#fried oc

Angelo huffed and grumbled as he picked at the bologna and cheese sandwich his mom hastily packed for him that day. He sat alone at the end of one of the long tables situated towards the back of the cafeteria. He glanced at groups seated at the other tables - jocks chortling and banging their fists on the table as one of them chugged a gallon of milk. The preppy girls whispering hot gossip and giggling at any cute boys that passed by. Even the alleged “loner goths” all banded together. The young man felt resigned to his current position - knowing full well that nobody in the school wanted to be within six feet of the so-called “incel”...

…or so he thought. 

Angelo blinked when he heard the sound of a tray sliding onto the table, his gaze wandering up as his breath hitched. A tan, beautiful girl with brown, puffy curls gave him a warm smile as she sat across from him. 

“‘Sup,” she said with a nod as she shifted in her seat. Angelo gulped, his cheeks growing a rosy-red shade as he gave a quick nod in return. 

“H-Hey,” he replied, his heart hammering against his sternum. “Holy shit! She’s so cute! Okay, be cool, don’t fuck this up,” Angelo thought as his brows knit together in concentration. He cleared his throat while she took a bite of her pizza slice. “It’s, uh, Julie, right?” he asked while shooting her a finger-gun, internally cursing himself when his voice cracked. She returned his smile as she swallowed her food. 

“That’s right! I’ve seen you around during gym,” Julie said and held out her hand. Angelo’s throat grew tight as he simply stared at her outstretched palm. Holy fuck, he was going to touch a girl! A real (non-anime) girl! 

“Um, yeah…gym,” he mumbled and wrapped his hand around hers. A shiver ran up his spine at the skin-to-skin contact, his chest growing warm at the feeling of her fingers and palm rubbing against his. He slowly slid his hand back into his lap before fiddling with his sandwich with the other. 

“I noticed you’re always on your iPod during class,” she commented. Angelo furrowed his brows as his eye twitched. 

“I-I’m just getting my playlist ready for when I bench,” he muttered and took a big bite of his sandwich. She raised a brow as he chewed. 

“Yeah? How much do you bench?” Julie asked curiously as she leaned her hand on her cheek. Angelo’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, a mix of embarrassment and frustration swelling in the pit of his stomach. 

“M-More than you, probably,” he spoke with an undignified huff. Julie’s brows shot up while she sipped on her milk. 

“Really? What makes you say that?” she asked. Angelo scoffed and tilted his head up. 

“‘Cause you’re a girl, obviously,” he spat out. 

The air in the room shifted immediately as Angelo’s eyes grew wide. Julie gave him a tight smile as she gently set her milk carton down. 

“Why don’t you come with me? I want to show you something,” she said as she rose to her feet. Angelo tensed as he desperately looked anywhere but her. 

“Oh, right now? I, uh, got a thing,” he said and pointed his thumb at a trashcan nearby. His entire face was colored beet red as he shoved his hand back into his lap. Julie crossed her arms. 

“C’mon, it’ll be real quick,” she reassured him. Angelo looked her up and down, his eyes scanning her face. She didn’t seem mad, in fact she was still wearing that same smirk she gave him when she first said ‘hello’. 

“R-Right, okay,” he said, the chair scraping against the floor as he rose to his feet. His body felt tight as he shuffled in front of her, his heart hammering in his ears. A maelstrom of anxiety and excitement tore through him like a whirlwind, sweat starting to bead on his zit-covered forehead. Just as Angelo reached the wall, he turned to see a furious look in Julie’s eyes. His jaw dropped when he abruptly found himself dangling in the air, her calloused hands pushing him against the wall as she narrowed her eyes. Julie’s nostrils flared as she smirked, Angelo’s heart racing as he locked eyes with her. 

“Wanna run that comment by me again?” she snarled and curled her fists against his white, graphic t-shirt. He violently shook his head, a familiar tightness suddenly starting to grow beneath his boxers. 

