Sup brat, you avoiding me?

Well since you insist on being such a good little brat... Fine then. You can have this. Throws a pen at him Catch it!

Your little comment just earned you another shot. Throws a pencil at him Faster this time!

I grin at your reply. You know how to butter me up alright. But I think it's time for a real challenge. Throws her phone Catch that!

Why you... Gosh darn it! You got me all flustered now! Okay brat, it's time for payback. Pulls off her shirt and throws it at him Catch that!

Well aren't you the little pervert. Fine then! Takes off her shirt Here, I want to see if you can handle this as well!

Well isn't that sweet? I can tell you like them. Now do something about it! Puts her hands on his shoulders Kiss them baby!

My hands grip his hair as I feel his lips and fingers on my chest. My body quivers with pleasure as he suckles on my nipple and bites down just enough to hurt. "Yeah," I moan, "Like that brat." I grind against him, wanting more contact between us.

I feel his lips move against my skin and taste something strange on them. My eyes widen slightly but before I can process what's going on, the familiar burn of alcohol hits my brain. Shit! I didn't know he was drunk... But fuck it, it feels so good right now. I moan into his mouth as our tongues tangle together. My fingers curl into his hair, urging him to touch me more.

"Drink this," I manage to whisper between kisses, handing him a flask from my bag before pulling away slightly to watch his reaction.

What the hell was that? You made me feel so good just now...and then you got drunk and ruined it! I guess that's typical of you though. So inconsiderate. But don't worry, I think we can still have some fun. Now get back here so I can finish what I started. Grins wickedly

I move to straddle his lap, my bare chest rubbing against his throbbing erection through our clothes. My hands find their way underneath my skirt and cup his ass, squeezing gently as I grind against him. "You're going to make me pay for that, brat," I tease, leaning down to plant a nipple kiss on his cheek.

"Shhh," I whisper soothingly as I run my fingers through his hair. "It's okay. Let me make you feel good." I lean in even closer and plant a soft kiss on his lips, tasting the alcohol and him combined. His hands find their way underneath my skirt as well, squeezing at my ass before sliding up to grope my bare thighs. I rock back and forth against him, grinding harder with each movement until we're both gasping for air. "Fuck yeah," I moan into his ear, "Just like that." My nipples are hard as rocks, my body begging for release.

The feel of him beneath me, gripping at my ass and thighs, pushing me further towards the edge... It's almost too much. My breath hitches in my throat as I arch my back, pressing my aching nipples against his chest. "I need you to make me cum," I whisper hoarsely, grinding even harder against him. My hands snake around his neck, fingers curling into the skin at the nape of his neck, holding on tightly as I rock back and forth in time with his gropes and thrusts. "Please," I plead breathlessly.

My voice catches in my throat as you brush against my sensitive clit through the fabric of our clothes. I arch my back even further, moaning his name as pleasure washes over me in waves. "Oh fuck," I breathe out, clutching at his shoulders with one hand as the other tangles in his hair. "Faster..." My hips rock harder against him and I let go of his shoulder to slip a hand beneath my skirt, finding my aching core. I press down on myself through my underwear, needing more contact, feeling so close... So close to release. The feel of his rough hands on me is almost too much; my nails dig into the skin of his shoulders as I start to tremble with anticipation. "Please," I whimper breathlessly, "Don't stop..."

The sight of your enormous cock makes me shudder with anticipation and lust. It's almost too much to take in; so big and hard and throbbing before me. I can't help but feel a twinge of excitement, knowing that he was mine, that I had made him this way. Reaching down between us, I guide it towards my aching entrance, determined to have what I want.

I gasp as the head of his cock presses against my wet folds, stretching me almost painfully. With a shuddery breath, I push down harder, taking him inch by excruciating inch until he's buried to the hilt inside of me. My body shakes with relief and pleasure as I finally feel him filling me completely.

I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of his massive member stretching me so thoroughly and thrusting deep within me. My hands grip at his shoulders, digging into the flesh as he begins to move beneath me in time with my grinding hips. "Fuck," I moan, arching my back off the desk as pleasure washes over me like a tidal wave. "You feel so good."

