.

now you’re smart, but not that smart, more like street smarts, growing up in the bad part of the city actually makes a difference to others, rich kids like her and other people on the campus don’t seem to understand that some people don’t have some prissy attitudes, sure you do drugs and whatever but you’re still thriving in life, people like her are all the same.

“alright,” your friend stands up, i’m gonna go up to my room and go to bed, i got class in the morning,” she says, wiping her hands off on her jeans, her kitten heels making a click click click sound, “night y/n!”

“night!” you call out back, hearing your door close. you stand up and sigh, taking the air freshener and being generous enough to cover up the skunk smell.

you pick out the pajamas you wanna wear for bed, a short light pink nightgown that barely covers your ass, you walk over and turn off the light, allowing yourself to go into a deep slumber.

the next day, you wake up at about maybe 3 pm (due to the amount of weed you had inhaled AND the pills) and made sure to take a shower before applying anything on her face.

you liked the shower hot, like extremely hot, the feeling of the warmth on your bare skin made your after high calm down a bit, you made sure that you always smelt good, the shampoo and conditioner you always used was yes, expensive, but shoplifting from the convenience store isn’t THAT bad when you’re in college, you call it “borrowing”, you’re just borrowing a few things to keep.

the shampoo was a passion fruit cherry blossoms smell, it made your hair smell good even if you were sweaty, your conditioner was a matching smell, making your [h/t] soft/stand out in front of people.

your body wash was the same scent, if you were near someone, they would automatically get drunk off of your body wash.

you loved your body, absolutely obsessed with your body, and so was everyone else, the stares from women and men, the sway of your hips, purposely wearing a tiny skirt so that people would see the underline of your ass, a skirt so short that if you bent over, everyone would see what you wore, undercut shirts to show your breasts, everything about you was perfect.

but there was one thing on your body that you hated.

body hair.

now you’re not like those girls that shave their pussy or legs every single day and then brag about it to other girls cause those are the girls that you steer clear from.

but you make sure that no body hair is on you, not on your legs, not on your arms, you hate pubic hair too, of course you can’t shave it everyday, so instead you just waxed it raw.

you would wax the hair that would grow under your nose, and wax your unibrow.

when you got out of the shower and put on your fluffy bunny slippers, you walked towards your mirror and started to blow dry your hair and apply some makeup, you loved makeup, you hated those stuck up bitches who would judge you for wearing makeup, false lashes, pink eyeshadow, black under the lid eyelid pencil, and most of all, your hello kitty pink lip gloss that tasted like vanilla.

you walked towards your closet to find a pretty pink outfit, something that screamed “bimbo”.

and then you saw it you’re favorite skirt.

it was a tiny pink skirt that showed a lot of your ass, it had rhinestones attached on it, causing the light in the room to make it shine, you picked out a tight white tank top that said “cum slut” in pink letters.

in about the 3 hours span of you being ready, you get a text from your friend, telling you to come to her dorm while she gets ready for the party.

you smiled and put on your platform heels that have a strap and wraps around your leg.

7:30 pm

party starts at 10:00 pm

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8:30 pm

party starts at 10:00 pm

“surprised you haven’t scored with anyone at a party yet,” touya laughs as he puts on a random band shirt that was in his dresser, “you’re rich, so shouldn’t girls be all over you?”

keigo rolls his eyes and ruffles his wet hair in a towel, “it’s not that, just haven’t seen anyone that’s good enough,” he replies, “i like bimbos, i haven’t seen one that’s caught my eye yet.”

touya groans about just thinking about fucking a bimbo, “bimbos are absolute freaks, dude,” he laughs. “there’s that one girl, y/n l/n, she’s so fucking hot dude, has the most perfect tits you’ve ever seen.”

keigo chuckles, tying his shoe and looking up at touya with a smile, getting ready to help set up the party that was happening in his frat, “why haven’t you hooked up yet?”

touya rolls his eyes and groans, “i’ve been trying to but she’s either too dumb to notice or she’s high.”

