𝚃𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙳𝚞𝚖𝚋 [Yandere HxH High school AU]

𝖭𝗈 𝖠𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝖮𝖿 𝖠𝗇𝗍𝗂 𝖣𝖾𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖬𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖶𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀

TW: SMUT, making out, fingering, kinda public? Y'all are doing it in the storage closet (Ik romantic) a lil out of character, Feitans like DEAD silent, reader wears skirt, hickies, Feitan finds clit on ACCIDENT bc I think it's funny, lil bit of spitting onto Feitans hand, Rushed bc I can't do this anymore. Lowkey bad bc I can't stand straight sex. I'll start sticking with straight making out cause it makes me wanna kms less.

1st Person POV:

Feitan was currently driving me to the mall while blasting Caramelldansen bc he's chill like that. I'm still surprised he wanted to work with me that badly.

"We're close," Feitan spoke up. (foreshadowing the smut?)

"Is that an Edgar Allen Poe bobble head," I asked in excitement. He just looked at me for a second then nodded.

"Where'd you get it from," I asked, playing with the bobble head.

"Stole it. I steal one for you, if want," Feitan offered.

"You're so real for that, King. That's really what I need right now," I tell him.

As we pull up to the mall, Feitan does a half-assed job at parking.

"Really," I ask him, pointing to his car that took up 2 spots.

"Shut up," Feitan replies, grabbing my arm.

He led me to the store, texting his manager.

"Feitan, stock up the band shirts," his manager demanded.

"Bitch."

"WHAT'D YOU CALL ME?"

Anyways...

"And you must be, (Name)? I'm Anita. Feitan told me you'd like to apply," Anita asked.

"Um, yeah. Unless you're busy," I ask, trying to see Feitan go back to the stock closet.

"Mk, so..."

After she interviewed me, she went the talk some things over with the other workers.

"(Name), I'm sorry to bother you, but your twink boy toy is taking so much time in the storage and he's the only one who brought the storage key today. Could you check on him," Anita asked me.

"Um, sure," I reply.

"If he's smoking a fat blunt, join him or ignore him," the other worker joked.

!!PAST THIS POINT WILL BE SMUT!!

Knocking on the storage door, I waited for Feitan's answer.

"Come in," Feitan answered, opening the door just enough that I could get in.

Damn, he must be doing sum hard shit if he's acting this weird.

"Hey, Anita just wanted me to check up on you," I tell him.

"Need help reaching shirts," Feitan replies, looking mad deep into my eyes, like a blue-eyed person. He pointed to the top shelf and signaled that he was gonna give me a boost.

"Are you serious? Of course you can reach that," I reply, walking towards the shelf.

"Get up," he interrupts, squatting down.

Dramatic ass.

I sat up on his shoulder; his arms holding me by my thighs.

There's not even anything up here?