#tokyo revenegrs smut

[kurokawaia]

REQUEST RULES + CHARACTERS

REQUEST RULES ::

⋆·˚ ༘ * i have a life outside Tumblr aka. requests might take a while depending on motivation. ༊*·˚

DONT TELL ME 'I want you to write...', it can come of rude and demanding and I won't fulfill your reques. Come of NICE when you request, e.g, 'I was wondering if you could right,' 'could you please write,' etc ༊*·˚

I WILL WRITE for fem!reader ONLY in all of the thirsts, drabbles, fics and headcanons i write, the troupe will be dom!character x sub!reader unless stated other wise or requested otherwise.

NOTE :: if gender is not specified in request, i will assume it's a FEM! instert and will write a FEM! insert

I can also write any male reader x male character nsfw's but ONLY for Heaven Official's Blessing and The grandmaster demonic cultivation !!sorry if you want male x reader for any other fandom, but this is just the fandoms im comfortable writing this troupe with.

NOTE :: I will rarely write a dom!reader x sub!character

COMFORTABLE WRITING ┈➤ fluff, angst, smut, and dark content.

COMFORTABLE WRITING TOPICS ┈➤ cnc, duncon, noncon, being drugged, breeding, baby trapping, daddy kinks, mommy kinks, dd/lg, blood play, weapon play, kidnapping, yandere, coercion/manipulation, god complex, praise, name calling, degradation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, cervix fucking, size kink, age gaps, cockwarming, bondage, biting, cucking, threesome, throat training, impact play, oral -> male and female receiving, face sitting, double penetration, anal + more ༊*·˚

NOT COMFORTABLE WRITING ┈➤ insest, stepcest scat, watersports, vomit, fisting, pedophilia, chastity, drowning, public nudity, gangbangs (no more than a threesome), cannabilism, hypnosis, duct tape, mummification, consensual servitude, humiliation, harem boys, prostitution ༊*·˚

I WILL NOT WRITE ┈➤ au's!! (i will not write for a character outside that timeline/setting as in the anime. so please refraining from asking me to write a 'modern au' 'collage au' etc. the only exception is making that au within the anime setting, such as; 'character doing this instead of this', like that is that makes sense?) insesct, stepcest ༊*·˚

all characters are depicted to be 18+

REQUEST CHARACTERS ::

⋆ HUNTER X HUNTER :: Kurapika Kurta, Leorio Paradinight, Killua Zoldyck, Gon Freecs, Illumi Zoldyck, Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Portor

⋆ DEATH NOTE :: Light Yagami, L Lawliet (L), Miheal Kheel (Mello), Mail Jeevas (Matt), Nate Rivers (Near)

⋆ BUNGO STRAY DOGS :: Dazai Osamu, Atsushi Nakajima, Kunikida Doppo, Edogawa Ranpo, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Nakahara Chuuya, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Dostovesky Fyodor ༊*·˚

⋆ BLEACH :: Ichigo Kurosaki, Zaraki Kenpachi, Kuchiki Byakuya, Urahara Kisuke, Shinji Hirako, Kyoraku Shunsui, Aizen Sosuke, Hitsugaya Toshiro, Cifer Ulquiorra, Jaegerjaquez Grimmjow, Ishiha Uryu, Haschwalth Jugram ༊*·˚

⋆ NARUTO/BORUTO :: Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Madara, Uzumaki Naruto, Senju Tobirama, Hatake Kakashi, Hyuga Neji, Nara Shikamaru, Jiraya, Otsitsuki Indra ༊*·˚

⋆ DEMON SLAYER :: Demon slayers; Tokitō Muichirō, Rengoku Kyōjurō, Tomioka Giyū, Uzui Tengen, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Iguro Obanai, Himejima Gyōmei, Yoriichi Tsugikuni. Demons; Kibutsuji Muzan, Kokushibō | Michikatsu Tsugikuni, Douma, Akaza ༊*·˚

