Smutty One-Shots

Bully Part-3 (Male Bully x Female, Highschool Romance)

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Tropes:

1. Love Letter, 2. Male Bully x Female victim, 3. Enemies to lovers.

Once I reached his house, I parked my car down the road. His house was bigger than mine, but when I looked at it, it had no warmth that my home has. It was a villa, but not a home.

I knew his room was on the second floor unlike mine and the window faced the backyard. I sneaked into his backyard and saw the window closed. But the soft light coming from his room was proof that he was inside.

I grabbed a small pebble, enough to hit the window but not break it. I had tried texting him, but he hadn't read any of my texts.

I wasn't great at throwing things, but I tried my level best the 1st pebble hit the wall beside the window. The second pebble didn't even reach his floor, the third pebble however hit the glass window.

What do they say, The third time the charm.

But as I had expected he did not appear in the window. I found another pebble and hit the window again. Still nothing.

Trust me I did it seven more times before a dark shadow stood in the window looking down at me. His hood was pulled down so I couldn't see his face.

But I'm sure he saw all the expressions on mine. We just stood there looking at one another and then he was gone. What the hell, how could he just leave me?

I stood below his window for a few minutes and just when I was about to leave, thinking I had messed up big time. He walked into the backyard and hugged me tight to his chest.

"Cherry, I thought I lost you." He said and sniffed. Wait was he crying?

Tears welled up in my eyes too and I looked up at him and kissed him. The kiss was tentative at first but got extremely passionate the moment he lifted my ass and I wrapped my legs and arms around him.

He was taking me somewhere, but I was busy kissing him.

Soon we entered an outhouse and there was a queen-sized bed in the middle.

I broke the kiss looking at my surroundings.

"It's the servants' quarters, but as Mom and Dad are splitting, all of the servants are dismissed. This place is empty now." I could see the hurt in his eyes telling me about his parents' divorce.

He pushed me towards the bed and we both fell on it; he was on top of me and I was struggling beneath him to bear his weight on me.

I was still feeling guilty about the things I said to him and the way I acted. He began kissing my neck and once again I was lost in the pleasure.

It was surreal being with him, I pulled at the drawstrings of his sweatpants and began pushing them down along with his boxers.

Next was his hoodie that I pulled off of him leaving him naked over me.

"Cherrie what are you doing?" he questioned.

I knew he loved to watch me ride him, it was his fetish or kink of sorts to watch me from below, watch my mold swallow his dick and my tits bounce with every thrust.

I slowly pushed him below me and sat on top of him. He realized what I was unto and grinned looking up at me. I slowly pulled off my shorts and then got rid of my t-shirt.