dylan had gotten that text and it was like her own heart dropped too. edie was one of her best friends, she’d known her for so long she was basically family. knowing this wasn’t just a text to tell her something, it was a cry for her to be there, she pulled her jacket on fast as she made it out of her place in seconds to rush over there. edie didn’t live far, so getting there only took a little time. she wasn’t sure if mikey was there but she was sure he wasn’t.
walking into the apartment she quickly looked around, she knew how much everything was with raising her little brother now with herself being pregnant that was a lot more onto her shoulders. “edie..” she called out as she looked at the girl just sitting there. slumping her own shoulders in relief in a way to find her best friend. walking over to her as she just instantly wrapped her arms around her best friend to hold her tight. “you’re gonna be okay..” @edie-jfc
Notes: Robin and Wyatt help each other out with bingo cards, Shibari (Robin’s) and Watersports (Wyatt’s), but ends with a twist.
Wyatt tapped his finger on his lips as he looked at his sister, shaking his head. "I think you should just be completely naked for this. That would be the easiest thing. So, strip off and I'll start with the ropes." He walked away to get some bondage rope, a length he didn't particularly care for, since he was fairly sure he would just end up cutting if off. Easier than trying to make sure it was absolutely clean after what was going to happen. Returning from the other room, he cleared his throat. "And, uh, we'll keep your hair up while I'm tying you up but I might take it down later, I haven't decided."
Robin nodded as she started to strip down, "Yeah, that makes sense," she agreed. She watched him come back in with the rope in hand as she finally took off the last of her clothing, naked in front of him. She tied her hair up into a pony tail as she looked him over, "Are you going to be naked too?"
Wyatt was still somehow trying to not look too long at his sister, though he realized it was pointless. He was going to be thoroughly putting rope on her body and not to mention aiming at her later, so he was having to shed his embarrassment over the whole thing. Nudity was hardly something that was shocking or not in every day life. Walking toward her, he made a loop in the middle of the rope, looking at it. "During the double shower part, yes."
Robin wondered if Wyatt was ever going to get comfortable with this, watching him as he messed with the rope in his hands. As he came closer Robin sighed, gently putting her hands on either side of his face, guiding it up to look at her. "Hey," she said softly, "it's just me. There's no pressure, there's no worries, okay? It's just you and me. No one knows you in this world better than I do and there's no one I trust more than you. We can do this. So just take a breath for me, alright?"
Wyatt looked up at her in surprise when she took his face, searching hers as she spoke. His heart was beating faster but he let her words sink in, nodding slightly. This was only difficult because he was letting himself get hung up on things, but as long as Robin was comfortable, why shouldn't he be? Taking a deep breath and kissing her forehead, he touched her shoulders before stepping back. "Put your arms up for me, to the side?"
Robin took a breath herself as Wyatt seemed to calm - at least for the moment - and pressed the kiss to her forehead. She nodded, holding her arms outstretched at her sides.
Wyatt put the loop around Robin's neck, with the knot at the back and started to loop it from her back around to her chest, starting with the chest harness part, looping and double looping around her breasts as he tied the knot to the front loop and then back to the rope on her back, his eyes focused for the most part though he let himself get distracted here and there. "You still have a light dusting of freckles on your shoulder..."
Robin stayed as still as she could as Wyatt wrapped the rope around her. It was oddly calming feeling the strength of the rope on her soft skin, the patterned way he wrapped her in it. She found herself getting lost in it until she heard Wyatt's voice and looked back up at his face with a soft smile. "Mmmhmm. They still pop out most in the summer when I'm in the sun more often."
Wyatt nodded to her words, doing a diamond/hexagon pattern on her as he wrapped the rope around her, wondering if he ought to be pushing himself into a harder pattern, so he began to double loop it until there were two ropes going down over her breasts, trapping her nipples between them. Once he had it down to her hips, he asked her to spread her legs a little and bent to reach the rope in between her legs, getting it through, tied, and back through to the other side and tied again before he positioned the ropes around her pussy to make sure they wouldn't chafe too badly or hurt anything sensitive.
Robin continued to watch how intricate a pattern Wyatt was making before she took a look back at his face which made her smile. "Your nose still crinkles when you're concentrating real hard." As he changed up the ropes on her breasts, robin let out a hissed moan when her nipples were the rope's focus. She spread her legs and looked ahead as she felt the ropes wrap along her crotch.
Wyatt looked up up when Robin made that comment, his eyebrows raising. "Does it? I guess I don't notice." He gave her a faint smile and focused back on his work until he finished up between her thighs, standing up and circling her as he admired his handy work. "All right. I don't know whether to tie your hands up in front or in back. Or maybe loose and just hand cuff you to something in the shower."
Robin nodded in agreement that that was a face he made. She looked down to see what she could as Wyatt looked her over, the intricate work pressing against her body. "It's beautiful," she said dreamily, "oh if I have a say, go with handcuffs," she smiled.
Wyatt touched at the knots behind her back and tested them as a whole as he tugged loosely for a moment, nodding. "That's what I was thinking too, yeah. Kind of gives it a... pretty slave kind of feeling to it, I think." He shrugged, realizing he had no idea how to even set the scene. He should have researched how to even do a watersports scene, but he hadn't and now he was feeling stupid for not. "Why don't you get down on all fours and crawl around? See how it feels?"
