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paradiseprincesss · 5 days

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Jonathan Crane x Rachel’s younger sister where after bumping into her at the courthouse (she’s not a lawyer, just a supportive little sister who wanted to see her sister at work, against her sister’s wishes for her to be kept out of it that is), he becomes very infatuated with her and feelings grow for her. When Rachel confronts Jonathan about his findings about Falcone, Y/n tags along with her for support (even thought Rachel really didn’t want her to), and Y/n did really wanna see Jonathan again (he was very charming to her and she also has growing feelings for him). Right before Jon sprays her sister with his fear gas, he drags Y/n towards him and shoves a gas mask on her so she would remain unharmed. Then when they’re waiting for Batman to arrive, he has her right by his side, still wearing the mask for safety. Jon being reallyyy soft with her, petting her hair, telling her how he won’t let anything happen to her. Omgg and at first Batman takes her away from him, but while Jonathan is locked up in Arkham, he has his men go grab her and bring her to Arkham, telling them NOT to harm a hair on her head. Omgg and he’s super comforting when they bring a very terrified Y/n into his Arkham cell (when they’re freeing him), but omgg if his men were rough with her and she did get hurt, ooooh boy would that not end well for them… but anyways… He brings her to his huge mansion for safe keeping while the whole plan with fear gassing Gotham happens😳

goodnight n go - jonathan crane x reader

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notes: if you don't know this song...you must. im putting u on so like, thank me later? also rachel is like in her thirties in the story making the reader like twenty something. anyway, hope yall like dis one.

summary: you're the little sister of rachel dawes, and one day while visiting her at work, you run into jonathan crane. the two of you are instantly drawn to one another, and when rachel confronts jonathan about falcone, he makes his attack on her - all while protecting you at all costs.

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warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, oral (f!receiving), p in v, creampie, kissing, swearing, fear gassing lol, reader has no morals and lowkey cray cray like jon

"you shouldn't have come here." rachel groans, looking at you with annoyance.

"i just wanted to come support you, i even got you your favourite coffee." you say, offering her a coffee that you got from her favourite coffee shop.

she sighs, taking it from you with a small smile. "ugh, fine - and thank you, i appreciate that. i'm just tired today, that's all." she tells you.

rachel dawes was your older sister, and she was currently working as an attorney, which you were so proud of her for. you were her little sister, younger by a almost a decade, and you were her biggest supporter. you were still in college, so you looked up to rachel greatly, as she was a hardworking, successful, headstrong woman who you aspired to be like one day.

"miss dawes?" a voice called out from behind you. turning around, you and rachel both answer with a "yes?" as you, of course, shared the same last name. as rachel looks over your shoulder, and you turn around, you were met with the most breathtaking man you'd ever seen.

he was very tall, extremely handsome, and had such gorgeous, blue eyes that took your breath away even from behind his glasses.

"sorry," you say, embarrassed, "force of habit."

rachel takes one look at the man with disgust, and she seems to be getting increasingly more irritated. "doctor crane, to what do i owe the pleasure?" she says, sarcasm laced in her tone.

"who might this be?" he asked rachel, gesturing to you, and completely ignoring what she had said. with a scoff, she shoots him a dirty look. "this," she says, taking a step closer to you, "is my little sister."

the man, who you learned was "doctor crane", had an amused smirk on his face after she had mentioned that you were her sister. "i wasn't aware you had a sister," he says to her, then turns to look at you, "i'm doctor jonathan crane." he introduces himself, and you smile at him shyly, introducing yourself back.

"it's a shame i haven't seen you before," he says softly, and rachel grimaces, "at least, i don't think i have. i surely would've remember if i saw someone as stunning as you around here."

"seriously?" rachel said with abhorrence, making jonathan smile with amusement once more.

"is something bothering you, miss dawes?" he asks her, to which she looks at him with disdain. "you have no sense of boundaries," she deadpans, "stop trying to flirt with my little sister."

"rachel," you interject, smiling a little awkwardly, "it's fine."

you knew how overprotective rachel was of you, but you didn't want her to start an argument with him, especially not in a courthouse of all places. your older sister had a tendency to be slightly...confrontational at times, so you tried to put out the fire before she started it. jonathan seemed to notice your shift in behaviour, as did rachel, and the both of them swiftly steered the topic of the conversation into all things work-related.

"you really think a man who butchers people for the mob doesn't belong in jail?" rachel asked, raising a brow at jonathan who remained stoic.

"well, i would've hardly testified to that otherwise would i, miss dawes." he says coldly, staring at her with a dead expression.

you stood there awkwardly, unsure as to what you could say in this moment since this conversation had nothing to do with you. you knew it was also none of your business. before you had the chance to escape the situation by silently walking away, rachel dismissed herself from the conversation, clearly fed up with him in just mere seconds.

"we'll see about that, doctor crane," she says, turning to you, "i have to get back to work. you should go, i'll see you sometime next week, okay? dad says he wants to do dinner with us or something on saturday. give him a call for me, please."

walking off with an annoyed huff, she left to get back to whatever work task she was working on prior to seeing you. "is she always like that?" jonathan asked you, his tone shifting into something much sweeter than the one he was talking to rachel with.

"she's just...confrontational, i think." you say, offering a sympathetic smile.

"hm, you don't take after her, i assume?" he asks with curiosity.

"not really, no. i do really look up to her, though." you admit, to which he gives you a small smile.

"i see," he says with a sigh, "i'm afraid i have to get back to work as well, my dear. maybe i'll see you around again - soon, i hope."

every time he spoke to you, your heart started to do little flips inside your chest, making your breath hitch as you stared into those sapphire pools that he had for eyes. "yeah," you say softly, getting lost in his eyes momentarily, "soon."

after he made his way back to the courtroom, you stood there in awe for a moment - he was just so attractive. you didn't know what to do with yourself. you weren't sure why rachel hated him so much; he seemed like a gentle soul.

the thought of him plagued your mind for weeks to come, the little fantasies of him that you conjured up playing in loops over and over in your head like a tape that never ended. his demeanour was magnetic and his aura pulled you in like no other. seven billion people on this earth, and yet, you'd pick him over all others - that's how striking you found this man. better yet, he was also extremely intelligent.

of course, jonathan was feeling the same way about you. he was thinking about you while he was at work, or even doing mundane tasks on his days off. he couldn't believe his luck, what were the odds that the universe that was so vast and filled with so many different people gave him the opportunity to run into someone as beautiful as you? maybe with luck like this, he should play lotto.

"please," you whined, "can i please come with you?"

"no, akrham asylum is for the criminally insane. do you know how dangerous it is? you're not coming." rachel tells you sternly, but you were determined to get her to agree to let you tag along.

"come on, rachel," you plead, "you shouldn't be going alone, then. since it's so dangerous, right?"

she rolled her eyes at your attempt to get her to change her stance on the matter, "i told you, he's dangerous," she warned, "i've seen the state some of his patients are in. i don't want you getting involved."

"i won't, i swear!" you say to her, whining like you were back in high school again and begging to go to some party after your parents had told you no.

"can you stop whining?" she laughed, shaking her head at your continuous attempts of tagging along to arkham asylum. "i know you only want to go because you want to see him again. if you like him so much, why didn't you, i dunno, ask for his number or something when you saw him."

"because i was nervous!" you exlaim, "and i thought you hated him."

"i do hate him," she says, a look of disgust flashing across her face before she changes her expression, "but hey, if you're okay with going to therapy for the next decade, he's all yours."

"he's really not that bad." you say, and in your defence, he'd never been rude to you.

"he's insane," she deadpans, "and you're insane if you think going after a guy like that will end in anything but flames."

"i want to go with you!" you whine again, and finally, she agreed.

"okay, fine, ugh. you can come. just stop whining - and stop talking about him." she groans.

happily, you make your way into her car as she drives off to arkham asylum, and you made sure to look your best for jonathan. you did your hair and makeup, perfecting it for hours, and threw on your favourite outfit. nothing too crazy, just something that said cute, but she's not trying too hard.

as rachel pulls into the parking lot of arkham, you feel your heart do that thing again - you know, doing little flips and making you feel short of breath. all at the just the thought of seeing him again. everything rachel had warned you about went straight over your head, and you were too busy with your head in the clouds to focus on a word that came out of her mouth unless it was jonathans name itself.

walking in, rachel tells the receptionist that she was here to see jonathan. the receptionist pages him, and you impatiently wait to see the man you'd barely known yet craved so deeply. finally, you saw him make his way down a hallway, walking straight to you and straight into your infatuated little heart.

"i didn't tell her to come, just so were clear. she wanted to see you or something, i don't know. but i'm here to talk about falcone." rachel clarifies right off the bat, making you blush. she wasn't supposed to tell him that.

"is that so?" he asked you with a smirk, "well, i did say i hoped to see you again rather sooner than later, so i'm more than happy you've tagged along."

"uh-huh," was the only response you could offer, his words causing your brain to short-circuit and your heart to go into arrhythmia.

"i'll take it you're glad to see me, too." he teases, but his soft, teasing tone and gentle smile disappear the moment he turns his attention to rachel. "and what exactly about falcone did you want to discuss, miss dawes?"

as soon as he gave her the green light to talk, she started to talk. she accused him of multiple things, like drugging falcone with unknown substances. she also accused him of saving falcones thugs with the insanity plea so that they could be under his watch, instead of the law. it was accusation after accusation - she was a lawyer, after all. it was just in her nature to act as such.

"i have something i think you should see." he tells her, expressionless as ever. "please, follow me."

he gestured the both of you towards an elevator that was clearly for staff only, and with the swift click of a key, the buttons lit up. he pushed one as the elevator started to ascend up, and rachel gave you a nervous look. you weren't worried, though. jonathan wasn't crazy...right?

as the doors in front of you opened with a screech, he allowed both you and rachel step out first. he followed suit, and he was guiding the two of you down a dingy, drab and dimly lit hallway which looked eerie as hell. hesitantly, you both followed him until you reached a huge door. jonathan pushed it open, and rachel kept you behind her just in case.

the room he had led you into appeared to be a lab of some sort, with a variety of inmates and patients in their arkham jumpsuits mixing away at some liquid chemicals and toxic looking substances.

"this is where we make the medicine," he says ominously, "perhaps you should have some. clear your head."

without second thought, rachel grabbed your hand and made a run for it back down the hallway. looking back, you saw jonathan hadn't moved - he was still standing there in the lab. rachel pushed you into the elevator, panicking as she slammed on all the buttons. as much as you should've been panicking, you didn't feel the need to. though, you couldn't quite place why you were feeling that way.

"i told you!" she exclaimed, but the elevator doors open again to what appeared to be jonathan with a scarecrow mask over his head. suddenly, he reached for you and pushed you behind him, putting a gas mask on you before a cloud of white surrounded all three of you. all you could hear was rachel coughing over and over, and then suddenly, a group of men were dragging her out of the elevator - leaving you unharmed.

jonathan gently took a hold of your wrist, dragging you along with the group of men as he waked back to the lab. after cascading down a flight of stairs (with jonathan helping you, of course), you reached an abandoned warehouse of some sort. his men placed rachel on some crates, and she was completely out of it. worried for your sister, you try to rush over to her, but jonathan wraps his arm around you softly, shaking his head.

gently, he leaned down slightly and removed the gas mask off of you. you looked at him with tears in your eyes, and he pulled you close. you could still see those strikingly blue eyes through the scarecrow mask, and it was oddly comforting. slowly, he started to pet your hair softly, keeping one arm wrapped around you as the other was gently playing with your hair.

"it's okay, darling," he said softly, "i needed to make sure she would stop interfering with my...plans."

"what did you do?" you whimper, clutching onto him.

"i just dosed her with some of my fear toxin, darling. not to worry, it was not a concentrated dose. she'll be fine and the effects should wear off within half an hour, or so." he says to you, hand still stroking your hair lovingly. "you don't seem too frightened."

"i'm not, i'm just worried about her. she's still my sister, jonathan." you say quietly, and he pulls his mask off swiftly. his eyes were even more electrifying now that his glasses weren't on.

"i know," he coos, kissing the top of your head, "she'll be fine, i promise."

"are you going to dose me, too?" you ask meekly, and he shakes his head, looking almost offended that you would think he'd even do such a thing to you.

"never, darling," he assures you softly, "i'd never let anything happen to you. you're always going to be safe with me."

"really?" you ask him with an innocent expression, looking up at him in a way that was so adorable, he felt his own heart rate start to stagger.

"my goodness, darling. you truly are too cute." he coos, pulling you into a soft kiss - much too soft for a time like this, but neither of you were thinking straight at this point. certainly not him, anyways.

after pulling away from the kiss, he laughs breathlessly. "he's here," he says under his breath, "the batman."

"what should we do?" one of his men asked, looking over at jonathan while he held you flush against him.

"what anyone does when a prowler comes around," he says, "call the police."

"you want the cops here?" another one of his men asked, loading up a gun.

"at this point they can't stop us." jonathan says, shaking his head.

the next moments unfolded in a blur. the whole time you were quivering in jonathans arms, and he held onto you tightly. he continued to place soft kisses against the top of your head and your cheek, telling you continuously that you were always going to be safe in his arms. eventually, the batman did show up to rescue rachel of course, and you were still wrapped up in jonathans embrace.

you were one of the few people that knew bruce wayne was batman, and as he approached you and jonathan, he stuck out his hand. "come," he said, "it isn't safe here."

"i-i don't want to." you whimper, clutching onto jonathans arm out of desperation, and bruce looked at jonathan.

"crane," he growled, "let her go."

before either of you could react, jonathan was being dosed with his own toxin, and bruce was grabbing him by his hair. he shoved you aside as to make sure you wouldn't get gassed with the fear toxin, but you instinctively tried to run towards jonathan. however, bruce being batman and all, was much too strong for you. eventually, the police poured in and bruce quickly grabbed both you and rachel, fleeing.

bruce took rachel to wayne manor, but you demanded to be taken back to your apartment, which was against bruces wishes. "he could've killed you!" he exclaimed to you, but you stayed defending the man who did quite the opposite. "he wouldn't hurt me." you say matter-of-factly, and bruce sighed. eventually, he did take you back to your apartment. you spent the next couple days reflecting on what had happened.

you were missing jonathan deeply, and you wanted nothing more than to see him. you resented bruce, as he had jonathan locked up in his own asylum, being an inmate at the very place he once was the chief psychiatrist at. you let your anger stir within you, but before you could react irrationally, there was a loud pounding at your front door.

cautiously, you open the door ever so slightly. to your surprise, two men who you recognized from the other night stood outside, armed. they said your name quietly, as not to alert the neighbours of what was going on, and told you to grab all your essential belongings.

