Can’t stop thinking about how attack on titan is not a romance but how its narrative hinges upon the most devastating love stories I’ve encountered in fiction.
How Ymir and Historia cling to each other under the burden of a crown they didn’t ask for.
How Eren, the definition of an “attack” protagonist does anything and everything for Armin, who shrinks away from violence (despite having to become the embodiment of war).
How Erwin gave Levi the sky, and it is a debt that Levi knows he can never repay.
How subtly yet thoroughly they work Moblit into every scene, a step behind Hanji, cautioning them and supporting them, so that you don’t even notice him until he’s gone.
How Mikasa’s “Akerbond” to Eren goes so much further, so much deeper, because he exhibited such raw, unfettered inhumanity in the name of protecting her when she was a child, when he barely even knew her, and that is all she knows of love.
How Connie feels like he’s lost half of himself with Sasha gone.
How much Carla loved her son.
How much of an impact Marco made on Jean.
How Armin could eat Bertoldt’s love for Annie and have it latch onto his own admiration of her.
How Marlowe thought of Hitch as he was dying.
How Reiner keeps going for the kids he has to mentor.
How Falco put himself between Gabi and danger over and over again.
How violently Sasha’s family mourned but how reverent of her spirit they were to forgive her killer.
Idk man I just think for a show that started off as kids fighting giants and turned into “my war crime is worse than your war crime”, it is driven almost entirely by unique, poignant and thoroughly convincing love stories.
*smut is in part 1 which apparently some people liked >> Part 1
Trigger/ general warning again: Persuasion
Aubrey’s pov~
“How much would you pay for him?” Michael asked. Nodding towards the, surprisingly well built, auction stage. Directing his question towards the tall brunette, standing beside the jock with a mic. It seems like this is the best way to pass time. Watching people being bought from the auction stage. And asking each other what we’d pay. Hypothetically, of course. It seemed to have drawn a lot of attention. The music was quieter, only a few drunken bodies moving along to it. Everyone was either in front of the auction stage listening to the jock yell out prices and swinging his arms, at a stand, or like us, watching on the sidelines.
It was Michael’s turn.
“He’s a jerk,” I started. “I wouldn’t pay anything for him. He made this girl cry in the middle of class the other day because her hair 'looked weird’ ,” I air quoted, recrossing my arms afterwards. "No thank you,” I finished. To which he only chuckled and nodded.
My turn.
“ How much would you buy her for?” I looked past Michael, more to my left, towards Luke.
“Who?”
“The one with the pink dress. Dark hair,” I nodded towards the girl, now walking, more like stumbling, off the stage. Probably going towards her 'temporary owner'.
“Hm. How much did she go for?” he asked. Taking a drink from his red cup. “ $550, I think.”
“Eh, I’d pay.”
“Really?” Ashton spoke up, beside Luke. “That’s Chelsea. Chelsea Merd. As in Cheap Chelsea,” he exclaimed. “She’s been with everyone on the football team. I don’t think you’d want that mate,” he laughed. Patting the blonde's shoulder. Luke scrunched his face in regret. “Okay, never mind. I wouldn’t buy her” he said. Making me chuckle. “Your turn to ask, Luke.” “Okay. Ash, what about her….,” he began.
I looked at our surroundings a bit. The party was still in full swing. Barely starting, it seems. “Hey..,” Michael piped up. “ what would you do if someone asked for you? For the sale,” he questioned, lazily nodding towards the stage. “Kill them,” i said, making him chuckle and jokingly pull at his shirt’s collar. “How does that even work? I thought that’s why some people chose to be in the auction.”
“They did. But you’re allowed to ask for someone else. No shame in this game. And usually the people that are asked for make more money, since they’re like a surprise,” he explained. “People already know who’s gonna be sold if you volunteered yourself.” I nodded at his explanation.
“What if they don’t want to have sex with the person?” “Hope that your friends brought their wallets,” he finished.
harsh.
I turned to look at the farther side of the warehouse. Where few people were drinking and listening, or dancing, to the beat of the music. Michael’s clarification still lingering in mind. I saw a few people shifting their way through the mass of bodies, that created a border between the two sides, as best as they could. Trying to get to the opposite side. Probably tired of watching others make out or wanting to get a drink. I stayed people-watching for a bit, waiting for my turn again as the others were discussing among themselves.
It must be going good for Y/n.
I was looking at a couple, that probably just met, shamelessly making out right in front of others, as they held their phones up to them, recording. I was going to turn back to the others as I heard they had calmed their talking. But just as they had stopped talking, Michael lightly elbowed me, getting my attention. Before pointing towards the crowd, to the familiarly dressed body.
Y/N.
She was almost speed walking away as she held a hand to her mouth. A habit I’ve come to conclude she does when she’s thinking. I heard shuffling behind me. A red-faced Calum standing behind us, trying to look over our shoulders. I took off, towards Y/n. Only hearing a few ‘What happened mate?’s’ and ‘What did you do?’s’ as I left.
Y/n’s pov~
OH MY GOD
What just happened?
I just gave him a blow job.
I just gave Calum a blow job. Shit.
I stayed in place, on my knees, in the makeshift room for what felt like years, only being a minute after I found out it was him, before I all but ran out of there. Not wanting,-knowing, what was to happen. And not waiting for the awkward tension to grow.
OH GOD
My biggest goal at the moment was to get somewhere else, anywhere really. Not even sure why. I decided it was a good idea to walk outside, get some fresh air. But the thought of a drink sounded better, and made me want to cope this bright, crowded, loud, sex-filled building. I managed to shuffle my way past some of the giant crowd of people preventing me from running to the other side. Ignoring their cheers, and scowls if I accidentally shoved them. I was about halfway into the mass of people, I think, when I felt a firm grip on my shoulder halting my needy movements. I instinctively turned, and was looking at a slightly red-faced Aubrey.
“Y/n, what are you doing? What Happened? Did he hurt you?” she asked. Fondling my face in-between her palms. Shifting my face to inspect it. Her expression shifting drastically from worried to angered, by her assumptions. I shook my head. Not quite knowing the answers to the questions myself, but not wanting her to think he hurt me. He didn’t.
“Then what happened?”
“It was Calum. Calum was on the other side. I gave Calum a blow job.” i answered. Taking in the words as they came out of my mouth.
“Yeah,” she said. Stopping and barely nodding, as if to tell me to continue. “What do you mean ‘yeah’. I gave Calu- wait. Wait. Did you know it was him!? Oh my god. You did. Did you- you set us- me up!”
Even with the slightly dim lighting and hundreds of people closely around us I saw her cheeks brighten. And I knew it wasn’t because of the very noticeable heat radiating off the people around us.
“Aubrey!”
“What?!” she stated as if she didn’t know what was going on. Only speaking again after I gave her my best glare. “ Fine, I’m sorry okay?! But you like him! and you weren’t ever gonna do anything to help. And you know it, don’t even start,” she pointed at me when I was going to interrupt her. “ We were just trying to help you guys.”
Wait. What?
“What do you mean ‘we’ and ‘you guys’ ” I couldn’t just believe my assumptions. “ He likes you. And the guys and I were trying to get you two together. He’s had a crush on you for a while too. Just couldn’t say anything. Like you.”
“The guys know I have a crush on him?!”
“Y/n! I just told you your crush like you too and all you got from that was that the guys know about your crush?! You butthead! Calum likes you!”
I’d have been surprised if I hadn’t felt my cheeks heat up. I wasn’t sure If it was because of the mass of people able to hear our conversation since they’re surrounding us, the fact that my crush was known by more than the only person I told, or the fact that my crush liked me back.
Bets on all three.
What was I supposed to do about it now, though? I’ve basically gotten as far as all the 15 year old couples get in their entire month-long 'love'-filled relationship, and I’m not even sure If Calum Hood is his full name. “What do I do know? Does he know I like him?” I asked Aubrey. “Well, first of all, what happened in there?” she slightly pointed behind her. Im assuming to the stand and not the tall guy’s shoulder behind her. Even if the color on my cheeks had managed to go away, It for sure wasn’t now. “We- well I, uh, you know. And he, yeah, and he, oh uh he-said my name,” i muttered the last part of my mediocrely detailed explanation.
