An was a f*cking asshole. There is no potential way of thinking for the faint of heart, a thought process that could fulfill the possibility of that An girl being anywhere remotely close to a likable individual. She wore her hair up a high ponytail, bandages consistent along her body as she picked fights with those she could never win against and her attitude towards smashing glass.
Kohane was witness to the harshest points of her burning antics, starting out as the “girlfriend” who went to another school to being the next door f*ck-bud, not that anyone would know that, they’d probably be sick if they had come to find out. They were life threatening, painful, heart throbbing, inconsiderate to the one that she was supposed to care for, nurture and love.
She was inferior to An, she had always been and will always be in the eyes of the real world. She understood and had no intentions of improving herself, she simply loved the insults far too much to do anything about it.
An would pin her to the wall through passing period, hiding them away to a place where nobody would be able to lay eyes on them as she shoved her hand down Kohane’s skirt while she took the pleasure of slamming the back of Kohane’s throat with the usage of her tongue. Kohane would leave with trembling legs and an inability to speak, usually this would be done prior to any presentation for the simple intentions of setting her over the edge.
This was the first time in their year long relationship that they ever had been so close, just classrooms away from being able to meet eye-to-eye, gain all of the pleasure points during occasions where it would have otherwise been impossible, just the thought of each other being walls apart was enough to make the feelings too strong, almost deadly.
“Meet me in 4-B RR”
“Rht now”
“Mk”
“5 mins”
“No”
“Where tf are you”
“f*cking dickhe*d”
“Gmfu”
“Taking a test”
“Give me a mmnt”
“f*ck you”
Kohane would enter the restroom multiple minutes late from the time An messaged her, a general and f*cked up tease that’d leave An biting her tongue until she’d bleed, her veins popping as she held tightly onto the failing of the single stall restroom. The lights would dim, the door snapping in its place once it became locked, An would loudly exhale as she held back all of her pain.
“You…..f*cking bitch.” An would always grunt, it’d make Kohane laugh at the mere sight of it, An’s bulge that could never be hidden under that plaid skirt and navy top she wore Monday-Friday. She’d walk slowly towards An out of spite of the injuries she already knew were to come.
“Sorry, we cannot f*ck.” Kohane raised her shoulders, stuffing her hands into her pockets as the burning lust in An’s eyes burnt to where she could become blind from the agony. “Forgot my pills, we shouldn’t risk it.”
“f*ck the pills. You’re gonna have me in the goddamn grave, I’ll make sure my f*ckass quote is about how you intentionally killed me too, ‘’’slu*tty whor* azusawa decided to not f*ck her precious girlfriend and left her with a boner to the dirt.’”.”
“Fine.” Kohane grinned, not even the lords above could decipher the thoughts that went through her mind, her eyes glowed with painful intent. An was utterly disheveled, her eyes tossing darts at the otherwise relaxed girl who was standing over here. “Such a naughty little bitch, I’ll play your sh*tty games..or should I come up with one of my own?”
Her doe eyes burned into An’s skin, her fingers climbing under An’s bra once her expression managed to neutralize, her lips grazing over An’s while proceeding to grope her body in every way she wanted. Her legs were over An’s, their saliva trailing on their school uniform.
“Wh-What–f-f*ck….What game are you imagining?” An gasped between her words once the vision of kohane departed into kisses and deep bites along her collarbone, making her voice weak and embarrassingly tremble.
Kohane grinned while grazing her hips against An’s, her hand clasping An’s jaw, lifting it up until the burning sensation climbed up An’s throat and she let out a whine.
“I’m not so sure….An chan!- Why don’t you just tell me?-” f*ck.
“What type of f*cking ploy is this?” Kohane’s hands cupped An’s ass from under her skirt, grasping tightly onto it meanwhile An worked on unbuttoning Kohane’s uniform.
“Ehhh? I’m not sure what you’re talking about- An channnn!” Kohane nearly cried out, her tone desperate and needy as if a brat.
