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“I swear you see Murayama, he rejected Oshiage!”
“Really that girl from Ichigo Milk, isn’t she that really tall one, what are they called-”
“-The fucking twin towers..”
“-Hey you got a light?”
“Sure”
“I swear if I could just hit it once with Cobra!”
“How big do you think his dick is?”
“Whatever the size he must know how to use it the way he fights!”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well with stamina for fighting you know he definitely uses it in other places too!”
“Ha! As if you could ever get with him, hey what about you Ishigiri who would you hit?”
“God y’all have no taste, too young, it's the older men where it's at! You saw Rocky when that big fight went down, he’s a definite yes!”
“Eww that old dude, why?”
“Hey! No digs on the older ones, besides he’s got a reputation you see~a generous lover apparently~and he’s rich, if you made it in his bed he’s bound to spoil you!”
“Whatever you can take the old men, I’d rather Todoroki from Oya Kou, you hear how he won against Suji & Shibaman?”
“Yeah but he lost in that brawl with Murayama”
“See this is why I’m telling you, Murayama is the hottest SWORD leader”
“No, it's Cobra!”
“Bitch I’m telling y’all you gotta go with the older men, definitely Rocky!”
“Hey, what about Hyuuga?”
“Noooooo! Not that crazy bastard, he just got out of prison, I’d rather die than do it with someone that insane!”
Hirano Shiori listened to the girls from her class 2B smoking behind the high school building at the end of the day, dumping out the trash and trying not to eavesdrop.
“Hey it's the shuttle, we need another person, she such a pushover get her to come”
“Hey Hirano, get over here!”
Ishigiri Hikari grasped her shoulders as Hirano tried to appear calm. The seven girls blew out smoke and looked at her.
“We're going out to Heaven tonight, we need another person to pool money, you're coming with right?” It was clear no was not an answer, so she nodded.
“Good little shuttle, now go finish cleaning the classroom. And you better dress in something that won't embarrass us~ and it better be in white!”
~
It was almost comically easy to sneak out to meet the others, her mother working night shifts in the hospital ER, always busy. Her father long gone off with an outside mistress when she was five, leaving only her and her mother to struggle alone, leaving Hirano-Chan to face many things alone most days, leading to situations like this.
“God there she is, thought she would flake”
“Huh the shuttle actually looks decent”
“Hey who would have thought!”
“-Maybe we might actually score some cute college guys to buy us drinks”
“Everyone got the fake IDs?”
“Hey, someone give me a light!”
The other girls certainly looked old enough, sparkly mini dresses in white, high heels with painted nails, eyes, and lips, hair up in sexy ponytails and waves. Hirano was not bad, but certainly looked younger than them, a white mini dress and her cleanest white sneakers since neither her or her mom owned a pair of heels. Her hair was in a ponytail and she had put on mascara and lipstick.
The other girls had painted their faces to look as mature as possible while they were still skinny with the knobbiness that came with the awkward teenage years. Hirano however has a baby face that was really young looking, her body however, did not match, a fact that fucked her over since beginning puberty.
She had developed first out of all the girls in her grade in middle school, with male teachers and classmates staring at her in a very inappropriate way since the age of 12, leading to the start of the ostracism that she had become accustomed to. The treatment by her peers was certainly better in high school since the others had started to mature physically too, now she was just treated as a shuttle, whereas in middle school they would destroy her gym clothes and notebooks, boys pinched her in the hallway and rumors about her circulated constantly. Here in her second year of high school they just ignored her, called her shuttle, and made her take notes and buy food for them.
Hirano was uncomfortable with her body though after middle school, sometimes showering in the dark because she couldn’t stand to stare at herself in the mirror, leading to her wearing a uniform a size too large, sitting out of PE much to her teachers annoyance. And it was the effects of puberty the girls were staring at, specifically, her large chest.
“Damn, well we don’t even need to show the ID’s at the door, just shove the shuttle in front and the security guard will just let us in!”
Which is almost exactly what happened, they got there when the line was forming, but not too long as it got most nights apparently from what the others said. They shoved Hirano to the front of their group. The guard took a look at the girls, glanced at their IDs, took their entry money, and then stared at Hirano’s chest as they all walked into the club. It was loud, flashing with lights, a thumping base that resonated in the back of their throats, and everything was white as far as the eye could see.
“Hey let's go dance!”
“No, I want to get a drink first!”
“Fuck the guard might have let us in, but do you think the bar tender will let you drink with a face like that?”
“Shut up, I'm cuter than you aren’t I?”
“Hey see any cute guys?”
