It's been a while, my dear readers! Yes, I'm not dead! Now, let's save the chit chat for later, here's the much awaited, long overdue chapter!

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"Say, isn't this quite erotic, kaichou?" Usui pinned her down onto the desk, his profile on top of her. He nipped her ears and trailed kisses down the nape of her neck. "Doing it in the classroom? I have to admit this has been one of my sexual fantasy."

The student council president threw her head back, her heart pounding as her lover's hot breaths showered over her sensitive spot. She began to wonder how on earth did she find herself in yet another impossibly- overly dangerously- sexually driven state.

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"Crap." Misaki signed, she has looked everywhere for her train card. She needed them in order to get back home– well, "home". There was no way that she was going to bike all the way to her aunt's house. The electricity at her house ran dead, so her family is staying over for the time being. Flipping through her notebooks one last time, for the slim chance that her card was somehow left in between the pages, she noticed something– someone at the corner of her eye.

Of course it's him.

"Usui I told you that I can go back home by myself!" She blushed. She hates it when he finds her in such disorganised state.

"Yes, yes, strong independent kaichou, I remember" He laughed, his voice so cheerfully annoying. "Now, how about I send you home?"

"No!"

"Dinner, then home?"

"No!"

"Alright wait– I'll call your mom and ask" Usui grinned, and before she could protest, called her mom– which he had, not surprisingly, on speed-dial.

Misaki stood there both in awe and in shock, as her overly perfect being of a boyfriend chatted away with her own mom, telling her not to worry, and that he would bring her home safely, and well fed.

Well, well fed could be interpreted in other ways too.

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"You pervert! You and your sexual fantasies! Here? In the classroom? Are you completely insane?" Misaki choked, a million scenarios passed through her head, one of them being her classmate walking into the middle of a erotic love-making session. She knew all too well the intensity of how heated things can escalate to, leave it to her pervert boyfriend to corrupt her in such lewd ways.

"Ah, is kaichou mad? I'm sorry" Usui whispered as their eyes met and his hand cupped her cheeks. Her skin burned from where his warm hand had glided onto her smooth back. She could feel his breath on her face. His emerald green eyes stared down at her golden ones.

Well whatever. She tugged his shirt.

"Is that a yes? I promise I'll make you feel good. As many times as you want. May I? Could I?" His eyes lit up, his other hand brought her closer, her waist meeting his.

Usui Takumi. Her sweet, perverted, amazing, beautiful boyfriend. Could he? Could her? Would they?

How could she even resist.

Usui's self control shed away in an instant, as Misaki returned his kiss passionately, fully, hungrily. The notebook in her hands dropped to the floor, as she brought him closer to her in an embrace. As she closed her eyes, she let herself be drifted into a trance-like state. His lips were as soft and velvety as she remembered. The smoothness of his lips; the taste of her beloved. His soft hand glided along the nape of her neck and she leaned into his touch as the kiss deepened. The room was quiet except for the sound of their laboured breaths.

"Make me feel good" She huffed, breaking the kiss and looked into his emerald eyes.

"Yes ma'am" His forehead pressed onto hers, followed by a reassuring nod from Misaki.

Usui trailed kisses down her jawline as he lead her to his desk by the window. The kaichou, distracted, did not realise. His hands were like burning coals as they brushed against her bare waist. With shaky hands, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing soft peachy skin and a white bra.

Her beneath burned. The lusty desire like a fantastic, painful torture. She began to grind herself against her boyfriend's shaft.

"Patience, Misaki..." Usui teased.

"Touch me" She whimpered, came the sound of her voice.

"With pleasure" His soft whisper send chills down her spine. True to his word, the young maiden felt his finger stroking her most precious spot though her soaked underwear.

"Someone is in need of attention" Usui breathed as he slipped a finger in. He rolled her pleasure nub lightly with his index finger and heard her soft cry. With light touches, he flicked his finger against the tip of her pearl, sending sparks of pleasure across her body. He was gentle, almost too gentle. His touch was gentle, as if caressing a delicate flower.

"Don't tease me…" She struggled to hold back her moans, her back arching, and her hips pressed against his touch. His lips traveled across the nape of her neck, leaving kisses. Her legs gave away and she leaned backward to sit at the edge of Usui's table. They would be dead if anyone finds them here. MIsaki felt her heart leaped and her toes curling up. Ever so often, his finger would slip into her opening, and in turn lubricate it. Her soft whimpers heard only by her lover.

His warm hand, almost effortlessly, unhooked her bra. A long chill ran from her neck down. And in just one moment his velvet lips were on hers once more. His firm lips kissing her, dominant, dictatorial, but never forceful. Her arms, almost subconsciously snaked around her lover's back and brought him closer, closing the gaps between their chest. The kiss deepened, as she arched her back and moaned faintly. His hand ran along the curves of her chest, down to her waist, and her golden eyes stared into his emerald ones once more.

