Inspired by the absolutely beautiful picture of Zanka in a dress by @jabsartt . I love it. I've been wanting to write something for it for a bit and was like: I'm doing it today.
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"I'm not happy about this-"
"Well, I'd make an ugly chick and I'm not making Riyo do it cause she's still a minor." Enjin argued. Zanka just sighed, unable to argue with that. Team Akuta was waiting outside of a small shanty town. The needed a lead and the informant that had what they were looking for was in a bar in this town. Unfortunately, he only liked to talk to pretty girls. "You're 18 now, so I'm comfortable dressing you up and making you seduce a guy for information."
"...Can't we just beat him up?"
"Put on the dress, Zanka," Riyo sang, kicking her feet as she sat atop the jeep. Rudo was inside the jeep, leaning out of the window just below her. The amused look on his face was pissing Zanka off. "You'll look great. Want me to fix up your hair?"
"Plus, you have this feminine softness about you," Enjin continued to defend his position. "We'll be outside of town the whole time. Call if anything goes wrong."
"...Can I at least get dressed in the car?
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The cleaner expected to be more humiliated. He thought he would walk into this town, feeling all eyes on him and making him embarrassed. Surprisingly.... he didn't hate this. His heels on the ruined streets did attract eyes but they were all appreciative. Zanka tried not to look at passerbys but they seemed entranced with him. That tight asymmetrical blue dress. The generous window in the chest that made his pectorals look like breasts. He had to leave Lovely Assistaff with Enjin but that was the only uncomfortable thing about this situation. He... kind of liked this.
When he made it to the bar a man smiled and held the door open for him. He tried to speak softly, the mousy voice that came out earned him a flirty look. He wanted to be disgusted but was undeniably flattered. He found the target exactly where he was told. Always sitting on the last stool of the bar. He was a clearly older man, too many rings on one finger. The rings. What would Jabber think of this? Jabber and Zanka had been exclusive for a while now. How would he take it to learn he was going to flirt with another man... how would he react to him dressed like this?
"Is this seat taken?" Zanka asked, his tone making the older man perk up. It was almost painful but Zanka smiled at him. "Hello, Handsome."
"Well, Hello to you too, gorgeous." That comment should of been disgusting but the giggle that left Zanka was genuine. The older man patted the seat and Zanka sat down beside him. "Oh, that's a beauty you don't see every day. Lucky me... What's your name, lovely?" Zanka crossed his legs, biting his lip. The man was blatantly checking him out which is what he wanted. He needed to buy himself a few precious seconds to think of a name. Why didn't he do that earlier?
"Ah...Everyone just calls me Zanni." That's a girl's name, right? He had no idea. The man didn't seem put off. "And what can I call you?"
"Besides 'Baby'... You can call me Dreg." Okay, that was disgusting. Zanka wasn't excited about this attention anymore. "But I'm sure you knew that.... What kinda info are you looking for sweetheart?"
"Really, just right into it?" Zanka teased, leaning on his hand on the bar. "No foreplay? Pity... was hoping you weren't like the last guy." Zanka surprised himself with that one. Dreg perked up instantly and Zanka felt a little bad for throwing Jabber under the bus. Even though he didn't say his name, it was obviously shade at his boyfriend.
"Mmm, Okay... Let me get us a couple drinks... we can have a nice chat and 'Compare prices'..."
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This man is disgusting. He kept putting his hand on Zanka's thigh, around his waist, whispering provocative things in his ear. Zanka was barely grimacing through it all. Thank fuck he didn't make Riyo do this. He would have felt so bad about it. This was awful... initially. Then he got a few drinks. Zanka was giggling at something that was supposed to be funny. Dreg felt so accomplished right now. Pretty drunk girl in his lap, laughing at his stupid jokes.
"Oh, Stop," Zanka teased, unaware just how much he was leaning on the man. "I bet you tell all the girls that."
"You'd be surprised how rarely it's true though," Dreg quipped, flexing his brow. He was holding Zanka a little too firmly. "You know," Dreg started, his hand in the small of Zanka's back. "...I have a room in the inn above the bar." That snapped Zanka out of it. He wasn't completely in control of his facalties but enough to know this wasn't something he wanted. He missed the point entirely, caught up in the good feelings. "Why don't we head upstairs? You can make me talk if you let me make you sing~"
"I...Uh," Zanka was guided to stand, the firm hold on his waist making him walk with the man. "I...I really shouldn't-"
"But do you want to~" No. Not at all. Zanka did not mean for this to go this far. Yet his body felt so out of his control. So heavy despite how airy he felt. Dreg grinned and Zanka genuinely didn't know how to back out and still get the information he needed.
