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Explosive Antics (Genos x Reader)

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Summary: After playing a cheating prank on your boyfriend with a rather loud, raunchy video, Genos decides to take his frustration out on the laptop that tricked him. 

A/N: Short little oneshot of Genos’ s/o pranking him with a porn vid. Another prank for the series, hope y’all like it! (PS: thanks so much for the support recently!)

Word count: 769

        Genos was always tightly wound. He rarely smiled, barely went outside without Saitama, and always kept things short and simple when it came to romantic gestures. Flowers here and there, forehead kisses occasionally, and maybe once he had actually made out with you. Maybe. You were growing impatient, and you wanted to fuck with him, just really grind his gears to see if you could get a reaction out of him. 

        Snickering to yourself, you search on the website for the longest, loudest video imaginable while your phone buzzes.

Cyborg babe <3: I’ll be over in two minutes. 

        He would let himself in. You had given him a key months ago. The timing was perfect too. You played the video, flinching at the pornographic moans that suddenly arose, and cranked up the volume as high and realistic as possible. 

        “Oh, this is gonna be good,” you snicker to yourself, rubbing your hands together maniacally with wide, mischievous eyes. Closing the door to your room, you tried to ignore how uncomfortable the screams and grunts erupting from your laptop made you feel, and you hole up in your bathroom across the hall.

        Just as you shut the door, the main one to your apartment opens. 

        “YN!” Genos announces loudly, entering your home and locking it behind him. “I brought you lunch....” He hears them. The moans. God, how you wish you could see his face! You’re shivering with excitement and pressing your ear against the door. 

        “Oh my God!” You whisper to yourself, biting your lip anxiously. “This is gonna be so good!” With your hand on the doorknob, you wait for Genos to move and scrunch up your face eagerly. 

        “YN?” He questions aloud once more, voice quieter this time.

        Heavy footfalls trail closer and closer to your door and you hold in a breath, waiting for your bedroom to open. 

        “YN, what are you doing?” he whispers outside your door. His tone has dropped, and for the first time since you’ve known him you think he falters. The creaking of the handle squeaks as he slowly enters and freezes at the sight before him. It’s at this time you can’t wait any longer and bust out of the bathroom, pushing into your bedroom and staring at Genos’ blank face. The video still plays while you observe his face, totally flabbergasted at his nonexistent reaction. 

        Oh, come on!

        Your laptop rattles on the bed with its volume while sounds of passion echo around the room. Your face grows red with embarrassment while you wait for him to speak up. You stand side by side while his dark eyes are still locked on the screen.

        “Well,” you pipe up from beside him, drawing closer to his tense form, “did I get you-” In an instant, a wave of heat smacks you in the face as your laptop explodes into a million sizzling pieces on your bed, Genos lowering his arm slowly after. 

        Your jaw drops at the sight while your boyfriend remains silent, listening to the crackles of the dying flames on your blankets. Plastic and glass chunks are splayed everywhere across your room. With hair blasted away from your face, your eyes grow to the size of dinner plates as you stare at the ruination.

        “What. The. Hell.” You seethe slowly, fingers twitching at your sides. One firm, metallic hand wraps around your shoulders as Genos twists to pull you into his embrace. He’s hard but warm, and even though he’s not the most comfortable hugger in the world, you cherish his holds every time he’s willing to give one to you. Except for now.

        “Dude! You just kablooeyed my homework!” You try to wiggle away to observe the wreckage once more but he grips you tighter, halting your movements. The smell of smoke once drifting through your nostrils exchanges with Genos’ personal scent, fresh laundry and clean metal, as your face is forced into his solid chest.

        Huffing out a sigh, you give in and wrap your arms around him, patting his back gently.

        “Your prank was ineffective,” he monotonously mumbles into your hair. You scoff and hold him closer, reluctantly reveling in the heat he gives off. 

       “Yeah, tell that to my incinerated laptop.”