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bubble-booty-cuties · 4 years ago

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Futaba’s Learning Experience~

This is a huge collaboration with my great friend BermudaStuff~!! You can find all of their amazing work on twitter right here, and I’ll attach the whole link too~! On their end they doodled a super amazing Futaba, and I got a little carried away with the story~!! Seriously, you better check out their twitter, they’re amazing, and I get to cheat and see some of their stuff early~!

Some seriously amazing Futaba that this story is based off of~! Outfit and all~! She looks amazing~!!

Made by BermudaStuff, and the link to their twitter: https://twitter.com/BermudaStuff?s=20

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Futaba sipped on her surprisingly tasty drink as the man across from her talked about a shared interest over the heavy music playing throughout the building, the sweet liquid burning nicely as it slipped down her throat and heated her core in a way she’d never felt before, making her muscles loose and her stress fade away, even if she had to be a little discreet with who saw her drinking it.

Futaba was way out of her element, deep in a dungeon with no support, no healing items, and what felt like beginner’s armor. She had met the man sat across from her online, in a small attempt to make more friends like she’d promised, and, well, they’d definitely hit it off, and after a long time, he finally convinced her to meet him in public. She was nervous, and she could feel her heart pounding the moment she got to the club, with so many people around she felt a little overwhelmed, but she had to do this, she made a promise.

Ann and Haru were nice enough to give her advice, and even take her shopping for a new outfit, though she wasn’t quite sure about their judgement anymore due to what they picked for her. Not that any of it mattered now, there wasn’t any checkpoints nearby here, and she could only keep moving forward.

“You look a little warm, Futaba, are you okay?” The man said over the music, though not too loud. They were tucked nicely away in their own little corner, in a booth that helped Futaba feel less surrounded, though she had to admit that was seeming less and less important by the sip of her drink, the warmth filling her body filling her with a sense of confidence she’d only felt a few times. It was nice, to say the least. “Maybe you should take off your jacket! It’s a little hot in here as it is!”

“M-Maybe..” Futaba gently toyed with the zipper on her chest, wondering if she should just take it off for a bit to cool off, the idea not bothering her nearly as much as she thought it would given her outfit underneath. Her white shirt hung off her shoulders in a comfy, floaty way that was meant to keep her cool while she danced in a club like this, the fabric tied off in a knot at the bottom to hug above her midsection and show off her smooth and thin waist and tummy.

Just under her small shirt was a pair of the smallest little jean shorts she’d ever worn, the thin fabric riding up between her, admittedly, plump cheeks like it was just a thong , completely disappearing between her creamy, hungry globes so her ass was permanently on display for as long as she wore those frayed shorts. When Ann had bought them for her, she was so embarrassed she felt like she could explode. Now? She didn’t mind too much, and even thought she looked good in them. Maybe she had finally leveled up! The only thing was that the shirt Ann bought her said something across the chest, and she didn’t speak or read english, so she had no idea what it said. Ann got a giggle from it though.

She felt like there was a secret debuff attached to these clothes, she just couldn’t figure out what..

She wondered if she could ask what it said from Adam, the man sat across from her. He was a foreigner after all, even if he spoke really good Japanese. He could probably tell her what it said.

“A-Adam, can you tell me what-” Just as Futaba pulled the zipper down passed her chest she heard another man’s voice yell from the side of the booth. Looking out towards the muffled voice she saw what looked like a group of men just as large, if not larger then her new friend, and they seemed to know Adam as well. Futaba just sat their sipping her drink while they said their greetings, in english, so she couldn’t tell what they were saying until Adam came back and scooted into the booth on her side, pushing her deeper into the half circle couch while his friends slid in through the other side.

“I hope you don’t mind if my friends sit here for a bit, Futaba! They won’t be here long!” He spoke over the music as another much larger man slid in closer to Futaba’s other side, effectively surrounding her on both sides while he introduced his friends. “ ...And that’s Danny! They’re cool guys! Sorry, I know we were having fun talking by ourselves!”

Futaba was small compared to most people, but these guys were big, foreigners usually were, so she couldn’t help but feel a little bit smaller then normal practically squished on both sides by two large, admittedly handsome men. Handsome? Well, they were, they all were, all.. 6 of them. She just didn’t expect to be so comfortable with the idea of finding all the guys around her pretty good looking.

“U-Um, it’s okay, I don’t mind!” She knew she should have minded, the little voice in the back of her head saying she should be embarrassed and feeling like she wanted to run, but her anxiety was currently drowning in her fifth glass of bright pink strawberry courage. “I-It’s nice to meet you all!”

Some words and greeting were passed around, some she missed, some in broken Japanese, but she got the gist of it, and soon the guys around her were joking around and laughing while she enjoyed her drink and began absentmindedly pulling her zipper down lower till her jacket just hung around her shoulders, still heating her up.

“See, there you go! You should really take that off, I bet it’s even worse with you in the middle of us all!” Adam spoke, pulling at his own button down collar, showing his own slight discomfort at the heat.

“O-Oh, yeah! Actually, do you mind telling me what this says? My friend bought me this shirt but my english skill is totally trash!” With a little nod, she took the leap and pulled her jacket over her bare shoulders and put it to the side, letting the cooler air hit her skin and showing off her slightly lewd outfit off to the men at the table.

Just about every set of eyes there went down to her chest to read what her shirt said, and while a few laughed, a few grinned, and she could feel her own insecurities tell her Ann had pulled a prank on her. Well, that was until stopped his chuckling with a little dismissive wave of his hand.

“Don’t worry about it, it basically just says ‘cute!’” The man did his best to wave away her worries, even as some of his friends said in english how much fun they were going to have. While she definitely was cute, her shirt said ‘Slut’, not ‘cute’.

“Oh, awesome!” See Futaba, you were worried for nothing! Guess that secret debuff was a secret buff all along! She’d have to thank Ann for the shirt later! ...After a few more of these yummy strawberry drinks~

“Your outfit really does look good on you, Futaba-Chan!” Said the large man to her left, his face was friendly, and she’d obviously just been introduced, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember his name.. But she still lit up at the compliment, her hunger for praise made even worse by the warmth flowing through her body, and the pleasant buzz in the back of her neck.

“Th-Thanks, my friends picked it out for me!” Futaba blushed and squirmed in her seat as the other men all said their own compliments, from praising how pretty her hair was, to how cute her glasses were, and a few more for her clothes. “Guess these give some stat buffs to my charisma!”

With a cute little blush, Futaba scratched the back of her head with a smile, eyes closed and basking in the compliments. Then suddenly she gave a cute little squeak of surprise and a jump when she felt a large, calloused hand grab just above her right knee, squeezing gently and sending tingles up her spine.

“Oh, sorry, I was just-”

“N-No, it’s okay! I don’t mind!” Futaba blushed even harder, but she had to admit she liked the feeling of his hand on her tingly skin, the contact sending a rush of warmth to her chest and head that was only made worse by the fun buzz. She knew she usually would have been going crazy with anxiety, but she actually kinda wanted him to keep his hand there.. Besides, friends could touch each other, right? She wanted to make more friends! She promised! “Y-You can keep your hand there!”

With a smile, he kept his hand there and continued his conversation with a friend, his fingers gently messaging her leg into his palm while Futaba gently shivered at the contact.

The small get together continued as if Futaba wasn’t shivering and gasping as her new friend gently massaged her leg, his hand gently sneaking up her leg until he was grabbing and groping her meaty thigh without even looking. Then, she felt another hand on her other thigh, looking to her left she saw the other man grabbing her thigh and squeezing it, smirking down at her while his other arm went around her shoulder and pulled her close to his side, filling her senses with his masculine scent, and making her spread her legs instinctively as she felt the two large hands play with her thicc, juicy thighs.

“So Futaba, you don’t seem the type to come to clubs often,” He said, getting in close to her ear while his hand hovered even closer to her core then Adam’s, clearly less reserved about groping her then his friend. “What changed your mind?”

“I-I come to clubs sometimes- Well with friends I do! We, uh, we dance a lot, so we kinda need places with music y’know?” The little redhead kinda wiggled and shuffled in place, looking shyly to the side while slightly spreading her legs even more, actually enjoying the close contact quite a bit.

“Oh wow, you didn’t mention that!” Said Adam, getting in closer on her other side, slipping his hand up her side and to her lower back. “You must be real popular when you’re out there dancing, huh?”

