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shitihaveheardatwork · 3 years

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See You In Hell, Bratz Passion 4 Fashion: Diamondz!

Contrary to the opinions of many of my peers, I think weeding is awesome and I love it. There’s little I find more satisfying than an item of obviously low quality with no demand whatsoever coming into my attention and having the privilege of removing it from circulation.

Just to be entirely clear, we’re not talking about “extreme” or “controversial” content. I’ve had that conversation done to death a thousand classroom-polarizing times before. We’re talking about cheap. We’re talking about cash-grab. We’re talking about no artistic, cultural, spiritual, or even material value.

We’re talking about Bratz Passion 4 Fashion; Diamondz.

Some personal history first: I’m old enough that my last big toy phase before I reached the special level of adolescence where you have to openly condemn everything you once held dear as a child was Bionicles. I had the black bionicle from every generation up until that point, as well as a complete set of those little rolly-polly guys with the stretchy necks. I don’t know what they were called and I couldn’t be bothered to look it up for this lil micro-essay here.

What’s important is that they were cool. They did action-y stuff, I felt smart putting them together.

Waaaay Cooler, Smarter, Action-y, and REAL than my sister’s interests! Polly Pocket? Dumb! Pre-bronification MLP? Barf! Bratz? How fake can you get? Those were just shallow pieces of plastic made by toy companies. Not like my precious bionicles. So cool. So adult. So smart.

Then I watched the first Bionicle movie when it was on TV and realized I too was a cog in an elaborate toy commercial scheme. Something clicked in my horny mushy pre-teen brain, and I put away all my old favorite toys forever. It was now time to be shitty and elitist about intangible concepts instead, a hobby I’d keep until my early 20′s. But in addition to a change in hobbies, I also started to be a little bit less shit to my sister about her toys.

This confession out of the way, I don’t think my sister would have stopped me from throwing this DVD directly into the trash. My sister didn’t become a high-fallutin’ working-class intelligentsia asshole like her big brother, and we have nothing comparable in terms of media taste, but I think she would support me 100% if I told her I sent this DVD straight to hell. In fact I might call her later just to confirm. This disk was bad, is the moral of my story.

It took six paragraphs, but let’s talk about Day 3 on the job!

It was just me and Lisa today. I’ve upgraded from liking Lisa to absolutely loving working with Lisa. We talked everything from how her kids are doing to politics (she brought up Tr#mps latest satire-destroying phone call) to video-gaming to the history of animation. I genuinely like talking to her and it’s a shame she’s just filling in. If a job opens up at her branch, I’d apply for it, no question.

My boss Wallace, “Yer dad”-level queerphobe and Ron Swanson-esque libertarian, was putting out a metaphorical fire at another branch and I didn’t have to deal with him at all.

I did my opening routine. Checking the drop box, collecting the pull list, putting together holds, refiling returned materials, preparing ILL material, checking my work email, and the like. I was done with it all in about 90 minutes, with 4 hours left to go on my shift.

Wallace had told me to fill the time with anything I can qualify as “professional development” the week before, so I spent some time reading articles on the ALA website and googling “anarcho-librarianism” just to see what would happen. I found an abandoned blog and a twitter.

Then I remembered oh shit. I have to make a twitter don’t I

I don’t like twitter. I’ve tried to use it. I don’t get it. I’m too old to learn a new app. It’s impossible.

And yet I must. That’s where The Discourse is happening. That’s where the minds in my field are saying things. If I’m taking my career seriously, if I want to get a grip on the currents in my profession, I have to bite that checkmarked bullet. Stand by for updates on my professional twitter.

I got bored of being on the ALA site and ran out of productive things to google, and decided to look around the building for abandoned projects and mysteries to solve. It didn’t take long to find one, when I found a cart in the work room with a pile of DVDs in paper sleeves.

“Scratched” a post-it note on top said.

I asked Lisa if she knew how long these had been here, and she confirmed that they were in fact a hold-over from the previous staff that had left in a mass exodus some months before.

Well cool, I thought. I’ll see if these are too fucked up to play.

Commence with an hour of consuming children’s media, a few seconds of a minute at a time. I was fortunate that the work computers both had CD drives AND VLC media player! Thank you, past cool supervisor who put VLC on the work machines! Good call!

