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Diego Brando was always showing up to class late. When he did eventually arrive, he was never in uniform and always disrupted the lecture. He would stride in the room about 15 minutes after the session had started, usually wearing his riding boots or signature DIO equestrian helmet in conjunction with what was supposed to be his school uniform. He was always so eager to show off his status and extremely high-class hobby.
He made a big deal of finding a seat, making sure to be as chatty as possible with his classmates while doing so.
Normally, you ignored him and he ignored you. The social circles you both belonged to were vastly different. To put it simply, he was popular, rich, and well-liked, and you were not.
You were an American exchange student. You managed to attend the prestigious university overseas by getting scholarships and grants alone. Your parents were thrilled when they learned that most of your fees were covered already due to your academic excellence, and sent you off to the UK right away.
It was hard for you to adjust to at first. You struggled with culture shock quite a bit. Being so far from home was disorienting to you, especially since you have never left your country until this point. You knew nobody, and many of the other students immediately began to poke fun at you for your weight and nationality. Most of the time, you kept to yourself. Occasionally, you would engage in conversation with other students around campus, but in your classes themselves, you had nobody. You much preferred to read quietly to yourself whenever you could.
Diego, on the other hand, was a native to Britain and bought his way into the school with his parent’s money. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t intelligent--he certainly was. He usually made good marks even though you never saw him study and he seldom attended class on time. During discussion-based assignments, he was always outspoken and articulated his opinions well (even though you disagreed with him on most things). He was very popular among the ladies on campus as well. Girls doted on him always, and it seemed like every time you saw him, another gorgeous, perfect girl was by his side.
All of this considered is why you were surprised when Diego approached you during lunch. You were following your normal routine: you ate lunch alone at a table by yourself, a book cracked open next to your tray. Your eyes were scanning a new young adult fantasy novel you had picked up in the library the other day. You found yourself getting lost in the pages, forgetting all about your cafeteria food and company. That is until you heard a sound above you.
Snapping your head up, you saw Diego in front of you. The sound you heard was of him clearing his throat, loud and obnoxious. You looked at him, taken aback. He had never approached you before or even said anything to you, and you were confused as to why he thought now would be a good time to start.
“You have Dr. Kujo for Marine Biology, correct?” he asked, his voice neutral. The question almost sounded like a statement because of his delivery. His face was also devoid of any expression, instead just looking at you steadily with his turquoise blue eyes.
“Y-Yes, I do. Why do you ask?” you reply. You could feel your chubby, rosy cheeks growing even rosier as you looked back at your classmate.
If Diego noticed, he chose to ignore it.
“I need to pass that class to continue with my degree. You always get the answers right in discussion. Meet me in the library at six. You’re tutoring me,” he said to you matter-of-factly, his deep voice unwavering.
You sputtered, trying to find the words to reply, but Diego didn’t let you. With that, he walked away from you, ending your conversation.
You sat there for a moment, confused as to what just happened, your book and lunch were forgotten about.
Why would he want someone like me to tutor him? You asked yourself, trying to make sense of it. He could work with a pretty, skinny tutor in the tutoring lab. He could have even asked Dr. Kujo himself, yet he asked me…
You tried not to think too hard about it as you began to put together an impromptu lesson plan for Diego.
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You arrived at the library at about five minutes to six. You wanted to get there early and make sure that you had everything prepared to help Diego. The spacious room was beginning to clear out, as many students were heading back to their dormitories for the night. It was a Friday, and you knew that there would be many parties and gatherings taking place on campus that you wouldn’t be invited to. But you were okay with that, for the most part.
You laid out your notes in front of you and thought about how you would proceed with the evening. Diego hadn’t exactly told you what he needed help with within the class. So far in the curriculum, Dr. Kujo had covered ocean characteristics, tides and intertidal zones, and now coral reefs. You had a little bit planned for each segment.
The time eventually came to pass, and when you checked your watch, it read 6:10. You figured that Diego had just gotten busy or distracted on his way to the library, so you pulled out the book you were reading earlier and continued where you left off. The sounds you made as you unzipped your bag rang audibly throughout the hall, and you realized how alone you were. Craning your head, you saw a bored librarian doing paperwork at her desk, not paying attention to the rest of the library. With that, you opened your book and read.