“a lot of bimbos smoke weed,” keigo says, “it’s typical of them.” standing up and looking at touya, leaning to the side and resting his body on it.

touya laughs and just stares at him, as if what he said was a big joke, “oh, you’re serious?” he gives keigo a confused look, “she doesn’t smoke only weed dude, she pops pills and does a LOT of coke, she gets them from tomura.”

keigo lets out an “oh” and gives a confused look, “so wait, why can’t he hook you up with her?”

“he won’t let me, won’t give me any info for some reason, but i know he’s not fucking her, that’s for sure.”

“why do you think that?” keigo asks, lifting an eyebrow in confusion.

“tomura never comes out of his room unless he’s going to classes or running errands, and is airways playing video games, so why would a chick like her have sex with him?”

keigo laughs and shakes his head, “what if he is and you’re just not able to fuck her like every other girl you’ve done it with.”

touya smirks, “oh yeah?” he says with a cunning smile. “fine then. let’s make a bet. if i hit first you cough up $100, if you do, i cough up $100, sound like a deal?”

keigo hesitated, is he really going to bet money on whether or not they’ll be able to hook up with some dumb bimbo? then again, if she’s not paying attention to touya out of all people, maybe she’s special, maybe her pussy is just special, there’s nothing special about a woman, keigo always thought that woman had a few jobs to do and nothing else. cooking, cleaning, and sucking dick.

“deal.” he agrees, shaking his hand.

when the party started it became packed very quickly, the jungle juice was hitting everyone and people were doing keg stands, practically fucking as they would grind or make out with each other, it was filthy, dirty, disgusting, it was perfect.

the whole time, touya and keigo were standing against a wall, holding a drink in their hand and watching the crowd, searching for you.

the moment you walked in, keigo knew it was you they were betting on, touya didn’t even have to tell him, he just stared at you, you held onto your friends arm and waved her goodbye as she went to go dance with some guy, probably her boyfriend.

for some reason you weren’t scared of someone trying to grope you, you knew the safety precautions on this stuff; get a drink, hold it, cover it, and down it all while you dance, get a refill, and start back over.

“alright, that’s her, you go first, if you hit, send me a video or photo.” touya says, shoving keigo towards the crowd by his back.

keigo looks at him with an annoyed expression cause of what he just did, soon forgetting about it and becoming done with it.

when he walked into the living room to go find you, he saw you sitting on the couch on a guys lap, whispering in his ear as he had an arm around your waist and was gripping your thigh, you smiled and leaned forward towards the table, taking a rolled up dollar and snorting white powder with your nose.

keigo almost lost hope, about to walk away and tell touya that nobody is getting money, until the guy went in to kiss you and you put your hand in front of his lips, saying something that keigo couldn’t make out, the guy rolls his eyes and you get off his lap, he gets off the couch and walks away, angrily bumping into keigo’s shoulder.

if he wasn’t betting on you, keigo would’ve argued with the dude for bumping into his shoulder, but since he was, he let it slide.

you sat back down and took a shot, not knowing (or caring) that your skirt was riding up way too high.

he decides to finally walk over and see if he’ll have a chance, hoping that he doesn’t lose out on $100.

when he sits down next to you, he was captivated over how good you smelled, cherry blossoms, his favorite scent on a woman.

you turn and look at him, giving him an annoyed look, “can i help you?” you ask, attitude in your voice.

he liked the attitude though, he didn’t like when women didn’t have that innocent voice, he loved when they acted like a brat, it made him feral, he loved fucking attitudes out of women, putting them in their place, which was the bedroom or kitchen.

“i saw what happened with that guy, he looked like a scumbag,” he laughed, “why’d you reject him.”

you roll your eyes with a smile, looking over at the group of girls on the other couch you were talking to, you look back at him, tilting your head and batting your eyelashes, “and why would you wanna know?”

he shrugs, “i’m just curious.”

you smile and scoots closer to him, “i don’t like men like him,” you answer. “he’s not my type.”

not your type? maybe touya’s right, maybe tomura and you aren’t fucking.

“what’s your type?” he asks, whispering it in your ear, causing you to smile, knowing that he doesn’t care about the guy, he just wants to fuck.

you take out the bag of pills you had stuffed in your bra, forgetting to take them at your dorm, you take out a pink pill and pop it in your mouth, it had a little heart on it, taking your drink to sip it.

