Hi Cutie!! Your Work Makes Me Froth At The Mouth

reader who is flat broke and left to raise your younger brother. you’re pretty and resourceful, so you go on hinge, get guys to take you out on a nice first date dinner to get a free meal for you, and as you’re packing up the to-go box to take home to your brother (what second grader gets filet mignon for breakfast on saturday morning?), you say goodnight and ghost the guy. it’s nothing personal. you choose guys who are kinda sleazy and seem obnoxious so it lessens the guilt of using them. and it’s always a one time thing.

except then you match with a guy named kuroo, and he’s the best date you’ve ever gone on. you don’t ever want the night to end, but as you’re packing up your leftovers for your brother, you know that you’re not out looking for love. you’re only going to continue this little “scheme” of getting free dinners until you get a real job. so when you tell kuroo good night, you promptly unmatch with him and block his number from your phone. it was a good night, honestly. he’s funny and not at all sleazy like you thought he was going to be. too bad you have to ghost him.

the era of you not having to use men for free food might be coming soon!! you have a job lined up and you’ve made it to the final round of interviews; three different rounds of interview panels back to back. when you ace the first two, you’re more than excited to open the door to see who’ll be greeting you last.

your smile almost fades.

sitting in an office with a nice view of the city is kuroo. who, if you get the job, will be your direct manager. and that’s a strong if, because he definitely remembers you ghosting him.

(after all, it’s only been two days since your date. yikes)

Hi!! I saw your posts that you're busy writing reqs, so sorry if this ask is too much now!! Could you write a pt 2 for the tinder match with ushijima? :3 I liked your writing sm and I need more fics with him 😭

❥ tulips and roses | wakatoshi ushijima

part two of this drabble

warnings: timeskip! usjijima, fem! reader, experienced! reader, ushi isnt a virgin and he KNOWS how to fuck now, fingering, cunnilingus, making out, kitche counter sex, protected sex, ushi is so serious i adore him, lewd language, size kink but only if u squint

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 1.2k

a/n: hopefully i did this big guy justice. i wrote this when i literally just woke up lol

got a request? my asks are open!

“Fuck!” echoed through your apartment, your hands bunching up Ushijima’’s chartreuse hair in little clumps as he lifted you onto your kitchen counter with no struggle at all, his large and calloused hands squeezing the fat of your hips. You giggled as his meadow eyes stared at you with such a longing desire, a desire for more of your guidance. “You really missed me, huh?”

“You have absolutely no idea,” he groaned, melding his lips with yours in a frenzied kiss. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer to yourself. His teeth bit down onto the pout of your bottom lip, rolling it between the pearly whites. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you since that night,” he broke the kiss, aiming to pepper your neck with delicate nibbles instead. “About what you did to me.”

“You mean how I took your virginity?” you giggled, tilting your head to the side so he could suckle on your delicate skin. “I gotta admit, it was one of my better hookups.”

Ushijima chuckled into your neck, his hand wandering upwards to grope your breasts through the thinness of your white tank top. “I’m glad I could make you feel that way. You were…” he pulled his lips away from your neck, staring longingly into your eyes. “Spectacular.”

“I’m flattered,” you purred, trailing your hands across his shoulder, your fingertips dancing along the toned muscles. “So, what did you have in mind today? Since you’ve been craving me so much, ‘Toshi.”

He groaned as his given name fell from your lips, his thumb pulling down your soaked panties with ease. If he knew you had only slept in a tank top and panties, he would have offered for you to spend several nights in his penthouse. “You’re dripping for me,” he sighed at the sight, sliding the rough pads of his fingers up and down your glistening heat. 

“When did you learn to talk so dirty? Had any other encounters since last week?” you moaned softly, your face contorting in pleasure as he carefully inserted his index and middle finger inside of your cunt.

“No, it’s just been you,” his nose brushed against your clit, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you. “But I’ve seen videos. I’ve done research.” he curled his fingers inside of you, your hands clenching onto the granite countertops. 

“Shit,” you whimpered, spreading your legs further apart for him, your glistening heat fully on display. “I-it’s paying off, your fingers are amazing, ‘Toshi.”

“I wonder if my tongue will be amazing as well?” he offered you the ghost of a smirk, gently kissing your soaked folds while his fingers continued their ministrations inside your core. He flattened his tongue, sliding the muscle up and down until he had a taste of your slick. You squirmed above him, the slow and sensual pace driving you mad. 

Ushijima practically made out with your pussy, his tongue swirling around your throbbing clit as he felt your gummy walls contract around his fingers. This meant you were close. He was sure of it. He pulled his fingers away, his mouth leaving your clit.

“Why’d you stop? I was so close!” you whined, blowing your hair out of your face. Ushijima didn’t respond, only taking off his pants and boxers. A condom rested between his soaked fingers, the metallic packaging shining in the moonlight of your kitchen. 

“Because I want you to cum on my cock,” he plainly stated, kissing you briefly. He easily ripped the foil with his teeth, sliding on the latex. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel the night you took my virginity.” his hands pried your legs apart even further, the tip of his cock teasing your soaked entrance.

“Don’t be a fucking tease, ‘Toshi,” you muttered, arching your back forward. “Fuck me already, please.”

“So demanding,” he whispered against your ear, snapping his hips against yours. His massive cock filled you up instantly, the sensation still being incredibly foreign to you. You choked out a sob, your hands choosing to find purchase on his sturdy shoulder blades instead of the kitchen counter. “That’s what I like about you, darling,” he thrust into you again, this time a bit sharper. “You take what you want,” another thrust. “When you want it,”

“Fuck, ‘Toshi! T-too big!” you cried, your legs wrapped around his waist once more for support as he pounded into you, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass filling the room. Every thrust was calculated. He knew exactly how to make you scream his name. He was a prodigy at everything he did, after all. 

“You can take it. I know you can,” he kissed your neck, grasping onto your hips as he fucked into you, adoring the sensation of your gummy walls squeezing around him. “So fucking tight for me, hm? Tell me, darling,” he bit down harshly on your neck for a moment, sucking on the skin. “Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?”

You nodded in agreement, letting out a cry of both pain and pleasure as the head of his massive cock finally hit your G-spot. “Y-yes, ‘Toshi! Missed your touch, fuck!”

“I missed you as well. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you wanted me,” he apologized, gently kissing the blooming bruise on your jugular. “You’re fucking squeezing me. Are you close? Use your words, darling.”

“Mhm!” was all you could choke out, pleasure causing your brain to grow fuzzy. He fucked you like a man gone wild, but yet he was simultaneously so calculated with his movements. “M’gonna cum!”

“Then cum, darling. Don’t hold back now,” he ordered, his cock twitching inside of you.

Your world disintegrated around you as your orgasm finally came, your slick coating the latex that encased his cock. “‘Toshi!” you cried, clawing desperately at his shoulders as he fucked you through your high. He did not relent after your orgasm stopped, instead choosing to chase his own nirvana. His thrusts became sloppy and uncoordinated, the thought of his release consuming his mind.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” his deep voice rumbled, his lips finding themselves on yours once more. His tongue pried your mouth open, exploring it once more as his seed filled the condom. His thrusts slowed down until they came to a halt, his cock resting snugly inside of your heat. 

“Was that good enough for you?” he asked, pulling away from the kiss. He pecked your forehead, sliding the condom off of his length and disposing of it in the kitchen trash. 

You nodded, giggling slightly. “Yeah, it was. You’ve really improved since we first met.”

“I aim to improve all aspects of my life, including how to fuck,” Ushijima offered you a small smile, a rare sight indeed. “I don’t think I’ll need any other women, though,” he placed a hand on your shoulder. “I have only eyes for you.”

He took a deep breath and pecked your cheek again, the faintest shade of pink ghosting his cheeks. “Would you like to come to one of my games sometime? I can assure you that we will win.”

You chuckled and cupped his cheek. “I’d very much like that.”