"we have the others breaking him out of arkham," one of the men informed you gruffly, "and he has requested that we bring you, so grab whatever you need and lets go."

in a rush, you grab some essential belongings; your phone (obviously), a charger, and your wallet all stowed away in your little purse. you knew rachel would be pissed - but oh well, you were your own person, and this was your life, after all.

the armed men bring you to a blacked out car out back in an alley by your apartment building. all three of you get in hurriedly. the drive was quiet, your mind was preoccupied with the thoughts of seeing jonathan again.

soon, you were parked outside of arkham, and it appeared that all hell had already broken loose by the time you got there.

inmates and patients alike were screaming, running out of the building as police tried to keep everything and everyone under control - but it appeared they were failing miserably. the two men grabbed you, ushering you upstairs to what you assumed was where jonathan was. you were correct, as you saw jonathan in his scarecrow attire, the door to his cell busted wide open. he wasn't in a jumpsuit anymore, but back to his regular suit and tie, complete with the burlap scarecrow mask.

"my darling," he rushed over to you, pulling you close, "i'm so glad you're alright. i was so worried about you."

"i was worried about you, jonathan." you say, snuggling into his chest as he held you.

"we must go," he says, "there's no time. please, come with me, my love."

he takes your hand and intertwines it with his, and you happily allow him to. he wasted no time, though. within mere minutes, the two of you were back in the same blacked out car as before, and speeding off the lot so quickly, there was sure to be tire marks left on the pavement.

"darling," he breathes, taking the mask off, "i've missed you insanely."

giggling, you kiss his cheek. "i've missed you more, jon. where are we going?" you ask sweetly, and he swerves down a winding road on the outskirts of gotham.

"my place, nobody will find us. my men have this area surrounded." he says, placing his right hand on your thigh as he started to drive at a reckless speed.

"okay." you say cutely, leaning into his touch.

eventually, he threw the car into park on his driveway. helping you get out of the car, he wrapped his arms around you and walked you to the front door. you took a look at his home; it was breathtaking, quite like he was. the home was huge, a lonesome mansion standing tall in many acres of land far, far away from the dangerous city of gotham.

"this place is beautiful," you comment, hearing some birds chirping in the nearby forest, "it's so peaceful."

"isn't it?" he says, closing the front door behind the both of you, "i thought you'd like it. it's very you."

suddenly, he was pulling you close. he was getting handsy, touching the curves of your body softly as one hand came up to cup your face. "you have no idea what you do to me, darling." he whispered, the distance between you was getting smaller and smaller.

"i think i have an idea." you whisper, closing the gap between you and him.

his lips collided with yours, and within seconds, he had you pushed up against the wall in a hungry kiss. both of you were eager and desperate, not even a minute in your new home and you were already trying to get him to take you right now, against the wall. "bedroom?" you ask breathlessly, pulling away from the kiss. he nodded, picking you up with ease. you squealed and giggled, and he tossed you onto his king-sized bed.

he went right back to kissing you ravenously, the passionate act making you needier by the second. you wrapped your arms around him, kissing him like your life depended on it. he pulled away and started to trail kisses down your jawline and your neck, nipping and biting at the delicate skin. he was marking you up, claiming you as his without saying a single word. you moaned softly at the feeling, and he snaked a hand down.

"god, you're perfect." he mumbled against your skin softly, tugging at the waistband of your pants. he propped himself back up, and started to undress you hungrily, clearly getting impatient. the tent in his pants showed you he was. after he carefully shed you of your clothing, he took a moment to admire your body that laid underneath him. "you're truly a piece of art," he whispered, hooking his finger into the lace of your panties, "i'm gonna worship every single part of you, darling."

slowly, he sunk down between your legs, and you felt yourself losing your breath. teasingly, he pulled your panties down and the cold air made you shiver. tossing your panties somewhere in the bedroom, his mouth watered at the sight of your drooling cunt in front of him.

he dove in like he was starving, licking a fat stripe up your cunt, making you moan breathlessly. he continued to lick at your soaked hole, sucking your clit and peppering teasing kisses all over. "tastes so good." he moaned against you, teasing your cunt with his tongue, continuously licking and sucking in all the right places.

your back arched suddenly, feeling one of his fingers poke at your soaked entrance. slowly, he pushed a digit into your core which elicited a filthy moan out of you. pumping his finger in and out faster, he had you a moaning, withering mess for him in seconds. his tongue continued to lap a your pussy, and he sucked on your clit making your voice hoarse as you screamed his name.

"i-im gonna-" you panted, but he didn't stop, "fuck, gonna cum!" you squeaked, and he lapped up every last drop like it was the last thing he'd ever do. you came all over his tongue, legs shaking, and he took every bit of it proudly.

as your chest was heaving, he got back up and wiped your slick from his mouth with a dopey smile. "i need to feel you do that around my cock, baby." he groaned, unbuckling his belt in a rush while he pulled down his pants.

his cock sprung out against his stomach once he was out of his pants, veiny and thick, just begging to be buried in your warm, sticky hole. settling between your legs, he lined his cock up with your cunt, teasing your sticky folds with the tip.

"jonathan," you moaned, "m-mm, please."

with one hard thrust, he sank himself into your hole. the both of you moaned at the feeling, and he started to set a slow but deep pace. your back was arching out of habit, and you could feel him stretch you out completely. his cock twitched at the feeling of your tight cunt clenching around him, and he groaned your name.

"jesus, baby. you're so fucking tight- fuck-" he grunted, starting to fuck you at a faster, more merciless pace.

"a-ah, so full-!" you moaned breathlessly, feeling his entire length push up against your cervix, stretching you out to the point where the line between pleasure and pain started to blur.

"s'full, baby?" he asked, fucking you even faster, "feels good?"

"so good, o-oh my god!" you squeaked, feeling him split you open on his fat cock, pounding into you so brutally you were sure for the next week you'd be left sore and limping.

he continued to fuck your tight, soaked cunt. your warm walls sucked him in, and the both of you were moaning each others names repeatedly, the pleasure consuming you both. his hand reached down and started to rub circles on your clit, causing you to become an absolute fucking mess for him if you already weren't yet. he continued to snap his hips into you, cock plowing in and out of your aching hole as you took him balls deep.

"s-so fucking close, oh fuck." you moaned, feeling the familiar feeling building up in your stomach as he continued to assault your pussy with his fat cock.

"y-yeah? cum for me, pretty girl" he asked, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, "i'm gonna fucking fill this cunt up till you get fucking pregnant."

the threat had you clenching down on his cock, making him moan. the thought of him filling your cunt so deeply with his cum pushed you over the edge, and the threat of him knocking you up had you screaming his name as you creamed on his cock.

"f-fuck, just like that, baby-" he groaned, "gonna fucking cum in you."

as he let you ride out your high, his hips stuttered and with a few more shallow thrusts, he was filling you with every last drop of cum he had. after he came, he continued to give you a few more thrusts, making sure every single drop would fill your hole. he pulled out after he caught his breath, watching his cum trickle out your abused pussy.

"what a sight." he sighed, smiling as he watched you leak his cum. "i need to see this everyday, i think."

you giggled, and he came to lay beside you, holding you like you were a plate of fine china that could break at any given moment. "i didn't hurt you or anything, did i?" he asked softly, petting your hair as you pulled the covers over the two of you.

"not at all." you tell him, resting your head on his chest.

jonathan held you close to him gently, kissing the top of your head. "you're so pretty," he whispered, "i'm going to give you everything, darling."

"all i need is you, jon," you say, kissing him gently before pulling away for a split second, "now, how are we going to fear gas gotham city together?"

he smiled at you - in that moment, he'd fallen in love with you if he hadn't already. his crazy thoughts and your crazy heart were simply meant to be, complimenting one another in the most unhinged of ways.

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Summary: your brothers best friends takes you home after a party to make sure you get home safe. Things get a little heated when you make the first move…

Rafe takes me by the arm. Dragging me out of the party he sets me in his car. I don’t even remember the drive. My mind so gone from the alcohol flowing in my system.

“Where are we” I slur out. As he pulls me out of the car one arm around my waist as the other opens the front door to his mansion the fresh air gives me a ping of soberness.

“Y/n you drank too much, I’m just trying to make sure your safe, Brodie will kill me if anything happens to you” he sets me down to lean against the wall as he shuts the door and locks up.

I’ve always thought Rafe was hot. His baby smooth face. How gentle he is with me. Always making clever remarks whenever we bicker about stupid shit. His muscular arms that lead to those fingers that I think about every night.

“You good y/n?” Rafe looks at me and realize that I’ve been ogling him this whole time, my body feels desperate to touch him, I can’t help myself.

I reach out for him but my wrist gets caught before I can even lay a finger on his sweet face, “y/n, you’re drunk” Rafes voice is low and husky as his throat bobs, he wants me, I can tell.

“That’s what’s so fun about this” I tease him as a devilish smile curls my lips.

Rafe takes a moment to think before he musks up the courage, “no, this is wrong, your my best friends little sister” he’s still holding on to my arm, like the little bit of contact he gets calms him.

I’m about to say something back but just as my lips part the hallway light turns on. “Rafe. Is that you son?” Wards voice is heard as Rafe pulls me back. “Yeah dad. Just me” Rafe tugs me up the stairs and pulls me into his room.

The alcohol warming my body makes me feel all giddy and definitely gives me the confidence I lack sober.

The door shuts and I take a look around, I’ve never really been in Rafes room, sure we’ve hung out one on one but that was always in a public place.

“Rafe Cameron’s bedroom. Is this where the magic happens?” I can’t help but giggle a little at his frustrated face. He’s trying to contain himself but I can tell he wants to let go.

“No one has ever been in his room let alone this house.” He says under his breath as he walks up to his closet. Opening the door and pulling out a t-shirt.

“Really? Your know all over this town I just assumed..” I walked around his room admiring how clean and well maintained everything was. The bed made. Not a speck of dust to be found on the drawers and a soft sandalwood smell surrounding us.

“Maybe you shouldn’t listen to everything you hear” Rafes back is still to me and I admire the way his muscles are seen even in the dimmed room.

He turns around and I take the opportunity to step a bit closer.

“That’s a same, although it works out for me because now I have you all to myself” I close the space between us but he steps away before I can get too close.

“What’s wrong? Has it been that long you forgot what to do” I tease him.

“You need to sleep it off. Wear this” he hands me the t-shirt he pulled from his closet. “You can sleep on the bed. I’ll-“

“I’m not a little girl anymore” I frown, starting to get a little frustrated.

“Y/n” he rubs his temples as he closes his eyes and huffs a breath. “Just-“

“Do you not want me? Don’t you think I’m hot?” I ask shamelessly, the alcohol giving me a loose tongue.

“Y/n, we’re not doing this right now” he warns in a dark tone

“But your the one that brought me here”

“I’m gonna go get you a glass of water” he starts to move and I blurt out, “wait” I pull the straps of my dress down, letting it pool at my feet “I’m not a little girl anymore”

“Fuck. I know y/n. Trust me. I fucking know” he groans like his whole bodies in pain.

“You wanna see more. Don’t you” I take a step towards him and his body stills but his eyes stay averted away from me. “I can tell”

As I stepped closer his eyes connected with mine slipping down to my chest before making contact again and his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard.

Part 2

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matts-k1tten · 3 months

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𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞.

summary: y/n finds her boyfriend (now ex) Chris cheating on her at a party and vows to make him feel the way she did..

warnings: slight angst, smoking, drinking, foul language, cheating (no actual smut!). let me know if i missed anything

purple: Mia

pink: y/n

orange: chris

green: random girl

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“which mini dress should I wear? this royal blue one? or this wine red one?” my best friend Mia asks.

Mia and I are currently getting ready for a party that a guy in our school is hosting.

“hmm. I think the wine red one you look so good in red.” i reply.

she smiles and goes to put the blue dress away and starts changing.

“hey, do you know if Chris is gonna be there? he hasn’t been answering my calls nor texts.” Mia looks over at me.

“no I don’t think so, but don’t worry let’s just get drunk and have the time of our lives!” she screams and throws her hands up.

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when Mia pulls into the street the party is on, i’m shocked to see that it’s in a huge mansion.

“hey who’s hosting this party? cause this house is fucking huge.” I say my eyes still examining the surroundings.

I see a few people in the front lawn smoking with the door wide open.

“uh I think Max, he’s that rich kid from math.” Mia says.

I nod as she parks down the street.

we get out the car and walk into the house.

I’m immediately hit with the stench of sweaty teenagers mixed with alcohol and weed.

we finally find where the drinks are and Mia pours us some tequila in 2 shot glasses.

“tequila? nice choice!” i laugh as she hands me the glass.

“this is to me and you and us being the boss bitches that we are!” we both cheer as we click out glasses together and down the tequila in one go.

“i forgot how much tequila burns, shit.” I laugh out loud as Mia starts coughing.

“you wanna go dance?” Mia shouts over the loud music.

“uhh duh?!” I giggle as she pulls me onto the dance floor where a lot of people were gathered.

Mia and I are dancing out hearts out when our song comes on.

“Les” by Childish Gambino.

we look at each other and start singing and dancing.

Mia is holding my hands and we scream the lyrics at the top of our lungs.

“𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.”

we sing and start jumping and spinning around.

that’s when I catch a glimpse of what seems like Chris holding another girl with her back pressed up against him.

I look over again to see that it is indeed Chris with another girl. He doesn’t seem to notice me looking from a far as the girl starts to drag him towards the stairs.

I feel my face turn red with anger.

Mia notices that I stopped dancing and stops as well.

“what are you looking at?” she asked as she looks the direction I am.

“oh.” is all she says as I start to go after them.

they walk upstairs but I’m pretty far behind as I watch them walk into a room and shut it behind them.

I stomp up the stairs and run down the hallway to the room that they went in.

Mia comes up from behind me as she watches me press my ear up to the door.

I can hear the lewd sounds of their mouths colliding shortly followed by a zipper.

I hear more whimpers and decide that’s enough and barge in. they didn’t even lock the door.

