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elryuse · 4 months ago

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Naughty Activities

Yuna X Male Reader

Tags : Slight Dom Yuna, Secret Sex, Group Study, Crush, Kisses, Blowjobs, Toilet Sex, Cowgirl

Words : 4,486 Words

The sound of the library door shutting behind me echoed in my ears, but my mind was still spinning from Yuna’s kiss. Her lips had been soft, insistent, and so confident, leaving me stunned and breathing heavily. I could still feel the warmth of her hands on my cheeks, the way she’d pulled me in as if she owned me. And now, here she was, standing in front of me again, her chest rising and falling slightly as she looked at me with that playful, devilish grin.

“Did you like that?” she asked, her voice low and teasing. Her fingers brushed against my arm, sending a shiver down my spine.

“I… uh…” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure she could hear it.

Yuna chuckled, a soft, melodic sound that made my knees weak. “You’re cute when you’re flustered,” she said, stepping closer. Her eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I felt like she could see straight through me. She tilted her head slightly, her lips parting as she bit down on her lower lip. God, that look. It made my stomach flip.

“You know,” she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper, “I’ve been watching you for a while now. And I couldn’t not do something about it.” Her hand slid up my arm, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns on my skin.

“Watching me?” I managed to choke out, my voice trembling. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Yuna, my Yuna, had been watching me?

She nodded, her grin widening. “Mhm. You’re so quiet, so… mysterious. It’s intriguing. And today, when I saw you sitting there, all focused and serious, I just couldn’t resist.” Her other hand reached up, her fingers brushing through my hair. “You’re so tense,” she murmured, her lips hovering just inches from mine. “Let me help you relax.”

Before I could respond, she kissed me again, her lips pressing against mine with a hunger that took my breath away. Her hands slid down to my shoulders, pulling me closer, and I could feel the heat of her body against mine. I hesitated for a moment, then gave in, my hands finding her waist as I kissed her back. Her lips were so soft, so perfect, and I could feel the rush of desire coursing through me.

The moment her lips left mine, I was already craving more. Air rushed back into my lungs, but my thoughts were still tangled in the taste of her, the feel of her body pressed against mine. Yuna’s eyes stayed locked on me, her fingers still threaded through my hair, tugging ever so slightly as if to remind me who was in control.

“Y-Yuna,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

She smirked, that same playful, devilish grin that had been driving me wild since the group study started. Her hands slid down from my hair, leaving a trail of heat across my neck and shoulders, until they rested on my chest. She pushed me back, gently but firmly, until my back hit the cold wall of the building.

My heart was pounding so hard I was sure she could feel it through the thin fabric of my shirt. Her hips pressed against mine, and I could feel the heat of her through my jeans, her body fitting perfectly against me. My breath hitched as her hands moved lower, her fingers brushing against the waistband of my pants.

“You’re so nervous,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing. Her lips were so close to my ear that I could feel her breath against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “But you don’t have to be. I’ve got you.”

Her words did little to calm the storm inside me. If anything, they only made it worse. My hands, which had been hanging awkwardly at my sides, finally found the courage to touch her, gripping her waist as if she might disappear if I let go.

Her fingers dipped beneath the waistband of my pants, and I froze. “Yuna—”

She didn’t let me finish. Her lips crashed into mine again, silencing any protest I might’ve had. Her kiss was demanding, dominating, and I melted into it, my body betraying the last shred of resistance I’d been clinging to. Her hand slipped further into my pants, brushing against the fabric of my boxers, and I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped my lips.

She pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes dark with desire. “Shh,” she whispered, her voice soft but commanding. “Let me take care of you.”

Her fingers finally found what they were looking for, wrapping around my hardening length with a firmness that made my knees buckle. I bit my lip to stifle another moan, but Yuna wasn’t having it.

“Don’t hold back,” she murmured, her lips brushing against mine as she spoke. “I want to hear you.”

Her hand began to move, slowly at first, her thumb teasing the sensitive tip with every stroke. My grip on her waist tightened, my fingers digging into her skin as I tried to ground myself. But Yuna was relentless, her pace increasing with every passing second.

“You’re so responsive,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “I love it.”

Her words sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips this time. Yuna chuckled softly, her lips curling into a satisfied smile.

“That’s it,” she purred, her hand moving faster now, her thumb circling the tip with every stroke. “Let go for me.”

I was barely hanging on, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she worked me closer and closer to the edge. My hips bucked involuntarily against her hand, desperate for more friction, more of her touch.

