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Hey, this is my first time ever requesting smth, but could you please do an X Gene fic? Where the reader and Gene get into an argument, and he walks out, leaving Y/N in shock only to come back and smash his lips onto hers. This can end in fluff or smut, I don't rlly mind, thxx

P.S I absolutely LOVE ur stories <33

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: gene x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: a surprise turned into misunderstanding–it’s hard for your ex delinquent lover to get a hold on his self sabotaging habits.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: angst to soft/gentle smut, happy end, established relationship, gene being gentle

𝐂𝐖: smut, arguing, cussing, reader cries because of gene, insecurity

𝐀/𝐍: ugh gene (p.s. thank you so much! i hope you like it, anon<3 thank you for the req)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾. 𝑰 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑩𝑬𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑺.

your mouth hangs open, arms lifelessly resting by your sides as you stare down the empty doorway where gene once stood. ears ring from the sudden quiet as the front door slams, leaving you in complete silence. it was a far cry from what this room sounded like just a moment prior.

“what?” you gawk in disbelief, looking into cold blue eyes that somehow seem to burn hot in anger. “what are you saying right now?”

a scoff leaves his lips, tongue rolling irritatedly along his teeth. “if there’s someone else, just say it. don’t play stupid with me.”

you’re taken so off guard that you can’t even defend yourself, only staring up at his grimaced face like a fish out of water. it definitely doesn’t help the case he’s just pinned against you, but you’re so unbelievably overwhelmed by his sudden accusation that it can’t be helped.

“…you think i’m cheating on you?”

with your anniversary coming up again, you decided you wanted to treat both gene and yourself on a small vacation. just a small getaway where you could really enjoy both each other’s company and time away from your monotonous jobs—something he’d made a few complaints about recently.

wanting it to be a surprise, you’d taken on extra shifts and saved up a good amount of money for the expenses without telling him. you’d even gone as far as taking on shifts at the same hours he did, which helped in avoiding having to explain why you were gone more often.

today he’d come back from work earlier than you, when you had told him you were going to be home all day. you’d cursed to yourself when you realized you might have to admit to your little plan, but instead, you were completely swept from under your feet when you were met with an offensive attitude and crossed arms.

“you’ve stopped texting me as much when i’m at work and you’re apparently “at home”, you’ve been on your phone checking things all the time and hiding it from me. did you think i wouldn’t notice?”

“what—gene, hold on. this isn’t…you completely overthought this, just let me—”

“no, no.” he shakes his head. he seems so overwhelmed by his own conclusions as he backs up, starting to mutter under his breath. “i can’t fucking believe this.”

you take a step forward, chest swelling with irritation. you would understand his concern, but for him to accuse you and not even hear you out?

“why would you ever jump to that conclusion, gene? when have i ever been anything but loyal to you?” you shake your head, eyebrows pinched. “don’t project your insecurity onto me—”

“insecurity.” he scoffs.

“—and accuse me of cheating and not even hear me out! i mean, are you cheating on me and projecting it onto me or something?”

he whips his head back around, eyes widening. “the hell? why would you even say that?”

there’s a deep urge for you to cry, eyes pricking as you hold back tears.

“oh, so it’s okay to accuse me but if i accuse you it’s different? do you even hear yourself right now?” your voice shakes. “you’re not even hearing me out or letting me defend myself in the first place!”

a sharp inhale comes through his lips as he takes a step closer to you, mouth opening before snapping shut as unfocused dark blue sets back on you. his jaw clenches and eyebrows furrow, his own eyes glossing over themselves as he looks you up and down.

“fuck.” he sharply mutters to himself, turning around and roughly bringing his fingers up to his hair as he walks out the door.

you think he says something else but you’re too far in shock, only able to stare at his back as he disappears from your blurry vision. sobs immediately leave your lips as you crumple down against the wall, bringing your knees up to your chest and resting your head against them.

how did it go wrong so quickly?

why wasn’t he trying to at least reason it out with you?

how could he just leave like that?

when would he be back?

was he coming back?

you’re there for what feels like forever, unable to control your crying as your chest heaves, a heavy weight keeping you there on your entryway floor as your lungs spasmed for air. though, it’s likely only ten minutes you’re there alone before the front door opens again—much gentler than it had shut earlier.

you hear his breath hitch from the door, but you can’t bring yourself to look up at him. not yet. your lack of response doesn’t hold back his hurried footsteps as he rushes over, kneeling right in front of you.

“sweetheart?” he breathes, his fingers brushing along your arms. it takes just a moment of you glancing up at him with your wet eyes for him to get over whatever hesitance he felt, as he quickly scoops you up against him.

“no, baby, no no. please don’t—fuck i’m so sorry. please don’t cry.” he whispers, tucking your head into his neck as he lifts you up, carrying you away from the doorway. “oh god, i’m so fucking awful. please don’t cry over me, please.”

you’re dipped back down again as he continues to ramble, back meeting the soft duvet of your bed. feeling weak you melt right into it, hands covering your face from view. the mattress dips down near your side, and gene's hand gently grabs your wrist. he tugs on it, enough to be a request but not enough to force you or even move you from your spot.

“please look at me.” he whispers, and his normally raspy and tough tone is so uncharacteristically soft that you give in, letting him tug your hands from hiding you away.

tears still fall from your face, but you've managed to calm yourself enough to be able to see through the watery haze cast over your eyes. when you glance up into his eyes you find that your distress is reflected in his own expression, too, his mouth twisted in worry and eyes misty with his own tears.

