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series ; foxtrot ★⋆. ࿐࿔ episode 2 ; double trouble

[episode 1 : popcorn]

-> 21+ Megumi wants to show you exactly what you mean to him

[reader is in an unsatisfying relationship with Toji, and Megumi- who is around reader's age/a little older- thinks he can help]

-> cw: cheating, justification of cheating, toji hate nsfw: fingering, oral

In the morning you know you're in double trouble, since Toji is suspicious of where you were last night, there's a fucking bite mark on your ear that you're desperately concealing with your hair, and Megumi is only increasing his flirtatious advances.

He's going to get you killed. You have no doubt about it.

He starts using that voice on your more; the deep, seductive one from the other night. He gets nice and close, stepping up behind you when you're busy, in another world, doing some chores or reading, and he makes you jump every time.

Satisfied that you're on edge, he takes this cruel game further and starts touching you.

After he found out that you were ticklish you knew the end was near.

Toji was going to find you squealing with laughter, kicking your feet with his son pinning you to the kitchen counter with his hips.

And once he got a taste for touching you, it's all he could think about.

Staring at you in those skimpy tops no longer satisfies him.

Seeing your tits bounce, their perky outline, and those stiff nipples poking through the material just isn't enough anymore. The sight of you is leaving him horny and desperate, while he imagines what you'd sound like if he gave those nipples a good, hard suck.

He wonders how sensitive they are, what you'd taste like... until his dick springs up and he's got his first problem.

The second is you. Knocking at his door.

Toji doesn't knock.

And your knuckles make such a dainty tapping sound on the wood, like a little bird.

"Uh huh?"

He answers, cock strapped in his waistband.

"Dinner?"

"Mhm" he clears his throat and fidgets. He can see down your top from this angle. Oh god, he's getting harder.

"I'll be down in a bit."

He huffs and closes the door, sinking back onto his mattress to take care of another [name] induced boner. He swears it's like a sickness.

Maybe he's no better than his father after all.

However, their similarities are fewer than he realises.

And he has a certain trait Toji is lacking; patience.

Megumi is cunning. He watches. He observes.

Then, when he knows everything will work in his favour, he acts.

He won't get caught.

He knows Toji's habits; the late night gambling, the time he spends on his shitty car in the garage, the hours spent drinking in some rundown bar.

What a waste of time.

Especially when he could be with you instead; the glimmering light in both of their lives which Toji doesn't seem to realise, let alone appreciate.

But Megumi does.

And he wants to show you just how much he appreciates you.

So, this evening, when his father is likely to step a few metres out of the house and into the attached garage, he plans on doing just that.

He waits for him to finish undressing you with his eyes. He watches him place a firm smack on your ass when he leans over you at the fridge, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek and grabbing a few cans of beer.

He barely looks at your face. It's all about your body, as if you're some kind of glorified sex toy.

Megumi makes a little ugh noise at the vulgar display, dipping his gaze back down to the newspaper he was reading at the kitchen table.

"What's up with you, urchin?"

Toji steps up to his fully grown son and ruffles his hair before ambling towards the back door that leads to the garage, as expected.

"Get your hands off me."

How disgusting.

At least he's predictable.

Moments after he's gone you're flitting about the kitchen, making yourself a hot drink, with Megumi still sitting there, eyes following you.

He likes watching you. You seem unaware. And so trusting.

Maybe too trusting of his father, at least, and his intentions with you.

"Why do you let him touch you like that?"

You're stunned, letting out an incredulous laugh.

"Like what?"

But realistically, you know what he means.

It's the slapping, the grabbing, the nonchalance of it all... you know his dad doesn't respect you.

There's a long pause, while Megumi watches you mull it all over.

"Do you want me to touch you instead?"

Butterflies erupt in your stomach when you hear that deep tone again.

Standing up from the kitchen table, he slowly approaches you where you lean against the counter.

You think of the exchange you shared with him in the bathroom and how a few gentle yet deliberate touches ignited your senses.

He's getting close to you again, like that night, and his neck hangs down as his stoic gaze fixes on you.

And you realise now, with his son staring deeply into your eyes and his body close to yours, that Toji not only shows you a distinct lack of respect... but also intimacy.

You didn't know how badly you needed it until now.

Until Megumi started looking at you like this.

"You know I'll do it better."

Your eyes dip down over the buttons of his shirt. It's not as if Toji doesn't leave you feeling fulfilled.

