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You adjust the ribbon in your hair. Losing a bet with Riyo usually meant losing some of your dignity, and this time is no different. The blue babydoll dress falls around your mid thighs. Humiliating. You don’t dress unfemininely for a guy. This is definitely not the first time that you’ve worn a skirt. But it’s still embarrassing when Riyo is telling you that you’re pretty enough to be a girl and then laughing at your short dress and stupid thigh highs. The dress is pretty though. It’s a nice blue and the black thigh highs match the ribbon in your hair. Looking at your reflection, you would be a pretty good looking girl. There’s a knock on the door, and assuming that it’s Riyo, you shout for the person to come in. you walk out of your bathroom, doing a little spin to display the dress. Then you make eye contact with who came in. It’s Zanka.
The door is shut now, and his eyes are extremely wide. “Y-you’re! The fuck are you wearin’?”
You just stand there, buffering for a second. Why the fuck would he ever be in here? Where’s Riyo? You turn to get changed, embarrassed and ears red, but you feel Zanka’s hand wrap around your wrist. He turns you around and just oggles the dress. “What, finding out about yourself?” you taunt, trying to sound confident. He’s silent. You try again, “Don’t ya know it’s rude to stare?” “That’s a nice blue,” he mumbles, almost to himself. You laugh uncomfortably. This is so humiliating, you’re gonna kill Riyo for this. You defend yourself finally, saying, “What, never seen a guy in a dress before? I lost a bet.”
Zanka’s hand brushes along your side. You find yourself swallowing. Then he snatches his hand away. “Uh! fuck! What's wrong with ya? Since when do you dress like..that?”
You feel your ears turn pink at the blatant judgement. “Is it a crime to feel pretty? Just cause you’re ugly doesn’t mean everyone else likes to be!” That’s a lie. You find him super attractive. Especially with how he’s struggling to tear his eyes away from your thighs. He scoffs, “Don’t be a bitch, you’re the one in the dress!”
You shove him in the chest a bit. You’d rather not fight in your room, but if you must, then you will. “Yeah? Say that again!” Zanka licks his bottom lip. Fukc, that’s hot. He looks at your lips. “What, ya wanna kiss me? I knew you didn’t like girls,” you laugh at him. But his lack of retort scares you slightly. He touches the ribbon in your hair.
“Maybe.”
Your knees feel a little weak. You’re supposed to be making him flustered, not the other way around! “yeah? then do it” He won’t. Zanka is too shy and also a bit of a germaphobe. He wouldn’t kiss you. His lips are warm and soft when they connect to yours. You groan into the kiss a bit pathetically, and grab his hips to push him against you. If he’s gonna be bold you can too. He moans and pushes against you. You didn’t expect that, and you moan back. When you two pull away you lead him to the bed. “You think this makes you any less gay because I’m in a dress?” you taunt. You know he’s not out yet, but it’s pretty obvious what he is anyway. He doesn’t respond, just pushes you down and straddles you. “shut up.” You shut up immediately, pulling him down by his hair to kiss you again. It’s hot and desperate and so messy. You trail down his neck, leaving faint marks that will still be able to fade. He’s breathing heavily and tugs on your hair. You stop, looking up to make sure that he’s okay with it, when you feel him squeeze your thigh.
You look down at his hand gripping you tightly. He’s staring down at them, the heat in his eyes so strong you’re worried you’ll set on fire. “can I?” he mumbles. He doesn’t wait for an answer as he undoes his belt. He’s hard. Very hard.
His dick is a little pink, and there’s a subtle vein on the left of it that is protruding a little. The head is slick with precum and he wraps a hand around it, pumping it while looking at your legs. You feel bold at his clear attraction. “Don’t be shy, Zanka. I’m right here, aren’t I?”
His hand stutters on his dick. Then he grabs your ankles, pushes them together, and throws them over his left shoulder. He moves your thigh highs down to your knees and pushes your thighs together. Then he pushes his dick in between your closed legs to fuck into your thighs.
He grunts, slipping in and out. You watch the head be visible and then disappear again. You are so hard right now it almost hurts. Zanka pushes his face against your calves and he breathes heavily. His thrusts get sporadic and then he stops, pulling away. He didn’t even come, and you can’t tell if you’re upset or not. He looks down at you with lidded eyes.
“..fuck,” he grumbles, looking down at your crotch. You feel your face get hot as he just stares.
“You’re a damn perv,” he mutters as his hand rests on the dress, pushing the heel of it into your leaking cock. You whimper, hips wriggling for more friction as you process what he said. “I’m the perv? You just tried to fuck my thighs..ngh”
Your protest at the insult turns to soft pants and whimpers as he rhythmically rubs against your erection through the dress. His expression is focused as he touches you, which only makes you hornier. Finally, he flips the dress up to actually touch you.
He maneuvers so that your legs are around him now, and so that they’re spread. He pushes your socks back up to your thighs. Before you can tease him about this though, he pushes your dicks together and holds them in his fist. Your head slams back against the bed as you squirm. He moves his hand up and down slowly, breathing heavily. He puts his middle finger in between the two heads and starts to go faster as he gains confidence. You whimper, your legs turning to jelly. “Zanka I’m gonna come..fuck..” you whimper. You feel everything tighten and feel so close to feeling the relief of coming when he pulls away, holding the base of your dick tight. You groan in frustration.
