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Ran Haitani seems to have some sort of fixation with you so suddenly, and though you despise him, you don't miss the way your strict father hates his guts, so you ultimately use him to get back at your father.
ran haitani x fem!reader
tags: (5.8k words) one-sided enemies to lovers, college student!reader, implied bet on reader, toxic relationship with reader's father, tenjiku ran haitani, i tried to make ran irritating as possible, but i love him too much, lolz, explicit sexual content: kissing, oral (f), implied blowjobs, fingering, exhibitionism; ran fucks you in a car park, alcohol usage, you work at a bar
author's note: this was based off a request from đ anon (ps i love u so much. i had so much fun writing this). and as majority of my fics are, it's too long to fit into one part so i'm splitting it up....lmao
You know Haitani Ran from the way he walks into class late, unbothered, with a prep in his step, hands shoved into the depths of his pockets, taking his sweet time to walk all the way up the lecture stairs to his seat at the back right of the top row. The entire class sits still, women admiring him with flushed faces, whispering to their friends next to them about him, the boys spiteful, bitter at the reactions of the girls to his mere presence. Ranâs infamous, âSorry, sorry for being late,â line is one the lecturer is prepared to hear every Wednesday. He slots himself down in his spot, which happens to be next to you.Â
As someone who takes their education very seriously; itâs unfortunate to be stuck with such an idiot as a seatmate, always looking over at your paper to copy your answers, and if heâs not copying, heâs on his phone, playing an obnoxious game thatâs quiet enough for everybody else not to hear, except you since youâre seated so close.Â
âDid everybody submit the assignments?â The lecturer asks, disappointed in the way half the class sweat in panic, the other half nodding, a monotone yes , sir filling the air.
Being part of half of the class that bothered to do the work, you donât panic, rather feel confident in your abilities, leaning back in your chair as you can spend the next few weeks relaxing for the final exams.Â
Itâs amusing seeing Ranâs eyes go wide, from the corner of your eye, at the mention of an assignment, his delusions so high that heâs reaching inside his bag for work he didnât even know existed. Â
You canât help but scoff.
That catches his attention, and you stiffen up when you feel him look at you.Â
âSomethinâ funny?â
âYeah,â you challenge, turning to face him, meeting him eye to eye. âYou.â
He does an excellent job at hiding his surprise, but youâre good at reading people, picking up on the way his head jerks back a little at your response. He chuckles, short and sweet, resting an elbow on the table, leaning his face on his palm and stares down at you.Â
âYeah? What about me?â
Itâs probably the first conversation youâve had with him since you started studying here. Heâs popular, not just in school, but outside. Infamous forâŠloads of things. Just know heâs not a good person, the police know that, the civilians know that, the school knows that; yet they turn a blind eye to his antics. Is it his charisma? Does he pay them off? You feel like youâre the only one with common sense in the entire city, because you have a valid reason to hate a delinquent like him.
You donât bother to dignify him with a response, rolling your eyes and turning back to your laptop.Â
Ran wonât lie; heâs a little stunned at your behaviour towards him. So used to girls practically falling at his feet, kissing his shoes, fainting at his presence. That last one was pretty exaggerated, yesâbut it happened once at a club. Maybe it was influenced by alcohol, or drugsâŠbut it happened. For once in his life, heâs stumped, sneaking glances at you every now and then.Â
Youâre typing away at your laptop, getting started on the next assignment. Your education is something you take a lot of pride in, not only for your future self, but for your father. Overall, he doesnât really care about you, not as much as your brother. The favourtism is obvious even though he insists he doesnât exist and youâre just being dramatic .Â
If you were to ask yourself why youâre spending so much studying just to impress him, why youâre craving fatherly love from someone who canât give it to you. Itâs been your only motivation to study, the thought of your father being proud of your accomplishments.