"Zanni?" Zanka's blood ran cold. He didn't turn around. Dreg did, eyeing the new player in this scene suspiciously. Long dreads, goofy smile but a dangerous glint in his eye. "Oh, I thought that was you, hon."
"Friend of yours?" Dreg asked. Zanka looked back finally and this... this went off the rails fast.
"Uh... he-"
"I'm her boyfriend," Jabber teased, shooting Zanka a wink. Dreg didn't even let go of him. "I don't particularly care what she gets up to... I only cut in cause it looks like you're taking my girl somewhere she doesn't want to go."
"She's not doing anything she doesn't want to do," Dreg added, still smug. He likely thought nothing of Jabber. HIs first mistake. "Right, Sweetie?"
"...I um..." How does he play this off? Jabber called him by his fake name so clearly he has a plan already but Zanka has no fucking clue what it is. He looked at Jabber and that quick nod told him enough. "Just a little light headed."
"I got an offer for ya," Jabber started, closing the gap between him and Dreg quick. The dealer seemed interested. "Tell you what. Let me watch, you can do whatever you want to her." Zanka tensed, a little too tipsy to gauge the plan anymore. All he knew for sure was that Jabber was too territorial to let that actually happen. "It's worth it. Trust me. Getting between those legs will change your life."
"Oh, Deal," Dreg went for it instantly. Jabber smirked. "So uh... Let's head upstairs."
"Head up without us first... Gotta talk to her first. Make sure she knows the ground rules."
"My room is number 5." Dreg finally let go of Zanka, whispering the number in his ear. Zanka watched him head up the stairs in the bar. When he turned to look at his boyfriend, Zanka was immediately dragged by the arm to the restroom.
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When the bathroom door was locked Zanka buried his face in his hands. Where to start? What can he say? His boyfriend just caught him. Jabber leaned against the door, looking Zanka up and down.
"...Jabbs, I-"
"You look so damn good, Zanka... fuck." Jabber sighed, licking his lips as he looked him over. "...You gotta dress up for me more often." Zanka blinked a few times. Jabber just laughed. "So... your boss sent ya after the info from him too?"
"...I should have known you could piece that together. Smart ass..."
"Well, I didn't think the man that told me he loved me before would be so quick to just hop on some old man's dick on a whim..." Jabber got closer, cupping Zanka's face and looking in his eyes. "...You feelin' okay?"
"...I'm...fine-"
"You're slurring... He's got you fucked up, Zan Zan." Jabber still smiled but those eyes were furious. Zanka shuddered looking into them. "...I brought my special mix. The kind that makes your tongue a little more loose. I was gonna drug and question the guy... but when I saw you put on a dress I had to wait and see where this is going."
"I uh... got distracted."
"You had every man in the bar lookin' at you. I know you noticed. Bet it made you feel so good, huh?" Zanka didn't deny it. "Here's the plan. We go upstairs. I'm going to drug the guy. You're going to be all over him... cuff him to the bed. We'll both get the information we want from him... and if you want we can fuck in front of him just to be mean-" Zanka shoved the raider's chest, which definitely meant 'no'. Jabber just laughed. "Okay fine... but uh... I get a round with you in this dress later, okay?"
"I guess since you're helping me I'll wear the damn dress for you-"
"Do the voice," Jabber snickered, "Come on. You pulled the voice for him. Why not for me?"
"...Fine," Zanka purred, his voice higher and making Jabber grin. "...Help me get out of fucking this guy... and I'll fuck you with the dress on."
"This is a good day after all."
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"Nice," Enjin cheered, incredibly satisfied with Zanka's investigation. Zanka returned in the dress, ignoring the giggling from Rudo and Riyo. They were laughing at the smeared lipstick and hickies on his neck and throat. "Oh, that's huge. We just learned some top of the line stuff. I knew I sent the right guy in!"
"T-Thanks," Zanka tried not to let that get to his head, already beyond embarrassed from what happened and now worse off with Enjin's praise. "It was simple actually."
"Why don't you take a few days off. I'll clear it with Corvus. I mean, you really put in the work for us," Enjin snickered, pointing at his own neck to refer to Zanka's new bruises. "You uh... really let that guy play with ya, huh? You didn't take it too far, right?"
"He didn't put a hand on me." Zanka answered. That was true. Hell, the hickies were from Jabber. "So, I'm going to go ahead and change if that's okay."
"Hey, can I have that dress," Riyo asked. "It's really cute."
