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Nakayama Festa flopped onto the dorm room mattress and sighed. She’s been staring at her closet for the last 30 minutes trying to pick an outfit and she came up with nothing. Everything she owned was either second hand formalwear she borrowed from Sirius or or her everyday hoodies and ripped denim; hardly the appropriate wardrobe for the kind of party she had just been invited to. It wasn’t like it would be her first time at a rave - she’d ended up at several during her adventures with Jordan and Golshi - but this was the first time she would be going to one with them to plan in advance.
She struggled to feel in place at events like that. She knew that revealing clothes and flashy outfits were the norm at the venue Jordan had invited her to, but the idea of people seeing her wearing something like that made her skin crawl. There was nothing wrong with those kinds of clothes of course, but when she tried to imagine herself wearing them it just felt wrong. The other times she’d ended up at a rave she’d been out wearing whatever casual outfit she had on at the time someone had proposed going to a rave so she hadn’t had to worry about picking something ahead of time. Looking over her closet now though, all her usual outfits seemed like they’d leave her wildly underdressed.
If she was just going out with Tosen Jordan it wouldn’t have been such a big deal. The two girls had been friends for a while and she was used to dressing casually around her. She knew Jordan wouldn’t judge her for not wanting to dress up in the same way as her. Jordan’s friends were the ones who she was more concerned with. Jordan had invited her to come to a rave that Helios was DJing at along with their friend group. Nakayama knew Helios, Palmer and the others but not as well as Jordan, and she knew their reputation as party girls particularly well. She trusted Jordan not to bring her around people who would treat her poorly for preferring masculine styles, but the thought of not fitting into the group clawed at the back of her mind.
She was getting nowhere fast agonizing over this. She debated canceling altogether, but that sounded even more embarrassing than asking Jordan to come help her pick an outfit. She tapped the icon above Jordan’s name, thumb hovering over the call button for a second before pressing it. The phone buzzed a couple times before she picked up.
“Nakayama! Ready for the rave tonight? You’re gonna love Helios’s set. Apparently she’s got something special planned for it!”
Nakayama found herself smiling at the other girl’s excited tone. She could practically see the sparkles coming out of her phone.
“Not yet. I’m uh, having some trouble figuring out what to wear.”
On the other end of the phone, Jordan grinned. She loved nothing more than playing dress up using her friends as models.
“I can totes help with that!”
Nakayama should have expected Jordan to be eager to help her, especially when it came to fashion.
“What are you gonna be wearing? Maybe that will give me some ideas,” Nakayama asked, not wanting to admit defeat so quickly.
“Hmmm, probably something kinda similar to my race wear. Miniskirt, tank top… definitely fishnets,” Jordan said, mentally assembling the outfit as she spoke, “I have a new belt I’ve been wanting to style - the one with the pink studs, remember? - so maybe I’ll pair it with some other pink accessories…”
Nakayama tried to imagine herself wearing something like what Jordan was talking about, but it just wasn’t working. Part of her wanted to just suck it up and be a little uncomfortable if it meant going out and spending time with her friends.
“The uh, mesh sounds cool. Maybe I could wear something like that,” Nakayama said eventually.
Jordan could tell that something was off with Nakayama. She sounded more uneasy than her normal self confident self.
“Is everything okay? I know it’s more my kinda thing than yours, so if you don’t want to go that’s alright,” Jordan said gently,
Nakayama shook her head quickly, not that Jordan could see it. She was beating around the bush and Jordan was starting to get the wrong idea.
“No that's not it, promise. It’s just… I dunno, maybe it’s stupid but I’m worried that I’ll look out of place with you and your friends.”
Jordan stopped pacing around her dorm, “Why would you be out of place? Me and the girls like hanging out with you.”
“That’s not the problem. What if I show up and I look dumb cause I don’t wanna wear a miniskirt? I don’t know what to wear that fits in with the rave crowd but still lets me be me, y'know?"
