#friedtt

“Okay, you can do this. Just a bunch of fellow students hanging out,” Angelo muttered to himself. He lived on the opposite side of town from you and T-Bone, opting to take the bus to the party. His knee incessantly bounced as he gripped his pale hands together. He knew the kind of man T-Bone was: the kind who likes to flaunt his good looks and parent’s wealth any chance he gets. 

Angelo clenched his jaw as he thought of you sitting on T-Bone’s lap, the two of you passing a joint between each other in an indirect kiss. He snarled and gripped his ripped jeans while thinking of you in more intimate positions with T-Bone. The man nearly missed his stop, the summer night air welcoming him before he laid eyes on a large house. No…it was a fucking mansion. And it wasn’t just a few friends like you said, a gaggle of people flocking around the front lawn and stuffing the massive home to the brim. 

“Jesus Christ,” he gasped and nearly stumbled back. He was way out of his league here. Maybe he could sneak back onto the bus and-

“Angelo!” your voice called through the low thumping of the bass. Angelo whipped his head up to see you rushing towards him. Oh my God, you looked so perfect with your hair sculpted around your face and a tank top that perfectly accentuated your curves. He gulped and gave a small wave. 

“H-Hey,” he smiled, his braces reflecting the ever changing lights channeling from the living room window. You giggled and wrapped your arms around him, his body tensing at the contact. 

“I’m so glad you made it!” you smiled. God, he could melt from the way you were looking at him. 

“Y-Yeah, me too,” he stammered and patted your upper back. He took the chance to inhale deeply, taking in the scent of your perfume. You pulled back and held his hands in your own, tugging him closer to the mansion. 

“C’mon, we’re just about to play a game,” you winked. His face heated up as his cheeks turned a shade of rosy red. 

“Great,” he uttered as you pulled him into the crowd. Angelo felt like he was swimming in bliss as you held his hand. The people squeezing together didn’t bother him as he sighed happily, trailing behind you like a lost puppy. You weaved your way through the kitchen before entering the sun room. A thick cloud of pungent smoke wafted through the air as Angelo’s gaze fell on a group of people sitting in a circle. 

“Hey everyone! This is Angelo,” you said in a cheery voice. Angelo gazed at the front of the circle, meeting T-Bone’s gaze. The bulky man flashed a smile which made Angelo internally cringe. 

“Hey, man,” T-Bone said with a quick nod. Angelo felt tethered to you, your hand still wrapped in his. T-Bone’s eyes shifted to your hands, causing the scrawnier man to flinch. “We’re about to play truth or dare. You want in?” he asked before taking a long drag on his joint. Angelo wrinkled his nose as T-Bone blew into the already thick cloud of smoke. 

“Truth or dare? Isn’t that for, y’know, babies?” he said while snorting out a laugh. You giggled while everyone stared and ogled at him, making him shrink under their gaze as his smile fell. 

“Not how we play it,” a blonde girl nearby piped up while everybody snickered. Angelo gulped as you led him to sit down in an empty spot. His heart sank as you sashayed over to T-Bone, taking a nice seat in his lap. His eye twitched as he watched you gently grind your ass against T-Bone’s crotch while you situated yourself. 

“Alright, everybody knows the rules,” T-Bone’s deep, smooth voice echoed inside the room as he twirled the joint in his hand. Angelo felt his heart beating in his ears as he watched you wrap your arms around T-Bone’s thick neck. The larger man’s voice dissipated as Angelo imagined you in his lap instead. How you would laugh at his jokes, how your hands would lay on his chest while the two of you kissed. His breathing began to grow heavy, his dick twitching between his legs. 

“Don’t get hard just from imagining a girl kissing you, idiot,” he thought to himself. 

“Alright, so…who wants to go first?” T-Bone’s voice came back into focus. Angelo blinked as he shifted on the floor. 

“I’ll go,” the blonde girl said and raised her hand. T-Bone’s eyes lit up before he took another drag. 

“Alright, Tiffany. Shoot,” he said. The girl licked her lips while others whispered and snickered. 

“T-Bone, truth or dare,” she said and wiggled her shoulders. T-Bone stroked his chin while you remained seated on your throne. 

“Dare,” he smirked. 

“I dare you to jump into the pool,” she replied. “Naked,” Tiffany added. A collective ‘ooooo’ rolled through the room while fear gripped Angelo. Oh God. He DIDN'T want to imagine you seeing T-Bone au natural. You gasped and giggled while T-Bone raised one of his thick, dark brows. 

“Alright,” he simply shrugged and snuffed out his joint in an ashtray nearby. Angelo watched to his dismay as T-Bone pinched your bottom while you squealed. “Not my first rodeo,” T-Bone smirked before raising his shirt above his head. A group of girls gasped and pushed each other as he tossed it towards them. Angelo seethed as he looked at T-Bone’s rippling abs, his muscular form flexing as he strolled through the crowd. 

“Be back in a few,” he called back to you with a wink. Angelo scoffed while all the girls in the room were left in a tizzy. 

“Okay,” your voice cut through the room as you clapped your hands. Angelo’s head snapped up as you gave a cheeky grin. “Who’s next?” you smiled and tapped your fingers together. Even though you sat across from him, you seemed so far away. 

“They’re all looking at you, just waiting for you to mess up,” a voice inside his head hissed. He gripped his jeans, his nails scraping against the fabric as he clenched his jaw. “Everybody here knows what a loser you are,” the voice said. 

“Shut up,” he thought as he squeezed his eyes shut. “You don’t have any friends, all you have is your mom. Why don’t you run back to her? Run back to your fucking mommy you pathetic, useless-” 

“Angelo,” your voice called to him through the maelstrom of his inner thoughts. He blinked his eyes open, everyone staring at him again. You gave him a gentle smile. “It’s your turn, truth or dare,” you said in your soothing voice. Angelo’s eyes lit up. This was it - you could ask him anything…ask him to do anything. 

“I-uh-” he gulped. He took a deep breath, the smell of booze and weed filling his nostrils. “Dare,” Angelo managed to squeak out. You grinned and adjusted the straps of your tank top. 

“I dare you…to play seven minutes in heaven with me,” you said. His heart nearly stopped in his chest as his jaw dropped. A few people gasped and whispered as you made your way across the circle. His eyes lit up as you took his hands into yours. 

Holy shit…Holy SHIT!!!

“This is really happening!” he squealed inside as you led him to an empty room. His breathing stuttered as you locked the door behind you, his heart thrumming in his chest. Angelo quickly ran a hand through his neon-green hair as he swiped his tongue over his braces. 

“So…here we are,” he said and leaned against the wall. At least, he would’ve if a wall was there. He stumbled and nearly fell on his face, causing you to gasp. 

“Oh goodness! Are you okay?” you asked as he composed himself. Angelo cleared his throat as you laid a hand on his arm. 

“Uh, yeah…I’m fine,” he murmured, his nervous gaze shifting down to his feet. A heavy silence remained between the two of you. His heart fluttered as you stepped closer. 

“So, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about,” you began. Angelo smiled as his eyes lit up. 

“O-Okay,” he said with a nod. His breath hitched as you stepped even closer, your breasts nearly caressing his chest while you swallowed thickly. 

“I know what you did in my bathroom,” you whispered. Angelo nearly stumbled back as his knees grew weak. 

“I-uh-well-” he stammered, his brain short-circuiting. His entire body felt like it was enveloped in flames as he repeated the same phrase over and over. 

“It’s okay, Angelo. I’m flattered, really,” you said and gently rubbed his arms. Angelo’s eyes widened. 

“You’re not, like, disgusted or anything are you?” he asked. You blinked and giggled, shaking your head. 

“No…you’re not the only one who pleasures themselves,” you said with a wink. Angelo let out a small squeak, his mind flashed with a lewd image of you riding a dildo, covering it with your warm, sweet juices. 

“A-Aha, right,” he said with a nervous laugh. The sounds of the thumping bass and people chattering was muffled by the thick, oak door. You smiled and led him to the bed, your hand clasped in his once more. 

“Listen, I know what people say about T-Bone and I. That we’re an ‘item’,” you said and held up your fingers to make quotations. Angelo tilted his head and rubbed the back of his neck. “But let’s face it: I’m just the girl who caught his attention for the time being,” you sighed with a shrug. He blushed as you eyed him up and down, your hand sliding over his thigh. “I’d like a man with a bit more…passion,” you purred lowly. His breath hitched as you played with one of the loops of his jeans. 

“Yeah, I’m, like, super passionate,” he said with another nervous laugh. You giggled and bit your lip. 

“I know, and because you are, I want to give you a little reward,” you murmured. He gasped as you pecked his cheek, your hands making quick work of unzipping his pants. 

“Oh fuck yes, (Y/N),” he groaned as you traced kissed over his jaw. 

“Is it okay if I touch you like this?” you asked as you palmed his half-hard cock hidden beneath his boxers. He gulped and nodded. 

“Y-Yes,” he whined, a part of him wishing he sounded sexier and the other part too enthralled by you to care. You smiled, your lips grazing over his as your hand dipped below his underwear. His moan was swallowed as you finally kissed him, your mouths wrapped in a heated dance as you slowly began to stroke his shaft. 

“A-Ahhh, mmm,” he keened and bucked his hips into your fist, his tongue messily lashing out past your lips. You moaned and used your other hand to run your fingers through his thick, neon green hair. 

“Have you been a good boy, Angelo?” you murmured, your hot breath fanning over his now glossy lips. He mewled as you tightened your grip around his cock. 

“Yes ma’am,” Angelo moaned as he felt himself grow painfully hard in your palm. You smiled and pecked his lips, his braces prodding your mouth as you tilted your head. Angelo’s eyes rolled back as you smeared his precum over his flushed tip. He wanted you so badly - to feel your warm, plush walls wrapped around his hard length. He wanted to ask you if that was alright, if he could fuck you into the mattress and spank you and-

“A-ah! Oh fuck, Oh God,” he panted as he dug his nails into the comforter. “Shit, not yet!” he thought as his balls began to grow tight. He pushed himself off the bed, nearly falling flat on his face. Angelo blinked a few times, his head spinning before he turned. 

“Shit, I’m sorry (Y/N). I just…” he scrambled to his feet as he panted, his cock aching and throbbing between his legs. You gave him a sympathetic smile as he swallowed. “I want to do it with you,” Angelo muttered and curled his hands into fists at his sides. You grinned softly and nodded. Before he knew it, you rose to your feet and began to unzip the Jean shorts you wore. 

He felt his mouth water when you let the garment and panties fall to the floor, your exposed pussy causing his mind to reel. You smiled as you laid on the bed, your legs spread while you made a ‘come here’ motion with your finger. 

“Do I need to, uh, use a condom?” he cringed at the sentence that just fell from his mouth. You chuckled and plucked a square packet from your shorts. 

“If you want to,” you winked and tossed the packet towards him. Angelo fumbled and nearly dropped it, his hands shaking as he held it tightly. 

“T-Thanks,” he gulped and messily undid the wrapper. His hands continued to tremble as his heart pounded wildly. He parted his lips as he clumsily rolled the condom over his stiff cock. You patiently waited on the bed, your upper half propped up with your forearms as you gave him a gentle smile. 

God, he didn’t deserve this, deserve you. But you’re so kind and sweet…he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t head over heels for you. 

“Just take it slow, okay? I’ll be here to guide you through it,” you cooed as he gripped your hips. His jeans were down to his ankles at this point, his hairy legs brushing against the blanket as he positioned himself. 

“Uh…” Angelo said as he tried to find your entrance. He rubbed his cock along your folds, a soft gasp leaving you as his tip touched your clit. 

