Yang had studied Neptune's class schedule for days, and tracked him for more than a week as she thought up her plan of attack. The blue-haired boy was strangely meticulous with his routine, stopping at the same water fountain a few minutes before class each day. The fountain was attached to the wall, only five feet from a small supply closet. Breaking the door's lock wasn't particularly difficult given her history.

On the eighth day, she finally decided to go through with her plan. Waiting patiently, she watched through the smallest of cracks she'd left between the door and its frame. Neptune arrived two minutes early, ducking down and pursing his lips to take a few sips of water. Yang went on the offensive the moment he'd ducked his head low enough to block his line of sight. A lioness hunting its unaware prey, Yang's footfalls were quiet as she approached him, waiting until just the right moment to strike and catch him by surprise. Finally in range, she wrapped her arms around his waist and lifted him up off his feet with ease before carrying his surprised and flailing body back into the closet.

"Yang," Neptune screeched after finally realizing who'd grabbed him. Yang silenced him with a palm against his mouth and a finger against her lips.

"Be quiet," she hissed at him exasperatedly before closing the door behind her.

"What are you doing," he whispered in confusion.

"You've got a test today, right," the blonde asked quickly. She knew the answer- Sun had spoken about it for hours the day before, nervous that he might fail, but not motivated enough to study. Tucking her hair behind her shoulders, she wrapped a hair-tie around the ponytail of loose blonde curls she'd created.

"Y- yeah," Neptune answered, confusion leaving him oblivious to Yang's plan.

"In another eight minutes," he said quickly, reaching into his pocket for his Scroll to confirm the time.

"Well, I figured I'd give you some good luck." She kissed his jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin before pushing his back against the cold wall of the utility closet. Cheshire grin wide in the dim light of the room, she hungrily looked up into his deep blue eyes.

"Yang, you've gotta be quick. I don't want to be late," Neptune murmured softly. He'd studied for the test all night, and missing it now wasn't something he'd appreciate. Gazing into soft lilac eyes, he knew that if she wanted to, she could hold him there for hours if she chose to.

"Trust me, you'll be quick," she said playfully. Yang had come prepared, dropping down to kneel on a towel she'd placed on the cold floor of the closet. Grabbing hips hips, she pulled his body closer to her and kissed at his hip bones through his jeans.

"Wait, Yang," Neptune gasped as she unzipped his pants. The blonde didn't skip a beat, freeing his already twitching member from the confines of his pants. She pretended not to notice the surfer themed boxers.

"Yes, Neptune, I'm wearing the collar," she huffed exasperatedly, her fingers already closing around him, pumping to swell his length to life. Rolling her eyes at the boy, she pulled her orange scarf down far enough for Neptune to see the leather strap of the collar wrapped around her neck. Pulling the scarf back up, she finally took action. After licking her lips, she leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock, and swirling her tongue around his head. Neptune's hips instinctively bucked forward at the sensation, yearning for more and Yang chuckled at the sense of power and control she felt over him.

"Sensitive, hmm," she asked smugly. She'd come across more than a few people who weren't fans of receiving oral, and she much preferred those that did. It made for a lot more fun encounters such as these.

"You've got six minutes," Neptune groaned through grit teeth, his fingers combing gently through loose blonde curls. He knew better than to pull too hard, not even he was spared of her wrath if he tugged a lock loose.

"Five more than I'll need," Yang replied confidently. She was far too proud of her skills, and after another sultry lick of her lips, she slipped the head of his shaft between them. The tip of her tongue danced and swirled, eliciting the faintest of gasps. She looked up and watched his eyes roll back as he chewed at his lower lip, trying his hardest to keep quiet in the thin-walled room. She shuddered softly to as she felt the increasingly familiar buzz of the collar turn on. It made the skin of her neck tingle and her spine tickle as the electric waves pulsed through her. Her lips slowly parted wider as she took more of him in, gently teasing her teeth along the length of his shaft. He smelled like the beach, and tasted of ocean waves and coconut lotion. She wrapped a hand around the base of his length, holding his twitching length steady as she directed it further down her mouth.

"Yang," he whimpered her name, spine arching off the wall as she trailed her tongue from base to tip in a lazy trail. She had him eating out of the palm of her hand, and as much as she wanted to keep him there for hours and watch the dim light of the closet shine off his caramel skin, she knew her time was running out.

"Keep quiet," she whispered hotly, lilac eyes watching ocean blue as she bobbed down on the last few inches of his length. Nine inches reached the back of her mouth and she swallowed hard, muscles of her throat squeezing around the head of his penis while her tongue slid underneath. Neptune gasped and shuddered, nearly dropping the remote as he dialed to twenty, then thirty. The buzz traveled from Yang's neck to her the tips of her fingers and up to tickle her lips. Neptune felt the gentle pulsing of the electricity as her mouth closed around his shaft, sucking him senseless. Her warm lips were soft and divine against every inch of skin they kissed, and her tongue wrapped itself around him and played his nerves like a fiddle. His gloved hands clenched tight and he gasped for breath as pressure rose deep in his core. His hips bucked desperate for friction and humid warmth, but Yang's hands held him steady. She was the one in control and she'd make sure Neptune knew it.

Yang bobbed her head back and forth along his shaft, pulling away just far enough to kiss the tip before sliding him back down her throat. She made sure the lewd slurping sound would reach his ears and he responded desperately, pulling his hands away from her head and tugging at his own hair to brace himself and keep quiet. Toes curling in his sneakers, knees shaking, he felt himself coming ever closer to the edge of his climax. The tingle of the electricity pouring from her mouth into his core amplified every sensation, his heart skipping several beats as he lost himself to her ministrations.

Neptune tried his hardest to hold on, to let Yang go just a few seconds longer, but she was far too skilled at the activity. Her soft lips and talented tongue dragged him over the edge and he came with the shakiest of grunts, splashing against the back of her throat. He slowly sank to sit down on the cold tile floor, catching his breath as Yang continued to suckle his erection as he rode out the orgasm.

After finally pulling away, she entertained herself while Neptune regained his composure with playing with the thick seed with the tip of her tongue. She'd always been intrigued by its consistency, and Neptune's was warm, thick and plentiful. She finally swallowed after almost a minute, licking her lips in satisfaction.

"You've got two minutes to get to class, buddy," she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss against his jaw as she pushed herself out of her kneeling position and up to her feet. Slipping the hair-tie out of her ponytail, she walked out of the closet with the most sultry swish of her hips, looking behind herself to make sure he'd watched every step. She closed the door shut behind her, the smuggest of smiles painted across her face.

"What a woman," Neptune sighed breathlessly, wiping sweat off his brow as he too picked himself up off the floor. His knees were shaky, his stance unsteady, as he got to his feet- legs weak like a newborn deer.