Jordan, secretly very relieved that Nakayama wasn’t cancelling on her, giggled lightly, “That’s what you're worried about? Nobody in my group is gonna care if you dress more masc than us. Might even score you some points knowing the kinda people who go to Helios’s shows,” Jordan began audibly rooting around in her own closet, searching for some pieces that Nakayama might like, “Besides, Bamemo is gonna be there so it’s not even like you’ll be only butch there! You did mean it when you said you like mesh right?”
Nakayama smiled. She really had been being dense.
“Yeah. I was just a little in my head about it,” Nakayama straightened her beanie and went back to her closet, “Thanks for knocking some sense into me.”
“No prob! I’ll be at your place in 30, and I’m bringing some stuff you might like.”
“Thanks Jordan, see you soon.”
An hour later Nakayama was standing in front of the full body mirror that Sirius kept in their dorm room. She wore her usual studded boots with a pair of baggy metallic silver pants she had borrowed from Jordan along with a sports bra and a mesh top that covered her from neck to navel. The long fishnet sleeves ended by her wrists, which were decked out in spiked bracelets and colorful beads. She still wore her favorite dice necklace which rested comfortably over her chest. She looked… really good.
“Jordan you’re a fucking wizard,” Nakayama whistled appreciatively.
She smirked, “Gold City isn’t the only one who can put together a good fit! Besides,” Jordan said as she turned Nakayama around to face her, “You’re good material.”
Nakayama pulled her beanie over her unruly brown mane. Her ears tilted backwards ever so slightly, a light blush tinging her cheeks. She was never good with compliments, especially when they came from the likes of Jordan.
Suddenly, Jordan was shoving her out of the room so she could dress herself. Nakayama stood awkwardly in the hallway while she listened to the sounds of shuffling clothes on the other side of the door. Nakayama tapped her foot. Sirius could be back at any minute and if Jordan was still getting ready they’d be trapped in the hallway together. Normally it wouldn’t be a problem, they were roommates after all, and constantly pushing the boundaries of their friendship on top of that. Sirius had pissed her off though, and she wanted to focus on hanging out with Jordan, not whatever drama her friend with benefits roommate brought with her.
She grumbled and stomped her foot absently. She was looking forward to the rave, but if she was being honest she wished Sirius would be there too. She had gone out with Rudolf for the day and was due back shortly, their casual relationship dropped at the slightest hint of affection from her childhood friend. Nakayama accepted Jordan’s invitation in part so that she wouldn’t be here when Sirius returned. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t notice that the door had opened.
“Nakayama?” Jordan placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Oh hey Jor…” Her words trailed off as she took in her friend’s chosen outfit.
Tosen Jordan was dressed in dark blue miniskirt and tank top that left little to the imagination, her legs covered in mismatched fishnets. A large bead necklace hung from her neck, the pink and blue color scheme complimenting the chunky studded belt and fingerless gloves. Jordan’s hair was tied up in her usual twin tails, but her makeup was more elaborate than usual, with bright pink eyeshadow contrasting beautifully with her sharp black eyeliner. The thing Nakayama noticed first, however, was that Jordan was wearing heels. It was easy to notice, given that she now stood significantly taller than Nakayama.
Jordan smiled and did a little spin, “Hehe, see something you like?” she teased.
Nakayama looked away, “Tch, yeah right,” she said with mock indifference before smiling and giving in, “You look awesome.”
“Ready to go? We can meet up with Shichi and Bamemo and pregame a bit.”
It only took a moment for Nakayama to tear herself away from thoughts of Sirius, but the slight hesitation was enough that Jordan noticed.
“…Hey, are you sure you’re okay with going? I can tell you’re still caught up on something.”
“I’m sorry Jordan it’s not that, it’s just… Sirius is still pissing me off.”
Jordan held herself back from groaning in frustration. She’d about had it with Sirius playing with her friend’s feelings.
“What did she do this time?”
Nakayama raised an eyebrow, “This time? What- ugh. She’s on a date with Rudolf. She didn’t even tell me she was going, just sent me a text this morning saying she wouldn’t be back for a bit.”