Ranâs stare isâŠdistracting, to say the least. Whether you think heâs staring hard deliberately, or staring obliviously, it doesnât matter because itâs still fucking annoying.Â
With a hefty sigh, you stop typing, turning to face him. âDo you mind?â
Thereâs a sweet saccharine smile on his face as he leans on his elbow, looking down at you like youâre the best thing in the world. You shift in your seat, not liking how your body reacts to that stare, but keep your face stoic.Â
âMind what?âÂ
His smile only grows when you roll your eyes, shifting your chair away from him to focus better. Briefly, you look around the lecture hall for empty seats. Thereâs no way in hell this guy will follow you if you do choose to sit somewhere else. Not only would that be irritating as fuck because heâs probably found a new target to leech onto, but youâd automatically turn into Public Enemy No.1 if you were now labelled as Ranâs plaything . Eesh, even the thought of being that makes you shudder with disgust.Â
Your lack of sexual nature is one thing you take pride in. Most people your age couldnât go more than two weeks without sex. Itâs not that hard , you think, but then again, when you have attractive idiotic men running around with their dicks out like the dude next to you, it is pretty hard for some girls to resist.Â
Deep down, you know if you were more like them, you wouldnât be able to resist him either. He smells good, always . A smoky signature scent that if someone else tried to replicate, it would be obvious who they were inspired by. Itâs so strong that the scent stays lingering in the area even when heâs not around. A constant reminder marking his presence.Â
For someone that hates him so much, thereâs a part of you hoping he comes in everyday, just to smell him. As creepy as that sounds, you donât go and sniff him like some dog with no home training, just a small sniff whenever the scent wafts in your direction.Â
Itâs not your fault, nor your nose's fault that he uses such a nice smelling cologne.
Either way, it doesnât matter; because the lecture is ending earlier than usual; the professor had to go to a meeting so class dismissed.
As you pack your bags, youâre vaguely aware of him staring at you again. Itâs hard to ignore, but you refuse to let him know that he has an effect on you. His gaze follows you down the steps until you exit.Â
The following evening, youâre working your night shift at the campus bar, wiping down freshly washed glasses with a cloth when you hear his obnoxious voice behind you, laughing loudly at something his friends are saying. Your heart drops down to the floor when you realise heâs seated in your section, meaning whether you like it or not you will have to serve him sooner or later. With a sigh, you grab at your notepad and pen far too aggressively for someone that should be obeying the bar's policies, âalways serve the customers with a smile !â or the one your manager had reminded you far too many times because of your resting bitch face, âalways look approachable .â
Yeah. Whatever .
Itâs obvious youâre stalling with the way youâre dodging Ranâs table, taking everyoneâs orders, smiling that perfectly trained smile you forced yourself to plaster on your face from the hours of 1700 to 2300 every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. Before you get to dodge his table once more, thereâs a tug at the hem of your uniform, skirt flowing from the force of it. Itâs strong enough to stop you in your tracks, but not enough to force you to fall over or something.Â
Turning to face the man himself, your smile instantly drops, back into your unamused expression. It seems that no matter how hard you trained your facial muscles, you couldnât force that smile for someone that doesnât deserve it.Â
âHave you been avoiding me?â He speaks questioningly, and you curse the fact that his brother has stopped talking, now directing his attention over at you. His stare is just as, if not, more intimidating than his brothers, and you feel a shiver run across your body.
âNo. I just didnât see you,â you huff in annoyance; an obvious lie that has his perfectly shaped brows wrinkling.Â
Heâs probably trying to figure out how someone just happened to not see him. Itâs not out of cockiness, or arroganceâwhich seems to make up most of his beingâbut as stated before, being infamous for doing all sorts of things makes him pretty popular in this city, whether he intended that or not. So itâs only natural for someone to notice his presence.Â
âYeah, okay ,â heâs scoffing like he doesnât believe you. To be frank, if you were him you wouldnât believe yourself either.
âWho is she?â His brother asks, taking a sip of the water heâs been forced to drink because a certain someone wouldnât take their order.