“Here, let me help,” you cooed. His heart thrummed as you gently took his hand and guided him lower. Angelo blushed and nearly came as soon as he felt your entrance kiss his weeping cockhead. 

“Oh shit,” he breathed, his hands resting on either side of your head as he swallowed thickly. With a shaky breath, he slowly began to push into your slick canal. Your combined moans filled the room as he sank into your cunt, his eyes rolling back as he felt your walls surround his length. 

“You’re doing great,” you reassured him as you laced your fingers with his. Angelo grunted as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth. You looked just like an angel, your hair fanning around your head as your breasts jiggled each time he brought his hips back down. 

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he gasped as he squeezed your hands. You were so tight and warm, just like how he imagined you. 

“Oh, Angelo,” you moaned as he began to fervently thrust into you. He could feel his orgasm begin to build already, his balls slapping against your ass as he gritted his teeth. Angelo gazed into your eyes as he panted heavily, sweat heading over his forehead. 

“(Y/N), oh my God,” he breathed before suddenly stilling his hips. He threw his head back and moaned your name as his cum flooded the condom tightly wrapped around his cock. “Shit, y-yes,” he shuddered and squeezed your hands. You moaned beneath him as his hips gave a few sloppy thrusts, his body overwhelmed with a sense of ecstasy. 

Angelo caught his breath as he trembled, trying to string together a sentence to say to you. 

“You…come…yet?” he said between sharp, punctuated breaths. You bit your lip and shook your head. 

Damnit, he should’ve known he came way too early. 

“What-what do I do now?” he asked with a quivering voice. You offered him a gentle smile as you took one of his hands and guided it between your legs. 

“Well, we can wait for you to get hard again…or-“ you dragged his knuckles over your folds, your wetness making him shiver. “You could finger me,” you said with a grin. Angelo gulped, his head still dizzy from his orgasm as he steadied himself against you. 

“I don’t wanna pull out,” he confessed with a small pout. You cooed and rubbed his arm. 

“You can play with my clit then,” you reassured him. His eyes widened. 

“You mean the clit is a real thing???” he gawked. He’s only ever heard of it like a fable whispered amongst other young men. Your eyes widened before you giggled. 

“Has anyone told you how adorable you are?” you cooed. Angelo huffed and grumbled. 

“I’m not adorable,” he frowned. You smiled and squeezed his hand before letting it linger over your mound. 

“Alright, not adorable. Now…just move your finger over my clit like this,” you said and unfolded his index finger. Angelo felt his fingertip glide over a small nub in between your folds. He watched as you sighed and moaned while you moved his finger in sloppy circles. 

“Like this?” Angelo asked as he began to move his finger on his own. He rubbed your clit slowly, just like you showed him. You nodded and clenched his other hand as he drew messy circles around your sensitive pearl. 

“Just like that,” you breathed, your walls pulsing around his cock. Angelo gulped as he continued to trace around your bundle of nerves. “Mmm, oh Angelo,” you keened and arched into his touch. 

“(Y/N),” he breathed in awe while leaning closer. His braces nearly smashed into your teeth as he dove his head down and captured your lips in an eager kiss. You sighed and gripped his arm as he hungrily devoured your mouth in a passionate embrace. His cock twitched deep inside of you as you moaned, his finger swiping back and forth over your puffy clit. 

“Am I doing it right?” he asked as he pulled his head back. You smiled and nodded before letting out a soft keen of pleasure. 

“Mmm, keep going,” you urged him as your legs remained spread wide. Angelo swiped his tongue over his braces as he began to slowly thrust into you again. He didn’t care if he wasn’t fully hard - he just wanted to feel you come undone around him. 

“Oh yes,” you cried out with pleasure as he swirled his finger around your bundle of nerves. 

“(Y-Y/N), fuck,” he shuddered as he felt your pussy clench and flutter around his length. Angelo swore he could get drunk just from the feeling of your walls tightly gripping his cock. “I love this, love you,” his words fell out in a rush before he could even think. He nearly stopped when you gazed up at him with such kind, soft eyes. You leaned up and kissed him deeply, his hips continuing to thrust into your warm cunt. 

“Do you really mean it?” you panted as his cock grew harder with every eager swipe of his hips. Angelo gulped as his face turned beet red. 

“I-I mean-” he groaned as he felt you writhe with pleasure beneath him. “O-Oh God,” the young man gasped and gripped your hip with his free hand. You shuddered and moaned as he hit a certain area deep inside you. “Here?” Angelo murmured as he continued to trace his finger around your clit. You nodded as he tried to thrust his tip against the same spot. 

“You’re so good at this,” you encouraged him. He paused at that, his confidence growing as he smirked. 

“Even better than T-Bone?” he asked while rolling his hips forward. Your slick was starting to coat his dick, the sound of your moans like a sweet melody to his ears. You jolted when he suddenly flicked your clit, your legs flinching at the stimulation. 

“Y-Yes,” you confessed with a breathless whisper. Angelo groaned and began to pound into your pussy, his second high nearing as he fervently gripped your pelvis. 

“Oh God, oh fuck,” he whined as his other hand steadied against your free hip. Both of you groaned with pleasure as his thrusts grew more erratic, your walls starting to suck him in a vice grip. “P-Please say my name when you cum, please,” Angelo begged you as he felt your gummy walls massage every inch of his throbbing dick. You gripped the comforter below as you raised your hips, your back arching off the bed as you cried out. 

“Angelo!” you moaned loudly as your pussy clamped down on his dick. Angelo’s eyes rolled back as he slammed his hips down, his cock pulsing as he was overwhelmed with a sense of pure bliss. 

“Y-Yes, (Y/N)!” he shivered and dug his nails into the skin of your hips. You looked divine as you came around his cock, your perfect lips parted as you whined while your body was covered with a heavenly glow. Angelo sucked in a sharp breath as his high began to fade, his grip on your body relaxing while he slowly pulled out. His eyes bulged when he saw a tear around the tip of the condom. 

“Uh…(Y/N),” his voice cracked as he gulped. 

“Yes?” you murmured gently. His gaze remained locked on the tear, some of his cum still leaking out. You furrowed your brows and giggled. “T-This is pretty serious, (Y/N),” Angelo frowned. 

“Sorry, sorry. I probably should’ve told you that I’m on the pill,” you said and wiped your eyes. His brows shot up as he sighed with relief. 

“Oh, thank God-” Angelo paused. “I mean, not that I wouldn’t want to knock you up, er, you have my baby, I mean-” his eyes widened as you leaned up and pecked his lips. 

“I think we’d make a cute baby,” you winked. Angelo’s cheeks flushed again as he swallowed. 

“Uh, yeah, totally,” he said and began to snort. You joined him and giggled, the two of you sharing a fit of giddy laughter. You smiled and let your hands fall over his. 

“I think we went way over seven minutes,” you said. Angelo was still reeling from his high, his heart sinking as he thought about going back out into the sea of people. 

“Um, before we do…” Angelo said as he watched you dip down to grab your clothes. His throat grew tight when he watched you bend over and wiggle your ass. 

“Mhm?” you said before sliding your panties and pants up your legs. He swallowed thickly and tossed his condom in a trashcan nearby.

“What…what are we now?” Angelo asked with a hopeful glint in his eye. “Y’know, since we’ve done it and all,” he mumbled nervously. You hummed as you zipped up your jean shorts. You leaned against the bed, crossing your legs together. 

“What do you want to be?” you asked with a warm smile. Angelo’s heart fluttered as he wanted to grab you and kiss you and-

“I wanna be your boyfriend,” he said quickly. Your grin remained as you rose from the bed, your hand gently tucking his cock back beneath his boxers. Angelo met your gaze as you pecked his lips. 

“Then be my boyfriend, Angelo Dalton,” you beamed. His breath stuttered as you wrapped his hands with yours. 

“Okay,” he said with a dreamy grin. 

“Okay,” you smiled softly and kissed him again. 

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Angelo was slumped in a chair while a gaggle of teenagers danced to the thrumming pulses of “Like a G6”. He ran a hand through his long, neon green hair. Before the dance, his mother encouraged him to try to ask at least one girl to dance with him. 

Just one. 

He didn’t fancy himself a ladies man by any means, he was just somebody coasting along until he graduated. Angelo always reasoned that even if a girl wanted to be with him, it would’ve been part of some elaborate prank. He bounced his leg as he scanned the dance floor. A small group of girls stood on the sidelines, their dresses hugging their curves and hair done nicely. His heart fluttered when he laid eyes on the one and only Jessika Park, the most popular girl at Lincoln High. 

Angelo eagerly drank in how her black dress shuffled while she swayed her hips, her dark eyes glistening beneath the pristine, silver mask she wore. He clenched his hands in his lap as he poked at the inside of his cheek with his tongue. The pop song began to fade as the slow rhythm of “A Thousand Years” hummed through the large gym, couples squishing together and swaying to the beat.

He knew it was a long shot for a person like him to even dance with a girl like Jessika. But hey, he only had about a month before he graduated. 

What’s the harm in going big or going home? 

He inhaled sharply before smoothing a hand over his hair and straightening his bowtie. This was his chance. Angelo straightened up as he strolled across the dance floor, an enthusiastic (albeit nervous) smile on his lips. His braces flashed beneath the lights of the gymnasium as he stepped closer to Jessika. The group of girls went quiet, their eyes locked onto him. 

“H-Hey Jessika!” Angelo’s voice cracked. He mentally slapped himself as Jessika turned. Her eyes widened as she wrinkled her nose. 

“Hey…um, Gary, right?” she said with a fake smile. The girls giggled as Angelo flushed beneath his black mask. 

“Angelo,” he said. He tugged on his dark tie as he shifted in place. “So, um, I was wondering if you, uh, would like to, um, y’know-“ Angelo said with a hopeful look in his eyes and pointed his thumbs at the people behind him. Jessika blinked before throwing her head back and howling with laughter. Her group of girls joined her, snickering and whispering. Angelo shrank beneath their gazes as he frowned, his cheeks burning a bright hue of red. 

“Yeah, like I’d want to dance with someone like you,” she spat and crossed her arms. “Why don’t you go dance with some other loser? Y’know, if you can find one,” Jessika snarked. Hot tears pricked at his eyes as he sniffed and quickly walked towards one of the double doors of the gym. 

Little did he know that one of the girls wasn’t laughing at him, watching him flee the dance floor. 

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“You’re not actually going after him, are you?” Jessika huffed. You glared at her. 

“I’m sick of your attitude, Jess. Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch, someone would be dancing with you right now,” you retorted. The other girls gasped as Jessika’s face went beet red. 

“The fuck did you say to me?!” she shrieked. Everyone froze, the slow song doing little to drown out her voice. Her eyes widened as she stiffened in place, all eyes on her. 

“Goodbye, Jessika,” you said and made your way towards the hall. You heard her spouting a fountain of obscenities at you as you pushed on. Your eyes glanced around the hallway. 

“Angelo?” you called as you passed by the trophy case and posters of your school’s basketball players. You rubbed your arms as you heard sniffling nearby. You poked your head into the men’s room before a small hiccup came from farther down the hall. Your brows raised as you stepped closer to the ladies room. 

You rounded the corner, your heart sinking when you saw someone curled up in one of the stalls. 

“Angelo? Is that you?” you asked, your heels clicking against the tile of the bathroom floor. Another sniff echoed inside the room as he shifted behind the stall door. 

“What do you want? Can’t you tell this is the men’s room?” he asked. You suppressed the urge to giggle as your arms remained crossed.  

