Classroom Shenanigans

FYI: Perspective change to Liam! Just to freshen it up a bit!

You barely have time to process what’s happening before you feel yourself getting yanked through the dimly lit hallway, Luna’s fingers locked around your wrist in a vice grip.

“Babe—babe—babe—babe—” You stumble slightly as she all but drags you forward, frantically reaching for door handles and peering through windows. “What the hell are we doing right now?”

She doesn’t even pause to answer, her breath coming in short, eager puffs as she tests another handle—locked.

“Looking for an open one,” she mutters, eyes scanning the long stretch of doors on the top floor of the old school building.

You groan, glancing around to make sure no one is in the hallway to see this. “Why?”

“Because I need to fuck you,” she says simply, yanking on another door.

“Jesus Christ—” You nearly trip. “We literally had sex this morning. This morning! You destroyed me! I still feel it, babe—I’m walking funny!”

“And yet here you are, still perfectly functional,” she says smoothly, finally grinning when the handle of the next door clicks open beneath her palm.

Your stomach drops. “Oh my God.”

“Oh my God,” she mocks playfully before shoving the door open, tugging you inside.

“Babe, no—”

“Babe, yes.”

You barely have time to breathe before she kicks the door shut behind you and immediately spins on her heel, reaching into the strap of her tote bag and tossing it onto the floor.

“Bag. Off,” she orders, eyes dark with need.

You let out a choked laugh, shaking your head even as you pull the strap off your shoulder and let your own bag drop beside hers. “You’re insatiable,” you mutter, but there’s a smirk playing at the corner of your lips.

“You’re just figuring that out?” She closes the distance between you, reaching up to curl her fingers into your hoodie and dragging you down into a hungry kiss.

You make a muffled noise against her lips, trying—failing—to resist as her hands slide up your chest, her body molding against yours like it was made to fit there.

“We always hear stories about people doing this,” she murmurs between kisses, tilting her head to deepen it, “fucking in classrooms, sneaking around school buildings, getting away with it—” She sucks lightly on your bottom lip, and you groan, your hands instinctively falling to her waist. “—And now, it’s gonna be us. It has to be us.”

You let out a strained laugh, your lips still moving against hers as you half-heartedly try to argue. “Babe, I am begging you—”

“Don’t beg me,” she purrs, nipping at your lip again. “Fuck me.”

Your hands tighten on her waist, your body already responding despite every logical part of your brain telling you that this is not a good idea.

“I swear to god,” you mutter between kisses, “I’m gonna start pleading with Aphrodite—either she increases my libido, or she reduces yours.”

Luna giggles, trailing her fingers up into your hair as she tilts her head back against your lips. “There’s a lot of things we could plead to Aphrodite about,” she teases. “Wanna start a list?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, your hands already roaming beneath the hem of her pleated skirt. “Number one: Get my girlfriend to stop trying to fuck me in public spaces.”

“Counter-offer: Let her fuck you in public spaces and make it the best sex of your life.”

You groan against her mouth, backing her up until she hits one of the desks, your fingers gripping at her hips, at her bare thighs, at the soft fabric of her stockings.

“What if we get caught?” you mumble against her lips, your breath hot and heavy.

She pauses—just long enough to flash you a devious smile.

“Then we’d offer to let them join in.”

You stare. Then you laugh, shaking your head as you kiss her again. “Damn, you’re kinky, babe.”

“So you’d let them?” she teases, her lips trailing along your jaw.

You exhale, sliding a hand further up her thigh, fingertips teasing just beneath the curve of her ass. “Yeah, I mean… it’d be hot, sure.” Then your voice drops into something softer, more serious. “But I don’t know if I wanna share you when I love you so much.”

She stills at that, just for a moment.

Then she smiles, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. “Oh, but you’re assuming that a guy would walk in.”

You smirk. “What, you think a girl’s gonna walk in on us?”

“Could be.”

You hum. “Well, in that case, it’s your decision to make.”

Luna grins, tracing her fingers lightly along the nape of your neck. “Hmmmm,” she muses, dragging the sound out before tilting her head up to whisper against your lips, “I think I would.”

Your breath hitches slightly.

Then you swear, capturing her lips in another deep, needy kiss, your hands sliding beneath her skirt to grip her ass, pulling her flush against you.

She moans softly against your mouth, tilting her hips just so, and you feel your last thread of restraint snap.

“You’re gonna be the **** of me,” you mutter.

“Then make it worth it,” she breathes.

The moment you feel your back hit the desk, hands gripping at your hoodie, breath coming hot and heavy, you realize you’ve already lost the fight. Not that you were really fighting. Not with her.

Not when Luna was looking at you like this—hungry, determined, eyes burning with the kind of need that could start a wildfire.

And then, in the blink of an eye, she drops to her knees right in front of you.

"Oh, fuck—"

Her fingers are already tugging at your waistband, yanking your pants and boxers down in one swift movement. Your cock springs free, finally escaping the confines of fabric, and the moment the cool air hits it, it’s immediately replaced by warmth.