“He what,” she smiled, wanting me to repeat my answer.
“He moaned my name..”
“Like,-wait. Oh god, that’s hilarious! Did he do it meanwhile, you know,” she did a too-crude-to-do-in-the-crowd-we-were-in motion towards herself. “..or when he was finished.”
“Aubrey! What does it matter!” “It does matter. its very important, in fact,” she smiled.
“Well,.. after. While he was.. ‘finishing’,” I rushed. "Let’s get out of here. Why are there so many peo-“
"Y/n Y/l/n!”
I stopped and stared back at my friend, as I was trying to lead us to the drinks. Having had enough of the slight shouting into our ears just to be able to hear ourselves. Hoping I had heard the blonde with the mic, on stage, wrong, having drained out his voice until the mention of my name. But from her look; wide eyes starring back to see my reaction and glancing between me and the stage, I couldn’t be more wrong. I held her hand tighter. Not knowing why my name was being said from the mouth of the jock leading the auction. There wasn’t much to guess, though.
Calum’s pov~
“Oh god,” Michael managed as he clutched his stomach. “You moaned her name! And it was her! Holy shit, mate!” he continued to laugh. “ Shut up Michael you’re not helping,” Ash spoke up. Probably feeling bad for me.
I had just explained what happened, with apparently too much detail to the three in front of me. And while Luke and Ash were somewhat sympathetic, Michael couldn’t help but find the situation too amusing. Even after they, well Luke, explained that it was a set up, and I gave them a half-hearted scold. What is she going to think about me now?
We ended up being closer the crowd that had grown since I- we were, in there, since I was going to go after Y/n but was convinced to give her some space. All I could think about was her and the speech-or apology,-or confession of my like towards her I was gonna make. I’m not even sure what I was going to say to her, or if I could even face her after what happened. We stayed watching the auction a bit.
A sex auction’s a bit much really.
They were currently taking ‘requests' for people. Where you could go ask for someone that wasn’t on the auction, and bet for them yourself.
“Imagine if you asked for Y/n,” Michael nudged me and chuckled. “Yeah,” I half-heartedly replied. Knowing she probably wouldn’t appreciate that. I felt bad for even hypothetically thinking of asking for her. But I felt even worse when I heard her name being called out.
'Again,the next request is Y/n Y/l/n. Where are you at Y/l/n?'
The guy repeated, exaggeratedly looking towards the people. I could feel the guys look at me as I stared with wide eyes and mouth open, right towards the stage before directing my view to the crowd. Hearing a few whispered ‘shit’s from them.
What the fuck.
When you’re bought you have to go have sex. She’s going to be bought and go with someone else. She’s gonna go.What if she doesnt want to? What if they make her do something!?
Even if I didn’t know her that well. I know y/n didn’t seem like the type to want to be bought and have sex with a stranger. She didn’t seem like the type to give a blow job in a stand either, but the reminder that she was convinced here and it was a set up, gave me a good idea of what went on there too. The thoughts of what could happen, or what they could make her do, only fueled my mind as I headed towards the people, eyeing the crowd. The boys followed, hopefully doing the same. I started to shove my way past people. Deciding its best not to call her name out and attract attention, incase she didn’t want it.
why are there so many fucking people?
We continued through the crowd, in a line. Luke, Ash, and Michael all looking around behind me, wordlessly decided it was a good idea to look for her. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turned to find Luke pointing and nodding his head once towards the stairs by the stage.
Y/n.
She was being carried by some guy. More like taken by some guy, since she was thrown over his shoulder. Aubrey following behind. I could tell she was yelling at him before a group of girls all wearing the school colors, pushed her back when they got closer to the stage. And she turned, probably not knowing what to do.
I could see Y/n's fists pounding into the guy’s back when he started to go up the steps.
She doesnt want to go up there.
“Shit, mate what do we do?” Luke asked. The other two still staring up at Y/n being placed in a seat, at the center of the stage. I didn’t know what to say to him. What else could we do? I had to make sure she didn’t get bought by some horny idiot that could rape her. I didn’t want her to go with anyone else. “I have to buy her,” I answered before the guy on stage continued.
‘There you are. As requested by Kenny,’ he read the flimsy paper in his hand.
‘Y/n Y/l/n.’
I saw Y/n’s eyes widen at her requestor. She looked scared up there. She didn’t even know what to do with her hands as she had them tangled together in front of her.
I saw her look at the people, looking for something- someone until she spotted Aubrey. Who didn’t move, only stared back causing her to bring her hand to her mouth, turning back to the guy on stage with her. We managed to push ourselves, relatively, to the front. Where I found Aubrey. She didn’t have much to explain.
“Calum?! Guys?!” “We're gonna buy her,” I said before anything else. “What?” “Y/n. I’m gonna buy her,” i confirmed. She seemed to think about it. Starring at me as she brought a hand through her hair and slightly nodded. The same worried expression still on her face. “It’ll be fine.” --
‘Watch out guys. Looks like she didn’t want to be a good sport and participate. She’s a feisty one.'
The idiot announced to the whole building. Winking and causing a loud roar of cheers from the intoxicated group of people. Only making my jaw clench. ‘
So, this is Y/n. She’s quite the looker.’ He circled her like a shark. Y/n only looking away from where he was.
‘Heard she’s new boys.’
the crowd erupted again. “So what do we do?” Michael took my attention away from the prick on stage that continued to make comments about her. “Okay,” I started. “..They’re gonna start off at-“ “ $100,” Ash interrupted when I hesitated. “$100, okay. They’re gonna start off at 100. Since she was requested, which means someone else obviously wants her,” It took all of me not to cringe. “ we just keep betting to beat them. We just gotta make sure one of us gets her,” I hastily explained our basic plan. “Guys,” Aubrey spoke up. Looking at each of us, letting her gaze linger on me “..we can’t let her go with anyone else.” —
‘Okay Ladies and gentleman.’
Yeah, right.
‘We’re gonna start off the Auction at $100. And you can only go up $20 at a time. You guys know the rules, quiet please.’
The guy spoke, pointing to Y/n, before the shouts started. “$120!,” Someone shouted in the mass of bodies. Y/n looked panicked, taking in that people were in fact going to bet over her. “$140!,” someone else shouted before I could speak up. “Just yell mate,” Luke said. “ Yell, then raise your hand,” he clarified. Worried I didn’t know what to do. “$160!,” I turned at the closeness of the voice and saw Michael raise his hand at the guy. Who nodded.
Y/n was looking around at each voice yelling but stopped, wide-eyed when she saw it was Michael betting and us standing beside him. She just stayed looking at all of us, seeming to relax a bit at her friend’s presence as well, only to tense when amounts of money were continually shouted.
“$180!”
“$200!,” I finally managed to shout. Raising my hand to let him know it was me. Y/n looked at me, double-taking. I saw her blush, and gave her a small smile. Hoping she understood everything was going to be fine.
‘Okay Guys. Calm it down. Looks like you’re quiet popular.’he said looking at Y/n. Making her look at her lap.
‘Now that we’ve reached the $200 point. You can bet as much as you want, up to $100 at a time. So let’s continue.’
“$300!” We all turned to Aubrey, who was raising her hand. The guy couldn’t see her hand though, so Luke lifted his before someone else called it. "$400!” Someone yelled right beside Ashton. I was going to ignore it and turn back to shout and raise my hand, but the one who had shouted his price was that idiot Kenny. The one who requested her.
“Give it up. I’ve been waiting for her to come for this. I’m taking her home tonight,” he smugly said. Directing his words towards me.
“You pig. The hell you will!” Aubrey shouted before I could answer. “$450”
Just ignore him Calum. Ignore the idiot.
“$550,” Ashton shouted.
“$600”
Y/n kept looking back at us. I like to think back at me. Hoping we’d keep outdoing the others. “$700,” Kenny shouted again. Especially every time he bet, Y/n would widen her eyes and stare back at one of us. “$800,” I shouted. The betting continued until the prices went up past $2000 and only Kenny and our ‘group’ was betting.
