๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ ่ตท - One
"What do you usually think about before you head off to go to sleep?"
The nightclub was a heartbeat on a loudspeaker, an intoxicating primal need for others to move and experience joy, separate or joined, that was what it meant for many.
A perfect setting to find a new fling.
Whether it's to fulfill loneliness, a desire for sex, or pure boredom. Hook ups are just something people do to satisfy their own desires.
Amongst the crowds of joint people, grinding and drinking, it wouldn't be so bad if they fulfilled each other's needs.
Clubbing likes this is her last night on Earth, a figure in between several others, moved like a puppet on a string by the music. Head mashing so hard, her brain got into shut down mode.
(L/N) (Y/N).
She works waiting tables and being a host at a little known cafe.
A little known hobbyist writer, who uses a pseudonym, with over ten stories online. She's an artistic, influential cosplayer with 530,000 followers.
A slight multilingual, having picked up something from dramas in several different languages, anime, and coming to learn new languages out of extreme boredom.
Perceived as a two-faced person. She seems rather quiet and cold but she is constantly out clubbing at nightclubs, drowning in alcohol with an illegitimate ID, finding and pulling hooks up of every gender -or no gender- left and right.
So much sweat on her skin and not all of it belonging to her. The strobe masks so much of her movement as she was both grinding on someone and having the same thing being done on her, sandwiched and shared.
"It may sound a little weird . . ."
"Hahaha . . ." Joined laughter echoed around the apartment as a (H/C) female pulled close by a messy black haired male.
Rushing to her bedroom, following suit the male she found as a new fling, both laughed and giggled as if they were still intoxicated.
She pulled him in for a kiss which in a second turned into a make out, his hands creeping around her body in a sensual way.
Parting to catch their breaths, her company let out a laugh, awkward to her but nonetheless she kept a smile on her.
"Let me use your bathroom first okay?" She didn't answer, rather she just let him go.
"You might even think I'm crazy . . ."
Finally coming back into the bedroom, the (S/C) female with (H/C) haired was sprawled out underneath the covers of her own bed.
The simple reaction of his, the way he had paused to look over at her, glancing towards clothes on the floor. The way his hazel colored cat-like eyes hooded themselves brought her on edge.
She couldn't help but smirk.
Coming out from under the covers in nothing but her underwear, she walked over to him. Her hands crawling and slowly touching his covered figure.
When trying to kiss her, she is quick to dodge a pathetic excuse of attempt.
"No. Not yet." She teased him, a devilish smirk rising on her.
She pulled his shirt over his head and pushed him hard onto the bed. He sunk down into the mattress too in a trance with her swift movements and gentle touching.
She falls gracefully on the bed next to him and sinks into the pillows before straddling his hips.
The male, with messy black hair that spiked upwards and a fringe on his right side that covered his right eye, goes to sit up but is pushed back down by her.
Close to saying her name, she cuts him off by kissing his lips. He kisses back, his hands come up to her neck and hair.
In an instant, she pulls away. Grabbing his hands and placed them back down by his sides.
"No touching~" She whispers in his ear.
"That's not fair." He sulks.
Ignoring his sulking, she kissed him again before moving towards his jawline, neck, and collarbone. Kissing every inch.
The struggle to keep his hands down was evident and noticeable to her yet she carried on without a care in the world.
She placed kisses down his chest and down his muscular abdomen.
"(Y/N)." He whispered her name in a hoarse tone. The feeling of desperation to use his hands and the willpower it's taking him not to was becoming too unbearable for the guy.
The (S/C) female sat up, still straddling him and took his hands just to place them on her hips.
"Your turn." She whispers into his ear and bites the males earlobe.
His hands instantly flip her over violently. He buries his head into her neck and his hands rove all over her body. Their intertwined breathing then becomes rough and fast.
He took all of her, savored every moment before taking off.
The long shadows of the evening dissolved into the gathering darkness of the nighttime.
Having put back on undergarments and an oversized shirt, carelessly and tiredly, the (H/C) haired figure made her way in the dark towards the kitchen. Opening the fridge to pick out the box of beer being stored inside.
"Ha . . ." She let out a sigh of boredom as she walked brashly opened the box to begin her another set of intoxication.
Dull (E/C) eyes traveled towards the balcony right outside and her ears picked up the ringing of her phone from her bedroom.
Choosing to ignore the sound, she walked out into the balcony with the box of beer.
Other than the darkness and herself all that seemed to exist was the chilly wind that's harsh bite could be felt instantly. She could feel the bite of the wind had left its mark in the form of small bumps that were tingling on her arms.
She opened a can of beer, the sound of it opening satisfying her more than her night.
Though her blood ran cold through her veins and her bones were chilled. She continued drowning herself in the bitter tasting alcohol. Mixing both the temperature of the cold beer and the temperature of the night. thoughtlessly.
Whispers between leaves filled the air, whispers and mutters. The air was cool and crisp, like a refreshing drink of cool water after hours in a desert. The breeze fluttered around, gently caressing everything it touched with fingers that had been a comfort to so many over their long, lonely years.
A figure, wrapped up in nothing but a big shirt was smelling the sweet air that was all around her. Even in a dazed-like state she was in, she could almost see the wind, seemingly moving everything slightly, like it was in control over the whole earth.
For a moment, she let her eyes rest, feeling the ambiance of the street, hearing the sounds, taking in the aroma, letting her mind be still.
The bitter taste of alcohol is not enough to drown out the tearing up of her heart or the loneliness.
Climbing onto the top of the low wall surrounding the balcony a few stories high, she carelessly knocked down empty cans of beer. Some falling over the edge, the noise of the cans destiny reaching the ears of the figure.
