Tshirt Weather / 5 / Bondy

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"Would you like me to help you darling cause if you would you'd better start following my rules from now on..."

The bedroom was stiflingly warm, the heat from the daytime hadn't had a chance to settle and so Johnny's bedroom was hot and sticky. You could feel his sweater clinging to your skin where you were building up a desperate sweat, your hair a little damp against your forehead too. It was enough to make you shy, enough to leave you worrying that he might not like what he saw when he looked down at you but there was nothing you could do to hide away anymore. Not when his body was pressed against yours, him on top of you, his nose brushing yours. He was already too close, he'd already seen everything and though at first you squirmed and tried to shy away, turning your head to one side so he might not see your face, he used his hand to turn your cheek up to him. His eyes locked with yours when he asked the question. 

"Lou's little sister Cara says you haven't been turning up to practice..." he said suddenly, "and she said she hasn't seen you in the library recently... and you know Lou knows you're my sisters best friend so he thought he'd ask me if I knew anything about that... seems like I'm in the perfect position to find out right now huh little dove?" he asked with a smirk, one hand holding both go yours above your head, the weight of his body pressing down on you. 

It was hot and sticky and you were squirming both with desire and the feeling of having misbehaved. 

"y/n treacle if you want me to help you, you've got some explaining to do..." he said trailing his fingers along your jaw, enjoying the way that even that minimal action made you squirm and whimper, your bottom lip sticking out in a pout as you looked up at him needy and ever so desperate. "How about this, I'll give you a choice," he said with a cunning little grin, "so you can either tell me why you've been skipping training and not studying or you can tell me what you were thinking just now when you hand your were touching yourself just now..." 

"I..." you stumbled over your words, panic suddenly taking over you, your heart racing and your cheeks flushing bright red with the humiliation of it all. If you told him the reason you'd been missing practice and not turning up to your study groups at the library you'd have to admit to something hugely embarrassing, and, it would completely defeat the purpose of skipping study group and practice. But if you told him all the naughty thoughts you'd been having whilst you were dreaming and then, when you'd woken up and started doing that... then you would surely die of embarrassment. You couldn't let him know how much you wanted him, he'd only find you all the more childish and clingy than he probably already did. 

"I..." you bit your lip, you knew you were going to have to do as he'd asked and admit to one of those things, but you just didn't want to and as you lay there beneath him, squirming under his expectant gaze, you felt yourself blushing deep deep red, betraying yourself anyway. 

"Cmon angel, tell me... you promised me you'd be a good girl so I'd like you to be honest with me now and tell me exactly why you've been skipping..." he said, the way he was looking down at you told you he probably already knew exactly why you'd been skipping, but he was waiting for you to tell him anyway. That felt cruel and you let out a little whimper. 

The problem was that despite how shy he was making you, despite how humiliating it had been to get caught touching yourself in his bed, despite how embarrassing it was that he knew you'd been skipping study and practice, you were still desperately turned on and his bodies close proximity to yours was making it difficult to concentrate. Difficult not to try and push your hips up against his. You wrapped your legs around his squeezing as tight as you could to give you better leverage against him but the second he felt your crotch rub against his he propped himself up ever so slightly and made it so that you couldn't reach no matter how hard you struggled. 

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