Author's Note -

This is my first fan fiction. I hope you guys like it. :)

The usual characters, and pairings.

Also, I love using bold and italic, so you'll see a lot of it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans.

His lips felt like silk gliding across my skin. I bit my lip hard in attempt to suppress the moans itching to emerge. But, I wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

He had his chance.

Five years ago to be exact. We were in eighth grade, and legitimate friends.

I liked him. I liked him so hard. But, those feeling were oh-so one sided.

I wasn't the beauty "Korina Jissett Anders" that, everyone at Gotham High knows me as.

I was "Korina Jissett Anders", the skinny nerd with bright red hair, and a weird accent.

As soon as eight grade finished, my family and I moved to Jump City, California. It was only temporary; for business travel they say, but I never really questioned.

In the middle 12th grade, we finally moved back to Gotham, which I long awaited. It was pleasant making all those who knew me years ago, astonished to see how a couple years did me a great benefit. One of the people who surely noticed was none other than Richard Grayson.

For the couple years I was in Jump, I turned into the "Kori Anders" I am today. Long burgundy hair that cascades down my back, and brushes above my bottom. Naturally tanned skin that radiates in the sunlight, and glowed everywhere else. My body was just how I wanted it, slightly thick in the hips and thighs, with deep curves that stream through me. My accent was still there, and I didn't care; I truly love it. It's my tiny reminder of my tropical home, Tamaran. But, my speech had finally corrected itself after awhile. I was happy with whom I was now, but I never gloated about what I have either; I was just grateful. I knew how it felt to hate yourself because of your flaws, so I never wanted to deliberately put those thoughts in others heads.

Back then, to Richard I was just a friend. But to me, I wanted so much more. Sadly, he had no interest, so I moved on.

Don't get me wrong. Richard Grayson is by far one of the sexiest men I've ever laid eyes upon. His ebony tousled hair that was untamed but alluring. His strong muscular build, that would have all the girls swoon by just one glance. And his eyes. Oh yes, his eyes. The most intriguing shade of cerulean blue. His looks were so unreal and attracting, but his personality…yeah, it lacked…a lot.

He was pompous, shameless, and careless. He was so nonchalant about everything. Not a care in the world, because he didn't need to. Everything he wanted, he got with no hassle or restraint.

And he wants me. He wants me BAD. And, he won't stop until he gets was he wants. He is quite persistent. Somewhat too persistent.

He was a playboy. An obnoxious, stuck-up playboy. All he wanted was one thing. And, once he got that one thing, he had no use for you. He had no concern for a real relationship. All he wanted was one good night, and once he got that, you'd be long gone from his acquaintance and forgotten the next day.

I had no interest in his lifestyle. But that sure as hell didn't stop him from trying.

Luckily, I have a caring and thoughtful boyfriend. So, I wouldn't exactly be trapped in with Richard.

…

But, that's exactly what I was right now. Trapped between Richard and a cold wall.

He had my body pinned to the wall by his. His lips were gliding across my neck, and behind my ears. His warm breath made me shiver from contact. Soon enough, his tongue was softly grazing my skin. Then, he started sucking and biting.

I tried to look as unresponsive as possible to his antics, but it was so hard. My teeth's grip on my lip was so firm; I could taste my blood slowly seeping out as my teeth sunk deeper and deeper into my gums.

Then, he kissed behind my ear, and softly bit it. I was losing control fast. I had to stop this. I shove him off of me and cross my arms across my chest tightly.

I was blushing so hard; it felt like my face would crack.

He looked down at my with his deep blue eyes filled with desire, while he had a sly smirk gracing his face. "I'm wearing you down, baby." he said huskily.

I looked up at him and glared, while taking silent deep breaths to calm my erratic heart beat. "No you're not. I still don't want you. And, your tactics are inappropriate. Who knew you'd stoop so low to sexual harassment, Dick." I spoke irritably.

He flinched slightly to the use of his nickname, but that didn't stop his smirk from growing wider. He leaded down to my ear and whisper, "It's not sexual harassment if you enjoy it, babe." He backed away to look at my reaction.

I was blushing even harder, and I knew he was swelling with pride right now."I'm not enjoying it. But, I would enjoy if you'd fuck off! I have a boyfriend." I growled at him.

He leaned back down to my ear again and whispered huskily, "The only problem with your boyfriend is, he isn't me." He kissed me on the ear, and backed away slightly and said," See you later baby." He backed off fully, winked at me and walked back to class.

I released the breath I was holding in, and relaxed my shoulders.

I left class 5 minutes ago, to get a drink of water. Just a drink of water, but I suppose that was too much to ask for. Richard just so happened to see me walking through the hall, and just HAD to excuse himself from class. Then, he just HAD to sneak up behind me, and start kissing my neck and shoulder ever so sensually. And, just HAD to pin me against the wall to prevent me from escaping, and just HAD to continue his wonderfully-terrible assault on my body!

This problem isn't just gonna go away. Ugh, I hate him so much right now. Every time I try to avoid him, he just magically appears everywhere out of the blue.

And, what's even more sad is, he's in another one of his "one-week" relationships. Some girl named Velena, I suppose. Another pretty girl, with no brains to match. But, when did a relationship ever stop him?

I need to get a strategy. And get it soon. I can't have him continuing this. And, I especially won't give in to him.

If he can fight. So can I...