( a/n !! )
HEY HEY HEY !! here's me again after a month, i was depressed as shit but i have to upload more jesus x mr.clean content for my little skibidi sigmas
( there's like aughh two of you - )
OKAY SO i think we left off after a very 🏳️🌈 makeout session
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over the past few weeks, jesus and mr.clean hadn't spoken to eachother - both nervous and non-familliar to this new feeling between them.
ashamed, even, of their gayness.
mr.clean sits in his classroom, listening to mr.kai cenat teaching a class about mewing - something he learnt how to do long ago.
he impatiently taps his pen onto the surface of the wooden desk, glancing at his watch with a soft huff.
20 more minutes of class.
his mind starts to drift to the day at his church, remembering how jesus' lips felt against his, how their hands moved eachother's bodies.
he get's snapped out of his thoughts by the sudden raise of tone from mr.kai cenat.
' betas ! i would like of you all to shut the skibidi up so we can practice mewing. '
he announces. mr.clean glances around, seeing some of his classmates perk up in interest.
ice spice, mr.beast, caseoh, drake..
all of them were present.
reluctantly, he turns his focus to the class with a blink, waiting for mr.kai cenat to instruct.
' now.. close your lips, push your tounge to the roof of your mouth and keep it there. to test the accuracy, run your index finger along your jawline. '
mr.kai cenat instructs, showing them a visual.
the class attempts, and after a few moments of peaceful and not-so-succesful mewing, mr.kai cenat groans, glaring at caseoh.
' caseoh ! can you atleast try ?! '
he huffs in annoyance. caseoh, also known as the ' obese version of ed sheeran ' glances at him, shyly mumbling.
' kai cenat.. that's the best i can do. '
mr.kai cenat's eyes narrow at the red-haired ballsack of a kid as he speaks.
" bullshit ! you jawline's softer than your mother's breast tissue ! shut the fuck up and mew ! '
caseoh's eyes widen as he falls silent and tries again. mr.kai cenat turns to drake.
' you can make that go harder. think of something and try again. '
he impatiently says, seeing drake get lost in his thoughts.
drake daydreams about minors, his pants tightening by the second.
' DRAKE ! i meant your jawline should go hard, not that smoki of a dick ! '
drake goes bright red, glancing down at his pants.
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THAT'S IT FOR NOW.. 😭
