"Ugh, stop! Get off me!" BULLYING A SLUT unji zuma x fem!reader, he gets his biggest most muscular guy to fuck you (^_−)−☆ nsfw drabble!
Face shoved into the dirty concrete wall at the back of the school, skirt draped over your back, the wet stain on your underwear was obvious for anyone to see. A large hand held you in place, smushing your cheek to the rough textured wall, while you listened to belt unbuckling. He seemed to have gotten impatient, grinding onto you even before his pants were off, his large bulge granting you pause to reconsider the situation you were in. What? Was he a fucking pornstar?
Just because you brought a dildo to school. It was a sobering reality.. Zuma was stepping away, getting back to school after leaving you two here to skip together, like two dogs in heat. You didn't even know the guy, other than the fact that he was in your class and damn intimidating. Dicks actually came in these sizes? As the large figure behind you rutted into your underwear, in his own, you weren't physically capable of looking behind you to see him unsheathe his cock from his boxers, only hearing the light plap of it making contact with your ass cheek. Your dildo you were used to, sure, and you even silently made peace with the fact that, well, guys were usually below average. You'd never be used to fucking anything outside your dildo, but as this mother fucker pushed his head against your entrance, your panties pooled at your ankles, a searing pain burnt through you. There was a small audience, people usually skipped here and smoked. You couldn't breathe, trying to take all of his head, somehow feeling like a dumb virgin, despite you fucking yourself practically daily at school with your dildo. Sure, you had never taken a guy, but you were beyond capable to. But what even was this?
Tearing up, you begged him to stop, that it hurt, but he just spanked your ass and thrusted himself in fully. Going slack against him, he held you up with a hand, fucking into you while your legs twitched with each thrust. You were drooling onto the floor, it hurt. Each thrust was outrageously painful. If you were bleeding, you weren't sure. But he seemed to quite like the sight he was getting out of you. Instead of holding your head, he had both hands on your waist, holding you like a flesh light as he fucked you into the wall, his pre cum and your slick coating your inner thighs. Tears brimmed your eyes, he was driving up against something. Was it your cervix? It brought shivers down your spine, and made you lose your breath. Genuinely panting, unsure from fear, shock, or pleasure, you clamped down on him, so hard that he actually struggled to thrust in and out a few more times. It felt good. Better than your dildo, excruciatingly painful, but you came, your orgasm wracking through from your toes up to your neck, your every muscle tense.
He flipped you over, and kept at you until he came. It didn't feel right, his hips slamming into yours loudly with each thrust. Were you two actually gonna go uninterrupted until he came? Actually, how long would that be?? Your stomach bulged out consistently, and he pressed down on it with a firm thumb, bringing you to actually piss yourself against him. He brought one hand down on you, then pulled up your shirt along with your bra, slapping at your tits with your face covered by your shirt. Your grimace and sharp breaths were muffled by the cloth, the occasional soft cries from him rutting into you too harshly fell on only your ears. It hurt, he kept ramming into your cervix, and everything was sore. But he still hadn't came yet, your legs and his wet from your piss, your slick and some of your cum, and he still wasn't done yet.
Another orgasm started building, as your walls squeezed and pushed around his member, struggling with his size. He drove into you with unforgiving speed, chasing his own while you clenched a bit too hard. A low groan bubbled out his throat, as he mumbled for you not to tense up too much or else his dick would fall off.. slapping your tits again, watching your nipples pebble and harden at the strike. Out of breath, you turned your head left and right, him pushing down on your stomach again, as another orgasm took its toll. He almost stopped completely in his tracks, your pussy clamping down on him, keeping him inside, while he was in the middle of pulling out. He asked if you wanted his babies that badly, slamming his hips forward with a brutal force while you arched your back at the sensation. He ground into you, and with just a few more languid strokes of his hips, he came, filling you up with an absurd load.
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special! boyfriend!unji zuma x male!reader - you got turned into a cat! 🐾
Slimed out of bed, you hung out with your boyfriend at a park. Which meant holding him, in front of all his friends, curled up in his lap. Falling asleep to the background noise, ear kissed his chest. Only he saw it, and Raiya. Two cat ears sprouting. On the top of your head. Was it a weapon or a curse? Of some fantastical? It poked him, on his chest, so it was assumed safe to touch..? Groping the thing, and hearing you purr. Oh.. so you were safe. Did you..? "Hey," shaken awake, you weren't in the mood to talk, adjusting your pants and a tail popping out. Whaaat. It was so soft. Sooo freaking.. trailed up your back, he cupped it, chin resting on the top of your head.
In any case.. he had to figure this out. Maybe it was a bad idea to stay here.. he didn't know if it was contagious..? Hauling you up and taking you home, the group was used to you two leaving early nowadays, so restless around each other.
