Summary: Your bully finally agrees to help with the presentation, after forcing you to pair up with him by the way! He promises to meet you at the library as long as you wear something cute–so you don't "embarrass" him.
Pairing: M. Yandere Bully x F. Reader | WC: ~880 | TW: humiliation, getting caught, spanking, biting, forced, sexual harassment, bullying, mild violence, and imbalanced power dynamic
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ Yandere Bully Series: i ᰔ iii
The morning was especially cold today, the breeze flew past you causing you to freeze in place. Your eyebrows furrowed, a big frown on your face remembering why you were in this predicament.
Yan!Bully video called you earlier, something about not trusting you to dress cute enough to be seen with him in public.
Your face heated red from embarrassment the entire time as he watched you intently through the screen. Forcing you to change into different low cut tops and progressively shorter skirts in front of him.
Unbeknownst to you he was palming at his bulge just off camera. “Mhmm, that's the one.” Even through the screen you squirmed under his predatory eyes.
“You can't be serious.” Your relentless tugging at the skirt only got it just over your ass.
“I am sweets,” He had you pull the neckline of the tank top so low it really only covered up your bra.
“And in fact, roll it up.” You pouted but did it anyway. Folding the waistband down on itself, making the already low rise cut even lower. But at least–
“Ah, you know that's not what I meant.” Your face burned you couldn't even make eye contact long enough for him to see you glaring. You pulled it up back where the waist originally sat, fully exposing the bottom of your ass.
He chuckled, without even looking up you knew he had that awful grin. “Perfect. I'll see you in a bit.”
Yan!Bully ended the call dropping his phone to look down his muscular frame and straight down to his impressively large, straining bulge–he'd have to take care of that in the shower.
At least there weren't many people on campus this early; you speed walk through the quiet library floor into the isolated corner you often met.
“There she is.” He wrapped his large arms around your waist, grabby hands wandering onto your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. You let him pull you down onto his lap, his body immediately surrounding yours.
Arms snaked under yours, one crossing over your chest and palm resting heavy at the base of your neck; the other wrapped around your waist, hand petting the inside your upper thigh–“C’mon, it's due tonight.”
When Yan!Bully wasn’t getting off to your humiliation–publicly, or privately–he was physically possessive; keeping you trapped under or between his heavy weight.
Not even half an hour passed when you’re flung mid-air, shoved off his lap onto the table. You reflexively brace yourself against it, careful not to fall onto your laptop. Bent over the table, kneeling on the chair, with him in between your thighs; this was a new position.
The sliver of fabric for a skirt bunched up around your waist, your entire bottom half in full view to anyone behind you. You yelp and fall onto the table as the sharp, reverberating slap hits your ass.
And another. And another. And another. And one more, in quick succession but just as hard as the first time .
He pressed into it in a massaging motion, although, too hard to be anything other than a bruising pain to you. “Aww, it's even more red than your face.” he cooed.
Your eyes glazed over, trembling in place. Spanking, clearly he was mad at you.
His lips pressed deep against the side of your left ass, a layer of saliva left behind with a mhwaa~
Teeth immediately took the place of his lips, your back arched tight as he pulled your face towards him by a palm over your mouth–you screamed into it, teeth breaking skin. His tongue circled around the bite, liking the small pools of blood coming out at each tooth's indent.
You slumped forward–face down, ass up–a layer of sweat surrounded you, “I-I didn’t even do anything wrong…” you mumbled out through pouted lips, teary eyes and furrowed brows looking at him over your shoulder.
A weight on your lower back forced your back to arch deeper, your knees at full extension supporting your own weight couldn’t also accommodate him resting his face and arms onto you. His condensing grin was mocking you, “Walking around with your ass out isn’t “doing anything wrong?””
“You’re so–! Mmhm!” you bit down on your bottom lip repressing the scream, the moan, in your throat.
Your panties wedged themselves into your folds, into your ass causing them to spill out on either side–a hard, upwards tug straining and grinding on every part in between.
Yan!Bully instantly turned towards the sound. A random male student, red in the face as blood gushed to his head, down his neck, and…his eyes darkened.
“Sorry!” The student ripped his eyes from the site and promptly disappeared down the corner into the hallway of shelves.
You hid your face in your palms trying to disappear into the table. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you back into his lap and pinching your cheek, “Aww are you embarrassed?” he teased.
You didn’t say anything, opting to open your laptop and ignore him.
Bloodied face dragged down the brick wall, skinning the surface on it. Yan!Bully stood above him, watching, as he slumped onto the ground. Unconscious? For sure. Dead? Maybe. That’ll teach him for looking at you.
I hope you guys enjoyed it! :3
-love, cymbeline