"I hope the world . . . comes to an end."
A perfect setting to find a new fling.
Whether it's to fulfill loneliness, a desire for sex, or pure boredom. Hook ups are just something people do to satisfy their own desires.
Amongst the crowds of joint people, grinding and drinking, it wouldn't be so bad if they fulfilled each other's needs.
Clubbing likes this is her last night on Earth, a figure in between several others, moved like a puppet on a string by the music. Head mashing so hard, her brain got into shut down mode.
(L/N) (Y/N).
She works waiting tables and being a host at a little known cafe.
A little known hobbyist writer, who uses a pseudonym, with over ten stories online. She's an artistic, influential cosplayer with 530,000 followers.
A slight multilingual, having picked up something from dramas in several different languages, anime, and coming to learn new languages out of extreme boredom.
Perceived as a two-faced person. She seems rather quiet and cold but she is constantly out clubbing at nightclubs, drowning in alcohol with an illegitimate ID, finding and pulling hooks up of every gender -or no gender- left and right.
So much sweat on her skin and not all of it belonging to her. The strobe masks so much of her movement as she was both grinding on someone and having the same thing being done on her, sandwiched and shared.
"It may sound a little weird . . ."
"Hahaha . . ." Joined laughter echoed around the apartment as a (H/C) female pulled close by a messy black haired male.
Rushing to her bedroom, following suit the male she found as a new fling, both laughed and giggled as if they were still intoxicated.
She pulled him in for a kiss which in a second turned into a make out, his hands creeping around her body in a sensual way.
Parting to catch their breaths, her company let out a laugh, awkward to her but nonetheless she kept a smile on her.
"Let me use your bathroom first okay?" She didn't answer, rather she just let him go.
"You might even think I'm crazy . . ."
Finally coming back into the bedroom, the (S/C) female with (H/C) haired was sprawled out underneath the covers of her own bed.
The simple reaction of his, the way he had paused to look over at her, glancing towards clothes on the floor. The way his hazel colored cat-like eyes hooded themselves brought her on edge.
She couldn't help but smirk.
Coming out from under the covers in nothing but her underwear, she walked over to him. Her hands crawling and slowly touching his covered figure.
When trying to kiss her, she is quick to dodge a pathetic excuse of attempt.
"No. Not yet." She teased him, a devilish smirk rising on her.
She pulled his shirt over his head and pushed him hard onto the bed. He sunk down into the mattress too in a trance with her swift movements and gentle touching.
She falls gracefully on the bed next to him and sinks into the pillows before straddling his hips.
The male, with messy black hair that spiked upwards and a fringe on his right side that covered his right eye, goes to sit up but is pushed back down by her.
Close to saying her name, she cuts him off by kissing his lips. He kisses back, his hands come up to her neck and hair.
In an instant, she pulls away. Grabbing his hands and placed them back down by his sides.
"No touching~" She whispers in his ear.
"That's not fair." He sulks.
Ignoring his sulking, she kissed him again before moving towards his jawline, neck, and collarbone. Kissing every inch.
The struggle to keep his hands down was evident and noticeable to her yet she carried on without a care in the world.
She placed kisses down his chest and down his muscular abdomen.
"(Y/N)." He whispered her name in a hoarse tone. The feeling of desperation to use his hands and the willpower it's taking him not to was becoming too unbearable for the guy.
The (S/C) female sat up, still straddling him and took his hands just to place them on her hips.
"Your turn." She whispers into his ear and bites the males earlobe.
His hands instantly flip her over violently. He buries his head into her neck and his hands rove all over her body. Their intertwined breathing then becomes rough and fast.
He took all of her, savored every moment before taking off.
The long shadows of the evening dissolved into the gathering darkness of the nighttime.
Having put back on undergarments and an oversized shirt, carelessly and tiredly, the (H/C) haired figure made her way in the dark towards the kitchen. Opening the fridge to pick out the box of beer being stored inside.
"Ha . . ." She let out a sigh of boredom as she walked brashly opened the box to begin her another set of intoxication.
Dull (E/C) eyes traveled towards the balcony right outside and her ears picked up the ringing of her phone from her bedroom.
Choosing to ignore the sound, she walked out into the balcony with the box of beer.
Other than the darkness and herself all that seemed to exist was the chilly wind that's harsh bite could be felt instantly. She could feel the bite of the wind had left its mark in the form of small bumps that were tingling on her arms.
She opened a can of beer, the sound of it opening satisfying her more than her night.
Though her blood ran cold through her veins and her bones were chilled. She continued drowning herself in the bitter tasting alcohol. Mixing both the temperature of the cold beer and the temperature of the night. thoughtlessly.
Whispers between leaves filled the air, whispers and mutters. The air was cool and crisp, like a refreshing drink of cool water after hours in a desert. The breeze fluttered around, gently caressing everything it touched with fingers that had been a comfort to so many over their long, lonely years.
A figure, wrapped up in nothing but a big shirt was smelling the sweet air that was all around her. Even in a dazed-like state she was in, she could almost see the wind, seemingly moving everything slightly, like it was in control over the whole earth.
For a moment, she let her eyes rest, feeling the ambiance of the street, hearing the sounds, taking in the aroma, letting her mind be still.
The bitter taste of alcohol is not enough to drown out the tearing up of her heart or the loneliness.
Climbing onto the top of the low wall surrounding the balcony a few stories high, she carelessly knocked down empty cans of beer. Some falling over the edge, the noise of the cans destiny reaching the ears of the figure.
"I hope the world . . . comes to an end."
