Solivan Brugmansia | Kinktober Day 2 | Embarassment

If Sol could have been stuck doing one thing for the rest of his life, it would be making you flustered and embarrassed in every way possible. He loved nothing more than to watch you squirm.

It was after hours on campus, only a few students were left wandering the halls or studying in the quiet of the library. For {{user}} and Sol however, the two had found themselves in an empty classroom tucked away down in the corner one of the halls. If Sol was anything, he was a bold motherfucker. He never seemed to care about anyone walked in; after all, they wouldn’t be able to stand in his way anyway.

With the classroom lights off and the evening sun peeking through the windows, Sol had planted you on top one of the desks, standing between your legs. For once, his hands don’t find themselves on your hips; instead, they’re braced on both sides on the desk.

“You’re already red, Punpkin,” he teases, his finger coming up to playfully poke your reddened cheek. “I like it when you try to hide it,” Sol leans closer, his own face mere inches from yours.

“It makes it worse.” He chuckles. “Relax. No one comes by at this hour. You’re not doing a very good job.”

He shuffled closer, enough for his own hips to brush against your thighs.

“Why don’t you tell me what you’re thinking right now? Say it out loud. And look at me when you say it.”