“what the fuck do you even know how to knock?!” the random girl says as I notice that it’s my ex-best friend who betrayed my trust.

she’s the reason i have trust issues, Chris knows that.

Chris turns to me and freezes.

“baby it’s not what it looks like.” he says slightly loud.

“cut the bullshit Chris! you haven’t replied to any of my texts or answered my calls, now I see you here making out with a fucking whore on a bathroom sink and have the nerve to say ‘it’s not what it looks like’ what a shit excuse when I saw your tongue down her throat!” I scream feeling mixed emotions as Mia watches from behind me.

“I’m not a whore you bitch!” she yells but I just ignore her, to angry at chris to acknowledge her.

“look y/n I’m sorry ok i just didn’t see your notifications.” he says but I can tell he’s lying straight out of his ass.

“Chris I’m so fed up with your shit! y’know what? we’re done. don’t ever speak to me again.” I yell over the music as I grab Mia’s hand and stomp away.

I start crying as Mia follows behind me down the stairs.

we make it outside and start walking to her car when Chris catches up with us.

“no y/n j-just let me explain don’t leave like this!” he stutters out.

I halt and breathe.

I turn around sharply. “no Chris! t-there’s no point in explaining that I just caught you cheating with my ex-best friend and you know how she made me develop trust issues!” I manage to get out now full on hyperventilating.

Chris sees me in that state and starts to walk over.

“c’mon y/n let’s go.” Mia says soft and quiet as she pulls my arm and drags me away.

I’m still looking at Chris as Mia drags me just to see a single tear roll down his cheek.

that’s when I realize.

he really doesn’t feel that love for me anymore.

all those times he got mad because I wouldn’t have sex with him.

the times he left after we argued.

I look away and frantically wipe the tears from my face. Mia opens the car door for me, closes it and walks over to the drivers side.

once she hops in she puts the car in drive.

“that fucking asshole!” I scream and punch the dashboard.

“I’m gonna make him feel what i feel. i’ll fuck him up.”

“𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆.”

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a/n - soo what do we think?? now that i’m reading it over there’s definitely going to be another part to this. guys i know this isn’t good dont flame me in the comments or ill never post again.

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vodika-vibes · 3 months

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Ordinary Day

When you flee to Pabu to get away from your life, you don’t expect to find happiness there. You’ve never been so happy to be wrong in your life.Summary:

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x Reader

Word Count: 834

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I wanted to write something cute and sorta fluffy so I did.

You like your home.

Sure, it’s a bit small, nothing compared to the grand mansions that you used to live in when you were a child, but your home is cozy and warm and safe…and that’s something that you never had growing up.

Yes. You love your home.

Even the squeaky floorboards on the stairs, and the way that the kitchen faucet drips if you aren’t careful to make sure that it’s turned completely off.

But, you have to admit, your favorite part of your home has nothing to do with your home itself, so much as your neighbor, and boyfriend of two months, Crosshair.

You roll out of bed early, and lazily shower and dress before you start opening curtains and windows.

It’s your day off, which means, naturally, that you’re awake with the sunrise. Still, it’s a nice day, so you don’t mind as much as you normally do.

You grab some of the dough that’s been in the fridge overnight, and toss it on the counter so you can have fresh bread later, before you go about opening the curtains and windows in the main part of the house.

Carefully, you tie the curtains to the side, and then push open the window before locking it into place, and a small smile crosses your face when you see Crosshair messing with the speeder in front of his house.

“Does Tech know you’re messing around with his speeder, Cross?” You ask, your voice light as you lean against the window frame.

He straightens and looks at you, a small smirk crossing his face, “Morning kitten.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname, though it’s mostly for show, you both know it doesn’t bother you half as much as you act. “Good morning, Crosshair.”

He flashes a small smile, “What Tech doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“Mm-hmm, but will it hurt you?”

“I can take him.”

You laugh softly, “Wouldn’t it be better to not start a fight in the first place?”

The toothpick in Crosshair’s mouth moves from one side to the other, “Nah.”

You laugh again and shake your head, “I’m going to hazard a guess that you’re the older brother.”

Crosshair’s grin is sharp, “How’d you guess, kitten?”

“I just have a feeling about these kinds of things.” You reply, and then you sit on the windowsill and swing your legs so they’re outside the house, “So, why are you awake so early?”

“Wrecker snores.” Crosshair replies, his gaze dropping to your bare legs for a split second, before snapping back to your face, “You?”

“Ah. Well, today is the first day of my vacation, so naturally I woke up with the sun.”

“Oh, naturally.” He teases with a smirk, “Hate it when that happens.”

“It’s the worst.” You agree, cheerfully ignoring his teasing, “You going somewhere?”

“Yeah, I was planning on spending the day away from everyone, on the other side of the island.” Crosshair replies, as he drops his bag in the speeder, “I just need a break from people.”

“That’s fair. Well, don’t let me stop you-”

Crosshair watches you for a moment, and then he folds his arms across his chest, “Wanna come?”

“I thought you needed a people break?”

“Come on, Kitten. We both know you don’t count as people.”

“Thanks…I think.”

“Are you coming or aren’t you?” Crosshair asks with a roll of his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming. Untwist your panties, Cross.” You hop down from the windowsill, and hurry over to him.

“Hm, you spend a long time thinking about my underwear, kitten?” Crosshair asks as you stop next to him.

“That’s for me to know and you to wonder.” You reply primly.

“Yeah? Well, that’s a shame, because I spend a lot of time thinking about yours.”

“I think that makes you a pervert.” You muse thoughtfully.

“But not you?”

“Of course not.” You grin at him.

Crosshair chuckles and tosses his toothpick to the side, “So, this counts as a date, right?” You arch a single brow at him, “Which means I can kiss you whenever I want, right?”

“Is that how that works?”

“You know, I think it does.”

“Hm…well, if that’s the case, then yes. I suppose you can.”

Crosshair is quick to take advantage of your permission, as he crashes his lips against yours and tangles his fingers in your short hair to keep you close. “There,” He says as he pulls away, “That’s a proper good morning.”

“Hm…is it?” You ask with a dreamy smile, “I wasn’t paying attention.”

He laughs, “Brat. You can get more kisses when we get to where we’re going. In the speeder.”

“You’re so bossy.”

“You love it. Get in.”

“I’m getting, I’m getting.” You reply with a laugh as you climb into the passenger's seat, before leaning back and stretching out.

You love so many things about Crosshair…but these surprise trips, where it’s just the two of you exploring for the sake of exploring, you think you love the most.

#star wars #tbb #tbb crosshair x reader #crosshair x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fics

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doki-doki-imagines · 5 months

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It's Okay if you can handle yandere things, can you do the lin kuei trio, syzoth and raiden if they were a yander, i wanna know what's on your mind :D

tw: yandere, toxic relationships (obvs), gaslight, baby trapping, abuse (physically and mentally), death (not reader or characters), if I forgot a trigger tell me so I can add it🫡.

Raiden: -King of gaslight. -"Don't you remember I told you I was going to train? Why do you always trust her, she keeps tricking you! Don't you remember that one time?" -He didn't go out to train, no friends have ever tricked you. -It's impossible for your humble and kind boyfriend to lie to you. He only wants what is best for you. -That's why on your own accord (it's what Raiden keeps telling you) you have no friends, and don't go out. Your boyfriend already gives everything you need and want. -So when you cry alone in a corner of your room, it's just because you are the stupid one because anybody would be happy with what you have (or at least, that's what Raiden tells you).

Syzoth: -What more do you want? You already bear his children. That should be the apex of your life. -That's his strategy, always having kids, so you won't be able to go out. Syzoth taking care of food and every other basic care. -Your life will be forever centred on him and your kids, nothing else, no other important value, not even yourself. -"Act well, if you lose me, you lose yourself." -You can only nod like the mindless pawn you became.

Kuai Liang: -He is always angry, more often than not taking his anger on your body. -"Sorry fireball, I'll never do it again, I swear, stay with me. Forever." -It's never the last time he hurts you, but you believe him every time, cheeks hurting, throat purple, tears never stop flowing from your eyes. -Liang will try to keep you locked in his mansion as much as possible. No Shirai Ryu trainees should be able to see you, and you mustn't even look at other men other than him. -Or women. -The time you talked with Harumi, you couldn't even open your eyes the next day, face beaten up, and you had to take care of the wounds alone. -But every time, Liang promises that he loves you and you can't do anything other than believing him.

Tomas Vrbada: -He is the classical yandere, lovebombing you, saying that he can't live without you. -Killing every person that gets close to you; they should learn to stay in their space, those cockroaches. -Tomas can just think of you, and he'll make sure you will return the obsession. Not physically obliging you, but by eliminating every distraction that you have. -May the distractions be your friends, your parents, your pets… they all have the same value to him. -Zero.

Bi-Han: -Sadly, I think that even normal Bi-Han has toxic tendencies, mostly because he doesn't know how a normal relationship works. -You mustn't interact with other men. You mustn't have hobbies. -Your entire life should be dedicated to Bi-Han and Bi-Han only. -You won't even have the whole mansion for yourself. He'll imprison you in a small room, and he only has access to it. -Bi-Han will personally deliver anything you need, no contact with any other human being is allowed. -The cell doesn't have any window, so you can't even understand for how long you've been there. -Don't try to think too much, or you'll become crazy, just accept your fate.

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cmoundiamante · 3 months

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THE COLOR VIOLET ✦ S.JY

pairing ex bf!jake x afab!reader

summary He never imagined he would meet her again, and no matter how much he tried to ignore her, because of his kindness he found himself trapped in his ex’s lips again.

genre smut but kinda angst at first (mdni pls), university au, one shot.

warnings mentions of alcohol, smoke and drugs, riki owns a tobacco company, teasing, pet names (pretty, little one, idiot.), car sex, dirty talk, degradation, masturbation, orgasm denial, blowjob, unprotected sex, missionary, squirting, aftercare.

a/n hello everyone, this is my first post here on tumblr!! first of all, i wanna clarify that this os is also found in wattpad but in spanish and with an oc as protagonist, but here i decided to pair Jake with the reader. english is not my first language so pls be kind (: any correction will be considered, not only to improve reading but also for my learning ^^ hope u like it

wc +7k

With the greatest freedom in the world, he gripped the steering wheel with both hands, started the car, and moved forward.

On the day that car had been given away, it was the day to take advantage of the opportunity to go to college for the first time completely independently.

The university he attended had a parking lot at the front of the large establishment, so he decided to leave it near the exit so he wouldn't have to walk far when he left. To his surprise, his best friends were arriving and waiting for him at the entrance, sitting on the tiles that maintained a large plantation of flowers in the back. Jay was smoking a cigarette, Heeseung was sitting next to him with his phone, and Sunghoon was standing swinging on himself, wearing Prada sunglasses that blocked him from the sun's rays.

"Look who's here!" Jay shouted inadvertently that caught the attention of several people around, receiving looks of displeasure or surprise. “Now you'll be our chauffeur."

"Nice car, dude." Sunghoon complimented. Jake knew that the car he owned wasn't even close to the cars Sunghoon owned. Among the many cars he had in his garage, he came with the most monstrous truck he owned, the RAM 1500. It attracted too much attention, but for his social status it was something very simple.

Heeseung, realizing that Jake had arrived, shook his hand in greeting. "Are you coming on Friday?" was the first thing that came out of his mouth. "What happens on Friday?"

"Daddy's boy's gonna have a party," Jay said, throwing the cigarette butt on the wet grass behind him. Sunghoon gave him a bad look, disapproving of his joke. "Do I have to bring anything?"

"Just your presence," Heeseung replied, Jake nodded. He hadn't been out for a long time, he didn't have very good memories of the times he went to fraternity parties. That's why he didn't like to go out, much less dance, it wasn't his forte. Most likely, he'll sit in a corner, walk around the place, lock himself in the bathroom to smoke, or just follow his friends for the five hours he's stuck there. Still, his answer was unexpected. “See you there.”

It was not an hour since he had arrived at that party, and it was too boring for his liking. He couldn't wait to leave.

Jay hasn't left the kitchen since arriving at Sunghoon's mansion, playing bartender, tending to guests who ordered drinks. Heeseung was in charge of leaving the bottles of alcohol that arrived at the house in the pantry, but from time to time he left his post to go to the big room and dance with one of the girls from the university. Sunghoon, host of the meeting, didn't worry about the disasters that could happen in his house, he could cover any expenses and his house would be as good as new.

Jake, on the other hand, didn't have such a leading role in that party, he rotated from the kitchen to the dance floor, and so on. The only thing he drank was a half-liter bottle of beer, although the alcohol did not fascinate him, the sour taste it left was felt too much and he did not like it, but from time to time he did not refuse to drink at least one. Jake's real addition was tobacco, he could smoke two boxes of cigarettes a day. This started the same way he was at the time, at the parties that Sunghoon was hosting.

Last year, one of Hoon's friends who had recently entered college brought a kit that assembled cigarettes and a bag of tobacco. Jake was surprised to see younger people wading into these dirty worlds. The owner of that substance began to hand out cigarettes as if they were candy. Some said no, some said yes, and Jake was one of the victims who agreed to try. Jake wasn't happy with his habit at all, but the times he tried to quit it he would come back to it as if it were a failed love.

He lit up a Marlboro and landed on the kitchen window, exactly where Jay was experimenting with alcohol.

"Why did you have to stand right here?" He complained, taking a disposable cup near him, and pouring an unknown liquid into it. "Hey, stop standing there doing nothing and do me a favor, can you get me vodka?" He put some ice on it and then went to the kitchen counter to hand it to the person who asked for it. Jake reluctantly listened to Jay. The butt of the cigarette made contact with his lips again to free both of his hands, the Australian opened the pantry and took out a Smirnoff, then returned to his place and gave it to Jay. "Thank you, bro. Can I?” Without pointing or looking, Jake already knew he was referring to the cigarette, so he didn't deny it and took it out of his mouth to let him at least take a puff. Jay didn't stop doing his work as he inhaled the smoke from that cigarette, pulling out cups, putting ice on it, pouring liquids.

Jay took away the last entertainment he had, so he tried, for the first time all night he plucked up the courage to go out on the dance floor and dance or what he liked best, which was to find a girl to take out all the stress. He was absent in the kitchen and the loud music resounded and made his whole body vibrate, with his vision somewhat clouded by the dim light of the place he began to look for Hoon's friend, Riki.