Robin stood as she as she could as Wyatt tied and twisted the rope around her. "And we all know I love being a pretty slave," she smiled. She brought her arms down as she looked herself over and got down to all fours. She crawled a small circle in the room, feeling where the rope moved along her skin. There was a little bite to it as it rubbed against her skin, but she found herself becoming excited by it. "Feels real good," she murmured, a soft moan escaping as she started to settle in to the slave thoughts, attempting to get a headspace going.
Wyatt watched her crawling around on the floor on all fours, though it left her with her ass pretty much on display beside the thong like ropes up between her buttocks. He looked around, considering if he ought to do last minute research. He'd seen what Charley had done with her but that was completely different, it was about her pissing herself, degrading her down to a mess, but that wasn't exactly the situation right here. Licking his lips, he briefly closed his eyes as he thought how he would try and set this up if it wasn't his sister, wondering if that was the part that was putting a blocker on his creativity.
Robin continued to crawl, enjoying the feeling of learning where the ropes pulled and rubbed. Wyatt didn't say anything for a while and she worried he was in his head too much. Must have been some sort of Sylvester trait, since it happened to Robin more often then she was willing to admit. She looked up, watching Wyatt a moment before crawling over to his feet and kneeling there. "What's wrong, Sir?" She asked quietly, her own headspace already taking over and finding her place with in the scene. "Do you not like how it looks?"
Wyatt finally blinked and focused his gaze as he turned his head to look down at Robin. "What? No, no, it looks- it looks fantastic, I am going to have to do that pattern again. I'm just trying to figure out how to do this next part." He reached down to stroke his thumb against her cheek, to hopefully reassure her that it was certainly not her. "You're a good girl, I'm just thinking about how to be the best Sir for you."
Robin rubbed her face against his hand. "It's like any other scene, Sir," she said softly, "just let it happen." She looked up at his last words, "You can do it, Sir. I Know you can."
Wyatt nodded to her words and gave her a smile. "All right. Go into that bathroom to the left up there on your hands and knees and kneel by the tub. I'm going to go get some handcuffs for you." He smoothed out some of her hair, though considered when he would want to pull it out of the pony tail. Part of him wanted to wet it during this, see it trickle from her hair onto her skin. Oh lord, he was going to make this difficult for himself.
Robin pressed against his leg with her cheek, "Yes, Sir," she said softly, crawling slowly towards the bathroom. She remained kneeling by the tub like he asked, head slightly bowed. She didn't know where Wyatt was going to go with this, but she couldn't shake the fear he was going to hold back. She didn't know how to make this okay for him, how to make this something he wanted and wanted from her.
Wyatt went to get the hand cuffs, rubbing his fingers over it before he closed his eyes and focused. A sub couldn't feel happy or good about their scene if their Dom gave them bad vibes about their interest, and it could be bad for the sub's self esteem. It wasn't that he didn't want to do this, it had been a curiosity of his and doing it with Robin meant he was doing it with someone he trusted completely and knew wouldn't ever want to hurt or shame him. He was going to go in there and anything he was worried or freaked out about, he was going to shed along with his clothing. And it was hardly like Robin hadn't seen a half hard cock before. Going into the bathroom, he closed the door, wetting his lips. "Good girl, waiting so prim and proper. Climb into the tub and get on your knees, then raise your wrists up to that grab bar for me, precious."
Robin felt a surge of excitement run through her as she heard Wyatt's voice behind her. She smiled and lifted her head, "Thank you, Sir," she answered softly and climbed into the tub. She looked up at the tall man, and she could not stop her eyes from raking over his body. Related or not - Wyatt was beautiful and she'd always thought that. She'd always been impressed by him - his demeanor, his mannerisms, his looks - everything. She raised her hands up and grabbed the bar about her, taking a deep breath as she bit her lower lip.
Wyatt went over and slid one of the cuffs through the bar, closing it on one of Robin's wrists and then closing the other one to finish her binding her to the wall. Wyatt stepped back out of the tub, looking at himself in the mirror as he hiked up his shirt and took it off, hanging it on a hook. He looked over at her when he hooked his fingers into his sweat pants waist band before looking down at himself and pushing them and his boxers down at the same time, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor as he turned and walked over to step into the shower, pulling the curtains closed behind him.
Robin looked up as the cuffs were place over her wrists and around the bar, giving it a tug once they were bound. She really didn't know why, she clearly wasn't going anywhere, but it was just something she felt compelled to do, she figured. She looked up in time to see Wyatt's shirt tear from his body and she couldn't help and small breath that hitched in her throat. Then, as if in slow motion, her eyes watched Wyatt's pants and boxers fall off his body, exposing him completely to her. Her breathing became a little heavier as he drew closer towards her, standing in the shower with her and with the curtains closed it suddenly became much more real to her.
Wyatt licked his lips after he closed them in, realizing it dulled the light in the room just a bit, making it an intimate setting. That, of course, did make it easier, and surely there was something intimate in this act in the first place, since it was hardly something he would do with just anyone. Reaching down, he carefully pull out her ponytail. "Such a beautiful girl," He cooed, fluffing out her hair so it splayed out over her back and shoulder, combing his fingers through the silky blonde strands before he set the hair band onto the edge of the tub so she could retrieve it later. Crouching down in the tub beside her, he leaned in, inhaling the scent of her hair, and behind her ear as he put his arms on either side of her, effectively closing in all around her. She would have felt his breath on her neck as he murmured, "I have something for you, precious. You're going to take it all and you're going to thank me for it."