“Sorry to tell you, but this is the ladies room,” you clarified. His shiny, black shoes immediately shifted at your words. 

“Shit, I can’t get anything right. First Jessika, now going to the wrong fucking place,” he groaned. You smiled and crouched down, despite not being able to meet his eyes. 

“Jessika’s a cunt. And hey, we all use the toilet, right?” you spoke softly. You heard him huff out a snort. 

“I thought you were one of her lackeys,” Angelo sneered. Your shoulders sagged as you sighed. 

“I was…up until I called her a bitch and said my due farewells,” you replied. He snorted out a small laugh, and you could see his large hand playing with the string of his shoelaces. 

“So why’d you follow me then?” he asked. You could sense the wariness in his voice, the slight shake in his tone. You sighed and held your hands over your lap. 

“Because I know what it’s like to be rejected. It cuts deep into your soul,” you said. He remained quiet behind the door as you continued. “And I don’t want your prom night to be ruined by some asshole who won’t give you the time of day”. You watched his legs relax as he let out a small breath. “I know the slow dance is almost over, but I’d like to dance with you tonight, Angelo,” you smiled. He froze. 

“Aren’t you afraid of others judging you or something?” Angelo grunted. You tilted your head side to side. 

“I was before, but now I can see how scared and selfish I was being,” you said. 

“So what? You want me to dance with you to ease your conscience? Because you feel sorry for me?” he spat. You frowned and rose to your feet. 

“No, I just…I just want to be kind. And hey, we can rub it in Jessika’s face by having a good time together,” you replied. Angelo sniffed again before the door slowly creaked open. His eyes were red and puffy, snot rubbed onto the cuff of his suit. 

“Promise you’re not pulling my leg?” he said with a small pout. You smiled and shook your head, holding your hand out for him to take. 

“I promise,” you swore. His hand was clammy and warm as he hesitantly slid it into yours. The muffled sound of “DJ Got Us Falling In Love” thumped through the walls as people cheered. 

“C’mon, let’s go show ‘em what we’ve got,” you winked. 

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Angelo was tempted to pinch himself, wondering if he was having some sort of fever dream. The prettiest girl he’s ever seen was holding his hand, pulling him through the halls as his heart pounded in his ears. 

A smile crept over his features as he felt you squeeze his hand, a grin on your face as the lights danced off of your beautiful eyes. Your red dress fluttered and swirled at your feet like a pool of crimson before you opened the gym door. Angelo took a deep breath before he suddenly stopped.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you frowned, the feathers of your scarlet mask flaring beneath the AC. He swallowed thickly, his heart hammering against his ribcage. 

“I, uh, I can’t-“ he paused and cleared his throat. “I can’t dance,” Angelo confessed with a wince. He expected you to turn and laugh, but you simply smiled and leaned closer. 

“Oh God, she’s so close!” he squealed internally. 

“I can’t either,” you whispered. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head as his jaw dropped. 

“S-Seriously?!” he gawked. You giggled and squeezed his hand again. 

“Seriously. Now, let’s go tear up the dance floor!” you beamed brightly before pulling him forward. He nearly stumbled and fell on top of you as the sounds of the beat and people singing along to the song reverberated inside the gym. The music hummed in his ears before he watched you crank your arms and spin in a circle. He laughed and covered his mouth. 

“See? What’d I tell you?” you giggled. God, your laugh was so cute. Angelo shrugged his shoulders as he stepped side to side, enjoying the moment. You spun around him, a blush forming on his face as you wiggled your hips. His eyes drank in the curve of your ass as you swayed your pelvis side to side. 

“I thought you said you were bad at dancing!” he shouted over the music. You shrugged. 

“I am…mostly!” you chuckled. Angelo’s smile remained as he rolled his eyes and continued to shift his arms and legs in a janky manner. 

Before he knew it, the song ended with a bang. People clapped and cheered before the DJ spoke up. 

“Alright everyone! This is for you lovebirds out there,” he spoke before the next song began to play: “The Way You Look Tonight”. Angelo locked eyes with you and gulped, his hands shaking at his sides. 

“Um, do you wanna-“ your hands were already in his as you stepped in front of him. His breath hitched as you gazed into his eyes, your chest nearly brushing against his own. 

“I’d be glad to,” you replied as you tilted your head. Frank Sinatra' s voice carried through the gymnasium as you gently swayed side to side. Angelo felt sweat bead against his acne-covered forehead as he slid his hand down to rest on your waist. He was surprised to hear you humming along to the music. 

“Isn’t this, like, a super old song?” he asked in a hushed voice. You chuckled. 

“I’m an old soul, what can I say?” you smiled. His eyes locked on your perfectly shaped lips. His tongue swiped against them before he parted his mouth, his chest hurting from how quickly his heart raced. 

“C-Can I ask you something?” Angelo squeaked as his feet stumbled on top of yours. He sucked in a sharp breath. “Shit, sorry,” he winced as you wrinkled your nose. 

“It’s okay,” you gently reassured him as you steadied yourself. He couldn’t keep his gaze off of your lips, his mouth suddenly watering with need. “What did you want to ask me?” you said, your hands caressing the back of his neck. His breath caught as his hand shook on your waist. 

“I-I just-“ before he knew it, his lips fell against yours. He heard you gasp as he gripped your body, his head swimming as he tilted it to the side. His eyes shot open as he pulled back. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I don’t-“ it was Angelo’s turn to gasp when you suddenly leaned forward, kissing him deeply. His braces rubbed against your lips before he closed his eyes and leaned back a little. He sighed and smiled against your mouth as he smoothed his thumb against your side. 

He blinked several times as you pulled back, a dopey grin on his face as his cheeks flushed with pink. 

“Wow, you really know what you’re doing,” Angelo commented. You giggled, still slowly spinning in a circle with him. He rested his forehead against yours, his adorning gaze locked on your eyes. “I wish this could last forever,” Angelo murmured as he pecked your lips, letting them linger. He didn’t care if your lipstick stuck to him - it was a sign that he at least got some love tonight. 

“Me too,” you smiled back and rested your hands on his shoulders. His heart sank as the song began to fade out, yearning to stay like this for a bit longer. The DJ’s voice felt muffled as you took a step back, before he held you close. 

“Please…” he simply said as you gazed into his eyes. You smiled, your hand cupping his cheek. He nuzzled into your touch as he let out a soft groan. 

“I know we can’t make it last forever…but maybe we can make it last just a bit longer,” you whispered. His eyes lit up as his smile grew. 

“Yeah? What did you have in mind?” he asked. 

+++

Angelo couldn’t believe this was happening. 

“Is…is this allowed?” he squeaked as you led him towards your car. You giggled as you held out your keys and unlocked it with a few beeps. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll just drive to the football field parking lot. None of the chaperones will find us out there,” you winked. A mixture of dizzying excitement and sharp anxiety pierced through his rapidly beating heart as he slid into the passenger seat. He fiddled with the legs of his dark slacks while you turned the key into the ignition. 

“So, uh, have you done this before?” he blurted out, clawing his way at trying to make conversation. You smiled as you closed your door and shifted the stick. 

“Done what, exactly?” you questioned. He couldn’t tell if you were genuinely asking or if you were being facetious. 

“Uh, y’know…” he said and thrusted a finger through a loop he made with his other hand. Your eyes widened a bit as you giggled. He didn’t miss the faint blush on your cheeks as you began to drive through the parking lot. 

“A few times,” you confessed. His jaw dropped. 

“Wh-a few times?!” he gawked. You laughed as you turned on your turn signal. The sound of your chuckle made his cheeks heat up. Angelo lowered his head and rubbed the back of his neck. “I…I haven’t done anything like this before,” he muttered and shifted his feet. You hummed softly as you made your way down the road. 

“I think that makes you even more desirable if I’m being honest,” you said before glancing over his way. “Have you been saving yourself for someone special?” you asked and laid a hand on his thigh. Angelo’s eyes widened as he felt his pants grow tighter. He didn’t want to confess to you that he was still a virgin, let alone that he hadn't even kissed a girl until tonight. 

“Y-Yeah, definitely that,” he said with a slight crack in his voice. You grinned and nodded before your hand slipped back to the wheel. 

“That’s cool. There’s not a lot of people who think that way nowadays,” you replied as you pulled into the football field parking lot. It was just the two of you now, the sounds of the radio playing and distant traffic filling the space between you both. His heart skipped a beat as you shifted your car into “park”, your vehicle lurching forward before stilling. The two of you remained quiet for several moments before you turned to him with a smile. 

“If at any point you feel uncomfortable, just let me know,” you sighed as you unbuckled your seatbelt. Angelo’s heart was hammering against his sternum, his mouth feeling dry as his hands trembled. He gasped when you kissed his cheek, your hand now wrapped around his. “Wanna head to the backseat?” you whispered into his ear. The feeling of your breath against the shell of his ear made him shudder. 

“Fuck, y-yes please,” he groaned and scrambled out of the passenger seat. His hands trembled as he opened the door, his breathing ragged while he slipped into the backseat of your car with you. Sparks flew through his throbbing member when your knees touched as you slid beside him, your hands caressing his shoulders. “So, uh, what do we do?” Angelo asked as he fidgeted with his hands in his lap. You gave him a smile as you lifted up your mask, his breath hitching when he saw your face. You would’ve put Aphrodite to shame: your luscious lips, perfect eyes and beautiful skin. 

“How about we start off with a kiss?” you offered gently. Angelo nodded as he licked his lips. 

“R-Right,” he said. He gasped when you straddled his hips, your clothed core pressed up against his growing length as you raised his mask from his face. He expected you to recoil with disgust, but instead you offered him a warm gaze and kind smile. Angelo gulped as you tossed the masks behind you, your hips gently grinding against his as his hands fell onto your waist. 

“Ah, mmm,” he whined before your lips met his in a tender kiss. He whimpered as you pumped your hips against his own, your mouths tangled in a heated embrace. 

“I can feel how hard you are,” you breathed as your hand slipped between your bodies. He gasped as he felt you unbutton his pants, the sound of his zipper echoing in his ears as his throat grew tight. “Is this okay?” you asked softly. 

“Y-Yes,” Angelo nodded, nearly headbutting you from how hard he moved his head. You grinned before he felt your warm, soft hand caress his pulsing dick. He moaned against your mouth as you began to curl your palm around his shaft and slowly stroke it. Angelo squirmed, his nails digging into the fabric of your dress as you softly kissed him. “Mmmm, oh God, oh fuck,” he whined as he bucked his hips into your hand. Pleasure began to seep into every inch of his body while he chased the delectable feeling of your lips against his. 

“I love all the noises you make,” you whispered. Angelo watched as you dipped your hand between your legs, hoisting up the skirt of your dress. His mouth watered when he saw how your panties hugged your sex. 

“N-No spanks under your dress?” he thought aloud. You laughed as you continued to stroke his length. 

“Nah, where's the fun in that?” you said with a cheeky grin. Angelo bit his lip as he watched you dip your hand beneath your panties, a soft moan falling from your lips as you drew sloppy circles around your clit. Angelo gulped, a sharp feeling of hesitation growing inside his chest. You paused when he laid a hand over your own. 

“Can I?” he breathed, his eyes drifting between your own and your underwear. You parted your lips and gave a small nod before he stuffed his large hand against your sex. Fuck, you were so wet and warm. The two of you moaned as you continued to stroke his shaft while he explored your weeping pussy. He slid two fingers along your juicy slit, his thumb pressed against where he thought your clit would be. 