“That bitch…” Jordan said under her breath, "Y'know what you should do? Give her a taste of her own medicine. Let’s go party tonight, show her what she’s missing.”
“You want me to try and make her jealous? I don’t know if that’s gonna work, the casual relationship was her idea.”
“So? If it works and she admits she’s jealous, then great. If not, you go out and have a fun time and maybe make out with your friends.”
Nakayama smirked. The idea was ridiculous, but she’d never turn down an interesting wager.
“Are you sure you’re not coming up with a scheme to get me to kiss you?” Nakayama said, taking a suggestive step towards Jordan.
Jordan rolled her eyes. “Says the one who used to ask me to help her practice kissing.”
Nakayama’s teasing confidence crumbled, “Gaaah, we were like thirteen when that happened.”
“I know, I know, I’m just teasing you. Just forget about Sirius for now. Let’s go have fun.”
“Fuck it yeah, let’s do this,”
Nakayama followed Jordan down the hall and out of the dorm, thoughts of Sirius left behind in the dorm.
Gold City and Bamboo Memory met them at a corner store, where Shichi was already waiting with a couple packs of beer. Jordan ran up to the pair, waving enthusiastically with Nakayama trailing close behind her. Bamboo Memory wrapped Jordan up in a tight hug, the two having grown close due to their mutual friendship with Gold City. Shichi followed after, waving quietly to Nakayama. Bamemo only released Jordan from the bear hug after receiving a playful swat to the top of her head. She scratched the back of her head bashfully as she turned to Nakayama. Bamemo wore a pair of baggy black cargo pants and a sleeveless basketball jersey emblazoned with the logo of one of the dj’s performing with Helios. When she saw Nakayama, her eyes widened.
“Woahhh your outfit is so cool -ossu!” She said, eyes beaming.
“Oh, uh, thanks!” Nakayama said, suddenly a little embarrassed to have attention drawn to her revealing outfit in broad daylight
“I recognize your touch on her Jordan,” Gold City said, pulling a beer from the shopping bag, "You've gotten better at accessorizing.”
Jordan's eyes lit up at the praise from her senior, “Awaaaa thank you! I think she really makes the outfit work, don't you agree?”
Nakayama could feel Gold City’s practiced eyes running up and down her, “You’re right Jordan she takes to your styling very well.”
Bamemo snagged two beers from Gold City, handing one to Nakayama. “C’mon! We’re going to be late if we don’t get a move on. I’m so excited -ossu!”
Jordan took a beer herself, cracking it open and clanking it against Nakayama’s. “Bamemo’s right, we’re burning daylight!”
The four girls took deep drinks from their cans and started for the train station. By the time they arrived, the group were all pleasantly buzzed. They were waiting in line to pay for their tickets when a loud voice caught their attention.
“Wei weiii!! I found em Pamachin!” Helios dashed over to them, dragging Mejiro Palmer behind her, “What are you doing bumming around in line, I can totes get you in for freez!”
Jordan’s ears swiveled forward in excitement, “No way! VIP tickets?”
Helios grinned before flashing a piece sign, “Even more awesomesauce than that! My homies are on the guestlist!”
Helios grabbed Gold City and pulled her out of line, the others following along. Nakayama had to admit she was looking forward to seeing what the guestlist treatment had in store for them, and she soon got her answer as the group was waved inside by a bouncer. Helios and Palmer led them to the green room, which was a surprisingly cozy room with several old couches surrounding a stack of video game consoles and a mini fridge stocked with tea and liquor.
Gold City looked around the room appreciatively, “You’ve really moved up in the world Helios, this place is way nicer than those dingy clubs you used to drag us to.”
“Helios has enough swag now to bag us some sick digs!” Palmer said, her slightly off sense of slang coming through endearingly.
“Hey we’ve got some time before music starts since you don’t have to wait in line anymore, anyone up for shots?” Helios suggested “I always wanna party a little before I go on the big stage!”
Jordan grabbed the vodka from the fridge, “I’m in, but let’s make it a game!”
Gold City raised her eyebrow, sliding her cup across the table to Jordan, “You sound like you have something in mind.”