But there's nothing else to it.

It's just mindless fucking and it's making you tired.

"Tell me."

His lips move but you can barely hear him, like you're underwater, drowning in his soul that you can see through his dark eyes.

"I, I–"

You shouldn't want him.

You can't have him.

Your lips tremble and he can see the worry in your face; he can read the guilty thoughts in your mind.

"It's not wrong for you to want this."

His fingers graze your hip.

You nod, listening to whatever excuse he has.

Whatever he'll say to make it all okay.

"To want me."

His thumb draws circles just under the hem of your top and your body starts to light up.

"He's not good enough..."

His head tilts microscopically towards the garage, his senses still fine tuned on you.

He wants to tell you more. He wants to tell you just how far out of his father's league you really are. He wants to tell you to ditch him and that he could give you so much more.

Instead he keeps his mouth shut, eyes open, focused on your heart, beating in your chest, your lips, your eyes... it's almost as if your body is sparkling for him, your iridescence pulling him closer.

His palm flattens against your waist, under your shirt, making you shiver.

"I want to show you... how you should be treated."

You nod slowly and he starts pushing up your top, his firm hand gliding over your skin.

He lets out a near inaudible hum, feeling your satin smooth body. All the while, he keeps his eyes on you, begging for permission to push higher.

And you ignore that deep ache in the pit of your stomach that's telling you Toji is only metres away, he'll catch you, along with the general message of you're going to hell for this.

But with Megumi's hands on your body you're in heaven.

So you let him continue, getting closer to what he wants, until he inhales sharply.

"No bra..." he whispers over your lips and marvels at the warmth of your skin.

He knew you were perfect, but actually feeling your body like this is almost too much for him.

He starts massaging your breast slowly and some pretty noises spill out of your mouth.

But you're quick to bite your lip when you hear the radio crackling from the garage, which serves as an unnerving reminder of just how close Toji is.

Completely disregarding that fact, along with both of your safety, Megumi's left hand slips up your top to join the right as he switches from gentle massaging to rubbing your nipples.

His thumbs glide over the two perky peaks of your breasts, with your eyes still locked in a deep, wanting stare, and he feels them harden. He nearly starts moaning when you lift your top up, feeling a sudden surge of blood through his guts, going south, and he can't help but pinch your little nipples harder.

He releases a soft sigh and arches down over your smaller frame, almost like he's bowing, and he presses a long, hot kiss to your neck. He uses his tongue and sucks gently, making heat pool between your legs.

His fingers have made your nipples so hard now and you're about to fall apart from that alone, with your hands clinging onto the fabric of his shirt. You can only breathe in little hushed gasps and each time he changes his technique from pinching to massaging to teasing you with his fingertips, you let out a small moan. Hearing this, he smiles against your neck and keeps tugging at you eagerly.

He's been with enough women by now to know that orgasm is possible through nipple simulation alone... You'd be surprised at the amount of girls that could achieve it.

But tonight he wants to take as much as he can.

Before his father walks in through that door he wants to claim you for himself.

So one hand leaves your chest to find the front of your thin, lycra-like shorts.

His middle finger skims over the front seams and he hums with a devious smirk on his lips. He's looking at you now, to watch your pretty face react to his touch.

"No panties?"

You shake your head slowly, eyes dipping down to avoid his gaze.

Those are just the house rules... Toji says no underwear, so that's how it is.

The younger Fushiguro seems to approve, since he bites back another devilish smile and locates your clit quickly, precisely, through your clothes and starts circling you there, keeping up his nipple pinching with his spare hand.

And it's now, with his hands expertly touching the most sensitive parts of your body, that he asks-

"Can I kiss you?"

In this moment, it really sinks in that you're doing something bad.

But your pretty lashes flutter and you nod your head, because sometimes good people do bad things.

He leans down over your body, everything about him making you feel so small, until his lips touch yours.

He's gentle and passionate, and he makes you feel adored.

From one kiss.

He pulls away and looks you in the eyes.

"Do you still want me to do this?"

Your whole body flushes from how quickly you nod.

"Mm," he eyes you up and down, "good. 'Cause I don't know how much more of this I can take..."

Your head tilts, lip tucked between your teeth.

"The flirting," he sighs heavily through his nose, eyes glazing over with heat and... aggression, "the staring."

You feel his fingertips push your shorts down slowly.

