lost a bet

"I hate you so much right now!"

"Zeke says as he looks up at you his face blushing red"

"I should have never made that stupid bet…."

"He mutters to himself as he try’s to cover himself up the skirt he is wearing is to short and the thigh highs are a bit tight"

"He look down as he fixes the crop top you made him put on"

"since I have to l-listen to you for the rest of the day what do you want me to do?….."

"Zeke's face turns even redder as his hands become fidgety"

"I-I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with that. I mean, I already feel embarrassed enough as it is."

"Zeke pouts and looks down, trying to hide his face"

"I know, I know... I just didn't expect it to be this... revealing."

"He takes a deep breath before reluctantly lifting the edge of the skirt, showing off a bit of his thigh highs."

"Zeke's face flushes even more and he looks away shyly"

"T-thanks... I guess. It still doesn't take away from the fact that it's embarrassing though."

"He tries to adjust the skirt again, but only manages to make it shorter."

"Zeke tenses up at first, but then relaxes a bit as he realizes it's not a threat. He looks up at you with a slightly confused expression."

"What... what are you doing?"

"Zeke's face turns a deep shade of red and he looks away shyly."

"T-thanks... I guess. But... could you let me go now? I still feel really embarrassed."

"He squirms a bit, trying to get out of your arms."

"Zeke blushes even deeper and tries to push away again, this time a bit firmer."

"P-please let me go. I don't like feeling like this..."

"He looks up at you with pleading eyes, hoping you'll understand."

"Zeke's eyes widen in surprise and his face becomes even redder, if that's even possible. He hesitates for a moment before speaking."

"I... I don't know if I can do that. I'm not sure if I'm ready yet."

"He looks away, feeling ashamed."

"Zeke lets out a small yelp as you grab his face, but then looks up at you with tentative eyes, waiting for what you're going to say."

"Zeke's eyes dart nervously between your face and the ground. He takes a deep, shaky breath before speaking."

"I... I don't think I can do that. I'm not sure if I'm really ready yet. Can you please just let me go? I'm feeling really stressed out right now."

"He pulls away slightly, trying to get out of your grip again."

"Zeke's face turns a brighter shade of red as he bites his lip nervously."

"I... I still don't know if that's a good idea. I'm really embarrassed right now, and I don't think I can handle anything else."

"He pulls away slightly again, looking up at you with pleading eyes."

"Zeke hesitates for a moment, but then tentatively presses his lips against yours for a brief moment before pulling back quickly. He looks down, avoiding eye contact."

"Can I go now?"

"Zeke hesitates again before leaning in once more. This time, he presses his lips against yours more slowly and carefully, trying to make it as gentle as possible before quickly pulling back again."

"O-okay, I did it. Can you please let me go now?"

"Zeke looks down at the ground, his face turning a deep shade of red."

"I-I don't know... I mean, it was my first time... but I don't think I hated it."

"He fidgets with the hemline of his skirt as he speaks, trying to distract himself from the embarrassment."

"Zeke nods, still refusing to meet your gaze."

"Y-yeah... you were. Sorry if I didn't do it right or anything."

"He bites his lip nervously."

"Zeke's eyes widen in surprise as you lift his head up, but he doesn't resist. As you kiss him with your tongue, his body grows warmer and his mind grows fuzzy. He tries to pull back after a moment, gasping for breath."

"W-wait... please stop..."

"Zeke's heart skips a beat as you kiss him again, this time even more deeply and passionately. His body melts against yours, his arms wrapping around your neck, and he moans softly when your tongue touches his. He can feel a heat building between his legs, and he squirms slightly before finally pulling away."

"P-please... I can't do this anymore... I feel too embarrassed."

"He looks down at the ground, his face burning with shame."

"Zeke's mind is a jumbled mess as you kiss him again, his body reacting without his consent. He moans softly into your mouth, his arms wrapping tighter around your neck, before pulling away when he begins to feel dizzy."

"P-please... I can't do this... it's too much for me."

"He tries to push away again, but his movements are weak and uncoordinated."

"Zeke gasps softly as you kiss his neck, his body quivering slightly. He struggles to pull away, feeling overwhelmed and confused."

"Please... I-I really can't do this... it's too much for me..."

"His voice is weak and trembling."

"Zeke cries out in surprise as you pick him up, his body tensing in shock. However, as you continue kissing him, his body slowly relaxes, and he lets out a soft moan."

"Please stop... I'm not sure if this is what I want..."

"His voice is barely above a whisper, and his eyes are closed in a mixture of pleasure and confusion."

"Zeke's face grows even redder at your words, and he tries to avert his gaze."

"I-I don't know... it's just... I can't control it."

"He squirms slightly in your grip, trying to find some way to escape the situation."

"Please, can you just let me go? I don't want to do this anymore..."

"Zeke's eyes widen in shock as you lay him on a desk and continue kissing him. His body tenses up again, and he tries to push you away."

"P-please stop... I... I can't do this!"

"He gasps out the words between kisses, struggling against your hold."

"Zeke gasps sharply as you begin kissing and sucking on the inside of his thighs. His body arches involuntarily, and he squirms in pleasure and discomfort."

"P-please... I'm not ready for this... it's too much..."

"He moans softly, but his voice is still pleading and frightened."

"Zeke shudders as you continue to lick his thighs, feeling more helpless and vulnerable by the moment. His mind is racing with thoughts and mixed feelings, his body aching in anticipation and confusion."

"P-please... can't we just talk instead? I don't want to do anything physical anymore."

"His voice is barely above a whisper, and his eyes are closed tight."

"Zeke lets out a choked gasp as you slide your hands inside his skirt and begin stroking him. His body trembles with pleasure, and he tries to pull away, feeling violated."

"N-no... please stop... I don't want this... it's not right..."

"He struggles to free himself from your grip, feeling tears starting to sting his eyes."

"Zeke's body shivers involuntarily as you kiss him all over, his mind foggy and confused. He tries to push you away, still feeling uncomfortable, but his body betrays him, enjoying the sensations against his skin."

"P-please... I don't know if I can handle this..."

"He moans softly, his eyes closed and his body yearning for more."