Part 2 of "I Kissed a Girl" since some of you were asking for a part 2.

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"Fuck you."

"Please do."

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The following school week carried out with a new specific schedule. Wake up, eat, get ready for school, go to class, try not to get fucked by Miu Iruma.

Try not to get fucked by Miu Iruma.

Ever since the hot make-out session in the club earlier this weekend, Y/N had been trying to avoid the campus' flirty playgirl. But this proved almost impossible as the playgirl was dead-locked on her next target.

Not only was the aspiring inventor loud and boisterous, she made it known that she was after the campus' innocent good girl. Who Miu soon found out to be a not-so-innocent good girl after all.

It was a game of cat and mouse. But more like Tom and Jerry since Y/N was not going to let herself get fucked that easily. She had her own defense mechanisms, and she was going to play the inventor's game fair and square.

Dawning a new school day, Y/N looked around her classroom to make sure that the inventor was nowhere in sight. Finally relaxing when she couldn't find the strawberry-blonde anywhere.

As she sat down, she heard the familiar footsteps of sharp, platform boots strutting across the classroom's hardware floors. 'Oh fuck' she thought. She knew that noise anywhere.

"Hey sexy," the familiar sultry voice whispered behind her ear.

"Sup bitch," Y/N responded.

"Damn. Didn't know you had that word in your vocabulary, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes."

"Fuck you."

"Please do."

Y/N leaned back in her chair and frowned. Brows pinched together as she glared at the inventor's stupid smirk. "What're you doing here?"

Miu leaned down closer to her. "I'm sitting here, dummy."

"What?" Y/N furrowed her face in disgust as she shook her head. "No way, I--"

"Too late." Miu had plopped herself next to her and grinned, watching as Y/N mentally screamed at herself in frustration. "I'm moving seats--"

"Class has already begun, tit-less." Miu smirked as she dragged Y/N back down. Forcing her to stay glued to her seat as she let out a string of hot curses under her breath.

"Do you curse like that in the bedroom?"

"Shut the fuck up, Miu Iruma."

"Only if you gag me."

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Class was going by painfully slow. Y/N wanted to get out of class as soon as possible before Miu had any clever ideas on how to take advantage of the situation. Her thigh was bouncing up and down in a nervous panic when she felt a soft hand push it down.

"Calm down, babe. You're shaking the table."

Her body froze upon contact and she nearly slapped her right then and there. "I'm just...a little nervous..."

"Is it because there's a hot blonde bombshell sitting right next to you?"

'Yes.'

"No. Fuck no." Y/N responded, trying to hide the obvious.

"Mm...then what is it?" Miu grinned as she started moving her hand in a reassuring manner. The soft skin running up and down Y/N's thigh in an "attempt" to calm her down.

This only fanned the flames to her nervousness though, as she could only focus on Miu's hand caressing and stroking her thigh. Her face starting to grow hotter at the fact that they were doing this in class of all places. Imagine the damage to her reputation.

"God...do you really have to do that here? Now?" Y/N glared at Miu like she was crazy.

She only shrugged in response and smiled, "What? You were so confident at the club earlier. Are you back to being a good little girl now?"

"That's different--" she paused for a second before taking a deep breath. 'No...nothing is different with Miu Iruma. It's the same for her no matter the circumstance...it doesn't matter...'

She shivered when she felt Miu's fingers "accidentally" trace closer and closer to her inner thigh. A coy and lustful smile in the inventor's eyes as she watched the campus' good girl shrivel under her touch.

'Fine, I'll play your game.'

'Fuck my reputation.'

Putting up a teasingly cute smirk, Y/N grasped Miu's hand and enveloped it into her own. Making the inventor perk up in confusion. "Y/N--"

Her eyes widened when Y/N looked up at her with a "lustful" face of her own. Using her acting skills from old high school drama classes to forge up a look of pure lust. "Miu..." she purred out softly, "You really shouldn't do this with so many people watching us..."