âIf I play my cards right, my future girlfriend.â Ran also takes a sip of the water, smacking his lips, when he practically hears you squawk out in shock.Â
âAs if ,â you bite out, clutching your notepad closer to yourself, deciding if getting sent home early for refusing to take someone's order and losing out on money is worth being here with him for one more second. âNow tell me what the fuck you want to drink and stop wasting my time.â
âFiesty one, huh?â His brother looks over at Ran who nods his head in appreciation.
âYeah. Ainât she cute?â The fact heâs talking about you like you arenât even there, or aware is aggravating.Â
Looking down at the imaginary watch on your wrist, you click your tongue, sighing exasperatedly. âYou have three more seconds to cough up your order before I abandon you.â
Ran doesnât catch your bluff. âGuess Iâll be having a wonderful discussion with your manager then, aye?â
Yup, that does it. You poke your tongue at your cheek, closing your eyes and counting to three in your mind, facial muscles twitching in pain as you force the smile back onto your face. âHi. What would you like today?â
Ran leans his elbow in on the table, smiling up at you contentedly. âYour name and number, please.â
It takes everything in your power to not drop the smile, but it already took the majority of your energy to put on, so youâre not about to ruin the facade even more.Â
âIâm afraid that isnât on the menu ,â you say that part a bit more aggressively, mildly gesturing to the closed menu pamphlet on the wooden table that he didnât even bother to open. âMaybe if you look at it , youâll see what we serve.â
He looks down at the menu, and his brother chews at the whites of his nails, watching the scene with a slight interest.Â
âIâll have whatever you recommend for me, and your name and number.â
âWould you just ââ you shut up before you could get violent, closing your breath and inhaling deeply to steady yourself. Since your eyes are plastered shut, you vaguely miss the look Ran sends his brother, and how it sends him off into a laughing frenzy. âLook. At. The. Menu.â
He makes a show of looking at the menu for a new record of around .34 seconds, somehow already coming up with a drink of choice. âHow about a cocktail thatâs as sweet as you, hm?â
You know what. Thatâs good enough. Probably the closest answer youâll get to the real thing. âSure, whatever.âÂ
You approach your co-worker behind the bar, tell her the drink is for Haitani Ran and watch as her eyes practically morph into hearts, doing your best to ignore her asking if she makes the drink well enough, will he fall in love?
âDo me a favour and pour vinegar in his drink.â You take a shot from the clean glass she just washed, uncaring of the way she frowns.
âNo! Why would I do that?â Ai seems genuinely horrified at the idea, wondering if you know who he is and why you would want to prank someone like him.
ââCause he deserves it?âÂ
Ai shakes her head, mixing the drink as well as she can, pouring all her love into it before sliding it onto a tray, handing it to you. âVoila! If he likes it, tell him to gimme his number, yeah?â
âCool, whatever.â You walk off before she could say anything further.Â
If this was a plate of food, or a bottle of water on the tray, you wouldâve slammed it onto the table, uncaring of the mess it makes after. But since itâs a very delicate , fragile cocktail glass, you fight back on that urge.Â
âEnjoy it,â you say with the most monotone voice, stalking away before he could find something else to say.Â
The rest of the night goes by quickly, and peacefully, and it wasnât until you were closing up for the night, you felt those same pair of lingering eyes on you as you mopped under the tables.Â
âHow the fuck are you still here?â You ask, going borderline insane, looking over at the same table the two brothers have been occupying for the rest of the night.Â
Rindou has his chair tilting back on its heels as he leans back, feet on the table, and your face scrunches up when you realise you have to do extra cleaning tonight. Ran stands from his chair, hovering over you, enjoying the way you donât even bristle, or look away like most girls would.Â
âWasnât leavinâ without your number.âÂ
âThen I hope you brought a sleeping bag.âÂ
You try to move to clean the rest of the floor but of course , he stops you, extending his arm out to curl around your side, pulling you back to him.Â
âOh my god, I canât believe this is happening to me right now,â you mutter more to yourself than to him, the thought of Ran Haitani now leeching onto you as his latest target was annoying in itself.Â
He holds his hand out, not saying another word, presumably waiting for you to hand your phone. You reach down to smack his hand away, but his reflexes get the better of you, gripping onto your hand tight in a way you struggled to escape out of.Â
âIâm not playing these games with you, Haitani.â
âNeither am I.â With an irritating amount of nonchalance, he extends his spare hand (acting like he isnât currently squeezing the life out of your own hand), and gestures over to your phone, prominent in the pocket of your uniform. âNumber please . See? Iâm even being polite.â
âHow generous.â The sarcasm drips from your voice blatantly, but he either is too idiotic to pick up on it, or just ignores it completely because heâs so persistent on getting your number. âFine,â you kiss your teeth, giving in, thinking if you ghost him it might be enough to decimate his ego to the point of no return.