Robin felt her hair fall down her neck and the sides of her face, shaking her head to move it around. "Thank you, Sir," she said sweetly as his fingers luffed through her blonde locks. Her breath hitched again as Wyatt got closer and she could smell him. The clear, obvious scent of him swirling through her nostrils and it made her breath quake. The two of them in the small area made the heat around them grow as the intensity and excitement grew in her belly. "Yes, Sir," she murmured back, "I'll take all of it and be so grateful for it."
Wyatt listened to Robin's breathing, interested by its pattern. Sure, she had said he was a hot everything, but he just assumed that was her just being of sound mind, but perhaps there was more to it than that." "Good girl." He leaned in to press a kiss to her jaw before he stood back up, testing his mobility around her body, to see how much he might be able to move around her while doing this. He had considered having the shower on at the same time but decided he'd much rather know she was getting wet because of him, then they could just wash off. "Sweet slave, just having to sit here and take this and thank me for it." He had a lot of water prior to her coming over and held back on going to the bathroom at any time before she got here, so he was definitely feeling the need, which he knew would just make the release all that much sweeter. "Consider this marking you as mine." That's what he would have sad to any submissive in this position, he decided, and wouldn't hold back because of who it was. Taking his half hard cock in his cock, he had to will it at first but his bladder finally insisted against whatever block he had in his mind, the pale yellow stream hitting against her back and the hair that he'd splayed out there, moving so his stream moved over her side and legs, husking out, "Stick your breasts out for me."
Robin felt Wyatt's lips on her jaw and couldn't help the moan. She'd always wondered what this might be like and she had to slow her head and thoughts down just in case she was reading too much into it. Her eyes raised with him as he stood in front of her, hearing his clear, sultry words of a strong and confident Dom. She licked her lips as she looked up at him, seeing him prepare himself. That name. It made her crazy and at this point pretty much made her pussy drip every time she heard it directed at her. She watched as he held his cock in his hand and soon she felt the warm spray against her skin. She knew this was about his watersports, but she was starting to get used to her own bladder being controlled by others, so she hadn't gone in a while herself, which had slipped her mind until she felt the warm liquid and heard it drip to the bottom of the tub. At his command, she made sure she was turned towards him, arching her back so her tits stuck out at him. "Mmm, yes, Sir. Thank you for your warm piss on my body, Sir."
Wyatt made a noise of pleasure from the relief of finally letting it go, purposefully pissing on her offered breasts and stepping in to grab her hair with one hand and pull her head back so he could finish on her throat. He exhaled unevenly when he was done, shaking any remaining drops off his cock and letting go of her hair so he could step back and look at her, see it drip from her hair and from her hardened nipples, admiring how she looked. "You look positively filthy," He murmured, his tone showing a hint of admiration. "How do you feel?" He hadn't even considered whether or not she needed to pee herself, just looking at her stuck there, covered in it.
Robin moaned as she felt him tug at her hair, pulling it back to expose her throat, covering it his warm release. When he released her she let her head fall forward, damp hair hanging on her sides as the piss beaded and dripped off her tits and down her body. "So filthy for you sir," she moaned happily and looked up at him. Her thighs were pressed together and she hadn't even noticed until things started to settle and she felt her own bladder push against her. "I feel amazing," she said, a small whimper followed, "but...may I pee, Sir? Please?"
Wyatt exhaled and pushed his palm on his cock, a useless attempt at not letting the moans get to him. Her question did surprise him, however, making him raise his eyebrows when he realized what she had asked. He considered for a moment, searching in him to see if he wanted to feel it as well, when he decided he was curious, and when would he get a chance like this again? "Only if you're a good girl and let your Dom feel it." Moving down to sit on the tub, pressing against his cock another moment before he inhaled. He had to lie down in his own urine if he did what he instinctively imagined. It was useless to be squeamish about that when he wanted Robin's on him, but somehow the thought of cooling piss was more disgusting to him. "You're going to straddle my waist and stay on your knees. I want you to press your pussy against my chest and let go, is that clear?" He had compromised by leaning back on his elbows, so he could be at an incline, feel it run down his torso and not just all on his lap, though that would surely be where it ended. He scooted closer to her, his hips bumping against hers, intending to move further under her as soon as she straddled him.
Robin half expected him to deny her, though maybe that was just because she was so used to it with Charley and Stella at this point. "Yes, Sir. I'll be so good for you, I swear," she promised, jiggling a little to avoid releasing to early. She watched as Wyatt settled and scooted herself over top of him, straddling his tight torso with her hands still bound to the bar, causing her to stretch her body out a bit as she settled against him. She nodded in agreement and once she was where Wyatt asked her to be, she stopped fighting and let herself go. She raised herself only slightly, pussy still against him, but allowing her piss to run down his chest and abs instead of pooling where she sat. She moaned as her spray rushed down his body, trickling against the tub as it dripped from him. Her head tilted back in relief as she felt pleasure from her release, feeling like going on forever before it finally emptied.