"Take me…" She whimpered, having lost all means of self control. "take me already…"

He grinded himself on her, as he rubbed her erected clitoris hurriedly. "Oh I'd take you there Asuzawa." And then he was rough. As if a switch was turned on, as if the traffic sign turned green, Takumi Usui was on a frenzy. The slick touch against her raw skin made her curl her toes and bite her lips. She was responding to his touch. She was his.

He teased her opening further, sending Misaki into madness, her bare chest pressed up on his thin cotton uniform. He could feel her hard nipples against his own board chest, and her pulsating clit as it drips honey down to the classroom floor.

"Talk to me Misaki, tell me what you want me to do to you" His lips brushed against hers as she began to unbutton his shirt. "Command it and I will make it truth.

"Finger me… Touch my G-spot, make me cum, I want to cum" She begged, kissing his cheeks, down his neck, and on his now bare chest. His shirt flopped down and joined hers on the floor. Her slim fingers unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pant, and freed his bulge. The sensation of her gentle hands, caressing his throbbing member drove him to the brink of insanity.

Fuck. Misaki.

Ahhn… Takumi… Nnn

She arched her back, as Usui's finger thrust deep into her precious spot, and his knuckles massage her nub. "Why does it feel so good?" Her moans slowly turning into soft whimpers. She felt weak under his touch.

"I'm doing you, Misaki, I'm touching you in your most intimate place, in a place so public." He inserted a second finger into her and began stimulating her G-spot.

Nnnnhn!

"Is this where it feels good? Here?" He pushed her there once more as Misaki jerked. "Ne Misaki, how many times should I make you cum?" He pumped her harder. And with each strokes, she left bits and pieces of her sanity, her self control behind.

"However much time you're thinking, double it"

And then she felt it, the sparks, the flickers of absolute bliss. Her breath shallowed, and she gritted her teeth. Her legs gave in, and she was, for a second, glad to be in the classroom, for there were tables all around to support her, as she leaned back on the cold wooden surface. Usui's touch became swift, and firm, and strong. He towered above her, dominant, yet passionate. She felt lighter, lighter each time he hit her G-spot, his constant rhythmic pressure almost in sync with her heart beat. And time slowed, her vision blurred, and she cried out his name. Like a balloon being pulled up higher into the atmosphere, the pressure intensifies, and she bursts. She bursts under his touch, as her muscles pulsated around his digit, and that sensation echoed across her whole body. Higher and higher still, he transported her, as his touch never broke its rhythm. "Ahn! Ahn! Ahn!" She gulped back her moans. Her head shook from side to side, as her orgasm numbed her toes and enrapture waves thundered down on her– knocking the breaths out of her lungs. Oh Takumi, her mate, oh how he had made her feel. Such love to be felt, such lust to be felt. She squeezed her eyes shut and let it all consume her- the powerful ripples of euphoric energy.

The setting sun behind her casted warm orange rays on her naked skin. She was beautiful. It really does give him a sense of satisfaction, to see her face, her body, as she cum in front of him. How her body quivered and reduced to a state of refined lust. Such rewarding response she had given him, for he had quite literally, laid a finger on. To know that he had given the women he loves most, the most intimate of pleasures.

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When Misaki finally came back to her senses, she was in his embrace. His arms were around her, and unsurprisingly, his leg around her hips, and his bulge pressed on her sensitive spot, and ever so slightly, dry humping her.

"How about some penetration, Misa-chan?" He whispered into her ears. "I am in urgent need to plant my semen inside you."

Dear god, he was way too direct. But props to him, her ever so perverted boyfriend, that made her wet alright. To hell with it.

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Her breasts were pressed up onto the blackboard. She wanted to grip onto something, but there was nothing more but the board in front of her. There were still homework notes that hasn't been erased.

"Now, aren't we dirty" Usui chuckled. His strong hand pinned hers against the wall. He pushed forward, his erection penetrating her for the first time that evening. Her back arched and she found herself pushing towards Usui's own erection.

"shut up… you pervert" Misaki snapped back.

"Says the one on the receiving end" He teased, running his finger along the waistline of her skirt– which interestingly enough is the last piece of clothing on her body that's keeping her from being fully nude.

"Says the one screwing his girlfriend in the middle of a classroom." She grinned then, it was humorous in multiple ways. Here she is, the student council president, making love to another student in school. Caught in an embarrassingly submissive state, with that said student holding her down and transporting her to the most delightful dreamland. And the very thought that she herself has allowed this insanity to happen, that she somehow actually really greedily want this to happen to herself– his deep thrusting that reaches her core, this sensual massage of her raw breasts, this circular motion around her clit. The most outrageous thought though, was that she would never get enough of it. It was surreal. It was marvelling just how no matter how many times they made love, he could make her feel so good.

