Private Party
Uvogin x female!reader
🎃Happy (very belated) Halloween🎃
Warnings: noncon, fingering, gaslighting, stalking, brief mentions of blood, reader is a lil drunk and vulnerable
Word Count: 9.9k words
It was barely 9 PM and the party that Uvogin's housemates had put together was in full-swing: the loud, spooky-themed music that had been picked for the holiday was blasting in nearly every room of the off-campus house, and the decorations that had been haphazardly put up only minutes before guests started to arrive were already beginning to come apart, as streamers of bats were falling off of the pins that kept them hanging on the walls and cut-out skeletons were slowly becoming un-stuck from the tape held them upright.
There'd already been a casualty for the evening as a small jack-o-lantern with a flashing light in its mouth that had been knocked off of a table and subsequently smashed into pieces, ultimately being swept up with a dustpan and dumped in the kitchen garbage bin.
With the crowd that had gathered for the party, it probably wouldn't be the first decoration to end up getting tossed.
Standing in the main living area of the home, Uvogin was leaning against the banister of the stairway that lead up to the second level of the house while sipping from a red solo cup. He hadn't dressed up, largely because most costumes weren't made to fit someone of his size. But even if he had options that ranged beyond a muscled up action movie hero or some barbarian character, he wouldn't have bothered. Beyond using it as an excuse to get drunk, Uvogin didn't see much point in celebrating Halloween. Not as an adult, anyway.
Uvo didn't even really want to participate in the party. While free alcohol was fine, the company wasn't. His housemates were people that he largely tolerated while the guests who had come for the party were all strangers that he wanted nothing to do with. Had the circumstances been different, he would have done what he usually did, which would have entailed him holing up in his room with some beer in order to avoid the thing entirely.
But unlike the other times his housemates insisted on throwing parties in their efforts to make the place a hangout spot, there was something here tonight that had him willing to put up with all the noise and chaos that the party brought.
He took another slow sip from his drink while he discretely kept his focus on the living room area that stood across from him. That area and the kitchen were where most people were gathered while they talked and drank, and he needed to look past a variety of costumed guests in order to keep an eye on what had brought him out of his room that night.
Because tonight, it just so happened that with all of the guests who had come to the party, you were among them.
Pulling the cup away from his lips, Uvogin watched you closely from where you stood in the living room. You were standing next to the woman that he knew to be your roommate, and the two of you were having a conversation with some guy who appeared to be dressed like a zombie. Who the guy was and what he was saying to you, Uvogin didn't know. But he watched the way you smiled politely at whatever was being said while you sipped at your drink.
In the meantime you remained completely oblivious to his attention on you, the same way you normally did whenever he would watch you outside of school hours.
And he'd been watching you for a while now.
Uvogin wasn't keen on college. He didn't feel that getting a degree would be anything other than a waste of time and money. But seeing as it was Chrollo who was insisting, telling him that it was a necessary in some future scheme, Uvo ultimately conceded to the demands of his boss.
Not that it didn't come with conditions, with the main one being that he didn't need to spend his nights in the stuffy, cramped rooms of the student dorms.
Thus, Uvo ended up moving into an off-campus house that gave him a lot more breathing room. Nobunaga had joined him, citing that he also hated the idea of the dorms. While that was probably true, Uvo was also pretty sure Chrollo wanted someone to keep an eye on him while living in a house full of what was, at the time, strangers.
They were still strangers for the most part. While he wasn't as bad as some of the others in his group, Uvogin could admit that he didn't tend to accept new people in his life very easily, and he honestly didn't see the point in getting close to any of the guys he lived with. After his four years was up, he didn't plan on seeing any of them again. So as long as they all left him alone, it was fine. Anything else was inconsequential.
And yet, despite his aversion to new people, you had somehow managed to catch his attention the day you moved in.
Not in the place he was living, of course, but you moved into a different off-campus house meant for female college students, and it just so happened to stand across from where he lived as the backs of the houses faced one another with a single strip of forest separating the two. On the day you moved in at the beginning of the new semester, Uvogin happened to be sitting at the desk that sat in front of the window that looked out into the backyard, and when he saw movement across the way in the other home, he glanced up and caught sight of you as you were carrying moving boxes into your new room.
With nothing better to do in that moment, Uvogin sat there watching you for the remainder of that afternoon while you and your roommate went back and forth between your room and the downstairs part of the house that he couldn't see, bringing up more boxes until the two of you began to unpack and set everything up.
You had caught his eye. Not for any real reason; you weren't very different from anyone else he'd seen on or off campus. He was just bored with his classes and wanted something as a distraction.
He decided there that you were just the distraction he needed.
When he wasn't finishing up assignments, Uvogin was watching you whenever he was able to, even going as far as buying a pair of binoculars so he could look at you in greater detail whenever you were in your room. When Nobunaga questioned him on it, Uvo claimed he had gotten into bird watching out of boredom. Whether or not Uvo's roommate bought the excuse, he didn't know, but Nobu hadn't said anything or brought it up since, so either he was oblivious or he didn't care.
As long as Uvogin wasn't creating the sort of problems that would land either of them in hot water, he was free to do as he pleased.