“N-No! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Honest!” he squeaked out and held his trembling hands up. He grunted when Julie slowly lowered him back onto the floor, his breathing ragged as he wheezed. She crossed her toned arms and stood up straight. 

“That’s what I thought,” she huffed and spun around, her nose raised in the air. Angelo’s eyes landed on her ass as she sashayed back to the table. 

“Wow,” he thought as he gripped his chest. His heart sank as she grabbed her tray and began to walk away, though something began to stir deep inside of his chest.

Something warm and unfamiliar. 

Could it be - Angelo Dalton finally had a crush? 

One Year Later…

“C’mon, I’m so close!” Angelo grunted as he leaned towards the TV. Julie snickered as she turned her hands over the Wii remote. Angelo gasped when his side of the screen was splattered with black ink. “Cheater!” he whined while Julie laughed. 

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game,” she shrugged and playfully flicked his shoulder. Angelo pouted and grumbled as he adjusted himself on Julie’s bed. Empty cans of soda and bags of chips lay across the floor as they continued to play Mario Kart. 

“How are you in 1st place?!” he suddenly gasped. Julie giggled as he wore a prideful smirk. 

“‘Cause I’m that good,” she hummed and flipped her thick, puffy hair. Angelo slumped in defeat as he crossed in last place, a prominent frown etched into his features as he flopped back onto her mattress. 

“This game cheats,” he groaned while Julie laughed. 

“Wanna go again?” she asked before cracking open another can of soda. He sighed and shook his head as she took a few sips of her drink. 

“Nah,” he grunted as he sat up, his legs still in a criss-cross position while he leaned forward. The scores glared at him as he rested his elbows on his knees, his brows furrowed in concentration. 

“Whatcha thinking about, ‘lo?” Julie asked while turning off the TV. Angelo picked at one of the loose threads of his baggy shorts as he pursed his lips. 

“Nothin’,” he replied with a faint blush. She snickered and set her drink on her nightstand. 

“Liar,” Julie smirked and rested her hands on the sides of her face. Angelo blushed when she leaned closer, the spark of curiosity not leaving her eyes. He sighed, his shoulders slumping as he bit the inside of his cheek. 

“Alright…promise you won’t laugh?” he murmured. Julie nodded, her thick curls bouncing as she did so. 

“I promise,” she said. Angelo took a deep breath. 

“R-Remember when we met for the first time? When you, uh, slammed me against the wall?” he squeaked. Julie’s brows shot up before she barked out a loud, unabashed laugh. 

“Hell yeah, I remember!” she chuckled and tucked some hair behind her ear. Angelo gulped and shifted in place, his body feeling hotter by the second. “What about it?” Julie continued, her face dangerously close to his own. Angelo’s breath hitched as his lips tightened into a straight line. 

“U-Uh, well, it’s just that, um-” he paused and gripped the comforter, his knuckles growing pale. Julie tilted her head, patiently waiting for him to continue. Angelo took a deep breath. “It was…really hot,” he mumbled the last part as he quickly averted her gaze. Julie hummed and pursed her lips. 

“Sorry, could you repeat that?” she asked, scooting even closer to him. Angelo flinched, his mouth suddenly feeling completely dry as he let out a squeak. 

“It was really hot!” he shouted before clasping his hands over his mouth. Julie snorted before chuckling with a shit-eating grin. 

“I’m just messing with you. I heard you the first time,” she laughed. Angelo’s face turned beet red as his jaw dropped. 

“N-Not cool, Jules!” he groaned, tempted to dive beneath her comforter and hide there for the rest of the night. Julie giggled and slapped her thigh, Angelo’s eyes lingering on her lap before they shot back up to her face. 

“So, you thought it was hot, huh?” she asked as she wiped tears of mirth from her eyes. Angelo’s throat grew tight as he bit his lip. 

“Y-Yeah,” he confessed with a shaky voice. Her smirk remained as he leaned even closer, her warm breath tickling the shell of his ear. 