His futon was comfy as it's always been, he brought you to his place without much of a second thought. this.. was.. an emergency.. right..? hand working over your tail, and the base of it, while you purred and nuzzled at him. this was.. suuuper grave.. "Hey, no licking," His palm cradled protectively against your cheek, while you rubbed your nose into it. Your.. your uniform.. sit still! He held your arm while working your school uniform off of you, cuddling straight afterward, completely tangled with each other, not a single gap left unfilled. He left a kiss on your forehead, while feeling soft hands knead at his chest. What a life. He was gonna die when dad gets home. But he'd understand. Probably. Your face in his jaw, tail swishing side to side. Were you a dog..?
it's been a while since you didn't sleep.. immediately, whenever you two hung out. it was in no way a good thing, you were.. cursed..? but still, seeing you so excited once in a while was a welcome surprise. he just wished you had a normal tail outside of this he could play around with, wagging your tail left and right with his fingers. so ready and reactive.. back pushing against his palm.
you poked his nose with yours! and he rubbed his on yours as well, petting beneath your chin. this was amazing. please be cursed forever. or maybe nightly, your purring was so quiet but you were close to his ear, he caught all of it. kissing your nose, your eye and your lips, you two were snug as a buuug.
he laid on top of you in your room. your mom was out of town for the week, and you two had all the time to spend. Even though you were usually hands off, he really felt just like a weighted blanket in his sweats and soft shirt, you knuckling at his waist with the fabric all bunched up in your fist. Air con humming, your little lullaby was his breaths falling and rising at his chest, sung to sleep again after another disappointing day. A whole week. He had a full week with yoou. And you just slept day after day after day. Even though he found out where your vibrators are, even though he's wanted a gooood time to kiss again. You looked like you'd never wake up... you slept so much, why did you seem so tired even in school? Were you not eating enough?
Ohh. Yeah. That. You two barely ate these days.
Squishy little thing your cheek was. Nothing to do, a thumb dragged on and around the flesh, he looked sad. Just sad. You should eat, so you two could... so you two could fuck, god damnit. God damnit..
Kissing you on the lips, he stared down at you, straddled at your hips. God dammit, he was so pent up since the start of the week. He's been watching you sleep for days. Days. Literally starving while laying atop you, while you told him he was like a cat. He'd just grumble about you being the one who wanted him to lay down on top of you. The first time you almost died, he was so fucking heavy. It's gotten familiar, though. Home alone with his boyfriend and sitting still was never harder. Especially on your.. everything. Your face next to his. He'd sleep through raging boners, dry eyes shutting and nursed through dreamless slumber. One hand holding a plush thigh, he started humping into you, watching you stir suddenly, not up here but down there.
Precum leaked through both your underwear, you slept in your boxers while he actually kept pants on, but you were enough to enjoy even with so much in the way. The fabric of his sweats not in any way thin, but feeling your cock twitch alive under his drove him crazy. Boyfriends. This was crazy. A couple, touching eachother like this. On a bed. After he came you hadn't even woken up yet. Fucking cruel. These days.. these days were cruel.
dad unji zuma whos regularly passing time on instagram.. watching your friends send him these fuckass messages. he's scared to open any pictures.. single father unji zuma with glasses and a coat.. with his gym friend raiya who comes over n brings food and fruits.. who is such a passionate and caring lover. but is single Obvi. He doesn't have time to settle down!! Hana.. pigtails' name. Whos his colleague and visits too.. who just adoooores you. And when zuma's off to piss raiya didnt keep her off his phone and opened all your friends nudes........ she was curious!!! He always looked down at his phone with an unreadable expression and sometimes a smile.. and it always was an Instagram notif.. your friends couldn't help harassing your poor dad about this, his complexion.. piercings and built chest was just too much to handle..!! He was so good looking!! Who knew he'd confront you about posting your nudes in your story, and getting a boyfriend, by throwing you over the kitchen counter and rutting into you? That don't pretend he's dumb, why on earth did you flash your tits in public on your goddamn story?! Did he really bring you up wrong? He's seen you masturbating in his car, he had to clean it up!! He's tired of you walking around commando. Braless. Were you utterly shameless? Are you stupid? Masturbating with the door open?
If you needed to learn your actions had consequences, he'd stop spoiling you. It's fine if you hate him after this. He's been too busy with work to realise all this, hasn't he? That he should've given you more attention, or been stricter. But you were his princess.. how could he scold you? Completely bottoming out inside your tight walls, he wasn't really expecting you to have a hymen intact anyway, but even without damn were you still wrapping around him like a vice. Was it your age? You were so small beneath him.. maybe that's why you felt tight even though you probably fuck yourself daily on a silicone cock while he's off at work. Why were you always so desperate for his attention, that you've sunk to getting yourself off with your bedroom door open? He was sorry. But this time, it'd be the last you'd whore out. All those stories trying to flirt with your boyfriend before you two got together, all those poses he's seen you in. He'd put an end to it, it's just that boy, right?
Posting it relatively quick, he set down your phone at your side, holding your hip and fucking into you with a hurried speed. Last time he slept with an escort.. even though she had soft skin and lotioned thighs, she wasn't anything like you. Shy, small and cute.. was it your turn spoiling him? He delighted at the messages you've gotten, some voice messages from your cuck boyfriend. He was probably chockfull of STDs anyway, who cares if you couldn't end up with him. Some pimple faced frat boy? You never needed to show any of this off.. you had to settle down with a man, not a boy. Not someone who would only see you when you'd show off like that. Not someone like him. Bringing your leg up to the counter, he fucked you open. It was getting harder to hold onto the edge of the kitchen island, as you weakly mewled his name and wrung his dick, an orgasm shooting through you in waves. Fully lost your breath, he nursed a hickey into the back of your neck, slowing his pace to let you enjoy the complete peak and fall.
