The hallway of the A-Class dorm wing was quieter than usual at this hour… or because there's only 6 or was it 7 only A-Class this year.
Well, erm… most of the other students had already turned in, and the enchanted lights along the ceiling had dimmed to that soft blue glow they always used after midnight.
And well me? I was still in the violet dress I'd worn for the plaza, the fabric wrinkled from hours of sitting and the thin straps digging into my shoulders.
My eyes felt heavy.
The dark circles under them were probably worse than usual.
Then I saw it.
Light spilling out from the tall window of our dorm unit. Warm, yellowish light that meant someone was still awake inside.
"Oh… Rex is home?"
A small, mean little smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it.
Perfect. After what he pulled this morning— cornering me then kissing me like it was nothing, then walking off like I was supposed to just forget it —I had been waiting for a chance to get even.
A surprise attack. Jump on his back, maybe yell in his ear, maybe bite him.
Something.
Anything to wipe that annoying calm nonchalant look off his face.
I hiked up the skirt of the violet dress and did a quick little jog down the hallway, stopping right beside the window.
The curtains weren't fully closed. There was a gap just wide enough to peek through if I leaned in carefully.
I leaned in. And almost fell over backward.
Rex was standing in the middle of the living room. Completely naked. The soft light from the TV outlined every line of his torso, the muscles in his arms, the way he was looking down at someone on the couch in front of him.
A girl. Black hair. I couldn't see her face properly from this angle, but she was on her knees, close enough that her head was level with…
I staggered back from the window so fast I nearly tripped over my own feet.
My heart slammed against my ribs. What the hell. What the actual FUCK.
I forced myself to look again.
The girl had moved. She was pressing her cheek against him— against h-his DI! DIII! dick…(･ัω･ั) —eyes half-closed like she was breathing him in.
My stomach flipped. Cus what the flip.
I watched, frozen, as she shifted, pushed Rex against the couch, guided him with one hand, and slowly started to sink down.
The moment she took the head inside, a sharp little cry slipped out of her.
Even through the glass it was clear.
Then she kept going, inch by inch, until she was fully seated in his lap.
And then she started moving.
The sounds that came out of her were louder than I expected. Soft at first, then higher, needier. "Ngh… ah…! Huff… Rex…!"
W-w-what TEH EHEJEKEKK!MNAMSNA they're mating! They're making babies! Isn't t-that how baby's are make!?
I covered my face with both hands, but still watched through my fingers.
Every time she rose and dropped back down the wet sound carried just enough for me to hear it, and the moans kept getting more desperate.
She was clinging to his shoulders, head tipped back, black hair sticking to her cheeks.
Rex had his hands on her waist, steadying her, looking up at her with that same calm expression he always wore, like this was just another ordinary night.
I couldn't look away.
My hand had drifted down without me noticing. Fingers pressing against the front of my dress, right over the warmth that had suddenly started building between my legs.
The second I realized what I was doing I yanked my hand back like I'd been burned.
"What the fuck…" I whispered under my breath. "My roommate is a womanizer…?!"
I turned away from the window before I could do something even stupider.
My face felt hot. My pulse was still racing.
I walked the few steps to our front door, sat down hard with my back against it, and pulled my knees up under the violet dress.
The hallway was empty.
No one to see the way I was still breathing a little too fast, or the way I kept glancing at the thin strip of light under the door like it might somehow show me more.
I stayed there, pouting at nothing, replaying every second of what I'd just seen.
The girl's black hair.
The way she'd taken him so easily.
The sounds she made.
The calm way Rex held her.
T-the hell… (๑´•.̫ • `๑) they're… animals.
Eventually the exhaustion from the day caught up with me. My eyes drifted shut while I was still sitting there, forehead resting against my knees.
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Sigh… they're crazy… I should go and just walk around.
And, I finally opened my eyes.
I was sitting on the couch.
Rex stood in front of me. Fully naked. The same warm light from the TV painted his skin, and the thick, flushed length of him was right at my eye level.
He stepped closer until the hot tip pressed against my cheek.
I could feel the heat of it.
The slight pulse and throbbed of it.
"Rex…" I called out.
He didn't answer with words at first.
He just guided himself to my lips and pushed forward, sliding into my mouth in one slow, steady thrust.
The weight of him on my tongue made my eyes water.
He looked down at me with that same calm, slightly amused expression. "Don't talk," he said quietly. "I know you want this too. You've needed it. Just let it happen."
I nodded around him.
My hands came up on their own, wrapping around the backs of his thighs so I could pull myself closer.
I took him deeper, until the head nudged the back of my throat and saliva started to spill from the corners of my mouth.
The wet sounds were loud in the quiet room.
Every time I pulled back and pushed forward again, more of it dripped down my chin.
Ah… master… Rex.
You don't know what I'm feeling right now.
Another lick and shove.
I love this. I love this. I love this. This should've been me from the beginning. Not that random black-haired bitch. Me. Only me.
I looked up at him while I kept moving, eyes watering, lips stretched around his cock. "Master…" The word came out muffled and messy around him. "I'm taking you whole… I'm doing good… please praise me…"
Rex's hand settled in my hair. His thumb brushed the corner of my mouth where the saliva was.
That small, familiar smirk tugged at his lips.
"Good gi—"
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My eyes snapped open.
Rex's face was right beside mine, close enough that I could see the faint shadow of stubble and the tired look in his eyes.
He was leaning over the edge of the bunk somehow, staring down at me like he'd been waiting.
"WANANHSJSBSFUKANWMAAAWAHHHHANWVSH—!!!"
I screamed so loud my own voice cracked. My whole body jerked backward against the wall of the bunk.
But Rex didn't even flinch. He just looked at me for another second, then straightened up with a small, almost bored shrug.
"Wow. I guess I don't need to wake you up anymore. Let's eat."
And just like that he turned and walked out of the bedroom toward the living room, now wearing that same oversized gray shirt that… I own?
I ignored that for a bit.
I sat there frozen, heart trying to punch its way out of my chest.
The blankets were tangled around my waist. Morning light was already filtering through the curtains.
Somewhere outside a bird kept singing like nothing in the world was wrong.
Slowly, I lifted the edge of the blanket.
My red lace panties were dark and soaked through.
I stared at them for a long second, face burning.
Then I noticed the rest of it. I was wearing a plain white baggy T-shirt. Nothing else. No bra. No dress. Just the soft fabric against my skin and the cold realization that someone had changed me while I was completely out of it.
My ears went hot.
"Who changed me into this?" The answer was obvious.
There was only one other person in the dorm who could have done it.
The same person who had just looked at me like my scream was mildly interesting and then walked away.
I pulled the blanket higher, buried my face in it, and tried very hard not to think about the dream, or the window, or probably the way the white shirt felt a little too soft against my bare skin.
It didn't work.
WAHHHH Rex!!! What did you do to meeee.