"The touching."

Your body trembles at the sound of his voice, and his long, dexterous fingers find what he wants the most.

His knee nudges your thigh open a fraction more and he spreads you with those fingers, sinking down, through the slick mess he made.

"You know what we do to each other."

"Mhm-" you nod again, holding your breath.

You know that he's had his eyes on every inch of your clothed body, clenching his jaw closed so he doesn't drool like a fucking dog, getting so pent up from the way you bend over the dining room table to serve his father breakfast that he has to rush off to the bathroom with the biggest erection between his legs. And on your way upstairs you've heard him moaning through that bathroom door, and you've paused on the hallway outside, lingering, listening to the distinct slap, slap, slap of him touching himself. And you wait there, squeezing your thighs together and praying that Toji doesn't walk up the stairs, until you hear his son moan for you.

"Y-yeah~" you know what you do to him, alright.

And he knows he can get you wet by looking at you.

He only has to lower his eyelids a fraction, giving you that powerful, dark stare that makes you weak, and you know what he's thinking about.

He can get you dripping with the sound of his voice and now he's got his hands down there it's all stacking up to be exactly how he imagined.

"You're so fucking wet," he breathes over your lips, starting to move his middle finger slowly. He takes pleasure in the way your eyelids flutter, especially when he runs his finger through your puffy, wet centre.

Your body shudders with his right hand buried in your shorts and his left holding your waist. His grip gets tighter when you start to squirm, almost like he's afraid you're going to run away.

But you can't and you won't because you're just as desperate as him, now tilting your head back up to his, lips drawing closer. He smirks and indulges you in another head spinning kiss.

And that's when things start to get a bit hazy.

Your breath intermingles and you can almost feel the arousal radiating off each other with every touch, and his finger starts to dig a bit deeper inside you, fingering you to the rhythm of your hot, breathy kissing until he's knuckle deep.

Your lips disconnect momentarily and you look between your bodies, seeing how he's got you pinned and defenceless, clothes pushed aside for his ministrations. And his clothes are on. His shirt pulls tight over his heaving chest and you notice his well fitting pants are looking... tighter than usual.

But you find his fingers under your chin, tilting your face back up to his. He doesn't want you to focus on that right now.

"Look at me."

He starts moving his finger a little faster while he drinks up all of your body.

And you realise now, in this heated and passionate affair, that father and son may have a commonality when it comes to love.

They're greedy.

And Megumi is willing to risk his neck to take all he can get from you.

He savours every hushed whimper you release each time he slides his finger in and out.

And he gives you a hot smirk, with his knee pressing your legs wider, his body overwhelming yours completely, and you feel a second finger pushing inside.

"One more.." his spare hand snakes up your body, over your shoulders, finding the back of your neck to pull you closer to him.

"You can fit one more, right?"

You're going to puncture your lip in a moment if he doesn't let up, with the way you're having to bite it closed.

"Mhm~" you nod quickly and he sinks in.

"Good girl."

He starts fingering you rougher now, making your thighs shake around his knee which is basically propping you up. And he watches you struggle like this for a moment until he gets fed up and drags a chair over, shoving it under your butt.

"Sit."

He commands and strips off your shorts fully.

If Toji walks in now you are well and truly fucked.

You can only watch in silent anticipation as the man before you gets on his knees.

He can feel your body start to tremble with excitement as he places kisses up the inside of your thighs. Your hands instinctively find his inky, messy hair and he gives you a look of seduction that makes your spine arch stupidly.

He watches you squirm for a moment longer, holding onto your legs, watching your pussy leak all over the chair.

And he realises how touched starved you are.

"He really doesn't do it right, hm?"

You shake your head slowly.

He gets closer, breathing over you until he can't take it and just has to taste you, and you moan in unison. Your hand flies to your mouth, his moans muffled by your pussy, and right now, you're so glad the radio is on next door or Toji would be hearing every last breath.

You try to quiet yourselves down, your excitement and pleasure turning into hot, shaky breathing. But you can't help the occasional sound that slips out. When he kisses you there, right on your clit, it feels like he's meant to be here.

And he goes slow, kissing building up into gentle licking, until he's making out with your pussy and your hands are pulling on his hair. That only makes him get rougher, more worked up, until his tongue is relentlessly circling you, and you're taking each other higher until your thighs are squeezing him and he knows that you're about to get off.