“What if we reenacted that little moment?” she purred, lips dancing over his skin. He yelped and squirmed in place. 

“J-Julie!” he whined and covered his ear. She giggled, her breasts pushing together as she shifted her arms. Angelo’s eyes widened as he audibly gulped. “You…you really want to reenact it, huh?” he breathed in awe. Julie nodded as she bit her lip, her hands falling over Angelo’s shoulders. 

“Only if you’re comfortable with it,” she replied in a husky murmur. Angelo shivered as he felt a bolt of pleasure shoot through his lithe body. He swallowed and parted his lips. 

“Y-Yes,” he shivered. Julie tilted her head, a mischievous glint sparkling in her eyes. 

“Yes, what?” she purred, her hands sliding down to rest on his chest. His heart beat wildly beneath her palm as he breathed heavily. 

“Yes…ma’am?” his voice squeaked on the ‘ma’am’. In a flash, Julie hoisted Angelo up and pinned him against her wall. Both of their breaths mingled as Angelo slumped against the smooth surface, his knees nearly knocking together while a prominent blush dusted his cheeks. “Oh my-” he breathed, his body trembling with how close they were to each other. Julie chuckled and brushed some of his neon green hair from his face. 

“You like it when I’m rough with ya, huh ‘lo?” she asked, her muscular arms caging him in. He straightened up against the wall, his cock twitching beneath his shorts as he sucked in a sharp breath. Angelo panted as he pulled his shirt down, hoping his boner wasn’t too prominent. 

“I…well-” he stammered, his hands shaking at his sides as his thoughts narrowed down to how badly his dick was aching. Julie followed his line of sight, her eyes growing wide. 

“Oh…” she said. Angelo flinched and braced himself, waiting for his friend to scoff and call him a ‘disgusting pervert’-

-but it never came. 

His eyes shot open as he felt her palm his semi-hard cock through his clothes. 

“Wh-Whuh?!?” he gawked. Angelo gasped when her lips met his in a slow, tender kiss, the feeling of pleasure growing with every rub of her nimble hand. He froze, unsure of what to do or say, his hands flailing before he rested them over her waist. She was so warm, the taste of her honey and vanilla chapstick lingering on his lips as a smile grew over his features. He sighed, his lips still puckering even when Julie pulled away. 

“God, I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” she panted heavily. Before he could ask any questions, her lips were on his once more. The two of them moaned softly as she tilted her head, her hand still working his aching cock while their mouths collided in a heated embrace. Angelo practically squealed as he parted his lips and flicked his tongue out. He felt Julie smile against him before she opened her mouth, their tongues wetly sliding against one another as she moaned. 

Oh, God - that sound instantly made his dick even more hard. 

Angelo whimpered as they continued to kiss, their tongues tangling and dancing around each other as she kept him pinned against the wall. 

“A-Ah,” he mewled as she suddenly pulled her hand away. A string of spit connected their lips before Julie moved her head back. Their chests rubbed against one another as they breathed, their eyes locked in a heated gaze. Angelo was the one this time to dive his head down, capturing Julie’s lips in a hungry kiss. She tugged on his t-shirt, taking a few steps back before spinning him around. Angelo opened his eyes when he suddenly found himself on his back, the mattress bouncing beneath him as Julie climbed on top. 

“Just tell me if you need me to stop,” she murmured before kissing along his sharp jawline. He slid his hands up, cupping her breasts through her sports top. He smiled as she moaned and arched into his hands. 

“Please, don’t,” he said and gave her tits a supple squeeze. Julie groaned before latching her lips onto Angelo’s neck, her body now flush against his. He sighed as he felt her toned abs rub against his flat stomach, her thick, muscular thighs slotted on either side of his hips. “I-I want you, Jules,” Angelo keened, a small gasp leaving him as she swiped her clothed heat over his painfully hard dick. He shuddered and gripped her hips as she began to grind against him, her lips still puckering over his pulse. 

