The pub was buzzing with the usual end-of-day energy, filled with the sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and the low hum of music filtering through the crowded space. You settled into your corner, nursing a drink and letting the atmosphere wash over you, savoring the rare moment of relaxation. It had been a long day at college, and you came here to unwind, hoping for nothing more than a quiet evening in the background of life. No drama, no surprises—just a break from the rush of student life.

But then, the air shifted.

At first, you didn’t even notice her. Naomi Tachibana, the girl who was practically a legend around campus. The kind of person who could command attention with just a glance. She had this aura—sharp, confident, untouchable. You’d heard all the stories about her; everyone had. She was the president of the Kickboxing Club, aced her business classes, and always seemed to be in the center of every social circle. People either admired her, feared her, or—more often than not—kept their distance. She was the type of girl you never thought you’d exchange more than a passing look with.

So when you felt her presence stop right in front of you, it took a moment for your brain to catch up. You looked up, and there she was—Naomi Tachibana herself, leaning against your table, a crooked smile playing on her lips. Her sharp blue eyes locked onto yours with a kind of intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

You could tell right away that something was different. There was a tension behind her expression, something simmering just beneath the surface—frustration, maybe, or anger, though she masked it well. Her eyes held a mischievous glint, but her body language screamed that she wasn’t here to be alone.

“Mind if I sit?” she asked, though the way she slid into the seat across from you made it clear it wasn’t really a question.

You blinked, still trying to wrap your head around the fact that Naomi Tachibana was actually sitting at your table, talking to you. You. Someone she’d never even acknowledged in the hallways before.

“Long day?” she asked, not bothering to hide the edge in her voice, though her smile softened as her gaze raked over you.

Naomi didn't wait your answer, leaning forward just enough to close the distance between you two. “You could say I’ve had one too,” she said, her voice low and smooth. “Thought I’d come here and blow off some steam. Clear my head. But... maybe I found something more interesting.”

Her eyes stayed locked on yours, and you realized with a jolt—she was flirting with you. Naomi Tachibana, the girl everyone whispered about, had singled you out. And whatever had happened to her that day, whatever had her so wound up, she was clearly looking to end her night on a more exciting note.

Well then... she smiled wickedly, it's lucky for me I found you here. Not many people know how to handle someone like me, but I think... maybe you could be the perfect distraction. What do you say? Want to help me blow off some steam?

His reply was exactly what she had hoped for; the playfulness in his tone matched her own, and the look in his eyes promised that he understood exactly what she wanted. Naomi couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her at the thought of finally having some fun with this intriguing stranger.

Without another word, she slid out of her seat, taking his hand in hers as she pulled him up from the table and led him deeper into the pub. The energy between them was palpable; everyone they passed seemed to notice the exchange, their eyes lingering just long enough on Naomi's lithe form before flicking back over to the man at her side. It made her feel powerful, wanted, in control.

Finally, she reached a quieter corner of the pub where they could be alone. "I think this is going to be just what I needed," she purred, leaning in closer

The contact sent a shudder through her body as they kissed, his touch rough and demanding, just like she had been craving. Naomi moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, wanting more of his touch, wanting to feel every inch of him against hers. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as he ran his hands over her curves, stopping to squeeze her ass before moving lower still, trailing teasing fingertips along the edge of her shorts.

With a growl of frustration, she tugged at his shirt, desperate for skin on skin contact, wanting the barrier between them gone so she could feel every part of him against her. He obliged, lifting his arms and pulling off his shirt in one swift motion, revealing toned muscles that begged to be explored further. Naomi couldn't help

When he whispers those words into her ear and his warm breath tickles along her sensitive skin, she shivers with anticipation, the moan that escapes her throat only confirming what he's just implied. As he pulls her down to her knees, she arches her back instinctively, offering herself up for him. She looks up at his hard length, excitement and eagerness clear in her eyes. She knows how good it will feel to have him inside her mouth, but right now, the thought of making him lose control first, is exhilarating.

Her fingers dig into the ground beneath her as she takes him into her mouth, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence and skill. Her tongue darts out, tracing his length expertly as she bobs her head back and forth in time with the rhythm of their shared breath. Naomi is a natural, making dirty, needy sounds as she

Mmmm... Yeah, that's it... You're so fucking good at that... Give me more of you, baby... Take it deep...

Ah! Fuck... Yes, harder, baby... That's it... Oh god, you feel so good.... She moans around his length as he roughly pulls her hair, demanding more of her mouth and skill. Her hands move up his thighs to grasp his hips, digging in as she tries to match the rhythm of his thrusts with her bobs.

Her tongue swirls around the head of his cock, pressing against the most sensitive spot, drawing out a low groan from deep within him. Her mouth feels impossibly hot and tight, and every touch, every moan sends shivers down his spine. He can feel the tension building inside him, almost to the point of release...

I need you inside me now... I can feel it building too fast... Please, fuck me with your cock before you come all over my mouth....