Reader sees Dabi in an alley by accident and tries to get away quietly but Dabi sees her and brings her into the alley. He has her up the wall with a hand firmly around her neck but not chocking her but enough to threaten her. He asks for her personal info and takes pictures of her for reference just in case anything happens. And he looks at her more closely and he's like wow she's always more pretty. So he thinks for a bit and makes a deal you get out in one piece if you let me fuck you. The reader already knew he was giving her a false sense of choice so she agrees. Dabi likes her submissiveness so he gave her the choice of the location to fuck. And while she is thinking Dabi is already so handsy with her. Kissing her neck and running his hands up and down her body. He's like 'if you don't pick quick im fucking you here in the alley'. And she eventually picks a love hotel not too far from them. Once they were done fucking it's the next morning and Dabi is gone but she checks her phone messages and there's a lot of photos and videos of them together in different positions and a note at the end

See you next time Doll~

💙Dabi

(the blackmail really gets me fr😭)

TW: DUBCON, blackmail, noncon pictures and video taking, a hint of coercion. Work was always so boring, you wanted something fun. There was nothing fun about serving drunk men alcohol as they thanked you with raunchy comments. Trying to grope you while you were just doing your job. Complaining about their "bitch wife" in a drunken slur then passing out. The money was good though.. and your co-workers weren't awful. But that really didn't mean anything in the end.

It was too much, you just needed a cigarette and then you could finish your shift then go home and sleep the rest of the night away. It was warm outside, pretty too. Sky full of different shades of blue, no clouds in sight. It was quiet surprisingly, considering you weren't in the best part of town. The attacks from the League of Villains ramping up by tenfold, charred bodies appearing in multitudes. Consumed by beautiful azul flames licking away at ash. Some were lucky though, if you could even call it that, some people were burned so bad they were disfigured, leaving ugly third degree burns on their face and arms. Hopefully they weren't in this part of the city yet.

But then again, the heros were on their ass.. so it's possible. Leaning your head back against the wall, you sigh out, closing your eyes for a couple seconds before you hear footsteps. Your eyes snap open as your head snaps to the sound. There's a man in a black tattered coat, he looks exhausted. Purple burnt skin attached to healthy skin by staples. Tattered clothes with mangy boots.

Holy shit, it can't be... they shouldn't be in this part of the city, not this soon anyway. You have too get out, now. You try to be quiet, you really do, but you can't be quiet wearing heels. You mistook a step, catching the eye of the assailant. His piercing blue eyes shoot up towards you, a sick grin crawling up on his lips. As he walks closer, stumbling back you trip over your heels. He chuckles at you, grabbing your arms too lift you up, "easy there doll, what's your problem, hm? You scared?" You swallow down the dry air, shaking your head at him as you try to shake off his grip. But his hold on you just tightens, reminds you of a boa constrictor, trying too keep his prey at bay.

He presses you into the wall with an-unassuming amount of strength, pressing into you as he leans down towards your ear. "Where you goin, doll? I'm not gonna hurt you... if you comply that is." Squeezing your eyes shut, you nod into his chest, trying too control your breathing. You inhale deeply before stuttering out a response. "What did you, uh.. what did you want from me..?" There's a sniffle between your words.

"Mmm, yeah, need something real bad baby, think you can help me, hm?" You swallow down your spit, hesitantly nodding at him. "I- uh... I think, what did you need Sir.." He chuckles at that, running his nose up and down your cheek, inhaling deeply into your hair. "Sir, huh? You into that dolly?" You feel your fingers twitch against his tattered coat as you shake your head at him.

"N-no.. I just- I don't know your name..so," he leans back at that. Eyeing you up and down he grins, "that's cute baby, you really don't know who I am? That makes me a little sad honestly, but it's Dabi... I like Sir much better though, what do you think?" You swallow again, your right hand rubbing up and down your left arm, as your eyes look to the side. Rolling his eyes, he grabs your chin and makes you look at him. "Nah ah, don't look away from me, I'm not done talking to you bitch." Licking your lips, you swallow before looking up at him again. "There you go, you gonna behave for? Gonna help me with my... big problem babydoll, hm? Say, "Yes Sir." Your left hand twitches before you nod up at him, "Yes Sir, i'll help you with your... big problem." He hums at you before tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and smirking at you. "I knew you would, you're so good, huh? Gonna let you pick the location cause' you're being so sweet for me... go 'head." You sniffle before licking your lips and nodding again. He hums, rubbing his thumb over your cheek and pulling down your bottom lip. "I wanna... can we go to the love hotel.. it's only a couple blocks away.. I want my first time to be.. a little special." He grins, pulling you towards his side with an arm wrapped around you. "Ahh, little slut's a virgin, wouldn't 've guessed." You try to shuffle away at that but he just tightens his hold around you. "C'mon baby, I was just joking, I'll behave from now on, promise," he snickers. It take's a minute to get there, with Dabi trying to get there as quickly as possible... his problem continuously growing as you walk with him. The hotel is pretty run down, smelling of weed and sex. The painting is peeling from the walls as women and men alike are staggering around and theirs people making out just outside the hotel, grinding and sliding their hands down the others clothes. "This is where you wanted your special moment?" He raises an eyebrow at you as he throws a wad of bills on the check-in desk. You huff at him, "it's better then some sleazy alleyway, surrounded by heroin needles." You retort, grabbing the key from him and walking to the room. He follows closely behind not failing to be as touchy as possible while you open the door. He ushers you into the room as he pins you against the wall and getting to work marking up your neck.

You try to slow your heart rate as your hands ball in his shirt, with a hiss he grinds his cock into your thigh. Nipping at your collar bone and running his tongue over your jugular as he nuzzles his nose into your neck. You tilt your head back, giving him more access as you run your hands up his shirt. He chuckles into your neck, pulling your shirt over your head and sucking your nipples through your bra. He laughs against your chest when you let out a choked whimper, clawing at his stomach. He huffs before snapping your bra from the back and sucking nipple and playing with the other, pinching it and leaving hickeys between your tits. He grabs you by your hair, pulling you towards the bed and throwing on it face first. Your breasts flat against the rough-feeling mattress, as you try to get up, he pushes you back against it, a hand holding pressed into the curve of your lower back. "Nah ah, fucking stay.. don't need you IDing me now princess." You breathe out softly and nod into the sheets, your body relaxing against the bed while he pulls your pants and panties down, letting them fall to your ankles. You hear him groan from behind you, he runs a warm hand over your ass before slapping it a couple times and chucking when you squeeze your legs shut. "Dirty little bitch, you want it real bad, yeah? Yeah you fuckin' do, say please and I might fuck you with the tip bitch." You whine into the sheets, salty tears leaking down your cheeks and staining the sheets. He chuckles, taking a hand and pushing your head down into the mattress as his other hand unzips and takes off his pants, his boxers being pulled down in the process, he spreads your pussylips apart before leaning down and spitting on your clit, before fucking his tip into your cunt and groaning when he feels you tighten around him. Your pussy feels so good, warm and tight, just how he likes it. He fucks into you harder, using a hand to stabilize himself next to your head as he fucks into you harder. He's so big, you can feel him in your stomach, it hurts a little, stretching so wide to accommodate him as he growls in your ear. You're so deep into it, your head so fogged up that you don't hear the camera shutters or feel him spread you wide as he films the two of you locked together. He fucks you good, you'll give him that, you don't remember passing out as he fucked into you, waking up to your familiar ringtone of your phone as you sit up, breasts spilling over the blanket as you lean towards the bedside table... 'Dabi' left you a text, "I had a fun night doll, I know you did too.. or else you wouldn't 've passed out on my cock, It was good wasn't it, I know it was, don't worry you can tell me in person when I come see you again. You're the best pussy I've had in a while if I'm being honest. Pretty wet pussy too, It's like a hug for my dick, if you will lol. Also, don't even think about trying to get away .. unless you want these getting leaked to your boss and family pretty baby." A couple seconds later six pictures and four videos pop up. Now it all makes sense... he wasn't worried about being Ided, you had already seen his face, plue he gave you his name... you're screwed literally.

need me a thick bitch with the jiggliest tiddies and plushest ass who gets doted on by the LOV, come on now—

Tomura Shigaraki who is astounded by allat movement, it stops the war immediately.