Wyatt watched her move and position herself over him, feeling her press herself against his chest and realizing it was quite slick, and not in the way that she might have let go any already. He swallowed thickly and was just glad that her hips were far enough up that his cock wouldn't be brushing against her like this. He looked down, his face a foot or less away from her pussy, but all thoughts of that disappeared when he saw her stop holding in. His lips parted as he felt how warm it was, running down over his chest and onto the tops of his thighs before escaping, his eyes briefly lifting to look at her when she had her head tilted back, her wet and possibly sticky tits pushed out, so close that he thought it might only be the piss repelling him at this point. "Good girl... that feels good, doesn't it?"
Robin moaned out in relief as her body emptied as she could only imagine how how Wyatt looked all dripping wet. The air around them was stuffy and heated from the enclosed area and their bodies being so close which only heightened the pleasure. "Feels so much better,Sir," she moaned, rocking her hips slight against him, feeling his body against her needy pussy as she ground on him ever so slightly.
Wyatt let the feeling soak in but because of the enclosed area, it meant the subtle smell of the urine was trapped more with them than being cleared out. He swallowed hard when he could feel her grinding against his chest slightly, the thickness of the bodily fluid reminding him she was not just wet with piss. "Dirty, dirty girl." He pressed his weight onto one arm, tipping his head back to see what he was doing as he angled his other arm up and over to turn on the faucet, feeling the temperature before pulling up tab and letting the water shoot out of the shower head down at them, closing his eyes as he exhaled and the water hit his upper body and head.
Robin moaned quietly, "always, Sir," she chuckled. The water shocked her slightly, but very quickly it warmed her sticky skin. She watched Wyatts body as he relaxed in it, tipping her own head and body back and letting the heavy stream rain over her body. "That feels perfect," she sighed, the warm water prickling her son as she arched her chest out, water dripping over her breasts and off her nipples.
Wyatt felt the hard tub hurting his arm so he carefully eased himself out of that position, sitting under her with one hand reaching to the grab bar to hold onto it so he could lean back just a little, to make sure water got down between them, to clean off his chest, and also so he could try to angle his hips, since his moving to sit back up had meant he felt his cock graze against Robin's inner thigh. "It does," He agreed, realizing he almost had a face full of breasts. He reached up with his other hand and carefully splayed the ropes around one of her nipples, convincing himself it was because he wanted to make sure water got in there.
Robin tried to help move around wyatt, trying to get them both washed and comfortable at the same time. Her breath hitched as she felt his rod lay against her thigh finding her mind wandering to just how close it was to her heat. When he moved the rope she felt it against her nipple, moaning quietly as she felt it grow, becoming erect even in the warmth of the small shower.
Wyatt inhaled slowly, carefully shifting up to be sitting properly, though he either had to have his chest almost right against hers or his cock tickling her between her legs. He tried willing it to go down, but the fact that he intended to wash her made him think it wouldn't happen any time soon. Grabbing the gender neutral body wash he kept in this shower, he squeezed some on his hand and carefully started to rub her torso through the patterns and then pulled at her ropes with one hand as his hand moved under them, soaping her stomach and up over her breasts, his mouth going dry from the noises she was making and the soft, plump flesh under his hand.
Robin 's mind was completely spinning once Wyatt started with the soap. His strong hands always meant protection to her - safety. Now...now her body was feeling something entirely new. Something she'd always wondered about and now she was experiencing it, which was only adding to the excitment and need rushing through her. "God, that feels good," she moaned slightly, feeling his hand over her toned abs, easily sliding with the lather on her skin. She tipped her head back until she it the wall, pulling slightly at the cuffs on the rail above her. She gasped when his hand rubbed over her chest, tits hardening under his hands as her breath went ragged. "S-sorry," she moaned, "It just...it feels really good, Sir," she breathed, pushing her breasts harder against his hands.
Wyatt was looking over her body, somewhat mesmerized as he teased her nipple between two soapy fingers and squeezed her breasts with his hand, cleaning thoroughly before sliding his hand up over to clean her collarbone and throat with her head tipped back. He knew his sister was attractive, objectively and otherwise, but he hadn't really known that her skin and proportions were basically perfect. His breath hitched at the sound of her moans, asking quietly, "Why are you apologizing?" his voice sounding thick as his cock was throbbing, veering toward uncomfortable. Distracting himself, he grabbed his two in one shampoo-conditioner and got some onto his hand before he said, "Come here, sweet girl," pulling at first at the look over her collarbone and then drawing her head down to his shoulder to be close to the spray of water as he started to massage it into her hair, turning into a rich lather.
Robin lost herself in the feeling of his hands, sudsing and soaping her body. The heat was surrounding her and she could feel her core start to drip even with the water running over them. Her eyes found his face, looking and studying it. It was always so strong, so stoic. But there was something just the slightest bit different this time. "Just...don't mean to get so turned on," she said quietly, almost embarrassed because regardless of how inamoured by him she'd always been, she never expected it returned. She was a little happy for the distraction, moving her head where he'd directed it. She held it against his chest, though looking down to avoid water in her face, she was able to steal a glance of his twitching member, licking her lips before closing her eyes to try to push out the dirty thoughts that entered.
Wyatt didn't know how to respond to Robin's words, especially considering there was no way of concealing his own erection even if he wanted to, a non-verbal answer to the fact that she wasn't alone in the arousal. Instead, he shut up and cleaned her hair, playing with it before he leaned back a little, closing his eyes against the face full of water to be able to have the water pour down over her head and wash out the suds, feeling them tickle down around his cock, making him squirm slightly. Running his hand through her hair to make sure he got it all rinsed out, he leaned forward again and used both hands to squeeze water out of her hair and move it out of her face, stroking some behind her ear. "Better?"
