Spitfire stumbled into Adagio's apartment, trying not to bump into anything while she walked. She kept fumbling before bumping straight into the wall.

"Ow. Who put you there?" she whispered at the inanimate wall.

"You're an idiot," Adagio sighed as she grabbed her hand, guiding her through the small apartment to her room. Even when she was drunk, she knew where she was going, surprisingly.

"And you're hot, you know that? Like, really really, really fucking hot," Spitfire slurred her reply.

"I know, I know, I am gorgeous. Keep going, we are almost to my room, you fool."

Adagio laughed to herself as they passed Aria's room, it silent as the bitchy girl inside slumbered. Sonata's room was the opposite, it was filled with the loud snores of the sleeping siren inside.

As they rounded the corner to an orange door plated with "Adagio" in the dead center of it, Spitfire kicked it open drunkenly.

"You fucking idiot, what did you do that for?!" Adagio whisper-screamed at her, obviously worried that the athlete woke her fellow sirens. She didn't want them knowing she brought home someone, let alone someone like Spitfire, even if she was drunk.

"I have no idea," she snorted as she walked in behind Adagio, slamming the door yet again to the siren's discontent. Before Adagio could bite her head off for it, she quickly pinned her against the wall and kissed her sloppily.
Adagio was quickly cut off before she could even talk, not that she minded. She embraced the taste of alcohol coming from Spitfire's tongue, though if she were sober it may have sickened her.

Spitfire pulled away from Adagio, breathing heavily. She grinned as Adagio's eyes filled with lust, determined to give her what she needed.

But not yet.
Spitfire wanted to toy with the stubborn, bitchy girl she had just met. She wanted to make her beg. To make her plead for what she wanted, and what she was eventually going to give her.

"Get on the bed, Dazzle," she whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe and neck.

Adagio glared at her. 'How dare this girl order me around. Who does she think she is? She isn't going to get away with that, but I'll bide my time. I'll play along for now,' she thought to herself.
Adagio stumbled to her bed, sitting down and taking off her hairband and hoodie, revealing the purple tee shirt underneath. She looked at Spitfire, who was staring intently. Adagio grinned, unbuttoning her jeans and kicking off her shoes.

"Like what you see?" she asked smugly, keeping her trademark grin on her face.

"Oh yes. Yes I do, very much," Spitfire smiled as she stared at the girl's chest.

Spitfire threw off her jacket, it landing in some random area of Adagio's room. She stripped herself of her shirt and jeans, kicking her boots to the side. By the time she was attempting to unclasp her bra, she noticed Adagio staring her down like a lioness does its prey. She decided to give her a show. Spitfire slid off her bra straps, continuing her reach behind her back to undo her bra. It took her two minutes to remember her bra clasp was in the front, not the back. After an embarrassed grin and a returned eye roll, she slid off the article to reveal her C cup breasts, moving to her thin laced panties. Spitfire tried taking them off while walking to Adagio; she tripped, face-planting on the siren's floor.
It took all of the siren's power and self control to not burst out laughing, thus ruining the night and possibly waking her friends.

Without a word, Spitfire slipped off her panties and pounced Adagio, starting their third make out session of the night. Spitfire started to grind her naked body against Adagio, only adding fuel to the fire that was burning in their loins. She broke the kiss only briefly to remove Adagio's shirt, pleased to see she hadn't worn a bra.

"Expecting this, were you?" she asked with a slight smug tone.

"Shut up," was all Adagio could come up with as a comeback, her mind racing.

Spitfire just grinned as she unzipped the girl's jeans, sliding them off her slender legs with a little help. Spitfire slowly crawled up to Adagio's hips, staring at the damp crotch of her panties. She slid further up, biting the hem of her waistband and slowly pulling them down, inch by inch, trying to get a rise from the obviously anxious girl above her.

Adagio finally spoke, "Just fucking take them off."

So she did. Spitfire yanked them off her waist, using her hands to properly remove them. Then she eyed her prize, resting between the siren's legs. The two soft, yellow, wet lips that seemingly stared right back at her. She wasted no time digging right into Adagio's most private area and Spitfire's newest achievement. As the girl above her tried staying quiet for reasons she didn't understand, she continued her relentless assault of eating Adagio out.

"F-FUCK!!" Adagio finally called out. She was being given more pleasure than she ever possibly could have given herself with her own fingers. But something was off. She didn't like being under someone. She was always on top. This was no exception. With the power she could muster, she flipped the girl currently getting familiar with her insides and herself, so she was quite literally sitting on her face. She slowly ground into Spitfire's mouth, biting her lip as she felt the girl pass her tongue over a slightly rough patch inside her pussy. She lurched forward, biting her lip to conceal a scream.

Spitfire noticed this as soon as it happened and immediately began lashing her tongue at that patch, attacking Adagio's G-spot with all her power. She wanted to make the girl scream, to make her cum all over her face.

And she succeeded.

As Adagio finally achieved her orgasm, she arched her back and screamed. She didn't care if she woke Aria and Sonata, she didn't care if she woke her dumbass neighbors. She was feeling way too good to care. As she came down from her high, she fell to the side, panting and staring at Spitfire.

"Is.. is it your.. turn now?" she spoke between breaths.

"I don't think you have it in you, rookie."

Adagio glared, but Spitfire was right. She was overly tired and buzzed as all hell.

"Fine, in the morning then, I'll return the favor," she finally said after catching her breath.

"I'm gonna hold you to that," Spitfire said as her wrapped herself and Adagio up in blankets and scooted close to her, both of them drifting to sleep, not a sound in the house.

Sonata lay in her bed, trembling from the lewd and definitely not for kids sounds that had finally stopped from her friend's room. She rolled over and snuggled close to her stuffed corgi, trying to forget the noises that seemed to echo in her head.

"Save me, Taco."

Author's Note

Finally. FINALLY. FINALLY!
I have finally updated this story! I'm sorry for the long wait, but my promise was fulfilled!

Like, comment, do whatever you want! Just be nice about it, please.

I don't condone drunk sex, consent is key!

Much love,
Ambi!