“Mmm, I want you, too, ‘lo,” she murmured, a soft whine of pleasure falling from her lips as he pressed his thumbs over where her nipples were. He grunted when she suddenly pulled away, only to feel his mouth instantly water as she pulled her sports shirt up. Her breasts bounced as his hands fell to her hips, his needy cock still wedged against her clothed sex. 

“Wow,” he said with a lustful, reverent gaze. Julie tossed the clothing aside, her nipples growing hard at the cold AC blowing through the room. 

“Like what you see?” she giggled and took his hands into her own. Angelo felt his jaw go slack as she slid his fingertips over the curves of her tits, Julie moaning as he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her hardened buds. 

“You-You’re so beautiful,” he sighed and swiped his tongue over his lips. All thoughts of his stiff length dissipated as he began to circled his digits over Julie’s soft areola. He gave her a quick glance before raising his head and puckering his lips around one of her nipples. 

“Ah! Angelo!” she moaned as he sucked on her bud. He flicked his tongue over it before taking her nipple between his teeth, squeezing it softly. Julie keened as he tenderly massaged her other breast while he swirled his hot, wet muscle over her bead. His nostrils flared as he breathed, soaking in how warm and sweet she tasted. Angelo pinched his finger and thumb against her other nipple, squeezing it while hungrily licking over her tan areola. “Mmm, fuck,” she whined, her fingers weaving through his messy, green hair. Angelo finally pulled back for air, his tongue slightly lolling out as his pupils began to blow wide. 

“Jules, I-I wanna taste you,” he panted and wiped his thumb over his glossy, lower lip. Julie gave him a tender smile before biting her lip. He watched with baited breath as she shuffled back and tugged on the band of her shorts and panties. Angelo’s mouth watered, his breath hitching when he saw her raw, unclothed cunt. A faint blush could still be seen on Julie’s tan cheeks before she swung her ass around. Angelo paused, her slick cunt hovering over his face. His fingers dug into her comforter as he felt her pull his shorts and boxers down his lean thighs, his cock springing free and slapping against her chin. 

“You ready?” Julie asked as she waved her hips, her folds just barely caressing over his lips. Angelo gulped and rested his hands over her thighs. 

“Y-Yeah,” he breathed. His hips instantly shot forward the second her mouth wrapped around the flush tip of his cock. Angelo’s moans were muffled as Julie lowered her cunt onto his mouth, the sweet, heady taste of her slick washing over his tongue as he licked a bold stripe along her slit. His nails sank into her muscular legs as she swirled her tongue around his tip, a soft moan rising from Julie’s throat as his nose rubbed against her clit. Angelo’s brows furrowed before he made the movement again, feeling the nub against the tip of his nose. 

“Holy shit, it’s real,” he thought. The most ‘sex education’ he got was a single day in health class and more…titillating source material (i.e. porn). The fact that he knew that the clitoris was real changed everything. Angelo closed his eyes and pushed even further into Julie’s pussy, his tongue eagerly lapping up her divine nectar while he felt her start to bob her head up and down the top part of his cock. 

“Fuck,” Angelo groaned, his hips bucking up as he felt Julie hollow her cheeks, his dick gliding against the inside of her mouth as he painted bold, wet stripes between her labia. “She tastes so good,” he thought, his mouth craving more of her tangy juices. His nose scrunched up as she slowly bobbed her head up and down and stroked the base of his cock with one of her free hands. 

It was all just so surreal to him: one minute, they’re playing Mario Kart. The next…he’s eating her out like a man starved. 

“Mmm,” she moaned around his length, sending a bolt of pleasure straight down to his sex. He could practically feel himself bubbling and leaking with precum, hoping that Julie didn’t mind the taste of him coating her tongue. Then again, the thought made him shiver with delight, imagining his hot load shooting down her tight throat. Her moans vibrated over his cock, making his breath stutter as his face twisted with pleasure. 