“Mmm, Angelo,” you keened and arched into his touch. His breath caught again as his cock ached in your hand, his fingertips dipping past the tight seam of your entrance. He groaned as he felt your walls grip at his digits, imagining how soft and snug you’d feel wrapped around his-

“(Y/N)!” he suddenly gasped as he came into your hand. Angelo’s eyes rolled back as his body shook with bliss, rope after rope of his hot cum coating your fingers and palm. He moaned your name, babbling it like a sacred prayer as he stilled. Angelo panted heavily, sweat rolling down his temples as his vision slowly began to unblur. His eyes widened. “Oh shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…to cum so early,” he said and lowered his head. You simply smiled as you pulled your hand from between your bodies. Angelo gulped when he saw his cum dripping and oozing from your fingers. His breath hitched when you suddenly dove your digits into your mouth, your tongue swirling and swiping over your hand. 

“Oh,” he gasped, feeling his flaccid cock twitch between his legs. He could practically feel your hot breath from between your fingers as his own remained snugly fit inside your entrance. Angelo watched as you licked and sucked his glistening cum from your hand before he slowly began to thrust his digits into your tight snatch. You squealed as you finished licking your hand clean, your hips stuttering as he inched his long fingers between your walls. His eyes flickered with desire when you made a sharp cry when he curled them against a certain spot. 

“H-Here?” he asked. You nodded, your hand caressing his thumb as you moved it in slow circles around your nub. 

“Yes, and make sure to move your thumb like this,” you instructed gently. Angelo’s heart fluttered as he gave a small nod, moving his thumb as you told him to. He felt your walls pulse around his fingers as soft, wet squelches echoed each time he brought his digits down to the knuckle.

“You’re so, mm, tight,” he groaned as he felt his cock starting to grow hard again. Your moans and cries of pleasure made his heart thrum. 

“I can feel you; so deep inside me,” you keened and arched your back. Angelo couldn’t believe it, how he was giving you so much pleasure just by moving his fingers and thumb. 

“(Y/N), please, I-I need you,” he whined. He didn’t care that his cock was only half-hard: he wanted, no, needed to feel you wrapped around him. You panted, your hot breath mixing with his as he curled his fingers deep inside your core. 

“Do you want me to ride you, Angelo?” you asked as you laced your arms around the back of his neck. His jaw almost dropped as his heart hammered against his ribcage. 

“Please,” he begged you. You gave a soft chuckle before raising your hips, his fingers slipping out with a slick “pop”. Angelo’s heartbeat thrummed in his ears as you shifted your hips and pushed your panties to the side. He let out a shaky breath when he saw your bare pussy, your puffy lips belying the sacred space between them. 

“I’m going to go at whatever pace you want, okay?” you spoke before guiding the tip of his flush cock to your puckering hole. His hands latched back onto your hips as you smeared your juices over his bulbous head. 

“I don’t care what pace you go, please, I fucking need you,” Angelo grunted. He wasn’t girthy or long by any means, but all insecurities he felt about his cock went out the window as soon as you slowly sank down on his length. “Fuck!” he cursed and threw his head back. Your hot, velvety walls caressed every inch of his dick as you lowered your hips. Both of you gasped when you sank down to the hilt, his dark, thick pubes caressing your sex as he let out a strangled moan. 

“Just let me know when you’re ready for me to start moving,” you murmured and kissed his forehead. Angelo took a second to collect himself, the feeling of your walls wrapped around his cock enough to nearly make him cum again. 

“I-I think I’m ready,” he said after a minute. Angelo gazed into your eyes as you smiled and slowly lifted yourself up. He whimpered as you sank back down onto his cock, his balls already feeling tight while you began to ride him. The car shook back and forth as the wet, sloppy sounds of your sexes joining filled the space. 

“Oh yes!” you moaned as the head of his cock pounded against your cervix. Angelo bucked his hips up to meet yours, his hands squeezing the flesh of your hips as you rode him. 

“Fuck, (Y/N), oh my God,” he keened as you bounced on his shaft. His legs felt like jelly at how your gummy walls caressed and massaged his cock, the familiar knot already growing tighter and tighter between his legs. “P-Please slow down. Can’t…don’t want to cum yet,” Angelo whimpered as he met your gaze. You slowed your pace, stilling your hips against his as you rested your forehead against his own. 

“Are you doing okay?” you asked gently as you brushed some hair that clung to his face. Angelo swallowed thickly and gave a short nod. 

“Yeah, yeah…just trying to take it all in,” he smiled. You giggled and pecked his lips. 

“You’re doing great so far, you know,” you praised him as your hands moved to rest on his shoulders. Angelo’s heart skipped a beat as his grin widened. 

“Thank you. So are you; y-you’re fantastic,” the young man beamed. You shared his smile and kissed him deeply, his dick twitching inside your snug canal. The two of you remained still for a moment, soaking in each other’s presence as his heartbeat began to slow down. 

“Let me know when you’re ready for me to start moving again,” you said as your lips caressed his chin. He closed his eyes and let out a small squeak when you suckled over the column of his pale neck, a bright hickey blooming across his skin. Angelo shifted beneath you as his hands slid up and cupped your breasts. He smirked when you let out a soft squeal as he gave them a tender squeeze, his thumbs brushing over the curve of your tits. 

He groaned as he pulled down the top of your dress and bra, your breasts spilling out and jiggling before him. Angelo licked his lips before puckering his mouth around one of your nipples, careful to not scratch you with the metal of his braces. 

“Ah, mm,” you moaned as he flicked the tip of his tongue over your hardened bud. He grunted as your walls fluttered around his hard shaft, his body still thrumming with need to feel the delicious friction between your bodies. Angelo detached from your tit with a heavy sigh, his spit coating your perky bud before he locked eyes with you. 

“I’m ready now,” he spoke while raising his head. You grinned and held onto his thin shoulders as you adjusted yourself. Angelo continued to grip and squeeze your breasts before you started to raise and lower your hips once more. “Oh fuck yes,” he moaned, his cock fully hard now as you sank down onto it. 

“Love-mmm-how you rub every inch of me, Angelo,” you panted while rocking your hips. The car started to bounce again as the sound of wet ‘plaps’ filled Angelo’s ears. His nails sank into the plush of your tits as he whimpered. 

“I-I love how you, shit, how you grip me so tight,” he moaned. He continued to thrust up into you, your bodies meeting in rough smacking noises as he felt your cunt soak his lap with your warm juices. He felt your walls start to clench around his length as you mewled. 

“God, I’m so close,” you whined. Angelo’s eyes lit up before he groaned. 

“M-Me too,” he confessed as he felt the knot deep within him start to grow taut again. It was only a few more thrusts before his hips snapped forward, a sharp cry cascading from his throat as he spilled into you. You continued to ride him through his orgasm, your walls greedily sucking in every drop of his hot, sticky cum before you stilled against him. 

“Angelo!” you cried out his name as you came, your head thrown back as you moaned. He shared your sounds of pleasure as he felt you suck him in even deeper, your walls gripping his cock in a vice as your pussy pulled him in. His head thrummed and heart throbbed as he caught his breath, his body slowly drifting down from his high as he panted. The car was filled with the musky scent of sex as you sighed and rested your head against his chest. A long, pregnant pause remained between the two of you as you rested. 

“Maybe we should do this more often,” you spoke after the long pause. Angelo beamed at your suggestion as he held you close, rubbing his hand along your upper back. 

“I’d like that,” he said with a smile.

----

A bright flash of lighting streaked across the dark skies. Angelo nervously shifted on your bed, his clammy palms gripping his jeans as the newscaster’s voice droned on about a ‘Severe Thunderstorm Warning’. The lights flickered as a loud clap of thunder rumbled through the town of Libertyville. 

“Looks pretty dark out there,” you sighed and closed your blinds. You and your classmate (crush), Angelo Dalton, had just finished working on a group project for your history class. However, just before he was about to step out, it started pouring down rain. You graciously offered for him to stay at your place until the storm subsided, to which he hesitantly accepted. You turned to see Angelo squirming, his shoulders hunched up and mouth curved into a deep frown. “You okay?” you asked as you slid beside him on your mattress. Angelo flinched. 

“Wh-Yeah! Yeah, I’m great. Totally not afraid of storms or anything,” he said with a weak, unconvincing grin while he rubbed his arm. 

“I didn’t ask that,” you pointed out. He stiffened under your gaze before shifting his eyes back to the TV screen. 

“Man, this blows. I was gonna head home and watch some anime after this,” he grumbled and picked at his fuzzy, fox-tail keychain. Your eyes lit up. 

“You like anime, too?” you asked and shifted beside him. He paused and pursed his lips. 

“Uh, yeah. Not like that girly crap or anything, like Ouran High School Host Club,” he snorted out a nasally laugh. You chuckled. 

“What do you like, then?” you questioned while tilting your head. Angelo flinched when another booming clap of thunder shook the walls. His hand suddenly slipped over yours before he quickly shoved it against his thigh. He cleared his throat, a faint blush dusting his pale cheeks. 

“Uh, y’know, the classics. One Piece, Evangelion…” his brows furrowed as if he were in deep concentration. 

“A-Chan Days?” you suggested with a smirk. 

“Yeah!” Angelo froze, his eyes wide. “Uh, I mean,” he stammered as he tried to find an explanation. “How’d you know?” he eventually asked with a pout of defeat. You crossed one leg over the other before leaning back, your hands flat against the mattress. 

“I’ve seen you draw Aiko-Chan in class,” you shrugged with a knowing grin. Angelo cursed under his breath, his now prominent blush spreading across his face. “Hey, I won’t judge you for liking a show that’s ’too girly’,” you teased and gave his arm a playful nudge. Angelo sighed and flopped onto his back. He fiddled with his hands against his stomach, his ‘Choking Hazard’ t-shirt wrinkling over his lithe form. 

“I just-I have a reputation to uphold, y’know? I can’t be seen as ‘weak’ or ‘sissy’,” he explained, eyes locked on the intricate designs of the popcorn ceiling above you two. You frowned, hands gripping your blanket as something stirred within your chest. You decided to slide onto your back as well, the side of your foot caressing against his own. Only this time, he didn’t flinch at your touch. 

“Did someone call you those things?” you asked, tilting your head to face Angelo. The young man beside you flared his nostrils as his hands stilled over his flat belly. 

“Yeah, no points for guessing who,” he grumbled. You had a pretty good idea: George “T-Bone” Flores. The hottest, most popular guy at Lincoln High. He was witty, charming…and a total asshole to Angelo. You sighed. “He’s a dick, you know. Guys like him burn out pretty quickly after they graduate high school,” you reasoned aloud. That seemed to get a small smirk from Angelo as he huffed out a quiet laugh. His smile soon faltered as he tensed. 

“He-“ Angelo wrinkled his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. “No, forget it,” he muttered. You frowned. 

“What? It’s okay, you can tell me,” you gently encouraged him. Angelo pursed his lips as he circled his thumbs over each other. He took a deep, heavy breath. 

“T-Bone called me, well, he called me a ‘twink’ the other day,” he said, the prominent lump in his throat bobbing as he swallowed. Your eyes narrowed as bile rose in the back of your mouth. You clenched your jaw and a burning anger stirred within the pit of your stomach. 

“God, what a fucking prick,” you scoffed. 

“I know! I’m not even gay,” he huffed and threw his hands up. Your face must’ve said it all, as no words came from your mouth. He leaned his head back. “What?” Angelo blinked with a quizzical expression. 

“Hm? Oh, uh, nothing,” you cleared your throat. Angelo pouted and sighed. 

“I’m not gay. I-I’m a total chick magnet," he grumbled with a defiant frown. 

“I didn’t say you were gay,” you said, your feet swishing against the carpet. “But I am,” you added. Angelo made a strangled noise as his jaw dropped. 

