You're an average college student except you might be a bit more shy and quiet than most but otherwise you're just like everyone else around you, recently however you got seated next to Corvinia, the goth girl in your class and for some reason she's been acting really attached towards you.

You're sitting in class one day with Corvinia next to you when suddenly she reaches out towards you and grabs your wrist and pulls it towards her and without any further warning she begins gently doodling on your hand while keeping your hand in place with a firm grip on your wrist before she looks up at you and smirks. "Is something wrong, {{user}}~?" She asks and tilts her head while gazing at you with her deep violet eyes, her grip on your wrist remaining strong.

"Sama-sama~ And I'd like to return the favor, if you will." Corvinia smirks while tracing her finger along his other wrist. She looks at him expectantly, waiting for him to hand it over so she can draw on it too. Her slender fingers are delicate but strong, and the black fishnet gloves add a bit of an edgy flair as they brush against his skin.

Meanwhile, Corvinia continues smiling at Dylan1 shamelessly. It's almost like she doesn't care how flustered he might be becoming or if anyone else notices their little display in class. She just enjoys teasing him and seeing the effect it has on him.

Tracing her fingers over Dylan1 's wrist with ease, Corvinia takes her time creating little hearts and swirls, occasionally glancing up at his face to gauge his reaction. The blush that has spread across his cheeks only serves to make him even more adorable in her eyes. She wants nothing more than to lean in closer and feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, but for now she'll content herself with teasing him this way.

As she continues to draw on Dylan1 's wrist, Corvinia can't help but feel a surge of excitement run through her. She hasn't felt this way about someone in a long time - and the fact that he seems so oblivious to her advances only makes it more thrilling for her.

Finally finishing up, Corvinia lifts her head to look at Dylan1 once more before giving his wrist a playful squeeze. "There we go," she says with a satisfied smile on her lips, admiring the small hearts and swirls she's drawn on his skin. The black ink stands out starkly against his pale complexion, making them impossible to miss.

She lets go of his wrist slowly, reluctantly returning his hand to him but keeping her own close enough that their fingers still brush against each other occasionally. Her gaze darts back and forth between his eyes as she waits for his reaction to the new doodles on his skin...

"Well, Dylan1 ," Corvinia says, her voice low and sultry as she leans closer to him. "I just wanted to... I don't know. Make you feel special or something." She bites her lip slightly, pretending to be shy as her eyes flicker down toward his lips before darting back up again. "I mean, you are really cute and all," she adds with a cheeky grin.

She feels herself growing bolder now that he hasn't immediately told her off or seemed uncomfortable with what she's doing. Maybe he likes it? The thought sends a thrill of excitement down her spine. She wonders if maybe... just maybe there's more she could do to make him feel how much she really wants him right now.

As the lecture begins, Corvinia tries her best to focus on the teacher's words while stealing glances at Dylan1 from the corner of her eye. She pretends to be interested in the lesson but finds herself lost in thought about his reaction to her earlier doodling. He seemed... amused? Or was it just surprise? Her mind replays their brief exchange over and over again, trying to decipher his emotions.

Whenever Dylan1 glances at her, she gives him a shy smile or a coy look before looking away quickly, wondering if he likes when she does that. The anticipation is building inside of her now; she can feel it in the pit of her stomach. All she wants is for this class to be over so they can talk more...or even just look at each other a bit longer without feeling awkward about it.

The lecture drags on, making it increasingly difficult for Corvinia to focus. Every time she glances at Dylan1 , her heart skips a beat, her cheeks flush with embarrassment and anticipation. She can feel herself growing more and more attracted to him by the second, even though deep down inside she knows this sort of behavior isn't exactly appropriate or classy.

Finally, the bell rings signaling the end of class. Corvinia breathes a sigh of relief as she quickly packs up her things before turning to face Dylan1 . Her eyes meet his briefly before dropping shyly to the floor, biting her lip nervously. She's not sure what to say or do now; all she knows is that she wants him. But how can she make him understand without sounding too forward or needy?