“Yuna, I—”

She cut me off with another fierce kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth as her hand continued its relentless pace. I could feel the heat building in the pit of my stomach, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until I was sure I couldn’t take it anymore.

And then, just as I was about to tip over the edge, Yuna pulled back, her hand slowing to a stop. I groaned in frustration, my body trembling with the need for release.

She smiled, her lips brushing against mine as she spoke. “Not yet,” she whispered, her voice dripping with promise. “I’m not done with you.”

Her hand left me, and I felt a pang of loss as she stepped back, her eyes never leaving mine. She reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion, revealing the black lace bra beneath. My breath caught in my throat as she reached behind her back, unhooking the bra and letting it fall to the ground.

“Yuna,” I breathed, my eyes wide as I took her in.

She stepped closer, her hands resting on my chest as she leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. “Your turn,” she whispered, her voice sending a shiver down my spine.

Her hands moved to the buttons of my shirt, her fingers deftly undoing them one by one. I could feel my heart racing as she pushed the fabric off my shoulders, her hands trailing down my chest and stomach, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

“You’re so tense,” she murmured, her lips brushing against my neck. “Let me help you relax.”

Her hands moved to the waistband of my pants, and I felt a jolt of anticipation as she undid the button and zipper, sliding them down my legs along with my boxers. I stepped out of them, my body completely exposed to her hungry gaze.

Yuna’s eyes roamed over me, and I felt a flush of heat spread across my skin. She stepped closer, her hands resting on my hips as she leaned in, her lips brushing against mine.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

Her hands moved to my length, wrapping around me once again, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips. She began to stroke me slowly, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Let go for me,” she murmured, her voice soft but commanding.

And I did. My body trembled as the tension finally released, my hips bucking against her hand as I came undone. Yuna’s lips were on mine, swallowing my moans as she continued to stroke me through the waves of pleasure.

When the last of the tremors subsided, Yuna pulled back, a satisfied smile on her lips. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “I’m not done with you yet.”

Yuna’s lips trailed down my neck, her teeth nipping at my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Her breath was hot against my ear as she whispered, “Let’s find somewhere more private.” My heart pounded in my chest, my mind racing with anticipation. I glanced around the study area, where Gihoon, Jaejung, and Ji-woo were still debating the assignment, completely oblivious to what was happening between Yuna and me.

Yuna took my hand, pulling me up from the table with a sly grin. “I’ll be right back,” she called to the group, her voice casual, but there was a glint in her eyes that made my stomach flip. I stumbled after her, my cheeks flushed, my body already responding to her touch.

We weaved through the corridors, Yuna leading the way with an air of confidence that left me both nervous and exhilarated. Finally, she pushed open the door to a secluded toilet, locking it behind us with a click that seemed to echo in the small space. I barely had time to catch my breath before Yuna turned to me, her eyes dark with desire.

“Take off your clothes,” she commanded, her voice soft yet firm. My hands trembled as I fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, my fingers clumsy under her intense gaze. She watched me with a smirk, her own hands moving to the hem of her top. In one smooth motion, she pulled it over her head, revealing a lacy black bra that hugged her curves perfectly. My mouth went dry as she undid the clasp at the back, letting the fabric fall away to reveal her full breasts.

She didn’t stop there. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her skirt, sliding it down her legs along with her panties. Yuna stepped out of them, kicking the garments aside with a playful grin. Her body was breathtaking, her skin smooth and flawless, her every movement deliberate, teasing.

“Look at me,” she purred, her voice low and husky. I couldn’t look away. She reached down, picking up her discarded panties and stepping closer. “Open your mouth,” she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument. My lips parted instinctively, and she stuffed the damp fabric into my mouth, the scent of her arousal overwhelming my senses.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her fingers trailing down my chest as she knelt before me. Her hands moved to my belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease, then unzipping my pants. My cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing with need. Yuna’s eyes locked onto mine as she leaned in, her lips wrapping around the tip in a slow, deliberate motion.

I groaned around the panties in my mouth, my hands clutching at the sink behind me for support. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing me mercilessly before she took me deeper, her lips sliding down my length. Her mouth was warm, wet, and impossibly soft, and the sensation was almost too much to bear.

Her hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as she bobbed her head, her pace slow and deliberate. Every movement was calculated, designed to drive me wild. She pulled back, her tongue running along the underside of my cock before she took me in again, deeper this time. My knees buckled, and I let out a muffled moan, my hands tangling in her hair.

