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movie star

❥ paring: meangirl! historia x fem!reader

❥ summary:  historia decides to teach the reader a lesson after she decided to stand up against historia’s bullying for the first time, leaving her humiliated in front of her minions. Reader will too be put in a humiliating predicament and to her surprise discover it to be something she finds to be quite joyful. ❥ author's note: this is the longest one shot i've ever written, I hope that the time spent on this was not in vain and that you all receive it positively! If this particular trope interests you keep your eyes peeled for the second fanfic relating to it i am currently working on. 

❥ warnings: this oneshot contains mature content such as bullying, thigh riding, humiliation, and degradation.

the halls  of sina academy were bustling with students and unreasonably lively given the hour. It was five minutes past seven. Yet, the students moved through the hallways with speed. The volume of their voices was so great it could be heard by those on the opposite ends. You were among the crowd. Unlike your peers, you were silent and hunched over with the intention of blending in. It was never a good thing to stand out in such a place. It would only serve to make  you a target for the cliques of students who took their social lives far too seriously.

 You had already caught the attention of Historia, the school's “Queen Bee”, who tormented you on the daily.  The very last thing you needed was to become someone else’s victim.  Historia was already far  more than you could possibly handle.  Each day she found a new way to suck the enjoyment out of attending school. She made cruel remarks about your appearance, spread rumors behind your back and encouraged other students to engage in physical attacks against you. Her position as head cheerleader and  daughter of wealthy businessmen who made frequent donations to the school offered her protection from the consequences of it all. 

You found yourself hoping that she wouldn't show up today–that she would decide her time was better spent on a shopping spree instead of class. It wasn't as though she truly had any real reason to show up. Her father could easily  bribe a professor into giving her a passing grade in the event that she flunked. There was a moment where time seemed to slow once you caught sight of Historia’s blindingly golden hair. It  flowed behind her as she passed. Speak of the devil, her blue eyes met your own  for a mere second. The rosy glossed lips of hers curled into a smile.

 “Y/n.” She called, her tone laced an overwhelming amount of phony kindness. You found it sickening. 

A rhythmic clicking sound could be heard while she made her way towards you. You watched with your gaze to the ground as the heels she wore  inched closer and closer. The blonde soon stood in front of you. 

It was obvious as day that she was studying you— judging you, searching for something to tear you apart over. She remained silent. The students in the halls began making their way to their respective classrooms.

By that point there was only a handful and a half of witnesses to whatever torture she intended to inflict. Majority of course, were either in complete alliance with her or feared her influence far too much to express their disagreement of her actions. 

“I see that you actually took the time to look a little less hideous today.” She let out a sigh, her eyes scanned over your figure. “if only you’d taken some time to acquire a fashion sense.” 

Historia gave a pout of faux pity, her arms crossing over one another.  It was  difficult for you to remain silent as her friends burst into laughter. You wished nothing more than to tell them about themselves for supporting someone as cruel as her. Instead you took a deep breath. This was your everyday life thanks to her,  tomorrow there would be something far worse. You couldn't comprehend why she was so mean to you. Never had you given her a reason to dislike you. 

“Still, the outfit is cute..if you're auditioning for a circus.” The blonde began circling you like a vulture. It was then that you caught a whiff of her vanilla perfume. The smell  was pleasant and left your mouth salivated.  Thoughts of baked goods filled your head.  How can someone so evil smell so sweet? 

“Oh. what's this?” She questioned, her eyes now glued to your skirt. 

The skirt you wore was slightly darker in the back. The fabric was made of was ombre. This of course would have been obvious to anyone who cared enough to take a closer look. 

“It looks like she’s pissed herself!” Historia pointed, her nose turned up in disgust. As if  you were some exhibit in a freak museum. 

 “It really does!” Shouted another student.  Your face was drained of all its color when  the crowd began laughing along. To call a moment such as this humiliating would be an absolute understatement. There was no way you’d even show your face in school after that. 

Insults continued to be  thrown around and your embarrassment morphed to anger. If it had been any other day you would have just allowed them to take the little dignity you still possessed. But, you couldn't stand by while they made a mockery of your skirt. The very skirt  that your grandma had taken the time to make one of  a kind for you. There had to be some sort of retort you could come up with to even things out. You needed her to know just how it felt. 

“Maybe, if you weren't looking at my ass you wouldn't have noticed.”  The crowd erupted into a symphony of gasps that later morphed to ‘oos’. 

“No one else here cared enough to until you said something. How obsessed with me could you possibly be? It's unhealthy at this point.”

“You should seek help, Historia.” You added. 