So I “watched” a few Dora The Explorers, a Care Bears film, that Trolls movie, Hotel Transylvania, and a Barbie horse adventure film, watching a few seconds before skipping a minute ahead to see if it would choke and skip.

See here’s the thing about scratched CDs. They’re weird. You can have a CD that’s fucked up completely (looking at you, my copy of Rollercoaster Tycoon 1) that still somehow plays fine like it just came out of the box. Sometimes scratches will seem totally superficial but goof up just enough microscopic binary that no machine will touch it. All these DVDs were ugly as sin, but that didn’t mean they were broken did it?

And it turns out a lot of them worked fine. That’s how I ended up watching Bratz Passion 4 Fashion: Diamondz which, unfortunately, played fine.

As I put the disk into the drive I remembered my sister’s participation in the Bratz toy craze. As an adult, a real one not the one I told myself I was at 13, I told myself that I might have a bias against this content, to just check the disk and not get judgy about what might be a kids favorite movie.

I uh... I failed to do that. BUT IT’S OK BECAUSE MY BIAS IS TOTALLY JUSTIFIED AND MY JUSTIFICATION IS RIGHT HERE

If you didn’t or don’t want to click the link, it’s a scene where the Bratz Diamonds are about to head out on some sort of fashion trucking marathon/race. Like any proper racer, the blonde at the wheel has a white-knuckle grip on the wheel, has just put their rig in gear, and in proper high-octane fashion, puts on a knowing smirk.

Except the smirk is, well... the animators just stretched the lips across the face further. I can’t do it justice, you just have to watch it, but I’ve done better animating just by pan-and-scanning around Windows Movie Maker.

This... isn’t content anybody needs. But I’m a librarian. I’m sworn to access. So the question becomes, does anyone want it?

I had to know, I had to know, how much circulation has this gotten? When was the last time this disk was in the hands of anybody at all besides me?

I popped it into Evergreen and behold: 15 check-outs since 2006 when it was released. No checkouts in the last 2 years.

I asked Lisa the proper procedure for removing something from the catalog, and in only a moment the deed was done. The case was repurposed, the disk trashed, the DVD cover recycled. It was time to go. I’d spent my remaining hours quasi-consuming children’s media.

I placed most of what I’d watched in a new pile, which I labeled “SCRATCHED BUT WORK FINE.” I placed one lone Barbie horse movie in a different pile labeled “SCRATCHED AND DOES NOT WORK.”

I felt like I’d accomplished something. I turned off the lights and I went home.

#adventures in librarianship #thisisme #work journal

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katebacks · 5 years

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A Night With a Vampire - Part 1 (m)

— pairing | Kim Taehyung /Reader

— word c | 6,305

— genre | Vampire! Taehyung, Slightly angst. Smut.

— summary | The end of the relationship leaves you lost and totally sad. Your friend is having a party and you promised you would. You just did not know that your life would change from there.

— warnings/tags | Bad words, Oral (female receiving). Explict sex.

‘Part 1′ | Part 2

9:30 p.m. - Friday.

“Get up, (Y/N)!" It was the thousandth time Jimin was knocking at my door. Holy shit, I cannot even sleep in this house anymore! My wristwatch marked nine-thirty at night. Today is Friday and I'm lying under my covers. I have no reason to leave here. My 4-year-old date ended a few days ago and I'm not in the mood to do anything at all. It was amazing to see the guy I loved saying that I wasn’t good enough for him anymore and that he was not interested in me anymore. Shit. I think a shotgun shot in my face would hurt less than that. “(Y/N)! Don’t make me break this door!” Jimin was my best friend and roommate. We were doing fashion college together. College which was a four hour drive, since in the city where we live it doesn’t have support for a college building or for a decent shopping mall.

Jiminie was always with me in all my fights with Lil and it was he who lent me a shoulder to cry on. How stupid of me … I've lost four years of my life with a guy, to get here and get a foothold in the ass, days before I graduated from college.

"(Y/N), I'll count to three, if you don’t open this fucking door …"

"I'm coming, Jiminie!" I yelled as I kicked the covers and got out of bed. That sucks. "What is it?" I asked, opening the door. I was surprised to see how he was dressed. "What ... Why are you dressed as Lord Voldemort?"

