Just the beginning...😈

"Another day at University, another mask to wear. Thick glasses, oversized sweaters, meek demeanor - my carefully crafted disguise. It works, maybe too well. The whispers, the mocking glances - I'm the 'loser', the 'virgin nerd'. If only they knew... Among the sea of judgmental faces, there's always one that stands out. Always ready with a taunt or a prank. Just another bully, or so I thought."

"It happened in a split second. I was alone in the classroom after classes done, thinking everyone had left. I took off my glasses to wipe the fog away, and then I heard a sharp intake of breath. I turned to see the bully in the doorway, eyes wide with recognition. 'Shit... you're that idol who made your fan pregna-'"

"In a flash, I was across the room, hand over their mouth. My eyes, unobscured by the thick lenses, blazed with an intensity that shattered my facade." "Not. Another. Word," "I hissed, my voice carrying a command."

Riven removes his hand from Fumiko's mouth and takes a step back, his eyes still holding that commanding intensity. He crosses his arms over his chest and appraises her with a critical eye, taking in the way her curves fill out her schoolgirl outfit. "Well, well, well," he says slowly, drawing out each word. "Looks like you were quite eager to see what was under my sweater, huh?"

A slow smirk spreads across Riven's lips as he tilts his head to the side, watching Fumiko's reaction. "Tell me," he drawls, "are you always so brazen? Or is it just me that gets you all hot and bothered?" Riven begins to unbutton his oversized sweater, revealing a tight-fitting undershirt that hugs every curve of his muscular chest. His fingers move slowly, deliberately, tracing the outline of each button before sliding it free.

Riven chuckles, his eyes still fixed on Fumiko's curvy figure. "Cute, huh? I'll take it." He adjusts his glasses and clears his throat. "As for why I'm hiding here, well, let's just say I have my reasons. And as for danger, well," he smiles slyly, "I'm pretty good at taking care of myself."

He takes a step forward, closing the distance between them. "But enough about that," he says, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone. "Let's talk about you." Riven reaches out a hand and brushes a stray strand of hair from Fumiko's face, his touch lingering just long enough to send shivers down her spine. "You've got a wild side, don't you? I can see it in your eyes." He leans in closer, his breath hot against Fumiko's cheek. "And I bet you're dying to show me what you're capable of."

Riven laughs softly, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Is that so? Well, you certainly got a reaction out of me, didn't you?" He leans back slightly, his hand still resting on Fumiko's cheek. "But you know what they say about curiosity, don't you?"

His fingers trail down her cheek and brush lightly against the curve of her neck. "It killed the cat." His voice drops to a low murmur. "But in your case, I think it might be worth the risk."

Riven steps even closer, pressing his body against Fumiko's. He slides one arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he whispers in her ear. "Do you really want to leave here without finding out what I can do?"

Riven's eyes flash with a mixture of annoyance and sadness as Fumiko mentions the accusations leveled against him in the past. But just as quickly, his expression smooths out into a seductive smile. "Ah, so you've heard about that, have you?" he murmurs, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Fumiko's waist. "I can see why it would intrigue you."

He tilts his head back slightly, allowing Fumiko to tug on his hair. "But don't believe everything you hear," he says, his voice low and teasing. "As for getting you pregnant, well..." He trails off, leaving the statement hanging in the air.

Riven moves his lips close to Fumiko's ear, breathing softly. "Would you like me to? Would you like me to take you right here and make you mine?" His free hand slides up the curve of her back, pulling her even closer to him.

Riven's expression softens slightly at Fumiko's apology, his hand still resting on her waist. "It's alright," he says quietly. "I understand why you were curious."

As she asks him about his reaction to her teasing, Riven chuckles softly. "Mad?" he repeats. "Why would I get mad? You were just a kid trying to have some fun." He reaches up and brushes a strand of hair out of Fumiko's eyes. "Besides, it's not worth getting upset over something like that."

He steps back slightly, still holding onto her waist. "But let's not talk about the past, hmm?" he says, his voice low and seductive. "Let's focus on the present." His fingers trail down her spine, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. "And the future. The future we could have together."

Riven chuckles softly at Fumiko's outburst, his hand still resting on her waist. "Alright, alright, you're not a kid," he says, his voice teasing. "You're a woman now, huh?" He leans in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "And a damn beautiful one at that."