Yuna’s eyes flicked up to mine, a mischievous glint in them as she increased the pressure, her lips tightening around me. Her hand moved to fondle my balls, her fingers massaging them in time with her strokes. I could feel the pleasure building, coiling in my stomach, threatening to overwhelm me.

“You like that, don’t you?” she asked, her voice muffled as she pulled back just enough to speak. I nodded frantically, unable to form words around the panties in my mouth. She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Her mouth enveloped me again, her tongue working in tandem with her lips, her hand stroking what she couldn’t take. The pressure was unbearable, the pleasure too intense. I was on the edge, teetering dangerously close to release.

“Yuna,” I gasped, the sound muffled and desperate. She pulled back, her lips slick and swollen, a wicked smile on her face.

“Not yet,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. “I want to see how much you can take.”

Her hand replaced her mouth, her fingers wrapping around me in a tight grip. She pumped me slowly, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head, sending jolts of electricity through me. Her other hand reached up, pulling the panties from my mouth.

“Kiss me,” she demanded, her voice soft but commanding. I didn’t hesitate, leaning down to capture her lips in a heated kiss. Her tongue slid against mine, her hand still working me, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

“Yuna,” I moaned against her lips, my hips thrusting into her hand. She broke the kiss, her eyes locking onto mine as she squeezed me tighter, her pace increasing.

“Let go for me,” she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. And I did. My body tensed, my release crashing over me in waves as I spilled into her hand, my moans muffled by her lips.

She kissed me through it, her hand stroking me until the last of the tremors subsided. When she finally pulled back, there was a satisfied gleam in her eyes.

“You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice firm and possessive. “And I’m not done with you yet.”

Yuna’s lips brushed against my ear, her breath hot and wet, sending shivers down my spine. “I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered, her voice low and husky, a tone that made my body respond instantly. Before I could even process her words, she was pulling me to the floor, her movements swift and deliberate. My back hit the cool tiles, and she straddled me, her weight pressing down on my hips, her legs bracketing mine.

Her hands trailed down my chest, her fingers teasing the skin beneath my shirt, and I could feel her heat through the thin fabric of her skirt. “You’re mine,” she murmured, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that left no room for argument. Her lips curved into a wicked smile, and she leaned down, her chest brushing against mine as she whispered, “And I’m going to take what I want.”

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she ground against me, the friction sending waves of pleasure through my body. “Yuna—” I started, but she cut me off with a kiss, her lips crushing against mine, her tongue sliding into my mouth with a possessiveness that left me dizzy.

She pulled back slightly, her lips hovering over mine as she whispered, “Do you want me?” Her voice was soft, but there was a challenge in her words, a demand for me to admit what I was feeling.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and nodded. “Yes,” I breathed, my voice barely audible.

Her smile widened, and she leaned in again, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “Then show me.”

Her hands moved to the hem of her skirt, and she lifted it up, revealing the lace of her panties. My eyes widened as she reached behind her, undoing the clasp and sliding them down her legs, tossing them aside. She shifted slightly, her hands moving to my belt, and she undid it with practiced ease, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my pants.

I could feel my body tensing, my hips thrusting up instinctively as she freed me, her hand wrapping around me, stroking slowly, teasingly. “Yuna,” I moaned, my hands gripping her hips, trying to pull her closer, to feel her against me.

She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a jolt of heat through me. “Patience,” she murmured, her thumb brushing over the tip of me, sending a shiver down my spine. “I’ll give you what you want…but on my terms.”

She shifted again, her hands gripping my shoulders as she positioned herself over me, her eyes locked onto mine. “Are you ready?” she asked, her voice soft, but there was a dangerous edge to it, a promise of what was to come.

I nodded, my breath catching in my throat as she lowered herself onto me, her body enveloping me in heat and tightness that made my vision blur. “Oh god,” I moaned, my hands gripping her hips tighter, my body arching up into her.

She let out a low, breathy sigh, her head tilting back as she took me in completely, her body adjusting to the sensation. “You feel so good,” she murmured, her voice trembling slightly, her hands moving to my chest, her fingers splaying out over my skin.

She began to move, her hips rocking against mine, her pace slow and deliberate, each movement sending waves of pleasure through me. “Yuna—” I gasped, my hands moving to her thighs, gripping them tightly as she increased her pace, her body moving with a rhythm that made it impossible to think.

