Group Project - Pt. 2 (Angelo Dalton x F!Reader)
Pairing: Angelo Dalton x F!Reader Category: Angst/Smut (18+) Tags/Warnings: Swearing, Male!Masturbation, Sexual Fantasies, Slow Burn, Rejection, Angelo Being an Insecure Dick, Relationship Problems Word Count: 1.8k+ Summary: After jerking off in your bathroom, Angelo has a hard time talking to you. A/N: Per request, I wrote a Part 2! I hope you enjoy! Pt. 1 <--> Pt. 3
Angelo has been avoiding you since he jerked off in your bathroom. He excused himself from your study session, saying his mom had an emergency and he had to rush home.
In reality, he wanted to stay behind. He wanted to see you, touch you. But he swallowed down his desires and fled the scene.
“God, please don’t notice,” Angelo begged whatever higher power to hide the sticky, cum-soaked panties he shoved deep inside your hamper. His leg bounced as he rode the city bus home, his chest growing tight as he gripped his jeans. “Please please,” he said through gritted teeth. It was the most excruciating ride home in his entire life.
When the bus finally pulled off near his street, he rushed out the double doors and booked it inside. He held his head down as the savory aroma of dinner filled his nose.
“Hi hon! How was your study date with (Y/N)?” his mother called from the kitchen. He froze, feeling like he was struck by lightning at the word ‘date’.
“It…it wasn’t a date, mom,” Angelo huffed and ran a hand through his neon, greasy hair. His mother cooed as she checked the meatloaf in the oven.
“I know, honey. It’s just a turn of phrase,” she shrugged. Angelo slid his backpack onto the floor and flopped onto the couch. He sighed as he smushed his face into the cushion. “Will she be coming over here at all?” Angelo’s mother asked innocently. Angelo groaned as he squeezed a pillow on his arms.
“I dunno, Ma,” he replied with a grunt. He wanted to scream into the couch cushion, his hands balled up into fists at his sides.
“Well, she’s always welcome here. Besides, I think she’d make a great friend,” his mother hummed. Friend? God, if only it were that easy. If only he had the guts to tell you how he felt. If only he had the confidence to even look you in the eye.
If only…
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“Fuck,” Angelo panted as he rutted his hips against his body pillow. He’s done everything in his power to try and forget about you, from watching his favorite anime to playing video games. But that only satiated his attention for a short while. Before he knew it, he woke up in the middle of the night with a painfully hard boner.
“Shit, (Y-Y/N),” he breathed heavily as his bed softly squeaked beneath his thrusts. His cock ached to be between your plush, gummy walls. Angelo groaned, his hips bucking against the pillow as he desperately chased his high.
“Yes, yes, yes, please,” he begged to the imaginary version of you. The one who was spread out beneath him, your pussy swallowing his dick whole as he thrusted into you with abandon. He imagined how your plush lips would curl into a perfect “o” shape as his tip hit your insides just right. How your hands would grip the sheets, your breasts bouncing with every swipe of his sharp hips.
“So perfect,” he moaned quietly. “So wet and -ah- h-hot,” Angelo panted. His balls began to feel tight as he swallowed down a loud groan, his cock twitching beneath his plaid boxers.
“Yes, (Y/N)!” he said with a sharp cry as he slammed his hips down for the final time. Angelo moaned as he came inside of his underwear, a dark stain coating his boxers as he shuddered. “Mmm, fuck yes,” he whined, his hands curled against his blanket as he caught his breath. Angelo slowly opened his eyes, his vision slightly blurry as he drifted down from his sweet release.
He blinked a few times before he felt a few drops trickle onto the back of his hands.
“Tears?” he muttered as they dropped down his cheeks. He sniffed and wiped his eyes.
“God, don’t be so pathetic,” he hissed to himself as the tears continued to trickle down his face. “She’s just a classmate,” Angelo sighed…though deep down, he knew he wanted you to be more.
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Angelo sat alone in the corner of the cafeteria, just like he always had. He nibbled on his sandwich while glowering at the cliques perched at their tables. Goths, jocks, artists - groups he absolutely despised...yet quietly yearned for their sense of camaraderie. He blinked when someone suddenly stepped in front of him, his eyes trailing up a perfect pair of legs before he met your gaze.
“Hi,” you beamed. Angelo gulped, his cheeks heating up.
“H-Hey,” he tried to say nonchalantly. He didn't miss how your group of friends (including T-Bone) all gawked at you. Angelo felt so small beneath their unwavering gaze.
“Mind if I sit?” you asked and gestured to the empty spot beside him. He raised his brow as his heart fluttered.
“Uh, yeah I guess,” he shrugged, internally kicking himself for his bluntness. Your smile remained as you drifted down like an angel before sliding next to him. His heart pounded at your closeness, his hands fidgeting in his lap.
“Is your mom okay?” you asked in your soft, sweet voice.
“What?” Angelo asked. You paused and tucked some hair behind your ear.
“You said there was an emergency,” you replied. He mentally facepalmed himself.
