I'd like to have

Some time with you

My hand, your lips

My head, your grip

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Trigger warnings: anger, prostitution, mentions of abuse, bruises, language, threats, sex

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Shouta Aizawa noticed that something was off the moment he stepped inside the strip club and saw her. He couldn't put his finger on what it was, but she seemed to be wearing more make-up than she usually would and her eyes looked dead and glossed over. The way she was walking seemed off, too, almost as if it was difficult for her, like she was in pain. But maybe he was just imagining that.

She had seen him the moment he had walked in, but her eyes had widened in shock or fear - Shota didn't really know which one it was. And then she had looked away and she turned around and disappeared, as if she was trying to run away from him. Shota wondered if he had done anything...

He decided to go straight to the bar this time and get himself a drink. Maybe he could find out if anything weird was going on if he talked to the girl at the bar. She seemed to be getting along well with Y/N, from what he had seen. Maybe she'd know something. He sighed as he leaned on the counter, watching the girl at the bar cleaning her worktop, before turning to him with a smile.

"How can I help you? You're here for Y/N, aren't you?" she greeted him, as she walked up to him. He smiled and nodded.

"Yes. Is... is she okay? She seemed a little off when I came in..." Shouta said. The girl looked around the room and then turned back to him with a shrug. It seemed like she didn't know either.

"She had a very rough day a while ago. I can get her for you, if you'd like me to..." the bar girl offered.

"No, it's alright, I'll get her myself. Can you get me a whiskey and whatever her favourite drink is?" he wanted to know. The girl smiled appreciatively.

"Of course, Sir. Just wait here, I'll get it done in a second." she said to him and grabbed two glasses. She poured a whiskey into one of the glasses for him and started mixing together a bunch of juices and alcohol in the other glass. Shouta wondered what it was - some sort of cocktail, but which one?

"Here you go. Try to spend some time with her. She's been really down lately and I think you could actually manage to cheer her up." the girl said before putting the two drinks down on the counter and taking his credit card. She disappeared again, before Shouta could ask what it was that had gotten her down. Sure, she had mentioned a rough day, but that could mean anything, couldn't it?

He let his eyes wander over the main area, trying to spot Y/N. She was talking to one of the younger girls, while nervously glancing around the place. It almost seemed like she was nervous about seeing him... but why? Shouta could feel his heart drop at the thought of her getting bored with him somehow.

"Here you go, Sir. Should I book her out for you already?" the girl from the bar asked, as she handed him his credit card back.

"You know what? Yeah. Give me the highest rate." he replied. He really couldn't care less right now, all he cared about was spending time with her. He wanted to know what had happened and why she seemed so nervous. He wanted... he wanted her to feel comfortable around him. He didn't know why he bothered, but... well, he liked her company. And he wanted her to be happy.

"The highest rate? A-are you sure?" the girl behind the bar wanted to know. Shouta just nodded. He had enough cash and he never even spent it on anything. It was just collecting dust, anyway.

"Yeah, I'm absolutely sure. She's not dancing tonight, is she?" Shouta asked. The girl at the bar shook her head and scribbled something down, before looking back up at him and nodding.

"Alright, I've got you booked in. Thanks for your business, Sir." she said. Shouta nodded and took the two drinks from the counter, heading towards the couch Y/N was leaning on. She couldn't see him walking up to her from where she was, so at least she couldn't run away from him.

He approached her slowly, mostly because he enjoyed watching her, as she was leaning over the back of the couch. Her back was arched beautifully and the dim light was throwing intriguing shadows on it. Her hair was done up, but there was a strand of it, falling down, caressing the nape of her neck. How was she so beautiful? No matter what she did, she was beautiful.

"Y/N." he said quietly. She turned around, her eyes widening in shock for a second, before she realized it was him. She smiled at him, but there was some nervousness in her eyes. What had happened to her? Why was she so nervous around him all of a sudden? She stood back up straight.

"S-Shouta... I... What are you doing here?" she asked. Shouta didn't really know what to say or what to do. She was scared for some reason, he could see that, but it didn't help if he had no idea what he was supposed to do about that. And it made him angry. It made him angry that someone had apparently scared her this much. Who the hell had done this to her? What had they done?

"Up to your room. Let's go. I've booked you, highest rate. Now." he just said, his teeth clenched. She seemed very taken aback and seemed to get even more scared. Fuck. That was not what he had planned. Well, he could explain later. He wanted to talk to her on her own.

"O-okay..." she stammered. Shouta handed her the drink without saying anything and waited for her to lead the way. She took it and took a small sip, smiling into the glass, before looking back up at him. Her smile faded and it felt like his heart was shattering into a million pieces. What was wrong with him?

