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kinktober day 8: dry humping & breath play
pairing: loner! top/seme male reader x popular! bully! character
premise: you get entangled in a game of 'seven minutes in heaven' with the group of guys who bully you every day—perhaps they don’t hate you as much as you think
postscript: y'all know the drill; this writing piece isn't explicitly for any character, so you're free to decide who you want it to be about. also, I low-key might make a sequel to this, but don't hold me to it!!!
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you were never one to be known. a majority of your time was spent in solitude, viewing being alone as a means for peace. that simple fact made you a target for a great plethora of insults and teasing from whoever felt it was necessary to call out your lack of socialization. more times than not, however, it was the popular kids of a school.
the school fame never ceased to reach their head, and they let you know that by making it a habit to bug you at least once per day. had you not known any better, you would've thought their harassment was just a disguised attempt to linger around you, with how big of a portion of their school day they took just to be in your space.
you didn't bother meddling in the reason behind why they did what they did; you just focused on getting through it every day and giving them the smallest reaction you could.
eventually at some point in the year, one of your very few friends had invited you to a party. well—really, he had to beg for you to go. aside from being an outcast at school, you also avoided get-togethers of any sort. it was almost ridiculous how much you kept to yourself.
nonetheless, after an excessive amount of pleading from your companion to leave your house and join him at the function, you finally agreed. although you gave in to his attempts at getting you to go, you didn't plan to stay for long at the gathering. if it was as good of a party as your friend had described, the chances of your tormentors being there were extremely likely. after all, what was a party without renowned students showing up?
what you didn't expect, however, was to bump into them at such an early point while there. you'd only made it ten minutes inside the house where the event was taking place before you heard a familiar voice across the room, using the insulting name that only a secluded group of individuals called you.
before you knew it, one of your bullies had made their way across the room and draped an arm around you, prodding at the reason behind you being there. "I don't think the host would've knowingly invited you to this party; are you sure you didn't sneak your way past the entrance or something?" he'd asked, a playful tone accompanying his words while a demeaning stare stuck to his eyes.
not even getting the chance to respond, someone from the room he had previously been in called out for him, informing him that "the game" was about to start. you were beyond confused, as prior to him coming up, you had no knowledge of a game happening.
though, you hoped that him getting that piece of data would mean leaving you alone to go partake in whatever it was. instead, he dragged you along with him, shoving you past the crowd and into a smaller room with people sitting down in a circle; one empty beer bottle lay flat in the middle of them.
as you scanned the room, you came to the realization that not only him, but also the rest of the group of boys who spent their free time harassing you were also playing this supposed game. that would've been your cue to turn around and leave, but as you were held in place by the initial guy that saw you, escaping wasn't an option anymore.
after a bit of slander from the other guys who you also recognized in the room, you ultimately sat down in the circle as well, getting a spot in between two random girls that you'd never met before. they seemed pretty normal about you, even with the continuous insults that kept on being thrown your way and questions about why you'd chosen to sit in between two chicks.
when all of the harassment calmed down, though, the game officially began. up to this point, you were still fairly confused on what the motive behind the game was. yeah, you were aware it was probably some sort of intimate game due to the setup, but you weren't exactly sure which one it was.
and by the time you'd found out, the bottle had already landed on you. it wouldn't have been that bad of a thing, had it not been spun again and landed on—of course—one of your bullies. this is when you immediately became tense, already expecting a wave of degrading words to fly out of his mouth as retaliation for the bottle's stopping point.
yet, he didn't. instead, he just stood up with a grin, already walking to the closet door before you could fully register anything. he wasn't going to say anything about it? 'huh, that's a bit weird,' you thought to yourself, slowly getting off the floor and following lead to his steps.
as the door closed with a "click," you heard the muffled voice of one of the girls saying she was going to start the timer for 7 minutes now. you heard her footsteps getting farther away from the door, letting out a deep exhale as you looked around the tight-fit room, trying to avoid any chance at making eye contact with the guy in front of you.
he didn't seem to agree with the whole silence plan, though, snickering at you with a glare of contempt in his eyes. "you've never played this game before or something?" he asked while crossing his arms. "probably not, considering you don't have any people to hang out—and much less play this game with."
he let out a laugh at his own words, thinking the topic of your solitude was beyond hilarious. you didn't feed into his taunting, however, keeping your gaze away from his body and on a part of the wall. that seemed to irk him, as he got close to you, removing one hand from his chest to grab you by the collar of your shirt.