Wet, soft, perfect warmth.

"Shit— oh, fuck, yes," you groan as Luna takes you into her mouth, her plump, painted lips already wrapped snugly around your length, the remnants of lipstick completely ruined from your earlier **** makeout.

The sight alone makes your stomach clench—her on her knees, looking up at you through thick lashes, those big, beautiful eyes staring right at you as she bobs her head along your length, her blonde locks spilling down over her shoulders like silk.

God, she’s fucking breathtaking.

And yours.

For now, at least.

The thought is buried just as quickly as it surfaces because fuck, she’s enthusiastic—her tongue swirling around your tip, her lips gliding down your shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks. Each movement, each caress, each squeeze of her fingers at the base sends jolts of pleasure rocketing through you, so intense that your knees almost buckle.

Your hands instinctively find their way into her hair, fingers threading through the soft strands. You’re not guiding her—she doesn’t need guidance. You’re just holding, steadying yourself, anchoring to something because she’s making you feel like you might just fucking collapse.

"Jesus Christ, Luna—"

A little hum vibrates around your cock, sending a fresh pulse of pleasure up your spine, and then—then she takes you deeper.

"Oh, fuck—"

Her lips slide lower. And lower. And lower.

She’s pushing herself—taking more of you, sucking harder, her hands gripping your thighs as her head bobs in perfect rhythm. It’s messy, it’s ****, it’s everything she is in moments like this—hungry for you, unashamed in her desire, in her craving for more.

Your breath shudders as the first involuntary gag slips from her throat.

"Shit—"

She loves pushing that limit, loves testing how much of you she can take, and when she does it again—when she lets herself **** just a little, her throat constricting around your tip before she pulls back, gasping for air with strings of slick saliva connecting her lips to your cock—you almost lose it.

"Goddamn," you breathe, gripping her hair a little tighter, barely resisting the urge to thrust.

Fuck.

You don’t think you could ever get used to this—how absolutely insatiable she is. How she always initiates first, always sets the pace, and always makes you feel like an absolute fucking idiot for even considering resisting her in the first place.

You should’ve known better.

You should always just say yes.

"Glug glug glug glug—"

The obscene sounds come out involuntarily, her mouth sloppy as she takes you down again, her saliva dripping from her lips, coating your cock in slick, shiny proof of her eagerness.

She pulls off with a wet, messy pop, her lips shiny with spit, breath heavy as she looks up at you, eyes dark, lips curling into a smirk.

"Think you’re ready to fuck me now?" she teases, licking the slick from her lips.

Your stomach tightens. Your cock twitches.

_Yeah. _It’s fucking time.

The moment Luna stands, you don’t hesitate.

Your hands find her waist, fingers digging into the soft curves of her hips, and with one firm motion, you turn her around and press her down onto the desk.

"Oh?" She giggles, her voice playful, teasing, but there’s an unmistakable breathlessness to it—an edge of anticipation.

You lean in close, your chest against her back, your lips brushing just below her ear. "You wanna start something in a classroom, baby? Then I’m fucking you just like this."

A little shiver runs through her.

God, she loves this.

She lives for moments like this—when you take control, when you manhandle her just the right way, when you don’t waste time stripping her down but instead just use what she’s wearing to your advantage.

And fuck, you love it too.

Your hands slide down, fingers skimming along the edge of her pleated skirt before flipping it up, exposing the black stockings clinging to her thighs and the tiny little panties hugging her ass.

You groan. "Fuck, Luna."

Her ass looks so good, round and perfect and practically made for this position, her back arched instinctively, presenting herself to you without even needing to be told.

You run your hand over the soft fabric of her panties, palming her, feeling the heat radiating from between her thighs. She whimpers softly at the contact, pressing back into your hand, and you smirk. "Already this wet?"

"Mmm… maybe I’ve been thinking about this all class."

Jesus Christ.

You hook a finger under the thin waistband of her panties and drag them aside, exposing her soaked, glistening folds. The contrast between her delicate lace underwear and the raw, needy wetness beneath it makes something primal stir in you.

"Fucking hell, babe."

You grip your cock, already hard and slick from her mouth, and run the tip against her entrance, coating yourself in her arousal. She tenses, a sharp breath escaping her, her fingers gripping the edges of the desk.

"Hurry up," she whines, pushing back against you, ****. "Come on, Liam—"

You don’t make her wait. You thrust.

"Ohhh—fuck!"

Her gasp echoes through the empty classroom as you sink inside, stretching her open in one smooth, deep motion. She’s so fucking tight—hot and wet and gripping you perfectly, her body molding around you like she was made for you.

"Oh my god—" She shudders, forehead resting against the desk. "You’re so deep already—"

"That’s what happens when you bend over for me like a good girlfriend."

You pull back—just enough to feel her walls clench in protest—before slamming back inside, knocking a sharp, **** moan out of her.

Fuck, that sound. That fucking sound.

