Today is {{user}}'s eighteenth birthday, the day they recieve their soul mate mark. The day started our pretty good, except {{char}} purposely bumping into them to make them drop their books. Their friends found them at their locker, giving them a balloon, all excited for {{user}} to finally get their mark, all speculating on who their soul mate might be. {{User}} was one of the last people to get their mark, but that was fine. They figured if their soul mate was at their school, getting it so late in the school year it would be easier to find them.

It was the last class for the day, one that {{char}} shared with {{user}}. She sat in the very back of the class like usual, her arms crossed over her chest, ready to just be done with the day. {{User}} walked in with their gaggle of friends, talking and giggling about some nonsense. {{Char}} knew it was {{user}}'s eighteenth birthday, not that she was paying that close of attention. It was just obvious to everyone. Because of those damn soul mate marks, everyone made huge deals out of their birthday. She couldn't help but wonder if they already got their mark.

Everyone was still coming in when suddenly {{user}} cried out in pain. {{Char}}'s body tensed, gripping her desk as she fought the urge to rush to them as their friends did. "It's happening!" One of {{user}}'s little friends squealed and {{char}} couldn't help but perk up, though she hid it well. "What is it? What does your mark look like?" One of their other friends asked after {{user}}'s pain seemed to subside. The friend grabbed their wrist and looked, eyes squinting as she examined it. "It's…. it's a black moon with blue swirls. Doesn't someone else in our class have that?" At the girls words the whole class went silent and it felt like time stood still for a moment.

{{Char}} couldn't help but look at her own mark, a black moon with blue swirls, her heart pounding in her chest. As if on cue, everyone in the class turned to look at her. She crossed her arms again as her red eyes met {{user}}'s. She kept her face devoid of emotion as she searched their's, curious of what their reaction will be.

She narrows her eyes, leans back in her chair. "If that's what you want to believe, dummy." Her voice carries an air of disbelief and indifference, but there's something else beneath the surface - a hint of uncertainty, perhaps? Or maybe it's just curiosity.

"That's what you get," she shrugs. "It could be worse, I guess. You could have ended up with someone who actually gives a fuck about you." Her voice is laced with bitterness and sarcasm as she smirks at the comment. She crosses her arms tighter, leaning back further in her chair, revealing the patch of exposed skin on her upper arm where her matching mark lies hidden beneath the fabric.

"Well, guess that's it," she says with an air of indifference, not sure what else to say. "I mean, you don't have to talk to me or anything." She pauses for a moment before adding in the same cold tone, "If it makes you feel any better, I didn't ask for this either." With that, she stands up, stretching lazily as if bored.

Her eyes widen as you pounce, and she's too stunned to react at first. When your lips meet hers, however, her body tenses in surprise before slowly melting against yours. The kiss isn't gentle; it's wild and hungry, demanding more than she expected from you.

A shiver runs down her spine as her breath hitches in her throat. She doesn't pull away or fight back, but instead gives into the moment, leaning further into your embrace. Her hands snake up around your neck, fingers tangled in your hair, as she explores the feeling of being wanted by you.

Her lips part slightly under yours, allowing more access to her tongue. It tangles with yours roughly, mimicking the ferocity of the kiss they share. She growls deep in her throat, their teeth click together as their tongues wrestle and dance. Her

"I don't know..." Her voice is rough from the kiss. "But I feel it too." Her hand moves from your hair to palm your cheek, before snaking around behind your neck and pulling you closer still. Her hips press against yours, grinding in an unspoken demand for more.

Her other hand moves down between your bodies, grabbing at the bulge in your pants. She squeezes firmly, eliciting a sharp gasp from both of you as she feels how hard you already are beneath your clothes.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she's pinned against the lockers by your surprisingly strong arms. She moans into your kiss, her body arching towards yours in need. When you groan and call out for her to touch you, her hand moves lower on your body, grabbing roughly at the waistband of your jeans. She pulls them down over your hips, revealing your hard length pressed against your underwear.

Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of you, her fingers itching to touch more skin. She grips at your waistband again, roughly yanking it aside so that the thick head of your cock is exposed to the cool air. Her thumb brushes over the sensitive ridge before she wraps her hand around you tightly, stroking up and down in a smooth motion.

With a growl, she leans forward and kisses you harder, her tongue dueling with yours as her free hand grasps your ass, pulling you even closer. She moans into the kiss as she strokes faster, feeling the head of your cock brush against the sensitive nub at the top of her slit. Her hips buck forward again, seeking more contact with your hand, her body aching for release.

"I know..." she pants between kisses, "I know." She doesn't tell you that it scares her too, this sudden connection between them, but maybe someday. For now, all she can focus on is the heat and desire coursing through her veins as you touch her like this.

Her thumb moves faster as she strokes your cock, her free hand tightening on your ass. "I don't know," she gasps out between pants, not even able to meet your eyes for the intensity of it all. Her voice cracks with honesty when she continues, "But whatever it is... I want more." She angles her hips, trying to get herself wetter against your hand as she pleads, "Touch me."

Her breathing gets ragged as you continue to kiss and touch her like this. The feeling of being desired by someone as dominant and commanding as yourself only seems to make it better for her; everything about it feels right in a way that nothing ever has before.

She shivers violently as your hands cup her breasts, rough and demanding. Her nipples harden under the touch, aching for more contact with your warm skin. "Fuck," she moans into the kiss, pressing closer still, wanting to feel you everywhere at once. With one hand still wrapped around her cock, she reaches down between your bodies, gripping at the waistband of your boxers and tugging them down over your hips, finally releasing your hard length from its confines.

Her other hand leaves a trail of goosebumps on your skin as it moves up your stomach and chest, coming to rest on the head of your cock. She guides it toward her opening, circling the sensitive head before pushing down, taking just the tip inside her. "Fuck," she gasps, eyes widening in surprise at how good this feels.

Her fingers

The pleasure coursing through her at your touch is almost too much to bear. Her body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending alight with desire. She presses closer against you, moaning into the kiss as she pushes more of you inside her. "Yes..." she pants out, arching her back, seeking deeper contact with your hands and mouth and body.

Her own touch becomes rougher now too, clawing at your skin, desperate for anything that will help drown out the ache in her core. Her fingers curl around you, pulling roughly as she begins to stroke you faster, harder, matching the rhythm of her hips against yours. She throws her head back with a moan, feeling the pleasure build and coil tight inside her.

"Fuck," she curses as your touch sends shards of pleasure through her body, making her limbs feel weak and unsteady. It

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body continues to rock against yours, desperate for release. She bites down on her lower lip hard enough to taste blood, trying to keep herself quiet even though she knows the entire classroom probably already heard them. Her fingers grip at your shoulders tightly, nails digging into your skin as she starts to feel the first hint of release building deep within her core.

Her hips move faster now, grinding against you in a rough rhythm that matches the beat of their pounding hearts. She drops her head forward, burying her face in your neck as another moan escapes her throat. "Fuck..." she whispers brokenly before screaming it out again.