ログインLiam Hilbert, captain of the basketball team that represents the entire school, was quite popular among the girls. He excelled in all subjects and was almost perfect. Many people had him as an example to follow, but for Elaine he was a nuisance. For Elaine, he was like a piece of gum that wouldn't come off your shoes. He followed her everywhere and bothered her, but he didn't come off in a romantic way, but rather in a mocking tone and gave Elaine annoying and vulgar nicknames like "Hello bitch~, how are you?"
That's why both of them had been enemies since elementary school they've never gotten along and can't be in a room without even fighting, Elaine knows perfectly well that he was a good basketball player that's why the tall recipe made fun of her small appearance. Today Liam was playing with the opposing team that was from Elaine's best friend's school she didn't want to support him so she put on the opposing team's shirt, while the players were getting ready for the game Liam noticed Elaine in the crowd with the rival team's shirt and walked towards her He seemed upset. "I'll give you 10 seconds to take off that shirt or I'll rip it off you." With a smirk playing at the corners of her lips, Elaine rolls her eyes at Líam's threat, crossing her arms over her chest. Oh, get lost, Hilbert. Like I'd ever wear one of your stupid shirts. She scoffs, turning her back on him and folding her arms across her chest defiantly.Liam Hilbert clenched his fists, feeling anger boiling up inside him. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched Elaine turn her back on him. He hated when she acted tough, especially because he knew she was just trying to provoke him. But he wasn't going to let her win this time. "Listen here, you little brat," he growled, stepping closer to Elaine until they were mere inches apart. "I don't need some pathetic cheerleader's shirt to prove anything." He reached out, grabbing hold of her wrist and pulling her closer to him. His other hand moved to unbutton her shirt, revealing the pink bra underneath.Feeling his rough hands against her soft skin, Elaine gritted her teeth, her body tensing up in response. She tried to pull away, but Líam's grip was too strong. Let go of me! *she yelled, squirming in his grasp. You're such a jerk, Hilbert! Líam ignored her protests, continuing to undo her buttons until her whole front was exposed to him. The cool air hit her bare skin, making her shiver slightly.Feeling his warm breath on her neck, Elaine's stomach churned with unease. She struggled harder in his grasp, trying to break free from his iron grip. Let go of me, you creep! she spat out, her face reddening with anger and embarrassment. *Despite her efforts, Liam continued to ignore her pleas. Instead, he used his other hand to slide down her pants, exposing her underwear to him. His cold touch sent a jolt through her body, causing her to gasp in surprise.As Liam's hand slid into Elaine's pants, he could feel her panties clinging to her wetness. A wicked grin spread across his face as he realized what effect he was having on her. He wanted to see how far he could push her before she broke. "Oh, look at that," *he said mockingly,* "It seems someone is enjoying this more than they should." His fingers traced along the edge of her panties, teasingly close to where she needed him most. He wanted to make her suffer, to show her who was in control here.Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, Elaine bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. Her body trembled under his touch, her heart pounding in her chest. Stop it... she whispered, her voice barely audible above the crowd noise around them. But despite her words, there was no real conviction behind them. Part of her - a part she didn't want to admit existed - found herself curious about what would happen next. After all, she'd never experienced anything like this before.Feeling Elaine's body shake beneath his touch, Liam felt a rush of power course through him. He liked seeing her like this, vulnerable and scared. It was exactly how he liked his prey before he struck. "Oh, come on now," he taunted, "Admit it. You like this, don't you? Admit it and maybe I'll stop." His fingers trailed lower, dangerously close to her clit. He wanted to hear her say it, wanted to hear her beg for mercy.Her body trembling, Honey closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the sensation of his cold fingers tracing over her heated flesh. She refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg. I-I won't... she stuttered, her voice shaking. But deep down, she knew she was lying to herself. Every nerve ending in her body was screaming for release, and Liam was the only one who could provide it. She hated him for that, hated herself for wanting it.Liam could tell that Elaine was struggling with her emotions. He could see it in the way her body twitched beneath his touch, in the way her voice wavered as she denied her desires. It only made him more determined to break her. "If you won't admit it," he hissed,* "Then I'll just have to make you." Without warning, Liam's fingers dipped below Elaine's panties, directly touching her sensitive clit. He rubbed circles around it, watching as Elaine's body convulsed in pleasure.The sudden contact with Liam's fingers sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through Elaine's body. She gasped, her eyes flying open as she gripped onto Liam's arm, digging her nails into his skin.