Though, he felt it wasn't enough for a lesson well learnt. Slamming back into you, he didn't care anymore if you were going to enjoy it or not.. you paraded around like a walking fleshlight. Hand on your shoulder, he started fucking into you with an unforgivable speed, holding you down while you writhed and bucked underneath him, choking on your spit. It hurt, he was bottoming out with each drive of his hips, and it didn't just kiss your cervix but rammed right into it. A large hand planted down on your lower back, pushing you into the counter.
Everything hurt. The hot tears that rolled down your face weren't from any conscious emotion, nothing you felt right now was short of overwhelming. Even being pushed into the counter was too much, the bulging at your stomach being pushed right back in, granting a new angle to be hit in your gut. Hands a firm claw at your chest, you called his name again, the goal unclear, cunt spasming around his member in the midst of your second orgasm. He was ignoring you.
unji zuma x fem!reader, a night at his, and the reader is very.. chewy. has a problem with always biting her arm. he tries to help her
word count 5k
note: errrr slight mention of an inability for reader to care for herself  and this is wholly a comfort fic. dialogue probably ooc
tags: biting, not smut, ventfic, comfortfic, unji zuma x reader, they fall asleep next to eachother, probably a fluff, dead dove do not eat, reader is kind of an incel. sorry watamote, reader gets a little physically hurt
Sitting at the school entrance, the cold wall began to feel intrusive. Stabbed into your back, joints aching from your crouched, inclined position, the prolonged pressure at your spine from supporting your weight kept you uncomfortable. And only seemed to build up without stop.
It was a long day, no, a long week, as you lay unmoving in your state, bones and muscle aching from how long you've been curled up by the gates. It was dark out. It was useless, and maybe even dangerous. You didn't fully know. As you watched the clock in the corner of your vision, you could only be grateful that maybe the dull aches at your back were the lesser of evils, knowing that if you didn't bring your jacket out today you'd have ran home immediately without a second thought. It wasn't just from the cold, but also because of a thing with your modesty.
It was fine; the light illuminated you, but it'd be off soon, right? Fingers feeling into your warm school jacket, you made yourself as small as possible to face the world. It was useless, but comforting. Squeezing in on yourself, you could make sense of yourself, through the meaningless action. From finger to toe, weak and scared. Stupid. Out of nowhere, you heard a light gasp.. you prayed it wasn't a teacher. You could've sworn you saw them leave already. Though truly who could be here at this hour?
Chewing, you bit your lip, the soft flesh giving way and pliable to your sudden hit of annoyance.
Couples. Ugh. They were the worst things. All giggling. Could they spend an hour off of eachother? Idiots. But asking them to get off eachother might be in their favour, actually. Snapping out of your thoughts, you blinked up at the sudden intrusion, tongue on your lip to soothe the ache of the wound that just so happened to burden you. No, the weather was dry out. No way you bit that hard in the sight of a- ugh.. vomit-inducing couple. Even the man looked ugly. Poor girl.
"What.. what's going on." He asked politely. Yeah, okay. This guy was? In your class. Maybe. You nodded, waiting for him to run along. Sorry for souring your date. Buddy. Stupid.. baldy. "Hey." Insistent, so much so that in fact, your solo date had begun to be ruined. Feeling rude to just ignore him, you could only manage an apology in a small voice, in hopes of dismissing him. With eyes back on your knees, the light from the wall was obstructed by his head, which shielded it from blaring into you from the corner of your eye. But his large shadow engulfing you only served to piss you off at his seemingly large, intimidating form. "Answer me, what're you doing here?" Really? If his girlfriend isn't here, how mad would she be at you when she comes back. "I'm.. waiting. For my boyfriends." A sudden devilish grin took over you halfway through the sentence. Boyfriends, though?! Multiple? You must've gotten ahead of yourself. Beginning to kneel beside you, he couldn't see as fear shot through your every vein at the sudden close contact, his girlfriend was a problem, sure, but he was picking you up!! For sure! "What're you doing here." "..I can't go home." "..."
Looking away for a moment to think, but it was over the second he started. "Wanna crash at mine?" Zuma said, almost unapologetic in his tone. Sleeping together, that's basically sex?! He suddenly moved, standing up, as half in shock you followed suit, he began to walk and called you over to get across the gates together. Why was he holding literally only an umbrella? And leaving behind his girlfriend? This was bad news. What a sleaze. "A-and your.. girlfriend?" "Girlfriend?" He looked dumbfounded. "No I.. I'm just here for my umbrella." "Wow, is it that useful to you?" Wow. He totally paused. In fact, you were walking in front of him now. "Mhm." Maybe he was caught off guard by the question. Oh god, what if it has like a totally touching story? You made a mental note to not bring it up anymore. "I don't live far, so the walk won't be long." Filling up the silence, you almost felt bad as the response from you was really flaccid, having just nodded conservatively, not wanting to connect with such a sleazebag who picks up girls after dark.
