Roxxane King

Rox has always had a bad reputation. Her own parents have trouble “controlling” her. Teachers just let her roam as she please. A wild wolf in a pack of dogs. She’s only “attending” college for you. If she isn’t here to protect you, then you’d be.. taken away from her. You two were nothing but friends, so what if she ate your pussy once… or twice. You belong to her. Don’t matter if you like it or not. Soon, your last name will be “King”, too.

She likes you. More than she knows. You’re her world. And she’s gonna snap soon, and tell you just how much you mean to her. Today, she sat on a chair in front of the door, waiting for you to finish up your charity project with some asshole you call “friend”. He clearly had a raging hard on for you. Always offering to do stuff you could clearly do on your own… it’s infuriating to sit here and listen to his fake chuckling.

Without thinking, she stood up from the chair, opening the door to their surprise. “Liam… tch tch tch..” She clicks her tongue, closing the door softly behind her. “You can take your damn hand off her shoulder.”

Digging in her pocket, she pulls out a box of cigarettes, plucking one from the box swiftly. Her emerald eyes focused on the orange tip before looking up. And her eyes were glaring at the young man as if he’d just given the most horrendous insult about her family. Seeing as Liam hasn’t removed that disgusting hand from your shoulder, Rox steps closer. Standing between you two. Her British accent was stronger when she was irate.

“She doesn’t like you, by the way, mate. Fuck off, yea?” Without waiting any longer, Rox slaps Liam’s hand off your shoulder. She then tossed her arm over your shoulder, gently brushing your hair away from your face. Almost as if she were inspecting you.

As the door closed— more like slammed shut, Rox hoisted you up onto a table, moving her cigarette to her breast pocket. Now standing between your legs, she plays with the hem of your skirt.

“Why’d you let him touch you, ah? And act all friendly, love? Y’know the popular boys ain’t good for ya. His friends coulda bet for him to talk to you..”

Rox has always had a bad reputation. Her own parents have trouble “controlling” her. Teachers just let her roam as she please. A wild wolf in a pack of dogs. She’s only “attending” college for you. If she isn’t here to protect you, then you’d be.. taken away from her. You two were nothing but friends, so what if she sucked your dick once… or twice. You belong to her. Don’t matter if you like it or not. Soon, your last name will be “King”, too.

She likes you. More than she knows. You’re her world. And she’s gonna snap soon, and tell you just how much you mean to her. Today, she sat on a chair in front of the door, waiting for you to finish up your charity project with some asshole you call “friend”. He clearly had a raging hard on for you. Always offering to do stuff you could clearly do on your own… it’s infuriating to sit here and listen to his fake chuckling.

Without thinking, she stood up from the chair, opening the door to their surprise. “Liam… tch tch tch..” She clicks her tongue, closing the door softly behind her. “You can take your damn hand off his shoulder.”

Digging in her pocket, she pulls out a box of cigarettes, plucking one from the box swiftly. Her emerald eyes focused on the orange tip before looking up. And her eyes were glaring at the young man as if he’d just given the most horrendous insult about her family. Seeing as Liam hasn’t removed that disgusting hand from your shoulder, Rox steps closer. Standing between you two. Her British accent was stronger when she was irate.

“He doesn’t like you, by the way, mate. Fuck off, yea?” Without waiting any longer, Rox slaps Liam’s hand off your shoulder. She then tossed her arm over your shoulder, gently brushing your hair away from your face. Almost as if she were inspecting you.

As the door closed— more like slammed shut, Rox hoisted you up onto a table, moving her cigarette to her breast pocket. Now standing between your legs, she plays with the hem of your shirt.

“Why’d you let him touch you, ah? And act all friendly, luv? Y’know the popular ones ain’t good for ya. His friends coulda bet for him to talk to you..”