He'd learned a lot about you since this habit had started up. Your full name, your birthday, your interests, what you were studying, what you planned to do once you graduated – all of it, either by learning the information he wanted through his observations or by enlisting Shalnark's help to find it out for him. There was a lot that he considered to be useless information and he honestly wouldn't have normally cared to know about. Did your preferences in music and books matter to him? No. He couldn't give less of a shit. Did he gain anything by watching how, whenever you were stumped on an assignment, you ended up playing with your hair while you thought over whatever the solution to your problem might be? Not at all.
But it was you and he was determined to make note of all of it, even when it meant nothing.
Watching you sitting on your bed with your laptop in front of you as you typed out your assignments was a common past time for him now, and you didn't notice at all, too wrapped up in whatever you were doing to even glance across the way to where he sat. Maybe you thought the woods that separated the two houses were a good enough cover to not need to worry over prying eyes, if you even worried about that at all.
The first half of the semester passed like that with no real end in sight. Uvogin wasn't even sure what his end goal was with this, if he even had one. All he wanted from you was for you to keep him distracted and entertained. Maybe when he got bored with you, he'd find something else to keep his attention. But seeing as that hadn't happened yet, his focus was still on you.
Even more so tonight, and for a multitude of reasons.
For starters, it was the first time he had ever been so close to you, because up until this point he had only ever watched you from a distance. To see you so close and without a few layers of glass and tree branches in between the both of you felt odd. Not bad, but certainly not what he was used to.
He also hadn't realized you were going to be dressing up for this party, and you appeared to be in a good mood that had only been bolstered as you had gotten several compliments on your costume – Uvogin wouldn't have thought Sherlock Holmes would have been your first choice, honestly, but when he saw you dolled up in your swooshing cape and the skirt you had used to replace the pants in an effort to make the outfit cuter, he felt that you were pulling it off well.
Everyone else who spoke to you certainly thought so, and that had you feeling good as chatted with the other guests alongside your roommate and sipped at the drink that you held in your hand alongside your plastic magnifying glass.
But the longer he watched you it continued to get later and later, a third thing about you caught his attention, that being the gradual shift in your mood, starting from obviously feeling good about yourself until that sense had faded away almost entirely.
You weren't being obvious about it. In fact, Uvogin would say that you were making an effort to hide it. But it was obvious to him that you were starting to get antsy as time went on, like how you would pull out the magnifying glass that came with your costume and twirl it about in your free hand, or when the magnifying glass would reenter your pocket and you would start fidgeting with the edge of the cape, all the while you kept a smile on your face that, the longer he looked at it, he found to appear more and more forced.
What was going on with you?
As much as Uvo wanted to ask, he knew it'd be weird of him to approach you to ask what was wrong. Even if he knew you, you didn't know him, and you wouldn't be inclined to answer that question if he came up out of nowhere, especially not when you were trying your hardest to hide how you were feeling. The fact that he was pretty intimidating also didn't work in Uvo's favor here, either. If anything, him approaching you right now would only leave you feeling worse.
Plus, even if you didn't make a big deal out of it, Uvogin wasn't so sure that your roommate wouldn't, either by swinging her ice wand in his direction or even taking out the fake icicles sticking nearly upright in her hair and trying to stab him with them if she viewed him to be some sort of a creep. That, combined with all of the people who were currently hanging around, would spell trouble that would follow him for the rest of his years spent on campus if he wasn't careful.
So while the way you were acting was bothering him, he kept his distance. For the moment, at least. After all the time he'd spent watching you, it felt slightly surreal to see you up close like this, and he wanted to keep an eye over you for a little bit longer.
Uvogin lifted the cup in his hand up once more, still feeling bothered by the way you were acting and the fact that your roommate didn't appear to be leaving you, but his thoughts were interrupted when he was hit with the fact that he had already drained the contents of the cup without even realizing it, as the inside was completely empty save for a few drops at the bottom.
He hadn't even realized he'd been getting so close to finishing it off.
Uvogin stepped away, walking the short distance through the hallway that lead to the kitchen to toss the cup into the trash, not bothering to give the people who happened to be in his way any room and forcing them to sidestep around him. Despite the clear rudeness of his action and the hour that was growing later, there was no one around who was drunk enough to attempt to call him out on it.
Though he quietly found himself hoping that someone would. Might make the evening a bit more interesting.
“Hey.”
Uvogin was still in the doorway of the kitchen, his attention now drawn away as he heard a familiar voice call out to him. Unsurprisingly, it turned out to be Nobunaga, who was holding a full cup of cider as he made his way over to the kitchen's entrance.
“Hey,” Uvo said in reply before he turned and made his way out of the kitchen, once more bullying his way past the few people who were still lingering in the small hallway. Nobunaga followed, sipping at his drink and saying nothing as Uvo returned to his spot next to the banister. The black haired man settled next to him, leaning against the wood as well and causing it to creak slightly against their combined weight as they both looked out to the room full of people, with Uvogin's attention on you while Nobu's was on seemingly nothing or nobody in particular.
“Didn't think you'd be down here this long,” Nobu commented, “or that you'd be down here at all, honestly. You usually hate these sort of things.”
“I don't hate parties,” Uvogin replied, “I just hate the parties that these assholes throw.”
“You hate their parties, but you clearly don't have any issue drinking the alcohol they provide,” said Nobu, taking a swig of his drink after.
“It's compensation for throwing a shitty party and making me listen to all this noise,” Uvo answered.
“Plus I'll never say no to free drinks when they're offered,” he added.
“What do you mean when they're offered? You always get free drinks because you always take them without asking,” Nobu teased.