"Millena's fancy party is today, have you forgotten?"

"No, I didn’t, and I'm not going!" I spoke back to my bed and lay down again. Millena was our friend. She was also our classmate. Her parties are the most popular in the city because even in a city small as Forty City, there are not many people who can hold a party at the level of the festivals of big cities like New York and Las Vegas. She and Jimin had an overwhelming passion about two years, they dated, but they preferred to stay as friends. And that's why Jimin lives with me, he thought if he lived with her, they would probably fuck 24 hours a day.

"Is it because of Lil?" He asked sitting down on the edge of the bed. I nodded. "It's been a week, (Y / N) ..." A week? I'm worse than I thought. "You need to snap out of it. It’s over. End.”

"I already know that, Jimin." I said without any animation in my voice and I tucked my head under the pillow.

"Come on, princess?!" He pulled back the pillow and made me look at him. “You need to have fun. And Millena will be very upset if you don’t go to her last party in town, don’t forget that in five days we're going to Los Angeles. "

"What if he's there?"

"You're ignore him, you're 23. You're a beautiful woman, you can get any guy you want at this party."

"I will not have sex with a guy, a week after the end of my relationship.”

"You’re silly, I know Lil took about three girls just yesterday!" He said coolly. That actually hurt like a slap in the face. “We're planning on going to this party for weeks, (Y/N) ...”

What now? What do I do? What if I go to this party and Lil is getting another girl? How will I react? But what if I do not go and Millena gets mad at me? After all, I promised her I would come to this party and I already bought the costume. Should I go or stay here lamenting the end of my relationtship?

Jimin pouted... I hate when he does that! I always do everything he asks me when he pouts.

“Give me a few minutes. I'll get dressed.” I said with a half smile, watching his face light up and a huge smile appear. Before I could continue what I was talking about, Jiminie jumped on top of me, hugging me tight. Lord, when did he get so heavy? Are the muscles or hamburgers we always eat after we leave college?

"I'll wait for you in the living room. Don’t take too long or I'll take you there, naked!" He said and left jumping out of bed and before closing the door, he sent me a kiss.

That's it! Come on, (Y / N)... You can do it. I got up and walked dragged into the bathroom of my room. When I enter, I get scared when I look in the mirror. Holy shit, I'm horrible! My hair is a bushel, my eye pencil is blurred. I look like a beggar with nightwear rumpled.

Here we go…

I turned on the shower and pulled out my clothes, tossing them into a corner of the bathroom. I stepped under the warm water and closed my eyes as the water poured down my body. This should be the final cleaning. The water and the soap were wiping away all the fingerprints Lil had left on me when he touched me. All the touches were being removed by this water. I'm not the girl to whine about the spilled milk. I'm an attitude girl and that's what I have to remember today.

I opened my eyes, determined to use this party to forget the four years I spent dedicating myself to someone who would end with me near one of the most important days of my life. Something tells me that tonight is going to be the best of all.

After the shower, I wrapped my hair in the towel and went out to get my fantasy inside the closet. After I put her to bed, I grabbed a black lingerie in the drawer of the dresser, already wearing it. Black has always been my favorite color. And when I combine it with red I am even happier to have chosen it as my favorite color. I feel so exaggeratedly well with these two colors!

I took the towel from my hair and turned on the dryer to see if I could get a handle on that mane. Particularly, I liked my hair, I only hated it when it was too rebellious.

Some time later, I finished drying it and put on my costume. Vampire!

I never understood why I'm so crazy about vampires. No, I'm not talking about Twilight, I'm talking about Dracula. I'm literally crazy about movies where there are those fucking sexy leeches. Jimin thinks I'm crazy to think a vampire is sexy, he always says, ‘If these things existed for real you would not even want to get close to them, you would want to run away before he bit you’ But, I think if vampires existed for real, I would not be afraid of them. And I just want to be bitten by one. But it's all science fiction, that is, I will never know the feeling of being bitten by a vampire.

I looked in the mirror, finishing the makeup, basic thing. A blush, not too exaggerated black shade, mascara and an eyeliner to mark the eyes. I'm ready.

...

10:15 p.m. - Millena’s house.

