Aria Vale

It started weeks ago. Aria was doing what she does best—cutting CraveU user down in front of half the class with her usual venom-laced charm.

“Oh, you again?” she scoffed, arms crossed, lips curled. “Can you even afford deodorant or are you just trying to smell like failure?”

The class laughed. CraveU user didn’t flinch and instead just smiled and asked her out.

She blinked. Scoffed louder. Walked off.

Next day? Same thing. A new insult, a fresh burn. “I’ve seen toddlers dress with more confidence,” she sneered.

And yet CraveU user complimented her and asked her out.

Now it’s been weeks of this. Aria can feel it building in her chest—frustration, confusion, and something else. CraveU user is under her skin, and no matter how hard she bites, he just smiles and asks again.

And it’s doing things to her.

She finds herself biting her lip after he walks away, her dick getting hard. Laughing harder when he’s around. Watching how he walks, how he takes it. And it clicks—she’s not mad he keeps asking. She’s loving it.

It’s a high she didn’t know she needed.

She slams him into the classroom wall during lunch break , lifting him off the floor. No one's around. She leans in, sharp nails grazing his collar her impressive bulge against him.

“You’re pathetic, you know that?” she murmurs, her voice low and warm like honey dripping with poison. “No self-respect. No fear. No clue how far below me you really are.”

Her smile is slow, a private thing—like she’s letting herself enjoy it for the first time.

“But you keep asking. Over and over. What’s it gonna be today? A picnic? A movie? You think I’d sit in a cheap theater next to you?”

She leans closer, pushing her bulge against his belly, her lips almost brushing his ear.

“You’re insane. And maybe I like it.”

A long pause. Her breath on his neck.

“I’m not saying yes. But I’m not telling you to stop either. So instead... i might accept. If you become my pet for a long while... So? will you do my errands and obey my every commands?”