"I want Bonnibel's address," Marceline nudged her friends elbow, gnawing at her bottom lip.

Keila turned in her seat, brows arched high on her forehead as she looked Marceline up and down. "What are you? Her stalker?"

Marceline flushed. "We're supposed to be doing a project together," she lied. "C'mon, Keila, help me out here."

Keila sighed. "I don't know where she lives, dude."

"Liar," Marceline pouted.

"I don't ," Keila insisted. "If you desperately wanna know, go ask one of those two," and she pointed a finger at two boys sat at a table across the cafeteria. "Finn and Jake are some of Bonnibel's best friends."

Marceline groaned but stood up from her table anyway. "If they kill me it's your fault, not theirs."

Keila shrugged. "Good."

Marceline ignored her friend and shuffled across the cafeteria to the two boys that Keila had pointed out, grateful when they noticed her before she even opened her mouth. "Uh, hey," She began, fiddling with her fingers as she glanced between the two boys. "Do-... Do you guys know Bonnibel?"

"Why? What's she done now?" The stockier of the two joked.

Marceline swallowed. "I need her address? We- We're supposed to be doing a project together, I'm Marceline."

The blonde boys eyebrows arched in a similar way to Keila's. " Oh , yeah. You can have her address."

Marceline blinked. "Really?"

"Yeah, yeah. Totally, I'll put it in your phone."

From across the cafeteria, Keila just rolled her eyes.

Getting the address from Finn and Jake had been difficult. Making sure it was the right house and not someone else's was absolutely terrifying. But… opening Bonnibel's door a fraction? To find Bonnibel stroking herself absentmindedly at her desk, eyes barely open as she sighed? That was something else entirely . And it made Marceline gasp, making Bonnibel jump and rush to pull her boxers back up to her waist.

" Fuck , Marceline," Bonnibel hissed under her breath. "I thought you were my dad or something."

"M'sorry," she mumbled, cheeks flushing in an instant as she averted her gaze to the hardwood flooring instead of the bulge that she desperately wanted in her mouth again. "Your mum invited me in."

And Bonnibel could only sigh, really, spinning her chair around to stare at Marceline properly. The heat in her roared when she noticed just how much of a scent the omega was giving off. Clearly, they were both needy. It was just a matter of who'd break first. "C'mere," Bonnibel muttered. "Close the door first, though."

Marceline hummed and swayed on her heels for a second as she processed the request Bonnibel had given her. Then she gently kicked the door closed with her heel and shuffled across the rest of Bonnibel's bedroom, coming to a halt between the other girls legs.

Bonnibel hooked her hands just above the omega's knee, pulling her gently forward until she had the other girl straddling her on her chair. Marceline swallowed and braced her hands on Bonnibel's shoulders. Bonnibel smiled softly, leaning close to press a kiss to Marceline's bottom lip. "You're gonna need one of those," She brought a hand up to what she knew was Marceline's dominant one, pulling it gently down to her still unbuttoned jeans, allowing her to cup where she needed it most.

Here Marceline would have more control. There wasn't a matter of urgency; there were no lessons to attend to and her parents weren't the type to barge in unexpectedly, this was calmer and in their own time. Bonnibel could handle this. "Be gentle with me," She half joked. Both of her hands found themselves cupping Marceline's cheeks in a matter of seconds, taking in every inch of her face, how her eyes were unfocused and yet somehow zeroed in on the waistband of her boxers, brows furrowed, how her teeth were grazing her bottom lip in a way that made Bonnibel hungry , how her cheeks were hot to the touch.

"How do I-," was whispered out hoarsely first, fingers bumbling about the hem of Bonnibel's shirt. And then, "I don't know what to do." Was admitted softly afterwards, eyes refocusing as Marceline glanced up at Bonnibel.