Best Friend’s Brother

Sanemi x Fem! Reader + Genya

Warnings: Mentions of eating & Food

NSFW Warnings: manipulation, rough sex, cunnilingus, blow jobs, unprotected sex, picture and video taking, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, slapping, tit fucking, shower sex, no preparation, cream pies, ‘face painting’, sending nudes without consent

A/N: I enjoyed writing this one a lot lol. I’m also happy that it’s one of my longer works! Also the way the paragraphs get progressively longer is killing me LMAOO

Word count: 12.3k

“I’m talking to you!” Genya was beginning to lose his patience with you. Your nose was practically pressed to the glass of his window as you watched his big brother work out in the backyard. “Go ahead, ‘m listening.” He rolled his eyes, watching the way your breath fogged the glass.

“No the fuck you aren’t!” He tossed a pillow at you, trying not to laugh as you let out a yelp of surprise. Your face nearly knocked into the glass, “C’mon Genya!” You wailed in frustration as you turned to face him. “Don’t c’mon me! I invited you over to hang out and you’re fucking drooling over my big brother! That’s! Gross!”

“Okay okay! Fine I’m sorry. Tell me what you were saying, I’ll listen this time.” You threw yourself down on Genya’s bed, head tilting back to look at him. He looked away for a second, slightly embarrassed that he had made such a big ordeal over your attention. “What movie do you want to watch, that’s what I was asking you.”

“A movie? It’s such a nice day Genya! Why don’t we go swimming or something? Maybe even invite over Tanjiro and the others.” Genya sighed, eyes trailing over to the sunny summer day that was sitting beyond his bedroom walls. “You know ‘Nemi can’t stand them, hell he barely tolerates you.” You made a noise of shock, as if it was news that Shinazugawa Sanemi couldn’t stand people.

“Oh give it a break. You just want to go swimming so you can drool over him at a close distance.” Genya was by no means oblivious to your crush, he even tried to crack jokes about it despite it making him wildly uncomfortable. “So not true Genya! I’m already wearing a swimsuit, I figured you invited me over to use the pool!”

“You know what, fine. Let’s go swimming.” You leapt off the bed, cheering as he stood. “I’ll wait for you in the kitchen!” With that you disappeared from his room, leaving the younger Shinazugawa brother to try and calm his racing heart. Maybe moving in with his big brother wasn’t the brightest idea when he had a friend like you.

You on the other hand couldn’t be more pleased with his choice. You were slightly heartbroken when you learned the eldest of the Shinazugawa children had bought his own home — albeit very impressed. A few months later he offered Genya to move in with him so he could be closer to campus. That opened up the world of opportunity for you to admire the man from a distance.

Though, the man never really paid you any mind. You were luckier than the others though, he actually somewhat tolerated your nearly constant presence in his home. You peaked through the glass doors that lead to the backyard. Even at your distance you could see the sweat making his skin glisten. “Fuck…” you were shamelessly swooning.

“You ready?” You jumped, turning to see Genya in swim trunks and white shirt. Two towels slung over his shoulder and sunscreen on the other hand. “Yeah!” You pulled at the door handle, sliding the door open and stepping into the hot day. “Yuck.” Your skin was already beginning to feel sticky from the heat. “You wanted to go outside instead of staying in the air conditioning.”

“Oh shush it will be fine when we get in the water.” You began the walk across the large yard towards the in ground pool, you still couldn’t get over the sheer luxury this house held. You glanced over at Sanemi, he was only about twenty feet from the pool’s edge. Headphones sat on his head, the music so loud you could hear it from here.

“Stop it.” Once again you stiffened as Genya called you out. “Genya!” You hissed, head whipping to look at him. “Don’t prove me right by coming out here.” A smile was tugging at his lips anyways. “Fine, fine!” You couldn’t help but begin to laugh as well, eyes lingering only a second longer as the man continued his push-ups.

Genya got himself comfortable on one of the lounge chairs, dropping both towels onto the other. “Aren’t you going to get in?” You’re reaching for the sunscreen, applying some to your face. “I will when I get hot enough, I’m sure that water is still freezing despite the temperature out here.” You shrugged, handing him the bottle once more so you could begin undressing.

You went for your shirt first, tugging it upwards. As your arms raise, Genya finds himself turning red. He didn’t think the bathing suit you were talking about would be that revealing. A simple bikini, two triangles covering your breasts. He swallowed thickly, forcing himself to look away as you got the shirt off. Unknown to him, that caught Sanemi’s attention.

Eyes flicking upwards towards the pool at the sight of your arms raising. He observed for only a moment, looking away before you or Genya caught his smirk. “You sure look hot enough now Gen, you’re all red.” You were absolutely oblivious, undoing the button on your jean shorts. “Yeah maybe you’re right…” he nearly lost his mind as you pulled your shorts off.

Genya wasn’t one to show off skin, unlike his brother. So it actually surprised you a bit when the shirt was being pulled over his head as he made a running leap into the pool. That fully caught Sanemi’s attention now, laughter bubbling out of him at the sight. “What the hell!” You were shocked, shorts pooled at your feet as Genya resurfaced.

“I-I was hot.” He was pushing his hair back, relieved the water wasn’t as cold as he feared. “The fuck was that Genya?” You nearly jumped out of your skin as Sanemi’s voice reached you. Your head turned, swallowing thickly as you took him in. He was standing,headphones around his neck, music blaring loud and clear. You wondered how he wasn’t deaf.

You blinked, beads of sweat were slowly dripping down his torso, nothing but a pair of basketball shorts clung to his hips. His chest was heaving slightly, scars littering his skin. That was the most unique thing about both Shinazugawa brothers. A childhood accident left them covered in scars, especially along their faces.

Genya’s scar stretched from his ear all the way to a little after his nose. Sanemi on the other hand had four distinct scars on his face. Three reside on his forehead, the other stretched from his ear to past his nose similar to Genya’s. Sanemi continued to do reckless things with his life, leaving even more scars along his body. You overheard him once saying he was proud of them.

“Like I said, I was hot!” He called back, face turning red again as he caught sight of your fully exposed legs and barely covered ass. “What the fuck is that bathing suit, y/n?” He didn’t intend to ask the question out loud, but it was really just a couple of strings. “Oh! Do you not like it?” You twirled around, head looking downwards as you tried to get an idea of how you looked.

“It-it looks fine! J-just get in the pool!” What he really wanted to say was that you looked fucking sinful, not an ounce of your body left for the Imagination. But that’s not really a best friend thing to say. “I think I’ll run and jump like you did.” You took a few steps back, laughing at the horror passing over his features. “Ready?” Clearly he wasn’t but he couldn’t get the words out fast enough.

Two seconds later you were cannonballing into the pool, spraying him with water. You surfaced again a second later, regretting getting your hair wet just a bit. “It’s not even cold!” You turned to him, laughing as he pushed his hair out of his face for a second time. “Yeah, it’s not.” You began splashing the water around, legs kicking for a moment before you settled on your back.

You felt fully relaxed, body floating easily against the water’s surface. Genya on the other hand was beginning to feel suffocated, water clung and glistened all of your dips and curves. “Fucking help me someone…” he muttered under his breath, thankful your ears were below the water. Your eyes opened a second later when a shadow hovered over you.

You nearly sank as you made direct eye contact with Sanemi. As you straightened, you realized Genya was talking to him. “Are you going to stand there or join us?” Sanemi seemed to be disgusted by the idea for a moment. “I’d have to walk all the way inside to change, at that point I may as well just shower and be done with it.” You blinked, eyes zeroing in on his shorts.

“You’re wearing mesh shorts, that’s nearly the same as swim trunks.” You kicked your way back to the shallow end, somehow floating until you were way over your head. “I’m not wearing underwear though.” You swear in that moment you nearly drowned. “That’s not the sort of thing you should say out loud.” Genya’s nose scrunched at his brother.

“Oh fuck off.” He stretched, muscles flexing and you swear you could explode. He had no right being able to walk around dripping sex appeal like that — in his own home of all places. “Are you going to stand there all day?” Genya tried again, shifting eyes between you and Sanemi. You were doing your best to act unaffected, starting to float again in the shallow end.

