going to see a small band shouldn't lead to anything big...right? a story where the reader goes to see a band named, "sora" meaning sky in japanese, and makes eye contact with the specific singer that same night. which leads to making very fond memo...
"now make it louder" his words left you goosebumps down your neck
"eita-" you tried to say before he bought his hand up close to your mouth
"be quiet"
"f-fuck" your speech became muffled, "e-eita"
"god" he moved his hand away from you, rolling his eyes
"what are you doing" you wiped the drool from the side of your mouth
"see these?" he picked up a long string from under his dresser and started walking closer to you
"what the fuck-" you moved back on his bed
"no..." he came closer to you, "hungry right?"
"eita-" you said out loud, "what's wrong with you"
"a lot of things" he scratched his head, "come on"
he picked you up from his bed and sat you down in his chair.
"semi!" you kicked your feet at him
"shut the fuck up" he kissed your cheek, "i missed you the other day"
"you did?" you looked at him over your shoulder
"mhm" he started tying your arms behind the chair
"ay ay ay" you awkwardly chuckled, "i didn't know it go down like this-"
"it's fine?" he checked your wrist, "not too tight"
"it kind of hurts" you moved your wrist around, "what are you gonna do?"
"i miss seeing your thighs shake" he whispered in your ear, "the way your hands moved around my body that night...fuck"
you felt your restraints tighten slightly, a soft whine escaping your lips as you desperately tried to break free. you had been stripped of your clothes seconds before, and your clothes had been discarded on the wooden floors directly in front of you. the chair had your arms and legs attached to it.
"but!" he came back up, "here's something different today"
"like?"
"you watch me" he rested on his bed, "okay?"
"WHAT-" you tried to move out of the chair, "are you kidding me?'
"no" he started taking off his shirt and threw it in your view, dropping below your calf
"fucking weirdo" you scoffed, even though you were enjoying it
legs tightly tethered to the chair's feet, thighs tethered to the chair's sitting spot, and wrists tethered to the armrests. semi made certain that there would be no way for you to flee.
