Beyblade Burst/Evolution/Turbo x Fem!Reader Smuts

Fetish ~ Quon Limon x Reader

You got a fetish for my love.

You were currently sitting at your desk, tapping your pencil.

Your best friend, Quon Limon, was a nice boy. He made you smile, laugh, and even cuddled you when you were down.

But all that changed. Ever since a new girl named Gina Appleton came to town, Quon was distant.

You'd always catch him hanging around her and it annoyed you, so badly.

You had a huge crush on Quon, but of course he doesn't know.

Besides, Gina seemed like one of those petty girls, anyway. I mean, she did trip you in the hallway.

You shook your head and continued to tap your pencil.

Across the room, you could see Quon drawing something in his notebook.

You sighed as the bell rang.

You picked up your books and walked out of the classroom.

When you got to your locker, you forcefully opened it, only for the swinging door to be suddenly stopped.

You look beside you and notice the skateboard, then turn back to your locker.

Hey, Y/N. Quon says.

Hey. You say, kind of angrily.

You wanna hang out after school? Quon asks. Gina's on a-

You slam your locker shut and proceed to walk to your final class.

Quon runs up beside you.

What was that for? Quon asks.

So now that Gina isn't here, then you want to start hanging out with me? You ask.

Quon looks at you.

We're friends, Y/N. Quon says. What're you talking about? We always hang out!

Two months have passed since our last hangout, Quon. You say. Besides I have other things to do.

You don't have anything to do! Quon says. You're lying.

No thanks, Quon. You continue. Go get Gina to hangout with you when she comes back.

Y/N-

I said no thanks! You scream.

Quon flinches and you turn and continue on to your next class.

- 2 Hours Later -

You are doing your math homework, when there is a knock on the door.

You jump up from the table and answer it.

I push you out and you'll come right back.

It's Quon.

What do you want? You ask.

Can I come in? Quon asks.

You groan and let him in.

What do you want? You ask, putting emphasis on "you".

To hangout again. Quon says.

Didn't I-

Y/N, I like you. Quon says.

Don't see a point in blaming you

Your eyes grow wide in surprise.

Quon looks up at you.

You make me feel a certain kind of way. Quon says. Whenever I'm with you, I just feel-

Turned on? You ask chuckling.

Quon blushes and looks down.

Yeah. He replies. He looks up again and steps closer to you.

All of a sudden, you feel Quon pick you up and he takes you to your room.

Quon places you on top of your bed and starts to kiss you.

He then trails his tongue down to your neck and starts to kiss it. You, however, would have a lot of explaining to do to your parents in the morning.

Quon gently takes off your shirt and your pants, before taking his own clothes off.

You're so pretty. Quon says. I feel as if we do this, you might break or something.

But I'm not. You say. You kiss him and he kisses back, before taking off your bra and panties.

I'm so lucky to finally do this with you. Quon mutters.

If I were you, I'd do me too.

You smile. You loved it when he muttered, it turned you on.

Quon takes his boxers off and teases you with his member.

You slide one of your legs up and down, telling Quon to just stick it in already.

Quon smirks.

You ready? Quon asks. Once I'm in, I'm not pulling back out. Except for when I cum, of course.

You nod.

Quon places himself into you and you scream in pain, crying.

It hurt. Badly.

Quon sees this and kisses each one of your tears.

Don't cry, baby. He says. I'm going to treat you just fine.

You smile.

A few minutes later and the pain slowly goes away. It is pleasure now, and you want Quon to speed up a bit.

Quon, could you go a bit faster? You ask, in between moans.

Quon smiles and nods. He quickly speeds up, a bit of sweat dripping onto his nose.

You scratch his back and he smirks.

How are you so good? You basically moan.

It's my dirty little secret. Quon whispers. He then pulls out of you and cums all over your sheets.

Quon!

Sorry! Quon says. How about we wash these before your parents get home?

You smile.

We could, but I'd rather keep them. It's not enough time, anyways. You say.

Quon smiles and lays down next to you, pulling the covers over the two of you.

I love you, Y/N. Quon says, placing his face into the crook of your neck.

I love you too, Quon Limon.

You got a fetish for my love.