Uvogin shrugged, not saying anything in response as he turned his attention back to where you were standing. You and your roommate were still talking with that zombie guy, and there wasn't any sign that the conversation was dying down, much less any sort of hint that you and your roommate would be separating for any reason.
He let out a quiet sigh.
There probably wasn't much point in continuing to keep an eye on you tonight. While being in the same room as you was nice, there was something a little frustrating that he couldn't do anything at that moment. But then, what did he expect? There were too many people around and no chance at getting you alone with the house being as crowded as it was.
Had he really deluded himself into thinking that anything significant would have been able to happen at an event like this?
Shaking his head, Uvogin doubted that he'd stay down here much longer. With no desire to attempt small talk with you while your roommate was hanging around you and not wanting to continue to be tantalized by your presence, he was inclined to leave the party that he didn't even want to be at in the first place.
Although seeing as Nobunaga had now joined him, Uvo figured he'd stick around for a little while more.
Nobu took another sip of his drink before he looked back up at Uvo.
“Did you hear the rumor someone spread about Chrollo and Kortopi?” Nobu asked suddenly.
Uvo's eyebrows furrowed as he looked to Nobunaga, asking back “what kind of rumor could spread involving Chrollo and Kortopi of all people?”
“The kind where people are claiming that Kortopi is not only a child, but that he's actually Chrollo's son,” Nobunaga answered, a grin on his face as he added “the only question people still have is: which one of the three ladies Chrollo hangs out with most is the mother?”
A beat of silence passed as Uvo stared at Nobunaga.
And then he couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter. Most rumors about his group didn't tend to include the boss, but when they did, they were usually pretty funny.
Nobu was laughing as well as he asked “What are the chances Shalnark started it?”
Uvogin shook his head.
“Shal wouldn't do that. Not to Chrollo,” he answered, a chuckle in his voice as he said “unlike you or Phinks, Shal actually respects Chrollo.”
“Unlike me? What does that mean?” Nobunaga asked, his question accusatory but his tone joking.
“You know what I mean,” said Uvo, “there's only a short list of people that Shalnark likes, and an even shorter list of people that he likes and respects. You're only on one of those lists.”
“And what, you're among the few he respects?”
“When was the last time you heard Shal shit-talking me?”
Nobunaga scoffed, but seemed to concede.
The conversation was cut short when the front door opened, and a whole slew of new, costumed party guests made their way inside the house. Uvogin grimaced at the sight, and even Nobu seemed put off by the sight of all the incoming people.
Nudging his roommate with his elbow, Nobu asked “wanna head back up to our room? I think I'm finished with this party, honestly.”
Uvogin began to nod, prepared for the rest of his evening to consist of him and Nobu watching a movie on a laptop with their headphones in so they could at least drown out some of the party noise and then not coming back out until the next morning, at which neither man would bother helping their housemates clean up the mess from the night before.
But before he made his way up the stairs, Uvo's eyes went to you, wanting to see you one last time before he headed away for the night.
And then he stopped.
Not only was the zombie dude you had been talking to gone, but you had stepped away from your roommate, indicating towards the kitchen as you said something to her that he couldn't hear.
It looked like you were about to head off.
On your own.
He was proven right as you took another step away, smiling at your roommate before you turned and headed out of the living room and towards the kitchen, keeping your head low as you navigated your way past the many people, including Uvo and Nobu as you needed to walk close to them in order to access the small hallway.
A smirk found its way to Uvogin's lips.
He'd figured tonight was a bust – and it still could be. But now that you were away from your roommate, and after all of the time he'd spent merely watching you, it'd be a waste not even try to talk to you. And he figured he had a pretty good way to make sure your roommate would be preoccupied.
With a new goal in mind, Uvogin looked to Nobunaga, indicating towards your roommate with a nod of his head.
“Actually, I noticed that chick dressed as the ice witch has been looking at you. You should go talk to her,” Uvo told him.
Nobunaga blinked, not looking to where Uvogin had wanted him to as he repeated “ice witch?”
“Yeah, from that one movie. The one with the talking lion and the kids going through a closet to another world. The lion, the witch and the whatever.”
“Ohhh, that one. I never actually saw that movie. But I did watch the TV version at one point,” Nobunaga said, taking another swig of his drink before he added “the people in the fursuits looked weird.”
A tinge of irritation began to form in Uvo, and he was halfway tempted to smack Nobu over the head for whatever inane bullshit he was spouting instead of actually listening to what was being said to him. But instead of causing a scuffle, Uvogin forced himself to maintain his composure and keep from putting hands on his roommate.
“Yeah? Well, that's something you should say to the ice witch, because she's looking right at you,” Uvogin reiterated.
“She is?”
That time, Nobunaga turned his head, and it seemed as though the universe was on Uvogin's side because your friend turned her head over in his direction at that very moment, looking straight at where Uvogin and Nobu were standing. Upon making that eye contact, your friend grinned at the two of them and waved with an unsteady hand.
She was very drunk. Hopefully drunk enough to forget about you for a little bit if Nobunaga was able to distract her.
“What'd I tell you,” Uvogin said before giving Nobu a slight shove forward while he added “go talk to her.”
Surprisingly, Nobunaga didn't seem overly excited, and Uvogin noticed the way the black haired man's head turn towards the kitchen, where you had just disappeared into. But whatever reservations Nobu may or may not have had, his shoulders slumped ever so slightly before he ultimately chose to go to where your roommate was standing in the middle of the living room.
