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selfish | haitani ran

synopsis. haitani ran wants you, but can't have you because it would be considered selfish. content. 12k words (listen ik its long just hear me out..), fem!reader, friends to enemies to lovers, mild fwb situation gone wrong, ran's mother is in prison and gives shitty advice, implied sexual harassment (some creepy junkie, nothing happens though), mildly toxic ran, possessiveness, alcohol mentions, ran says hurtful things when he's drunk. NSFW content. authors note. this was inspired by an ask that i changed up a little because i LUV drama, so anon if you see this and recongise the plot creds to uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu for the idea!!!!

You were jolted awake by the violent buzz of your phone, muffled by your pillow. You groggily sat up, wiping your eyes and slapped around under your pillow for your phone. Carefully, you rolled to the far edge of your bed and answered.

“Hello?”

“Come down. I’m outside.”

“Ran it’s…2 in the morning.”

“Just come. I want to talk to you.”

You slipped from your bed, yawning and grabbing your house keys on the way out. Once you were outside, the instant regret of not bringing a jacket hit you as you shivered from the cold. You were about to run back inside, but decided against it when you saw Ran’s car parked at the end of the road, the lights on and the windshield wipers actively wiping away the snow.

You resisted the urge to dramatically slam the door shut when you got in the car. “There better be a zombie apocalypse happening right now if you think waking me up at 2 am was a good idea.”

“So I can only contact you when the world is ending?”

“At 2am, yes.” You leaned your head back against his car seat, mindlessly closing your eyes to savour onto the lingering signs of sleep. “Why’re you even here? I thought you were out of town.”

“I had plans.” He drummed his fingers along the steering wheel.

“Like plans or ‘plans’?” His smile turned into a smirk and you grimaced. “Ew don’t touch me.” He laughed playfully and gestured at your seatbelt. You put it on as he started the car, pulling out onto the main road.

“So where are you taking me anyway?” you asked, plucking at a loose thread on your pyjama bottoms.

“Nowhere in particular. Just driving around.”

“Cool. So why am I here then?”

“Wanted company. Is that so wrong?”

You looked his way, wondering if he was being serious right now. “Why didn’t you call your brother then? Or literally anybody else.”

“Because I wanted to see you.” He glanced in your direction, seeing the stunned expression on your face that you quickly fixed when you realised he was staring.

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah sure. Whatever.” You yawned and turned to the side to lean against the window.

“If you’re tired you can sleep.”

“I don’t wanna fall asleep on you. That’s rude.” Another yawn. “I’ll manage it.”

“You hungry?” he asked, pulling up towards a late night fast food drive-thru across the street.

“Kinda. Now that I think about it, I barely ate all day.”

“Don’t know how you do it honestly.” He was plucking at his baby hairs as he slowed the car to a stop. “Alright whaddya want.”

You peeked past his body to look at the menu on the wall, the bright lights straining your tired eyes. “Literally anything. I don’t care.” He clicked his tongue and stared at you. You sighed. “I don’t want you to waste money on me.”

“Don’t stress,” he said, waving off your concern with a wave of his hand. You settled in your seat as he rolled down the window. You were distractedly scrolling on your phone to pass time as he spent the next five minutes ordering.

Looking up, you saw he already had the bag of food on his lap, but instead of handing it to you, his arm is leaning against the window, smirking as he talks to the cashier working the drive-thru. She has her finger twirling her hair, leaning so far from the narrow window you’re surprised she hasn’t fallen out yet.

“Hello?? Can we go?!” you snapped.

“Oh, sorry.” The girl leered in your direction, taking you back momentarily before she fixed her features in time when she looked back at Ran. “It was nice meeting you,” she said softly, her voice lacking the same venomous tone she gave you earlier.

“Pleasure meeting you too. See you around beautiful.” You don’t know if he winked or did his signature smirk at her, but it was something of that nature because she had to fan herself to calm the redness on her face as his car began driving off.

You took the bag of food from his lap and ripped it open. “Do you really have to flirt with every girl you meet?”

“Someone sounds jealous.” You weren’t even looking in his direction but you could envision the shit eating grin of his face when he said that.

“I’m not jealous. I just know how to keep it in my pants and not go around flirting with every guy I meet.” You bit the packaging of the straw and poked it in your drink more aggressively than you intended.

“Have you maybe thought that’s because you just suck at flirting?”

You almost choked on your drink with how quick you moved your head to face him. “I don’t suck at flirting!”

He snorted, taking one hand off the wheel to support his head as he leaned against the door. “Sureeeeeeeee.”

“Don't say sure like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because you don’t believe me!”

He shrugged. “I don’t.” He stopped the car at a red light. “Show me how you flirt then.”

You stared down at the food in your hands, contemplating if you should. When you looked up, you saw him already staring at you, waiting. “Fine.” You wiped your hands and set your food back down, putting it back in the takeout bag before shifting to face him on your seat.

You cleared your throat, readying yourself to speak. The second you opened your mouth, it was like your mind blanked and you instantly closed it again. “This is too embarrassing. I can’t.”

“It’s only embarrassing if you make it embarrassing,” he responded back, shifting his attention back on the road when the light changed to green.

“No. I just know you’re going to laugh at me if I do it.”

“No I won’t.” He put a hand over his heart. “Scouts honour”

“You’re so ridiculous,” you grumbled but laughed nonetheless. “Okay, I’ll do it once we get home. I need time to prepare.”

Ran seemed to agree with that and in the fifteen minutes it took you to get home, you finished your food. He was parked outside your house across the street and you were idly sipping at your drink.

“Alright, ready?” He turned the engine off, leaving the radio still on.

“Wait this is my favourite song.” You inched forward to turn the volume up only to recoil when he slapped your hand away. “What the hell?!”

“Stop stalling.” He ignored the frustrated look on your face. “Show me already. I didn’t drive you here for nothing.”

“You shouldn’t have driven here at 3 in the morning anyway!”

“So ungrateful.” He pinched your nose with two fingers, laughing when you swatted him away. “Show meeee.”

“Okay fine! Fine!” You set your drink in the cupholder and turned to look at him. “I actually don’t know how to flirt.”

“Had a feeling.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Want me to teach you,” he asked gently, looking directly into your eyes. You found it hard to look away in that moment, like so much was riding on your answer.

You nodded slowly. “Yeah… okay…”

“Alright. Guys love it when you’re confident and can hold eye contact. So hold eye contact as much as you can, but don’t stare like a creep. That shit’s weird. Show ‘em you’re engaged in the conversation when they’re talking about themselves and just stare into their eyes. Shit, that even gets me all fuzzy when a girl knows how to hold it. Had me stutterin’ and shit once.”

You blinked and envisioned a stuttering, flustered Ran in your mind. “Really? Eye contact? That’s all?” He shrugged and nodded. “That sounds really hard to believe honestly.”

“Really?” You nodded. “Reaaaally?” he repeated, extra slow, giving you enough time to back out when you have the chance.

“Yes. Reaaaaally Ran.”

“Tell me what you did today.”

You crossed your arms and looked up at the ceiling. “Well…I woke up this morning…I went to work, had lunch, worked until 4, then came home and studied.”

“In detail.”

“Is that really necessary?” you complained, but the look on his face was completely serious. Sighing, you settled back into your seat. “Okay so I went to bed late as fuck last night and I woke up at like 12 which was so bad because my shift started in fifteen minutes. So I wondered whether or not I should go and—”

“Look at me when you talk.”

You were about to slap him. You sighed and turned to look at him.

“I went to back late last night and woke up at like…” Your mind blanked, and you struggled to find your words or remember what the hell you did hours ago with him looking so intently at you. “...11 ish? Which was—”

“You said it was 12, no?” he tilted his head, his stare unwavering.

You gulped. “Yes. Sorry. I woke up at 12 and my shift started at 12:15.” Your face burned. Just what the hell was wrong with you. In that moment, you felt like you were out of your own body, spirit you watching as you did nothing but blink uselessly at Ran. You fought the urge to slap yourself and ignore his slutty mind tricks.

You looked down at your lap only to have him lift your face back to him with a single finger. “You’re not done with your story yet.”

“...right…right.” You cleared your throat again. He leaned forward, forearms resting on the steering wheel, locking his gaze on you. Was Ran always this hot? Surely you’ve noticed it before but not like this, where your mind is focusing only on him, and pushing all other stray thoughts out of the way

You inhaled deeply and regained composure. “And I briefly considered whether or not I should go in late…but my boss has been kinda mean to me lately and…”

He raised an eyebrow, nodding as he studied your face, and urged you to continue when you stopped talking.

“...so I went in and finished my shift. My boss wasn’t too mad at me which was good I guess.”

“Then what?” His voice was purposefully different than usual, it was lower in that moment, throwing you off balance completely.

Your throat suddenly felt dry. “One second.” You grabbed your drink from before and began taking long sips from it, still feeling the intensity of his stare against the side of your face. Once you gulped half the drink down, you forcefully swallowed your burp, not wanting to ruin the weird, but heated atmosphere in the car with your natural bodily functions.

“Then I went home to study for my exam on Thursday and fell asleep. Then your annoying ass woke me up and here I am.”

He laughed lightly, pulling back to return back to his seat. “How hard was that? Be honest.” His head rested back against the headrest, smirking at you. “Don’t lie now.”

You looked down at your lap, averting your eyes from his and refusing to make eye contact. You hated that you had to admit that it actually worked, his intense eye contact had actually effected you. He kept urging you until you persisted and you groaned inwardly. “Fine. It worked.”

“Seeeeee?” He jostled you playfully, and you smiled weakly. “I told ya. Anyway, want more advice?”

“There’s more?” Was the eye contact not enough? You didn’t even want to think how much power this man has.

“Yeah. Say his name a lot. Drives me crazy when I hear a girl say my name.”

You snorted. “Sounds oddly narcissistic of you,” you retorted before you could catch yourself. “Sorry.”

“(Y/N),” he called your name in a deep, rumbling tone that had you internally shut down and log off.

Once you came back, you grinned, impressed. “Wow…you’re good,” you admitted, subtly rubbing your hand along your arm to rid it of the goosebumps that seemed to sprout up whenever he spoke to you in that tone. “You’re actually a danger to society.”

“It’s fun making girls all flustered.” His hand rose to rest on your thigh. When you didn’t shrug it off or tell him to stop, his fingers began to caress softly against your skin. His touch felt electrifying, zapping through the fabric of your pyjama bottoms as he continued his actions.

“Something wrong?” he asked teasingly when he saw you struggle to control yourself, clenching your thighs together.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“You’re not gonna tell me to stop?”

“No.”

“I see.” His thumb continued to stroke your inner thigh.

You don’t know what possessed you at that moment, but you grabbed his hand and placed it between your legs. He looked at you, confused and surprised at your sudden boldness.

You pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, and whispered into his ear, “I can be seductive too, you know?”

Something in your words ignited a flame inside him, something primal and raw when your lips softly grazed down his ear. He turned his head to meet yours.

“I’m sure you can be,” he said softly, leaning in to kiss you gently. The kiss was only a soft press of his lips against yours, and your desire to want him to kiss you for real grew stronger by the second.

His hand moved down your body, helping you pass the console to straddle him. One hand slid down the back of his neck as you kissed each other hungrily, your tongue sliding out to meet his. He bit your bottom lip, gently sucking it while running his tongue along the inside of your mouth, slowly parting your lips with his.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, pulling away to look down at him, resting your forehead against his. You went back in, and the kiss quickly turned heated, hungry and wild. “This doesn’t mean anything, right?” you asked, panting slightly.

He broke the eye contact to look down at his hands on your waist, sliding down to your hips and held you firmly in place, leaving no space between you. “Nah. Let’s just have fun.”

He cupped the back of your neck to bring you in for another kiss, your insides melting as your body temperature rose at the feeling of his rough hands working you over. He fumbled with the drawstrings of your pj bottoms until they loosened, slipping his hands inside, desperate to touch bare skin.

“No panties,” he grinned against your lips, giving you a peck when you flushed.

“They’re uncomfortable at night…gotta let it breathe, you know?” you mumbled, looking down at his lap.

He nudged your head up using his own and reattached his lips to yours. His hands continued to explore your body, roaming up and down your back, clutching at your waist. He placed his hand firmly on the back of your head, gilding your head movements into the kiss.

His thumb traced circles on the soft flesh on your hip as your mouth left his to plant open, wet kisses along his neck, teeth nipping and skimming when the radio thought it’ll be a wonderfully convenient idea to switch from the soft music it was playing earlier, to sudden heavy death metal, loud instruments and screaming booming through the car.

You both jumped apart, your head smacked against the roof of the car, wailing as you winced when Ran started laughing. “It’s not funny!”

He doesn’t stop laughing because why would he, but he at least reached forward, your body on his lap following his movements as he turned the volume down.

“Why do you even have that on your playlist?!”

“Rindou had a…phase. I hate it too, don’t worry.”

You continued to rub the sore spot and pouted when you felt a headache blooming, already kissing goodbye to your good night’s sleep tonight.

“Come here.” He smoothed a hand over the sore spot. “Better?”

“Kinda.” Your sour mood lessens and you start laughing, hiding your face in his shoulder. Your shoulders shook as you struggled to control your laughter. He laughed alongside you, his arms tightening around your body as he pulled you back against him.

“That scared the living shit out of me,” you panted, finally catching your breath, kissing down the side of his neck.

He turned his face to properly meet yours. You kissed him deeply, slowly rocking your hips with his as his strong hands squeezed tightly against your ass. After a while, you broke the kiss, your body now craving more than just kissing.

“Stop teasing me,” you complained, pushing him lightly on the chest.

“‘S fun seeing you so worked up,” he said with a shitty smirk, pressing a kiss to your neck. Your head lolled back as he steadily worked his way down the column of your throat, then down your chest.

His fingers bunched around the hem of your shirt, about to tug it off when you looked outside. The sun was still dark, but the promise of sunrise just around the corner as it rounded near 4 am. Obviously people wouldn’t be up and walking around this late, but the thought still made you stiffen.

“What’s wrong?” Ran asked, pausing with your shirt half way up your stomach.

“Can we go inside?” you asked, dragging the tips of your nails along the flat plane of his stomach. Despite having spent the last ten minutes making out with this man, the question implied more and your face burned when his eyes widened a bit.

You looked down at your hands moving under his shirt, tracing patterns across his skin and bit down a giggle when he squirmed as you hit a particularly ticklish spot, poking his belly button. You took a mental note of that for later…

“You sure you wanna?” he asked carefully. You nodded. “Alright. Let’s go.”

You quietly stumbled out of the car, holding his hand as you crossed the street to your house. You were fumbling with your keys, hard to find the keyhole in the darkness. It wasn’t helping your focus and accuracy with Ran behind you, fingers caressing your hips and waist, nipping at your neck. You let out a soft moan, giving up with your keys to lean your head back against his shoulder to give him more access before you quickly came to your senses.

“I need to open the door, go away,” you said with a huff, ignoring his laughter as you pushed him away.

The door slammed shut and you locked it before pouncing on Ran, letting him press you up hard against the door as he hungrily devoured your mouth. His lips branded the soft skin of your neck as he dipped lower, carrying you to your bedroom. You were dropped mindlessly on your bed, bouncing from the impact as he hovered over you, your mind pleasantly blank as you focused solely on how badly you needed him right now.

His fingers slipped down your underwear and you saw stars.

~*~

As you were walking through the aisles of the grocery store, your music was interrupted by your phone ringing. You jerked your phone out from your jeans pocket to stare at the caller ID. Just a long string of numbers.

“Who is this?” you asked suspiciously, racking your brain for a time you handed your number out to anyone you hadn’t saved.

“It’s Ran. What, forgot about me already?”

Your mood immediately dampened and you clutched your phone tighter in your hand. “Why’re you calling me?”

“Easy with the hostility, man. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“And you couldn’t have done this, I dunno, in the two months you spent ghosting me? And don’t tell me “easy with the hostility”, I have a right to be fucking mad after you just hit and dipped like that.”

“Hit and dipped?”

“You ghosted me dumbass.”

You heard a loud exhale. “Right… yeah about that.”

“What do you want Ran?”

“I miss you.”

You almost forgot how to breathe. “Areyoufuckingkiddingmerightnow?”

“You heard me. I said I missed you.”

“Let me guess, there’s no other girls available right now, right? That’s why you’re bugging me?” It would be a wild accusation if not for the fact after that night you spent together, his phone buzzed incessantly, the constant vibrations waking you up and you saw notifications of girls in his inbox, sending him the usual “are you up?” text messages, followed up with images of themselves half naked.

He hummed. “Why would there be other girls? I’m talking to you right now.”

“Because you’re you.”

“Ok, but I’m serious though. I miss you a lot.” You found it so hard to give this man any sympathy.

“Well who’s fault is that? Nobody asked you to stop speaking to me after that night.”

“I know I know. I messed up. I just didn’t know how to approach you after that.” He sounded seriously stressed over this, and your face softened for a fraction of a moment before memories of you constantly checking your phone to see if he bothered to open your message yet reappear in your mind; just like that, your scowl is back, sympathy long gone.

“Right. Because THE Haitani Ran gets nervous after sex. Wow, shocker.”

“I mean, you were the best lay I ever had.”