Jordan poured a generous shot for Gold City. She made eye contact with Nakayama, “How about spin the bottle?”
Playful laughter erupted around the table as the tipsy group considered the idea. They were all friends. Most of them had already kissed at least one other person in the group. It seemed like as fun an idea as any. Nakayama considered it. Messing around with friends was part of the scheme Jordan had cooked up. If anything was gonna piss Sirius off it would be coming home having kissed a bunch of girls at a party. She couldn’t deny that playing a game like that with her current company held appeal on its own. A shock of excitement ran through her body as she considered the combination of gambling and making out with her gorgeous friends. Suddenly, an idea struck her.
Nakayama downed her shot, letting the liquid courage fill her as she said, “Let’s up the stakes. Whoever the bottle lands on is your date for the night.”
Helios’s eyes lit up as she nodded eagerly, “Yooo that sounds wild let’s get lovey dovey!”
“What happens when you’re somebody’s date?” Palmer asked.
Nakayama looked to Jordan, who returned her smirk in approval, “You gotta do whatever your partner says, duh.”
Bamemo’s face was so red it looked like she was going to burst, “A-anything?”
“Well I mean you don’t actually have to, it’s just a game,” Gold City reassured her before winking suggestively, “‘Course, it’s more fun if you do.”
“I’m in!” Jordan said, emptying out a bottle of vodka into several disposable cups. Jordan placed the bottle in the center of the table and leaned back, “Who’s up first?”
“I call dibs!” Helios shouted, giving the bottle an energetic spin.
The group held their breath as the glass clattered as it spun on the wooden coffee table. The bottle began to slow as it turned back towards Helios. It crept past her, pointing directly at Palmer sitting next to her. Helios let out a squeal as she practically tackled her. She planted a couple pecks on the Mejiro’s face. Palmer for her part looked like she was seeing stars already by the time Helio tilted her chin up.
“Ready for your kiss Pamachin?” Helios said, her voice an octave lower than her normal high pitch tone.
The group cheered as Palmer nodded bashfully, Helios diving in to kiss her firmly. Palmer’s hands found their way to the blue haired girl's waist as they continued the kiss. When they finally came up for air, Jordan took the bottle and cleared her throat dramatically. Palmer and Helios returned their attention to the rest of the group, but Palmer’s arms remained slung around Helios’s shoulders. Jordan locked eyes with Nakayama as she placed the bottle, giving it a gentle spin. It wobbled in place as it passed her over, spinning past Gold City and back towards her. For a second it seemed like Nakayama would be Jordan’s partner for the night, but the bottle had other ideas. It teetered past her, stopping directly in front of Bamboo Memory.
Bamemo practically had steam pouring out of her ears as Jordan peeled her eyes off Nakayama and stood up, swaying her hips exaggeratedly as she crossed the room to her. Jordan lowered herself onto Bamemo’s lap, pulling her into a teasing kiss. When she pulled back, she winked at the girl beneath her who looked like she was about to melt into her jersey.
“I think you just killed Bamemo,” Nakayama said, confidently taking the bottle.
Before she could spin it however, Gold City snatched it from her. She locked eyes with Nakayama as she used her free hand to knock back another shot. Shichi was beautiful, her flowing blonde curls cascading past her shoulders framed her face perfectly. It was little wonder that she was known as the prettiest girl in the twinkle series. Nakayama started this game as a way to get her blood pumping, but she hadn’t expected it to actually get to her. With the way Gold City was looking at her from across the green room however, Nakayama found herself breathing heavily as the other girl placed the bottle in the middle of the table. Spinning the bottle was a formality, as everyone else had already paired off, but there wasn’t a thing that would stop Nakayama from spinning it anyway.
Gold City nodded in her direction, “Take your shot Nakayama.”
She kept her eyes locked with Gold City’s as she downed the liquor. It burned, leaving her feeling tingly all over.
“Good boy,” Gold City coed, and Nakayama’s mind went blank.
