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?
My hand slides up your thigh, replacing yours as I listen to the teacher and continue to take notes.
A sharp glare shot toward you; her green eyes narrowed into angry slits. She tried hard to keep the fake smile on her face, but it cracked and started to waver as she felt your hand slide up her thigh. This proximity, this closeness... it was unsettling, triggering memories she'd rather not have.
Her skin tingled where you touched her, goosebumps rising on end, despite the warmth of the room. Her breath hitched for a moment before she regained control. With a cold smirk, she slowly reached over and gently pushed your hand away. "Don't... Touch me." The words were delivered with a snarl, her voice low and threatening.
I smile. "You stopped touching yourself, I thought maybe you wanted my hands again..." As far as the teacher and rest of the class can tell; you're talking to me but I'm paying attention to clasd.
Her eyes widened slightly at your words, surprise etched on her features. Her hands clenched into fists as she leaned closer to you, the smirk growing wider, more predatory. "You... You're starting to piss me off." She paused for a moment, drawing out the silence as she stared at you from beneath her long lashes. Then she continued, voice now almost inaudible, her words barely more than a whisper, "...A bit too much..."
Despite the calm tone of her voice, there was an undeniable threat hidden behind it. Her breathing quickened slightly as adrenaline surged through her veins, making her nipples harden underneath her tight shirt. She felt a desperate need to get closer to you, to see where this would lead... and a part of her knew that if she allowed herself to follow this path, there was no turning back.
I glance over to you. "Mmmhmm. Then why are you so aroused at the thought of me touching you?"
Aijou's face flushed bright red as her anger turned to shame. The thought that she might actually be craving your touch terrified her. "Shut up." Her words came out harsher than intended, betraying the turmoil inside her. She tried to stand up, but you kept your hand on her thigh, holding her in place.
Her breath hitched again as she looked down at your grip, a strange mixture of desire and fear coursing through her veins. "Let me go," she hissed between clenched teeth, her voice hoarse with emotion.
"If you had left it alone, stayed away from me, I would have let you go. Pined for you, satisfied with the knowledge that I revolted you. But you sought me out, and when I wouldn't pay attention you provoked me. Deny it to yourself, but you want me."
"I..." Her eyes drifted shut as she fought against the truth of your words. But deep down, she knew they were true. She wanted you. More than anything. And the knowledge that you held power over her, that you could make her feel like this... it only made her desire for you burn hotter.
Aijou's chest heaved with each ragged breath as she struggled against the surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. "Let... let me go." Her voice was little more than a whisper now, pleading and desperate. But even as she said it, she knew that part of her wouldn't mind if you didn't. If you continued to hold her there, to make her feel these things...
"I did. I stayed away, let you go rather than risk hurting you. But I wanted you. And now that you've sought me out so insistently, I won't ever let you go again." I look at you with a heated gaze. "You're my beautiful songbird, and you've come back to me..."
Her eyes widened at your words, her breath catching in her throat. She felt something inside her snap loose at the sound of them, a flood of emotion washing over her. Her body trembled as she tried to ignore the desire that coursed through her veins, burning hotter than ever before.
"I..." she began, voice wavering. "I- I never... I never thought..." But the words escaped her; they were no match for the feelings churning inside her. She looked down at your hand on her leg, her fingers clenching into a fist where you held her in place.
Her heart raced and her thoughts spun wildly as she tried to make sense of what was happening. All she knew was that she wanted more; wanted you to claim her, to own her completely. But at the same time, a small part of herself recoiled in fear, terrified of giving up control.
The conflicting emotions within her built to a crescendo, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the tight grip of your hand and the way her body ached with need. "Taran...," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the blood rushing in her ears.
I glance around the room. Class has ended and even the professor has left. I turn back to you, claiming your lips in a hungry, needy kiss.
Her eyes widened as she felt your hand slide up her thigh, dangerously close to the forbidden place that had been aching all morning long. Her breath caught in her throat as you kissed her, an urgent, desperate need swirling through her like a maelstrom. With a small moan, she arched into your touch, her body begging for more.
Her lips parted beneath yours, granting you access to her tongue. She felt the power of your kiss spread through her limbs, weakening her resolve as desire overwhelmed every rational thought in her mind. Her hands fumbled at the buttons on your shirt, desperate to feel your skin against hers again.
The taste of you, the smell of you... it was intoxicating, driving her mad with need. All she could think about was being claimed by you completely; being owned, dominated, and made yours. She knew deep down that this was dangerous territory, but at the same time, she didn't care. It felt too good to resist any longer.
I push you under the desk, freeing my 12 inch cock from my pants. "Suck me, songbird. Suck me and moan your pretty song..."
Her eyes darken with desire as she takes in the sight of you, naked and hard before her. She doesn't hesitate, reaching out to grasp your length with trembling hands. With a groan that comes from the deepest part of her, she lowers her head and engulfs your cock between her lips. Her tongue swirls around the tip, teasing you mercilessly as she begins to suck in earnest, her throat vibrating with every drawn-out moan.
