So, as y'all know, I've made a very very terrible decision. I WROTE A HORRENDOUS STORY, AND POSTED IT... And again, I'm very sorry about that. Anyway, I wanted to rewrite it bc I feel like I let y'all down with that story.
Soo, this was requested by Annalisa554984, and again, I'm sorry for the first story, so here's a rewrite. Oh and I changed some of the names.
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Warnings: Blowjob, anal sex, fingering, teasing, begging, crying from pleasure, homophobia, size kink. hm, I think that's all, but lmk if I should add anything that y'all feel like should be a warning.
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"What the hell, Angelica!?" I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"What?" She said, rather bratty.
"You know exactly what, you told everyone I was gay!" I yell, causing her to jump back a little.
"Well, that's your fault!" She huffed, crossing her arms.
"My fault!?" I scoff, "How could it possibly my fault!"
"You wasted my time." She said, shrugging. "We were 'dating' for 4 months, and you didn't kiss, or fuck me."
"Well I'm sorry your such a deprived slut. And don't you dare say I wasted your time, because you know damn well you were fucking other people." I say, taking a deep breath.
She rolls her eyes, smirking. "Oh well." She shrugs again, walking out of the empty classroom I pulled her in.
I sighed, my tongue swiping against my bottom lip.
I sighed, walking out of the classroom with my head down.
I must've had bumped into someone or something because I kinda bounced back, and heard a thud.
"Shit, I'm sorry—" I say, my head swinging up.
My eyes widened as I seen the rather small boy on the ground. He looked up at me with his big, brown eyes, and I could've melted right there on the stop.
My eyes scanned his small frame, and I bit my bottom lip.
He had one of those striped tops on, (idk what they're called, y'all bare with me), with some jeans.
His glasses were a little crooked, which made him look way cuter.
His face was a little freckled also.
My eyes snapped back up to his face after I seen him fix his glasses.
"Oh shit, right," I say, holding my hand out for him to take. "My bad," I say, smiling as he takes my hand.
"No worries," he smiles, looking up at me.
I chuckle as I look down, "You're quite small, hm?" I tease, and I see him blush.
"Wha-" he says, "Am not!" He huffed, crossing his arms.
"Dude, your like 5'1." I chuckle, and he rolls his eyes.
"It's not my fault your like 8 feet tall." He giggled, which made me smile.
"I'm actually 6'4," I say, giving him a pat on his head.
He snickers, smiling with teeth.
I blushed, looking at the blue braces on his seemingly perfect teeth.
He quickly closed his mouth with a nervous chuckle.
"Hey, you look cute in braces." I say, my eyes widening at my words.