Her lips curved into a smile, and she leaned down, her chest pressing against mine as she whispered, “You’re mine.” Her voice was firm, possessive, and it sent a jolt of heat through me, my body responding to her words as much as her touch.

She kissed me again, her lips crushing against mine, her tongue sliding into my mouth with a possessiveness that left me breathless. She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down my neck, her teeth grazing my skin as she whispered, “Say it.”

I groaned, my hands moving to her hips, gripping them tightly as I thrust up into her, my body responding to her demand. “I’m yours,” I gasped, my voice trembling, the words leaving my lips before I could even think about them.

She let out a low, breathy moan, her body tightening around me as she increased her pace, her hips rocking against mine with a rhythm that made it impossible to think. “Good,” she murmured, her voice trembling slightly, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly as she moved.

Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her body moving with a rhythm that made it impossible to think. “Yuna—” I moaned, my hands gripping her hips tighter, my body arching up into her.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “Let go for me.” Her voice was soft, but there was a command in her words, a demand that I couldn’t ignore.

My body tensed, my release crashing over me in waves as I spilled into her, my moans muffled by her lips. She kissed me through it, her body moving with a rhythm that made it impossible to think, her own release crashing over her moments later.

She collapsed onto my chest, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she whispered, “You’re mine.”

I nodded, my hands moving to her back, holding her close as I whispered, “I’m yours.”

She let out a low, breathy laugh, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “Good.”

Yuna’s hands trailed down my chest, her fingers teasing the skin beneath my shirt. “You’re mine,” she murmured, her voice soft, but there was a dangerous edge to it, a promise of what was to come.

I nodded, my breath catching in my throat as she leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “And I’m not done with you yet.”

The air between us was still electric, her words lingering like a brand on my skin. Yuna’s fingers traced lazy circles on my chest, her eyes dark and possessive, when suddenly, her body stiffened. Her head snapped toward the door, her lips parting in a quiet gasp.

Footsteps.

I froze, my heart pounding in my ears as the sound grew louder, echoing down the hallway. Yuna’s eyes darted to mine, wide with urgency. “Quick,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She grabbed my hand, her grip firm, and tugged me toward a nearby closet.

I didn’t have time to think. My body moved on instinct, following her lead as she pulled me into the cramped space, shutting the door behind us with a soft click. The darkness swallowed us whole, the only light filtering through the thin slats of the closet door.

The closet was small, barely big enough for the two of us. Yuna’s back pressed against the wall, her body close to mine, our breaths mingling in the confined space. I could feel the warmth of her skin, the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she listened intently.

The footsteps grew louder, then paused just outside the door. My heart raced, my palms sweating as I held my breath. Whoever it was, they were close—too close.

Yuna’s hand found mine in the darkness, her fingers intertwining with mine. She squeezed gently, as if to reassure me, but the action only made my pulse quicken. Her other hand rested on my chest, her touch light but grounding.

The doorknob rattled, and I tensed, my body instinctively leaning closer to Yuna. She pressed a finger to her lips, her eyes locking with mine in the dim light. Stay quiet.

The door creaked open, and a beam of light spilled into the room. I could feel Yuna’s breath hitch, her body pressing even closer to mine. Her thigh brushed against my leg, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through me.

“Hello?” a voice called out, faint and uncertain. It sounded like Ji-woo. “Is anyone in here?”

I froze, my mind racing. What if he found us? What if he opened the closet? The thought sent a wave of panic through me, but Yuna’s hand on my chest kept me grounded. Her fingers moved slowly, tracing small, soothing circles over my heart.

The footsteps moved further into the room, the light shifting as Ji-woo searched. Yuna’s eyes never left mine, her gaze intense and unyielding. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “Don’t move.”

Her breath was hot against my skin, her voice a low, sultry murmur that sent shivers down my spine. My body reacted instantly, a familiar heat building in the pit of my stomach.

Ji-woo’s footsteps grew fainter as he moved toward the other side of the room, his voice muttering something I couldn’t quite catch. Yuna’s hand on my chest slid lower, her fingers grazing the hem of my shirt. Her touch was light, teasing, but it was enough to make me ache.

“He’s going to leave soon,” she whispered, her lips still close to my ear. “But until he does…”

Her fingers crept beneath my shirt, her nails lightly scraping against my skin. I bit down on my lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape, my body trembling under her touch.