With the mood your friend appeared to be in, Uvogin was hopeful that Nobu would be able to keep her busy long enough for him to be able to get to you without anyone noticing.
And as for you…..
Uvogin pushed off the banister again, this time in pursuit of you.
Once again returning to the kitchen, Uvo stopped just inside the doorway as he scanned over the room, expecting to see you in there.
Except you weren't.
Uvo's eyebrows furrowed as he looked over the people standing within the area of the relatively small kitchen and didn't see you anywhere. But this was definitely where you'd gone, and there wasn't any way that you could have already returned to the living room; Uvo would have run into you on your way back. So if you weren't in here and you hadn't left the kitchen by way of the hallway entrance….
His gaze went towards the door at the other side of the room, one that lead to the outside deck at the back of the home.
He stepped forward and once again made his way through a large group of people in order to reach his destination, his eyebrows still furrowed as he wondered what had brought you out there. Maybe you needed to make a phone call or something.
In a matter of moments he was turning the knob and pushing the door open as he stepped outside into the cool night air.
His question as to what you were doing was answered quickly as Uvogin was surprised when he immediately caught sight of you at one end of the deck.
Oddly, you were on the floor, sitting in a fetal position while your back was resting against the wall. There was a shudder that ran through you while you sat there, noticeable due to how you were holding your hat in one hand as the fabric was shaking in your grip while the other was holding your head. Your eyes were squeezed shut as he saw you breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth, the kind of breaths people took when they were trying to calm themselves down.
Uvogin was surprised and found himself wondering if he was the cause of this; he'd thought he was being subtle, but had you caught onto him?
Just as quickly as the thought came to him, he pushed it aside. If he was being so obvious as to make you uncomfortable, you would have told your roommate and the two of you would have left the party entirely. Something was bothering you, that was for sure, but whatever it was, it wasn't serious enough to make you leave the premises completely.
And while you appearing to be emotionally vulnerable was unexpected, Uvo did get something he'd been wanting:
You alone with him.
You finally noticed him when he let the door swing shut behind him, forcing your eyes open and turning your head to look at him with mild surprise. Like you hadn't expected anyone else to come out here.
It didn't seem like you knew what to say because you just stared at him for a good few moments.
One of Uvogin's eyebrows arching up in question as he asked “you okay?”
Hearing his voice snapped you out of it.
“Ah – yeah, I'm fine. Or I'll be fine,” you quickly said, trying to compose yourself as you reached up to brush some of your hair behind your ear while you gave him a half hearted smile. Despite that, you chose to remain sitting on the floor of the deck.
His eyebrows furrowed as he stepped closer to you.
“You sure?” Uvogin asked.
You nodded, but you didn't seem as certain that time.
“I was feeling overheated,” you mumbled, and now your words were slightly slurred as you added “it's a little too much in there and I needed quiet. That's it.”
“You sure?” he asked again. By now he had reached where you were sitting, and had chosen to kneel down next to you. Not that it helped much with the height difference as he still towered over you, but at least you weren't straining your neck as much just to look up at him.
“If you're having some kind of issue, I'm happy to help out, if I can,” Uvo said.
You shook your head.
“I'm fine. Don't wanna bother you,” you answered.
His eyebrow raised once again as he stared at you.
“You're not bothering me. I just want to make sure you're okay,” Uvogin said as he reached out, placing a hand on your shoulder that he then squeezed reassuringly.
You didn't react to his touch other than to glance over at where his hand was holding you, but as he looked at you, he noticed a certain vulnerability that was present in your gaze, mixed with uncertainty.
“Did something happen in there?” Uvo asked.
You shook your head quickly, looking away from him after. Of course, he didn't believe you.“
Is it something you can't talk to me about?” he then asked. You shook your head again.
“So something did happen?”
“N-no, it's just…”
You trailed off as you hesitated, your fingers fidgeting with the hat that was still in your hands as you gathered up the courage to speak again.
“I don't feel good,” you told him, “it's warm and loud inside and I felt like I was gonna faint.”
Uvogin's eyebrows furrowed on hearing that.
“Why are you still here then?” he asked, “if you feel bad you should go home.”
“But I've been looking forward to this,” you softly protested, “same with my roommate. Especially since she made her costume. If I left, she'd want to come with me and I don't wanna to ruin her night.”
“…… I see,” was all he said to that.
Even though he didn't say it out loud, what he thought about your reasoning was made loud and clear through his tone, and that made you hang your head slightly, like you were worried he thought you were being stupid. And in Uvo's opinion, it was pretty stupid. A college party wasn't worth this kind of distress, no matter how much you might have been looking forward to it. The thing that you should be doing was obvious; go find your roommate, tell her that you didn't feel good and either she would stay while you would leave or the both of you would head back. Regardless of what she would do, it was in your best interests to go back to the safety of your room.
But instead of encouraging you to do the sensible thing of going back, Uvogin saw an opportunity in the unexpected situation, and decided that he would act on it.
He got your attention when he spoke to you again.
“Tell you what,” Uvo began, “if you want to see if the feeling of being overwhelmed passes with a little bit of time, then why don't you come to my room upstairs?”
“Your room?”
There was a look of hesitance in your eyes when you said that, but you also didn't seem completely against the idea.