âYay ⥠â He sounds as giddy as he looks and as annoyed as you should be, you find it kind of cute that heâs this excited to contact you.Â
âTake it.â You hand him the piece of paper you wrote your number on, pulling it away before he could grab at it. âBut if you spam me, Iâm blocking you.â
âWouldnât dream of it.âÂ
Obviously you donât plan on doing anything with him, just ignoring all his messages till he gives up and finds a new girl to leech onto. Thereâs plenty of pussy in this campus for him anyway, yours just happens to not be easily accessible. Itâs not like he would have trouble finding a new target. Hell, you can already name fifteen girls in your Monday 10AM lecture alone that would drop everything to lay in bed with that man.Â
By the time you get home, heâs already sending you a text that you ignore in favour of taking a shower. Your father looks like heâs in a bad mood, so the last thing you want to do is talk to him and provoke him further with your presence alone. But it seems when heâs angry enough, heâll look for anything to argue with you about.
After eating dinner, you were perched up on the living room couch, enjoying yourself some pity ramen as you watch Love Island USA, engaging in on the drama before your father storms in; clearly irritated as he hears the stupid voices on the TV.Â
âCan you turn that crap off ? My news programme starts soon.â
You barely bother to look at him, focusing back on the TV, more specifically, the shot of Tommy, 27, as the camera pans downwards towards his abs. Itâs a bit annoying he had to walk in now , but you donât care. Youâre âgrownâ according to his words whenever you ask him to help you out with something. Youâre a grown woman now, what do you need my help for? Act like an adult.Â
And acting you will .Â
He seems offended that you donât respond, instead drool over some dude on the TV. âWhen are you going to start acting yourââ
âMy what ? My age? Iâm nineteen, not 34 with three kids. You should be lucky that Iâm not out there, doing drugs, sleeping around, getting arrested like most people my age are! Because if you want that, just tell me. Iâll do it.âÂ
âTheyâre being irresponsible in their own way. What about you? When was the last time you even showed me your grades?â
âBecause the last time I recall, you told me Iâm a grown woman, so why should a grown woman show her father her grades, like Iâm a fucking child?â
âDo not swear in my house.â
You take a moment to chew your food before cussing up a storm, spewing out every swear word you can think of. The argument escalates with both of you yelling at each other, expressing your differing opinions and frustrations. The tension in the room was palpable, and the exchange of your words became equally hurtful.Â
âYou never listen to me, Dad! Youâre so focused on yourself and your failing business that you canât see that Iâm not you and I wonât sacrifice my happiness just to please you.â
âThis is not about me ! What donât you get?! This is about you being responsible and making something of yourself. Right now? All I see is a pathetic girl, crushing over men that are twice her age on the TV. Youâre just being stubborn and selfish.â
âOh, so you want me to go after real men then? That what you want? You want me to find some toxic asshole that would ruin me so I can come back home to you so youâd have some sick pleasure of saying I told you so ?â At this point, you feel emotionally drained, too tired to keep arguing like this.Â
Your day was going well-ish , minus the pest called Ran Haitani, but removing him from the equation made your day overall a 9. Knowing your father, he would only continue escalating the issue at hand because he can, so you hand him the remote. â There . Change the damn channels and enjoy your news programme.â
He seems awfully proud of himself, like he didnât just verbally abuse his child all for some goddamn news programme. You canât find it in yourself to walk out of the living anyway, so you both sit there in silence. The only sounds are the remote buttons clicking as he types in the channel.
