**Naïve Dima and Teasing Lily**

Dima was the kind of guy who blushed when Lily so much as brushed her fingers against his arm. We’d been dating for a few weeks, but he still got flustered every time I leaned too close or whispered something dirty in his ear. It was adorable—and way too fun to mess with.

Today, after class, I cornered him in the empty chemistry lab. The room smelled like disinfectant and chalk, but all I cared about was the way his throat bobbed when I stepped in front of the door, blocking his escape.

“Dima,” I purred, running my hands up his chest. “You look nervous.”

He swallowed hard, his big brown eyes wide. “L-Lily… someone could walk in.”

I grinned, slipping my fingers under his shirt. His skin was warm, his muscles tense under my touch. “So?” I pressed my hips against his, feeling the hard bulge in his jeans. “You don’t want me?”

His breath hitched. “Fuck, of course I do.”

I dropped to my knees in front of him so fast he gasped. My fingers worked his belt open, tugging his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It was already stiff, flushed pink against his stomach.

“You always get this hard for me?” I murmured, wrapping my fingers around him. He was thick, his skin velvety under my grip.

Dima groaned, his hands gripping the edge of the lab table behind him. “Fuck, Lily—”

I didn’t let him finish. I leaned in and licked a slow stripe up the underside of his cock before taking the head into my mouth. His hips jerked, and I held him down with one hand on his hip, smirking up at him.

“You gotta hold still, baby,” I teased, swirling my tongue around his tip before sinking down, taking him deeper. His cock hit the back of my throat, and I hummed, the vibration making him whimper.

Dima’s fingers tangled in my hair, not pushing, just holding on for dear life. “Fuck, your mouth—so good—”

I bobbed my head, sucking hard, hollowing my cheeks as I pulled back up. His cock glistened with my spit, and I stroked him with my hand while I licked and kissed along his shaft.

“Lily,” he choked out, “I’m—I’m close—”

I pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at him. “Not yet.” I stood up, shoving my skirt up around my waist. I wasn’t wearing panties—I’d planned this.

Dima’s eyes dropped to my bare pussy, his lips parting. “Jesus Christ.”

I climbed onto the lab table, spreading my legs. “Wanna taste me?”

He didn’t hesitate. He stepped between my thighs, his hands gripping my hips as he buried his face between my legs. His tongue was hot and rough against my clit, and I gasped, arching into him.

“Yes—right there, Dima, fuck—”

He licked into me, slow and deep, his tongue swirling around my clit before dipping inside my cunt. I moaned, rocking against his mouth, my fingers tightening in his hair.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned against me, his hands squeezing my ass.

I pulled his head back, panting. “Enough teasing. I need you inside me.”

Dima didn’t need to be told twice. He lined his cock up with my pussy, sliding into me in one smooth thrust. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he stretched me open.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled, his hips snapping forward.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. “Harder—please—”

Dima obeyed, his thrusts turning rough and desperate. The lab table creaked beneath us, but neither of us cared. His cock plunged in and out of me, hitting that perfect spot deep inside with every stroke.

“Gonna make you come,” he panted, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing tight circles.

I cried out, my whole body tensing as pleasure exploded through me. My pussy clenched around him, and Dima groaned, his hips stuttering.

“Fuck—Lily, I’m gonna—”

“Come inside me,” I gasped, pulling him closer.

His cock pulsed, spilling deep into me as he shuddered against me. We both panted, clinging to each other as we came down.

Dima pressed his forehead to mine, his lips curling into a dazed grin. “We’re gonna get expelled.”

I laughed, kissing him slow and deep. “Worth it.”