“I-I guess, um, m-my friend Ann is usually better at-Ah~” With a little gasp, Futaba bit her lip and threw her head to the side, trying to hold onto her sanity as she felt the man to her right slip his hand down and grab a nice, rough, firm handful of her extra meaty and jiggly ass, his fingers sinking into her flesh while he began mauling and rolling the flesh around his palm, all while the man on her left began rubbing the side of his hand firmly against the front of her shorts while grabbing her thigh, his other hand around her shoulders gently grabbing her small breast.

It felt.. Good~ Really, good~ Better then when she touched herself, and she’d done that a lot.. What, she stayed in all day, she was bound to start watching porn! She just didn’t expect to be into the really extreme stuff.. Stuff like what was happening now, stuff that was sending her burning core into an inferno that made her bite her knuckle and spread her legs for the two men to have easier access.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself~ With a body like this, I bet there isn’t a guy there who can keep their eyes off you~” The words were whispered into Futaba’s ear before the man to her left pressed his hand completely between her thighs, grabbing at her sensitive lower lips through her clothes and making her throat her head back in a small squeak.

“Yeah, why don’t you show us what kind of dances you know~? You don’t need to go far, just right here~” Futaba was losing her composure, and she even jumped in surprise when she felt the man on her left begin kissing and sucking her her neck, leading marks down her shoulder until he bit her gently enough to leave a mark, and making her press her crotch against his hand further.

“I-I don’t-Aaah~!” Futaba couldn’t think straight, her head was all fuzzy, her body was hot and needy, she could barely tell herself she needed to stop, let alone the two men filling her body and mind with pleasure so warm she felt like her mind was going numb. It was hot, her body was hot, her brain was hot, everything was so wonderfully warm she couldn’t even think straight.

“I-I need-Mmh~!” Futaba didn’t even know what she was going to say before Adam turned her head towards him and pressed his mouth against her, making her melt in pleasure before she suddenly shot up in shock and lightning pleasure. The stud to her left undid the front of her shorts and slipped his hand down her panties, gently toying with her leaking wet little cunt before pushing to fingers in, and she could feel every single second of his hand’s adventure into her inner folds.

She tried to hold onto anything, grabbing at the two men having their way with her body, but she didn’t want them to stop, she desperately didn’t want them to stop~ She felt like she was on cloud nine, she loved every second of the attention, of the feeling of being so small compared to the two massive men playing with her body. She felt one grab her wrist and lead her hand down to something warm, something throbbing and massive, and she only realized after grabbing it through his clothes that it was Adam’s massive cock. She was shocked, it was so huge, like a baseball bat, though it was probably just the warm haze over her mind that made her wonder if it’d even fit~

It was only then she remembered the other four men staring at her little show, and she couldn’t help but get even more excited at the thought of being watched. It was all so new, all too much for her to handle, and it didn’t help how the man to her left began finger fucking her little pussy, hard. She felt like she could have squirted in her shorts if she wasn’t suddenly feeling empty from Adam lifting her up and plopping her thicc, jiggly ass in his lap.

“Come on, we’re all friends here, we’re interested in what kind of dancing you’re good at,” He whispered, grabbing her by the hips and grinding up against her, his massive, throbbing cock sitting comfortably in the warm, plush valley of her plump bubble booty. “Just relax and have fun~”

Futaba just wanted to keep feeling good, she wanted to keep feeling warm, and honestly she wanted to keep feeling drop dead gorgeous from all the attention she was getting from them~ She wondered if this is how Ann felt all the time, and that it was no wonder she dressed the way she did and was a model, she felt amazing~

With a shy, lip biting smile, the adorable little redhead nodded her head, grabbed the edge of the table, and began doing what she’d seen hundreds of times before, slowly grinding and bouncing her hips against the rock hard cock lodged firmly between her cheeks, rubbing and squishing his cock with her meaty ass through his clothes, with her twin, creamy smooth, pale globes of ass rippling and wobbling like a sweet sweet cake for the man’s enjoyment.

Some of the men laughed, so whistled and catcalled, and she just smiled and blushed while looking over her shoulder at her own, tiny booty shorts covered ass sat against the bulge between her cheeks, slowly dancing with the music before she felt Adam give her a nice, solid smack across her ass, making her go a little faster on instinct. It felt so good, better then she thought it would, she honestly wanted him to do it again, to smack her ass a little harder~ She thought it would hurt, and it stung a little, but it felt so hot, so wrong in the best way~!

“Come on, you can go faster then that! Shake that ass!”

Lifting her ass more, Futaba began dancing the way An taught her in private, bouncing her ass up and down to the beat of the music, her massive cheeks jiggling with every single twerk of her wide hips till her velvety smooth mounds of ass were bouncing apart before meeting together, very lightly clapping together as she picked up the pace of her lap dance, twerking and jiggling her ass back for the man and the man sat next to him.

Futaba loved this feeling, the feeling of being the center of attention while twerking her ass, she loved the way Adam once again smacked her fat ass just to watch it jiggle, she loved knowing that monster in his pants was throbbing for her~!

She didn’t even mind that the stud on her left who she still couldn’t remember the name of smacked her ass as well, pulling out his phone and recording her twerking lapdance for his friend. She just felt so good~!

Next thing Futaba knew she was pulled out of the booth, the lights shining and the people dancing as she was dragged across the room and to the dancefloor, one arm each being pulled by two large and handsome studs she could barely remember were at her table, and she could look to her right to see that it was Adam smacking and groping her ass as she walked with them to it. Each step made her cheeks jiggle, her hips sway side to side, and she could feel the breeze across her practically naked ass as the fabric of her jean shorts rode up between her globes like a thong, and she suddenly felt a pair of hands grab her waist and pull her back against one of the men, the music playing, her ass and tits getting mauled, groped, and spanked.

It was almost a sensory overload, but she just wanted to keep dancing, keep feeling those hands on her body~! Bending at the waist, Futaba began throwing her ass back in a circle for the man pressing his crotch against her, twerking her ass to the beat of the music and losing herself to the sound, feeling her cock throb between her cheeks while she was groped and spanked from him and his friends.

She didn’t even mind being passed around by them, each one groping and playing with her body while she was passed to them for her to twerk her jiggly nerd ass on, each one bigger then the last, and she just enjoyed the feeling of their hands, and the occasional bite on her neck or shoulder, or even having a tongue shoved into her mouth~!

She just twerked her ass like.. like a slut~ She just twerked her fat, jiggly ass like a naughty slut for any guy who wanted her ass against his dick~ Her creamy cheeks rippled, wobbled, bounced, and clapped like she was just a stripper shaking it for some easy cash, but instead she just wanted to~!

Futaba was just clapping her ass on two studs at once, both pressing against one side of her ass while she threw it back when suddenly she was pulled towards the stud from earlier, the one on her left, and she felt something massive, hot, and moist slap down meatily between her cheeks, making her stop for a second, look back, and see his giant, throbbing, precum leaking cock snuggle it’s way between her cheeks for a nice warm hotdogging before she was smacked across the ass to make her keep shaking, and while she was burning red, knowing she could be caught any second, she did~ Twerking and jerking the man off with nothing but her fat, jiggly ass cheeks while he started humping and fucking her asscheeks, Futaba knew she wasn’t being herself, but she was just so warm and gooey inside, and she could barely remember her own name, she couldn’t help it~

Her massive bubble booty jiggled like jello around that throbbing cock, milking him with every move of her hips on the crowded dancefloor, making her feel like the naughtiest little whore in the building, her pale globes clapping together around that fat dick while it leaked pre between them, lubing up his own assjob while the tiny redheaded cutie continued dancing the night away~ She could see his grit teeth too, knowing she was probably making him feel so good he was about to cum, maybe, she didn’t know, but just as she was about to try even harder to make that happen she was once again grabbed by the arms and pulled deeper into the club.

On either side of her were Adam and his friends, still grabbing, still toying, but there was a different air now, a different look on their faces as she was dragged along and made out with, until she was brought to the men’s room door that the group of massive handsome men practically kicked down, the bright white light burning her eyes for all but a few seconds before she was thrown into one of the small, empty stalls, sweat dripping down her thicc, curvy body as she dropped to her knees on the dingy tiled floor, adjusting her glasses while pushing loose hair from her face.