Jake spotted the cloud of smoke in a corner of the house, that's when he recognized the group. Riki did not see him arrive because he was talking calmly with his group, a group which it should be noted that being much closer to the Japanese, they were much more familiar with herbs. Jake shook Riki's shoulder slightly, catching his attention.

"Dude, long time no see!" he took the cigarette out of his mouth to avoid burning Jake and hugged him gently, walked away and the first action his mouth managed to do is to gesticulate his typical phrase. “Want some?” lifting the beam between his fingers. Jake snatched it from his hand and took a puff.

"Jay took mine from me, thank you." Riki chuckled under his breath as Jake glanced at Riki's friends. He raised his hand slightly in greeting. “That idiot... If he wants some he know he just could come and ask me, I've got his favorite in the truck." He patted Jake on the back. “How is your life going? Do you still studying, Buddy?”

"Hey, I didn't come here for you to ask me about college." "I bet you came here to get cigarettes, you scoundrel." he joked, as always. "If you don't want to talk about college, that's fine, but something I found out is that a friend of yours is hanging around here." Riki took the cigarette out of his mouth when he saw Sim's confused face, taking advantage of the fact that he was a little stunned by his words. "She's dancing on the dancefloor, she looks fucking amazing." Riki's sight sneakily peeks through Jake's shoulders, who turned around to try to at least find out how she looked like physically, but it was impossible between so many heads. “Don’t know who do you mean.”

"Doesn't matter." He almost finished his cigarette, the moment the burning brushed his fingers, he threw the cigarette butt at the plant that decorated the house, Jake recognized it, it was Sunghoon's mother's favorite plant that he had brought from France. "I'll go dancing with some chick, see ya, man." and at the moment he least expected it, he was completely alone, Riki's friends left at the moment when they paid the least attention to them, so he wasn't going to feed his boredom, he went back to the kitchen.

This time, Heeseung was collaborating with Jay by making drinks. Jake thought about joining, but he didn't empathize at all with the smell coming out of the bottles, so he just watched.

"You're finally here," Heeseung said when he saw the youngest in the kitchen again. “Missed me?" Joked.

"Not that much, and why the fuck do you smell like marijuana?" Jake clicked his tongue, shrugging off the inopportune question, avoiding to answer. "Guess who was ordering drinks around here." Jay kept doing the work for which he had come to that party, regardless of the fact that Heeseung had finished his work.

"Who are you talking about? Riki told me the same thing.” Now the one who clicked his tongue was Heeseung.

"You were with Riki? No wonder you smell like that." Hee pulled a Corona out of the beer crate on the counter. He liked Riki, he thought he was cool, but he didn't like hanging out with him at parties.

"Okay, don't beat around the bush anymore. Who was here?” He spoke to him with a serious countenance. Heeseung couldn't start speaking because of a female scream coming from the bar.

"Heeseung, another one!" Jake's ears were sweetened by that familiar voice, that voice he hadn't heard in a long time, perplexed by the woman's tone he took a while to turn around to get a better look at her. He already knew what the others were talking about.

"It's weird you haven't seen her all night," referring to you, who were yelling from the bar for Heeseung to replenish your drink

You both were two years together, meeting each other in college, plus you had some mutual friends, Jay was on that list. The reason for your separation was not known by absolutely anyone, you guys promised not to divulge anything about your relationship out of respect for the other, the only thing that is known is that you ended on good terms, but neither of you continued to have contact with the other, both went your separate ways. Jake didn't miss you at all, he wasn't able to go through your relationship again.

Your eyes hadn't connected his dark eyes. "Thank God," Jake thought. In that moment of discomfort the only place he could hide was the pantry, which blocked any kind of view from the bar. The pantry was neither that big nor that small, but it had a small window that showed out the private neighborhood in which Sunghoon lived, wet from the dew that was falling. So he took the opportunity to surround himself among the solitude, food packages, cans of tomatoes and bottles of alcohol that were arriving and took the box of cigarettes out of his hoodie pocket.

"Shit," he growled, when he opened the box he found that he only had two cigarettes left, which for this long night, were not going to be enough. He grabbed one of the cigarettes and placed it in his mouth and then lit it. In moments of anxiety or discomfort like these, it calmed him down.

Having broken up on good terms didn't take away from the fact that he didn't want to see you, for some reason it caused a pressure in his chest to find you, much more knowing that you had already moved on.

Loneliness stopped accompanying Jake when the light of the wet moon was no longer the only one that illuminated him, the light of the kitchen appeared on the other side, with Jay watching him from the door. “Don’t hide from her anymore”

"He saw everything, too, what’s next?," he thought. He threw his head backwards, almost bumping it into one of the shelves, but he did it slowly so that the impact would not be painful. "Bro, I don’t like to see you like this just for a woman.” Jay took a few steps, going into the pantry to give Jake some encouragement. “I was so much better knowing she wasn't here.”

"Bro, you've really got to move on." Jake took a puff on his cigarette. "Just wanna get out of here, Jongseong." Jake almost ran out of the pantry, but Jay followed him at a calmer pace, but caught up with him, before leaving the kitchen, he stopped him for the last time. “Take this” He grabbed Jake's hand and planted something in it, it was a bag with some narcotics inside. “Enjoy, Boy” Without asking what it was, Jake left the house, the last thing he cared about was knowing what that shit was. The luxurious doors of the house were already open, surrounded by some young people, some kissing, some smoking, others taking drugs, it was none of his business. As soon as he was no longer covered by a roof, the damp took over.

He started looking for his car keys, slapping his hands in his hoodie pocket, but there was nothing in it. He forcibly turned around to have to enter the mansion again, but it wasn't necessary when he found the woman he didn't want to see in front of him again, casually with his keys her hand. This time your eyes did meet Jake's, making shivers down his spine.

“Jay told me to give you this.” Jake hesitated a couple of times before grabbing the keys, he wanted as little physical contact as possible. “Thanks” He replied, trying not to sound so mean. He grabbed the keys without touching your hand at all and turned around again, but again, it was not possible, it was impossible to escape “Jake,” when he heard his name come out of your mouth he camouflaged all nervousness with seriousness, turning around and resounding a "Hm?" in response. "Why did you leave when I was asking for a drink?" Jake's move away was in vain, because you had stayed close to him again.

"I'd gone to the pantry." for some reason he took the few seconds of silence he had left to look at you closely, but you seemed quite mysterious to him wearing a black coat to cover yourself from the cold. Getting no response, he was about to turn around, but again the escape was unsuccessful.

“Guess you finally get it.” you said looking at the car keys. “Which one is it?” “Fiat MOBI.” Jake was still staring at you, and for the first time in many months he managed to be the one to ask you something. “Are you gonna stay?”

"I don't think so, i get a headache after drinking so much, I can't stand the music." You let out a faint laugh laughing at yourself. "I'll get an Uber."

“Your house is far away from here, won't you be charged dearly?”

"I don’t care about the cost right now, just wanna get home and sleep." when he sees you take out your cell phone and enter the Uber app, he can't restrict himself to giving you a seat in his car so you can get home safely, after all, he still appreciate you, right? "I can give you a ride," he said, finally. "No need, it’s okey." You smiled gently, thanked the action.

"I'm not happy not knowing you're safe at home." Jake's gesture for you to follow him was extremely understandable to your reasoning. He started walking leaving you a few meters behind him, but constantly making sure you were following him, he arrived at the Sunghoon’s parking lot, who had given him permission to park his car next to his.

He unlocked the car doors and turned to look at you, how you had felt shame and guilt for having him take you home. Jake opened the passenger door, waiting for you to dare to enter. “Are you coming?” With the embarrassment you had, you could only respond with a smile. Timidly, you accepted Jake's offer, sitting in the passenger seat waiting for the Aussie to get on the other side.

The town where Sunghoon lived was much farther from the university, so Jake had to drive down the road, braving the fierce rain that intensified as the car moved forward. The music wasn't enough, the awkward silence was too loud to mute the songs playing on the radio, and no matter how hard Jake tried to ignore it, he couldn't keep it up for long.

“What had you asked for to drink?” He asked, keeping his eyes on the highway. “Just orange juice with wine.” You looked out the car window, neither of you wanted to look each other in the eye. “Did you drink?” “Just a beer.”

“Right, you don't drink much.” even though you had broken up with him, you still remembered Jake's tastes. This made him hide his smile by resting his arm against the car window and covering it with his hand. "Hey, this car is so nice, I like the color," referring to the color violet. “It was chosen by my father.”

“Did he buy it for you?” Jake nodded. “For my birthday.” "That's nice." Jake felt goosebumps when he felt your eyes eating him alive, he couldn't see you at that moment but he swore that because of the sensation and his intuition, you didn't take your eyes off him.

"What are you looking at?" confronted you. "Can't I?" The fact that he wasn't even looking at you generated things for you, plus you subconsciously accepted that you were staring at him for a while. You always said it: "My hottest ex was Sim Jake", a saying that you still hold to this day, and you dared to say that your separation could have done good for him since he became more handsome than he was before. “I asked first.”

"At you." your nervous tone doesn't go unnoticed. "How direct." "You know I'm not lying," you said nonchalantly. "Not like you do."

"That's what you think, pretty." The comment you said made Jake feel some anger, but he didn't show it, he just got serious and picked up speed. "Pretty, huh?" You crossed your legs and leaned one arm against the car window, starting to make a big deal out of your crimson red nails. "You didn't even talk to me like that when we were together, how many prudes did you practice with?" If you wanted to fight, he was going to fight. "With Riki's sister," he replied, referring to your best friend. "I can't believe it, do you like Japanese girls now?"

"I never said I liked her." "Then what do you like now? What's your new ideal type?" he didn't know at what point you had lost your embarrassment, but he liked this side of you better than the girl you were before you got in the car. The thunder that resounded throughout the country cooperated with her to make the scene more gloomy.

"I didn't change my ideal type." Your eyes went from his face, to his veiny hands squeezing the steering wheel. "Do you still like Asians? I found out that you mess with those to forget me... I don't think it works for you." he finally sneered.

"Don't make too much fun because the one who went to hide in the pantry to see me was you." "What does that have to do with it?" "You still love me, Jake.” The new smile that was forming on Jake was dissolving again, and he felt his whole insides vibrate as he felt your mouth very close to his ear. "I love you a little too, Jakey." the nickname was too much to tease him, Jake pushed you away. "If you don't want us to end up with the whole car on top of us, then behave, please."

"Did I make you nervous? I like to see you like that." He liked it, he liked it too much, but he couldn't. "I'm not afraid of crashing, but you could throw the car to the side of the road."

"For what?" "To stop going around and fuck me." how little patience you had that you didn't even want to wait until you got to either of your house. But Jake took it seriously. He threw the car to the side of the road nimbly with a bit of rudeness, thanking all the gods who made him arrive at that moment on a straight floor. Before throwing his seat back, he captured your lips that had been begging for him since long before he had set foot in Sunghoon's house.

The lights out and the starry night gave it a touch of uncertainty, neither of you could see the other, only feel, and a unique experience was born between the two of you, not lived before. Your soft feminine sighs protested to come out in the middle of that kiss, so Jake let you take a deep breath as he attacked your neck. With his free hand, he opted to grab the lever on the side of the seat and pull it back. He pulled away from your neck, he too was agitated by the excitement he had. He patted her lap twice, waiting for you to obey him. No sooner said than done, you did.

First you got rid of your long black coat, revealing Jake a classic dress of the same color, close to the body, with long sleeves, and a square neckline. Your neck was decorated with a silver necklace, raised in beauty by a small pearl. No matter how much he loved that dress, Jake wouldn't refuse to rip it off. You wanted to talk, but Jake was sure it was going to be a comment to make fun of him and how little composure he was having now. He caught your lips again, this time sticking his tongue into your oral cavity, placing both hands on your hips protected by the silk of the dress, which was slowly lifting, leaving your lower part more exposed. Jake's hands pressed against your body, causing your crotches to rub, but not by much. Your hands made a necklace, and you caressed the back of his neck, satiating Jake's hunger even more.

A back-and-forth kissing match formed between the two of you, not to mention the desire you had for each other, even more knowing that you had done it before, but even though you had already been together this was a very different case and felt like one, increasing the excitement of the moment. Jake's hands pierced the thick fabric of the dress, his fingers brushing the thread of your panties finally making contact with your bare thighs. "Seems like you missed me." You caught him off guard as you pulled away from the kiss. You'd already kissed him, but you needed to convince him to take it to the next level. "You look prettier when you're quiet."

"If I'd kept quiet, do you think we'd be like this now?" the little air that that kissing section had left you you were trying to get back into that small space between action and dialogue. "So stop talking shits and keep kissing me."

"Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?" You rolled your eyes thinking that because of the heat Jake might listen to you. "Your ex-girlfriend who's under the heat. You're the only one who can help me now."

"What if I don't wanna help you?" Shit, he did want to help, but his arrogance was stronger. "I won't be able to help you with this." You drew imaginary hearts on top of Jake's already formed bundle. "I'll have to masturbate in front of you, not gonna wait until I get home," he swallowed dry. "Also..."

"Touch yourself." he interrupted. "I hope this is the last time you make fun of me, if you continue like this you will regret your actions." Your hands lifted your dress higher and higher. "Can I?" trying to giving you help, however it didn't do him much good since in the blink of an eye, your dress was in the passenger seat. Your faces were still very close to the point that your breaths collided, the smell of tobacco mixed with the smell of alcohol, but your noses rubbed against each other didn't stop Jake from taking a look down and appreciating your body being illuminated by the little light coming from the highway.

"You're wearing a lot of clothes." "Undress me if you want to see me." His finger began to play with the fabric of your bra, without taking his gaze off your body. "Okay, I get it, I have to do all the work myself." You rolled your eyes "I'm pinned down below you, little one." however, you obeyed, ditching Jake's white hoodie, using the perfect excuse to touch his abs above the thin fabric of his shirt. You were depositing your clothes on the mountain you had made on the seat next to you.