The rest of the group held their breath without even realizing it. Bamemo slipped her arms around Jordan’s waist, resting her chin on the other girl’s shoulders as they watched the tension between Nakayama and Gold City unfold. Nakayama gave the bottle a swift spin, watching as it passed right over Gold City. She clicked her tongue.
“Missed me,” Shichi said, “Take another shot.”
They were just making the rules up as they went now, but playing along sounded fun, so Nakayama downed another one. The alcohol was starting to get to her as she spun it again. This time, the mouth of the bottle landed directly in front of her target. Gold City smiled, gesturing for Nakayama to come to her, something Nakayama found herself all too eager to do. She stumbled as she got up, the alcohol rushing through her system as she leaned over Gold City. She cupped the blonde’s cheek and pulled her into a gentle kiss. It sent sparks down her spine.
“That. was. so. hot!” Helios squealed, squeezing Palmer hard.
As the tension fizzled out, a staff member knocked on the door frame, informing them that Helios was due on stage shortly. The easily excited girl leapt to her feet, dragging Palmer up with her.
“Cmon! You’re my main squeeze tonight, so you totes gotta by my stage girl!” Helios sent a fatal wink towards Palmer.
“S-stage girl?” Palmer asked.
Helios nodded quickly, “Yeah! You’re gonna be all up in my dj booth being cute and stuff while I work the turn tables!”
“Go get her Palmer!” Jordan cheered, still draped over Bamemo.
The girls laughed, following Helios and the staff member into the main hall of the venue. Palmer and Helios split off from them, heading up to get the equipment set up while the others pushed their way towards the front.
Gold City stuck by Nakayama as Jordan led the way to the barricades. At one point, another audience member threatened to cut them off from Jordan, but Nakayama threaded her fingers between Gold City’s and pulled her close. She smiled up at the blonde girl, only a little surprised to see a dusting of blush spreading across her face as well. Just a few feet away, Bamemo and Jordan held hands, Bamemo practically bouncing with anticipation for the music to start. Nakayama watched Jordan shout something she couldn’t make out over the noise of the crowd into Bememo’s ear. The two started giggling and Bamemo leaned her head on Jordan’s shoulder. It seemed her friends were taking the ‘dating for a night’ challenge seriously.
She turned to face Gold City, grabbing the girl by the collar of her cropped jacket and pulling her down to ear level. Nakayama helped make the game, she might as well take advantage of it.
“Yknow if you’re my girlfriend for the day, I can think of some ways to pass the time until Helios starts!” Nakayama shouted over the noise.
Shichi’s hands slid down to tug on Nakayama’s belt loops, bringing her hips flush against her own, “So bold… what did you have in mind?”
Nakayama brought her lips to Gold City’s neck, hovering just a few millimeters away from her smooth, hot skin. She ran her hands down the curves of Shichi’s body, letting them rest on her bare waist as she tilted her head up, inviting her to close the distance. Gold City didn’t hesitate, pressing her lips hard against Nakayama, leaving lipstick smudged on her face.
Nakayama sighed into the kiss, her breath hitching slightly as she felt Gold City nip her. She returned the favor, pressing her tongue against the taller girl’s mouth, teasing her with the idea of deepening the kiss. Gold City tightened her grip on Nakayama’s waistline, but before she could answer her challenge the lights dimmed, background music stopping as laser lights swept across the room. The bass swelled, growing to an intense crescendo as the stage lights burst on, illuminating Daitaku Helios standing behind the dj booth. She was wearing a pair of exaggerated shutter shades and her signature ‘D’ necklace. Behind her, Palmer was dancing along the beat, prompting the audience to follow along. The crowd shifted all at once, nearly dislodging Nakayama and Gold City’s grip on each other.
Nakayama suddenly felt a tug on her other arm. Bamemo was pulling her towards the front, a beaming smile stretching across her face. The last of Nakayama’s anxieties melted away as she joined the movement of the audience, jumping in time with the music. Beside her, Gold City kept her hold on Nakayama’s hand, the pair occasionally spinning each other as best they could in the press of the crowd. Up on the stage, Helios was focused on timing every change in dynamics and each eq sweep, expertly holding the crowd in her sway. Palmer continued dancing behind her, occasionally taking advantage of the breaks between changes in the song to pull Helios into her embrace, planting kisses on her neck and lips. Feeling inspired, Nakayama snaked her arms around Gold City.
