Lohen pushed Linnea against a wall, somewhere in an alley in the middle of nowhere, pinning her there and not even giving her space to breathe. Her breath hitched when he would trail a finger along her wings, twitching under his touch, leaning closer towards his hand.

They were on a walk that night, their figures being bathed in the soft moonlight. The sexual tension Linnea felt was way too strong to ignore. It would send sharp white hot jolts of arousal between her legs. How could Lohen ignore that?

What was promised a normal yet wholesome date turned into something more darker, filled with lust. Lohen ended up dragging her along to an alleyway where no one could see or hear them, with Linnea following him like a puppy on a leash. He had finally closed the gap between them. Linnea will one day be his undoing.

Lohen peppered kisses along Linnea’s neck, feeling her pull him closer to her by his waist, looking away from him out of embarrassment. He’d kiss along her exposed collarbones, trying to get her even more riled up than she already was.

Lohen’s teeth sunk into Linnea’s neck, the sharp pain causing her to wince out. His hands trailed along her forearms, the pain she felt would slowly melt into pleasure. He left a bite mark on her when he’d pull away, red and aching. His fingers trailed along her chest, her stomach, all the way down towards where she wanted him to be at the most.

Lohen looks up at her, tugging at the waistband of her safety shorts under her dress. Linnea finally manages to look him in his eyes, and nods. Her face heats up with blushes that were many different shades of red, and he lets out a dark chuckle before pulling both of her safety shorts and her underwear down.

Linnea’s throbbing cock sprung free, angry and desperate for touch. Lohen’s hand palmed her shaft, the pads of his fingers rubbing small strokes into it. Linnea whimpers at the sudden sensation, leaning into his touch.

“Look at you. Are you this excited to see me, hm, birdie?” Lohen teased, his voice honeyed. Linnea turns his face away from him, not noticing how fast he would drop to his knees.

Linnea felt a warm mouth brush up against her shaft. She jolts in surprise, her eyes turning towards Lohen’s own, who was kissing along her cock. She’s letting out quiet whines at the sensation, squirming under his embrace.

Lohen held onto her shaft, his delicate fingertips resting on her cock while his tongue grazed a line along her length. His hot tongue teased along her length, swirling at the tip, her cock twitching under his wake.

Linnea whines at his teasing, softly bucking her hips into his mouth, trying so desperately to get him to suck her off. Lohen’s lips wrapped tightly around the head of her cock, moving his mouth down along her length ever so slowly, wrapping his hand around the base, twisting and fisting what he couldn’t reach.

Linnea closed a hand over her mouth, stifling herself to the best of her ability, worried that someone may hear her. Lohen didn't even care if anyone heard them, maybe even caught them in the act. His hand performed slow, teasing strokes on her cock, his wrist twisting with every stroke as he bobbed his head on her tip.

Linnea bucked her hips into his mouth, causing a grunt to escape from him. The vibrato of his voice sent shivers along her body, holding onto the side of her thigh, gloved hands clawing into her flesh.

Lohen suckled her tip harder than before, his cheeks hollowing. His head bobbed on her shaft faster, tongue swirling over that clear bead of slick that gathered at her tip. Linnea’s breathing was hitched, whining in between her heavy breaths without even meaning to.

It would all soon become way too much for Linnea—way too much. She’s thrusting herself into his mouth, her whimpers shifting in pitch as her orgasm built up, whispers of pleas in between her soft moans escaping from her, gasps of his name escaping from her.

Lohen felt drool escape from the sides of his mouth, his cunt aching and desperate for her to be inside him. He knew that she was close to her release, feeling her cock twitch in his mouth, signaling her awaiting release.

Linnea held on to Lohen’s hair, trembling under his wake. His gloved hand gripped onto the side of her thigh harder, her arousal growing into something more, her nerves being keyed up, those waves of pleasure crashing into her higher, higher—

Until it hits her, that intense feeling washing over her body, shaking apart under his wake. Lohen felt her white ropes shooting into his mouth, swallowing every drop she would let out. He worked Linnea through her high, sucking her off with such fervor it made her want to go crazy.

Linnea’s body felt like it was on fire. Until it was quickly put out, her orgasm coming to a halt and being driven into overstimulation. Lohen pulled her cock out of his mouth, his mouth sloppy and coated with his drool and some of Linnea’s release, wiping it off with his sleeve.

Both of them are catching their breaths, their chests heaving. Linnea’s whimpering in between her heavy breaths from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Lohen stood up, weakly at first, quickly catching his balance.