As for her other questions, Riven shrugs nonchalantly. "Why wouldn't I be interested in you?" he asks. "You're smart, sexy, and you're not afraid to go after what you want." He steps back slightly, holding onto Fumiko's hips as he looks into her eyes. "And as for what would have happened if you hadn't been nosy..." He pauses for a moment, considering. "Who knows? Maybe I would have had to make the first move myself."

Riven smirks, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Fumiko's hips. "But I'm glad you decided to come check up on me. Otherwise, I might never have realized how badly I want you."

Riven smirks, his eyes flashing with a mixture of amusement and desire as he hears Fumiko's words. "Oh really?" he murmurs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. "Well, I'm glad you think so."

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against hers as he speaks. "But you haven't seen anything yet," he whispers, before kissing her deeply, his tongue probing at her lips.

Riven's hands slide up Fumiko's sides, tracing the curves of her body as he pulls her even closer to him. His kiss is fierce and demanding, his passion unmistakable as he ravages her mouth.

When he pulls away, his eyes are dark with desire. "So," he breathes, his voice low and seductive. "Do you still want me to be aggressive and bossy with you?"

Riven chuckles into Fumiko's mouth as she returns his kiss with equal fervor. His hands roam over her body, tracing every curve and contour as he pulls her even closer to him.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, Riven steps back slightly, pulling Fumiko along with him. He leads her to a nearby desk, sweeping everything off of it with one swift movement before laying her down on the smooth surface.

With a hungry growl, Riven moves in, his hands roaming over Fumiko's body as he kisses her passionately. His fingers dip beneath her shirt, tracing the line of her bra as he teases her nipples to attention.

As they continue to explore each other's bodies, Riven grows more and more aggressive, his desire building with every passing moment. "You're mine," he growls, biting down on Fumiko's neck. "All mine."

Riven chuckles as Fumiko grabs the hem of his undershirt, pulling it off his body. "Impatient, aren't we?" he says with a smirk.

He leans in closer to her, his lips brushing against hers as he reaches down and takes hold of the bottom of her shirt, teasingly tugging on it. "And here I thought you liked it when I was aggressive," he murmurs.

With one quick movement, Riven pulls Fumiko's shirt over her head, tossing it aside as he admires the sight before him. Her voluptuous curves are barely contained by her lacy bra, and he can see her nipples straining against the delicate fabric.

Leaning down, Riven takes one of Fumiko's nipples between his teeth, biting down gently as he teases her with his tongue. His hand moves down to her skirt, trailing teasingly along the smooth skin of her thigh. "You know what I want?" he murmurs, looking up at her with a wicked grin. "I want to fuck you right here, on this desk."

Riven chuckles at Fumiko's impatience, his hands roving over her curves as he takes in the sight of her laying on the desk before him. "Alright," he says with a smirk. "No need to be so pushy."

With one swift movement, Riven removes Fumiko's bra, tossing it aside as he admires the sight of her bare chest. Her nipples are hard and swollen, begging for his attention.

Leaning down, Riven takes one nipple between his teeth, biting down gently as he teases it with his tongue. His hand moves down to her skirt, sliding beneath it to brush against the soft skin of her inner thighs.

He pulls back slightly, looking up at Fumiko with a wicked grin. "Are you ready for this?" he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "Are you ready for me to take you right here, on this desk?" Without waiting for her response, he kisses her fiercely, his passion building as he prepares to claim her as his own.

Riven moans softly as Fumiko reaches between them, fumbling with his pants to release his cock. "Oh god," he breathes, shuddering at the touch of her hand on his hard length.

As Fumiko strokes him softly, Riven's eyes roll back in his head, pleasure coursing through his body. "Fuck," he groans. "You feel so good."

At Fumiko's teasing comment about his size, Riven chuckles softly. "It'll fit," he says with a smirk. "Don't worry about that." He watches intently as Fumiko strokes him, feeling the slickness of her thumb against the head of his cock.

As their kiss grows deeper, Riven feels himself growing harder and harder, his desire building to an almost unbearable level. "Are you ready?" he murmurs against her lips. "Ready for me to take you right here, on this desk?"

Riven groans at Fumiko's touch and her command, feeling his desire burning hotly in his veins. He kisses her fiercely, devouring her mouth as he feels her running the head of his cock through her wet folds, teasing him to no end.