“what’s that?” he asks you.

“you want some? it’s molly, ever had some?” you ask him, holding the bag in his face.

he shakes his head no, you shrug your shoulders and give the bag to your friends so that the three of them could have the rest.

“what’s your name?” you ask, ignoring the question he asked you. it caused keigo to look confused on why you’d wanna know his name when you’d probably never see or call him again.

“keigo, what’s yours?”

you shake your head and laugh, “y/n,” you say in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe and putting your hand on his thigh, close to the bulge in his pants, making him let out a little whimper.

“you think im hot right?” you ask, “i saw you looking at my boobs a bit, do you wanna touch them?”

he just sits there in awe as you take off the straps of your shirt and pull it down to expose your bra, “touch them, they’re real.”

he didn’t need you to ask you twice, immediately putting his hands on you, feeling the softness underneath his fingertips, your pink silk bra exposed, you laughed as he fondled them messily.

“do you wanna go upstairs?” you ask, looking at his pretty face, he looks up and immediately nods yes, he can’t stop staring at your e/c eyes.

you stand up and grab his hand, your bra still exposed to everyone, he doesn’t even realize that you’re taking him upstairs to a bedroom in his own frat, is he not getting the message?

he was cute, he looked kind, you knew he’d probably be rough, but does he not realize that he’s gonna get drunk off of you?

the guy was just some dumb jock who acts big and bad but he’s literally drooling over you.

you open the door to what seems like touya’s room, the moment you open the door you practically throw keigo in there, making him land on the bed.

he sits up and stares at your smiling curvy figure, his erection feels uncomfortable from the zipper.

“what do you wanna do?” you ask him, “i’ll do whatever you want, whatever you’d like, whatever you want me to be.”

he gulps and stares at you, his face red and hot, if he was in looney tunes his eyes would be big hearts right now.

“you wanna put your face between them?” you ask, taking your hands and groping your breasts, pulling the pads of your bra down and exposing your entire chest to him. your nipples erect from cold air in touya’s room, keigo immediately nods in excitement, standing up and grabbing your waist and putting his face between your breasts, you smile, a sweet smile not a cunning one, you liked the way he was completely submissive and captivated by you, and he liked it to.

keigo thought for a second that maybe you were the love of his life. amazing figure, beautiful eyes, beautiful, oh you were absolutely beautiful. he’d wake up in the morning to you sucking his cock, being able to record the entire thing, he’d take you out on dates, buy clothes, give you his card so that you can go shopping, you looked like the type of chick to steal stuff from places, hell he even wanted to put a bet that the outfit you were wearing was stolen.

you started feeling movement near your leg, you glanced down to see keigo humping and thrusting the air as he moans into your chest.

you smile and pull him away from your breasts and stare at his flushed red face, is eyes were practically pink and there was drool dripping down from his mouth and connecting to your breasts.

he smiles at you as if he was drunk, he wasn’t drunk though… okay more like pussy drunk, or boobs drunk? whatever you call it.

he didn’t even wait for you to say anything, he just rammed his lips into yours, cupping your face into his hands.

you’ve never really kissed any of your hookups, it just wasn’t your thing, only a few times really.

but for some reason you kissed him back, running your fingers through his hair and wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, keigo smiled into the kiss, lifting you up off the floor and placing you gently on the bed.

you go to undo his belt until he lays you down denying you from trying to do anything, rolling up the bottom of your dress to expose your crotchless pink panties, they were silky and had a little bow on top, your pussy was wet, extremely wet, as if you hadn’t been touched in months (you actually got fucked the other day.)