“S-Shit Jules. Slow down, g-gonna cum,” he gasped as her perfectly soft, warm mouth continued to glide over his dick. He sighed with relief when she slowed her movements, her hips gently swaying side to side and smearing a lewd combination of spit and slick against his lower face. Angelo continued to flick and swipe his tongue across her slit, careful to not let his braces accidentally scrape her. He slipped his hands from her thighs to her dripping core, using his thumbs to gently spread her lower lips. He sighed deeply before stroking his tongue along her sex, drinking in every drop of her slick as he moved his head back and forth. 

Slowly, Julie began to sink her mouth down on his dick, her lips tightening in a vice grip as she bobbed her head. 

“God, Jules,” he keened, his hips thrusting up as he felt his cock dip towards the back of her throat. The sounds of wet slurping could be heard on both ends, Angelo greedily stroking his tongue over Julie’s weeping sex while she tenderly sucked his cock. He moaned as her thighs squeezed around his head, the feeling of her taut muscles caressing the sides of his face making him wonder just how strong she really was. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt his cock twitch inside of her mouth, his balls starting to grow tight as he flicked and circled his muscle around her puffy clit. 

“Mmm, c-cum in my mouth, Jules. Please, I need to taste you,” his whines muffled against her mound as he pumped his hips upward. He felt the knot deep in his stomach wind tighter and tighter, his hands bracing against her legs as her throat felt hotter and deeper with every bob of her head. With a few more strokes of her lips wrapped around his length, Angelo gasped as his hips shot forward. 

“F-Fuck!” he cried out as his eyes squeezed shut, his cock shooting thick, hot ropes of his cum into her mouth. Julie moaned around his length, eagerly swallowing every drop of his load while her legs trembled around his head. Angelo panted, his tongue hanging out as her pussy pulsed against his mouth. The room was filled with their combined expressions of release - Angelo’s high-pitched whines and Julie’s loud groans. He stuffed his tongue into her sex as he caught his breath, his body trembling with bliss as he gulped down her sweet nectar. 

Angelo panted heavily, his head still spinning with euphoria before Julie slowly raised her hips off of his face. His cheeks were flush with red, pupils blown wide and tongue still lolling out as he caught his breath. 

“H-Holy shit,” he murmured as Julie let his cock slip from her lips. He flinched when she laid a kiss to his tip, licking a stray bead of cum from his slit before turning her head. 

“My thoughts exactly,” Julie giggled and wiggled her hips, her asscheeks jiggling in Angelo’s face. He wanted so badly to bite them, leave some marks on the flesh of her scrumptious bum. Instead, he slid his hand up and gave it a hard smack. Julie squealed and gasped, her brows shooting up. “Bold move, Dalton,” she snickered and suddenly turned around, her hands pinning his arms above his head. Angelo’s breath hitched as he gazed into her eyes, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. 

“S-So now what?” he asked. Julie tilted her head before lowering her sex over Angelo’s flaccid cock, his body jolting at the feeling of her wet snatch caressing his length. 

“Now, I’m gonna get you hard again,” she purred into his ear as she slowly began to rock her hips back and forth. Angelo’s hands fell onto her waist, his eyes wide and burning with lust as he felt the delicious drag of her cunt. “And I’m gonna ride you, Angelo Dalton,” Julie chuckled and nipped at his jaw. He could’ve turned to a puddle at Julie’s words, all said in that husky, sexy voice of hers. 

“Fuck me,” he groaned as her pussy continued to glide over his dick. 

“That’s what I plan to do,” she giggled. Angelo rolled his eyes. 

“S-Smart ass,” he grunted, though he couldn’t hide the smirk that crept over his features. 

“You know you like it,” she snorted before diving down for a kiss. Angelo could never get used to her warm, soft mouth caressing his, feeling drunk all over again just from her lips embracing his own. He moaned into her mouth, his cock starting to twitch again as he felt her folds slide over the sides of his girth. He slid his hands further down her body, tracing his fingertips over her lower back before resting them against the curve of her behind. Julie squealed again as he squeezed and kneaded the flesh of her ass in his palms, making biscuits with her supple cheeks as she continued to tease his dick. 