Instead of answering, Sanemi took a few steps forward before diving straight in. The waves rocking you made you straighten again, eyes flying wide as the basketball shorts he was wearing floating to the top. “No fucking way.” Genya’s eyes were as wide as yours, laughter bubbled in your chest as you realized what had just happened. Sanemi was completely naked in the pool.

“Are you…serious…” Sanemi emerged a moment later, slicking his hair back. “Would ya look at that…” he moved to grab the shorts, dragging them under the water to step back into them. “Too bad you’re both in here, skinny dipping feels pretty good after working out.” You felt your cheeks get hot, praying it would pass as the sun getting to you.

“Like I said, keep those thoughts to yourself, Aniki.” Genya was trying to keep his composure, all the while he was mentally cursing you for wanting to leave his room. “Oh give me a break, you two are the ones that convinced me to get in.” You didn’t know what came over you, but you decided to send a huge splash of water in his direction. He looked shocked for a moment, Genya was slightly prettified.

After a second of silence, he drew his arm back and pushed it forward. Water hit you just as hard, which caused you to do it back. “A splash fight?! Really?!” Genya tried to shield himself as you and Sanemi engaged in a full on battle. Ten minutes later you were out of breath, yelling that you surrender. “Lame!” Sanemi scoffed, a rare smile on his face as he decided to float on his back.

“You two are like little kids.” Genya was sitting on the pool's edge now, it was a futile attempt to keep himself from getting drowned above the water. But your splashes had soaked him over and over nonetheless. “And you are a party pooper.” You stuck your tongue out at him, swimming over to softly splash at his legs. “Do you mind if I stay over for the weekend? I don’t have classes till Monday and I’m sure Kanao wouldn't mind some alone time with Tanjiro.”

“Yeah that’s fine, knowing you, you already packed clothes.” You smiled, pushing yourself back out towards the middle of the shallow end. “I did, even though I have a whole drawer dedicated to my clothes in your room.” You and Genya were close, so close people were shocked you weren’t dating. That caught Sanemi’s interest, his eyebrow quirked a little but he said nothing.

“I think I’m going to dry off, I’m hungry.” You waited until Sanemi’s attention was on the two of you before pulling yourself up and out of the pool. You were fully bent over as you used your leg to hoist yourself onto the pavement. That position alone gave the white haired man a full view of your bikini hiked up your ass. This time, he really couldn’t react. Genya was staring him dead in the eye, as if daring him to say something.

He kept his mouth shut, lips pursed into a thin line. That was the thing Genya never once told you about. Sanemi knew you liked him, knew you wanted him. Unlike Genya, Sanemi wasn’t afraid to do something about it. A conversation the two had only a week prior was still haunting his thoughts.

“So that girl, you sleeping with her?” Genya nearly choked on his soda, losing control of his car on the video game they were playing. “Y/n? No, she's my best friend.” Sanemi scoffed, side eyeing his brother. “Are you just fucking with me?” Genya quickly regained control, eyes narrowing as he focused. “No, I’m not fucking with you.”

“You’re telling me you are best friends with a girl that looks like that? And you haven’t made a single move? What, does she have a partner? Is she gay?” Sanemi couldn’t seem to believe they weren’t anything more. “No, she doesn’t have a partner. And to be honest I never felt the need to ask her about her sexuality.” He jumped as he nearly crashed.

“So I can make a move on her then?” That time Genya did crashed. “Excuse me?!” Sanemi was laughing now, easily winning the race due to Genya’s fatal mistake. “You heard me, Genya. I want her, does that bother you?” Genya set the controller down, turning to glare at Sanemi. “Yeah actually, it does.”

“Oh? So you do like her.” Sanemi set his controller down as well, facing Genya completely. “I never said that… she’s my best friend, Nemi. That would make shit awkward if you went and broke her heart.” Sanemi’s face morphed into one of interest. “You think I just want to fuck her and be done with it?”

“That’s what you do to every fucking girl you sleep with! You have no regard for their feelings! You’re not doing that to her.” Genya turned more to face his brother, this had to be some kind of joke. “So if I told you I wanted to pursue a relationship with her.” Genya groaned, hands coming up to rub his face. “No!”

“Then do something about your feelings for her. If you don’t, I will.” Genya froze, eyes widening as his hands dropped to his thighs. “You’re serious?” Sanemi smiled, one that held no warmth in it. Genya couldn’t believe he was actually being serious. There was no way, what was even worse is Genya knew of your little crush on his brother.

“I wouldn’t dare?” A harsh laugh followed. “I see the way she looks at me Genya. If I asked her to strip naked and spread her legs for me, she’d do it without hesitating and you know it.” His heart sunk, Sanemi knew? Genya knew you weren’t exactly subtle with your interest, but he at least thought Sanemi was clueless to it.

“Shut up.” He was getting fed up with this conversation. “Do something about her, Genya. Or I promise you I’m making a move the first chance I get.” He clicked start on a new game, leaving Genya to scramble for his controller and think over what he said.

“Gen, your phone is ringing.” You were laid out against one of the loungers, the sun was beginning to descend at this point. Sanemi on the other hand was starting to push himself out of the pool. Those same basketball shorts slipped dangerously low and you had to suppress a groan. Genya scolded you as he got closer, a sheepish smile appearing on your lips.

“It’s Zenitsu.” Genya picked up the call with a ‘what’s up?’ You decided to lean back, try and soak up the last of the sun before it disappeared for the day. Sanemi on the other hand was sprawled out on his stomach, eyes closed as he tried to take in the last of the sun as well. As if it was taunting you, you could see his tan lines peeking above the waistband of his shorts.

“What the fuck?!” Your head turned to look at a very distraught Genya, only one of Sanemi’s eyes peaked open. “What’s wrong?” You sat up slightly, “that fucking sucks. I’ll be there in like twenty minutes.” You sighed, clearly something went wrong. Genya clicked the phone off and groaned, hands coming up to rub his face. “That doesn’t sound fun.”

“You know the model Zenitsu, Tanjiro and I had to make for our engineering class?” You nodded, it took them weeks to finish. “Well apparently the classroom we were told to put them in got vandalized. Our project was among the casualties.” You gasped, feeling his pain all of a sudden. Genya often ended up crashing in Tanjiro and Zenitsu’s dorm room, too tired to drive home.

“So now we have to fix it. It's due Monday and the professor isn’t extending the deadline.” He was standing now, grabbing his towel. “We can leave in a few minutes.” He started walking and you blinked, “we?”. He froze, turning to look at you. “Aren't you going to come with me?” You gave him a slightly embarrassed grin. “I have to shower and all that. I’d rather not see campus again till Monday.”

Genya wanted to scream, instead he forced a smile on his face. “I guess you’re right. You can just use my bathroom to shower. Hopefully this won't take all night.” You smiled, oblivious to the fake calmness he was giving you. “Sounds good, if you aren’t too tired when you get back, we can watch a movie.” You grabbed your towel, walking past Genya who was staring at Sanemi.

Once you disappeared into the house, he spoke. “Don’t you fucking lay a finger on her, Aniki.” Sanemi barely acknowledged him, eyes shut still. “If she tries to make a move on me, Genya, I’m not stopping her.” Genya wanted to explode, part of him was tempted to call Zenitsu back and say he didn’t feel good. Naturally that wouldn’t work.

“Is there a reason you even want her? Is it because I want her?” He nearly slapped his hand over his mouth in horror. Sanemi on the other hand began to laugh, eyes opened as he turned himself over. “So you finally admit it! Proud of you little bro!” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Shut up! Don't do anything to her.” He knew this was hopeless. “Why can’t I do anything to a girl I want?”

Genya blinked at him, teeth clenching before he spoke. “Because I want her!” A shit eating grin appeared on Sanemi’s face, Genya continued. “Why the fuck do you even want her so bad!? Is it really because I want her?” Genya was turning a deeper shade of pink with each word, he couldn’t believe he was admitting this out loud.

“There is nothing more thrilling than wanting someone you hypothetically can’t have, Genya. If anything, it makes you want them even more.”

He has a sinking feeling, the moment he left this house, it would never be the same. And there was quite frankly nothing he could do about it. You and Sanemi were your own people after all, what say did he really have in the matter? He took a deep breath, you had said you were hungry. With any luck you were probably sitting in the kitchen this whole time watching him.

