Smut: 0- The Library

The Library.

She watched, as the tall, handsome husk of a man walked into the library, and past her. Her mind thinking of nothing but how she'd absolutely love to take his wet, grey shirt off, bite his neck, and fondle him in places not spoken about in public. Her eyes sparkled with nothing but sinful acts of lust that she could perform on him. Her daydream featured nothing but her body on top of his, ravishing each and every inch of each other's sweaty bodies. His silky brown curls on her pillow, her red locks entangled in his rough, and commanding hand. She was turned on simply by the thought of him.

She'd had enough. She walked over to his table with a determined and steady step, and dropped a crumpled-up paper in his notebook. "History Section. Meet me in 5." The boy didn't seem to understand it, but he did as he was told. He packed his bag and swiftly walked over to the History section of the library. Through the dust, he saw the pretty redhead in a dark corner. Her red hair tied into a ponytail; her black leather jacket wrapped tightly around her nervous body. She stared him, her dilated, bright green eyes filled with shame and horny disgust. Keeping her burning gaze on him, she brought her hand forward, and gestured towards him to make his way over to her. Her green orbs masked mystery, lust covering her features like mist, drawing the boy towards her. She gently took off her leather jacket, brushing her hair to the side, and smacked her wet lips, and stepped towards him, putting one leg between his.

"I am yours.", she declared. Silent muskiness making the hairs raise across his skin. "So do what you want with me. I'm your toy." She latched her fingers onto his shirt, pulling him towards her. "Your object." she lifted herself to his ears, her breath fanning over the lobe, "I want your lips, on every inch of my body." her voice came out, barely a whisper, the warmth enveloping him completely as she showered kisses behind his ear, lightly biting it. "I want you." Her lips kissed his burning skin, the soft red growing a forest of shivers down his neck, "To fuck me." She dragged her tongue down his neck. "I order you, to dominate me." She pressed her body against his, and slid her quivering, cold hands down his shirt.

He didn't make a move. She stepped back and stood in anticipation. She prayed that her sexual desires hadn't ruined everything for her.

Suddenly, his bag dropped. He pulled his arms out, and pushed her to the library wall. A slight smirk appeared on his face, his confidence reborn, as he pinned her to the library wall. His hips pressed against her waist, as he began to bite and suck her neck. Light moans escaped her mouth, as she enveloped his locks in her fingers. He placed his right hand on her waist, and held her in position so tight, she couldn't move a muscle. She didn't want to either. Her erratic breathing started to grow in pace as he continued his work down her neck, trailing to her long collar bones. She tugged on his hair, desperately begging for him to continue. He stopped for a second, and moved back. She looked at his chiselled face, the sharp jawline waiting for her lips, his eyes filled with pure, flaming lust. She felt his heavy breath on her forehead, his warm exhalation. She noticed his slightly palpitating chest moving, and her own too. Her forehead dripped with sweat, all the way to her cheeks and lips. She shivered and trembled with sheer, sinful ache for the boy in front of her.

He bit his lower lip, peeling off the skin, licked the edges of his mouth, and moved forward. He pressed against her warm body, forcing her to moan. He looked at her pale pink lips, perfectly shaped, and smooth. He couldn't resist any longer. He forced his lips onto hers, in a tight lock, and felt her wet tongue with his own. After what seemed like a long time, he let go. But she wouldn't. The minute he moved away, she grabbed his sweaty collar, and dragged him back on her.

She pulled on his blue silk tie, tightening around his sweaty neck, and dragged him on her. She grabbed his stiff wrist and moved it down to her hips. The boy got the message. He gently placed on hand on her bare shoulder, and stroked the other across her pulsating body, and on to her butt cheek. He fastened his manly, tight grip on it, causing her to let out a slutty moan in the process. The redhead let go of his tie and wrapped her arms around his neck in a firm hold, and brought him closer, and closer, until his horny, pleasurable breath was on her face. He dragged her towards himself by the rear, their bodies now in complete contact. Their lips now locked, their tongues fighting each other for dominance.

They wanted more. More pleasure.

They steadily paced towards a nearby table, covered with old, dusty textbooks about ancient civilisations, that were forcefully pushed off by the boy. He turned the two of them around, and threw the lustful lady on the table, while maintaining a kiss. He leaned forward, forcing her to bend backwards, touching the tabletop. He was soon on top of her. She stared, as the boy she'd been daydreaming of, lay on top of her shaking body, leaving little pecks on her collarbone. She was pinned down, her shoulders unable to move. She desperately tried to wriggle her way out of his grip, hoping to change positions. But she couldn't. His grip was firm on her. Her flesh being sucked by the boy's wet lips. Her lust and desire overcame her, as she stayed in the position the boy on top had chosen for her.

She raised her forearms and gently unbuttoned his tight shirt, revealing a sweaty body, rock hard pecs, exuding nothing but horniness and sinful desire. The boy got off her, and harshly removed his shirt, ripping it a bit at the seams. He didn't seem to care, and neither did she. She got up from the table in a blink and started taking her shirt off too. He boy simply stared. His lustful eyes widened, his mouth still open and crimson from the kissing, as he saw the black lace bra that the girl was wearing.

She stood up, and walked towards him slowly, making the wooden floor creak. She looked straight into the boy's eyes and let her hand move towards his crotch. Her fingers felt something poking out. She let out a giggle and grabbed the little zipper on his trousers. She pulled the zipper down slowly and quietly, and slid her fingers into his trousers, gently massaging his already erect dick. She squeezed it at the head, forcing the boy to let out a loud moan. "Shut the fuck up.", she hissed. The boy nodded in pale fear. She grabbed the elastic edges of his trousers, and slid them down, exposing his muscular, long legs. She grabbed his boxers from the front, and pulled them down, along with her, as she got down on her knees.

The boy let out another moan, as the redhead enveloped his throbbing, hard cock in her mouth, her swollen lips touching every single spot. His right arm reached out to her hair, grabbing and pulling on her locks with each thrust on his dick. She increased the pressure of her lips, as her tongue licked the head. The boy let out a pant, his lusty desires being fulfilled in front of his dilated, unbelieving eyes. He felt a sudden, heavy build-up in his abdomen, and hastily whispered to the girl, "I-I'm gonna-", but it was too late. He moaned out loud, and released thick, white streaks into the girl's mouth, as her eyes widened in surprise and shock.

They heard a voice from not too far, and started hearing loud footsteps, that increased in loudness second by second. The redhead shook her head vigorously, as she quickly put her shirt back on, and folded her jacket in a shabby manner. The boy managed to button up his shirt just as the librarian stepped in on the scene. She observed the two of them, a boy with messy hair, a wrinkled and half-tucked shirt, and a girl whose collar was undone, and lips red and swollen, roaming around in the untouched history section. She stared at them for a couple seconds and turned around. She walked back, and swiftly turned her head, and looked at the two of them again. Her left eye winked through her thick, round glasses, and she left with a smirk on her face. The boy simply looked at the girl once, and walked away slowly, hinting at her that he would be back, for more.

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