The guy won't quit.
We decided, between bets that we’d each chip in. That was the least of my worries, though. I just didn’t want Y/n to go home with that creep. We each kept taking turns betting. ‘
Okay, damn. $2,500. That’s the most anyone’s bet so far!’ the guy shouted proudly, the audience’s react ons uplifting again.
IDIOT.
‘Congrats Y/n. You’re making history..Okay so there seems to be a bit of an on going betting between a couple guys here at the front.’ He pointed in our direction.
‘So, would you please step forward, if you’re wanting to continue betting. So this doesn’t take all night.’
I saw Kenny step up before me, making the now-annoyingly excited crowd cheer.
‘Okay there’s one. Was that it?’
Y/n looked at me, before I pushed past the few people in front of us. The crowd cheering again.
‘Well, would you look at that.’
“Are you good alone?” I heard Luke ask from behind. “Yeah. It’s fine,” i assured before we were lead on stage.
‘Okay so who’s gonna be the lucky guy tonight?’he laughed.
‘Let’s see,.. how do we choose between these two continuous betters. I mean, do either of you want to quit yet?’ he turned to us. Almost immediately, that dick shook his head. My identical action following his. The crowd cheered again.
‘Okay,..okay. So both guys want feisty little Y/n here,’ he pointed to her.
‘I’m guessing you’re both going to bet until you win. So to choose the winner we will….hmm, i don’t know, what do we do? What does the crowd say!?’
The crowd roared. Mostly intoxicated, non understandable shouts. But there were more than enough suggestions.
‘Make ‘em do it on stage!’
‘Suck off contest!’
‘Get her naked with no hands!’
What the fuck?
‘Okay, wow calm down guys. How do we choose- Oh I got it. We will let little y/n here choose,’he said with a smile. The crowd almost booed. Wanting more excitement than that. I relaxed, knowing she’d pick me...
Right?
I guess Kenny thought so since he looked at the guy then at me, then at y/n, with an irritated face, knowing she’d pick me over him.
Tough luck.
I looked back at the guys. They seemed satisfied by the method of choosing as well. Luke was even giving my thumbs up with a glad grin plastered on his face, until the announcer continued.
‘But with a twist!’
Shit.
‘Y/n will be blindfolded! She will have to choose the lucky lad by feeling them up!’
The crowd cheered again.
shit. how was this going to work?
I looked at y/n’s worried glance before looking back at the crowd.
I looked back at the area the guys and Aubrey were at. Hoping they'd somehow, telepathically give me ideas. How was I gonna let her know it was me? Michael was shouting something, but the stupid crowd’s yelling overpowered his single voice. I was giving him a confused look before he gripped the top of his shirt with one hand, and pointed at me- at mine. My shirt. My clothes. My clothes were different than Kenny’s. My sleeveless Green Day shirt and black skinny jeans contrasting his t-shirt and jeans. Y/n was looking Michael’s way when I looked back at her. Knowing what he meant, she nodded at me when she caught my glance.
‘But we can’t just have her choose between these two. That wouldn’t be so fun..,’he dragged out.
'Let’s get some more guys on here!’
Dammit
‘Okay let’s se-'
“These two!”
I turned my head instinctively at the close-ranged shout. Another two girls with matching, school color coordinated outfits stood; one arm each around Luke and Michael’s upper arm, as if posing for a formal photo. I looked back at, now only, Ashton and Aubrey. But they only shrugged at Michael and Luke’s choosing. The two didn’t seem to have much choice as they had already been walked onto the stage and were placed beside me. The announcer not denying their submission.
‘Okay, if someone could bring me the blindfold.., thank you,’ the guy stated as one of the cheerleaders skipped her way off the stage after handing him the cloth. Y/n just looked at the line of guys in front of her, looking at each of our figures before her eyes were covered.
’There we are.’
Y/n was now blindfolded. Hands still in her lap probably as nervous as before. Or more. The guy took hold of her upper arm, pulling her to her feet. Bringing her to stand a few feet in front of us. Leaving her side for a second, wordlessly making us switch places so our order changed. Kenny first, then Luke, Michael then me.
‘Go nuts.’
3rd Person pov~
She stood there for a full minute. Still not believing the circumstances she was in. Vainly trying to ignore the hundreds of people watching- waiting for her to make a move. Her temporary blindness only added to the anxious feeling in her stomach. She stayed, still standing in front of the four guys, not knowing- or wanting to do anything.
She thought about the guys in front of her. She remembered how they were placed. She had made sure to take note of their order before she was blindfolded. Kenny was first, then Calum, Luke, then Michael. She thought about how they were dressed, thinking of ways to know who’s who. The thought of their position’s changing crossing her mind. She thought about how they looked. How Calum looked, her thoughts all momentarily drifting to the dark haired boy. How his hair was nice and curly, and how his jaw-line looked prominent enough to cut through his skin; maybe she’d use it as a reference. How his arms stood out of his sleeveless shirt. How he was in front of her somewhere. How he’s betting for her. And how she needs to pick him, or one of the other guys and not the shorter brunette she thought didn’t even know her full name. Only using her first to ask questions in class. But she cut her thoughts off quickly, hearing the crowd shouting and feeling a hand on her back. Forcefully making her move forward, almost stumbling.
‘Go ahead Y/l/n. Put you’re hands out.’
She flinched a bit at the crowds shouts. Hearing the noise all around her. But lifted her arms nonetheless, not wanting to carry this out for much longer. All eyes were on her. The audience’s on her back, and the four guys’ on her front; her hands especially. They stared at her moves. How she hesitantly reached out, one hand before the other. Beginning her instructions.
Calum stared intently as she placed her hands on Kenny’s chest. How she extremely slowly dragged them up to his collar. Then across his shoulders, to his sleeves. He couldn’t help but stare holes into her hands, as much as he wanted to look away. The shorter brunette’s smirk at the feeling of her hands on him, only making his blood boil. Y/n moved carefully. She didn’t want to touch anywhere suggestive, not wanting to give the crowd the show they longed. She felt the flat surface of the chest. The puffed out state it was in making her internally role her eyes. She took note of the small distance between the place her hands started and the tops of the shoulders. She didn’t want to go by the feel of her hands, and pull away thinking he was definitely not the height of the three giants she’d talked to. But she pulled away as soon as she felt the seem on the shoulder’s followed by more material. She remembered Calum’s sleeveless outfit.
‘So y/n. What do you say?’
The announcer questioned when he realized she pulled away to not go back. She shook her head immediately. Not knowing the exact answer the guy searched for but taking a general approach. The crowd 'spoke' again. Emitting shouts and a small portion of laughter. Y/n stood, looking like a lost puppy, waiting for the guy to speak. Instead she got a firm hand to her waist though. And before she realized, she felt a firm pressure on her lips.
Calum, although the furthest. Got to her before anyone else. Pulling the short brunette from her confused state. Kenny knew she wouldn’t pick him. He wanted to at least feel her lips on his, though. Calum let go of the shorter brunette’s upper portion of shirt when his friends stepped in. Grabbing his shoulders and pulling him.
"Don’t fucking touch her!"
He was upset he had gotten to press his lips to yours. There wasn’t a way he could undo that. But her hand’s wiping motion on her mouth assured him she didn’t want or like the feeling recently present on her lips.
‘That wasn’t part of the rules Kenny, bud. Sorry but she didn’t pick you anyway,’ the guy said, shaking his head and pointing to the stage’s steps. Barely believing they didn't even get to the second person. Kenny only flared his arms before stuffing then in his pockets and moving off the stage. Not putting up a fight, embarrassed. The crowd’s booing in-time with his head’s lowering stature. Y/n still stood, not even fully aware of what went on. But putting the announcer’s words and the crowds noise together to make an assumption. The guy walked towards y/n, removing her blindfold and turning her towards Calum.
‘Aw, sorry guys,’he directed to the audience. ‘Party’s cut short. We didn’t even get past the first one. But you guys know the rules. No breaking them.So here you go mate. You’re the lucky winner. She’s yours,’he pushed Y/n towards him. Catching her before she fell.
