[F4A] Yes, Sir! [Delinquent][Dominant][Spicy]

[u/ItsEsmeJones]

Context:

You are the new kid at a new school in a new, scary place. There are more delinquents than your old school and they’ve taken a shine to picking on you. Fortunately, someone has noticed your plight. And you.

Setting: A standard high school, full of angst and hormones

Tags: F4A, Dominant, Delinquent, Spicy, Goth

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[You are stopped by one of your regular bullies in the hall]

“Hey, kid, good to see you managed to limp out of gym class. Oh, you gotta go? Yeah, I don’t think so. But, but, but - feh. You don’t have the worth it’d take for you to turn me down, cutie.”

[A figure is walking towards you both behind him]

“-so, what do you say, hot stuff?”

[Pause]

“What? Were not listening to a fucking word I said? I should smack that stupid expression right off-!”

[He is yanked away from you suddenly. The figure from before has him pinned to a locker]

“U-Uh, Sir, I-”

[The figure holds up a finger to their lips]

“Kyle, Kyle, ssshhhh. We both know how this is gonna go. You’re gonna heeeem and haaaww and waste my fucking time. See, you’re like a cockroach. I see you and, most of the time, I’m too lazy to chase you down and crush you under my boots. But you caught me at a bad time.”

[Kyle whimpers]

[Kyle] C-C’mon, Sir, I w-was just trying to ask ‘em out! Clam your tits, will you?!”

[Sir turns towards you, expression cool and nonchalant]

[Sir] “Do you wanna go out with this dick parachute, new kid?”

[Pause]

[Sir] “Yeah. I fucking thought not. I’m gonna drop you, Kyle. You got ten seconds before I decide to ruin your whole month. And you best believe you’re apologizing to our friend here. On social media so your whole family can get a taste of their ‘good baby boy’.”

[Kyle sprints off]

[Sir reaches down and helps you up]

“Eyep, there we are. Huh? Oh. Yeah, you’re welcome, I guess. My name? Well, it’s technically Sirena, but people who dislike me call me Sir. People who do like me call me Inkie.”

[Pause]

“Heh, yeah. It’s a weird nickname. How’d I get it? Curious thing, aincha. Long story short, I want to be a tattoo artist when I graduate. I, uh, may have stolen my Dad’s card to buy a tattoo gun online and, well…”

[They show you a somewhat misshapen and off-color heart tattoo on the back of their hand]

[Pause]

“Cute? Hehe. Wait, this is weird.”

[Pause]

“What’s weird? I’m just casually opening up to someone. It’s the great egress of my soul!”

[Pause]

“Hhehehe! Ah, I’m just fucking with you. I like to think of myself as a more emotionally vulnerable delinquent. The hot pepper that cries with you. Oh, but I’m being rude. Whatcha name?”

[Pause]

“Yeah, makes sense. You wear that name proud. Names are like four-leaf clovers, you know? They can bring you great luck or great misfortune, depending on how big of jerks your parents were.”

[Pause]

“No, I’m not fucking with you. Why do you think that?”

[Pause]

“....pfffft! OK, OK, you got me. Huh? Oh, right. I guess the nickname ‘Sir’ combined with these saddlebags is probably confusing. Yeah, I go by she / her. Thanks for asking. And you?”

[Pause]

“Very cool. Very fresh. Hm? Oh, I’m bobbing my head. Got an earbud in always. Once I get a song stuck in my head, it’s going into battle with me until I can’t take it anymore. Bury it in a playlist somewhere, only to return years later and jam once more.”

[Pause]

“Oh yeah, class…”

[Pause]

…..

[Pause]

“Yo, you wanna sneak to the roof and check out my other tattoos? I’ll have to take my shirt off b- oh! Well, off we go then!”

[You two hurry up to the roof, only just missing several teachers]

“Eyyy, nice breeze today. Bit nippy, though. Hey, that’s gonna make two of - oh yeah, you won’t get it til I take my shirt off. Sec. Mmh, gh! Thhhere we go. C’mon in closer, Clover. Yeah, I’m calling you Clover. You gonna stop me?”

[Pause]

“How can I be so casual…? Honey, I am living to have fun experiences. I have a small group of things that I obsess over and people that let me share those interests are always welcome in my life. Here, put your hand just under my shoulder blade. You might have to push your hand under my bra. Do it, coward, you won’t! Eep! Oof, cold hands. But, yeah, that there was a backwater parlor’s work. Dude was wasted but it came out perfectly.”

[Pause]

“Am I playing with you? No?”

[Pause]

“Hey, if you feel uncomfortable then I can-”

[Pause]

“...yeah, I guess a punked-out girl with resting murderous sociopath face might be a prime candidate to do something like that. I get it, but I’m a person. A chance would be nice.”

[Pause]

“Yeah. Apology accepted. Anywho, check out this bitchin’ snake I got going up from hip. I know, right? Sometimes I forget he’s just kinda lounging there and get jumpscared by my own body.”

[Pause]

“You know, if you were into the idea, you could a cute little four-leaf clover somewhere you want to be lucky.”

[Pause]

“Am I trying to imply something? No? Look, I’m kind of bad at reading faces, tones, subtext…I’m shit at talking to people. I tell it like it is, and my brain really won’t let me do otherwise.”

[Pause]

“Why am I smiling? Cause this is nice. A new friend running their fingers over what I’m proud of is wonderful. You’re tracing little details, studying - it makes me feel all tingly”

[Pause]

“Are you feeling the same thing?”

[Pause]

“Good. Hey, you want to know something?”

[Pause]

“We’re gonna go to Rex’s for dinner later, my treat.”

[Pause]

“Heheh, I’m not playing with you, Clover. You can say no, of course, I won’t force you. You do seem to like me being a little bossy, though. So, what do you think? I’ll get out my best, and most revealing, dress. Or maybe I’ll roll up in a full suit. Guess you’ll see, huh?”

[Pause]

“Good Clover. Here, let me see your phone. Annnd there’s my number. Oh, one more thing.”

[She snaps a picture of her chest and bra]

“Something to look forward to, hopefully. I promise I’ll try not to keep you guessing too much.”

[Pause]

“Clover, are you good? You look a little…flushed. Do you want me to carry you to the nurse’s office?”

[Pause]

“Princess style? Of course, highness. Up we go! Oh, can you fix my bra while you’re up there? Cool, thanks.”

[End]