frat bf satoru fucking you in your school bathroom
you spot him across the crowded university library your boyfriend satoru leaning against a bookshelf his piercing blue eyes are narrowed, locked on you and your study partner.
the guy’s just a classmate, harmlessly going over notes for your upcoming exam, but satoru’s not having it.
his jaw clenches as the dude laughs at something you say, leaning a little too close.
before you can process, satoru’s striding over, his tall frame cutting through the room like he owns it — which in his mind, he probably does.
“babe.” he drawls, voice low grabbing your wrist without a hello. “we’re leaving. now.” your classmate stammers a protest, but satoru shoots him a glare that could freeze hell over.
“study session’s over, nerd. find someone else to bore.”
he drags you out of the library, your books forgotten on the table, heart pounding as he pulls you down the hall toward the nearest bathroom.
it’s one of those single-stall ones, tucked away in a quiet corner of the building, perfect for what he has in mind.
the door slams shut behind you, lock clicking into place, and suddenly it’s just the two of you in the fluorescent lit space, mirrors reflecting his possessive fury.
“satoru, what the hell—” you start, but he’s on you in an instant, spinning you around to face the sink, his body pressing hard against your back.
his hands grip your hips, fingers digging in through your skirt as he grinds his already-hard cock against your ass. “you think it’s cute? flirting with that loser right in front of everyone?”
“i wasn’t flirting,” you gasp, but the words dissolve into a moan as he yanks your skirt up, exposing your panties.
he hooks his fingers in them, ripping the fabric aside with a sharp tug ruined, just like that. “liar.” he growls, his breath hot on your neck. “you need a fucking lesson on who you belong to.”
one hand slides between your thighs, finding you already wet —traitorously so and he chuckles darkly, circling your clit with rough, teasing strokes.
“see? this pussy knows it’s mine.” you whimper, bracing against the sink as he frees his cock from his jeans, thick and throbbing, slapping it against your ass before lining up at your entrance.
no prep — he thrusts in deep with one brutal stroke, filling you to the hilt, your walls clenching around him like a vice.
“fuck, so tight…” he groans, pulling back just to slam in again, setting a punishing rhythm.
the bathroom echoes with the wet slap of skin on skin, his hips snapping against yours as he fucks you hard, each thrust a claim.
his free hand wraps around your throat not choking you, but to hold you in place, forcing you to meet his eyes in the mirror.
“look at yourself, getting railed in a dirty school bathroom because you couldn’t behave, this what you wanted? tomake me jealous so i’d remind you?”
you try to answer, but all that comes out is a choked moan as he angles deeper, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes.
he smirks, leaning down to bite your shoulder, hard enough to mark, not enough to break skin. “say it, who owns this pussy?”
“you—fuck, you do!” you cry out, pushing back against him, chasing the building heat, he rewards you with faster thrusts, his hand dipping back to rub your clit in tight circles, the overstimulation making your legs shake. “that’s right. come for me, baby — show me you’re sorry.”
the orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your body convulsing around his cock, milking him as you scream his name.