As the news unfolded, the anchor mentioned the infamous delinquent gang known as Tenjiku, followed by the name you were all too familiar with: Ran Haitani, and a few other random guys heâs criminally acquainted with. Your fatherâs face tightens and he looks over at you.
âThose boys are you age, right?â
You fight the urge to say, yeah, want me to join them? , choosing to be the bigger person and nod your head in silence.
âThis is what I hate about your generationââ
And here he goes again. You tune him out now, instead focusing on the news reporter discussing how gang violence has been increasing rapidly over the course of the last few weeks as many young influenced middle school boys are now joining more gangs. In the background, your dads rant comes to a stop.
âIâm glad you stay at home all day instead of being around bad news like them. I donât want my child getting caught up in their mess.â
You sigh, not bothering to comment on how your dad is a fucking hypocrite, but realise that his concern stems from a desire to protect you. Itâs a shame you didnât care because you found your hands moving to your phone, sending a quick text out to Ran, asking him to hang out this weekend.Â
Is it wrong of you to be using him like this just to get your dad angry?Â
Yeah, probably. But Ran was most likely using you in the same way just to impress his friends, so in a sick sense, you were both even.Â
Days pass by after the living room encounter with your father, and you found yourself deep in thought. One evening, you decided to take matters into your own hands, determined to seize the opportunity, you snuck out of your room, venturing to Tenjikuâs hangout location; just an abandoned car park. Ran spots you looking around the place uncomfortably, so obviously out of place, and hops off the wall to head over to you. His expression shifts from surprise, to amused, chuckling as he crosses his arms over his chest.
âWell well well, look whoâs finally caved.âÂ
If it wasnât for the fact you just spent the last fifteen minutes walking here, you wouldâve abandoned the plan you made and gone home already. His cockiness was something you werenât excited to entertain.Â
âDonât get too excited before I change my mind,â you say firmly, ignoring the flutter of nerves in your stomach when his eyes shamelessly wander down the length of your body.Â
âI like that attitude,â he admits with a smirk, tilting your chin up with his finger, making you meet his gaze.Â
Maybe it was out of pure shock, but you donât remove his finger, just let him redirect your gaze to meet his eyes. You notice how nice his face is up close. Regularly, you canât bear to stare at him for longer than five seconds at a time, but with his finger keeping your face upright, it allows you to notice his long lashes, how theyâre curved upwards almost perfectly, the faint splatter of freckles dusted asymetically across his cheeks. His hairâŠyou refuse to comment on it, lest you say something youâd regret. But that aside, he wasnât bad , and you maybeâŠjust a littleâ (a smidge or a pinch) see the hype around him. His voice wasnât anything to play around with either, and youâd think if it didnât belong to an ingrate like him, you could successfully admit without a shadow of a doubt that you liked it.Â
You seem to be oogling his face, sending him mixed signals because heâs leaning in, capturing your lips in a heated kiss that instantaneously sends a rush of adrenaline through your body. You were too stunted to push him off, despising how youâre enjoying the feeling of his lips moving against your stiff ones. It wasnât your first kiss, but it had been a while since you kissed someone, so you were a little off. It was like he could sense your hesitation, your awkwardness, because his hand cups the back of your head, gripping your hair as he moves your head in the way he wants you.Â
The fact you now know that Ran Haitani is a good kisser pisses you off because that was information you couldnât care less about storing inside your brain. But what pisses you off more is the fact you still havenât pulled away yet , and his friends are not even a couple metres away, smoking or whatever it is they do in their free time.Â
He bends down to pick you up from your thighs, relishing in the way you yelp from being lifted from the ground so suddenly, holding onto his shoulders for balance.Â
âRelax, would ya? Iâm not gunna drop you.â Heâs referring to the tight grip you have on his shoulders as he walks towards his car.
âYou might as well. I need some sense knocked into me anyway.â
âThatâs not the only thing Iâllââ He stops himself with a grin, refusing to finish those words and leaving you second guessing.