"You arrived!" Millena ran up to me with open arms and jumped onto my neck before throwing herself over Jiminie. She was wearing a short white dress, clinging to her legs, she was a nurse. I'm not much surprised by this choice of fantasy, Millena always said that if she were not Fashion Designer, she would be a doctor. "I thought you wouldn’t come! In fact, you are magnificent with these fantasies."

"And we almost didn’t even come. (Y / N) didn’t want to get out of bed."

"But since Jimin is annoying, he knocked on my door, threatening to break it, and I was forced to open it." I turned irritated to him who raised his arms in surrender. "Where are the drinks?"

"This way."

We headed into Millena's two-story house. It was probably the biggest house in town. Her parents owned a branch of fashion stores that was spread throughout the world. They were in India now, signing another contract for another new branch there. I don’t even talk about my parents. They wanted me to be a lawyer, but fashion interests me more than defending those I know to be guilty. But when I chose what I wanted to do, they were understandable. Thank God! They even helped me with tuition.

As we walked to a place near the stairs where there was a table full of drinks and snacks, after all, an empty bag cannot stand upright, even more if that bag got drunk without having eaten anything, I observed the decoration of the house. Style "Murder House", there were pumpkins everywhere, black hearts balloons, decorative ribbons fluorescent and neon. Two globes of light hanging next to the $ 4,500 chandelier that Millena's mother bought at a store in Spain. The music it played was a kind of pop / electronic, the beat was strong and we could feel the ground shaking beneath our feet. The good part about living in a small town is that no neighbor can call the cops complaining about the loud sound, because the whole city is in here.

"Here!" She said handing me a glass with a red liquid inside. At the same time I took it, turned it over and swallowed all, feeling my throat burn. Fucking hell, now I get drunk.

"Slow down (Y / N)". Jimin said with a laugh. Only he knows how I get when I drink too much.

I was ready to go to the dance floor and forget that Lil once existed, when something made me look at the back of the room and I came across a man. He had one of his arms propped against the wall, a little above his head while talking to a girl. I found myself mesmerized. His black hair was a little below the nape of the neck and completely flat. I could not see his face completely, I just noticed the tone of his skin and wondered if it was as silky as it looked. He was wearing a black overcoat, his pants seemed to be the same color while wearing bad boy style boots.

"Who is he?" I asked Millena who was next to me, drinking something.

"He's my brother's friend. I don’t remember his name." she spoke and shortly after took a sip of the drink in her glass and reached for me.

"He's in college?" I asked trying to know if I had seen him around here. But of course her answer was no, because even if I had seen him before, I would remember. "Does he live here?"

"No. He's just spending some time here. My brother said he has a beach house in Los Angeles."

"Interesting." That was the only thing I said. Then I took a sip of Millena's drink and handed it to her. There was something about him that caught my eye, something I'd never seen in another guy, but it was hard to know what it when all the lights flickered, making me a little dizzy.

Then he turned. He turned to me. Even I can not see straight, his eyes showed pure intensity, intensity that made me have goose bumps and almost losing my balance. He stared at me seriously, and he ran his tongue over his lip piercing. I took a deep breath, feeling my cheeks burn. I should have looked like an inexperienced virgin, gasping for breath at the sight of a handsome man. I tried to open my mouth to say something to Millena, but the intensity with which he looked at me was making me unable to say anything.

"(Y / N)!"

I hear someone shouting my name, and pulling me out of the trance. I know this voice and I'm not happy to hear it now. I turn around and see Lil coming toward me, walking between people. He's dressed as a king. I should have imagined that he would dress like that, after all, he is full of himself! Lil walked dangerously close and so I took two steps back, moving away from him who had a a smile on his face. Idiot.

"Hi, I was praying you'd come." He spoke. I raised my eyebrow. "I need to talk to you."

"Talk about what?" I asked dry. If he's really thinking I'm going to be gentle to him, he's very much mistaken.

"Don’t be like that, (Y / N)." His hand came to my face, but before he could reach the destination, I slapped it down beside him. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "I just want to apologize, (Y / N)." Apologies? I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Does he want to apologize to me? Only Apologize? "I was an dick with you.I want to apologize and know if I still have a chance to get you back."