He stared at Sanemi for only a moment longer before turning to actually walk away this time. Sanemi knew there was more that he wanted to say, but chose not too. He waited until Genya had disappeared inside the house before laughing. “Sorry Gen, but this opportunity is just to fucking good to pass up.” He settled back on the lounge chair, he’d wait till Genya left and make his move.

“You look upset.” Just as Genya suspected, you were sitting in the kitchen, helping yourself to their fridge. “I’m just annoyed, that’s all.” He smiled as shut the fridge, pizza from your lunch earlier in your hand. “It sucks, but you guys work well together. Hopefully the damage isn’t too time consuming to repair. If you need extra hands just call me.” You took a bite, wondering why Genya was looking at you funny.

You swallowed, “Gen, you look like you just got the news that you’re being shipped out to war. Are you sure nothing is wrong?” You took another bite, staring at him while you chewed. Under your gaze he nearly crumbled. “I’m just annoyed about this, that’s all.” He hoped you’d fall for the lie, he watched your throat bob as you swallowed again.

“It’s fucking annoying, I get that. But the quicker you leave the quicker you’ll be done. Go change!” He held back a groan, that wasn’t exactly the answer he wanted. You on the other hand had goosebumps trailing over your body, it seems the air conditioning was finally getting to you. All you wanted now was a warm shower, get the chlorine off your skin and hair. “Are the towels still in that cabinet?”

He nodded, before walking down the hall towards the staircase. “Yeah, everything is still in that cabinet. I only have men’s body wash though. You can check the guest room though, one of Sanemi’s flings may have left stuff there.” You rolled your eyes, Genya’s feet could be heard walking up the steps. “Okay.” You called back, taking a deep breath to try and cool your nerves.

You’d be in Sanemi’s home without Genya present only once before now, and you two didn’t even see each other for that brief thirty minutes. Now thought? You could be sharing his home for three hours or more. The possibilities were endless…but also unrealistic. It was a Thursday night after all, Sanemi probably had work in the morning. You shook your head, finishing your pizza slice as the back door slid open.

“Genya leave?” You jumped slightly, this was actually your first time alone in his presence. “N-no. He’s upstairs changing.” You mentally cursed yourself for the stutter, fidgeting slightly. “Oh, alright.” You deflated a little as he walked away, disappearing down the hall and up the stairs towards his own bedroom. “This is going to be so boring…” you mumbled as you leaned against the counter, resting your chin in your palm.

After what felt like an eternity, Genya made his way back down the stairs. “It’s all yours, be good.” He grabbed his keys off the counter, sliding them in his hoodie pocket. “Be good?” You raised an eyebrow, straightening to cross your arms in defense. “Yes, I’m leaving you alone with my brother. Be fucking good.” He was trying to seem intimidating like Sanemi, but he was falling a little flat.

“Oh yeah, cause tonight is going to be like one of those pornos. He’ll wait till you're gone, wait till I’m in the shower and catch me by surprise.” You rolled your eyes, giving him an ‘are you serious?’ kind of look. “Knowing Sanemi, you never fucking know. If he’s bored or horny enough, anyone will do.” Ouch. Your eyebrows raised, mouth parting slightly. “Shit I didn’t mean it like that…”

“Oh? Cause it sure sounded like you did. Whatever Genya.” You stormed past him, feelings clearly hurt. “That’s not what I—fuck.” You were already flying up the stairs, leaving him alone with his own guilt. The phone buzzing in his back pocket was a reminder that he couldn’t stay. So, even though he didn’t want to, he made his way to the front door and out of the house. Dread filling him as he unlocked his car.

You on the other hand we’re standing in Genya’s bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror. “He’s just stressed.” You couldn’t get your lower lip to stop wobbling. Rolling your eyes at your own sensitivity. “Maybe I’ll just take a nap.” The sun had worn you out, but you couldn’t do anything until you showered. Just as you turned to reach for the curtain you flinched.

“That’s right, he only has men’s stuff…” you would have to go check the guest room shower for some women’s products. You held your breath as you made your way out of his room and down the hall towards Sanemi’s. The guest room was just across from his. You were sneaking now, not even sure why but just afraid of being caught. As you reached for the door handle, movement caught your attention.

Sanemi’s door was opened just a bit, enough that you could see inside. You nearly squealed as you realized he had nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist. It seems he was about to shower as well. You snapped yourself out of it, head flying back around to push the door open. You began to feel a throb between your legs, suddenly too excited for your own good.

You shook your head, walking into the bathroom of the guest room. “Jack pot!” You laughed softly as women’s shampoo and body wash sat half full on the counter. “I wonder what happened that they’d just leave their shit behind.” You grabbed the two bottles, turning to leave the room and nearly dropping them as a surprised scream left your lips. “What the fuck?!” Sanemi was standing in the doorway with his arms folded, shamelessly taking in your bikini clad body.

“That was cute.” He seemed unaffected by your clear shock, a smirk growing on his lips as his eyes moved up to your chest. “Really skimpy bathing suit you chose…did you wear it just for me?” No way, you were only joking when you said those things to Genya. Were they really about to happen? “Excuse me?” Your voice was steadier than it was in the kitchen ten minutes prior. “You heard me. I want to know if you wore this just for me…”

His hand reached out slightly but he stopped himself, eyes finally meeting yours. “No, I didn’t.” A lie, of course, but you weren’t going to give in that easily. Even though the butterflies in your stomach were telling you to. “I find that hard to believe.” He moved a little closer, only a foot of space separated the two of you now. You took a small step back, bumping into the bathroom countertop.

“Trying to run? That’s surprising…” he closed the little distance you had made. “What are you saying…” you clung to the bottles of soap, as if they’d somehow protect you. “Cut the shit, sweetheart. I know you want me. And you may or may not believe it, but I want you too. All these little stunts you pulled worked wonders.” He inches closer and your heart rate picks up.

“W-what are you…” the stutter again, your cheeks got hot. “I’m giving you what you want. Since my little brother is too dense to make a move, I’ll do something about it.” You blinked, clutching the bottles tighter…what did Genya have to do with this? “You’ll do something about it?” He was less than six inches away from you now.

“Sure am, I’m sure you don’t mind.” Five inches away at least, your chest was heaving out of pure shock. “I…I don’t…” he knew he got you, only four inches left, your hands were beginning to shake. “See? You don’t mind at all…I’ll take good care of you.” You 're leaning slightly, the countertop biting into your lower back. “Genya isn’t home, he won’t be home for hours. That means I have you all to myself.”

You held your breath as he closed the distance, two hands planting firmly on the cool countertop. He was leaning down slightly so he was level with you, eyes boring into your own. “So, what will it be?” You blinked at him, throat feeling impossibly dry. “H-huh…?” He smiled, forehead nearly touching yours. “What will it be? What do you want me to do… if you don’t want to do anything, I won’t force you.”

You blinked, weighing your options for only a moment before deciding. Instead of answering verbally, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. You were shocked to hear a noise of surprise leave his lips, but as quickly as he made the noise, he recovered. He pulled away, forehead pressing to yours. After a second he smiled, one that seemed genuine.

His lips pressed to yours again, this time they were more needy. His hands pressed to the counter shifted to your waist. Both coming to you with the strings of your bikini bottom. When his chest bumped the cool plastic of the soap bottles he began to laugh. “Put these down…” his words were muffled against your lips. His hands pulled away from your bottoms reluctantly to try and pry the bottles away from you.

You let them go slowly, unsure of what to do with your hands once they were empty. For all the fantasizing you had done about this moment, you suddenly felt helpless. As the bottles were placed on the counter, his lips returned to yours. This time he didn’t hold back, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Your lips parted, Sanemi’s tongue slipping right in. Shakily, your hands came to rest on his shoulders, all the while he began tugging at your bottoms again.

You flinched slightly as he pushed you further into the countertop. Long fingers coming to squeeze the flesh of your hips before easily lifting you. You gasped as your nearly bare bottom hit the cool stone of the counter. “Better?” His words were muffled against your lips, his whole body straightening now that you were technically the same height.

