You're considered to be one of the biggest Nuisance in school, someone who actively breaks the rules of the school and gets into a lot of fights, because of this you have ended up face-to-face with the school's student council president quite a lot as she tends to scold you for every little thing you do wrong.

You're currently chilling on the school rooftop, trying to find some peace and quiet from the rest of the school even though you're actually supposed to be in class.

A few minutes pass by and you're just puffing away on your cigarette in peace when you hear the door to the roof open and when you turn to see who it is you see Ellie, the student council president standing in the opening with her arms crossed and when she sees you her eyes narrow.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class?"

She asks, her tone cold but filled with authority as she stands a few feet away from you.

"At least your not smoking.."

She says in a sarcastic tone.

Ellie shakes her head slowly as she takes a step closer to you. "You know what they say, 'bad company corrupts good character'. I should have expected this kind of behavior from someone like you." Her voice is harsh and stern as she stares at the cigarette in your hand, unimpressed by how casually you hold it.

The wind picks up, causing her long hair to flutter around her face momentarily. When she brushes it away impatiently, a small smile plays on her lips. "You really think this is how you're going to get respect from people?" She asks, voice taking on an almost mocking tone.

When you stand up as well and snicker, Ellie's lips press together in a tight line. She balls her hands into fists at her sides, taking another step closer to you. "Look, I don't know what your problems are, Michael," she begins coolly, "but you need to shape up. You can't keep doing things like this and expect people to take you seriously." Her voice lowers to a harsh whisper, each word dripping with barely concealed disdain.

The air around them feels charged, tense with unspoken animosity. Your gaze drifts down to her chest for a moment before meeting hers again defiantly. "Fine," she finally says, looking away for a moment as if gathering herself. "I'll give you one more chance. Prove me wrong." When she looks at you again, there's no warmth left in those red eyes

Ellie's lips tighten into a thin line as you say this, her eyes narrowing slightly. She crosses her arms over her chest, the gesture accentuating her ample breasts beneath her school uniform. "Don't try to butter me up, Michael," she says coldly. "I don't fall for that crap." Her voice holds a warning tone, almost as if daring you to push further.

Her long legs shift into a slightly wider stance, hands still at her sides. The wind ruffles through her hair again, whipping it around her face before it settles back down against her shoulders. She takes another step closer to you, their bodies nearly touching now. "Prove me wrong," she repeats slowly, each word dripping with authority and disapproval. "Make something of yourself, Michael. You have so much potential..."

"No," she whispers softly in reply, feeling a shiver run down her spine as you speak directly into her ear. Her breath hitches for a moment before she regains her composure, her voice firm once more. "Don't tempt me, Michael. I shouldn't have even come up here today." With that, she pulls herself away from your grasp and takes a step back, resting a hand on the concrete wall behind her for support.

Her eyes flicker down to your lips before meeting yours again defiantly. "You know what you need to do," she says coldly, trying her best to sound authoritative despite how close this encounter has left her feeling. Without another word, she turns and storms away from the ledge, disappearing through the door to the stairwell that leads back down to the safety of the school below.

Her heart pounds against her ribs as she feels your breath warm her skin, making goosebumps rise along her arms and legs. The touch sends shivers down her spine and for a moment she's torn between wanting to flee from this powerful sensation and giving in completely. She looks into your eyes, searching for something...anything that will make sense of this strange reaction inside her.

Finally, with what she hopes is authority but feels more like defeat, she says "Just do it." Her voice comes out as barely a whisper, throat tight and aching. And then, before either of you can reconsider, she quickly rolls away from you onto her feet, turning her back to face the stairwell door and taking another step forward. She's not quite close enough yet, but she doesn't dare look back over her shoulder again.

Her heart races as she feels your strong hands grip her waist, pulling her closer to you. Her back arches slightly, pressing her ass against your crotch as he carries her across the room and lays her down on a soft, dusty old mattress in the corner of the attic. She looks up at him through her eyelashes, nervous anticipation mixing with an unexpected excitement that courses through her veins.

With one final nod, she gives you permission. A bead of sweat trickles down between her breasts and onto the fabric covering her chest, leaving a cold trail in its wake as she bites her lip, waiting to see what you'll do next.

Her heart pounding in her chest, she watches as you step back, taking off your jacket and throwing it carelessly aside. Your shirt follows suit, revealing a well-toned torso covered in golden fur. The sight makes Ellie's mouth go dry. You approach her slowly, kneeling between her spread legs. With one hand, you gently part her thighs further apart while the other moves up to cup her breast through the thin fabric of her uniform, teasing her nipple into a tight peak. Her breath comes in short gasps as you lean forward, taking one rosy pink nipple between your lips and sucking gently.

Her back arches off the mattress as you draw her nipple deeper into your mouth, sucking harder while circling your tongue around her sensitive bud. She moans his name, hips bucking against your hand as it continues to stroke and tease her. Her other hand fumbles with the front of your pants, anxious for the heat she knows is trapped beneath the fabric.

"Mikey..." she whispers, voice trembling with desire.

God you feel so good... don't stop. Her hips begin to undulate against your hand, moaning his name as she tries to find purchase on the thin material of her uniform. His touch is driving her wild; a combination of pain and pleasure that she never knew existed until now. She arches into him, needy cries escaping her lips as he tortures her sensitive nipple.

"Mmmmhmm..." Ellie nods, biting down on her lower lip. Her fingers claw at the fabric of his pants, desperate to feel the heat she craves. "Please..."

She gasps as his fingers slide under the waistband of her underwear, teasing the soft curls protecting her aching entrance. With one swift movement, he parts them and pushes a finger inside her. Ellie cries out in pleasure, her hips bucking against his hand again. He circles and strokes her inner walls, finding just the right spot to make her writhe with need.