“Wh-What’s going o-” The small redhead was abruptly cut off as the grinning men all filed into the small, hot, now steamy stall, surrounding her while she sat on her knees, leaving her at the perfect crotch height for them to look down and grin at, laughing and rubbing their cocks through their clothes.

“It’s okay sweetheart, we just loved your dancing so much, we decided we needed a more private show! You can help out a few friends, right?” One of them said, she wasn’t sure which, her head was spinning, her face red, feeling so tiny and helpless in the best way possible, right up until they all started undoing their pants and fishing out their fat, sweaty, steaming hot, musky, hairy cocks and sacks, inches from her face in that tiny stall~ They laughed at her shocked expression, mouth agape and wide eyed at the 6 fat, throbbing, musky monsters, all steel hard and standing huge in front of her face, surrounding her head and filling her head with nothing but the raw, masculine smell of sweaty, steamy cocks and sacks she’d been twerking on all night~

She couldn’t even answer before the first cock was smushed against her pretty face, steaming and smudging her glasses as the sweaty, wrist thick fuckstick began thrusting and grinding against her cheek and face, the sweaty, hairy nuts of one stud pushing against her mouth and under her nose, then one against the other side of her face, and the next under her chin, another across her forehead and eyes, then one right against her lips, until she was drowning in sweaty, throbbing, musky bitchbreakers~! Futaba couldn’t breath without nearly passing out from the delicious scent filling her head, making her mind spin and swim in a sea of butterflies.. Pretty words to describe how the hairy nuts pressing under her nose made her leak like a fucking nasty slut~!

She couldn’t stop herself from huffing those cocks and nuts, rubbing her own face against all of them, glasses fogged, eyes rolled up, knuckle deep in her own squirting cunt before finally opening her pretty little cock pillow lips and sucking in one of those sweaty sets, slurping and swirling those hairy nuts around in her mouth like she was born to wash them, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her shirt in a slippery mess before she opened her mouth, let them go, and went for the next pair of even sweatier, muskier nuts, the salty taste making her mind fade for a second before she slurped so loud she was sure the people outside the restroom could hear it.

She couldn’t think of anything else but those sweaty nuts filling her head, not her friends, not the Phantom Thieves, and not even her anime she forgot to record, it was just pure, hungry, slutty, cock crazy whorishness~! And with one more set of nuts slurped and cleaned, stray pubes left behind on her glossy, plump lips and cheek, she just rolled her tongue out and began licking and lapping at any fat set of nuts pressed under her nose to huff and clean, tips of cocks slipping inside briefly to fuck her little mouth a bit before being replaced, precum and sweat flavoring her tongue before one cock finally slammed into her mouth and into the back of her throat, making her gag and choke loudly and lewdly while other cocks ground against her face and glasses. Whoever was in her throat didn’t care she’d never sucked cock before, and just wanted to get balls deep, slamming against the back of her throat before it gave way, slamming in nuts deep, slapping his sack against her chin and burying her cute little nose in his curly pubes before beginning his brutal fucking of her tight, virgin little fucksleeve throat~!

Futaba couldn’t breath half the time, and the other half was filled with sweaty, musky nuts~! He just fucked and fucked her throat until she was seeing stars, and just used it like a stress fucktoy, growling and taking out his frustrations as she drowned in all the other cocks fucking against her face~! And just as he yanked out, it was replaced just as quick, once more, even bigger, fucking her throat and forcing her nose in a mess of pubes~! Futaba couldn’t remember what day it was if you asked, just that she was a nasty, slutty little cock sucker, if the name calling and laughing of the men was anything to go by~!

And there she sat, getting throat fucked and used by every single man who wanted to try and swab her throat with his sweaty fuckstick, until finally she was grabbed by the hair and lifted up from her knees, her world still spinning and shifting as saliva dripped onto her shirt more and more, and just as she spied the grinning face of Adam, she was shoved face first against the wall, bent at the waist with her fat, jiggly, meaty fucking ass facing the men as one, she wasn’t sure who, smacked her ass, grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulled her tiny little booty shorts to the side along with her thong, revealing her tiny little pink virgin pucker to his fat, throbbing cock.

Futaba’s back arched a bit, raising her fat ass and standing on her toes as if begging subconsciously for that fat cock to rearrange her insides to be nothing but a cumdumpster for them~! For her to be nothing but a cumdumpster for them~! And before she knew it the man pressed his bulbous tip against her clenching little asshole, pushing and forcing it in roughly, the tip much too big, her asshole much too tiny, but he didn’t care, he just yanked her hair like a bitch handle, smacked her ass, and slammed in hard~!

“AAAAaaaaaahhhhh~!!!!” Futaba squealed in pleasure and pain at the feeling of being filled and fucked by a real cock for the first time, having always been an anal whore, she always used toys on her backdoor, but his cock was so massive, so rough and hot, she felt like she was losing her mind from one thrust~! And just as quick as he slammed in, he did it again, and again, not caring in the slightest people could hear the little nerdy bitch’s screams and squeals outside the door as he anally brutalized her balls deep, slamming in as hard and fast as he wanted to for her first time, slamming in so hard her fat ass clapped against his hips like a drum, rippling like waves as those weighty, bouncy globes squished and hugged around the base of his cock so lewdly~!

Futaba didn’t know what happened, she was supposed to be the shy nerd locked in her room, not the squealing and screaming buttslut getting fucked and used by 6 men in the public bathroom~! She moaned, and squirted, and came like a nasty slut, and she felt like one too, her entire body and view rocking and jumping back and forth as she was used and abused by a man she didn’t even know the name of~! She was so fucking full, and that fat cock hurt so good, so hot, so big~!!

“You love that don’t you stupid bitch!!” Was all she heard, growling and grunting as the entire stall wall banged and shook from how hard she was getting fucked into it, sounding like an earthquake was going off instead of a tiny redheaded nerd getting absolutely anally fucked.

“Y-YESSSS~!!! I LOVE IT~!! M-MOREE, PLEASEEEE~!!!” Futaba didn’t even remember squealing that as the man pulled her hair like a handle and slammed in balls deep one last time, busting his fat, gooey, steaming hot nut up inside her asshole, shooting jet after jet inside before yanking out and letting her fall to the floor on her knees, leaning against the wall while on all fours, asshole leaking cum.

Futaba was panting, her legs were weak and shaking, and she felt drained beyond belief, like she was about to have one of her battery drained episodes again, and just as she was about to get up, she was once again grabbed by the hair and dragged to the toilet in the stall, thrown onto it, with her ass raised up, and her chest pressed against the water tank, right before she felt another smack against her ass and felt an even bigger cock pressed against her sore, leaky little hole.

“We’re not done with you yet fucking slut!!”

“AAAAAAaaaAAAAHHHHH~!!!” Futaba felt an even thicker, bigger, harder cock slam into her asshole with the strength of a freight train, must have been one of the larger guys, cause she felt like his cock was slipping her in half~!! Every thrust rocked her body against the toilet and sent her ass clapping and wobbling around his cock, his angle had his feet planted, slamming and jackhammering his cock down and into her asshole so hard she was seeing stars right from the start~!!

She couldn’t even keep her head up from the complete and brutal anal wrecking she was getting, squirting with every thrust from the monster of a man ruining her asshole like he owned her~!! And just as she was losing herself she felt the man grab the sides of her mouth, fishhooking it open and doubling his fucking anal pounding if it was even possible, tears of pleasure and pain pouring down her beautiful cheeks while he played with her lips and tongue for fun, nuts slapping her ass while she heard and saw camera flashes from behind her.

“Say it!! Say you want this fucking cum you stupid little slut!!” The man angrily slammed his cock in over and over like he wanted her to fucking pass out, so hard the entire toilet was shaking and rattling.

“I WANTSH YOU CUM SHIR~!!! PLEASH GIVE ME YOU CUM~!!!” Futaba just wanted that thick, warm, bubbly gooey feeling in her asshole, it felt so good after being used like a fucking slut, so hard and fast by the man above her she was crying, eyes rolled up in pleasure, tongue hanging out before he finally slammed nuts deep and blew his load, panting her asshole even whiter then it already was before yanking his cock out and giving her another slap across her fat ass for the hell of it.