“Hirano, you're paying for the first round of shots, got it!?”
They split, four to the floor to dance and four to the bar where Hirano did end up paying for the drinks. She didn’t really want to drink but found herself taking three shots that they shoved into her face, turning her head fuzzy quickly. The hours seemed to go both slow and unusually fast all at once. The bass seemed to thump into her chest, making it hard to breath, the white of the dancers swirling into a confusing visual mess. Someone gave her another drink, and then it became extremely blurry, and hot.
“God what's wrong with her?”
“Why is she acting that way?”
“Geeze, she’s totally wasted! Ha, what a light weight!”
“Careful or she might upchuck on you!”
“God just leave her on the couch and let's dance, we can come get her later.”
“Ishigiri’s right let's go, she’ll be fine, not like anyone would tap that.”
“Ha!”
And then she was sitting on a hard leather cushion, her head swaying. She put her head in between her knees feeling suddenly nauseous.
“Hey sweetheart there you are, it's time to go home,” A unfamiliar male voice said in her ears and a hard arm gripped her shoulders. She didn’t know this voice, and he was hurting her, ‘God, go away!’ She pushed at the arms that were starting to drag her toward the door but they were too strong.
“Excuse me, do you know this young lady?” A rough voice sounded from somewhere above her head.
“Hey, that's my girlfriend! What are you doing?” Suddenly a pair of strong hands pulled her from the bruising grip.
“We don’t take kindly to your type here, the bartender saw you slip ketamine in her drink”
“Rocky, what do you want us to do with him?”
“Take him out like the trash he is.” A voice like a growl said above her.
Then there was yelling but Hirano didn’t notice as she was pulled into a strong chest. She looked up into a pair of deep black endless eyes and suddenly felt her heart jump into her throat. It was like falling into the sea, an adrenaline rush and the headiness of what she assumed a drug high to be like. It was a sudden realization, a sort of, ‘Oh, hello there, I've been looking for you forever’, that's what it felt like. And judging from the dilation of his pupils, and the way he grasped her body tighter against his, feeling his plush white coat press into the front of her thin white dress, he felt it too.
“I’m taking the girl to get sobered up, and Kizzy- make it a painful lesson,”
Then the world shifted and suddenly she was being princess carried in the man's arms. Her face pressed against that thick coat, feeling the warmth radiate off him. She could feel herself being carried away for a while, a ding of an elevator sounded from nearby and the atmosphere changed, the surroundings became quiet as the doors closed, and soon they were exiting out into a lux white apartment.
“Let's set you down and check you out hmm?” The man said quietly in her ear. She then found herself on a bed, a big white one. A glass of water appeared before her eyes.
“Drink it, he had ketamine on him, it's what's making you feel tired, it’ll wear off in an hour or two. But you need water,”
Hirano nodded and drank the water, suddenly realizing she was desperately thirsty. He gave her another glass.
“What's your name sweetheart?”
“Hirano…..”
“Hirano what?”
“…..Shiori”
“A pretty name… pretty name for a pretty girl”, and Hirano felt her cheeks flush.
“You know who I am, Shiori?”
“….You’re Rocky…..”
“Good girl, you were paying attention. I own club Heaven, I’m sorry this happened to you. You can stay here until the drug effects wear off” He looked her deep in the eyes then, holding her face between his rough hands, she felt the cold of the rings on his fingers.
“I’ll keep you safe until then, okay Shiori?” She felt herself nod, and then Hirano didn’t know what happened but one moment they’re staring at each other for what feels like forever, and the next she’s kissing him. She felt him pull away.
“You're not sober Shiori….”
“Please….” She heard herself say. She heard him give out a small sigh against her lips.
“What's my name sweetheart?”
“…….Rocky….please?”
Then she was on her back, the older man kissing her passionately. He was gentle, his lips a little rough, and tasted like tobacco and the vodka she had drunk earlier. She hears a soft but rough ‘fuck it’ come from the mans lips.
“Do you want this? Say it.”
“Yes,” though she’s not quite sure what she’s asking for.
Then she feels the zipper of her dress go down, slowly being pulled off her shoulders and stopping at her waist. Rocky stops from where he’s on top of her, standing at the edge of the bed, pulling her to sit up and look at him and watch as he pulls off his coat and unbuttons his shirt before pulling it off revealing a strong torso and arms. He puts her hands on his belt.
