Group Project - Pt. 1 (Angelo Dalton x F!Reader)
Pairing: Angelo Dalton x F!Reader Category: Angst/Smut (18+) Tags: M!Masturbation, Handjobs, Fantasies, Slight Incel Behavior, Social Anxiety, Swearing Word Count: 2.2k+ Summary: Your incel classmate has a crush on you! What will you do when he excuses himself during your study session?
A/N: Even though this takes place in a high school setting, Angelo is canonically 18 years old according to his creator @ttwonkies. -> Pt. 2
The teacher’s droning voice was drowned out as Angelo continued to scribble in his notebook. He poked his tongue out from his brace-laden teeth as he focused on the shoddy drawing of a character from A-Chan Days. The green-haired man flinched when he heard you giggle nearby. He scoffed and rolled his eyes as T-Bone Flores, the class hunk, whispered something into your ear. Angelo clenched his jaw and gripped his pencil when you blushed and playfully shoved one of T-Bone’s broad shoulders.
“Jesus, they’re so insufferable,” he thought and wrinkled his nose.
T-Bone could easily get any girl he wanted. He was charming, eager and always showering women with compliments…whether they be students or teachers. Meanwhile, Angelo was still a virgin. He always blamed girls for being “too picky” or other men for being “too forward”.
And you…God, where to begin? If you weren’t on T-Bone’s arm, you’d be sitting right on his lap, laughing at everything he said.
“Needy little slut,” he grumbled internally before the teacher cleared her throat.
“Alright, class. For your final, you’ll be divided into pairs and make group presentations,” she spoke. The entire class groaned in unison, Angelo included. His eyes flicked over to you, his stomach churning as he thought about you being perfectly paired up with T-Bone.
How you two would laugh and flirt, his hands resting on your arm or shoulder. Angelo’s frown deepened when his mind wandered to more…illicit thoughts.
Thoughts of your pretty little mouth wrapped around T-Bone’s thick cock. How his hands would grip your hips while he plowed into you, spreading you wide open with his-
“(Y/N), you’ll be paired with Angelo,” the teacher’s voice suddenly cut through his vulgar thoughts. Angelo shook his head as he nearly snapped his pencil with his grip. You turned and offered him a kind smile. “Okay, go to your partners and choose one of the chapters we read from The Outsiders. You’ll make a presentation on…”
Angelo’s heart pounded when he saw you flip your hair and scribble in your notebook, your cute, little pen dancing over the paper as he inhaled and gripped his desk. The teacher clapped before you rose from your desk. Angelo didn’t miss the way T-Bone’s large hand slapped your ass as you made your way to the back of the room.
“Hi,” you said in your sweet, melodic voice. Angelo maintained a blank expression as he tried to hide his gulp.
“Hey,” he shrugged and tried to occupy his mind by fiddling with his drawing. You sat in the seat across from him, your floral perfume overwhelming his nose.
“I know we haven’t talked much, but I’m (Y/N),” you smiled gently and held out your hand. Angelo blinked as he accidentally swiped his pencil across his notebook.
Oh, God. He was going to touch you.
“Y-Yeah, I know,” he huffed. His hand trembled before he gripped your palm. Your eyes widened slightly as he aggressively shook your hand. “Uh, so,” he cleared his throat. “I guess we’re partners then, huh?” his eyes widened. “For this project, I mean,” Angelo quickly added. You giggled, that sweet sound sending a shiver down his spine.
“Uh-huh,” you hummed. He nervously glanced at your perfectly shaped lips, wondering what it would feel like to kiss them. He noticed your gaze wandering down to his shirt. His eyes widened in horror when he realized what he was wearing. A graphic t-shirt with the words ‘Choking Hazard’ and a thick, black arrow pointing to his crotch. Before he could explain, you suddenly burst into a fit of giggles.
“‘Choking Hazard’! That’s too funny,” you laughed and laid a hand on his arm. Angelo tensed under your touch as a small gasp left him.
