A Ghost In The Field (five x female reader

Chapter 4: The Talk

(Smut warning)

It was Five. 

Five was standing there, watching me put on a show at the strip club. Why was he here? If he was here for me, how did he know I was here?

As I swapped with one of the other girls for the stage, I thought about Five as I was putting my clothes back on, wondering why he was even here in the first place. No matter the reason, I needed to talk to him. About the kiss, about who he is, about what they stopped talking about so abruptly when I entered the room. I walked over to the mesmerized schoolboy and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around to face me, looking displeased. 

"What do you want?" He hissed. 

"I want to talk," I replied, a serious expression on my face. He rolled his eyes.

"About?" He pondered frustratedly.

"A lot. But we can't talk here, so you're going to have to leave the hot girls alone for a few minutes." He crossed his arms and planted his feet on the ground.

"Make me," He leaned in to whisper. My cheeks blushed a pale pink. He scoffed and uncrossed his arms.

I grabbed his hands in a flirtatious way. He smirked.

"What are you doin-" I interrupted him with a kiss. Suddenly, I felt his body grow heavy and fall to the ground. I grinned, looking down at him. Something he didn't know was that I was wearing a special lipstick that was given to me by Arielle herself. It was meant to tranquilize anyone who touched the lips they were worn upon. This was my first time using it, but I didn't expect it to work. I picked Five up and walked to the bathroom with his limp body around my shoulder. I stopped once we'd reached the bathroom, which was an independent stall. It was vacant, so I opened the door, walked through it, and locked it behind me. I set Five down, sitting against the wall and got onto my knees, and kissed him again. This time, he woke up. I held him down as he squirmed, still kissing him senseless. A moment later, I pulled away and stood up. He stood up next and looked around. He looked back at me with a squint.

"This was the best place to talk?" He pondered.

"Yes," I replied. "The conversation I wanted to have with you is nothing anyone here needs to know."

"Okay," He replied skeptically. "Go ahead then."

I took a deep breath before I began.

"I don't know what made you kiss me today. I don't understand why, especially because yesterday you wanted nothing to do with me."

"Oh," he scoffed. "I'm sorry, but I don't speak skank. Are you trying to say you liked it?" He ventured. My face flushed pink, and he rolled his eyes, smiling. He flipped me around so my back was against the wall; he leaned into my ear. I felt his hot breath whisper: "I know you liked it." He teased. I made a fist with my hand, and he grabbed it and began to loosen it. I was too speechless to reply; I just was. I had never felt this way for a boy before. For my entire life, I was convinced I was lesbian, but now I don't know what the fuck I am. After my balled-up hand was loosened, he looked me dead in the eyes. 

"Cat got your tongue?" He scoffed. "I can loosen that for you." 

He then began to passionately kiss me; I kissed him back. He then pulled my jacket off my shoulders and took his jacket and sweater vest off. He threw them to the side and then grabbed my cheek. He licked my lips, asking for an entrance. I let him in, and he began to explore my mouth. I moaned softly, and he pulled away. He looked down at my pants, which were soaked from being wet. He smirked and looked back up at me.