Robin felt maybe she said to much and remained quiet as Wyatt washed her hair. It was a lovely feeling with her hair in his hands, fingers working into her scalp as he took so much time and consideration for washing it. "Much," she smiled after sitting back up and feeling his hands on her again, moving her hair out of her face. It was in this moment she was happy to still be held to the bar because it was taking everything she had not to want to jump him. It had to be the intamacy of it all. That's what she'd chalk it up to. It was an intimate moment in an intimate setting. So instead she tried Wyatt's own tactic of distraction. "I'd return the favor but," she trailed off, pulling at the handcuffs again with a gentle laugh.
Wyatt gave her a smile when she said that, but in the back of his mind, it was reminding of the heat he could feel radiating from her core, finding it difficult not to think about it. Looking at her hand cuffs and up at her, he shook his head, smiling at her laugh. "It's okay, I might just make you deal for a few, though." He rubbed some water onto her thighs and remembered to clean her back. He eased himself out from under her carefully, not wanting to hit her chest or face with his cock moving up. Once he was stood up under the stream, he let it run down his body. His cock still throbbed but he was decidedly less embarrassed about of it, not trying to hide it as he rubbed some body wash over his torso and then down to his thighs.
Robin tilted her head slightly at his words. "A deal, hmm? And what deal might that be?" She was a little surprised he hadn't uncuffed her yet and started to wonder if he had an angle he was working. Her breath shuttered as she felt his hand higher on her thighs, just teasing her needy course and internally driving her crazy. She watched as he moved and suddenly he was standing next to her, her face down by his knees. She slicked her lips as sudsy water cascaded down his body. She shifted slightly, kneeling a little taller and now her have was right next to his thigh. His muscular, wet thigh. She leaned forward and she realized he was closer than she thought and her lips ended up pressed to his thigh. "Whoops, slipped." She said bashfully.
Wyatt shook his head at her words, smiling. "Not a deal, just making you deal- as in deal with this, but I suppose I could at least you free to get off the ceramic." He was starting to reach down, twisting his torso to grab the key from off the edge of the tub. He inhaled as he felt her lips pressing to his thigh, closing his eyes and hating that he didn't hate it. Swallowing hard as he turned back, with how close she had gotten, his cock grazed her neck slightly when he leaned down, cheeks flushing after it happened as he started working on unlocking her cuffs. "Sorry," He said quietly, releasing one wrist and then the other, his heart battering against his ribs.
Robin chuckled sheepishly, "oh, right. My bad. Meanie," she chuckled before watching him twist and coming back getting low enough to unlock the cuffs with his perfect cock gazing against her and so close it was driving her wild. "Don't be," she said softly as her wrists were unlocked and she was face to face with him, her eyes darting between his own and his lips. She couldn't help it. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, harder than usual, but still very timid as she didn't know how he would react.
Wyatt could just feel the heat of his face as he did his best to only focus on releasing her wrists, but one he had finished that he had nothing else to distract himself. His eyes shifted, meeting hers as they were nearly at level, seeing a look in them that he couldn't place, or remember seeing on her before. He was fairly sure he forgot to breathe for a moment and the next thing he knew was her lips were pressed to his, and he froze, his mind telling him to move away, steer them out of this situation, but his body was not agreeing with the sentiment. Breaking away for a moment, he inhaled, looking at her before he got down onto his knees so he wasn't bending over her as he had been. Gently sliding his hands on either side of her face, he parted his lips like he wanted to say something, but if there were words, he couldn't find them. His eyes dropped to her lips and he leaned in to kiss her.
Robin sat almost frozen when Wyatt pulled away, not that he'd ever do anything bad to her, but the worry she had just completely embarrassed herself was leaving her utterly paralyzed as she stared at Wyatt's face. He got lower in the tub, much closer to her body and her face when she felt his strong hands on either side and suddenly his lips were on hers. She sucked in a breath as her hands found his arms to brace herself on, returning the kiss and deepening it within the heat of the shower and their bodies together.
Wyatt had let his mind go and was giving into his instincts, and that was to suck one of the soft lips in between his own, thumbs stroking her cheeks. He shifted closer but it meant his erection slid against her stomach, making him groan slightly as contact with his cock was what his body was basically craving now.
Robin wrapped her arms around his neck when he didn't pull away, wanting to keep his body close to his own. She moaned as she felt his staff against her stomach, moving along it to cause a little friction.
Wyatt moved his hands off of her face when her arms went around his neck, his hands sliding down her sides, feeling her curves before going to rest on her hips, making a noise almost like a whine of pleasure when he felt her move her body against his cock. He was still feeling a little timid in this situation himself, but still let his tongue lick it's way into her mouth before drawing it back and pressing his lips firmer to hers.
Robin moaned against his lips, feeling his hands fall slowly down her body as the excitement swirled in her belly, burning and bubbling like molten sugar as everything around her heightened. She breathed him in as she felt his tongue press against hers and she rubbed a little more on his body, rubbing her pelvis up and down his cock the stood firmly between them.