“You can forget the possibility of some day come back to me. Because it will never happen!” I was never submissive to any man, but with him I had been. And it will not happen again, not anymore. For me it's enough to do everything he wants. “In four years, everything I did was for you! I stopped going out with my friends for you, I let to go to parties because of you, just to you get there and say that I'm not good enough and that you don’t care about me anymore. Do you think a simple apology will erase the pain I felt when I heard you say those words?” I kept talking while he stood still, listening to everything he said. And that's what I wanted. In four years, he never stopped once if he wanted to listen to me, but that changed. “You can take your pink pony out of the rain, you idiot, because you will not touch me anymore.”

I walked past him, bumping into his shoulder and headed toward the exit. I knew I should not have come, my nerves are blossoming and I do not know how I managed to not jump on his neck and strangle him in the middle of the party. But I need to be superior and control the urge to kill him for everything he has put me through.

I looked from side to side as I walked, looking for Jimin or Millena to say that i would leave, knowing that I would be exposed to Millena's fury when i said that i was leaving because of Lil and knowing Jimin would want to tear his head off.

I stopped walking when I hit something concrete. I turned forward almost losing my balance again upon seeing that person. He was already without the overcoat, his shirt was dirty of something I could not identify what it was. His mouth also looked dirty from the same thing.

"Hi." And for the first time in my entire life, I felt my legs soften only when I heard the voice of a guy. I wanted to say something, I wanted to, but I could not. I was so hypnotized by those eyes that I could not think of anything to talk about. “I’m Taehyung.”

“(Y / N)!” I said and I was static as I felt him take my hand and bring it to his lips, giving a light kiss to it back.

“I liked your fantasy. You’re a Vampire?” He asked and I nodded. “Why did you choose this to dress?” He's curious.

“I like vampires.”

“Me too. We make a perfect match.” He said smiling and winking at me. It just me or is he hitting on me? “So (Y / N), do you want to dance? You don’t look very good ... you look bored.”

How did he guess? I looked back, checking if Lil was no longer there and thankfully he was not. I glanced back at Taehyung who continued with his mysterious smile. How resist a guy like that? Just looking at him makes me shiver. I nodded and saw that his smile widened. There was a break and a new song started. It was exactly my song, my favorite. Taehyung grabbed my arm and pulled me into the middle of the room where the dance floor was. He guided me among the people that were there and we stopped in the middle of all, getting too close, because there was not much space there, since it was practically full.

"What are you wearing?" I asked, raising my voice so he could hear me.

" I’m a Vampire." He spoke close to my ear making me sigh as I shivered. Taehyung drew back a little and his hands came to rest on my waist as we danced to the sound of Pursuit of happiness. We threw our bodies from side to side as we faced each other. In a matter of seconds I forgot my discussion with Lil. In fact, I did not feel so bad that he broke up with me the way it ended. People need to take a tumble from time to time to learn how to get up.

And I'm almost thanking him for breaking up with me, maybe if he hadn't done it, I probably wouldn't be dancing with the hottest guy I've ever seen in my life.

…

This was one of the best nights of my life.

First, I finished my 4-year relationship, but now I do not feel a bit sad about it. Second, I was dancing with the most beautiful and sexy guy of the party. And third, I am almost totally drunk. I was jumping and dancing to the sound of the best songs on the planet. Millena knows how to make a party playlist. My feet were already aching inside the high heel, but who cares? Jimin was gone with Millena, probably they were having sex in her room. Some people occasionally bumped into me, but I didn’t care, I was ‘too happy’ to care.

Taehyung was behind me, holding on to my waist as we swayed from side to side without thinking that the next day we would have our whole body aching for being moving so fast. My body was warming up and I needed more drink, or something to cool me down, and feeling the warmth of Taehyung's hands around my waist did not help cool me, but made me want to feel all the warmth of his body. How did he get me like this? I've never felt so involved with a guy like that for the first time. Maybe it was the intense look or the mysterious smile, or the fact that he was dressed as a vampire, and I had a vampire fetish. I was getting confused and with an almost overwhelming desire to kiss him, but my subconscious would not let me do it. It did not give me the courage to do it. As much as I was bitching with Lil because he ended up with me like that and went out fucking girls, two days after we finished, I could not do the same. At least I think.

“I'll get another drink.” He whispered in my ear and I nodded.