“you’re so pretty,” he whispers, kissing your stomach and holding your hips.

the way his voice sounded so sweet, innocent eyes, and was practically drooling seeing you.

hawks grabbed your thighs and pulled them closer to his face, eyeing your perfectly waxed pussy, taking a glob of his saliva and spitting right on your clit, your back arches from the sensation of his spit, loving the way that he’s generous enough to spit on your pussy instead of going for the real thing right away.

you feel his lips on your clit, sucking and licking over and over again, you became drunk off of him eating you out.

he stopped, looking up at you with dough eyes, “control me please, teach me what you like.” he whimpers, his face red and sweaty as his hands grab onto your squishy thighs.

you flashed him a sinister style, hoping he knows what he’s in for.

and then it hits him, he just asked a woman, an EXPERIENCED sex crazy machine, control him, his man-hood is ruined, thinking about if you told anyone about you controlling him, his frat brothers would tease him everyday! or worse!

before he could even say anything, you grab him harshly by his hair and force him to lick you, “oh you’re doing so good my pretty boy,“ you moan, grabbing both sides of his hair and forcing him to keep doing that.

the only thing keigo was thinking of is what you called him, pretty boy, it made his cock stand up even more, causing it to painfully scrape against the zipper.

you notice his little wince and stop, leaning him back by his forehead, causing him to sit on his legs, his crotch facing you as you stare at the big buldge in his pants.

“awww poor baby, does it hurt?” you ask him, more like tease him, he doesn’t know, and he doesn’t wanna know.

he nods yes with a little whimper coming out of his mouth.

you kiss him, biting his lip as you slowly undo his belt and unbuckling his pants, pulling them down far enough where his cock wouldn’t be caught stuck in the zipper.

he wore red boxers, they hugged his muscular thighs well, but what really matters is what’s underneath.

you sit up and stare at him, officially taking off your bra, “take it out, you fucking slut.” you say to him.

he is shocked by what you called him, first it was pretty boy, then baby, and now slut? what if you’re right? maybe he is a slut? i mean, he’s had only like 5 bodies, but does that make him a slut!

“i-i’m not a slut!” he stutters, looking at your face, you weren’t angry, you were just disappointed in him, he was so submissive and now he wants to be dominant.

you sigh, “then what are you?” you ask him

“w-what?” he asks, “what do you mean?”

you roll your eyes and lift up your skirt, putting the straps back on and getting off the bed.

“well fine if you won’t answer me, then just sit there and watch me walk out.” you say in annoyance.

is this guy’s masculinity really THAT important? it’s just sex, of course if you’re into weird stuff then yes you should be judged, but it’s so normal for a man to be submissive in the bedroom, hell tomura did it, dude actually let her step on his back with stilettos and begged for her to use him.

keigo was literally just being normal.

keigo falls on the floor and crawls to you, “wait!” he stops you, holding your ankle from being able to move, “what do you want?”

keigo gets on his knees and wraps his arms around your thigh, looking up at you with big eyes, his lip quivers for a second and he kisses the thick skin.

“i need you, please, i want you so bad, i’ll do whatever you want, just stay with me and i’ll do whatever you say!”

you rolled your eyes, grabbing him by his hair and forcing his face onto the floor, taking your shoe and placing it on top of his head, keeping him there and making sure he holds still and isn’t able to get up.

“you know you’re pathetic, right?” you spat in annoyance, “you seemed so fragile about your masculinity earlier, but now you’re begging for me to control you? you’re so weird.”

he tries to nod but he isn’t able to move his neck, “i know i am,” he whimpers, “i’m sorry, do whatever you want to me, i’m sorry!”

you take your foot off him and squat down, your knees cracking on the way down, “then admit it.” you spat, “say you’re a pathetic man who loves to be controlled by women.”

“i’m a pathetic man who loves to be controlled by you!” he cried, probably because of the fact that you were gripping his hair as hard as possible.

“oh you’re such a good boy~” you tease, taking your hand off his hair, your hands move to his cheeks and scrunches them, causing him make a fish face.

“open your mouth,” you command, watching his innocent eyes stare into your sinister ones, his mouth popped open fast and he just stared at you, waiting for you to do whatever you were trying to do to him.

you kiss him, hot and messy, your tongues clashing together as you cupped his face in between your hands, you pull away from him, drool connecting from both of your mouths, he’s panting, going in for another kiss until you put your hand over his mouth to stop him.