Wyatt lightly dug his fingertips into her hips, his breathing uneven as she took encouragement from his noise and rubbed more intently against his cock, making him groan into her mouth. His hands slid around onto her back, onto the dip there, pulling her tighter up against him, experimentally rocking his hips so his cock was sliding between his abdomen and hers. He couldn't stop thinking about their position before, how it would have felt if she had just lowered hips and sunk down on his needy cock. He could feel the strong, almost hazy lust spreading over him, and he sank slowly back to sit on his legs, his hands gently urging forward, sliding down onto her ass.
Robin was getting lost in it. In the one thing she'd always wondered about, always imagined, even fantasized about a couple of times. And here it was, mere inches away from happening. Feeling Wyatt begin rocking against her made a soft gasp escape her throat as she took her lips from his, her body suddenly hovering so close to his length. She licked her lips as her eyes met his and she let out a shakey breath before lowering herself with the guidance of his hands on her ass, slowly feeling his rod fill her neediness. "OH my god," she whispered out a moan, slowly sinking down onto him before tipping her head back, feeling every inch of it slowly stretching her walls apart.
Wyatt was glad Robin didn't seem to need for him to verbalize what he wanted as he encouraged her closer. His breathing felt shallow in anticipation, his mouth dry as he kept her gaze once she was straddling over his lap. His lips were parted, hands remaining on her ass as she sank down onto his cock, enveloping it with what felt like the perfect amount of burning heat, wetness, and tightness, enough that it drew a moan from his throat to watch her tip her head back as she filled herself up with him. His hands squeezed her ass before one hand slid up long her back, cradling it with his arm so she'd feel safe if she wanted to lean back. Much to his chagrin, how wrong and taboo it was to him was ending up making it hotter to him and he leaned forward to crush his torso against hers as his head dipped in to suck her neck, moaning a curse word against her skin.
Robin loved his moan. She'd never heard it before but it was now one of her new favorite noises. It was so guthreal, so strong, and she loved most that she was bringing it out of him. He was so thick inside her as she began riding, rolling her hips over him as she rose her body up and down. Her hands went up into the back of his hand, scratching gently at his scalp and running her fingers through his hair. Maybe it was wrong, maybe they would be judged if anyone knew. But she wasn't going to take any of this back for any reason. She moaned as she felt his mouth over her neck, their bodies melding together as things began to heat up between them.
Wyatt 's breath was shaky against her neck, as he paused kissing it to breath, rest his head close to hers as another moan escaped him as she rode him, somehow not able to get over how good she felt around his cock. He held her close, a mix of cradling her and holding her possessively against him as she moved. The heat and pleasure felt overwhelming as he went back to thoughtlessly mouthing at her neck, breathing out, "Fuuuck. Yes," before turning his head and sinking his teeth into her shoulder.
Robin moaned as he kissed her, her breathing becomming more and more ragged with each movement on top of him. "Oh god...so good," she moaned, feeling every inch of him push into her deeper and deeper. Her body began to pick up the pace, rocking a little faster and bouncing a little harder as the friction stirred more inside her. She gasped out, hands moving back down to his shoulders and scratching her nails across them as she felt his teeth sink into her skin, only stirring her to work faster and harder against him.
Wyatt slid one hand up into Robin's hair, pulling on it when he felt her nails scratching his shoulders, making him groan again. He lifted his head and held hers by her hair, leaning in to crash his lips against hers. How fast he could feel his orgasm coming up was making him dizzy, desperate, her hips rolling so expertly down, drawing him out and pushing him back into her soaking pussy. Breaking away from her lips, he sucked in a ragged breath, keeping his head close to hers. "Y-you feel so good," He husked out. "Making me- want to cum." Shuddering, he slid one hand down between them, to seek out and rub her clit from between her folds.
Robin gasped as Wyatt grabbed her hair, and suddenly felt her lips pressed heatedly against his. Robin moaned and cried out in lust, bouncing faster and harder on his cock, feeling her own orgasm well on the way and so close to falling over into it. "Yes," she moaned back, "so close," she moaned before crying out loudly again, "Fuck, cum with me...please...please cum with me," she begged, gasping and moaning again, feeling his thumb work over her clit as his cock filled her over and over.
Wyatt gripped her tight with one hand as his fingers worked on her clit with the other, the noises of her thighs clapping against his as she bounced on his cock were made louder by the water and the enclosed space, and that sound plus her begging moans and cries had him coming undone. His head tipped back as he cried out, coming so hard there were stars behind his eyelids, his cum coating her walls, another thing he hadn't stopped to consider in all of this, just feeling her muscles around his cock, milking it until his legs shook beneath her.
Robin was panting heavily between moans as she grew closer and closer to her climax. Once it hit she cried out, body shaking in ecstasy over his pulsing cock, her walls slamming against him. When Wyatt tipped his own head back, Robin assaulted him with hot, breathy kisses along his neck, trying to bring every ounce of pleasure out of him that she could. "Fuck so good," she moaned against him, riding him out until they were both completely spent before leaning herself back against the shower wall.
Wyatt shuddered and gasped, "Oh, God," as she laid assault to his neck, probably his most sensitive erogenous zones outside of the usual pleasure spots. He clutched onto her as she rode out her orgasm and then let his other hand move around to her back briefly as he panted, trying to come down from his orgasm. He leaned against the wall next to her, letting his flushed cheek feel the cold wall. He was shocked that had just happened, and possibly worse, it had managed to be one of the most highly charged sexual experiences he had had.