“Mmm, oh Julie,” he sighed, feeling his blood rush to his swelling cock and heart pound against his ribcage. He felt her smile against his lips, the slick sounds of their sexes rubbing filling the room as she panted. 

“I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” she keened. Angelo’s nails sank into her supple cheeks as he moaned. 

“God, I need you so bad. Please, Jules, I need you,” he begged beneath her. Julie cooed, her muscular arms flexing besides his head as her brows furrowed. 

“Are you sure, ‘lo? You’re not even fully hard yet,” she said. Angelo swiftly captured her lips in a hungry kiss before pulling back, his cock aching for the snug grip of her pussy. 

“I don’t care if my cock breaks in half- I. Need. You,” he enunciated by pressing his dick against her lower lips. Julie moaned, her fists curling against her sheets as she inhaled through her nose. 

“Okay,” she smiled and pecked his lips. Angelo shared her smile, his hands still caressing her ass as she shifted her hips. One of her hands snaked between their bodies, propping his cock up while Angelo held his breath. A sharp moan fell from his lips as she smeared his tip against her hole, his jaw going slack the moment he breached her tight entrance. 

“S-Shit, Jules!” he gasped, his body going taut as he felt her warm, gummy walls embrace his cock. 

“God, you feel amazing, Angelo,” she praised as she slowly sank down, inch by inch. Both of them let out a guttural groan when she fully sat on his cock with a slick squelch. Angelo swore he was fully hard, even though Julie hadn’t even begun to move yet. She panted heavily above him, their hot breaths mingling before she raised her hips. His cock remained half-way lodged in her tight cunt before she dipped her hips back down. 

“J-Julie,” he moaned, his cock twitching as pleasure shot through his quaking body. Her thighs squeezed his hips as she raised and lowered herself - slowly, steadily. Angelo’s head spun with a dizzying bliss, her walls gripping his flush, aching length and caressing every last inch.

“Oh fuck, Angelo,” Julie keened, her breasts bouncing and ass jiggling against his hips as she rode his cock. Her next words made all breath feel as if it were sucked out of his lungs: 

“I can feel you hitting my cervix” 

His hands fell onto the flesh of her hips, his now stiff cock suddenly started to pound into her wet snatch. “A-Ah!” Julie cried out with pleasure, her toned, muscular body flexing as she arched her back. 

“Oh my God, your pussy f-feels so good,” Angelo groaned, his breath coming out in short, heavy pants as he felt her slick walls glide over his veiny shaft. Julie’s hands curled against the bedsheets as the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin filled their ears. Their hips crashed against one another, the heady scent of sex made Angelo’s pupils widen even more as he gripped onto her body for dear life. 

“Shit, Angie,” Julie breathed, his cock reaching impossibly deeper inside her stretched out cunt. Every nerve ending in Angelo’s body was alight with pleasure, his chest heaving as he felt his balls grow tight and clench against his body. 

“G-Gonna cum! Where-” his breath caught in his throat when she slammed her hips down. A strangled moan left his parted lips as his eyes rolled back, his cock throbbing incessantly as he pumped his hot seed deep into her warm pussy. 

“A-Angelo!” she cried, her walls fluttering around his shaft as she arched her back. Angelo could drink in the feeling of her cunt pulsing around his dick as the two of them came together. Both of them shuddered with bliss, Angelo taking a moment before he slowly blinked his eyes open. 

“I love you,” he blurted out, free of any inhibitions now that his mind was swimming with euphoria. Julie gasped softly, a pang of insecurity rushing through Angelo as a lump swelled in his throat. But then…it grew silent the moment her lips met his once more. He smiled, savoring the feeling of her soft mouth caressing his. Julie pulled back for air, her lips parted as she lovingly gazed into his eyes. 

“I love you, too, Angelo Dalton,” she murmured. 

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