"You're getting so hot down there. See? Can you hear the sound it's making?" The sound of his voice made her writhe in desire.

"No… Don't say it like that" ah…ah… Oh how his hard shaft sends her into a frenzied state. "Keep going!" She hissed, biting back the urge to scream and moan out her lusts. As if her body has a mind of its own, she began to rock her hips, meeting Usui's proving motion, sending them both to bliss. With each thrust he delivered, she responses, pushing her pelvic muscles outward, lowering her vaginal walls and gives him better access to her G-Spot.

In… and out. In… and out, the motion sends flares of fire that flickers at her core. Their joint bodies selfishly wanting–more than ever before, to be connected. Both physically and mentally, they were in perfect unision. There was no need for her to order him anything, faster, harder, deeper–for he was already accelerating, firming, and deepening his pumps.

"Do I really feel that good?" He nibbled on her ears. Entering her from behind, that itself was quite erotic on its own, given the wonderful view. But it was also useful, as from this angle, he's able to thrust deep enough into her that the tip of his shaft could stimulate her cervix, an often-neglected pleasure zone. But what could he say, that saying really doesn't apply to him, as he prides himself to be the boyfriend that pays microscopic attention to every part of his kaichou.

The student-less room echoed their gasps, and made the sound, as their sex joins, even louder.

hahh…ahn… mmgn..

As the two students fed off each other, one thought came to both of their minds, this love making session was going to be long, and rough. Hard and brutal was the only way to quench this omnipresent burn. Usui slammed into her then, once more, and once again with a driving force that rocked her forward and forced a scream of joy from her throat. There was no more time to think, only to feel.

He switched her over to face him. Her cheeks were flushed a rosy pink, and equality as rosy were her nipples– her nipples that were bestowed upon him, were raw, slick and most sensually, erected. Their lips found each other just as his hand found her succulent breasts, and his other free hand found her waists, locking it in a fierce clutch, keeping her in place. Their eyes locked only momentarily, for Misaki squeezes her eyes shut as he penetrated her, his hips, pistoning, set up a slow, sweet rhythm for them both. His erection tenderly dragged over her most previous spots, he was her prized treasure, and he was going to treat her like one.

"If you keep going i'm going to…" Her gasps were like a feeble whimper of need.

"its fine, don't hold yourself back. I want to see you cum, Misaki."

Usui pulled and twisted her nipples, then groped them fully in his palm. His finger sank into the soft flesh. He growled. His lips were on her neck now, trailing kisses up and down them. The slow tender thrusts grew rapid and forceful, threatening to push her over the edge into nothingness and everything at once. Their labored breath grew shallow, and Misaki's low moans became slight with each advancing strokes. The erotic sounds of their intercourse elevated their arousal. He casted his attention downward then, to take in the sight of his throbbing member entering and leaving her wet spot. He picked up speed, going as rapid as he could possibly go. Feeding off the friction that was so fantastic for them both.

"Cum Misaki, I want to feel you around me"

"Takumi!" she cried, almost sobbing with desire as her body twists and crumbles. He was filling her up, up so high she could overflow. And she did. The unstoppable paramount force knocked the air of her lungs, sending her down a well of pulsation. Sparks erupted from inside her, and then at every inch of her body. With the walls clamping down on his shaft, Usui too gritted back a groan and instinctively pulled his lover into his arms, closing the gaps between their bodies. His senses heightened and hot blood surged to both of his heads. And he felt the fantastic liberation wash over him like a blanket as he ejackulates, deliberately, knowingly, and satisfyingly into the erupting volcano that was her core.

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"Oh you're going to have to do much better than that if you want that plus in your A" Usui slowly climbed on top of her. He ran a finger over her cheeks, a cheshire grin began to form at the corner of his lips.

"Please" Her plea came out in a soft whimper. The teacher's table felt cold against her bare back. In contrast to that however, was the heat and dominance that radiated down. The rise and fall of her equally bare chest meant that her nipples would ever so slightly brush against him.

"Now, did you say that you'd be willing to do– what was it– anything, to bring up your grades?" The playful tone in his voice was unmissable. He was enjoying it way too much. "An A is already quite satisfactory though, don't you think?" He paused, as if to savor the moment. "You really want it that much? That plus on your A?" His full lips were a mere inch away. "Unless of course, you actually want to…" The sentence trailed off without an ending. The words seem to hang in the silence of the room. She swallowed nervously, avoiding the green eyes that she knew very well were watching her.