This run down.. what? Well it wasn't a motel, was it? Probably not, right?! The gentle clanging of shoes against steel stairs left you unsettled, everything here was unnerving. Why did you agree, even? Well could you refuse him? Did you even have the balls to talk to a guy, nevertheless turn him down?! No, no one step at a time. You spoke with him, you slept with him. The rest will come after. Maybe marriage? You weren't sure how to even hold the rails up the stairs. Don't you tear condoms with your teeth?! This world was so scary. Only really standing around and licking your lips as they dried, feet moving on autopilot, the blood a fading but very real taste in your mouth. The inside of his house was cleean. His dad was cleean. And looked furiously to his son for a reasonable explanation for why he came back with a girl by his side. He's so sleazy even his dad is pissed. Haha, this'll be fun to watch. "It's fine, it's fine, it's not what you're thinking," Yeah, lie to your dad, silly boy. Seeing him flustered is a good change of pace. "She just needs a place to sleep for a night."
Then, his dad's eyes roamed over to you. Wow. Intense stare. You weren't any part of this sick deal, you wanted to say. This isn't my plan, to lie to you! For a moment, you just wanted to keel over and apologize. "Okay." He answered, "I'm going to shower. There's food on the table for you." His dad's voice was gruff, but a bit cool. "..actually, I'll make something for her too." He pushed himself up on his feet. Wow, a muscular son and a muscular dad. And Zuma sat at the low table half wondering what the etiquette was for having a girl over and half hungry. In the end, you shuffled to the table, sitting next to him. Waited for the food, gave thanks and.. listened to the sound of his dad's shower. Hahahahaha. The man was quick, you could tell that. What an air of life to him. Seemed like a righteous, strict dad. Did they live alone, together? No wonder his cooking was so good. You haven't had actual hot food in a while. "Do you like it?" He didn't even care about your soundless replies anymore. Focusing on eating, he finished awfully fast and put his plate at the sink. Going into his room to change, you made a silent bet to yourself on who does the dishes. Two boxes of milk tomorrow for you if it's Zuma.
Wondering if you have to sleep in uniform, you didn't really bring yourself to care, drinking soup and eating rice. You weren't fast by any rate, and could feel time almost slowing down in this cozy home. It's been a while since you were away from the attention of either your parents or your teachers, and you could only dread the day that would come tomorrow when there's nobody to extend their sympathies to you for the night. He kind of stared at you after noticing you'd had still been eating, maybe the shock coming from the all male household. Trying to finish up quicker, you shovelled the fish and vegetables into your bowl and finished, a bit upset at yourself for forcing it down but still, it was more than rude not to. He was being so sweet.. well, was he? Maybe you wouldn't have to teeth the condom, but he did. He was just a sleazy nice.
"Put them in the sink, I'll wash them." Bingo! Hurriedly planting the emptied dishes in the sink, you watched him push up the sleeves of his sweats, looking away from his forearms. Was he crazy, showing those off? This must be him trying something. Refusing to watch the show, your gaze flitted around the small but well settled in home, as he asked you to wear a shirt and shorts in his room while he finishes up the dishes. He could only palm his mouth when you came out in his boxers and shirt, your clothes bundled up in your hands then pushed into your schoolbag. His hand had been wiped off with some towels, but his lips were definitely glistening.. along with his chin, after he took his hand off his face. Bingo. This man was a woman eater. In the meantime, you noticed his dad coming out of his room, wondering if you two actually managed to change at the same time, both of them wearing matching sweats was actually kind of cute. Actually, don't dads not bring clothes into the shower? You had a single mom, so you didn't know. Dad must've slipped out when you were out of the living room to not let you see him in just a towel. What a sight that must've definitely been, he was a well built.. "It's getting late. You two, head to bed." With a silent exit, he turned back to his room, gently closing the door and probably settling in to his bed. Zuma blinked for a moment and told you to shower first, but you declined, "..please go first." With a voice that small, he felt almost rude to press further.
When he was out, you stepped in to a hot and steamy bathroom! The walls dripped with condensation, there was a stool and everything you could've asked for except conditioner. Your diet was so bad that your hair was wholly dependent on the stuff, so you opted to just rinse your head with water and wash up with body wash, then..! The long awaited moment. The bath! The wooden cover was easily peeled, folded back as you stepped in gingerly, savoring the moment. They had it set at a higher temperature than you did at home. Often you were too lazy to prepare a bath yourself so you'd visit bathhouses instead, so this was like.. a premium luxury spa.
?! In a family.. don't you use the same water for everyone, and then drain?!