She pulled the taller girl against her, feeling her tail whip excitedly against the front of her thighs. Gold City closed her eyes, tangling her fingers in her own hair as she felt the music. She pressed herself against Nakayama, letting the other girl’s hands explore her body. Nakayama nipped at her exposed neck as she danced. Gold City turned around, pulling Nakayama against her, chest to chest and she grabbed her by the waist, fingers teasing the edges of her mesh shirt. She leaned in as if she was going to kiss Nakayama, but right before they made contact, Gold City smirked and pushed her away. Nakayama gasped in surprise, arms flailing a little, but before she could stumble, another pair of arms caught her from behind.
Bamboo Memory squeezed her tightly, laughing loud enough to be heard over the music. Gold City flashed the new pair as she moved up, pushing other audience members aside so she could stand by Jordan. Nakayama chuckled to herself in mock indignation, as if she couldn’t believe her very serious and long lasting relationship with Shichi had been traded away. She spun around to Bamemo, whose face was flushed, although whether it was from the alcohol or embarrassment was up in the air. Nakayama leaned in close to yell in her ear.
“Looks like our partners got bored of us!” Nakayama said, returning the short butch’s embrace, “Wanna show ‘em what they’re missing?”
Bamemo’s eyes were wide as saucers. She nodded enthusiastically, nearly smacking her forehead into Nakayama’s. Cheers erupted from Jordan and Gold City, interrupting their own suggestive dance to egg on their companions. Nakayama grabbed her chin, kissing her deeply. She could feel Bamemo’s fingers twitching against her sides nervously as they made out, still shifting in time to the music. Nakayama felt a tap on her shoulder. She broke this kiss to find Jordan smiling behind her.
“Having fun Naka-chan?”
“I should have started going to raves a long time ago!”
Jordan poked her cheek, “See this is why you should always listen to me! A gal like me knows how to have fun!”
Nakayama brushed her finger away, “Alright, alright you win. Tosen Jordan is never wrong, I get it!”
“Hehe! Told ya so!” Jordan grabbed Nakayama’s hand away from Bamemo, “Gotta wonder though, when’s it my turn to kiss my bestie.”
Nakayama grinned smugly, “Sorry Jordan, I’m a little busy right now!”
She kissed Bamemo’s cheek playfully. Jordan laughed, tugging on her hand. Before Bamboo Memory could get too upset at her partner getting stolen away, Gold City draped her arms over her shoulders.
“Go on Nakayama, I’ll keep Bamemo busy!” Gold City shouted.
Nakayama relented, letting her friend drag her away. Jordan pulled her all the way to the bar, where she ordered a round of shots for the two of them. The music was far quieter there, so they didn’t have to shout over the music anymore. Nakayama clinked their glasses together and downed the shot. It burned in all the right ways as she hugged Jordan. She ran her hands along Jordan’s waist, settling around her hips. Jordan’s lips hovered a hair’s breadth away from Nakayama’s.
“Thanks for inviting me out,” Nakayama said breathily, “I really needed to get out and goof off with friends.”
Jordan’s hands crept around Nakayama’s back, ghosting along the base of her tail.
“Wanna keep fooling around?”
Goosebumps broke out on Nakayama’s arms as she looked into Jordan’s eyes. The eye contact was intense, burning with lust. Nakayama arched into her touch. It wouldn’t be their first drunken hook up, and the prospect of rekindling their no strings attached relationship held a lot of sway over Nakayama. Jordan was established, safe. They’ve been friends for so long that their friendship would always come first, even if they crossed that line every so often. Nakayama stood on the balls of her feet and kissed her. Jordan gasped, her hands growing bolder, cupping Nakayama’s ass. When they came up for air, both girls were breathless.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” Nakayama whispered.
