So are you just livestock to him? You couldn't tell. You were unfocused and your attention goes everywhere. You were frustrated and confused. What are you to him? A livestock? A friend? A- a lover? It's embarrassing just thinking about it so you put that thought away.
Your day job ended faster than you think, it felt short and it felt like nothing has happened. You quickly put on a coat over your clothes and walked out of the cafe just to bump into something...
Or rather, someone.
"Eh? Maid-chan? You came to see me?"
Your body froze.
"Hmm, why don't we walk to school together? Maybe we can stop by somewhere and have some fun?"
"Please, just- leave me alone."
"Aah, how cruel, after what we went through you're still going to deny my feelings?"
"Go away!" You said, pushing him away. "I don't want to see you I don't want to have anything to do with you! Fuck off!" You said running away from the red haired man.
Suddenly, he was in front of you. On his face, a frown. He dragged you to an alley and pinned your hands to the wall behind you.
"Well, Maid-chan, I've tried being nice with you, but maybe I'll have to use force again this time huh?" He said, putting his mouth on your neck, teasingly biting it.
Your tears started flowing and they won't stop. No, not again. You cried, you begged him to stop but instead, he lifted up one of your leg and put his hips on yours.
"Mm, doesn't it feel nice?"
You were powerless
"Don't you feel that were connected? Meant to be?"
He let go of your hands and you try to push him away, instead, he bit you. You screamed in pain, you screamed help, to no reply.
"Hmm? That's no good, Maid-chan, no one can hear you. Scream louder," he whispered as he undid your underwear and unzipped his pants. He forced himself upon you and you screamed, you struggled, you bit him, all to no avail. In fact, it made him more excited. He moaned and sighed to your ear which brought a dilemma to your body. Your body was responding to his, no matter how hard you try not to. You could hear the shlick and drip each time he pulls out, just to force himself in again. He was not gentle, he was rough and it was painful but pleasurable? It made you cry even more, thinking about how even your body is betraying you. Then suddenly, something tackled him off you. Weak kneed, you fall to the ground, bodily fluids like tears, sweat, saliva and blood all over you. You looked up towards Laito. There was something, no, someone over him, beating him up, shouting at him. He had white hair and wears black. That voice... Subaru?
Laito scrambled away and ran off. Subaru turned around. He came closer to you and you begged him not to come closer. You screamed at him and Defensively put your arms in front of you. He kneeled down in front of you, and reached for your hands, gently he moved, as if trying not to scare an injured animal. He held your hands and you gasped.
"It's okay, you're safe now." He whispered.
He pulled you into his embrace and you let out sobs you didn't know you were holding.
"Shh, its okay now, he won't bother you anymore."
You latched on to him.
"Now, let me clean you up," he said, carrying you back to your flat.---
He gently laid you down on your bed, your hands still grabbing his shirt, as if inviting him to come with you. He climbed on to the bed as well, soon being on top of you. Your breath quickened in anxiety but he leaned down and planted kisses on your forehead, gently, lovingly, different from his usual angry composure.
He left trailing kisses on you and cleaned away the parts Laito had touched with his gentle licks. He took his mouth top to bottom. He took his time, made his way down to between you legs. Your body tensed in memory of Laito but he noticed this. He sat up and gently before bending down again and whispering to your ear that you're safe with him, that everything will be alright, that you're not dirty nor tainted. That the things that happened were not you fault. His fingers gently caressed your flower as its nectar slowly dripped into his fingers. He inserted a finger, gently, into you and you moaned softly at his touch. One finger then another, there were two inside you. He moved his hand gently and you curled tour arms around his neck, holding him close. His breathing is hitched and yours faster by every moment. He gently nibbled on your collarbone before moving up to your shoulders and then neck, leaving trails of sweat and saliva as well as kisses and lovebites. He gently bit your neck and you moaned louder, begging him not to stop. He raised his head to look at you, and he asked,
"Are you sure this is alright?" There was gentleness in his eyes and concern in his voice but you told him, you were glad it was him this time. He continued, pressing his lips to yours and yours to his. Your hand moved from his neck to the button of his pants and he let out a growl that heightened your senses. Your hand reached for him, stroking it with love and lust and everything in between. He moaned out your name, held you close and gently inserted himself into you. He was gentle, he always was, you knew that he may be rough and harsh and broken outside, but he was gentle with you and he was right now. His movements were fluid, pleasurable, and you screamed out his name not to make him stop, but to ask for more. You called out his name and moaned not because of pain.
When the two of your were finished, the night had came and school is around the edge. The two of you put on your clothes. You in your uniform and him, still on casual clothes. You asked him if it was fine, he said he didn't care.
Finally you had the courage to ask him.
"What am I to you?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't know"
"I don't know either."
"Oh,"
"Well, what do you want us to be?"
"Do you want to give it a shot?"
"Give what a shot?"
"I dont know, love?" His face flustered
You chuckled.
"Let's just go, were going to be late."
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FanfictionSubaru X Reader (main), Laito X Reader (Explicit) You are an expatriat student living in Japan. You work during day in a cafe and go to school at night in Ryoutei Night Academy in order to support yourself, who have lost your parents at a young age...