You mumbled some sort of response, nerves making you too tense to actually relax into the kiss. Sanemi could sense your anxiety, hands running up your thighs to your hips and back again. His lips pulled away from yours reluctantly, instead trailing them along your cheek to just below your ear. He sucked on the skin softly, tongue lapping at the skin once he was satisfied with the bruise that was forming.

“We won’t get anywhere…” he sucked harshly, your pulse going a mile a minute under his lips “if you don’t relax a bit…” though he guessed a cold bathroom while you were already shivering probably wasn’t the best place to start this. Due to his words, you forced yourself to relax a little, arms wrapping around his neck and keeping him close. Luckily for you, he was warm, radiating it at that.

He snaked his arms up your body, both circling to your back and tugging at the string holding your top together. Nimble fingers undid the knot you had tightened, pulling the damp material off your body. You couldn’t help but shake slightly, not only was your chest exposed to Sanemi, but to the air conditioning as well. It was no surprise when your nipples were already hard. Arousal mixed with the cold making them feel almost painful.

“Cute…” he barely pulled away from your skin, white hair brushing your face as he looked down at your chest. His hands came back around, one taking the flimsy top with it to toss to the floor. The other cupped your breast, massaging the flesh. A shaky moan left your lips, eyes fluttering shut as you relaxed into his touch. Your whole body leaned into him without you realizing. “Such a good girl, you’re getting the hang of it.”

You felt your arousal start to pool in your gut at his praise. Sanemi noticed the way you were squirming, a smug smile creeping up his face. “You like that? You like being praised.” You could have combusted on the spot, arms tightening ever so slightly as if he’d just stop and walk away from you. “Use your words.” His hands trailed up your sides before taking a breast in each hand. “If you don’t start speaking up, I’ll never know what to do.” You rolled your eyes, “oh please of course you—oh…”

He cut you off completely as his lips suctioned to the column of your neck. Sucking so harshly you actually jumped a bit. “Y-you…you know what I want…” you felt breathless, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he rolled your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. “Do I?” He pulled away with a smile, a bruise was already forming on your skin. He moved a little lower, repeating the same steps. “Oh don’t play dumb. You’re a heartbreaker…” you decided to keep the other part to yourself, now certainly wasn’t the time for cheesy jokes.

“I’m a heartbreaker? You’ve been listening to Genya too much.” He tugged on your nipple, a yelp leaving you as his lips traveled lower. “I’m h-hear often enough to know when you have girls over…” your head fell back, his lips were nearing your chest. “Oh? So you know what you’re in for?” He looked up at you, disappointment filling you as his lips never made it to your chest. “I…I wouldn’t go that far.” You tried to maintain the level of composure you had when his eyes weren’t locked on your face.

“Oh? So you haven’t heard them screaming for me?” You noticed him begin to shift his towel, swallowing thickly as you waited for it to drop. “Oh c’mon now, Genya would turn the TV on full blast to drown anything out.” You're a bit surprised that Sanemi thought you and his younger brother just sat around listening to him blow some random girl’s back out. “Is that so?” He seemed genuinely amused by that revelation. “It is.”

“How cute, Genya is such a pussy.” You blinked, certainly not expecting the conversation to take a turn. Better yet, you didn’t think you’d be having an actual conversation right now. “Instead of playing twenty questions, why don’t we get a move on. I’d like to see what you do to make girls scream so loudly.” You tried to get off the counter but Sanemi’s hands were right back on your waist, keeping you down. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“You’re doing a lot of talking and not enough touching. I think I can give myself a better time by taking a shower.” You didn’t know how you made it through that without cracking, you just wanted to make the man before you absolutely feral. “Oh? You think you're cheeky don’t you? Am I not moving fast enough for you, princess?” Instead of returning to your chest, his hands pulled at the waistband of your bottoms. “I’m trying to be nice, not treat you like a whore.”

He used his free hand to shove them down your bottoms, earning a harsh gasp in response. “But if you want to be treated like one, I’ll fucking treat you like one.” He used his free hand to push you back, head nearly hitting the mirror behind you. This new position gave him better access, two fingers slipping between your folds and circling your clit. “How’s that? Hmm? Better for you?” His words were cold, fingers moving at a dizzying speed.

“Y—yeah…” your head hit the wall, eyes shutting as Sanemi’s finger sent waves of pleasure through you. “Oh? So you wanted to be treated like a stupid slut since the beginning. Probably should have known, especially with the way you were trying to seduce me. Even with Genya watching, how shameful.” He dipped lower, ghosting across your entrance and collecting the arousal on his fingertips. You hands tightened on the counter, one gripping its edge while the other tried to find stability on the smooth sink.

His fingers moved back up, circling your clit with even more fervor than before, a slick squelching noise now accompanying it. “Listen to that, nothing more than a needy bitch in heat.” You groaned, hating his choice of words. Nonetheless you didn’t stop him, allowing him to pull one of the strings keeping the bottoms together. At the sight of your partially exposed flesh he only moved quicker. Fingers abandoning your clit to pull apart the other strings on the opposite side. “You know what? Stand up.” He was dragging you off the countertop before you could even respond.

“What are you…” your bottoms were fully pulled off, discarded off to the side with your top. You were fully bare now, Sanemi’s eyes trailed over your frame, a smirk creeping up his lips. “Turn around.” Once again Sanemi gave you no time to actually respond, hands gripping your waist firmly and turning you to face the counter. You didn’t expect his hand to come up and grip your cheeks as hard as he did, but he forced your face to remain trained on the mirror. A smile creeping up his face before saying “this would be such a cute picture to send to Genya.”

The other hand that was on your waist moved up to squeeze your breast, the smile never faltering as you whined for him. “It’s a damn waste that neither of us have our phones right now. Really this would be cute.” His cheek pressed to the top of your head, after a second of looking over your reflection you realized his towel was slowly but surely slipping off his hips. “We’ll save that for another time.” You yelped as he pressed forward, you could clearly feel his cock through the towel.

“Let’s get a move on before you start running your mouth again.” He smiled at you one last time in the mirror before pressing you forward, not stopping until your breasts were squished against the countertop. You heard rustling behind you, face turning hot as you realised he had dropped to his knees. Sanemi’s breath was ghosting over your fully exposed cunt, two hands coming up to massage the flesh of your ass. “I mean really, I’ve been doing nothing but wasting both our time for the sake of working you up. As if you needed to be…”

You held your breath, waiting to feel his tongue against you. Instead you got a soft kiss pressed to the back of your thigh, then another and another…you could have burst into tears. This wasn’t exactly how you expected this to go. “Sanemi! Fucking come on!” You slammed your hand flat against the counter, forehead pressing into the mirror. “Taking it too far I see…” there was laughter in his voice, laughter that was so infuriating you could scream. Yet before you could open your mouth a second time, his tongue delved between your folds.

“Oh…” you relaxed, only encouraging Sanemi to continue. You whimpered as his hands tightened their grip on your ass, effectively keeping you in place. It seems he was finally calming down a bit with the teasing. Sanemi’s tongue remained focused on your clit, lapping hungrily at the sensitive bud. His nose - surprisingly - was adding to the stimulation due to the angle you were at. “S-Sanemi…” you whined, eyes shutting as you focused on the feeling of his tongue against your pulsing cunt.

For a second it hit you — Sanemi, your best friend’s big brother, had you bent over a bathroom counter while he ate you out. Your best friend’s big brother was fucking eating you out. For some reason that had you gasping, pleasure only intensifying as that realization echoed in your mind. This was really happening. His tongue only moved faster, lips suctioning around your cunt as he began to suck. The feeling made your jolt a little, moans tumbling from your lips as you finally began to feel your orgasm building up. “C-close” your voice was strained, knuckles turning white as you grasped the edge of the counter.

Sanemi’s tongue only worked harder, your legs started to feel like jelly despite most of your weight resting on the counter. He continued to suck, tongue flicking your clit in a rhythm that had tears threatening to well in your eyes. You clenched around nothing, breath hitching in your throat as you finally fell over the edge. As you came, Sanemi pulled away. Leaving you to twitch and clench around nothing as your orgasm fizzled into nothing. It wasn’t even satisfying. “W-what the fuck!” You straighten a little, turning to look at Sanemi on his knees behind you.

