10 - ok i pull up, pull up 2 the after party 🙈

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Hey guys!! Just a warning, this chapter contains some smut.(not anything TOO MAJOR) if it makes you uncomfortable, please don't feel pressured to read, it won't affect the plot that much.

Auroras pov

The house is uncomfortably silent. The ringing in my ears only interrupted by the three sisters boots being slid on, and coats zipping up.

My head is pretty much just as empty, the continuous buzz twisting my lips into a permanent pout.

I spread out on the couch, lodging my body deeper into the cushions as I watch Eliana, Sunday, and Demitra by the door. I run my eyes over all of them, settling on pretti Demi.

"Stay?" My eyebrows furrow. It meant to be a demand, not a question.

All three of them look me up and over, Eliana bursting into a fit of laughter, Sunday following shortly after.

"Why?" Demitra mumbles.

"Please?"

She sighs and nods. Eliana whispering a good luck before they head out, the door shutting behind them. It's quiet again, just me and Demi.

She walks in front of me, an expression I can't read on her face. But the energy between us is slowly coming back, I can feel it boiling and buzzing in my veins. Or maybe that's just the alcohol.

"Aurora—" she begins. Making my frown deepen.

"No one calls me that. Why do you always call me that?" She pauses. And I itch to hear her voice again. "Let's go to my room."

Demitra's pov

I don't know how, but somehow I've ended up following Aurora as she takes me to her bedroom, stumbling over the stairs and loosely gripping the hand rail. She takes yet another tumble, gasping and then giggling.

"You're drunk." I say matter-of-factly. And she turns around a glares at me. "No."

Okay, I will admit, drunk Aurora is fucking cute. But also... so different.

Finally we make it to her room, my breath hitching as she opens her door, hitting me in the face with the scent of her, the hum of a fan, and so much warmth.

Her room is messy, dim with fairly lights hung from the ceiling, a salt lamp, a fluffy carpet under my feet, plants dotting every shelf, and her clothes layed on the floor in a corner. It reminds me exactly of her, somehow.

But then the reality kicks in. I'm in Aurora Sturniolos room. I would be turning into a nervous mess, if it wasn't for the fact I doubt the girl next to me will be remembering any of this tomorrow.

She plops down on her bed. And I walk towards her. Her face is red, but I have a suspicion it's not from just alcohol. And her eyes keep flickering to the floor, trying not to look too directly at me.

"Is this what you wanted?" I ask teasingly. Im right in front of her, my hips pressed against the front of her bed. Her criss crossed legs burning into mine.

She blushes and quickly looks down. "Maybe."

"You're different tonight." This makes her look up. "Usually you're so much harder to get."

Slowly, her eyes trace the natural curve of my lip. I can feel the desire pooled in my stomach, growing and growing.

"I don't waaana be hard to get right now." She slurs her words, eyes looking up at me in a silent plea. The vulnerability in her voice does something to me. Makes me want to push her, see how far I can get her to go.

My eyes fill with amusement. "Oh?" I get close enough I'm sure she feels my breath on her face. "What do you want then, me to boss you around?" I'm holding my breath as I watch her, as her pupils dilate before she brings a hand to cover her face.

"M-maybe." She whispers. And just like that I'm hooked. Thousands of images go running through my mind, but I push them down with a shaky inhale and exhale.

Slowly, my body burning every inch closer I get to this girl, I climb onto her bed. Her eyes widen, and she starts to back up, stopping when her body presses against the headboard of her bed.

On top of her blankets, I crawl to her, feeling like a cat prancing towards its prey. Every nerve in my body is on high alert, the sound of her heavy pants filling the air and going straight to my core.

My hands trail over her legs, grabbing her knees and spreading them apart so I can place my body between them.

I tilt my head as her body seemingly draws me in. Like she wants me beyond words and I want her just as bad.

"Cat got your tongue?" I tease.

The energy in the room is alive and roaring, and I inch my face closer, my hands coming on the bed on either side of her torso. "If you want something, you gotta ask, Aurora." I smile smugly into her ear.

She throws her head back, already worked into a frenzy. Her lips are parted slightly. "Please." She murmurs.

I grab her chin, guiding her face back down to look at me. "Aww, you can do better than that, baby. Don't you wanna be good?"

Her being lights up at my words, and I feel a little bad for messing with her. But I feel five times more horny, so it balances out.

My fingers tangle into her hair, pulling at her scalp. "Yeah, you wanna be good?"

She nods, her eyes drunkenly glossed over. "Please Demitra. Please touch me, kiss me, I don't care I just neeeeddddd you." Her voice turns desperate at the end, and I laugh, before getting off her bed entirely.

"Sorry Aurora, but you're drunk, so I won't do anything." I say with a slight smirk.

Her face almost looks like she's about to cry and also attack me. "Why?"

"You can't consent properly if you're drunk." I respond.

But instead of listening she crawls over to me, grabbing my waist and sitting me on the edge on her bed, my legs hanging off the edge.

"Then you won't have to do anything." She breathes huskily, her eyes hooded yet wide in desire. "You just stay there."

I'm confused by what she's getting at, and then she slides her body over mine, her legs on either side of mine as she sits herself on my thigh. I immediate pause, my breath hitching as I understand what she wants to do.

"Aurora—"

"Please Demitra. You don't need consent because you're not doing anything." She tries to start bucking her hips but I grip her waist to stop her.

"Please. Please Demitra." She mewls my name and I've officially become the most horniest I've ever been in my entire life.

I contemplate my options. Technically she is right, if I don't touch her or anything, it wouldn't matter if I got proper consent. And before I can think about if she's wrong, my body is nodding, releasing her waist and planting my hands behind me on the bed.

Her hips shift on top of me, and slowly they take the first drag, rubbing her clothed pussy against my thigh. And the friction makes her whine, a high, desperate sound. I want to tear her sweater dress off, or at least hitch it higher than it already is around her hips.

Her hands fumble on me, clutching the fabric of my top at my chest and she lifts her hips and grinds down again. And again.

She rubs herself out on top of me. And the sight almost has me finishing itself.

"Oh fuckkk." She moans, head bent and her body collapsing from pleasure, as her hips continue their movement.

She lifts her head again, and there are tears welled up in the corner of her eyes. Her face is coaxed with utter pleasure.

It only takes a few more drags before her vocals are kicked up a notch, she's writhing and whimpering, body weak on top of me. And I can't even touch her.

I groan as her moans grow more and more filled with ecstasy. I can tell she's close by the death grip her hands have on my top.

"Oh, ohhh Demitraa fuck." Her voice fills her bedroom, and I really hope her brothers aren't next door or anything.

Her hips become more erratic, buckling as she lets out an endless string of mewls.

A few more seconds and her whole body has tensed entirely, her mouth agape and eyes rolled back as she goes completely limp on me, the most erotic sound I've ever heard coming from her drooling lips. I take a deep breath.

"Good girl." I whisper.

We stay like that for a second, lost in time, and I desperately hold on to this moment, treasure the day Aurora Sturniolo came on my thigh.

And then I pick her up and lay her in bed, soft snores already coming from her nose. I drape a blanket over her, grinning as I realize what she'll feel between her legs when she wakes up tomorrow.

I get close to her ear, whispering quietly. "I like you. A lot."

And then I leave, shutting the door behind me.

As giddy as fuck.

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This is like my first time writing smut hoping it's not that cringey 😫

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