“nuh-uh,” you deny, standing up and grabbing his hand gracefully, your hands felt soft to him, he was absolutely in love with you, he was even imagining marrying you, having you make him get on the floor, his cheek touching the floor as your heels would be on top of his head, he’d beg for you to let him touch you, you’d just degrade him, and he just wanted to taste your lips everyday.

it was as if you changed moods, you grabbed his hair and forced him to lay on the bed, the mattress dipping as you bunched up your skirt to show your panties again.

“i’m gonna turn you into a man’s worst nightmare,” you taunt, grinding your clit against his cock, he whimpers, ignoring your sentence as his head hits the mattress, looking up at the ceiling in complete bliss. “gonna make you my bitch, i mean, this is what men are meant for, you’re meant for keeping my pussy relaxed and stuffed, you and your stupid frat buddies are so dumb that you don’t even realize how superior we are to you.”

“you’re superior!” he whimpers. “please just let me feel you!”

you smile, your hand gripping his hair, forcing him to look at you as you slide his cock inside you.

he was big, but you could handle it, his cock and balls looked exactly how you imagined it to be looking at his appearance. clean, cut, shaved and smooth, veiny, it wasn’t perfect of course cause there was no such thing, but it was in your #2 list.

“i’m superior?” you taunt, moving your hips back and forth, making him go cross eyed, drool went down the side of his mouth, if they could, his pupils would turn into little hearts and his eyes would be pink.

you let out a small “oh fuck” as he started to thrusts his hips up inside you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he does it.

he stops and makes you go up and down on his thick cock, your walls gripping him as yours and his groans fill the room.

“for a rich boy you’re actually good,” you laugh, cupping his face with one hand as you look into his eyes, the other squeezing his throat, your boobs rubbing against his chest, “maybe i should have your babies, we could get married and i could milk the fuck out of your pockets, buy the most expensive things with your money.”

he nods as he looks at you in lust and in love, not even realizing what he’s nodding to.

his hips started to buck up faster, his dick was absolutely drenched from you, easily slipping in and out of you.

keigo knew your pussy was used, but it felt like you were a virgin, tight, wet, warm, you had the most perfect cunt he has ever had.

“keep going, just like that, good boy,” you praise, moaning from how good his dick felt inside you, “i wanna cum on your face, maybe you should jerk yourself off while i do it?” it wasn’t even a question, it was a command.

he immediately nodded at you, “please cum on my face, i wanna taste you so bad, please!” he begs, forcing you off him, waiting for you to shimmy up to his face.

your thighs felt perfect around his face, soft, squishy, and thick. his tongue immediately attached to your clit, licking you all over as if you were the last meal on death row.

you looked behind you and saw his hand moving up and down on his shaft, smiling at how submissive he was to you.

you began grinding your face against his tongue, loving every second of it, he was probably the best pussy eater you’ve ever had, he felt so amazing, his tongue was perfect, he was perfect in general, almost perfect, you just hated that frat brother bullshit.

“you want me to cum in your mouth?” you ask him. “wanna taste me? you want me to cum on your tongue and have you swallow it?”

he nods eagerly, his nodding caused his tongue to go up and down on your pussy fast, making you gasp, your back bended and your hands met his thighs.

before you could even speak, your cum exited out of your body and all over him, making you scream and shake in pleasure, gripping your breasts and teasing your nipples, practically humping his face like a dog in heat.

you got off of him, smiling and straddling his waist, your pussy hovering over his cock, “wanna cum inside me? your cum can just drip out of me after we’re done and we go back to the party? you want that?”

before keigo could talk, you put his dick inside you and started bouncing on top of him, he felt like he was in heaven, gripping your ass and making you bounce and fuck him even harder.

you gripped his hair and made him sit up and look into your pretty e/c eyes, he stares at your fucked out face, red and teary eyed, or was that him? maybe it was both of you.

when keigo came, it was an orgasm he’s never had in his life, he came hard, and there was a lot, it not only leaked out of your cunt, but leaked down his cock, trailing down his balls and dripping onto the bed sheets.

after you both caught your breath, you got off of him, fixing your tank top, skirt, and shoes as if nothing happened, as if you don’t have his cum dripping down your thighs, as if he isn’t laying there ready to fall asleep.

you straighten yourself, letting your hair stay messy, you looked so hot when it was like that, and even keigo thought it too.

he just laid there in disbelief about everything that just happened, realizing how submissive he was for you, how he let a woman control him when it should be his thing.

before you could even close to door and leave him there, you looked over at him.

