ravenlovesflics

[ravenlovesflics]

⭒ you hate your job working as a maid. people treat you like shit because they feel entitled and have nothing else to do but berate people they feel is “beneath” them. Just as you were bout to quit, you get a call.

This is a bwwm jjk nanami fanflic, enjoy!

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[ravenlovesflics]

When Y/N decides to go clubbing to get over her shitty cheating ex boyfriend with her best friend, one conversation leads to an unforgettable night with an green eyed tattooed stranger.

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My first post on here and I’m bored right now at lunch so why not write a smut right? Tehe. I’m fifth teen never written smut before so bare with me, k? ;)

It’s a bit of a story for it so if you don’t want to read that, just the sex then skip it and just go to the sex.

But I do recommend reading for the better experience.

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“I can’t believe this! I never did anything but love him and this how he treats me?” You say as tears stream uncontrollably down your face. Your mascara and black eyeliner is running down your face, your lips coated in snot and spit.

You stare down at the short, stubby redhead with soap brows and a bold dark red lip. You glare at the picture. What could she possibly have that you don’t? You try to sniff but it turns into a messy cough instead.

You loved this man. He was all you’ve ever know. You’re 25 and have been with him since you were 18. He was your first everything. First love, first heartbreak, first kiss, first sexual experience—literally everything you’ve ever known he was.

Growing up in a Christian household was hard but he made everything so much better than it seemed. How could he do something like this?!?

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Just come in”.

Your best friend Sasha stood in the doorway, upon seeing you her face dropped and she rushed over to you. “Girl what the fuck. What’s the matter?” She asked but when her eyes followed yours to picture in front of you her phone deadpanned.

“Are you serious, Y/N?!”

You didn’t answer just slightly pouted your bottom lip and turned your head, now feeling ashamed.

“It’s been almost two weeks. Baby I know you loved you but you have to eat over it. Sitting around looking like”, She motioned to my face and body, “This, isn’t going to do anything. It isn’t going to do anything”.

You didn’t reply.

“Let’s go out tonight”.

You blankly stared at Sasha. “So crying for two weeks isn’t healthy but ignoring your feelings and drinking an uncomfortably amount of alcohol is?”

“When you put it that way, no. But it’s better than sitting in the house like Wednesday adams for the rest of your life”. “And who knows maybe getting all dressed up and hot will bring your confidence back up. Over these past two weeks it’s like you’ve forgot who you are, Y/N”.

Again. You kept silent.

“You’re the girl every guy wants to date and who girl everyone wants to be! You’re stunning, funny, smart —you own the second most successful lawyer firm in the entire world for gods sake! You’re absolutely amazing and I don’t like seeing you like this, staring at some random bitch comparing yourself. She has absolutely nothing on you, okay? You are Y/N L/N”.

More tears started to fall. You suddenly hugged your best friend. “Aw thank you Sasha, I love you so much”. You said in a wavy tone. You grabbed the side of her head and started rubbing your face onto hers. The spit, snot, tears and running makeup getting on her face.

When you finally back up, you let out the largest breath you could manage before sitting up, getting off the girls Instagram account and sniffing real big and loud. “You’re right. I am Y/N L/N and no one will make me feel like I’m anything else!”

Sasha smiled before grabbing your arm and dragging you into the bathroom. “Get in the shower. You smell like shit”.

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“Come on Y/N let’s leave before it gets too late and the line gets too long!”

You stare at yourself in the mirror before sighing and leaving the bathroom.

Upon seeing you, Sasha sucks in a breath. “Oh my god. You look wow. Stop it because I’m actually getting wet right now”.

You laughed at that before bitting your lip. “You think so?”

“Uhm YES! I can’t believe you looked like a homeless meth head two hours ago”.

You sucked your teeth at that before grabbing an oversized jacket and leaving your apartment.

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Entering the club, the largest and immediate smell of sweat and alcohol hit you all at once. You breath it in actually missing the nasty scent.