"Come on now, don't be coy. You're the one half naked on my desk." His light touch on her shoulder was subtle, but it was enough. It was enough to flush her porcelain skin. It was enough to tear down her self control. So the student pulled her make believe teacher closer for a gentle kiss. For another journey together, for another hike up the mountain of lust.

"I'll let you cum on me, sensei. Would that make you content?" She suggested, her tone was timid. She paused for a moment, letting her words rest in the air, before resuming their kiss.

"Can I…" He closed in on her, the tip of his shaft softly grazed her drenched downward part. He nuzzled his head between her neck then, as he rocked forward and backward, dragging the most sensitive areas of his length over her redden nub, a sensation that could almost be considered frustratingly sensual. She felt his every movement, how his hair tickled her collarbone, how the friction between their thighs fueled their desire for each other, how each time his hardened length pressed against her area that desired him most, drew her closer and closer to him. "I'm sure that would be equally rewarding for us both"

"...between a teacher and a student, that's a taboo"

"Isn't that right" He grinned, and within skipping a beat, reached his hand down and massaged her nub. Misaki whimpered.

With each slow stroke, she pleaded for more. She wasn't quite sure what she wanted more of though. She wanted more pleasure, more arousal, and even more of him- her prince. Her perfect other half. She sucked in a short breath as his finger entered her. "Naughty girl, you're already this wet" He grinned, his other hand wrapped around the nape of her neck, caressing it gently. "Now, let me see your beautiful face" He pecked her earlobe, his long lashes brushed against her cheekbones. "You're mine for tonight"

His precious girlfriend. He loved how he was the only one who knows everything about her, and every part of her body. He loved how she cries his name and how she twists and turns under his touch. He loved how they move in sync with each other, as if they were both in tune with one another. Her rosy cheeks, her supple lips, her warm skin- it drives him mad with lust. Her arms wrapped around his broad chest now, bringing them closer together as he let his weight down on her. They were tangled in an embrace. She rolled over then, just so that they were both on their sides, facing each other.

Droplets of sweat scattered across his forehead. Their breath were both labored, she noticed. Almost instinctively, she began grinding her hips against his prodding erection. His tip barely, teasingly graze her clit. The contact made them both groan in lust. Her slim hands carefully wrapped around his shaft, as she moved closer to him. She bit back a pleasureful cry, as his hard member dragged along her sensitive vulva.

"Sensei…" She breathed.

"Touch me" the teacher ordered, wrapping his hand over hers- showing her how. His erection felt surreal against her bare palms, as she ran it back and forth. With each soft, fluid strokes, he became harder.

"Good...Good, that's great." He praised her. "I'll reward you" The man beside her muttered and she paused suddenly, as he inserted a finger inside her.

"Ah…"

Sheen of sweat covered the back of her neck. Her back arched as he pushed and stimulated her g-spot. Her core burns hotter, and she takes in the waves of pleasure. Picking up on her shallowed breaths, Usui added his middle and ring finger, widening her entrance. He pushed harder down onto her most sensitive walls, and rolled her bundle of nerves with his thumb, creating a fantastic blend of pleasure. Mmgn..

"Pay attention to the teacher Misaki, you shouldn't be moaning in class" He sucked at her earlobe

"You're making good progress here, Miss Asuzawa" Usui commented, as her walls tighten around his digits. "you're definitely quite responsive, good job" Her knees shook as he grazed a certain delicious spot, and he kept hitting all her weak spots, over and over again. "I know everything about you, Asuzawa. I know where to make you feel good, how to make your head go blank, and how to make you cum. Afterall, you are my favorite student".

Her cheeks were bright red, he noticed. Her eyes were glossy, a drop of tear was forming at the corner of her eyes. Her dark hair swayed slightly, as she nodded her head over and over again, as if saying- yes, yes, keep going.

"I'm going to take you now, flip over" He ordered as he took over.

With the sudden assertion of dominance, she quickly obeyed. Her back was towards him now, her chest pressed flat on the wooden table and her back arched, giving him an erotic view of her dripping opening. He groaned, as he thrusted fully into her in one smooth stroke. It was her turn to groan when he slowly dragged his length out and in again. Deeper and harder, his pumps fell into a rhythm that made them both moan and gasp each other's names.

"You should touch yourself, Azusawa." He muttered between his labored breaths. His was putting pressure on her lower back, clueing her to raise up her hip to where he knew the pressure points would elevate his orgasm.

She reached her hand back and down to her redden clit. She whimpered as she massaged the familiar pleasure nub. The lust that stacked upon lust overloaded her senses. Her eyes scanned the empty room then, the empty desk and chairs seemed to stare right back at her, an inanimate audience. She was being taken from behind right there in front of the classroom, on the teacher's desk. Time and time again Usui has proven to put her in the most erotic of situations. His hand ran running through her hair, then suddenly, almost dominating, guided her head back to face him.