⋆ WIND BREAKER :: Haruka Sakura, Suo Hayato, Togame Jou, Kaji Ren, Umemiya hajime ༊*·˚

⋆ TOKYO REVENEGRS :: Mikey, Draken, Sanzu, Wakasa, Izana, Ran, Rindou ༊*·˚

[bajitheestallion]

WET DREAMZ. - takemichi hanagaki

synopsis: i ain't ever did this before, no.

contains: slight femdom (?), perv takemichi, lowercapped, mentions of stalking sorta kinda, fem reader, this nigga NEEDS it, its obv he does, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, mentions of a one night stand

a/n : listen to wet dreams - j. cole when reading, even if this isn't gonna be that long. mdni, etc etc all that good shit.

TAKEMICHI hanagaki isn't a pervert. he makes it obvious he isn't, well he thinks he does. he never notices how his eyes manage to fall on every dip and curve on your body as you cheerily talk to him with no intent. the way your lashes met and batted up at him while he couldn't help but tense up. the thought was always nudged off your shoulder because takemichi is always nervous around women, he's just nervous.

even if his hands always fell a little bit lower every time you hugged, how his breath hitched and his shoulders tensed whenever you even accidentally grazed upon him. even if you didn't notice how he peeked around corners and slid into alleyways right after you both split up to head home, the melodious sound of quiet grumbles and whimpers.

he was just a friend who was a bit inexperienced, you knew he was. you joked about it often, letting your warm fingertips drag across his chest whenever you walked past him. the bare minimum, obviously you weren't interested. he knew you werent, so he let this game of cat and mouse go on longer until his body finally got used to it. and surprisingly enough, he did!

that was until you had brought up the question.

"are you all still virgins?"

a bit of silence lingered with the sound of another table in the back hollered with the sound of some time of sports team doing something you were uninterested in. it was a fairly small get together, just a few life long friends. you, takemichi, mikey, draken, and mitsuya were sitting on bar stools with a wide variety of drinks on hand. the counter was wood and fairly fucked up, several carvings or drawings of what you assumed to be a vagina next to someones phone number, or the loving sight of initials with a heart around them. but you paid no mind.

"no. did it seem like it?" the first answer quickly tore the thick tension in the air you knew you'd create. of course, this was intentional, and of course draken was the first one to put it out there. "you forgot where i used to live?" he asked before letting his lips connect to the glass of his beer, eyes closed and relaxed.

takemichi flinches.

"i'm not either." mitsuya quickly chimed in with a hiccup sticking at his adam's apple, causing it to bob gently. "it was bound to happen, i guess i am a charmer." his hair is messier than it was when you all first met. his cheeks and nose are dusted a gentle red, as well at the tips of his ears.

you can hear takemichi stumble out of his seat.

mikey just nods and keeps sipping at the fifth drink he's had for the night.

takemichi waddles off without a word.

"y'think you caught him?" mitsuya looks towards you sluggishly, his eyes digging right into yours, "we, well i," he hiccups and looks a bit nauseous for a second, before regaining his composure. "i can tell you were waiting." and he was right, because you were waiting.

more importantly, so was takemichi.

and you know how takemichi gets when he's impatient.

considering his hand was in his hair and his back was against the wall of the fairly dirty bathroom. it was unfair. unfair how you got to prance around in small skirts and tight shirts that hugged your body in.. oh, so loving places. he can't help but stare and imagine his hands holding your waist passionately, thumb stroking your skin and tracing your v line.

ziiiiip.

hanagaki's face is flushed a bright red, he's practically shaking as he tugs his jeans and boxers down to the middle of his thighs. the feeling of the not too strong alcohol lingering in his system, huffing out of his mouth as he panted. waiting for his hard on to fling out and bead precum right at his red tip.

his dick is pretty. he doesn't know it though. it's not too small, but also not too big. around 5-6 inches, his tip is a bright red, and always twitches if he's that aroused. he covers his mouth with his shirt and lets his eyelids hesitate to touch before his finally starts moving his hand.

sure, it's not your mouth, nor your cunt. it'll do. he moves the shirt from his lips and seems a bit dazed, letting his tongue hang out a bit and let out a loooooong slow line of spit fall from the organ, right onto his neglected shaft as a make-do lube. his stroking is deathly slow, and his body is shaking and twitching against the cold wooden door.

you pressed your back against the door, making sure he heard the thud of your body touching it.