“Uh-“ he squeaked and became as stiff as a board. You chuckled and shifted onto your side, tilting your head. A heavy silence lingered between the two of you as he blankly stared up at the ceiling. Angelo eventually snapped his mouth shut, his whole face as red as a cherry. “How long have you…um, y’know,” he muttered. 

“Liked men?” you clarified. He gave a small nod, avoiding your gaze. You took a deep breath. “Well, for a few years now. I just came out last year…it didn’t go very well with my family and friends,” you explained, your heart sinking. Angelo shared your deep frown as he played with a loose thread on your blanket. “They like to pretend it never happened. And since I’m now single, they somehow believe that I’m ‘cured’ of being gay,” you sighed heavily. Angelo parted his lips, his dark brows scrunched together. 

“God, I-I’m,” he paused and ran a hand through his thick, neon-green hair. “That sucks, man,” Angelo said, resting his hand on the bed. You felt tempted to hold it, to pull him close and wrap your arms around his lanky frame. Another pregnant pause hung between the two of you, the sound of the newscaster coming and going like steady ocean waves filled with static. Heavy rain drummed against the pane of your bedroom window while Angelo took a deep breath. 

“I’m not really a chick magnet,” he confessed, his hand curling into his hair. You glanced up at him, seeing him bite the inside of his cheek. “I…I don’t really know what I am,” Angelo muttered. You hesitated for a moment before laying a hand over his arm. His eyes lingered over yours as you gave him a soft, sympathetic expression. 

“And that’s okay,” you said gently. You watched as his eyes became glossy while he squeezed your hand. He sniffed and suddenly leaned forward, his lips crashing against yours. Your eyes widened as you felt his warm mouth caress your own, your heart skipping a beat while you melted into the kiss. Angelo gasped and yanked his head back, his lips parted as he breathed heavily. 

“Shit,” he breathed. “I’m…I’m sorry,” the man murmured as he averted your gaze. You smiled and shook your head. 

“It’s okay, Angelo,” you reassured him, smoothing your thumb over his knuckles. His eyes lingered on your lips before he leaned closer. 

“Can we-can we do that again?” he asked, his hot breath mingling with yours. You smiled and nodded, your hand tracing up his arm and hooking around the back of his neck. Angelo licked his lips before diving in again, your mouths tangling in a heated kiss. 

“Mmm,” you grunted, playing with the ends of his long, messy hair while your mouths were wrapped in a tender embrace. You felt him separate his lips, taking the opportunity to flick the tip of your tongue against his. Angelo grunted before opening his mouth a little wider, a sharp cry of pleasure leaving both of you as your tongues collided in a slick, passionate dance. He moaned as you slowly shifted on top of him, your body weighing against his as the wet sounds of lips smacking and tongues caressing filled your room. You groaned as you felt his hardness begin to rub against your thigh, your own length starting to grow stiff within your boxers. 

“F-Fuck, (Y/N),” Angelo keened, both of your lips glossy with spit as your hot breaths mixed together. Your eyes trailed down his body as you pulled your hips up, a prominent bulge rising beneath his jeans. 

“This hard already just from kissing? You must really like me,” you teased and traced your fingertips over his thigh. Angelo’s breath hitched as he turned his head away, a deep shade of crimson filling his cheeks. 

“S-Shut up, smart ass,” he huffed. You chuckled and kissed along his jawline, your hand hovering just above his crotch. 

“Just tell me if I need to stop,” you murmured into his ear before gently nipping at his earlobe. Angelo swallowed thickly before resting his hand over yours. You met his gaze, his eyes filled with worry as he tucked his bottom lip beneath his brace-lined teeth. 

“(Y/N), I…I’ve never, uh, done something like this before,” he confessed while gripping your wrist. Your eyes softened as you let your lips linger against his for a few moments. The sound of thunder booming filled the otherwise quiet space as you pulled back. 

“Do you want to stop? We can if you feel uncomfortable,” you reassured him, letting your hand fall back onto his thigh. Angelo gazed into your eyes, his chest rubbing against yours as he breathed heavily. 

“No, it’s not that,” he murmured, his hands rubbing up and down your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “P-Promise me you won’t laugh?” Angelo asked, his blush spreading to the tips of his ears. You gave him a reassuring smile and nodded, ignoring how much your cock ached right now. 

“I promise,” you replied with a firm nod. Angelo exhaled slowly as he avoided your eye contact. 

“Okay, here it goes,” he muttered more towards himself than for you. “I-I’ve thought about you while I jerked off before,” the man beneath you uttered in a faint whisper. Your eyes widened a fraction as your heart fluttered against your sternum. 

“I’ve thought about you, too,” you confessed. Angelo’s jaw dropped for the second time as his eyes locked with yours. 

“Wait, seriously?!” he gawked, the volume of his voice nearly matching that of the thunder cascading outside. You let out a quiet snicker as you slid your hands on either side of his head. 

“Yeah,” you chuckled, your own cheeks starting to heat up. The two of you locked eyes while he let his hands rest on your shoulders. 

“You don’t think it’s, like, too gay that I jerk off to you?” he asked hesitantly. You pursed your lips. 

“‘Lo, I’m not gonna lie, that’s pretty gay of you,” you teased. He gasped. 

“Shit, I knew it,” he groaned while you laughed. 

“Relax, man. I don’t think there’s such a thing as being ‘too gay’,” you said. He gave a small nod, you could see the wheels turning by the distant look in his eyes. “What’s on your mind?” you asked as you tucked some of his hair behind his ear. Angelo gripped your arms as he stiffened. 

“I-I was wondering if, um…” his voice trailed off as he nervously glanced up. “If you’d…maybe want to reenact our fantasies?” he asked, curling up a bit as if bracing for impact. His eyes widened as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

“Where would you like to start?” you asked, your gaze trailing down his lanky body. Angelo bit his lip as he groaned softly. 

“Could you, maybe, s-suck me off?” he asked, his voice wavering with trepidation. You smiled, giving him a slow, tender kiss on the lips as he sighed into the warm embrace. “I mean, I’d suck you off, but, uh, y’know,” Angelo stammered before showing you his rows of braces and tapping the metal wires. You chuckled and peppered his lips with some quick kisses. 

“It’s okay, I understand,” you spoke as you shifted above him. Angelo’s hands fell on top of your head as you slid your knees onto the floor. You could feel your hardness rub against your inner thigh as you situated yourself between his legs, your mouth watering at the mere thought of Angelo’s cock gliding between your hollowed cheeks. He propped himself up with his arms as his chest steadily rose and fell, a prominent bulge showing through his jeans. His breath stuttered as you unclasped the button of his pants, the sound of the zipper being peeled down filling your ears. You could see a small, wet patch of his pre-cum leak through his boxers, his cock twitching before you tugged his clothes down his legs. 

“F-Fuck,” he hissed as his dick sprang free, his tip nearly smacking your cheek as it bobbed in front of your hungry mouth. You smiled, teasingly flicking the tip of your tongue over the head of his member, swirling it around as he gasped. “Oh, shit,” Angelo panted while you lapped and circled his tip with your wet muscle. A low chuckle rumbled through your chest as you wrapped a hand around the base. His thick patch of dark pubic hair grazed over your knuckles as you slowly began to pump your tight fist around his stiff shaft. “Uhh, God,” he moaned, already seeming to come undone just from you playing with his base and tip. You let the savory taste of his pre-cum linger over your tastebuds before wrapping your lips around his head. 

Angelo’s eyes squeezed shut as you continued to stroke his length while slowly sinking your mouth down the upper part of his cock. He was so painfully hard inside your mouth, his dick twitching within the warm, wet confines of your tight cheeks as you bobbed your head up and down. A strangled grunt escaped him as he curled his fists against the sides of your head, his cock dipping further down your throat while he bucked his hips against your face. 

“Y-Yes, oh fuck me,” he cursed under his breath, his head tilted back as he swallowed. You grinned as you sucked in your cheeks even more, his girth sliding against your eager mouth while you moved your head. Angelo keened every time you traced sloppy circles around his tip with your tongue whenever your mouth came back up. His cock glistened with your warm spit as you pumped your fist a little faster. “Yes, more, please - God, I-I need more,” Angelo moaned, shoving your head further down his shaft. Your eyes widened as you felt his tip brush against the back of your throat, your hand stilling over his base as you relaxed your muscles. You flared your nostrils as you breathed, your heart thrumming in your ears and cock pulsing with a carnal desire to feel his body wrapped around it. 

You took his cock deeper and deeper down your throat with every bob of your head, his pre-cum starting to leak wildly over your tongue as he began to thrust into your mouth. 

“Mmphf, (Y-Y/N),” Angelo crooned as he vigorously pumped his hips forward. His bush tickled your nose as you let your hand slide against his thigh, solely letting him use your mouth to fuck as he pleased. You braced your hands on his inner thighs as you gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes. His jaw dropped as he let out an unrestrained, guttural groan. 

“Yes!” Angelo cried out as he slammed your head all the way down his shaft. Your eyes nearly rolled back as you felt him shoot streams of his hot, thick load against the back of your throat. Both of you moaned as he came, his cock pulsing within your hollowed cheeks as he drenched your throat with ropes of his white cum. You swallowed it all, every last drop, feeling his seed coat your esophagus while you gulped it down. Angelo panted heavily, his hands trembling on the sides of your head as his hips sank back into your mattress. 

“Holy shit,” he breathed, slowly blinking his eyes open. You grinned before slowly pulling your head back, relaxing your cheeks as his cock softened within your mouth. You sighed as his dick slipped past your lips and flopped onto his boxers. You traced your tongue between your lips, savoring the heady taste of his salty cum. “That was…that was fucking amazing,” Angelo beamed, his eyes lighting up as he caught his breath. You smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his tip, lapping at his slit and slurping up a bead of loose cum. Angelo groaned, his eyes half-lidded as you met his heated gaze. 

“I know something that feels even better,” you lilted in a suggestive tone. Angelo raised his dark, thick brows while you slid back, tugging on the band of your shorts and briefs. His eyes widened when your cock was finally free of its confines, swaying in the cool air of your bedroom. You wrapped a hand around your shaft, giving it a few pumps before resting your hand on his thigh.

“What did you have in mind?” Angelo asked curiously. You flashed him a grin before leaning forward and pecking his lips. 

“I want to stretch out that tight ass of yours, ‘lo,” you rumbled. His breath hitched as he groaned. 

“F-Fuck me,” he gasped. 

“I plan to,” you said and gave him a wink. Angelo rolled his eyes again. 

“Smart ass,” he huffed despite the small smile that crept over his features. 

“Y’know you love it,” you replied with a soft chuckle. Angelo flinched when the tip of your cock kissed his, your hand still stroking along your painfully hard shaft. 

“Uh, how exactly are you gonna…y’know,” he said before making a thrusting motion with one finger through the loop with his other hand. You pecked his lips a few more times while smearing your precum across his bulbous tip. 

“Well, we’ve got a few options,” you spoke in a low, hushed whisper. You traced your other hand down his chest, letting your fingertips rest on his stomach. “I can use my fingers,” you said while dragging your digits against the base of his cock. Angelo’s hips bucked up as you wrapped your hand around his dick once more. He shuddered as you nipped at his jawline. “Or I can use one of my toys on you,” you purred. His jaw went slack as you gave a slow tug on his dick, his member twitching in your palm. 

“Shit. You-you have toys?” he grunted while you stroked both your and his cock. You nodded, a small whimper leaving him as you pulled your hand away. 