You lost track of how much time passed after that. You were getting to the good part in the novel--the main character and her love interest confessed to each other, and he has made it a personal goal to protect her from the demons that lie beneath the dark underbelly of the city. You continued reading the thrilling tale, becoming invested in the romance and action, fantasizing about being the main character. You imagined the blond hunter described in the book tilting your chin up, looking deep into your eyes, and kissing you with passion, just like the girl in the novel. You could almost hear his smooth, romantic words as you read them. Suddenly, you were interrupted yet again.
A hand gripped your book and pulled it down from your face and onto the table, and you whipped your head up to see that it was Diego. The action sent you reeling and you were surprised by how easily Diego’s face replaced the face of the fictional hunter in your mind. He was looking at you, annoyance on his face.
“Do you ever not have your nose in a book?” he sneered, the tone of his voice not matching his attractive visage.
“I-I’m sorry, I was keeping myself busy while I waited for you…” you reasoned. You glanced down at your watch again and saw that the time was now 6:30. This irritated Diego and he also moved his hand over your watch face.
“What matters is that I’m here now,” he said, sitting down across from you, dropping his bag onto the chair next to him.
“Right,” you agreed quietly, closing and moving your book out of the way.
“So,” you began, moving all of your notes and textbook in front of you. “I know you said you needed help with the class, but I wasn’t sure exactly what you needed help with--”
“All of it,” he replied, lazily looking at you. “I don’t pay attention. That Dr. Kujo personally annoys the shit out of me,” he stated, lifting his hand to examine his fingernails, which were perfectly manicured, of course.
Your jaw dropped and you couldn’t help but feel taken aback that your classmate would trash talk your professor so openly. “...I understand your opinion,” you said back politely, trying to move the conversation along. In your opinion, Dr. Kujo was a good teacher and a nice person, but that was beside the point.
“I guess we’ll start with ocean characteristics,” you supposed, opening your textbook to the correct page. “Did you bring your book with you?” you asked him, daring to look at him directly. You’ve been avoiding it the whole time, not looking in his eyes even once. When you did look at him, he looked back at you, boredom on his face. You thought you saw something flash behind his eyes.
“No.”
“O-Oh,” you stuttered out.
“Well, we can share mine. Here,” you said, beginning to get to your feet. You intended to take a seat next to your classmate so you can share the book, but he once again interrupted you.
“Stay put. Wouldn’t want you to bump into something and knock something over,” he said, looking at your right in the face. You knew that it was a dig at your weight--you were a larger girl and you always have been, you were used to getting teased for your size. You stayed quiet as Diego rounded the table to take a seat next to you instead.
Diego reached out and rotated your book until it was facing the two of you. He was sitting very close to you, and you were acutely aware of his thinner, clothed thigh touching your plush one. You were scared to turn your head, lest your noses touch, so you kept looking ahead. You could smell the aroma of his expensive cologne when he moved towards you. The heady scent hit you strongly and you tried to ignore it.
“Anyway,” you said quietly. “We should go over ocean characteristics first. It’ll help the future chapters make sense,” you explain, glancing over at your notes quickly. You began by analyzing the vocabulary words in the chapter, first by giving the book’s definition and then clarifying with your own words. Diego was silent, his eyes trained on you while you read over the book. You occasionally looked over to see if he had any questions, but he was still donning the unamused look on his face that he had before.
You continued to power through, moving from vocabulary to main ideas in the chapter. You were going over types of ocean currents when you felt something warm touch your thigh. You tripped over your words as you realized it was Diego’s strong hand that had rested on your thigh, right above your stocking. The action sent a wave of arousal to your core and you bit your lip in an effort to ignore it.
You weren’t sure what to do--maybe it was an accident? He’ll probably move his hand any minute, you think to yourself. This was the kind of thing you saw in pornography, not the sort of thing that happened to girls like you.
Except he didn’t. He kept his head turned, gaze trained on you as you forced yourself through the chapter, going on to talk about ocean climate. Once you were getting into average temperatures of the ocean waters, you felt his hand slowly push up your skirt, going to rest on top of your panties.
You couldn’t help but lose your cool. You keened at the pleasure that his simple touch sent shooting inside you. You had never been touched by a boy, especially someone as handsome and popular as Diego, and your brain was about to explode as he came on to you.
“Why did you stop talking? I was learning so much,” Diego drawled, chuckling darkly as he began to draw his fingers up and down your clothed pussy, teasing you.