“Let’s go straight to the bar”. Sasha shouts over the loud music.

You and Sasha order your drinks, the bartender staring at you for a little too long. You look up and notice he’s not the only one who’s attention you’ve apparently caught.

You ignore all the looks and stares you’re getting, turning to Sasha.

“So? You feeling good or do you want to leave?”

“I’ll stay, it’s fine. Everyone is staring at me though”.

“Of course they are. You’re literally famous. Did you cry out all your brain cells? You’re like… the kardasions kind of famous”.

You didn’t answer just took your drink and drunk a sip. After a few rounds you and Sasha were staring to get tipsy. The song “Babydoll speed” by Ari Abdul started blasting. The sensual music started to run through your veins, the alcohol and weed taking its toll as well. You grab Sasha and pull her onto the dance floor.

You and Sasha grind to the beat of the song while laughing and smiling. The song keep going and you get caught up in the sound. You turn around while your eyes are closed, running your hands through your hair and down your body. Opening the them, they immediately meet with the darkest green eyes you’ve even seen.

You don’t stop dancing as you eye the stranger. It looks like the same guy from when you first walked in but you weren’t sure. You can’t make out his features or anything because the dimmed lightening but you can see his eyes, his lips, and his cheek bones. His lips are two-tones, full and heart shaped while his cheek bones are defined. You watch as he relaxes into his seat his eyebrows furrowing and eyes narrowing with every move you make. He relaxes in seat, his thumb coming up to his face to rub his jaw line that is lined with a light stubble.

Maybe it was weed or the alcohol or the song, mood, all the emotions you felt over these past two weeks, or maybe the fumes from the sweat all around you but you wanted to put on a show.

The way he looked you at, the way his eyes studied your face, your body, your movements made you feel powerful and wanted.

You didn’t want to make it seem you were dancing for him though so you looked away and went back over to Sasha. You guys touched, danced, swayed and laughed.

Occasionally you would touch your body and hair sexually just for the spice of it but after a while you forgot about the stranger and just had fun with Sasha.

You and Sasha danced for about two sounds for so because you walked back over to the bar and took a seat. Mid-way through conversation you noticed Sasha not focusing on you but something behind you. This caused you to turn around and see another girl giving her a look that basically says “Take me on this counter”. The girl noticed you looking and turned away. She must think we’re together or something..

“If you want her, go have fun”. You said.

This got her attention. “What? What are you talking about.. I-I don’t want her. I’m here to out with you! This isn’t about me right now”.

I gave her the blankest stare I could possibly conjure. I’ll be fine. You’ve done enough for okay? I feel amazing and I thank you for bringing me here. If it wasn’t for you I would’ve still been in bed right crying over a pictures of Drew and I”. “Please. Go! But if you leave make sure to text me so I can call an Uber or something”.

Sasha stared at me. “Are you absolutely positive?”

“Positive”. I said drawing a cross over my chest and sticking my chin in the air. “Now go before she leaves!”

“I don’t deserve you”. She said before giving me a hug and walking over to the girl. They immediately left the bar and went into the back.

After another drink you left to go to the bathroom. While washing my hands you stared at yourself in the mirror for a second before leaving. Or tried to leave. As soon as you went to open the door, someone pushed you back in before locking it behind themselves.

“Hey! What the fuck you asshole!” You shouted in the mist of stumbling back. When you finally got ahold of yourself and looked up, You froze.

It was the guy.

The guy from the dance floor.

You sighed. “You could’ve just waited for me to come out and talk to me like a normal person would’ve”.

He didn’t say anything. Just raised an oddly perfectly thick eyebrow. He’s tall. Maybe around 6’5. But that doesn’t scare you considering I’m 5’11. 6’2 in these heels.

After a few long seconds of awkward silence, you decided you weren’t going to stand here and let him stare at you for absolutely no reason. You tried to walk away and leave but he stopped you by grabbing your arm and pulling you towards you.

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