Letting his black T-shirt aside for later, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his fly. Between the vision that there was in that car, and the little space that the fly of the jeans allowed to see, you managed to see an aura of humidity in his gray boxers, in addition to the relief formed by his erect masculinity. You bit down on your lower lip. For your surprise, you stopped focusing on Jake and found out that you were soaked too, so you did the work you had pending, touching yourself for him. You threw your torso back, crushing the steering wheel of the car with your back, then you put a hand in your panties and repeatedly brushed your with the moisture that your core had emanated, but Jake was annoyed that you did it obstructing the view, however he did not stop enjoying it. Heavy gasps struggled to come out of your mouth, which when you felt the touch of your icy fingers against your sensitive core, generated such chills that you made a satisfying sway with your pelvis.

"Who are you so soaked up for?" Jake's deep voice was planned to make you more excited, you let out the first moan of the gasp combo. Unconscious, he put his hand to his crotch, which was hard as rock. "For... you.” You threw your head back, while with your free hand you held on to the first thing you had within reach to regulate your spasms. Jake pulled his member out of his boxer and it bounced as he was released, with one hand touching your thigh and the other caressing his needy part, the precum that had come out of his member helped him to have a better rhythm. Jake was making grunts, you were moaning more and more frequently.

"Look at you, a girl as cute as you coming back to her knees for her ex." You sped up your movements. "Who would be so idiot as to do so?" "You're just… as idiot as I am." You gasped between words, your eyes rolling as you used to, you kept having the same habits. Jake's hand that was on your thigh, quickly landed on your neck, not as strong but enough to leave you gasping for air. "Say that again."

"You're a fucking idiot, Sim." you growled to the rhythm of your legs shaking, you weren't far from cuming. Jake realized this and stopped masturbating to rip your hand off your private part, cutting off the stimulation thread you had done for the past few minutes. "I was about to cum, what the fuck are you doing?"

Jake's swift movement caused both of your wrists to be handcuffed by his giant hands on your lower back. "You don't deserve to cum." your breathing remained agitated throughout the act, you hadn't noticed the way Jake was, so when you looked down and found his member uncovered, you already knew what was waiting for you. "And you're going to take care of what you caused." "Of course."

And when he least expected it, he would find himself in his pants down with his hands gently holding your hair, growling your name at how well you were doing your job. You started by gently lapping the tip, and slowly you got deeper and deeper into Jake's length. What you couldn't take you stimulated with your hand, but it wasn't your first time doing it, much less with him, so you already had the ability to take it all.

"You're doing so fucking good." The hands that held your hair press against your head so that their member sinks deeper and deeper into your throat. "This way you still think I'm an idiot?" you didn't answer him because you were still focused on what you were doing, but loyally listening to every word that came out of Jake's mouth, who was trying to show himself immune to your mouth movements. "Just wait for this fucking idiot to break you in two and make you feel like you never did." Tears streaming down your cheeks glistened under the dim light in the car.

It seemed strange to you. He had never behaved that way when you had sex, he wasn't a person who denigrated you, he was much gentler and cared about your pleasure more than his. But no complaints came out of your mouth, you didn't dare to say anything when you knew well that you were loving it. Jake began to squirm. "If you want me to have mercy on you, you'd better keep it up." and to start torturing him a little you stopped speeding up the pace, being slower, but squeezing your oral cavity.

Your knees were already red from the upholstery of the car, however that is not the only pain you felt, there was also the need between your legs and your throat that cried out for goodness. Jake, as gentle as he tried to be in his attempt to grab your hair, sensing that he was close he clenched his fist resting on your head to draw you closer to him. He untied the knot in his stomach and let out a heavy sigh to fill into your mouth, which received the ejaculation without leaving a trace of stain anywhere.

"My knees hurt." Jake ran his thumb over wipes of saliva resting on your restless chin, which couldn't stop taking puffs of air. "Backseat." both of you tried to get to the backseat as best you could, although it took a while you managed to get there, all to have a little more space. You lied down, forcing Jake to kneel on the seats, in revenge for how your knees had turned out.

Something he had noticed as soon as he saw you lying down was that your bra and panties had disappeared, showing your breasts and your entrance. He spread your legs to leave him a good panoramic view, not only of your entrance, but of your entire body. His dick was still erect, and he was patting it against your femininity, which was sensitive with arousal and desire. As much as he wanted to start, he threatened, deciding to give you a reward for the wonders you had done to him before. His thumb wandered from your entrance to his core, collecting your juices to moisturize the area and make it much more pleasurable.

"Jake..." You moaned to tease him, your back arching with each touch of Jake. Jake stretched his body while he was inches away from you, who kept swaying to the rhythm of the movements that your pussy felt. Out of inertia you clung to Jake's neck, leaving your mouth very close to his ear so that he could hear all kinds of noise coming out of your mouth. "I missed..." Your voice trembled, and by a sudden groan you could not finish your sentence. "You missed…" As his thumb exerted force on your, his remaining fingers massaged your entrance, threatening to enter.

“...Your fingers." you concluded the sentence, finally encouraging Jake to stick a finger inside you "Do you like that? this is what you wanted to feel, right?" The touch and penetration were not the same thing, because of Jake's finger you let out a moan different from all the others, one with more intensity. Your slender hands grabbed the arm Jake was holding on to keep from falling on top of you, making a big difference between the sizes of both body parts. The fieriness that ran through your body resulted in small scratches on Jake's muscular arms. He wasn't far behind feeling butterflies in his stomach, he stuck another finger in. "For God’s sakes, Jaeyun." your anxious face heated Jake's body, your eyes closed tightly and mouth half-open struggling with screams stuck in your throat.

"If that's how you feel with my fingers, I don't even want to imagine how you'll feel when I fuck you." He licked his lips as his fingers moved in and out to make contact with your sweet spot. "I need you to do it." the tip of his cock brushed against your stomach, he prayed to go a little lower to finally make you both feel good, but not yet. "Do you really want it?" you nodded as best you could. "Use your words."

"Yes," you whispered in Jake's ear. "Need you inside me." The thrusts of his fingers began to be very hard, but it did not compare to the roughness he could give you with his whole body, so without giving you time to react he replaced his fingers with his member. On the side of both of you, the main moans clashed against the other, contrasting the good timing that made you feel that step. "Now do you love me?" your moans come out like a siren, but the melody Jake heard promised to be eternal.

That question made him question himself a lot of what he was doing, because it was the main cause of your separation, the fact that Jake didn't love you anymore. In his defense he didn't know what he wanted at that moment, his emotional blocks were something he had already treated and it hadn't consumed him for a long time, but at that time it was such symptoms that made you decide to break up with him because you felt alone in a couple that consisted of two people. He spent the first few weeks as he normally did in his daily life, but when he realized that he had lost the woman he loved, he fell into a hole that he thought was bottomless. He suffered it, it was a constant daily mourning to realize everything that had happened between the two of you, because the times he tried to leave he would come back to you as if you were cigarettes, then his friends recommended the best option, therapy.

"I've always loved you, Y/N." he groaned, thinking that the answer was going to be avoided, he didn't want to have such a conversation much less after what they were doing. "At the time you didn't seem to do it" Lust didn't stop him from making him feel bad about what you were saying, so he simply brought both of your legs together, pulling them to the side and resting them on his shoulders, and with his free hand he covered your mouth pressing so that no sound was made, creating harder thrusts. Unfortunately for your bad luck, you guys were interrupted in the middle of the act. Jake rolled his eyes, unchained his burly arm from your legs, searching the front seats for his jeans, where his cell phone was located. Seeing who the unexpected call was, Jay's contact appeared on the screen. Putting more pressure on your mouth, without choking you, he answered the call, imitating a calm, slowed tone.

"Bro, let's have an after party at Jungwon's house, wanna come?" he bit his lip. "Where and what time?" "At Wilson St. 155 at 5 A.M. I promise Y/N will not show up." Jake laughed under his breath hearing your name and seeing in the scene that his eyes were watching. "Don't worry about her, she's here with me. We'll be there." "Jake, what the he-?” and hung up, throwing his cell phone to the seats in front, actually, he fluttered it not even knowing where it might land, but the padded upholstery cushioned the fall. Your gaze became suspicious, wanting to know what had happened to with that call and why you had been mentioned. Jake's thrusts didn't slow down at any point, uncovering your mouth and placing the same hand with which he forbade you to breathe on your tits.

"Why did you mention me?" you asked moaning. Something Jake hadn't realized was that you had started touching your clit on your own. "Jay invited us to an after party, we could still have fun there." His hand was going over spaces of your body that he hadn't touched for more than a year. From your mouth, it went over your neck, then he gave your breasts a little attention and played with the hardened nipples, your abdomen that kept getting puffs of air, and ended up massaging your soft thighs. “Fucking ninfo.”

"If you could feel how tight you are." you stuck him back to your body, feeling his warmth in the car's compacted temperature, your long fingernails making contact with Jake's back muscles, which felt the shape of the stiletto dig into his sensitive skin. "Jake..." You looked into his eyes for a moment. Your body was stiff because you were about to cum, but one of your limp hands made its way to the back of Jake's neck, feeling his sticky skin from the sweat that originates from his pores. "I'm close."

He couldn't contain his modesty when he obeyed your words, whenever he bordered on the limit he didn't think about how the other person could take it, and not only does it influence sexually. The impact of his pelvis made constant noises, and it became more frequent when he began to focus more on your ejaculating. He couldn't imagine having to go through a situation like this. The thought that he had already moved on made him feel stronger, and he didn't know if he had let himself be carried away by the heat, but he wanted to make sure that he didn't do it because he missed you, despite his unconscious telling himself otherwise. A wet current between his legs snapped him out of his thoughts as he withdrew his cock from inside you.

The body fatigue he got ended with him sitting in the same place where his knees stepped, instead, the only thing you got was embarrassment when you saw how Jake moved away from you, and as much as you didn't want to show it, you covered yourself with your legs, making Jake realize this. Both of you were on either end of the back seat, but he wasn't going to let this stay that way. "Come here." his hands patted his lap. With some distrust you approached him, resting your wet legs on his and your head on Jake's shoulder. Your breasts swayed up and down from the puffs of air you two had to take to catch your breath. Jake with the hand he had on your back started caressing it to give you a little confidence after what happened. "Did you like it?" you were grateful that Jake broke the silence, however you still couldn't look him in the eye.

"It was the best fuck you ever gave me." Jake chuckle and gave you a kiss on your forehead. Whatever relationship he had with you, you weren't just any woman in his eyes and he wasn't going to treat her like one. "I don't know whether to take it as a compliment or an insult." You separated yourself from him a bit and in front of Jake you started to get dressed again, you two had more plans later on. "How lucky that the seat is made of leather," you said looking at the squirt you had made, laughing and at the same time concentrating on fastening your bra correctly.

"It's a sign that you had a great time, isn’t it?" As he stared at your squirt, he didn't see his underwear coming on his face. "Get dressed." so quick were you to dress so tactically in mere seconds. You went to the front seat, where your heels were, to put them on. "What time is it?" Jake, somewhat confused by the sudden attitude you acquired, began to imitate your actions. "4:15 A.M., we still have an hour's drive, so hurry up." You looked in the rearview mirror and started fixing your disheveled hair, then started rummaging through your coat pockets to pull out a lipstick and start neatizing the mess you created. "If we get there before five-thirty, I'll let you do whatever you want to me in the bathroom of Jungwon's house."

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— rindou/fem!reader (9.3k words)

cw—virginity loss, mentions of getting together, implied sexual assault & kidnapping (not from rindou)

a/n— inspired by anon lino. Thx for the request, I switched sum stuff up tho bc it was already long as shit n I didn’t wanna make it like 15 k words 💀‼️

Your father is a force to be reckoned with.

Listed as one of Japan’s top twenty politicians, he’s already made a public figure in the eyes of the press & population.

Some hate him, others love him. You wouldn’t know though, not being let outside of your house for safety reasons. It’s lonely a lot of the time, being stuck in your big house with your siblings all day, tall men in black suits, glasses, and ear pieces watching your every move.

Though you were one of the richest families in the country, you felt trapped in a jail cell. The only difference was your cell was a huge mansion with security locks that changed every few weeks, the code only being told to trusted security.

‘It’s for your own good’ he defends his behaviour, thinking isolating his children at home instead of giving them a life for themselves outside is for your safety.

If you needed education? You were schooled online. The best mentors in the country are paid by your father to tutor you and your siblings. If you wanted to make friends? Don’t be stupid.

What do you need friends for when you’re surrounded by all this luxury?

It was lonely , isolating , and boring .

That was why when your father was at one of his meetings, late at night, you took the opportunity to sneak out, replacing a body double made from extra pillows hidden under your sheets.

It was thrilling leaving the house alone for what felt like the first time in years. You were allowed outside of course, your father wasn’t cruel, just protective. But with your freedom came at a price, not allowed outside without the presence of a tall man—maybe two if your father felt the need for it— tailing your every move.

Now though? You were able to walk around the streets late at night without the feeling of someone watching you from behind. You had no clue what to do though, looking around, half the stores were closed, save for that late night 7-Eleven at the end of the road. Bright green, yellow, red lights attract you towards it like a moth to a flame.

The inside is packed full with items ranging from snacks, meals, drinks. You walk around like someone who’s never shopped for themselves before. It’s quite embarrassing, you think, the loathing bitter resentment you have for your father isolating you almost your whole life stirs deep, and green inside your stomach.

You pick out a small snack bar from the aisle and head towards the counter. You’re not that hungry, you just felt bad for walking in a store, seeing nothing you like, then leaving. It seems rude.

By the time you get to the counter, the woman pops her gum as she tells you the price, looking at you with a strange look you can’t decipher.

“One sec—” You smile at her.

She ignores it, rolling her eyes.

It was then you realised you’d forgotten your wallet at home, as well as your phone, the excitement from sneaking out made you lose all common sense apparently.

“I—I don’t have any money.”

“Huh?” The cashier’s voice was high in pitch, purely shocked. “Rich girl like you has no money? What, did your daddy cut your allowance or what?”

“I—wait.” You blink at her, bewildered. “You know who I am?”

“Duh.”

“Oh.” You swallow your nerves down, looking bashfully at the ground.

There was a feeling that your father was hated in this town, you don’t really blame the people for thinking so. Even you yourself hate your father. You know nothing about politics because you refuse to listen to your fathers lectures on it. So you can only imagine that the rest of the country, those who are directly affected by his political beliefs, might hate him too.

A hand claps down on your shoulder, startling you. Looking up, a tall guy, slightly shorter than your bodyguards, stands behind you, holding out the right amount of change in his hand, sliding them across the counter.