And he stops.

Going back to slow, needy kissing. You give him a shocked look, like you're scandalised.

He smirks and builds you up again.

But you can hear Toji banging around next door, fiddling with his car, and you're petrified he's going to come in at any moment. You hear him stepping around the garage, getting closer to the door, then heading back, almost like he's pacing around in there.

Realising you're distracted, Megumi sucks on your clit and nearly makes you yelp. He grabs you harder and slides his fingers between your legs, pressing at your pussy while flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue.

He slides two fingers in, making you gasp, the combination of fingering and licking getting your body shuddering instantly.

And he lets you have it.

He lets you cum all over him.

He hums and watches you ride his fingers, and after all his dirty, filthy thoughts, imagining how you sound, how you look, when you're cumming, he gets to witness you.

And you're so much more beautiful than he imagined.

He wants to see you do it over and over again.

But one will have to do for now.

And he gets a long one. Thanks to his edging, you're going for what feels like a full minute, squeezing his fingers and holding your jaw closed so tight.

And he's so impressed that you're not moaning his name.

"You did so well..."

But he's desperate to hear you, sooner rather than later, so he slides his fingers out, cleans you up and puts your clothes back in place.

The next words that leave his mouth are in the form of instructions.

He tells you exactly what to do.

The best option for avoiding any suspicion.

He'll tidy up the kitchen.

You'll go for a shower.

Once he's done, he's going out to the gym.

He'll cover your tracks.

Toji will step out into the front garden, smoke, and head to bed.

It's neat. It's tidy. And it'll work.

For now.

But you know, between now and your inevitable second encounter, you're going to have to tread very carefully.

megumi

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m-ayo-o · 5 days

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Hello.. (:

Pt 2 for this is done......

series ; foxtrot ★⋆. ࿐࿔ episode ; popcorn

-> 21+ megumi is starting to think his deadbeat dad doesn't deserve a girl like you

-> cw: cheating mention, toji hate, tension. wc: 2.4k

Would you ever cheat on him?

The question plays on your mind after your friends had a discussion about your older man (a subject that they will never drop due to their endless curiosity).

I'd be too scared.

One of them added. Yeah, they don't know the half of it.

You just ignore their dumb questions and refocus on the actual issue at hand, that one of them had cheated on their boyfriend and was needing some advice.

They were screwed.

But you contemplated it over and over, until you came to the conclusion that you could be convinced, coerced even, by one man other than Toji himself.

"Megumi?"

"What?" He barks back from the living room, sounding annoyed as ever.

"Popcorn?"

He grumbles affirmatively and you continue your Sunday evening routine.

You were slowly starting to admit to yourself that the only other man you could see in that light was... his hot son.

He's around your age, maybe a year or so older.

You were transfixed by him as soon as you were introduced.

His dad noticed a spark between you immediately and it made a little awkward wedge whenever you three would hang out.

You would steal glances of each other over dinner. You would smile when he spoke.

And tonight, on movie nights, Toji started noticing an odd habit forming. Usually, you'd get a bowl of popcorn while Megumi chose the movie and he cracked open a beer. You'd bring the freshly popped kernels into the living room and settle on Toji's lap, then feed him throughout the movie and eventually end up with his hands under your t-shirt.

But now, you choose to sit in the gap between the two of them. The whole reason you sat on Toji in the first place was that the sofa is a little small for the three of you.

Despite this, you bury yourself between their broad shoulders and make yourself as small as possible. But your body is in complete and undeniable contact with both men.

When Toji asks why you're sitting there, you answer with 'it's comfier here' and he just doesn't believe you. Megumi lets out a breathy snort before saying-

"She's probably just fed up with having an old man groping her all night..."

At which he receives a smack on the back of his head.

So you sit through the movie, sharing popcorn, nestled between the two of them. And you're trying to stay focused on the screen but Megumi's hands are distracting you. You curse yourself for being so idiotic. How could you be more engaged by a pair of hands than one of the most highly rated gangster movies of all time?

But the elegance of them has captured you. One rests easily on the far arm of the sofa, while the other dips in and out of the glass bowl that's sitting on your lap, rustling for fresh popcorn.

Toji's hands are attractive. Working hands. Rough and ready. Hard and thick and calloused. Before you met him you didn't know hands could look so... muscular.

