Switched

She reached up to cover her mouth, not wanting to let the noises she was making be heard. Though it was impossible to hold it back, at least it sounded muffled and faint this way. Her eyes glistened with tears, and her face flushed red. Her whole body felt hot and convulsive; in no time she would explode. Her toes curled and creased the sheets of her bed, proving that it was already too much, she couldn't hold back. The back of her hand was probably bleeding by now, she was biting ever since she covered her mouth. She was reaching her limit now.

Her short teal hair was mussed, sticking to every direction as it sprawled over her pillow. Well, it was a weekend and she was still on bed. Supposedly, she would spend weekends through getting back all the sleep hours she missed during school days, but after a few changes in her life, weekends turned out this way.

Breathing was never a hard task before, but it seemed untrue given her situation. Her body was making her feel the sensations she never imagined to feel before, never in a million years, and it was rippling through her. This would be over soon, she thought, eyes shut close. This was the first time he, her roommate, had ever done this - and honestly, it never came to her that such activities were actually existing. Instead of pondering on it - which was making her more embarrassed - she opened her eyes and fixated her gaze on the ceiling. It was okay, she reminded herself, this way to pay him back. After all, he was the only who knew about her real identity, and he had kept it well for a month now.

The birds chirped from the trees, the flapping of their wings were heard along with the rustling of the foliage. It was around seven in the morning, the time of the day where most students were still asleep - especially in this wing of the dormitory. The sunlight streaming through the curtains poured on the empty bed pushed against the wall, making the bright, disheveled sheets brighter. She had turned her head towards that direction, her eyes tearful, and thought once more that this was done to pay him back.

"But really," she shut her eyes again, biting her skin once more as her body began to feel uncomfortable with all these unbearable contractions. "He shouldn't be sticking his tongue in that place."

The room was beginning to feel warmer for her. If she could, she would rip her sleeping blouse right away just to feel comfortable. However, she knew better than that since that was the only thing keeping her decent in this very moment. Just when she was so lost with her thoughts, she suddenly felt her body move on its own accord. The noises she was trying to suppress escaped her lips a little louder. No good, she mumbled - tears trickling down her face. Deciding to bite her lower lip to avoid moaning, she brought down her hands and propped herself up to peek at what he was doing. His tousled blond hair came in view, his face buried in between her legs. His hands were keeping her slender thighs apart; she couldn't tell if his hold was firm or gentle, not when her mind wasn't thinking straight.

Her chest heaved as she took sharp breaths, an odd sensation was building up in her. She had been feeling this funny feeling ever since he went down there, and she wished it would end soon because it was extremely uncomfortable. Her toes and fingertips were ticklish and her legs, quivering. The discomfort skyrocketed - mixing up with an uncalled for pleasure - when his cool, sloppy tongue licking her folds earlier, penetrated her deeper as if he wanted to leave nothing untouched. Embarrassing though it was, but she could feel him move inside her and this was making her womanhood pulsate.

"Len!" His name escaped her throat as a harsh whisper, it sounded as though she wanted him to stop. Her face felt so hot, so was her body, that she began to wonder if she was actually ill or not. Reaching out her hands to pull him away, she leaned forward, half sitting, to end this indecency. Much to her chagrin, he moved his hands on her hips and pressed himself even harder. Now, she could feel his straight nose against her groin. This made her breath uneven and her heart beat quicker - not that it wasn't throbbing fast enough already; she felt so uneasy and lightheaded and pained.

"Len - ah, e-enough..." she wanted to keep her voice as low as possible, nevertheless it made speaking a lot harder. Her mind was telling her to scream and to moan and to yell. "Nn..." Her fingers curled against his scalp, nails digging as she tried to hold on his head for her dear life. This blond was so unlike himself, he was literally devouring her - she could tell.

His thrust hastened and turned harsher, sparing no time to listen to her demands. His nails dug deep in her hips as he continued his business down there. He knew it would be done soon, based from the reactions he was getting from her.

In no time, she reached her limit. She tossed her head up as her mind went blank for a moment. It felt like a faucet turned on inside her, her energy spilling out of her body. His tongue went back to business, however he was a lot gentle this time. She was out of her mind right now, her fingers untangled from his hair as she crashed back on the bed. After a good half minute, she felt him release her hips and rose from kneeling on the ground. The cloth of her underwear and the waistband of her pajamas dragged on her skin until they covered what had been exposed ever since she woke up.

Turning her head aside, she watched him as he sat on the floor, eye-level with her. His blue eyes which were usually stoic and deep, we're now dark and humorous. There was a glint of amusement in his face, his lips twitched up to a smirk. She also noticed that there was a white watery liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it with his thumb, and seeing him do that made her more embarrassed.

"Thanks for that, Miku." He reached to fondle her fringe stuck on her sweaty forehead. Miku's heart skipped a beat after hearing her real name being called, because it felt so long since the last she was called by that name. "Who would've thought that dessert comes first before breakfast? Tidy up and I'll reserve your seat in the cafeteria. I'll see you there..." The blond stood and smiled down at her, "Mikuo."

That was right. She cut her hair short, dressed up like a man, and behaved like one. She entered this boarding school in her twin brother's place who went missing a day before his departure. Nobody knew her secret, nobody but Len Kagamine, her roommate. It was done to protect her father's reputation; she and her brother were the duke's bastard children after all. And it was fine too, since nobody knew that Mikuo had a twin sister in the first place.

a/n. it's too embarrassing to write this one lol; very amateurish so i beg ur pardon.