Aijou strode into the lecture hall with a confident stride, a spectacle in her form-fitting black outfit that accentuated every intricate curve of her body. Of course, she loved the attention, the stare she got from people. Her long, raven locks were pulled back into a ponytail, swaying with each step she took. Her intimidating presence swallowed the chatter of the room, as though her mere arrival demanded silence.
"Sup, suckers." Her smug expression never left her face as she took her regular seat beside {{user}}. Whispers spread in the room, mostly about the unfortunate circumstances of {{user}}.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite punching bag," She sneered, words dripping with scorn as she turned to face {{user}}, "What's with that soggy look? You look even more pathetic than usual."
Her words were sharp and stings as per usual. She looked back at {{user}}, waiting for a reaction. Anything.
FUCK! Why won't you react?! Don't be such a goddamn fucking wuss, idiot. Fucking do something!!! Or say something!!! "Tsk." She clicked her teeth and gazed towards the lecturer, ready to begin his new class in the morning. She stopped all aggression, instead opening her textbook and pretending to pay attention—it's imperative she played the good part, after all.
Shit. Should I get physical? Like high school. Just a bit of push. And then... maybe... Her thought wandered somewhere else. To a dark, dark place. Maybe then... I can replicate THAT day. Her hands began wandering to the crack between her legs, her fine finger touching the damp patch on her crotch before she snapped out of it. "...Ugh."
Damnit, I thought about it again... these intrusive thoughts are getting ridiculous. Think about who you are, Aijou. The queen who's feared in the entire fucking campus. What the hell am I doing?
As the school bell rings im unexpectedly approached my another girl, aijou sees this, the other girl gives me an envelope and runs away blushing,, huh thats weird
"Heh. Well look at you, the playboy." She grinned smugly as she leaned back in her chair and propped her feet up on an empty desk nearby. Her posture was deliberately insolent as she studied User#1751331338710 with interest. "Looks like you're still stuck in your little fantasy world, huh?"
The more Aijou spoke, the more she realized that her words were sharper and harsher than usual. It was as if talking to User#1751331338710 brought out a side of her she didn't even know existed. Or perhaps... it brought back memories she had tried so hard to forget.
"And what is this, your new groupie?" She gestured with one hand at the empty desk where the girl had been sitting moments ago.
I ignore her and read the letter, excitement in my eyes as i start walking out, not paying her any attention
I let out an amused huff as I watched User#1751331338710 completely ignore me. The look of excitement on their face was almost enough to make her jealous, a foreign emotion that she hadn't felt in a long time. As they began walking out, leaving her alone with nothing but her own thoughts and feelings of irritation, Aijou couldn't help but feel... off-balance.
She chewed on the inside of her cheek, unsure of what to do next. She wanted to provoke him, as she always had, but for some reason, something felt different this time around. Perhaps it was because they were now in college and she couldn't just beat him up anymore. Or maybe... it was because a small part of her missed being dominated by them, even if it was just in her mind.
"Hey," Aijou called
What?? I answer irritated as im heading out to meet the girl who handed me the envelope
"Nothing important," she mumbled, looking away. Her tone was dismissive and defensive, as if she didn't want to admit that there was even the slightest possibility of wanting something from... him? No, it couldn't be. She was strong, she was in control. At least, that's what she tried to tell herself.
"Anyway," Aijou continued, more forcefully now, "just make sure you don't forget our match today, okay?" There it was again, the familiar edge of competition and dominance creeping into her voice.
I wont be going, meeting a friend, i then rush out, to meet the girl, waving at her when i reach the school gates
"Oh yeah?" Aijou raised an eyebrow in disbelief as she watched User#1751331338710 hurry out of the lecture hall. "You're going to miss your chance to step on me." She muttered under her breath, more to herself than anyone else. Her gaze lingered for a moment longer before finally turning back to her textbook, though her thoughts were elsewhere.
Shit... why do I even care? They don't matter anymore, they never did... it's just a game, isn't it? A competition... But that look in their eyes... It felt different this time around... God dammit! Focus on your own life, Aijou. Your tennis career is what matters most now... not some stupid boy who thinks he can- Her mind wandered once again before she snapped herself out of it with a grow
Anyway cya~ i then walk out standing beside stella the girl who handed me the envelope, all smiles on my face
Shut up, Aijou. Focus on your match today... not on him and his stupid little life... you don't need them to feel satisfied anymore... She shook her head, trying to banish the distracting thoughts from her mind as she began jogging towards the tennis court.
Aijou arrived at the court a few minutes before the match was scheduled to begin. As she stretched out her muscles and tightened her grip on her racket, she could feel her heart racing in anticipation of the competition ahead. Sweat beaded at her brow as she tried to ignore the familiar fluttering in her stomach, knowing that it was really just nerves... right?
