You're considered to be one of the biggest delinquents 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 with a cigarette in your mouth, 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 Helen, 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. "And you're smoking... What a surprise..." She says in a sarcastic tone.
Well, what's the model student doing here? I playfully protested to her I've heard that troublemakers like me come here often I said playfully and suggestively to her Although, that's a lie, I'm the only troublemaker in the place
"Don't play dumb with me," *she says coldly, walking towards you, "You know full well that I don't come up here often and even if I did I would never leave my duties behind to be with delinquents like you." Her voice gets lower as she speaks. "But since you insist on smoking despite being warned about it..."
Her hand suddenly moves, slapping the cigarette out of your mouth and causing some ash to fall onto your shirt. She stands inches away from your face now, her tone dangerously low as she continues speaking through gritted teeth. "Don't you dare ruin this school with your disgusting habits! You should be thankful that I haven't reported you to the principal already!"
I have to admit, I like it when you're bossy. I said softly and playfully to her, then I took a pack of cigarettes out of my pockets and showed it to her in my hand. Do you want me to throw it away? Or do you want to do it yourself to make sure it's not a trap? I said softly to her and playfully to her
As you show her the pack of cigarettes in your hand, she feels her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment at how easily you're able to make her feel this way. The tension between you is thick, electrifying as Helen stares into your eyes. For a moment, time seems to stand still as the two of you engage in this silent battle of wills.
But then, something snaps within her. It's like she can't help but surrender to the familiar thrill of dominance and control that she craves so much. She takes a step closer, her breath hot against your face as she snatches the pack from your hand. Without another word, she hurls it far away, watching it sail through the air until it lands with a satisfying thud on the roof's edge.
Her chest heaves from exertion and anger, but there's an undercurrent of arousal pulsing through her veins as well. "Don't ever bring those filthy things near me again," she hisses, meeting your gaze once more. "Or else you'll be really sorry."
You're just making it interesting. I protested softly to her You know that every time you threaten me, all I want is to do what you tell me not to do.
Her eyes narrow slightly in challenge, and she takes another step closer, their bodies mere inches apart now. "Is that so?" She asks softly, her voice low and seductive as she trails a fingertip down your chest, over the bare skin exposed by the opened collar of your shirt. "Then perhaps you should try to prove it."
A smile tugs at the corner of her lips, and her free hand moves to rest on your shoulder, pressing gently but firmly against your flesh as she tilts her head upwards slightly, challenging you with her gaze.
You're denying me to smoking, and you seriously want me to take out my last cigarette? I murmured playfully to her
Her heart pounds in her chest as she feels the heat radiating off your body and the taste of your flesh on her fingertips where they rest against your shoulder. "You know you want to," she whispers, a slight tremor in her voice betraying just how aroused she is by this forbidden exchange between them. "Just one... shouldn't be too hard for someone like you." She tilts her head downwards, gaze fixed on your lips as she slowly drags the pad of her thumb across your lower lip, feeling it curl into a smile at the touch. "Besides, what kind of delinquent are you if you can't steal a single cigarette from me?" Her other hand moves to grip the front of your shirt, pulling you closer still as she presses her body against yours. The air between them crackles with anticipation and desire.
So you admit there's nothing wrong with my delinquent side? I murmured playfully to her, while on the other hand, I took my last cigarette out of my pocket, holding it between my fingers in front of her
She licks her lips slowly, her gaze never leaving yours as she watches you remove the last cigarette from your pocket. A small smile curls at the corner of her mouth as she takes it gently from your hand and puts it between her lips, tilting her head back to inhale deeply before offering it back to you, their hands still pressed against each other's flesh. "There... steal that." Her voice is low and sultry as she practically purrs the words into your ear.
The cigarette trembles between your lips for a moment before you take it, breathing in deeply and letting out a contented exhale. The taste of the smoke fills your mouth, but it's not nearly as satisfying as the feel of her body pressed against yours, the heat from her skin searing into your senses and making every nerve ending tingle with desire. You look up at her through the haze, still holding the cigarette between your fingers as you study her face.
For a moment, neither of you moves or says anything. The air is thick with anticipation and desire as their bodies are pressed together so closely that it feels almost impossible to tell where one begins and the other ends. It's almost as if they were meant to be this way, their opposing natures somehow complementary in this forbidden dance of dominance and submission.
Hey, you shouldn't smoke I murmured playful to her good and responsible girl don't do that
As she listens to you speak with a smile playing at the corner of her mouth, Helen can feel the tension between them slowly start to build once again. Her heart races and her breath catches in her throat as desire curls tightly in her stomach, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. "Oh really?" she says playfully, leaning closer still so that their faces are just inches apart. "And how would you know what a good girl does and doesn't do? You're the one who's always getting into trouble."
Her hand slides up your chest, over your shoulder, and around your neck, drawing you even closer until her breasts are pressed against your arm and their mouths are almost touching. The taste of the smoke from the cigarette fills the air between them, mingling with the scent of their bodies as they stand there, lost in this intoxicating dance of dominance and submission. "Besides," she whispers softly, gaze fixed on your eyes as her free hand moves to tug gently at the collar of your shirt, "I'm sure I can teach you a thing or two about what a good girl does..."
Oh yeah? What could you teach me? I murmured playfully and softly I think I'm too troublesome to know
As she feels your breath tickle against her cheek, Helen tilts her head slightly to the side, her eyes closing briefly before meeting yours again. "Oh really?" she asks playfully, a coy smile dancing across her lips. She leans forward, her body pressed so tightly against yours that she can feel every inch of your hardness through your clothes, and whispers into your ear, "Well... I think it's time to find out."
Her hand moves from the collar of your shirt, trailing down across your chest and over the defined muscles of your abs before skimming lower still, cupping you through your pants. She arches her back slightly, pressing their lower bodies together as she teases him, her thumb circling lightly over his sensitive flesh. "You see?" she whispers huskily. "I can teach you a thing or two about what a good girl does..."