Hope ~Yato x Reader AU~

Chapter 14: Knock 'Em Out

~Contains some strong language and suggestive scenes. Reader discretion advised.~

Loud music pulsates around me, the beat shimmying against my sternum. Honestly, my ears are ringing, but I don't care. The way I'm feeling right now is too good.

I'm having the time of my life, dancing in the middle of a crowded dancefloor, surrounded by faces I don't know. But that doesn't matter. My body is moving in ways I didn't know it could, my hips swaying side to side as I laugh and sing with a group of girls I've just met. We cheer and beam with happiness, our bodies rubbing against one another. However, we're doing that intentionally because, in the corner, we spotted a group of men interested in us.

I don't know any of them, but one has caught my eye and I'm almost sure I caught his. So, I'm working my strut right and trying to lure him over with the movements of my hips. It seems to be working as I've noticed him slowly and steadily inching closer. My plan is working and it's only a matter of time before my work reaps me what I want; a man for the night.

Honestly, I shouldn't be doing this. The morals within me are telling me that I shouldn't. It's a nagging sensation that is harping me and begging me to stop, but I don't want to. No matter how much that little voice in the back of my head cries for me to leave, I have no desire to listen. Maybe it's because of the liquid courage my new...friends bought me. We've all been drinking and though I'm not drunk nor impaired, I am feeling a tad bit more daring than I usually am. Daring enough to bed a random guy.

To say I'll feel shitty for all this later is a huge understatement; I'm going to feel like utter garbage, but that'll be later. I have at least until morning before those repercussions catch up to me. For now, the hunt is on and I'm ready to have some fun with a guy I've never met before. Completely out of character for me, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm ready to temporarily leave all my troubles behind and if a random hookup helps with that, then so be it.

So, anticipating what I'll be doing tonight, I keep dancing, occasionally shooting mischievous smirks to my prey. At long last, he takes the bait and approaches me as a sly smirk bows his lips. He's handsome in his own right, but it's not his appearance that intrigues me. It's merely what he could do in a limited amount of time to distract my mind that has my focus. It's all about nothing but a good time.

"Well, hello there," he smirks, pausing in front of me. "I believe I haven't seen you here before. Mind if I learn your name?"

Still dancing, I smile, "Y/N. What about you?"

"Y/N?" he repeats smoothly. "Very unusual name here, but beautiful nonetheless, just like you." He sneaks closer, his hands hovering over my hips. "I'm Fumi Toro, but you can just call me Toro."

"Toro," I grin. "Nice to meet you." I hold my arms up over my head and begin to move my hips in wide movements, asking, "Wanna keep me company by joining me in a dance or two?" I turn, pressing my back to him, whispering over my shoulder, "Maybe a bit more, if you're lucky."

I watch as the smirk on Toro's face grows. He plants his hands on my hips and buries his face into my neck, breathing, "I'd like that."

With this, I break away from the females I had been dancing with as Toro and I make our way deeper into the crowd. We find a spot and begin to dance, him grabbing my waist as his hands trace my curves while I move and sway, using what Meredith gave me to my advantage. At least, I think I inherited my build from my birth mother. In the end, I don't really know where I inherited what from, but that doesn't matter. I'm here for fun and based on Toro's hands traveling up and down my body, I feel that's what I'm guaranteed.