Your traitorous heart stuttered without your permission, making your lips quirk up into a smile. “Really?” You cursed yourself for even entertaining his bullshit, and cursed your body even more for reacting in such a manner.

“Yeah, course you were.”

“Then why’d you ghost me? It’s like you want me to hate you. I swear to god for the life of me I’ll never under male logic.”

“It’s not male logic. ‘S just me, being a dumbass.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“This was different though because we were friends before we fucked, and I didn’t wanna make things weird. I had no clue how to text you after that.” You guessed that made sense, having felt the same awkwardness the morning after waking up sore with him beside you.

“Oh. Well, it’s only weird if you make it weird.”

“Right. So…can I make it up to you?”

“How?”

“Let’s hang out.”

“Like hang out or ‘hang out’?” Part of you wanted it to be the first one, not wanting to ruin anymore awkwardness in your friendship by sleeping with each other again. But the other part of your body already was hellbent on it being the second, already addicted to the way he makes you feel in bed.

“The former. But,” his voice dropped lower, “it can also be the latter, if you’re down.”

“I’m down,” you said a bit too quickly for someone trying to seem indifferent.

“Cool. See you tonight then.”

Before you could say goodbye, he was already saying hi to someone else, and then hung up. Any negative emotions you felt for him was tempered by the excitement buzzing through your limbs as you continued shopping for groceries with a dopey smile on your face, happy you were able to patch things up.

~*~

Time passes since you both agreed to this weird friends with benefits arrangement. All awkwardness is stomped on and thrown out the window, now more open to the matter. Months go by of you losing yourself in his sheets, of him mapping out your body with his tongue, latching his mouth onto your skin and marking you all over. Months go by of you craving his touch whenever you’re alone, picturing his voice in your ear, his presence caging you from above when you’re with other men. Months go by of you both making plans, with you, more than him, staring at your phone the entire day, starting the mental countdown to when you’re next able to see him.

Life is good for Ran, until the day he dreaded the most every year rolls around. The day he has to visit his mother in prison along with Rindou. Their meet-ups are nothing more than an annual thing, visiting her on her birthday every year.

“So what have you been up to this year?” she asked disinterestedly.

Ran could see right through her, can see she’s started using again if the bloodshot eyes and the not so subtle way she rubs her nose were any clue.

“Good ma,” Rindou responded. “I’ve took up DJ’ing in a few of Dad’s clubs in my free time.”

At the mention of her ex-husband, she sneered. Rindou rolled his eyes. “Are you gonna do that every time I mention him ma?”

“I’ll react however the fuck I want when you bring up that passed around, dried up whore of a man,” she snapped. Rindou doesn’t react, already used to her mood swings and aggressive comments about his father. She jerked her head over to her weirdly quiet son. “And you? What’s your deal?”

“My deal?” Ran asked, matching her levels of indifference.

“What have you been up to,” she repeated slower, like he was dumb.

“Nothing.”

“What? Your life is that shit you haven’t done anything for the past year? Nothing at all?” She stared at Ran who responded with silence and a blank stare. “Even I’ve done shit and I’m stuck in this hell hole.”

“Well whose fault is that?” Ran snapped back. Rindou slapped his forehead.

“Listen here you—”

“Ran’s been seeing a girl ma,” Rindou said quickly, hoping that small drop of information about his brother’s life was enough to diffuse a bad situation.

“A girl?? Who?”

“Just some girl. You don’t know her and never will,” Ran grumbled.

“Is she…?” she gestured at him, at herself. He didn’t respond and she changed the wording of her question. “How did you meet?”

“She’s not involved in what we do ma. If that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Good.” She let out an exhale in relief. “And you make sure to leave her out of it.”

“What?”

She pointed her finger at him. “Don’t pursue this girl because you’re selfish and want to bring her in potential danger. Keep her around, fuck her or whatever it is you do in your spare time that you wanna keep a secret from me, but if you pursue her romantically then you’re a selfish piece of shit.”

Ran stiffened, his glare hardening in her direction. “Keep out of my goddamn business.”

“You know I’m right, Ran. That’s why you’re mad. Isn’t that right, Rindou?” She looked at her youngest son who looked tentatively between them both, staying stubbornly silent. She clicked her tongue and turned back to Ran. “You’d rather put this girl in danger because you can’t stand being alone by yourself. You’ve got issues, Ran. That’s why you haven’t had a relationship longer than 3 months. Correct?”

Ran stared down at the table, silent.

“Do you care about her?” she asked and Rindou had no idea if he pictured it or not but it looked like she softened for a moment.

Ran didn’t respond, but nodded in slight movements.

“If you truly care about this girl, you’ll leave her alone. It’s for her own good. Bringing her into your lifestyle is just selfish.”

“Times up,” The officer from the back of the room said, walking towards the table with handcuffs.

She stood up and placed her hands behind her back. “Do the right thing, Ran.”

“How do you know that’s true though?” he asked.

“Speaking from experience. Look at me, suffering from the actions of your father. He brought me into this lifestyle, and I wasn’t prepared for it. So now I’m facing the consequences. You’re just like your father, Ran. An emotionally distant, sadistic, messed up man. Embrace it or don’t. Try to change or don’t. Either way I don’t care. Just don’t ruin others because of that nature.”

The officer tightened her handcuffs and locked them. “Let’s go,” he said, before escorting her out of the room.

Rindou looked at his brother with sympathy. “You okay?” His hand rose to rest of his shoulder but Ran stood up before he could make contact.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and turned around. “Let’s go.”

~*~

You weren’t sure what was going on with Ran but he seemed emotionally distant. He was no longer affectionate towards you when you both hung out, his response time was a lot slower than it used to be. When you had sex, he was totally fine though, which weirded you out because he would randomly do a complete 180 out of nowhere with the affection.

“That was amazing,” you said panting as you collapsed back on the bed. Ran hummed in agreement, gathering you in his chest as you cuddled. You buried your face in his neck, the scent of his cologne heavy in your nose.

“I know,” he sighed, looking down and kissing your forehead. You smiled harder, fighting back the urge to giggle and use his warm body as a blanket.

You were playing with the tip of his braid, occasionally twirling it around the tip of your index finger when you decided now was the time to approach the topic that’d been brewing inside you the last few months.

“So…” you traced your fingernail across the spiral tattoo on his chest.

He looked down at you, a lazy smirk on his face. “So?” He kissed your forehead again.

You bit down on your lip and forced yourself to look into Ran’s eyes. “This might sound cliche, or cheesy or whatever but…”

“Doubt it,” he snorted, taking your hand off his chest and linking his fingers with yours, clutching your hand tightly. When you looked stumped for words, he nudged his shoulder, softly jostling you in the process. “What’s up?”

“Well…” God, this was harder than you thought it would be.

You chewed the skin of your lips as you tried to calm your nerves before you exploded with anxiety. You nearly froze when he placed his thumb against your lip, tugging it free from its brawl with your teeth.

Fuck it. “I just wanted to know…what are we…?”

It didn’t help your already racing nerves when he froze beneath you, and you swore you could feel the blood in his body stop flowing at that moment.

He sat up abruptly, sending you sliding off his chest. You blinked uselessly at the muscled plane of his back, grabbing the sheets and clutching it towards your chest, your body deprived of the warmth his body provided earlier now making your limbs go cold.

He scratched his hair and sighed exhaustedly. “I gotta be honest with you.”

You barely found your voice as you softly said, “Go on.”

“I don’t want a relationship right now.”

“Oh.” You quietly cleared your throat, sitting upright and shifting backwards on your mattress until your back hit the headboard. “With me…or?”

“Anyone.”

“So…what was the point of this then?”

“I dunno? I mean I just thought you liked…” he gestured at the both of you, hoping you’d see where he was coming from. When you didn’t and just stared at him confused, he got more frustrated. “You know, this? What were we doing? I didn’t know you—” He sighed again and groaned.

You felt like your throat was stuffed with cotton with how hard it was to breathe. “But I thought you liked me?”

“I do like you.”

“So then what’s the hold up?”

“Just because I like you doesn’t mean I have to be with you, okay? I’m busy all the fucking time and you’ll just be getting in the way of that,” he said curtly, not bothering to hide the clear frustration in his voice.

Hurt prickled across your skin, your ears felt full as you toned out everything he was saying. He turned to face you, those eyes of his that normally made you flush from head to toe now felt so cold and distant, like you didn’t know who the man in front of you was.

“Just get out, Ran.” You choked back tears as they threatened to fall from your eyes, but you quickly looked away before they could. He’d seen you vulnerable beneath him many times, but this time was different. You couldn’t—no, you won’t allow him the satisfaction of seeing he made you this upset.

“No wait.” He reached out for you, his heart shattering when you pushed him away, sulking.

He had a weird feeling in his chest, one that he wasn’t used to feeling, and instead of combating his emotions like a regular person, he discarded them to the side, pretending they didn’t exist. He sighed exasperatedly and slid off your bed.

You moved to lay down, covering your entire body with your bedsheets as you heard him pack up his things. He silently changed and gently closed the door when he left. Once you heard your front door close, you sat up and wiped your tears, grabbing your phone from your dresser.

The next few hours were spent watching youtube videos, laughing softly at the comments people left. It made you feel less useless about yourself and tried to desperately take your mind off what just happened prior. Honestly, you blame yourself for even bringing it up. It wasn’t worth ruining a two year friendship over.

Sure, it’s normal to catch feelings for a guy that treats you nice, isn’t selfish in bed and actually takes his time to account for your needs. That doesn’t mean you’re romantically interested in him though, right? Guaranteed it could’ve been any other of your friends, like Sanzu or even Mikey and you would’ve developed those same feelings, right?

Before you had any time to digest that topic deeper, a text message notification popped up on your screen.

Ran: ok so that was awkward before. Can we talk this over properly?? I dont want to ruin what we had honestly. It…was a mistake to start sleeping together i know. We both had different intentions and i apologise if I sent you mixed feelings. Your friendship is something I value a lot and I don’t wanna lose that. So can we start over??? Just be friends this time?

You: sure i guess. Sorry if i made things uncomfortable earlier.

Ran: ur good. Ill see you later then?

You: yeah okay

You and Ran had fought many times over the course of your friendship, and each time you both were able to move on like nothing happened. But this time, it just felt different. You felt it.

~*~

“You know it’s 3 in the morning right?” Sanzu rubbed his eyes, yawning obnoxiously. “I mentally check out from 2-10am.”

“Shut up.” You dig around in his pocket and pull out a box of cigarettes. “Give me a lighter.”

“Since when do you smoke?” he asked, then tacked on, “Oh and I don’t have one.”

“Then why do you have a box of cigarettes then?!”

Sanzu blinked at your sudden outburst. “Okay first. Calm down. Inside voices, we’re outside right now.” You fought the urge to point out how contradictory it was to use your inside voice outside but let it slide. “Secondly, why are you acting so…”

“So what?”

“You know…” he looked carefully at you, trying to gauge your reaction if he were to say the words he truly wanted to say.

“If you’re about to say bitchy save it.”

“I wasn’t!”

“Then what were you going to say?” you raised your brow, waiting. He slowly closed his mouth and looked down at the floor in defeat. “Exactly,” you said triumphantly, then exhaled softly and looked around the street for any convenience stores that sell lighters.

“So can I ask why you suddenly want to smoke?”

“I’m stressed out okay?” You began walking towards the 24 hour convenience store across the street, Sanzu following behind you. “I sort of, maybe not, confessed to Ran earlier and he wanted to stay friends. So now I don’t think I can handle being in the same room as him without wanting to die.”

Sanzu yawned again, scratching his eye. “That sucks. I dunno what that has to do with me though.”

“I need company! I feel like I’m going to explode if I’m alone with myself tonight.”

The bell chimed when you both entered the store, instantly heading over to the counter to buy the lighter. The cashier went to the back to grab the lighter.

“All I’m hearing is that you missed me,” Sanzu teased, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He was expecting you to push him off like you normally do. He definitely was not expecting you to chuckle, hug him back and mildly not in agreement.

He backed away dramatically, narrowly avoiding stumbling into a display shelf and tapped your shoulder to get your attention. When you turned around, he kept staring gingerly at your face, causing you to raise your eyebrow.

“What?”

“Who are you and what did you do to my friend?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, pushing him away from you. The cashier handed you the lighter and you paid him, leaving the store with Sanzu behind you. Grabbing the box of cigarettes, you lit one up and exhaled for the nth time tonight.

“Do you think it’s normal for a guy to just be friends with a girl they used to have a thing with? Or if it’s normal for them to be friends with girls they know like them?”

Sanzu shrugged. “Are you asking the opinion of all men or just Ran? Because nobody knows what that guy is thinking when it comes to women. He’s way too comfortable around girls so probably? I mean, it’ll be in the back of his mind, sure, but as long as you’re not awkward around him it’ll be fine.”

“You sure?”

“Guess we’ll have to see.” He pulled the cigarette from your mouth and dropped it on the floor, stubbing it out with his foot. At your shocked face, he held his hand out. “I don’t want you taking on bad habits because you’re having an emotional meltdown.”

You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m not having an emotional meltdown.”

“Sure…” He yawned for the fifth time tonight. “If I stay out any longer I’m going to pass out on the street. I’ll see you later, okay?” He pat you on the head, deliberately ignoring your complaint of “don’t fuck up my hair” and made his way home.

~*~

In the time you spent avoiding anything Ran related, that also meant avoiding people and situations that he was guaranteed to be there. It meant you stop hanging out with your mutual friends in groups, stopped going to parties you knew he was hosting. Was it bad your other friendships had to be jeprodized because you were too scared to confront your newfound, fresh start with Ran? Yeah, it wasn’t your proudest moment either. But it also meant you were spending a lot more time with Sanzu and Mikey. Out of everyone in his gang, they were the least close, only talking to each other with work related issues. Sanzu and Ran had this unspoken hatred with each other, that made the two of them avoid each other at all costs, not wanting to start another argument or fight.

That was great news for you because it would mean no impromptu visits, like the incident at Hanma’s house, or no unexpected calls from Ran like when you were hanging out with Kakucho, or no fear that Ran would be upstairs in his room when you were hanging out with Rindou.

Hanging out with Sanzu more often also meant getting closer with Senju. She’s two years younger than you and you treated her like a little sister. It was her birthday next weekend and Takeomi was in charge of the planning the surprise birthday party, which meant nobody had a single clue who was coming.

If that were the case, you wouldn’t have shown up that day.

“Ran. Are you going to Senju’s party?” Takeomi asked, exhaling cigarette smoke over the phone.

“Do I have to? I don’t know that girl.”

“I don’t care what you do. Just tell me so I can start planning her shit.”

“Depends honestly. Who’s going?”

Takeomi started listing off the names which included some of Senju’s college friends that Ran didn’t care about, some of their mutual friends like Sanzu (duh), Mikey, Kakucho, you, Rindou—wait, hold up.

“Wait, (y/n)’s going?” Ran cut Takeomi off mid sentence.

Takeomi grunted. “Yes.”

“Fine. I’ll go.” He hung up before Takeomi could say anything. Honestly Ran couldn’t care less about Senju, his only motivation was the thought of seeing you.

The fact he sent you that message, hoping it’ll mend whatever dent was placed in your friendship, only to get slapped in the face when you spent the last four months avoiding him pissed him off to no extent. He wasn’t blocked, he knew you wouldn’t do that to him, but he didn’t have the courage to check either. Maybe this party would be the perfect time to talk to you, to catch up and mend until he could selfishly hold you in his arms again.

He didn’t spend the whole four months pining over you, the group of girls in his bed would confirm that, but there was an unknown feeling in his chest, something always wriggling at the back of his mind that he knew distantly was caused by you. It was getting annoying, having his shitty mother’s words ringing in the back of his mind every time he thought about making up with you. It took him about three months to realise that he actually loved you, whether that was a fact he wanted to accept or not. That feeling he was deliberately avoiding, was his conscious telling him to stop self sabotaging himself and just tell you how he feels.

He can’t wait to see you next Saturday.

~*~

When Ran says he knew nothing about your life in the last four months it wasn't an exaggeration. He genuinely had no idea who you were with, what you were doing, where and when. So you could only imagine his shock when he sees you’ve somehow become best buddies with Manjiro and fucking Sanzu, the idiot currently sitting between your legs on the floor as you braided his hair.

You looked so pretty tonight, dressed up semi formal. Your hair and makeup was done in a way that Ran had never seen you in before. Senju sat beside you, talking loudly and making you laugh. Sanzu scrolled on his phone, waiting for you to finish his hair. Mikey sat next to you, his head resting on your shoulder as he looked like he was on the verge of sleep.

If you noticed him come in tonight, you sure hid it well, not even bothering to acknowledge his existence. He was planning on talking to you after Senju blew out her candles, that was until he saw what he did.

After a load of drinks, everybody was pretty tipsy, including you and Manjiro as you both made out in the patio, his hands caressing your thighs as you sat sideways on his lap. The patio was filled with Senju’s friends in the pool, the smell of barbecue (requested by Senju) filling the air as people hovered around the grill, desperate for some savoury meat. It was hard to see you and Manjiro at first, but he did, as if his eyes were automatically drawn to you no matter where in the room.

