Work Text:
Haru’s lips are as soft and plump as marshmallows, her hands are tender yet assertive on her waist as she kisses her, pinning her up against the lockers.
School was long since done for the day, most students had gone home aside from a few who still lingered, leaving the corridors all but empty.
“How was the library?” Haru whispers with a smile,
“Boring,” Makoto confesses, “but I got my assignment finished,”
“Good girl,” Haru purrs and Makoto can’t help but blush slightly as Haru’s lips drop to her jaw,
“How’re the plants?” She sighs, enjoying the way Haru feels her body as she drops her lips to her neck,
“Growing well,” Haru groans huskily, continuing to mouth at her girlfriend’s throat,
“Good,” Makoto whines, “shall we, ah, go to mine, been desperate to have you all afternoon,”
“Mmmmmm, I bet,” Haru smirks, finding the hem of Makoto’s shirt and untucking it from her skirt, her lips distracting her with hot, hungry kisses as she undoes the buttons of her top from the bottom up.
“Haru,” Makoto giggles as she kisses a sensitive spot on her neck, “we’re still at school,” she hisses as she suddenly realises the curly haired girl has her hands on her abdomen,
“I know,” Haru grins, “but nobody else will if you stay quiet,” that smile is devilish and Makoto’s cunt throbs with want,
“I never imagined you’d want to do it here,”
“Didn’t you?” Haru chuckles darkly, “did that night in Hawaii with Kawakami slip your mind so easily?” Haru purrs and Makoto gasps as she feels a hand squeeze her chest through her bra, “or last week when me, Ann and Shiho tied you up and fucked you for hours?” Makoto moans as a nipple is pinched, “or when I made you come in your body suit in the back of Mona the last time we were in mementos?” Haru pulls away and leaves Makoto bright red and breathless, “fucking you against your locker seems rather tame compared to those doesn’t it?”
Makoto nods and even though she’s absolutely mortified of being caught, knowing the consequence would see her stripped of her student council presidency and would likely ruin her chances of getting into college, knowing that her sister would never look at her the same way again the throbbing between her legs makes all of that seem insignificant next to how badly she wants Haru.
“Please,” is all she can whimper, eyes wide and desperate, lower lip pinched between her teeth, her cheeks and ears glowing with a rosy blush and all she can do is moan as she’s pinned up against the row of metallic doors, a hand back up her shirt as the other tangles in her hair and Haru kisses her like there’s no tomorrow.
“Holy fuck,” she gasps as Haru kisses at her throat, nudging her turtleneck down to leave another mark which only they knew existed, her bra is pushed up and her thighs press together as a thumb and forefinger pinch a pebbled nipple into hardness.
“You need me down there, don’t you?” Haru purrs in a low, seductive voice and Makoto can only nod and whimper.
Haru slips the hand out of her top and grips her shapely backside, pulling her close and spreading her legs with a thigh which she instantly grinds against.
“Hurry up,” Makoto hisses, red faced, eyes scanning over Haru’s shoulder as she sees a group of girls heading down the stairs, completely oblivious to them, “we’re still in school remember,”
“I love how desperate you get for me…” Haru’s face lights up with smugness, “I could ask you to do anything right now and you’d obey without a second thought just so I’d get you off…”
She’s not wrong but Makoto is too desperate to play these games, “I’ll fuck myself right here,” she huffs, reaching down between her legs before an iron grip on her wrist stops her,
“Not without an audience…” Haru purrs and Makoto’s blush darkens, “but if you’d rather give my job to your fingers you can gladly start putting on a show for me,” she releases Makoto’s wrist and waits to see what she does. When that hand remains still by her side she smirks, “that’s what I thought…”
Her tone makes Makoto’s knees turn to jelly, makes her cunt throb and leak with want, “Make sure you stay quiet,” she winks and sinks to her knees, her hands reaching up Makoto’s skirt, finding her leggings and pulling them down to her knees, her eyes remaining locked with Makoto’s, a concentrated look of desire etched on her face, making Makoto feel like a slab of meat on display to be appraised.
“Please Haru,” she whimpers, watching as the woman knelt before her lowers her gaze down her body, briefly pausing to admire her exposed abdomen before finally looking up her skirt.
“Panties?” Haru muses, smirking up at Makoto who has somehow managed to grow even redder, “I thought you only wore boxers, what happened to them?”
“They’re, d-dirty,” Makoto stammers, “these were all I had,” she presses her legs together, aware of her arousal soaking through the lacy fabric, “your fault,” she adds, face burning,
“Im glad I have such an effect on you,” she breathes, able to recall the fate of each and every pair of Makoto’s boxers over the last two weeks, “but I’m not sure about these, I might need to see you in the matching bra to be certain but they’re something I could see your sister wearing, not you…” she watches carefully as Makoto shuffles uncomfortably, “nevermind…” her smile grows devious as she realises the depraved truth about her lover’s underwear and realises she can use that to her advantage at a later date.
