Random One Shots/Stories (smut)

In Love with a Prostitute

A/N: This one will be maybe a two or three parter.... I think. Just depends with how this story will go.
Anyways, IF YOU GET UNCOMFORTABLE, don't fucking read the damn shit. Thank you.

SUMMARY: Just a regular guy finds a girl who needs help, a girl he actually remembers from long ago. What will happen when he realises who she is now? (Raura)

Ross' POV

Gosh, I hate clubs. They're too loud and too hot. And it smells like beer and ball sweat. I don't know if you know this, but not a big fan of balls.

So that's why I decided to get the fuck out of there, especially since my friend ditched me to bone this chick with big boobs. That's the only thing I noticed at least. She was shoving them in my face as she flirted with my friend, Mark. (Yes, I'm talking about that Status Update douche. #coss)

I don't even know how you can flirt with someone and practically shove your body to another person. How the fuck? They went off to god knows where. I told him I was outtie and he was perfectly fine with it, so was the chick.... How can people give it up so easily?

Trust me, I'm not a virgin and I go around maybe, but I wouldn't call it 'going around'. I mean I had sex but it was with people I knew, people I went out with multiple of times before actually doing 'it'.

I parked far from the club. Why did I do that? I don't know. It was eerie out tonight.

I looked around. Something seems wrong... I can feel it, and then I heard it. I heard a scream.

Suddenly I was running.  I was running to the scream.

Gosh I was going to the scream! What if this is including the fucking mafia? I'm gonna die. But I still fucking ran to that scream.

It was an alley. Of course it was an alley.  I slowed my pace as I got closer, looking over to see what was happening.

Two guys, one had a hoodie and dark pants, the other had a jeans jacket and denim jeans. Who wears denim on denim? They were crowding over someone.

"You're nothing but a slut. That is all you are good at." The too much denim guy said.

"Better put that talent to good use." The guy next to him said.

"Get away from me." I heard a voice say. It was a girl. I think she was sobbing.

"Shut up bitch!" I heard one of them say, grabbing the girl from the ground and pulling her up. "You don't have a say. We do. We control you."

They shook her around, pushing her back and forth between each other. I had enough. I don't know why I did it, but I went over to them and decided they needed to be talked to. Yeah, that's how it will go down.

"Hey" I said lowly. Yup, tough man. "Let her go."

They turned around, quite surprised to see someone as the denim guy held onto the girl.

"Shut the fuck up and leave!" The hoodie guy said.

"You shouldn't treat her like that." I said. What am I doing? I never did this before. Someone tell me how to do this shit.

"Like the slut she is?" The denim guy laughed, grabbing the girl from her neck and licking up her face. Gahd that is fucking disgusting.

The girl shrieked, trying to pull away. "You're fucking disgusting." The girl said, stepping on the fucker's foot.

I like this girl's fire.

He groaned and said. "I'll deal with you later."

That's not good. They could hurt her. What to do...