college bully suku :c pt. 1 -> pt. 2
“p-please don’t be mean..!”
he pinches at your flushed cheek, watching your steps tumble back, falling against a wall of lockers.
“look at you. like a dumb little puppy, who wouldn’t be?
your hand reaches up to his, attempting to loosen his mean grip on your jaw. tears unexpectedly flood your glossy orbs, looking up to the man for any hint of mercy.
“shit. so fuckin’ pretty.” he groans out shakily, pressing a knee in between your thighs and pressing up against your cunt, making you squirm. his free hand comes down to palm over his bulge, a short chuckle when you notice and gasp.
“see what you do to me?”
he pulls your hand off his, bringing it below and placing your shaky digits across the stiff tent on his pants. you let out a whine at the thick length that seems to drag on forever.
“‘s all your fault. you have to take care of it.”
he releases all grip on you, relocating his hand to wrap around the small of your arm. he tugs you aside into the janitors room, which had been conveniently nearby.
your thighs clench with need as you’re pressed against the closed door, if somehow holding them together would make you seem less needy, less desperate.
“know you want this, dirty girl. ya wanna act all big ‘nd brave but yer cunt never lies, hm?”
he drags a thick finger under your thin skirt, experienced fingers quickly locating the sticky patch of cum in the crotch of your panties.
“n-not there, sukuna..!”
“mm,” he snickers. “you sure you didn’t already cum, pup? look at you.” your face flushes, whines and sobs that grow louder at his teasing remarks; afraid that if the man spoke anymore, you may actually reach your high.
he rubs at your soft clit feverently, short bites nipping at the soft skin of your neck. he whispers,
“say you want it pup. tell me you want it. tell me how ya want my fingers and mouth on your little cunt, ‘nd how bad ya want my cock.”
“s-suku—“
“c’mon, pup. don’t try to fight it, yeah. just give in.”
“w-wan’ it sukuna..! w-want you s’bad, always h-have..! p-please.!”
desperate nothings continue to spill from your lips, but your pleads are heard. your knees buckle at the sensation nearing your high, but the man holds you steady by the soft fat of your hips.
you feel a light chuckle against your ear, but all is lost when the man pulls his hands away from your swollen cunt.
“w-wait, you said— s-sukun—“
your left to topple onto the ground once he lets go, face teary and still a heavy blush that has not left since the man’s arrival. he crouches down in front of you, head tilted up to his when your questioning orbs meet his.
“nuh uh. if ya want more, gotta come to my dorm. ‘s room 208. got it?”
he lets out yet another light chuckle before allowing himself out the closet, leaving you desperate, needy, and definitely going back for more.
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