When Leon saw you standing there all pretty in the corner, he knew that he needed to show you what frat boys actually use the bathroom for.
Tags: mirror sex (p in v), praise (although it's a little backhanded, sorry not sorry. Leon's a douche in this one and does douchebag things), light choking, spanking, coercion, semi-public sex, almost got caught.
Imma be honest, I haven't proofread this. It's late, and I don't see any red grammar mistakes, so we're gonna say that everything's good and post!
You knew coming here was a bad idea.
You told Shayanne that it was a bad idea, spouting facts about date rape drugs being used on campus, and the various horror stories about girls in your building getting taken advantage of. And when she brushed you off, saying, "I'll be right next to you the whole time," you tried to play the pity card, looking down all bashfully and being honest that it just wasn't your scene. You preferred to give out candy to little kids on Halloween, not be passed around like one.
But here you were, tugging down the tight skirt around your hips and adjusting the wiry halo on top of your head. You were overstimulated. Your little angel costume that Shayanne wore last year was itchy and cheap; the straps for the wings rubbed against the exposed skin of your shoulders, causing chafing. Every time you tugged the hem of your skirt down, the top of the dress would come down with it, prompting you to adjust the top before you flash everyone with something other than your sparkly dress that shimmered in the fluorescence. The only thing that fit right was your fishnets and boots, because they were yours.
So you stood there in the corner, awkward like a little kid who lost their Mommy.
She promised you that she'd be gone for a "minute tops," vowing to go and get some seltzers for the two of you to nurse. But here she was not, and you grew increasingly anxious as you failed to see your friend return.
He knew coming here was a good idea.
Every year, his friends' frat hosts the school's most entertaining party ever for Halloween, decorations, drinks, games, girls. There was only one option, really. His approaching music in society midterm was thrown to the back of his mind as he drank from his can of Coors, not even caring that the blue mountain was long gone. Booze was booze. And besides, he's enjoying the sight of two girls in cop costumes grinding on each other to care.
That is, until he sees you.
Sitting in the corner, all anxious, but with a body that looks like temptation despite the irony. That costume didn't do you justice, he could tell. Too tight where you needed to breathe, and agonizingly loose in the places he it needed to be form fitting. With the final sip of his lukewarm beer, he absentmindely tossed the can into the large trash can that he knew was next to him, his legs already taking him to you.
"Looking for someone?" He smirked at you, reveling in the way you looked so scared. He could see your eyes scan his form, a once-over before locking eyes with him. He knew his tits were out, he was an avid follower of the "free the nips" movement. His playboy bunny costume was a nuiances and politically right show of solidarity to the oppressed women of the world who had to hide what nature gave them.
Oh, who was he kidding, he knew girls like a little skin. He didn't come here to sit and drink. He would have just stayed home.
"No, just waiting for my boyfriend to come back with drinks," You lied, and he knew it.
"Nice try, sweetheart. I know you're lying. If your boyfriend were here, he'd be on you like that," He grinned, jerking a thumb behind him to a tangle of limbs and lips molded to one another on the couch. "I suspect a friend ditched, right?" He asked, almost laughing when he witnessed the way your face turned red.
"Oh, don't worry, baby, I'll keep you company," He smiled, leaning up against the wall next to you. "People say I'm good at passing time," He grinned, leaning closer.
"How about it?" He said just loud enough to be heard over the noise of the party.
He watched as you looked at him, keeping up the suave facade until you would eventually cave. He was honest with himself, he really just wanted to get into your pants. Or rather, that tight little skirt you decided to wear today. It was also an ego boost. After all, he's never seen you around, and getting with new girls was always something he could add onto his 0% rejection rate.
He saw the moment your shoulders fell, admiring the soft flush of your cheeks as you gazed down to the ground and nodded your pretty little head.
He wrapped an arm around your waist, hands wandering to the fat of your ass while he led you upstairs. "You new here?" He asked, checking for empty rooms.
You nodded, frowning as you were greeted with every door closed and locked. "What now?" You looked up at him, ignoring the way his hand was kneading at your flesh.
"Come," he mumbled, dragging you into the bathroom and locking the door.
"Here?!" You squeaked, looking shocked.
"Yeah, here," He chuckled, grabbing your hips and pressing you up against the sink. "Where else?" He mumbled, attaching his lips to your soft skin.
Fuck… you're sweeter than he thought. He could smell your perfume, a soft, intoxicating scent that made him suck dark marks into your skin. His hands grasped at whatever he could, groaning as he felt your whimpers of protest against his lips.
"People will see," You complained, tugging at the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
"Don't care," He growled, grasping under your thighs and lifting you on top of the counter. He smirked at your gasp, hooking a finger underneath the gusset of your panties before letting the fabric snap back into place.
"You like having your pussy played with, pretty girl?" He hummed, rubbing the pad of his thumb around in soft circles against your clit through your panties.