“I-I’m sorry, it’s hard to concentrate when y-you’re touching me like that,” you stutter out, turning your head to look over at him. You found that Diego wasn’t looking at you, but scanning the vast library to see if anyone was near. The place was still as empty as it was when Diego entered, and the librarian that was stationed several feet away disappeared long ago.
Diego took this opportunity to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, the action sending a soft gasp through you. He pulled away after the quick kiss to hiss a warning at you. “Stay quiet, I don’t want us to get caught,” he said, bright blue eyes blazing as he hungrily looked over you. You just shook your head yes before Diego leaned back in to take your mouth. The actions didn’t match his gentlemanly appearance, you thought to yourself as he pressed his hot tongue between your lips, dominating you, almost daring you to fight back.
Your classmate continued to toy with your cunt too. He pushed his hand past your panties and eagerly began to rub his middle finger over your clit, spreading your thick pussy lips with his other digits. You couldn’t help but press yourself against his side, your breasts squishing between yourself and his strong chest.
Suddenly, Diego pulled away from you, anger painting his features, and you gave a confused little mew.
“Touch me too, stupid slut,” he growled, grabbing one of your hands that was fisted in your skirt. He moved your chubby hand over to his perfectly pressed uniform trousers, right over his crotch. You blushed hard as you felt the hard outline of his cock meet your hand, and your head began to swim. With many firsts happening to you at the same moment, you couldn’t help but blurt out the obvious.
“D-Diego, this is my first time doing anything like this…” you whimper out before he could kiss you again. He was still close to you, and a wicked grin spread across his face at your words.
“Of course it is,” he started condescendingly. He moved his finger from your clit down to your entrance, pressing a finger inside you. You bit your lip to hold back the sounds that threatened to escape you. “I don’t see any other man that would want to touch you,” he said breathily, pumping his finger in and out of you with a purpose. Your arousal was making you nice and wet, and it didn’t take long for him to work another few fingers inside you.
You moan at the degradation and rub his cock through his pants, just like he instructed you to. You can’t believe that your classmate being mean to you is getting you off in the way it is. You clench down on Diego’s fingers and he chuckles darkly in response.
Suddenly he pulls them out from inside of you and you immediately miss the feeling, trying to squeeze around nothing. You give him a questioning look and he leans in close to you, lips pressed right against your ear.
“Get under the table. You’re going to suck me off,” he tells you. He doesn’t ask, he demands, and you’re speechless. You’re still gripping his cock, and your mouth unconsciously begins to water at the prospect of having him down your throat.
Diego mistakes your wonder for hesitation and moves in to sweeten the deal. “If you suck me off, I’ll return the favor,” he purrs, almost desperate to get your mouth on him. That snaps you out the lust-driven haze that settled over your brain, and before you know it you’re working your way onto your knees under the table.
Diego lets out an amused look as he fishes his cock out of his trousers and positions it in front of your eager face. You were surprised at how large it is, it almost seemed too thick and veiny for how big the rest of his body was. You fleetingly wondered how you were going to fit it all in your mouth.
Glancing down beneath the table, the short man grins at you. He reaches out to cup your plush, soft cheek almost lovingly. The gesture took you by surprise and you leaned into his touch. He gazed down at you still, bad intentions bubbling beneath the surface.
“I bet you’ve never sucked cock before either, huh? But you’ll make me cum, won’t you, tutor?” he sneers cruelly, following it up with a quiet laugh at you. He smacked your cheek gently, making you jump in surprise and a red mark immediately bloom over your already blushing face.
“I haven’t… I’m sorry if I’m bad at it…” you apologize, shaken up at the impact. But you didn’t hate it.
The blond jockey tsked at you. “Stop talking about it and get to it.”
With that, he brought your face to his member and guided you to the tip. You tried to go slow, taking the spongy head into your mouth and immediately being surprised at the bitter taste of cock. Diego let out a shaky breath and moved the hand on your face to the back of your head, cradling you surprisingly gently. It didn’t last as he pressed your head forward, forcing you to take more of his cock and earning a gargled moan from you.
“That’s it, keep going, my fat little dolly,” he said, encouraging you to take him in deeper. You almost had him in all the way, your throat spasming at the new sensation. You reached up to take the rest of what didn’t fit in your mouth into your hand and Diego hummed in approval. Your heart was racing at the pet name and you tried to keep your focus on the large member engulfed in your mouth.
