whitney the bully

you cant remember when or how it happened. honestly, you never thought it would happen in the first place. whitney only ever noticed you when he was looking for someone to torment. he called you all sorts of things, none of them nice. bitch, whore, slut. that last one was his absolute favourite. he would molest you, let his friends have their way with you, slut you out to a random pervert on the street for a quick buck. you hated it. you hated him. he was so mean and you didn't deserve this.

yet, when you would go back to the orphanage, double-no- triple check that bailey wasnt around, that all the orphans were sleeping, especially robin, your hands found their way under your clothes as you recalled his expressions and cruel words. you craved him so much that you found yourself seeking him out. going to the rooftops during break, making sure you left through the front courtyard just so he could grope at you or take your money, even wandered around dark alleys hoping that him and his friends catch you.

what you hadnt expected was finding him in the park that day. it was snowing, and you remembered robin telling you that they were gonna sell hot chocolate at the park, so you went. whitney was there. smoke curled around his figure, his eyes unfocused as he stared off into the distance. it made your heart flutter seeing him like that, all alone. you always thought whitneys friends flocked around him 24/7. that they were a packaged deal. your feet dragged you towards him before you could even think about what you were doing. talking to him was useless, and youd ended up getting shoved into the icy cold water fountain with robin rushing over with hot chocolate and yelling curses at whitney, who was walking away, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. you didn't miss the glance he gave you over his shoulder, even as you shivered.

whitney seemed to enjoy your persistence. you tried to line your routine up with his as much as you could, and he always noticed. called you a little freak and laughed in your face, but would sit next to you in math class. as long as you let him bully, tease, hurt you however he wanted to, he would let you get away with a lot. sure, everyone noticed. your shift in attitude towards school did not go unnoticed by the teachers, but the other students though you were so cool for being by whitneys side all the time. he stopped pushing you in the fountain too, instead opting to steal coins and drag you along with his friends. before you knew it, whitney was your boyfriend. it happened so suddenly, an announcement to his friends but it was the first time you heard of it too. still, you were giddy, followng him around like a puppy, wearing his collar and drinking up all his milk ( ;) )

it took a long time, but eventually, he let you visit his house. it was an apartment near the studios, and his dad was home the first two times he brought you over, giving you glimpses of a side of whitney you never knew of. you were smart enough to not ask too much. he appreciated that about you.

you frequent whitneys home as often as you can, and he always lets you in with a smile. today was no different. after a night full of bad dreams, you found yourself leaving the orphanage and stumbling over to your boyfriend's home. he doesnt comment on how tired you look. he gets it. so he wraps an arm around you and guides you into his home. "m'gonna shower now. take off your clothes" its not really a question, and if it was, you doubt you would deny him.

you shower together, not without his wandering hands making an appearance, of course. its not a shocker that hes horny, you saw him leering since the moment you got undressed. he has you on your knees, cold wet tiles under you as you mouth at his cock lazily. youre in no rush, and neither is he. he lathers his hands in shampoo and runs his fingers through your scalp softly. hes so careful with you, making sure nothing gets in your eyes. cant have his baby going blind on him now, can he? he gently dries you off after youre done, and you return the favor.

youre on his bed now, wearing his shirt with nothing under. no underwear is a boundary he set for you back when he was your bully, but the rules haven't changed just because youre his now. your hair is still somewhat damp, soaking through his sweatpants, but he can't bring himself to get mad. not when his slut is going all droopy eyed on him, smelling like his soap, wearing his clothes. he mouths at his cigarette, gaze fixed on you. you've dozed off, he notices. his heart flutters at the sight. "cute" he murmurs to himself