Futaba was so far gone, she couldn’t even answer a question she couldn’t hear from one of the laughing men behind her, flashes and cameras going off while someone spread her asscheeks wide, cum leaking out of her gaping hole and onto the floor in a small puddle.

She was too limp to fight someone flipping her over onto her back on the toilet, not that she would have mind you, but she felt her legs get lifted up and someone bite her thicc, juicy thigh hard enough to leave a mark before she felt him slide up between her legs, and felt him fold her in half, her knees against her shoulders.

She wasn’t ready to feel the biggest cock of the bunch press against her gaping hole from above, the man’s massive, muscular body hovering above hers before suddenly, roughly, brutally slamming nuts deep in one single go, her eyes shooting wide as she was suddenly and roughly put in the hardest mating press she’d even seen, let alone feel.

“HNNNNNNNGGGGHAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIII~!!!” Her voice was horse and scratchy from all the screaming and squealing, but she couldn’t not scream from being split open by a wrist thick fucking pillar of meat reaching so far in her asshole she could barely breath~!! It fucking felt so good~!! She was sore, it stung, it burned, it felt so good she was squealing louder then ever before as the man piledrived his cock in like a steam piston, so hard she could barely believe she was awake~!! Each thrust was so hard she could only stretch her toes out, clenching her little asshole tight and holding onto him to keep her sanity~!!

He was silent, but growling, using her like a fucking little doll while he picked up the pace, faster, and faster, and faster until his hips were like a blur, at least to her, and she could hear her own asscheeks clapping against his nuts~!! He was like a wild fucking animal, and Futaba let the drool and tears flow~!! She must have looked like such a fucking whore, gaping and being fucked in the men’s bathroom, dressed like a dirty little slut~!!

“PLEASH~!!! DADDY~!! FUCKK MY BUTTHOLE DADDY~!!!” She didn’t even realize what she was saying until he fucked her as hard as he possibly could, his muscles straining as he slammed down balls deep so hard and fast he was groaning and yelling his own profanities, hugging her close while his massive, steel hard cock fit her to his perfect shape. Until finally, he too slammed balls deep inside her asshole and dumped his load in their new, cute little cumdumpster.

“HNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHGGGGYYYYYYEEEEESSS~!!!” Was all the little redhead could say as she wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him in as deep as he could go, filling her to the brim with so much cum it squirted out around his cock and onto his nuts, just for him to yank out his cock and shoot lines of smelly, stringy nut from her asshole all the way up to her face and across her hanging tongue and glasses.

Futaba let her legs fall down, as she was damn near unconscious, more camera flashes and laughing came around her as she was slipping into a dark, lovely void..

Just for another man to grab her and pick her up, hooking his arms under her legs for a full anal nelson..

Futaba knew she should have brought a Goho.M..

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paranetics · 4 years ago

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hiya could you do a kiadam for 17. and 22.? if your not too busy. thanks !!

17. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…” 22. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

He’s completely minding his own business, being friendly with his physics textbook, all pressed up against the end of the bookshelf in the library, successfully having a love affair with headache-inducing math equations, when Mira ambushes him.

“Hiya,” she says, suddenly right in his face.

“Aisghls!” he gurgles, in a completely manly way, thank you. She sits back on her heels and laughs at him, loud and mocking. He scowls at her.

Her braces are blue now, matching the streaks in her hair. She looks nice, he decides, all neon green and blue. The loudness of her wardrobe suits her -- she’d be strange to him if she ever tried to tone it down.

“Oh, man, you should’ve seen your face.”

“Fuck you,” Kai snaps, smoothing out the pages of his book. “I am busy learning how to destroy the AP Phys exam. Stop being a distraction.”

She pouts at him. “Come on, you're seriously not still mad at me about the ceramic pig.”

“I’m always going to be mad at you about the ceramic pig,” he says primly. Then he sighs, unable to resist. “What’s up?”

Her smile turns bright, and his heart does that familiar little stutter. Kai has always, always loved her. Sure, she’s Adam’s best friend and has inclinations more Reeve-based, but there’s always going to be something about her that just catches him in the right spot. He’s over it now, and he has erm, other areas of interest, but she’ll always be special.

“Nessa’s having a party--”

“Ugh,” Kai interrupts.

“--with alcohol--”

“Double ugh.”

“And cute boys will be there,” Mira wheedles, whipping out her best puppy-eyes.

“I don’t care,” Kai says, shuffling away from her and looking back at his textbook. The particles will... he reads.

“Adam will be there,” she tries. Obvious trump card. Goddammit.

He cuts his eyes toward her, calculating. She’s grinning, triumphant, confident that she’s got him. He groans internally, because it’s either that he goes to this party and enjoys at least twelve percent of it, or Mira and Adam will wake him up from a dead sleep sometime in the AM, drunk and needy.

Part of his resistance is a lie, he always likes parties. He doesn’t like Vanessa, but she’s Reeve’s friend, and by proxy, Mira’s friend. He can pretend to like her for one night, especially if he gets to hang out with people. What can he say, extroversion. It’s a disease.

It’s just, recently, there’s been this trend. It’s like he’s been cursed.

Kai pretends to think about it.

“Fine,” he grits out.

“Yay!” Mira says, standing up and doing a little celebratory wiggle. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and unlocks it. “I’ll add you to the group text. Also, I want Reeve to drive me so you’re taking Adam alone okay bye.”

“Huh,” Kai says as she speed-walks away from him. “What? Hey!”

But she’s gone, vaguely eucalyptus-scented-shampoo left in her wake. Alone? With Adam? Fuck.

His phone buzzes.

Group: party 🎉🥂🥳🎊 time

mirakat added humantorchkai to the group

abeaverdam: Oh he’s coming?

lochnessa: Damn I didn’t know he left his house anymore

mirakat: ya i cornered his ass in th library

mirakat: hes a total slut 4 skool

mirakat: kais my bitch tho lol so ya hes comin

mirakat: dam hes drivin u

abeaverdam: Is that ok kai?

humantorchkai: yeah

humantorchkai: when?

lochnessa: Friday.

Kai’s late to first period on Wednesday, which Reeve notices, and bugs him about for ten minutes straight. He rolls in twenty minutes after the bell, wearing the clothes he left on his bedroom floor, all rumpled up and disorganized, and without a note. He drops into his seat and makes it approximately two minutes before Reeve leans over, into his space, and starts the interrogation.

“Oh my God,” Kai says to the ceiling. “For the last time, my alarm didn’t go off.”

“My Spidey-senses tell me you’re a liar,” Reeve says, and seriously, what does Mira see in this complete dork? He’s so nosy.

Kai drags his gaze from the ceiling to stare at him. “I think your janky-ass ‘spider-sense’ needs a psych eval.”

Reeve crosses his arms and sniffs at him. “Rude. I thought we were friends.”

“We are--” Kai scrubs his hands through his hair violently, frustrated. He catches the smirk on Reeve’s face. “Hey! That doesn’t work on me anymore. I’ve evolved.”

The smirk doesn’t leave Reeve’s face.

The truth is, Kai’s late because he had a nightmare. Or a wet dream. Depends on your definition of either thing. It’s been reoccurring pretty consistently, and Kai always wakes up from it breathing hard, adrenaline in his veins, and a hard-on. Today just happened to be shittier, and he couldn’t get back to sleep right away, so he overslept when his alarm went off.

It’s pretty much the worst, been happening for almost a month, and Kai is slowly losing his mind. But. whatever, the important part is this: he’s with Adam, and Adam kisses him. They could be in space, or in a submarine, or whatever Kai’s subconscious feels like cooking up. They could be anything, pirates, elven rebel warriors, it doesn't matter. In every dream, Kai’s with Adam, and at some point Adam leans over, the smell of Hennessy whiskey on his breath, and kisses Kai.

It’s why Kai’s been so rigid lately, avoiding his friends and refusing to go to parties, because of what happened Last Time he’d gone.

Mad Libs! Fill in the blanks, Sherlock.

He’s so totally, totally, totally screwed. And no one is allowed to know, not even Reeve, who knows Adam’s a flirty drunk and that Kai’s pathetic, and hasn’t even told anyone any of Kai’s other secrets, because this? This is world-ending levels of FUCK.

So, when the bell rings, Kai basically sprints out the door to avoid Reeve.

