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Synopsis; in which the popular footballer geto grows tired of your bitchy bratty attitude and decides to make your little cheerleader self sing a different 'cheer' for him.
Pairings; footballer geto x cheerleader reader (collage au)
CW¡¡;Porn with some plot? smut, degrading, choking, slapping, oral, praising, squirting, overstimulation, slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex (make sure y'all safe out there) risky places; girls locker room, rough sex, creampie, fluff (towards the end) somewhat mean suguru, slut activities and overall pure filth.
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You were the head cheerleader for geto's football team, always displaying yourself with the iconic skimpy uniform of yours that barely covered anything. Always throwing yourself at the members of the football team once the game was over, either stroking their ego after they win a match. Making sure to flash whoever the footballer was a sluttry smile while caressing their arm or consoling them after losing a match.
Telling them how'd it was just bad luck or murmuring sweet encouragements as you embrace them.
"You'll get them next time" You always said-
Oh what a slut you were, geto always thought as he watched from the sidelines. Watching as you talked inaudibly to the boy. Despite the fact he was too far to hear the actual conversation, he already knew because of the telling fact as you grabbed the footballers hand and began to lead him off somewhere else, he knew you yet again successfully seduced one of his teammates that was dumb enough to fall for your siren call.
The locker rooms were right across the hallways from each others. So as geto made his way to the boys locker room, he stopped and a slight grimace of disgust grew on his face as he watched both you and his teammate walk out of the locker room he was heading Into.
Oh how glad he was that he didn't make it there sooner-
He watched as his teammate walked with a lazy dopey smile, his teammate giving him a slight pat on the shoulder as he walks pass. Geto causally brushes his shoulder off and his eyes drift back to you, watching as you wipe the corners of your mouth before smoothing out the disheveled state of your uniform.