“Take it off for me,”
She fumbles a little, but pulls it out of the clasp, helping him tug it out of his belt loops. She unzips his pants looking at his face as she undoes the button fly. He stares into her, and she feels a head rush, not knowing if it was the four shots, the ketamine, or just him. He pushes his pants and briefs down with them, both white of course. Hirano has never seen a man, never been with one, hell this was the first time she’s kissed one too. He’s long, and thick, and red colored.
“What are you staring at, baby?”
“I’ve never seen one before”, she says absently, still staring.
“Never, as in never done this before?”
“Yes,”
Rocky shoves off his pants and socks, shoes already left by the elevator when they came in. He kneels in front of her, takes her face in his hands, staring into her eyes again.
“….Shiori….be honest with me….is this your first time having sex?”
“….Yes….” He pauses a second.
“….I’m going to ask this seriously, tell me as best you can….do you want me to stop? No hard feelings, no judgements, I can leave you to sleep this off and you can go home in the morning with no repercussions. “ He starts.
“……….No” Hirano says, grabbing his hands from where they rest on her cheeks.
“I want this, please Rocky?”
With that he pulls her into a long and gentle kiss. He moves his hands to her hips pulling her to the edge of the bed. He unties her sneakers and pulls off her ankle socks, kissing the thin knob of the bone there and going up to her knee, her inner thigh, and then over her underwear. Hirano gasps, feeling his hands pull the zipper down her dress, and she lifts her arms as he pulls it up and off over her head. His hands unbuckle her bra, the straps falling down her arms. He stares at her face as she slowly pulls it off, her arms covering her ample chest.
“Show me Shiori, you don’t have to be shy, it’s okay, I'll be gentle,”
He rasps out, in her dazed state she registers he seems almost breathless, his eyes almost desperate as she feels. Finally she puts her hands down, grasping the sheets by her hips, tugging at them, suddenly shy. He turns his gaze from her face down and she might be mistaken but he seems to suck in a breath.
“………beautiful……” He murmurs out.
Suddenly she’s being kissed again by those rough lips, but he’s gentle, never hard, and so warm like the sun on the back of her neck during a summer day. His hands are on her chest and they squeeze lightly. Then they are moving down, to her waist, her hips, they grasp her panties and pull down.
She lifts her hips unconsciously as he pulls them off and away somewhere on the floor. And then he’s not kissing her but spreading her knees.
She’s on fire, he’s kissing her nether lips, and then she jolts, he just licked her! She can hear him chuckling.
“…don’t worry, just lie back and relax, it will feel good I promise,”
She listens to him deciding to trust him. Didn’t those girls say he was experienced?
Then suddenly she’s being eaten out, he licks her in broad stripes from perineum to clit, and then focuses his tongue in small circles, dipping into her vagina every now and then.
He’s clearly done it before and-
‘Oh my God!’
‘Why does this feel so good?!’
She can’t think, can only focus on the consistent pressure, feels it building in her lower stomach before a dam breaks and,
OH!
She’s cumming hard in his mouth, feeling herself becoming wet. Suddenly he’s in front of her eyes, searching her face before nodding slightly.
“Are you okay?”
“…….yes…….”
“I’m going to stretch you now baby, are you okay?”
“Yes!”
Then she feels a finger enter her, his fingers are rough and warm and feel so good inside, and then soon there are two and they’re scissoring her open, and then three and she feels so full. He pulls them out, “Shiori, I’m going to enter you.”
“Okay.”
He slides her back a little onto the bed, leaving briefly to grab a small foil square from the drawer of the dresser next to the bed, and a little bottle with the English letters KY on them.
“Do you know how to put a condom on?” He asks. Hirano shakes her head no.
“Watch me,”
He carefully tears open the packet pulling out a circle of latex, like an unblown balloon. He takes her hand and guides it to his shaft.
“You pinch the tip to leave some room, and then roll it down the shaft”, doing just that, guiding her hand in his to roll the latex down his length.
“Then, you make sure the base is secure at the bottom of the shaft so it doesn’t slide off”, and then he's taking the bottle and squirting a clear viscous fluid onto his hand massaging it like lotion, and then his fingers are covering his shaft with it and in her and Hirano can barely think.
“This is lube, it makes going in easier, so I don’t hurt you”, he tells her as he’s leaning over her, guiding his shaft to her opening.
“Are you sure you're okay? He whispers against her lips.
“Yes…” she says softly back.
“Lean back baby girl,”
And then he is kissing her again and she feels pressure below, his shaft pushing in and it's uncomfortable. She squirms but one of his hands holds her hips still. She focuses on the kiss as she feels him go deeper and deeper until he stops. She’s full, fuller than anything she has ever felt before.
“Are you still okay?” he asks against her lips.