“i hope you realize that you’re my bitch now.” you taunt, shutting the door and leaving him naked on the bed with cum soaking his body, you walked away confidently from the room, your heels clicked on the hardwood floor and down the stairs.

you look to your left and see touya leaning on the side of the wall, walking over to him and putting your manicured hand on his chest.

“hey emo boy,” you coo at him, whispering in his ear, “you miss me?”

he smiles, “how’d he do?”

what keigo didn’t know was that either way, he didn’t ACTUALLY make a bet, well he did but only on keigos part.

touya just wanted the poor blonde to get some pussy really, and out of anyone’s it had to be yours, honestly he really needed to be shown that a real woman isn’t submissive and whatever, real woman is you, confident, cunning, sexy, perfect.

you and touya have been hooking up for months now, he was your favorite boy toy, the best one in your mind, of course now he had competition with blondie upstairs.

but what you liked now was that you had keigo, who was submissive and let you control him and whatever he did, and then you had touya who was controlling, rough, made you do or say whatever.

“anyways,” he says, pulling his wallet out of his pocket, handing you a $100, “thanks for your service.”

you smile and swipe the money from his hand, stuffing it in your bra.

you both went silent, he looked around the room and sighed, facing his turquoise eyes into your e/c ones.

“so,” he trails, “got any energy left for me?”

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BRO. NEW FAN!!! I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR GENE FICS!!!!!

So much, that I come requesting 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Bully!Gene(if you do that, if not then teenager Gene) x smart or very intelligent reader :)) can be romantic or platonic!!

𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: pdh gene x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: how ironic is it, when you have to run to someone you’re scared of for protection. maybe, though, you don’t need to be as scared as you are.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: hurt/comfort, slight angst, unsaid feelings from gene but could also be seen as platonic, “i bully her but only i can bully her” ahh trope, i had to give high school gene some masked redeeming qualities because i said so, gene still being gene in high school (so cussing and delinquent behavior, but not towards reader), he scares you a lil but doesn’t actually bully you

𝐂𝐖: reader is bullied by other students, mentions of violence

𝐀/𝐍: i took offff with this trope bro i lowkey wanna write a whole fic rather than a oneshot about this. i relate so much to the goody two shoes smarty pants reader because that’s still me out of high school tbh hahaha thank you for the prompt anon! (also, the scenario was inspired by a clip of a cdrama i saw one time)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

you’re not sure why it started. you’re not even sure when.

was it because you were friends with aphmau? or garroth? because you followed the rules and made good grades? or were you just an easy target?

at first, she had only sent glares your way, cerise hair framing that ugly grimace she’d reserved for you when no one was looking. sometimes she’d spit a snide comment or two, aiming to berate you and take you down from the core. but then it got worse. you were “bumped into”. then shoved outright. threatening notes were tucked in your locker when you weren’t looking.

she must have realized people would believe you if you told someone. you had a good standing, kept to yourself, didn’t go out of your way for attention. and she had a reputation to keep, too.

you were shocked, when one day she had stopped. she didn’t speak to you, didn’t hit you. hell, she didn’t even go near you. but it wasn’t because she was done with you, it was because it was going to get worse.

students you didn’t even know started approaching you, accusing you of things you’d never done, berating you, and if no one was looking…

you had wondered every possibility of why and when.

but now, you don’t think of any of that, as a group of boys chased you through the empty halls, spatting unrepeatable insults and threats of violence that you sure weren’t just empty promises. you could barely think—barely breathe and stay ahead—as you sprinted through the side of the school that somehow no teacher nor student could be seen to help.

you still kept your destination set on one spot, a place that would either save you or make your situation a thousand times worse. it was your only option, though, ironically as it was.

bursting through the doors of the school’s outdoor shed, you nearly collapsed in relief at the sight of him—your bleak sliver of hope for survival.

hooded eyes meet yours curiously from under thick lashes and messy black hair, before snapping to the group of boys racing in behind you like a pack of hyenas. his jaw snaps in place, nearly squishing the half burned cigarette that hung from his lips. he sits up from his spot on some stacked gym mats, his purposefully disheveled uniform even messier than usual. they freeze at the doorway, nearly tumbling over the other as their eyes widen at the sight.