Group: party 🎉🥂🥳🎊 time

speedyskeet: should i bring da weed

reever: ohhh shiiiit hell yeah

lochnessa: No LSD though

speedyskeet: :O

speedyskeet: um ok MOM

reever: wtf ness

reever: psychedelic rights!!!

speedyskeet: let me get us fkd up!!

mirakat: wait didnt we hav 2 call an ambulance 4 coop last time u brought more than weed to a party

mirakat: or was tht a different school

speedyskeet: .........

speedyskeet: ok so im assuming edibles and my bong right

Kai takes his lunch to Mr Tucker’s room.

Mr Tucker is the APUS history teacher for the senior class, and he is the only non-STEM teacher that Kai likes. Mira is also his favorite student, so he lets them eat lunch in his room. It’s better than fighting for a spot in the crowded cafeteria, and Kai likes hiding from the rest of the student body.

Adam, Reeve, and Mira are sitting at one of the table groups when Kai walks in with his plate of chicken nuggets, Vanessa and Skeet nowhere to be seen. They’re probably getting high in the parking lot.

Mr Tucker is scrolling through youtube, his computer desktop displayed on the projector screen.

“Why’d you look up Nyan cat?” Kai asks, tilting his head as he watches Mr Tucker scroll.

“It’s stuck in his head,” Mira pipes up, helpfully.

Mr Tucker grunts confirmation and apparently selects the version he likes. Reeve groans when it starts playing, slumping forward over his tuna salad. Mr Tucker picks up his normal vegetable-based salad, his bushy mustache wiggling in that way that means he’s smiling.

Kai sits next to Reeve, across from Adam. Mistake, Kai realizes too late. Big mistake. Because now they have to make eye contact, and Kai’s belly catches fire at the memory of drunkAdamhe’sKISSINGMESOMEONEHELP when he looks down at his plate of chicken nuggets. It’ll be obvious on his face in a few moments, he’s never been able to fight off a blush well, and then there’s going to be Questions. Capital-Q Questions.

But Reeve’s talking about, like, whatever drama majors talk about, and when Kai chances a peek up, Adam’s not looking at him. So.

Kai can’t help it, okay? He’s creepy. Sue him. No wait, that’s not-- ugh.

Kai studies the contours of Adam’s face while he’s not looking. His high cheekbones and his sharp chin. His heavy eyebrows that are shaped perfectly (”Ugh, you’re so fucking gross,” Reeve had said when Kai had voiced this thought aloud. “His eyebrows? I think you need to ask him out. Get it out of your system.”) and his eyes are that warm shade of brown, almost gold, soft and kind.

His hair is longer now, and errant curls flop over his forehead and around his ears. Kai watches the long line of Adam’s throat when he tilts his head back from the force of laughing at something Reeve said. Kai’s transfixed by the inviting stretch of dark skin, entertaining a thought of leaning over and just biting down so it’s not his fault he doesn’t see it coming when Reeve violently jabs him in the rib.

Kai jumps. “Ah! What the fuck?”

“Language,” Mr Tucker says in the toneless inflection of someone who doesn’t really care but responds on reflex. He’s now scrolling through Seasame Street videos.

Reeve shrugs, unrepentant. “You were gone there, dude.”

“Yeah,” Adam agrees, eyebrows raised in polite curiosity. “Planet Zenon gone.”

Kai ducks his head. “I’m, uh, stressed about AP physics?” he tries.

“Uh-huh,” Reeve says, “and are you asking us to confirm that for you?”

“Leave him alone,” Mira interrupts mildly. “Only, like, a hundred people a year get above a three on that exam.”

“Wow, how is that class still funded?” Adam asks.

“Elitism?” Mira guesses. “Maybe it’s like, a torture thing. Like, a test within a test.”

“What,” Reeve says, “like, if you pass you can become a super-secret spy?”

“Or I can, like, do another Chernobyl. Or I’m allowed secret access to government secrets. Ooh, maybe they’ll tell me the moon is a projection into the sky.” Kai says, warming to this idea.

“Then how would they explain waves?” Reeve asks.

“Uh, giant wave pool,” Kai answers.

“Hot take: the world is in a giant wave pool,” Mira grins at him.

Adam blinks almost in slow-motion, the sweep of his eyelashes against his cheeks, a smile growing on his face, and Kai is once again caught like a fly in honey. Just like that, all the saliva is gone from Kai’s mouth, and he’s completely lost the thread of whatever’s happening around him.

Okay, so, recap: totally, totally, totally screwed.

adam: U sure you’re ok driving me?

kai: dam i swear its fine

kai: i’d say something if it was a problem

kai: my parents have been trying to kick me out basically every weekend, this’ll make them so fucking happy

adam: Lol

adam: [A stock photo of two white parents sitting on a beach towel in a tropical location, smiling adoringly at each other. In the blurry background, a toddler with similar skin color and hair is being attacked by a seagull.]

“There is a PROBLEM!” Kai announces, flopping heavily onto his bed, tossing an arm dramatically over his forehead. Mira doesn’t even look up at him.

“Hm?” she says from the floor, knees drawn up to her chest, eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration. She’s looking more at her iPad than at him.

“Oh my God,” Kai groans. “You don’t even care. I’m nothing to you. You enjoy my suffering.”

“Die white man,” Mira says tonelessly. “I’m trying to beat my old high score in Tetris. What’s your damage.”

“I have nothing to wear on Friday,” Kai moans, pained.

“What? Why do you even care? Your regular clothes are fine.”

“Oh my God, Mira! It’s a party,” Kai breathes the word like its holy, a precious thing nestled in the crook of his tongue, not to be defiled by people who wear school clothes to special events. “And I want to get hit on.”

“I’ll hit on you,” Mira promises. The iPad makes a wah-wah-wah sound. She sighs, setting it aside and looking up at him, expression thoroughly unamused, clearly blaming him for her high-score loss.

“I did not do that,” Kai says. The blood’s started rushing to his head, so he sits up and blinks away the black spots as they dance in front of his vision. “I just wanna be hot,” he whines.

“Okay, so, wear that stupid blue button-up with the tigers on it, and the black skinny jeans. It brings out your eyes,” she elaborates. “And tucked-in button-ups are hot on dudes. Oh, and--”

“If you’re gonna Queer Eye me, I swear to God,” Kai complains.

“Will you just... I was gonna say you should wear a tiny bit of eyeliner. It’s like, accentuating your features or some shit.”

“Why should I trust you?” Kai asks playfully. “I’ve never seen you go anywhere near a make-up in my life.”

Mira shrugs. “I saw it on Instagram. Anyways, Reeve said I have ‘good bone structure’, what does that even mean?”

“That he’s an idiot and I can’t believe you’re into him?” Kai ventures. Mira glares at him, so Kai leans back on the bed, rolling his eyes up to the bedroom ceiling at the glow-in-the-dark stick-on stars that have been there since he was seven. “Okay, okay. He was probably trying to compliment you, but since he’s a robot sent by aliens to infiltrate the earth he did it in a really bizarre way.”

Mira perks up. “You think?”

“He said ‘good’.”

“What should I say back?”

“Erm, that you’ll have his babies?”

Mira throws one of her glittery highlighter pens at him. It bounces off the center of his forehead and onto his lap. He laughs, picking it up and tossing it back.

“I don’t know,” he admits. “Maybe say that you like his bones, too.”

Mira takes out her phone.

adam: [A picture of a pina colada sitting on a kitchen counter in a pool of sunlight.]

adam: Winky face

kai: you could just like, use the emoji keyboard instead of typing it out

adam: Don’t make me frowny face

Kai spends fifteen minutes messing with his hair in the mirror. He gels it sticking up, twists his mouth critically at his reflection, and wets his hands to wipe it out. Nothing’s working for him today. It’s just one of those things, his clothes seem to hang off him awkwardly, and nothing looks right.

He makes a sound of frustration, and his mom pokes her head into the bathroom.

“Oh,” she says. “I thought you were going to a party?”

“Mom,” he growls. “I’m getting ready!”

“Hm.”

She pushes the door all the way open, surveys him from head to toe, and reaches over to run a hand through his hair, leaving parts sticking up in her wake. Kai looks in the mirror. Now, instead of awkward ‘trying-too-hard’, he looks artfully tousled. He unbuttons two top buttons of his tiger shirt, and messes with the collar to make it look like someone had grabbed it and reeled him in for a kiss. He grins at himself.