"hey, I'm talking to you, asshole," he'd spit out, his brows furrowed at your lack of acknowledgement for him. he leaned his face closer to yours, trying to use the proximity as a means for you to look at him. "is there a problem with your vision or something?"
you closed your eyes as you let out a deep exhale, shifting your head to finally look at him. before you could tell him to buzz off and leave you alone, he took the chance of your face being aligned opposite of his and smashed your lips together. your first instinct was to try pushing him away, but he only used that as motive to move you both against a wall in the room, using the firm enclosure to wrap his arms around your neck, and deepening the kiss more.
by this point you couldn't breathe. you were too caught up on the fact that the least likely person to ever do this was actively kissing you and refusing to disconnect your lips. the shock of the situation had made remembering to take in air fairly hard, and the longer the kiss went on, the weaker you got, your legs starting to wobble and your frame sliding down the floor from your lack of oxygen.
when you eventually collapsed, he finally pulled away. you stayed sprawled on the closet floor, breathing hard in an attempt to regain the air you'd lost during the kiss. your tormentor licked his lips, a new glint of what seemed to be lust in his gaze. "shit, I've been waiting so long to do that," he'd quietly huff out, crawling over to your figure and straddling your hips, taking the opportunity of you being temporarily immobile to his advantage.
"w-what? what do you mean, y-you've been waiting fo—" before you could finish your question, a high-pitched voice rang from the other side of the door.
"four more minutes!" she exclaimed, informing you and the guy now on top of you that three minutes had passed since you entered the room. he looked to be bummed out by the lack of time, his frame slightly slumping before he turned back to you.
"guess we'll have to make the most out of what's left then," he stated, placing his hands on both your shoulders to balance himself before beginning to move his hips, grinding down on your clothed cock. you let a hiss escape your mouth, too awestruck to do anything else. the amount of things that had happened in the past minute was too much, and you were still in the process of taking it all in to really give a proper reaction.
something that did stick in your mind, though, was that this was wrong on so many levels. he was your bully. your harasser. one of the people who actively partook in making your life a living hell. yet, all of that went out the window as you felt yourself hardening through your pants.
you'd deal with the rational side of this situation later. right now, he was rubbing his ass down deliciously on your dick, and you'll be damned if you take his willingness to please you for granted.
you got a firm grasp of his hips, tightly holding them as you threw your head back. using your hands, you maneuvered him to move faster, leading the rhythm he was grinding himself down on you with. as small groans and sharp breaths left your mouth, you started mildly bucking your own hips upwards into his ass, trying to reach your high as soon as possible.
one of your bullies' hands left your shoulder as he shoved it into his own pants, palming his cock at the same pace you were humping into him. he pressed his lips together in hopes of holding back any noises, but small whines and whimpers still managed to make their way past his mouth. seeing him touching himself while satisfying you made a knot start forming in the pit of your stomach, the feeling of your approaching high making itself known.
"f-fuck, I'm gonna cum," you groaned out, your thrusts becoming more needy and irregular. you let a low moan leave your lips as you reached your orgasm, a wet and sticky mark forming on your pants. a few seconds later the boy on top of you let out a strained squeal of his own, closing his eyes as his peak flowed through him as well.
after you two both eased down from your high, he went to lay his upper body on you, head falling into the crook of your neck as he tried regulating his breaths.
"wow," you muttered, glancing over at him. you wanted to say more, but now that the moment was over, you weren't aware if saying anything would be appropriate. for all you knew, this was a one-time deal for him to get his rocks off, and he was regretting it now that he was post-orgasm.
you didn't get to dwell much on that train of thought, though, as you heard a knock at the door that startled both of you to your feet. "time's up!" cheered the same voice from before, the door being swung open before she even finished her phrase.
the moment the girl went to continue talking after opening the door, she immediately cut herself off. silence filled the room as everyone stared at you and the other male. the circle of people on the floor scanned both of your bodies, from the disheveled hair to your red faces to the slight stain in your pants. it was blatantly obvious that something had happened in that closet.
the tension in the room could be cut with a knife, completely unbearable even though nothing was being said. as soon as you stepped outside of the closet, you cleared your throat before heading towards the door.
"I—um, I just remembered I need to go do something. sorry for the sudden leave." you murmured out, booking it for the door as the half-assed excuse left your lips. what you did notice, however, before closing the door to the room as you exited it, was a certain look that all your bullies directed towards the guy you'd been spending the seven minutes with. it was something so different from what you'd ever seen in their eyes.
if you were none the wiser, you'd have thought it was envy.
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