"how long were you waiting?" you expect him to take a while to respond.

"too long. t-too long." takemichi's voice is shaking and he sounds inches away from blowing his load on his stomach. he repeats himself since the first time he spoke, it was a bit too quiet. he slides down the door a little, his stroking getting a bit more messy at the sound of your voice. chest rising and falling in tune with his off-tuned breathing.

"i bet." your legs instinctively spread. you won't get caught right? the bathroom is pretty secluded. you let your body do the thinking and you start sliding down, letting your skirt ride up your thighs as you pull the thin cloth of your panties down your legs, kicking them off until it's around your left ankle. your middle and ring finger trace down your torso and fall right above your clit before starting to move in circle on top of it mindlessly.

"what were you thinking of?"

"you. like, a lot. a-a lot." he sounded quiet again, "i couldn't help but leave." it sounds like his hand is starting to move faster, which causes yours to as well. the sound of both of you attempting to stay quiet, letting your noises blend and hide within the loud booming of cheers on the other side of the bar. "you'd feel... so nice on top of me. so.. fuckin' pretty." his words seem a bit more jumpy and his moans sound more full. dripping with hints of lust and gentle bursts of evidence he was enjoying this a bit too much. you sink into his words, whenever he's like this you can always just let him take over your mind, explaining how your fingers were already inches away from slipping inside of your cunt.

"you'd look real nice when i'm inside of you. i wanna cum for you, r-real bad." your fingers slide in right as he says it, he really is in control, even if you thought you were.

the feeling of your fingers curling and nudging at all the sensitive spots hidden in your gummy walls as takemichi unknowingly let his his words fly right in one ear and to your cunt. floating words of pleads mixed with longing moans. you remember these in specific, you'll possibly remember it the rest of your life. he's got you in his hold when he least expected to.

"i really.. really wanna feel you. you're so pretty." with a gentle swallow of his spit at the end.

"'s.. 's.. close.. shitshithsihit.." his paces picks up then quickly slows down, and your fingers attempt to keep up.

the crowd on the opposing side of the bar grows quiet as you both reach your climax, causing the both of you to cover your mouth so no one managed to overhear.

he cums in spurts, his white load dripping down his knuckles as he finally lets his eyes open slowly. but, while he can catch his breath, you're a bit busy trying not to get called. "let's not make this a one time thing, huh hanagaki?" you say with a grin, being slightly taken aback at the sight of your phone screen lit up with a text.

"i-i mean.. okay?" he responds while you read the message.

shit.

' can we talk tmrw? '

' imy '

[moved2usagiiboo]

Chapter 37

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Warning! The chapters upcoming will be dark! Stockholm syndrome, non-consensual touching, heavy NSFW, violence, gaslighting, and more. Please, please, please, if any of these topics are triggering or something you don't want to read about skip them 💞 No minors as well. I will not be responsible for anything that happens if you continue to read after this warning.

With a gruff of annoyance he tossed Rindou in his bed after changing his clothes— Kakucho had vomited again and all over poor Rin. He better throw these clothes away before Rin realizes what happened, as he opens the trash can he slams the vomit covered clothes wrapped in plastic bags inside the can. His mind flashes small flickers of you that has him smiling and gaze softening— All of that goes away when he hears Kakucho groan on their couch.

“Fucking cock-blockers… Should be with my girl right now.” He grimaced at the whine Kakucho was letting out, rolling up his own sleeves before picking Kakucho up by his arm— slinging it over his shoulder. “God, you reek.” He sighs making his way to the bathroom. This might take a while.