“That’s better, I think,” she says.

“Thanks Mom,” he says, shuffling past her and out to the hallway.

“Limit yourself to three drinks!” she calls as he stuffs his feet into old converse. “If you get too intoxicated to drive, spend the night! Just text! Don’t forget to wear condoms and--”

Kai shuts the door in her face.

His car is a silver Prius, owned five times prior to him. The interior always smells a little bit like shamrock shake and in the winter requires a prayer and three engine turnovers to start. Kai loves it.

He pulls up to Adam’s street and texts without looking that he’s close. He parks in the street, and jogs up to Adam’s front door. He raps his knuckles on Adam’s door, the red one with caterpillar decals, and a blue handprint on the doorknob.

Adam throws open the door. “Gimme a sec, gotta grab my jacket.”

He’s wearing a white shirt and Kai’s favorite jeans of his (do Not judge him, okay, liking your crush’s ass is basically a given and is no longer considered a sin under the New Testament, so really Kai’s not weird for liking this pair of Adam’s jeans because it accentuates his butt.), the ones with rips in the thigh and at both knees, because Adam lives reckless and dies reckless.

He jams his feet into vans and grabs the heavy olive jacket off the coatrack and follows Kai out to the Prius.

“You look nice,” Adam says, offhand. Kai feels how hot his face immediately gets and hopes it isn’t ugly, sometimes his blushes look like a rash.

“Thanks,” he says, rubbing his neck, right hand fumbling for his keys.

They slide into their seats, and Kai is hit with the violent-sense memory of Hennesy whiskey, and dark streetlamps, and Adam’s soft voice and brown puppy-dog eyes imploring Kai, look at me. Look at me, please. And. And.

His phone buzzes.

“Oh, Vanessa wants us to pick up some soda,” Kai says through the rock in his throat.

“Ooh, ooh. Cherry 7-Up, Jarritos Lime, uh like, a ton of Mountain Dew... and Coke! We’ll need Coke,” Adam rambles as Kai pulls away from the street and heads toward the local general store.

mira: WHERE

mira: R

mira: U

mira: 2

mira: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kai frowns at his phone. They’re in the check-out line, waiting for their turn with about three tons of soda on the conveyer. Kai’s got a fifty dollar bill from his parents, because they’re stupidly open-minded, but he’s still gonna make Vanessa pay him back. Adam’s inspecting the tabloids, making comments about all of the covers and whatever he thinks about them.

kai: WE’RE

kai: FUCKING

(Not sent !) kai: GETTING

(Not sent !) kai: DRINKS

mira: FUHDUK WHATTTT!!!?????????

Kai groans.

The party’s already alive by the time Adam and Kai get there, music thrumming against the walls of the house, the glass panes of the windows shaking with the vibrations. Weighed down by plastic bags full of drinks, and a little bit anxious, Kai fumbles with the door handle three times until Adam reaches over him and opens it.

The crowd is huge. He didn’t even know that Vanessa and Skeet knew this many people. There’s a wall of heat that hits them when they step inside, the difference between the inside and outside must be a solid ten degrees. Most people are crammed in the living room, near the speakers, where a sort of impromptu dancefloor has evolved. There are plenty of people lining the hallways, sitting on the stairs, and spilling over into the other places of the house.

Vanessa has changed the lightbulbs to fuschia, cobalt, and teal colors, so the house looks almost like a club from a TV show. There’s this haze over everything - and, yep, definitely Skeet’s weed - that makes it seem smoky and mysterious. Adam kicks the door shut behind them as they begin to navigate the crowd.

Skeet’s leaning against one of the walls, talking to a tiny girl with piercings and too much eyeliner. She tosses her head, her hair flying up like a halo for a moment, luminescent in the multicolored lights of the house, and leans closer to Skeet. She’s holding a red solo cup, Skeet’s holding weed, and Kai’s arms are starting to hurt from all the soda.

“So, your, like, real name is Skeet? What kind of name is that? I mean, like, who does that to their kid?” she’s asking, valley girl accent and everything, even twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

Skeet shrugs, unbothered. “My parents are hippies.” he spots them, then, and lifts his joint in a get over here gesture. Kai and Adam shove some people to stand in front of him. He grins. “Oh, dudes, nice. You got drinks. I wasn’t sure if you would, since Mira told us that you, uh, made a pit stop.” he waggles his eyebrows.

Kai groans, flushing.

“Uh, yeah,” Adam says, lifting up his bags. “for drinks? Hello?”

Skeet leers, grin stretching bigger. Kai scowls. He’s going to eat her one day, all Hannibal-Lecter style.

“Where is Mira, anyway?” he cuts in before Skeet says anything weird. “Where should we put the drinks?”

“Oh, just, you know,” Skeet makes a vague gesture with his hand that doesn’t really mean anything. “I think I saw her in the kitchen?”

“Thanks,” Kai mutters, shoving through the crowd and deeper into the house.

Mira and Vanessa are leaning against the sink, Reeve’s standing at the counter, completely covered in bottles of alcohol, thumb and forefinger at his chin like he’s surveying fine art.

“Oh! You made it! I hate vodka without coke,” Mira says, striding forward and grabbing the bags from Adam.

Kai followers her back to the counter, and shoves the receipt into Vanessa’s limp hands without looking at her. Together, Kai and Mira start to set up the drink line, stacking up all the empty red cups at the edge of the counter as they try to make sure all the soda and alcohol are equally accessible. How Skeet even gets this stuff... he shudders to think.

Kai waits until Adam and Reeve have wandered out of earshot to lean into Mira’s space. Vanessa had vacated the premise the moment it looked like any physical work would be happening, so he doesn’t worry about her particular brand of nosiness. He takes his phone out of his pocket and tilts the screen so she can see it.

“My texts didn’t send,” he tells her in a low voice. “We weren’t actually, you know.” he flushes violently.

Mira shoots him a grin. “No, I guessed that something had happened. It was just funny. You look nice.”

He smiles at her, genuinely, which means his gums are probably showing. She looks nice too, in her little black dress with a flared skirt and combat boots. The neon green streaks in her hair glow in the weird light of the house.

“I like your outfit,” he says. The din in the background is starting to grow. More people have probably showed up.

She nods at his jeans. “Cuffed jeans. The true mark of a bisexual.”

Kai nods very seriously. “I can’t leave my house without announcing every aspect of my sexuality to the entire world.”

Adam’s talking to a group of people at the other end of the kitchen, his smile is blindly white in the pink light, skin pitched a shade darker, a stark difference against the glow of his white shirt. Staring, unable to look away, Kai steals Mira’s cup and takes a swig. It’s straight vodka, so Kai coughs immediately when it hits his tongue.

Mira laughs at him.

Group: party 🎉🥂🥳🎊 time

speedyskeet: do any of u know anyone named travis montery

mirakat: no

lochnessa: No

abeaverdam: Nope!

humantorchkai: no

reever: nah

speedyskeet: fucking L lmao

speedyskeet: im kicking this fool out then

Kai’s wandering around, pleasantly buzzed from two Cherry 7-Ups with a tiny bit of vodka, looking for any familiar face. Mira and Reeve had abandoned him pretty much straight away, he’d left Adam alone in the kitchen, and he’s actively avoiding Vanessa.

He stumbles around, moving his shoulders a bit in time with the music, his body gone languid and loose from the heat and the alcohol and the atmosphere.

His phone beeps at him again. He really hopes it's not Skeet checking with them before he bounces a guy again. It’s just Mira, he sees, when he’s fumbled his phone out of his back pocket. He has to squint to read in the pink light amid the thrumming bodies of people all around him.

Eventually, he escapes the crowd and heads down the stairs to the “game room” and finds another living room, with a soft white carpet and a couch in front of a big flatscreen. There’s a group of about a dozen kids, plus Kai’s friends, sitting on the carpet in a circle by the couch, with a beer bottle laying on a Monopoly game board. Kai blinks, the lights here aren’t fun colors, and everyone in the circle raises their arms and cheers when they see him.

He walks over to them. Mira grabs his arm and begins to drag him onto the carpet beside her. The group begins to chant.

“Spin the bottle! Spin the bottle!”