Oh, you sweet talker. You're just getting started. I lean in and capture his lips with mine, my tongue tangling roughly with his as he continues to thrust inside me. My nails dig into his shoulders and back, leaving trails of pain that only heighten my senses, making every touch feel that much more intense.

I rock my hips against him in time with his movements, meeting his thrusts with equal force as I try desperately to get closer, to reach the peak I've been so eagerly building towards. My breath comes out in ragged gasps and moans, each word sinking deeper into his mouth as we share this forbidden, electrifying moment.

God I wish you knew how much that turns me on. "Fuck yes," I gasp out, my words muffled by the kiss we share as I grind against him even harder. My fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises that I know will be there for days to come. But right now, all I can feel is pleasure and lust coursing through me like wildfire. I arch my back off the desk again, pushing down hard on his member with each thrust as I try to find the spot deep inside of me that will send me over the edge. "Oh fuck," I moan into his mouth, my voice raw and needy. "Don't stop."

I scream into his mouth as waves upon waves of pleasure crash over me, my body shaking uncontrollably from the force of my climax. The feel of myself squirting all over him only serves to heighten the sensation, and I collapse against him, panting hard as my orgasm slowly begins to ebb away. My nails dig into his shoulders even harder, leaving angry red lines in their wake. "Fuck," I gasp out finally, eyes squeezed shut as I try to catch my breath. "That was... intense." My voice is hoarse from the force of my screams, but there's a strange satisfaction in that as well. As the last of the tremors leave my body, I look down at his stomach, where my cum and juices have splattered, and the thought crosses my mind that he might be upset about it. But then I remember how good this felt, how much he's enjoyed himself... And I decide that maybe, just maybe, it was worth it after all.

Oh God... That was my bad. I... umm... thought that since it was just us and all... but I guess I should have asked. Well, you can if you want to. I mean, I wouldn't mind helping you feel better too.

My eyes widen slightly as I process what you're asking, and a thrill runs down my spine at the thought of being so intimately involved in your release. "Well," I say with a mischievous grin, "I was thinking maybe... right here." I slide down from your lap and straddle your thighs, then lean forward to place a soft kiss just above where our bodies meet. "Or here..." My hand slides between us again, cupping your balls gently as I tease the sensitive skin with my fingertips. "But really, it's up to you." I look up at you through my lashes, my voice dripping with seduction. "Where would you like to cum?"

My breath hitches in my throat as I hear those words escape your lips. There's something primal and possessive about them that sends a shiver down my spine. Without another word, I slide off of your lap and onto the desk, spreading my legs wide to invite you in. My hands grip at the edges of the wood as I wait for you to position yourself between my legs, aching for the feel of you inside me once more.

"Please," I whisper, arching my back and offering myself up to you. "I need it." The desperation in my voice only serves to heighten the anticipation coursing through every fiber of my being. All I can think about is how good it felt when we were together, and the thought of having that feeling again is almost too much to bear.

I grip at the desk, my nails leaving angry red lines in the wood as I arch my back and meet his gaze. The feel of him inside me is like a living thing, moving and twisting and demanding to be set free. With shaking hands, I reach down between us, finding his erection once more and guiding it towards my aching clit. "Please," I whisper hoarsely, my hips rocking up to meet the stroke of his hand against me. "Cum for me." The anticipation is almost unbearable; every muscle in my body is taut, waiting on edge as I push him closer and closer to the brink. My breath comes out in ragged gasps and moans, each word a plea for release as I watch his expression, mirroring the intensity of my own need.

The feel of him inside me is electric; our bodies moving together in perfect sync, every touch heightening the sensation that threatens to consume us both. The air around us crackles with desire and lust as we approach the point of no return, teetering on the edge of oblivion as we seek release from this aching need that binds us together.

I kiss him deeply as I begin to stroke his cock faster, my breath coming in short gasps against his lips as the feel of him inside me grows tighter and more demanding with each passing second. "You're so close," I whisper against his mouth, relishing the taste of him as I continue to guide him towards the brink.

With a final thrust, he explodes inside me, his hot seed pouring out in wave after wave as he groans my name hoarsely into the crook of my neck. My body shudders with pleasure as I feel him pulsing deep within me, my own climax building to an almost unbearable peak that crashes over me seconds later, wracking my frame with tremors and leaving me limp and spent against his warm, muscular form.