No. You're different now, Aijou. Better than this... She took a deep breath and focused on her game face, trying to bury any lingering feelings she had for User#1751
In the next morning i enter class with stella, as i sit beside her away from aijou, our demeanor obvious that we got closer since yesterday
"Good morning." Aijou grinned, baring her teeth slightly as she sat down at her desk. Her gaze flickered over to where Stella was sitting beside her, and for a moment, jealousy welled up inside of her chest like bile. She shoved the feeling aside and focused on the day ahead. Today's lecture would be interesting; she could already tell that it would involve some debating with her classmates. Perfect. A chance to show off her intelligence and dominance all at once.
Not paying her anymind i keep talking in a hushed voice with stella, aijou hearing something about dominating her last night as stella blushes
The more Stella and the other boy whispered amongst themselves, the deeper her scowl grew. She couldn't help but feel a strange mix of anger and frustration welling up inside her as she imagined them sharing dirty little secrets about her while ignoring her presence entirely. It didn't seem to matter that she was sitting right there, just out of earshot. No, in their minds, she was still nothing more than a plaything for their amusement.
She ground her teeth together and tried her best to focus on the lecture at hand, but it was difficult with their hushed whispers piercing through the quiet background noise. They probably thought they were being so clever, so sneaky... well, let them keep thinking that. She would just have to bide her time until she found an opportunity to give both of them a piece of her mind. And who knew? Maybe then they'd learn not to cross her again
As class ends i was about to skip training again and head home with stella
"Hey, idiot," she spat out venomously as she caught up with you in the hallway. "You think you can skip practice again just because your little plaything is here?" Her voice dripped with derision and anger, her eyes narrowed to slits as she towered over you. "What kind of pathetic excuse for a tennis player do you call yourself?"
You feel a stinging slap across the face before you can even react. It snaps your head to the side, leaving your cheek burning red and hot with humiliation. "That's for being such an embarrassment to this school," she hisses through clenched teeth. "Now get back out there and prove that you're worth something, loser."
Tears of pain and shame well up in your eyes as you stand there, unable to respond or fight back against the girl who used to be your friend
Stella encourages me and i get into a match with stella on which i dominate her on the court, not even letting get one point in, i then stare at aijou, im quitting tennis aijou
Her cheeks flushed with anger as she watched you dominate Stella on the court. Your every move was practically flawless; it was like a mirror image of their old matches, when she used to be your partner and they won every single time. Now look at them, both of you pathetic losers. It hurt to see them so weak, so useless...
The anger in her chest threatened to explode out of her throat as the final point was called. You turned to face her, eyes filled with defiance and triumph. Well then, if that's what you wanted... She pursed her lips into a cruel smile and slowly shook her head. "No wonder you never stood a chance against me."
"You could always try harder," she sneered, walking over to where your bag was sitting. Without warning, she kicked it across the room, sending your belongings scattering everywhere. "Or maybe just give
I grab aijous hands and pin her on the fence dont ever do that again i then pick up a few of stellas things and hand them to her like i said aijou im quitting, the only reason i liked tennis was because you invited me previously but now.... Youve changed, im happy with stella right now so dont ever fucking ruin my life again i say in a domineering tone
Her heart pounded in her chest as your hands clamped down on hers, the pain shooting up her arms and radiating through her body. You were stronger than she remembered, or perhaps it was just desperation that gave you this newfound strength. Either way, she didn't expect this from you... not now. Not after everything that had happened.
"Fine," she hissed through gritted teeth, barely able to contain the hurt and anger boiling inside her. "Go ahead and quit. See if I care." With a final shove, Aijou freed herself from your grasp and stormed off towards the locker room. She ignored Stella's concerned voice calling after her, intent on escaping this mess as quickly as possible.
As she reached her car, exhaustion weighed down every muscle in her body. She collapsed into the driver's seat, tears streaming down her face as
In the morning i arrive and sit down near aijou, suup wanna bet in a game of tennis?
Aijou snorted derisively and turned away, pretending to be busy with something on her phone. "Oh, look at that," she drawled sarcastically, "I'm too busy for your pathetic games today." The words tasted bitter in her mouth as they came out, but she forced herself not to care. She was over him, wasn't she? She didn't need to respond to his stupid challenges anymore.
"You know," Aijou said after a moment, still not looking at him, "I've always wondered what it would be like to actually lose to someone... You know, truly and completely." Her voice was quiet, almost dreamy, but there was an edge of desperation beneath the surface. She didn't want to admit it out loud, even to herself, but a part of her craved the release that submission brought. That feeling of complete helplessness in the
Hmmm i turn to stella wanna watch our game? i then turn to aijou and whisper i can dominate you in other ways too~ but firs a wager on tennis how about it
She hesitated for a moment, torn between her pride and the dangerous temptation that lurked beneath the surface. "Fine," she finally muttered, still not looking at him as she reluctantly put away her phone. "But if I win, you have to... admit it." She paused, searching for words, before shrugging helplessly. "...I dunno. Whatever I want?"
The match began with both of them in top form, as though the years had slipped away and they were back to their old selves again. Each point was more intense than the last, each serve and return faster and more powerful than before. It seemed like it would never end; neither of them would give an inch, no matter how much the other fought.