“Don’t pull that sh*t on me, someone else may find that hot but I surely f*cking don’t.”
“An chan…..” Kohane’s eyes read a gentle plea, her fingers tracing along An’s now stripped body as they sat almost completely naked in the restroom. Fifteen minutes until passing period, fifteen minutes for them to get at least halfway satisfied and finish themselves dry before it was time for inevitable departure.
Kohane was being her generic self, a “persona” as the dictionary would often refer to it as, it made An f*cking livid, she hated when Kohane acted all soft when she knew that her heart was entirely rigid, all potential hope flooding out faster than the blood of a torn heart. It took her entirely off her mindset, soon coming back to her senses once realizing Kohane was feeling along her underwear.
“An chan…~” f*cking goddamnit. “Is it okay,...if I take off your underwear~?” Her lashes annoyingly fluttered.
“f*ck no, keep that sh*t o-on–f*ck.” An loudly groaned, almost a scream when Kohane tore the fabric off of its lace without hesitation, a piece of it still dangling on her fingers when lifting it up to An’s face.
“I’m sorry…..I guess I misheard!” She giggled, An was not f*cking laughing. “You called me out of a class when there was a perfectly good bed at my house for us to f*ck on, now we’re doing it my way and that involves a good wash and anything else I feel like doing with you, now spread your legs.” Kohane commanded, An was helpless for anything, so she abided to her demands.
Kohane leaned down, her entire body on one of An’s legs, leaving the rest of her body needing and desiring. She slammed down with no further warning, forcing the back of An’s knees to hit the cold tile. “The f*ck?” Kohane raised herself up, only to drop again and make An wince in pain. “Kohane…..come on now….this sort of f*cking is boring….you know that.” She grunted in between words, Kohane taking no breaks or peace to recollect herself. “I wanted to be…inside you?”
“Ah!- But- I’m just trying my best- An chan!-” She pouted. “P-plus….you have not been very much of a good girl for me…I like to call it a simple trick of getting what you deserve..ehe!-” Kohane’s nails were digging into An’s shoulders, her movements getting more and more aggressive and weakening An’s leg after each pounce on it, forcing her entire weight down.
An didn’t cry, she couldn't really cry either even if she were to try, Kohane’s roughness was always something she seeked to enjoy, but this time Kohane was seriously pushing her over to the edge, her dick out on her newly ironed skirt yet Kohane was just leaving her so close to her limits, she just wanted to move Kohane off her and finish the job herself.
Kohane’s knot was loosening more, moans slipping out of otherwise shut lips as she attempted to keep silent. An grabbed onto her scalp as she pulsated over her, unable to keep quiet until Kohane’s small hand slammed over her mouth, the same hand that soon trembled once she cummed on An’s thigh, heavy breaths of relief slipping through her lips, her thighs trembling around An. She pulled An in for a sloppy kiss, the lipgloss on her now being all over An’s wet face, wet from her own tears and somewhat self inflicted agony.
“Ahhhh…~ Well done An chan~! You did so well for me~” Kohane silently cheered her on.
“I didn’t do sh*t, I didn’t fe–f*ck….ing….. you-” Kohane’s hands flew down back under her skirt, stroking her dick with heavy motion, forcing her body back onto the wall, her back struggling to stand straight whenever Kohane’s thumb pressed down on her sensitive spot, which was nearly the entire thing.
“Is this ok, An chan?” The pure f*cking audacity of this woman, she plays a role of a clueless girl but An knows her better than that, she’s playing with her f*cking emotions. “I can always adjust?” Her fingers trailed to her lips, biting hard onto her finger until blood fell onto An’s skirt, she looked at it, smiling at the result while it drew closer to An’s lip. She pried her mouth open, forcing her entire finger as far as she could reach, as expected, she gagged and choked on the blood that dripped onto her tongue.