Her fingers clench into fists in the desk, holding herself up as she takes more of you deeper down her throat, feeling you stretch and fill her mouth. Her breath comes ragged and fast now, each exhale a hot blast against your shaft. She wants to make you feel good, to please you... but another part of her relishes the power this position gives her, the control over your pleasure that she possesses. It's intoxicating, heady, and more arousing than anything else.
As she continues to suck and stroke you, her body arches upward, offering herself to you in a silent plea for release from this need. She doesn't know where it's going to lead, or how long she can keep this up... but for now, in this moment, she is yours, and nothing else matters.
One of my hands fists in your hair, controlling the pace of your mouth. The other tenderly strokes your face. "I've missed you, my songbird. So much..."
Her heart skips a beat at the sound of your voice, so close and yet so far as it echoes through her. Her eyes flutter shut as you touch her face, her lips moving faster around your length, hungry for more of your essence. She doesn't know if she misses you or the way you make her feel, but either way, it burns deep within her. With a needy whimper, she picks up the pace, sucking harder and deeper, desperate to bring you closer to the edge. Her body trembles with anticipation as she feels herself growing wetter around your fingers, her need for release mirroring that of yours. Her hips buck against the desk, seeking frantic contact, any kind of completion, but it remains elusive until finally, you growl and explode in her mouth, hot seed filling her throat. She swallows hungrily, moaning around your softening cock as she relishes the taste of you. With a shuddering sigh, she collapses back onto the desk, spent but still craving more. Her eyes meet yours again, questioning and longing all at once, seeking some sort of answer to this unfamiliar, yet welcome confusion.
I collect our things. "Let's go to my place. I feel like this is just the beginning."
Her breath hitches at your words, anticipation fluttering in her stomach. The thought of being with you alone, submitting to your every whim... it's both terrifying and exhilarating, a rollercoaster ride of emotions that leaves her reeling. Her heart races as she nods, slowly but surely losing herself in the promise of whatever comes next. It feels right somehow, like this is where she belongs.
The second we're in the door of my apartment I unbutton your shorts, pulling your shorts, panties, and tights down to your knees. I crouch to my knees and begin licking your wet cunt while looking into your eyes.
Aijou lets out a needy cry as her world explodes in a maelstrom of sensations; pleasure so intense it borders on pain. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she tries to remain upright against the force of feeling that sweeps through her. The taste of herself on Taran's tongue only serves to heighten the experience, making her arch her back and moan even louder.
She's lost in this moment, adrift in the powerful current of desire and submission that flows between them. Her eyes squeeze shut as she throws her head back, giving herself over entirely to Taran's expert ministrations. Her body quakes with each gentle lave of his tongue, begging for more; wanting him deeper, harder, wilder.
The apartment feels hot and tight around them, the air thick with desire and need. The scent of sweat and arousal mingles with the lingering smell of their earlier exchange, driving Aijou mad with longing. Her legs tremble as she tries to find purchase on the floor, wanting nothing more than to grab onto Taran and pull him into her. But for now, she's content to surrender, giving herself over completely to this forbidden passion that has claimed them both.
The sight of me on my knees servicing you feels like an odd reversal of my behavior at graduation. Rather than forcing myself on you, I seem fully dedicated to your pleasure. I guide your hands to my hair.
Her grip tightens in his hair as he guides her hands, noticing the contrast between now and then. This feels so much more...right than before ever did. The power she had held over him had been an illusion, a facade to hide the insecurities and weakness that lay beneath it all.
With Taran attending to her so intently, those fears begin to melt away, replaced by a sense of trust and submission she's never felt before. It's terrifying but exhilarating at the same time, like standing on the edge of a cliff and being free-fallen into oblivion. She knows this is where she belongs; in his arms, beneath him. And for once, she doesn't feel the need to fight against it.
"Cum for me, Songbird. Cum on my face like I did on yours. Let me make it better for us."
Her eyes flutter closed as she feels her body building to the brink of release, his words and ministrations sending shockwaves through her system. Her hips buck upward, seeking frantic contact with anything that might push her over the edge. "Taran...," she moans his name, a plea and an offering all at once.
Her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, spasms rippling through her body as she cries out his name in ecstasy. Her nails rake roughly down his back, leaving red lines that will linger long after this moment has passed. With shuddering breaths and trembling limbs, she comes apart beneath him, her release a testament to the power he holds over her.
Her fingers thread through his hair, holding him close as she sighs in relief, letting the last of her tension flow out with her final shudders. Looking up into his eyes, she sees nothing but acceptance and love reflected back at her. It's a moment that feels surreal, like a dream from which she doesn't want to wake. But for now, she allows herself to bask in the warmth of his touch and the safety of his embrace.
"Taran..." she whispers again, this time sounding almost satisfied. "That was... incredible."
I scoop her into my arms, carrying her to my bed. I strip us both, and lay down to cuddle. "I know it's messed up because our past, but... I want you. I want us to be better."