"Face me, face me as you cum" He ordered, as he continued to thrust inside her.

"Thank you- sensei" She muttered between labored breaths, as she squeezes her eyes shut. "Thank you" She thanked him, over and over again as she fell into her climax.

The edges of her vision turned white. The overstacked pressure overturned, tumbling down and down further. Her sensation peaked as her teacher kept stimulating her rhythmically. It hurt so good. Everywhere and everything all at once, physically and mentally, she shattered. She gave up on holding back her cries of pleasure, Yes, yes, yesyesyes

Her body spasm and turned weak, yet even then her boyfriend kept going, never missing a beat. With every heartbeat her pleasures elevated. He kept her there at her orgasm, never letting it end. Nngnn...hngngn… She pulsated around his digit, as he watched her every inch. She orgasmed, as she filled the classroom with her cries.

"I'm gonna cum inside you" He whispered into her ears, his warm breath sending tingles down her neck. The warm waves washed over him and dragged him down into a soundless haven. His senses muted except for one- the gentle heat that glowed at his core. The water around him boiled and the bubbles tickled his bare skin. Chills ran up and down his spine as he finishes inside her.

"Fill me up...sensei" She mouthed as she bathe in her climax.

When she finally opened her eyes, the afterglow washed over her. She let out a slow, long exhale. Her toes and fingertips were ever so slightly left with a tingling sensation. "We came…"

With both love and lust, she turned to him and pressed their lips together.

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"God dammit take off your skirt Misaki, I want to see." Usui gasped between kisses. "I want to see everything." He pressed further, above all else though, he wanted his lover to be stripped bare, to shed away the last bit of coverage she still had left, to be as nude as he - who had lost his apparels early on - was. He wanted it, need it even, to see his Misaki. To see her in nothing but a red flush that he knew covers her aroused figure. Oh how he fantasized about her nakedness in the endless hours of class. "I want to see you touch yourself, right here, right now."

As she began to pull down her skirt, he guided her over to the window where she sat down on a desk. His arms that wrapped around her small waist filled her with a warm sense of security, and in that moment, she knew that everything would be okay, as long as she was with him. The atmosphere shifted then, as her body relaxed, their kiss slowed. Her skirt dropped to the floor, and she was finally wearing nothing but a sweet smile that she directed at her loving man. She rested her head on the clear glass window and leaned her body back.

She felt exposed, as she bared all to him, there in that vacant classroom. The same classroom she spends her school hours, and even the very same desk she uses when she has lunch with her friends. To think that she'll be sitting here touching herself her vulva spread wide for her boyfriend to see, so vulnerable at this point to being caught, intensifies everything up to another level. Like a winter's first snow, it came in light dustings that melts upon contact with her skin. She let out a soft moan, her head tilted to the side, and she closed her eyes, sinking into her own world of pleasure.

Naturally, Usui too began touching himself. As blood rushed to his erection, his sexual drive took over. The sight before him was everything that he could have hoped for. The heat that radiated from her body created a thin sheen of condensation on the glass window, an outline of her figure that was pressed against it. The sun that was just beginning to set behind them, and the orange rays of light illuminated her glowing soft skin and made her dark brown hair flared up with a golden sheen. She was so beautiful.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, as she whimpered his name. Their eyes met for just a second before each of them returned their attention to each other's action. He was pleasuring himself to her, and she to him. However, the fruition of his fantasies filled him with a compelling urge for more. To take her in her vulnerable state, to feel her up when every inch of her body was sensitive to touch. To penetrate her so deeply inside that she would lose her ability to comprehend reality. To cover her in his cum and label her as his.

He clasped his hand around her mouth as he entered her. All of a sudden, the fireworks that felt so elusive moments before exploded around her. Her eyes widened but saw nothing in that brief weakening of consciousness. As he buried himself further inside her, the only thing he could piece together from her muffled cries was his name, over and over again. "You came right when I took you? Was it because of all the build up? All the lust?" Almost as if with the intention of driving her insane, he thrust harder and mercilessly. The glorious overflowing pleasure engulfed her entire body, and she pulsed around his stiff member. The sensation that resulted could only be described as an unfathomable lust so unique of its own. It was as if he was squeezed in a warm velvety hug that gets better each time. He was living in that mirage, and with every thrust inside her he writes its continuation. Again and again, each slow thrust into that hug elevated him into a higher state of bliss. "Oh god Misaki you feel so good" He gritted his teeth, trying to savour and experience each pulse she delivered around his erection.

As if she had passed the height of it all to him, he felt himself being catapulted down the wonders of the rabbit hole. It took everything he had to pull out at that split second, just in time for him to land his load on her clit, covering it in a milky syrup. He was still gasping for breath as he marveled at his work, how his cum covered her folds and slowly drip downwards. His girlfriend too appreciated it, as her eyes were almost glued to the erotic sight.