Obviously youâre not stupid , you have some vague idea of what dirty joke heâs implying. âYouâre sick.â
ââM aware of that.â He puts you on the hood of his car, laying you flat as he steps in between your open legs.Â
It seems he misunderstood what you came here for because you didnât come here for this, yet you still canât find it in yourself to push him away, moaning softly when his lips crash down to your neck, sucking away at your skin. Maybe tricking Ran into dating you would do no good, heâs not cut out for relationships anyway; your brain tries to persuade you that revenge on your father isnât worth your dignity but with the way heâs kissing down your neck, so sensual, you canât help but clasp your arms around his head, guiding him further down your body.
He goes further downwards and lifts your shirt up to reveal your stomach, kissing the soft skin there while simultaneously hooking his fingers between the layers of your shorts and panties, tugging them off your body, placing them next to you on the car.Â
Is it a little (just a little????) crazy that youâre about to get eaten out in public, on a hood of a car ? Yes, it is. But the rush of adrenaline hits you before you had the chance to fight it off. Youâre aware youâre a bit of a hypocrite but looking down at him between your legs had shifted the narrative of your thoughts a little.
He kisses the flesh of your thighs, teasing you as he surges upwards to around your pussy, pressing a light kiss to your clit before moving back to your thighs.
Irrirated, and desperate, you call his name out as harsh as you can, only for it to come out as a breathless plea. âStop messing around, Ran.âÂ
Youâre not ready for him to flick his eyes up at you, those damn hooded eyes staring at you with a longing hunger. âSo you do want this?â
âI didnât let you lay me on your fucking car for no reason, Ran.â
His fingers dig painfully into your thighs, reminding you he has the upper hand here. âIâd like some respect when you speak to me from now on.â
âSuck a dick.â
âYou will later. For now thoughâŠâ he trails off as he looks back down at the wetness that accumulated between your legs and leans down, sticking his tongue out to lick a stripe from base to tip, circling his tongue around your clit and repeating the shameless action.
You bite down on your lip, hard, in an attempt to silence yourself. The loud laughter coming a couple feet away reminds you that youâre not alone, and the last thing youâd want is for his friends to find you like this. Especially not his brother, oh no , heâs the last one youâd want to see right now. Heâs the only one out of the group that witnessed your initial disdain for his brother, and youâd at least like to slither away from this night with a shred of dignity, knowing that to the rest of the general public that know you, you didnât just fall to your knees for Ran Haitani.Â
Your moans shift in pitch when he begins working you open with his tongue, wrapping your legs around his head so his hands are free, he rubs his finger up and down your folds, enjoying the way you squirm from the sensation.
Itâs hard to stay focused on him, his tongue, his finger that just slipped inside you. Itâs even harder to stay focused on controlling your noises when he curls his finger just right . He pulls his finger out, spreading apart your folds with two fingers, and licks you up, flicking his tongue on your clit.
He really knows what heâs doing, doesnât he? Fuck, youâre frantically looking to the side, at the sound of his friends, stomach twisting in knots from the anticipation of being caught.
Knowing that your attention is elsewhere pisses him off, shoving two of his fingers back inside you without fanfare; you let out a loud moan, instantly covering your mouth and glare down at him, ready to hiss at him before heâs standing up, holding you by the throat to pull you forward into a sitting position. His fingers are still ravaging your insides as he looks at you, keeping you steady by the hand on your throat.Â
âFocus on me , not them.â He watches your eyes threaten to roll back when he twists his fingers perfectly, curling them against your g-spot.Â
âIâI caââ He kisses you again, hot and heavy, not letting you explain yourself. Though you should smack him for choking you like that, youâre partly grateful because heâs doing a great job at silencing you, swallowing your moans down as his tongue slides against your own. You can taste yourself in the kiss, and itâs bitter , but Ran seems to enjoy it because heâs pulling away to kneel back between your legs.