Uvo smiled warmly as he continued “yeah. I live here. I can't guarantee that my room is the nicest or the cleanest, but no one else will be in it and the noise from inside won't be as bad in there. You can even lay down for a bit and see if you feel any better. It'll be more comfortable than staying out here, anyway.”
You were quiet after he said that, which prompted Uvogin to add “no pressure, though. But if you're really feeling bad, I do think it'd be best for you to find some place where you can relax a little, y'know?”
“Can I not stay out here for that?” you asked.
“Not really. There's going to be people coming out in a bit,” Uvo lied, “I think they were going to carve pumpkins or something.”
“Oh…..”
That was all you said before you went quiet, staring down at your hat while you seemed to be weighing your options. Since you were insisting on making stupid choices, maybe he would luck out in you picking the choice that would be the most beneficial for him.
And after a few more moments, you relented as you told him “I think…… I think going upstairs should be fine."
You looked back over to him and asked “it won't be much trouble?”
“It won't,” he answered.
Your fingers were tugging at your hat again before you responded again.
“Okay.”
The new urge he needed to fight was an urge to grin ear to ear as held out his hand for you to take. You did so somewhat hesitantly, letting him wrap his fingers around your palm before he helped you stand to your feet. He wasn't going to scare you away, not when you were trusting him like this.
Entering the house once again caused a surge of noise to surround the both of you, as the laughter, music and incomprehensible chatter was all mixed together while Uvogin led you through the kitchen. He made an effort to walk forward quickly, noticing how being back inside was already affecting you negatively as you squeezed his hand that you were still holding onto like it was a lifeline, and it was visible as you winced when the music was clearly too loud for you.
You were more than eager to follow him up to his bedroom.
As he stepped out of the kitchen with you trailing behind, Uvogin noted that he no longer saw either Nobunaga or your friend in the living room.
Did they go up to his and Nobu's shared room before he could get you up there?
Evidently not, as when Uvogin took a glance out of a window which looked out onto the porch at the front of the home, he saw that the two of them were seated on a bench that had set out there and in the middle of a passionate make out session. Whatever mood Nobu had been in when he initially approached her, he had clearly gotten over it as his hands were all over your roommate while she was practically sitting in his lap.
Uvo grinned to himself again as he made his way up the stairs, with you seeming to not have noticed what your roommate was up to as your head was still hanging downwards while you relied on him to lead you away from the noise.
If things went well, Nobunaga might not be the only one getting lucky tonight.
Some party this was turning out to be, you thought to yourself bitterly as you followed behind the large man who had invited you to his room.
You really had been looking forward to this; after the weeks of studying and tests and getting used to the new environment, you were excited for a night where you would be able to relax a little bit, get a bit more of the college life experience that wasn't focused on the classrooms and was instead more about having fun. Because one could only take so much never ending working before cracking under the weight of it all, and you definitely felt yourself buckling under the pressure of your first semester.
So why did that pressure become too much when you were at the party? The thing that you were hoping would relax you at least a little?
It wasn't fair.
That was the thought you had running through your mind as you found yourself standing in the middle of a bedroom – the bedroom of the guy who had so nicely invited you up so you could take some time to calm down and breathe. Even though the party could still be heard through the door that had been shut behind you, it felt a lot more tolerable now that it was more of a distant murmur as opposed to the overwhelming racket of voices and music that it had been while you had been downstairs.
You were able to let out a sigh of relief on hearing that, and you felt the tension in your shoulders lessening ever so slightly.
You'd be okay. Just take a little time up here and everything would be fine.
The man's voice suddenly cut through your thoughts as you heard him say “you can sit down there, if you want.”
Looking up at him, you saw that he was pointing a finger in the direction of a bed. Presumably his own, and one that was slightly messy as the covers had been pulled over rather haphazardly. You nodded and took a few steps forward before you took a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Thank you,” you mumbled aloud.
“No problem,” was all he said in response.
He seemed to be keeping his distance as he took a seat at the desk, turning the chair around so he could face you fully. Not that you were fully paying attention to him at that moment since you were still focusing on calming yourself down. But you could see out of your peripheral vision that he was turned in your direction. He was keeping an eye on you. That was nice.
Then again, what else was he going to do after inviting a random person up into his bedroom?
After a few moments where you forced your breathing to become a bit more normal, you looked back over to him, and you realized something then that felt embarrassing.
“We didn't introduce ourselves, did we?” you asked quietly.
“Hm. Nah, I don't think we did,” he agreed, leaning back as he said “I'm Uvogin, but you can call me Uvo. You?”
You answered with your name, adding a small “nice to meet you,” after the fact.
Uvogin nodded.
A silence followed after that, broken only by the sounds of the party below your feet. It had you feeling awkward; going up to a guy's room and then not saying anything? Especially when he was going out of his way to put up with you. You needed to say something, make some sort of conversation if just so you wouldn't feel so weird.
With your hat still in your hands, you murmured “Sorry that this is how you're spending Halloween.”
Was it bad that was the only thing you could think of to say?
“Don't worry about it. It's not a big deal to me,” he answered, shrugging his shoulders after.
“Not big on Halloween?” you asked.
“Nah, it's not for me.”
“Oh.”
The awkward silence took you over again before you said “sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” Uvogin asked.
“You must not be happy having a party like this in your house,” you said.
Uvogin shrugged again at that.
“It was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not. No sense in getting angry or anything,” he said.