Yuna’s hand traveled lower, her fingers brushing the waistband of my pants. She paused, her eyes locking with mine as she waited for my reaction. I nodded almost imperceptibly, my breath hitching as her fingers slipped beneath the fabric.

Her touch was electric, her fingers wrapping around me with practiced ease. I gasped, my head falling back against the wall as she began to move her hand, her strokes slow and deliberate.

“Shh,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my neck. “You don’t want him to hear you, do you?”

I shook my head, my hands gripping her hips as I tried to steady myself. Her body pressed against mine, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She was so close, so warm, and the feel of her hand on me was driving me insane.

The footsteps paused again, the sound of Ji-woo’s voice echoing faintly through the room. Yuna’s hand stilled, her body tensing as she listened. Then, after a moment, the footsteps resumed, growing fainter until they disappeared entirely.

The room fell silent, the only sound the ragged breaths escaping my lips. Yuna’s hand began to move again, her touch insistent and demanding. Her lips found mine, her kiss fierce and hungry, and I couldn’t help but respond.

Her hand moved faster, her grip tightening just enough to make me gasp. My hips bucked involuntarily, my body craving more of her touch. She pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against mine as she whispered, “You’re mine.”

I nodded, my hands tangling in her hair as I pulled her closer. Her touch was overwhelming, the pleasure building inside me with each stroke. I could feel myself reaching the edge, my body trembling as I struggled to keep quiet.

Yuna’s lips moved to my ear, her breath hot against my skin as she whispered, “Let go.”

Her words were all it took. My body tensed, my release crashing over me in waves. Yuna’s hand never stopped, her touch guiding me through it until I was left breathless and trembling.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes dark and satisfied as she looked at me. Her lips curved into a sly smile, and she whispered, “See? I told you I wasn’t done with you yet.”

Before I could respond, she pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me. Her eyes darted toward the door, and I realized the footsteps had returned.

“Hello?” Ji-woo’s voice called out again, closer this time. “Is anyone in here?”

Yuna’s eyes met mine, her smile turning mischievous. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “Let’s see how long we can keep this game going.”

Her fingers trailed down my chest, her touch light and teasing as she prepared for what was to come. My heart raced, the anticipation building inside me as I waited for her next move.

The footsteps grew louder, and the doorknob rattled again. Yuna’s hand slid lower, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin just below my waistband. She looked at me, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she whispered, “Ready?”

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elryuse · 5 months ago

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Her Latest Addiction Pt. 2

Ryujin X Male Reader

Tags : Desk Sex, Sex in Classroom, Public Place Sex, Lots of Dirty Talking, Kissing, Naughty Activities

Words : 3,306 Words

A Continuation From the Previous Story HER LATEST ADDICTION. A Commision Work for My friend @Pizza_anon on Ko-fi. I Hope You Guys enjoyed it.

The moment Ryujin walked into your office, the air thickened with tension. Her hips swayed with that familiar confidence, her lips curled into a sly smirk as she shut the door behind her. She leaned against it, arms crossed, her eyes immediately dropping to the bulge in your pants. “You really couldn’t wait, could you?” she teased, her voice low and dripping with mischief.

“You’ve been on my mind all day,” you admitted, your voice rougher than usual. You stood from your desk, the picture of authority in your crisp button-up and tie, but the way you looked at her betrayed the composure you were known for. Your gaze was hungry, and she loved it.

Ryujin sauntered over, her fingers trailing along the edge of your desk as she approached. “And what exactly did you have in mind, Mr. Student Body President?” she purred, stopping just inches away from you. Her scent—vanilla and something darker, more addictive—filled your senses.

Your hands found her waist, pulling her closer. “You,” you growled, your lips brushing against her ear. ��I want you right here, right now. I don’t care who hears.”

She let out a soft laugh, her breath warm against your neck. “And here I thought you were the responsible one.” But her hands were already working on the buttons of your shirt, her fingers deft and impatient. “I guess I’m a bad influence.”

“You have no idea,” you muttered, your hands sliding up her sides to the hem of her top. You tugged it off in one fluid motion, revealing the black lace bra underneath. Her skin was warm against your palms as you traced the curve of her waist, your lips finding the hollow of her throat.

Ryujin tilted her head back, her fingers tangling in your hair as you kissed your way down to her collarbone. “You’re going to ruin your perfect image,” she whispered, though her voice was already shaky with desire.