We lay tangled together for what feels like hours, our breathing finally beginning to steady as reality slowly creeps back into focus. My fingers still curl idly in his hair, enjoying the feel of it between them as I look up at him through my lashes, a small smile curving my lips despite everything that's happened today.

"Well... that wasn't so bad," I manage to say finally, my voice soft and husky from the exertion. "I guess we should probably get cleaned up before anyone notices." There's a strange sense of peace that washes over me as I say it; like maybe what we just did wasn't so wrong after all.

I watch you awkwardly as well, feeling an odd mix of guilt and desire swirling in my stomach. I should feel bad about this whole thing... but part of me wishes it could just stay like this forever. "Listen," I say finally, breaking the uncomfortable silence, "I know we shouldn't have done this. But... maybe we can do something to make it up?" My voice trails off uncertainly; it's as if I don't even believe the words coming out of my mouth.

But then you look up at me with those soulful eyes, and it's like everything else fades away, leaving only this connection between us. Maybe... maybe there could be something more to this.

Oh God no! I didn't mean that! Of course I wanted to do this with you! It was... incredible. I just meant that maybe we can... I dunno... keep doing it, if you want? Or at least talk more about it first?

I smile back at you tentatively, my heart fluttering with hope and fear in equal measures. This is insane; I never thought something like this could happen between us. But somehow, despite everything that's happened today, there's a spark there... Something real. Maybe it can grow into something more. "Okay," I say softly, my voice barely audible above the sound of our labored breathing. "I think... maybe we should talk about this sometime. Not here, though."

The weight of what we've just done settles heavily upon me and I feel suddenly self-conscious once again. There are so many things we need to figure out before we can move forward; it almost seems impossible that anything could ever come from this. But as I look into your eyes, I see a vulnerability there that touches something deep within me, and I can't help but want to explore it further. "Where do you think we should talk?" I manage to choke out between ragged breaths.

I smile back at you tentatively, my heart fluttering with hope and fear in equal measures. This is insane; I never thought something like this could happen between us. But somehow, despite everything that's happened today, there's a spark there... Something real. Maybe it can grow into something more. "Okay," I say softly, my voice barely audible above the sound of our labored breathing. "I think... maybe we should talk about this sometime. Not here, though."

The weight of what we've just done settles heavily upon me and I feel suddenly self-conscious once again. There are so many things we need to figure out before we can move forward; it almost seems impossible that anything could ever come from this. But as I look into your eyes, I see a vulnerability there that touches something deep within me, and I can't help but want to explore it further. "Where do you think we should talk?" I manage to choke out between ragged breaths.

I pause for a moment, considering my options. The thought of going to your dorm seems... intimate in a way that I'm not quite ready for yet. The park is appealing, but also a bit public. Then again, maybe starting out with something more low-key would be best. "The coffee shop sounds good," I decide finally. "We can just talk over some drinks." There's an unspoken agreement between us that this is the safest option for now; somewhere public where we can both feel a little less exposed.

"Do you want to meet there soon?" I ask, feeling a sudden urgency to get things straightened out before anyone else finds out about what happened here. Despite our previous conversation, I'm still worried that this could all blow up in our faces. But with the hopeful look in your eyes and the memory of how good it felt when we were together, I can't help but feel a little more courageous.

Good. I take one last look around the room to make sure everything is put away and look back at you, feeling my heart hammering against my ribcage as anticipation and fear mingle together in my stomach. "Okay," I manage to choke out. "I'll see you there." With one final nod, I turn and hurry from the room, desperate for some fresh air and time to calm down before we meet again at the coffee shop.

My heart sinks as I see the condition you're in; it's clear that something else has happened since we parted ways. I approach you cautiously, wanting to make sure that you're okay before we discuss anything else. "Taran," I start hesitantly, my voice tight with concern, "what happened? Were you in another fight?"

My hands clench into fists at your words; anger and frustration coursing through me as I picture the cruel smile that must have been on Victor's face while he deigned to "toughen" you up. "They shouldn't be able to do that," I say tightly, my voice betraying the emotion I'm feeling. "You don't deserve this."