Granted he had no right to feel the way he did, he knows that, and his words from that night constantly play on loop in his mind. He told you he wanted to be just friends and you agreed to that, and friends don’t get mad at friends for having relationships. But his boss of all fucking people? He wouldn’t give this much of a fuck if it was Shion or something.

“Drink up bitch!” Sanzu shoved a cup into Ran’s hand, resting his arm on the taller boy’s shoulder as he watched Ran grimace at the beverage.

“The fuck is this supposed to be?”

“Dunno honestly. Just mixed a bunch of shit together.” Sanzu clinked his cup with his. “You’ll probably wake up tomorrow with memory loss and severe liver damage, but bon appetit.”

“I’m not drinking your mystery drink.”

“Boo. No fun.” Sanzu pouted, taking a big gulp of his drink.

“Why are you even talking to me?”

“Because you look like you’re about to kill somebody and as much as I relate to that feeling, I don’t want any drama on Senju’s birthday. She’ll never shut the fuck up about it. So drink up and enjoy the party dude.” He lifted the cup to Ran’s lips which stayed stubbornly closed until he gave in, making a face as it burned down his throat.

“See! It’s not so bad!” Sanzu slapped his back before walking away, ready to hand out samples of his new drink to random people.

Fifteen minutes later and whatever Sanzu poured in that drink did wonders, Ran couldn’t help but admit. He got over his sour funk sooner than he’d thought. The liquor running through his veins made him socialise a hundred times better and managed to snag five pretty girls’ numbers tonight. He was currently leaning against the wall, hovering beside this girl he couldn’t remember the name of for the life of him (it wasn’t his fault, he blames it on Sanzu), as she tilted up to whisper provocative things in his ear. She looked like she’d be good in bed, and that was all Ran was thinking about when he saw your hair bounce past him.

Ran looked just in time to see you disappear through a doorway, and he abruptly pulled himself away from the girl before him. “I’ll be back in a sec. Just…do whatever,” he said, not even looking at her as he walked away.

When he rounded the corner, his stomach did backflips as he saw you yell something to some people inside a room down the hallway before turning around. You almost recoiled when you saw Ran and mentally cursed the fact there was no objects, or people you could hide behind.

You pressed your lips into a wry smile and tried to walk past him before he grabbed your arm, stopping you. “What, so you’re not talking to me at all now?”

“Okay, calm down. It’s been like four months.”

“Which is a long time?” His phone lit up in his hand, a text message of a girl asking where he is with a string of sad faces emojis, and to add fuel to the fire, a tongue and water splash emoji. Ran clicked his tongue and made a mental note to block her when he’s done with this.

You scoffed. “Sorry I hadn’t been able to entertain you these last four months, Ran. I just assumed girls 1 though 56 had it handled for me.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean,” he said curtly, shoving his phone back in his pocket.

You looked up at him, mouth in a thin line as you hissed, “Exactly how it sounds. Now I have somewhere to be.” You tried to skirt past him but he blocked your way out. He suddenly felt too big, too close, and your simmering temper was beginning to surface. “Ran seriously move.” You tried pushing his chest, but it didn’t work.

“Why? So you can go back to sucking face with Mikey?” Shut up…please, just shut up, sober Ran was yelling inside his head, but the words just came out before he could stop them. Note to self, never drink anything from Sanzu ever again.

“Sucking face? Why are you…why do you even care?! You’re the one that said “I don’t want a relationship right now” so you don’t get a right to act all possessive over me and shit. Just because you’re too emotionally stunted to maintain a goddamn relationship, doesn’t mean everybody else is like that.” Your chest burnt with anger at his fucking audacity. Seriously, who does he think he is?

“What, so you want a relationship with Mikey, that it? Someone’s who is even more emotionally stunted than everybody in this fucking party combined?”

“And if I do? Is that your business? Whatever my decision is, it’s not up to you. Now get out of my way.” You leaned in close to his face as you glared up at him. His anger gave way into something more heated that made him lick his lips, wondering how you’d react if he were to kiss you right now. You were about to attempt to walk away when Kakucho stumbled out of one of the rooms in the hallway, slightly tipsy.

“What’s going on? Why are you yelling?”

“Kakucho. Get your boy and tell him to leave me the fuck alone.” You pointed at Ran who snapped out of his stupor.

“Ran, let her leave.”

“Not till I get my answers.”

You pinched your temples, not even bothering to lower your voice as you yelled in sheer frustration, “What answers Ran?! I don’t owe you shit!”

“What’s going on?” Mikey stumbled out of the room you were exiting earlier and his arm instantly found itself on your waist. You were still seething, your heavy breathing only calming down once Mikey’s hand curled a little more around you, pulling you flush against his side.

“Nothing. Let’s go,” you said softly to Mikey, letting him lead you back to the room.

Ran’s anger returned tenfold upon seeing your hand hold Mikey back. “Since when are you two such good friends?”

“That’s none of your damn business,” you yelled back from the end of the hallway, your grip around Mikey tightening significantly.

“Don’t tell me you’re fucking him now? What is he your new boy toy? You’re that desperate?”

Kakucho slapped a hand on his forehead, regretting not pulling Ran away before he had the chance.

You froze at the door, turning to look at him. In the years of your friendship with Ran, he’d seen you get angry many times, yelling at characters in movies when they do something stupid, yelling at him over the mic when you were playing video games. And in every one of those instances, he was never on the receiving end of your anger. The look you gave him, if it could, would’ve turned him to stone with how irate you looked right now. Dimly, he knew what he was doing was wrong, and if he was sober enough he would've definitely stopped himself from saying those things, but he was hurt, and angry, and those two combinations had him feeling like he had a right to make you feel the same way.

“I’m sorry, what?” You stepped out of Mikey’s grip. “Oh this is fucking rich. The irony right now, holy shit!” You began laughing. “If what I’m doing is considered “desperate” to you, then what does that make you? Pathetic? Huh? Needing fifty girls attention on you every second of every fucking day doesn’t seem desperate to you?”

Your loud laughter began to draw people in the party towards the hallway, interested in the loud argument going on. Kakucho grabbed Ran’s arm, shaking his head as if he could read his thoughts. “Don’t respond. Let’s just go.”

Ran shoved his hand off him, sending Kakucho back against the wall. “Nah I’m gonna respond.” He turned back to you, uncaring of all the eyes watching the scene take place. “You stay bringing up these girls in every single conversation I have with you and shame them like you weren’t proud to be one of them months ago.”

Your eyebrows rose in surprise. “So that’s all I was? A number to you? Enlighten me Ran, what number was I? 34? 52?”

“What fucking difference does it make if you know.”

“It makes no difference. I just want to hear you say it.” You closed the distance between you both and poked a finger into his chest. “I wanna hear you say that you enjoy ruining girls lives by making them fall for you with your shitty words and affection, then running away the second things get serious because you’re a coward afraid of stability.”

He pretended your words didn’t cut as deep as they did, pretended your words didn’t take him back to his mother’s birthday all those months ago, sitting at that table and listening to her spew hot garbage in his face about his personality and issues that he refused to acknowledge.

“That wasn’t the case with you. I didn’t tell you to fall for me.”

“That wasn’t the case? So I’m somehow different? How so?”

“Because—” Even in his drunken mind, he knew telling you he loved you now would only pull you further away than you already were. He pressed his lips in a thin line, and looked away from your oppressive stare. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Because your reasoning doesn’t exist, Ran. Stop searching for nothing. You’re a shitty person and you need to acknowledge that.” You pulled your finger away from his chest and turned around, lowering your voice to almost a whisper. “Now just stay out of my life.”

He didn’t say anything and only watched you approach Mikey again, the man not even bothering to look at Ran the entire time as he took you inside the room, closing it shut. Ran’s ears were burning and his chest clenched as he realised the gravity of what he’d just done. So much for making amends.

You went home and instantly blocked his number and cried yourself to sleep that night, regretting even messing with him to begin with.

~*~

“Are you sure this is safe?” you asked, looking around the strange alleyway surrounding you.

“Don’t be a fucking wuss! Besides, I can fight remember? Nobody’s touching me tonight.”

“Yeah but…underground clubs are scary.”

“I know but that’s what makes this so exciting! Come on, let’s go!” She held your hand firm and tightly in her hand, giving you a reassurance squeeze that did nothing to help calm your raging nerves.

“Imagine your brother finds you here tonight,” you laughed.

“Oh fuck. Takeomi would probably lock me in a house with no contact to the outside world for years,” Senju responded, shivering at the thought. She led you down the stairs and opened the janky door, leading you inside the club.

The rest of the night proceeded as follows, Senju getting drunk out of her mind; she nearly passed out on the floor from dancing too much, and you guarded the drinks, making sure nobody gets roofied tonight. This club was known for being shady, with drug transactions being held in the bathrooms of this place, and not just regular drugs, hardcore drugs. You had to use the bathroom and decided holding your pee in was much better than relieving yourself in a bathroom that had a woman passed out on the floor after taking too much drugs.

It was scary, and you had your guard up every second, and only felt relieved when you were carrying Senju outside, back through the alleyway to call for a taxi home. “It was soooooo much fun today. I loved it,” she slurred as you picked her up, struggling to hold her upright.

“Yeah yeah I know. You told me this fifty times already,” you laughed lightly. “Come on, help me a little bit. I can’t carry you all the way, you’re too heavy!”

“I can’t feel my legs~”

“Oh for fucks sake.” You set her agaisnt the wall and caught your breath. You pulled out your phone and decided you had no other choice. You were calling her brother.

“Who are you calling?” she asked after hearing the phone ring.

“Your brother.”

All traces of alcohol left her body as she practically screamed, “YOU’RE CALLING MY BROTHER?!”

“Relax! It’s Sanzu, not Takeomi. I considered Sanzu would be more understanding about this. It’s not like he and Omi are on speaking terms anymore.”

“Yeah but…”

“It’ll be okay, I promise,” you reassured her, patting her head.

“Hullloooo?” Sanzu’s voice rang through the speakers and you instantly perked up.

“Sanzu! Hey! We kinda need your help right now.”

“‘M sorta busy right now. Is it urgent?”

“Senju’s kind of passed out right now and I need help taking her home. I can’t do it myself.”

“Senju’s WHAT?!” Takeomi’s voice boomed through the phone; Senju shivered in fear.

“Sanzu! Why’d you put me on speaker phone you idiot!”

“So I can hear you better! Nothing’s wrong with that!”

You groaned and slapped a hand over your face, whispering sorry to Senju who looked like she was already planning her funeral.

“Where are you guys right now?” Takeomi asked, sounding positively furious.

You gulped, Senju rapidly shaking her head no no no no. “We’re at this club…” you admitted, giving him the address.

“Wait, that club?” Sanzu perked up. “That place is like known for hardcore ass shit bro. Don’t tell me Senju took anything from there?”

“...she did.”

“Ah shit. Yeah, okay. Coming. It’s really close from here Takeomi. Don’t worry, lets’ go.” He turned his attention back to his phone. “You two. Stay right there—”

“You girls look pretty lonely by yourself.” The three of you froze as a deep voice spoke from behind you. You felt time pass in slow motion as you turned around to look at a guy waiting by the club’s backdoor.

“We’re not lonely,” you said slowly. “Thanks for your concern though.”

Senju stood up on shaky legs and clutched onto your arms when she felt his stare on her body. “Yeah, we’re fine.”

“Who is that?” Sanzu asked from the phone.

“I don’t know,” you whispered back, clutching the phone tightly.

“Seriously don’t move. We’re heading out right now. All of us, okay?”

“Okay okay.” You had no clue who “all of us” meant, but you didn’t care, not when the guy slowly stepped away from the wall and began walking towards you both. You missed Sanzu calling for Ran to come in the car with them, your attention solely focused on this strange man in front of you.

“How old are you girls?” he asked, not even bothering to hide the shameless way he was gazing you both up and down.

“It’s none of your business,” Senju spat, slowly stepping back when he began walking forward.

“It’s rude to not answer a question.”

“It’s even ruder to ask personal questions to strangers!”

“Senju, stop. You’re provoking him.” You squeezed her arm roughly, digging your nails into her arm.

“I don’t care! I hate men like him that think they’re entitled to us!”

“Men like me, huh? Go on, babe. Enlighten me on men like me.”

“Senju just ignore him,” you whispered, panic filling you when you looked down at your phone to see Sanzu had already hung up. “Sorry but we really have to get going,” you said to the man, bowing slightly before grabbing Senju’s hand and beginning to walk away from him.

You could hear his footsteps behind you and began walking faster until the point where you were running away towards the end of the alley. The end of the alley seemed so far away with how small your vision was as you panicked hearing him begin to run after you. Senju was a faster runner than you and grabbed your hand tightly, leading the way as you both bolted as fast as you could.

“Stop running girls! I just wanna touch you!” he screamed out, laughing obnoxiously. He was clearly high on something.

Senju bumped into the chest of Takeomi at the end of the alley, and the man came to stop upon seeing Sanzu exit the car, a manic smile on his face.

“You wanna touch my sister huh?” Takeomi gritted out.

“Wow, uh I didn’t mean for—I didn’t know she was—”

Sanzu walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I think we should have a little chat, huh? Come with me.” He had this strangely friendly smile on his face that sent shivers down your spine.

Your heart was beating out of your chest and you barely heard Takeomi telling you both to get in the car. He and Sanzu stayed behind and taught the man a lesson, and Senju slipped in the back, taking up all three seat as she laid down, exhausted.

You had no choice to sit in the front seat. The windows were tinted so you didn’t see Ran until you opened the door. You blinked uselessly at him, fingers tightening against the handle. “What are you doing here?”

“Saving your stupid ass, that’s what. Now get in.”

You swallowed whatever retort you had because he wasn’t lying, and as much as you shouldn’t a part of you felt relieved to see a familiar face after that incident. You slipped in the front seat and slammed the door behind you, putting your seatbelt on and looking straight ahead.

Ran got the order from Takeomi to take Senju home first and so he began driving towards the Akashi household. Senju was dead to the world in the backseat, drooling partially on the seat as the fatigue from running finally hit.The two of you sat in silence the entire ride, and Ran exited the car to put Senju inside once they arrived. He locked the door behind him and re-entered the car to see you facing the opposite way, staring out the window.

No other words were said as he dropped you back at your house, and you were surprised you both said nothing to each other the entire time. After sitting in silence outside your house for a while, Ran finally broke the silence.

“Are you fucking stupid?” Ran scolded. “What made you think coming to an underground club was a good fucking idea?”

“Oh sorry, I was just playing the role of the dumb desperate slut that can’t keep her legs closed. Sorry if I gave you a fright.”

“Listen to me,” he said sharply, making you snap your mouth shut. “You could’ve died tonight if we weren’t here tonight you know that? That place you went to, that’s not for girls like you. Not for girls like Senju either. I don’t know what fucking possessed you to be acting this fucking recklessly, but I just hope you know what you experienced tonight was a wake up call. You aren’t built for this goddamn lifestyle, so stop trying to act like you are.”

“...you’re right. I’m sorry, Ran.” You looked down at your lap when the tears started to drop from your eyes. “Tonight was so scary, I genuinely don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there.”

Ran sighed and you kept sniffling as you heard his door open before slamming shut. You watched him round the car and open it on your end. “W-what are you—”

He carried you out of the car, your legs wrapping around his waist as he kicked the door closed behind him, walking up to your front door. He set you down on the ground and held his hand out. “Keys.”

You swallowed and reached inside your purse, pulling them out and into his hand. He unlocked your front door and once again carried you inside, locking the door behind you. He led you upstairs to your bedroom and set you down on your bed.

You watched in confusion as he walked over to your chest of drawers and began searching for your pyjamas. Once in hand, he tossed them next to you on the bed, and then walked into your ensuite bathroom. You heard him turn the shower on.

“Get changed and come in here,” he said from the bathroom.

You stripped out from your dress and entered the bathroom, not even bothering to cover yourself in his presence, nothing he hasn’t seen before anyway. He was in the midst of taking his shirt off when you stepped into the shower, the warm water running down your body as you waited for him to join you.

You stared at your feet when he grabbed your soap, placing some on his hand before lavashing your body with soap, rubbing them along your arms and sides.

“What are you doing Ran?” you finally asked as he bent down to wash your legs.

“What I should’ve done months ago.” His tone left no space for a remark from you, so you stayed silent and let him do what he had to you. Once you were washed clean, he turned the shower off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapped it around your body. “Go and get changed.”

“You need a towel too. I’ll go get one.” You quickly towelled yourself dry before stepping out, returning with an unused towel from your storage. “Here.”

“Thanks.”

You entered your bedroom and got changed into the clothes he picked out for you, then handed him some clothes of his you kept when he used to sleep over all those months ago. You sat on the bed and listened to him change.

“Are you going to sleep over?” you asked, looking up at him.

“You want me to?”

You nodded slowly, getting into bed. He followed you, giving you some space as he laid down beside you. He had his back facing you, turned away from you and you frowned at the lack of attention.

“...Ran?” you tested, seeing if he was asleep or not.

“What?”

“Why don’t you want me?” you whispered, remembering the last time you were in your bed together.

“Because I don’t deserve you,” he responded, voice flat and devoid of any emotion.

“Huh?” you asked, confused.

He turned around and looked at you, your eyes glossy with fresh tears. “I uh. I spoke to my mom a few months ago.” Your eyes widened, knowing the estranged relationship he has with her. Why didn’t he tell you this?