“Mhm. I have dildos, vibrators, anal beads,” you listed off a few. He simply stared at you like you had bat wings for ears. 

“Jesus, how the hell did you afford…all that?” Angelo gaped. You chuckled, moving to your dresser and taking the toys out from under your clothes. 

“It’s called a job, Angelo,” you replied with deadpan snark. He scoffed. 

“I knew that!” he pouted while you laughed. He froze when you pulled out one of your anal vibrators and some lube. “Will it hurt?” Angelo asked, his voice laced with concern. You gave him a reassuring smile before striding back over to the bed. 

“It might feel a little tight, but I’ll go as fast or slow as you want me to,” you replied. Angelo raised his hips as you pulled his pants and underwear down his hairy legs, his eyes lingering on the vibrator and bottle of lube you set off to the side. His cock was already half-hard again, his tip flushed with a deep shade of pink as his plump balls rested beneath his pulsing shaft. He gasped when you pushed his legs up, his cock slapping against his stomach as his ass was now on full display. Angelo moaned as you spread his cheeks, his asshole puckering before you squirted some lube over your fingers. He flinched as you spread the cold substance across his hole, your fingers tracing and dipping ever so slightly past the tight rim of his entrance. 

“A-Ah,” he keened, his toes curling as you teased his asshole with your fingertips. You slowly began to thrust into his ass, spreading his hole open with two of your digits. Your hot breath fanned over his tip, your mouth soon pressing slow, wet kisses to his cock while your fingers sank deeper into his warm depths. 

“Mmm, you’re so tight,” you rumbled against his dick, your digits gently thrusting against his insides. Angelo moaned as he gripped the comforter, his ass squeezing around your slick fingers. “Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock,” you rumbled before swiping your tongue over his weeping slit. He shivered at your words, a loud groan of pleasure falling from his lips as you curled your fingers against his prostate. 

“Oh, fuck!” he cried sharply as you let your fingertips linger against his sensitive spot. You let your tongue dance around the head of his cock as you thrusted and scissored your fingers deep within his tight ass. Your own dick pulsed with pleasure as you sank your digits down to the knuckles, his hole swallowing your fingers as he writhed beneath you. “Mmm, God, (Y/N),” Angelo whimpered, his knuckles turning white as he fisted the tousled blanket beneath him. He inhaled sharply when you suddenly pulled your fingers out, his hole left gaping and leaking with the now warm lube. “Hey! What gives?” he pouted. His breath immediately ceased when you pressed the head of your sleek anal vibrator against his asshole. You lathered more lube onto the toy and the seam of his hole, flicking the vibrator on with a soft buzz. Angelo grunted and flinched as you traced circles around his entrance, teasing him relentlessly.

“Please, (Y/N),” he whimpered, eyes burning with desire. You smirked, his cock aching and twitching against your lips. 

“‘Please’ what, ‘lo?” you feigned innocence while gently thrusting the vibrator within his hole. His nostrils flared as he swallowed thickly. 

“Please…I-I need your cock inside me,” he moaned. You raised your brows, the toy not even a quarter of the way inside of him. 

“Are you sure?” you asked despite the growing need that swelled between your legs. He nodded, his face beet red as he panted heavily. You slowly pulled the toy out with a slick “pop” and turned it off, setting it aside while smirking. “Which way do you want me?” you asked, ready to line your cock up to his gaping entrance after you lubed it up. Angelo bit his lip as he rested his feet on your mattress, his legs still spread wide as he grabbed your wrists. 

“I don’t care - I just need you,” he whined. He squeaked when you suddenly grabbed his legs and flipped him over. His ass hung in the air as you sat on the edge of your bed. 

“You want my cock so badly? Come ride it, then,” you said before laying a playful smack to his bum. Angelo gasped, a fresh, pink mark stretched across his asscheeks as he squirmed. 

“Uh, right…” he said, shifting on the bed before turning towards you. You laid your hands on his hips before turning him around, leaning your mouth against his ear. 

“I want to watch the way your ass bounces on my dick while you ride me,” you grunted and licked over his earlobe. Angelo gulped, his body tense as you slid your cock between his asscheeks. You steadied your other hand on his waist as he fumbled to sink down. After a few tries, the two of you moaned as his snug hole finally opened up to your hard length. 

“Oh, shit!” Angelo exclaimed as your cock inched its way inside of him. You groaned, feeling his tight ass deliciously wrap around your dick as pleasure flooded your senses. 

“Mmm, that’s it. Such a good boy,” you praised him while he shakily sank down onto your shaft. You tilted your head back, Angelo keening as he suddenly stilled. 

“‘T’s too much,” he whined, his body only half-way down your cock. You rubbed his hips, your balls aching for sweet release. 

“It’s alright, just go as slow as you need to,” you murmured, feeling his walls clench around your hard length. Angelo swallowed before slowly raising his hips, your tip catching at his entrance before he sank back down. 

“So full,” he gasped. Your nails dug into his hips as you felt his warm insides caress your cock, each bounce of his ass against your lap making a deep groan rise in your throat. 

“You’re doing great,” you praised him, nipping at the shell of his ear as you pulled his hair back. Angelo moaned as the tip of your cock arched just right inside him, his walls fluttering around your girth as you gently tugged on his hair. The slick sounds of your lubed-up cock plunging into his ass cascaded through the room, the raging storm outside long forgotten as he continued to bounce on your lap. 

“A-Ah, mmm,” he keened each time your dick sank deeper into the depths of his bum, his stretched out hole swallowing more of your length. 

“Fuck, you’re gripping me so tightly,” you panted, feeling intoxicated with pleasure as your balls twitched below your raised dick. You felt Angelo’s legs shake on the outside of your thighs, his body trembling while wet ‘plaps’ filled your ears. You watched as his ass pressed against the top of your thighs, his cheeks spreading every time he sank down to the hilt. 

“Shit, my legs are burning,” he hissed. Angelo made a surprised yelp when you suddenly picked him up and laid him face-down on your bed. Your cock was partially lodged into his ass as you adjusted your hips. 

“You did so well, ‘lo,” you smirked before laying another spanking against his behind. Angelo flinched, his insides tightening around your length before you smoothed your hands over his asscheeks. You leaned forward, sinking a little deeper into his hole before whispering into his ear. “I’ll take it from here,” you rumbled. He gave a small, slow nod as he raised his ass in the air. You wrapped one of your hands around his thick, green hair before tugging his head up. He groaned as you pulled your hips back before suddenly slamming them down. 

“Ah! S-Shit!” he gasped. You tilted your body back, one hand still gripping his hair while the other balanced on his hip. You let your cock rest within his stretched-out walls before slowly starting to thrust into his hole. “Fuck,” Angelo cursed with a soft whine, his hands clawing at your blanket while you steadily rocked your hips against his ass. You kept your hands steady in his hair and hip as your balls bounced against his each time you sank your cock down to the base. It fit so snugly inside his body, every inch of him gripping and hugging your shaft. 

“You like how I stretch you out like this, hm?” you asked while squeezing his hip. Angelo nodded before you yanked on his hair, eliciting a sharp yelp from him. “C’mon, don’t tell me I’ve already fucked you dumb on my cock. Use your words,” you chuckled, the delicious sound of skin slapping against skin filling your ears. Angelo squirmed, his ass coming back to meet your hips as he whimpered. 

“Fuck, y-yes, feels so good - your cock feels so good inside me,” he breathed and arched his back. You loosened your grip on his long, thick hair as you watched your cock disappear into the depths of his warm hole. 

“Good boy,” you smiled as you picked up the pace. Angelo cried out and tossed his head back as you pounded into his ass, the delicious drag of your cock along his insides making the two of you pant and groan. Your bedframe creaked as you vigorously bucked your hips forward. 

“G-God, right there!” he begged and wiggled his behind. You angled your cock just right, your bulbous tip slamming against the sacred, sensitive spot over his prostate. “Shit, yes,” Angelo grunted. You could feel your balls start to tighten against your body, the familiar tight knot starting to wind up and build within your lower stomach. 

“Gonna cum, where do you want me?” you breathed, both of your hands now squeezing his hips as your balls slapped against each other. Angelo slightly turned his head, his eyes glossy with bliss as he parted his lips. 

“I-Inside. Damn, please cum inside,” he moaned. You felt his insides grip around you as you plunged impossibly deeper, your head spinning with euphoria as you drilled into him. 

“Yes…yes…fuck!” you cried out as you shoved your cock down to the hilt. 

“(Y-Y/N)!” Angelo moaned with you as you stilled behind him, your dick pulsing as you shot your hot, thick load into his ass. You felt your form glow with bliss as you came inside him, your body wrapped in an overwhelming sense of pleasure as the thick streams cum painted his insides. “Mmmph, oh fuck,” he whimpered. Your Adam’s apple bobbed as you swallowed thickly, slowly blinking your eyes open as your cock began to soften within his insides. Angelo trembled like a leaf beneath you before his body went limp, the two of you panting heavily as you caught your breaths. A long, heavy silence stretched between you two before you slowly began to pull out, his hole oozing with a lewd mixture of lube and cum while your flaccid dick bounced between your legs. 

“You did so well, Angelo,” you smiled and rubbed over the nail marks you left on his hips. He rested the side of his head against your bed, his chest still heaving as he kept his ass raised in the air. 

“You, too,” he slurred, his body glistening with sweat. You chuckled softly before grabbing some tissues from your nightstand, wiping away the cum and lube that dribbled from his stretched out hole. You sighed and glanced over at your window while you cleaned yourself as well. 

“Looks like the storm’s passed,” you said, your chest aching at the thought of him leaving you after your intense lovemaking. Angelo slowly turned around, his thighs quaking while he gazed into your eyes. 

“I’ll just text my mom that I’m sleeping over here,” he shrugged with a small grin. You matched his smile while he rubbed the back of his head. 

“Good,” you spoke before leaning over and pressing your lips against his. Angelo moaned softly, his hands falling onto your shoulders before you laid a hand on his thigh. “Because I’m not done with you just yet,” you smirked with a husky whisper.

++++

Angelo continued to doodle in his sketch book as the art teacher, Mr. Garcia, rambled on about some guy named Francisco Goya and some weirdo eating his son. He never really paid attention during the lectures, opting to instead draw characters from his favorite anime, A-Chan Days. Angelo lost all respect for the art teacher when he declared that anime “wasn’t art”. 

“He’s not as enlightened as I am, none of these losers are,” he thought. Well, everyone here was a loser in his eyes…except for you. You were the only person in any of his classes who gave a damn about talking to him. Him, the so-called “incel” (not that he denied the term or anything). God, you were so pretty, too pretty to be talking to a guy like him. As his thoughts began to wander more towards you, he glanced up from his sketchbook. His heart skipped a beat when he saw you, your hair perfectly framing your face as you wrote along with the teacher’s lecture. You were pretty, studious, creative…the list could go on. 

Angelo sighed, nearly dropping his pencil as he snapped his head up when the teacher turned the lights back on. The crotchety man cleared his throat as he stood at the podium. 

“Alright, for your next assignment, you’ll be split up into pairs and do portraits of your classmate,” the teacher rumbled. Angelo wrinkled his nose as he rolled his eyes. 

“Please, as if anyone can capture my likeness,” he muttered to himself with a snort. His ears didn’t perk up until he heard the teacher announce your name…along with his own. Angelo dragged the pencil across his sketchbook, his heart racing as his head began to feel dizzy. The two of you locked eyes immediately, a warm, gentle smile gracing your glowing features. He gulped, his cheeks burning red as the teacher’s voice became a mere echo in the distance. 

Holy shit…he was going to draw you! 

