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"The guitar solo in this song is really good and..." Mitsuki's voice trailed off as a girl she didn't recognize approached her and Aya. The unfamiliar face was framed by short hair, and her eyes held a spark that seemed out of place in the dull school corridor. The girl looked Mitsuki up and down, a smug smile playing on her lips. She was at least grade lower, maybe even two.
"Koga-Senpai," the girl spoke up, her voice sugary sweet, "Would you like to eat lunch with me today?"
"Oh, Oosawa-Senpai's here too," the girl murmured, becoming visibly less enthusiastic. She had clearly been aiming her question at Mitsuki alone.
Aya's eyes narrowed at the unsolicited invitation. The nerve of this girl, asking her girlfriend to lunch so brazenly. She had to admit, though, that she was a bit surprised Mitsuki didn't just laugh it off. Instead, Mitsuki looked uncomfortable, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, glancing at Aya for guidance.
"I'm sorry," Aya stepped in, her voice cool and firm, "But Koga-San's is busy." She didn't bother to hide the hint of possessiveness. The girl's smile faltered, but she didn't back down.
"Well, maybe another time, Koga-Senpai?" she suggested, her gaze lingering on Mitsuki.
Aya's grip on Mitsuki's arm tightened. She couldn't believe the audacity of this lowerclassman to hit on her girlfriend so openly. "Come on," she said, tugging Mitsuki away from the girl, "We're going to be late for class." Mitsuki stumbled slightly, her cheeks flushing as she followed Aya's lead. They didn't stop until they had turned the corner and were out of sight.
"What was that about?" Mitsuki asked, her voice shaky.
Aya ignored the question, scanning the hallway for any sign of teachers or students before pulling Mitsuki into the nearest bathroom. The room was empty, the echo of their footsteps bouncing off the tiles. She checked the stalls, then turned to Mitsuki with a fierce look in her eyes. "Why didn't you tell her no?"
Mitsuki's cheeks burned even hotter. "I-I didn't know what to say," she stuttered, her eyes darting around the room. "I didn't want to be rude."
"I won't let them hit on you like that," Aya murmured, stepping closer to her girlfriend. "They need to know you're already taken."
Mitsuki's eyes widened as Aya leaned in, her heart racing. The bathroom lights flickered overhead, casting a stark glow on her pink hair. Before she could react, Aya's lips were on her neck, pressing down hard. Mitsuki gasped, a mix of surprise and something else she couldn't quite name. It was definitely not the first time Aya had done something like this, but the intensity was new. Her pulse quickened as she felt the sensation of teeth, not quite painful, but definitely marking her.
"Fuck, that's hot," Mitsuki murmured, her eyes fluttering closed as Aya's teeth grazed her neck. A warmth spread through her body, mixing with the shock of the moment. Aya's hands were on her shoulders now, keeping her in place as she continued to leave a trail of kisses and bites. Mitsuki's breath hitched when Aya reached the base of her neck, her touch now more gentle.
"Look at me," Aya demanded, her voice low and husky. Mitsuki's eyes snapped open, meeting Aya's fiery gaze. The bathroom walls seemed to close in around them, the sound of their breathing amplified in the small space.
Aya's hands slid down to Mitsuki's waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together. Mitsuki could feel Aya's heart racing, matching her own. The intensity of the situation was palpable, the air thick with tension and desire. Aya's eyes searched Mitsuki's, looking for any sign of discomfort or resistance, but all she found was a dizzying mix of surprise and arousal.
Mitsuki's own hands rose to Aya's hair, tangling in the soft strands as she tilted her head to the side, offering more of her neck. A small moan escaped her lips as Aya's teeth sank deeper, leaving a dark bruise in their wake. The pain was thrilling, a strange counterpoint to the tenderness of Aya's touch. Mitsuki's eyes fell shut again, her body responding in ways she hadn't anticipated.
"Aya," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. The sound of their hearts beating together was deafening in the small, echoing bathroom. Aya's eyes searched hers, looking for consent, for reassurance that Mitsuki was okay with this. "Don't you dare stop now," Mitsuki murmured, her voice thick with want. Aya's grip on her waist tightened, and she felt a rush of power, knowing that she had this effect on her girlfriend.
Aya's teeth trailed lower, kissing and biting along the sensitive skin of Mitsuki's collarbone. Each touch sent a shiver down Mitsuki's spine, her body reacting with a delicious tremor. Her eyes rolled back as Aya's hand found its way under her shirt, her fingertips grazing the soft skin of her stomach. The sensation was overwhelming, and Mitsuki couldn't help but arch into the touch.
"You like it?" Aya whispered, her breath hot against Mitsuki's ear.
Mitsuki nodded, unable to form coherent words as Aya's hand continued to explore. Her own hands roamed Aya's body, feeling the contours of her waist and hips, pulling her closer. Aya's fingers danced higher, tracing the line of Mitsuki's sports bra, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. The cold tiles of the bathroom stall wall provided a stark contrast to the heat building between them.
Mitsuki's mind raced with thoughts of the girl from earlier, and the rush of jealousy Aya had displayed. It was new and intoxicating, making her feel both vulnerable and desired. Her hands slid around Aya's back, pulling her in closer, her own hunger growing with every bite and caress.
Aya's hand slipped under the fabric of Mitsuki's bra, cupping her breast gently, her thumb circling the sensitive peak. Mitsuki's gasp filled the small stall, the sound of their breathing now intermingled with soft moans. She didn't know how long they had been in here, but she didn't care. All she knew was that she never wanted Aya to stop.
"I love you," Mitsuki murmured, pulling Aya into a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues danced together, tasting the sweetness of their shared breath. Aya's hand moved from Mitsuki's waist to the back of her neck, her thigh pressing between Mitsuki's legs, eliciting a needy whine from the taller girl.
Mitsuki's hands slid down to Aya's thighs, gripping the soft flesh through her skirt. She could feel the heat radiating from her girlfriend's body, and she knew that Aya felt the same way. Aya's kiss grew more urgent, her teeth grazing Mitsuki's bottom lip before she pulled away, panting. "We can't," she murmured, though the protest sounded weak even to her own ears.
But Mitsuki was beyond the point of caring about where they were. "Why not?" she whispered, her voice full of need.
Aya leaned her forehead against Mitsuki's, her eyes closed tightly. "Because we're in the fucking school bathroom," she giggled, but the sound came out strained. But even as she said it, she couldn't help but grind her hips against Mitsuki's, feeling the growing pressure between her legs.
Mitsuki's eyes widened, the reality of the situation sinking in. "We need to get out of here," she agreed, though her voice was filled with reluctance. The thought of someone walking in on them was enough to make her pulse race even faster. "But let's finish this conversation later," she added, her voice a seductive promise.
They stepped out of the stall, adjusting their clothes as best they could. Aya checked her reflection in the mirror, making sure her makeup wasn't smudged. Mitsuki took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She didn't miss the way Aya's eyes lingered on her neck, a smug satisfaction glinting in them. The hickeys were prominent, a stark contrast against her pale skin.