She took note of the inventor's pink cheeks as she playfully raised Miu's fingers closer to her lips. Opening her mouth and practically sucking on the inventor's fingers with an erotic face.

'Ohhh shit.' the inventor blushed when she heard the lewd sucking sounds of the girl right next to her licking her fingers. Looking incredibly attractive while doing so. 'Fuuuck that's hot. That's hot.'

The inventor's heart beat faster and faster. Feeling the girl's tongue wrap around her fingers and lewdly pull away with a look of complete satisfaction. A thin layer of saliva coating her fingers.

Miu was silent, staring in awe at her fingers and Y/N. 'She really--'

"I hope you know what you're doing, Miss Miu Iruma," Y/N mumbled, wiping her lips and leaning back into her seat. Not even batting an eye.

"Huh?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Trying to screw me without getting to know me. I don't want to be just another one night stand."

Miu regained her composure, "I told you, you could be more if you'd let me--"

Y/N shushed the inventor with her pen, a taunting look in her eyes. "Ah ah ah. Don't take me for granted. I'm not an idiot, Miu Iruma. You're just gonna leave me in your bed the next day feeling naked and alone while you go off to wrangle some other poor innocent victim for your list. Am I right?"

The girl had a sickeningly sweet smile on her face as she dissected Iruma's intentions with pure accuracy. She was right, and Miu hated that.

"Fine, you got me princess." Miu scoffed and leaned back in her chair. Crossing her arms in irritation as she glared at the girl. "I assume you'd want me to leave you alone then?"

"Not...necessarily..." the girl spoke, "I want something out of you."

"And what is that exactly?"

Y/N smiled innocently as she tapped her pen against the table. "Go out with me."

"What?" the inventor snorted. "Why the fuck would I do that?"

"The amount of hearts you've broken over the years is horrible. Day in, day out. People are always getting their hearts torn out over you and I want you to experience that exact same pain." Y/N frowned at her statement and sighed, "For once, I want you to feel what your victims feel. Despair...sorrow...but most importantly of all..."

"Heartbreak..."

Miu gave her an amused look. "What, and you think I'm going to fall in love with you of all people? Don't flatter yourself hun. You're damn hot but ehhh..."

"Oh please, you don't even know me," Y/N lowered her voice to a sultry low as she straddled Miu's lap. Causing the girl to squeak in surprise. "Bet you don't even know my middle name..."

She grabbed her face and leaned in closer, the sudden boldness catching Miu off guard as she panicked inwardly. Thank God they were seated in the far back. "What do you say, Miu Iruma? Up to play my little game?"

The inventor scoffed. "What's in it for me?"

"Your chances of fucking me increase tenfold," Y/N responded bluntly, staring at the girl while still in her lap. "Unless..." she smiled tauntingly, tracing a finger down the jawline of her neck, "You're too scared to show your true feelings towards me?"

'Fuck she's hot' Miu bit her lip as she stared at the girl in front of her. Hands on her hips as she thought over her options.

"I ain't scared. It's gonna be you falling head over heels for this beauty."

Y/N giggled and rubbed her thumb over the inventor's lips. Staring at her with absolute taunt. "Sure...whatever boosts your ego, bitch." She quickly pecked the inventor's lips and smiled when she caught her leaning in for more. Almost addicted to her touch at this point.

The bell rang. Signaling that class was over as Y/N quickly got off the inventor's lap.

"See you at the mall this Saturday at eleven. Unless you got other plans?"

"I'm down." Miu responded confidently.

Y/N giggled, "Great. You're paying by the way."

"The fuck--"

Y/N ran off before she could say anything else. Her taunting giggles fading as she grew further and further away from the inventor.

'This bitch--' Miu sighed as she swung her bag over her shoulder, a contagious smile starting to stretch over her features as she thought about her plans.

'Alright Y/N, I'll play your little game.'

'Just be careful not to break your heart.'

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A/N: Possible part 3? If you guys really want one.