Just as he was beginning to think the guy had morals after all.
The four party-partners on stage’s sighs being over powered by the crowds clapping at the announcement of the next auction as they were being lead off stage. Calum not taking his hand off Y/n’s lower back, until they were reunited with the other two.
Y/n’s pov~
“Y/n! Holy shit, are you alright?” Aubrey was the first to speak. I hadn’t said anything since i’d gone- been dragged to the stage.
What a horrible experience.
I didn’t have half the mind to speak to Calum. The memory of what happened before adding to this only making me want to cringe, and burry myself 6 feet under. But I had to cope with my scarlet face instead. “Let’s get out of here.” It was as we were walking towards the gates, going around the people, towards the bar, that I decided to speak up since we were ‘coincidentally’ left to walk behind the others. No one had said anything after the initial concern. The once-easy socializing becoming awkward tension as we walked. I tapped Calum’s shoulder, since he had decided his shoes looked really nice all of a sudden. And muttered a
‘Thank you’
when he looked up. He smiled. A small shy smile that made the corners of my mouth turn a bit. And looked back at his shoes before speaking up.
“I’m sorry about before. Th-the thing in the- um yeah. I didn’t mean to, you know,” he blushed. I looked at his reddening face, reciprocating it. Not knowing how to respond, I let the silence fall before us again. Watching the others way ahead of us, their pace seeming to have increased. Or our’s decrease.
“I don’t usually do that. Aubrey made me. Well, not- uh made me. Convinced. Yeah- I don’t usually do that,” I tried to reason.
i dont usually do that’ way to go y/n, you idiot.
I turned at the sound of his laugh, to find him looking where he was stepping through the taller-than-normal grass in the lot. “I know. I couldn’t tell,-if that’s any help..Wait-that’s weird. I meant you’re good.-no I mean you are it’s just- I know you wouldn’t do that- I believe you,” he flared his arms a bit. The blush on my cheeks remained from his compliment and my laughter at his rambling. We were slowly starting to get over the initial awkwardness. And apparently so were the others since by the time we reached them, perched up on what i’m guessing is one of the guy’s car, they were laughing together.
“We should go,” I cut in. Looking at Aubrey. “I can take you. If you want,” Calum answered before Aubrey said anything. I was about to explain that we came here together; Aubrey and I, but was cut short by her acceptance for me. Declaring she ‘wanted to stay a bit longer and talk to the guys’.
Really, even after that. great
. As awkward I knew it’d be, I accepted not wanting to stay any longer. So with a few ‘goodnight’s and ‘bye’s and a not so subtle wink from Aubrey, we were off.
“You know,” he started once we were on the road. “..I’ve kinda been meaning to tell you something.” I blushed at his words, having an idea as to what he was going to say. “Yeah,” I calmly said. Going completely against my brain’s frantic state. “I- I uh, I have a crush on you. I like you y/n.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I mean, I’ve like you for a while. Just too shy to say anything- I mean, after that-”
“I like you too,” I cut him off. Looking at the radio’s flashing lights. Glancing up to see him looking back at me with a smile.
“So.. do you want to go out sometime- tomorrow,” he elaborated.
“Yes.” — “I’m sorry for making you spend that money-I’ll pay you back,” I remembered after a while.
“It’s fine. I chose to pay.”
“Yeah, thanks. Sorry again, you had to buy me.”
“It’s fine, really,” he placed his hand on my thigh. “I got a date out of it didn’t I?” he winked.
“Yeah," I laughed.
The thought that he had in fact purchased her from the auction made her feel guilty, she felt the need to repay him. To do what he had payed for. She surprised herself with her thoughts. She questioned the amount she had to drink, but it couldn’t be enough to make unconscious decisions after all this time. The worry that he might not want to though made her hesitate. What was he going to think? She decided against her conscience for a minute. But the circles his thumb was making on her thigh, his confession, and her friend’s suggestiveness made her speak up.
Summary: Y/n may have gotten herself in over her head when she goes to the school's biggest 'party', that's more of a Rated R 'fun fair'.
part 2
Y/n's pov~
“Hey, did you get number 4?” Kenny, a classmate, asked from behind causing me to turn around.
“No, i’m still on number 2. Hey, how did you do it?” “Just cube both sides and divide my two.” “oh ok, thanks.” “Hey are you going to The Wash?” he asked before I managed to turn back towards my desk. “Oh, I’m not sure yet,” I replied, knowing my answer, and turned back to my desk. The Wash. Otherwise known as 'THE event of the year', in the words of the football team. Its ironic, really.
At this time of the year the jocks and cheerleaders make it their priority to waste ink and hand out an immense amount of tacky fliers inviting anyone and everyone to 'the most looked forward to party in high school’.
Not that there’s anything wrong with party-ing. Free booze and food while listening to sometimes-too-predictable music isn’t really something to complain about, and there wouldn’t be any doubt in my mind to go if that’s all that this was. But no, not at all.
The Wash, or what I like to call Degrade Place, is just that. A place where the 'hotter' you were the more 'fun' you’d have. The whole ‘event’ is held in an abandoned warehouse most likely found by the jocks, who were the one hosting this lovely social gathering. And if that wasn’t sketchy enough, its held on the opposite side of town. Decided it was probably safer that way, in means that no one could get kicked off campus and such. The party itself isn’t much of a party, more like a fun fair, without the fun, just added embarrassment.
The degrading starts straight off the bat as you show up. Your supposed to go up to someone at the entrance who will 'look you over’ and give you a colored bracelet literally based on how physically attractive you are. And if that doesn’t lower your self esteem you can go try any of the ‘activities’ being held inside. Some of the games are somewhat normal for parties like a match of beer pong, or I Never, hell, even a wet t-shirt contest would be tolerable. And although these party games are somewhat boring at times they’re hard to resist when its either drinking another red cup full of cheap beer or getting bid off to someone you don’t even know.., yeah.
That isn’t even the worst of it. Ive been told there are cook offs, to see which girl you’d want to ‘take home’ based on how good of a sandwich she made. Make-out contests with random people was a fairly talked about one, along with a few others. But the worst was the ‘NSFW’ section. I didn’t even know the jocks knew about acronyms, let alone this one.
I thought it was all a rumor made up by the hormonal teens who just hadn’t gotten over last year’s Wash, but Aubrey confirmed everything when she described what she saw when she went. Being the somewhat ‘reserved’ person I am, I’d stayed at home every year for the big event. Everything I knew was either heard from the multitude of teens in the school or told by Aubrey, my friend and source of detail for The Wash, since she went last year. “Is that even legal?!”
The very predicted fliers were already scattered across the entire campus, littering the hallway walls and hands of the overly excited young adults awaiting this weekend.
“So you’re going for sure this Saturday right.” Aubrey asked as we sat at the round lunch table.
“What? Are you crazy? Sorry, but bringing my insecurity levels through the roof isn’t something on the top of my to-do list.”
“ Oh, come on. You’re exaggerating, it isn’t even that bad. What’s a little dick-sucking contest gonna do to you,” she whispered the last part before I spat some water on the table and she burst out laughing.
“What?! Do they actually do that?” She managed to calm down enough to lightly nod her head.
“That’s not even the worst thing. Trust me after going there you’ll understand why some of these dumb bimbos have “buns in the oven”, she finger quoted. “But honestly Y/N, its all in fun. You don’t even have to do anything, you can just watch or go dance or anything. Its just about going out and having some fun before we waste our school years,” she tried to bargain as she spooned a mouth-full of pasta in her mouth.
I’d admired, in a way, the extrovert of a person she was but stuff like getting drunk at parties wasn’t really my scene. Hell, just saying the word sex out of Health Ed made my cheeks turn an obnoxiously-occuring red.
“Y/N you said you were going to go last year! And you left me hanging to stay at home and be a prude. And don’t even try to tell me you were studying ‘cause that’s a load of crap.”
“I’m not a prude,” I almost interrupted. “ Its just that going to a party to either have or watch people have sex isn’t really my thing,” I debated, already feeling the familiar heat radiating off my cheeks.