“You really think mouthing off to me was going to get you what you wanted?” His lips and chin were glistening with your arousal, he stood, towel falling off as he stood. Your annoyance faded as his cock came into full view, he was massive, at least by your standards. Maybe eight or nine inches in length, but he was girthy, so much so you questioned if it would actually fit. He certainly had something to be proud of, the smug smirk on his face only fueled your certainty. “Oh? You want it don’t you?” You nodded without an ounce of shame, you wanted to do absolutely everything to it and you wanted him to do absolutely everything with it.

Something about that nod gave Sanemi new motivation, you just looked so innocent all of a sudden. You yelped as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you off the counter and straight to his chest. “I’m certainly not done yet, but I’d rather not continue this in the guest bathroom.” You nodded, you assumed he was implying to move this to his bedroom. Instead he reached forward and grabbed the two soap bottles you had originally come for. “Hold these.” You did as you were told, not expecting him to turn you around to face him once you did.

He said nothing, instead crouching down slightly to hook his arms under your ass and lift you. “S-Sanemi?!” You were suddenly over his shoulder, face staring at his back with both soap bottles still clutched in your arms. “Don’t worry, there for later.” He backed out of the doorway before turning. Luckily for you he thought ahead as to not smack your skull into something. You figured it would be a short walk, the pulsing between your legs becoming more persistent with each step he took. However, he made his way past his bedroom, going further down the hall.

You couldn’t imagine where he was taking you until he passed through the doorway. You landed on a plush bed a second later, blinking up at him only to gasp. “G-Genya‘d room?!” You used your hands to push yourself up, of all places…he wanted to fuck you in Genya’s bed. “What sort of sadistic shit are you into?!” He was still silent, smiling down at you with that same cocky grin. One that sent a chill down your spine as your needs only grew stronger. After a moment, Sanemi’s eyes left yours, noticing your phone on the nightstand. “Perfect.” His words had a drawl to them, one that made you swallow and squeeze your thighs shut.

“What are you…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, your phone was in his hand and after a second you heard the familiar click of your camera. Your hands shot up to cover your breasts, a shocked expression settling on your features. “Oh don’t be so shy, it’s your phone after all.” He had a point, but you didn’t budge. “They’re just gifts for Genya.” He clicked again as you gasped, “you wouldn’t!” You leaned forward completely, looking up at him through your lashes as he groaned. “Just like that, I think Genya would love this angle.” He chuckled as you reached for your phone, not even realising how close you had come to his erection.

As your eyes lowered, another picture snapped. A second later your phone was tossed by the pillows, Sanemi’s hands cupped your cheeks to pull your face closer to his as he bent down. His kiss was far more hungry than the previous ones were, slowly pushing you back against the mattress as he crawled on top of you. The warmth of his body made you forget all about the goosebumps that were running across your skin, arms wrapped around his neck and pulling him flush against you. You let out a shaky moan when his cock pressed against your abdomen. As badly as you wanted him, you still were hesitant to know if he’d even fit.

“I’m sure Genya has lube somewhere.” He spoke against your lips, making you wonder how he had read your mind. “He’d know…” you whined as he pulled away just enough for you to catch your breath. “He’d know? What do you not want him to know?” He was being sarcastic, “do you want him to know?” You blinked up at him, watching him shift his weight so he was on his knees. Your waist was caged between his muscular thighs. “You think I’m going to hide? It’s my home, my choice. Genya was too much of a coward to do shit about it.” Your eyes trailed lower once more, his cock looked irritated now, the tip oozing with precum.

“Open your mouth.” A million thoughts ran through your mind as you did as he said. What didn’t cross your mind, however, was him spitting in your mouth. Yet again you drew another laugh from Sanemi as you jumped, swallowing before he even asked you too. “Good girl, especially when your mouth is occupied.” He seemed conflicted for a moment, as if he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do first. “Squeeze your tits together.” Obedient as ever, you did it with no hesitation. “Shit, yeah I think I’ll go with this option first.” You blinked, Sanemi’s hand pushed on your forehead so your head was laying flat, hands still squeezing your breasts together.

“Spread them.” You kept your grip tight and spread them like he asked. It still caught you by surprise when he spit, coating your sternum in the slick substance. “Squeeze them together again.” A lazy grin appeared on his face as you looked at him, eyes wide with anticipation for what he’d do next. Truly he didn’t understand how Genya lasted so long. He finally stopped neglecting his cock, spitting for a third time in his hand before wrapping it around his tip.

“I think you’ll look cute in white.” You whined, watching him toy with himself until his cheeks turned red all the way to the tips of his ears. After what felt like an eternity, he positioned himself between your breasts, pushing forward slowly. “Oh…” a gasp left him, one that made your clit pulse with arousal. He was absolutely shameless, eyes focusing on his cock thrusting in and out between your breasts. The tip coming dangerously close to your mouth as you had lifted your head to watch him. “I’ve been…ha….waiting to try this… with the right person…” his head fell forward, thighs twitching as a majority of his weight rested on them.

“But honestly… none of them excited me…” his thrusts were steady now, moaning as you stuck your tongue out to ghost his head each time he thrusted forward. “You though? Fuck. You have endless possibilities.” The compliment drew a whiny moan from your lips, only fueling Sanemi to move quicker. “You really are something else…shit… I couldn’t believe my fucking eyes when he brought you home.” His cheeks were flushed, eyes lidded and lips shiny with his own saliva. He looked ready to burst, eyes trained on yours to gauge your every reaction.

“I was amazed that someone like you found any sort of interest in my little brother…ha…” he stopped talking, falling forward so both hands rested on either side of your head. His thrusts were sloppier, he was close. That realization caused praises to leave your lips, he must be more sensitive because of the pent up lust. “Come on…cum for me Sanemi…” you squeezed your breasts together just a little tighter, earning a groan in response. “You’re close…I can tell…cum for me please. I want it so bad.” You drew out your words, voice deepening slightly to a more sultry tone. “Shit.” His hips stuttered and your eyes closed instinctively, white ropes painting your face as he came.

Only a little landed on your tongue and lips, as if he purposely meant to cover your cheeks in white. “D-don’t touch anything…” your hands froze halfway to your face, aiming to wipe your eyes. After a second you heard the familiar clicks of your phone’s camera. “Really…” you began to laugh, after a moment Sanemi said you could move. You wiped your eyes as Sanemi shifted his weight off of you. Unknown to you he was searching for his contact, sending himself every picture he had taken so far. “Good to know…” he said it more so to himself, pleased that his little trick to unlock phones without the need for a passcode still worked.

“What?” You were sitting up now, Sanemi was standing at the side of Genya’s bed, tossing your phone to the side. “Nothing.” A yelp left your lips as he grabbed both ankles, pulling you towards the edge of the bed. “We aren’t done yet, sweetheart.” You were flat on your back again, a bit disappointed that he didn’t seem interested in switching positions at all. “I would hope not…” you suppress a smirk, watching his eyes widen as you mouthed off back to him. “What did I say about talking like that? You don’t want to have another unsatisfying orgasm now, do you?” He lowered, bending over you so your lips were centimeters apart.

“N-no I don’t want that…” you swallowed, debating on moving your head forward to meet his lips. “Good.” Sanemi closed the distance instead, one hand cupping your face while the other guided your legs around his waist. You followed quickly, ankles crossing to keep yourself secure. Sanemi’s hand moved to his already hardening cock again, pumping himself a few times and grimacing slightly at the stickiness. You tensed a bit when you felt his head press to yojt entrance, his lips parting from yours. “You’re not a virgin, right?” He didn’t care either way, but he wanted to at least be prepared to walk you through this if it was your first time.

You shook your head, you had a fair share of hookups and relationships, nothing like Sanemi though. Experience wise you felt you may as well be a virgin when comparing yourself to him. “Okay, good…” he smiled, kissing you again but this time it was a little sweeter. That eased your nerves a bit, but still, his size was nothing like you have had before. That’s what was worrying you. Especially the lack of preparation, nothing more than his tongue had toyed with your entrance so far. “I want to see how much you can handle…don’t worry… I’ll go slow.” There it was, that more sadistic side shining through.