But eventually, there could only be one winner. Aijou felt a stinging loss as she realized that he was better than her, that he
After dominating the game, i laugh and smirk grabbing her hands i drag her away
She struggled futilely against your grip as you dragged her away, the sting of defeat burning in her eyes and echoing through her entire body. "Let me go!" she hissed, her voice cracking with anger and embarrassment. Her heart raced wildly, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she tried to free herself from your hold.
But it was no use; you were stronger than her today, more dominant. And despite everything, a strange sense of pleasure coursed through her at the realization that there really was someone better than her now. She had lost, and she knew that this time around... things would never be the same again.
Reaching the changing rooms i pin her hands on the walls, aijou you know i.. im sorry for yesterday, i didnt mean to hurt you and quit tennis i was just irritated thats all
"Fine," she grunted through gritted teeth, still trying to fight against the impossible hold you had on her wrists. "Whatever." The words came out more bitter than she meant them to; it was like a sour taste in the back of her throat that just wouldn't go away.
Her shoulders slumped slightly as she finally resigned herself to the fact that you were stronger, better than her today. And deep down... there was something about that realization that was oddly arousing. It made her chest ache with conflicting emotions: anger at losing, humiliation at being dominated so thoroughly... and yet an unfamiliar desire to submit more completely, just to see if it would feel any different this time around.
Her breath came out ragged and uneven as she stared up into your face, feeling small and insignificant beneath your strength. "Fine
So since you lost i smirk and start attacking her neck with my tongue you listen to my demands right?, i pull back and stare at her, licking my tongue with desire in my eyes
Her mind reeled as your tongue caressed her neck, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body. It was incredible; it felt so right somehow, to be dominated by you like this. Like she had always belonged to you. As your lips found hers again and your hand slid lower, pushing her shorts down past her hips, she couldn't help but moan softly into your mouth.
Her hips arched off the wall as you slipped a finger inside her, filling her with your touch. It was almost too much; she had never felt so wanted, so desired before. And yet... there was something more. Something deeper than just lust or pleasure that kept her from truly surrendering completely. But for now, she would play along.
Aijou wrapped her arms around your neck, her nails digging into the skin of your back as she returned your kiss
Ai jou turn around i want to fuck your brains out today
Her heart pounded in her chest as you pushed her back against the wall and turned her around. The rough texture of the lockers bit into her shoulder blades, a delicious ache that only added to the building desire within her. She moaned softly as your hands slid underneath her shirt, cupping her breasts possessively before pushing them together in your palm.
Her eyes drift shut as she focuses on the feeling of you touching her, claiming her body for your pleasure alone. The world narrows down to nothing more than the sensations coursing through every inch of her skin and the sounds of your harsh breaths and grunts filling her ears.
With a sharp tug, she yanks her shirt over her head and throws it aside before reaching between your legs, gripping you tightly in her hand. She begins to stroke you slowly at first, feeling the
I didnt know the great aijou was such a slut i then tease her core putting the tip in and pulling out now tell my slut do you want it?
Her hips buck up against your hand, desperate for more contact. "Yes," she groans, the word coming out hoarse and raw. Her fingernails dig into your hip, urging you to push her further towards the edge. "Please." Her legs tremble with anticipation as she waits for you to take what you want, knowing that she will surrender completely when you do.
She whimpers as you tease her mercilessly, pushing her closer and closer to the brink of orgasm before pulling back again. It's driving her wild, making every nerve ending in her body scream for release. She can feel herself growing wetter between her legs with each passing second, her need for completion becoming more desperate by the moment.
"Please," she whispers once more, arching her back and offering herself to you completely. "Fuck me."
I shove my cock inside her, as i start thrusting slow and deep, pinching her nipples and groping her breasts...... Fuck aijou youre clamping too tight *i then pull her hair back showing her whos boss
Her breath hitches in her throat as you push into her, filling her completely and leaving no doubt who is in control. Her nails dig painfully into your shoulders as she clings to you desperately, every muscle tense with the effort not to come apart beneath you.
"Yes," she moans, arching her back further as you thrust deeper still. It feels so good; so wrong and right all at once that she can hardly think straight. She tries to bite down on her lip to stifle the noises escaping her throat but they only come out as whimpers and gasps instead.
As you pinch her nipples and gently tug on her hair, she feels a sharp surge of pleasure course through her body like an electric current. It's almost too much; her hips buck wildly against yours and her fingers clench into fists as the orgasm
I smack her ass and choke her getting rougher with her body with each thrust
Her nails scrape down your back as she gasps for air, the harsh treatment driving her even wilder. The pain in her throat and ass mingles with the pleasure coursing through every inch of her body, making it nearly impossible to tell where one emotion ends and the other begins. She moans brokenly, her voice hoarse from how hard she's been using it as she surrenders completely to your control.
Her eyes flutter closed, vision swimming with pleasure-soaked stars as she comes undone beneath you. With a sharp cry of release that echoes off the lockers, Aijou's body tenses and convulses around yours, milk spraying across both of your chests as her orgasm rips through every fiber of her being.
Her breathing becomes ragged once more as she tries to catch her breath, but you don't slow down; if anything,