zandiker

For someone who seemed so cocky, Zandik was such a little bitch in bed.

The two of you loathed each other, probably even more than most people already hated him. Every time either of you caught a glimpse of the other, you were at each other’s throats.

You argued that he was too headstrong and arrogant, whilst he argued that you were too narrow-minded and argumentative. But no matter the circumstances, there was somehow a reason to fight. People even began to place betting pools on who was more likely to win the next fight that you picked.

To make matters worse, you two shared a dorm.

Zandik gave unwanted criticism with a sneer and upturned nose, and you marked his research with a red pen for “feedback” as revenge. With each passing day, tensions rose higher and higher until the air felt so thick neither of you could breathe.

One night, however, seemed to be the last straw. The argument started with something small, as usual. A missing paper, a snarky insult, a backhanded compliment, who knows? But things escalated much faster than either of you realized until you had struck him across the face.

A loud crack resonated throughout the cramped dorm room as he cupped his glowing red cheek, staring at you wide eyed. It was surely quiet enough to hear a pin drop as you stared back at him with contempt, continuing to argue your point about god knows what. It was only when his cheeks flushed and brows knitted did you notice the rapidly growing tent in his pants.

Suddenly, you too got quiet as your expression contorted into one of cruel amusement. Zandik looked both shameful and mortified as you unabashedly gaped at his raging boner, almost shrinking into himself. “So you get turned on when you get hit? Is that it? That’s what gets you going?” you mocked viciously. “Excuse you?” he mumbled pitifully. You could tell that he was trying to stand his guard, but he was executing it very poorly.

The atmosphere in the room had changed in an instant. Just a moment ago, the two of you were itching to bash each other’s heads into the walls. But now it felt….careful, tedious.

The two of you just stared into each other’s eyes for a beat, then two, until both of your lips were on each other hatefully. It wasn’t anything sweet like the romance movies that people spoke fondly of. It was tongues and teeth and venom.

Hastily, you broke apart the kiss before roughly shoving him against his own bed, only to put your mouth back on him like an animal seconds later. The mattress squeaked exhaustedly as he was roughly thrown on the plush material that broke his fall. Both of your tongues were fighting for dominance, sliding between each other whilst sharing spit as he bit your lip until the skin broke.

“Mghhn..!” Zandik whined as you ground your hips against his pelvis, his brows knitting together. Feeling compelled to do so, you ran your hands along his chest and played with his pecs as you listened to him whine and beg. It was impossible to ignore the way he pathetically jutted his hips upward as he ground against you in reciprocation. You could even feel his length through all the layers in your uniforms.

“Fuck, pleasepleasepleaseplease….” Zandik whimpered. “Please what?” you murmured beguilingly, feigning your innocence to keep him talking more. If you thought his face wouldn’t turn any more red, you were sorely mistaken. The flush that deepened on his countenance made him look as red as a valberry, much to your satisfaction.

“Want you to ride me…..” he mumbled, barely audible to your ears. It was still easy to hear him, but it was obvious that Zandik felt thoroughly embarrassed. And how could you pass up the opportunity to pester him? “Hm? I didn’t quite hear you,” you teased, trying to further fluster him as you intensely stared at his carmine eyes.

“Oh, for fucks sake…I know you heard me,” he ground out, cheeks flushed and dick hard. “Is it so wrong for me to want to hear you say it? You’re always so sure of yourself,” you said slyly, reaching downwards and gripping the sides of his shaft through his uniform. Zandik pathetically whined at the grip you had on his cock, eager for more.

”Fine, I’ll indulge you this once,” you replied begrudgingly. As much as you hated to admit it, you wanted this as much as he seemed to. And you didn’t to wait as just as much as he didn’t. Teasingly, you took as much time as possible to slide his pants off and release his cock from the confines of his undergarments. Much to your dismay, he was…much more adequately sized than you had expected. Zandik writhed under the touch of your hand, his slit weeping and needy as he stared at you with wide eyes.