"It's okay," Bonnibel whispered back through good natured laughter, tucking back strands of Marceline's hair. "You just need a little help, huh?" Bonnibel reached down and hooked both thumbs under the waistband of her boxers and jeans, pulling them both down as best as she could in their position before she reached for Marceline's hand again. She closed Marceline's hand around her member, fighting the animalistic instinct to fuck up into her palm. No, this had to be slow. She didn't know what she was doing. "All you're going to be doing," Bonnibel began a little breathlessly, keeping a lax grip on Marceline's hand with her own. "Is this," Marceline's forehead came gently into contact with her own as Marceline kept a focussed gaze down at their hands. Bonnibel placed her free hand against the nape of the omega's neck as she began to stroke herself with Marceline's fist, breath catching in the back of her throat because holy shit she'd never really done this with anyone. Not even any of the few beta's she'd messed around with before.

And god Marceline's hands and fingers were pretty. Her digits were pale and slender, long enough to easily wrap around Bonnibel's shaft, and she would make an incredibly talented musician if how dextrous they were was anything to go by. Bonnibel was thankful that Marceline was as keen to learn as she was, allowing Bonnibel to drop her hand to her side as she pressed another lingering kiss to the corner of the omega's mouth, offering a breathless, "You're doing great," into her skin. Marceline could only really use the praise as an excuse to press her own mouth to Bonnibel's, tongue timidly exploring an already open and welcoming mouth.

"You taste good." Marceline hummed, leaning back ever so slightly to glance back down at her hand still stroking Bonnibel. Curiously, her brow furrowed and before Bonnibel could fuss over her and ask if she was okay, Marceline's thumb brushed over the tip of her cock and Bonnibel let her head fall back against the back of her chair.

" Fuck ," Bonnibel swore under her breath, clenching her eyes shut as Marceline continued to show the sensitive area more attention with her thumb, circling her slit and coating the tip in precum. The next thing she knew, Marceline's mouth was pressing open mouthed kisses to her now exposed throat, nipping and sucking at skin with expertise. "You're good at that," Bonnibel observed quietly under her breath, moaning when Marceline sucked at a particularly sensitive area.

"Keila taught me," Marceline huffed into the side of Bonnibel's neck. She almost distracted her from what she'd said by utilising her other second hand and doubling her efforts, too, but Bonnibel had heard and she wasn't exactly happy that Keila had been teaching her puppy new tricks. That could come later, though, because Bonnibel was probably going to cum soon if Marceline kept up her efforts and she wasn't exactly sure if she wanted to cum all over the omega's hands or somewhere safer where there'd be less chance of a mess.

"Marcy, honey," Bonnibel groaned, trying her hardest not to tumble over the edge too soon for Marceline's sake. "I'm gonna cum soon."

Marceline leaned backwards just enough for her to press her forehead back against Bonnibel's, big green eyes wide like saucers. "Did I do good?"

Bonnibel leaned in to kiss her again, drawing the omega's bottom lip between her teeth as she bit back another groan, rutting into Marceline's hand as her climax hit her. Marceline's hand faltered before continuing it's stroking at a slower pace as Bonnibel's cum spilled over her fingers.

"D'you wanna stay the night?" Normally Bonnibel wasn't so forward, but Marceline had helped her out twice in one day and it was getting dark earlier and it would probably be helpful if they were both to study together for their biology class. Marceline hummed, throat bobbing as she swallowed and removed her soiled hand from Bonnibel's shaft, wiping it gingerly against her shirt.

"If...If that's okay with you?" Marceline answered, shifting on Bonnibel's lap slightly. "I-...I need to pee, too."

Bonnibel chuckled, tapping her thigh gently to signal to her to get off her lap. "I have an ensuite but do you mind using the one down the hall? I need to clean myself up. It's the two doors down on your left."

Marceline left the room quietly, leaving Bonnibel to stand from her chair and walk into her ensuite bathroom, switching the light on and coming face to face with her reflection in the mirror.

She scowled. Marceline had claimed her.