She nods shakily.
“Say it out loud baby”
“Yes!” she whispers out.
Then he’s moving and it's suddenly a steady pace of in and out. His hands on her hips holding her close, rocking into her steadily. Then one of his warm rough hands is on her clit and is circling it in time with his thrusts, the motions steady and slow and she feels heat building. She’s burning inside and panting out little gasps as if she can’t get a full breath in. He’s kissing her everywhere. Her lips, sucking on her neck, her chest, her breasts.
He presses their foreheads together. She feels his breath wash over her. She's hot, like a boiling pot and something is coming, it's building slowly, steadily with his constant and slow thrusts. She hears his breath shorten, feels his muscles tense but his control is iron. One hand grasps her hip hard and the hand on her clit never stops, never falters.
“I’m close, I want you to cum baby, focus on the feeling,”
And it comes, slow and steady she feels it building until finally it tips over the top and she’s cuming. She can feel herself tightening on him. Hears him groan and falter slightly before resuming his pace before both his hands clutch her hard against him as she feels him still inside her.
They stay like that for what feels like eternity but must only be a few seconds. Then he’s carefully pulling out, grasping the base of the condom as he eases out. Carefully rolling it off before tying it and chucking it into the silver trashcan next to the bed.
Hirano stares at the ceiling of the room, breath coming out in deep rasping breaths as she tries to calm down. She feels so tired. She feels the bed dip before the air shifts around her and realizes she’s being carried into a bathroom.
It's big and white and made of marble, with the biggest tub she has ever seen sunk into the floor in the middle of the room. He climbs down a set of stairs into the tub, sitting her on a ledge in it as he turns a knob and she watches as the tub fills around them with steaming hot water. She lies back against the marble as it warms and practically oozes into a puddle as the water soothes her aching hips and sore nether regions.
Rocky chuckles looking at her relaxing. He pulls her up briefly before settling back, Hirano now in his lap, her back to his chest, resting his chin lightly on the top of her head. He starts to speak, rough and tired but with what sounds like pride in his voice,
“You're good for a beginner baby.”
“I was?” she mumbles out.
Rocky tips her head back, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek, then her lips, tongue tracing her full bottom lip as he pulls away.
“Probably one of the best I’ve had” He says into her ear with his whiskey soaked voice.
Hirano smiles weakly before settling back into his strong chest, soaking in the warm water, the scent of Rocky’s skin and the feeling of contentment bone deep. And then she is out like a light.
~
She awakes to a soft murmuring near her ear, a warm and firm pillow under her head.
“Wake up baby, its morning”
She’s confused for a second, groggy. ‘Where the hell is she?’ Then it comes back. The night before.
Being forced to go out. The girls abandoning her, of course. Then being saved, and suddenly-
She looks up, meeting those endless black eyes again.
……this man…..she had her first time with Rocky.
…..he’s the one they were talking about before….one of the five leaders of S.W.O.R.D.
That fact alone sobers her enough to start to sit up.
“How are you feeling?” He asks in a gravel filled voice, still feeling the effects of sleep himself.
“How's your head?”
“...It’s okay…”, she says, taking account of her body.
Her head doesn’t hurt too bad but she’s tired, her hips ache and so does her core. Her legs start to tremble a little as she sits up, she isn’t nauseous and her head only hurts slightly
“………..How's your legs?”
And she doesn’t know how, but she feels there is a slight hint of pride in his voice when he says that.
“I’m trembling, is that normal?”
He smiles for a brief second, silver grill flashing lightly.
“Yes, we were-exercising-after all,” He flashes a smile, grill glinting,
“Try standing baby,”
She eases to the edge of the bed and slowly tries to stand. Her knees buckle a little but she manages.
“Your gonna want to stay off your feet today…I’ll take you home”
Then Rocky is up, handing over her bra and underwear from last night, gathered from the corners of the bedroom. He makes a call on his phone, ordering someone named Kizzy to bring up food. Hirano just focuses on putting on her undergarments, trying to not watch the muscles of Rocky’s back move as he pulls on his own clothes. Suddenly a long white button up shirt is thrust towards her. She stares at it.
“Put it on, your dress is wrinkled”
She doesn’t question it, pulling on the shirt and then the white skirt he hands her. It's short, shorter than she likes to wear, showing off her legs and more thigh than she had ever shown before. She tries to walk towards the door of the bedroom to the lobby they came from yesterday. She feels Rocky’s stare on her back before gravity shifts from under her and she is in his arms again.