Looking at the water, gleaming back up at you. This is the same water that he?! Pulling back a bit, feeling utterly harassed and uncomfortable, you fought back by actually drinking the water. Yeah, serves you right. How's the taste of that?! I'm a huge pervert too! Ahh! This was your own bathwater, too.. did you wash your ass crack?! This was so scary! This house was so scary! What the fuck?! Getting the hell out of the tub, the hot water remained a second skin of warmth, as hot tears accompanied it, rolling down the awfully pained expression on your face from an unknown conflict unrelentingly felt at your gut. Shuffling your clothes onto drying damp skin, the door shut with a loud bang as Zuma looked at you conflicted. Why did you look like a mess straight out the bath? Isn't it the opposite way around? Peeking out his doorway, a bit worried about the noise waking his dad. Was there a cockroach..?
Pretending like you didn't do something wholly scummy, you smiled and shuffled over to him, quietly bowing in thanks for the bath. "We don't really have a spare futon, so I'll sleep in the living room." Huh? "You can use mine." What. That was impossible. A boy's room? His bed? His used bed.. the same one he grew up in and had wet dreams in and peed himself in when he was young. Having shut his bedroom door half in shock and half in refusal, you sat down, eyes to the floor. He spoke through the door at your obvious decline, "..I wont sleep well if I know I let a girl sleep on the cold hard floor as my guest."
As he pulled the door back open, he saw the lithe docile scene of his beloved guest on his floor in front of his bedroom door completely kneeling, hand under head on the cold hard floor. You wanted to rip his skull out. To think that you'd ever need to be in a man's room. "I don't wanna burden you any further so please let me sleep here."
He had no choice but to agree and mutter a short 'goodnight' after handing you an extra blanket and pillow.
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What a shitty sleep. Waking up with his hand on his stomach, he sat up in his bed and blinked himself just-conscious. Talking about shitty, he needed to use the toilet. Sliding open his door, hand scratching his stomach under his sweats, he wondered what these aches were from. Was it stress? Did he sleep in a bad position, or actually too deeply? He felt so uncoordinated. Getting himself to the toilet, he got a chaste look at last night, where he was changing the bathwater for his guest. Where he felt almost bad for getting her home. She seemed so lost and uncomfortable. Taking a quick piss, he washed his hands numbly and closed the bathroom door behind him with a quick twist of the doorknob. Turning the light off, he noticed it illuminate her sleepless face, sitting up with her back on her backpack, gaze stuck at her knees as if it were the only thing in the world. "..can't sleep?" He mumbled, voice low and cautious to not wake his father. Hoarse from sleep, he picked up some of the blanket on the floor and pulled it over her, a bit confused. "Do you want to.. eat something..?"
About to ask her what she's doing, he noticed her hands crossed on her knees.. and her chewing on her arm. Her face was a bit hard to tell in the dark light, but it didn't seem as though she was looking at him anyway. Tearing her arm off of her mouth, he asked her what she was doing, and she responded slowly, "..I can't sleep without.." "Without?" ".......my plushy." So totally done with her, he sighed and rubbed some of the sleep out his eyes, wondering what he could even do for her. "Are you scared?" There was no response. "Wait a moment.."
Quietly pushing his dad's room's door open, he thought of how he had a daughter. Rummaging in his closet, he found a little teddybear. Taking his time to get back out, he gingerly shut the door, "I'll apologize for you, so.." "No, it has to be my one." He groaned, slipping back in his dad's room to put the toy back. Sitting next to her afterward, he looked.. disheveled. In the moonlight, the subtle white glow on his face made him look just that much paler. "I'll sit with you. Better to stay up together, right?"
Noticing out of the corner of his eye as her arm came into light the numerous bite marks that littered now red skin. What happened? What on earth was she doing? Doesn't that hurt? "You're like a dog.." He said, in his tired state, as she smiled in response. "Sorry if I'm not good at this.. I never.. get to stay up anymore.." As he yawned into his knees, she similarly did the same. Eyelids heavy, he pressed his head into the wall, "..you can go to sleep." And immediately blacked out the moment he heard the words.
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Completely destabilising. Though his face was heavily blurred by shadow, sometimes he turns at a nice enough angle to reveal his face. Just when it feels easy enough to forget the situation you were in, his face comes back into view. It was driving you crazy. First, he probably felt the saliva on your arm when he fucking put you in check. Second, he didn't fucking wipe it on anything. Third, he wanted to keep you company. This was what a crazy person would do. Why does he always feel so welcome to do anything he wanted? You wish you had his confidence.
For a second imagining him falling asleep on your shoulder, you retreated into the soft blankets to hide your expression, from the very angelic sleeping beauty next to you. What a bother. It's like he'll die if he can't pry. Feeling his shirt, it was soft but in a breathable way. He was a sporty guy, so it made sense for his clothes to be loose and... you'll admit it, cold. The shirt was cold. Even with the blanket, it was fucking cold. Reaching for your jacket finally, he seemed to wake gently from your shuffling, so you started going at a snail's pace to let him keep. Sleeping. So he wouldn't talk to you anymore.
Looking him up and down, for a moment his trust was appreciated. His adams apple was so apparent.. his voice was gentle and soft. If someone were to see this scene right now, they might actually get the wrong idea. Feeling yourself drift off slightly, you saw his dad in the corner of your eye, and sat back up fully awake. "Hi." "Couldn't sleep?!" "Y-Yes." With a grumble, he head in the bathroom, coming back and scorning after he was finished, not believing someone was getting so close to his family. "I can't believe he sat so close." He stalked off to his room where he promptly collapsed in exhaustion, probably woken up by all the noise, and you shifted a bit farther from Zuma. What an overprotective dad. They were a nice family.