“We aren’t done yet,” Lohen breathed. “You’re going to fuck me against this wall.”

“But what if someone—” Linnea whispers, before being cut off by the vice captain.

“Then we’ll give them a good show, hm?” Lohen purred. “Now try to be a good girl.”

As soon as he had finished his words, Linnea pressed him against the wall, chest pressing against the wall. She undone the buttons on his pants from behind, opening the flap of his pants. She stole his dagger from the side of his thigh, out of a mix of desperation and panic, using the blade to cut a hole into his underwear.

Lohen let out a quiet gasp at the feeling of his cunt being exposed to the cold air and at the anticipation of his own dagger being near him. Linnea slipped the dagger back into the strap of his thigh and trailed the head of her cock against his exposed core.

Lohen was already wet and throbbing, his slick making the process more easier for the both of them as Linnea pushed the tip of her cock inside of him. The overstimulation quickly took over her, his scorching walls enveloping her shaft.

Linnea held on to his hips, her fingertips clawing into the flesh ever so slightly while she eased her cock deep inside of him. Lohen allowed his whimpers to flow between his gritted teeth, his cunt immediately tightening around her shaft.

Linnea whimpers, his walls felt way too good around her, trying to hold herself back as best as she could but it hurt so bad. Lohen didn’t know what felt better, her cock stroking his insides perfectly or listening to her pathetic sounds, desperate to please him.

Linnea pulled her cock out then back inside, establishing a steady and even pace. Lohen’s hands clawed into the wall, trying his absolute hardest to keep himself standing up. She’s whining, wanting to fuck into him so badly but she’s desperately trying to behave for him.

“Fuck me harder,” Lohen commanded, turning his head back to look at her pathetic face. “Don’t you want to make me feel good?”

His words only shot sharp white hot jolts of arousal in between her legs. Linnea holds on to his hips with a hard grip, thrusting her cock in and out of him harder, slow and deep. Her hands were the only things that were able to keep Lohen in balance, his legs trembling under her wake.

Lohen doesn’t care about who heard him, his moans spilling freely from his parted lips, gasps of her name escaping him whenever the head of Linnea’s cock grazes his sweet spot. She pistons her cock faster inside of him, fucking into him roughly, arching deeper into her deep strokes.

Linnea whimpers at the overstimulation that would take over her, hot tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over. She was so, so desperate to make him come undone for her, thrusts deep and unrelenting.

Linnea’s wings twitched once more, dry sobbing as she felt the pain of the overstimulation grow into something more. Lohen’s trying to keep himself standing up, but she’s fucking him in just the way that he likes. Their moans and whimpers would take over whatever space they’re in, the indistinct sounds of their clothes rubbing and slapping together reverberating into their ears.

Linnea aligns herself so that she could thrust her cock inside of him with her jerks hitting his sweet spot with almost every thrust, his moans shifting in pitch at the sudden move. His pleas and praises would flow from his lips freely, not even caring about who could hear them.

Lohen could feel it—that pleasure he felt inside of him shifting higher, higher. He trembled beneath her, his cunt involuntarily clenching around her cock, as if he were trying to keep her inside of him. Linnea felt that pain of the overstimulation melt away, the warmth of his soaked walls drawing her closer to her second release.

“Ah, hn, Linnea I’m—” Lohen moaned out, pleasure cresting higher. “Good girl, good girl—”

Lohen’s speech was breathy and garbled, tumbling into repetitive patterns. His words of praise would make Linnea’s wings twitch, both of their minds turning fuzzy. Despite Lohen being in control of her, he would be reduced to nothing but the pitiful dross beneath her feet.

Lohen finally reached the orgasm that he was craving all along, shaking apart under her wake, coming undone around her, releasing himself. His cunt fluttered around Linnea’s shaft, fingertips clawing into the rough, calloused wall.

Linnea would follow along with him, her second orgasm feeling slightly painful as whatever release she could let out was pumped deep inside of Lohen, painting his walls white. Her cock twitched with release inside of him, holding onto his hips for dear life.

They would soon finish their orgasms, panting and chests heaving. Linnea pulled out of him, her release being so deep inside of him it wouldn’t drip out until the next day.

“Gods, Linnea,” Lohen turned his head around to look at her, his bangs damp with sweat. “Who knew you could be this pent up?”

Linnea’s face heated up with many different shades of red once more, also stuck wondering how she would get her and Lohen out of the alleyway without anyone noticing that they fucked.

Linnea pulled up her underwear and safety shorts, and fixed Lohen’s pants, intertwining her hand with his roughly while dragging him out of the alley, hoping that no one would notice them.