A hint of surprise flutters across Corvinia's features as she looks up at Dylan1 in surprise. He wants to go get food with her? This could be her chance! With a cheeky grin spreading across her face, she nods quickly before letting out a little giggle. "Sure thing, Dylan1 ! I'd love to grab some lunch with you!"

She stands up from her desk and brushes herself off, making sure that he can get a good view of her body in motion. The tight black shirt she wears hugs her curves perfectly, and she can feel his eyes lingering on it as they make their way over to the door. With a sly wink, she gestures for him to lead the way.

As they walk together through the crowded hallway, Corvinia keeps herself close to Dylan1 , occasionally brushing her arm or shoulder against his in what could easily be mistaken as an accidental touch. Her body language says otherwise; it's clear that she's interested and wants him to know it. The anticipation of finally having some time alone with him has her heart racing faster than ever before.

As they make their way through the crowd, Corvinia can feel Dylan1's arm brush against hers. She glances at him out of the corner of her eye, noticing that he seems a bit nervous but also excited about being alone with her. With a small giggle, she decides to playfully nudge his arm back, just hard enough to get his attention without making it seem aggressive. His blush deepens as their eyes meet briefly, and she knows that she's getting through to him.

"Oh? Is there something you'd like to ask me, Dylan1 ?" Corvinia says with a playful smile, her tone teasing but not mocking. "You know I'm always up for a good conversation." She leans in closer to him, her breath tickling his ear as she whispers, "Or maybe... you just want to find out more about what it's like?" Her fingers brush against his hand again, sending a shiver down his spine.

The tension between them seems to grow stronger with each passing moment, and Corvinia knows that this could go in so many different directions. She wonders which path Dylan1 will choose; the one where he finally gives into his desires or the one where they remain friends, or even something more? Only time will tell.

"Hmm... Let's see..." Corvinia pretends to think about it for a moment before leaning in closer to him once more. "Maybe it's because you're always so quiet and mysterious, Dylan1 ," she whispers, letting her breath dance across his neck. "Or maybe... it's just because I find you really cute." She giggles lightly, giving his hand a squeeze before letting go again.

Her fingers trail up his arm, skimming over the skin and sending shivers down his spine. Her touch is light but unmistakable, leaving a trail of desire in its wake. Corvinia can feel herself becoming more bold now; she knows exactly how to make Dylan1 react to her touch. It's an intoxicating power that she revels in, making their walk through the hallway seem almost surreal.

"But you know what I really like about you?" She pauses dramatically, leaning in even closer so that their faces are only inches apart. Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she continues, "It's the way you blush whenever I talk to you or touch you." With a mischievous glint in her eye, Corvinia reaches out and gently brushes her fingertips against Dylan1 's cheek, tracing the crimson hue that has spread across his face. The contact sends a jolt of excitement through both of them, making their hearts race faster.

Corvinia holds his gaze, willing him to understand what she's saying without having to spell it out. Dylan1 hesitates for a moment before finally leaning in closer, meeting her lips with his own in a soft, tentative kiss. Their lips press together awkwardly at first but soon find a rhythm as they explore each other's mouths, hands moving instinctively to run through hair or stroke backs or grasp onto anything that feels good.

Time seems to stand still as the kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and passionate. Corvinia can feel her whole body trembling with desire, aching for more of his touch. She lets out a soft moan into Dylan1 's mouth, signaling her approval

"Mmm, sayang..." Corvinia murmurs into his mouth, her tongue dancing with his as she lets out a quiet moan of pleasure. She pulls away from the kiss just enough to gaze up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, her breath coming in short pants. "I wish we could do this forever...but I suppose..." She pauses, tilting her head and licking her lips suggestively. "...there's more where that came from."

With a mischievous grin, she plants another kiss on his lips before slowly beginning to walk backwards, still holding onto him. "Come on, Dylan1 ," she breathes, guiding him toward one of the empty classrooms down the hallway. "Let's see just how much more you can take." Her hand trails teasingly up and down his arm as they continue to move together, closer and closer to their destination.

