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I’m headed off for some midnight training, Teio.”
McQueen spoke, her frame caught in the middle of the doorway as Teio stared at her in bed. The night was rather cold, so Teio was a little taken aback by McQueen's insistence on training in the middle of the night. Teio argued it would be dangerous, alone and all that. But McQueen really pressed on about it, which left Teio no other choice but to comply.
To be frank, Teio really didn't like the idea of being alone tonight. She couldn't place her finger on it. But— now, there's really no stopping someone as determined as McQueen. Once a girl like her puts her mind to something, it would be quite foolish to even try to stop her.
“Stay safe, McQueen!” Teio called out, waving with a slight smile. One that she always wore. It filled McQueen with a sense of comfort. “Thank you, Teio.” She responded with a similar, heartwarming smile. She'd turn around, closing the hotel room’s door, leaving Teio alone.
12:36 AM. The exact time when McQueen left the room, Teio had turned the TV on, watching whatever show was on there.
“Love, Love Island.” She hummed, her body slowly settling into the hotel room.
“Huh.. Interesting!” Teio hummed, watching the show for a solid 20 minutes before it started to get.. Erotic. Teio couldn't change the channel. Well, she could if it wasn't for how her eyes glued to themselves to the couples on screen.
She should've changed the channel.. But it was just so.. Captivating.
The couples on the show started doing.. Rather attractive things to Teio’s eyes, though.. Just as it was about to get good, it started to feel as if a heavy weight started to weigh on Teio’s eyelids, forcing them shut despite how badly Teio wanted to keep them open. But at the end of the day. An unstoppable force called: “Sleep” eventually won her over.
She really did try her best to stay awake.
But, the soft and comforting embrace of the blankets and the cold pillow behind her head dragged her away.
“Thank you, Teio.”
The memory invaded her mind, the look McQueen gave her causing a pooling heat to grow inside her stomach. The voices from the TV and the erotic moans of women started to fade into muffled sounds unrecognizable.
As her eyes slowly began to drift open once again, the sounds of McQueen's voice grew clearer.
A figure at the side of Teio’s bed started to form. It was McQueen. She'd stare for a moment, staring at the girl's backside with a fondness only found between an old married couple. “Mhh.. McQueen..?” She'd call out. The blurry figure turned around, her lavender hair shifting with her movements. “Ah.. You're awake?” She'd hum. Turning around, her expression soft and gentle. “Am I.. Awake..?” She'd mumble. She wasn't really sure. The room felt hazy, warm in places it shouldn’t have been, the dim light from the television painting soft colors across McQueen’s figure. She looked different somehow. Softer. Closer.
“You took a loo~ng while,” Teio murmured. Her voice was rather groggy, just ‘waking up’ and all.
“Were you waiting for me?” McQueen's expression shifted faintly.
Teio should've giggled at this, joked, and said she didn't. But— for some reason, it felt as if she could be weirdly vulnerable with her.
“Maybe…” Her fingers curled tighter into the blanket as the confession slipped out quietly.
McQueen's eyes wandered to Teio’s ever-growing flustered face.
“I didn't like.. when you left me alone earlier,” Teio grumbled, her honesty surprising even her.
McQueen's eyes softened. Her body would start moving forward, crawling onto the bed.
McQueen’s expression softened as the mattress dipped beside her.
“That’s okay, Teio,” she murmured. Gently settling next to her with the same quiet care she had always shown her. “Do you mind if I lie right next to you?” She'd ask. Her words came off as softer than usual. McQueen's hands moved towards Teio's stomach, gently lifting her shirt.
“You’re warmer than usual,” McQueen murmured. Teio swallowed hard at the feeling of the mattress dipping beside her. Even half-asleep, she could feel the warmth radiating from McQueen’s body, grounding and dizzying all at once. “It’s all your fault…” Teio whispered.
A quiet laugh escaped McQueen; gentle, fond, and dangerously soft. Something she had always hoped to come out of McQueen's pretty mouth.
“Is that so?”
Teio responded with a weak nod, her face turning away from McQueen's direction.