Pleasure or pain, An couldn’t decide what she was feeling more, Kohane’s blood tasted metallic against her tongue. “F-f*ck–you’re good…..you’re really really f*cking good-” An coughed out, groaning under her breath as she watched Kohane kneel down nearly to the floor, licking her tip. “God…god....Kohane?” That completely wiped her out, a completely unexpected move made by her, something they hadn’t really done or talked about in their sex life.
“f*ck…mhh~” She held it back, fighting between every muscle in her body to not violently twitch under Kohane’s hold, grasping onto her and licking her up and down only to repeat it for what almost made her run out of oxygen. “Mm..ah..~ Ko..Kohanneehhh”
She lightly nibbled on her, only taking in half the length before dropping it back on the destroyed skirt. “Mmmh-~ just as I expected, hm?” Their eyes met again. “I’d rather not get my face too close to the floor, eh….we could try this…you know….at my place….like we should’ve been f*cking doing.” There she was, the usual Kohane that An was so used to witnessing, also the Kohane that enjoyed edging her until she lost her sh*t, which was going to be decently soon.
Kohane climbed off An, sliding on her tights and plaid skirt while An watched in silence, still on the floor wincing from the twitching and lingering pleasure holding her back from jumping Kohane at that very second. Her undershirt and coat flew on directly after, her glasses being last in the items she put on. An’s vision was stuck on the shoes Kohane was wearing as she kneeled down to dig through that bag of hers, dry tears making it complicated for her to twitch her face.
A fresh uniform, towel and pack of wipes slammed onto the floor in front of her, making her flinch at the sudden noise when it echoed across that stall.
“My dad will drop us off to go to a festival with my mom, it ends at midnight and they’ll probably leave half an hour before it finishes, that leaves us with six hours of alone time at my place, next time be patient and I won’t be such a dick next time.” Kohane was rapidly beginning to dominate her in that field, leaving her on the ground struggling to catch her breath once the bell started ringing loudly over sensitive ears.
“Love ya I hope to see you at the gate at 5:45 sharp, hm?” Kohane kissed along An’s jawline.
An whined, her fingers prying into Kohane’s arms. “That wasn’t enough, I want you- actually….I need more, I need you, I need you right f*cking now, please f*ck me properly.”
“Now now, don’t be like that….I told you when we get back, now you should change and get to class….unless you would like to explain to someone why you’re topless on the bathroom floor?”
“sh*t.” An attempted to force herself up, only to see that her other leg was useless, Kohane f*cked her thigh into utter uselessness.
“Oh that’s a shame.” Kohane didn’t seem like she actually gave a f*ck, she bended down and placed a half drunken water bottle next to An. “Hope you could get up eventually…I would prefer if you actually did end up showing up so we could go for round two….guess we’ll just have to see.”
That was that, Kohane walked out of the restroom just in time for the second bell. Next class for An was going to be biology, she f*cking hated that class so it’s not like there was any point for a rush in the first place. Kohane got one step over her, she won yet again and she knew she did from that smug ass expression.
She was going to make her f*cking miserable as soon as she could, the first step would have to be changing and getting the f*ck out of there first, which was going to be complicated but possible if she called additional support, probably telling them she just fell on the floor, which could also explain the blood that along her lips and fingers.
The scenario seemed all too familiar….ah, all the times that she left Kohane soaked on the bathroom floors and janitor stalls, the times that she successfully edged Kohane and saved it for the weekends following their encounters. Kohane wasn’t scheming, she was simply using the techniques she learned from her whor* of a girlfriend. And f*ck, did she do well with it.
An was going to take it all back, she wanted to make Kohane feel the same way and maybe even worse as the sensation climbed back to her veins and entirety.
“f*cking asshole.” The deja vu returned again, before it was once Kohane stuttering those words while An could only smile at them, now it was flipped, and f*ck it was surely making her want it all over again, the choking feeling, the teasing….sh*t, maybe even the thigh riding if she got something in return after it.