“I spoke to her and she uh, gave me a fucking reality check.”

“What did she say?” You shifted closer, close enough that you could see and finally notice the eyebags under his eyes, like he hasn’t had a good night sleep in time, which was strange for Ran as he savours sleep more than anything else in the world.

“A lot,” he sighed exhaustedly, rubbing a hand over his forehead. “Said I was a lot like my old man. That was I was emotionally stunted, sadistic, and a downright shitty person.” His chuckle was so emotionless, you almost reached out and hugged him, but stayed still as he wasn’t finished talking. “Worst thing was she’s right. I can’t savour relationships for my fucking life and when I actually felt something for the first damn time, I fucked things up and ruined it. Nobody else did that. I did. I’m responsible for that shit. I don’t wanna bring you down and you deserve better than me, whether you wanna admit that shit or not.”

He took a moment and you were unsure if you should respond or not. When you were about to, he continued.

“She told me I’d ruin your life if I pursed you. Told me I was being fucking selfish. Can you believe that shit? And you know what, I fucking believed her. I thought I would do that, that’s why I pushed you away. I wanted you all to myself which is why I continued sleeping with you, which was wrong of me I know, but you seemed happy which is why I didn’t think much of it. Then you had to go fuck with my goddamn head and tell me you wanted me too.”

“...sorry,” you whispered, feeling the breath sweep out from your lungs.

“It’s not your fault, dummy. It’s mine. I—In that moment I should’ve been selfish. I know I should’ve, and every fucking day I regret not doing that shit. But as usual I fucked things up again, then you were gone. I thought we could still be friends so I could at least see you again, but nope. You distanced yourself from me.”

Another tear fell from your eyes, wetting your pillow the longer you heard him talk. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologising. You did the right thing. Keeping you as a friend would’ve been selfish of me. You clearly distanced yourself because you wanted to get over me, but I wanted you all for myself and wanted you in my life at all times, even if that wasn’t what you wanted. Once again, proving my ma right. I’m fucking selfish. Then that stupid party happened and just seeing you with Manjiro made me want to lose my shit. The fact that I wasn’t able to have you because as a guy living this type of lifestyle, it would be considered selfish. But yet Mikey was? How come he was allowed to be selfish and I wasn’t?”

“It’s not selfish Ran,” you finally got a word in. “I didn’t even like Mikey like that. We were just drunk and horny. I never dated him. In fact, I hadn’t dated anyone since I was with you. Nobody else made me feel the way you made me feel and it was selfish of me to want you when you didn’t want me back at that time. We’re allowed to be selfish Ran. Don’t let that stop you from getting what you want.”

Ran’s eyes were wide as he listened to you talk. When you finished, he shook his head. “My level of selfish and yours aren’t the same. In my world, if you’re vulnerable it can get you killed, or put in a bad situation where you have to take a live, or have yours taken. You don’t need to be involved in that. That’s why I can’t be selfish.”

“But—”

“No. Buts. Go find a nice accountant to date or whatever. You don’t need me tying your life down.”

You frowned. “I don’t want an accountant though.”

“Why not? You always said you wanted to marry rich.”

You shifted closer, flush against his. “I never said it had to be good money though.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek.

He looked down at you. “You’re fucking crazy,” he said with a light laugh, and you were happy you were able to break the ice.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulder, pulling him closer till your noses touched. “You love it though.”

“Damn right I do.”

#—tr </3 #ran x reader #haitani ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokrev #tokrev x reader #haitani ran smut #ran smut #tokrev smut

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just-plenty-of-prompts · 2 years

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The 'married' couple that is just friends

"You're coming over? bring me coffee I ran out,"

"ah, my friend looks like he's about to kill you, you best leave,"

"I'm going to have to beat people off with a stick aren't I?"

"Man, thanks, I haven't been able to get to the dishes, you're a life saver,"

"do you have my sad hoody? I need my sad hoody,"

"Can you come over? I need your cooking,"

"We have plans! why do we have plans?"

"you're like my child, call me daddy.... nevermind, that sounds wrong,"

"we're going to your parent's for Mom's birthday tomorrow?"

"I left you lunch,"

"who's apartment are we in?"

"I have a key, it's not breaking an entering,"

"I don't care if it's 2am, I'm lonely, come watch a movie,"

"you remembered my snacks right?"

"Did you just get slapped? oh man, I need to high-five them, where are they?"

"Nooo let me sleep,"

"do you remember where I put my purse?"

"Buy me food, I'm broke,"

"Of course, you're my ATM, who else is going to give me money and not expect it back?"

"I forgot my wallet, hey! I need your bank card,"

"This is why I love you,"

" I can't believe you're making me do yoga,"

"What are we married?"

"yeah sure take it,"

"we're out of brain cells,"

"no milk? aw man she hates black coffee,"

"Is it safe yet? I brought Icecream?"

"I got us tickets to the concert, you owe me,"

"if you're going to cry I'm going to punch someone,"

"Hey, hey, It's okay, I'm here,"

"we won!? man, I'm good at this,"

"he did it,"

"excuse me? I was innocent, you corrupted me,"

"you fixed my sink! thanks!"

"I gave a dude your number, he wouldn't stop bothering me, give em' hell,"

"What's for dinner?"

"you have plans that don't involve me? since when?"

"Happy Birthday hoe,"

"isn't this illegal?"

"who's body are we hiding?"

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bangtanmix73 · 1 year

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Ok so my idea was a Paul x reader where he and reader were best friends and had crushed on each other but when he started changing he had to leave reader behind and he says things to get reader to hate him so separating would be easier (like Jake did to Bella) and reader is heartbroken and sometime later, he meets reader again and imprints but reader is still angry about being left behind (angst with a happy ending) my favorite 👍👍

Please and thank you!!

A/n: I decided to change this up a bit and had Bella and reader become friends :).

Just Leave It to Bella

Warnings: angst with a happy ending, slight cursing, Paul saying things that’d make me punch him, Y/N with a backbone, kind of sucks, Bella dragging around Y/N, Y/N knows they don’t make smart decisions, finished this around 2am so good luck, I’m bad at confrontation, does it show?

Paul had left you alone. Completely.

At first, it started out with him refusing to see you. Then, it was not answering your calls. And, finally, not answering you altogether. He was your best friend. You may have had a crush on him, but you didn’t want to ruin your friendship, so you kept quiet about it.

You wanted to know what his problem was. You tried to talk to him at school, he’d ignore you, like he didn’t know you. If you called, his phone was on silent. If you texted, he became literate. Despite your efforts to keep your friendship, it seemed like it was over. You were hurt and angry. You attempted to get answers out of him one last time, but you wished you hadn’t.

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You parked your car on the curb in front of your best friend's house. You stepped out as Paul came out of his house. You wasted no time storming up to him.

“What’s your problem? Why have you been ignoring me?” You practically threw the questions at him. Paul stumbled back a bit, clearing not expecting you to turn up at his house.

Quickly recovering, he fired back a “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Nah, I want my answers first.” You glared up at him.

Paul glared right back, strangely not meeting your gaze. “Fine, you want to know why I’m ignoring you? You are fucking annoying.” He spit, getting straight to the point. “The sound of your voice annoys me. The only reason I’ve ever kept you around was because I felt bad you had no other friends. You've always followed me around like a lost puppy. I wish you would just stay the fuck away from me.”

Yeah, that hurt, but that didn’t stop you from slapping. You wanted to punch him, but those stupid feelings inside you willed you not to.

“You’re an ignorant asshole, you know that?” You laughed, an empty cold laugh that sent chills up Paul’s back. “I hope you end up alone and those new friends you got leave you.” You smiled, sarcastically, before walking back to your car and drove away from your now ex best friend. You never saw that tear that ran down Paul’s face.

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You weren’t going to lie, you were hurt. The anger had faded, but you still stood with what you said. You were sure it sounded pathetic, but it’s all you could come up with in that moment. It was months before you came out of your room and did anything and everything to distract yourself.

One normal rainy day, while you were in Forks, picking up some takeout, you ran into Bella Swan. She was in the same boat you were, her situation felt worse than yours. Her boyfriend dumped her in the middle of the woods, leaving her there, going to her childhood best friend for comfort after months of locking herself in her room, only doing exactly what Paul did, he left and made her heart break all over again. After that day, you traveled to Forks to visit Bella, becoming good friends with her. Becoming friends with her meant she dragged you along with her bullshit, but you stuck around anyway.

Today was another little ‘adventure’ with Bella. She was driving to Jacob Black’s house to confront him. She was going on about something about the Quileute being wolves? You had no idea, you just nodded along.

Bella parked her truck in the Black’s driveway. Bella got out, stomping up to the door, knocking, you rushed to catch up with her. A man in a wheelchair, who you guessed was Jacob’s dad, opened the door.

“Bella?”

“I need to see him.”

“He’s not in.” Bella looked like she was deciding something before pushing past him.

“I’m sorry, but I really need to see him.” She went straight for a door towards the back of the house.

“I’m sorry, so sorry.” You apologized, going around him, fast walking straight to Bella.

Right as you catch up to her, she’s going out the back door. This woman, you thought as you practically run to walk behind her.

“What did you do?” You peak around her to see four men she’s going straight for. As you got closer, you realized one of them was Paul. Fuck.

“What did you do to him?” She shoved into the tallest of them all. You pulled her back. “He didn’t want this!”

“What did we do? What did he do? What did he tell you?” Paul all but snarled at her.

“He doesn’t tell me anything because he’s scared of you.” Three of the men standing in front of you started laughing. You scoffed. Still an ignorant asshole.

Paul glanced over at you, “You shouldn’t be here.”

You rolled your eyes and glared at him, “And you should mind your business.”

You caught a glimpse of his arms beginning to shake. You decided to follow your gut feeling and move.

“Bella, back up.” Thankfully, Bella also noticed his shaking and moved back with you. The man next to Paul was attempting to calm him down, but it didn’t help.

Then it happened. He turned into a giant dog. Your childhood best friend turned into a giant gray dog.

Bella started running, which was the smarter option, but you were frozen in shock.

The dog, wolf is the better word, started stalking towards you. Although, the wolf stopped in its tracks as it stared at you like it’s seeing you for the first time. You were standing there in more confusion than shock now.

The wolf made its way towards you again. That’s when you snapped out of it and began walking backwards. Your movement caused him to stop, whining as he leaned down into a bowing position. Something compelled you to be near him. With a cautious pace, you reached a hand out as you got closer. Paul raises his big head up, making you freeze. To your surprise, he licked your hand. You took it as a sign to kneel down in front of him. Petting his head, you look behind you to see Bella and Jacob not far behind you.

“So, he’s not going to hurt us?” Bella stood halfway behind Jacob.

You shrugged, “I guess not?” You more questioned than stated.

The man from earlier, which at this point, you guessed was the leader, came around and stood next to Paul. “Phase back, Paul. You got some things to explain.”

You moved back, allowing him to stand to his full height while also standing up. You watched him trot into the forest where he came from.

“Take them back to Emily’s place, I’ll catch up with Paul.”

“Guess the wolf’s out of the bag.”

You faced Bella, sighing, “Leave it to you to drag me into some weird shit.”

---

You were now standing next to Bella, nibbling on a muffin Emily offered you while Bella picked at hers. You were filled in a bit about what they were and their names. Embry, as he introduced himself, said Paul ‘imprinted’ on you. When you asked, they wouldn’t elaborate on what exactly an ‘imprint’ was.

Sam, the ‘alpha’, and Paul sauntered into the house. Sam went for Emily while Paul didn’t go far past the doorway. He caught your gaze; he signaled you to follow him.

“I’ll be back. Don’t leave without me please.” You mumbled to Bella before chasing after him.

He waited until you were further away from the house to say something.

“I’m sorry,” he stopped in his tracks, turning to face you, making you stop as well. “About what I said that day and for leaving you. Sam ordered us to stop talking to anyone we had before the shift.”

You scoffed, “I don’t give a damn if you turn into a giant wolf or not, that gave you no right to say to me. I won’t accept it, so don’t bother using that as an excuse.”

“I get that.” Paul was quick to change the subject. “I’m guessing they told you about us?”

You nodded, “Yeah, they also said you imprinted. What does imprinting mean?”

“Imprinting is like when you see them, they’re all that matters. It’s no longer gravity, they are the only one keeping you here. You’d do anything for them, their happiness, their safety. It doesn’t have to be a romantic relationship. It can be a brother, a best friend, a protector or something more. She’s... you.” Paul took a breath, “I’ll understand if you reject the bond.”

Despite his words, his expression was strained. While you were upset at his words that day, you were still in love with him. But you were not going to give in easily.

“Look, even after what you said, I still have feelings for you.” You admitted.

“Feelings?” Paul asked, looking puzzled.

You reluctantly answered, “I’ve had a crush on you since we were kids.” Your gaze moved along the trees, wanting to look at anything but him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Paul had his signature smirk plastered on his face. You shook your head, unable to stop your own grin, “Shut up, Paul.”

He chuckled, moving your face to look back at him. “I had feelings for you, too.”

Paul leaned in to kiss you, you pulled yourself back from him, laughing.

“Hell no. Your words still sting. As far as I’m concerned, you’re working for it if you want anything.” You stated, making him groan.

#twilight x reader #twilight imagine #twilight wolfpack #twilight saga #twilight #twilight wolfpack x reader #twilight wolfpack imagine #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote #paul lahote x reader

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scary-lasagna · 2 months

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I was wondering if you could do a sort little drabble about Toby with a reader that has puffy eyes like whenever someone gets done crying but that's just their natural face.

I kind of have this and I'm a little insecure abt so I just wanted to request it😭 if you don't wanna that's fine! I hope you have a good day or night💞

He just loves em so much. I also somewhat have this, so I relate, but really, it's not as bad as it seems. :] It's always hard to view yourself how others view you.

Toby

"I just look stupid in all of my photos!"

Here you were, at 2am, in the middle of the night, while Toby had to get up early for work tomorrow, obsessing about how you look on your social media posts.

"Nooo....honey, why would you say something like that?" Toby's sleepy voice held concern and genuineness.

He sounded hurt like you attacked him instead of yourself.

You stared at him, your lips parted ever so slightly in confusion.

And Toby looked like he was about to cry, with huge puppy dog eyes and such a hurt expression plastered on his face.

You backpedaled, attempting to save your skin and possibly even Toby’s feelings, “I-It’s just, my eyes they’re so puffy and squinty, I always look like there’s something wrong with me.”

This dug you deeper and broke your shovel.

“[Y/N] [L/N], there is absolutely nothing wrong with you or your face or those lovely eyes of yours. Please don’t be mean to yourself.”

With how he looked at you, it's as if you slapped him in the face.

He didn't seem angry or disappointed, just hurt.

"I just don't like how I look sometimes." You whispered.

"You look perfect to me. And you look perfect to others too, but when you view yourself, you start picking at your insecurities even if they're not truthful."

You stayed quiet, allowed the bed to shift, and he cuddled up to you again.

"Try viewing yourself by how others view you, not by whatever you don't like when you look in the mirror."

"I'll try, for you."

"I wish you could see you how I see you because then you'd be so super duper happy and all...." And Toby slumped into you, peacefully falling back into his world of sleep.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta blog #toby x reader #ticci toby x reader #toby rogers x reader #creepypasta x reader

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anadiasmount · 4 months

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having to share bed with ex-bsf! jude after a night out, but he’s cold and shivering in his sleep and you can’t help but hold him. jude being all soft and subby bc he doesn’t want you to let go. apologizing over and over and falling asleep after not being able to for many weeks ☹️

it was absolutely freezing outside. small drops of water, frozen along the windows and doors. the wind gushing, hearing the trees and bushes swing. but for some reason that hadn’t stop your friends to go out and go clubbing. you had came back early, refusing to walk or wait outside in the current weather conditions.

quickly taking a body shower and slipping into warm pjs. you laid in your side, observing the walls rigid imprints. your fingers played with your necklace, attempting to calm nerves that built up by thinking of jude.

you closed your eyes quickly when your bedroom opened. knowing it was jude, you heart skipped beats, feeling the empty space next to you, but also in your chest. you heard him place the keys down, the dresser door open as he probably got clothes.

jude followed you, to and from the club, not wanting a single thing to happen to you, to protect you and keep you safe. even if the two of you were mad at each other and not on speaking terms. “why does she have to be so stubborn? why can’t she for once listen to me?”

jude quickly slipped on a pair of plaid pjs and a black long sleeve. not saying a single word or mutter as he grabbed the blanket and slipped into bed. he could smell the similar scent you wore always. having to hold back from pulling you close to him so the two of you could talk and make things right.

he remained still, turning his head back to watch you sound asleep. he knew you were asleep by the small pout on your lips, and heavy breathing you let out. he sighed and shifted to stare at you. “if only you knew how much i love you darling. i’d do anything to fix us, for you to be mine…” jude said in small whisper.

by the movements and storm outside, the weather had gotten worse. you squinted your eyes not adjusted to the light, reading the clock at 2am. you looked over, being faced with jude’s back. he was cold, shivering and trembling, despite wearing hotter clothing than you.

as you debated whether to wake him or not, you heard him sleep soundly. not a single noise from outside disturbing his sleep. just the cold feeling. “why does he have to be so oblivious? why couldn’t he see the way he made you feel? was the damage already done?” you thought.

you propped yourself onto your shoulder, a hand reaching out to wake jude up. “jude? ba- i mean jude? wake up, your shaking like crazy. are you feeling okay?” you mentally slapped yourself, almost calling him “baby.” jude stirred awake, then became aware of his surroundings when he saw the soft look in your face.