After thirty minutes of arguing with a drunk Kakucho about putting on clean clothes and listening to him cry about seals attacking penguins he finally got him to sleep— Although the asshole is in his bed, even after he told him not to. At least he’s asleep, besides— he doesn’t plan on being home anyways. He’ll be too busy with you. Freshening himself up and changing his once overly expensive outfit to something much more casual— Tan sweatpants with a white hoodie he sits on his couch, legs spread in a comfortable enough space. He’s excited to see you, but it's late, he doubts you’re still up— But he hopes for you are.

He sighs when he gets no reply, he really wanted to see you. More than that, he gave up his bed to Kakucho and he drools— Guess he’ll be burning his blankets and pillows in the morning, once he wakes up from sleeping on the couch. He groans as he lays on his side, he better get compensated for being such a good friend.

“Oh shit.” He grabs his phone once more, looking through his messages to find the chat with Sanzu.

Fucking idiot, he’ll find him in the morning. He’s too tired for this.

The high sun is risen after the men have gotten a good night’s rest, it’s rays now lighting up everything in it’s path— Standing in front of your house with a bouquet of flowers as he fixes his hair, taking a deep breath in before knocking on the door. He didn’t have any time to gather his thoughts before the door swung open at a fast pace— “Y/n!?” Your mother questioned, hopeful.

“Is that her!?” Your brother yelled from the back running to the door as fast as he could, only to be disappointed— “Ran? What are you doing here?”

“Where’s Y/n?” He ignored his question once he saw your mother’s face turn into one of sadness and disappointment, her eyes looking to the side of her before she turned around and walked away.

“My baby…” Her quiet sniffles can be heard as she hugged her chest leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Y/n… She’s missing.” Those words alone shattered his heart into a million pieces, the flowers dropped onto the ground as his eyes widened— This expression only lasted so long before it turned into that of rage. Gripping your brother by his collar and yanking him close as his eyes turned into weapons.

“How did she go missing!? You were the last one with her!” The volume in his voice scares your mother as she realizes what’s going on, her hands go to cover her mouth as her tears fall faster. Cheeks covered in the wet substance.

“I—” Choking on the way Ran has his collar rightly gripped he has to cough once before he can finish his sentence, still very strained— “I turned around for a second, to find my phone and when I looked back she was gone!” Ran glare never leaves, he opens his mouth to speak again but is beat to it.

“Just stop! Fighting isn’t going to bring her back!” Your mother weeps as her body collapse to the ground, now on her knees with her hands on her lap. She was a wreck, rightfully so. “It won’t being my baby back….” Her voice is softer than the latter, practically whispers. Snatching his hand off of Gin’s collar he goes to console your mother.

“I will stop at nothing to find her… I’ll sweep this entire fucking country if I have to.” He kneels down to your mother, his eyes full of determination. “I swear, you’ll have your daughter back.” His hand rubbed soft strokes on her back.

“Please, please… Bring my baby back.” She begs Ran, voice full of cracks and desperation. He’ll find you, no matter what it takes. Gin rushes to hold his mother in his arms the moment Ran walks away. Whipping out his phone his thumb scrolls down his contacts—

“What are you going to do?” Gin questions, looking at Ran’s back that’s faced towards him.

“Don’t worry about it, just focus on your mom.” That’s all he says before leaving their house, clicking on the contact in his phone that read “boss”.

A barely lit room, darkness seeping from every corner except for the center where two chairs rested. The darkness of the moon leaking through the open windows, wood cracking in the fireplace brought natural light back into the room. Just not enough for you to see your surroundings.

Your head rung, spinning almost as you raised your head up. Eyelids extremely heavy, you struggled to open your eyes. Lids barely showing the iris of your eye. You wiggled your arms only to find your movement is extremely restricted, the same with your legs. Itchy material wrapped around your small wrist, tied behind your back, and the same material was wrapped around each ankle— You could only assume you have been tied to a chair.