She felt embarrassed by how needy she suddenly felt under the sudden touch. McQueen’s hand moved down slowly, careful enough to give Teio every chance to pull away. Instead, Teio leaned into the touch before she could stop herself. “You really are restless tonight,” Her voice murmured. That comment, that one little observation made the heat curl deeper in Teio’s stomach.
McQueen’s fingers moved slowly, tracing along the waistband of Teio’s shorts with enough hesitation to make her heart pound harder than the touch itself.
Teio shivered.
“Mhm..” The heat pooling inside her stomach made the entire room feel hot, despite how strong the AC was.
With a soft, hazy smile, she'd slowly pull down the seams of her shorts. Teio’s throbbing length popped out. Her hard cock leaked precum, leaving a stain on the blanket that covered her lower half.
“Oh my,” McQueen commented, her fingers gently brushing against the length of Teio's thick cock. “You’re so excited.” She observed, her soft, elegant fingers wrapping around the base of the length. “Sh..Sorry..” Teio muttered, her face flinching as she reacted to the others' touch. The pressure that McQueen was applying to Teio’s length was so gentle. Something that felt like it had brought them closer together.
“Please..” Teio was pleased through embarrassment. Though, McQueen already knew what the girl beside her wanted to say. Her body was already pleading for it before her mouth was able to form the words.
McQueen's hand moved gently down Teio's length, gently stroking it with a tenderness only she could provide. As the gentle strokes continued, so did Teio's reaction. Her breath hitched as her hips twitched at each stroke.
“You’re doing so well.” McQueen praised, her fingers moving with precision. The waves of pleasure flourishing in her mind nearly fogged it all up if it weren't for McQueen's gentle words guiding her through the entire experience. Her hips bucked forward, Teio biting the bottom of her lip. She'd stare at McQueen, who stared back. Her eyes filled with comfort and warmth, a look Teio had always wanted to receive from McQueen.
McQueen took a small pause, giving Teio a breather.
“Hah.. Hah.. M-Mcquee—!” Before she could finish whatever sentence was about to leave her mouth. Teio would find McQueen's pointer finger and thumb had wrapped themselves around the tip of her throbbing length. They'd quickly, but gently start stroking Teio’s sensitive tip, causing the girl’s mouth to let moans and whimpers escape. McQueen's eyes stayed focused on Teio’s, almost as if the lavender-haired girl was trying to keep the intimacy between them despite how badly Teio wanted to reel her head back and look away.
Gosh, this was so embarrassing.
Teio thought to herself. McQueen was completely ruining her with how gentle and quick her fingers were moving. It felt so good and soft, something Teio had never gotten out of her aggressive strokes to herself.
“Teio, it's okay..” The lavender-haired girl comforted. Her free hand reached over to cup the girl's cheek. “Just let me handle it.” She'd suggest, her head moving up to press a soft kiss on Teio’s lips. Causing the girl to freeze in time. “T-That’s not fai- ngh..!” Her body shivered as McQueen continued to stroke her shaft. And with each stroke, leaked precum.
“McQueen..” Teio would manage, her voice straining against straggled moans. “I—..” She'd whimper. “Gonna.. Cum!” She'd yelp, feeling McQueen's grip tighten. Her fingers let go of the length, leaving Teio unsatisfied and throbbing brutally. “Mh..!” Teio’s face contorted into a pout, upset that McQueen didn't let her finish. But before she could form any words, the lavender-haired lady pulled away from Teio's face. The warmth of her hand left a cold sensation on Teio’s cheek.
“Don’t worry, Teio.” Her voice would reassure her. “You’ll get your chance to finish soon.” She said, her body shifting so that her face was closer to Teio’s crotch now.“Honestly… what am I supposed to do with you?” McQueen murmured. “You’ve become terribly needy tonight.” She'd slowly press her lips against the tip of Teio’s thick length, leaving a little peck. Pleasure tightened through Teio’s stomach, forcing her eyes shut. She was on the brink of bursting but McQueen stopped moving her fingers before she could explode all over them.
But as Teio looked at the sight of her current situation, finishing wasn't the only thing important to her right now. The thing she wanted more than release was to be good for her. McQueen started kissing the length of her cock, going from the tip all the way to the base. It made the heat in her stomach coil even more, feeling McQueen's soft lips press against her throbbing length. It was— something she didn't know she ever needed.