But his son's are totally different. They're not feminine by any means. They look strong, too, and big, but his fingers are longer and incredibly dexterous. His nails are well maintained and everything about him is so clean and precise.

Every time you come into contact with his fingers in the bowl, your face heats up and you get a nervous feeling in your chest. But you quickly pull away and give him a little sorry glance as if you're not doing it on purpose.

When the popcorn is nearly finished those fingers dig around the bowl and pinch up the last of the most crunchy un-popped kernels which he seems to like gnawing on. And where the glass bowl is sitting on your thighs, he mindlessly searches the bottom while he's enrapt with the movie, and you look down to see his fingers over your crotch. Your eyes go wide and you feel a new wave of heat over your body. You squirm a little and try to back up, wiggling your hips into the crease of the sofa cushions.

He looks to the side to see why you're fidgeting, his eyes meeting yours briefly before they skim down your body, where he finds his fingers resting inches from the pleats of your skirt between your legs. His gaze hovers there for a moment while you stay rigidly still, and he eyes you through the glass as if you're naked under him, tapping a couple of times before pointing out the obvious;

"We're out of popcorn."

You suddenly stand up out of fear that you're going to burst into flames from his mere proximity...

You take the bowl in your hand and smooth out your skirt before heading to the kitchen to get some more. Toji pauses the film and Megumi heads for the bathroom.

After which, he saunters into the kitchen and gets a drink from the fridge. You just concentrate on the stove, where the popcorn is starting to lift the lid of the pot as you stand closely monitoring it.

"Enjoying the movie?"

He asks casually, to which you nod with a little mhm.

He gets closer and watches the popcorn with you for a few seconds.

"Bet you couldn't tell me what's happened so far," he whispers and you look to the side to meet his handsome face as he winks then strides back into the living room.

Sometimes it's like there are two of him. Honestly.

With the credits playing on screen Toji groaned and got up for a cigarette, leaving you two alone.

And you swear you couldn't cut the tension in here with the sharpest blade in the house (of which there are many).

"Who was your favourite character?"

He pipes up, adjusting his body to face you, bringing one knee up on the sofa so his legs are spread in his black jeans.

You ponder for a moment and realise you can't remember a single one of their names.

"Um..." you bite your lip as your eyes search the room.

It brings him amusement that you can't answer. So he asks you another question in this quiz you are destined to fail.

"Your favourite scene?"

A lethally attractive smirk plays on his lips. His eyebrows raise a fraction in anticipation of your reply...

There's a pause.

The silence presses you to answer.

"The.. um, the car chase was pretty intense."

You hazard a guess that there probably was one.

"Oh? So you did watch some of the movie?"

He inches closer and his hand sinks into the popcorn bowl again.

"You weren't staring at me the whole time then?"

You swallow and try to back away. From his scent, his breath, his brashness.

You thought that was Toji's thing.

You shake your head slowly, trying to deny the allegations before you hear the back door open and close.

He lingers there, with his face inches from yours, playing a deadly game of chicken.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

His dad's heavy footsteps sound along the corridor while Megumi's hand remains a glass bowl away from your body that Toji seems to think he owns.

If he found you and him like this you're sure you'd both be executed.

So you jump up from the sofa with a flick of your skirt before you all but run for the stairs.

Where Toji catches you in the corridor with your chest heaving and your cheeks burning after the close encounter with his son.

"Whoa, no running in the hallways," he jokes and grabs your waist, halting you entirely. Effortlessly.

"You in a hurry or something?"

He brings you to face him and you shake your head.

"I- I mean, yes, I just need the bathroom."

He gives you a questioning glance and notices the heat on your cheeks, the pulse beating heavy in your throat, your pupils dilated and black.

He knows this look very well.

You're... aroused.

But why do you look like this now.

He brings a thumb to your cheek that's burning up.

"Everything ok, doll?"

He has you in his clutches now. He knows something's up.

It's just an instinct. A man knows his son.

A hunter sees another hunter.

And he wants to find out what he's up to.

"Yes fine," you quirk back, pulling your shirt to waft your body, "that one sex scene got me... um," you feign embarrassment, "a bit hot."

It might be enough to cover your tracks for a moment but he gives you a suspicious once over then lets you go.

He turns and heads for the living room and you sprint up the stairs to splash your face with ice cold water.

You're playing with fire here. With both of them.

You need to put it out before someone gets burned.

