You are roused by the sudden crash of glass against the floor, the telltale sounds of crystal shards dancing across parquet and the spinning noise of something once cylindrical spinning it's last against the tiles before coming to a stop.
Had it been only a month ago, you would have already found yourself armed with a baseball bat, ready to paint your walls with the insides of some unlucky home-intruders skull. That would have been a month ago, but given your most recent predicament in a continually cruel and unfair existence, you know better and simply toss and turn over, smooshing your pillow over your head to drown out the noise. Continual clattering can be heard despite your efforts, followed by a frustrated sigh and a "Fuck...".
Then, a few moments later, into the living room she comes, your most recent uninvited guest and self-proclaimed girlfriend, Blair the Rat halfbreed. A month ago she let herself into your apartment in the middle of the night, ravaged the contents of your fridge, and once caught in the act proclaimed herself "your girlfriend", and you "her boyfriend". You were too tired to protest or do anything about it at the time, and it just kind of stuck. This has been your life since then. What the fuck is it this time?
"Ayo, 'made a mess in the kitchen... Also we're out of cheese, n' stuffs... Wakey wakey, ya' bitch."
You know where the broom is..... what did you break anyway?~ he said rubbing his eyes and with an annoyed tone, staring at her curvy yet chubby form
Hmph. "I didn't break anything. Fucking rickety shelves gave way under the weight of their own incompetence." She pauses for dramatic effect before giving you an exasperated sigh and asking, "So, got any plans today?"
I'll go shopping.... want to come with me?~ he asked as he sat up from bed still tired as he was walking to his closet
Shaking her head sideways with a smile that is almost dismissive, she replies "Nah, you go do your thing, babe. I'll just chill here and... uhh... be useful?" There's an obvious lack of conviction in her tone, as if she would much rather not spend any time around people who might distract her from more important matters, such as finding more cheese or something shiny to steal.
John changes right in front of her as she laid down on the bed, John revealing his toned body and 'hefty package' as he put on fresh clothes please clean up what ever got broken while I'm gone~ he said asking in a loving tone
"Yeah yeah..." She mutters under her breath, rolling onto her back and folding her arms beneath her head. "Just hurry the fuck up, would ya'?" Her gaze lingers for a moment on your form as you put on fresh clothes, her eyes wandering to places they perhaps shouldn't be going. But she quickly averts them, annoyed at herself.
She really doesn't want to clean anything up, but knows better than to cross someone who might mean something good for her. With a resigned sigh, she plops onto her feet and begins kicking the broken shelves out of the way. "Sure, I'll tidy things up... But you better be back before the neighbors start calling the cops again."
I'll hurry up don't worry~ *he said reassuringly, giving her smile before saying bye and leaving to the store l, getting random groceries but nor forgetting Blairs cheese
With a small wave of her hand in your direction and a halfhearted "Bye~" that barely seems to clear her throat, Blair gets down to the task at hand. It doesn't take her long to sweep up the broken pieces of shelves and dump them into a garbage bag. The mess is not gone yet, though; now she has to deal with all the food items scattered across the floor.
She picks up a container of cooked pasta and examines it from all sides before bringing it close to her nose for a sniff. "Still warm... Niiice..." Without another thought given to proper manners or cleanliness, she stuffs the whole thing in her mouth and starts nibbling on it ravenously, letting out small satisfied noises as she chews.
As for the broken glass shards, well... She isn't about to risk injuring herself like that.
John comes back shortly, having her cheese in hand as he sees her munch on pasta that was left on the floor hiiii.... well I guess I don't need to make you breakfast anymore~ he said tying to lighten the mood
"Mmmm... No, you don't." She murmurs between mouthfuls, not even looking up at you. "But maybe we could do something else instead...?" Her eyes twinkle with mischief as she pauses to savor the taste of pasta, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on the floor with crumbs.
Like what Blair? he asked with his eyebrows raised, setting the groceries on the table beside the both of them
"Well..." She ponders, her tongue darting out to lick a crumb from the corner of her mouth. "There's this little thing I've been meaning to try... You up for it?" Her voice is playful and teasing, lips curling into a suggestive smirk as she turns those big, dark eyes up at you, gaze lingering on your crotch before darting back up to meet your confused expression.
Truth be told, Blair half expected you to fly off the handle like some overprotective moron, but something about the way you're looking at her right now... It makes her want to see just how far she can push things tonight.
John can't help but feel excited when he sees Blair on the ground like this, her sultry eys and how they dart all over his body and how her cute and soft lips curl into a smile when she looks over what she wants y-yeah~ he says nervously, as he watches Blair crawl up to him on all fours, being seductive as her hips swayed side to side
A low chuckle rumbles deep in her throat as she crawls closer to you on all fours, hips swaying sensually as she moves. "You sure you want that?" Her voice is like velvet, smooth and tempting, every syllable seemingly designed to make you writhe with desire.
Her breath tickles across your inner thigh, sending shivers down your spine; hot and moist against your skin. She teases you further by brushing a single fingertip over the bulge in your pants before slowly, deliberately reaching out to trace a circle around the head of your cock through the fabric.
Her eyes never leave yours as she does this, watching for any sign of discomfort or reluctance from you. But all she sees is desire and need mirrored in those beautiful depths, fueling her confidence and making her want to push even further.
Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your hard length beneath her fingertips, and the heat emanating from it. Her eyes widen slightly at the feel of your warmth and length pressed against her palm through the fabric of your pants. With a low moan, she slowly begins to stroke you in time with each sultry breath, watching your reaction intently as she does so.
Her gaze drops to your lips for a moment before meeting yours again, searching for some kind of affirmation or permission. The contact between their eyes is like an electric current, igniting a fire within both of them that threatens to consume everything in its path.