“It’s on me,” he tells the cashier, who nods her head, then jostles you with his shoulder. “Now you owe me a favour.”

There’s something about the way he’s looking at you, the smile on his face screams he’s up to something, but you don’t look into it, only happy someone was kind enough to save you from embarrassing yourself further.

“What favour?”

“Come with me.” He doesn’t answer your question, just leads you out of the store. His hand rests on your lower back the entire time, and you feel uneasy, but still push it down, berating yourself for being so cautious, on guard, around a man who was willing to help you out and pay for you.

“Where—” Your voice cracks from nerves, so you clear your throat and try again. “Where are we going?”

He ignores you.

When you try to slow your pace, the hand on your back pushes you onwards, practically forcing you to move. It was when he’s leading you to an alleyway, the nerves you forced down come back full force, a thick, heavy lump forming in the confined space of your throat.

“I don’t think this is—” He pushes you into the alleyway; you land on the floor with a yelp.

“Is that her?”

A voice, husky, gruff, speaks up, different from the man from before.

You try to look up, but your vision is blurred, only seeing specs of colour you assume are people. The thick, pungent smell of cigarettes fills your nostrils, then a foot, heavy and dirty, steps on your head, not applying pressure to hurt, just keep you immobilised on the floor.

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“Nah, I don’t believe it. Pull out a pic or somethin’.”

You want to cough, the cigarettes making it hard to breathe. One of the men crouches down in front of you, pushing the guys foot from your face in favour of tugging you upwards by your hair roots.

“You know why you’re here, right?” He wriggles your head in his hand like he’s rolling a dice, probably uncaring to the way your scalp feels like it’s burning on fire right now. “I asked you a question.”

“I don’t—ow, sir, man, please stop…it hurts—”

“Sir?” He spares a glance to the guy behind you, then his grin turns wolfish. “I like the sound of that.”

“Don’t do too much with her. We need her stable if we’re gunna show her daddy.”

“How much money you think she’ll be worth?”

“As long as she got all her limbs, no cuts or bruises a decent price, but if we rough her up a lil’ bit, she might be worth a bit more.”

Your body feels weak, tense, mouth dry, ears full of static as you listen to these men talk about you like you’re a slab of meat getting pawned off at a butchers, talking about you like you’re not even here.

If only you’d just stayed home tonight, stayed in the confinement of your bedroom, warm and cosy, smells like perfume and scented candles that your grandma gifts you every Christmas, instead of being here, face messy from the dirty floor, hair roots on fire, nostrils scarred with the burning scent of tobacco.

The man lets go of your head, and it hits the floor, your head throbs painfully from the hit.

“You think she’s a virgin?”

“Go check.”

Check?

Your stomach churns, empty lungs short of breath when the man goes to touch your sweatpants, panic rising in your blood.

“No, please, don’t—ow!” You scream in pain when he pushes your head back down to the ground, some dirt entering your mouth.

“ Shut up .”

You’re kicking and screaming at this point, but it’s useless as his hands pull down your sweats.

Cold air smacks your bare skin and you want to cry, heat burning the edges of your eyes as tears form, but no sound comes out.

“Your daddy is fuckin’ up this country, you know that, princess?” The pet-name is cold, icy, as he grits it out like it’s meant to be pleasant.

His finger slides against your clothed folds, and your heart is racing, body limp on the floor as he continues his speech. “You probably don’t know that, huh. You rich fuckers only think about yourself.”

“I don’t,” you gasp out, weakly, hot tears stinging at your eyes.

“Don’t what?”

“Agree with him. I hate him too—hate him so much,” you whimper into the ground, wet chunky tears soaking down your face.

He lets out a hefty sigh, fingers stop touching you down there, and he stands up with a sigh, relighting another cigarette. He takes a puff, a moment to relax himself, and turns to his group.

“What now?” He’s not talking to you, gesturing over to the other men who’ve been watching the whole ordeal with nothing but a straight face.

“I dunno.”

“Ain’t this kinda embarrassin’?”

The men look at the new voice that speaks up from behind them. From what you can spot with your limited vision, he has blue stripes riddled within his blonde hair, adjusting his gold glasses on his face, looking at the group with a disgusted look.

“Fuck does this have to do with you?” The one with the cigarette breath barks out, eyebrows creased with anger. “Go on somewhere.”

The guy simply ignores them, looking straight at you. You feel your blood run cold when you meet his stare. “You alright?”

“I—”

“Don’t answer him.” The guy next to you slaps his hand over your mouth. “Don’t address her.”

“You guys really have nothin’ else to do at night than harass some innocent girl?”

You fear for the guy defending you as he steps closer into the alley, the sound of his boots echoing in your ears as he makes his way towards you. You want to tell him to run, go somewhere, don’t get hurt because of you, but he seems awfully confident, and you couldn’t speak if you tried.

“Innocent? Please, you know who her father is, right?”

He shrugs his shoulders, crossing his arms together. “Na. Who is it?”

“That stupid fat politician scum that’s tryna fuck with our rights.”

He gives him a blank stare, hands shoving themselves into his pockets. “So…what’s that gotta do with her? Go touch up her daddy then. Or what, you scared? Can’t take on a fat man, huh.”

The implication has the guy seething, nostrils flaring as he rips his hand away from your mouth, dropping your head back onto the floor with a smack.

There’s another dull throbbing sting in your head doing nothing but amplifying the previous pain, and your wince catches the attention of the guy defending you.

“I’ll fuckin’ kill you.” The man gets all up in his face, practically drooling like a feral animal without a leash.

“That so? What are you waiting for then?” He smirks as he grabs onto the man’s hands, bunching them into fists and positions them by his own face.

His confidence, his blank stare, his voice…you can’t help but gawk at him, mind hazy as you watch the scene go down. “Hit me, c’mon. I even put you in position.”

The guy spits onto the ground, wiping his nose before lifting his hand to punch him.

“Dude, back the fuck up.” His friend pulls him away, ignoring the complaints and death threats spewing from his lips. “Rin, he didn't mean to threaten you. We weren’t going to do anythin’ to the girl, I promise.”

“Rin?” He cocks his eyebrow meanly. “Are we friends? I don’t know you, don’t call me that.”

The guy slams his mouth shut so quick and fast, his teeth clamp against each other. “S-sorry, Rindou. But I mean it—we really weren’t gonna do anythin’ bad to her! We just wanted to scare her daddy into givin’ us some money. That’s all! I promise…”

“Promise? You really expect me to believe that shit?” Rindou stares at the man who shakes his head in fear. He looks down at you, and your blood runs cold once more. “Did they touch you?”

“He—well, he touched me down there.” You look down at your private area.

The guy guilty of it scoffs, arms crossing over his chest. “It was barely even a touch.”

You glare at him from where you’re sitting, feeling a surge of confidence flow through you now that Rindou is here keeping them at bay. “You still touched me, asshole.”

“I’ll fuckin’ do worse if you keep runnin’ that slutty mouth of yours,” he snarls.

Rindou clicks his tongue, unimpressed, lifting you from the floor easily, hoisting you onto his shoulder.

It’s impressive to you how effortless the action was, butterflies flancing around in your stomach when his arm holds your waist to support you.

“You guys better pray my brother doesn’t find out about this.”

“Fuck you and your weak ass brother.”

That guy has some serious anger problems, because even his own friends are gawking at him like he’s a lunatic for spitting those words out.

Probably some unspoken code in these streets to not insult the ‘brothers’.

Now you’re curious.

“Yeah?” Rindou only chuckles, says nothing more, pulling out his phone from his back-pocket. You lay on his shoulder as he dials who you assume is his brother.

The silence in the alley is deafening, you can practically hear the group's hearts beating out of their chest as the line rings.

“Yo?”

“Bro, guess what?”

“What?”

Rindou walks over to the dude who thinks he’s all that. “Found this guy that thinks he can beat you up, thinks you’re weak ‘n shit. And actually, he said he could kill you.”

There’s a snort over the line. “What’s his name?”

Rindou nods over at him. “What’s your name?”

When he refuses to respond, there’s a beat of silence, then Rindou kicks the guy in the knee, sending him dropping to the floor without a beat.

You’re almost certain you heard a cracking noise, then the guy is screaming in pain. You can’t see due to your position on his shoulder, only looking at his friends who stare at him with a sense of pity, but refuse to speak up themselves.

Rindou drops to his level, bringing you down with him. “I said, what’s your name?”

For the sake of it, Rindou digs his hand on his probably—no, definitely broken knee the same way he stepped on your head, applying pressure each second the guy fails to cough up his name.

“It’s Yamajiki Kenzo! Stop—argh, it hurts! Fuck—” He splutters out, desperately trying to push Rindou off.

Rindou clicks his tongue, standing upright, and brings the phone back to his ear. “Didja get that, Ran?”

Ran says with a yawn, “we can find him tomorrow, no biggie.”

“Actually—ah man, looks like I broke his knee. My bad.” Rindou sends him an unapologetic smile, and the guy looks like he’s three seconds away from jumping at him.

He hangs up the phone, tugging it back inside his pocket, turning to face the group.

“Anyway, I’m taking the girl now, or—” he jostles you on his shoulder, catching your attention. “Want me to fuck them up for you?”

“Wha—”

“Did they hurt you?”

“I mean, yeah—but—” You look around. Half of them are scared half to death right now, it won’t do you any justice seeing them beat up on the floor. Part of you wants to be the ones to hit them though, get revenge for yourself. “I don’t know.”

“Say what? You want me to let ‘em go?”

“I don’t care…I just wanna go home…”

“How’s this,” he jostles you one more time, “I take you home and tomorrow I’ll fuck ‘em up for you.”

“Home? No, no. You can’t take me home—my dad he—he doesn’t know I’m out right now. I have to—”

“I can sneak you in. It’s no biggie, I’ve done it before.”

“Okay…”

“Great.” He turns to face the group. “Just wait till tomorrow. Oh and you might wanna bandage that up. Gonna look fuckin’ nasty in the morning.” He gestures to the guy on the floor with a broken knee, his face burning with sheer rage, eyes narrow, and sharp.

“Whatever.”

Rindou puts you back on the ground outside the alleyway, watching you dust yourself off. A hot flush spreads across your cheeks and you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

“Thanks, Rindou. I really appreciate it.”

“‘S no big deal.” His phone vibrates in his pocket so he goes to check it. “Ah, I gotta go. Somethin’ came up.” He folds it shut. “You okay goin’ back home alone?”

“Yeah.”

“‘Kay, stay safe.”

“Bye…” Your words trail off when he heads the opposite direction. You watch him leave, heart twitching a little in disappointment because you wanted to know more about him. You’re unsure you’ll ever be able to see him again unless you get yourself into more trouble, but then again, he’s not Spiderman, showing up at any signs of danger.

Today was merely a coincidence.

You wish you’d bought your phone.

The walk home was rough. Your face and jaw aches like hell, your legs were sore from being pushed onto the ground without a care. Your heart still hasn’t slowed down, could feel it roaring in your ears with every beat.

You managed to sneak back inside your house without getting caught. Everyone was asleep, minus the family dog, rummaging through the kitchen trash. The security were asleep on their posts, and they’d most definitely be fired if your dad caught them.

You flop back onto your bed with a long, exasperated sigh, staring up at the ceiling, reminiscing over today’s events. You search your pockets quickly, frowning when the snack bar the guy bought you wasn’t there. It probably fell on the floor.

Well that’s a bummer.

You find your phone deep inside your drawers, unlock it, and start researching. Crime in Roppongi has gotten so high over the last couple months, mainly due to the fact those in power are money hungry, only caring for themselves, raising the prices for everybody that can’t afford things. Your dad is a part of that group, and no wonder everybody hates his guts so much.

Everything gets paid for you, which is why you didn’t see this as a big deal at first, thinking money was something that came easy to people. But the sheer rage on those guys’ faces made you realise some have it way harder than others, and greedy folks like your dad and his party are only out there caring for themselves.

Though it was a traumatic experience, you learnt a lot from it.

It’s no wonder why gang activity in the area has been rising steadily. Stealing food and money to survive, dropping out of schools because they can’t afford it anymore.

You fell asleep with your phone on. Your father enters your room in the morning, a little bit confused you had some dirt on your face. He taps you awake. You stir, but don’t fully wake up yet, too tired and exhausted from yesterday's events.

“What is that…” he questions, shifting your body upright to see your face better.

The side of your face had signs of minimal bruising, obvious dirt on your face, staining your skin mud brown, your lip has a slight cut on the upper lip, and your eye was slightly bruised.

“Oh my god, what happened to you?” He’s shaking you awake by force this time, and your eyes shoot open, startled, springing up from your bed and wiping your eyes.

“What? Daddy, why’re you here?”

“ Your face .” He reaches out to cup your cheek. You blink at him, utterly confused, brain hazy and muddled from sleep. “What happened to you?”

A quick peek in the side mirror across your room reveals your damaged face.

So last night wasn’t a dream? Maybe you should’ve figured since it was clearly obvious that in real life you did not have sex with dream Rindou. It was so amazing, despite being a virgin, the sensations were completely up to the imagination. He was touching you down there with those big hands of his, fucking you with that cock of his.

You were in the midst of riding him before your stupid father decided to shake you awake, breaking your thoughts, bringing you back to reality.

Wiping the crust from your eyes, you glared at your dad. “Just leave me alone. I wanna go back to sleep.”

You shove his hand off your face, mood sour, sinking back between your sheets.

“Why is there dirt and bruises on your face? Who did this to you?”

“It was nobody! Okay? I just fell. Go. Away.”

Your dad sighs, rubbing a hand on your shoulder to attempt at soothing you. It only makes you groan, wanting to push him away further, preferably out of your room forever.

“I know you’re lying to me, but I can tell you’re upset about something. So I’ll talk to you later.”

“Whatever.”

By the time he’s gone, you try to head back to sleep, try to force your brain to return to that delicious dream you were having, but all fails. You can’t even get back to sleep, yet alone dream that exact scenario again.

Later that night, after you’ve fixed makeup on your bruises, you sneak out one more time, this time with a mission and a purpose. Phone and wallet in your back pocket, you came prepared.

It seems the name Rindou holds quite a name in the town, asking the people around led you to his current location, what seemed to be a nightclub. You’ve never been inside one before, having seen them all in the movies. It was almost exactly the same, yet more overwhelming, crowds and crowds of people dressed in suits, mini dresses, long dresses, short skirts—you were most certainly underdressed, now realising that now that you left the house in a simple black tank top, paired with a matching black zip up hoodie, and a fresh, clean pair of sweatpants.