“come here. let me warm you up. you could catch a cold or worse pneumonia,” you say, laying down and extending your left arm for jude to lay there. jude groaned at the warmth your body produced, as he laid ontop of you.

your legs tangled with his, jude’s body ontop of yours as he began to calm his trembling. jude placed his head in the crook of your neck, finally breathing the scent he had to been dying for. he placed a small kiss on there, sighing in relief as he felt you.

jude felt your hands slide along his back, the draws of your palms and fingertips to your nails raking along the clothes material. you covered him as much as possible with blankets not caring if later on you go hot.

“i’m sorry,” jude muffled, his hand pulling you closer to him. he kept repeating and apologized over and over again, letting himself finally put the two do you out of misery after. jude could feel the warmness in your hands, the slow and tiny kisses you spread along his forehead, small “it’s okay,” leaving your mouth. “i haven’t been able to sleep, y/n. i can’t sleep if you’re not next to me or if i haven’t heard anything from you.”

“jude. i forgive you, now please just go to sleep, we can talk more in the morning,” you said in a small voice, jude relaxing and letting him fall completely on you, the deep slumber coming back to him as he fought his sleep but ended up sleeping soundly.

“if only you knew how much i love you jude. and not in a friend way. in the way i see you as my future husband. why can’t you just listen to me?”

#judey thoughts 5️⃣#jude bellingham x reader

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goldsainz · 1 year

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MASTERLIST.

A/N: look, it’s been a while since i’ve written for him, and since i feel like the thirst for him has gone down i am here to try and revive it (he’s babygirl okay) this might be the wildest smut i’ve written, so please enjoy!!!!

WORD COUNT: 1,5k (not really proofread, it’s almost 2am)

warnings: possessive behaviour, choking (lovingly and sexily), unprotected sex, name calling (whore), slight hair pulling, exhibitionism (blink and you’ll miss it), creampie, cum play, slight fingering

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ONLY HIS TO VIEW

Daemon Targaryen could lack many things, but his jealousy and possessiveness were things nobody could take from him.

He didn’t believe himself at fault for his behavior, not when you were his lover, not when you stood so beautiful in your gown amidst the feast. The feast which he had truly forgotten why it was being held, why he was even there, when he saw you.

You knew he was staring, and you didn’t make it any easier for the tent growing on his pants. You placed your hand on the Lord’s arm, laughing at whatever it was he was saying, and Daemon couldn’t help but think how worthless the man was of your laughter. He should be the only one allowed to hear it, frankly, he could have gotten drunk in that sound alone, so sweet and melodic it almost made him faint.

It took him just a few seconds to intervene in the scene, grabbing your forearm and practically dragging you away from the man. You had little time to excuse yourself, yet he was a prince, no one would dare question where he was taking you or why.

“Daemon!” You squealed when you collided with a wall, but he paid no mind to your voice, right now he was looking at you with dark eyes, and even darker thoughts.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” His voice held no real interest for your response, more bothered than anything.

You looked up at him, taking in his wild look, “I did, thanks for asking.”

He chuckles darkly at your answer, grabbing you by the throat as he makes you look only at him, as if that hadn’t been what you were doing before. Yet he was making a point, and you couldn’t help but feel aroused at his behavior, loving the attention.

“You’re just a little whore for attention, aren’t you?” You are now gasping for breath, feeling the pressure of his hand on your throat, still you can’t help but moan at the name. Indeed you were, but only for him, and Daemon knew it.

His knee presses over your skirts, finding place under your cunt which was now soaking more and more as the time went by. You tried to move against it, in need for any sort of friction to relieve the tension you were feeling, but his free hand made its way towards your waist and held you tightly against the wall.

“You come to my bed in the night, and yet I see you practically all over a man at the feast, do you think that’s fair?” You shake your head in a “No” motion quickly, “I don’t think it is, Y/N.”

Daemon’s hold on you softens, allowing for you to take a full breath of air, it revives you. Your doe-eye look has him enamored, making him grab your face with both of his hand and kiss you messily. Your teeth almost clash, his lips bites your lower one, he groans into it making you moan in reply. It feels great, knowing you are the only one who will get to feel him this passionately, who will make him feel so ardently for someone.

“Do you deserve my cock? Only good ladies deserve to be fucked, and you weren’t good tonight.” The smirk on his face is infuriating, it makes you almost want to slap it off of him, but right now you were too clouded with the need to be pleasured to really care for it.

“Please, my Prince, please.” You beg, making him smirk even wider (if that was even possible).

“Please what?”

You bite back any retort you could have, and comply to his taunting, “Please fuck me.”

Your words send Daemon over the edge. He makes a grab for your hair, pulling it back to have a better view of your neck, and a better way of kissing it. His open mouthed kisses will surely leave marks all over your neck, its shade so maroon it almost seemed as though they had been painted onto your body. In truth, you were his canvas, free for him to do as he pleased.

He wasn’t careful with how he handled you, tugging down his breeches without a worry for who could see him in the hallway.

“Someone could see us…” You whispered, your eyes closed in pleasure as you felt his fingers under your dress making their way over your clothed cunt.

“Then let them, let them enjoy the show.” You bite your lip harshly at his words, the pressure of his digits on your clit making it impossible to retort any reply back.

Daemon pulls down any barrier between you, only leaving you in your dress, your breasts begging to be freed. His hardened cock teases your entrance, and you thrust forward as if to meet him halfway, but once glance from him has you stopping even if it hurts to do so.

He grabs it, placing it in your entrance, but not pushing fully in just yet. A groan left his mouth once more, the feeling of your wetness drove him mad, he knew no woman would ever compare to how sweet it was, how confident it made him know all of it was just for him and always would be.

When he finally entered you, a high-pitched moan left your lips instantly, so he had to press a hand over your mouth. Even if he had no shame in someone seeing him in the compromising position he was in, the mere thought of someone seeing you like this made him plunge deeper into you. It was no surprise he cared deeply for what was his, which is why even if he loves to tease he truly wouldn’t let anyone see or touch you like he did.

His thrusts were relentless, no doubt leaving bruises with how much energy Daemon was putting into them. You were thankful for his hand, biting it from time to time to prevent such loud sounds from leaving your mouth. It made you roll your eyes to the back of your head, going mad over the feeling of his thick cock filling you with such vigor.

The harder he got, the more you enjoyed the moment. His fingers teased over your clit, sometimes harshly pressing on it, which made you grab his arm and squeeze it with so much force, it even surprised him.

You clenched around him, making him rest his head on your shoulder, muffling his own sounds with it. You couldn’t help but try and meet his thrusts, feeling him get sloppier as he got closer to being over the edge.

He was now relentlessly swiping over your clit, your whines only spurring him further on with his pace. Daemon felt you getting closer, taking his hand away only to replace it with his mouth, kissing you so passionately it made you even dizzier.

As you both came together, a loud moan left his mouth when you harshly clamped around his cock, the sheer feel of it making him release an obscene amount of cum. It leaked out of you, even with his cock still in you, and you chuckled light from the feeling.

Daemon continued to fuck into you, trying to make the most of his release and yours, he lifted your skirts higher to watch the sight closely. He had to bite his lip from groaning, surprised no one had come to check from the weird sounds, though he supposed no one would have a great interest in seeing such a thing. He watched as his cock when in and out from you, his cum leaking from you and being fucked into you once more.

Once he took out his cock from inside you, he plunged his fingers unexpectedly into you. You gasped in surprise, not expecting such intrusion. Daemon moved his fingers around your cunt, feeling both of your releases as they dripped on them.

“Open up.” He ordered, and you didn’t hesitate in doing as he said. You opened your mouth and felt his cum-covered fingers being placed onto your tongue. You moaned as you sucked on them, gazing up at him as you did so.

“Look at you, such a good whore for your Prince.” His praise did nothing to quell the spiking pleasure that was once again building up inside you.

His forehead pressed against yours, kissing you as if it would be the last time, tasting both of yourselves on your tongue. Daemon hummed in delight, like it was the best flavour he would ever be graced with, and you smiled into the kiss at his reaction.

You felt his soft cock start to harden, no doubt seeking another round of sex. Though this time it seemed your Prince had other ideas, as he moved you towards another wall which opened to a passage, it seemed he would never stop surprising you.

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goosewriting · 2 years

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Baby 🥺 (rottmnt Leo x reader)

summary: a turtle baby suddenly appears in the kitchen, and he looks suspiciously a lot like Leo

relationship: Rise!Leo x GN reader (established)

warnings: fluff!, vague mention of childbirth

word count: 2.5k

A/N: inspired by this post by @jasontoddisbest !! listen there’s some real gems in there, if someone out there writes them or sees them written, please tag me! i’d love to read the others :’) excuse any mistakes,, i wrote this at 2am sfdsdff

More “Baby 🥺” versions: Leo (you’re here) | Raph | Donnie | Mikey

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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It had been a little over a year since the turtles had defeated the Krang. New York was slowly but surely recovering, as were you all.

Your boyfriend, Leo, was the one with the most nightmares since then. He would wake up in a cold sweat, often screaming in his sleep. You were by his side, trying to support and comfort him to the best of your abilities.

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, just like any other. You were kicking Leo’s butt at Smash Bros, much to his annoyance. You were both sat on the floor in front of the screen, as he took a pillow from the sofa to throw at you. It landed in your face with an ‘oomph!’, blocking your view, and that’s when Leo did his move, winning the round.

“Hey, that’s cheating!” you cried out, pouting at him. Leo gasped in mock offense.

“Puh-lease.” he set down the controller and grinned mischievously at you. “You wanna know what real cheating is?” He crawled closer.

“Leonardo. Don’t you dare” you said, pointing an accusing finger at him, knowing exactly what he was about to do.

“Oh I very much dare!” he laughed, climbing on top of you and tickling your sides. You laughed and huffed, slightly slapping his arms and begging him to stop.

“I’m sorry I can’t hear you over me winning fair and square” he teased you, tickling you harder.

“Alright! Alright, y-you win, plEAse stoP” you breathed hard between laughs, tears on the side of your eyes. Leo climbed off triumphantly and pulled you up, bringing you to his chest in a hug instead. You hugged him back, trying to calm your breathing.

“Why do you have to be such a sore loser” you mumbled into his chest with a grin, and he was just about to retort when you heard weird zapping sounds, followed by a thump and the soft cry of surprise.

“Did- did you hear that?” you pulled back and asked Leo.

“Yeah, it came from the kitchen. Go get my sword.” he said in a low voice and sneaked to where the sound had come from.

You were scanning the room looking for his weapon, wondering where he even left it. In his room maybe? Just as you stood up, you heard Leo go “aaw~”, so you guessed it wasn’t a threat anymore. With every step you took you could hear Leo cooing.

“It’s okay little man, no need to cry” the turtle said with a voice you’d use to talk to a dog, or a small child maybe.

You entered the kitchen with a confused look, and before you was Leo crouching on the floor, picking up a little turtle toddler. A turtle tot.

“Look at this, Y/n!” he said, standing back up to his feet, with the turtle in his arms. “There was a weird portal thing, that just zapped closed, and it looks like this little guy fell through.”

“Aw, he looks a lot like you, actually!” you commented, seeing how the little turtle also had red markings around his eyes, but these were more circles rather than half moons.

“I think he hit his head” Leo said, gently rubbing the toddler’s forehead. The toddler looked like he was doing his best not to cry, but when he saw you approach, something in his face changed and he let go, crying, and stretching out his little arms towards you.

“Aw, poor thing” you said and picked him up into your arms. “There, there” Once the kid hugged you and clung onto your shirt, it calmed down immediately. You patted softly onto the shell.

“Wow, looks like he feels safe with you” Leo said, and then grinned. “Well, he’s smart to like you, if he’s anything like me.” You just playfully rolled your eyes.

“We gotta figure out where he came from; I’m sure his parents must be looking for him” you pointed out, starting to look around the kitchen for clues.

As you were both checking behind some boxes, you heard Donnie’s voice from the hall.

“Guys, guys! There was some weird energy spike just now, did you see anything-“ he stopped in his tracks when he entered the kitchen. The little turtle in your arms turned around to give the purple-clad turtle a quizzical look. Donnie looked at Leo, then at the little one, then at you, and his face seemed to go through all stages of grief before deciding that yes, he indeed should at least try to figure out what was going on and why you had a little turtle in your arms, instead of ‘nope’-ing himself out of the situation.

“Y/n. Why do you hold a turtle child that looks suspiciously familiar” Donnie said in a flat voice.

You both were explaining what happened, when Raph came into the room. He squealed in glee, cooing at the baby, and even carried it off to play while you three tried to make sense of everything. The little turtle didn’t seem intimidated by Raph in the least. Even Mikey joined in on them playing. The little man was having the time of his life.

Back in the kitchen, Leo, Donnie and you sat at the table.

“So you’re saying the portal was yellow, just like the one Mikey used to… get you back?” Donnie asked.

“M-Maybe? I’m not sure” Leo said, holding his head. “It was very quick, I just saw some zappy lights, is all.” You stroked his back in an attempt to comfort him. Thinking back to that night wasn’t easy for anyone.

“Donnie” you started. “Are you suggesting that it’s not where the baby came from but from when?”

“That is exactly what I’m suggesting.” He sighed. “There goes the space-time continuum, again.”

“Well, we have to figure out a way to get it back, right?” you asked. “I mean, his family must be worried sick, and he’s stuck here with us, poor thing.”

“Uhm, excuse you?” Leo said with a smile. “For having just left your timeline, I can’t imagine anything better than being stuck here with us.”

“Right, right” you laughed. “Then I guess we’ll make his stay as enjoyable as possible. Meanwhile Donnie will figure out something, right? He always does.”

You gave him a thumbs-up and took Leo by his hand, guiding him out of the kitchen.

Donnie groaned, but made his way to the lab. Maybe he’d find a way to backtrack where the turtle came from. Getting an idea on where to start, he came back to the living room where all of you were playing, hiding something behind his back.

“Will you hold the child for a second? I need to do something real quick.”

“That sounds awfully suspicious” you said, squinting at Donnie, and standing between him and the kid. “Whatchu got there?” You nodded at his hidden hand.

“I just need to take a quick blood sample, to know where or when he’s from. It’s just a small prick, really.” Donnie showed you what he was holding; it looked like a pen. Since it wasn’t a full on syringe, and it could help the baby, you decided to allow him to pass you.

Getting a cookie from the kitchen, you picked up the little turtle, Donnie making quick work of getting a blood sample. When he felt the prick, the baby squealed and cried, but you managed to calm him down quickly, offering him the cookie, which he gladly took, sniffling.

You and the guys spent the majority of the afternoon just playing with the kid, taking turns to watch it. Even Splinter joined in, as his heart melted at the sight of the little turtle tot, reminding him of his own sons when they were little.

Donnie ran some tests to see if there were any hints on substances present in the blood that could tell him a specific location of the baby’s origin, as well as a couple other tests.

When his computer beeped, signalling a test had successfully finished running, he looked up from his desk to check the result. He pressed a couple buttons on the tech pad on his wrist, taking a sip of his mug while he waited for the text to appear. When he saw it though, he spat his drink all over his work station.

“You can’t be serious right now…” he muttered, checking the results again. Yup, they were unequivocally true.

He stopped and considered for a moment what to do, if it was wise to tell the others or not, but then he just thought ‘Screw it, the timeline is already messed up anyways’, and he called you and Leo over.

Upon hearing your name being called, you left the little turtle on a pile of cushions you had placed on the floor as a makeshift bed for him. He had just fallen asleep. As had Mikey and Raph, who lied not very far on the floor, surrounded by cookie crumbles and empty milk cartons.

Giving the little turtle one last glance over your shoulder, you and Leo made your way to the lab. Donnie was standing leaning back against his desk, both hands before his face, with the fingertips touching.

“So, what’s up?” you asked him, coming to a halt in front of him, Leo next to you.

Donnie didn’t say anything, just looked at you, then at Leo, and sighed. Leo and you shared a confused look.

“There’s no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it as it is.” Donnie paused. “And the problem here isn’t that it’s something hard per se to say, it’s just weird-“

“Just tell us, Donnie” Leo interrupted.

Once again he looked at you both, and it was starting to scare you a bit. What he was about to tell you, was it that bad? Was the little turtle really sick or something?

“I ran some blood tests, comparing it to your samples, and as it turns out: the little turtle in our living room is you two’s biological child.” Donnie said in one go. “Of the future.”

“We have a kid?” Leo asked in disbelief.

“You have my blood samples?” you questioned.

Leo turned to look at you, with a giant smile on his face, his gaze softening. With the look he was giving you, the blood acquired without your consent was quickly forgotten.

“We have a kid!” Leo repeated, picking you up and swirling you around. You squealed in surprise, hanging on for dear life.

As he came to a halt, he just held you, looking at you with the most lovestruck face you had seen him make yet.

