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“Daily” 18+ Fanfiction Short – Never ditch a drunk Citlali...!
🕑 Added 2025-08-20 12:35:59 +0000 UTCArt by - https://x.com/ewaaawa
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Hey members! Another short 18+ fanfiction scene for you >:D Enjoy!
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After the opening ceremony at the Easybreeze Holiday Resort, you noticed there was one obvious absence. Everyone else had come, even if only for a moment, but Citlali never made an appearance. Not wanting to leave her out, you quickly track her down at her home outside the Masters of the Night Wind.
“Hey, Citlali! I didn’t see you at the opening ceremony! Don’t tell me you were too busy.” You give her a knowing look.
“So what? I’m not interested in some big dumb party.” she quips.
“But it’s summer! You have to do something!”
“Ugh, a crowd of sweaty idiots and obnoxious music? No thanks.”
“We don’t have to do that!” You countered quickly. “Come on, let’s go celebrate tonight at the Weary Inn. Just us!”
Her eyes flickered. “J-Just us…?”
“Yeah!” You smile. “Come on, it’ll be fun!”
For a moment she tries to hold onto her usual disinterest, but you catch the familiar sparkle in her eyes.
“… sigh Fine. I suppose that doesn’t sound too horrible.” She mutters.
“Awesome! See you there!” you grin with your victory.
That night, you head to the Stadium of the Sacred Flame to meet up with Citlali.
The Weary Inn is alive with laughter and music, the aftershocks of summer fun still buzzing even here. Colourful balloons and streamers dangle from the walls, and the air is thick with the smell of roasted meat, sweet fruit, and alcohol.
You and Citlali tuck yourselves into a quieter corner table away from the main crowd. At first, she sits stiffly, perfect posture… clearly trying her best to seem uninterested.
A waiter soon comes over, and you order drinks.
It doesn’t take long before conversation flows. You talk, laugh, and trade small stories while Citlali makes quick work of her mugs, her sharp remarks softening as the tipsy warmth takes hold. Before long, you’re starting to feel the buzz yourself.
An hour or two later, you decide…
“Alright…” you chuckle, leaning back. “I should probably call it for the night.”
“Whaaaat…!” she groans, dragging the word out. “Staaay… Hic! Waiter…! Two m-more mugs!”
You laugh back awkwardly. “Okay, okay. Last one. That goes for you too.”
“Hic, huuh?”
“Promise me after this round you’ll head home too.”
She narrows her eyes playfully and lifts her cup in a sloppy salute. “Fiiine, fine. L-Last ooone!”
You’re not convinced, but her grin is too disarming to argue further. You both enjoy your last drinks before you say your goodbyes and leave for your room upstairs.
Morning light spills across the room when you feel a sudden weight pressing against your chest. Your eyes quickly snap open, only to find Citlali sprawled out on top of you, her face inches from yours, hair tumbling loose around her shoulders.
“C-Citlali…!? W-wha… W-why are you in your underwear…?” you blurted, panicked.
She groans, pressing her face against your shoulder. “Mmm… Travellerrr. So wwhat? You’re in your u-underwear too…!”
Your heart skips a beat. “I-I’m in bed…!”
“Y-Yeah… hic welll so am I…! Besidess…” she mutters, shifting against you with a pout, “It’s sooo hot in heere…!”
She shifts again, the mattress dipping beneath her weight as she presses her warm body into yours.
“C-Citlali, seriously…”
“Mhm?” She lifts her head just enough to look at you, her eyes half-lidded, a lazy grin spreading across her face. “Wwhat’s wrongg…?”
Her hair slips forward, brushing against your cheek and you get a faint whiff of her sweet perfume mingling with the sharper note of alcohol.
“We should… get dressed.” you stammer.
“Ooh hic and noow you’rre telling m-me how I should d-dress too?” She pokes your chest with one finger, then slowly begins to trail her hand down your torso.
You grab her wrist before she can reach any lower...
“Citlali…”
“Noo…! Y-You take a girrl out forr dinner… Hic… then you j-just ditch herr…!” she mumbles, “N-Noww you want to b-boss me aroound too…? I do t-the bossing arround here…!”
Hic!
“Youu’re just aa dumb, cuute b-boy…!”
You try to muster a few words, but barely manage an audible squeak.
“You’rre always sso s-serious~!” she teases, leaning closer until her nose is practically touching your own.
“Youu tell me to s-stop, but you lett me climbb on top of y-you like thiss. W-Which one is it, hmm?”
“I-I didn’t exactly let you…”
“You couuld have p-pushed me off by now…! Hic!” Her grin turns wicked, though her voice softens. “Yoouu like iit~!”
She traces the edge of your waistband with a playful hum, her grin daring you to stop her.
You swallow hard, but you can’t seem to move your hands.
“Thaats right… sso j-just shut up…! she whispers, leaning in until her lips brush yours, in a soft, teasing kiss as her warm breath escapes across your cheek.
Her fingers dip beneath your waistband, taking hold of your dick in her hand. You jolt, breath catching in your throat.
“N-Noww come on T-Travellerr… we’re gonna c-ceelebrate…!”
“C-Citlali…”
“NoOo! Donn’t you say one m-more worrd mister!”
She silences you with a kiss, harder this time, swallowing your protest. When she finally pulls away, she leaves you gasping as her hand moves faster, hand gripping tighter around your dick.
Your eyes widen, but her playful look is impossible to meet head-on.
Her hand rises out of your underwear and she pulls her bra down, revealing her perfect, supple boobs.
“Youu like them~? Good… noow we’rre gonna h-have ssex…! Underrstood…?”
Her hand moves again, deliberate, and all you can do is cling to the mattress as the room seems to blur around you, morning light melting into the heat between you both. By the time you realize you’re what’s going on, it’s already too late, and Citlali’s got her hand on your mouth keeping you quite while she rides you all morning long…!
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