For You,' |SparklingHerb Smut-Angst|

🥂 Fondness 🥂

This book may contain the following: cussing/swearing, suicidal language, mentioning of the use of drugs or other chemicals, abuse, and mentioning of rape. If any of these things cause you disturbance or cringe, you are welcome to leave. Thank you!

⚠️SEX SCENES ARE INCLUDED IN THIS PART (WELL I MEAN SORTA WHATEVER 🤩)⚠️

'Sparkling POV ' 

Man has today been easy. I finally kicked Vampire out of the bar for once, so he can annoy someone else besides for me. Now, whenever I didn't need to pour drinks for people, I can enjoy my life behind the counter, scrolling through instagram or reading at my leisure.

I wish I can do this everyday. But I know he'd have to come back tomorrow.

As I lay on my rusty bed, staring onto the ceiling, I thought about why my life has come to this. I don't even have any other friend besides Vampire. Can I even call him my friend? I'm like his mom- or worse.

I covered up my eyes using my arms. Before I knew it, the world around me was black.

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...Where am I? Why's it so hot in here? Someone should've opened the windows or something. Huh? What's that noise?

I looked down to see my bare skin, my dick, slapping against something. Wait- someone.

They were moaning- loudly too, and I couldn't help but grunt, seeing them being this sexy in front of me. But... I couldn't see their face. Nor could I see who they were. It was just me fucking  them senseless. Nothing else.

Though the voice was muffled, I could still hear a glint of their whimpering wails. God, every time they moaned out my name I could feel my dick getting harder.

I felt paralyzed. Like my brain knew of nothing else but them- they were contagious. The lust in the air was so strong, but everything was blurry. I couldn't feel anything except for the urge of having them. Having everything single inch of their body.

I started to feel lightheaded, kind of like if I was drunk. Just as I felt as if I was going to pass out, a bit of the person's lips appeared on their face. They looked wondrous, so perfect.

"Please come and find me," they whispered quietly in a voice in which I couldn't not hear.

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"GAH!" I sprung up from my bed, surprised at first, then disgusted by myself. I looked under the sheets.

What a great way to start a day! Jizzing my pants like I'm a fucking preschooler. You're 22 years old, start acting like one!

Thanks to that crazy dream of mine, I was angry all morning. I could barely swallow down the bites of cold, stale bread for my breakfast. Seriously, I should get a hold of myself! 

I grabbed my bag and put on my bow tie, leaving my apartment and slamming the door shut. I locked the door before I left, but I didn't even bother checking to see if it was actually locked. 

Terrific. Just terrific.

By the time I got to the bar, it was 6:08. I was an hour early before the bar's open hours, and the earliest I had ever arrived here. What's wrong with opening a little bit early? I'm sure it won't cause any trouble. So, I opened the doors and flipped over the "Closed" sign, then headed over to the counter.

I set my stuff down and started getting ready: Putting on my apron, finding the music, cleaning the tables and floor...

Until I heart the first jingle of the day. I turned around and walked over behind the countertop. The customer sat down and asked for a light beer. I nodded.

"Here's your light beer, sir." I handed over the drink, and he thanked me. I silently started to scrub more jugs while I waited for him to finish.

"Say..." the customer started. I turned around. Uh oh. We've got a talkative one.

"How much do you get per hour?" He asked. Looking at him more closely, he looks about my age. I hesitated, but then remembered my job. Right. I'm supposed to answer these questions.

"Would you like to consider working here? That's wonderful! Actually, I'm the boss, I opened this bar up from scratch." I smiled at him. 

"Ah, you're Sparkling?"

"Yes, I'm not really looking for employees right now, but it would be nice to get a helper around here." I stopped scrubbing the countertop and took a second to think about it. Having a worker means getting more time by yourself— and more time away from Vampire. If that's the case... then... 

The boy looked down at his drink. He stood up from the chair and reached out his hand.

"I..I'm Taffy. It would be really amazing if you can hire me here, I'm kind of... tight on money. And I'm-... I'm afraid I have no working experience. But I really truly do want to-!"

"...It's alright. We're about the same age, right? I know how it is sometimes." I set down the rag, and shook his hands, "Life just sucks, am I right?"

Taffy Cookie smiled at me, a sad smile, but it looked genuine. Somewhere in my heart, a nostalgic feeling came through, bleeding. Suddenly, I saw a tear fall from his eyes. 

"I...*hic* I'm sorry... I don't know why I'm crying! T-thank you... *Sniff*, thank you so much!" I rushed over to help him and handed him some tissues. I closed my eyes as I heard his cries.

You know, sometimes I wish to have a friend like myself.