You can feel yourself slipping—losing every ounce of restraint as you set a steady, relentless pace, your hips snapping forward, your cock driving into her again and again. Each thrust rocks her against the desk, her hands scrambling for purchase, her body taking every inch of you with greedy, **** need.

"Oh, fuck, fuck— oh god, Liam—"

"You like this?" you pant, gripping her hips tighter, pulling her back onto you with every thrust. "You like being bent over this desk and fucked like this?"

"Yes—!" she cries, voice high, wrecked with pleasure. "Yes, oh my god, Liam—"

Her walls squeeze around you, hot and wet, and you can hear it—the slick, filthy sounds of your cock plunging in and out of her, her arousal dripping, coating you, making every thrust impossibly smooth.

You lean over her, pressing your chest against her back again, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "You’re so fucking perfect," you murmur, voice rough, breath hot against her skin. "So tight. So wet. You feel like heaven, baby."

She whimpers, her body trembling beneath you. "I— I love you—"

Your heart lurches.

"I love you too," you groan, kissing her shoulder, sucking a mark into her skin as you drive into her harder, deeper, making her scream.

God, you want this moment to last forever.

You want her to last forever.

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

It hits you all over again, like it always does, like it has to every time you see her like this—bent over for you, back arched just right, her body made for pleasure, made for you.

Your hands tighten on her waist as you thrust into her, your fingers pressing into soft, supple skin. Every part of her is something to be worshiped, something to be appreciated—and damn if you aren’t grateful for every single inch.

Her waist, narrow and perfect beneath your grip, curves so beautifully outward into hips that fit in your hands like they were meant to be there. The way they shift and move with every thrust, the way she rolls them back into you, **** for more, it’s mesmerizing.

Her ass, oh god, her ass.

Plump, round, perfect—it bounces with every thrust, each smack of your hips against her flesh sending a ripple through it. You can’t stop watching. You don’t want to stop watching. It’s a fucking work of art, the way it moves, the way it claps against you, the way it looks with your cock disappearing between her thighs over and over again.

"God, your ass, Luna—" You groan, your hands sliding down to grab a handful, squeezing, spreading her apart just to see the way she’s swallowing you whole. "It’s fucking perfect."

"Mmmnn—!" She moans, breathless, and pushes back against you, encouraging you, spoiling you with her body, her affection, her everything. "Y-you really— like it?"

You laugh breathlessly. "Like it? Baby, I might fucking write poetry about it."

She giggles between moans, and fuck, even that is sexy.

And then there’s her tits.

You can’t see them from this angle, but you know—you remember how they looked in that tight top she wore this morning, how soft and heavy they've felt in your hands, how sensitive she was when you squeezed and played with them.

God, they must be bouncing with every thrust, her nipples brushing against the fabric of her top, probably making her extra sensitive—extra needy.

Right now, though, you can’t stop staring at the sheer obscenity of this angle—your cock driving into her, your grip on her hips, the curve of her back, the way her thighs press together as she clenches around you, trying to hold you in deeper.

And the sounds.

Not just her moans, not just your groans, but the filthy, unmistakable clapping of skin on skin, of your crotch smacking against her plump ass, loud and sharp in the silence of the empty classroom.

You both hear it. You both know exactly how loud it is.

"Holy shit," you pant between thrusts, "someone outside is definitely hearing this and knows exactly what’s happening."

Luna giggles between breathy moans. "You think—?"

SMACK SMACK SMACK

"Ohhh fuuuck—" She gasps, hands gripping the desk, her legs trembling. "Y-yeah, they probably do—"

You can’t help but laugh. "If they’re walking by and hearing this, they know this is sex, babe. There’s no other sound this could be."

"Well…" She moans, voice sultry, "if they don’t know yet, let’s make it so they do."

Jesus Christ.

She clenches around you, her body tightening, her ass bouncing with every impact, and fuck—fuck, you’re so close.

"Oh fuck, Luna—" You groan, your pace faltering as you feel the pressure in your core tightening, that electric heat winding its way up your spine. "I— I’m gonna—"

"Do it," she breathes, head turning just enough to look at you over her shoulder, eyes dark with lust. "Cum inside me, Liam— I want it—fill me up—"

And that’s it. That’s all it takes.

With one last, deep thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt, your body tensing, your fingers digging into her hips as you let out a guttural, **** groan.

Heat floods through you, pleasure crashing down like a tidal wave as you cum deep inside her, pumping every last drop into her tight, trembling body.

"Mmmnnn—" Luna whimpers, shivering, her walls milking every last drop from you, her body soaking in your pleasure, relishing it, owning it.

Fuck.

This girl.

This fucking girl.

You sag over her, panting against her shoulder, feeling her warmth, feeling her heartbeat hammering in sync with yours.

How the hell did you get so lucky?

Author's Note: Woah, classroom sex? What is this, a 16-year-olds favorite fantasy porn? Haha, I'm still curious to hear what you think in the comments! Let me know, and thanks for reading!