ೀ pairings ; try hard nerd zanka nijiku x female!reader
ೀ sum. ; You and zanka never got along. There's times you do, there's times you don't. It's more often that you don't..but that all changes when riyo invites him to a house party and gets drunk for the first time, then drunkenly calls you.
ೀ CW ; 18+ MDNI , modern au college , drinking , drunk sex call , enemies with benefits trope , jerking off , virtual aftercare? Idk lol
This never meant to happen. Zanka calling in the middle of the night (morning, technically) around 3:23am. The bastard was usually already asleep before 9pm. So when you woke up to your phone ringing beside you, checking the number, you couldn't help but frown in confusion.
Zanka wouldn't call you this late. In fact, he wouldn't even call you unless it was school related. But what the hell could be school related at 3am?
your school rival, your enemy (or so that's what he says) calling you like he didn't even think twice if you were sleeping soundly or that he might bother you. Which, he is.
"Y/n..mm..I got a problem. Big one.” zanka speaks in a slurred and raspy voice through the phone, music blasting from the background. You could already tell he was drunk. Which was hard to believe because this guy was too much of a goody two shoes to even drink beer!
“What the hell, zanka..? It's 3am. What do you want from me?” You let out an audible groan and irritated sound before burying your face into your pillow. Fighting the urge to just hang up and go back to sleep.
“You..I want you.” Zanka spoke casually. You could already imagine his smug, snarky grin on his face. And that's what surprises you. What's gotten in this guy's mind to have him calling you this late and proceeds to tell you that? You freeze, taking a moment to glance judgingly at your phone. As if judging him through the screen.
And it's like he could tell because he just suddenly started laughing and giggling. “Y/n..I'm so hard right now. I think..I think I drank something bad.”
"Okay, zanka—what do you want me to do? Why are you calling me, telling me that..?” You couldn't help but question because you know zanka would rather die than admit anything he said tonight if he sobers up the next morning. He's just drunk, you tell yourself. Drunk and horny. Completely normal for a guy, right?
But the fact that he's drunk calling you, telling you that he's hard? Definitely not normal! He hates your guts and you have his too. This blurs the line of you two being enemies.
“I want you to talk to me, y/n..I wanna keep hearing your voice.” Zanka almost, almost moans right by the speaker but muffles it with a chuckle. He seems to be enjoying himself too much because the next second, you could hear him starting to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.
You snap out of your tiredness and look at your phone baffled. Your heart pounding as an unwelcome feeling of excitement starts making you rub your thighs together. “Zan..stop—what are you..” he cuts you off by actually moaning this time. Soft, needy, and pent up.
“N-ngh..don't say my name like that, idiot..” He warns. His hand already beginning to stroke his rigid cock up and down. Pre-cum leaking at his sensitive tip. The more he hears your breath getting as heavy as his, the more his cock twitches.
And you, on the other end, could already tell what he was doing. It left you speechless. Everything was happening to fast you didn't know what to do..but one thing was certain, you could feel the sensation too. You brought your phone closer to your ears, listening to his desperate, pathetic whimpers and cries.
“Zanka..you're the idiot here,” You tease. Feeling yourself get more and more breathless each time he mutters your name. You lay on your back and quietly slip a hand under your shorts, groping your aching cunt. You start rubbing yourself, imagining matching his own pace.
Zanka freezes for a split second when he also hears you moan. Then slowly, his lips started to grin widely. “Mm..ya' touching yourself, huh? So nasty..” He teases in irony because his hand only goes faster when he starts listening to you whimper. His hips involuntarily thrusting into his palm. A trail of pre-cum already dripping down.
“M-me? Nasty? Do you hear yourself, stupid—nghh..” You retort back as you rub against your clit. Circling your middle finger around it, making you arch your back. You were both started to get on edge, ready to reach ecstasy any moment now.
But zanka took a step further.
“Y/n..Mmgh- I wanna see you..” He cries out, eyes shut as he starts actively pumping his aching cock but he just won't cum. He needed more than just his imagination. “Look how hard I am for you,” Zanka says before suddenly opening his camera. He immediately angles it on his hard, twitching cock. His hand wrapped around it as he pumps it like he's in a rut.
You swallow hard, eyes locked on the screen on your phone. You couldn't believe it and you were sure as hell zanka wouldn't believe this either if you told him. You let out breathy moans as you watched him jerk himself off. The more your eyes followed his hands stroke his cock up and down, the more you also felt the need to show him how desperate you also are.
So, biting your lip, you also turned your camera on and lowered it. “Z-zanka..you're so cruel..you did this to me..” you start fingering yourself on camera while he watches.
“Fuuck..” He watches you pump your fingers inside your pretty hole, pussy juice gushing out and dripping on the mattress. This was better than any porn video he's secretly watched at night. Watching the person he couldn't stand being around with finger herself was definitely better. His hips begins to thrust more, his hands begins to stroke more aggressively and his head fall back. Eyes shut because he could feel it. He's about to cum.
And you were too. You had your legs spread, one hand fingering yourself like crazy while the other holds the camera. Your mind starts to go blank the moment you curl your fingers inside you just right.
“Shit..shit, shit..!” Zanka shoots his load all over himself. Thick ropes of cum spilling everywhere. On his stomach, on his thigh, on the carpet..all the while showing you through the screen.
And you do too, trying your best to muffle your screams as you squirt uncontrollably on the mattress. Soaking your sheets. Your back arches and your hip twitches. “Nghh..!!” your eyes rolls back before slowly riding out your release.
Aside from the sound of the both of you trying to catch your breath, there wasn't anything else. No words, no bratty comments, no arguing, just..breathing.
“Hey idiot,” zanka suddenly breaks the silence, his camera turning off. You bring your phone back to your ear, too out of breath to speak just yet. “Clean yourself up, yeah..? Before your legs go weak.” Zanka says, his tone still sounds drunk but soft enough to sound like he's a little sober. Which kinda scares you. He's never talked to you this kind before.
You huff. Groaning. You felt sticky, wet and dirty. All because of him. “I hate you.” You hissed through the phone, tone undeniably pissed off but.. satisfied. “I love you too.” Zanka answers before hanging up.
૮ ․ ․ ྀིა a/n ; AAAAA this was so rushed I hate it. It's so short too. I'll do better pls don't kill me (╥﹏╥)