Somewhere in your brain you started to question the mechanics of the whole thing though. Were the chromosomes even compatible? Was he actually born or did one of you lay… an egg? Do turtles lay eggs?

You shook your head to get rid of the images in your head, deciding to focus on the fact that Leo was just as ecstatic as you at the thought of having a kid with you. After all, he’s the one you want to spend the rest of your life and maybe have a family with. Except that that last “maybe” just transformed into a “definitely”.

Seeing that you weren’t answering, Leo pulled back a bit to look at you.

“I mean, it’s okay if it’s not something you want. It’s just- I’ve been trying to envision this for quite a while now. And having him just there in our living room, it’s surreal-“ Leo was starting to ramble, and you shut him up with a kiss.

“It’s okay, Leo” you held his face, resting your forehead on his. “It is what I want, just… not now. There’s a lot we need to figure out before we can even think about going there.”

“Right… I love you so much, Y/n” he whispered.

“I love you too, Leo” you replied just as quietly. Leo kissed you once more, and pulled back, turning to where Donnie had been.

“So, do you know how to send him back-“ he asked into the empty lab, because Donnie had been long gone.

Seeing that he wasn’t in the room anymore, Leo grabbed your hand and you both went back to the living room. Approaching the turtle tot, you kneeled down on each side and just watched it peacefully snoozing.

You gently stroked over his little cheek, and his tiny hand came to curl around your index finger. He looked so content.

Glancing back up to Leo, you found him fondly looking at the little turtle. You had never seen him make an expression like that, and for some reason, it moved you at your core. You could feel tears pricking at the back of your eyes, and you blinked repeatedly, trying to get rid of them.

Just as you were about to ask him what kinda future he had envisioned, there was that zappy sound again.

Looking to your left, a bright yellow light started expanding, and stepping through it came none other than an older version of Mikey. You just sat there, unable to find the words.

Leo must have felt the same, because he opened his mouth but nothing came out. This Mikey looked around for a bit, and sighed in relief when he saw the baby. Silently making his way over as not to wake up your time’s Mikey and Raph, he sneaked to where you were, and picked up the little turtle, careful not to startle him awake.

“Sorry, I swear I looked away for one second and he was gone!” Mikey whispered with a sheepish smile.

“Remind me never to let you babysit our kid again” you softly laughed.

Leo’s heart skipped a beat at ‘our kid’.

“Ah, so you know…” Mikey said. “Well, you were bound to find out at some point anyways.” He tiptoed back to the portal, saluting you both.

“Oh and by the way” he said over his shoulders with a wink. “It’s not just one!” And with that he was gone again, the light disappearing with a zap.

You blushed furiously at his comment, going stiff. You looked at Leo, who had also a bit more colour on his cheeks.

“We should totally start looking up baby names” he finally said after a moment, scooting closer to you and slinging his arm over your shoulder.

“Nuh-uh” you responded, nuzzling into his side. “You’re forgetting a step there, dear” you jokingly brought up your left hand to his eye level and wiggled your left ring finger. You felt him tense up slightly at that.

You had only meant to joke, but realising what you just implied, you looked up at him to take it back. Before you could talk however, he held your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“I know. I can’t wait to make you my spouse” he mumbled into your skin.

“So… where’s the child?” Donnie asked, having appeared behind you out of thin air, with a fresh mug of his drink in his hands.

“Back where he belongs” Leo said, giving you a smug grin. You just sat there, avoiding both their eyes, blush going from the tip of your ears to your neck.

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Same man, different guy

Summary: You moved from Gotham, to start a new job, a new life in Bludhaven. You'd gotten entangled with the Red Hood and you just need a fresh start. But sometimes, your problems follow you.

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Jason Tood (The Red Hood)

Words: 4.2k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Only, handcuffs, blindfold, guns, swearing, spanking, face slapping, teasing, pet names, jealousy, this is probs not healthy, confessions, tiny bit of hurt but mostly comfort.

“Hey Dick,” you call across the bull pit, “how's it going?”

“What's up Deputy Inspector? Didn't think I'd see you around here after your promotion.”

“Just came down to grab a cup of coffee figured I'd swing by and say hi,”

“So, how's the new job going?”

“Really, good. It's nice to be back from Gotham. Love the place and Batman's great, but it's just not home, ya know?”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“Maybe we could catch up? Grab a-” you’re dumbstruck as a man walks out from the Sargent's office. He's tall and like your nanna used to say 'built like a brick shithouse', a tight brown leather jacket wrapped tightly over his broad shoulders, hair is almost as dark as Dicks except for the streak of white that runs through the front. Fuck, he has to be the hottest guy you've ever seen. He saunters his way over to Dick, while you stand there staring at him like a deer in headlights.

“Jay, this is the officer I was telling you about. She just moved back from Gotham,” Dick claps his hand on Jay's shoulder, “this is my little brother, Jason,”

“I thought your brother was 11?” You ask, shifting your head to the side. The man, Jason, hasn't said a word and he seems to be avoiding eye contact. He looks… you want to say guilty, but you've no idea why. Was he in trouble with the Sergeant?

“Dami is 11. Jay is one of the middle ones and he's only in town for a few days so I'll have to get a raincheck on drinks. That cool?”

“Yeah, no problem. Have a good night.” You’re disappointed that Dick’s busy and consider asking to hang out with the both of them. Dicks brother was.. Well he was fucking hot. And Dick is the nicest person in this fucking precinct, hopefully you'll get a chance to catch up with him another time. Luckily for you the new records clerk was on her way to the bar and offered you to join her.

Xxx

It's around 2am when you finally leave the drive bar on Oracle St. You’ve had a nice night with Riza, she’s had at least one to many and after you put her in a taxi home, you decide it’ll be faster to walk home.

It's only 2 blocks to your apartment, you know crime rates are unusually high for this time of year. But you’ve heard rumors of Nightwing being spotted after only being in this city for a few days. You'd moved here to get away from all those fucking vigilantes. At Least it’s just Nightwing you think and not- HIM. Him. He who had turned your world upside down and almost ruined you. You have to admit having Nightwing around does make you feel a tiny bit safer. Along with the 6 shooter in your purse, you're sure you can make it home without incident.

You're almost at the end of the first block when you hear a noise down a nearby alley. Carefully you pull out your gun, stepping slowly in the direction of the noise. The street lamp flickers overhead and you can see two figures in the dark. It looks like one is beating the other.

“Freeze Police,” you shout, pointing your gun at them. The one standing drops the other and they fall to a heap on the ground.

“Well, if it isn't my favourite officer,” a deep husky voice calls from the darkness.

“Hands above your head,”

“Now if I remember correctly,” he steps onto the light, his bright red helmet glistening under it and a crowbar swinging in his hand as he approaches you, “you're the one who likes to be tied up. Not me.”

“You,” you glare at him. Why is he here? Did he follow you? Fucking hell. It was him who didn’t want to open up, who didn’t want- whatever was going on between you. So you left, because having him so close and him keeping you so far away was slowly killing you.

“Did you miss me, officer?”

“You.. you followed me.” Why has he done that? What was the point? So he could keep stringing you along?

“Just happened to be in town. Thought I'd say hi,” what an asshole. It’s definitely so he can keep stringing you along. He's getting closer. And all you can think is that you moved here to get away from him. He clouds your judgment, makes you stupid and pliable and you're so fucking happy to see him.

“Right, so it's just a coincidence that you're here then?” You try to sound like you don't believe it, but he just keeps getting closer.

“Why are you here? I thought this was Nightwings turf?” you step back, needing distance to keep your head on straight.

“That why you ran away?” He's almost on top of you now, with every step you take back he takes two forward, “think you could hide behind him?”

“No, I.. I didn't.” fuck, he’s so close now. You can smell the sweat of his long night and that faint hint of leather that always seems to follow him around.

“Didn't what officer? Want to hide or run away?” He steps right into your space, taking your wrist in his hand, pulling the gun away.

“That's-”

“What? Yours? We both know you aren't going to shoot me, don't we?”

Fuck, this should be easy you should be able to say no. To fight him, but you just- you really don't want to. “I won't shoot you,”

“There's my girl,” he coos, holstering the gun in his pants, “now, tell me. Did you really think you could hide from me?” His fingers slide under your jaw forcing you to look up at him.

“No,” you admit. You hadn't, not really. It was childish, but well- “I didn't think you'd care.”

“Care?” if you could see his face, he’d probably look confused. Instead the shiny red helmet stares down at you.

“I didn't think you'd notice I was gone,”

“I notice everything.” his thumb grazes along your jaw, “Even when my girl is flirting with her underlings.” his fingers tighten on your face, the lights in the helmet seem to stare you down.

Huh? What is he talking about? You barely get a chance to think about it. His massive strong hands wrap around you, lifting you up into him and pressing you into the wall. “Red!” You squeal, “what are you-?”

“I'm faster,” he says, taking off towards your apartment. You can only hold on for your life as he sprints down the street, then running up the fire escape. How does he know where you live? Probably the same way he knew where to find you when you moved. Why couldn’t he just let you be? Probably for the same reason you struggle to say no to him.

“Did you come all this way just to bring me home safely?” you joke, trying to ease the growing tension in your tiny apartment. He doesn't answer, instead he turns and walks back towards the window. Your brain is telling you to let him leave, that this is for the best. But your pussy aches more and more every second that you’re close to him. There is only one thing to do, you need him to stay and you know there is a sure way to bait him without spilling out your guts and feelings all over the floor in front of him. “I'm sure Nightwing could have done that."

He comes to an abrupt stop and if you could see his eyes through the helmet you're sure he'd be glaring at you. “Well, officer. I was just going to leave you alone,” he exaggerates extending his arms out, “seeing as you're so keen to be rid of me,” he kicks off his boots, “but after a comment like that,” his jacket goes, landing on the back of your couch, “maybe you DO need the reminder,” he rips off his belt, his body looming over you and his shiny red helmet staring you down.

You reach up, eager to take the helmet off, to kiss him. But he's faster, grabbing your hands in his one and holding them above your head.

“Ah, ah, ah. You know the rules.”

“Do I?” You tease, stepping back towards your bedroom, you hop kicking off your heels which make him much taller.

“Do you need a reminder?” His fingers toy with the line of your tie.

“Yes”

“I can do that.” His free hand grabs your waist, hoisting you over his shoulder, by your arms throwing you over his wide shoulder, your feet dangle in the air as a loud crack rings in your tiny apartment where he slaps you on the ass. “That's for what you did today,”

“What did I?”- he does it again.

“No back talk,” Smack. “I saw you,”

“Saw me what?” Red slaps you on the underside of your ass.

“Hitting on that idiot coworker of yours.”

“Grayson? Wait- how did you-”

“So you do know what I'm talking about,” two slaps land and you can feel yourself start to soak through your pants.

“he's just a friend, we were in the aca-” he kicks your bedroom door open.

“I don't care, just be quiet. Can you do that for me?”

Your room is pitch black as you step into it. Red almost trips over some of the boxes you still haven't unpacked as he enters, nearly dropping you. “There is nothing going on. We're just friends,”

“Listen to me,” he commands in the tone that makes your body quake, his fingers pulling at your tie forcing you to look up into the dim lights of his helmet, “the only words I want to hear from you are yes Red, please Red, thank you Red or our safe word. Ok?”

“Yes, Red, But-” his hand slaps your face and you get a shiver down your spine. Fuck, it's only been a few weeks since you moved but you realise how much you missed this, missed him.

“Stand there. Close your eyes. Do not look.” You give him a nod, disoriented about where you were in your room and without a light you can barely even see with your eyes open. Still, you clamp your eyes shut. You hear the clicking of your side lamp, the shuffling of something, but no matter how much your curiosity is peaked you keep your eyes squeezed shut.

“Ok, little officer. Open your eyes.” You peek one eye open, and the soft light nearly blinds you. He's thrown something over it, a scarf you think and it's done what he wanted. You're illuminated while he is swallowed in the shadows. A glimmer of red catches the light in the corner and you see his helmet sat on your side table. He's taken it off.

“Strip.”

“Yes, Red.” You start pulling at your buttons, your tie, trying your hardest to get everything off, until you hear a cough and your gaze is drawn up.

“Slower.”

“Yes, Red.” You take your time with each button, giving him a show while you slide off your blouse. Your fingers glide along each item on your belt, placing them carefully down before bending over from the front as you slip from your pants.

“These will come in handy,” Red reaches out, taking your handcuffs and twirling them around his finger, “come here,” his finger pokes out of the darkness summoning you towards him.

You crawl across the bed, hoping that maybe this will be the time you get a glimpse at his face. The darkness swallows you the closer you get to him, his hands wrap around your wrists, flipping you onto your back and clicking the cuffs on and around your steel bed frame. “Red? What are you-?”

“Can't have those little hands of yours wandering.”

“I wouldn't”

“No. One more thing little officer,” his hands slip over your hair, lifting your head up as you feel the soft silk of your tie wrap around your face. His sweat dripping down onto you as he presses his forehead onto yours. “You know you can’t see my face,”

“Yes, Red,” fuck you want to see him, to touch him. But it was always the main rule, you couldn’t touch him, couldn’t see his face. The only thing you really knew about how he looks is what you can feel. That his hands are rough when he takes those gloves off and his lips are softer than anything you’ve ever felt before.

“There's my good girl,” his breath fans your face and you feel his lips press into yours, his teeth latch onto your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. His calloused hands travel up your bare body, tugging and pulling at your skin.

“Please Red,” you arch yourself, pressing up into him. To feel more, to feel as much of him as you possibly can. His cold armor grazes your inner thigh as he climbs nearer and the chill makes you twitch.

“Did you miss me after you when you left, Sweetheart?” his fingers graze up your leg, “Did you take care of her while I was gone?”

“Yes Red, please” you wiggle your ass closer to his fingers, hoping to get him to touch you. It’s been so long. Too long. You couldn’t exactly find a suitable replacement or any replacement for the way Red made you feel or how hard he made you cum.

“I don’t think you have.” His fingers part you, scooping up your juice into his mouth. You moan at the sensation, letting out a huff at how quick the touch was, “tastes like she’s been neglected.”

“Red, I-”

“What is it? Couldn’t do it yourself Sweetheart? Those little hands not enough for you?” he says, closer than you expected. You feel his breath on your cheek, his fingers gently gliding through your pussy. “Need big bad Red to take care of you, don’t you little officer?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Red.”

“Good girl,” you feel his smile on your neck, soft kisses pressing into your skin, his thick fingers inside you. “Shit, you’re clenching so hard already. You need this, don’t you?”

“Please Red, Please,”

“That’s what I thought.” you turn your head, trying to find his lips. “What are you lookin for there?” he asks, pulling away. His hand holds your neck, tilting your head in what you assume is the direction of his face. “Do you want to kiss me? Is that what you want?”

“Ah huh,” you try to nod, but he’s got you firmly in his grasp.

“Tell me who you belong to”

“Red,”

“Again,”

“Red, please.” you plead, for a second before his lips meet yours. It’s gentle and fierce, a reclaiming. His fingers speed up pounding into you, while his tongue explores your mouth. You feel something nudging at your legs and the bed begins to shake. You don't give it too much thought, to be caught up in how sweet his kisses are and how good his fingers are fucking you. Faster, harder he goes until your almost crumbling in his hands.

You're so close, just a little more. But as your pussy starts to spasm, he takes his fingers from you. Swallowing your protests with his tongue and capturing your face with both hands so he can kiss you deeper. You press what you can of your body into him, needing more and more of him.

“You’re desperate for me aren’t you?”

“Yes, Red. Please. Yes,” you pull at your hands, the handcuffs clang and rattle on your bedframe, “Let me touch you,”

“You know the rules,” he tuts, drawing himself back away from you.

“Red? Where did you?”

“Still here, sweetheart,” his bare hand floats up your tummy, fingers pinching at your nipple. You hear something bang onto the floor and you can only assume it’s his armor. You squirm and writhe on the bed, the metal of the handcuffs biting into your wrists.

“Red, please.” you beg, kicking your legs up until you hear a soft chuckle to your left.

“You poor thing. You need more, more of me. Don’t you?” the low rumble of his voice whispers into your ear.

“Yes,”

“Then stop pulling on these,” his fingers loop through the inside of the handcuffs, “You're hurting yourself.”

“Sorry,”

“Don’t be, just be careful.”

“Yes, Red.” your hands drop and you wince at just how sore your wrists have become. Your head drops back onto the pillow and you try to relax, to ignore it.

Instead you’re surprised. The latch on the cuffs comes undone and calloused thumbs rub over the sore spots before soft kisses are pressed into your skin and places them above your head, “Promise me, you’ll keep your hands here,”

“Thank you, I promise,”

“Good girl. Hold onto the pillows if it helps just-”

“No touchie, I know.”

“Good. Now spread your legs for me Sweetheart.”

His thickness, parts you. Swiping and collecting all your juices on his cock, “Please, stop teasing.”

“You teased first. Now it’s my turn,” he continues to toy with you, pressing in just a bit before he pulls back. His forefinger rubs slow torturous circles over your clit. His other hand presses your leg back until it’s at your chest. “You’re making such a mess, dripping onto your nice clean sheets Sweetheart,”

“Sorry Red,”

“Don’t be sorry. I love it. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes,”

“Beg for it.”