He carries her into the lobby into the adjacent large kitchen to an island with several plush white leather bar stools, sitting her on one. Soon a white dressed individual with short dark hair comes in through the elevator from last night holding a bag of takeout.
“Morning Rocky, food delivery from Kizzy! Give me a kiss as thanks!”
Rocky stares at Kizzy before snatching the bag and heading towards Hirano.
“Why are you always so mean to Kizzy, you frighten me!” The person, Kizzy, says in an almost comical voice before noticing the young woman sitting at the island.
“Oohhh, and you have a guest, is she the young woman from last night's rescue scene, thanking her savior with a special night together? Kizzy teases. Hirano knows she doesn’t mean anything bad but she still feels herself flush pink.
“Ah I wonder how far down that blush goes, eehhh???!! Don’t kick me, Kizzy is just leaving,.....goodbye little princess hope to see you again!!!!!” Kizzy says as Rocky aims a kick at their knees making them rush to the elevator.
Once Kizzy is gone down the elevator Rocky moves back to the island unpacking the white takeout bringing out a western breakfast of fluffy pancakes, syrup, cut up fruit, sausages and bacon. He silently plates the food before Hirano, handing her a western fork and knife.
“Eat……..you’ll feel better.”
Hirano picks up the slightly unfamiliar cutlery and starts to eat, Rocky sits next to her and does the same and they sit in a comfortable silence. She watches from the corner of her eyes and when she puts down her silverware, finally full, he puts down his own. He packs up the leftovers and puts them in the large steel fridge across the island and pulls out his phone, quickly informing someone on the other end to bring a car around.
“I’ll take you home'' he says quickly to her, and she nods in understanding, starting to feel much better, if not still tired with her legs still shaking. He puts on a coat and his sunglasses, grabbing his cane before pulling her into his arms as they head down the elevator. They exit going through the club, empty and quiet, making Hirano feel strange as she sees men and women dressed in white cleaning and prepping. They glance at them curiously before looking away as they head not to the front but to a back exit.
A white Rolls Royce is parked with a driver standing by the back door and opens it for them as they approach. Rocky carefully helps her in first before sliding in after, the driver closing the door after them before going back around the car.
Rocky doesn’t speak but pulls her to the seat next him and clicks in place a white seat belt around her, he then takes his coat and puts it across her legs. Hirano looks up at him in question.
“I should have found you a longer skirt, I don’t like how everyone can see your legs,” he grumbles out. Hirano blushes and smiles. The driver asks for her home address and she gives it, but she doesn’t recall much about the drive home except the feeling of Rocky’s arms around her and his scent.
Suddenly though they are in front of her apartment duplex. The street is empty since it's still too early for everyone to go to work, and glancing at the clock, Hirano knows her own mother is just coming off her night shift and should be heading home soon.
“Will you be alright today”
“Yes,” Hirano answers.
The car door opens and Rocky steps out presenting his hand to help her out, he puts his coat around her shoulders, and then hands her a business card. It's white, and expensive from the feel of it, she glances up from where she holds it with both hands to look into Rocky’s eyes. He has a deep and unfathomable look, his eyebrows slightly creased,
“Keep the coat, remember to rest today. And if you need help, call that number, I’ll come”
Hirano nods before pocketing it, he hands her a small white bag with her dress in it and then gets back into the car. She slowly climbs the stairs to the second level where her family’s small apartment is and gets to her front door, as she opens it she sees the car start to pull away and she enters the apartment and watches the car leave from her front window.
~
Hirano stays in that day, lying to her mom when she comes home, saying she got sick that night to stay home from school. She stashes Rocky’s coat under some of her clothes in the back of the closet, the business card she hides inside her diary she keeps wedged between her bed and the wall. She stays in bed, hands trying to massage her hips and legs as the shaking slowly lessens as the day passes.
When it hits noon her mom enters with soup and congee and she eats it without complaint. As it passes 1 pm she studies at the small table in her room, her mom asleep in the room next to her with the radio playing softly, the only thing breaking the silence.
She thinks briefly if the other girls at school wondered what happened to her before discarding the thought scoffing. Why the hell would they care, she’s a shuttle, the bottom rank, who cares about her. Then her mind drifts back to Rocky, a hand unconsciously going towards her crotch before she snaps herself out of the daydream.
She needs to forget it, last night was a fluke!
But, she reminisces, the girls weren’t totally wrong, he was a generous lover.
Her mom cooks them both dinner before heading out early due to a coworker calling out from an emergency. Before leaving she reminds Hirano to get her classwork she missed from her teachers tomorrow in school, and to get to bed early before pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head and rushing out.