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Day 19
Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: Succubus/incubus Elendira X F!Reader
CW: Drunk, drinking, dirty dancing, grinding, thigh grinding, dirty closets
Word count: 1206
A/N: Day 19, you just went out with your friend to get drunk.
You hadn’t expected it, but when your friend had shown up and gone through your closet for the “sluttiest” thing you owned as she put it and made you change into it to go party with her you went along with it. It had been a while since you had let loose and your friend always seemed to have a way of having a good time.
Now you were somewhere downtown, having been bar hoping most of the night and you’d long forgotten the number of drinks you had as you moved along the dance floor. Your friend wasn’t far away lips locked with a stranger. Nothing new there.
You were dancing away yourself, pushing away any partner that seemed to be getting too handsy for your liking. Or at least too handsy for tonight anyway, you were just looking for a good time not a hook-up.
At least not until you saw them.
They appeared suddenly in the strobing lights, the neon globe making their platinum blond hair a multitude of shining colors as their head turned creating the illusion of a rainbow cascade around their face.
Then when their eyes met yours it was like being struck by lightning, heart stuttering in your chest and blood rushing in your veins as those disinterested orbs seemed to take you in. The barest flick of assessment, appraising you and you felt your heart thunder as they raised a hand turning it palm up and curling two long manicured fingers in your direction in a come hither motion.
As is pulled on a string you glided across the club, swaying to the music as if performing some kind of ritual hoping to impress them. Hips in time to the base, steps light, and upper body sashaying as you went.
Stopping with a foot between your bodies and they smirked at you, the corner of their crimson lips raising just a hint. A shade of red that perfectly matched their corset, chest lifted just enough to leave their sex unknown. Not that you gave a shit, far too enraptured by their eyes.
As the song changed, a far faster heavier beat that made your heart thunder along with the bass they closed the final space. A delicate hand on your shoulder before sliding down your side to land on your hip, the trail of goosebumps breaking out in the wake of their fingers.
A shiver up your spine as you leaned in closer, your leg landing beside theirs brushing the outside of their boot-clad calf. The heel on them allowing this beautiful stranger to tower over you, a position you’re glad to be in looking up at perfection.
As the beat changes in tempo you’re both moving, hands ghosting along sides touching lightly as you both sway in tandem to the music pumping through your ears and bodies. Shifting together as their lean leg slides between yours so certain movements have you grinding on their thigh. You aren’t complaining.
Licking your lip and seeing them smirk at the action you move a hand along their shoulder, to the base of their pale neck thumb brushing the column of it before resting your palm on the back of it and turning your hand so that same thumb is behind their ear.
Half-lidded golden eyes watch you with amusement and they push their palm against the center of your back closing the space best your chests even more. Every move of either of your hips has you grinding together now, a throbbing between your legs starting to build that has nothing to do with dancing. Both of you are damp with sweat, but it just seems to make you more aroused as your chests rub together.
It doesn’t feel as if either of you are dancing anymore, while your bodies move to the beat, it’s more like your elegantly fucking with your clothes on. The push and pull of your bodies, the gliding of your hands on one another gripping and groping each other, they grab your thigh and hook your leg over their hip grinding harder against your core.
Both of you are panting and huffing as you keep moving, the coil in your belly tightening the longer your hips undulate to the beat surrounding you. Faces pressed together now too, but your lips remain apart. Cheek to cheek, noses trailing along ridges of bone and smelling something sweet radiating from their skin, unaware if it was their perfume or the smell of the liquor they were drinking.
As the song hits a final crescendo you feel their hips jerk against yours, making you moan as their hand grips your ass and your fingers tug at the strands of their hair making them groan. Hearts racing as the song changes you watch their lips move, unable to hear the words but you know what they want. Nodding in agreement as you both leave the dancefloor, they're pressing their crotch to your ass as you both walk through the packed building. Hands ghosting along your sides and all you know is you don’t want to just have fun tonight anymore, you want this vision to make you cum so hard you pass out, certain they’re the only being capable of doing so.
Trying a door you smirk as it opens, uncaring that it’s a grimy little mop room you want them too much to care.
As the door slams shut you find your back against it, and their mouth on yours, saccharine lips making you moan as they roll their hips against yours. You find both of your hands in their hair, dragging down their scalp as your tongues dance in the wet cavern of your mouths sinfully.
The pressure building between both of your bodies as the jerking of their narrow hips is making the inner seam of your pants rub deliciously against your clit. Parting your lips, and bruising the swollen skin together as you both heave trying to catch your breaths as your hips are still writhing against one another chasing that high. “Elendira” they whisper in an androgynous voice that makes you moan, a pulsing in your slick core that signals your close.
Giving your own name in return before slotting your lips together again, and swirling your tongues against one another in time to your hips shifting, still following the beat of the bass drum outside the dank room. Just the right jerk and you feel your walls spasm as you cum, moaning into the kiss which Elendira lengths by sucking on the tip of your tongue in their mouth.
Eyes roll into the back of your head as your hips keep thrusting drawing out your high and you miss the wisps of white that leave your parted lips. They lean closer and nip the corner of your mouth, drawing you into a longer tender kiss. Pulling away from one another eventually and adjusting your clothes as they look at you. “Thanks for the ride.” Before slipping away.
The next morning after you shower and look in the mirror you frown, moving closer. You could have sworn you didn’t have any gray hair, a small patch having formed almost overnight on one of your temples.
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