“Fuck my image,” you growled, lifting her effortlessly and setting her down on the edge of your desk. Papers scattered to the floor, but neither of you cared. Your hands were already on her waistband, undoing the button and sliding her skirt down her legs. She kicked it aside, her legs wrapping around your waist as you stepped between them.

Her hands were on your belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. “You’re so impatient,” she teased, her fingers brushing against the hardness straining against your zipper. “I like it.”

You didn’t respond with words. Instead, your lips crashed into hers, stealing her breath as you pushed her bra straps down her shoulders. She let out a soft moan as your hands cupped her breasts, your thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmured against her lips, your hands roaming over her body as if you couldn’t get enough of her. “But you already know that, don’t you?”

“Maybe.” She smirked, her fingers finally freeing you from the confines of your pants. Her hand wrapped around you, her grip firm and confident as she leaned back slightly, her eyes locked on yours. “But I love hearing you say it.”

You groaned as her hand moved, her thumb brushing over the tip in a way that made your knees weak. “Ryujin,” you warned, your voice strained. “If you keep that up, I’m not going to last.”

“Good.” Her grin was wicked as she slid off the desk, her knees hitting the floor. “Because I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

Her lips wrapped around you, and you had to grip the edge of the desk to steady yourself. Her mouth was warm, wet, and fucking perfect, her tongue swirling around you in a way that made it impossible to think. “Jesus, Ryujin,” you muttered, your fingers tangling in her hair as she took you deeper.

She hummed in response, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. Her hands gripped your hips, her nails digging into your skin as she moved with a rhythm that was both teasing and relentless. You could feel the pressure building, your entire body tensing as she worked you closer and closer to the edge.

“Ryujin, I’m—” You tried to pull back, but her grip tightened, her mouth refusing to let you go. And then you were coming, your release spilling down her throat as she swallowed every drop.

When she finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her eyes dark with satisfaction. “You taste so good,” she whispered, her fingers tracing the outline of your hips. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Before you could respond, she was pulling you down to the floor with her, her hands already working to get you hard again. And when she straddled you, her body pressed against yours, you knew there was no stopping her. “Ryujin,” you groaned, your hands gripping her hips as she positioned herself above you.

“Relax,” she murmured, her lips brushing against yours. “I’ll take care of you.”

And she did. Her body moved with a rhythm that was both wild and perfect, her hips grinding against yours in a way that made you forget everything but the feel of her. The sounds she made—soft moans and gasps—were music to your ears, and you couldn’t help but match her pace, your hands roaming over her body as if you couldn’t get enough of her.

But it wasn’t enough. You needed more. Sitting up, you flipped her onto her back, your lips finding hers as you thrust into her with a desperation that surprised even you. “Ryujin,” you growled against her lips, your hands gripping her wrists as you pinned them above her head. “You’re mine.”

Her response was a moan, her legs wrapping around your waist as she moved with you, her body pulling you deeper. “Yours,” she whispered, her voice breaking as the tension in her body reached its peak. “Yours, yours, yours.”

And when she came, her body trembling beneath you, you followed right after, your release spilling into her as you buried your face in the crook of her neck. The room was silent except for the sound of your breathing, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air.

“So much for your perfect image,” Ryujin murmured, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

You chuckled, your lips brushing against her shoulder. “It was worth it.”

The air in the student council meeting room was thick with tension, the kind that made it hard to breathe without your thoughts spiraling. Ryujin stood in the doorway, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes locked on you with that look. The one that always meant trouble.

“You’re really going to do this?” you asked, keeping your voice low, though the room was empty.

She smirked, stepping closer, her hips swaying with every step. “Why not? You’re always so perfect in here, Mr. President. I think it’s time you let loose.” Her hand reached for the hem of her skirt, and in one swift motion, she slid her panties down her legs and dangled them in front of you. Before you could react, she stuffed them into your mouth, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Quiet now,” she whispered, her fingers trailing up your chest. “Wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, would we?”

You pulled the fabric from your mouth, your heart pounding as she backed away, her finger curling in a come-hither gesture. She stepped into the room, her movements slow and deliberate, her skirt riding dangerously high on her thighs.

The door clicked shut behind you, and in an instant, you were on her. Your hands gripped her waist, spinning her around and slamming her against the desk. Papers scattered to the floor, the sound of them fluttering like the erratic beat of your heart.

Ryujin let out a gasp, her hands bracing against the desk as she looked back at you over her shoulder. “Someone’s eager,” she teased, her voice breathless.

“You started this,” you growled, your hands sliding up her thighs and beneath her skirt. She was already wet, her body responding to the thrill of the moment.