It took her a little while to take the hint, but she then quickly walked ahead of him, leading him upstairs to her room. Shouta was glaring at anyone that even dared look at her, but he knew she was probably scared by how angry he looked. How would she know that he wasn't angry with her after all? He was mentally slapping himself for that already. He knew he was an idiot, but this was a whole new level of idiocy.

They had finally gotten to the top of the stairs and were walking along the hallway silently. There were noises coming from one of the other rooms, and the music was audible in the background and muffled, but those were the only sounds they could hear. Y/N was keeping her head down low and she still seemed to have trouble walking and Shouta couldn't help but wonder whether anyone had beaten her. It would explain a lot of what he had seen this evening.

They stopped in front of her door, while she unlocked her room. Her hands were shaking as she tried to put the key in the lock. Shouta was watching her for a while, before putting his hands on hers and gently taking the key out of her hands. He unlocked the door quickly and waited for her to go inside. She quickly stepped inside and turned on the lights in the room, putting her drink down on the bedside table.

Shouta locked the door behind himself, leaving the key in the door. He looked at Y/N who was kneeling on the bed, her shoes already off. She was looking at him curiously, but she still looked scared. And he wanted to know what was going on under all that makeup. He needed to know.

"Go and wash your face." he said to her. She gave him a confused look, as if no one ever asked for that.

"What?"

"Wash your face. Take off all that ugly makeup. I want to see you." he repeated. Y/N winced a little, as he emphasized the 'you' and quickly got up and walked to the bathroom. Shouta took off his shoes and sighed. He lay down on the bed, his back propped up against the headboard.

He watched how she took a face wipe and started gingerly removing the makeup on her face. It looked like she was in pain when she touched some parts of her face, but she didn't say anything, she just winced sometimes. Shouta got up from the bed and quietly walked up behind her, gently putting his hand on her shoulder, his fingertips barely touching her soft skin.

She turned around quickly, looking up at him with a startled expression, before quickly lowering her head, trying to avoid his eyes. He grabbed her chin softly and forced her to look up at her, so he could see her face. So it was just as he thought - there were dark bruises all over her face. That's why she had the make-up on. That's why she didn't want to look at him at all.

He let his fingers wander carefully over the purple and yellow bruises, gingerly touching them. It made her wince in pain and Shouta hated it. He hated seeing her like this - beaten, scared, bruised, in pain. He scowled, thinking that there was someone who had done this to her. He'd kill whoever it was. He'd fucking kill them.

"I... I'm sorry... I hoped you wouldn't come back until those were healed... I didn't want you to see me like this..." Y/N whispered, her eyes looking glassy, as if she was about to cry. Shouta ran his hand through her hair and pulled her into a tight embrace. She deserved so much better.

"Who did this to you? Who did this to you, baby girl? Tell me and I'm going to kill them. I'll fucking kill them for you." he growled, as he rubbed circles on her back. He couldn't believe anyone was even allowed to just do this to her. Was that why she had been so scared of him when they had first met?

"It doesn't matter... I don't even know his name... Y-you can't... You can't kill him. It won't work... I... I just hope he doesn't come back..." Y/N muttered against his chest. He kissed the top of her head.

"It's not just your face, is it? Come on, Y/N. There's no point hiding it. I can see that you're in absolute pain." he said and bent down to lift her up and carry her to the bed bridal style, before gently setting her down and bending down to carefully take off her high heels. Her feet looked red and swollen, probably from walking around in them for too long. He sat down next to her on the bed.

"Let me see your arms." he said, carefully taking her hand in his and running his fingers along her skin. There were a few bruises that looked like she had been grabbed roughly by someone. Y/N seemed to be frozen in fear when his fingertips started moving up towards her upper arm and finally her neck. Shouta brushed her hair back and gasped when he saw the bruises around her neck.

"Y/N... what happened?" he whispered, carefully running his hand through her hair. She just shook her head, a stray tear rolling down her cheek, which Shouta promptly wiped away. He lay down beside her and pulled her closer to him, holding her tightly against his chest, not even sure what he was trying to do. Comfort her? As if he was any good at comforting anyone.

"He... he paid the highest rate..." was all she said, before burying her face in his chest. Shouta held her close and ran his fingers through her hair, as she cried into his chest silently. He wouldn't have known that she was crying if he hadn't felt her tears soaking his shirt and if it wasn't for her shaking in his arms.

He had no idea how long they were lying there or when she had stopped crying, but after a while she propped herself up on his chest and looked into his eyes. The tears on her cheeks seemed to have dried and she looked at him curiously. Shouta brushed a strand of her hair out of her face and tugged it behind her ear, as she leaned forward and pressed a hungry kiss on his lips.