“I really really do!” Jordan squealed.
The ride back to the taxi was tense, they barely fought off the urge to have their hands all over the other long enough to make it back to the dorm room. As soon as the door clicked shut, Jordan peeled the mesh shirt off of her, leaving Nakayama in just her bra. Jordan gasped as Nakayama bit her neck, pushing the taller girl towards her bed. The back of Jordan’s knees hit the bed frame, but instead of laying down she grabbed Nakayama’s shoulders, reversing their positions and pinning her to the mattress. Jordan peppered kisses along her collarbones, one hand pinning her wrists above her head and the other toying with the waistband of Nakayama’s pants.
“Fuck Jordan hurry up,” Nakayama whined, squirming in her grasp.
“You are so lucky I’m too horny to make you beg,” Jordan goaned, straddling Nakayama’s thigh, her miniskirt allowing near direct contact with her heat.
Nakayama angled her leg so that Jordan could grind against her as she slipped her fingers into Nakayama’s pants. She whimpered as Jordan slid a finger up her slit, collecting the wetness she found there. Nakayama strained against Jordan’s hand, back arching as she probed her entrance with her middle finger.
“Always so smug and confident but you always-,” Jordan interrupted herself to gasp, her thighs squeezing around Nakayama’s leg, “Give in so easily.”
“Sh-shut up,” Nakayama said, the last syllable drawn out into a moan as Jordan finally penetrated her.
Jordan worked her slowly at first, feeling her walls flutter as she probed deeper inside of her. She pressed her finger upwards, curling it against the bundle of nerves along her inner walls. It was all Nakayama could do to keep her leg steady for Jordan’s pleasure, the rest of her body trembling as Jordan prepared her for a second finger.
Nakayama cried out when Jordan finally slipped it in. When she was confident that Nakayama could take it, Jordan increased the speed of her thrusts. Between the alcohol and the night of teasing kisses and fleeting touches from each other and their friends their blood was already running hot and it didn’t take long before they were both shaking from the sensation. Jordan ground against Nakayama’s leg shamelessly, pushing both of them closer to the edge. Nakayama thrashed, her legs shaking uncontrollably as she did her best to keep up with the pace Jordan set.
“That’s it that’s it you can do it,” Jordan rambled, her wrist burning with exertion.
Nakayama groaned deeply, her thighs pressing together as her body seized. Her mouth hung open in a wordless cry as Jordan bit her neck again, shoving her mercilessly over the edge. As soon as Nakayama finished Jordan’s focus shifted to herself, grinding roughly against Nakayama’s leg until she was trembling herself. She collapsed onto the bed next to Nakayama, panting. After catching their breath, the two girls shed their remaining clothes and buried themselves under the blankets. Nakayama pressed her face against Jordan’s chest. She mumbled something, but Jordan couldn’t make out what she was trying to say. They were both exhausted and drunk and cozy under the blankets. Sleep took them swiftly.
Nakayama woke up to the sound of the door opening. She sat up bleary eyed, the blanket falling away to reveal her bare chest and the numerous hickies and lipstick stains peppered across it. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, taking a moment before she registered Sirius Symboli standing frozen by the door, staring at her.
“Good morning to you too,” Sirius said, voice strained.
Nakayama groaned. They were gonna have to talk about this eventually, she had all but forced the issue on this, but at the moment she could only focus on her pounding hangover. Beside her, Jordan grumbled in her sleep. Nakayama pulled the blankets over her head to block out the light.
“Could have warned me you were bringing someone over,” Sirius said, brows furrowed.
Nakayama sniffled, eyes clenched shut. Even the blankets over her head weren’t enough to protect her from the headache.
“Casual was your idea Sirius,” she said, suppressing her nausea
Sirius’s ears trembled, but she held herself back from snapping.
“Right. I’ll talk to you later.”
Sirius dropped her bag off and left. Nakayama took a deep breath to try and steady herself. Sirius was a problem for later. For now, she cuddled up to Jordan and tried to go back to sleep.