After fighting the urge to sleep away, which proven to be a battle your head, awfully lighter than normal found it’s away resting on the back of the chair. No thoughts in your mind at the moment, just emptiness— then your head went forward. Looking directly down at your thighs. Eyes blinking one, two, three, four times before you realized another pair of legs. Widely spread legs with dress shoes and pants to match. Without moving your head your eyes panned upwards, elbows resting on either side of this person’s knees— Hands clasps together, fingers intertwined with each other as the person’s chin chested on it.

Lifting your head up you see how dark the person’s gaze is, long hair that seems to be vibrant, and heavily pierced ears.

“Who are you?” Your voice is slurred, your mind hasn’t entirely caught up with you yet— Still confused and unable to out the pieces together. “Why am I here?” Your voice whined as you tugged against the itchy material, “Wanna go home..” Your head fell again, now laying on your shoulder as your eyes closed.

“Wanna see Ran…” This must’ve been a trigger for the person sitting in the chair in front of you, hearing shuffling but not caring as the person— quite tall, walked up to you, puckering your cheeks with one hand.

“You won’t see Ran again.” The voice is deep but soothing, familiar almost. With the litter thinking power you had with your foggy mind, you’ve come to the conclusion that the person was a man.

“Why not Mister?” You hummed out, still loopy from the drug he had given you.

“You don’t get it yet? I kidnapped you— Took you away from your family and friends.” He pulls your face, making you look at him. “I did.” He says. He doesn’t even know why he did that— He was drunk and high of off something, but his mind was clear when he saw you. Heard them chanting your name, you made his high go away— Made him drunk on your presence. You’re so cruel, you didn’t even recognize him. After all the hours you guys talked, you still didn’t know it was him. He’s hurt to say the least.

But hurt enough to kidnap you? Now, that’s extreme. Even for him. Maybe he got jealous, seeing you hand in hand with Ran— Watching your gaze soften at the sight of him, your face flush. He swears he could hear your heart beat quicken every time you saw him.

Why wasn’t it him?

What’s so good about Ran? Didn’t he make you cry? Hurt you? Who was there to pick up the pieces, not him. But Sanzu, every time. He doesn’t deserve you.

“Can I go home now?” You slurred out as he let go of your cheeks, untying your restraints.

“No.” Quick and simple as he makes fast work of untying your legs.

“Then can I see my family?” Another stupid question.

“No.” He answered quickly, now working behind you to untie your wrists.

“Can I see Ran?” You’re scooped up in his arms, held like a princess as he takes you to his room. A dimly lit part of the house, he sits you on his king size bed as he goes to his walk-in closet. Turning on the light as he scans his wardrobe, grabbing one of his old work shirts before walking out— He leaves the light on, just so he can see the golden tint it leaves on your skin.

He throws the skirt on the bed, watching your hazy eyes look at it with confusion. “Change.”

“No.” You reply back, crossing your arms against your chest.

“I said, change.” He walks closer, voice deepened as he glares at you.

“Fine.” One hand pulls the sleeve from your other arm, dragging your entire arm out before repeating— doing the same thing on the other side before peeling it off of your skin. As you change Sanzu has his back turned towards you, only listening to your shuffles.

How fucked up was he? He can only remember bits of kidnapping you, he must admit— he did a great job, but still. Kidnapping? Really Sanzu? He thinks to himself. He wonders exactly what drug he took because the entire time, he didn’t do anything. After tying you up, he dragged a chair over and stared at you. The entire time, not moving a muscle, watching your chest rise up and down. Fascinated by the simple act of breathing.

He was so fucked.

His body freezes as he hears sniffles coming from you.

“Can’t do it.. Buttons.” Your tears fall into your bare legs— Why did you take off your pants? “Help mister.”

“Where’s your pants?” He sighs as he sees your bare legs, you hum a “I don’t know” between sniffles.

Just what did he give you?

Your panties are on full display as your legs as lightly open, your black lace bra revealing your cleavage— pushed up nicely and together, the white dress shirt wide open, only covering the straps of your bra. A harsh gulp as he stares at your body.

He has restraint.

He has restraint.