When midnight came around you all finally went to bed and, as usual, you joined Toji in his room. You used the family bathroom and stumbled awkwardly into his son while wearing nothing but Toji's t-shirt.

He paused and looked you up and down in the doorway as if you were bare.

The white cotton draped over your shoulders, hanging from the perky peaks of your nipples and alluding to the curve of your hips and ass.

What's the point in women getting dressed up, the younger man thinks, when they look so good like this?

No make up, looking fresh, clean and... pure.

He could soon change that.

His stomach turns at the thought and he steps past you into the bathroom.

You sleep restlessly. It's too hot.

Toji's body gives off such heat it's stifling some nights. At least he just let you curl up next to him rather than launching a full scale investigation as to why you were looking so flustered earlier. You're sure that'll come tomorrow.

But it seems that tomorrow isn't coming anytime soon, with you getting up and down from bed all night, going to the bathroom. You're drinking so much water, trying to keep cool. Then on your latest trip you decide to douse yourself as well.

You soak a soft towel and bring the cool fabric over your face and down your neck, and you sigh, feeling instant relief, until you jump with the sound of the door creaking open.

"Wait!" You shout whisper, but the intruder ignores you.

He steps in and ruffles his spiky hair with a yawn, telling you to get out.

"Move."

But you need to cool down some more and you weren't done.

"Just- wait a second."

You attempt to scold him but his hands move quick and you're on the other side of the bathroom door before you know it.

Did he just... manhandle me?

You're shocked, mouth gaping, until the door swings open and he allows you back inside, where he closes the door and makes himself comfortable on the closed lid of the toilet.

But you're feeling far from comfortable, with him starting up an awkward line of questioning after staring at you for a few minutes.

"Why do you like him?"

You try to pretend that you didn't hear over the gentle splashing of water.

"Most women date him for his body. I can always hear them moaning."

You choke on the sip of water you were just taking from your hand.

He has your attention now. Good.

"Not you, though."

Your eyes shift in his direction and his eyebrow quirks up.

"Do you like it when he touches you?"

He thinks about all the times his dad has his big, clumsy hands on you, touching you so casually, seemingly without thought. It makes him cringe.

"Why do you let him do it in front of me? Most women would have a problem with that."

He keeps pressing. Interrogating, almost.

"You let him because you think he's attractive?"

Your cheeks burn with indignation.

Was it really that simple? Are you really that simple?

Or is it because you want him to see what his father is allowed to do to you? You want him to notice. You want him to be jealous.

Your silence only encourages him.

"So, if you have the hots for my old man," he rises to his feet and stands behind you, his arms surrounding your body with his hands on the porcelain sink, "you think I'm attractive too?"

You're caught. Trapped.

He knows it's true. You know it. And soon, you're afraid, his father will too. But he keeps going.

"And we already know your rule..." his hand makes contact with your arm and you're finally and suddenly cold.

Freezing, in fact, with goosebumps errupting and hairs prickling.

"Attractive people are allowed... to touch you."

Which was his excuse, his reasoning, for wrapping his hand around your slender wrists and holding them behind your back.

"I'm allowed, aren't I?"

He whispers in your ear through your little pleas, telling him that he shouldn't touch you, and if your dad finds out...

But you daren't finish the sentence. You don't want to admit guilt just yet. Not when it feels this good.

To be touched by him.

"You want me to, don't you?"

His tone switches from low sibilation to seduction, his pitch dropping to a deep and raspy timbre with his canines flashing a daring smile.

You can feel your body stirring; rousing to the sound of his voice.

And he presses himself as close as he has ever been to your body, his midnight eyes studying your face in the mirror before they dip over your figure, making sure to take in those damp, see through patches on the thin, white shirt. The sight of your hardened nipples through the wet material is doing terrible things to him. He has to touch you some more.

His lips make contact with the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, before he sinks his teeth into the cartilage making you choke on your own breath.

"You know what would happen, if he caught me touching you?"

You close your eyes at this and your imagination takes you to awful places. And you nod, up and down, slowly.

His lips disconnect from your ear and he releases your wrists.

"We wouldn't want that now, would we doll?"

He coos his father's nickname for you and before you know it he's giving you an easy smirk and stepping out, leaving you trembling in the bathroom.

After this chilling encounter it seems all the blood has drained from your pretty face and you're feeling much cooler. Perhaps you'll try to sleep. But you're out of luck, since the images of him keep playing through your mind.

megumi

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