“Prove It,” she responded. “Prove that you’re not a prude and come to The Wash with me tomorrow.”
“ No Aubrey,” I sighed.
“ Y/n’s a prude. Y/n’s a prude,” she started to chant, causing me to roll my eyes and laugh at her immaturity.
“You know,” she started before having another bite of food. “ I heard Calum’s going.”
Calum Hood. aka the reason i have trouble focusing in class.
I couldn’t help it. I don’t know what exactly drew me to him. But at some point during the year I began to notice my attraction towards any little aspect of him. Like the way crinkles form under his eyes when he laughs or the slightly baggy band t-shirts he wears as if it were his uniform, even the carefree friendship he held with a couple of the guys was enticing. Point being, maybe a small crush had been developed over time. But just that, a crush. I never planned, or plan, to tell him or anything. The few times we have spoken have been just small talk. Not like I could’ve talked to him for more that a minute without turning as red as a tomato and stuttering like I was driving on a gravely road anyway.
“Aubrey that’s a very low blow and you know it… Why would he be going to something like that? Actually, I don’t care if he goes, I don’t even know him that well. And he doesn’t know me."
“Exactly! What if he goes? You’ll have a chance to talk to him. Or maybe even..,” she raised her eyebrows suggestively making me roll my eyes and turn to my tray. "Please Y/n! Please please please please please please please! Just come party with your amazing friend. You may get a date out of it! or at least you may talk to someone else. We’ll leave as soon as they start playing dumb music. Just come with me! I don’t wanna go alone. Who knows, maybe you’ll even end up having fun and want to stay. Pleassee?” she begged almost getting on her knees before I grabbed her elbow, to stop her.
“Aubrey,….uh,” dammit. The last thing I want to do is stay at home and be bored out of my mind. Going to, basically, watch live porn wasn’t my first choice either but, what if she’s right? Maybe I need to have some fun? Ugh. "Fine. But we’re gonna leave as soon as it starts to suck,” I faked a strict finger in her direction. “And we’re not gonna watch people 'do the do’ ” She almost managed to knock over her tray of mediocre lunch food as she jumped in her seat.
“Yes! Finally! I promise it’ll be fun.”
“Sure,” I muttered.
“So I’ll come over at around six?”
“Why so early? I didn’t think it started that soon.”
“It won’t but I’ll come over to get ready. Like a pre-party party,” she said making me laugh at her over excited state.
“Fine.”
——Next day
Other than doubting going a million times and starting to think of excuses in order to stay cooped up at home, nothing much had gone on today. All day has been spent on thinking about tonight. I’d managed to even stay put from going on any social media for today after checking it in the morning only for there to be endless mentions on The Wash and how excited people were to go. The knock on the door was what brought me back from my thoughts. I hadn’t even noticed it was almost time for Aubrey to get here for the ‘pre-party party’ as she called it.
“Well look at you,” she started as she walked in with a backpack. “Is that what you’re wearing?” she jokingly asked eyeing my sweatpants and baggy t-shirt, before I struck a pose.
“Obviously.”
“Okay so we’ve just got to choose our clothes now,” she stated. Starting to lay out the clothes from her backpack on the bed. I hummed in agreement, still anxious for the night ahead, as I turned to my closet about to look through my clothes. It was already half past eight and we had to choose what to wear since we’ve spent the past 2 hours just talking and maybe having a drink or two, to ‘ease the nerves’, as Aubrey said.
“What are you doing?” she asked when she noticed me looking at my clothes. “Picking an outfit? isn’t that what we’re doing?”
“No i'm looking for one, in fact, I already know which one I’m gonna wear. This one,” she stated lifting up the pretty garment.
“Then what am I wearing?” I asked clearly confused by her declaration.
“This,” she said after reaching into her backpack and pulling out a neatly folded dress. Handing it to me, clearly proud of her choice, as she held it up against me with a giant grin on her face.
“Don’t you think its a bit much? It looks kinda fancy,” I stated. “No,” she quickly responded. “ The point is to look hot. And you’ll look that. Just go try it on please.”
I turned my back to her and slipped on the dress after removing my lazy clothes. I walked a bit backwards hinting Aubrey to zip me up. I turned back around after she did and flattened down she dress at the front a bit.
“Well damn,” she flirted before laughing. “See Y/n, you look great.”
“Well thank you. You too,” I smiled. She had taken it upon herself to dress while I did. “But I’m wearing my white converse with this, so you can put those away,” I stated pointing at the tall sparkly heels she had brought for my outfit. “And I don’t need the purse.”
“ Fine,” she grumbled while slipping into her high shoes.
It was already going to be ten by the time we finished with our makeup and hair. I’d asked if we were going to be late but Aubrey said it was just in time for the ‘fun’.
We headed out after making sure we had everything. The 20 minute drive was surprisingly quick, but that may have just been the nerves or because we sung along to the radio the whole way.
We pulled up to a bit of a secluded area with a somewhat desperate need for a grass cut. It looked dark but you could see a warehouse past the main gate, where bright colorful lights were being shown. We headed straight to the gate after Aubrey parked the car, it being a bit difficult with all the cars already there. “Just act normal. I think my buddy Fred is giving out the girl’s bracelets this year, so we’re good,” she smiled as we got closer to the gate.
Surprisingly, there was a bit of a line. One for guys and one for girls, separated by two long tables placed next to each other, where there where colorful paper strips. By the time we got closer to the end of the tables, near the front of the line, I could definitely tell the paper strips were the bracelets. As the guy judging the girl’s line shamelessly checked out the girl in front of him and wrap a colored slip on her wrist. It was kind of nerve wracking, standing there waiting to be checked out by some guy while being less than a foot away from a line of guys waiting for the same, but with a girl ‘judge’ instead.
We were next in line by the time i’d realized i’d zoned out a bit. But before I could even step closer to the guy in front of me, Aubrey lunged towards him while he received her with open arms. “ Fred!” “ Well, look at you,” he playfully wolf whistled towards my cheery friend. “Definitely orange,” he stated grabbing the corresponding colored slip and wrapping it around her wrist. She thanked him, and hurriedly pushed me towards him, almost making me stumble with surprise.
“This is Y/n. My partner in crime,” she said as she exaggeratedly hugged my shoulders with one arm.
“So this is the famous Y/N.You finally convinced her. You left out how hot she was,” he winked.I blushed, not sure if from flattery or embarrassment.
“Here you go beautiful,” he said while placing the orange colored paper around my wrist. “Well have fun you two. Remember to use protection!” he shouted as we walked past him, into the building.
And again the annoying heat placed itself on my cheeks. What did I get myself into? That question repeated itself a thousand times over in my head once I caught sight of the inside of the warehouse.
The place was covered in paint and fliers and spray painted posters. There were hundreds of people there, but it was surprisingly uncrowded, at least at the end we were on. I didn’t even have to walk two steps into the place to see a giant ‘NSFW’ banner hanging from the ceiling at about halfway. Past that banner, were various stations, placed like games would be placed at the carnival, in booth or tent-like style, some all covered in black curtain-like material.
I had seen more skin in the first 5 seconds of walking into this place than I have my entire life. It was overwhelming. The half end we came in through was themed like a ‘normal’ party. There was a dance floor full of drunk and sober teens dancing to the beat of the loud music playing throughout the place. I’m surprised it wasn’t heard from outside. But once a song came to an end and there was a slight pause before the next one, I understood and hoped they kept it that loud, louder if they need to.
The few quieter seconds of silence were not quiet at all. All that could be heard by that time were moans and groans and even a shout or two. Few people turned when they heard a particularly loud one or when the cheering of the crowd on the other side of the building got louder for a second or two, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away if I wanted to. From my place, or any place for that matter, you could see people doing thing usually only done when alone. I glanced around a bit over the crowd of dancing people and saw a few of the signs at each of the booths at the ‘NSFW’ section. “5 knuckle shuffle” “Blowie contest” “Striping fun” “Eating out ;]” “Quickies” “Stranger Fun" I almost burst out of the room. So much for privacy.
I turned to Aubrey with eyes and mouth wide open which only caused her to burst out laughing.