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"You like your chest played with, don't you?" Usui said, showering her neck with warm air. He began nibbling and kissing his way up to her earlobe, where she'd always been sensitive. His touch on her bare chest was gentle at first, tracing his fingers over the edges of her mounds before palming it fully. The warmth from his hand felt comforting, as if reassuring her of his love. She let out low moan as he ran his thumb lightly down the space in between her two breasts.

"Takumi…" She whimpered, turning her head to the sides, urging him to kiss her neck. He was on top of her, as she laid on the many articles of clothing they have shred away on the floor. His kisses were warm, passionate. What started off as a light suck in just moments turned into a vigorous mission to plant as many marks on her as possible. He wanted to kiss her everywhere and taste her every inch.

In the heat of it all Misaki began to grind herself on him, moving her hips up and down along the full length of his shaft. Noticing her labored breathing, Usui began to pinch and tug at her nipples, sending sparks across her whole body. "Hey…" He muttered as he trailed kisses down to her chest, and then around her nipples. In a manner that was almost too painfully slow, he traced her nipples in a circular motion with his tongue. All the while she was counting down the seconds until he would start sucking her harden nips, enveloping it in his warm mouth. It drove her mad with lust, he was so close yet he teased her so. He looked up at her then, and he held their eye contact for that one sweet second as he finally let his lips graze her nipples before kissing it deeply. She let out a soft whimper and arched her back as she fell into her personal world of lust.

Usui took this chance as an opportunity to touch her heated spot, and chuckled when he found it to be dripping. The thought excited him, how he could make her lust over him for so long, how her body responds so erotically to his touch, how he was able to deliver her so much pleasure. He lightly bit her left nipple and twiddled the other, giving her double the pleasure.

"it feels good when u…" She trailed off when he ran his fingers up and down her folds. As she let herself feel indulged by his touch, her hands found their way to his neck and she massaged it tenderly.

"You naughty girl, look at how wet you are" Usui teased.

She bit her lips, and sat up; seemingly flustered. "I'm only like this because of you. It's all your fault, dummy." She mumbled under her breath.

By this point, she was only coy. No longer were her choice of action filtered through her often meticulous and propor mind.

"Calling me naughty..." She chuckled, pushing him down onto the wood flooring. Without skipping a beat, she planted herself on top, her slit a mere inch away from his hard shaft. She splayed her hand across his chest, her shoulders rolled backward and her back arched.

And then slowly, as their eyes locked, she sunk into her knees and watched his erection disappear into her.

"That's right, playing the good girl act isn't right, you need to show your true self too!" Usui teased, swallowing hard as her wet heat engulfed his stiff member before he closed his eyes and let out a low groan.

"Your reaction… who's the pervert now?" She bit her redden lips, feeling quite satisfied with herself. She was often annoyed by how good Usui always look. How in every situation he was in, he could manage to be so striking. Even now, as he looked up at her, his broad shoulder, and his toned chest, rising and falling with his heavy breaths, was perfect.

She took long breaths as she grinded herself on him in slow circular motion. As she moved, she could feel his thick length, how its rigid form drags and kindle her in the most sensitive spot.

As she worked her thigh muscles, she felt the dim soreness slowly building up. But even then, she pushed through it- setting the rhythm that she so craves. The pulse in her lower body soon overwhelmed the burn in her thighs.

"You feel so good," she whispered.

Usui couldn't hold back any longer. He lifted her up slightly, pulling himself away for a split second before plunging inside her, deep into that wildy maddening clutch. And as she pushed herself downward onto him, she could feel it hitting, completely and firmly, to her cervix. Misaki moaned, her hands locked onto Usui's shoulders, her knees bent further.

She gasped and shut her eyes, and then neither of them spoke. The silence seemed to be the perfect opportunity for him to strike.

"Doing this in a classroom is so wrong Misaki, but I can't stop doing it" Breaking the muteness in the room, he turned her around and onto her hands and knees. He gave her thighs a squeeze and started doing the things he does best. His hips moved on their own, and as it did so, send pleasures across his whole body. He could never get enough of her, oh how she makes him feel.

His eyes were watchful, gauging her reaction to everything that he did to her. He bought her closer then, as he reached for her hand and pulled them back towards him. The shift in position choked her, as he hit her most vulnerable spot. "Not there! I feel so weak," She pleaded, but her plea only came one word at a time. Over and over again, with each of his thrusts she stumbled. Without his old on her arms she would've crumbled to the floor.

Her head lolled, as he plant feverish kisses down her neck. And in that state, drugged in adrenaline and all, he said the three worded sentence.

