Kuroko No Basket Lemons Pt.2

Alex - Loosen Up (Yuri)👄

Alex x Reader

"Damnit Alex don't lean on the fxxxing bar," I gripe.

"Huh? Did you just curse me?" She asks pressing more of her weight on the bar.

"It was a slip of the tongue. I'm sorry."

"Ok. Now apologize for calling me fat."

"When did I?"

"Complaining about me leaning on the bar."

"I . . ."

'I can't tell her it's because I can see her boobs. I can already imagine how this conversation will play out.

*

"So what if you can see a bit of cleavage. We are both ladies."

"Yeah. But . . ."

"Were you getting excited? Ha x 3 Alex Garcia  you still got it. [NAME], you little perv."

"No. I was gonna say it looks indecent."

"Are you saying I look like a hoe?"
She puts her full weight on the bar and it comes crashing down on me.

DEAD.'

*

"I. . .I'm sorry."

"It's alright. You're forgiven," she smiles, still leaning on the weights.

"A-lex."

"Oops," she laughs, finally pulling off.

"That's enough training for today, lets go wash off and then hit the bar!"

"It's only 10 o'clock!"

"Does the time really matter? No, no, no, [NAME] you need to loosen up. You're acting like a mother, people would be surprised to know that I'm  older."

'Sometimes I wonder the same thing.'

I quickly wash up and then leave for my classes. We meet up again later on and end up going to a club where I spend the night watching guys hit on Alex and then try to flirt with me after their failed attempt with the blonde, the only plus is that at least I didn't have to pay for any drinks that night.

Alex gets drunk I have to take her home. I dump her on the bed but her hands are tangled in my hair and bring me down with her.  I land on her bosom. I try getting up but her arms wrap around my head.
I lie there, stuck for about 10mins; halfway between heaven and suffocating before her grip relaxes enough and I am able to wiggle free.

If I had a dick I swear I would have a boner right now, but instead I have a sickly wet feeling pooling in my core.
'She looks so vunerable lying there. Would I be taking advantage if I touched her a bit?'

My hand slides under her top, gliding over her silky skin, I shiver at the thought of being caught. I cup her ample chest and can't help but groan at the softness. I lie down, spooning her body with my warmth and gently knead the mound in my hand. I fall asleep dreaming of doing dangerous things to that softness.

I wake up a while later, my hand still clutching her now swollen breast. Wild thoughts are still running through my head and in order to calm down I leave the comfort of my mentor's body and prepare some hangover soup. Just as I'm about done the blonde comes trudging into the kitchen.

"Is that what I think it is?" She asks downing a carton of milk.