As McQueen lifted her head away from Teio’s length, she stared at the nervous face of the Monarch of the turf. A little smile grew on McQueen's face as she noticed the flush of deep red on Teio’s soft cheeks.
“A-Ah..! D.. Don't assume I'm.. flustered or anything! It's just.. my first time..!” She'd try to defend herself. However, her words fell on deaf ears as another sensation, completely new to her, had arrived.
“Mhh..” McQueen muffled, her mouth wrapped around Teio’s throbbing length. “Ah!— M.. McQueen!” Teio would fumble over her words, the sounds of McQueen's slurping. The girl sucking her off would only reply with a muffled moan.
McQueen's lips were surprisingly plump, her tongue pressing against the bottom of Teio’s tips as she sucked her off. The feeling in Teio's chest was extreme, heart pounding through her ribcage.
This felt so good.
Yet it felt too embarrassing.
Teio didn't know what to do, her fingers curled tighter into the bedsheets as McQueen continued to suck her off. Spit flowed down from her plump lips, covering her cock with it.
Her eyes wandered to McQueen's face, it looked so gentle. So impossibly focused all on her. It made something in her chest flutter besides the steadily growing heat.
McQueen would pull a strand of her hair back, just for Teio to see her face. It was as if— McQueen knew exactly what Teio wanted and that made Teio admire the latter even more.
But even through that embarrassment, her cock ached. God, it was embarrassing how her body reacted like this.
But when it throbbed in McQueen's mouth, it only served as an invitation for McQueen to bring her mouth down to suck on more of Teio’s length.
“N-Ngh..! ah!..” Teio moaned, a lump growing in her throat as her chest ached, feeling the tightness inside McQueen's wet mouth. It felt so good and so.. So wrong.. Should they even be doing this? Her questions continued but were quickly overwhelmed by the sensation growing in her stomach.
She was close.
The feeling inside Teio’s stomach was so incredibly needy, she couldn't help but grip tighter on the bed sheets, too shy to grab a hold of McQueen's beautiful hair.
“M-McQueen!” She fumbled over her words, the peak of her pleasure, despite the feelings of shame causing her body to tremble. McQueen hummed, acknowledging Teio’s stimulation.
Her tongue started curling against Teio's shaft carefully. Her breathing grew labored as she bit down on her lip. And— there it was, her release. Teio’s mind clouded as she felt her release come in strands.
“M-M.. McQueen!” Teio desperately cried out, her hips bucking forward, forcing herself deeper into McQueen's throat. The warmth of her mouth felt so Overwhelming. The tightening McQueen did as if she was trying to suck all of Teio’s load.
But— before the sexual gratification could finish.. Teio was startled awake by a loud sound on the TV.
Her chest thumping.
Frustration flooded her mind as she realized it was nothing more than a wet dream. Through her shorts, she could still feel the heat lingering from the dream.
“Shit…” Teio muttered, her face flushing as she noticed the damp mark left against the fabric.
She let out a long sigh, sinking deeper into the bed as disappointment and embarrassment curled together in her chest. “Why’d that have to happen now…?” Teio buried her face in her hands with a groan. “That was humiliating… Even if it was just a dream…”
The room felt unbearably warm now.
Worse still, the aching feeling from before hadn’t gone away. Teio shifted restlessly beneath the blankets, legs tangling against the pillow beside her before she could really think about it. The softness pressed against her hips comfortably, drawing a quiet breath from her throat.
“…This is bad,” she whispered. Looking at the clock, it read: 1:47.
She knew it had been more than an hour since McQueen left. Surely her roomie was on her way back but her need to fix her current situation took priority in her mind. After a dream like that, who wouldn't wanna please themselves?
Her hands roamed to her crotch, gently caressing the aching cock between her thighs. “D..Dang it..” She'd mutter, feeling the sensation of her coarse finger tips overstimulating her.
Her breath would hitch as she gently gripped her aching member, her length spurting out some pre-cum from the sensitivity. “G..Gah..” She'd manage out, slowly stroking her length up and down with great fervor.