Rubbing over your arms, feeling the sting, you thought about how terrible it would be to bite him. His muscle would be a bad texture. He blinked in response, and you looked away, he woke up with his dad's voice?? Was the man that intimidating?! Giggling a bit, it was funny to see how normal he seemed when his dad was in the picture. Like.. one more thing in the food chain. He couldn't understand why you had stared, or that he fell asleep next to you. Starting conversation again, you silently cursed as he got all buddy buddy with you again.
"What-what time is it, anyway?" Looking around for the clock, it was two in the morning. He looked worried. Don't bite your arm, it's all red, but you couldn't care less. He got you some bread, but the plastic just crinkled in your hand. You didn't want to eat, not at all. "..your dad's mad at us." He had a feeling, he said. Palming his neck, he wondered aloud if he'd need to return to his room, and while you celebrated a silent victory, he changed his mind and kept sitting by you. Fighting every urge to take out your feelings on your arm, you moved awkwardly, staring all around the room then back at him. He kept getting confused today. *Your circulation must be good*, you wanted to say. *Since you exercise regularly.* but it sounded weird like a relative visiting. It's not like you've ever wanted to speak to him or people like him, but he seemed so tired. What an effort just to keep you company. What a waste of time.
Whatever, he'd forget about this anyway. "Why'd you invite me here?" "Oh.. I just wanted to. I'd regret it if I didn't." You couldn't even call him self centered. Reclining back into yourself, you blinked away something bubbling up in your throat, feeling bad for everything you've done and thought about him.
"..I drank your bathwater." "What?" He genuinely paled. "I don't think you should have me here."
His eyebrows twitched, a frown seeping into his face. "I didn't think.. that was what was happening." "Just don't do it again," Wanting to cry, you nodded solemnly, lips pressed tightly together. "Okay," Pulling at his borrowed boxers, you spaced out, feeling just a little bit more comfortable with him. "Your arms are really pretty." He thanked you, and in the quiet room, you prayed his dad didn't hear any of it. "Maybe.. I can look like you, in my next life."
Chewing on your arm out of habit, he tugged it out your mouth again. "Stop doing that." *What's wrong with you,* you wanted to say. What else could you do? It was the only way to calm down. Holding his arm in front of your face, he mouthed something? You couldn't hear. Blanking out at his defined and sculpted arm, like eye candy, you turned your head and pulled away, while he remained insistent in whatever he was doing. Closing your eyes, you could gather enough composure to fully pay attention to what he was saying. "..I'm serious."
What the fuck was he on?? About? Blinking at him, you motioned for his arm to move away, and he tentatively pulled it back, mouth agape when you mentioned how you blanked out and couldn't hear what he was saying. "I'm saying.. if you have to do it, do it on mine." Chewing on your lip, you couldn't even believe what you were hearing. Did he have a fetish? "Hey-- what're you doing?" "I thought you were a good guy.." "What?! No.. wait. I mean-" What a difficult man. Maybe he was thinking the same, about how difficult you were. "That's just what any friend would do.." Looking away, you mentioned about how it was just some old habit he should forget about. "Does it hurt, though?" "..I can take it." "Don't want you to. Friends rely on eachother."
Looking at his arm, you wondered if he wanted to get married. To put that thing in your mouth would be sex. Skin on skin, lips around him? Was that code for head? Did he want to do something with you? "I'll think about it." With a dumb sigh, he pressed his back against the wall, the familiar position bringing him back to his biking days. The only difference was that now he copied you, legs not spread and person relaxing on a wall.
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He wondered if she'd do it if he did it on her. Chasing away the thought, he reminded himself that she was just a girl. Usually friends convince you to do something you don't want by letting you follow their lead, but in this case? She might think he's some pervert. In any case, nobody bites anyone. At all. Staring at a wet patch at her wrist, he felt negligent as a host, for some reason. He wouldn't let his guest suffer like this. Taking a few moments to steel himself from how ridiculous he'd sound, he asked if she'd give it a shot if he did it too, and she nodded thinking the sight of him biting his own arm would be funny, too. When his hand hesitantly wrapped around her abused wrist, it was without hesitation yanked out his grip, and he felt his face warm at her dumbfounded expression. Why did he feel like he just assaulted her or something? "Well, do it already!" He tried again and she pulled away, his brow bridge so sore just from today's work. Rubbing in between his eyebrows, he wanted to have more patience but it was like a magic show being with her. Sometimes he felt like he was being tricked.
"..why aren't you doing it?" He started to get fed up. "What're you doing?" "..it." "What on earth is the 'it' you're thinking of?" "..tell me!" "I thought you'd be less scared if we both ripped our fucking arms off with our teeth."