You experimentally gave his shaft a few long, slow strokes as you listened to him breathe out heavily, obviously affected by your ministrations. The pace you delivered quickened and slowed, tightened and loosened, before abruptly removing your hand as he threatened to come too early. Zandik even whined in protest before you chided him frustratedly. “Oh, would you just be patient?” You only received a glare in return.

Lazily taking off the bottoms of your uniform, you gave him a thirty second strip-show as your sex was finally exposed to the cool air of the dorm. You couldn’t help but wince ever so slightly as it quivered under Zandik’s gaze. It was clear that he was utterly fascinated by the way it glistened with its wetness, to the point you could even hear him stop breathing for a moment.

Grabbing his shaft in your hand, you raised yourself just above his lap and guided his length near your greedy hole. You could feel the way his cock twitched in your hand eagerly, almost as though it had a mind of its own. It made you give pause to look at his face, but his eyes were solely focused on his weeping dick, anticipating the feeling of your warm walls around him. You only smirked at his expression before hastily filling yourself to the hilt with his cock.

Zandik moaned loudly at the sensation. If you weren’t so attentive, you wouldn’t have noticed the way that his mouth fell open in a perfect ‘o’ shape as he struggled to catch his breath. You didn’t give him the chance. His lashes fluttered quickly as he stared up at you, quickly becoming the poster-boy for submission in your eyes. Fuck, you’d be thinking about this for weeks to come.

Within an instant, you began to bounce up and down on his thick shaft with a hand coming up to squeeze his left pec, efficiently steadying yourself. It was now that you realized he wasn’t very experienced, if at all. You could tell in the way his hands confusedly searched for a place to rest before settling on your hips, you could tell in the way his moans and whimpers spilled between his lips shamefully, and you could tell in the way that tears brimmed the corners of his eyes.

Wet sounds filled the room as you expertly rode his cock, the combined sounds of your pleasure clear to anyone who might pass by. You silently hoped no one would, though. The few groans that slipped between your lips didn’t go unnoticed by Zandik, the sound only heightening the sheer volume of his moans.

“Oh- Ohhhwh…. -yeah, keep doing that, I’m going to come….” Zandik breathed, gripping your hips tighter as he thrusted his own lap upwards, attentively watching your chest bounce with each twitch and jerk. You rode him faster in response, almost in an attempt to escape his focused eyes. “You’re going to come for me? How sweet.” you said between gritted teeth.

At the sound of your praise, faked or not, you could feel his warm cum shoot into you with a groan as you breathed out shakily, admittedly as aroused as he was. But you didn’t slow down for him, no. You continued to bounce on his cock without pause as you listened to his moans become breathier and high-pitched, his cheeks now streaked with tears as you rode him into overstimulation.

Zandik’s thighs shook and quivered at your reluctance to stop and eagerness to drain him dry. The bed’s menacing creaks only became louder and louder as more moans began to spill from your own lips. The room smelled of sex as you desperately zeroed in on your own orgasm, now crashing over you in waves as Zandik’s come slowly trickled out of you at the ridges of your hole.

You finally ended your relentless bouncing as you slowed to a stop atop his dick, both of you panting heavily as the realization slowly dawned on both of you of what you’ve just done. Zandik winced as you came up and off of him, still laying on his lap with your hands on his pecs and his hands on your hips.

“…Fuck you, I still hate you. This doesn’t change anything.”

“Right.”

painfully self aware child. he didn't do a lot of things that other kids his age did for fear of it being "embarrassing." obviously, this didn't help his case for being ostracized and isolated.

MOLES. he has the prettiest moles under his left eye, on his cheek, and all over his back. since his outfit mostly covers him up you can't see them that well, but sometimes you can catch a glimpse of one of the moles on his cheek at just the right angle.

darker complexion 🤤🤤

proficient in drawing. i'd say he picked it up when he was a child, but slowly improved on it as he made realistic diagrams of anatomy and whatever specimens he's studying.

fast eater. he can clear a bowl/plate of food in under five minutes EASILY just because he's eager to go back to what he was previously working on.