“Uh…yeah,” he said as his cheeks flushed. The whole room began to disappear as he stared into your eyes. Your smile, your tender gaze…it was all too much for him.
For how much envy he felt about you, he wanted to snatch you up and kiss you deeply, right in front of the whole class. In front of T-Bone. His hands fidgeted on his desk as he took a deep breath.
“Uh, so your place or mine?” he asked before nearly choking. “For studying, I mean,” Angelo squeaked. You smiled.
“Hmm, I was thinking of mine. We can use the computer in my dad’s office to make our PowerPoint,” you said and tucked some hair behind your ear. “Does that sound good to you?” you asked with a soft flicker in your gaze. Angelo paused, his heart racing.
He was going to someone else’s house. A girl’s house.
“Y-Yeah, totally,” the young man said with a nonchalant shrug.
***
Angelo’s heart hammered against his sternum as he stood in front of your door. He had been waiting on your porch for several minutes, working up the courage to press your doorbell.
“Just do it,” he seethed between his gritted teeth. He gripped his backpack strap with his other hand before the door suddenly flung open. Angelo nearly shrieked and stumbled back before you appeared with a gentle smile.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” you cooed. You looked so beautiful, even in sweatpants and a t-shirt. His eyes wandered across your body before he cleared his throat.
“For you,” he said before suddenly shoving a liter of half-drank Diet Soda towards you (which he might have chugged straight from the bottle). You blinked and accepted his gift.
“Thank you,” you grinned and stepped aside. “C’mon in. I made some snacks while we work on our project,” you hummed and carried the bottle inside. Angelo stepped over the threshold to your home, taking in the cozy decor. Family pictures hung on the wall while small paintings could be seen here and there. He heard you shuffling in the kitchen, a feast of mozzarella sticks and pizza rolls strewn out on the counter.
His mouth watered as he set his backpack on the couch.
“So, you’re a fan of A-Chan Days huh?” you said as you poured yourself a glass of soda. Angelo’s eyes widened.
“You like A-Chan Days?!” he gawked and leaned over the counter. You laughed and took a sip of your fizzy drink.
“Sure do,” you beamed. Angelo felt his palms begin to sweat as his heart fluttered.
“I-I didn’t realize we’d actually have something in common,” he breathed and ran a hand through his neon-green hair. You giggled again and shrugged.
“People are full of surprises,” you chuckled softly. A pregnant silence fell between the two of you as Angelo rubbed his arm. “Well, I guess we should grab some snacks and start on our project,” you cleared your throat and set your now empty glass aside. Angelo blinked and coughed into his hand.
“Right,” he said with a nod.
***
“Okay, so I think that us choosing Chapter Four is a good call,” you began. Both of you were huddled around your dad’s computer, your knees brushing against one another. Angelo felt his cheeks burn as the close proximity. He shifted his seat while you typed up your first PowerPoint slide. “It takes place after Johnny accidentally kills Bob, and he and Ponyboy must go into hiding,” you continued. Angelo gripped his baggy jeans as he felt a familiar heat stir inside him.
You continued to talk, your voice growing faint as he watched your delicate hands move across the keyboard. His mind wandered to your hands moving in more…intimate ways.
“You okay?” you asked gently as you turned towards him. He could’ve sworn your breaths began to mingle. The tips of his ears burned as he opened his mouth.
“I…” he said with a strangled squeak. He suddenly rose in his seat, hiding his growing erection from you. “I need to go to the bathroom,” Angelo swallowed, his back facing towards you.
“Oh, okay,” you said as he already began to make his way out of the study. “It’s just down the hall to the right!” you called out from behind him as he breathed short, shallow breaths.
Angelo immediately slammed the bathroom door and locked it. He panted heavily, his hands leaning against the cool surface of your sink. He groaned as he felt his cock ache within his jeans, his body shuddering with arousal as he gently ground his hips against the cabinets.