“Y-Yeah, she’s alright,” he muttered. You gave a slow nod, your knees pulled up to your perfect chest. He tried to not inhale the sweet scent of your perfume, the urge to dive his mouth against your neck overwhelming him.
“So, hey,” you began and laid your delicate fingertips against his knee. Angelo almost choked at your contact, his eyes locked on your ruby red nail polish. “After finals, T-Bone’s throwing a party. You’re welcome to come,” you said softly. Angelo saw your friends smirking and giggling to themselves. He scoffed.
“I don’t need any favors from you,” he spat and shifted his legs away. You frowned, your hand falling back to your lap.
“Nonono idiot what are you doing?!” he internally screamed at himself.
“It’ll be a smaller group,” you reassured him. Angelo couldn’t meet your gaze as he played with a ball of lint on the ground. “Just a casual party,” you smiled and went to hold his arm. Angelo jolted away as he scowled.
“Like I said, I don’t need your favors. I don’t need your charity. You think because you’re so popular you can just invite people like me? Think again,” he spat. His heart ached when your brows furrowed and shoulders sagged.
“Oh, okay,” you said. He tensed as you rose to your feet.
“Wait, (Y/N)…I-“ his voice died as he watched your eyes grow misty.
“I thought you were my friend,” your voice cracked before turning away. Angelo let out a strangled groan.
“Stop her, idiot!” his internal voice screamed. He watched as you rushed back to your group of friends. T-Bone happily let you slide into his lap, his bulky arms wrapping around you as he comforted you.
“Damnit,” he cursed under his breath and tugged on his shirt.
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You had been more professional around Angelo, not that he blamed you. What with him acting like a total jackass and all.
You didn’t approach him in the lunchroom after that day, instead sticking close to T-Bone and your group of friends. Even during your study sessions, you would act more stern.
“I think this is a great way to conclude our presentation,” you spoke as you pointed at the computer screen. The two of you were squished in a small cubicle in the school library. He wanted to say something, anything, but all he’s been doing is nodding along and agreeing with everything you said.
All he needed was an opening…
“Anything you’d like to add?” you asked as you tapped your pencil against your notebook. Angelo’s swallowed thickly.
“Uh, yeah,” he cleared his throat. “Am I…still invited to the party?” the man asked with a slight grimace. You pursed your lips, finally a break in your professional demeanor.
“Are you sure you want to go? There’ll be people like me there,” you said while straightening some papers. Angelo winced and looked around.
“Look,” he said while leaning closer. “I was a complete ass for what I said to you. I…I’ve never really had friends before and just thought you were inviting me out of sympathy,” the man sighed and rubbed at his green hair. “I guess what I’m trying to say is…sorry?” he offered with a reluctant grin.
You paused before a small smile made its way over your features.
“Sorry is a start,” you said with a cute grin. Angelo exhaled with relief, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
“Yeah, yeah!” he beamed before the librarian shushed him. The two of you shared a quiet laugh, his heart melting at seeing your smile again.
“Sorry for being such a dick,” he rubbed his arm. You grinned and shook your head.
“It’s okay,” you paused. “And for what it’s worth, I’d still like to have you as a friend,” you said and rested your hand over his. Angelo had to hold back a gasp as you gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Y-Yeah, totally. Friends,” he breathed and gulped. His gaze met yours as his chest heaved. “So uh…what’s going to be at this party?” he asked as your hand slipped away. He took a sip of his soda, tilting his head back.
“Oh you know, chips, dips, chains, whips,” you shrugged. Angelo gagged and coughed. You giggled and rubbed his back. “Sorry, didn’t mean to make you choke,” you said. He waved his hand rapidly.
“You’re fine,” he said in a strained voice. He coughed into his hand a few more times and pumped his fist against his chest. Angelo cleared his throat.
“There’s not gonna be, you know…actual chains and whips, right?” he said with rosy red cheeks. You giggled, the sound making the tips of his ears burn.
“Nah, just a group of us reckless heathens hanging out,” you beamed warmly. “But there will be some games. Truth or dare, spin the bottle…seven minutes in heaven,” you said with a cheeky grin. Angelo’s eyes widened.
“R-Really?” he breathed with a spark of hope in his voice. You hummed and nodded, your beautiful eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.
“Mhm. It’ll be fun,” you grinned and nudged his arm with your elbow. You threw him a wink, which made his heart nearly stop.
“O-Oh, yeah, super fun,” he smiled nervously. Fuck, he wanted to kiss you so badly right now. Your lip gloss had a nice shimmer under the lights of the library, your pretty, plump lips looking so delectable.
“Alright, I’ll see you at seven on Saturday then?” you asked gently. Angelo vigorously nodded his head.
“Seven,” he repeated as he gave you an awe-struck look.
Holy shit, he was going to a party!
“Yeah, I’ll be there," he said with a dopey grin.
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Thank you for reading!💜
Side Note: Part 3 is still in the works, but I plan on posting it sometime in the next few weeks.