He keeps touching his own dick, leading himself to his finish on your thighs and dick. Your face burns in embarrassment and annoyance. What gave him the audacity to prevent you from coming!?
Zanka is breathing heavily and recovering from his high. You glare at him, still hot and bothered and so turned on by him looking this tired.
“You’re a damn prick,” you hiss at him. He is immediately pissed, “Say that again, asshole!”
“Yeah? I will! You’re a damn prick!” you say louder. He slaps your thigh just enough to sting. You squirm.
Zanka’s hand still rests on your thigh. “Am I still a prick? Huh?” he taunts you. You nod. He slaps your thigh again, but harder, making you whimper softly. He stares at you and you look away awkwardly. He lets out a shaky breath.
“You’re a kinky fuck,” he mutters. You immediately whip your head around to say something to him about being the one to slap you, but he’s already begun to move his hand up and down your cock slowly.
Your words are lost as you make direct eye contact with him. You think you’re gonna either explode or ascend.
He looks away first, moving his hand faster. He fists your cock hard enough for you to whimper and wince. He stops going as hard when you say ‘ow!’ a little too loud. But when you look down at him again his dick is rock hard again.
As you get close he stops again, holding the base tightly until the sensation of getting so close to the edge is a small buzzing in your entire body. He still holds that while he fingers you slowly with one finger. You whimper as you squirm, wanting more. You’re a bit past shame now, honestly.
Zanka pushes another finger in, pushing them in and out rhythmically. “Wow, you really take it like a good boy, huh,” he mutters. It’s embarrassing how much your back arches at that. He was clearly repeating some shit he’d probably heard someone else say. You can’t imagine Zanka just saying stuff like that randomly. But when you look at him again he’s smirking slightly.
“You’re so predictable. Of course you like being called a good boy,” he taunts you. You just nod pathetically. He pushes his fingers in roughly, adding another. “You’d probably like it if I did this all night. Probably wouldn't care what I did to ya as long as I called you a good boy, huh.”
You squirm some more under him, half wondering where he learned to talk like that, half praying that he wouldn’t stop. He slaps your thigh again as he keeps loosening you up. “Can’t believe you wear dresses like some sorta cross dresser,” he mumbles, breathing hot air on your neck. You roll your hips to meet his thrusts with his fingers. “Can’t believe I find this so hot,” Zanka mumbles. Then he pulls away and grabs your hips, pushing them up and putting your legs back over his shoulders.
“You gonna fuck me like this?” you say. You try to sound like you’re judging him, but you just sound wrecked and desperate. He touches the fabric of the dress. “Do ya want me to?”
You nod immediately. It’s so obvious you want him to. Zanka looks at you.
“Then beg.”
Fuck that. You’re already being pretty desperate and embarrassing, and that’s still not enough? You still have your pride, even if you don’t have much dignity left. He just stares you down, and you do the same. He pulls his hand away from your dick. You swallow. You are not gonna beg Zanka for him to fuck you like some desperate whore. You won’t.
“..please?”
Zanka thinks for a moment after you speak pathetically. “Say it again. Beg me proper’
You feel your eye twitch in frustration. How was that not enough? What an entitled asshole! You try to think of what to do other than beg. You really really want him to fuck you.
“Damnit, Zanka. Please fuck me. Please put your dick in me and-” Zanka slaps his hand over your mouth, his cheeks bright red. “Who taught you to be so damn vulgar?” he hisses at you, clearly flustered and embarrassed. He spits on his hand, rubs it on his cock, and then slowly pushes into you. Your body spasms slightly since he’s been edging you for a long fucking time and now he’s brushing against your prostate on accident.
He bottoms out, his balls pressing against your ass. He groans and looks down at you. There’s a look in his eyes that you don’t quite appreciate.
“Such a good boy, taking all of my cock like that.”
Your hips stutter against him as he sets a steady rhythm.
“You’re so pretty dressed like that. You like being a pretty boy in a little dress?” he taunts.
He sets a faster speed, grunting quietly, “I’m gonna come in you. And you’re gonna be a good boy and take all of it, yeah?”
Your legs are shaking and you just nod. You’re whimpering and moaning as he keeps going at a rhythmic pace.
“Fuck..good boy” Zanka mutters as he holds the base of your cock. You feel like you are going to explode. Your entire body is tense as he brings you so close to the edge. Then he slows down.
“You’re so tight..fucking femboy. I bet you wish you were a girl, huh. Bet you wish I could get you..pregnant”
He thrusts into you, his rhythm getting more off as he gets closer..
“B-but instead you just gotta sit there and take it. Take my fucking cock..good boy”
He lets go of squeezing the base of your cock and thrusts it quickly, speeding up his pace a final time. Your back arches and your eyes roll back as you see stars and come.
When you come to, you see Zanka wiping your cum off of his abs and your stomach. He realizes that you’re back and then pushes his fingers into your hole.
“Feel that?” he teases, pushing his cum deeper into you. You nod and he fingers you until you whimper about overstimulation. He stops. Then he lays down next to you in your pretty blue dress.
“..Uh..thanks,” he mumbles, hugging around your waist. You cuddle into his shoulders. “uh..yeah. no problem.” You mumble something as you drift off to sleep.
When you wake up, Zanka is still there and cuddling you, making you feel safe and warm. You fall back asleep in his arms.