You moaned, nodding your head as your legs spread, the skirt rolling up to your hips like an ugly belt. Well, to Leon, it was the hottest thing ever, your cute little panties on full display with your fat mound shaping out the dainty fabric nicely.
I watched closely as you bit your lip, stifling the needy noises you wanted to let out as his fingers made you devolve into a soaked mess.
"You on the pill?" He asked as his fingers rubbed the line of your chubbby lips through your panties, his other hand fisting out his leaking cock. God, he hoped you were on the pill.
"Yeah, you got a condom?" You mumbled, greedy hands reaching for him.
"Yeah," He mumbled, letting out a sigh of content as your hand worked him, slicking the flushed skin of his sex as his fingers pushed aside your underwear. He groaned at the sight of you.
"Is this pretty pussy ready to be fucked?" He asked, smirking as he slid you off the counter, turning you around before rubbing his cock against the fat of your ass. "Of course she is, poor cunt's beggin' for some cock, huh?" He taunted before you could even defend yourself, rubbing his soft tip against your entrance.
"Don't worry, I'm here to fuck it all better," He whispered, squeezing your breasts before some rustling behind you could be heard.
You stared at yourself, your flushed face becoming redder at the sight of your disheveled appearance, big hands groping your body like a sluit. You felt like one, but hey, you're getting laid for the first time in forever. You can't complain, his dick was big.
After what felt like forever, the tip of his cock slipped passed your folds, slowly sliding into your tight heat. You let out a gasp, biting your lip so hard you worried you were going to break skin. It was good.
You could feel every soft vein decorating his cock as he slowly slid in, the soft, fleshy texture of him stretching your walls like Moses to the sea.
"Are you not wearing a condom?" You asked with alarm.
Leon sighed. He had hoped you wouldn't notice.
"You said you were on the pill, baby," He coed, a dirty hand slipping around to your front to leave delicious circles on your bare clit. "We both know this needy pussy needs to be filled, right?" He smirked, rolling his hips to drive his cock even further into you, his dick rubbing up against your G-spot in a way that left you keening and your toes curling.
"Good girl," He grinned at his victory, rewarding you with rough snaps of his hips. No need to tease when his cock was throbbing so hard that it was like his heart was in his balls.
"That's right, look at yourself," He growled, one hand gripping your hip to keep you in place while the other slithered its way to your neck. His fingers tightened on the sides, hips driving further and further into your tight heat as he groaned in your ear. "Such a dirty little slut," He growled, squeezing around your throat while the other slapped roughly against your cilit.
You sobbed, and he felt another wash of slick coat his cock.
"Fuck, does this dirty pussy like being slapped? You're such a fucking whore," He rasped, pinching your clit as you felt yourself get lightheaded. His hand around your neck was firm, no longer squeezing the sides, but harshly cutting off your air supply with his palm pressing against your larynx.
You didn't want to admit it, but you had craved this. You'd been so stressed with misterms that you'd had no time for yourself. You had needed someone to just take you however you wanted, without you having to think about anything except the mind-numbing pleasure. It was perfect.
"L-love it," You slurred, cunt flutttering around his cock like you were begging for cum. You could see the way your eyes glazed over, how your once perfectly styled hair was messy, your lipstick smudged.
"That's right, I'm getting my dick soaked by a slut," He growled, slapping his palm against your pussy again.
You sobbed as his fingers worked at your clit, his cock ramming into you as he chased his orgasm. "Almost there, baby. You want my cum?"
"Shitting," Leon growled as your cunt squeezed him and your eyes widened in terror, watching the way your breasts swayed with every rough plap of his hips meeting your ass. Thankfully, the music was loud enough that you could only hear the lewd symphony of sex if you were listening for it. Then again, everyone was having sex upstairs, so even then, the conclusion would be dubious.
"Dude, hurry up," The guy complained, walking off.
"Fuck off," Leon grumbled under his breath, grabbing your hips with both hands before speeding up.
"Fuck!" You sobbed, your orgasm tearing through you as you made a mess of his cock.
"That's right, show me how much you want my cum," He huffed, running a finger over your slippery clit just to hear you whimpers and feel your pathetic pussy squeeze him.
"Pleeease!" You whined, locking eyes with him through the fog of the mirror. You didn't care how fucked you looked, how desperate you sounded, you needed this. You needed to leave this idiotic party with something to show for it.
The rest passed in a blur.
In an instant, he was filling you up, using your panties to stop the thick liquid from dripping down your thighs. And before you knew it, you were stumbling back into your dorm, falling face-first into the soft pillow on your bed.
You woke up with a hangover the next day, but it didn't matter. Just how it didn't matter that you never went to another one of those suffocating parties, or ever saw Leon again.
He was just a dumb jock anyway.