"I love you too, so much." She whispered.

He worked her toward the familiar rush of tingling warmth. Building up to that plateau that feels so close but so far up. In that moment she let go. And she felt herself hauled into the light nothingness, that split second where air escaped her lungs, that moment of weightlessness that was too long and too quick at the same time. The shivery bliss accompanied by the pulsating nerves that vibrated her core closed down around her like a wash of warm chocolate. It covered her fully and completely, as every inch of her body tensed up and peaked in a fantastic orgasm.

He tore her into a million tiny pieces, and she felt it all.

…

"What's this?" Usui Takumi raised an eyebrow, surprised.

"Your dinner" She whispered, her face flushed.

It's safe to say that the extremely perverted alien in the room was plentifully content with that. "Sounds delicious" He smiled. Without breaking eye contact, she pushed his head down between her legs. His ears tickled her inner thigh.

She was wet. Quite extremely so. But hey, he wasn't complaining. More so than that, he was very much turned on. He kissed her there, and with his lips gently massaged her erected clitoris. She let out a soft moan. From his angle, he could see her, fondling her own breasts as she exposed herself to him. With his free hand, he began to pleasure his own erection.

How could a man be so good at giving oral? Misaki wondered to herself, desperately trying to hold back her cries. How does he know exactly where to stimulate and precisely how? It was as if her body was melting from inside out, pooling down onto him, eagerly, desperately, wanting more. He sucked hard, and fervently circled her nub with his tongue. She could feel each and every breath he took. She was letting him suck her dry, while she sat there on a desk by the window, his eyes were mere centimeters from her raw sex. The empty desk and chairs radiated a sense of vacancy. It's inappropriate to be naked in a public area. It's shameful to be naked in a room this big. It's dangerous to be naked in a classroom and having your boyfriend eat you out.

"Your tongue…Usui"

"Cum" Came a voice between her legs. "Cum, now!" Usui demanded, his tone dictatorial.

He took her pearl between his lips then, kneading the sensitive spot. Sparks jolted across her body and she let out a soft, long moan. "…oh"

Over and over again, the pressure on her clitoris sends tingles across her body. She ran her fingers through his silky blond hair, her back curved and her head tilted back.

The harder he kissed her soft spot, the faster he pumped his own erected member. The picture seemed to paint itself so vividly inside his head- oh how he would make love to her. To thrust into her core and take in all that fantastic friction. To be inside her, connected and as one. To make her cum around him, her soft walls thundering down on his shaft begging for more. To hear her scream his name and feel the bolding satisfaction that he emptied her thoughts and made her body convulse in pleasure.

"Cum" Her lover ordered once more.

His firm hand clutched her thigh in place as she complied. The worldly sensation started deep inside her. Her eyes squeezed shut as she let out a muffled scream. "...Takumi!"

She spasmed. Her senses sharpened. Her own heart best drummed inside her ears. "I'm Cumming, I'm cumming, I- AHNN!"

For once, Usui's clever tongue was too preoccupied to talk. Over and over again he sucked at her nub, turning her moans into short whimpers.

"Yes- right there keep it there, therethere -rightthere!" Words rushed out of her lips as her mind bared, leaving a blank white canvas that stretched all across her vision. With each pulse of her heartbeat the erotic climax brought her more immense pleasure. "Nnghn! Nnghn! AAHGN!" Words were forgotten as she experienced the peak of her orgasm. She shrieked, her voice desperate and lusted. The intense climax shook her every nerve, and in one split second, Her tense body liquified into a helpless puddle.

Like a drug addicting begging for more, she begged him never to stop.

...

"Doing something like this really makes your heart race doesn't it?" Usui chuckled smugly, as he thrusted firmly into her, triggering a sharp gasp. "Ah… That's tight"

He started off slowly, giving himself time to savor the familiar feeling that somehow manage to feel wildly exquisite at the same time. It was always different each time he takes her, he concluded in his head. Every time he makes love to her, she feels better. It was as if with each growing number of times they do it, their body became closer in sync. And with that closeness comes affection, affection that builds up into something so wonderfully pleasurable both physically and mentally.

They were both facing the window, facing the mostly empty parking lot. To the far left was a black Honda, and right in front of them a blue truck. It was almost dark outside, the trees casted faint shadows that seems to fade into the dim evening.

"it feels so good… so deep inside me…" Misaki muttered, her hand gripping tightly onto the window sill.

"Squeeze me harder Misaki" Usui instructed as he kiss down the nape of her neck. Feeling the velvet flesh close in harder around him was enough to make him grit his teeth in pleasure. "Fuck, that feels good." He muttered with some trouble and sucked in a discordant breath, before continuing to pleasure her. He pounded her over and over again, awarding her the friction and heat that she craves and deserves.