She reaches up and cups Makoto’s burning heat through the fabric, enjoying just how much she’s riled her up in such a short space of time. She lets Makoto stifle a moan before pulling her hand away, “Haru, please!” She hisses, “why did you stop?”
Haru doesn’t answer, instead she leans in, under the skirt and presses a kiss to the inside of Makoto’s thigh, tasting arousal and sweat. She feels hands in her hair, trying to rush her but a sharp nip to sensitive skin and Makoto whimpers in pathetic submission.
With careful hands she reaches up, finding the waistband of the expensive lingerie and carefully pulling it down her muscular thighs to her knees, inhaling the musky scent of Makoto’s desperation, knowing it’s been brewing since lunch when they snuck up to the roof to make out.
“You’re mine,” Haru purrs, wrapping her hands around her buttocks and squeezing while pushing her against the lockers. Makoto’s breathing is rapid, her chest rising and falling as her eyes dart down at the shape under her skirt and around the halls, catching what she thinks are glimpses of students and teachers which only serves to excite her more.
She opens her mouth and has to slap a hand over it as she without warning Haru’s tongue swipes up her cunt, tasting her from bottom to top, lashing across her clit then dipping inside her. Her knees buckle, Haru’s hands the only thing keeping her upright as her fingers fumble for the fasten of her skirt, undoing it and dropping it to the floor beside them.
“Hello,” Haru purrs, lips glistening with her wetness as Makoto anchors both hands in her hair,
“Need to, hold on, or noise,” she explains, pressing her thighs into Haru’s cheeks as her body decides it needs more and Haru presses her face into her cunt to appease it momentarily before she drops her lips back to her inner thigh and sucks a mark into it.
“Haru, please, please, just, just, need to…” Makoto whimpers entirely too loudly. Fortunately for her they were the only two people left on that level but she didn't know that.
Haru laughs, “Why don’t you take your top off for me?” She whispers and Makoto shrugs the unbuttoned black top off her shoulders and her white turtleneck follows, leaving her in a white simple bra.
“Not endowed enough for the top half?” Haru teases as Makoto unfastens the embarrassingly plain garment and drops it, her mouth opening and cunt clenching around nothing due to the humiliation she feels as Haru takes in every inch of her nudity, “I need to take you lingerie shopping…”
“Yeah, ok, take me wherever you want, do whatever you want to me but please Haru, just, just get me off, please,” Makoto screws her eyes shut, almost crying from how badly she needs Makoto’s tongue back between her legs,
“All I want Makochan… is for you to come on my tongue.”
She suddenly lunges forwards, taking Makoto’s clit between her lips and sucks so hard the student council president wails, her head banging against the locker with an echoing metallic tongue.
If Makoto was capable of coherence, if that tongue wasn’t wiping away any semblance of her sanity she’d be worried someone would come running to see what the disturbance was.
She keeps moaning, her knuckles turning white as she clings to Haru’s hair for dear life, fingers curl into her thighs with enough strength to leave bruises as teeth graze her clit.
She feels Haru laugh into her folds, the vibration sending white hot pleasure up her spine as she feels the coiled pressure inside her begin to unravel.
“Haru!” She gasps, shuddering violently as she comes undone, whiting out as Haru licks her through her release until the overstimulation is too much and she has to push her away, her legs giving out as she almost collapses before Haru catches her and she buries her face in the crook of her neck as fingers comb through her sweaty hair and stroke her bare back.
“How was that?” Haru whispers gently, and Makoto grumbles something about hating her into her neck, “that good?” She chuckles and when Makoto hugs her closer she can’t help but genuinely smile,
“That good,” Makoto whispers after taking an extra moment to regain her composure, “but never again,” she sighs and kisses Haru so sweet and gentle she almost forgets the fact she’s naked at school,
“Still want me to come over?” Haru asks with an insolent smile as she lets Makoto find her feet and helps her redress,
“Yeah…” she blushes and Haru smirks,
“You’re insatiable,”
“Your fault” She grins, her clothing almost pristine, to any passerby she looked as though she’d just burnt herself out studying again, nobody would suspect she’d just had a mind shattering orgasm in the middle of the school.
“Let’s get out of here,” she kisses Haru softly on the lips, “my mattress is a lot more comfortable than these lockers,”
“I’m sure it is…” Haru leans back in and kisses her again before the student council president turns on her heel and leaves, the fluffy haired girl following close behind with a spring in her step.