“Please, please Red. I need it, need you,”

“Tell me it’s mine,”

“Yes. Yours, all yours. All of me, whatever you want,” your head starts to spin with pleasure and anticipation, “Please fuck me,”

“No, need to be dramatic,” he thrusts fully inside you, grinding his cock into your pussy. His hand tightens on your thigh, digging in so fucking delightfully as he releases a deep breath, “I fucking missed you,” he leans over pressing your leg down further and pushing himself deeper. His mouth finally reaches yours and you just can’t help the way you react.

Your hands fly into his hair, holding him close. His hair is so soft, longish and curly as it twines through your fingers. You snag his lip between your teeth sucking on them so he can’t tell you to stop. You moan into his mouth, delighted that even if you get nothing else tonight, you got this. Got to touch him even if it's his hair, just for a second.

“Now, now, little officer,” he pulls back, taking your hands in his, “Keep those up here. I won’t tell you twice.” he thrusts into you, holding your hands in his. You wish you could see his face, touch it, touch his skin with your hands.

“Sorry, I just-”

“I know you want to touch me. I just- You won’t like it,”

“Please, I can’t see. Just- just this one time.”

“And if I tell you to stop?”

“Then I will stop,”

“You may touch my hair,”

“Thank you Red,” your hands move slowly, reaching up to where you assume his head is. You twirl a stray curl around your finger, pushing it from his face. “Thank you,”

“Since you’ve got a hand in my hair,” his fingers twine through the front of your hair, tugging your face up to meet him so he can kiss down the column of your neck, your collar bone, your shoulder. His teeth sink in every few seconds, before his tongue lathes over the marks.

The sting zings through your body and down into your pulsing clit. You pussy pulses and Red's cock throbs in response. “I can feel you getting close,” he picks up his rhythm on your clit, his hands tightening on your thigh and in your head. The pain of his harsh grip increases your pleasure, “harder, please harder,” you moan, finding your mouth meeting the hard lines of his shoulder. You press your lips into it gently, sucking down on his soft skin. Fuck, you've never gotten to feel this much of him before.

“I need you to cum for me. Please. Sweetheart.” he pants in your ear, his hot breath fanning down your neck. “I’m so fucking close,” you arch up, rising to meet his deep and hard thrusts. He hits that spot right inside you and fireworks start behind your eyes. Your body shakes and quivers and he’d see your eyes roll back into your head if it wasn’t for the dark and the blindfold. You release a series of moans, cries and plea’s for more and more. His name desperately falling from your lips like it’s the only word you know.

“Yes, that’s it. Give it- Give it all to- Me Ahh, Fuck. Yes. Like that,” he moans when you tug on his hair, “Just like that.” his thrusts start to stutter, his breathing ragged. “I’m- I’m - Fucckkk” he presses in deep, his cum filling your pussy up with every gyration of his hips.

“I missed you,” you sigh, as he lays down atop you. His face pressing into the crook of your neck. You rake your hands through his hair gently, noticing that a bit at the front feels coarser from the rest. Probably from the helmet you guess.

“Could you-” he whispers, his breath ragged and hoarse. His fingers find yours in his hair. Slowly he guides them down to his cheek, “Here,”

“Like this,” you ask, brushing your hand from his strong jawline, up his sharp cheekbones and to the small scar on his eyebrow. Your hand moves slowly as your nails graze his face, “is this ok?”

“Perfect,” a silence fills the room. You keep quiet, not willing to jeopardize whatever has come over him, that's allowing you to touch him.

“Why did you leave me?” His voice is soft and almost scared. You wish you could see him, to reassure him somehow, in another way.

“I-”

“You.” you feel him move, rolling to your side, he reaches behind you and you peek your eyes open. The light from the room floods through your tie. You can’t see, but you know he's got the light on you.

“It wasn’t enough.”

“I wasn’t enough,” the sound of defeat echoes in his voice. You feel the bed bounce, like he's moving. You throw your arms out into the air, hoping that your able to grab him. Thankfully, dude is massive.

“Stop. That’s not what I meant.” you sit up, latching onto what you think is his hand. “Are you there?”

“I’m still here.”

“What I mean is. I know your job is scary. I know you're not exactly one of those guy's that worships the Bat either. But, I just-” You sigh, your hand creeps up his arm, making a beeline for his face, “It’s always like this. We have a good time and you leave and I need more.”

“More what? Money? Sex? I can do that.”

“No. I don’t- You’re not getting it.” you shake your head, “I just want you. That’s all I ever wanted and I knew it wouldn’t happen.”

“So you left me,”

“No. I left for me. Because this- we could never be more than this. You don’t want that and it’s not fair for me to push it on you. So I left.”

“What if I did want more? What if these last few weeks without you nearly killed me and I-”

“You won’t even let me look at you Red. I don’t even know your name. Look it’s- It is what it is. This has to be the last time though. Because leaving the first time nearly broke me. So just go, so I don’t have to watch.” You feel those tiny pieces of your heart start to fall again, you had left without saying goodbye because you knew it would be awful and somehow this was a million times worse.

You nearly jump out of your skin when a calloused finger wipes the tears from your cheek. “Oh my little officer,” his fingers drift up and you freeze. Your heart all but stopping as his fingers graze the bottom of your blindfold.

“This isn’t-” you clamp your eyes shut as your feel the fabric start to shift upwards, “You don’t have to,”

“I want to.” his lips brush across your eyelids, “Just- don’t freak out?”

“Why are you some kind of ogre?” you giggle but it sounds strained, “Are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure about you. Open your eyes for me sweetheart.”

You blink, then again. Your eyes blurry for a moment before he comes into view. His eyes are the first thing you notice, fuck. They're so blue, worry written in them like it's all he's ever know and there's something else, something deeper, like a fear that has been burned into his eyes.

You register the scar next, it almost slices through his left eyebrow and makes him look super badass. It looks old and new, like something brutal must have happened. Bringing your hands up, you brush your fingers over the hard lines of his face. Your eyes dart up, when a stray white curl falls into his face, “You’re beautiful,” your voice so soft, you're not even sure he hears you. But he leans into your touch, his soft stubble grazing your palm. “Are you ok with this, Red?”

“Hmm.” his eyes flash open, “Jason,”

“Right, Jason. So what now?”

“For right now. Can’t we just, I dunno. Be? And worry about the semantics in the morning?”

“If that's what you need. Come here.” you lay back, twirling his curls through your fingers when he lays down on your chest, “Just don’t be gone when I wake up ok.”

“You’re stuck with me, Sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you.”

#reader x red hood #reader x jason todd #x reader #jason todd #red hood #jason todd fanfic #red hood fanfic #red hood x reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fanfiction

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ayacokeandpepsi · 2 months

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hi Ava!~ can I make a heeseung smut request? Imagine him coming to ur house like really early in the morning, well let’s say 1-2am and they’re feeling… needy… and ur like “what r u doing here??” Stuff like that, and he’s just in desperate need of some pussy. So u make him beg for it~ then feeling bad, u give him his reward

-anon <3

Thanks for the request <3

Heeseung being needy late at night

Cw: smut, face sitting, cunnilingus, protected sex

Word count: 1k<

A/n: not proofread

You wake up to your phone lighting up.

(Private message)

Heeseung: hey r u busy rn?

Heeseung: can I come over?

You: yeah,why? It’s so late tho

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You turn on your lamp on your nightstand, rubbing your eyes.

What is so important that he needs to come over so late?

You lazily get up from your cozy sheets, feeling cold as the cool night air hits your bare skin in the tiny pjs you’re wearing.

You look to see the city lights gleaming from your big window. You hear a knock at your door. You look through the peephole and see Heeseung standing there, looking fidgety.

You open the door for him “what’s going on with you? It’s so late and-“ he cuts you off by pressing his soft lips to your own, kissing you deeply and slowly.

You moan into the kiss and reach your hands around the back of his neck to his hair. He kicks the door closed and gently pushes you against the wall.

“Sorry,” he stammers between kisses. “Just-“ “missed you s’much,” he whines, as he hurriedly takes off his leather jacket.

His hands reach up your neck to your jaw, holding your face as he moans into your lips as your hands run through his hair.

“Fuck,” he groans as you run your hands under his shirt, feeling his toned torso.

He grabs the back of your thighs and lifts carries you back to your bed, not breaking the kiss.

The sound of belt buckles undoing and clothing hitting the ground fills the room, along with little grunts and kisses. You fall onto the bed, the tiny pjs discarded, leaving you only in your panties, as he is left in only his briefs.

He climbs onto you, his knee in between your legs. He groans, his bare thigh feeling the wetness of your panties touch his skin. He moves his knee against your clothed entrance, earning a soft moan from you.

He brings his hands down to your knees and spreads them. Kisses trail down your nipples to your lower abdomen. His eyes look at yours for approval before he slips off your panties.

“Sit on my face please,” he tells you softly. His mouth is instantly attached to your clit, sucking slowly and dipping his tongue into your folds, holding your thighs to keep you still. He moans into your pussy, his dick leaks precum hearing your whines of his name. His name. All for me, he thinks.

“Feel good baby? Y’like that? Yeah” he praises you, letting you grind on his face. “You taste so good baby fuck” he whines, rutting his hips into the air.

It doesn’t take long for you to cum, he lets you ride out your orgasm, softly licking away all of you. As soon as you get off his face he’s kissing you again, a little more aggressive this time.

“Fuck you taste so good I love your pussy so much,” he stammers into your lips.

“I need you so bad,” he whispers before kissing your neck, his warm hands massage your naked tits, relief from the cold air.

“Lay on your stomach for me,” he softly says into your neck. He softly presses his torso against your back, turning your head to give you kisses before fumbling around your nightstand drawer for a condom.

“You want it inside you? Fuck, say it-tell me you need me inside you,” he groans. He lines his tip through your folds and presses his hips into you, causing you both to moan.

“Ah,shit baby you feel so fucking good,” he whines loudly as his thrusts into you, kissing your shoulder as he holds your waist tightly. You push your hips up into him for more stimulation, which makes crazy. “Oh fuck baby just like that,” he moans into your neck. The sound of skin slapping filled the air as his hips moved faster and faster.

“Oh shit baby, I-“ you moan in unison as he pounds into you. His hips pick up speed and he moans loudly. “Fuck I’m gonna-“ he wines as he fills the condom, moaning loudly into the air.

His hips become sloppy and slow to a stop, pulling out and slowly kisses you.

“Why don’t you just spend the night,” you giggle into his lips.

“Okay pretty girl,” he coos and kisses your cheek.

End <3

#enha smut #enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #heeseung smut

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rafemotherfuckingcameron · 7 months

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YOU BELONG WITH ME

Word Count: 5.2K

Pairing(s): Reader x Ex!boyfriend Jason, Reader x New dad!Matt, Reader x Rafe

Warnings: Flirting, Kissing, Swearing, Virginity Loss, Domestic Situations, Violence, SMUT 18+

Summary: Rafe protecting reader and keeping her safe from her step dad and ex boyfriend.

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Leaving my old life behind to come and live with my mum’s new husband was difficult, especially because I hated him. They had been together a little over 2 years and he was a really nice person when they met, but as time went on he would try and force me to call him dad. Im 18 years old there was no way I was doing that. Maybe if I was younger and didn’t know anything else, but I’m an adult now.

BACK STORY BELOW

There was this one time where I skipped a class and he was my emergency contact as my mum was never available, while working long shifts at the hospital. We were both called into the principals office to discuss my punishment.

It wasn’t that bad, just an hour after class detention. After the meeting we got back into the car, “Matt I’m really sorry they called you, I used to skip sport all the time back at my old school. I didn’t think it was a big deal -“ I was met with a harsh slap against my cheek.

The blood rushed to my cheek, a searing pain on the right side of my face. My hand came up to face to cover my face. “I don’t like coming down here to fix your mess Y/n.” He looks at me and grabs my wrist from my face “Your mother is not to hear a word about this, understood” he yells through my wrist back into my lap. That was the first time he hit me.

There were multiple times after that, that time he got drunk and broke a beer bottle on the wall next to me then slap me saying why didn’t clean up the mess or the time I came back from a party at 2am and he threw me into the wall.

_____________ ____________ ____________ ____________ _________

PRESENT DAY

Lets just say I really was hating the idea of moving into his house. On top of all that my boyfriend had cheated on me with my best friend and started dating. I found out last night and broke up with him. He keeps calling me but I just ignore all incoming messages and calls.

Arriving at my new home, i unpack the car and walk beside my mum. Matt walks out and practically makes out with her, leaving me standing uncomfortable. He takes my suitcase and leads me upstairs to my room. Not going to lie it was an amazing room with a balcony overlooking the beach. But if I had the choice of not living here with him I’d take it.

After organising my belongings and placing them in their assigned places, I felt exhausted. I contemplated taking a shower, but just as I was about to, I heard a knock at the door.

"Y/n, Matt, and I are heading out for a dinner date. There's food in the fridge for you whenever you're hungry," she informed me, and I acknowledged her with a nod. I then entered the shower, allowing the comforting warmth of the water to cleanse away the fatigue from the past few hours.

I got out, brushed my hair and placed a towel around my body. Walking over to my nightstand I grabbed a bra and matching panties, I dropped the towel and slid them on.

*Ding* My phone lit up with another text from Jason:

Jason: “Baby I’m really sorry about that happened. Can you please talk to me. Baby I love you”

Seeing that message made me really pissed and I decided to give it back to him.

Y/N: “You don’t have the right to call me baby anymore, you lost that when you fucked my best friend!!”

Jason: “Y/n don’t be like that. I said I was sorry, you gotta give me some credit”

………

*Jason Calling* I hesitated before picking up:

Y/n: “What?” Jason: “Y/n stop being dramatic, I said I was sorry” Y/n: “I’m not being dramatic Jason, you cheated on me with my best friend. How could you do that?” Jason: “It was just a fuck baby, it meant nothing. I was just sick of waiting for you to be ready. I have needs too.” Y/n: “You know you saying all of this make you sound like an absolute asshole right?” Jason: “OMG here we go again, always so sensitive, get over it, so we can get back together” Y/n: “Let me make this very clear, We are never ever getting back together, not now! not ever!” Jason: “You’ll change your mind, I know you w-“ Y/n: “No I won’t, I broke up with you, I don’t want to be with you, what aren’t you getting? Just leave me alone and fuck off” Jason: “You gonna wish you never said that baby!!” he hung up.

After casually tossing my phone onto the bed, I descended the stairs to fetch some dinner. Upon returning upstairs, I noticed a tall silhouette across in the next house next door.

Intrigued, I approached the window and observed a handsome young man with a well-defined V line, his towel securely fastened around his waist. I found myself captivated by him, particularly the way he ran his fingers through his curtain-like bangs and subtly flexed his bicep.

He pivoted away from the mirror and locked eyes with me. His jaw dropped a bit, and he ran his tongue over his lips before playfully winking in my direction. In that moment, I completely forgot that I was only partially dressed while sneakily admiring my neighbour.

I offered a smile and then turned away, resuming my seat on the bed. Throughout that evening, I couldn't get the guy next door out of my mind.

The way his towel clung to his waist and the manner in which his bangs gracefully draped across his forehead remained persistent thoughts.

The following day, I woke up and glanced at the clock, which showed 1 pm in the afternoon. I slowly climbed out of bed and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. My mom, who had just finished her night shift, had already prepared breakfast for me.

"Hello, dear. How was your sleep?" she inquired, giving me a warm hug. "It was okay," I replied to her question. We sat together as I enjoyed my meal. Afterward, she headed upstairs to get some rest.

Having finished my breakfast, I returned upstairs to change into a cute beach outfit. I then left the house and strolled down to the beach, taking a leisurely walk to clear my mind and unwind for the afternoon.

Sitting by the beach and observing the rhythmic crashing of the waves brought a profound sense of tranquility. In that moment, I felt like myself again, unburdened by the complexities of a new stepfather or the entanglements of a relationship. I felt liberated.

As I watched the sun descend on the horizon, I noticed someone approaching me. He was wearing a white rip curl tank top and board shorts. "Hey, it's you," he remarked as he settled down on my towel.

Puzzled, I inquired, "Hi, do I know you?"

"Well, we haven't formally met, but our eyes have crossed paths, and might I say you look charming in that pink outfit," he commented, his gaze sweeping over me.

It finally dawned on me that he was the boy from next door, and I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment. "OMG, that's so embarrassing," I admitted, tucking my head between my knees.

"Don't be embarrassed. I enjoyed it, and judging by your reaction, I'd say you did too," he teased, smirking as I slowly lifted my head, returning his smirk. "I'm Rafe, by the way."

"I'm Y/n," I replied.

We ended up engaging in a lengthy conversation; he was remarkably easy to talk to. It felt like we shared a genuine connection. Rafe confided that he had recently broken up with his girlfriend due to her infidelity, and I shared my own experience of my boyfriend cheating on me and attempting to reconcile.

We laughed and bantered until we both realised the moon casting its shimmering reflection on the water.

"Wow, I didn't even notice it got dark," I remarked as I gazed out at the water.

"Same here," he replied, slowly extending his arm into the sand behind me.

We both continued to gaze at the water, observing the waves crashing. "Would you like to go for a swim?" he inquired, glancing at me and then back at the water.