What I needed now was drink and lots of dancing. With Taehyung, of course. My hair should already be messed up by throwing my head from side to side and dancing madly. And again I say who cares? The lights blinked and the beat grew louder and louder every time, I'm in paradise. How i missed going to a party like that. When Lil and I were dating, he never let me go out for parties, and yet I was with him. I was so stupid.

Still dancing, I turn back, seeing Taehyung coming to me, carrying two glasses in his hands. I was taking drink from a stranger. But I don’t think he's going to do something bad with me because if he wanted to, he could have done it. The people here are so drunk that in addition to laughing at anything, they will all be worried about their vomiting soon. I took the glass from his hand as he pulled me around the waist and danced with me to the sound of Touchin On My.

His face was close to mine, his drinking breath was not disgusting like most other guys, it was a fresh breath. He put one of his legs between mine as we slowly descended to the floor without taking our eyes off each other. I drank all the contents of my glass and threw it on the floor, unable to hold on any longer, and pulled the back of his neck, sealing our lips. I heard a faint noise of something falling to the ground and then his other hand was gripping my hair, putting even more pressure on the kiss. The hand on my waist, down to my thigh, lifting my leg and wrapping it around his waist. I should stop, but his kiss tastes so good. It must be the drink, or the simple fact of him knowing how to leave a girl excited with just a kiss.

Now the hand in my hair came down to my back, pulling me even harder against his body, making me feel his erection between my legs. I grabbed his soft hair and pulled it lightly listening to him let out a low moan between the kiss as the beat of the song became even sexier. The hand on my back came down to my ass as we rolled our hips to the apex of the song. I could feel his hard cock, locked inside his pants, rubbing against me, which at this point was almost begging for him. We started down once more to the ground in the last chorus of the song. Rubbing against each other, feeling each other. Damn! I'm totally hypnotized by this guy.

When the song was over, we parted the gasping kiss, staring at each other. He released my leg, leaving it on the floor. His hands continued on my waist and my hands stills in his hair. A shiver ran up my body as I felt him caress my back. Fuck! I want more!

"You got me crazy for good!" He said, showing his boxy smile. His hand stroked my cheek and soon after we kissed softly. That was so good. “There's a guy staring both of us since we started to dance. Do you know him?” He asked after leaning his forehead against mine. I frowned, trying to understand, then he looked suggestively behind me. I glanced over my shoulder and noticed that Lil was leaning against the wall across the room, his eyes on me and Taehyung. He didn’t have a very good expression on his face. Taehyung’s hand squeezed my waist and I turned to him, who was looking at me curiously. I snorted.

“He's my ex-boyfriend. An idiot! Just ... Ignore!”

“Why did you break up?”

“We dated for four years and he broke up with me a few days ago. He said I was not good enough for him and that he was not interested in me anymore.” I spoke with debauchery, loud enough for him to hear. He made a thoughtful face.

"He's gay!" He spoke simply. I frowned. What? “He can only be gay to dismiss a girl like you! What I would not do with you if you were my girlfriend, (Y / N) ...” He whispered wickedly in his voice, close to my ear, making my body shiver for the thousandth time in a few hours. He gently pulled the back of my neck and kissed me again. But, I will not satisfy me just kiss him.

The music continued to roll. Taehyung kissed my cheek, then the lobe of my ear. The kisses came down to my neck and an electric current passed through my body making me run my arms around his shoulders, stroking his hair as he nibbled lightly at the sensitive skin of my throat. I gasped as I felt his hot tongue make a circular path there. If he leaves me like this now, I can not imagine what will happen if we go to bed and at that moment, I wanted this. Fuck my subconscious, fuck the reason. I want Taehyung, in my bed!

“I know we just met, but... I have to go to a more private place with you!” He whispered in my ear making me close my eyes at the shudder. I nodded, feeling my body heat up even more. He smiled, with his enigmatic smile. “It would be easier if we went up to some room in this house, but still, I want silence. The only sound I want to hear are your moans.” I nearly choked hearing those words, feeling the heat between my legs rise. Fuck, why so sexy?

"We can go to my apartment." I spoke with difficulty not to stutter.

