Marceline and her damn oral fixation. Bonnibel was convinced that the world was against her, that Marceline was just playing with her lips and sucking on her lollys just to toy with her. It really didn't help that whenever Bonnibel caught the omega's gaze, Marceline would just innocently stare up at her through those long lashes, blinking and tilting her head like a curious puppy. Bonnibel's grip on her pen tightened when Marceline's tongue darted out to run across the sugary surface of the blue and purple lolly, clenching her jaw as she watched the younger girl close her lips around the stick and saw it bob as she sucked. It was kind of ridiculous that she wished she was that lolly. Kind of ridiculous that Bonnibel wanted Marceline's mouth around her shaft, coming up for air to ask if she was doing okay.

"D'you want one?"

Bonnibel jumped, her pen falling and rolling off her desk. Marceline had turned around amidst Bonnibel's daydreams, had offered a lolly with a sweet smile. Bonnibel shook her head no. "You're distracting me," was her excuse for staring.

"M'sorry," Marceline mumbled. The omega glanced down at Bonnibel's half finished work, then looked back up to her with a pout. "When're you gonna teach me about-," she cut herself off, chewing her bottom lip as if she was going to get chastised for saying the next half of the sentence.

Bonnibel huffed. She was already achingly hard and would probably use her spare lesson to hide away in the maths toilets again. A little studying couldn't hurt, right? "Are you free next period?"

Marceline rolled her eyes up in thought. "I think so. Kei says we have a similar timetable, and that people think I've been claimed, but I don't know my lessons yet or what that means," Marceline shrugged.

Bonnibel frowned. "What?"

"I know I should probably know it by now but I'm still really new to this and-,"

"No, not about your damn timetable. Who claimed you?"

"Oh," Marceline hummed, blinking those big green eyes at her. "I don't know? I think Keila said it could've just been a rumour spread by some of the alphas."

Bonnibel growled and leaned closer to the omega, sniffing the air around her before coming to the conclusion that Marceline had, thankfully, yet to be claimed. "So you're free?" Bonnibel muttered lowly, finally retrieving her pen from the floor.

Marceline nodded yes.

"Good."

Dragging Marceline through the halls via her damn sweater paws deemed hard enough with the omega's constant whining, add Bonnibel receiving multiple knowing looks from many of her alpha friends and she supposed that the whole building would be talking about the spectacle by lunch. She span them into her favoured hideaway, checking no one was in any of the cubicles before locking the main door. Having an unsuspecting student wandering into whatever it was they were going to do, possibly interrupting Bonnibel's work flow? That just wouldn't do. She backed Marceline into an empty cubicle, locking that behind them too just for good measure, and tried her hardest not to smile too hard when the omega hit the toilet with the backs of her legs, falling onto the closed lid with a surprised hum.

"What're we doin' in here?" Marceline mumbled, cheeks tinging with colour when Bonnibel's hands busied themselves with undoing the clasp of her belt.

Bonnibel tried her best to ignore her, tried to ignore the way she wanted to coo at those wide eyes when she undid her pants and let them pool around her ankles. "You okay?" Came out of her mouth completely unconsciously, coupled with her fingers brushing away strands of hair from Marceline's flushed face.

The omega nodded, staring everywhere but at the bulge in Bonnibel's boxers only a few centimetres away from her face. "I-Uh," Marceline swallowed, glancing up at Bonnibel with a frown threatening to become another pout. "I'm new-," she brought a hand up to wave vaguely. "To this. Is this- Is this, uh, knotting?" Bonnibel chuckled. "No, honey," she soothed, bringing her hand down from Marceline's cheek to brush over her lips. "Just sit there and look pretty okay?" Marceline's brows furrowed as she probably put too much thought into such a simple request, trying her hardest not to stare too long as Bonnibel hooked a thumb in the waistband of her boxers, pulling them down just enough so that her member sprung free, already leaking with precum and hard enough to make Marceline's jaw go slack.

Bonnibel slid her thumb between the younger girls lips as she took herself in her other hand, stroking slowly and pushing past teeth and tongue. Marceline suckled on her digit immediately, eyes now entranced by Bonnibel's hand, allowed herself to be tugged forward those few extra centimetres, thumb replaced by something much more sensitive.

The omega's tongue grazed skin and Bonnibel resisted the urge to sigh, instead moving her hand back to stroke the other girls cheek and help her move down her length. She didn't mind if Marceline couldn't take it all straight away, didn't mind if her gag reflex was awful, she just needed her, to bring her to release, to help her out just this once.