Without a doubt you’d struck a nerve. She stayed silent, her cheeks turning a  bright red. There was nothing she could come up with in time before the bell rang and forced everyone to retreat to class. Historia’s friends began to pull her in the direction of their class. 

“If i were you’d i’d watch myself, there are worse things to be known for than being the girl who pissed herself.” She whispered into your ear as she passed. A shiver made its way down your spine at the threat. 

You headed to class with your brow furrowed in confusion. 

–

Unexpectedly, The day went by smoothly. You made it to and through two of your classes without bumping into Historia again. She was nowhere to be seen when you went to  lunch.  Nor was she in the hallways as when you transitioned to your classes . There was a part of you that had begun to question if the threat was an  empty one. Perhaps,  she had just said it with the intention of causing mental anguish. In the worst case possible scenario she had in fact  meant every word and was plotting something in the shadows. You simply kept telling yourself it was nothing you couldn't handle.  She had already ruined

your reputation, crushed your self esteem and made it impossible to enjoy school. In a sense you had nothing to lose but your life. At least that was what you believed. 

In your final class of the day you sat doodling in your notebook, silently dreading when you’d be forced to leave the protection of the classroom. The bell rang and you stuffed your notebook into your backpack. You rushed through the hallways as fast as your feet would allow. You weren't concerned with who you bumped into. There was only one goal on your mind, you had to make it to the bathroom as soon as possible. It often served as a safe haven from Historia’s bullying. You planned on staying there until you had an opportunity to escape unnoticed.

Pushing open the doors, you glanced around and sighed in relief that the bathroom was empty. The Lock on the bathroom door made a faint click as you twisted it. You soon choose a stall to your liking. Your backpack was  placed  on the hook of the door before you took a seat on the toilet. After a passing of twenty minutes, the silence was interrupted when you heard voices outside of the door. 

Your heart dropped to the pits of your stomach, the sound of keys jingling and the door being pushed open as familiar shoes came into view. They  stopped in front of the sinks outside of the stall. It's Historia, her voice echoed through the bathroom as she thanked the janitor for unlocking the door. Her performative kindness went  unnoticed by everyone except you. 

Once the janitor left, you took note of the two other pairs of legs you saw. You gulped and lifted your legs,  so the stall looked empty. Your eyes remained locked on the door. 

“I know you’re in here y/n. Stop being such a little bitch and come out.” She spoke while she walked. 

“You had so much to say earlier, why so silent now?” 

She paced  back and forth, the air around you beginning to feel heavy. The silence,  putting you on edge as your mind pondered what would happen next. You wished now more than ever to be invisible. You hugged your knees to your chest in a feeble attempt at making yourself smaller. 

 In the blink of an eye, the door swung open forcefully so much that if you hadn't leaned back it would have hit you in the face. There stood one of History's friends, Mikasa. Her expression was straight and uncaring. “Thanks, I'll take care of the rest now.” 

 “What are you planning?” The girl asked. 

“Don't worry, you'll see.” Mikasa nodded. 

Both her and the other girl, a brunette who was known for having an insatiable appetite for food, made their exit.

Historia soon came into view, her wardrobe of pastels  replaced with something more revealing and fitting to her figure. She wore a tank top with lace trim that stopped just above her belly button and left the tops of her perky breasts exposed. The skirt she was wearing was so small it was  difficult to miss the light pink panties she wore under. You wondered what would have possessed her to come here dressed in such a way. What exactly did she have planned?

It was hard for you to take your eyes away, there was no denying that she was gorgeous. Still, it wasn't logical to think such a thing of someone who clearly viewed you as less than human. Your thoughts came to a halt as she grabbed your chin.  Her manicured fingers guided your face to meet hers, lips crashing against one another’s. Her fingertips caressed down your arm  and across your stomach.  Making  their way inside the waistband of your skirt. 

With eyes wide of shock you squirmed out of her grip. “What are you doing!??” you questioned. 

“Don't act stupid, you know just what I'm trying to do.”  She snapped. 

You raised a brow. 

“Do you want me or not?” Her tone made it evident that she wasn't interested in beating around the bush.

“But I thought you..hated me?”

“Maybe it’s true or I've just been a little frustrated.” She whispered. Her breath hot against your ear, hands pulling your body closer to her own.

“Help me out please.” Her voice switched to that of one coated with sweetness that almost sounded genuine. A pout formed on her lips while  she awaited your reply. You nodded.  It was impossible to refuse her even if you wanted to. 