Groaning, he covered his face, wanting to muster courage but he just couldn't. Not in this situation. She looked on the brink of tears at how exasperated he was getting. How could he keep his composure? Why was he doing all this? Biting her fucking arm? Him? Will she break in half? What the fuck was he doing with his time? "I thought.. you'd.. you meant, on your arm." Never seeing him so ticked off before, she pulled back, sputtering for a while before apologising, and admitting that she wouldn't wanna do it, and thinks he wouldn't either. For a moment, he felt as if he was levitating. Was it the time? Was it because he was drowsy? Left foot over his right, he nodded, not sure what he wanted to do or say anymore.
Lifting her arm up, she looked at the numerous bite marks, and rubbed at them to fade the brands, trying to reassure him. "..I'll be more careful next time. If I do it, I'll just think of getting scolded again, so I'll probably stop doing it." "..don't do it in front of me." She mentioned it being a habit again before returning her arms to the inside of her sleeves, back to hugging her knees. Wanting to at least wipe the slick off first, things ended up with him just sighing and looking at her head, dully noting how on earth she planned to sleep with her hair tie still in.
Gesturing for her to take it off, she shook her head gingerly and he left the matter alone. Maybe it was none of his business.
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Taking a deep breath as he seemed to give up easy this time, you pawed at your hair and gathered some of it in your hand, raking it through.
Basically the last thing keeping yourself together, you would rather die than take that thing out. You literally lapped at his bath water like some dumbass idiot. Now he's telling you to not bother with keeping up appearances? Forget it. It's all that you have! Your dignity resides in only this object alone, in this house. For a moment you wondered how easy it would be to just have a buzz like his, not needing to bother with the conditioner research and shame that comes with shitty hair. Suddenly pissed off, you bit at your thumb, though through your jacket, and promptly pulled it back with both the harsh feel of cotton on your tongue and his light scorn, putting your hands underneath you as a seat afterward. It was the first time anyone's paid this much attention.
"Do you like cooking?" "I've never tried." It was hard to be polite and friendly at the same time. He didn't even want to be here, he just had to. For his own sanity's sake. Walking over to the bathroom, the cold tiles were sleek and still a bit wet when you got in, door closing to you sitting again barefoot with your back on a wall, chewing at your palm. This was driving you nuts. You needed to go *home*. He was annoying. Not a friend, but the consequence of your actions. Moving out, you grabbed your things and thanked him for the stay, and said you needed to leave now. He said he'd walk you since it's dangerous this late out, but you were already putting on your bag at the door.
"..I'm sorry." Staring at him, you bit your lip, nodded, and clasped your neck with the wet spot on your palm. "I can't stay here forever. I don't wanna be here anymore." "We can get your toy, and come back." His voice was strong. It always had been, even when he was playing quiet for his dad. An air of strength and resilience, that maybe came from a deep respect. Completely swayed by his compassion, your thumbnail was unfortunately yet another chew toy as you put your things down, got the blanket, huddled up against a pillow and went to sleep. It was tiring to think about. But even more so was his incessant pestering. You couldn't deal with it right now. A friend was the last thing you wanted. But as dry, heavy eyes met their peace, a moment's of exhaustion overtook as you fell headfirst into the worst dream of your life. Ever. No competition. It was annoying, too. The type that you remember slowly after waking up and bit by bit that doesn't leave you. You woke up by his side, curled up by his foot while he slept with his back to the wall. Like a monk.. looking for the clock, you couldn't even find it in time, before his dad took over the space in the room, blaring down at you two after an intense mental battle you could literally see happening in his brain as he stood there unmoving in front of you. "Get up!" Both of you scrambling to your feet, you watched in silence as Zuma went through his daily motions, changing in his room and you following suit by getting in yours in the bathroom. Sitting together at the table as two idiots, the dark sky still remained behind his window, was he an early riser because his dad's a cop? After having breakfast together, with only you appreciating the much needed silence from being half awake, his dad left first to get to work while you two... wait for school? What, do you go back to sleep?! "I usually work out around this time, so.." A monk?! "..if you wanna finish up your food and go back to sleep, I'll just wake you when it's time to go." Immediately crawling back under the covers with an empty dish on the table, bundled up you rolled over to avoid his gaze while you slept.
Almost falling back into deep sleep, unsure for how long a while, you blinked yourself awake.
Wait, weren't you two home alone, and for two hours? Peeking into his room, to see him taking a short break, his hands on his knees with his eyes closed. So this is how he usually sat.. legs folded beneath him. They did seem like a traditional family, now that you thought about it. Tugging the door open, you slimed in, bowing your head in thanks. "I.. I'll make up for this, so don't worry." "Do whatever you want," "I.. umm.. I wish you hadn't found me. I wish.. you could've just looked away. I'm sorry for drinking your toilet water and making you stay up all night." "Even the toilet water..?" "N. No. I meant the bath." He looked unbothered, "I don't know.. enough. To make it up to you. What can I do..?" In a complete bow, knees folded under your stomach and head on your hands, you told him that you would be in debt to him and won't rest easy until you find a way to repay him. He muttered an 'it's fine' and 'I don't need a place to stay for a night,' and you could only shake when you realised you really couldn't repay him.