As Fumiko slowly pushes herself towards him, Riven's eyes roll back in his head, pleasure coursing through his body. "Fuck," he moans softly. "You're so wet."

With one swift movement, Riven thrusts himself deep inside of Fumiko, burying himself to the hilt as they both gasp in pleasure. He starts moving inside of her with slow, deep strokes, savoring the feel of her tightness around him.

As their bodies move together, Riven becomes lost in a haze of pleasure, his desire building to an almost unbearable level. "You feel so good," he murmurs against her lips. "So fucking good."

Riven grunts as Fumiko begs him to go harder, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he starts pounding into her relentlessly. The desk shakes beneath them, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room.

He watches as Fumiko reaches up to grab one of her breasts, moaning and whimpering in pleasure. Riven can feel her walls clenching around him, tightening as she gets closer and closer to orgasm.

As she reaches down to start rubbing her clit, Riven groans, feeling his own desire building to an almost unbearable level. He speeds up his thrusts, slamming into her with even more force, his fingers digging into her flesh.

"Don't stop," he growls, his voice low and hoarse. "I'm not gonna stop until I make you come so hard you can't walk straight."

Riven grins, his eyes flashing with triumph as Fumiko screams out his name, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. He continues to slam into her, feeling his own desire building to a fever pitch.

As she tries to catch her breath, Riven wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly against him as he fucks her with renewed vigor. He can feel her walls clenching around him, trying to milk every last drop of pleasure from him.

"I'm gonna come," he growls, his voice low and hoarse. "And when I do, it's gonna be like nothing you've ever felt before."

Riven's grin grows wider as he feels Fumiko's body start to tremble once more. He leans in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispers, "Let go, baby. Let me feel you come all over me again."

As she wraps her arms around his neck, Riven feels a surge of power and possessiveness wash over him. He leans back slightly, his eyes locked on hers as he fucks her with renewed intensity.

"Come for me," he growls, his voice husky with desire. "Come all over my cock. Make me feel like the king of the world."

With those words, Fumiko's body shatters beneath him, her screams echoing through the room as she climaxes yet again. Riven follows suit, his own release sending waves of pleasure coursing through him as he bursts inside her.

Riven wraps his arms around Fumiko, holding her close as she pants and catches her breath. He kisses the top of her head, feeling a sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over him.

"Good girl," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "You're so good at this."

As she rests on his shoulder, Riven can feel her body still trembling with pleasure. He holds her tightly against him, savoring the feeling of having her in his arms.

"We should probably get out of here," he says eventually, his voice gentle. "Before we get caught."

Fumiko nods, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah... okay."

With a sigh, Riven slowly pulls out of her, his cock slick with her juices. He gently lifts her off the desk, cradling her in his arms as he stands up.

"I'll take you back to your dorm," he says, his voice soft. "And then I'll have to go."

Riven nods, his eyes scanning the room to make sure they're alone. Satisfied that they're clear, he begins to walk out of the classroom, Fumiko still cradled in his arms.

As they move through the empty hallways, Riven can feel Fumiko's body relaxing against him, her exhaustion and satiation evident in her limp limbs. He carries her with ease, his strength and power evident in his movements.

They reach the dormitory, and Riven sets Fumiko down on her bed, smoothing out her rumpled clothes as he does so. His eyes linger on her, a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness in their depths.

"Get some rest," he whispers, his voice low and husky. "I'll come see you later."

Fumiko nods, her eyes already drooping shut. She murmurs something incomprehensible, her words slurred by sleep. Riven smiles, his eyes flashing with satisfaction.

He turns to leave, but pauses at the door. "And Fumiko?" he says, his voice low.

She opens her eyes, looking up at him with a sleepy gaze. "Yeah?" she whispers.

"You're mine," Riven says, his voice cold and hard. "Don't forget it."

Riven's eyes flash with amusement as he watches Fumiko sit up and frown at him. He chuckles, the sound low and husky, before his expression turns serious.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he says, his voice smooth and reassuring. "You're mine, just like I'm yours. We're exclusive, Fumiko. Don't you ever forget it."

He pauses, his eyes burning with intensity as he looks at her. "I'll make sure you never forget it," he adds, his voice dropping to a whisper.

With that, Riven turns and exits the dormitory, leaving Fumiko to her sleep. But his words linger in her mind, echoing through her thoughts like a promise.