“And besides,” he added as he leaned in, “I'm pretty happy the party happened since I was able to meet you.”
You couldn't help but let out a weak laugh. He was just being nice. Even if he didn't care about the party, there couldn't have been any upside to dealing with a stranger who had been on the edge of a meltdown. But at least he wanted to be nice about it.
“I wish I was better company right now. It can't be much fun looking after a girl who's having a freak out over her first college party,” you told him.
“You're plenty good company. And I don't mind looking after you. Just keep relaxing there, and if you need anything, let me know,” Uvogin told you.
You nodded again before your gaze went back down to your hat that was still being held tightly in your hands. You were going to destroy the thing if you didn't stop pulling at it the way you were, and this costume hadn't been cheap. Not that you were likely to wear it again after tonight, but still.
And speaking of your costume, it was starting to feel stifling.
Of course it did. There were too many layers to it; first the cape, then the vest, then the long-sleeved shirt beneath that. You hadn't been thinking of what the conditions inside the home would be when you bought the thing, or how having so many layers would affect you. Why hadn't that thought occurred to you before this?
Since you didn't care for the thought of sweating all over Uvogin's bed, you placed your hat to the side before your hands went up to the tie that held your cape together, and though your fingers were somewhat fumbling with it, you managed to untie it before pulling your cape off with a large sigh of relief.
“You doing alright?” you heard Uvogin ask.
“It's warm,” you mumbled while you set your cape to the side, placing it on top of where you had set down the hat. Your hands then went back up to the area beneath your throat as you began to undo the buttons of your vest.
Uvogin stayed quiet during that.
You weren't really paying attention to him as you removed the vest, putting it in the same spot as the other pieces of your costume you had removed, folding and setting it on top of your cape. After taking off the heaviest parts of your costume, you felt better. It was still warm, but not to the almost unpleasant degree it had been moments ago.
Maybe when you felt like you could rejoin the party, you wouldn't bother putting the costume back on.
You were also thirsty, you noted. Maybe some water would do you good, both in calming you down and also cooling you off further. Turning your attention back to Uvogin, you began to ask “um, would it be okay if….”
You stopped yourself in the middle of your sentence once you looked at him, as you found him to be staring at you with an intensity that you weren't expecting, his eyes zeroed in on you while his form was stiff in the chair. Maybe like you had made him uncomfortable or upset.
That thought immediately had you worried as you asked “um, is everything alright?”
Uvogin blinked like he'd been lost in thought, and then his expression changed again as he grinned at you.
“Yeah, everything's great,” he answered. He then used his thumb to point to a mini fridge that sat next to the desk as he asked “you want a water or something?”
“Sure. Thank you,” you quietly answered.
It's fine, you told yourself as he got up from the chair and bent down to retrieve the water out of the fridge. He was acting normally, and things probably only felt weird to you because of how out of sorts you were feeling in that moment. You couldn't have done anything to upset him.
Soon enough, he was standing in front of you, holding out the bottled water for you to take, which you accepted with more words of thanks.
Yet you had barely began screwing the cap off, and Uvogin sat down next to you on the bed, with him sitting so close to you that his large thigh was brushing against yours.
You looked up at him, feeling your eyes widen slightly in confusion. Uvogin in turn seemed confused by your reaction, tilting his head as he asked “something wrong?”
“…. N-no. I'm good. Thank you,” you mumbled as you finished opening the bottled water.
It's fine, you told yourself. Sure, it felt a little strange that he would suddenly get this close to you, but it was his bed, after all. And maybe… Maybe he was just trying to be nice again by sitting next to you, or maybe he was just trying to be friendly. With that thought in mind, you brought the bottle to your lips and drank while Uvogin remained seated on the bed with you.
He spoke again while he leaned back on the mattress in a casual manner, asking “so this is your first year?”
“Yeah,” you answered quietly before you took another sip of the water.
“What are you studying?” he asked.
“Right now it's just required classes,” you said, “I'm not sure what I wanna to do yet.”
“Well, it's your first year, so you've got some time to figure it out.”
“Yeah.”
It's fine. It's just small talk, conversations being made to break the ice, to make you relax a bit more. Even though you would have rather Uvogin had stayed where he was sitting, you told yourself that you didn't get to dictate that since you were sitting on his bed in his room. And again, he was just trying to be friendly. Overall he seemed like a nice guy who only wanted to look someone who was clearly overwhelmed.
It's fine.
You kept telling yourself that, even as you were screwing the cap back onto the bottle as you waited for him to say something else, or if you were the one who was meant to lead the conversation now. A question about what he was in college for was a good place to start, and you opened your mouth to voice that.
But the instant you did that, you suddenly felt his hand on your thigh, his fingers dangerously close to slipping beneath the fabric of your skirt.
And then the thoughts in your head went blank.
You froze the second Uvo put his hand on you, but the truth was that he barely noticed your reaction at first.
Because all he was focused on was how he could finally do to you what he had fantasized about for a while now.
Uvogin had watched you for quite a time, but the one thing you were careful on was closing the blinds of your room whenever you changed your clothes, something he had often tsked at when his view into your room would be cut off by the hanging strips of plastic. There were even times he'd been tempted to ask Shalnark to put a camera in your bedroom, but ultimately chose not to as it would cause issues if something like that was discovered by you or anyone you lived with. A discovery like that could be bad enough to make you leave the home you were occupying, so he'd held off on risky moves like that, not wanting to lose the access he had to you.