“get the fuck out.” is all he has to say, lifting a scabbed-over hand to flick ash in their direction as they scramble back out of sight.

your relief is short lived, you realize, as you’re now left alone with him. you anxiously shy away from his dark blue gaze, your legs wobbling as they try to take you towards the door. you nearly jump out of your own skin when his tall build quickly intercepts your path, his arm lazily reaching out to shut the door and seclude the two of you inside.

“not you.”

you back up as he begins to pace toward you, every two steps you take one of his before you’re finally stopped by the shelf behind you. the scent of a musky cologne and cigarette smoke invades your senses as he also stops, face merely inches away from yours as he looks down at you.

“how did you know i was in here?”

you quickly turn to try and run around him, but his hand connects against the shelf to your right. as you flinch and try to turn the other way his other arm has already pinned you in, leaving you completely trapped.

“i’m sorry.” you finally muster, head ducked as you stare at the ground in front of you. “i didn’t know.”

“so you just happened to run into me here in a place no one has caught me in, yet, huh?” he tilts his head. “you thought it would be smart to run in a secluded area with no escape while a group of boys was after you, is that it?”

you stay silent, fighting away the tears of exhaustion and anxiety biting at your eyes. gene looks away from you towards the door again, plucking the cigarette from his lips and exhaling more smoke from his lungs.

his eyes flick back down to you, watching as your features flinch in displeasure and nausea as some of the smoke catches in your face. a second passes before he drops it to the concrete flooring, putting out the lit paper and nicotine under his shoe.

“you may be smarter than me when it comes to academics but i’m not falling for that. you think i haven’t noticed you watching me? somehow always “running into me” when you’re in trouble?”

the blood drains from your face as you realize you’ve been caught, your teary eyes dreadfully trained at the wall.

“it’s kind of rude to take advantage of me like that and not pay me back…” he trails, calculating eyes trained on every reaction and expression you give. “maybe i’ll make you join my group and do my dirty work for me.”

you curse internally at the tears that fall from your eyes, unable to contain themselves in your eyes as they spill over. an embarrassed moment passed before a busted up hand brushes against your cheek, catching the delicate and salty liquid on his fingers. you flinch, finally facing him as your reddened eyes meet his. his expression is unreadable, making a face you hadn’t seen on him before.

“nah. you wouldn’t be able to handle it.” he finally says, his voice nearly startling you.

a couple seconds more pass as he stares at your silent tears, eyebrows furrowing before he makes a noise somewhere between a scoff and a sigh. he straightens his posture, lifting his arms away and releasing you from his trap.

“they should be gone now.” he waves his hand, motioning towards the shed door for you to leave when you don’t move as if his intentions had been obvious in the first place.

“go.”

“what? you don’t want anything?” you ask, voice wobbling.

“i don’t care for ivy’s style. and people like you aren’t any fun to mess with, anyways...” he says, his eyes finally leaving yours for once as he stares off at the wall behind you, rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

you hesitate a second more, but you don’t have time to dissect his body language or choice of words, so you quickly head towards the door. you pause one last time before running out, turning to him again.

“thank you.”

and then you’re gone. gene groans, cursing under his breath and running his hand through his hair as he trails to the doorway to watch you disappear back into the school again. you weren’t sure how to feel when your aggressors stopped approaching you so much, their presence replaced by a distant glimpse you’d catch of messy black hair in your peripheral. sometimes you’d even notice sasha or zenix quietly trailing after you in the hall, but you knew better than to question it, gratefully keeping your head down.

#mystreet x reader #aphmau mystreet #x reader #mystreet #phoenix drop high #aphmau pdh #gene x reader #pdh gene x reader #mystreet gene x reader #mystreet gene #aphmau gene

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