Robin moaned against his hot skin as both their bodies piled on top of each other in the tub, warm water still striking their bodies. "That was.." she whispered out, calming her breathing as she still buried herself into his neck and sighed out contently, "Amazing."
Wyatt grunted as he tried to shift his legs to be in a less painful position, his slowly softening cock slipping out of her in the process, but he kept his arms around her as she buried into his neck. Hearing her words, he swallowed thickly, turning his head to rest his cheek against the wet top of her head. "Y-yeah...it really was."
Robin squeezed him close as Wyatt kept his arms tight around Robin and she just allowed herself to enjoy being here, in this moment. "I love you, Wyatt," she said, almost quickly, as if she was afraid he was going to forget.
Wyatt could feel the water starting to get colder, but he didn't feel ready to get out yet. What would happen when they got out? Would everything change? Was she going to quickly get dressed and run away? Her words tore him out of her thoughts and he reached up and played with some of her hair. "I love you too. Always." He exhaled and tugged on part of her harness. "We need to get up and get you out of this thing. Check you for chafing. You- uhm. You can clean off a little first though, if you want." Clean up any of his cum that might be coming out of her, he meant, but he was still flushed and flustered about the fact that it happened, that he had actually came inside of her.
Robin had almost forgotten about the rope around her torso until Wyatt brought it up and Robin looked down on the drenched ropes. She shook her head at his offer, "no, thanks. I'm good," she said, feeling pretty clean anyway with the water still pouring around them anyway. She stood up slowly, making sure she had her bearings before stepping out of the shower and reaching to grab two towels for them.
Wyatt groaned faintly, his long legs not used to being so compressed without it at least being a work out where he pushed back against the compression. He pulled himself up to his feet with the help of the tub wall and the grab bar and straight out, turning off the water and pushing back down the plug so the water would gush out of the faucet. He rolled his neck and stretched, climbing out and reaching for a towel with a soft smile. "Thank you."
it’s this social acceptance you have to obtain in order to be accepted a funny farce. a comedy of errors in many ways. children (and adults, it never changes only regresses with time) are the most evident with this. how masks come and go for them to blend in. has life turned into a cliche? wandering your way as a skewed puzzle piece before you finally fit into a place where you belonged.
he could just feel the bile rise into his throat.
alas, he had to tend to this people as it was his job. a naturally feigned smile grew with elegance during time and many hadn’t realised this was an initiation of his own distaste. he had a service to attend to and as the owner of the cafe, he has to put customer services before his own dignity.
a bemused gaze casts across the room if anyone needs lackluster attendance but remaining behind the bar itself was something he preferred. the feeling of authority; he was there and they were behind him. he was propped up on a pedestal. something so minor, so mundane had enthralled him beyond belief. to know a certain about of sugar to caffeine ratio could disguise the taste of cough syrup had been a thrilling fact, but one he hadn’t engaged in for a while.
red head. check. distracted? check. someone he could possibly talk to? check, check and check. there was something about feigning authenticity; an act, a facade, a charade that made him feel that people had been so fickle. he was not one to presume what they’d think of him but at the same time, he couldn’t care any less.
he slid slowly over towards the female, a soft (yet tenacious) smile moved onto his lips. his voice was low, deep enough for her to hear the thrall in his voice that lurked deep into his chest. “distracted?” dark eye watched the ministrations in her face, how her lips moved and eyebrows pushed and pulled. how endearing.
how fun to mess with.
long fingers dust across the table to grab the finished cup of coffee in front of her, his gaze never once leaving hers.
it almost seems like she’s floating. the cape she wears waves behind her while she swiftly makes her way out of the castle. as the lady shoots a last glance towards her home, a mischievous smile graces her lips. even though most of the times she doesn’t allow herself to be conceited, ahreum doubts someone knows the castle as she does. she knows every corner and every secret that make her escapades easier. ahreum knows the places where the guards patrolled and which places they neglected. she had a long time to study the castle before she started disappearing through the window, silent as the wind itself. ahreum is grateful that the word of her adventures didn’t come to her parents’ ears yet, or she fears she would have a greater number of guards she would have to leave behind.
she jumps and many could say that the distance between her window and the ground was too big, however, she lands gracefully on the soft grass. good thing ahreum has a decent control of the gifts the aquarius vessel bestowed on her. it was another thing that makes it easier for her to sneak out the castle without eyes following her through her ways. sometimes, when she thought about how she could simply slip away from their grasp to not be missed, her heart would clench uncomfortably inside her chest. however, she was to be silly, right? ahreum knew that the feelings that united her to her parents and her siblings was everything but superficial. shaking her head, she makes her way to the market, mud grabbing her shoes and the hem of her dress.
every worry is forgotten when she gets to the market. the freedom of exploring alone brings a smile to the face hidden by her hood. her eyes sparkle for everything seem much more alive than it usually does. ahreum sees stranger faces and listens to weird accents which makes her think of people coming from distant lands. she leans in the stands and looks the products, wondering if anything would be of the queen’s fondness. ahreum takes a clumsy step back and turns around to colide against someone. “sorry” a mumble leaves her lips and she raises her head a little bit to give a face to the... duur military uniform? ahreum freezes as her eyes grow wider and her blood grows confused for it doesn’t know if it escapes her face to leave her pale as the purest cloud or blushing pink as a sole rose. it was ace - she knew him, but most alarming, he knew her. “i’ll be going” she says in a low tone, wishing she’ll be able to go away without problems.