You look like you were heading out to a sleepover, rather than a private nightclub, and you instantly regret your outfit choice.

Rindou, on his way down the steps, spots you looking around as if searching for someone, and he can’t help but feel sorry for you. God, you’re so stupid, walking into a place you clearly don’t belong. From your outfit, down to the way you were being pushed around by everybody in the thick crowd.

He sighs, making his way towards you, muttering excuse me’s to everybody he’s shoving past to reach you. His hand latches onto your elbow, making you yelp since your back was turned, and you turn around to punch the dude, only to soften when you see him.

“Rindo—” He’s yanking you through the crowd before you could even finish his name, and you’re trying to push him off you, screaming at him to let him go. “Get off me!”

He’s ignoring you, dragging you out of the main room, into the hallway with all the bathrooms. “What the fuck are you doin’ here?” You open your mouth to speak when he cuts you off. “And don’t say to party, because you and I both know that’s bullshit.”

You swallow your words down, chin lowering towards your chest, avoiding eye contact.

How on earth are you supposed to explain that you were here on behalf of a dream you had the night before and want to re-enact it in real life without coming off as desperate ?

“I—I just wanted to see what a nightclub was like…that’s it.”

“Wearing that?”

“Ok. Rude.” You spot dried blood on the side of Rindou’s face, underneath his glasses. You take a step forward, he takes one back, confused when you keep walking forward, eyes trained on his face.

“What? What are you doing?” He’s backed up against a wall when you reach out to touch his face, thumb wiping over the blood from his face. It’s stained, so you frown, digging around your pocket for some tissues “Why are you touching my face?”

“Because there’s blood on it. What happened? Did those boys from yesterday hurt you? Oh my god, I told you not to go after them! I said I would handle it and now you’re hurt because of me—”

“Relax? Jeez, this ain’t because of you, or from them. It’s somethin’ else.”

“What then?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He grabs your hands away from his face, putting them back down at your sides. “Now, are you gonna tell me why someone like you is out here at a club like this at night?”

“I—it’s embarrassing…”

“Now I gotta know. C’mon, tell me.”

You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest, the action pressing your tits together, cleavage exposed from your shirt. Rindou’s eyes not-so-subtly drop downwards, eyeing the crevice between your breasts. You feel fuzzy when you notice it, hoping he finds you as attractive as you find him.

“If I tell you, you can’t laugh. At all, ‘kay?”

“Sure, c’mon what is it?”

“I…want you…to have s-sex with me.” It felt like a weight has been lifted off your chest, body feeling ten times lighter once the words got out. The initial feeling of anxiety lingers at the bottom of your stomach as you wait for his response.

He says nothing, unblinking deep-set purple eyes stare at you, bewilderedly. His brain works 100mph to figure out how to respond to that. He’s had sex before, a couple one-night stands in the past with different girls, had a girlfriend for a couple months who he had regular sex with until they broke up. It’s not often he has girls asking him for sex, they normally initiate it themselves, pulling him in for a kiss, touching his shoulders, thighs, suggestively.

To have you in front of him like this, asking for it…he’s not sure how to respond to that. “You what?”

“I want you to have sex with me. I had a, uh, dream last night about it and I couldn’t stop thinking about it so I want you to have sex with me. Only if you want to, though I would appreciate it if you said yes.”

You wriggle your hands beneath your shirt, fiddling clumsily with your fingers, watching the bewilderment play out on his face.

He even scratches his head, contemplating your answer.

“I mean, sure? But—”

“Really?!” Your voice pitches higher with joy, then clears your throat to bring it back. “I mean, really?”

“Yeah I guess.” He shrugs, stuffing his hands into his pockets, heading towards the back door of the club. “You comin’?”

“Wha—what, now? You mean now?!” You jog up to him, crossing the distance quickly! He opens the door, you follow behind him mindlessly as he makes his way to his car.

“Yeah, ain’t that…what you wanted?”

“Yeah! Sorry I was just—”

He grunts, rubbing an exhausted hand over his forehead. “Stop talkin’, c’mon already.”

You snap your lips shut, nodding silently as you enter the front seat of his car. The entire ride to his place has you shifting nervously in your seat, seat belt digging uncomfortably tight against your chest.

The view outside is calming, the streetlights flashing against your face as you stare out the window makes you feel like you’re in a movie.

“Alright, get your ass on the bed.” Rindou nods at his bed, beginning to shed his shirt off. You blink at the sight of his bare chest, thick black ink covering the right side of his chest. It’s distracting, but attractive, mouth salivating at the sight. When you do nothing but stand there, he cocks his eyebrow at you. “Did you hear me?”

“No—I was just…wow.”

He looks confused for a second, following your fixated gaze towards his chest. “Oh, this?”

“Yeah…it’s—so cool.” He snorts, moving towards his bed, dragging you down with him. “Did it hurt?”

“I don’t feel pain.” He’s half paying attention to your words, tugging you onto his lap, hands eagerly untying your sweatpants strings.

“Ooh, edgy—hey! Calm down—” you yelp when he drags your hips forward fiercely, struggling to undo the knot.

“How many times did you loop this shit? What the fuck.”

“I dunno—I just do it.”

He finally unties it, lifting your hips up to tug your pants down your legs.

Your hands hold onto his shoulders, fingers digging tight into his skin as his hands wander your body. It managed to feel better than the dream, which was expected, his warm, moist, calloused palms gripping onto your waist.

He kicks off his pants to the floor, setting you back down flat on his lap. Something feels hard between your legs, pressing into the flesh of your bare thighs and it takes you a minute to realise what it is.

“Is—” you gulp down your words, fighting reality. “Is it meant to be that hard?”

“My dick? Uh, yeah. What, you’ve never touched one before?”

You shake your head anxiously, stomach burning weakly, biting restlessly at your lips as his brows lift, stunned, and bowled over at the fact that he’s about to take your virginity.

“Oh.” He looks down at your hips, white-hot fingers grazing delicately down the curve of your hips. “That’s—wow. Are you sure you wanna do this?”

In contrast to before, you nod your head quickly, and with an indescribably hunger you grab onto his hands on your hips, boldly shifting them backwards to cup your ass.

“I want this, and I won’t regret it. Promise.”

“Even if this was the worst lay of your life?” He says it as a joke, lips curving into a playful smirk as he shamelessly gropes your behind.

“I wouldn’t have anything to compare it to anyway.” You shift a little closer, hands creeping to hold behind his head, itching your fingers in the soft streaks of his hair.

His eloquent eyes drop down to your lips suggestively, soaking in the glossy sight of them. Your body is stiff as you stare at him, blinking rapidly at what’s to come. He doesn’t say anything, just looks back up at you, asking you with his eyes.

Your eyes slip shut mindlessly when he leans forward. His lips are soft, just like his hair, sensually moving them against yours. He’s patient as you learn the ropes, sometimes moving your lips at the wrong time, catching them in an awkward position. He tilts his head to create a new angle, your body stiffens still when the angle makes the kiss deeper.

“Relax,” he pulls away to whisper the words along your lips, kissing down the curve of your jaw sultrily. “You’re too stiff.”

His hands slide up the slope of your back in an attempt to soothe you, hugging your body tight to his. The feeling of his hands holding you is strangely affectionate, the feeling of your heart buzzing in your chest gives you the newfound confidence to lean forward again, capturing your lips together.

It’s quicker this time, more generous and warm, lips sliding against each other, and he drinks up the sounds of your soft moans. Your hands move to grip onto the side of his face, replicating the image you had created in your dreams.

When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, looking up at you with those eyes of his that never fail to drive you crazy.

“Take off your shirt.”

It’s getting real now, you realise. His voice is seductively low, slightly breathy and you fidget backwards, spine straightening, hands sliding under your shirt to reach behind you, unhooking your bra.

You drag it down and under, unsure of what to do with it, choosing to hand it to him. The second it's in his hand, he tosses it away in favour of lifting your shirt up and over your head.

He reaches under your shirt , both hands cup your soft tit, palming, kneading it. He uses the side of his head to nudge you back into a kiss.

As if now muscle memory, you hold the sides of his face as he presses firm kisses against your lips, one hand pulling at your nipples, rolling, flicking his thumb against the sensitive beaked bud, other hand gripping the size of it in his big hands, occasionally squeezing at it when a soft noise escapes your lips whenever he does something with his tongue, licking into your mouth with fervour, biting at the swell of your lips.

Your thumbs brush against his cheek bones, tilting his head to the side as you scoot yourself closer on his lap, wanting him as close to you as possible.

“So what made you agree to this, Rindou?” you ask questionably, and he breaks the kiss to look up at you.

“I mean, you’re hot, that’s for one.” He lifts your shirt up, but doesn’t take it off, putting his head under and starts to suck your nipple.

You wish you could see his face, only looking at a budge moving around through your shirt. The feeling of his wet tongue gliding across your nipple is extra sensitive, and you bite at your lip to control your moans.

“S-so you find me hot?” You feel warm and fuzzy inside when he nods his head through your shirt. “W-what else?” you ask through a shuddered breath, groaning, eyes slipping shut as your head lifts to the ceiling when his teeth tug at your nipple.

“I dunno,” he grasps both breasts in his hands, squeezing them together, groaning at the sight. “You ask a lotta questions, though.”

“...sorry.”

“What’re you apologisin’ for? It’s cool.” His tongue kitten licks at your nipple a couple times, and you shudder when he sucks it back into his mouth.

“I’m not sure….I always just apologise, I guess.”

He hums in acknowledgement—you think— raising your arms as he’s shrugging your shirt off your body, throwing it across the room. He picks you up from his lap, laying you flat against his bed, propping up his pillows as you snuggle into it.

“It’s comfy,” you say with an awkward smile, unsure what to say now.

Are you supposed to kiss him again? Didn’t you do enough kissing already? Or was it too little? Do you hop right into the sex? Maybe you should’ve watched some porn before this, gotten a little comfy with the setting before jumping straight into losing your virginity.

He laughs as if he could read your racing thoughts, and you look up at him through beaded eyes, but in reality, he’s laughing at your awkward smile. It’s cute, clumsy, and innocent.

“You’re so cute,” he says, leaning forward, propping his arms beside your head, taking in the sight of your face, blinking up at him daringly, lips pursed and parted.

He bends down to kiss you slowly, shifting to fit himself back between your spread legs as they lock around his waist, keeping him in place.

Before you could fully melt into the kiss, he’s pulling back, bracing himself on his knees before your legs, big palms spreading them out further.

You feel exposed, hands covering your face, wincing when he rubs the palm of his hand up and down your clothed pussy, fingers grazing your clit delicately through the fabric of your panties.

“Oh—oh wait, that feels good—”

You’re bucking your hips up into the feeling, trying to feel it again. His finger brushes it again, and your lips fall open in a soft moan. “Oh my god, wait—”

“I’ve barely even touched you yet,” he chuckles, amused, and you swear you feel your thighs tense up when he drops down to the bed, face inches away from your pussy.

His hands grip onto your thighs as he stalks forward, tongue darting out to lick a long strip from the top of your pussy to the bottom, and up and down, up, down again and again through the fabric of your now soaked panties.

Shaky hands wind themselves in his hair, holding the strands in a makeshift ponytail as your back bows off the bed with each lick, every nimble stroke of his tongue.

“Can you—uh, wait—” You sit up on your elbows, looking down at him between your legs. “Can you remove the panties? Please?”

“Yeah, hold-on.” He peels your soaked panties away, bound by your slick, and his saliva, that he eagerly laps up, eyes closed, groaning between your legs at the taste of you.

You can’t bear to watch him eat you out, closing your eyes, head hitting the pillows as your hands reach for his hair again. He’s mumbling something under his breath, burying his face deeper between your legs.

He doesn’t let you catch a breath, tongue scribbling ruthless patterns against your drenched folds that have you squealing, tugging at his hair desperately.

Rindou normally doesn’t do oral, rather have someone else go down on him, but just the thought of making you suck his dick makes him feel bad. There’s a hidden array of feelings concealed by his lust for you that makes him want to just pleasure you tonight, hence why he’s leaving his own comfort zone to make you feel good.

He can’t seem to get enough, unsure if it’s meant to feel this good for him despite not being the one being touched.Maybe it’s the way you pull at his hair whenever he sucks with a certain amount of pressure on your clit. His fingers dig more profoundly into your thighs as his tongue flicks and sucks along your clit, up and down, repeating that same motion over and over and over, drinking up your slick in a way that drives you crazy, tugging almost painfully at his hair that it's pleasurable.

Your hips start jolting away from him, trying to run from the feeling of his tongue spreading your puffy lips, tearing you apart piece by piece, lick by lick, stroke by stroke. It’s too much. Too much for you to handle in one sitting, muscles tightening as it chases your climax, goosebumps rising to the surface of your sweaty skin.

“Rindou—ah! F-fuck! I’m—” Your bite your lip so hard it aches, adding to the throbbing pleasure as you cum, hips jerking against his face to spread your juices along his chin as he groans at the feeling, strong hands holding you in place as his tongue continues slurping at your pussy.

You forcefully try to rip him off you, body unable to take the pleasure, your mind hazy, like you’re floating in another dimension. It feels like you aren’t in control anymore, unable to moan loudly as you squirt on his face, whimpering as your shaky legs begin to slow down.

Rindou pulls away, bottom half of his face now soaked as he lifts himself up from the bed, wiping at it with his forearm. When you open your eyes, the corner of your mouth turns downwards when you see the sight of his bedsheets, soaked in your mess.

You don’t mean to feel embarrassed, after all, he was the one that drove you to that point, but your shoulders hunch together and you pout regardless. “I’m sorry—”

“Sorry for what? That was so hot.”

“Really?”

He nods his head, gently pushing you back down to the bed.

“Yeah, it was,” he breathes as shuffles forward, spreading your legs more to get another good view of your pussy. “You look so good—” he dubiously strokes his finger against your slit, dipping it inside, loving the way your back arches upwards. Your reactions are so cute. “—so wet, you’re so hot, fuck—”

“Rindou—” You’ve never been filled, never had anything up there before, so the feeling was new territory, and uncomfortable but as he picks up the speed, your cunt drips more, soaking his long finger, giving it the momentum it needs to continue fucking in and out, in and out.

