I Need You {Ongoing}

Junkie - 9

Zara Emerson's pov
October 19

I let out a sigh as I reach home, taking off my shoes.

I make sure to be extra quiet, since I don't know if my dad is home, and I don't want to anger him.

I tip toe to my room, and let out a sigh of relief as I open my bedroom door, before locking it.

I throw my bag onto the floor, and plop down onto my bed.

"Where were you?"

My body freezes.

That voice.

My breathing quickens, and I try to act as if I'm asleep.

"I know you're awake Zara." My father says, walking out of my bathroom.

I suck in a breath, as I sit up.

My eyebrows furrow, as I see him wearing one of my oversized shirts.

"Is that my shirt?" I ask, and his eyes darken.

He walks towards me, and my eyes widen as I try to get off the bed.

"I was only asking. I don't mind." I become lightheaded, as I run towards my bedside table, searching for the knife I keep in here.

I let out a shaky breath, as I realise that its in my bag next to him.

Before I know it, his fist collides with my face, and I let out a scream.

Blood fills my mouth, and I spit it out, my eyes widening even more as I see my broken smiley piercing.

"Dad, it's okay!" I exclaim, putting my hands infront of me. "You do not question me on anything you little bitch!" He yells, gripping my hair.

I wince, holding his hand, in an attempt to make him let go.

"Don't you dare disrespect me again. I dont have time to teach you a lesson." He says, and I nod rapidly.

He let's go of me, letting me fall onto the floor.

I let out a sob, as I gasp for air, clutching my chest. I reach into my pocket for my inhaler.

I take it out, and take a puf, letting out a sigh, as I slump against my closet.

I put my head in my hands, massaging my scalp.
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I wear my uniform, do my makeup, and style my hair, before taking my backpack and going downstairs.

"Zara." I hear my dad's voice.

I ignore him, as I head towards the door, after wearing my shoes. "I'm talking to you!" He says louder.

I don't answer him, as anger fills me. I open the door, and slam it shut loudly.

Fucking junkie.
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"Hey." I smile at Oliver, as I sit infront of his desk. "Hey baby." He gives me a peck on the lips.

It's only six am, and this class doesn't start until eight so nobody will come in here.

"Come sit here." He pats his lap, and I stand up, before straddling his lap.

I lay my head on his shoulder, as I let out a heavy sigh.

"What's wrong?" He asks, pulling my head away from his shoulder, a worried look on his face.

"Its nothing." I whisper, putting my arms around his neck. I lightly kiss his neck, making him let out a groan.

I grind myself against him, as I tangle my hand in his hair.

This is is wrong, but I cant bring myself to stop.

I lean my hand down to his bulge, as I massage him. He let's out a soft moan.

I take his hand and direct it towards my pussy, making him circle my clit outside my lace panties.

I kiss his lips, undoing his zipper and his eyes widen.

"We can't do that!" He says hurriedly. "We're not doing that silly." I giggle, getting of his lap, before getting on my knees infront of him.

I push his boxers down, and his long, hard dick reveals itself, making my mouth water.

I lick from his tip to his balls, and he let's out a soft moan, making me even wetter.

"I love hearing you moan like that." I whisper, sucking on his tip.

"F-fuck." He moans out of breath.

I slide his length into my mouth, and suck on it, making sure to circle my tongue around.

I lick down his entire length, as his cock twitches in my hand.

I suck on his tip, and he whimpers, pulling on my hair, as I massage his cock.

He let's out a groan, pushing my head down deeper. I take his tip back into my mouth, circling my tongue around it.

"Fuck Zara. We're gonna get caught." He grunts, and I let out a whimper, as my hardened nipple brushes against his knee.

I dont answer him as I moan softly, rubbing my clit, as I bob my head up and down on his dick.

I play with his balls while pushing his length all the way to the back of my troath.

"You like me sucking your dick dont you?" I push his cock all the way to the back of my troath.

"Zara, I'm gonna-" He's not able to finish his sentence, as I grip his length.

"I asked you a question, Oliver." I suck on the hole of his tip, looking into his eyes.

He nods rapidly. "Yes. I fucking love it. Please, I have to cum!" His grasp on my hair tightens.

I let go of his dick, and less then a second later, he shoots his load into my mouth.

I moan, swallowing all of his cum, before licking his tip to make sure that I didn't miss any.

"You taste so good." I lick my lips, going back onto his lap, before smashing my lips against his.

"I love you so fucking much." He breaths out, gripping my ass making me laugh.