Glow | Tokyo Ghoul

# 0 1 9 ⦋ Pleasure Principle ⦌

— 2018

[ explicit content 2/5 ]

word count — 1766

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One thing led to another and eventually, we both sat on the bed and against the wall.

   We were watching TV and talking about random things; I had noticed, that when she laughed hard, she didn't cover up her face. She'd turn to me with her face all scrunched up as she leaned forward, trying to catch her breath. It was a real stunner, and it made me crumble.

   It was strange, thinking of how I had already seen her in shorts and short dresses before, but only at that moment did I really take in how long her legs were, and how they were faintly dotted.

   I was too busy looking at her thighs.

    "Argh, I tried watching this once and almost fainted," she grumbled. "It's the worst."

    "Really? I didn't think it was that bad."

    "Are you kidding me? The main character is totally overpowered and it's so stupid how the plot gets resolved sometimes."

    "Ah, you mean when there's literally no logical solution whatsoever but the author just whips one out of his ass?"

   She laughed, nodding. "Exactly! It's so stupid! It was interesting for the first few episodes but then...absolute shit."

    "But hey, look at it this way: it's so bad, it's good!"

   We continued for a bit, and then she, very boldly, lay down on my bed and put her head on my lap.

   I froze, unable to comprehend the situation for a few seconds as the blood rushed to one area of my body. Gulping, I prayed that she wouldn't accidentally feel me, or feel how rapid my pulse was.

   It wasn't like it was the first time she did this, but it was the first time she did it while we were both completely sober.

    "Hey, if you're tired, I can sit on the floor," I didn't know if I wanted to leave. "And you can sleep properly."

   Having someone's head on my lap was bizarre. I felt trapped, but in a good way, somehow; like having a cat lay on you, and you order yourself not to move. Even though, if you did, the cat wouldn't really do anything but lay elsewhere.

    "No, no, I'm not going to sleep. I'm just resting a bit," she turned slightly—oh please, no please, don't move!—to look up at me, her pupils wide and inviting. "Are you uncomfortable?"

    "No," but she wasn't a cat; she was the girl I had a crush on, and she was half-naked, and her head was on my Goddamn lap. "I just don't want your head to hurt while you watch this great show!"

   She chuckled as she turned away again, and I slowly let out the exhale I held in. "No, this is fine."

    "Right."

   I placed a hand between my legs, hoping to circumvent any kind of contact her head may have with me.

   Man, why do I end up in these situations?! Would it be right to blame Jin for this, too? I'm losing my mind here!

   A few seconds passed and I felt awkward; there was something bulging out of my pants and I desperately felt the need to make the situation at least feel normal. "Do you mind if I played with your hair?"