A/N: This chapter contains lemon.
Ch. 3 - Whoops A Daisy
Her heart was thumping, and her vision blurred as the hallways whipped past her vision. She could just scarcely remember her friends asking where she was going in the middle of class, not two minutes ago. She only remembered it as an insurance that by now she'd lost their or anybody else's trail. Her fervent, quick footsteps pulled her around a few sharp corners, until finally Akko found herself alone in the bathroom, and sighed. Locking the stall door behind her, she leaned against the stall and just breathed. Pausing a moment, she grew bold. She said aloud,
"T-teya freyre...?"
She had no broom with her. It was just to say something, to be whipped again.
Thwack.
"f-fuck, Teya f-freyre...!" She said it again just barely under her breath, quiet as a mouse.
Thwack.
Akko trembled as the heat rose up her stomach, slivered up her throat, and poured itself into every nook and cranny it could occupy. The poor witch knew she was suffocating herself, with the way her breath caught in her throat. Akko leaned back against the door and moaned softly skyward. She repeated the words again, convulsing reflexively as she found her own hand making a cautious approach to the hem of her skirt. She lifted it, and snaked her way beneath her underwear to find a familiar set of lips, sopping wet, now all too obviously from her own self punishment.
'...punishment. I... like being punished...'
Akko idly rubbed her slit, prodding herself only with an occasional fingertip. She didn't do this too terribly often, so she began slowly. She whispered again, and savored the still-sharp, silent and soft slash across her bottom. Another moan, louder than she would have liked, sputtered out of her mouth as she rubbed faster. Akko whispered, moaned, and covered her mouth. She kept at it for a few minutes, fighting her body's urge to collapse to her knees. Digging her heels into the bathroom tile, Akko winced, tensed at every crack of the phantom whip. All the while she kept becoming hotter and hotter until she just couldn't breathe right.
She was getting close, and she was feeling guilty. She felt shame digging into her, for finding pleasure in something so dirty. It seemed to wrap around her like the snake in her dream, and she subconsciously pulled her elbows and knees inward to mimic the constriction. Akko's attempts to suppress her moans also meant holding her breath, and becoming flusher and lightheaded the closer she became. That dream flashed vividly in front of her own eyes, the feeling of helplessness, the closeness of her friend, and the paradoxical combination of pain and pleasure she derived from it.
Finally, she simply burst, moaning something low, but conspicuous and drawn out.
"Ahhhnn... Ssuuucyyy..."
Her whole body arched against the stall door, and appreciated its support in her time of need. Akko twitched upright, splashing onto and around her own fingers, spilling an un-ladlylike amount onto the marble tile below. Her rubbing slowed back down to an idle pace, as she rode out the afterglow. She sighed, feeling accomplished.
She wasn't sure what this was, what to call it, but she was certain that it was the same mixture she had felt after her electrical encounter, only a hundred times hotter. This time, she was willing and enthused, and relished every single second of it. Panting, smiling stupidly and probably redder than a jar of pickled plums, she tried, greedily, for one more smack.
"Teya freyre."
But the only feeling that came was a slight, dull buzz around her rear end, not unlike when a limb falls asleep after sitting on it awhile.
"Oh... I guess the potion wore off..."
"Akko? You in here?" Sucy's voice called out from outside, startling Akko. She thought she had been alone, and was terrified to think she hadn't heard someone come in, worse yet that they may have heard her being busy.
In the instant of being startled, and being thrust with a fear usually reserved for that of a Lovecraft-ian horror, Akko's flight instinct kicked in. Her legs took a mind of their own, but didn't account for the mess Akko had just made between them. In a matter of a mere second, her feet had twisted and sidestepped, and slipped on the lewd liquid. Akko screamed, and then her cranium crashed into the porcelain seat behind her. The lights went out.
'...Ow.' Akko thought, having opened her eyes to the stark white interior of some room. The bright light from the large window only made her headache worse.