Oh, no fuck, Kai thinks, beginning to resist Mira’s grip on his arm. His drink is sloshing about, and Kai holds it away from his shirt and pants as he tries to reverse his crouch and pull his arm back. Skeet reaches up and confiscates the cup, downing the rest of it in one go.

“Spin the bottle! Spin the bottle! Spin the bottle!”

But he’s buzzed and his coordination is spotty, so when Adam reaches out with his hand and spins the beer bottle, Mira tugs once, hard, and Kai crashes onto the carpet, and the bottle spins,

and spins,

and spins.

And points the neck straight at Kai’s disheveled spot in the circle.

So, let’s revisit that cursed theory, shall we?

Kai looks at Adam, and Adam looks at him. He’s got that dopey half-smile on his face, and his pupils are blown wide, iris a thin gold ring around them. Kai knows when Adam’s drunk, or blackout, and he’s tipsy right now, just like Kai. And... oh no. But the kids in the circle are jeering, giggling delightedly.

“Uh,” Kai says.

Adam licks his lips, and Kai tracks the movement of his tongue helplessly. His eyes are moving on Kai’s face, like he’s cataloging everything, like he can’t keep them still. Kai’s mouth is very, very dry, and he misses having the cup in his hand.

“So, uh,” he says, and the tension buzzes even harder. “Is this, like, a kissing thing?”

Skeet grabs him by the arms and manhandles him up. Reeve and Vanessa grab Adam and start frogmarching them down the short hall toward some rooms and closed doors.

“No,” Skeet says, “This is more like a seven minutes in heaven thing.”

“Wait,” Kai says. Skeet reaches past him and opens a door. “Wait.” Skeet pushes him in, and Adam follows behind. “Wait.” The door clicks shut, then there's a clunk, then the sound of something heavy being pushed against the door.

Kai tries the knob, but it's locked. He jiggles it, but his muscles won’t cooperate and yank hard enough. Adam could probably break it open, but Kai has the vague thought of Vanessa’s parents and property damage, and underage drinking.

“Guys!” Adam yells. He pounds on the door with his fist. “Guys! This isn’t funny!”

But they don’t answer.

Evil. Mental note: make sure your friends aren’t evil next time.

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while,” Kai sighs, giving up on the door.

They’ll just have to wait out the seven-minute sentence. It’s simultaneously worse and so much better than the alternative. This way, Adam won’t have to kiss Kai if he doesn’t want to. But also: he won’t have to kiss Kai if he doesn’t want to. It’s a testament to how drunk all of them really are.

Kai turns, presses his back against the door, and slides down it, pulling his knees to his chest, wrapping his hands around his shins, and resting his cheek on his knee. He surveys the room. It’s small and dark, Kai doesn’t have the wherewithal to search for the light switch, but from what Kai can see it looks like a guest room no one ever uses and has accumulated with old junk. There’s a tiny window at the opposite wall that leads up to the lawn. Adam groans and drops onto the ground beside Kai.

The night is clear the moonlight is touching the window and peeking into the room. Adam’s shirt is glowing against his skin from the moonlight, his eyes a bright point in the semi-dark of the room. Kai locks eyes with Adam, and the tension from earlier crops back up tenfold.

This situation is... stupidly pointed. Kai’s pretty sure Reeve is the only person in the world who knows Kai thinks Adam is kinda hot, but he’d also have to be massively stupid to ignore the strain in their friend group lately.

Adam’s looking at him the way he does right before he reaches out to touch Kai’s hair, or brush his fingers against Kai’s freckles, or leans over to kiss Kai’s cheek. He’s looking at Kai like a hungry man, like he’s about to make the stupidest decision of his life and never look back. Kai can feel the pull of that look drawing him in, the temptation to run his hands against Adam’s chest, touching his shoulders or his mouth.

So Kai does the only thing he can think of.

“What did you think of that new Hey Arthur episode?”

Adam blinks at him. “Uh. You mean that kids show?”

Kai bites his lip and nods vigorously.

Totally. Totally. Totally screwed.

reeb: [A video of Mira on the dancefloor among a huge throng of teens. The song in the background is completely drowned out by people attempting to sing along drunkenly. She’s grinding against Vanessa, who’s wearing Skeet’s sunglasses and drinking a mimosa with a cocktail umbrella in it.]

(Not sent !) kai: let us out of here!!! its been like 15 mins!!!! guys!!! dam’s phone is dead!!!!!

(Not sent !) kai: goddamn it COME GET US

(Not sent !) kai: NOTHING IS SENDING!!

reeb: lol wya we cant find dam either

(Not sent !) kai: YOU LEFT US IN THE BASEMENT

“Ugh,” Kai says, flopping back down onto the pillows beside Adam. At some point during their imprisonment slash debate on the ethics of twenty-three seasons of the same children’s cartoon, they’d moved from the floor to the twin bed. “I’m pretty sure they forgot about us.”

“Well, it’s been like thirty minutes. And they’re drunk.”

Kai’s starting to sober up. He has to pee, and his mouth tastes like cherry coughdrops. He stands up on the bed, bouncing a bit on the mattress. He reaches up and touches the seam of the window and the sill.

“What are you doing?” Adam asks, trepidation in his voice.

“Uh, escaping?” Kai says.

Kai presses his foot onto the upside down elliptical that’s propped precariously against an old wardrobe. He puts some of his weight on it, testing. Satisfied that it won’t give, Kai lifts himself up onto it, closer to the window, and pushes against the glass pane. The window opens out suddenly, making Kai wobble. The wardrobe groans.

“Careful!” Adam barks.

Kai glances back at Adam, his worried eyes watching Kai from the bed, sitting up on his knees in a half crouch. Kai sticks his head out the narrow window, then his shoulders, and manages to drag himself up and out.

He turns back around and offers his hand to Adam.

“Come on,” he says. “I’ll help you out.”

Adam climbs up onto the elliptical like Kai had, reaches his right hand to Kai’s left and uses his left to leverage himself closer to the window. The wardrobe and the elliptical make that sound again, like they’re scraping together.

“Hurry!” Kai says, afraid of the whole makeshift apparatus falling apart. Adam’s left palm slaps against Kai’s right and Kai pulls.

The elliptical falls over as Kai yanks Adam up, a great big crash resounding in the room they just escaped. Kai’s momentum and Adam’s weight makes Kai step back once, then twice, then his footing goes and he sprawls onto his back, Adam on top of him, in one big undignified heap.

Adam looks down at him. He looks more sober, too, like he hasn’t had much to drink. Kai should really be pushing Adam off of him. Or trying to sit up. But his hands are on Adam’s waist, and Adam’s looking at Kai’s face like he can’t quite look at anything else, and Kai cannot, for the life of him, break this moment.

Adam’s hands are on either side of Kai’s face, boxing him in. His breath puffs against Kai’s mouth over and over as he breathes shallowly. His eyes flick all over Kai’s face, and Kai’s thinking kiss me, please so hard he’s pretty sure NASA catches the brainwaves.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice,” he says, voice soft and vulnerable, like Kai has the power to hurt him with whatever Kai says next.

Kai’s hands tighten on Adam’s waist. He’s thought about this a lot. Like, a stupid amount. Who doesn’t daydream about confessing to your crush? But Kai cannot dredge up any words to say. He’s dry, completely dry, and he can only think about how good Adam’s weight feels on him. He dips his eyes to Adam’s mouth and thinks This is where I kiss him, right? and Adam’s eyes slide shut as he leans in, towards Kai, and Kai loses his mind.

The backdoor opens, the sounds of the party spilling out into the night air, pink light washing over them. Adam scrambles off Kai so fast that he’s pretty sure he breaks the world record for speed, and stands up.

Kai props himself onto his elbows and squints at the silhouette in the doorway.

“Vanessa?”

“Oh my God, there you guys are!” she leans back into the house to yell, “Guys! I found Adam and Kai! They were fucking around in the backyard!”

“Hey!” Adam snaps indignantly. “You locked us in the basement! We had to escape!”

Vanessa rolls her eyes at them.

adam: hey uh

adam: sorry about what i said when i was drunk lol

adam: i didn’t mean it

Kai turns his phone off and stuffs it into his bag, frustrated. He hadn’t meant to not talk to Adam all weekend, he’d just needed to think things through, and then his dad had asked him to help paint the deck, and he’d had to finish up some code for robotics and time had kinda slipped away from him without really meaning to.