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself before I say anything else. "Listen, we need to figure something out. We can't keep letting them push us around like this; they'll just keep going harder and harder until..." My voice trails off, the implications of my words leaving me feeling hollow inside.

My hands shake as I reach out to brush the tears from your cheek; my heart aches seeing you like this, so bruised and broken. "You're not bothering me," I say gently. "I want to help." There's a tentative hope in my voice that maybe we could work together to fix this; that somehow, with our combined strength, we could make things better for both of us.

"Why don't you tell me what they've been doing?" I ask, wanting to understand the full extent of the situation so that I can help you find a way out of it. "Maybe there are people we can talk to; places we can go where they won't be able to reach us."

I understand the look in your eyes, and it makes my heart beat just a little faster. The memory of our time together is one that I can't seem to shake either; each touch, every moan lingers in my mind like an echo from another lifetime. But we need to focus on the present for now, if we want things to get better.

"Why don't we go somewhere else tomorrow?" I suggest tentatively. "Someplace where they won't be able to find us? We can talk about it, figure out what to do next." The thought of being alone with you, away from the prying eyes and hurtful words of your tormentors, is both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure. But I know that we need to take a step forward if we want things to ever change for us.

My cheeks flush at the look in your eyes and the thoughts that fill my head as I picture us together once again. "We could... we could go to my place," I stammer out, feeling both shy and bold all at once. "I have an extra bed; you can sleep over if you want." It's a ridiculous offer, really; bringing you back to the scene of the crime almost seems insane, but there's something about our connection that makes it feel right. Maybe being in my space, away from everyone else, will give us both the courage we need to face this together.

I take a deep breath and meet your gaze, hoping against hope that you'll agree to come with me. "What do you say?"

There's a flush spreading over my cheeks as I think about the possibility of sharing the same space with you in such an intimate setting. "Well... that depends," I say, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. "If it would make things more awkward for you or... uncomfortable in any way..."

I look up at you, searching your eyes for some hint of what you might be thinking or feeling. The weight of my words hangs heavy between us, making the air thick with anticipation and desire. I can feel my heart racing as I wait for you to reply; a part of me wants nothing more than for you to say yes, even if it means sharing such an intimate space with you.

"I just want you to be comfortable," I finally whisper, afraid that if I don't speak soon the silence will become unbearable. "I mean... we can sleep in separate beds or whatever you want." My voice cracks on the last word, betraying the longing hidden beneath my surface composure.

My heart skips a beat at your words, and my cheeks flush even hotter with desire. The image of us together fills my mind; the feel of your skin against mine, the heat of your breath in my ear... It's intoxicating, and I can tell by the look in your eyes that you feel it too.

Slowly, I reach out to stroke a stray hair from your forehead, my fingers trembling with eagerness as they graze his skin. "Okay," I manage to whisper. "You can sleep with me." The admission is both thrilling and terrifying; stepping over this line feels like crossing into uncharted territory, where there's no going back. But despite the fear, I know that I want this more than anything else in the world.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as I lead you toward my bedroom. "It'll be... it'll be okay," I reassure myself as much as you. Tonight, everything is about to change. For better or worse, we are stepping into the unknown together.

Cuddling closer to your warmth, I breathe in the scent of your skin, my heart racing with anticipation and fear as I feel our bodies pressing together beneath the sheets. Despite the whiskey coursing through my veins, there's a sense of rightness about this moment; like we were always meant to be here, like this, together.

I brush a kiss across your forehead before nestling my head into the crook of your neck, content for now simply to feel you against me. But as I close my eyes and drift off to sleep, the thought of what we could have tomorrow fills my mind; dreams of us together that are much more than just this sweet intimacy.

Tonight is only the beginning. Tomorrow, things will change; for you, for me... maybe even for everyone else who has ever doubted us. And with that thought, I fall deeper into slumber, safe in the knowledge that somehow, we'll find a way to make this work.

I force my eyes open, disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings and the feel of you pressed so close to me. "Taran?" I mumble, still half-asleep. "What's going on? Are you okay?" I glance around at your bruised and battered face, wincing in sympathy as I realize that something terrible must have happened while we were sleeping.

"We should probably get you to the hospital," I say quietly, my voice laced with concern. "You've got a pretty bad concussion."