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Kylar’s mouth was already on yours, her teeth pulling daringly on your lower lip as she pushed you into an empty bathroom stall. The door stayed wide open as she shoved you onto the closed toilet lid, her hands shaking slightly while she slid them down your torso, between your ample breasts, all the way to your waistline.
Eventually, the dark-haired girl pulled back, breathing heavily, which left you wanting more. Instinctively, you chased after her, stealing one more peck before she pushed you back down in a rare show of restraint. Most of the time, you were the one who ended your encounters, either because you were needed elsewhere or because too many onlookers ogled you, eager to gawk as two girls made out.
But today, Kylar remained strong. She could have taken your lips anytime she wanted. Right now, she was aiming at something much, much sweeter. Just the thought of everything she was going to do to you made her wet, and she felt her panties dampen, pleasure running down her spine.
With a gulp, she sank onto her knees, her pale, lithe fingers undoing the top button of your skirt before hastily tugging it down as far as your position allowed.
“R-raise your hips,” Kylar commanded, her voice shaky, ridden with desire. A glint appeared in your eyes, almost as if you wanted to refuse, to prolong the foreplay with a teasing comment, but a whine that left the shorter girl’s throat, her desperation growing with each minute, made you compliant. You weren't that cruel.
With your hands on Kylar’s shoulders, you raised your hips, allowing the girl to pull the garment lower until the fabric pooled at your ankles. Kylar moved quickly, pushing your legs apart as she positioned her mouth right above your panties - the lace you put on that day just for her, looking back at her, inviting.
You gasped, a quiet noise that almost got lost in the ambient buzzing of the overhead lights, as Kylar’s hot breath hit your clothed pussy. Goosebumps rode up your arms in anticipation. The girl, eating up your reactions, closed the gap between your bodies, her nose nuzzling the elastic as her tongue darted out, teasing you through your underwear.
Another moan escaped you, this time louder, loud enough that you clasped a hand over your mouth as Kylar sucked the spot right above your clit. Your other hand went to your shirt, fumbling with the buttons just enough so that the cold bathroom air hit your chest. Your bra quickly followed, the front clasp giving way under your fingers as your breasts sprang free.
Kylar looked up from where she kneeled, her eyes widening at your eagerness. Despite the two of you going at each other like rabid animals ever since you kissed her in a park barely two weeks ago, she still couldn't wrap her head around the fact that you liked her back.
What did she ever do to deserve an angel like you?
“Kylar,” you panted, just as your eyes met. The hand covering your lips ventured lower, down your throat and onto your breast in a teasing manner, fingers circling your nipple before rubbing the bud. You bit your lower lip, hips buckling up, heat chasing heat as you urged her to continue. “Please.”
You weren't begging, not yet, but it was still an order, and Kylar, like the dog she was, dived back down. The invisible leash around her throat pulled her toward you. This was where she belonged, worshipping you like you deserved, her knees aching from the rough bathroom floor.
With your legs already spread and your feet locking behind her head, Kylar grabbed your panties in both her hands. Her short, yet sharp nails tore the fabric apart, finally getting past the last barrier between her and providing you with carnal pleasure.
Above her, you let out an annoyed huff at the loss of yet another pair of underwear - especially ones so fancy - but you would have lied if Kylar’s desire for you, the way she obsessed over you, didn't turn you on. The dark-haired girl always looked so inconspicuous on the outside, the exterior of a shy, albeit weird student always overshadowing the true darkness that hid behind her eyes.
It was the same darkness that made her break into your room through the bedroom window, not even batting an eye when you pointed out the broken lock she left in her wake. The same darkness that, just minutes prior, stood up to Whitney, giving the bully a taste of his own medicine as she shoved him against a locker, knife in hand, after he dared to threaten you with his idea of a ‘good time.’ Calling you his slut.
You were nobody’s slut.
Kylar’s breath hitched as her tongue dragged up your exposed pussy, lapping up your juices like it was her last meal.
You were simply hers.
Her tongue moved up and down, more eagerness than finesse, as you ground down on her face, both your hands on your breasts while you allowed yourself to get lost in the pleasure. With Kylar, it was always easy.
You pinched your nipples again, just as she pressed her nose against your clit, her hands sneaking behind your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer.
“Mmm, right there,” you moaned, your head rolling back and hitting the tiled wall. “You’re- fuck! You’re so good to me…”
Kylar soaked in the praise like a sponge, a high, needy sound escaping her throat, the vibrations echoing through your core. Her tongue flicked across your clit, her teeth lightly scraping your flushed skin as one of her hands left your ass, joining her mouth in giving you pleasure.
You didn’t even flinch as one of her fingers slipped between your folds, quickly joined by another. That ship sailed months ago, and now, with your body so thoroughly used, Kylar slid in easily, her fingers intimately acquainted with your insides. Still, you weren’t immune to the way she curved them, angling her hand so that she could reach deep, long digits dragging up and down your tender walls.
The girl continued her onslaught, your breathing speeding up with each passing second, and soon, a third finger prodded your entrance. Now that’s more like it.