“Let’s not make it awkward..” She said, giving you a smile as she tucked strands of your hair behind your ear.  Her lips crashed onto yours once more. Your hands made their way to her hips and Historia deepened the kiss. A whine fell from your lips, her hand slipping under your skirt, rubbing at your cunt through your panties. 

You felt her smile into the kiss and her tongue roamed your mouth. The atmosphere was now heavy for a completely different reason. A burning heat formed in your core, your hips grinding against Historia‘s hand. 

“Promise to do everything I say?” she asked. 

You simply responded by nodding.  Your brain was far too foggy to formulate an adequate  response. All you could think about was how badly you needed her to touch you there again. “Come here.” She spoke, grabbing your hand as she pulled you outside of the stall towards the sinks. She propped herself up on the

counter and signaled at the door for you to lock it. 

You of course did just as she said in hopes that doing just as she said would encourage her to give you what it was she knew you wanted. As she sat on the counter, she beckoned  you to come closer. “Lift your skirt”

 You complied. Her fingers tugged at the fabric of your panties, pulling them to the side she exposed your dripping core. The bathroom echoed with your whimpers as her thumb toyed with your clit. Her movements were slow and painfully sweet. 

“Here ..”She said, pulling you towards her thigh.  You lifted yourself up and placed your cunt against her.

The fabric of her tights  smooth against you as you moved your hips back and forth.  A moan escaped your lips, the friction against your clit sent you into a frenzy. 

It was difficult to keep your balance as pleasure overtook you. Historias hands rested on your hips, holding you in place.  She watched you squirm as the sensation became too much to bear, your juices coating her thigh. Still, her grip never faltered. “My..god!” You cried out Historias lips connected with your neck and your eyes fluttered shut. This gave her an opportunity to pull out her phone. Making sure your face was well in the view of the camera, she pressed record. 

 “You’re a dirty little slut aren't you?” She cooeed, watching you through the video feed. 

 You nodded, moans continuing to spill from you. 

“That’s right.” She smiled.  The sight of your legs  trembling giving her satisfaction all the more so being that she had such a lovely moment on video. 

“So eager to get fucked youre making a mess all over my thigh.” On cue,  Historia  aimed the phone’s camera at her leg, her tights now stained from your slick, the sweet juices dripping down her knee. She continued to record while you desperately grinded your cunt against her. 

“It’s pathetic.” She hissed.  With the  hand that rested on your hip she guided them, forcing your poor clit to bump against her thigh more times than you found bearable.   A string of whines and broken please could be heard. 

“Maybe if you beg enough I'll give you my fingers.”

“P-please..” you choked out. Historia responded by rolling her eyes.

“That’s all you’ve got?  My god! You suck at begging.” 

“Guess the only thing you're good for is being a needy slut.” She added.  You took no offense to her words, in fact they only served to increase your arousal. There was something about the way she pretended to be repulsed  by you while her eyes were heavy with lust.  She enjoyed this as much as you, but her ego caused her to refuse allowing you to know that. Historia pushed her fingers inside of you, her free hand gripped the camera to show off throw easily her fingers could slip deep inside your cunt thanks to the fact that you were practically dripping by that point. 

“I’m so close.” A whimper could be heard. Her movements sped up the sensation in your core tightened, you felt as though you were going to burst any moment.  You squirmed and squirmed. 

“Can you do something for me first ?”

“Yes! I’ll do anything..please just let me..”  You cried out, as your legs shook. It was no secret that you were eager. Her fingers continued to pound into you. 

“Look into the camera and tell everyone how much of a dumb little whore you are,” You Struggled to formulate a response, logic was no longer a concept to you. There was no time to ponder what her intentions might be. Your mind fuzzy as you tried to fight off your orgasm through the constant stimulation.  A few muffled please left your lips, your hips bucking  pathetically as though you were some desperate feral thing. 

Historia shakes her head, her movements coming to a halt.  “No cumming yet. Not until you say it.” 

With a whine, You obliged looking into the camera with heavy, desperate eyes and flushed cheeks. 

“Good girl..” She cooed as she returned to thrusting her fingers into you, her thumb rubbing circles at your cit as your body shook from the release. The juices dripped down your thighs and coated her fingers. 

“Now that you’ve got what you want, time for me to get what I want.”

“On your knees.  Her tone  now stern and direct. 

She soon pushed her fingers into your mouth, letting you suck them clean.  She began to spread her legs. Under her skirt was now in  view, the wet spot on her panties made it all the more evident  that she had been enjoying this as much as you. You felt your mouth water as you leaned in, her sweet smell filling your nostrils. Slipping her panties down to her ankles, You flicked your tongue across her clit. 