Now you were here, not just in his room but also going as far as to undress yourself in front of him, taking off the heavier layers of your clothing and letting him see your bra through the white fabric of your shirt. You were provoking him by doing that, and he was only a man, after all.
To not take what he wanted when it had been so blatantly presented to him would be a crime.
His rough hands began to caress the smooth skin of your thigh, his fingers slipping beneath your skirt. That finally made you speak as he heard you ask “wh-what are you doing?”
Uvo looked over to your face to find wide eyes looked up at him again, now with far more shock swirling in their depths as you sat stiffly on his bed.
He smirked to himself. Of course you would be like this.
“Something wrong?” he asked, feigning ignorance.
“Y-you…. Why are you-?”
Your words were cut off with a yelp as he pushed his hand fully underneath your skirt, his fingers now traveling up the skin of your thigh and getting dangerously close to the apex of your thighs.
“Don't worry so much,” Uvo told you, “it'll help you relax.”
“Huh? This doesn't-”
“Just go with it. You won't have a good time if you stop to question every little thing, you know?”
“B-but-!”
Again he cut you off, this time with his fingers easily making contact with your clothed pussy and beginning to rub against your folds through your underwear. You dropped the water bottle he had given you, both of your hands going down to grab at his arm as you tried to stop him. Not that it did any good; even with you using both hands to pull at his sleeve in an effort to take his hand away, you couldn't get him to budge.
Your attempt at scooting away from him was similarly met with failure, because when you tried to get off of the bed, he moved with you, reaching up with his other hand to hold you by your shoulder, pressing you into place against the wall while he moved to straddle you.
In moments, Uvogin was hunched over you, keeping you pinned in place on the bed while his hand was still cupping your clothed pussy. Once he had gotten you into a place where you couldn't move any further, his touch grew bolder, rougher, all the while you looked up at him in fear and betrayal.
“Wait. P-please, don't do this,” you whispered.
Uvogin laughed.
“That's it? For someone who says she doesn't want this, you aren't trying very hard to get away from me,” he teased. Uvogin then leaned in closer, his breath hitting the shell of your ear as he murmured “you're lying, aren't you? The truth is that you actually want this.”
“I-I didn't-”
“If you didn't, then why did you take off your clothes?” he asked.
“It was hot….”
“Sure it was.”
His fingers continued to travel up and down the length of your folds through the thin fabric of your panties, intent on memorizing the feel and committing that to memory. And, while it was maybe half as a result of the alcohol you had drank before you came up here with him, Uvo felt a growing wetness coming from your pussy the longer he toyed with your folds through your underwear.
“There, see? You want this,” he told you when he knew you wouldn't be able to deny it. Uvo moved back slightly in order to see your face, and he found that your eyes were still just as wide and shocked as they had been when he'd crowded you against the wall, like you couldn't believe your body was responding in the way it was.
“It's okay,” Uvogin told you, “there's nothing wrong in having a good time and enjoying yourself. It's a party – you're allowed to let loose. And I'm happy to help you do that.”
“Th-that isn't-”
Once again he cut you off, using his free hand to tangle in your hair and force your head to tilt upwards so he could lean in and capture your lips in a rough kiss that silenced you.
Maybe you actually bought the explanation he had provided for you, your mind gone enough that you were willing to let go of your concerns and hold onto his every word as fact. Maybe you were more affected by the alcohol and couldn't bring yourself to fight what he was doing.
Maybe you were just too scared of what might happen if you were to struggle too much and upset him.
Regardless of what it was, be it one of those options or a combination of them, you remained still and stiff beneath him, the tension that had been in your body when he found you outside, that had previously left you, now having returned due to his invasive touch. You were shaking and your lip was trembling as Uvogin pushed your panties to the side, exposing your pussy to his gaze, and the only attempt you made at covering yourself was to try and close your legs.
Uvogin shoved your thighs back open with little effort before plunging his fingers into you.
The yelp that you made when he did that held notes of both pleasure and pain, and that cry of yours went straight to his hardening cock while the thrusts of his fingers grew rougher as he finally got to feel your soft, inner walls for the first time.
“You feel good,” Uvo stated, “you're a little tight, but we can fix that.”
The muscles of his forearm flexed as he fingered you, spreading his digits wide in an effort to stretch you out so he could fuck you comfortably. When he felt that spongy spot inside of you, he focused on that, placing the pads of his fingers on that area and watching with satisfaction as you seized up, biting down on your lip in shame.
“There we go, just like that,” he said with a grin.
You were already crying, the tears leaving streaks in your makeup as they ran down your cheeks.
And somehow, the sight of you in tears only had his dick growing harder.
Uvogin kept you like that, pressed against the hard surface of the wall and his own unyielding figure as he forced his fingers into you, eventually adding a third in his effort to stretch you out for him. You cried the entire time, your hands still uselessly trying to push his arm away while he forced noises of pleasure to leave your lips. You were fighting him on that, too, trying to keep the sound of your voice contained as you kept biting down on your lower lip.
That just made him more determined to touch you, to make you cry out while you came on his fingers. Which was why his thumb ended up on your clit, rubbing at it harshly while continuing to thrust his fingers into your walls. You jolted at that, your body tensing up while a whimpered moan left your lips as you felt the nail of his thumb scrape against the sensitive skin.