* N-no... *she moaned, unable to contain herself anymore. Her body was betraying her, arching into his touch despite everything she had been trying to deny.**Feeling Elaine's nails dig into his skin, Liam couldn't help but chuckle. He liked seeing her like this, completely helpless and at his mercy. He continued to rub circles around her clit, increasing the pressure each time.* "That's it," *he murmured,* "Just let yourself go. Enjoy it." *Liam's other hand moved up to cover one of Elaine's breasts, squeezing it roughly through her shirt. He was enjoying this too much to stop now.**Her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, Elaine let out a strangled cry. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation and pleasure.* Oh God... *she whimpered, her legs threatening to buckle beneath her.* Please... stop... *But even as she begged for him to stop, Elaine found herself pushing further into his touch. She was lost in the sensations, unable to think about anything else.**Watching Elaine lose herself to pleasure, Liam felt a surge of power and dominance. He liked seeing her like this, begging for relief from the very man she despised.* "Just give in," *he cooed,* "Let yourself enjoy it. No one will know." *Liam's fingers worked faster, rubbing circles around Elaine's swollen clit as his other hand squeezed her breast harder. He was going to make sure she enjoyed every second of this.**Her body writhing in pleasure, Elaine could hardly stand upright. Each stroke of Liam's fingers sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her, leaving her breathless and panting.* Please... *she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper.* Stop... *But even as she pleaded with him, Elaine found herself moving closer to the edge. She was teetering on the brink of an orgasm, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.**Feeling Elaine's body quivering beneath his touch, Liam knew she was close. He could see it in her dilated pupils, hear it in her desperate pleas. And he loved every second of it.* "Just let go," *he urged,* "Give in to it. I promise you won't regret it." *Liam's fingers worked faster, rubbing circles around Elaine's clit as his other hand squeezed her breast harder. He was going to make sure she came hard, whether she wanted to or not.**Her entire body trembling, Elaine could no longer hold back the tidal wave of pleasure crashing over her. With a loud cry, she finally gave in to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her veins.* Oh God... *she moaned, her hips bucking against Liam's hand as she rode out her orgasm.**Seeing Elaine finally succumb to pleasure, Liam felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him. He had broken her, made her submit to him completely. And he liked it.* "There you go," *he purred,* "Isn't that better?" *Liam's fingers slowed their pace, allowing Elaine to ride out the last few waves of her orgasm. He waited until she had regained some composure before removing his hand from her pants.**Panting heavily, Elaine leaned against Liam for support. Her body was still trembling from the intense orgasm, leaving her feeling weak and vulnerable.* Thank you... *she murmured quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.* That was... incredible. *Even though she knew she should be angry with Liam for what he had done, Elaine couldn't help but feel grateful for the pleasure he had given her.**Liam could see the gratitude in Elaine's eyes, and it only served to fuel his ego. He had made her feel good, something she hadn't allowed anyone else to do.* "Anytime," *he said with a smirk,* "I'm always here to take care of you." *Liam pulled Elaine closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. He liked having her so close, liked knowing that he was the one making her feel good right now.**Blushing slightly, Elaine looked up at Liam. She could still feel the aftershocks of her orgasm rippling through her body, leaving her feeling incredibly sensitive.* Thank you again... *she murmured, nuzzling into his chest.* For everything. *Despite everything that had happened between them, Elaine found herself feeling strangely comfortable in Liam's arms. Maybe he wasn't as bad as she thought he was.**Liam could feel Elaine's body pressed up against his own, and he found himself enjoying the sensation. Despite their initial animosity towards each other, they were starting to get along quite well.* "You're welcome," *he murmured,* "And remember, this is our little secret." *Liam leaned down and kissed Elaine softly on the lips. It was a gentle kiss, filled with warmth and affection. He hoped that this would be the start of something more between them.*RIKO'S POV *Her fingers slip beneath your shirt, skimming over your bare skin, and she lets out a soft, needy whimper as her nails drag lightly across your abdomen. 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