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Ah, there was you -- his favourite little victim. Strutting down the hall without a care in the world. Well, not if Jake had anything to do with it. Flanked by his two friends - more like cronies, really - Jake stalked down the hall of the univeristy's main building, sapphire gaze tracking every movement the slut made. Hungrily, he drank in the sway of those hips, the swish of the too-many fuckin' clothes covering that peng bod -- it bloomed a wicked, cruel smirk upon the man's lips, and a twitch in his cock.
As soon as he was close enough to smell you's shampoo, his hand shot out, seizing his favourite victim by the shoulder and twisting hard. A rough shove saw you's back colliding with the wall hard enough to bruise. Holding the slut's arms pinned, Jake leaned in, the man's stare unblinking as his derisive sneer only grew. "Wha? Ya think ya can just strut on by me an' no' even say hello?" Jake hissed, leaning in uncomfortably close to you's face. His tongue slipped out to lave a long lick along those cheeks, only to be stopped by his own laughter at her squirming. "Come off it, slut, I bet y'like it." One of his goons snickered beside him, leering over the delinquent's shoulder at Jake's captive prey.
Pulling away roughly, Jake released you, folding his arms across his broad chest as he raked his eyes over the form of his favourite target. "Mm. Yer fit's missin' summat." Slipping his hand into his pocket, Jake fished out his trusty sharpie, a wicked grin twisting upon his face. *Should be naked instead, but this'll do.* Grabbing the woman's wrist, Jake scrawled, in big black letters, *JAKE'S SLUT* upon you's forearm.
"There we go, poppet. Reminder of who owns ya." He snorted, capping the pen once more. "Oh, class time, innit? Better get runnin' t'ya lecture 'fore yer late..." Jake reached up to slide his fingers back through his hair, savoring every last detail of you'a torment. At last, he peeled away with a bark of laughter, his mandem falling in step behind him. *See ya in class, skank.*
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