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"Hey baby, are you awake?"
Violet snapped her head to the far wall. Kyllian's voice came through just loud enough to make out.
Fucking hell. She shifted in her seat on her bed, and set her jaw and redoubled her focus on the essay in front of her.
"I know I'm going to see you in a few days, but I'm just missing you so badly..."
She threw her glasses off and buried her head in her hands. She was already hard. She was angry, too; at him, but far more at herself.
"I just can't stop thinking about you... Please..."
She undid her belt and threw off her trousers. You're pathetic.
She wandered quietly over to the wall separating their rooms. You'll never have him.
She gently sat with her back against the wall, and yanked off her underwear. Look at yourself.
She took hold of her dick. She didn't care. Not at this point, at least. She had a stupid, massive, unrequited crush, and if he kept loudly fucking his boyfriend in the next room, she was going to indulge in a little patheticness if it kept her sane.
She made slow, gentle strokes while Kyllian made soft noises behind her. More sane, anyway.
"Y-Yeah, I'm ready for you, babe..."
Violet bit her lip. She would do anything to be on the other side of this wall with him. Kyllian moaned and Violet swore she could hear the quiet squelching and shucking sounds from him working himself over. The thought of how wet he must be sent a shock through her, and her hips bucked involuntarily. She put a hand over her mouth as she stroked herself faster.
"Oh, fuck, yeah... harder- harder baby, please..."
She was going out of her mind. She would treat him so fucking right, better than whats-his-name ever did. Precum dripped down her fingers, flicked away as she furiously pumped herself. She sucked in a breath through her teeth as she bit back a moan. She didn't know what she would do if Kyllian ever found out; leave the country at the very least. Change her name again. Find work on a ship in the North Sea, maybe.
"God, yeah-!" Kyllian bucked into the wall, making Violet jump and almost cry out. She was already shaking from the adrenaline, she didn't need surprises like that giving herself away. He did it a few more times, and Violet, one hand firm over her mouth, relished the feeling of him rocking against the wall, sinking back down, her other hand now slick.
"I'm so close- fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Violet gasped as she came, her whole body ratcheting forward and almost slamming back against the wall; it took all her effort to restrain herself. She could hear Kyllian moaning through the wall, and she shivered at the sound of it. She tried to quiet her breathing and still her trembling. Her head swam, so she wasn't sure how good a job she was doing.
She blinked away the post-nut malaise and tried to see where she would have to clean later. She didn't know she had that much in her.
"Babe... you were so good..."
Violet keeled over and let herself softly collapse on her side. The word Pathetic whirled around her mind unbidden, but it wasn't wrong. She was. She was the goddamn textbook definition of it.
She let out a shaky sigh. She needed to sort herself out.
She's not so slick.
Kyllian tossed his dead phone onto his bed, where it landed with a soft thud. Technically he didn't even need it, but he liked to method act.
He could just about hear her trying to compose herself beyond the wall, and he grinned. "You're welcome, VV," he whispered, just to himself, and stood up, shakily, to make his way over to his bed for a good night's sleep.