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⬆️Agedup!Ross x writer reader 🍋 "I want you too."

Female character! WARNING: this story will contain
•degradation
•pain kink
•bullying
•violence
•blood
•Public sex
•Overstimulation
•stalking
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High school was nothing like the musical. It was boring, soul sucking, and everyone treated you like shit.

That's why you coped with stories.

You were walking out of history, looking for your locker, when some cruel boys looked at you with a menacing smile. You knew them. They bullied you every day, calling you things like, 'book worm' or 'Edgar Allan Poe' sometimes it was 'dr Seuss.' Either way, you didn't care for the names.

But one never seemed too interested in bullying you. He..was really cute, with jet black hair, and a beanie that separated him from the rest. You liked him so much, you couldn't hold yourself from writing some...'interesting stuff.'

I mean, what were you supposed to do, you couldn't help yourself! after all, it's not like anyone would be reading it, but...

Just then after finishing a paragraph, The one in the green hoodie grabbed your shoulders from behind with great force, as the shorter boy with a sweater pointed at your chest."Whatcha writing? Wanna share, ink-face?" He mocked, looking at your book. "No thank you." You simply replied with, your head hung low.

They've bullied you before, in fact, you were their favorite victim. Every day, they would either shove you in the hallway, trip you in a class, or sometimes even worse. This was one of those occasions.

As Robert was holding you in place, Roy kicked you in the stomach, and pulled your hair. You didn't feel bad, which is why they felt so compelled to bully you.

They always wanted to see what 'made you tick.'

Roy told Robert to let go, and then pushed you to the floor.
You didn't even try to get up.
Roy got a hold of you punching you until you bled, with a giggle.

"Gonna say anything, paper-slate?" You looked at him with a blank bruised face.
"Still giving us the silent treatment, huh?"

He grabbed your note book.

Fuck. He grabbed. Your. Notebook.

He turned to the page about you and Ross, with an intrigued look on his face. As as he turned the pages, his face began to flush, gradually, until he finished what was written, and threw it over your head, for Ross to read.

And when he finished the story, he hid himself in his beanie, like you did with your hair.

The bell rang.

He got off of you, as Robert and Roy left the scene, you looked over at Ross, who was staring right back.

"Nice story."

You both locked in a stare, until you decided to leave the halls.

But as you were starting to get up, ross picked you up by the shirt collar, slamming you onto a locker.

"Wanted a turn?" You looked up at him with tired eyes, when he replied with "kind of." He held your head up by the chin, and connected his lips to yours deeply.

Your eyes widened, as you eased into the kiss. He released his grip on your shirt, letting you stand, as his hand roamed around your back, running through your hair before giving it a yank.

Without thinking, you mumbled into the kiss, causing Ross to let go.

Shit.
His lids raised. "You...you like that sorta thing?" His head cocked to the side. "Yes!I-I mean no...maybe?

His lips curved upward. "Come here." He intertwined his hand with yours, and walked you to an empty classroom.

"About your story...how does it end? What happens next?" He questioned sincerely. "I dunno, really. It was just off the top of my head." You nervously smiled, rubbing the back of your neck.