Hands shaky, you brought over yourself to him, his knees facing yours as you gestured for him to put a hand forward, and bit on his wrist as fast and as hard as you could, at least without breaking skin. He made a face at the pain, worse than a pinch by far, and wondered when you would be letting go. Tearing your teeth up his hand and off his arm, it left a red streak as you marvelled at the brand you just made on him. "I'll. I'll stop, doing it. It hurts, right?" Giggling at his nodding, you put down his hand, the burst of will probably going to make every next decision of your life hell when you realise what the fuck you did after the adrenaline rush goes away.
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There was something fascinating about how he acted in love. He never asked much of you, always pampering and spoiling you like a princess. Maybe. It felt that way. When you barely did anything in return, and just looked pretty, he seemed to never really get enough of you. His lip pushing hard against your cheek told you it too. That you were something that gave him a certain patience. He'd never get mad at you. But he stopped waiting for you to kiss back, smushing kiss after kiss into your cheek, leaning in a bit too much. A bit too forward, that Raiya kicked him in the side and told him to stop with the PDA. He wanted to drag you off, you saw it happening. In your mind's eye, he kept you close on his chest and kissed you all he wanted. Of course he wouldn't, you made him patient. You made him happy. He would wait, you were sure. For the next kiss. You sure did owe him a few.
You two left early, mostly due to his boner. How could he be in public with that? Hand stuffed weirdly in his pocket, he tried to hide it while you walked him home this time around, him not feeling up to being outside for much longer. What an absolute amazing plan. You just needed to kiss him before he went back to his place, at his doorstep. He'd drag you in. Simple dimple. His daaaad was fucking having lunch while watching the door nudge open to your back. His hand squeezing your thigh. This dumbass, it was humbling. Just how dumb? Was he being. Every drop of blood surely leaving his system, he stepped back out and realized he was to die, he was dead. The door closed, you two sprinted out, making your way into a disabled bathroom just nearby, some random park. He wouldn't get off of you. If he wanted to touch you, he'd do it now, while tomorrow hasn't come yet. While he hasn't gone home yet to his fuckass overprotective dad. The bathroom was quiet save for your laughing, he was terrified. So scared. So stupid. You had a new way to test his patience, now. One only a boyfriend could. Rubbing your hand on his bulge, pants pooled at his ankles while he humped it, your palm aggressively shuffling in place while he tried to get off, hand squeezing your wrist intimidatingly tight. The bruise he apologized for later, jizz painting the inside of his boxers. It was so warm. Everything about him was so warm. All the time. If you had his body temperature you'd start swimming in sweat.
None of it was foreign when he wiped at the mess with a tissue, back facing you and chest rising up and down at the aftermath of whatever it was he wanted to do. Of trying to cum into your soft little hand. You found it adorable. He was your exact opposite. You couldn't even get it up half of the time. This clumsy look on him was your favorite. Complains about his soiled undies and trying not to show you his semi. Avoiding home so hard he went commando, washing his cum stained underwear in the bathroom sink and using soap.
Pillow under his cheek, your soft hair cushions his head while he rested his eyes. Did you have erectile dysfunction? Or just a small dick?
It just didn't turn you on, you said. What do you usually.. you found it exciting to masturbate, you guessed. Usually took some work to get to full mast. Odd, like how many white hairs you had, and how you were on another fast. Odd like how porn suddenly sucked. Though he only knew one of those few things. Even if he gets beat, he'll spring right back up tomorrow, after a good night's sleep. No amount of reassurance got him to care. He couldn't care about what came after the beating. Dad was fucking furious and scary. There was no winning... pda was serious. From then on you two were way more careful, his ass sore from being belted, you got him lotion for it. You two avoided any mentions of him for like a week or two afterward.
Holding a pen and paper, brown pages stared patiently while he in turn held a gaze towards a bloody cough. Crimson red glistening on his fingers, you asked him politely *not to write his signature in blood, please* to put his finger in your mouth. "Can I lick it?"
"Sure"
It was perfect. His finals. The last match your school had before graduation in just absolutely no time. You were there at the quarterfinals as well, but left without a word. This time you cheered, louder, better than (competitively) everyone, and starkly avoided losing your voice to get his signature before leaving. Your basketball team captain, who gave his all every day, even at his studies.
He jerked off to you that night. You were sure of it. Thinking of your soft tongue. The way with utmost caution, handling his wrist with a ghost of a touch, licking up his finger imagining it was his shaft you'd be bared to for the first time. That fucking cock you worshipped, the one you needed sandwiched between your thighs. Closing your eyes while you licked, this was his blood. The flavor.. the flavor of spit. Of your spit. Your spit?
Damn it all. You were so close to it. Damn it all.
a/n: short fic about reader fantasizing/imagining. enjoy
You left his house. He caught you, on his way home, he saw you at the park. He picked you up and on the way home, asked why you had left. You had forgotten.
Then you remember. Rolling out of his arms, you made off to the park again, not even knowing how to get home without money. He brought you back to his arms, and at home, his stare was unlike any you've seen before. Rolling up your sleeves, he thumbed at the hickeys, the bruises, and asked you if you wanted more, the look he gave finally clicked. He was disappointed.