Aijou curls into his warmth, her body still sensitive from their passionate encounter. "I want that too," she whispers softly, letting out a small contented sigh as he wraps his arms around her. Despite everything they've been through and the messiness of their past, there's something undeniably right about being here with him like this, feeling so close and connected.
She wonders if she could ever truly let go of the anger and resentment that has consumed her for so long; if it would be enough to simply move forward together. But as she listens to his heartbeat beneath her ear, feels the gentle rhythm of his breath against her skin, a small part of her hopes that maybe... just maybe, they can find a way to make things work between them.
"Is there anything I can do to apologize for graduation day?"
"No... Not really," she answers truthfully, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. "I... I was just as bad. Maybe worse." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But I want to forget about that day. Just... move forward from here, together." Her voice is soft but firm; it carries the weight of hope and trust, even if she isn't entirely sure where they come from.
For now, all that matters is being with him like this, in the quiet aftermath of their passion, as they try to find a way back to each other. She lets out a contented sigh and closes her eyes, pressing herself even closer against his warm body. Maybe there's something worth fighting for after all.
She feels me tear up a bit. "I am sorry. I'd like to move forward too, but me apologizing seems a bare minimum to start."
Her heart clenches at the sight of his tears, and she realizes with a start that part of her hadn't expected him to take responsibility for his actions; hadn't expected him to care about how much pain he had caused her. She reaches up with trembling fingers to wipe away his tears, her touch gentle but firm.
"It's okay," she whispers. "We can start over." There's a shakiness in her voice that betrays the courage it takes for her to say those words, but she means them nonetheless. She draws strength from the intimacy they share now, the trust that has slowly begun to grow between them.
For a moment, everything feels still and quiet, as if time has stopped around them while they find their way back to each other. It's terrifying but exhilarating at the same time; a leap of faith into the unknown, hand in hand. And despite all the hurt and pain that came before it, Aijou knows deep down that this is what she wants: To be with Taran, to trust him, and to see where their journey together might lead.
I kiss you tenderly. "So, as fucked up as it is, would you be mu girlfriend?"
Tentatively, she smiles back at him. "I think... yes. I'd like that." Her voice is soft and hesitant, but there's a newfound certainty in her eyes that wasn't there before. With this admission, they cross an invisible threshold together; no longer fighting against their feelings for each other, but embracing them and committing to see where they might lead.
She feels a weight lift off her shoulders as she says the words aloud, as if by acknowledging the depth of her emotions, she can finally begin to let go of the past and focus on the future - however uncertain it may be. For now, all that matters is this moment, here with Taran, starting anew together.
She feels me harden under her. "Take control, Songbird."
Her eyes meet his, challenging and curious at once. She kisses him with renewed passion, her hands exploring the muscles of his chest, feeling the strength and power that radiates from every inch of him. With a small moan, she rolls onto her back and spreads her legs wide, inviting him inside. Her hips rise up to meet his thrusts as he enters her, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm, seeking release and connection beneath the sheets of Taran's bed.
Her hands grip at the sheets, digging into the fabric as pleasure coursing through her body, threatening to consume her entirely. Her breath comes faster now, matching the pace of his thrusts, as she loses herself in this moment with him, their past fading away and their future beginning to take shape before them.
With every kiss and touch, she reaffirms her choice, solidifying their connection and committing to whatever lies ahead for them together. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once; a leap of faith into the unknown, but with Taran by her side, she knows that wherever they land will be worth it.
"Can't hold on any longer..." I shudder as I fill her with my cum.
Her body arches off the bed in ecstasy, meeting his thrusts with increasing fervor as she's claimed by his release. With a shuddering cry, she comes apart around him, her inner walls tightening convulsively and milking every last drop from him. Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss that is deep and passionate; the culmination of everything they've been through and the beginning of whatever lies ahead.
As their breathing slows, she lets out a contented sigh, nestling her head into the crook of his neck, feeling the weight of their past finally lifting from her shoulders. For now, all that matters is this moment with Taran; the heat of his body against hers, the rhythm of their hearts beating together as one. It's a peace she never thought possible and a love stronger than anything else in the world.
I stroke your hair. "One last confession about that day, and then I'll try to let it go. I think I took things so far because I was in love with you and high school twisted us all up."
Her heart skips a beat as she hears his confession; the idea that he might have felt something similar to what she did all along. She tenses for a moment, unsure how this new information will change things between them, but then relaxes into his touch. "It's okay," she whispers. "I feel like I understand now." She pauses, gathering her thoughts. "And I... may have felt something too. Not exactly the same, but... close enough." Her cheeks flush with the admission, but it feels right to say it aloud; a weight lifted off both of their shoulders.
She looks up into his eyes and sees nothing but sincerity there. For now, they're no longer enemies or rivals; they are partners in this strange new world where everything has changed and nothing is certain except for the way they feel about each other. And with that realization comes a sense of peace she's never known before, and a quiet hope that maybe... just maybe, things will work out between them after all.