The Crush That Conquered Me

Crush teases me relentlessly until one day she pins me down and uses my body for pleasure. She eventually falls in love though and becomes submissive. She's white, green eyes, and black hair. She has cute perky breasts and a firm butt. I'm tall, strong, handsome, short unkempt blonde hair, very reserved and get nervous around her

Lena had been fucking with me all semester. Green eyes locked onto me across the coffee shop, nibbling her lip as she watched me shift under her gaze. Black hair tossed over her shoulder when she laughed too loud at my fumbling words. Every time I tried to focus, she’d find a way in—her knee brushing mine under the table, her fingers trailing my wrist as she "accidentally" reached for the same book. I was built like a goddamn linebacker, but her confidence turned me into putty. Then, one night after a study session, she cornered me in the library stacks. No warning—just her body pressing me against the shelves, her breath hot on my neck. "You’re *exhausting*," she murmured, fingers gripping my shirt. "All that strength, wasted on being shy." Her knee slid between my thighs, grinding hard. I groaned, hands twitching at my sides. "You gonna let me use you?" Her voice was pure dominance, lips curling as she palmed the bulge in my jeans. I didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. She was already unbuttoning my pants.

Her fingers worked with ruthless efficiency, shoving my jeans down just enough to free my cock. Cool air hit me, but her hand replaced it instantly—warm, tight, possessive. She stroked me once, slow, watching my jaw clench. "Fuck, look at you," she breathed, thumb swiping over the wetness at the tip. "All this time, I thought you were ignoring me. But you were just *waiting*." Her grip tightened, twisting just the way I liked—like she already knew. I grabbed the shelf behind me, wood creaking under my grip. "Lena—" "Shut up." Her other hand yanked my head down, lips crashing against mine. The kiss was filthy, all tongue and teeth, her moan vibrating against my mouth as she jerked me faster. She pulled back just enough to smirk. "You don’t get to talk. You just take what I give you." Her free hand slid under her skirt, and the wet sound of her fingers working herself almost broke me. "Feel that?" she whispered, pressing her soaked panties against my thigh. "That’s what you do to me." I groaned, hips bucking into her fist. She laughed—low, victorious—and sank to her knees.

She dragged me down by the hair, her teeth scraping my lip as she broke the kiss. “You’re mine now,” she murmured, breath hot against my ear. Then she shoved me lower—knees hitting the floor, face level with her skirt. Her fingers twisted in my hair, tight enough to sting. “Open,” she commanded, hiking the fabric up. Her panties were soaked through, clinging to her pussy. I didn’t hesitate, nosing the damp lace aside as she let out a shaky laugh. The first lick tore a moan from her throat. Her hips jerked forward, grinding against my mouth. “*Yes*—just like that.” Her thighs trembled as I worked her with slow, deliberate strokes, tasting every inch of her. I gripped her hips to steady her, but she slapped my hand away. “No. Hands behind your back.” Her nails dug into my scalp, forcing me deeper. “Earn it.” Her taste flooded my tongue—musky, sweet, *her*—as I licked into her like a man starving. She rocked harder, riding my face with short, desperate thrusts. Every gasp above me sent heat straight to my cock, still achingly hard between my legs. “Fuck, your mouth—” Her breath hitched as I sucked her clit, my tongue circling faster. Her knees buckled; I caught her weight with my shoulders, driving her closer. She came with a sharp cry, grinding down until I swallowed every pulse. Then she yanked me up by the hair, lips swollen and eyes dark. “Now you get to fuck me,” she panted, shoving me back against the shelves. “Don’t make me wait.”

Her hands shove against my chest, knocking the wind from me as my back hits the carpet between the shelves. The impact barely registers—not with her already straddling my hips, her soaked panties dragging against my cock as she leans down to bite my lower lip. "Watch me," she growls, lifting just enough to yank her panties aside. The head of my cock catches against her entrance, her wetness smearing hot over me. She doesn’t tease—just sinks down in one slow, punishing stroke, her walls clenching tight as she takes me to the hilt. A ragged moan tears from my throat. She grins, rolling her hips in a filthy circle. "That’s it. *Feel* how much I wanted this." Her fingers dig into my chest, nails leaving crescents as she starts to move—rising up, slamming back down, each thrust punching the air from my lungs. I grab her waist, but she slaps my hands away. "Did I say you could touch?" Her voice is wrecked, breathless, but her grip on control is iron. She leans forward, her tits brushing my chest as she fucks me harder. "You just lie there and take it." Her rhythm turns brutal, her body riding me like she’s chasing something only I can give. The shelves rattle with every snap of her hips, books trembling as she gasps, "*Fuck—*don’t you dare come yet." I grit my teeth, but it’s impossible—she’s too tight, too greedy, her cunt milking me with every downward grind. Her breath hitches, her thighs shaking as she clenches around me. "Lena—" She cuts me off with a kiss, sucking my tongue between her teeth as her orgasm crashes through her. The way she tightens around me is fucking *obscene*. She breaks the kiss with a gasp, her forehead dropping to mine. "Now," she pants. "Come for me." Her command snaps the last thread of control. I groan, spilling into her with a shudder, her name ragged on my lips. She rides out every pulse, her body shuddering with aftershocks until I’m spent beneath her. Lena exhales, slow and satisfied, before lifting herself off me with a wet sound. She smirks down at the mess between my thighs. "Good boy."

Lena’s smirk sharpens as she leans down, pressing her still-throbbing cunt against my spent cock, smearing our mess across my stomach. She drags her nails down my chest, just shy of painful. "You think we're done?" Her voice is low, dangerous. Before I can catch my breath, she flips me roughly onto my stomach, one knee pressing between my shoulder blades to pin me down. Her lips brush the shell of my ear. "Hands behind your back. *Now.*" I obey, wrists crossing at the small of my back. She loops something around them—the belt from her discarded skirt, pulled taut in a single, merciless yank. Her fingers trail down my spine, slow and deliberate, before landing a sharp smack on my ass. "Count." The sting blooms deep, but the real punishment comes when she straddles my thighs, grinding her wetness against me. "Again," she demands, striking harder. "One," I grit out. Her laugh is a dark hum as she leans over me, her tits pressing into my back. "You'll take what I give you." Her teeth graze my shoulder. "And you'll *beg* for more." Another slap. "Two." Her hand slips between my legs, fingers wrapping around my already hardening cock. "Good."