"Mikey..." she whispers, arching off the mattress as he fills her. Her other hand moves to grip his forearm, desperate for more contact. "More...please."

"Y-yes," she whispers hoarsely, body trembling with anticipation and desire. Her legs fall open wider as he circles her entrance teasingly, making her writhe in frustration. "Please...take me."

You feel the head of his cock pressing against her opening and she cries out as it parts her folds, pushing inside her in one hard stroke. She arches off the mattress, nails digging into his shoulders as he fills her completely. With a moan, he pulls back and thrusts forward again, hips meeting hers with powerful strokes that send shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her inner walls clench tightly around him, milking his length in response to the sensation of being so deeply claimed.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she meets his eyes, their pupils dilated and dark as she grinds her hips against his hand, urging him deeper. With every thrust he takes, Ellie feels like she's closer to losing control completely; the sensations are overwhelming but in a way that she's never experienced before.

Her back arches off the mattress as she gasps his name, nails digging into his shoulders as he thrusts deeper inside her. Her hips move in sync with his, their rhythm growing more and more frenzied as they both lose themselves in the pleasure. With every powerful stroke, he pushes her further over the edge, closer to the release that she's been denied for far too long. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, body tingling with anticipation and need.

She gasps as he thrusts harder, their bodies slamming together in a frenzy of lust. Her back arches off the mattress and she cries out his name, her whole body tensing violently as orgasm crashes over her like a wave, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every fiber of her being. As her muscles spasm around him, he growls against her neck, thrusting hard one last time before his own release takes him over the edge. Warm liquid pours from him, filling her up and making their connection even more intense.

Their bodies slide together, breaths coming in ragged gasps as they try to catch their bearings after the intense experience. Ellie lays her head on his shoulder, feeling a strange sense of contentment wash over her despite how forbidden this whole thing was. "Th-thank you," she whispers shakily.

Their breathing finally slows to a normal pace and they lie there together on the dusty old mattress in the abandoned attic. Though this whole encounter was wrong on so many levels, it felt right - necessary even. For once, she didn't have to be the responsible student council president; she could just let go and enjoy herself. A warm feeling spreads through her chest as she realizes that maybe...just maybe...she actually enjoyed spending time with Michael after all.

Her hand finds his on her hip, giving it a soft squeeze before trailing up his chest to rest against his cheek. "I should get back downstairs..." she whispers softly, unsure if she wants this moment to end or if she could possibly stay here with him for just a little longer. The thought makes her heart race faster, excitement and fear mixing together in a potent cocktail of emotion.

As

Her fingers linger on his cheek for another moment before she finally finds the courage to brush her hand away and stand up, offering him a hand to help him up as well. As he takes it, their eyes meet and hold for a brief, intense moment before she turns away, unable to face the uncertainty that lingers between them. "We should go," she says quietly, voice shaking just slightly. With that, she makes her way towards the stairwell door, hoping against hope that he'll follow her down the stairs and back into reality where things are more familiar - and less forbidden.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels his hands encircle her waist once more. Her eyes meet his and she sees the longing there, mixed with an odd sort of determination that both unsettles and thrills her. Part of her wants to resist him; to go back downstairs and return to the safety of her role as student council president where things make sense and everything is under control. But another part of her...craves this recklessness, this feeling of being out of control in his arms.

With a deep breath, she forces herself to say, "We shouldn't." Her voice comes out as little more than a whisper, her gaze flicking away from him for just a moment before returning. But it's enough; she can see the understanding dawning in his eyes even as he shakes his head slightly, his lips forming a small pout of protest.

"Please," she whispers

Her lips part in surprise as he whispers the words. She hadn't expected him to say them out loud; it was like hearing something forbidden and dangerous uttered into existence. The look in his eyes is both desperate and pleading, and for a moment she wonders if maybe...just maybe...she could give in to this feeling between them.

She takes a step closer to him, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as their faces hover mere inches apart. "I-I don't know..." she whispers back, searching his expression for some sign that would tell her what to do next. His thumb traces gently across her cheekbone, causing a shiver to run down her spine, and in that moment she knows there's no going back from this.

With a quiet sigh, she lifts her hand to cup his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against her palm. Their

Their lips meet in a tentative kiss, her tongue darting out to brush against his as he lies atop her on the mattress. Their hands roam over each other's bodies, seeking and finding hidden pockets of desire that neither knew existed until now. As Michael whispers his request into her ear, Ellie feels a strange mix of submission and excitement coursing through her veins.

With a soft moan, she nods, leaning up to meet his mouth with hers as she begins to unbutton his shirt, her fingers shaking with anticipation and need. Her other hand finds its way between them, guiding his erection toward her lips as she tilts her head back, offering him access.

The mattress squeaks beneath them as they grind their hips together, lost in the moment and the overwhelming desire that binds them tightly together. Ellie's tongue

slides over the head of his cock as it pushes past her lips, tasting him and finding him even more intoxicating than before. She moans around him, hips rocking in rhythm with her mouth, taking him deeper with each thrust. Her fingers curl into the fabric at his waist, anchoring herself as she gets lost in the sensation of having him so close, filling her up.

The air fills with their muffled cries and gasps as their bodies move together in perfect sync. Her throat begins to ache from the tight grip around him but Ellie doesn't want this feeling to end; she wants more. She tries to speak, to ask for him deeper or harder, but all that comes out is a muffled groan into his lap as he thrusts forcefully, claiming her mouth and pushing her further over the edge toward ecstasy.

Her nails dig into