𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 [ 𝙍𝘼𝙉 𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙄 ]

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⚠️TW⚠️ SEXUAL CONTENT

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You can come in now .

She put her phone away and just waited , a minute later , the door of her bedroom opened , and Ran walked in with his comfy black pants and a warm purple sweater , closing the door behind him .

He turned around to look at y/n , she was sitting in her bed , fidgeting with her fingers, her cute yet sexy night gown made him gulp for a second, but then he remembered this wasn't the time to think about how hot she was , he was here to comfort her and be by her side to make her feel better about what happened.

After all, he witnessed it all in front of his eyes , thank god he was able to free himself before anything serious happens , but still that must have left some kind of impact on her .

He sat next to her on the bed « are you okay?»

She stayed silent for a minute then she shook her head «i can .. still feel his hands on my body , it's disgusting »

He sighed putting his hand up , making contact with her chin , putting her head up a little , his eyes meeting hers , his eyes held this look , it was comfortable to look at  «he got what he deserved, that bastard is now dead , he got his punishment for touching you »

She nodded a little and spoke «but still , i want to forget it , i want to forget all if it ..» she pulled his hand away from her chin and held it in her hand , she seemed hesitated it at first , holding his hand not knowing what do .

But then she got herself together and looked down at his hand , putting it on her thigh . If this way is gonna make her forget that pig's touch , then she'll gladly do it .

She looked up at him again , his eyes were widened , his lips parted a little bit , shocked from what was happening right now , it was just a small gesture yet it meant a lot , and he knew exactly what she meant.

«make me forget it , Ran»

She felt like her skin was on fire when he moved his fingers a little bit on her thigh . Ran understood that she needed to forget just a little..

Y/n was done debating if this was a good idea or not. Something was tearing down her inhibitions one by one and she didn't care anymore. All she smelled was his scent.. All she could feel was the overwhelming desire to forget that traumatizing experience with someone who witnessed that ,who understood that.

It was as if his body knew.. Responding as she moved to almost sit on his lap . His hands immediately moved up her spine, finally connecting her lips with his in a soft kiss.

She could feel his hesitancy, his desire to hold back , he knew that she just wanted something to cope , and he was fighting his brain to do it , he wanted her so bad , but his brain kept telling him that she was just using him to forget . He was conflicted.