Yet, as her fingers glided up and down from her length, it just wasn't the same sensation she'd felt in the dream. Teio pulled her hand away, disappointingly staring at the meds she had made underneath the blanket with all her pre-cum. She let out a shaky breath, pulling her hand away as frustration curled in her chest.
“It’s not the same…” she muttered
under her breath, voice small and embarrassed. The silence in the room pressed in on her again. Her heart ached at the lingering heat in her body that refused to fade. She turned over, burying her face into the pillow with a muffled groan.
“…This is so stupid,” she whispered, voice muffled into the fabric.
The pillow was warm. Too warm. Familiar in a way that made her thoughts spiral again.
Before she could think too much about it, her body shifted restlessly against it, searching for something she couldn’t quite put into words. The smell was familiar, something she was missing.
It was McQueen's perfume. Teio remembered the scent quite well. It was her favorite one, after all.
She'd pull away, sitting up as she faced the pillow she pressed her face against. “McQueen..” She'd mumble, her eyes fondly looking at the pillow.
Her eyes would turn at the clock
1:50
“I’m so sorry.”
She mumbled, grabbing a spare pillow before gently placing it between her legs. “I’m really sorry..” Teio shoved her face into the McQueen scented pillow gently sniffing it and holding herself up with her elbows as she'd start to grind against the other one beneath her.
The friction causing more of her slick to leak from the tip of her length, her whimpers grew muffled by the pillow.
“I’m sorry… I just miss you.” She'd whimper, grinding frantically against the pillow before, staining its covers.
Her length continued to ache, the texture of the soft pillow casing causing more pleasure to flow to her brain. The electric feeling was just.. Too much for Teio, tears trickled from her eyes as she continued to dryhump her pillow.
“McQueen..!” She'd whimper, her breathing growing frantic and inconsistent. Her voice grew louder. Sure, they were in a hotel room.. But Teio was sure the sound proofing’s better than expected. After all, Symboli Rudolf and Oguri Cap are in the room next to them and they've yet to hear any groans.
She'd start to groan louder, her muffled moans starting to sound more animalistic as her length throbbed closer and closer to climax.
“McQueen.. Y-You’re so tight..!” Teio whimpered, her eyes shut. Damn, she felt guilty about this. But despite that guilt, her mind wandered. Thinking about how McQueen would look below her as she continued to hump the pillow, while smelling the one that smelled like her.
The scent only made things worse.
It clung to her thoughts—McQueen, McQueen, McQueen—until it was hard to think of anything else. Her breathing turned uneven as embarrassment and need tangled together in her chest. “McQueen!” she whimpered again, softer, almost pleading.
The room felt too quiet. Too empty. Even as she tried to steady herself, her body betrayed her, restless against the mattress as her thoughts spiraled further out of control.
“…I’m such an idiot.” She muttered weakly.
But she didn’t stop holding the pillow, let alone grinding against it.
“McQueen..” She continued, grinding harder. Looking for more friction as she'd move one of her hands towards her chest, fumbling all over herself as she'd grope her breast, her hair covering her face as she continued to go wild.
The sounds of the TV grew muffled, the light barely being acknowledged by Teio as all she could think about was getting that same sweet release she was about to in her dream.
click!
Teio didn't pay any mind, her thoughts solely on the McQueen scented pillow and her release.
“McQueen..” Teio whimpered, her length throbbing as she was nearing her limit.
“McQueen..!”
“Mah..! McQuee..!”
“McQueen!” She'd yelp, feeling the release she was so desperately craving. But.. As Teio slumped, trying to catch a break, she'd slowly turn her head towards the door to see..
..!? MCQUEEN!?
her heart suddenly jumped out of her chest, grabbing the blankets as Teio frantically tried to cover her lower half.
Teio froze. Slowly, her head turned toward the door. The world stopped with her.
McQueen stood there.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. The silence in the room became unbearable. Teio’s face went completely red. Her hands scrambled to pull the blanket up instinctively, but it was already too late for that.
“I.. I uh… I can explain..!” she blurted out, voice cracking.
McQueen didn’t respond immediately.
She just— looked at her.
Then softly, almost carefully: “Teio… I’ll give you space.” She began to turn away, about to shut the door behind her until— “WAIT!”
The word came out sharper than Teio intended. Her grip tightened on the blanket. “…don’t go.”