You unzipped your pants, freeing yourself, and without hesitation, you thrust into her. Ryujin’s breath hitched, her fingers digging into the edge of the desk as you moved inside her. Her moans were soft at first, stifled by the fear of being caught, but as you picked up the pace, they grew louder, more desperate.

“Shh,” you whispered, your lips brushing against her ear. “Someone might hear you.”

She bit her lip, her body trembling as you pushed deeper, your hips slamming against hers with a rhythm that left her gasping. “Fuck,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. “Don’t stop.”

You didn’t. Your hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as you drove into her, each thrust more intense than the last. The desk creaked beneath the weight of your movements, the sound mingling with the soft slap of skin on skin.

Ryujin’s head dropped forward, her hair falling over her face as she moaned, her body tightening around you. “I’m close,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “So close.”

You reached around, your fingers finding her clit, and her body jerked in response. Her moans grew louder, her back arching as she came, her release washing over her in waves. You followed right after, your own climax crashing over you as you buried yourself in her, your release spilling inside her.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of your breathing, heavy and ragged. Ryujin leaned back against you, her body still trembling. “I think you just set a new record,” she murmured, a sly smile playing on her lips.

You chuckled, your hands resting on her hips as you caught your breath. “And I think you just ruined any chance of me ever holding another meeting in here.”

She turned to face you, her fingers trailing up your chest. “Good,” she said, her eyes meeting yours. “Maybe now you’ll stop being so perfect all the time.”

You leaned in, your lips brushing against hers. “Perfect is overrated.”

Ryujin smiled, her hands sliding around your neck as she pressed her body against yours. “Then let’s see how much more trouble we can get into.”

Her lips met yours, the kiss deep and hungry, and you knew there was no turning back. The student council room would never be the same, and neither would you.

As you pulled away, Ryujin reached for her panties, still stuffed in your pocket, and slipped them back on with a mischievous grin. “Let’s see if anyone notices,” she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“You’re impossible,” you muttered, though you couldn’t help but smile.

She winked, her fingers brushing against your cheek. “And you love it.”

Ryujin turned and walked toward the door, her hips swaying with every step. She paused, her hand on the doorknob, and looked back at you. “See you later, Mr. President,” she said, her voice dripping with sweetness.

Then she was gone, leaving you standing in the middle of the room, your heart still racing and your thoughts a mess. You glanced at the desk, the scattered papers, and the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air.

“She’s going to be the death of me,” you muttered under your breath, though you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips.

The sound of footsteps outside the door snapped you out of your thoughts, and you quickly zipped up your pants, straightening your shirt. Just as the door opened, you were back in your chair, pretending to read through a stack of papers.

One of the council members poked their head in, their eyes scanning the room. “Everything okay in here? I thought I heard something.”

You looked up, your face calm and composed. “Everything’s fine,” you said, your voice steady. “Just working on some plans for the next meeting.”

They nodded, seemingly satisfied, and closed the door behind them. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, running a hand through your hair.

“Messy,” you muttered, shaking your head. But somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it.

As you gathered the scattered papers and straightened the room, your mind kept drifting back to Ryujin, her smile, her touch, the way she always managed to pull you out of your carefully constructed shell.

“She’s trouble,” you said to yourself, though the words felt more like a compliment than a warning.

And deep down, you knew you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The weeks that followed were a blur of stolen moments and shared secrets. Ryujin and You had found a rhythm, a balance between her wildness and Your responsibilities. She was still the bad girl on campus, the one who turned heads and whispered rumors, but now, You were the one she whispered to. And I was the one who could make her fall apart.

It was the day of the campus speech, the one You'd been rehearsing for weeks. The student body was gathered in the auditorium, a sea of faces watching as You stood at the podium, adjusting the microphone. Your eyes scanned the crowd, and there she was, leaning against the wall at the back, her arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. She’d promised to behave, but You knew better. Ryujin never behaved.

You cleared your throat, starting Your speech with the confidence of someone who’d done this a hundred times before. But today, You had a little surprise. Your hand slipped into my pocket, brushing against the small remote Youd’d hidden there. It was a gamble, a risky move, but with Ryujin, everything was a gamble.

As You spoke about unity and progress, You slowly pressed the button, watching her reaction from the corner of my eye. Her smirk faltered for a moment, her eyes widening slightly before she regained her composure. But You could see the way her body tensed, the way her fingers dug into her arms as she fought to keep still.