“i'm so sorry.” he mutters, rough hand brushing along your cheeks to dry your face. “please don’t cry. that was all me, i shouldn’t have ever gotten that heated… i just got in my head and…”

“i thought you left me.” your voice cracks, and you see his eyes gloss over with guilt.

“no. no.” he shakes his head, leaning forward. “no, i wouldn’t—i was just so upset and realized i was losing it so i went to cool off. didn’t you hear me say “i’ll be right back”?”

you shake your head, sniffling as another round of tears streams down your cheeks.

“oh, my sweet girl. no, i wouldn’t leave you like that. i’m so sorry i even made you think i would.” one of his arms wraps around your waist and pulls you against him, his other hand cradling the back of your head as he pulls you into a tight embrace. “i know you wouldn’t cheat, you’re right. i got so insecure and in my head and i took it out on you without even waiting for you to explain. i’m so sorry, baby.”

your breath hitches as you grasp onto his shirt, seeking out his comfort as he gathers up your scattered pieces. and comfort he gives, his hands massaging into your hair while he gently rocks you against him.

“i won’t leave you.” he mutters. “you can explain everything to me and then slap me for making you feel this way. just please don’t cry.”

there’s a short moment of quiet—other than your hiccuped breathing—before you speak up again. “…i’ve been working extra shifts to save up to vacation for our anniversary.”

gene freezes, his whole body going rigid before a shaky sigh leaves his lips. “i’m so fucking awful. i’m so sorry. i don’t deserve you. not at all.”

his hands knead into your skin, and he presses a kiss against the junction between your neck and shoulder. “please forgive me. what do you want me to do to make you feel better? do you want me to leave you alo—”

you tense up, fingers digging into his arms. “no, don’t leave me—”

“shh, i won’t ever leave you. i’m right here.” he presses another kiss against your neck. “i promise. i won’t leave again unless you scream for me to go away.”

𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭.

his words comfort you, but it’s not enough. you need him closer to you.

“what?” he whispers as your hands wring against his shirt, lifting his head to get a better look at your face. “what do you need?”

you swallow the lump in your throat, your tears finally now at a stop as you pleadingly lift your face towards him, hands lowering to tug up against his tee. “you, please.”

his eyebrows furrow as he lets you place a kiss against his lips, though he draws back after a second, eyes darting across your face in search of any hesitation.

“are you sure this is what you need?”

you nod, eyebrows turning up as you pull yourself further up into him. “please…”

he releases a sigh as he gives in to your pleading, moving himself to fully hover over you. tilting his head he presses a soft kiss against your cheek, trailing a few more down your neck before he lifts himself up again.

“just tell me when you want me to stop,” he says as he shrugs his jacket off, dropping it over your torso as he moves further down to right between your legs.

the warmth of his body heat envelops you, and for a moment you’re too busy bringing the material up to your nose to breathe in the familiar and comforting scent of his cologne to realize he’d already tugged your pants off.

“let me make it up to you, yeah? i’ll make you feel good, i promise.” his arms wrap around your legs to hold you apart, the warm air from his lips sending a shock against your bare skin.

he hovers there for a moment until you nod from behind his hoodie, and once he sees your signal his tongue licks a flat stripe against your folds, holding your hips in place when they immediately jerk up.

“shh, just relax. lay back and let me take care of you.” he whispers, before driving his face back down between your legs.

running his tongue up your cunt again sends another pleasured jolt up your spine, making you arch your back and push yourself harder against his mouth. he stops by your clit, circling around it before fully sucking harshly against the bundle of nerves. your hips jolt again as the action pulls a sudden broken moan from your lips, making him pull back with hooded eyes and a set expression.

“there you go, see? i got you.” one of his hands leaves your legs, while the other one kneads into your thigh. “good girl. my pretty girl.”

he returns his mouth to your pussy, pressing a few sloppy kisses to it as his finger slides into your hole, slowly pumping inside. he’s relishing in your little sighs and moans of pleasure, his own eyes rolling back while listening to how he was pleasuring you. it encourages him to suckle against your clit once more, the shake of his face against you distracting you from the second finger he’s slid in next to his first one.

he curls his fingers up—right in the spot he knows will have you weakly succumbing to the pleasure he gives you—and another cry leaves your lips, making him sigh in satisfaction.

“there you go.” he rasps, pulling his mouth away to take in the sight of you through his lust-filled gaze while his fingers speed up their pace. his chin and lips are wet with his saliva and your juices mixed together, though he barely seems to pay it mind as he drives back down again, lips pulling and sucking on your clit once again.

your head grows hazy from his ministrations, the shocks of pleasure turning mind-numbing as your skin burns hot. he knows exactly which spots to hit, which places to touch for you to quickly unravel beneath him. the tension that’s slowly built between your legs is coming to an unbearable peak, your lips silently crying out his name while your legs shiver against his shoulders.

“it’s okay, baby. let go.” he encourages you, suddenly crossing his fingers in a scissors motion.

his urging snaps you over the edge, your cunt spasming around his fingers as you fully let go. he continues to work his fingers through your release, slowly letting you down as he plays with the mess between your thighs.

“gene.” you whimper, the sensitivity of your previous emotions coming back full force as your climax leaves you feeling vulnerable and exposed.

“i’m right here, sweetheart.” he says, sitting up and pulling you up with him, setting you on his lap as he pulls you in a tight embrace, rubbing his hands against your back. “you did so good.”

“i love you.” you sniffle, resting your head against his shoulder as you let yourself melt against him.

“i love you too.” he sighs, turning his head to place a kiss against your temple. “i’m so sorry, sweet thing. why don’t we take a hot shower and rest and we can talk more about this later, hm?”

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#aphmau #gene x reader #love this so much <3

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