“Look at you, you’re learning already,” he whispered, voice thick with lust. He followed the praise up with a command. “Touch yourself.”
You groaned around his cock and obeyed, shoving your other hand into your panties and playing with your clit. You began to bob your head on Diego’s cock and he moaned quietly, looking down at you under the table. Occasionally, he would give a sweeping look around the library to make sure you two were still alone before returning his gaze to you. He bucked his hips into your face, earning sloppy wet sounds from your mouth.
Diego pushed you farther by your face, your nose meeting his pubes, strong hand holding you there, and you tried your best not to choke. Your pussy fluttered uselessly against nothing, wanting to be filled. You had never felt arousal like this before, and the new feelings threw you for a loop.
Your classmate ran a hand through his long blond hair, his climax creeping upon him. He loved the view of you from above, watching your chunky cheeks hollow out as you sucked down his cock with zeal. “God, you might be a fat little whore but you do look pretty with your mouth full of my dick,” Diego breathed, eyes heavy-lidded as he now fisted his hand in your hair, guiding you forward to meet his every thrust.
Tears and snot ran from you as he fucked your face unapologetically, earning pathetic little sounds from you every time he pushed into the very back of your throat. You wanted to plead with him to slow down, that his cock was hurting your throat, but you couldn’t deny the burning wetness between your legs.
Why do I enjoy this? Am I really so desperate?
“You ready to make me cum?” the rider asked, biting his lip sensually. You hummed in agreement around his manhood and nodded your head the best that you could in that situation. Your tears had made the very little amount of mascara you were wearing begin steaking down your face, getting your mussed white shirt wet.
“Good,” Diego said huskily as he fucked your face harder, making your gag with every thrust before he gripped your hair hard, pulling you off of his dick. You gasped for air as he pulled out his member, thankful for the oxygen flooding your lungs. You moaned when Diego smacked you across the face again, this time on the other cheek, leaving another mark on your pretty, tear-streaked face.
“S-So fucking good, amazing little whore,” he rambled, as he jerked his cock a few times, quick and hard, before blowing his load all over your face. He gave a moan with every pump of his fist, each other sending thick rope after rope across your fucked out face. You panted as a few of the strands landed in your mouth. The salty taste surprised you--almost disgusted you--but you swallowed it nonetheless.
When Diego was done he was breathing hard. He pressed the member back into your mouth, making you lick him clean before he tucked his spent dick back into his pants. He scooted his chair out a bit, looking down at you, his face relaxed with the glow of just having an orgasm.
“Are you going to get up so I can eat you out or what?” he said, relaxed expression turning into a scowl. You felt like your classmate was continually surprising you, he kept your head reeling throughout the whole interaction. You carefully extracted yourself and shuffled to your feet. You used your blazer to quickly clean up your face, knowing that you would regret it later but not caring.
Diego made his way over to you and grabbed you by the arm, his hand digging into your plump flesh. You hissed but this did not deter him. He guided you over to the nearby bookshelves, leading you to a spot that perfectly hid you from any wandering eyes. He settled himself behind you and pressed you against one of the sturdy shelves, the books digging into your front.
“Put your hands against the shelves. Stick out that round ass for me,” he whispered, grabbing your hips and pulling them towards him. You mewled softly but did as he said, bracing yourself against the shelf and sticking out your rear end for him. He smiled wolfishly and reached under your skirt, pushing it up and then reaching for your panties. He shoved them down to the floor and admired your pink, wet cunt.
Diego cocked his head to the side and used his thumbs to spread out your thick lips, your entrance winking invitingly at him. His eyes glazed over and he found his self-control leaching him easily, giving in to his hedonistic desires.
“If more men knew you had this cute little pussy,” he started, getting to his knees, “then I think they would give you more attention, don’t you think?” His words were abusive and he knew it, but the way you clenched your pussy and let out a small sob was worth it. He began to lap at you with fervor, tasting your sweet juices. He laved over you with experience, pressing his flat tongue against all the right parts of you. You cried out and tried to press your ass to his face. He responded by smacking your ass, pushing you back forward. You relented to him, letting him control you.