A mantra he chants to himself as he sighs, “You can’t do anything without me, can you?” Kneeling between your legs as he works on buttoning the bottom ones first, then working his way up.

“Can do a lot.” A pout, you really don’t understand what’s going on.

“You can’t even button your shirt correctly.” He scoffs as he makes his way up to the last three, which he ultimately decides to leave unbuttoned. You stay quiet for a moment, before looking at the man.

“Can I tell Ran he can’t come over? I don’t want him to be upset when I’m not there.” The final straw, your hazy eyes widened slightly as his hand aggressively puckers your cheeks.

“How many times do I have to say no for you to get it? You’ll never see Ran again.” His hand makes his way to your throat, squeezing it softly but enough to make a hick in your breath, “I don’t even get why you like him.” He growls out, knee in-between your legs as his body moves closer— Slowly causing you to lay on his plush bed. Hand still on your neck as his mouth moves closer to your flesh.

“How many times did you cry for him? Feel like shit because of him? And you still want him back?” He scoffed, “Forget about him.” The mewl you make as his knee pressed against your clothed pearl, causes him to twitch in excitement.

“Here?” A harsher push causes you to let out a breathy noise of pleasure— “Slutty thing..” His face grew hot at the sight of you under him, honestly he never thought about you like this— not until now. He just wanted to call you his, but this, this is something different entirely.

“Let’s see if Ran wants you after I ruin you.” You felt your body grow weak as sleep threatened you. Feeling the man’s lips against your neck, kissing, sucking, and biting against your flesh but never acknowledging it truly. Soft noises of pleasure and pain could be heard from your sleepy lips but never anything more.

His lips kiss up your neck, biting as he goes. Purple bruises can be seen all on the right side of your neck, bite marks with a glistening coat of drool.

“Ran.” You muttered, his grip on your neck tightened at the name that slipped from your lips. He’s happy he left those buttons unclasped— one hand holding your breast while his lips sucked on the flesh that wasn’t covered by the bra.

Your droopy eyes finally closed, ready to sleep off this high. He felt disgusting for touching you like this, but also felt a thrill. He wonders how you will react in the morning, he wonders if you’ll know who he is.

Biting your breast mindlessly he accidentally draws blood, he feels the liquid invade his mouth— It tastes like metal. He licks the blood, addicted to the taste— Moving to your collar bone, right under is where he bites. Just as hard as he did before, drawing more blood.

Licking his lips at the sight of blood leaking down your skin. Licking the leaking blood with his tongue before licking his lips. He leans back, legs on either side of your hips marveling at his work. Neck has a line of indication, where his hand once was. Breasts, neck, and anything not covered by his shirt is covered in love bites, purple and red bruises litter your chest. Bites with blood slowly seeping.

He’ll bandage you up in the morning. Grabbing your by your waist he pulls you in as he lays into the bed— this isn’t the smartest idea, to cuddle with your victim, but he’s high and obsessed with you. He’ll suffer the consequences in the morning, for now, he just wants to feel you next to him.

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[moved2usagiiboo]

Chapter 14

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You couldn’t help but have a smile spread across your face every time you thought back with your conversation with Haru, a soft giggle leaving your mouth every now and again thinking about the joke you had played on him not to long ago. This did not go unnoticed by the man sitting behind you during the lecture. He felt a irk every time he heard the laugh— knowing that it was not because or for him. The lecture couldn’t have went by slower in his opinion, he could feel each second pass by as he stared at your hair rather than listening to the professor. Her voice was more like background noise and you were an amazing film— He was just waiting for his favorite part in anxious anticipation.

Finally, the professor had dismissed the class. He was excited to finally get his hands on you, he tried to fight the child like feeling he felt deep within at the thought of being near you. It was pathetic, at least to him but he loved every second of it.

“Excuse me ladies, I have some other matters to attend to.” He excused himself, pushing away from the table before standing up. His voice caused hairs to stick up on your body, an automatic reaction.