Hey, I had this idea in my head for a while now, and I was wondering if you would be able to help me scratch that itch by drawing jabber as a bottom fully tied up in Kinbaku style on the ground, with lovely assistaff pinning him down by the throat as well, while zanka uses mankira as knife play on him, and jabber is like mad overstimulated and going crazy and begging and stuff. Also, I love your art style sooo much, I think it's so beautiful!!
OK SOOO NO LIE CUZ SUM OF MY CM (CENTIMETERS /CLASSMATES) AR LITERALLY IKE GUILT TRIPPING IDK WHAT THE FUCK ITSCALLED. SO LIKE I ACCIDENTALLY BROKE OFF A BUTTON OFF A UNIFORM, ON ACCI FUCKING DENT AND THEN HE BLAMED ME FOR IT, BITCH THE ONLY THING IS THAT I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK, I SAID SORRY AND ONE THING IS HE PLACE HIS UNIFORM ON THE DESKWHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU PLACE IT ON THE DESK INSTEAD OF WEARING THAT SHIT??? THIS HAPPENED ON THE SAME SAY AS MY PREVIOUS POST,
Im gonna cumCUZ LIKE WHAT THE FUCK ARE MY NEW CLASSMATES HUMORS THT LITERAY SHAE FUCKIH HUMORS TIKTOK SHIT, Brazillian SHIT CANT SOMEONE BE Unique OR SUM SHIT WITHOUT BEIG LIKE A FUCKING OUTCAST?????
Jabber accidentally poisons him and Zanka with an aphrodisiac 👀
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“Jabber. Jabber.” Zanka’s voice wails up into a desperate, pleading moan. “I need you to get offa me… right now…”
“Can’t,” Jabber groans. He shuffles his body, so goddamn heavy, barely dragging himself across Zanka’s frame, before slumping back down onto Zanka’s chest. “Can’t fuckin move,” he giggles.
Jabber’s thigh falls heavy between Zanka’s legs as Zanka lets out a breathless squeal. “No,” he groans, trying to move his legs. It has the opposite effect. Every time he squirms, he presses their bodies closer together. “No, no…”
“What’s the matter? Don’t tell me a little poison’s gotcha… all hot and bothered…”
His voice dips down to his ear. “Ahhh fuck… nah, it’s got me too…” His voice sinks into a low growl, hot and dark. “Goddamn, that’s good…”
“Quit moanin’ in my ear, you goddamn rat,” Zanka spits.
Jabber turns to him, smiling. He puts his lips against Zanka’s ear and breathes out, singing: “You likeee itttt…”
Jabber’s rewarded with a high-pitched, fluttering moan from Zanka’s lips. Zanka’s face turns red with shame as Jabber giggles. “…Like when I talk in your ear, do ya?”
“Stop fucking talking,” Zanka whispers desperately, his voice shaking. Jabber can feel him twitching beneath his pants, hardening. He bites down on his lower lip.
“You are so… sensitive,” Jabber says slowly, as Zanka lets out another helpless gasp. He licks his lips, then presses them up against Zanka’s ear, savoring that hot wetness, savoring the way Zanka gasps at the contact. “So, so sensitive…”
“Jabber…” His voice is beyond desperate now, on the verge of tears, longing mixed with agony. “Don’t…”
“Don’t what?”
“…Don’t stop,” he rasps.
“Mmmmmmm,” Jabber groans, incensed. His heart roars with a ferocious, manic glee. Zanka’s head falls to the side as Jabber growls into his ear. “You like when I beat you, huh? You a masochist, just like me?”
“Jabber,” Zanka breathes weakly, panting, his chest rising and falling.
“Love when I fuck you up… love when I beat you… love when I poison you, don’t you?”
“…Yes,” Zanka chokes out.
A hot wave of arousal sears through him, leaving him blinded. “Ohhhhhhhh, fuck...”
Fingers grasp on weakly to the back of Jabber’s neck, drawing him in. Jabber slumps downward, too horny to speak, and makes out with Zanka’s ear as Zanka gasps and groans. He can barely move his body, but the sharp jut of Zanka’s hip bone pressed up against his erection has him delirious with pleasure.
Zanka keeps squirming, twitching, his hips flinching upwards every time Jabber lets out a hot, wet breath into his ear canal.
“That’s it,” he rasps. “Keep squirmin’, Zanka… fuck… almost there…”
He bites down on the meat of Zanka’s ear, and Zanka cries out in earnest, legs twitching, before coming with a strangled moan.
“You are so beautiful,” Jabber rasps, as Zanka pants beneath him, face flushed scarlet red. “So… fucking… beautiful…”
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