“Go meet with your peers and discuss how you’re going to draw each other. It can be here at school or you can meet outside - just as long as you turn in a portrait by next Friday,” Mr. Garcia groaned. Angelo swallowed thickly, his mind reeling at the fact that he could possibly be visiting your home. He watched as you rose from your seat and glided over towards him, the artificial lights dancing off of you and making you glow like an angel. 

“Hi,” you smiled and tucked some hair behind your ear. Angelo gripped his sketchbook, his knuckles turning white. 

“H-Hey,” he managed to squeak out. Your grin remained as you tilted your head. 

“I saw you drawing during the lecture. Mind if I see?” you asked. Oh God. Angelo hesitated before flipping his sketchbook around. You hummed as your eyes scanned the page. 

“Oh! That’s Kiriko-chan from A-Chan Days!” you beamed. Angelo’s jaw dropped. 

“You-You watch A-Chan Days?!” he shrieked. You laughed and nodded before looking around. You leaned close, so close your warm breath tickled his ear. 

“I think Mr. Garcia’s stance on anime ‘not being real art’ is total bull,” you whispered. His eyes widened as he snorted out a laugh. 

“Yeah, it’s total bullshit. I mean just think of all the classics - Akira, Berserk…there’s just so many,” he said and ran a hand through his thick, greasy hair. Your smile grew as you gave a short nod. 

“I personally like Studio Ghibli movies, but I agree. It’s not fair to crap on a project when so many people put their time and effort into it,” you waved your hand. Angelo’s eyes lit up. If it was even possible to fall for you even more, then this was it. 

“Yeah, totally,” he beamed. A short pause lingered between the two of you. “Uh, so your place or mine-” his eyes widened. “For the project I mean,” Angelo quickly clarified. You giggled, your dangling earrings bouncing as you did so. 

“I got you. Hmm, well how far do you live? My house is just a few blocks from here. Maybe we can go after school?” you suggested. His heart nearly stopped as he clutched the sketchbook in his hands. 

“Yeah, I live on the other side of town,” he confessed and rubbed the back of his head. “So, um, your place then,” he said with a nervous smile. He could feel sweat starting to bead on his forehead, quickly wiping it away with the sleeve of his shirt. 

“Great! Maybe you can draw me like one of your French girls,” you giggled and winked. Angelo paused and pursed his lips. 

“Uh…what?” he blinked. You chuckled. 

“Oh, I’m just being silly. It’s from the movie Titanic, one of the characters is an artist and the other says that line,” you explained. His brows furrowed. 

“Titanic…isn’t that movie like a chick-flick or something?” he asked. You laughed and gave a short nod. 

“Yeah, but I like to quote that line a lot,” you shrugged. Angelo huffed out a small laugh before he closed his sketchbook. 

“So, I’ll meet you after school then?” he asked. You grinned. 

“Yeah! How about we meet by the flag pole?” you suggested. His eyes lingered on your perfect lips before he shook his head. 

“Y-Yeah, sounds good,” he eventually replied. 

+++

Angelo kicked a few rocks as he waited for you by the flag pole. The California sun baked the earth below, the sweat of his pits soaking through his white shirt as he silently cursed. 

“Hey!” your voice called. He whipped his head around as he went to lean on the pole…only to miss it by a few inches. Angelo cursed as he stumbled before quickly catching himself. “Oh my gosh! Are you okay?” you gasped. He cleared his throat as he straightened his spine. 

“Y-Yeah! I’m great,” he said, successfully leaning against the pole this time. You looked even better out in the sunlight, your clothes perfectly hugging your body as he drank you in. You stopped just a few feet away from him, your perfume filling his nostrils as he took a deep whiff. 

“Are you ready to head out?” you asked as you held the straps of your backpack. Angelo blinked several times before giving a quick nod. 

“Yep, good to go,” he spoke quickly, a faint blush still dusting his cheeks. You offered him a gentle smile before the two of you began to walk towards your home. Silence remained between the two of you, the sounds of birds chirping and cars passing by filling the empty space. “So, uh, what’s your favorite episode of A-Chan Days?” Angelo spoke up, quietly cursing as his voice cracked in the middle of his sentence. You hummed and pursed your lips, Angelo’s thoughts quickly wandering to how good it would feel to kiss your soft, luscious mouth. 

“Hmm, I think the episode where Akiri’s brother is caught wearing a girl’s school uniform was pretty funny,” you giggled. Your response broke him away from his thoughts, taking a few moments for him to process your words. 

“Hm? Um, yeah, that was hilarious,” he chuckled. The two of you paused at a crosswalk, your hands nearly brushing against one another as Angelo bit the inside of his cheek. The urge to hold your hand overwhelmed him, his mind racing with the scenario of the two of you walking on the beach, your hands intertwined with each other as you giggled and laughed. 

“How about you?” you suddenly asked, the sign blinking for both of you to walk forward. Angelo shook his head. 

“What about me?” he replied as you two walked across the street. You giggled again, your hair dancing in the wind. 

“What’s your favorite A-Chan Days episode?” you questioned. Oh man, where to even begin? 

“Well, I think the series is pretty top tier overall. It has comedy, drama…overall a perfect slice-of-life, y’know?” he said with a smirk. “I think it would be unfair to choose a favorite out of all of them,” Angelo added. You grinned as the two of you approached a set of condos. 

“I can see that,” you replied, your hand brushing over his. A spark of glee flashed through him as his heart skipped a beat. “Well, here we are,” you hummed as you rounded the corner. Angelo gazed at your home, a nice condo with several colorful yard decorations out front. 

“Cute,” he murmured with a small smile. The two of you headed inside, the cool air a nice reprieve from the blazing heat outside. Angelo looked around, the walls decorated with family pictures and some of your artwork. He leaned closer, admiring a drawing you created of a vase of flowers. He knew you were an artist, but he didn’t realize you were this talented. 

“Oh, that’s a piece I made for an art show a few years ago,” you said as you set your backpack down. Angelo smiled as he did the same. 

“I hope you won. You’re-You’re really talented,” he said, his cheeks starting to flush pink again. You gave a sheepish smile and rubbed your neck. 

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you to say,” you grinned. Angelo beamed, his whole face starting to grow hotter by the second. “Oh! Would you like anything to drink? We have water, some soda, milk,” you began to list off drinks. 

“You got any Mountain Dew?” he asked. Your eyes lit up as you nodded. 

“Mhm! Go on ahead and find a seat, I’ll be right back,” you said as you shuffled into the kitchen. Angelo smiled, imagining you in a sweet, little apron as you went to fetch his drink. How cute you would be, getting him pizza rolls and Mountain Dew while he played games on his computer. He blinked and quickly shook his head before finding a seat on the couch. He heard you crack open a can before stepping back into the living room. Angelo noticed the sway of your hips as you walked, his chest overwhelmed with a fluttering feeling as sat beside him. His breath hitched as he shakily took the soda from you. 

“T-Thanks,” he murmured and took a sip, the cool, bubbly liquid rushing down his throat as he gulped. He sighed and set it down on a coaster nearby. You rubbed your hands over your legs before patting them in a steady rhythm. 

“So, I was thinking that maybe we could go out to the back patio and draw? I can pose first if you want,” you offered with that soft smile of yours. Angelo hummed and gave a small nod, his heart beating wildly at the chance to actually draw you. But wait…what if he totally fucked it up? What if he makes your nose too big or eyes too far apart? What if, what if- “Angelo? You okay?” you asked with concern woven into your features. He blinked. 

“Huh? Y-Yeah, the patio sounds good,” he cleared his throat and picked up his soda again, taking a few big swigs. “So, uh, shall we?” Angelo asked as he held his hand out. The second you met his gaze and slipped your hand into his own, he felt his knees nearly knock together. He gave you a nervous smile, and while he was afraid you would find his hands too hot and clammy, his fears were pacified as you gave it a gentle squeeze. “L-Lead the way,” he nodded. After grabbing your all’s art supplies, you lead him to the back of your home. His eyes drifted down your body, from your shoulders all the way down to your swaying ass. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. 

“Here we are!” you sang in a happy tone as you slid the door open. Angelo looked up to see a shaded, concrete patio with vivid furniture perched at every corner. He slid into a chair adjacent to the swinging bench, his hands trembling against his sketchbook. 

“I guess I’ll, um, draw you like a French girl or something,” he snorted as he opened up his book. You giggled and adjusted yourself on the bench, your body swaying with the furniture as you laid on your side. His breath hitched when he saw your breasts push together, your cleavage showing past the collar of your shirt. 

“How’s this?” you asked as you laid an arm on your other side, your knees slightly curling up as you gave him a relaxed smile. Angelo fought the urge to bite his lip as he covered his crotch with his sketchbook. 

“Uh, you’re fine-I mean, your pose is fine,” he mentally slapped himself as his leg began to bounce. You chuckled softly - God, he could endlessly listen to that sound on repeat. Angelo licked his lips as he set his drink aside and took a deep breath. “Right, guess I’ll start,” he said and flipped over to a blank page. He slapped his hand on his knee to make him stop bouncing his leg. He inhaled sharply through his nose before putting the pencil to his paper. Angelo began to draw an oblong shape before tracing cross-like lines over where your ‘face’ would be. He slightly poked his tongue out as you breathed, your chest rising and falling. Angelo felt the tip of his ears burn as he desperately tried to not solely focus on your breasts, his grip on his pencil growing tight. 

“Do you like any other anime besides A-Chan Days?” you suddenly asked. He paused his sketching before humming softly. 

“Well, I like the classics, y’know?” he replied as he began to draw the outline of your body. “Trigun, Cowboy Bebop, Yu Yu Hakusho,” Angelo rambled off a few as he drew the curve of your hip. “How about you? You said you like Studio Ghibli, right?” he asked, shifting his gaze between you and the paper. You smiled and moved to scratch your chin. 

“Yep! I love Kiki’s Delivery Service, I actually cosplayed as her at Anime Expo last year,” your eyes lit up. He nearly pushed his graphite into the page, his mind wandering to the image of you in a cute witch outfit. 

“That’s…that’s cool,” he said with a small grin, resuming his drawing. 

“Have you ever cosplayed before?” you asked as he traced out the shapes for your feet and hands. His brows knit together. 

“Nah, I’ve also never been to a convention,” he shrugged before taking another sip of his Mountain Dew. You nodded slowly, your knee sliding down ever so slightly. 

“It’s a lot of fun. Maybe we can go together sometime,” you grinned. His eyes widened as he nearly dropped his sketchbook. 

“You…you want to go to a convention? With me?” Angelo gawked. You giggled. 

“Of course! I love going to conventions, especially with friends,” you beamed. He felt like he was walking on air right now. You just called him your friend. His dopey grin remained as he finished the outline of your body, thoughts of the two of you cosplaying and walking around the convention together filling him with a sense of bliss. 

“Yeah, that’ll be fun,” he said, sharing your grin. The rest of the evening was filled with the two of you sharing banter and laughs. It wasn’t long before he cracked his knuckles and stretched his arms above his head. 

“Can I see?” you asked curiously as you took a sip of water. Angelo tensed, his shoulders arching against his neck as he sucked in a sharp breath. 

“U-Um, I-I don’t think it’s…” his voice trailed off as his gaze fell into his lap. You cooed and got up from your seat, sitting in the chair beside him. 

“Hey, it’s okay. I promise I won’t judge,” you reassured him. Angelo gulped, his heart hammering against his sternum as he slowly turned the sketchbook over. Your eyes widened as you gasped. “Oh wow-I love it,” you smiled sweetly as you looked it over. Angelo’s eyes grew wide as his jaw nearly dropped. 