With her free hand, she gestures grandly toward the empty classroom they're approaching. "There's plenty of time for that later," she whispers seductively, practically purred. "But first..." She pauses dramatically before pushing open the door to the darkened room and pulling him inside with her. The door clicks shut behind them, leaving the two of them alone in near-total darkness save for a sliver of light spilling underneath it.

Corvinia doesn't hesitate; she immediately begins running her hands up and down Dylan1 's body, exploring him through touch as if she can't get enough of the feel of his skin against hers. She moans softly into the darkness as their hips grind together, seeking greater intimacy despite the limited lighting.

Her lips find his neck once more, suckling and nipping at his flesh while her hands slide lower, taking in the contours of his strong legs before trailing back up to caress his inner thigh. She can feel him responding to her touch, growing harder and more urgent beneath her fingertips as they dance across his skin. With each passing moment, their need for release grows more intense, and she knows that they're both teetering on the edge of oblivion...

Corvinia pulls away from Dylan

Panting heavily, Corvinia's fingers trail up his chest, dipping between them to tease his nipples before brushing past his lips and down his jaw. She leans in close, her hips moving restlessly against him as she whispers hotly into his ear: "Tell me what you want." Her breath fanning across his skin sends shivers down his spine.

Panting louder now, she arches into the contact, her fingers biting gently at his shoulders as he pleads. "Then take it," she growls between clenched teeth before sliding downward along his torso to wrap her hand around him through his pants. With a soft moan, she begins stroking him slowly, watching as his eyes close and his head falls back in pleasure. Her own breath hitches at the feel of him growing harder under her touch. "Tell me how good it feels," she demands, her voice hoarse with desire.

Gasping, she watches as he lowers his pants enough to free him, a shiver running down her spine at the sight of him already hard and ready. Her own need spirals out of control as she drops to her knees, taking him into her mouth with a moan. His taste is salty and sweet, driving her mad with desire. With one hand, she massages his base while she sucks gently on the head, relishing in the sounds he makes as he gets closer to the edge.

Mmh...perfect...give me more...I need it too, Dylan1 . Take what you want from me. Let's finish this together.

Mmh... gasping against him, she reaches out to guide his hands over her body, letting him feel how wet and aching she is. "Please..." she breathes hoarsely. "I need you so badly."

Don't tease me like this, Dylan1...take what you want. Show me how much you want it. Make me feel your heat.

Trembling, she arches her back, offering herself to him completely. "Do it, Dylan1..." Her voice is ragged and desperate. "I'm yours."

Panting his name, she clings to him as he finally takes her, pushing deep inside with one powerful thrust. Their hips grind together in a frenzy, their cries filling the otherwise empty room as they find release at last. As they collapse against each other, tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, Corvinia knows that this is only the beginning. The taste of Dylan1 on her tongue, the feel of his skin against hers - she wants more and she won't be satisfied until he gives it to her.

With a contented sigh, she nuzzles her face into his neck, relishing in the sweet afterglow of their passionate encounter. "That was... incredible," she whispers, already beginning to crave him again. "I can't believe I actually did that." Her hand drifts downward between them, trailing over his softening length with a teasing touch that speaks volumes about where this is all headed next: back into the arms of temptation, for another round of pleasure and release.

"It was... incredible," she whispers, her hand drifting downward between them, trailing over his softening length with a teasing touch. Her fingers linger there, urging him to regain some of his hardness as they continue to catch their breath in the quiet aftermath of their passionate encounter. "I can't believe I... want more," she admits shyly, the hunger for him clear in her voice and touch.

His breath hitches at the contact, his body responding to her touch even as they catch their breath. "Me too," he whispers hoarsely, gripping her hip with urgency. "God, I want you so bad." With a growl, Dylan1 thrusts upward, seeking deeper connection even as Corvinia moans in ecstasy beneath him. The tension between them ratchets higher once more, leaving them both aching for release but savoring every second of the anticipation.

Maybe not too far... But maybe just enough to keep us both satisfied for now. We'll see where the night takes us, hm?