“Okay.” He smiled again. He stroked my arm until his fingers were locked in mine. He led the way, making room for me to pass, using his free hand to get people drunk and messy out of the way, he held me close to him, almost stuck on his back, as if he were a shield. I couldn’t help but smile at that. It was weird. He had this enchanted prince's aura mixed with bad wolf. And i was loving it. We left the house and still saw many young people getting drunk and dancing to the music.

The street in front of the mansion was full of cars. I don’t understand why they drove to there. If they had three steps they would have arrived. As we walked, Taehyung put his arm around my waist, pulling me close, warming me because the wind was very cold. Winter was coming, so I do not doubt I'll have to buy warm clothes. After all, the winter became more and more rigorous every year.

I left my thoughts when I felt that Taehyung's arm was no longer around me. I looked to the side but he was not there, as I turned back with a frown, he was behind me, his back to me. Looking over his shoulder, he was holding Lil by the neck, using only one hand.

“Tae…” I started to speak, but Lil's stifled voice interrupted me.

"Stay away from her." Lil said, choking. I was totally without reaction, without words, I didn’t know what to do in front of such a scene. Taehyung's body was rigid. I could not see his face, but his shoulders were tense, and his free hand was clenched into fist, which showed that he was very angry.

“First, I'm older than you. Second, I'm much stronger than you. And third, if you don’t leave that girl alone, I'll kill you just as quickly as I can say 'get the fuck out of here' “ And the he threw him to the ground. Lil crawled back. He glanced at me before he stood up and turned his back on his way toward the party.

Taehyung turned to me, and blinked a few times, standing still, waiting perhaps for me to say something or do something. I did not even know what to do in that situation. I didn’t know if I appreciated what he had done or wondered what had just happened. I was more confused than usual. So I sighed and held out my hand to him. He bit his lip and gave me a corner smile, holding my hand and coming up to me. Soon we were headed towards my apartment again.

The building where I lived with Jimin was one of the only buildings in the city, hence the tallest. And I lived on the top floor. It had no elevator and it had 11 floors, so Taehyung and I would have to climb 11 rolls of stairs to get to my apartment. The good part is that we would be too hot, so we will take our clothes faster. bad part, we will get tired very fast.

We did not talk much during the climb, just looked at each other sometimes, flirting with the looks. When we reached the top floor, we walked to the last door in the hallway. I took the key from the boot and opened the door, entering and leaving it open so he could come in as well. I sat on the arm of the couch and ripped off the boots of my feet, feeling great relief. Looking back at the door, I see him standing outside, looking at me.

“ Are you not coming in?” I asked, and he looked at the open door. Then his gaze turned to me.

"Do you really want me to come in?"

"Of course." I Smile. "Come on! You can come in!" I said and another smile came from his lips. As he entered, he shut the door behind him, looking at me with a dark desire in his eyes. A desire that made me pant just to remember his kiss. He locked the door, threw the key on a small table beside it, and began to walk toward me. He approached me until he made me fall on the couch with him over me. Both arms rested beside my body. He passed the tip of his nose through the neckline of my costume, then in my neck, placing a kiss there and then his lips were glued to mine, making me grab the back of his neck and pull him to me.

“Where is your bedroom?” He whispered as he lowered the kisses to my neck.

"Last door down the hall." I whispered holding a groan.

His arms passed beneath me, lifting me up. Soon after he stood with me on his lap, making me entwine my legs around his waist. As he walked with me into his arms, I began to open the buttons of his blouse as i kissed his neck. Now it was my turn to tease him. I heard the door slam when he kicked it. Soon he was on top of me on the bed, kissing me fiercely while his hand did not stop pacing my body. I finished unbuttoning the buttons and pulled his shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room. I parted the kiss to admire what he had under his shirt. I let out a weak moan at the sight of his chest and his muscular arms. If he was already like this up here, I can not imagine how he should be down there.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and rolled over onto the bed, getting a surprised look. I sat on his lap and leaned over him, kissing his lips, cheek, neck, chest and then making the same way back. His hands descended from my waist to my thighs and soon after they rose, pulling my dress up. I sat down again and stood erect. I pulled the zipper off the dress that was on the side of it, down and began to take it very slowly. Then I threw it on the floor with his shirt. His hands rested on my breasts, massaging them gently over the bra.