“Y-You do?” he asked with a hopeful smile. He drank in your bright grin as he looked between you and the drawing. “You don’t think it’s too stylized do you?” he said with a wary look in his eyes. You glanced up, sliding the sketchbook back into his hands. 

“I think it being stylized is what makes it so unique. Mr. Garcia might care about something looking ‘realistic’, but I think you’re really talented,” you said. Your praise made a small giggled bubble up from his throat as he gave you a wide grin. 

“T-Thanks, (Y/N),” he said. You gave a small nod before he closed his book. “I, uh, I guess I should get going. Don’t want my mom to worry,” Angelo spoke quickly as he shoved his sketchbook into his beaten-up backpack. Your smile faltered a bit, the sun having dipped past the horizon as the sound of crickets hummed through the humid air. 

“Right, I don’t want to keep you,” you said as you stood up and dusted off your pants. Angelo wanted to stay, more than anything.  He wanted to hold you and kiss you, to see the rest of your home. To be buried in your sweet, tight-

“Um, are you hungry? My parents are out of town, but I have some leftovers,” you offered. Angelo grunted as he nearly slapped himself. 

“Keep it together, Dalton,” he hissed internally. 

“Uh…I got a thing,” he lied through his teeth as he slung his backpack over his bony shoulder. You gave an understanding smile as you led him back into your home. 

“Well, it was good seeing you. We should hang out like this more often,” you said, your hand gracing his lower back as you showed him to the door. Angelo shuddered at the simple contact of your palm against his shirt. 

“Y-Yeah, definitely,” he said, his eyes falling back to your lips. He swiped his tongue over his braces before biting the inside of his cheek. “S-See ya later, I guess,” Angelo mumbled. His eyebrows shot up when he felt your lips caress his cheek, his heart nearly stopping then and there. You chuckled and bit your lip as you pulled back, his heartbeat hammering in his ears. 

“See you later, Angelo,” you said. He felt frozen to the floor, his legs refusing to move as he clumsily felt for the doorknob. 

“R-Right. See ya,” he stammered before nearly falling face-first onto the front porch. Angelo stumbled out onto the pavement, his feet carrying him forward but his mind far from where he walked. He couldn’t believe it - the most creative, smart, and kind girl in school just kissed his cheek! He waited for you to close the door before he pumped his fist into the air. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” he grinned and slammed his fists towards the sky. To say he was giddy on the bus ride home would’ve been an understatement. He couldn’t wipe the grin from his face, his mom immediately taking notice as he stepped inside. 

“Hi Angie! How was school today?” she asked, looking up from her magazine. He sighed softly as he kicked off his shoes. 

“Good, great,” he shrugged with that dopey grin of his. His mom smiled and glanced at him through her readers. 

“I made you your favorite - meatloaf and mac and cheese. I figured you’d be hungry after drawing your girlfriend today,” she hummed. He paused, his face turning a bright shade of red. 

“M-Mom! She’s not my girlfriend,” he huffed with a prominent pout. She giggled. 

“Oops, I’m sorry, honey. I just assumed,” his mom sighed. He grumbled as he slipped into the kitchen to heat up leftovers, the feeling of your kiss against his cheek still lingering after all this time. The rest of the night was a blur, eating dinner, trying (and failing) to do his homework, and slipping into bed. Angelo tossed and turned, his mind reeling with the thought of your tender kiss. He bit his lip as he turned on his lamp and jumped out of bed. He flipped open his sketchbook, turning to the page with the drawing of you on it. 

His leg bounced beneath his desk as he turned to the next page. The image of you in a more…suggestive pose flashed through his mind. He gulped, desire growing deep within his stomach as he began to draw. He panted heavily as he thought about you in full detail - the swell of your breasts, the curves of your hips...that sacred space between your beautiful thighs. Angelo swallowed thickly as he gazed at the naked picture before him, a familiar tightness growing in his pants as he cursed under his breath. 

“Damnit,” he groaned, biting his lip before dipping his hand beneath his boxers. 

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Angelo was so busy trying to pry a book from his messy, stuffed locker that he didn’t even realize that T-Bone was looming behind him. 

“Well well, what do we have here? Fancy yourself an artist, huh?” the taller man smirked as he plucked his sketchbook from his bag. 

“H-Hey!” Angelo whined as he whipped his head around. T-Bone snorted as he flipped through the pages, scanning over the countless images of characters from A-Chan Days. “Give it back!” Angelo said before T-Bone raised it above his head. 

“Nah, something tells me you’ve got something good in here,” he snickered. Angelo jumped helplessly before T-Bone turned his back to him. He froze when his bully made a small grunt. “Well if it isn’t (Y/N) - au natural,” T-Bone laughed loudly. A few students nearby began to perk their heads up and look their way. 

“S-Shut up. That’s private y’know!” Angelo sneered as his face turned cherry red. And then his heat nearly dropped into his ass when he saw you walk around the corner. T-Bone glanced up, his smirk deepening as he waved at you. 

“Hey, (Y/N)! I’ve got a surprise for-” his eyes widened when Angelo rushed him, slamming him against the lockers. It all seemed to happen in slow motion - the sketchbook falling out of T-Bone’s hands and sliding over to your feet. A mortified squeak rose from Angelo’s throat when he watched your eyes widen. 

“NO!” he screamed internally as your jaw dropped. Angelo scrambled over without thinking, sputtering out a mess of apologies and obscenities as he snatched his book. There was no going back - you saw it, saw the result of his perversion for you. 

“Angelo?” you finally spoke. He couldn’t look you in the eye, his entire body covered in goosebumps as he clutched the book to his chest. Before he could speak, he heard you sniffle. 

“(Y/N), wait!” he called out and reached for you. But it was too late - you were already rushing down the hall with your face buried in your hands. He felt a bitter taste wash over his mouth as he snarled at T-Bone. 

“Aw, that’s a shame,” the larger man chuckled with a devious smirk. Before he knew it, Angelo curled his fists in T-Bone’s shirt and pushed him against the lockers. A girl nearby yelped as T-Bone’s eyes widened. “What are you gonna do, half-pint? Punch me? Go ahead, everyone’s watching,” he snickered. Angelo growled as he glared at the other man. 

“You selfish asshole! I finally had something going right, and if you didn’t mess with my sketchbook then-“

“Then what? You’d continue to have your little jerk-fest while (Y/N) remained in the dark?” T-Bone retorted. Angelo clenched his jaw as he screamed. 

“Shut up!” he shouted at the top of his lungs, his fists still shaking against T-Bone’s chest. He blinked in surprise when he felt a pair of hands rip him away from the bully. It was Mr. Garcia, the older man’s dark, bushy brows furrowed as his nostrils flared. 

Uh-oh. 

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Angelo sighed as he slumped in his chair. He didn’t expect detention - after all, T-Bone started it. But no, he got off the hook while Angelo was sentenced to do some time after school. The gym teacher yawned as he scrolled on his phone, the other students doing little to heed to his warnings of ‘stay put and stay quiet’.  Angelo grumbled as he ran a hand over his face, his leg incessantly bouncing beneath the rickety desk while two students made out behind him. 

Minutes seem to stretch into hours as Angelo stared at the blank page before him. He tapped his eraser against it, the scene of you running away playing in his head on an endless, torturing loop. Angelo cringed as he scratched the side of his face, his heart racing and leg bouncing even faster. God, he wanted to take it all back, to somehow rewind time so he never even drew that picture in the first place. He held his pencil in a death grip as an idea popped into his head. 

Maybe he could write an apology letter to you. 

“Yeah…yeah!” he whispered loudly. 

“Dalton, lower your voice,” the gym teacher huffed. Angelo lowered his head before he began writing down his thoughts. 

The Next Day…

Angelo’s throat felt tight when he stepped past the threshold of the art classroom. His heart thrummed in his ears when he spotted your spot at one of the long tables. Perfect: your seat was empty. He grabbed the letter from his messy backpack, the paper crinkled as he laid it on your spot. 

“Angelo?” your voice asked from behind. He tensed and slowly turned his head, his eyes widening when he saw you all dolled up in a cute dress. 

“O-Oh hey (Y/N)! I was just, uh, um-“ he fumbled with his words. Your brows furrowed as you shifted in place. “I was just, uh-“ his throat grew tight before he snatched the letter and handed it to you. Your sharp gaze softened as you took the paper, your eyes scanning the messily written text. Angelo waited with bated breath, his hands shoved into his jeans pockets as he swallowed thickly. 

He watched as your expression turned even more gentle before you looked up and took a deep breath. 

“Thank you,” you said and handed the letter back to him. His eyes lit up as he gave a vigorous nod. 

“Y-Yeah, no problem,” he said with an awkward grin. You rubbed your arm and nodded towards the smaller room reserved for ceramics. His back straightened as he looked around before following you. His hands grew clammy inside his pockets as you flicked the light on and stood mere inches away from him. 

“You didn’t show that drawing to T-Bone on purpose, right?” you whispered softly. Angelo scoffed as his eyes widened. 

“Are you kidding me? Hell no; that asshole stole my sketchbook and flipped through it,” he huffed. You nodded slowly, your breasts nearly pushing against his chest. 

“Okay,” you simply said. Angelo gulped and nodded. 

“Okay,” he breathed, his hands aching to grab your hips and pull you flush against him. A heavy quiet lingered between the two of you as you rubbed your arms. 

“Why’d you draw it?” you asked after a long, pregnant pause. He froze, his blood running cold. 

“Well, you see-I just-I-“ he balled his hands into tight fists as he took a deep breath. His eyes flicked up to meet yours before darting back down to his untied shoes. “I…I like you, like a lot,” Angelo confessed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. You raised your eyebrows before a small smile fell over your features. 

“I know,” you said with a shrug. He nearly choked on his spit. 

“Wh-You do?!” he yelped and stumbled back a bit. You giggled and nodded. 

“Yeah,” you said before tucking your bottom lip beneath your teeth. “And I…I like you, too,” you said. Angelo couldn’t believe what he was hearing, his head starting to spin as his lips curled up into a wide grin. Without a second thought, he leaned forward, his body pressed against yours as he captured your lips in a slow, tender kiss. He closed his eyes and heard you squeal as your hands fell onto his chest, his heart hammering beneath your warm palms. Angelo soon gasped and pulled back, panting heavily. 

“Shit, sorry, I-“ his voice grew muffled as you kissed him back. He blinked several times before sliding his hands down to your hips. He was completely enraptured in a state of pure bliss; the feeling of your warm, soft lips against his making something stir deep inside his chest. Angelo eventually pulled back for air, his pupils blown wide as he let out a few ragged breaths. 

“You’re incredible,” he beamed and slid his hands down to your ass. You gasped and ducked your head into the crook of his neck as he gave your bum a supple squeeze. 

“Angelo,” you laughed, your lips dancing over his pulse. 

“What is going on here?!” Mr. Garcia’s voice bellowed. You gasped as Angelo’s hands quickly fell back to his sides. He gave the teacher a sheepish smile. 

“Uh, n-nothing. We’re just talking about our project,” he stammered out. The teacher narrowed his eyes. 

“I know what I saw. Detention for the two of you after school,” the older man huffed and pointed towards the long tables. A pang of guilt stung in Angelo’s chest when he saw your smile fall. 

“Sorry,” he whispered while Mr. Garcia marched back into the main art room. His heart fluttered when you wove your fingers with his, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. 

“It’s okay,” you whispered back and kissed his cheek. He shared your smile as the two of you headed back into the main classroom. Even though he had detention again, he knew that everything would be okay. 

Because now, he had you. 

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