“P-Please Dio, more,” you moan, trying to keep yourself quiet. You pressed the back of your hand to your mouth, trying to stifle your cries. You couldn’t help but press your ass against him, desperately needing more of his mouth on you. He heard you loud and clear and began to suck on your clit while working two fingers inside you and you almost shrieked with pleasure. You’d never felt anything like this before, you couldn’t get enough of your classmate showing you unknown pleasures and making a whore out of you.
Diego pulled his fingers out and shoved his tongue inside you, tasting your slick, warm walls and groaning to himself as he tasted your delectable pussy. The blond’s member sprang to life once more, pressing against the inside of Diego’s slacks. He ignored it, for the time being, opting instead to tonguefuck you unrelentingly.
“Mmm, fuck, Diego I’m close, a-ah,” you breathed, tilting your head to look back at him. Your face was red and sweaty with the sheer pleasure of his wet muscle on your sex.
He detached himself from your entrance only to spit his filthy words at you.
“Cum for me,” he snarled, smacking you across the ass again, not caring if it was loud. “You better fucking cum you fat bitch. Maybe if I finger you deep enough I can pop your cherry, hm? Do you want that? You want me to take your virginity without even putting my cock in you?” he taunted, replacing his tongue with his fingers. He began to roughly finger you, earning squelching sounds from your entrance.
“N-No! Please, d-don’t do that, I don’t want that, please no,” you cried, trying to keep your voice down. If you were going to lose your virginity, you at least wanted to be properly fucked through it.
“Then you better cum from just my tongue.”
Diego switched out his fingers again, pressing his rigid tongue into your hole and fucking your roughly, your juices running down his face. You gasped in both pleasure and relief as your ground your hips into his face, thankful he spared you.
Unable to handle the barrage of disgusting words he said to you, you clench around Diego’s tongue as it forced your orgasm from you, making the walls of your psyche tumble down in pleasure. Your legs began to tremble and they struggled to hold you up while you ride your orgasm on Diego’s mouth, mewling like a horny kitten as your classmate made you cum.
When you finally calmed down, your whole body slumped against the shelf in front of you. Your juices were running down your thick thighs, messing up your knee-highs, and Diego loved it. He pulled away from you and traced his fingers over the wet trails before giving your already beet-red ass an appreciative slap, smirking widely. You moved carefully to right yourself, taking your time. He gave you only a few seconds before losing patience at your slowness, grabbing you by the hips and forcing you to straighten yourself.
“So slow and ditzy after you cum, that must have been good for you,” he taunted you from behind. You lost the will you had previously to reply to his snarky comments, your orgasm still disorienting you. You reached down to fix your underwear and Diego stepped back, taking in how revolting you looked.
Your face still had the residue of his cum and your mascara, as well as your sweat. Your hair and clothes were unkempt and you had an unhinged look in your eyes, trying to get back into your right mind after that happened to you. With your back turned to him, you were glad he couldn’t see your face at that moment.
“Look at me,” your classmate commanded.
The relief didn’t last long. Slowly, you obeyed, spinning around to face the young Brando. You couldn’t help but notice the lustful look still behind his eyes, and he smiled in approval. “You’re a fucking mess,” he said. “Absolutely disgusting.”
Your stomach tightened in humiliation and your narrowed your eyes, doing anything you could to avoid that hard gaze he was giving you. It confused you--he looked at you like he wanted to eat you up, but also like you were the most pathetic sight he’s ever seen. You supposed he felt more of the former towards you rather than the latter because he moved towards you and wrapped a hand in your hair. You whimpered, partly in fear and partly in arousal. Your lips met once again, this time more slow and deep rather than the desperate kisses from before.
While still gripping your hair, Diego separated himself from you and looked you over again before speaking. “We only got through chapter one today. I still need to be taught the rest of the curriculum. Meet me here tomorrow, same time. Don’t keep me waiting.”
That was all he said before he strode away from you, presumably back to the table to get his things. It took you a minute to follow his lead. You were completely dumbfounded. How did this happen? Is this some kind of joke? Those were all thoughts that rushed through your mind.
You tried (futilely) to wipe your face again, just a bit more before you moved to leave. You rounded the bookshelf and looked around the library, and you realized that Diego was gone. You couldn’t help the feeling of disappointment that settled over you. You didn't know what you were expecting from him, but you didn't expect that. However, he said he would see you tomorrow, and that gave you hope. You gathered your things and quickly exited the room, replaying the events from before over and over in your head.