There was so much desperation in her kiss, it almost made Shouta want to flip them over and devour her, have every last bit of her body and soul for himself. Almost. He would have, if she didn't have all those bruises on her and if she hadn't just been crying in his arms. But it took a lot to hold back.

He kissed her back softly and gently, slowly laying her down on the bed, as he ran his finger tips through her hair, along her cheek and down her chin, feeling the outline of her soft lips under his thumb, as he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, then to her cheek, the tip of her nose, her chin, her jawline and finally her lips again. His fingers trailed down to her neck, as Y/N's eyes widened for a second.

"It's all good. I won't hurt you, Y/N. Relax." he said quietly, as his finger tips danced over the bruises on her neck, before he softly kissed each one of them. Y/N gasped and let out a barely audible sigh.

"Shou... please..." she muttered, her eyes closed. Shouta rested his hand on her shoulder and looked at her. She didn't look scared, but... was she scared? He could imagine she was. Whoever gave her those bruises... beating her probably wasn't the only thing he had done.

"What is it, Y/N? You want me to leave you alone?" he asked. She shook her head and opened her eyes again. She sat up and stripped off the straps of her bodysuit, letting the black material fall down, revealing her breasts and her stomach. She took it off completely, revealing all of her skin, covered in more bruises, one of the most prominent ones at her side.

Shouta gasped when he saw it, his hand moving to softly touch it almost out of reflex. It was a huge and dark bruise and now it made sense to him that Y/N had been wearing that bodysuit today. She tried to hide it from customers. Why the hell was she even forced to work with injuries like that? Damn it.

"No, stay here. I want you to sleep with me. I want you to fuck me, Shouta, please..." she said, her voice shaking. Shouta raised an eyebrow. It seemed like an odd request, considering what had happened to her.

"Are you... are you sure? We don't have to, just because I paid, I-"

"Please, Shouta... Please..." she interrupted him, her eyes looking at him pleadingly. Shouta didn't feel right about this, but... she said she wanted it, right? He just wondered whether she was in her right mind or not... He sighed and leaned down to kiss her, before smiling at her and brushing the hair out of her face once again.

"Tell me, if you want me to stop, baby girl. I don't want to hurt you in any way, okay?" he whispered into her ear, before kissing her earlobe, softly nibbling on it and gently biting into it. He could feel her squirming and writhing beneath him, her body arching against his. He continued kissing down her neck, before looking back at her face, his eyes wandering over her beautiful neck, her breasts rising and falling with every breath she took, the muscles in her arm from dancing every night, the curve of her waist and her hips, the goosebumps spreading over her soft skin.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N..." he said, as he was admiring her body. He really wanted to ravage her, tease her until she begged for him, he wanted to hurt her just to make it all better afterwards... but he knew he had to hold back, especially when she was this fragile. He wasn't even sure whether he should be sleeping with her in the first place. He wasn't sure what to do or why he cared, but... it wasn't fair that she should have to suffer so much. And for what? So she would get killed a few months later?

He kissed a trail down from her neck to her collarbone, feeling the soft skin under his lips, her fingers in his hair, as she arched her back underneath him. He sucked on the skin over her collarbone, until he heard her moan quietly, before he let go and licked over the spot, pressing a small kiss to it.

"Shou... Please... Please stop being so gentle with me..." he heard her muttering. He looked up and raised his eyebrows.

"Are you sure? Really?" he wanted to know. Something seemed off, he knew that much, but he couldn't really say what it was. Y/N nodded.

"Yes. Please. I need you to be rough with me. Please, Shouta." she replied. Something about that flipped a switch in Shouta's head. She wanted him to be rough with her? She wanted to be treated like that? Fuck, he could work with that. He could definitely work with that.

"You want me to be rough with you?" he asked again, as mounted on top of her, stroking her hair again, but with purpose this time - gathering it all together, so he could tug on her hair, if he wanted to.

"Yes, Shouta, please..."

"You want me to hurt you?" he asked, before biting into her earlobe again, not as gentle as before. She moaned quietly.

"Yes..."

"You want me to call you a slut and a whore?" Shouta asked, planting harsh kisses on her neck and carefully biting down where there weren't any bruises. He heard her moaning louder this time.

"Fuck, yes..."

"You want me to fuck you like the little whore you are? Make you all mine? Make you beg for my cock?" he asked, as he wrapped a strand of hair around his hand.

"Yes, Shouta, please... please..." she whimpered, before Shouta shut her up by kissing her roughly and hungrily.