"You think you're so fucking good at everything, don't you?"
"Pathetic midget, you don't deserve all the attention you get."
"You're nothing more than an orphan, you aren't even supposed to be alive. Go back to where you came from."
Ellie continued to take the insults thrown at her, rather well, if anyone were to see the situation she was in. Some of her classmates, mostly boys who were either larger sized than her or older had her surrounded, and continued to spite and mock her. Passers-by walked past and stared, but no one took action, either refusing to get involved or were too scared to. But the girl didn't miss the looks of pity that were thrown at her. They had her closed in one of the cages out in the open, what previously used to kept animals, and were throwing small rocks and broken shards of soju bottles. Some had already scraped her skin, newly formed cuts and wounds evident on her face. And yet, she continued to stay silent, kneeling on the floor as she stared at their feet. She was upset, yes. But emotions weren't something the military was fond of, and she was expected to keep them in check, no matter the situation. And so she didn't cry. As hard as it was, she refused to let the salty tears fall, and balled her hands up into fists, resting them on her knees. Ellie had no reason to be upset. It wasn't the first time it happened, after all.
A 13 year old, who had no right to be better than them. They were jealous of her. Jealous that she was smarter and could score higher in tests, jealous that she was appointed as leader during training, jealous that she had precise aim. Jealous that she was separated from the rest of them. that she was given special attention. But being special wasn't always a good thing. While she received praise from her instructors in front of them, they didn't get to see what happened behind the scenes. The verbal abuse when she screwed something up, the extra hours she had to stay behind to put in more effort, and the occasional beatings if she didn't perform up to standard. She was being stripped of her rights, her rights of actually having a life outside of military training. Ellie didn't get to enjoy herself, or have free time. Even if she did, she would spend it in solitude, reading some sci-fi novels lying around. She didn't even have friends to go out or explore with - Because no one wanted to socialise with her. Everyday she had to live in constant fear, from both her instructors and peers. And today was no exception.
But she kept her mouth shut. She knew that replying to any of their scornful comments, talking back to them, would just bring her down to their level. And Ellie knew she was better than that. She was exhausted enough from training, and she wasn't about to waste any more energy on them. "Are you done yet?" The redhead croaked out, lifting her head up slowly to look at the gang gathered outside of the cage. "I want to head back to the dorm soon."
They laughed some more, and threw their used cartons of food back at her.
There was a sound of air gently squeezing itself out of the mechanics as Marissa's car came to a stop and the drivers door opened upwards. Though she didn't get out the car straight away. Instead, she sat and looked up at the building she was parked up in front of. A gentle sigh escaped her lips, slowly but surely it was sinking in that Delilah was gone. She had come over to her apartment to gather together some things to keep hold of in her memory and sort out Delilah's stuff now she no longer had need of it.
Riss pulled out her phone and opened up Google. She typed a few things in and then held the device to her ear. It didn't take long for the other party to pick up.
"Hi, my name is Marissa Harrison. I'd like to book a funeral please..." She said, her tone of voice calm and collected as she slipped out of the car, placing her bag on one shoulder and then walking towards the building, the car closing and locking itself behind her.
Marissa entered the pin code on the front door and then made her familiar way through the apartment block up to Delilah's flat. "It will be for Delilah, Delilah Daniels."
When she got to the room, Marissa held the phone to her ear by bringing her shoulder up to support it as her hands fumbled around in her bag, looking for the keys. Eventually she found them and placed them in the door. "New York Central... Yeah-- Absolutely. Thanks for your h-- Can you tell me how long I'll be waiting for the call?" She spoke with the director.
Pushing the keys in the door, Marissa walked in. Part of her wanted to call out to Delilah, like she did every other time she'd let herself in. "Thank you... Hear from you soon." She hung up as she opened the door and slipped inside.
Marissa gently tapped the door closed and put her bag onto the side table, taking off her shoes at the same time. A bitter sweet smile came to her as she glanced around the place she knew so well.
Camila was hanging out with Dinah and Normani and goofing off like usual when she got a bunch of texts from Marielle and Sandra telling her to check twitter. She got confused but went on twitter, searching for a while before finding Lauren's twitlonger. She was surprised to see the picture of them kissing and couldn't help but smile as she read Lauren's tweet. "Guys, we have to go." She showed the girls the twitlonger before heading to the car to get back to the apartments.
For some reason, Bradleigh had a new mission, which revolved around trying to drag Maddy out whenever she could. In the last few days, she had already managed to drag her to some party, which in Maddy's opinion, had turned out to be a massive waste of time, just as she knew it would be. Yet, somehow Brad had convinced Maddy to go to the movies with her. No matter how much she tried to decline her offer, the girl simply wouldn't say know. After a quick shower, Maddy slowly got ready for the night. Considering it would only be Brad and her, she wasn't going to dress to impress. Not as if she ever did, anyway. With a lack of motivation, she slipped into a pair of jeans, a large white blouse, and a pair of black boots. She ran a brush quickly through her hair, so to not appear like she'd just woken up, and pushed it all to one side. Grabbing her phone from off the table, she stuffed it into her back pocket and made her way out the door. Once in the car, it didn't take long to arrive at the theater. Assuming they would meet in front of the ticket booth, Maddy made her way over to one of the benches nearby, waiting for Bradleigh to show up.