“Christ, get a grip, man,” he spat. He felt so pathetic, just getting hard from your knees touching and bodies being so close together. His eyes wandered across your dainty bathroom, the smell of your perfume and shampoo lingering in the air. His throat nearly closed up when he saw your hamper full of dirty clothes, a bundled up pair of panties resting at the top.
Angelo bit his lip as he slowly unzipped his pants.
He could be quick about it, not make too much noise. He flipped the bathroom fan on before pulling his aching member from his black boxers. He snatched your underwear and inhaled deeply, taking in your sweet, musky scent.
“Fuck,” Angelo huffed as he stroked his stiff cock, his knees nearly buckling together as he gazed at himself in the mirror. He conjured the image in his mind of your pretty, soft lips wrapped around his flush member.
“Mm yeah, just like that baby,” Angelo panted as he curled his fist around his length. The image in his mind of your warm cheeks hollowing around his hard cock made his quick movements stutter.
He should feel shame for jerking off in your bathroom. He should feel guilty for snatching a dirty pair of panties from your hamper and inhaling the scent while he roughly rubbed his twitching shaft.
But he didn’t.
“Oh (Y/N),” the green-haired man moaned under his breath as he stuffed your panties against his nose. God, he swore he could get drunk off the smell of you. Angelo shamelessly bucked his hips against his fist as he groaned against your underwear.
An idea flashed in his mind, a disgusting one at that.
His hips slowed as he caught his breath, the thought of cumming onto your delicate panties making his cock ache and balls tighten. He swallowed thickly before a sudden knock at the door made him flinch.
“Angelo? Are you okay in there?” your sweet voice called from the other side of the door. His eyes widened as his mouth went dry.
“Uh, yeah! Just…taking a shit,” he gasped and tensed at his reply.
“Stupid motherfucker,” Angelo chastised himself internally.
“Alrighty,” you said. “I’ll be ready to review the chapter when you’re done,” you added. He held his breath as he heard your footsteps soften. Angelo gulped as he caught sight of himself in the mirror.
“Tch,” he scoffed at his sweaty, acne-covered face. His hair was frizzy, his clothes baggy and shuffled during his jacking off session. Angelo grumbled as he felt his cock twitch against his hand.
He thought about just shoving it back into his pants, but he didn’t want to waltz around your house with an obvious boner. The young man sucked in a sharp breath before he spit into his palm and began to stroke again.
Thank God he had turned on the bathroom fan, hiding the sounds of wet squelching and his hand rapidly caressing his dick.
“S-Shit,” he stammered while bracing himself against your sink. His eyes rolled back as he thought of you riding his long, hard shaft. The way your thighs and ass would shake and jiggle, your breasts bouncing and mouth agape as you moaned.
Angelo felt the muscles in his lower stomach start to wind up as he clenched your bundled panties in his other fist.
“(Y/N)!” he gasped a little too loudly as he quickly shoved your underwear against his cock. His thighs shivered as he came, soaking your panties with hot, sticky strings of his cum. Angelo’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his head spinning while he imagined releasing deep inside your perfectly tight pussy.
He licked over his braces as he released a shaky breath, his high still making his head spin and length pulse. His heart dropped when he caught his reflection in the mirror - a lonely, broken man gazing back at him.
His dark, thick brows furrowed as he shoved your panties deep inside of your hamper, his face still flushed as he sighed.
He knew you’d never want to be with a guy like him.
***
You weren’t coy, not in the slightest.
You spotted Angelo’s boner while he was sitting next to you, your gaze brief but telling enough. And while he had the bathroom fan on, he wasn't as nearly quiet as he thought he was.
Thank God your family wasn’t home.
You blushed when you heard him moan and whimper your name.
Sure, you and T-Bone messed around, but it wasn’t like you were exclusive. It was well known at Lincoln High that he had plenty of girls he fawned, flirted, and fucked.
You shook your head of the thought while Angelo’s pants and moans carried through the hallway. It was flattering, really…and you’d be lying if it didn’t make a small pang of arousal shoot through your core.
Maybe some day, he’d be confident enough to ask you.
But today just wasn’t that day.
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