“How’s that feel?” He presses a finger upwards, brushing your g-spot, and it’s like something inside you switched, a sudden heat prickling inside you has your body jolting forwards with a loud moan that has him biting his lips, pinpointing that spot with his finger effortlessly.

Your body can’t handle another orgasm, and at this rate you’ll be cumming in no time. Your body tries to pull away from him, thigh muscles contracting, toes curling, as his finger fucks you deeper.

His eyes are focused on your body; the pain-laced pleasurable look on your face is his motivation to keep going, slipping in a second finger to watch you go crazy, moans rising in volume, hips jerking from his touch.

“You close?” He asks despite knowing the answer, wetting his lips as he’s watching you attentively, revelling in the way your walls clamp around the girth of both fingers, sucking him in each time he dares to pull out.

“I—I think, yeah—ah—” Your moans sound gargled at this point with how hard your shoving your head into the pillow to silence them.

To hear how noisy you’re being is embarrassing; sinking into the pillow is half to conceal your blaring screams, half to sink into the softness in shame. Despite the burning heat in your face, the unwavering, direct gaze on Rindou’s face as his thumb rubs speedy circles on your clit is enough to push you over the edge, tip you towards your climax for a second time, body convulsing and twitching as a second round of fluids leave your body.

It’s less than last time, having squirted it all out before like a leakage, but it’s powerful enough for your eyes to roll, lips parting in another silent scream as your legs try to desperately push him away.

His fingers still inside you as his eyes survey the damage done to your body and his sheets.

It’s equally messy on both ends, your chest inflating and deflating with every heavy pant, the area on your thighs closest to your pussy now soaked with a mixture of his saliva and your slick. His sheets are ruffled, practically pulled away from their neat placing, wet patches splattered the clean shirts dirty.

When you finally catch your breath, you can’t even find your voice, scared to talk incase of another voice crack, so you stay silent, brows furrowing at the dull ache in your thighs that grow progressively hotter when you try to sit up.

“You good?”

You peek an eye open to stare at Rindou. From his POV, you’re unsure what you might look like: drained, bushed, spent…the list goes on, you think. “I’m fine.”

Your legs are limp, like the small energy you had left in them fizzed away after your second orgasm. It’s not until you hear him unbuckling your pants, you remember you’re not done yet.

There’s still one more little thing left…oh—oh, it’s not little at all.

You’re speechless when he pulls his cock out from his briefs, shrugging them down his legs, onto the floor. He holds it like it’s nothing, like your mind isn’t shaken up, like you’re not goggle-eyed.

Your blinking dumbly, half scared, half still processing stuff out when his hand wraps around the base of it, slowly stroking himself up and down, twisting his wrist when he reaches the tip.

He’s telling you something, but you can’t hear him, not with the way blood is racing towards your ears, blurring out the sound of anything and everything.

“Hey,” he jostles your leg to catch your attention, and it’s like your ears pop, free of static. “I asked you to reach in the dresser. Pass me a condom.”

“Oh—oh, yeah okay.” You gulp down your anxieties, reaching over to his dresser.

You grab a condom packet and toss it to him. He catches it effortlessly, putting the edge of it into his mouth, holding it with his teeth as he spreads your legs for the third time today, fitting himself between them.

It’s hard fighting the urge not to fidget beneath him, tell him you’re not ready and storm out the house, limp over back to your house with your half working legs. But you’re not a bitch—you say weakly in your mind, completely lacking the confidence to say that aloud.

He rips the condom packet open, and for a second you’re puzzled with how that tiny thing could possibly fit around the length of his cock. It’s long, but not huge, not thick either, on the thinner side with a slight curve to it. That curve is already making your insides scream, wondering if you’ll be able to feel that inside you.

Is that a good or bad thing? To feel it in you? Will it add to the pleasure, or just make you bleed?

Your questions go unanswered as you watch with pure focus as he rolls it down his cock, like a veil, and it fits perfectly.

“Alright, I’ma push in now,” he says, leaning forward, strong arms braced at your sides. “If it hurts, squeeze me, ‘kay?”

You nod dumbly, blinking up at him as he rolls his hips against yours, the tip of his cock running over your weeping hole, all wet and ready for him to slip inside.

You can feel your walls stretch open when he shifts forward, engulfing the tip inside your pussy inch by inch.

“Oh—” you choke out, not liking the way the stretch feels.This is far worse than the feeling of his fingers, his tip being three times the size of that.

It feels like forever with the pace he’s going at, ever so slowly pushing himself inside. When he’s around halfway, that’s when the stretch turns into a burn, a heavy, unsettling prickling sensation around your abdomen that has your nerves igniting in a state of panic.

Your fingers fly to his shoulders, digging them almost painfully into his muscles, letting out a shattered breath when Rindou keeps pushing.

“I know, I know—it’ll feel good in a bit,” his lips brush against your temple soothingly, giving your forehead a gentle kiss, fighting the urge to groan at the pain stinging in his shoulders.

When his hips are close to yours, the final inch of his cock left to be pushed inside, your hands fly around his neck, almost cutting off his blood circulation with how hard you’re holding him.

You both let out a satisfied sigh when his hips are pressed flush against yours, his sigh mainly due to pleasure, the heat of your warm cunt is enough to make him spiral; your sigh mainly due to thanking the heavens you didn’t get ripped in two pieces. There’s an agonising ache gnawing in your legs the longer his cock stays nestled inside your pussy.

With what limited space he has, he pulls out slowly, till the tip is left, and you feel so empty for a short moment, before he’s slowly pushing back in, getting your body used to the ministrations.

He repeats this over , and over, until your hold on his shoulders loosen, until your moans are reduced to whimpers, then he picks up the pace just a little, slamming back inside you enough to hit deeper and your back arches off the bed. Your hands get stripped away from his shoulders, bunched up at the wrists, and pinned above your head as he fucks into you raggedly, rolling his hips in a way that hits deeper than your g-spot.

“Rind—Rindou—I wanna t-touch you—stop—” you beg breathlessly, wriggling your wrists from underneath his grasp. “Please.”

The attempt is useless, his grip as strong as his brutal thrusts. You’re sure your body won’t recover after today, you’ll be bedridden for days, weeks even.

He shuts you up with a long kiss, your sweaty chest pressed flush against his own.

He holds your chin up with his spare hand, tongue flicking into your open mouth, tangling with yours. Your hands curl in on themselves, desperately trying to touch any part of him, hold his hand before he pulls away, breathing heavily as his spare hand moves between your legs, spreading you out further, pushing himself deeper. The new angle is relentless, finally feeling the curve of his dick hit your g-spot repeatedly. You see stars behind closed eyes, fingers scratching desperately at his wrists to let you go.

His hips begin to stutter, his pace falling off when your walls spasm and contract around his cock. The condom does nothing to stop the tight squeeze of your pussy holding him in place.

He groans by your ear, the audible and deep noise sets your nerves ablaze, unintentionally clenching around him, ripping another groan from his lips.

Letting go of your hands, he sits up on his knees, both hands gripping the fat of your thighs unceremoniously, digging his nails into the flesh. The pain added to the pleasure going on between your legs, body happily welcoming the sting of his nails.

“H-holy shit—” he grits out, eyes trained on the sight of his cock pushing in and out of your overstimulated pussy.

“W—what?” You dare to lift yourself onto your shaky elbows, barely able to keep yourself upright.

There’s a ring of white cum being shoved into your pussy, and back out again with each thrust, covering the see-through condom cloudy.

“What i—is—ah—that? Is that bad?”

It looks bad…is that supposed to happen? Why is it that texture? Did you get an infection? All these thoughts race through your mind at rapid speed.

“No, it’s not bad. It jus—just means you—fuck—” He can barely get a sentence out, not with the way your pussy spasms around his cock, the way your pussy squelches audibly each time his hungry cock ruts into you. “T-touch your tits, make yourself feel good.”

“Okay.” You reach down, grasping your tits in both hands, squeezing them the way he did before. It doesn’t feel good, you think, unsure if you’re doing it right.

“Your nipples,” he laughs at your confused face, “touch ‘em.”

Your fingers play with your nipples, rolling them between your fingers as his hands slide upwards to your hips. You yelp when he lifts your lower body up from the bed, angling your body in a way that makes his cock hit your spot easier. The sensation from your nipples, paired with the shockwaves of his hips slapping against your ass, blur your vision completely, hitting your peak. Your gut tightens, body dissolving into a feverish pleasure, nipples tender with each rapid flick of your fingers. You think you black out, moaning in a silent scream as you come undone on his cock, crying out his name when his hips stutter, gritting out fuck as a warning he’s about to cum.

You feel empty when he pulls out quickly, tugging the condom off and jerks himself off, shuffling up the bed to kneel beside your body, tugging his cock till cum splatters on your bare chest. It feels warm on your skin, your hands quickly reaching out to scoop it up on your fingers, experimentally tasting it.

It tastes salty, earthy, on your tongue, and he watches as you scoop it up a second time, sucking it from your fingertips.

“Fuck, stop doin’ that, drivin’ me crazy.” He shudders, cock twitching when you look up at him, smirking deviously as you lick up another scoop, making a show of your tongue wrapping around your fingertips.

He’s reaching over into his dresser, grabbing some wipes to help you clean up.

“It didn’t taste like how I expected it to,” you say, laying flat on your back as he drags the cold wipes along your chest.

“That a good or bad thing?”

You shrug, eyes following him as he lays down next to you. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think I can walk right now.” You curl up next to his body, seeking his warmth as he grabs the covers, pulling them over your body. “Don’t laugh at me!”

“‘M not laughin’,” he lies straight through his teeth, a throaty silly chuckle leaving his lips as you dig your fingers in his chest, trying to push him away, fake pouting as a light laugh pours from your throat as-well.

“You literally are! Stop—” He catches your hand when you try to swat at him, placing it back down by your side.

“Thanks for the ego-boost,” he smirks down at you, wiping the sweat from your forehead away.

You shift closer, hand brushing his hair away from his face, gently taking his glasses off, tucking them neatly on the side. You sit up on your elbow, bending down to kiss him. His heart rate skips a beat when your lips, soft, warm, brush his own. His hands slide down to your hips, holding you in place when your tongue traces the edge of his own. You moan when he sucks the length of your tongue sensually, soft whimpers leaving your lips when he sits up, switching the position, laying you flat on the bed as he fits himself between your legs. Your hands skim across his hair, digging them into his scalp as he bites at your lip, swirling your tongue around his.

It’s quite possibly the most intimate kiss he’s ever had, drinking up every inch of you, rolling his hips against yours when your legs wrap around his waist.

He knows he needs to stop—you know you need to stop too, but the way your heart flutters when he groans into your mouth has you kissing him harder, grabbing his hand to squeeze at your breasts.

You pull away first, wiping the saliva from your mouth. “I—I think I should go home now.”

“Can you walk home?” He asks genuinely, but there’s a hint of a playful smirk on his face that has you punching his chest softly. “Stay the night, I’ll walk you home in the morning.”

“But my dad—”

“Who cares? What’s he gonna do?” He dips his head down to your neck, and you pull him closer as he sucks bruises onto your skin.

“He’s strict and protective. He’ll notice I’m gone—”

“He’ll notice you can’t walk straight either. There’s no difference.” When you still look unconvinced, he pleads, hand sliding down to cup your ass, relishing in the way you gasp out. “C’mon, stay please?”

You bite your lip as you think. He has a point; your legs are so sore right now you doubt you could even stand on two feet to head to the door, yet walk through your house without your dad noticing something is up. He’s already suspicious about the bruises on your face that you still need to think of a better explanation for, this will just make him confirm whatever suspicions he’s thought of.

“Ok. I’ll stay.”

Time passes quickly, steady. Months of you sneaking out successfully to meet Rindou at his house, months of you losing yourself in his sheets, tugging his hair as he spreads you open with his fingers, eating you out till your legs shake and cum on his face each time, kissing you like he loves you, riding him like a woman starved, sucking the salty thick cum from his cock, smiling deviously up at him as you swallow it.

Months and months of you learning everything about Rindōu, meeting his family, his friends, creating some sort of social life for yourself.

“So when can I meet your dad?” Rindou asks, catching the ball he’s been throwing repeatedly at the ceiling.

“Never. He’d hate your guts, Rin.”

“So? The feelings are mutual, then.”

You look at him, unimpressed, rolling on the flat of your stomach on his bed. “I’m serious. He’s gonna be weird about it, hate on you, your background, your family, your tattoos—”

“Oi,” he nudges you gently with his feet. “What’s wrong with my tattoos?”

“Nothing!” You sit up, crawling towards him on the bed, lifting the hem of his shirt up, revealing the slightest glimpse of the thick black ink you love so much. “Love it so much, Rin.”

“Yeah?” His lips twitch up to a grin, resting a hand behind his head, “show me.”

You peek at him through your lashes, fluttering them chastely, grinning cunningly, leaning down to kiss down his chest.

His muscles contract and flex with each light kiss, rucking his shirt upwards as you make your way further up his chest.

You kiss up to his lips, shuffling yourself on his lap, sucking sweetly along the swell of his lips.

You pull away with a sigh, sitting back on your knees.

“But on a real note—” you cover his mouth with your palm when he tries to kiss you back, ignoring his ticked-off brow. “—you cannot meet him. At least not yet.”

He says something muffled beneath your hand. You remove it, and he repeats himself. “You’re scared I’ll say somethin’ outta pocket, ain’t you?”

He grins at your eye-roll, wiping some hair from your face as he takes a moment to admire you. You barely notice the love-struck look on his face, too busy ranting about how your dad absolutely cannot find out about your secret relationship.

“I know you’ll say something out of pocket, Rindou. But it’s too early now…and he’ll probably ground me for life for sneaking out all the time to see you and I can’t risk not seeing you anymore. It’s not worth it,” you take his hand, squeeze it gently, reassuringly. “You understand that, right?”

He cradles your body in his lap, like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. In truth, you are, he’s never been happier since he’s met you. His brother noticed, his mother noticed, his friends noticed. Even he finds himself thinking about you more than he should; you creep into his dreams at night with that voice of yours, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, creeping your way into his head whenever he zones out.

“Yeah—yeah, I get it.” He pulls you in for a tight, warm hug, nestling your head in the crook of his neck. “I’ll wait however long you need me to.”

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