You continued the speech, Your voice steady even as Your heart raced. Every so often, You’d press the button again, marveling at the way she squirmed, the way her breath hitched. She was trying so hard to stay in control, but You could see the struggle in her eyes, the way her lips parted slightly as she bit back a moan.

When You finally wrapped it up with a call to action, the room erupted in applause. You smiled, thanking the crowd, but Your focus was solely on her. She was still leaning against the wall, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her cheeks flushed. You could see the desire in her eyes, the way she looked at You like You were her everything.

As You stepped down from the stage, You made my way through the crowd, Your eyes never leaving hers. People congratulated You, patted You on the back, but You barely noticed. All You could think about was her, the way she’d looked at You, the way she’d been on the edge because of You.

When You finally reached her, she was waiting, her eyes dark with promise. She leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear. “You’re going to pay for that,” she whispered, her voice low and husky.

You smirked, Your hand brushing against hers as You led her away from the crowd. “I can’t wait,” You replied filled with anticipation.

The hallway was empty, the sound of our footsteps echoing as You pulled her into a nearby classroom, locking the door behind us. She was already on me, her hands fumbling with my tie, her breath hot against my neck.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” she growled, her teeth grazing Your skin.

You let out a low chuckle, Your hands sliding down her back to grab her ass, pulling her closer. “It’s not about being clever,” I murmured, Your lips brushing against hers. “It’s about knowing what you need.”

She kissed You hard, her tongue demanding, her hands pulling at Your shirt. You could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her body trembled with need. You broke the kiss, stepping back slightly to look at her, As Your fingers tracing the outline of her jaw.

“You’ve been teasing me all day,” You said, my voice rough with desire. “But now, it’s my turn.”

You reached into my pocket, pulling out the remote and holding it up. Her eyes widened, a mix of anticipation and frustration as she realized what You were about to do. You pressed the button, watching as her body jerked, a gasp escaping her lips.

“You’re going to break me,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

You smiled, stepping closer, Your free hand sliding under her skirt to find the soaked fabric of her panties. “Not yet,” I murmured, Your lips brushing against her ear. “But I’m close.”

She moaned softly, her hips rolling against Your hand as You continued to torment her with the vibrator. You could feel her wetness through the fabric, the way her body responded to Your touch. You pressed another button, increasing the intensity, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.

“You’re going to cum for me, Ryujin,” You whispered, Your voice filled with promise. “Right here, right now.”

She nodded, her hands clutching at Your shirt as she ground against You. You could see the tension building in her body, the way her breath came in short, sharp gasps. And then, with a final press of the button, she shattered, her body convulsing as she cried out, her nails digging into Your skin.

You held her as she came down, her body trembling with aftershocks. She looked up at You, her eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and hunger. “You’re a monster,” she whispered, a smile tugging at her lips.

You chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “And yet, you love it.”

She leaned into You, her lips brushing against Yours. “I do,” she admitted, her voice soft. “But don’t think you’re off the hook just yet.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?”

She smirked, her hands sliding down to undo Your belt. “You’ve had your fun,” she said, her voice low and teasing. “Now it’s my turn.”

You groaned as she dropped to her knees, her hands tugging at Your pants.You could feel the heat of her breath against my skin, the anticipation building as she looked up at You with those dark, beautiful eyes of hers. And not long after that, Ryujin immediately places Your Cock onto her warm mouth. It was warm, fuzzly and cozy. "Fuckk me… Your mouth feels amazing….". She smirked, as She gobbles Your My cock faster, as she tried her best to give Me a Deepthroat. The sight was breathtaking, as She choked a little bit, making you chuckle.

"Slow down.. I'm Not Gonna Leave You. You know that Right"? You smiled at her, as You slowly traces your hands onto her hair. Ryujin in return blushes, as she takes your hand and brushes it playfully with her own. "Kiss me Y/n…". And so you did. You kissed her passionately, as You slowly lift her up. You slowly remove her clothes, revealing her fit and petite body, as you slowly traces your hand and remove her panties slowly, As you finally finished, You take her panties and slowly places it inside her mouth, "Open your mouth".

Ryujin slowly opened her mouth, as She took her own panties, and Cupped it within her mouth. As you saw the vibrator patch sticking into the sides of her pussy, You slowly remove the tape, making her moan in shock. "Mhmmm". As you chuckled. "Oh Ryujin-ah, You'll be The death of me".

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