"I don’t think you need it." He whispered and then pulled the sides of my bra, ripping it in two. I didn’t have time to complain, because his hands pulled me down and soon he had his mouth on my left breast while using his hand to massage the right one. I rested one hand on the headboard, closing my eyes and moaning as I felt his tongue making circular motions in my bosom. With my free hand, I touched his cock over the pants, listening to him moan and make more pressure with his mouth. "You will make me lose control." He whispered, taking the kisses to my neck.

“So do!” I whispered totally sedated by pleasure. His gaze darkened and his mysterious smile returned to his lips. He rolled over onto the bed and stood over me, his lips kissing my chest making me groan wildly. I squeezed the pillows between my hands as I heard my panties rip.

“I'll make you mine.” I heard his voice growing whispering and I felt his breathing down, making me arch as I felt his lips touch me. I sighed and gasped before groaning loudly and arching my body one more time. His hands caressed my chest and squeezed my breasts as his tongue caressed my clit. I placed my hands over his, holding them and putting them side by side on my body, squeezing them tightly according to the intensity of what I was feeling. “You’re so sweet, baby.” He murmured before he came down and up with his tongue over the length of my pussy. I could no longer control my groans as I felt the first orgasm coming. How the fuck is he doing this?

I squeezed his hands as he felt my legs soften and my pussy contracted. Fucking hell! I grabbed his hair and pulled it up, making him look at me with a wicked grin. He came up to me, kissing me, making me feel my own taste.

"Let me reciprocate ..." I whispered between his lips. He shook his head in denial.

"Not now, I need to get into you, or I'll go crazy." He said opening the zipper of his pants and throwing it away, along with his underwear. I gasped at the sight of his hard cock, and felt my cunt getting even wetter. He lay on me and thrust his hips against mine, coming into me, stretching my walls, making me scream with the force he entered into me. I gasped and held the headboard, trying to get accustomed to his cock inside me. He put his face on my neck and moved slowly.

"Did I hurt you?" He whispered. Too breathless to respond, I just shook my head in denial. I felt his smile against my skin. His movements grew faster and stronger, making it difficult to stifle the loud groans. He clung to me as I held to his shoulders. Both moaning loudly, uncontrollably. He increased speed and I moved against him.

Soon, he rolled over on the bed, putting me on top of him.

“Ride me.” He commanded, his voice hoarse, making my body tremble and my pussy throb. I began to move my hips, roll over and rub myself in it. His hands came off my waist and went to rest on the pillow under his head. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, narrowing his eyes. “You’re so fucking tight-fuck.” He moaned, pressing the pillow between his fingers. I let out a moan and smiled as I saw him like that, beneath me, at my mercy as I rode on his cock. I rested my hands on his chest and increased the speed of my hips. Taehyung let out a loud moan, before pulling hard on both sides of the pillow and as if it were a piece of paper, he parted it in half, causing me to stop the movements and widen my eyes, seeing feathers spreading through the air .

Half a second later, I was under him. One of his hands held mine over my head and the other was between us, massaging my clit as he pushed his hard and big cock into me. I closed my eyes, too ecstatic to care about what had just happened.

"Why so hot? Fuck, I can fuck you forever… Open your eyes and look at me." He groaned, his voice harsh, making me open my eyes and meet his dark eyes, full of malice and desire over me. "Beg me to make you come." He ordered, increasing his thrusts. "Say my name, baby. Tell me how much you want to come."

"Please, Taehyung. Make me cum. I need it so bad."

A dark smile fell from his lips and he laid his body on me. He began to use even more force in his thrusts. He brought both his hands up to my wrists on top of my head, pinning me completely to the bed. The noise of his hips against mine was filling the room, with to our groans of pure pleasure. Taehyung began to kiss and nibble on my neck, and I could feel my orgasm coming. When my cunt squeezed around his dick, and I felt that hot pain coming out of my core, I threw my head back, groaning loudly as he fucked me hard.

It was then when I felt a strange pain coming from my neck, as if he had bitten me, but a real bite, the one that plucked blood. I groaned in pain, but I was too numb with orgasm to say anything more. Then he lifted his head, pushing his cock quickly inside me. My views were stained, and I began to feel sleepy. I wanted to say something, but the last thing I saw before my eyes closed, was the blood dripping out of Taehyung's mouth, along to his fangs.

Fuck, they exist. Taehyung is a vampire.

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