He hadn’t meant to ignore everyone else, either, but they weren’t in a Situation with Kai on Friday night, and he’s not in love with them, and they didn’t seem to mind so much.

Kai had spent all weekend staring at the texts, in between being too busy to answer them, but he can’t figure out what to say back. He’d gotten them Saturday morning after the party, probably because he hadn’t stuck around long enough to be left alone with Adam again.

Kai had left because.

Well, because.

Because he feels played.

Is that it? He can’t tell. He just feels so hollow about it. Adam doesn’t mean to, Kai knows that, but it still feels like he’s being led on. Adam has kissed him once while black out and almost kissed him while tipsy and flirts pretty outrageously, and it’s all too much for Kai’s head, which is designed for building robots and lying to his English teachers.

So at lunch, instead of going to Mr Tucker’s room, he lets Freddie from Calc drag him to the auditorium to help build the drama department’s Spring play set.

He’s not avoiding anyone. He’s just... helping his friends.

Fuck.

reeb: ok i give

reeb: wtf is going on

kai: ?

reeb: don’t “?” me mfer

reeb: adam is sulking n shit and u’ve been sorta MIA

kai: i’ve been busy, sorry

kai: i am the captain of a team u know. its not personal. i’ll hang out with you guys soon

reeb: spidey sense says there is something u are not telling me

kai: i really do think your spidey sense is actually overactive bladder syndrome

reeb: [An image of the caveman spongebob meme.]

He’s in the library, sitting in his favorite spot nestled in the bookshelves, brow furrowed over The Great Gatsby, his English journal, the notes Hannah lent him, and the Sparknotes page for the novel, surrounded by every color highlighter and pen, just trying to get his homework done, when Adam ambushes him.

“You’re avoiding me,” he says, out of nowhere.

Kai jumps, sending his highlighters and books flying. Adam is standing above him, eyebrows furrowed and his arms crossed. He looks a little bit light a superhero, all righteous indignation at injustice, his muscles buldging slightly. You’re dead. Goodbye. his brain supplies.

“Holy shit,” he says, gathering his stuff back up slowly. “You scared me.”

Adam’s eyes soften. “Sorry,” he murmurs.

Kai shrugs. “Don’t worry about it.”

The silence hangs there as Kai avoids his gaze, reshuffling Hannah’s notes back into their correct order. He’s lost his page in the book, so he opens it to the middle and starts looking for the correct page number. There’s no sound in this corner of the library except for Kai’s over-loud breathing and the turning of pages.

Go away go away go away, Kai prays, wanting the world to end so he won’t ever have to face this moment. He thinks about the echo of Adam’s voice in his memory, Kai, look at me, the feeling of Adam’s weight in his lap, the ache Kai feels when he looks at Adam, and wishes that he could just stand up and run.

Adam clears his throat. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he says again, only this time it comes out more like a question.

Kai keeps his face as blank as possible, schools it into something politely curious unlike the shattered glass mosaic he feels like. “Am I?”

Adam rubs his hand across the back of his neck. “Look, I’m sorry,” he says haltingly, sliding his hands into his pockets. “I shouldn’t have... come on to you like that. It was inappropriate, and we were both drunk. And I didn’t mean it.”

Kai looks at him for a long moment. He can feel it, a rock on his chest, crushing him. He feels the ball in his throat, the hot prickle against the backs of his eyelids. “I know,” he says eventually. His voice comes out steady, even though he feels like he’s falling apart.

“So... we’re cool?”

Kai forces himself to nod. “Okay.”

“Really? Because I still feel like I fucked up somewhere here.” Adam takes his hands out of his pockets to open them, palms up, like he’s pleading. “Tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it.”

And it’s now or never. As much as Kai abhors the idea of talking about his feelings in the school library at 4 PM, as much as he wants to just lie through his teeth and stitch this all back up into one big internal bag of FUCK and pretend like nothing happened, he’d be leaving Adam hanging, and Kai’s not a dick.

He takes a deep breath. Then another one. He tries to channel his internal Reeve, but decides against it because Reeve’s kinda an asshole.

“I just... wish you did,” Kai says eventually. If he wasn’t himself, he’d slap him. Adam stares at Kai like he’d just spoken another language, like he’d just spat out part of a puzzle to piece together.

“Wish I did... what?” he asks slowly.

“Mean it,” Kai grits out, the words dragged from him. He feels ridiculous. This is stupid.

“Mean...?” Adam says, like he’s stupid. Kai scowls at him.

“Do you remember the St Eve’s party?”

Adam shrugs, looking helpless and confused.

“I drove you home that party. I drive you home every party. And every time we’re alone, you say that you like me, that you want me to go inside with you, that you think about me all the time,” Kai’s stomach is churning and Adam looks like he’s about to faint.

“I didn’t...”

Kai can’t hear him say it again. “And I know that you’re just drunk, and that’s just what you’re like when you’re drunk, but I just... I just wanted it to be true so bad. Part of me kept driving you home because I wanted you to be like that with me, part of me just wanted to pretend. But then you kissed me, and I just...” Kai makes a helpless gesture with his hands.

Adam licks his lips. He’s breathing a bit hard.

“...Fell apart,” Kai finishes.

Adam’s looking at him, wide-eyed, deer-in-the-headlights look, pure panic. Kai’s fucked it up, ruined their friendship, destroyed their friend-group, and will probably be unable to look anyone in the eye for a very long time.

Adam didn’t want to hear this. Kai should’ve just lied, shut it all up and let himself wither up inside. He should’ve avoided Adam harder, or refrained from falling in love with him in the first place. He should’ve just dated Jesse when she’d asked and made himself get over Adam.

“How long?”

Kai blinks. “Huh?”

“How long have you wanted...?” he shrugs.

Ah. The million dollar question.

“Officially? Middle of junior year. If I’m honest with myself? Probably since middle school.”

Adam’s mouth opens and closes nonsensically. Kai asks God to strike him down, just so this can end, just so Kai can go back to trying to figure out what the fuck is up with Gatsby and Jay, just so Adam will stop looking at him like that, like Kai’s killed his puppy.

Adam drops to his knees in front of Kai.

“Okay. Since freshman year. And I’m a liar. I did mean it. I kept thinking, you know, maybe you’d like me back, because I could see you looking, but I just couldn’t make myself say anything. And I meant it. I mean it. I do. I want to kiss you.”

Kai swallows. He’s feeling that dangerous thing again, like there are snakes in his chest, or his feelings are in a bucket that’s about to overflow.

“Okay,” he squeaks out.

Adam leans down and fits their mouths together. It’s chaste, and Kai’s lips are a little bit chapped, and he didn’t close his eyes, but when Adam pulls back Kai smiles so hard his mouth hurts.

And he leans up to kiss Adam, insistent, insistent, tasting Adam without Hennessy whiskey (and he does taste fantastic), and something electric happens to Kai’s spine when their tongues touch. He feels like he’s going to burn up, burst into stars, create a fissure in the earth that goes down to the core, or all three at once.

Adam licks along the roof of Kai’s mouth and yeah - that’s the one thing he’d like to never, ever, ever forget.

He’s about to be totally, totally, totally screwed.

Group: dandilyin hoes MFERsssss!! skeet DONT CHANGE CHAT NAME

mirakat: omfg

mirakat: k & a suckin face in library

mirakat: [A blurry creeper picture of Kai pressed against the bookshelves, Adam leaning over him. Their silhouettes are blacked out against the sunlight streaming in through the window, so they almost look like one body. It’s taken at an angle and half of a wooden shelf is in frame.]

speedyskeet: arent they in this GC too

lochnessa: Lmfaaooooooo

speedyskeet: they r gonna see this.....

reever: WTF ADAM’S INTO KAI???

reever: ?????

lochnessa: What planet do you live on

speedyskeet: fuckin jesus christ reeb

locknessa: Literally no one knew KAI was into Adam. EVERYONE KNEW ADAM WAS INTO KAI

reever: WHY AM I THE LAST ONE TO KNOW STUFF

mirakat: s2g i tld u this whn we were @ fortescue’s u nvr listen 2 me

“I hate them all,” Kai announces.

Adam looks up at him from where his head is pillowed on Kai’s thighs, Pride and Prejudice held aloft.

“Don’t worry, I set all their ringtones to Maroon 5.”

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