Colors

Pandora's Box

"Taelorrrr" I smile and look up at my roommate leaning in my doorway. I sigh and close my laptop, "Yes, Lea?" She smiles a devilish smile, "Get your butt up and ready, we're going to the club," I sigh and slide off my chair; stretching my back pops and I walk over to my closet to search for appropriate club attire. Pfft,  appropriate club attire...sounds about right. I pull out my shiny sleeved jacket, tank top crop top, black spandex and neon blue converse. Shooing Lea out I get dressed and sit at my vanity to do something with the rats nest I call my hair. Pulling out my straightener I plug it in and wait for it to reach the temperature I need. 

I section my hair and pull half of it up and get to work on smoothing the waviness and frizz out from my sun, hairtie, beach damaged hair. Brushing my now straightened hair once more time I shove on my converse and grab my fanny pack. Phone, pepper spray, mini first aid kit, vape, and gum. I whistle when I see Lea in her short black dress and platform boots, "We know who's gonna get all the attention tonight," "Both of us damnit, you look hot as shit." She loops her elbow through mine and we walk out of  our apartment. The club we frequent is only a short walk so we get there before the line is miles long. The cool blue and purple lights of the club bathe everything in a seductive shadow; the music thumps through the speakers and Lea goes off to get drinks for us. I dance in the crowd that's slowly forming; the lights reflect off my sleeves as the DJ starts remixing , causing the club to pluse with feral energy. 

Lea sways through people and hands me a sparkling drink which I take and dance with her; back to back we grind and jump with the people around us. Chugging my drink I place the glass on a table and continue to dance. Sweat slides down my spine and neck; my hands go above my head. I'm soaking in this feeling like it's my drug, my high to forget about reality for just a few hours. I've lost Lea in the crowd, but I know we'll find each other again eventually. The music slows and couples get together to do the one and only slow dance of the night. I see a hand reach out from my side and turn to see one of the most smutty book, booktok, man I've ever seen. Tattoos cover him from the neck down; geometric shapes, wings right under his pecs. He's wearing an open jacket, white dress pants, and a sailor captain's hat. I smile, take his hand and he pulls me in; one hand on my waist keeping me close. 

He smiles and I feel my neck and face heat up and he gets closer to my face. His stuble grazes my cheek and he speaks, his voice so...alluring and sweet, "Sorry, I hope I didn't steal you from someone, but if I didn't all the luck for me," I giggle and sway closer to him. "No you didn't steal me, I was going to be all lonesome at a table until I saw your hand," he laughs and spins me. Thank god I wore converse, I would've fallen in my heels. The music shuffles a bit and starts to pulse again. Instead of leaving, the man continues to dance with me. I turn and dance on him; grinding and sliding my body down his.

His eyes have darkened. Oh...me likey. I slide up his chest and he grips my waist, shaking his head. He dances with me; our bodies in a rythm that neither of us want to break. I take his hand once the song changes and we sneak off to one of the rooms for couples. Finding one with a green light on it I peek my head in to make sure it's actually open. He picks me up by the waist and sits on the couch. His lips graze my neck and I shiver, leaning my neck back so he has more access.

-Slight Smutty Bit-

I feel my core heat up, butterfies travel from my stomach to my crotch. His lips are so soft and gentle. When his teeth pinch a bit of skin I almost go feral with the high of that feeling, grinding down onto him. I whimper when he kisses the spot he bit and his hands slide up under my barely-there shirt pulling me closer. His lips make their way to the one sensitive spot on my neck and he sucks until it hurts. I groan and he smiles against my skin; trailing more kisses down my neck to my chest. My hips move on him, my drunk, horny body needing some damn friction. "Someone's needy," he says, chuckling as he throws my jacket off.

He gropes my boobs and runs his thumbs over my nipples causing me to squirm on his lap. He stops and takes my face in his hands "Before anything else, I know we're both drunk, me probably more than you, I want to make sure you are fully okay with anything that happens and you'll tell me when to stop," I nod and he chuckles, "Words, baby girl," "Yes, I'm completley okay with all this," "Good girl," he says and he shrugs his jacket off before sliding my shirt off. He groans and throws his head back, "Oh fuck," before he starts kissing my chest and around my nipples. His mouth finally takes one in his mouth and he sucks and licks until I'm whining for more.

He flips me on my back and continues to kiss down my stomach and to that aching bundle of nerves. His breath glides over my covered clit and I wait for him to slide my pants off, but he just kisses my thighs and comes back up to my mouth. He kisses me deeply, and I wrap my arms over his shoulders. 

A loud knock echoes through the room and we stop, "Well shit," he says before the door opens and Lea peeks in slowly. I see her eyes gleaming mischievously as she sees the state I'm in. "Bitch it's go time, you know who is here," I whine and flop my arms down, "Of course he is, what the fuck is his problem," I sit up and the man I came in with helps me put my shirt and jacket on. I take my phone out and open a new contact, handing it to him, "I at least owe you a coffee date," I say as he looks at me confused, then he smiles. Sonny. He takes my face in his hands again and kisses my forehead. "I'll see you soon?" "Yes." He hands me off to Lea and she waves. I look back and he's leaning against a wall; watching me walk away with a come here look; I almost turn around and go back to him to finish what was started but I know I can't, not with my asshole of an ex-boyfriend. 

Author's Note

Just a little experimental smutty romance novel that doesn't involve a K-Pop idol.

Enjoy ya filthy animals...kidding much love

T.G. Fowler