⚠️smut
They're tucked in the back of a stairwell, pretty much in full view of anybody who walks past, and Toni has her hand up Cheryl's skirt.
This is not going to end well.
Admittedly, class is in session, and most students with a free period have already made themselves scarce. But that doesn't mean this is in any way safe, that they won't be found like this. Somebody could be late for class, or need the bathroom, or be straggling on their way to the library.
Somebody could see them.
Cheryl pulls at Toni's shirt, tries to tilt her head back from the kiss, no matter how incredible it feels. "C'mon, let's find somewhere more private," she murmurs, already breathless. She's an expert at school hook-ups, after all, and she knows all the best places they won't be disturbed.
Toni's fingers stroke high up Cheryl's thigh, and there's a low noise rumbling in her chest that sounds much like a growl. "I don't want to wait any longer," she huffs, pushing back in against Cheryl's body so she can claim her territory on Cheryl's neck.
The football coach's office isn't that far away. Or there's a bathroom right around the corner, which may never have been Cheryl's favourite place to have sex but she's willing to make an exception for Toni. Anywhere would be better than where they are right now.
But Toni's already sinking to her knees, and Cheryl isn't doing a damn thing to stop her.
"I'll be able to hear," Toni says roughly, looking up the length of Cheryl's body. "If anyone's coming this way, I'll hear."
Cheryl bites her lip. God, this is a bad idea. "You better hope the only one coming is me," she hisses, and Toni smirks, grabbing Cheryl's hips and pulling them forward.
Cheryl's back arches, head falling back to rest against the wall, as Toni goes under Cheryl's skirt. Cheryl feels herself throb in anticipation, a shiver making its way up her spine.
Toni drags her tongue over Cheryl's underwear, over and over until it's damp with her spit and until Cheryl's squirming and pulling impatiently at Toni's hair.
"I swear to god hurry up," Cheryl snaps warningly, and she can feel Toni's grin.
She exhales shakily when Toni tugs the underwear down her thighs, lets them fall to the floor around her ankles and lifts her feet so she can step out of them.
Toni shoves them in her pocket, and Cheryl raises her eyebrows pointedly. "You're giving those back when you're done."
Toni just gives her a noncommittal grunt and once again disappears under Cheryl's skirt.
Cheryl digs her teeth into her bottom lip, trying to keep her gasps to herself, and failing miserably when Toni's lips wrap around her clit. Kissing at it, sucking at it, and Cheryl hooks a leg over Toni's shoulder and tries to fuck herself down against the pressure.
Toni responds by holding Cheryl's hips still in immovable hands, and going even slower.
Sweet slick friction, Toni pushing hard with her lips, flicking soft with her tongue, and Cheryl can feel herself shaking in earnest, hips twitching under Toni's hands.
And that's when she hears it.
Laughter and voices, not loud but not quiet either. Bouncing off the echoing walls.
Getting nearer.
"Toni!" she gasps, or tries to, voice sounding raspy and distracted. The shivery feeling of pleasure is getting tighter, like a knot at the base of her spine, heart thudding and blood rushing through her veins and Toni keeps grinding her mouth, keeps twirling her tongue in all those ways that make Cheryl forget herself, that make Cheryl do stupid things like have sex in stairwells.
The voices are definitely getting louder. Definitely nearer.
Cheryl's thighs are trembling, and she knows what that means, knows how close she is. And Toni clearly knows it too, letting out a hungry groan that vibrates against Cheryl, makes her squeak and drive her teeth back into her lip. It's too loud; those people, whoever they are, they must be able to hear the noises she and Toni are making, must be able to, and somehow it's making Cheryl hotter, wetter, making her pulse against Toni's tongue.
She's dizzy, eyes rolling up, hand slapping over her mouth at the last second because she knows she can't hold back her moan.
Toni presses her face close, finally releasing her grip on Cheryl's hips enough to let Cheryl fuck her way through her climax just as hard as she needs.
Cheryl can feel her shirt clinging to her skin, heat flushed all the way up the back of her neck, panting and chest heaving as she pulls herself back together.
Toni's sitting on her heels, smiling up at her.
"Where are they?" Cheryl whispers, eyes darting to the corridor, ears straining to hear the voices again.
Toni shrugs, like their almost-audience was inconsequential. "In the bathroom. They weren't coming down this way. I told you I'd hear if someone was."
Cheryl narrows her eyes. "That was a pretty big gamble, sweetheart." She lets the pet-name drip with sarcasm. "How did you know they weren't heading for a different bathroom?"
Toni just shrugs again, clearly unbothered by the lucky escape. Her hair is tousled from where the fabric of Cheryl's skirt rucked up over it, her lips still shining with Cheryl's release.
Cheryl really wants to be mad at her, but Toni makes it so damn hard to be.
She does reach out for Toni's wrist, though, once Toni is on her feet and stepping away. "Forgetting something?" she asks with a knowing smirk.
Toni sighs and gives her a sulky look, before getting Cheryl's underwear out of her pocket and handing them over.
Cheryl steps back into them, watching Toni's pupils dilate for the slow drag of lace sliding up Cheryl's legs. She takes Toni's hand, squeezing her fingers. "Your turn," Cheryl promises with a smile. "And this time we're going somewhere we don't have to worry about being interrupted, so I can take my time."
They'll be paying a visit to the football coach's office, after all. Nice and private there, because Coach is a man of habit, and Cheryl knows he won't be back until last period.
Still, there was something about the thrill of it, of knowing how close they were to being caught. It just made Cheryl come faster, harder. Probably not a good idea to risk it twice in one afternoon, though.
Still, Cheryl decides against locking the door to the office behind them. Just for the hell of it.
A/N- this was so short lmao SORRY