'Why does my head hurt so much...' As she sat up, and rubbed her head, she realized she was situated atop a cold metal examination table. The walls and ceiling were a bright medical white, adorned with cabinets filled with colorful bottles and potions, contrasting some standard gauze and band-aids. This was the infirmary. It became a bit of a running gag, that Akko was familiar with this room. She could identify where most everything was stored and could probably treat herself well enough, given her myriad reckless encounters with injury, both on and off a broom. Amanda had jokingly competed with her for awhile, to see who could visit the infirmary often enough, before the staff caught wind of it and scolded them both. But this time, for Akko, the familiarity of the room caused only anxiety and dread. She glanced over to Sucy and Lotte, and realized how she arrived here, and more embarrassingly how they probably found her.
"Oh, fuck..." Akko reddened, and hid her face in her palms.
"Akko..." Lotte began, but was cut short by Akko's plea.
"Please just... don't."
Akko didn't need to hear about how they probably found her, sprawled on the floor with her fingers down her underwear, her own liquid perversion the very cause of her tumble. There was an awkward moment of silence, that Akko at once wished would both pass quickly and also never end, lest something more terrible would happen.
"I told the nurses you tripped." Sucy said matter-of-factly. This, of course, provided no comfort by any stretch of the imagination, and only further justified Akko's anxiety.
"Guys... Oh my god..." Akko couldn't even begin. Even if she wanted to look them in the eye, the tears now welling would have blurred her vision. Shame, guilt, they had pounced on the confused witch, and finally took their fill of Akko's embarrassment.
"I...I'm...Sorry..." It was more than apparent now, as Akko choked on these words and pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to shield herself from the inevitable conversations.
"For tripping? I think you just need to watch where you're going." Lotte replied in earnest. Akko looked up and saw no contempt or second hand embarrassment in her smol friend. She was a little confused now. Sucy, with what Akko thought was the appropriate facial expression, sitting behind Lotte, repeated,
"We told the nurses you tripped." Sucy winked, but Lotte's expression didn't change. Akko gulped.
"Lotte, you should tell them Akko's awake now."
"Oh, right!" Lotte took off out the door, leaving Akko and Sucy in the cramped room. Sucy turned slowly from the door, grinning mischievously toward the table-bound witch.
'This isn't good at all. This can only be either bad or very bad.'
Akko figured this, but struggled to decide if one of the two evils was preferable. Then, a third option appeared to her mind's eye: the terrible option;
'What if she knows everything?'
It was this option Akko decided was a worst case scenario. However, if Sucy really did know everything, it meant she understood how she felt, and if she understood that much, this whole predicament could turn out to be...
'...Really, really convenient.'
The sound of plastic crumpling shook her out of her inner monologue. Sucy had casually produced a bag of potato chips. Its markings weren't in Japanese or English, but the three mushrooms on the front provided enough information. Sucy opened it, and casually popped a mushroom chip into her mouth. All the while, Sucy's eyes never left Akko's.
"...S-so, um..." Akko tried, but gave up. Sucy's mysterious, glazed but knowing gaze didn't. She took her time chewing that one mushroom chip, searching curiously into Akko's guilt-ridden eyes. She swallowed finally, and said,
"I found you before Lotte did. She still thinks you tripped. And well, you did trip, at the end there."
Lotte didn't know, that was nice enough, Akko supposed.
"...It-it wasn't what it looked like, I swear!"
Sucy's expression mirrored her thoughts:
'Yes it totally was.'
"Uh huh."
With a flick of her wand, the door shut and locked, and the window blinds were shut. An overhead light flickered on above Akko, like a spotlight. Sucy stood up, and walked over an office chair, casually adjusting it to sit at about the height of Akko's table.
"The nurses and Lotte are going to have a bit of a scavenger hunt out there. It'll keep them busy for awhile."
She walked the chair over to Akko's examination table.
"What exactly did you-"
Sucy hopped onto the chair, and stared down at the trembling mess of a girl laid out in front of her.
"Doesn't matter right now. We're going to have a chat, Akko."
"..."
"...Oh, sorry, my bad. Want a chip?
A/N: Wew lad. Another chapter down. This is a shorter chapter, and it took a little while longer than I expected. Time management is not my best friend, but I think we're making some progress.
Let me know what you think of this one! Akko's walking quite a fine line here.
Special thanks to Kaponos for giving me a shoutout in Chapter 8 of Day After Day! Please, check that fic out if you're interested in actual, high-quality Akko x Sucy fluff! (And not just this fetishism trash I'm writing, lol.)