"First, it's nighttime, and second, I'm not wearing my bikini," I responded with a chuckle.

He smirked and looked down at his hands. “That’s alright, you don’t need them, plus I’ve already seen you half naked anyways remember.” He said placing a strand of hair behind my ear.

I responded to his offer with a shy smile. "Alright."

He got to his feet and removed his shirt, exposing his sun-kissed body. Following, I unzipped my shorts and slid them down, allowing them to drop onto the sand.

Then, I removed my top, raising my arms and revealing my C cup breasts in a black lace bra. Rafe's eyes widened when he saw me standing so close, partially undressed. He ran his fingers through his hair and swept it to the side.

He began descending toward the beach, periodically glancing back to check if I was following, and I was right behind him. When my toes touched the chilly ocean, my body tensed up.

Rafe noticed and came over to hold my hand, guiding me into the water. As I ventured further in, the temperature didn't improve; in fact, it got even colder. The water reached up to my ribs, and a small wave splashed onto my face, drenching me in its icy embrace.

"OMG, that's so cold," I exclaimed, looking over to where Rafe had already submerged himself, effortlessly navigating through the waves.

He swam back towards me, stopping just inches from my face. His hands found my waist, and I gladly accepted his embrace, wrapping my legs around his waist. We locked eyes, and I leaned in slightly to gauge his feelings.

He reciprocated the gesture, and our lips gently brushed against each other's. It felt like time had slowed down. I pulled back and grinned at him. His hands moved up my thighs, his fingers lightly tracing over my skin.

He leaned back in and kissed me more passionately. Feeling his hands travel up to my butt and squeeze lightly, making me moan quietly. Which didn’t go unnoticed by Rafe, he smiled into the kiss and started sucking on my neck leaving small bruises behind. Grinding my body into his I felt the bulge in his pants poking my pussy. I started to move a little quicker to get some kind of friction.

Our moment was abruptly interrupted by a powerful wave that pushed us apart. Emerging from the wave, I spotted Rafe lying face down in the sand, attempting to recover from being knocked over by the ocean.

Chuckling at his predicament, I started to exit the water and lend him a hand. We then walked back to our house, and he paused in front of my place.

"I had a really nice time, Rafe," I said, looking directly into his eyes.

“I really like hanging out with you Y/N” He said as he kissed me on the lips again and than another peck, leaving me wanting more. He went to turn but I lightly pulled his arm back “Can I get your number?” I said batting my eyelashes at him.

He put his number in my phone and I did the same with his. Walking back into the house I was met with Matt. He looked angry, to be honest I didn’t know what was going to happen.

“What time do you call this?” He yelled stepping forward. “I asked you a question?” He said again abruptly.

"I'm sorry; I didn't realize how late it had gotten," I whispered softly, attempting to retreat cautiously. However, he seized my arm and pressed me against the wall. His other hand closed around my throat, tightening its grip.

"This is my house, and you will obey my rules and return at a reasonable hour," he snapped, slowly increasing the pressure on my throat.

"I'm an adult, and I can stay out as long—" My words were abruptly halted by a brutal slap across my face.

His ring cut my cheek, causing it to bleed. He released his hold on me and hurried upstairs.

I retreated into my room and slammed the door shut. As I settled on my bed, tears streamed down my face. I drew my knees up to my chest and wept into my pillow.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps beside me and turned around quickly, only to find Jason standing there.

"What the FUCK!, how did you get in here?" I asked, quickly rising from the bed and creating some distance between us.

"Your dad let me in, baby," he replied, stepping closer.

"He's not my dad, and what are you doing here?"

"I came to see my beautiful girlfriend. I've missed you so much," he said, brushing my hand with his and leaning in for a kiss. I avoided his advances and settled onto my bed.

"Jason, we're broken up. We're not together anymore. What don't you understand—"

"For fuck's sake, Y/n! I love you, and I know you love me too," he exclaimed, clenching his fists in frustration.

"I used to love you, and then you shattered my heart when you slept with her!" I shouted back at him. My words clearly enraged him. In response, his fist struck my rib cage, causing an intense, searing pain to shoot through my body.

"You see, when you say things like that, it makes me lose control," he muttered, pacing around as I crumpled to my knees in agony. He returned to me, grabbing me by the hair and flinging me forcefully back onto the bed.

He climbed on top and started kissing me. His hands traveled up my thighs and forced my leg open, pulling my panties down.

I tried to push him off but he was too strong and my rib was throbbing. His thumb came up to my clit and rubbed circles in a rough motion. “Stop…..Stop get off, I’m not ready” I screamed but he didn’t stop.

He inserted one finger in to me thrusting at a unforgiving pace. I could feel my walls clenching around his finger, he wasn’t letting up.

He had my hands pinned above my head with his other hand, I tried to wriggle out but that just made it more painful. He tried inserting another finger, but I was just to tight.

He tried his best but he lost his grip slightly, which allowed me room to stick my thumbs in his eyes. I pushed in and he let go and stumbled backwards.

"Bitch!" He yelled, causing me to quickly retreat to the doorway and dash downstairs towards the front door. Just as I was about to grasp the handle, my head collided with the door, and Jason's hand firmly held it against the door.

"You may have won this battle, but I'll win the war, baby," he taunted before pushing me to the ground and exiting through the door.

I slowly ascended the staircase and entered my ensuite bathroom, where I noticed a slight trace of blood on my thigh. I cleaned myself up and changed into another set of pjs.

Switching on the lamp beside my table, a sense of unease crept over me, fueled by the lingering fear that Jason might come back to resume his actions.

*Ding* Incoming Text

Rafe: Can’t sleep either? Y/n: Not since I moved here. Rafe: 😢 What are you doing tomorrow? Y/n: Nothing, Can I come over? We need to talk. Rafe: Yeah, of course see you at 8am Y/n: See you then :)

The morning sun streamed in through my window, and my eyes required no adjustment, for I hadn't slept a wink. It was 7:45 in the morning, and getting dressed proved challenging, given the discomfort I was feeling. Silently, I left my house and made my way to Rafe's door, where I knocked and patiently awaited his response.

As the door opened, Rafe's jaw dropped at the sight of my face. "What happened?" he inquired, opening the door wider to invite me inside.

Overwhelmed by my emotions, I began crying uncontrollably. Rafe enveloped me in his comforting embrace, guiding me into his room, where we sat on his bed.

There, I unburdened myself, recounting everything that had occurred the previous night, including the distressing events involving my stepfather. Sharing the whole story felt like finally having someone firmly on my side.

After my confession, Rafe hugged me, not too tightly to avoid causing pain but with enough warmth to make me feel loved. I ended up staying at Rafe's house that night, mainly because he adamantly refused to let me return to my own house alone.

He walked over to his closet and retrieved a spare shirt, handing it to me. "You can change in here," he pointed to the bathroom across the room.

As I closed the bathroom door behind me, my cheeks flushed, and I couldn't quite pinpoint the reason. Perhaps it was because, after everything that had happened with Matt and Jason, I wasn't accustomed to someone making me feel anything other than fear. Changing into his shirt, I returned to his bedroom.

He was sitting on the bed, absorbed in his phone. When he looked up as I entered the room, he made space for me on the bed and handed me a glass of water. I graciously accepted, taking a few sips. He then pulled the covers over my body, and we both laid on our backs.

As I lay there, my hand brushed against his fingers, and I felt my heart quicken. Just as I was on the verge of falling asleep, a noise outside startled me, causing me to sit up abruptly and accidentally bump into Rafe. My heart raced, and I struggled to catch my breath; it was the onset of a panic attack.

"Hey, hey, it's alright. It's just the storm outside," Rafe reassured me, speaking softly. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, guiding my body closer to his.

"Take deep breaths for me," he urged, rubbing soothing circles on my back. Following his instructions, I inhaled deeply and exhaled, repeating the process five times.

"You're safe here, Y/n. I won't let anyone hurt you," he assured me. Eventually, I began to calm down, and we lay back down together. I threw my arm over him, cuddling in, and he reciprocated by hugging me tightly.

The following morning, I awoke to find Rafe setting up breakfast at the foot of the bed, and he greeted me with, "I thought you might be hungry?" as he extended the tray of food, which I eagerly accepted and placed on my lap, the sheets still modestly covering me, and the spread included French toast and waffles; as I concluded my meal, I reclined back in bed and drew the sheets over my face, prompting Rafe to ask,

"How are you feeling this morning, Y/n?" and in response, I lowered the sheet to just beneath my chin and confessed, "Considering everything I've endured, being here with you makes me feel safer than I've ever felt before," causing a blush to tinge my cheeks, to which he gazed into my eyes, smiled warmly, and reassured me

“I’m glad you feel safe here Y/n, I’d never want you to feel scared here. Your always welcome here, anytime!” He replied, slowly placing a loose strand of hair behind by ear. Looking into his eyes I got that feeling again, like butterflies but a more intense feeling. I really wanted to kiss him, wanted to feel his soft lips on mine, wanted to feel his hands roaming my body.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I just stared and smiled back at him.

"I'ma take a shower real quick," he mentioned before heading into his bathroom, and I acknowledged with a nod as I gazed out the window; I rose from his bed and settled by the window, peering into my room, where I noticed my stepfather, Matt, entering.

I quickly concealed myself behind the curtain while still managing to observe him sifting through my belongings, even though I couldn't fathom what he might be searching for; I watched him pacing about my room, flinging my clothes and possessions about.

Then noticed him apparently engaging in a conversation with someone who seemed positioned near my bedroom door; slipping down from my concealed position behind the curtain,

I inched along the floor to another curtain and carefully raised myself to uncover the identities of the individuals outside; my eyes widened as I glimpsed Matt and Jason engaged in an intense argument, leaving me bewildered as to why Jason was present, what their intentions were, and how Matt had come to be in my room in the first place.

Numerous unanswered questions swirled in my mind, and I realised that they wouldn't be promptly addressed; remaining concealed, I continued observing the unfolding scene, as Jason paced around my room with his hands on his head, while Matt vociferated at him, until Jason finally took a seat on my bed and glanced in my direction.

I quietly slid down the curtain and sidled along the wall to gain a different vantage point, whereupon Rafe returned from the bathroom, attired in sweatpants, and inquired about my position on the floor.

I raised my index finger and directed it just beneath his window, indicating the scene outside, and Rafe approached to inspect it further; he observed two men embroiled in an argument within my room.

He looked down at me and signalled you to craw along the floor over to him. I did as he instructed, crawling along the floor not too high so they couldn’t see.

I reached him and he pulled me up. My hands slid up his toned body, feeling the grooves in his chest. Finally looking up to his face, he mouthed “Who are they?”

As we clung to each other, I responded, "Matt, my stepdad, and my ex, Jason." He then wrapped his arms around my neck, offering a gentle embrace, and my arms naturally circled his waist, my fingers lightly trailing along his back.

I turned away for a moment, with his hand finding a resting place on my waist as we continued to watch the unfolding argument, and it was during this time that Jason retrieved a small round object from a photo frame on my bedside table, handed it to Matt, and engaged in a conversation with him.

Upon realizing what it was, I exclaimed, "It's a hidden camera!" My exclamation prompted me to whirl around to face Rafe, but as I moved, I inadvertently stepped into view of Matt and Jason, who immediately noticed me and rushed to the window; they then opened it and shouted,

"Y/n, we knew you couldn't have gone far."

Witnessing Matt and Jason exit my room and the house, and hearing their threats to break down Rafe's front door, I clung to Rafe's arm as we cautiously moved toward the front door, with a pressing question lingering in my mind.

I inquired, "What are you going to do?" just as Jason abruptly broke down the door and charged towards me, but Rafe swiftly intervened, tackling him to the ground. Following this, Matt entered the scene and watched Rafe land several blows on Jason's face.

Unbeknownst to me, Matt stealthily approached, and before I could react, his hands encircled my throat, hoisting me off the ground.

My hands instinctively grasped at his wrist, clawing in an attempt to loosen his grip. The pressure around my throat intensified, and my vision began to fade as my hands fell limply to my sides.

Rafe sprang into action when he saw Matt attempting to harm me, swiftly shifting from Jason to tackle Matt. He landed a powerful punch to Matt's nose, and as my eyes gradually reopened, I reached up to hold my neck, which was sore from the attack.

Rafe rushed over to help me sit up, propping me against the wall, his strong hand gently rubbing my shoulder. He anxiously asked, "Y/n, are you okay?" I nodded and replied, "Better now."

With his support, he lifted me to my feet and wrapped his protective arms around my waist. However, our relief was short-lived, as Jason suddenly clicked the safety off his gun, causing both of us to freeze.

Rafe immediately positioned himself in front of me, shielding me from the menacing weapon. Jason proceeded to berate me, claiming that I could have avoided this ordeal if I had just acquiesced to his demands, stating that he could have used me to obtain money from my father before subjecting me to further suffering.

He was on the brink of pulling the trigger when the sound of a car screeching to a halt distracted him long enough for us to seize the opportunity and escape through the back door.

We sprinted as fast as our legs could carry us, but exhaustion eventually forced me to stop. Rafe halted beside me, gently picking me up, and together, we made our way to the Country Club.

There, Rafe arranged for a hotel suite under the name of his best friend, Topper. After obtaining the key card, we entered the suite, where Rafe handed me a cup of water from the bathroom.

I took the water and pulled him down to sit beside me, expressing my gratitude, "Thank you for what you did," a sincere smile lighting up my face.

“I would do it all again for you” he said as he looked into my eyes than down to my lips and back up again. I leant in and our lips brushed against each others, cupping his hand around my face as our lips connect, gentle at first before he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me onto his lap, deepening the kiss.

As I rolled my hips against with clothed crotch, I felt that feeling that happens whenever I’m around him. The feeling of wanting his hands all over my body. Having him eat me out and wanting him inside me.

He stands and flips me over so that he’s hovering over me. I move up the bed more and he follows. I pull at the hem of his shirt and he pulls it off his one hand over his head. He pulls my top off and starts kissing down my collar bone till he reaches my covered breasts.

“Can I?” He questions and I nod. He unclips my bra and throws it away. He sucks against my shoulder as his hands slid to my breasts squeezing them.

“So Beautiful” he mumbles in to my neck. He starts rolling my nipples between his fingers taking one into his mouth, licking and sucking on them. Moans escape my lips as I lift my left leg around him to get more friction.

He comes back to my lips inserting his tongue in and swirling it around. “Rafe- I need to - I need to tell you something!” I said moaning away as he caressed my boobs.

“You can tell me anything” He said before hovering and looking at me.

“I’ve never done this before- had sex I mean.” I spoke softly, fingers dragging down is chest.

“Do you want me to stop?” “No” I say quickly leaning up to capture his lips. Slowly undoing his drawstring and sliding down his sweat pants revealing his huge cock. I gulped seeing the length and size.

I took his cock into my hand and start stroking up and down, slowly rubbing my thumb over his tip and sliding the pre cum leaking out along his length. His fingers came to my shorts and unbuttoned my shorts pulling them down my legs and throwing them on the floor.

He then hooked his fingers into my panties and slid them off lightly. His hands ran back up my legs, slowly opening my knees, to reveal my dripping cunt. He swiped his thumb over clit causing my hips to lift.

He pushed me back down and dove in, his tongue attached to my clit. My mouth fell open and moans escaped me. “Feels so good” I breathed out closing my eyes.

“Good baby wanna make you feel so good.” His hands slid down my thighs and he starts rubbing my clit slowly. “Fuck Rafe” I moaned and he started rubbing faster, his arm hooking around my leg to lift and place on his shoulder.

He gently slid a finger into me, while stroking himself in preparation. I heard a whimper leave his lips as he felt how tight I was. After only a few minutes of his fingers I could feel my stomach turning ready for my release.

He knew this as well by how I squeezed his fingers. “Cmon baby cum on my fingers, cum f’me.” He whispered seductively watching as I let go all over his fingers. He brought his fingers up to his mouth sucked all my juices off.

He palmed himself a few times before lining himself up with my cunt. “Are you sure?” He asked hesitantly waiting for me to respond. I nod in response. “I need words baby” .......... “Yes!”

He pushed in slowly, rubbing soothing circles on my outer thighs. My mouth fell open and my fingers dug into his biceps. Feeling my walls clench around him, it was stopping him from going in further.

“Just relax, take a breath.” He whispered into my ear. Following his suggestion, I took a deep breath and breathed out, he managed to slid in all the way. He was so big and I felt so full.

He stayed still, waiting for me to adjust to the size. I gave a him look that he could start moving, his cock sliding in and out. My walls clenching down on him with every thrust. He began speeding up the pace, and was left a moaning mess. I felt him twitch inside me and that's when I knew he was getting close.

He hoisted one of my legs up onto his shoulders to hit me at a new and deeper angle. He brought his fingers to my clit and rubbed circles, making me release all over his cock. He wasn’t far behind at I felt his cock twitch again.

Just as he was about to let go he pulled out and he shot hot cum ropes on to my boobs. He continued rubbing my clit slowly as I came down from my high.

“That felt so good” I whispered to him. He smirked and laid beside me.

“I belong with you Rafe” I say turning on my side and wrapping an arm around his waist and letting my leg rest onto of his leg.

“You belong with me.” He whispered as I fell asleep in his arms.

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