“What? We’re in our experimenting years,” she shrugged off like people we knew weren’t just having intercourse in front of everyone.
“ Did you do anything last year?” I questioned hesitantly. To which she nodded and explained her appreciation for the “Eating Out ;]” stand.
“It’s fun,” she said a bit louder after the next song had started. “ We’re just experimenting and letting loose. Plus not having a boyfriend could be frustrating at times,” she laughed.
We only stayed put for a few more seconds after my initial shock before we headed over to the drink area. The ambient was still slightly unwelcoming since everyone was either getting drunk or having sex with a stranger, and I wanted to do neither. Not being very big on the drinking limited me to only a couple cheap beers and a red solo cup full of some kind of concoction Aubrey created for me, which I still haven’t finished. She wasn’t rushing herself into a drunken state either. She was surprisingly at the same pace I was. Which is strange for her since she loves to have her fun and forget everything in the morning.
We were both just standing at the edge of the makeshift bar area slightly swaying to the music and just observing the crowd while trying to disregard the fornicating people a few meters away. I turned to Aubrey about to attempt and make small talk but I found myself standing alone. I looked around, worried she ditched me, but there she was, a few feet in front of me, pulling away from a hug and into another. I was about to turn and place my cup down to go and greet what I thought were some of her guy friends, when I noticed who she was hugging. Calum. He came. With his friends. I stood there debating if I had the guts to go say hi, but even thinking about it made me nervous. I decided I’d go and not be the antisocial person drinking in the corner alone. I looked over towards them and they were just talking. Aubrey made some kind of hand motion towards them before running back to grab my arm and drag me towards them without saying anything but a muttered ‘good luck’. She managed to drag me the few feet towards them and placed me right in front of her.
"Oh, hey Y/n,” Luke was the first to greet followed by a hug. I had each of the guys in at least one of my classes so I at least knew their names. Michael and Ashton also said hey and hugged me with one hand since they were already holding a drink in the other.
I pulled away from Ashton’s hug expecting to greet Calum next but we both just stood there smiling and staring at each other for a second before I felt a hand on by back push me towards him. I placed my hands in front of my chest in order to try to stop myself but I was in arms reach of him already so he reached out to stop me from falling. I immediately turned my head to glare at Aubrey but she just fake picked her nails while shrugging and mouthed an ‘oops’. I realized I was still in Calum’s arms and I immediately pulled away, furiously blushing.
“Sorry,” I apologized while looking up at him to see if I had hurt him. “Are you okay?”
“Wha- Yeah,” he coughed. “It’s fine. How are you?” he finally greeted.
“Uh, fine. Fine. How about you?”
“Um, great, yea. Just great,” he nodded. Putting his hands in his pockets and coming to my side, in order to look at the dancing bunch of people.
“Oh My God,” Michael interrupted the silence. “Thats the best you guys can do? ‘How are you?’,” he mimicked. Only causing us both to look anywhere else but at the other.
What the hell was he on about?
I was gonna excuse myself and go get a drink to avoid the awkward tension now present but Aubrey spoke up first. “ Hey guys, can I show you something? I think they have really good mixed drinks over at the bar,” she smiled towards the three guys standing in front of her. I was about to start walking towards the bar as well, silently thanking her for reading my mind before she turned towards Calum and I.
“You guys can wait here. We’ll be right back. We’ll brink you drinks.” I was gonna grab her arm and silently scold her but she skipped ahead leaving us here. Alone. I didn’t want to just stand there so I tried to start small talk. I looked up to him only to see him already looking back at me, but looking away when I turned.
“What?” I asked. Curious of his actions.
“ Nothing,” he shook his head.
“ You look very pretty,” he said after a second. “You got an orange band,”he stated pointing at my wrist.
“Oh yeah,” I inspected my wrist.”What about you?” He held up his arm showing the similar orange band.
“You look nice,” I complimented to which he thanked me and chuckled. Adding to my list of attractions to him.
“I didn’t think you would come,” he spoke up. “To the party.”
“ Yeah, it really isn’t my thing. Watching people do it isn’t really one of my favorite hobbies.” He chuckled at my response before I quickly added, “But Aubrey convinced me. Thought I’d have a bit of fun instead of staying at home.” He nodded before he explained that the guys dragged him here as well.
“Are you gonna, uh, go to the stands over there?” he hesitantly asked. Nodding to the other side of the warehouse. I looked at him for a second, genuinely thinking if I was.
“ Um, I’m not sure. Are you?”
“ I-I don’t know,” he coughed. “I might.” I heard Luke speak up behind us before I could respond. And then came the rest of the guys and Aubrey.
“Hey, guys. We’re back.” We both turned, facing the others, without drinks, as they made small talk. Aubrey and Ashton whispered something into each others ears and Ashton spoke up.
“ Um, we’re gonna go check out the other side. Do you girls want to go?” he directed towards Aubrey and I.
“I think I’m actually gonna go get a drink,” I quickly said. I saw Aubrey glance at me then back at them before she whispered in Ashton’s ear again. He said that they’ll be around and to go look for them after we get a drink If we wanted to. We half heartedly said goodbye, half expecting to see each other again before they were on their way.
“ Y/n!” Aubrey whined.
“What?”
“Why didn’t you say yes? You could’ve kept talking to Calum!”
“But they were gonna go look at the- the stuff over there.With the moaning and boobs and stuff!”
“Ugh. You goofball. So? Maybe he would’ve liked it and invited you to go into one of the stands with him.”
“W-well what i-if I didn’t want to go into a stand with him?”
Aubrey just raised her eyebrows at me knowingly. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t want to go and make out or something with THE Calum Hood? The guy you’ve been crushing on for ages,” she said. Making me think for a second. “But what if he would’ve thought I was easy!” I defended.
“But you’re not. He knows you’re not! Everyone knows you’re not! People here are just trying to have fun and maybe and orgasm,” she chuckled. Ugh, I do need a drink. We stayed at the ‘bar’ for a bit. We’ve only drank half of a can of beer each while we talked. “Let’s just go,” she repeated for the millionth time. “You know what? Fine! Fine. Lets go see people have sex and strip and buy each other! Fine lets go!”
Aubrey didn’t seem to be fazed at all with my small outburst. She just smirked and stood extending her arm out in front of her indicating me to 'lead the way’. I looked at her quickly before downing as much of the beer I had left as I could, it not being much. We walked over. Aubrey a bit more cheery than me.
There were people having an auction in the center of this half. Where the dance floor was on the other side. There were currently a few girls, all dressed up jokingly posing for the half drunken bodies of the guys yelling out their bids. Aubrey grabbed my upper arm and pulled me towards the perimeter of the building, to the stands.
We walked and at the first one, with the “5 Knuckle Shuffle” sign, there were guys sitting on chairs or stools. 4 total, side by side. With their members in their, or a random girl’s, hands and head thrown back. Apparently they were racing to ‘the end’. I fought off the strong urge to cover my eyes. One of the guys groaned extra loudly while clutching the sides of his seat, arching his back into a girl’s hand and releasing all over it as the crowd of people viewing the ‘event’ cheered loudly. I couldn’t help but look at what was going on, even after he’d finished. The guy had gripped the back of the girl’s neck and kissed her harder than i’ve ever seen in the movies.
Aubrey seemed unfazed by the situation and even clapped at the winner’s success before moving onto the next stand, looking back to make sure I followed. The next stand was the “Eating Out ;]” one. Pretty self explanatory, really. It had the same concept as the other. First to finish wins. There were the same amount of girls, 4, side by side. But instead of a chair or stool, they had narrow tables. The girls were laid on the tables as they squirmed and moaned at the sensation they were getting from the guy’s head in-between their legs. I’d only ever seen such actions being done through a screen. I started getting butterfly-like feelings in my stomach. It was impossible to not get turned on by the visuals and sounds that were going on. I turned to speak to Aubrey but, to my surprise, she was locking lips with some random blonde guy. They seemed to be really into it as he was pulling her onto one of the, now empty, tables and seeing her in that position is not something I wanted engraved in my mind, so I decided it was best to leave. I chose to just go in order of the stands.