The campus was quiet, too quiet.

The only sounds that lingered in this oversized building were the indistinct sounds of footsteps, mainly other students walking towards their dorm room or maybe somewhere like the library.

But those sounds were easily pushed out of the way, because all of Sua’s focus was on Mizi, whose hand was intertwined with hers while she felt herself be haphazardly dragged into the gym, where the cheerleaders locker room was.

No one could be in there. Mizi knew that. Practice wasn’t until the next two days. She pushed the door open to the gymnasium, and walked Sua all the way towards where she needed her to be at the most.

Mizi couldn’t help but be so pent up. She craved nothing but Sua’s delicate hands on her, maybe even inside of her. She couldn’t even wait until her book club meeting ended.

Mizi knew the route to the locker room all too well. She opened the door to the locker room, lucky enough to get inside during the day, and walked Sua all the way towards some corner where no one could see, or hear them.

The room was littered full of lockers and some wooden seats that were quite small. Sua felt herself be dragged all the way towards the corner where Mizi wanted her, and tugs at her tie so she could pin her against one of the lockers, careful enough to not make any sounds.

“Mizi, what are you doing?” Sua asked, her voice full of genuine curiosity. Sure, Mizi wanted her to go into the locker room with her, but she didn’t specify what they would be doing.

“Sua, I’ve needed you all day…” Mizi began, her hands trailing along Sua’s forearms, her long, pink nails grazing her clothed shoulders. She watched her face heat up, understanding the situation. “Can we do it here? I… I promise no one will catch us.”

Sua’s face was flushed into many different shades of red. Was Mizi really asking her to have sex in a corner of the locker room? But she couldn’t deny that she also felt the same way, how she, too, was equally as pent up as she was.

“… If you insist.” Sua responded, a slight note of hesitation in her voice. But all of that hesitation faded away when Mizi smacked her lips onto Sua’s own.

Sua would trail her hands along Mizi’s body, over her pink cropped jacket, teasing her exposed waist. Mizi would whimper into her mouth, to which she drank up. They slipped their tongues into each other’s mouths, their hunger for one another growing into something more.

Sua pulls Mizi closer to her by her waist, to which the pink haired woman wraps her arms around her neck, pulling her closer to her as well. Sua’s hand would trail itself down towards Mizi’s hips, making her let out a small whimper in response.

Sua’s fingers traveled along Mizi’s hips and all the way towards her belt buckle, toying with the buckle until it came undone, managing to pull it off swiftly. It was thrown somewhere on the floor haphazardly before she moved towards the button of her jean shorts.

Mizi drew away from the kiss, which left the both of them catching their breaths, with Mizi whining in between her heavy breaths without even meaning to. Sua pulled the button towards the button slit and pulled, unbuttoning her shorts and allowing her to have more room.

Sua trailed her hand along Mizi’s exposed stomach, looking at her pretty flushed face. Her hand would trail down towards the waistband of her underwear.

“May I?” Sua would ask, a finger slightly looping under the waistband of her underwear, tugging at it ever so slightly to emphasize her question. Mizi nodded in response.

Sua slowly slips a hand down her underwear, feeling a wet spot in between her legs. Her shorts were loose enough to allow her hand to move freely into them. A delicate fingertip grazed Mizi’s swollen clit, which earned a needy whine from her in response.

“Sua, please—”

“Shhh…” Sua hushed her pleas, another finger accompanying the first one when she would run her fingers along her core. “I know…”

Mizi didn’t know how much longer that she would have to wait to get Sua’s fingers inside of her. She already grew so desperate and needy by the minute, and feeling the delicate, feather light touch of the pads of Sua’s fingers teasing her cunt made things no better. Her hips would roll softly into her hand, trying to get something, anything, from her, yet she failed to do so.

Sua’s fingertips would run along her slick cunt, moving towards her awaiting entrance, dripping with arousal, but not pushing her fingers inside yet. Then she would trail them slowly towards her puffy clit, but not exactly grazing it just yet. Mizi would allow a soft whine to escape her gritted teeth, bucking her hips towards her hand.

Sua finally gave in to Mizi’s desperation. How could she say no to her?

Sua slowly moves the pads of her fingers towards Mizi’s entrance, slipping her index and middle fingers inside of her. Sua rests her arm on the locker, pinning Mizi there by the locker as she would push her slender fingers inside of her.