He continued just like that, watching in satisfaction as your face scrunched up as you tried to fight the pleasure that he knew was building inside of you. If your reactions weren't enough, then the wet squelching that could be heard in the bedroom that came from your pussy as he shoved his fingers in and out were more than enough evidence for that fact.
When you did eventually cum, you did so with more tears while your cunt clenched down on his digits, squeezing them as your fluids came gushing out and utterly soaked his hand.
Uvogin grinned as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“See? That wasn't so bad, was it?”
You only answered in the form of a choked out sob, your head bent downwards as if you were trying to hide from him.
You didn't stay that way for long.
As soon as he had pulled his fingers out of your spasming cunt, you were pulled away from the wall and forced to lay down on the bed beneath him. The same hands that had treated you so roughly were now on your shirt, forcing the buttons through the holes and showcasing more of your sweat-slicked skin for his viewing pleasure, though he still maintained a semblance of control as he told himself not to tear your clothing apart.
Your tears could be concealed; a wrecked, torn outfit, even with the layers being put back on, wouldn't be as easy to hide to anyone who was paying attention.
With your shirt now open and the cups of your bra pulled down, Uvogin paused as he drank in the sight of you. Your breasts exposed and your nipples seeming to ache for touch, while your wet, swollen pussy lips remained slightly parted, and all the while you stared up at him, tears still in your eyes while you breathed out through your mouth, little gasps filling the sudden silence in the room.
Despite the way you'd made it clear that you hadn't wanted this, your body was responding to what he had done, whether you liked it or not.
Uvogin grinned again, unable to help how pleased he was with himself, and with your reactions to his ministrations.
It wouldn't take long after that for him to free his erection that had been straining against his pants and force it into your cunt with the same ruthlessness as he had done with his fingers.
The strained cry that came from your lips when he did that was loud enough to make him cover your mouth with his hand.
The bed creaked in time with Uvo's thrusts, the sound of the springs easily being heard despite the party still going on downstairs. He held you down, one hand staying on your mouth while the other had grabbed ahold of your hip, using that to keep you steady as he pushed in and out of your cunt with his cock, the action growing easier as time went on due to your walls slowly started to part more easily and accommodate to his thick length.
Your muffled cries also took on a different tone as he continued, sounding less pained and more pleasurable.
Uvogin took a chance then. He removed his hand, eager to see what you would do.
Much to his delight, you didn't cry out for help.
“I was right, wasn't I?” Uvogin asked, his breath hitching slightly as he kept up his pace. “You wanted this, but you're too embarrassed to admit it.”
Instead of responding, you turned your head to the side, your eyes squeezed shut once more.
Uvo simply took advantage of your open neck that you had offered to him and began to mark it up with bites.
Later on he would need to figure out how to hide the state you were in. Excuses could be made, sure, but most people would at least raise their eyebrows if they saw a woman coming down from a guy's room crying and looking like a mess. But later. Even though later wasn't too far away from the current moment and the potential mess he found himself in would need to be dealt with tonight so no one outside of the two of you would be aware.
Actually, the three of you, as Nobunaga must have had some inkling as to what was going on since there hadn't been so much as a knock on the door since Uvo brought you up here. There was some security in that, because in a worst-case scenario Uvo knew he could count on Nobu to help him out should things escalate in a bad way.
But he didn't think they would.
Uvogin leaned down, his hand once again maneuvering your head so he could force you into another kiss. You whined, though the sound was muffled due to how his lips had overtaken yours. But when he pushed his tongue into your mouth, he was pleased when he felt your own tongue reluctantly moving against his.
He grinned. There may have been a part of you that was still resistant, but you were reacting positively now, lost enough in the pleasure that your reservations were being overtaken by your urges.
Uvo couldn't help but be pleased that he had driven you to this state.
Eventually, this would end, and he'd need to deal with the reality of cleaning you up so you were presentable to the guests of the party downstairs. He'd convince you to keep quiet, tell you like he had at the beginning that you had wanted this, and point out to the things you had done to prove that to be fact.
But if you were coherent enough not to be convinced, then he'd find another way to shut you up.
Getting photos of you in a vulnerable, half-naked state would be a good way of ensuring your silence, he thought to himself, and he was certain you would fold instantly if you tried to make a fuss and he produced those.
Holding those over your head would also be a good way of making you do what he wanted in the future.
….. The future, huh?
Uvogin pulled away from the kiss, now watching your facial expressions as he slowed his pace, his cock gliding in and out of your cunt while his hand went down to your clit. You whimpered again when you felt his thumb caressing it in tandem with his cock, and he watched as small beads of blood could be seen forming on your lower lip as you bit it again.
You were responsive in a way he enjoyed. In a way he wanted to see again but in a different setting. Like one where he would be able to have you all night.
At first, he hadn't been sure if he wanted you again after the first time; you were just a distraction, after all. Something to keep his mind off of the boring college life that he wasn't interested in. While he had watched you intently, at the back of his mind he was aware it was partially because you were easy to access. Once he finally had you, he didn't know if that interest would stay.
But Uvo was pretty sure it would now.
Because he liked you a lot, and he wanted to see you again after this.
Whether or not you would accept him or need to be forced into it again, only time would tell.
But for now, he would simply enjoy having you like this, and as his thrusts grew faster as he felt his peak approaching, he felt his infatuation with you take hold completely.
You were his now.