Feeling the heat steadily build up in your abdomen, you tightened the grip your thighs had on Kylar’s head, moving your hips as you started to meet her thrusts. Your body, without much support, slid down the toilet, only allowing Kylar to reach deeper into you, her teeth playfully nibbling at your clit.
“Kylar,” you moaned, because saying anything other than her name would have been too hard. “Kylar, oh, Kylar…”
The girl in question felt her chest swell with pride, her hand picking up the pace as she placed one last wet kiss over your stretched hole.
“I-I love it when you say my name like that…” she murmured, raising from the floor despite the awkward angle, her head now at the level of your throat. “I love the sounds you make, just for me…” The words were followed by an especially deep jab, and you yelped, pain mixing with pleasure. “Just like that… god , I love you.”
You wanted to reciprocate, to repeat the word back to her - those four letters held a power over Kylar like a spell, all pretences and restraint going out the window when she heard you say it - but it died on your lips as her mouth latched onto your throat, her teeth digging into your skin, just shy of breaking it, but hard enough to bruise.
Fuck, that was new. Kylar, lovely Kylar, was always so gentle, always so scared to hurt you, but this, this felt like floodgates opening, and a new chapter of possibilities opened before your very eyes.
Pain never felt so good.
You let your mouth go slack. Desperate noises shamelessly fell from your lips as Kylar sucked on the spot she just bit - tongue, teeth, everything she could use to leave a mark of ownership on your tender skin.
“You’re mine, right? Not Robin’s, not Sydney’s, not-” a growl escaped her lips. “-not Whitney’s. Mine.”
“Yours,” you panted, somehow finding your voice as you felt your pussy clench around Kylar’s fingers. Your hands left your chest, your nipples red and puffy from the way you tugged at them, as you moved them to instead fist the fabric around Kylar’s collar. “Kiss me, lover.”
The girl didn’t have a chance to respond as you pulled her into a bruising kiss, biting hard onto her lip, the coppery taste of blood flooding your mouths. You felt Kylar’s knees go weak as the girl almost fell onto you, the pace of her hand momentarily stuttering, before picking up, her thumb now sliding eagerly against your clit, with a wet, obscene sound.
You held her close as you came, your body seizing up as you rode the intense wave of pleasure. Kylar, however, did not stop her onslaught even as you finished, easing you into overstimulation, and soon, your thighs were shaking again, as a dangerous promise of yet another orgasm lingered at the edges of your vision.
You pulled away from the kiss, desperately needing air as your mind spun, all your senses alert. In the distance, you heard the muffled chatter of students who, none the wiser, passed the bathroom as they collected their stuff to leave the school. It would be easy to come in and witness the mess Kylar made of you- continued to make of you, her teeth once again on your throat, leaving shallow bite marks along your neck.
Your chest heaved with every ragged breath, and you felt her fingers slide in and out of you. Your juices made a mess of the toilet lid, and the wet sounds of her fingers absolutely wrecking your pussy continued, her digits long enough that, with a well-angled move, you could swear their tips brushed right against your cervix-
Heat was rising in your abdomen again, but this time, it felt different, more dangerous. You had never felt so overwhelmed before, so undeniably drowned in pleasure that your body wanted to erupt.
“So filthy…” Kylar murmured, blood now running freely down her chin, the red marking your throat, then your white shirt, leaving unwashable stains. “Are- are you gonna come again?” A giggle escaped her as she nuzzled your neck, biting a spot right below your ear. “Just from my fingers… just for me…”
At that point, you weren’t even listening. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, an invisible dam nearly overflowing as you felt your insides clamp around Kylar’s fingers, dangerously close. You tightened your grip on her shirt even more as you desperately tried not to go over the edge, scared of what your body might do. Seams tore, and your nails dug into the flesh of your palms, as you almost screamed in pleasure.
“Stop resisting, my love.” Kylar whispered into your ear as her other hand snaked up your throat, squeezing . “Let go. Come for me.”
The cry that would have surely made its way out of your mouth - if not for Kylar’s strong grip on your throat - died on your lips as you came. Your juices erupted from your pussy in such abundance that they soaked the entire front of Kylar’s skirt, flowing down the toilet and onto the floor, and making a sizeable puddle.
It lasted barely a few seconds; your body shook as orgasm wracked through you, every muscle tensing and then releasing in rapid succession. The wet sound of liquid dripping onto the tiles was obscenely loud, and when it finally ended, your body went limp in Kylar’s arms. You felt spent, hollowed out, as if every last drop of energy had been pulled from your core.
Kylar did not move. Her hand remained on your throat for a moment longer, no longer squeezing, but holding, her fingers trembling against your pulse point. Then, slowly, she pulled back just enough to look down at the mess between your legs, taking in her soaked clothes, then the puddle spreading across the floor. Her eyes shone, full of pride, hunger, and something darker. Possessive.
“You…” she breathed, voice barely audible. “You did that. For me.”
A wet laugh escaped her, half-disbelieving, half-deranged. Kylar pressed her forehead against yours, her breath coming in short, shaky gasps as you came to, utterly wrecked.
“I love you,” she whispered again, pressing her lips gently against yours. They still tasted faintly of copper.
“I-” you choked out, your voice rough. “I love you too.”