There was a blow job contest, stripping, fingering, quickie, hell, there was even a ‘toy’ stand. I walked as I looked, too stunned by the things being done by some of the students in class that don’t even say a word. I kept walking until I bumped into someone else. I quickly apologized as I looked up, only to realize I had bumped into Luke’s back. I quickly straightened myself out before he turned around.
“Oh, hey again Y/n,” he chuckled.
“What’re you doing?” he asked remembering what was around us. I blushed as I tried my best to keep calm.
“U-uh, Aubrey brought me over here. T-to look at th-the stuff, this,” I motioned around. “But she uh, left me to go, uh, yeah.” So much for keeping calm.
“Oh,” he nodded understanding. “Well, uh, you can just hang with me, if you want.”
“Sure,” I nodded.
“Where are the other guys?”
“Oh, uh Michael and Ash went to that stand over there,” he pointed to the “Blowie Contest” one. “And Calum’s in the restroom. He should be back any second,” he said. Stuffing his hands in his pockets. We waited for a few minutes watching a tall red head being bought off for $250, unspeakingly deciding that was better than to watch some random couple go at it. Luke chuckled at the mention of the final price.
“Luke,” I started. “Do you know what they do after bidding on someone?” “They buy them.”
“They actually pay that amount of money?”
“Yeah. Thats how they pay for next year’s Wash,” he said. “Oh. What happens after someone buys someone else?”
“Um, usually they’re just paying for sex. Or any sexual favor,” he hinted.
“Oh. What if the person bought doesn’t want to do anything?”
“Well,if you’re in the bid, you usually agree to do whatever with the person. But sometimes you can be nominated, which means you go up there to be bought even if you didn’t sign up. And if you don’t want to do anything You’re just returned, i guess. Unless the buyer’s a dick” I nodded in response, not making him elaborate.
“Why? You want to be bid on?” he chuckled after a minute.
“Wha-no. Hell no,” I laughed.
“I’d buy you,” he said. Causing me to raise my eyebrow at him. “It wouldn’t be for me though,”he corrected. “I’d give you as a present to someone else. You can’t have all of this without taking me out to dinner first,” he jokingly gestured to himself making me laugh. Him laughing along.
“What do you mean you’d give me as a present? To who?” I managed to ask after calming down a bit.
“Hey guys. What’s up?” I turned and saw Calum standing with his hands in his jean pockets.
“Y/n here was abandoned by Aubrey,” Luke spoke up. Gesturing towards me. “Oh. What’re you guys doing over here,” he looked around blushing a bit. Luke just shrugged his shoulders and told him we were watching the auction. To which Calum just nodded.
“Y/n! Y/n!” The yelling caused all three of us to turn only to be re encountered with Michael, Ashton, and Aubrey. “Sorry for leaving you, had a bit of a- yeah. But you have to come here.” She pushed Ashton towards Calum and Luke and he whispered something to the blonde.
“Okay well, we’ll see you girls around,” Michael said.
“Okay later,” Aubrey yelled back as she dragged me away.
“Where are we going?”
“You’re going into a stand, I found the perfect one,” she almost cheered. “What?! No I’m not.”
“Yes you are! You remember that time we talked about blow jobs? Well now’s time for practice!”
“Aubrey I don’t think its a good Idea. I’ve never done that. And who am I going to do it to?! I don’t want people to watch me!” I thought I would’ve put up a bigger fight, honestly.
“Trust me! This isn’t a contest, they can’t see you. Its just a little room thingy. You won’t even see the guy and he won’t see you!”
“Then how would that work? Aren’t I supposed to-you know?”
“You’re separated by a wall. The wall has a hole for him, and you can do your thing,” she explained.
“You’re a horrible person, you know that right?” I tried to reason with her as we came to a stop in front of a completely covered tent-like structure. There were about 5 little sections that imitated a fitting room.
“You’ll thank me.”
Calum’s pov~
“What?! No guys. Fuck off,” I shook Michaels hand off my arm.
“Calum you’re going!”
“No!”
“Why not?!”
“I dont wanna go get sucked off by some random girl.”
“Would you like it to be Y/n?” Luke smirked.
“Shut up.”
“Come on,” Ash started, grabbing my arm again. "It’ll be worth it. Just pretend its her if you want,” he said as he dragged me towards the stand. I couldn’t stop the color rising to my cheeks at the mention of her name.
“Okay just go in there, and have fun,” Michael pushed me towards a curtain covered thing.
I mean, it’s a blow job. Maybe this will take my mind off of her for a while. Or make me picture her being mine even more.
I tried my best not to get hard out there but with all the moans all I imagined was her moaning. Especially after I saw her. She looked incredible.
Y/n’s pov~
“What do I do if no one is there?!”
“Someone’ll be there, I’ll make sure of it,” she redeemed.
“So your gonna know who it is?”
“Yeah. Just go in there already!” And with that she pushed me in through the black material, making me leaving her sight.
It was a tight space. Only about 3 feet from the curtain towards the makeshift wall. A small table was placed on the right corner of the floor with a bowl. The structure was all covered in the black material so it felt as if you were in a room alone. Aside from the constant loud noise of everything outside. The wall was a plain white one separating the two halves, i’m guessing. The only difference between this and any other walls was the hole on the bottom half of it.
i shouldn't do this. i dont know what to do. what if i hurt him? what if he hurts me? no. no. i can do this. i’ll just imagine it’s calum…wait, what?
My own thoughts surprised me. I’d talked to him for less than an hour total and here I was willing to think about pleasuring him.
I stood there for a bit debating walking out or not but I heard footsteps on, what seemed to be, the other side of the separation. I wasn’t even scared anymore just curious. I wasn’t even sure how it’d work. I’m supposed to get him hard aren’t I? Unless he already is. He probably is with what he’d have to have seen to get here.
He didn’t say anything, and I was to timid to, so I just waited a bit until I heard a zipper.
Aubrey’s pov~
I stepped away, heading towards the opposite side of the room Y/n had just gone into. On the other side, as expected, were Michael, Ash, and Luke.
“Did he go in?” I questioned once in front of them.
“Yeah,” Michael responded.
“Did she?”
“Yeah. Well I sort of pushed her, but, she’s in there. How did you convince him to go in?”
“ It’s a blow job Aubrey,” Ash started. “ A free one, with no commitment. That’s not something you think over for too long. Plus we told him to imagine it was her,” he chuckled. Making me smile. We just stood there, only moving away a bit to give them a bit of ‘privacy’.
“What’s gonna happen when they get out?” Luke asked. The two others, and I, just turned to the auction before he did as I spoke up.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Let’s just let them have their fun now."
Calum’s pov~
I wasn’t sure how to ‘start’. It was kind of quiet. I wasn’t even sure someone was on the other side until I heard a shuffling sound. Well, Whatever. I decided to go ahead and ‘prepare' myself, not that I had much of that to do. The words Ashton had encouraged were still in my head.
All I could think about was Y/n. And what it’d be like if it was her, and the things I’d do to her. She was just so innocent. Always quiet in class. And the way she blushed at the mention of anything even slightly crude,even if it was a joke, made my dick stiffen a bit.
I pulled myself out of my now really tight jeans and gave myself a few strokes at the thought of her. I only took a few seconds getting ready before I remembered that someone was on the other side. There was a whole conveniently placed on the white wall thing so I crouched down a bit, sliding my dick through it, wanting to get off at the thought of her already. The scenery itself was flustering. It’s like I was in a thought out kinky porno.
Y/n’s pov~
I was just stood there waiting for-i’m not even sure. I heard some shuffling after the zipper sound. Guess he was getting ready. I stood there with my hands fumbling in front of me for another second before I heard the shuffling closer to the wall. Then I saw him put ‘it’ through the hole.
Holy Shit.
Overwhelming, really, was the only feeling occurring in my brain. Not like I hadn’t seen one before. Its just that I hadn’t seen one that wasn’t made up of pixels and was coming through a small screen.