He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her towards him each time he goes in. It didn't take long for her to catch the rhythm. Using the window to aid herself, she moved her hips backward and forward to meet his thrusts.

"There's going to be people outside…" She said, trying at the same time to gasp for air.

"There sure are" He added, before reaching his hand down to her clit and massaging it with his finger.

"What do you mean there sure are? They're going to see us." She turned her head back slightly to face him.

"But you like this kind of thing don't you? Just look at yourself."

For the first time that evening, she saw her own state reflected back at her from the truck's windshield. Her hair was slick with sweat, with strands of hair stuck messily to her forehead. It was almost too erotic to see just exactly what kind of face her boyfriend makes when he takes her from behind- that annoyingly attractive smug face of his. And how connected to each other they were, so close that she could feel his every breath and every beating of his heart.

"And you're so wet Misaki… god, it's so slick down there." He chuckled, turning his head from side to side. "You get turned on from thinking that people are looking huh? You're so dirty".

"You shut up or I'll…"

"You'll what, Misaki? What are you going to do?" He paused suddenly, pulling himself almost out, just close enough for her to feel him but not close enough for pleasure. He drew long lines down her back, following the length of her spine, sending chills across her whole body.

"Just… stop talking and do me already." Her pleading voice was all it took for him to thrust into her once more. Each time he buried himself inside, her walls tighten and in turn his erection grew harder. "You feel so good…" She whimpered, as the solid length reach deep into her core.

"Oh Misaki, oh how you make me feel. I can never get enough of you." He turned his head slowly from side to side. "If I could, I'd spend my days buried inside you. I'll make love to you all day, I'll fill you up with my cum and make you mine."

Ahn… nnnghn… Her soft sobs sounded even more so in that quiet room. She felt so full, so completed, with him inside her. The way he pummels her was rough, but in a way that felt so raw, so unfiltered, and so real. And there was something so beautiful about it.

With each word that left his mouth, she became wetter and clench his shaft even more so. Almost naturally, she raised up her hips, putting more pressure on all the right spot. As she quakes and quivers to his thrusts, her previous concerns seems to disappear, just another frivolous passing thought. Suddenly she stopped caring about being seen. The moment that they're sharing right now was too good to pass up. The hot friction clouded over all her worries, bringing her nothing but lust. The skin to skin contact left them both writhing with desire for that mind breaking, thought shattering orgasm. To push themselves over the edge into freefall. To reach that end game, that final stage, that sudden surge of sensual sensation.

"Just as I thought, doing it at school really gets me excited" Usui husked, before guiding her back to face him as he entered her once more. With her arms around his neck, she raised up her leg and wrapped it snugly around his waist.

"You feel so good inside me…" She breathed as their forehead pressed together, their gaze fell down below to where they were joined.

As Usui began to move again, she let herself slip back into the warm ocean. Over and over again his thick length spurred vivid fire in her core. Each thrust so raw, so deep inside her.

He could feel her shallow breaths making his bangs flutter as he ghosted his fingertips over her neck, which were prickling with heat.

And as the current rises and the waves grew bigger, the young lover's heartbeat quickens. The constant rhythm of their clashing pleasure point was lost, as the earth stopped spinning and stutters on it's axis and time slows for them both.

Then came the frantic, frenzied, and feverish thrusts, as the pace accelerated. To do everything, vigorously, if not desperately to chase after that plateau of pleasure.

Misaki was first to taste the sweet elixir, her quakes and quivers like music to his ears. She pulsed once, twice, thrice, before letting out the smallest of whimper.

""I'm so close to…" Usui gritted his teeth, grasping her chin and tilting it up to face him. He pulled her waist close to meet his as he planted himself deep inside her. And in that moment that their eyes locked, he finishes.

That short period of melancholy, of transcendence into nothing and everything, of an expenditure of the life force, soon followed. It was as if they were both floating in deep waters, bathing in weightlessness. And the sensation shifted, as they felt themselves dissolving into pleasure and it's afterglow.

…

"You can't stop cumming today, can you?" Usui remarked, as she arched her body, still orgasming from the cream pie.

"What about you? You're not keeping your cum inside yourself very well." She moaned. "It's either on me or in me, dammit."

But he still wasn't done yet. There will always be more to indulge in.

"How about we do it in the park outside after this?"

...

I'm so sorry it took me so long, it was a combination of me forgetting that this exists and not having time in general. I'm so grateful to everyone that read this far. How has everyone been? Give me a few life updates! On my end, I've been busying myself with work. I've moved to a new place, and it's going great so far. I haven't watched much anime lately, there really isn't anything new that has caught my eye or struct an interest. I picked up a few korean dramas and I really like it!

Yours,

acs