Mixed Emotions || Gene x reader

A Heated Morning

*hawt emoji smut incoming*

When the sudden realization that your intimate moment with Gene was only a dream dawned on you, you began to weep. Everything had felt so real, so wonderful, so... perfect. Nothing could ever give you the same feeling as being in his loving arms.

As you silently cried, you faintly heard a voice echo from downstairs. That was strange. You lived alone. Maybe your cousin, Sun Emoji, had come for a surprise visit?

After pulling yourself together, you made your way down and followed the voice to the bathroom. The door was cracked open so you slowly walked in. What you saw almost made you faint on the spot.

There was Gene, humming to the tune of generic pop song #19654, with nothing on but a flimsy towel haphazardly wrapped around his body. Upon hearing you enter, he turned and flashed you a warm smile.

"I see you're finally awake. Did you sleep well?" he asked and stepped toward you. You forced yourself to look away from the towel and make eye contact, trying to fight back the blush forming on your cheeks.

"Uh, yeah, I guess. But how did you get in my house?" you asked rather timidly. Gene stared at you with an unreadable expression, most likely wondering how clueless you could possibly be.

"Don't you remember? I took you home last night and we were just about to have sex when you suddenly blacked out. I got worried and took you back to your house, which I found thanks to a friend of yours. But I didn't want to leave you by yourself so I decided to sleep over for the night on the couch," he explained. You attempted to process this new piece of information, but was still confused. Why did you randomly black out for no reason? Wasn't there a voice shaming you for your weird fetishes? What "friend"was Gene talking about? You didn't even have any friends. And why did he not want to leave you by yourself? You pushed aside these nagging questions in your mind and guessed it was just the way the world worked.

"But I thought last night was just some strange dream," you wondered in disbelief. Gene shook his head.

"Nope. It was as real as the fidget spinner craze," he said with a quirky smile and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. He placed his other hand on your rightmost point, rubbing it ever so gently. Your eyes fluttered closed and you relaxed, leaning against his perfectly round body.

"Do you wanna continue where we left off, babe?" he whispered sensually. God, that voice. You were a goner now. You eagerly nodded and he grinned.

The meh emoji lifted you up bridal style and made his way upstairs, being careful not to let you slip out of his arms. Once in your bedroom, he placed you on the bed and hungrily pressed his lips against yours. His hands made their way down your body, exploring every curve and crevice. You moaned into his mouth, each touch sending a burning spark to your nether regions.

Gene must have felt this too, as the bulge under his towel was undeniable. It brushed against you, only making you more and more excited. He took notice of this and chuckled lowly, pressing two of his fingers against your soaking clit.

"You're so wet for me," he purred and, without warning, slipped them inside, causing you to gasp.

"Oh, Gene, please...," you whimpered and stared down at him with half-lidded eyes. The emoji slowly began to finger your sensitive spot, and you moaned even louder. Each erotic noise that left your mouth gave him more motivation to tease you even more, eventually adding two more fingers into the mix.

Just as you were about to near your climax, he stopped and threw his towel to the ground. Wasting no time, he positioned himself before your entrance then looked up at you for consent.

"D-do you have a condom?" you asked shyly. Gene shook his head.

"No, but I'll pull out before anything happens," he responded with confidence. However, this didn't stop you from being nervous. Not only did he not have a condom, you were, much to your embarrassment, a virgin.

"O-okay... but please be gentle. It's my first time," you said in a hushed voice with shame laced in your tone.

"Don't be ashamed, babe. It was all our first times at one point in our lives. I'll be as gentle as possible. Trust me," he pecked you on the lips to reassure you.

"Alright. I trust you, Gene," you reluctantly consented. The emoji beamed at you and, with slow and gentle movements, inched himself inside of you. As soon as he was fully in, a sharp pain shot through your core. You held back tears and he stopped.

"You okay?" he asked with concern.

"Y-yeah," you managed to say. As soon as the pain wore off, you nodded. "Keep going."

And so, Gene, the emoji of your dreams, pounded you into a land of pleasure and pure bliss that fateful morning. Little did you know that that was only the first experience of what was sure to be one hell of a emojitional rollercoaster ride.

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I hate myself.