You shift to lay down against the hood once more but his spare hand grips your hips, stopping you.Â
âStay there,â he says, pulling his fingers our momentarily to tug your body towards him.Â
You almost fall off the car, and you most definitely wouldâve fell forward if he wasnât steadying you. He shoves his face back between your legs, devouring your pussy with his lips and tongue, overstimulating your clit to the point of no return as he clamps his lips around it, sucking hard before you fall apart. Goosebumps form on the surface of your arms as he flicks his tongue against your cunt at a rapid speed, slurping your wetness hungrily.Â
You slap your hand over your mouth, having to bite down into it to conceal your moans as he works you through your orgasm. Your thighs twitch and convulse by his face as he looks up at you, watching you fall apart. He shamelessly watches your chest inflate and deflate with every fast paced breath you let out.Â
âSo fuckinâ pretty ,â he stands, laying you back down against the hood of his car. He cages you in, kissing you without letting you catch your breath.Â
Your legs wrap around his waist, locking him in close as his hand grips onto your chin, tilting your face up so he could kiss you deeper. Heâs such a good kisser itâs almost humbling how quickly he can placate you with his lips alone.Â
He pulls away with a devilish smirk on his face and you roll your eyes, pushing him away from you to slide off the car.
 âDonât get all cocky now ,â he coos, wondering where this energy was not even ten seconds ago.
Your legs wobble and you fight to stand upright, but manage just fine, refusing to give him that much power over you. Grabbing your pants and shorts, you change back in shame, meanwhile he just leans against the hood of the car, watching you with a satisfied look on his face.Â
âNothinâ to say?â
âTake me home.â At least tonight wasnât a total bust; you can still go home and have your dad see him bring you back. You can still have a little bit of dignity left.
He shrugs and fishes out his car keys from his pockets. His car smells just as nice as him, you think as you step inside, tugging your seatbelt on.Â
âWhere do you live?â
You tell him your address and itâs weird how he knows the city in and out, not even pulling out a GPS before figuring out the direction to your house. He parks right in front of your gate and youâre already unbuckling your seatbelt to get out. Youâve spent more time here than youâd initially planned anyway.Â
Except he locks the doors before you could get a chance.
The irritation bubbling from earlier comes back and youâre reminded of all the reasons why you despise him.Â
âLet me out.â
âNot yet, pretty.â He turns off the car and turns to face you. Itâs amusing to him how you still havenât quite caught your breath yet, still panting slightly as a result from your orgasm.Â
âWhat do you want now ?â
He hums in contemplation, musing his thoughts over. âHonestly? To bend you over my backseat.â He sends a suggestive look over to the back and your lips part open in shock. Mainly shocked due to how shameless this guy actually is, but also because youâŠliked theâno.Â
No. Moving on.
âWell thatâsâuhââ Youâre at a loss for words, mouth opening and closing like a fish, struggling to think of something witty to say and the smirk on his face has you wishing your brain was actually functioning right now so you could say something to wipe it off.Â
âLooks like I finally broke that know-it-all brain of yours.â
âYou didnâtââ Your voice gets tinier and tinier as he leans forward, cupping the back of your head to kiss you again. This time, heâs much slower than the previous two, taking his sweet time to work you open. His tongue sweeps along your bottom lip and you subconsciously hold his nape to tug him closer.Â
He pulls away before you could fully get into it, eyes lingering on the swell of your bottom lips before flicking up to your eyes, looking down breathlessly at him.Â
âThink your popsâ is mad at me.â He nods past your body, out the window revealing your dad on the doorstep of your house, looking positively furious, arms crossed by his side, waiting, daring you to step foot inside his house.
You whip your head backwards, eyes widening marginally at his face.Â
Youâve never seen him that mad beforeâŠ.
âOn second thoughtâŠâ you bite your lip, picking your dignity again over your mental well-being. Youâre far too out of it to have another argument with him tonight. âCan you take me to yours?â
âFuck, âcourse I can.âÂ
i'll upload part two later this week once i finish writing it đ»
extra author's note: just a lil fun fact of the day : the arguement between reader and her father was actually one i had with my own dadđ except obviously more exaggarated to fit in with the storyline. funnnnn...
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