3rd person pov~
She stood there for another second, thinking of ways to approach him. The thought of possibly messing up and regretting all of this just now coming to mind. She pushed the thoughts to the back of her head as he retreated for a second, thinking there wasn’t someone on the opposite side of him. And taking a bit more time to give himself another few pumps. The sense of releasing a bit of pent up tension causing him to lightly close his eyes and groan.
He stayed groaning for what seemed like ages, really only being a few seconds. The fact that there were, possibly, hundreds of other moans and groans and shouts of pleasure coming from a few feet out of their makeshift room was completely ignored. All she could focus was on his noises.
The wall in-between then now slightly frustrating, but calming when she remembered she didn’t know the stranger on the other side. She decided now was a good a time as ever. The booth was a blow job one after all.
He managed to stroke himself a few more times before the sound of her knees hitting the ground caused his eyes to open and look at the hole on the wall, where he could slightly see she was.
A light tint of blush appeared on his face at the thought of being caught masturbating, but the large wall reassured him. He stopped moving his hand back and forth only to grab his dick at the base putting it back through the surprisingly-well-positioned hole. Y/n pulled back a bit after realizing she was too close, mentally creating a game plan. She’d never done anything like this, sure, but she wasn’t completely oblivious. She’d been in the paranoid position in her room at night many times before. Not like she’d never been online. She silently praised herself, in fact, the images and writing she had come across now seeming helpful.
She took a small breath, looking up at the wall as if she were looking into the person’s eyes, drifting her eyes back to the part of him she could see, before grabbing it. He had stayed waiting a few seconds, his hands awkwardly placed above his belly button, looking at the hole. Starting to wonder if she was gonna sort him out or not, before he felt her grip him. He couldn’t help but sigh at the touch. Her hands feeling much better than his; smaller and softer. She decided it was best to take her time, not wanting to cause him any pain. So she slowly moved her closed up hand back and forth on him.
She couldn’t help but admire it. The fact that it was already slightly wet-looking only confirmed the fact that he had been preparing himself. She could tell because it resembled a clip she had seen once before. She also noted the way it had a slight curve upward, that had become more noticeable since she first saw it. She was hesitating with her movements causing him to become a bit frustrated. But he decided against saying anything, not really wanting for the first words spoken between the two to be ‘Can you put it in your mouth already?’. Maybe it was just a part of her routine. One he didn’t know she didn’t have.
He shifted a bit; moving closer towards the barrier, trying to hint at her movements. She took it. Oral sex would probably be better if done as said. Her mouth slightly opened as she leaned towards his tip, but quickly closed before she took it in her mouth; kissing his colored head. She had seen the action done before, as teasing. She didn’t mean it as such, more like taking her time. All he took it as though, was teasing. Her different skin on him made him close his eyes and cause his breathing to deepen. Now he had the feeling of her slow hand and the entrance of the place he couldn’t wait to get into. As she repeated the action, pressing multiple shallow kisses to his tip and moving her hand to kiss a bit to the side, his thoughts seemed to all be directed towards the quiet, shy, cute girl he had seen only moments before.
He almost felt guilty. Feeling as if he were betraying her. There was no reason to though. He hadn’t asked her to be his, or even go out with him. He was too timid to speak to her for more than a minute. Scolding himself when he couldn’t keep his stuttering to a complete minimum in front of her. But here he was picturing her on her knees in front of him. Looking up at him with those pretty eyes he couldn’t get enough of. And his breath hitched in his chest as he pictured she was the one now wrapping her warm mouth around him. He couldn’t contain the small groan leaving his lips.
She had seen a few oral videos in her life. But most of them weren’t very believable when the ‘innocent virgin girl’ in the clip took the man’s 9 inch length all the way without even blinking. She took it upon herself to remember a homemade one she had come across one night. Wanting to use the memory as some type of guide.
She wrapped her lips around the head, lightly sucking when she remembered her still tongue, stretching it towards him and curling it up to lick to the small opening he had. He hissed at the action and braced his hands to the wall, as if he were going to be searched by an officer; moving his hips forward a bit more. Her head started to move a bit. Going forth a few inches as her hand did the same, and going back to give the tip a kiss or to admire the newly-present shine her mouth caused. She continued this action, trying to get used to her open jaw and having a penis in her mouth.
Calum looked down, not that he could see much. All he was able to see was his dick placed on the circumference of the hole. But if he angled it just right he could see part of her hand coming and going.
He found his shirt to be obstructing the view, so he gathered it above his belly button, trying not to retract from her mouth. To which she took no notice. She started going faster, trying to better her rhythm. Bobbing her head back and forth on him, slurping as un crudely as she could when she felt some saliva at the corner of her mouth. He heard, and it drove him insane. All he pictured was Y/n on her knees begging for him, sucking away at him with her innocent mouth; whimpering and calling his name. He wanted to grab hold of the back of her head, make her take more as he was beginning to feel the tightening in his stomach. But he only managed to fist his hands on the wall, leaning his head on it only to look down at himself, when he managed to keep his eyes open.
The thoughts of her only became more detailed with every lick and suck. Putting her in every position he could muster. Fucking her hard and taking her slow and deep. He was getting close.
He had started to thrust his hips forward until his pelvic bone hit the wall, almost making Y/n lose her rhythm with surprise. Having seen this, she assumed he was close and let her eyes close, letting him thrust into her mouth a bit. She could hear his shallow breaths, as he thrust into her lips, as she tried to bob her head to the best of her abilities thinking it’d get him there faster.
By this point Calum’s head was thrown back as he shamelessly groaned and moaned loudly, thrusting into the warm mouth sucking him off. He swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat and focused on the warm tight embrace he entered every time he moved forward. He sped up his hips, only a bit not wanting to hurt the girl on the other side. He still had respect.
She could hear him muttering something as his movements quickened, nearing his release. But she couldn’t understand it. Thats when the thought of him thinking of someone else entered her mind, of course. Her jaw and throat were becoming sore, so she held a firmer grip on his dick as he slid in and out of her mouth. Sucking extra hard while trying to swallow as much of him as she could. She wasn’t well prepared for the multitask, so it made her throat tighten when he reached a bit far back, only making him moan louder.
He felt himself twitching when her throat enclosed on him again. She remembered the clip and was about to pull away from him to jerk him off to his release seeing as he was close, and fearing the taste of his release would be as bad as she’s read. But when he felt her pull back even only what seemed a millimeter, he muttered for her to stay, desperately, speaking for the first time; ‘Please don’t pull back.’ ‘ I’m so close, please. I’m almost done.’
She was stunned at his needy-ness and the fact that he sounded like the boy she’s been crushing on. The one she saw moments ago. But continued at the boy’s request, wanting to finish to maybe catch a last glance of Calum. She moaned around the length in her mouth remembering a few tricks she’d read about, and that did the job.
Calum closed his eyes even tighter as he moaned curses and the name of the girl he’s been thinking about as he released into this girl’s mouth, imagining it was Y/n’s. He gave a few stuttered thrusts finishing off. Until he noticed the unmoving mouth as he tried to catch his breath. Stunned was an understatement. Had he just moaned 'Y/n’,her name? Could it be Calum?
Thats why he sounded like him.
She pulled away after getting out of her thoughts, now finding the bowl useful, spitting out his release in it. Not having even been able to think about the way it tasted.
She still didn’t get up from her knees, not even sure if she was happy that maybe her crush liked her back or scared- scared of something. Maybe that she had given him a blow job.
She had to find out if it was him, so before he could completely catch his breath and pull back, she spoke up.
"What did you say?" she said quietly, but he heard. And he heard her voice, the way it sounded just like Y/n’s.
"Sorry?" he asked politely, as he pulled himself into his boxers, still hoping it was someone else.
"Who’s name did you just say?"
"Y/n?” he muttered fearfully, feeling his cheeks heat up. He had just moaned another girls name, but that wasn’t the problem. He may have moaned the name of the girl on the other side. And in less that a second he felt the embarrassment of moaning her name, and imagining her, when it could’ve been her the whole time.
"Calum?"
The silence only confirmed their thoughts. And they both stood there starring at the wall, feeling the color drain from their faces.