Hands covered by the sleeves of Marceline's hoodie came to settle at her hips, fingers peeking out from the material to curl against the skin there. She tugged ever so slightly to let Bonnibel know that it was okay to slide in further, green eyes rolling back as they kept eye contact.

Bonnibel groaned lightly as she hit the back of Marceline's throat, feeling the soft moan around her shaft before she heard it. Only then did Marceline's eyes flitter closed, fingers hooking into the waistband of Bonnibel's boxers, a noise stammering and dying out as quick as it started. Bonnibel huffed, wiping the sweat of her brow and putting her hand in Marceline's hair, gripping lightly as she pulled out halfway, feeling the curious tongue lap at the precum that had gathered once more before she pulled out almost completely, smudging it at her lips and smiling down at her flushed cheeks. Bonnibel barely gave Marceline time to open her eyes before she slid entirely back into her. Gently, though, because she was certain that if she was too rough too soon she'd end up with tears and that would give them away even if Marceline would want to continue.

Marceline let out a hum, nose pressed against Bonnibel's naval as Bonnibel's length twitched in her throat. Honestly, Bonnibel supposed she would've been content with this being her last day on earth. Sure, she wasn't knotting the dumb pup, but god did Marceline look cute with her mouth around her dick, cheeks all red and lips swollen and messy. Even the little concentrated furrow at her brow was adorable.

The omega nudged her hip slightly, making a noise that sounded like a whine as Bonnibel pulled out again, taking matters into her hands and bobbing her head back down without the gentle push of Bonnibel's hand on her head. Bonnibel bit back a groan and watched as Marceline's head dipped and raised back up, eyes opening with a look of resolve in her eye. Clearly, the mutt was eager to please.

Bonnibel's release came as a surprise to the both of them, apparent by Marceline's wide eyes and Bonnibel's too loud moan. It had been a while since she'd been intimate with another person before, and even then she had a grasp of when everything would happen, knew five minutes before she finished that she would, knew she wasn't interested in men at all afterwards. This was different. Girls were different, it seemed. Marceline was different. Bonnibel finished with her head pressed against the back of Marceline's mouth, thankfully in the midst of the younger girl pulling back or else she'd have choked from the suddenness, but still inside nonetheless.

Marceline's cheeks hollowed slightly as Bonnibel's fingers skittered over her jawline. "Swallow, baby," she soothed, pulling out so that she was no longer threatening to be in the danger zone of the omega's throat. Marceline's eyes fluttered closed once more, lips quivering around Bonnibel's length as she gulped and swallowed her slick, cheeks a beautiful pink when she glanced back up at her through those thick lashes. Bonnibel pulled out slowly, watching as Marceline's tongue lolled out and a bit of mess came out from the corner of her swollen lips.

Marceline's hands dropped to her sides as Bonnibel wiped herself off and tugged at her boxers and pants, doing up her zipper and belt before leaning over to clean up the mess now at the omega's chin. "Messy puppy," she muttered, eyeing Marceline's unfocused ones. "You okay? Didn't hurt you, did I?" She shook her head no. Bonnibel rolled her eyes, squatting down so that she was lower than the other girl. There was no way in hell she'd kneel in a school cubicle. "Can you at least speak to me? Make sure I didn't bust your vocal chords or something dumb like that."

"M'fine," Marceline hummed. "Jus'…" she trailed off, eyes fluttering shut once more. "M'nice."

"Alright, fine," Bonnibel huffed, put her hands on the younger girls thighs and mentally chastised herself for doing what she was about to do. If her friends knew what she was doing, she wouldn't hear the end of it.

Marceline still tasted salty on her lips. Bonnibel guessed that there was a gasp, unheard; made inaudible by her mouth, as she used Marceline's now parted lips to find that tongue of hers that she'd seen so much of, had become recently so intimately acquainted with. Marceline moaned quietly, whimpered and the sweater paws were back, this time at the nape of Bonnibel's neck, fingers toying strands of hair loose from her semi neat bun.

"Bonnie," was whispered into her mouth, all breathy and airy and cute. Damn it, why'd she have to be cute of all adjectives. Why couldn't Bonnibel be interested in a smart omega, or an interesting one.

Still, being cute wasnt going to stop Bonnibel from leaning away from her or standing back up with a crack of her knees. Being cute and pouting was definitely going to earn her another kiss though, sloppy and quick as she dragged Marceline up into a standing position.

Bonnibel supposed there were worse things to be infatuated with than a dumb mutt.