Mizi jolts softly, her legs threatening to give out. She would hold on to Sua for dear life, clinging to her while her walls fluttered around her fingers, coating them in her arousal. She felt so warm and wet around her fingers, and she couldn’t help but stroke them agonizingly slowly while she allowed Mizi to adjust.

Mizi whimpers, rolling her hips gently into Sua’s hand, feeling her fingertips graze a sweet spot; but not exactly rubbing into it just yet. The burn of the stretch would melt away into nothing but pleasure, which gave Sua the chance that she needed.

Sua doesn’t even hold back on her instincts. She’d quickly pump her fingers in and out of her at a steady, even pace, allowing herself to graze that bundle of nerves deep inside of her. Mizi squirmed, trying her absolute best to keep herself standing up while she felt her fingers scissor and twist inside of her.

Mizi struggled to keep her balance, and Sua grazed a thumb right over her neglected clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves with the pad of her thumb to the best of her ability, and Mizi couldn’t help but lose herself, all just from her hand and her hand alone.

Sua’s movements were steady and very delicate, yet Mizi felt herself become undone from her hand alone. Sua’s head leaned down towards Mizi’s neck, her head being hung up and staring at the ceiling, the ceiling lights shining her vision, gripping onto her, her long, pink nails clawing into her clothed back.

Sua would pepper soft kisses along Mizi’s exposed neck, and that move alone would only make her pretty little sounds get louder, not even caring if someone outside heard her. Mizi rolled her hips against her hand once more, not even knowing if she should grind against the fingers that were deep inside of her or move against the thumb on her needy clit.

“More,” Mizi would mutter out in between her shaky breaths. Sua moves her head away from her neck, listening to her whiney words. “More, please, Sua—”

“Okay, it’s okay…” Sua would whisper into her ear, hot breaths against it sending chills along her body. Sua picks up the pace and allows her fingers to move deeper inside of Mizi, pumping them inside of her faster than before.

Mizi allowed her whimpers to flow freely through her gritted teeth, legs quivering and struggling for balance. Sua tried to keep her pinned in place, holding her up as best as she could. But the overwhelming feeling of pleasure took over her body. She’s way too aroused at this very moment.

Sua’s fingers hooked inside of her, curling them ever so slightly, which earned a small gasp from the pink haired woman in front of her. Mizi’s words would escape from her in a high pitched, breathy tone, begging and praying to whatever the hell was out there.

It would all soon be way too much for Mizi. Golden hues of whimpers escaped from her parted lips as she could feel her orgasm build up, her high slowly approaching her. Mizi shook under the touch of Sua’s delicate hands, threatening to come undone around her slender fingers.

Sua could tell that Mizi was close because of her body language. The way that she would lose herself just from her hand, the way her legs trembled and practically turned into jelly, thighs shaking under her wake.

“Are you close?” Sua would question, her voice in a whisper.

“Yes!” Mizi exclaimed, her voice loud and slightly breathless. “Sua, please, don’t stop—”

Sua didn’t stop. She kept doing what she was doing, determined to make Mizi reach her high after being so pent up without her. Mizi’s head would slowly drop onto Sua’s shoulder, burying her pretty face into it, dry sobbing and whining into her, it's too much, way too much, but she needed—

Mizi allowed her high pitched whimpers to leave her slightly parted lips as her orgasm crashed into her. The overwhelming pleasure washed over her body, shaking like a leaf under Sua’s wake. The black haired woman would ride her through her high to the best of her ability, her face heating up with a blush as she felt Mizi come undone around her fingers.

Mizi thought she would pass out. Her legs turned weak, clinging onto Sua for dear life, trying her best to keep herself standing up. Mizi didn’t even think she would come this hard, she thought for sure that she would pass out.

As Sua rode her through her high, Mizi felt her orgasm come to a slight halt. Her pretty sounds would shift into shaky breaths, her breathing heavy. Sua would pull away, removing her hand from her shorts.

“Is that better?” Sua questioned, trying to get Mizi shifted back into reality.

“Y-Yes,” Mizi sputtered out, catching her breath, shakily raising up her head to look at Sua. “Thank you…”

“Of course,” Sua would respond. She fixes her shorts, slipping the button on her shorts through the slit once more, then she bent down and reached for her neglected belt, pulling it through the belt loops and buckling it up. She wrapped a gentle hand around her back, trying to keep her standing up.

“Do you want to stay at my dorm tonight?” Sua asked, that familiar hesitation from before returning.

“I would love that,” Mizi answered, a sunlit smile painting on her face.

Sua walked Mizi away from the corner they were at and walked towards the door to the locked room and left. They both couldn’t wait.