 Watching her cheeks became flushed, you licked a stripe along her core. She grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging it. This was her way of telling you to speed things up.  Your movements were painfully slow to her still she enjoyed it so much so that she was in need of more. 

She had no intention of letting you know that, instead she chose to settle for insulting you. “Come on, don't tell me that's the best you can do.” She groaned in an attempt to cover up her moans. Her eyes rolled into her head as you buried your face between her thighs, your tongue lapping at her cunt repeatedly. 

“Y-you’d think that you’d be able  to put that mouth to use for better things than talking shit and being like a desperate slut.”  her thighs clamped around your head, hands tugged at your hair, forcing your face deeper into her cunt.  Her free hand still gripped the phone which she had been using to record this whole encounter. 

Her insults were  soon drowned out by the  moans that left her lips. As angelic and pretty as her appearance, they fell on your ears like a beautiful melody. Watching the way she arched her back and ground her hips against your face soon brought back the feelings of need you'd been overwhelmed with just minutes before.  

By instinct, you reached a hand down to play with yourself. 

“Look at this pervy bitch getting herself off to eating my cunt.” she hissed, exposing your actions to the camera.  You rubbed at your cunt, sloppily and slowly as you still gave much of your focus to the task at hand. 

“After she just came, she wants more..how greedy?” She said, yanking your hair harshly.  Still, You continued to devour her until she released in your mouth.

 No time at all passed before she ushered out her way. You watched in confusion as she slipped off her skirt, and replaced it with the outfit she had been wearing earlier that day. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and began fixing up her makeup which had been smuggled from the encounter. She tossed the tights  she'd been waiting into the trash and made her way towards the door in silence. Before she took her exit she opened her mouth to speak.  Her expression had reverted back to that of how she usually looked at you. 

“Since you seemed so impressed with yourself earlier over  all the attention you got today for that foolish remark.  I thought I'd help you get some real notoriety. You’ll surely be the hot topic now  movie star,” 

You watch as she tapped away on her phone screen.

And with that she left, taking the final piece of your dignity with her. 

You weren't too sure what was going on  but from the looks of it she appeared to have sent a text to someone. With a furrowed brow, You stood and began to clean yourself. The mirror exposed your ragged appearance, your hair was practically a bird's nest across your head from all the tugging and pulling Historia had done. The  streaks in your makeup from your tears left you looking like you were returning from a drunken night out. It wouldn't have been a big deal if you left the bathroom in such a state as most would assume you had been attacked but still you’d feel weird walking around with the remnants of your encounter with historia on your sleeve.

Letting the cold  water run,  you splashed your face.  Everything that happened seemed like a dream. You were in need of something to keep you grounded in reality and harsh icy water was perfect for the job. You shivered as it ran down your neck. With paper towels in hand you dried your face and wiped the remnants of your orgasm off your thighs before pushing your panties back into place.  You fixed your hair and once you felt presentable, You too made your way out of the bathroom.

As you walked down the halls, they were  uncharacteristically empty. No one was in sight, you breathed a sigh of relief was that meant  it was a high possibility that no one had heard of the encounter from outside of the bathroom. Perhaps there was some after school event occurring outside like a football game?

As your legs carried you towards the large exit doors you saw a crowd of students lined up with their phones in their hands. Their laughs filled your ears when you stepped outside, they pointed to you.  Some cheered as an audio of you degrading yourself echoed throughout the crowd. “Who knew y/n was such a slut!?” You heard someone say. “

Yeah it must be true if she said it herself.” Another student replied. “Look at how many views the video has gotten already, you're a real star.” Said reiner, putting the phone in your face, showing you the phone. The video had been uploaded to some random porn site by what appeared to be an anonymous user, You of course knew exactly who had done it..the very person who’s thigh you could be seen riding.  

You stopped in your tracks, eyes scanning the crowd. You searched for someone, anyone who didn't have their phone out viewing the video.  It was at that very moment your eyes landed on Historia who simply shrugged and mothed ‘oops’, the cruel smile on her face evident as ever. 

The whole school had witnessed what had gone down, the begging, the desperation and the compliance you had all for someone who viewed you as a peasant.  Not only that but they had a permanent copy of the encounter on their phones, never given a moment to forget it. You would be forced to relive it over and over until you graduated.

  The only thing that left a bad taste in your mouth was the possible bullying that would occur as a result from other students. You found yourself feeling foolish for thinking you’d ever win against her. Historia never played fair, she didn't have to  when it came to you. She was the one in absolute control, you’d be lying to yourself if you didn't say you were okay with that. 

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