“Matters? You mean that girl, right?” The red head spoke up, Jane. Known for her popularity due to her pretty face and even prettier moans, a foreign exchange student from Paris. The moment she saw Ran she had her eyes set on him, eager to sink her claws into him. Unfortunately, she hasn��t had the chance yet and it’s because of you.

Jane is a viscous woman who lets nothing go, if she saw what you do to him, how you make him feel, act, how your very existence makes him weak. You’d be destroyed. It would be easy for her to do as well, as the daughter of both a senator and a lawyer she has the power to do anything she wanted. Thankfully, she is still a woman and no match for Ran’s charm.

You froze in place holding your head down, you prayed she wasn’t talking about you but all the signs were there.

He feels slightly angered at the fact that she even brought you up in the first place, especially around everyone. He’s not embarrassed of you, no— that’s not it. But he’d be an idiot to say that he didn’t know what would happen if these girls knew about his slight obsession over you.

Yes, he has come to terms that he is somewhat obsessed. When his mind travels to you any and every chance it gets, it’s difficult to think otherwise. Especially after seeing how you smiled and laughed at someone else’s text. It’s not an easy thing to do, being infatuated with you. He can’t go too fast for fear of scaring you away and can’t go too slow because he refused to let anyone take you away.

However, he can make you feel the same way he did not to long ago.

“Of course not.” He sighs, two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, “My boss has been on my ass recently and I have to make it up to him.” He walks over to where Jane sits, on top of a desk with her legs crossed. “You wouldn’t want me to get in trouble with my boss? Would you?” His finger travels the length of her jaw to her chin, lifting her face to him. “Hm?” He softly tilts his head. He can feel the look of rage and envy by the other women there but they stayed quiet.

Her arms snaked around his waist before gripping his ass as she bit her lip. An annoyed groan left his mouth as he stared at her with darkened eyes.

“Of course not Ran-Ran, just feeling a bit neglected~” She purred out. Her eyes glistened with list as she locked eyes with him. Her hands cupped the bottom of his ass in a teasing matter before glaring at you who was shamelessly watching the whole thing.

“Needy thing aren’t you?” He cupped her face whispering these sultry words.

You hated this. You didn’t know why but you did. He watched from the corner of his eye as you excused yourself from the classroom, not before thanking your professor for a great lecture. Shooting a polite smile that had him weak in the knees, although it wasn’t for him.

You decided to clear your head, ignore what happened and ignore this pit in your stomach. You’ll focus on studying, as you planned initially. There’s no reason to be upset, it’s not like he’s yours.

You made your way to the library, hoping to find a seat far away from everyone else. A small little corner where you can make your own world. A place for peace. At least that was your plan, unfortunately you couldn’t help but think about Ran.

It’s been a exactly one month since you’ve met the eldest brother and your relationship still goes undefined. Not strangers, you’ve passed that phase, not lovers and yet he kisses you as if you were, and surely not friends because you know nothing about him. Therefore, it goes undefined, unable to fit anywhere yet everywhere. All of it was a headache, truly. As the days went by you and Ran slowly but surely became closer, despite you both knowing it wasn’t the smartest thing to do; there was a hunger between the two of you. An insatiable want, need, desire, to be in each other’s presence. He had this aura to him that you desperately craved, perhaps you longed for companionship for so long you begun to latch to the first thing that showed you attention. Possibly he had this magnetic pull that always kept you in his orbit, something about him is sickingly sweet that seems to be laced with honey or drugs that keeps you coming back, like an addiction.

Granted, the two of you mostly text and you prefer that. You don’t wish to be seen in public with him, especially not at your college campus. Too much of a hassle, considering you would have a target on your head if they saw you with him. To be quite honest, you still haven’t recovered from your latest run in with his admirers, Jane. Miss red head, you finally learned her name on accident during a lecture you both attended. Every-time she sees you its as if she’s shooting daggers into your heart with her eyes, you try your best not to have any run-ins with her, especially when Ran is present. Much like earlier.

Has she no shame? Groping on him like that? As if he’s some sort of cheap whore, it shouldn’t make you upset but it does. Does he let everyone touch him like that?

How you hoped to be at peace but your thoughts were violating and distracting, as you were lost in thought you don’t remember when Ran appeared. He had found you holed up in the deepest corner of the library, obnoxiously dragged a chair creating all the noise he possibly could before sitting next to you. Disturbing your peace. You hadn’t notice him until you began to feel a finger poking your cheek as you were deep in thought. You tried to brush him off, still upset about earlier but if you acted to harshly then he would know you were upset.

He rested his head on his hand with crossed legs as he poked the cheek closest to him continuously, repetitively over and over again without fail. Never speaking a word, just poking.

“If you touch me again, I’ll break your finger.” You growled out, eyes never leaving your book for dear you would lose where you left off and would have to start again.

“You really need to do something about your anger issues.” He poked you once more, he’s playing with fire. Your hand swiftly grabbed one of his braids and yanked it down causing his head to jerk downwards, his yelp could be heard throughout the library as he whined in pain.

“Only issue I have is with you. Don’t you have something better to do? Possibly, oh, I don’t know— study? I never see you do that and yet you aren’t failing any classes.” It was true, despite never having his head inside a book he was acing all his classes with minimum effort.

“I’m just naturally smart.” He said with a smirk, arrogant confidence filled his ton as if he was mocking you for studying.

“Or you just have money and— a lot of it.” You retorted, which wouldn’t be a lie. He was stinking rich, not as if he flamboyantly displaced his money around for the world to see but there were signs. The small accents he would wear, whether it be an earring or a watch. They would always be high brand items.

“You aren’t suggesting that I pay my way to good grades, are you sweetheart?” He cocked his eyebrow at your accusation, his finger trailed lightly on your jaw before reaching the bottom of your chin, “That’s cheating, no? And if anything, I am ethical.” His voice has changed, the same voice he uses whenever he decides to do something weird. Much like now. The more you hang around him the more you get used to it, though you can’t ignore the quicken pace of your heart. A natural reaction to being stimulated, you can at least ignore it to some extent.

With a slap of his hand, you turn back to your book, “Have some decency, we’re in public.” You huffed out using your finger to drag across a paragraph in your book trying to find where you last left off.

“So, you want to get me alone?” You could hear the smirk in his tone as he tried to push your buttons, he just wanted a reaction. “By the way, why are we here? Tad boring don’t you think?” He quickly gets off topic as he notices the library practically empty with the exception of workers and a few students holed away in their own corners.

“I’m here because I need to study, you’re here because you are hiding from your fan girls.” You quickly explain, your eyes gleam with happiness as you find the part you last read, eager to continue.

“Im here because of you~” He whined laying his chest and arms flat onto the table, his head in between both of his stretched arms. When he saw you ignored his response his elbow presses into the table as he rests his head on his open palm.

“Dove, who were you texting today?” His voice wasn’t normal, not the teasing voice you knew but dark and unpredictable. It made your throat run dry as he glared you down.

“W-What does it matter?” You try your best to ignore his icy stare but it’s hard when it’s the only thing you can feel. Feel. His free hand draws circles on your knee, slowly dragging up to your thigh.

“Its not proper to answer a question with a question.” His finger travels upwards, his eyes wait to see you tremble yet it never comes. He licks his lips eager to break you down.

“It’s none of your business—” A tight squeeze comes to the plush of your thigh causing you to wince the last part of your sentence out.

“Answer me properly.” His icy tips make their way up under your shirt as his eyes feign a bored look. “Is it a boy? Is that why you refuse to tell me? Hm?” A squeeze to your waist causes you to buck your hips gently before he makes his way to the button of your pants.

If you weren’t so upset you might have enjoyed this, might. You slap his hand away with an anger spread across your face. You stand up, grabbing your backpack and walking away without saying a word. Just a simple glare.

A challenge.

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Ran pisses me off but I'm slowly starting to fall in love with him.

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