When Sanemi felt you shake slightly, he toned it down, lips pressing to your ear. “I promise, just say the word and I’ll stop if it’s too much.” You nodded, arms coming to wrap around his neck as you waited for him to move. Sanemi’s lips pressed to yours again, hand still wrapped around his shaft as he guided himself into you. You whimpered against his lips, the stretch burned but it was bearable. At least you thought it was until he began telling you to breathe. You forced air back into your lungs, as you exhaled he pushed further. “Oh my fucking…” your head pressed further into Genya’s mattress, nails raking up Sanemi’s back.

He was only half way in, your walks stretching to accommodate his size. “You’re doing so well.” His voice was hoarse, you were gripping him like a vice, so warm and wet, he was beginning to see stars. “A-am I?” You wailed, not meaning to cry out as loud as you did. “You are…” he pushed further, just a bit more and he’d bottom out. You didn’t even realize tears were sliding down your cheeks, not until Sanemi began kissing them away. After a moment you realized his hips were pressed to the back of your thighs, he had bottomed out. “Not so bad…right?” He was laughing softly, hands moving to push your legs further to your chest. “I’m going to move.” As much as he wanted to wait until you were ready, he just couldn’t help himself.

You gasped as he pulled out half way, moving his lips right back in a second later. The more he moved, the more you realized how full you felt. “Oh…oh…” your nails dragged along his shoulders, body being pressed further into the mattress as all his weight resided on you. Sanemi was nothing compared to anyone you had before, he wasn’t even comparable to any of them. “Feels fucking good…doesn’t it?” He was panting softly, hips finding a steady rhythm as your walls pulsed around him. “You’re everything I could have hoped for and more.” He loved watching your face morph with the praise he gave you. You yelped as his cock brushed your cervix, he was focusing more so on speed rather than depth.

“Tell me how good you feel, y/n. I want to know how well I’m fucking you.” He was focused on your face, your heaving chest and the way your tits bounced each time he bottomed out. “I-I feel…” you gasped, eyes going blurry for a moment as he brushed the spot that had you seeing stars. “So..good.” Your words were slightly slurred, nails only digging further into his skin as if it would keep you grounded in reality. “Sanemi~” you were starting to lose yourself, not holding back on any noises you made. There was no one else around to hear them after all. “Yeah? Keep going, I want to hear more.” He switched positions, your arms falling from his shoulders as he straightened.

Your legs remained around his waist, but now you were fully exposed as he towered over you. He let go of one leg, so you replaced his arm with your own to keep it up. All the while he bottomed out completely, not moving as he reached for something you couldn’t see. “You look so hot.” He smiled as you waited to hear the clicks from your camera, instead you heard the small ding of a video starting to record. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what you looked like, you hadn’t even bothered to wipe his cum off the rest of your face. Tears and cum were streaking your face just like you imagined, but the video he was taking was more so focused on where he disappeared inside of you.

He began thrusting again, now instead of speed he was focusing on how deep he hit with each thrust. Sanemi smirked as the video caught your hand tightening in Genya’s comforter, scrunching the material harshly as you cried out. Each thrust shook the bed now, tears rushing down your cheeks as you felt as if you were about to burst, “tell me y/n, I’m waiting to hear how good I fuck your tight cunt.” You wailed, walls clenching sporadically as you tried to fulfil his request. You thought of all the things you could say that you knew got men going in the past, but half the time you barely meant any of those words. Sanemi however was a different story, so it only made sense when the words you spoke next tumbled from your lips.

“So good, you’re doing so good…better than any guy I’ve ever fucked. They don’t even come close…” you moaned as his other hand left your leg, letting it fall limply to the side as he pinched your clit. “Is that so? I better fucking be.” He groaned as you sputtered around him, you were so close that you didn’t even realize it. “Gonna cum for me? Come on now, cum on my cock.” His thrusts began picking up in speed, still hitting just a deep with each thrust. “Gonna cum…” your words were slurred, barely eligible, and Sanemi loved ever fucking second of it. You felt like you were going to burst, your orgasm building in a way you had never felt before. With each pinch on your clit perfectly timed with each thrust, you were gasping for breath as it finally hit you.

Much to Sanemi’s delight, he caught you squirting all over him and Genya’s bed on camera. The sight alone was enough to make him feel weak in the knees, there was something so special about you. Something that made it feel like it was his very first time doing any of this to a woman. “Fuck…look at you making a mess.” His hips never slowed, even when you clenched so tightly he couldn’t barely move for a moment. If it wasn’t for the mess you made causing him to slip in and out with ease, he probably would have faltered. At this point you weren’t even sure what you were saying, incoherent noises and words tumbling from your lips. Ironically they only made Sanemi move quicker.

“Look at you, all sorts of cock drunk because of me.” He stopped recording a second later, tossing your phone to the side to focus on chasing his own orgasm. You rode out your orgasm, quickly becoming overstimulated but too lost to even try and vocalize it. “I’m going…I’m going to get you fucking pregnant.” That woke you up a bit, eyes widening considerably. “Fill you up nice and full…ha…yeah I bet Genya would fucking love that.” He kept thrusting, nearly pushing you further up the bed as he moved. “How fucking shameful. You fuck your best friend’s older brother…and he knocks you up.”

You wailed some sort of response, the idea of Sanemi getting you pregnant was getting you in the mood for another round even though the current one wasn’t finished yet. “You fucking freak, you like the idea don’t you.” He could feel his cock twitching between your walls, he was close. “I-I do…” you weren’t even embarrassed, the overstimulation was quickly changing from pain to pleasure, shockwaves of your orgasm still making your walls convulse. “Cum inside of me, please Sanemi…” for a moment he wished he had kept recording, those words were what threw him over the edge. You flinched as he buried himself, pressing against your cervix almost painfully as he spilled inside of you.

His hips rocked slowly now, breathless gasps slipping past his lips. Silence fell over the two of you as Sanemi caught his breath, flushed face looking at your own. “Everything you hoped it would be?” He began to chuckle as you sleepily nodded. “I need a shower.” Sanemi nearly collapsed on top of you at that, “yeah, I think we do.” He pulled out of you slowly, frowning slightly as his release began to leak out of you. “I’ll go…get the shower started.” You flinched slightly, not realizing how sore you were until you stood. “I’ll be right there.” He winked at you, making your cheeks feel hot as you grabbed both soap bottles and scurried off to Genya’s bathroom.

Sanemi waited until the shower turned on, reaching for your phone once more to send himself the video he had taken. Shortly after he saw it was delivered, he deleted all the messages. He smiled to himself, tossing your phone onto Genya’s bed once more before heading towards the bathroom. You were already in the shower at that point, relieved to finally be rinsing the chlorine out of your hair. “Mind if I join.” An attempt to be cheeky, you only rolled your eyes, pushing the curtain aside to allow him in. You shifted forward in an attempt to allow him room under the water, instead he pulled you back to him. “I don’t think I’m done with you just yet.” You shivered despite the hot water cascading down your frame.

“Is that so?” You smiled as you repeated a line from earlier. “I’m not done with you yet either, Sanemi.” You turned in his arms, pressing yourself to his chest and getting on your tiptoes to try and kiss him. Just as he leaned forward to meet you, you returned to your normal height. Waiting for his eyes to reopen before falling to your knees. “I think you deserve this… but I’d also like a redo. Since you so kindly left me hanging earlier.” He wasn’t even hard yet, so you began placing soft kissing along his shaft. Your tongue slowly circled around his tip, you realized after a moment that you were tasting the bitter mix of your cum mixed with his. After a few seconds he began to twitch to life, within a minute he was fully hard. “What did I tell you… you do wonderful things to me, pretty girl.”

You smiled at the praise, hand wrapping around his base to properly start sucking him off. Sanemi realized after a moment he was itching to have your phone again, he wanted to capture every single one of your firsts as if they wouldn’t happen again. He was by no means afraid of Genya’s reaction, he wasn’t even going to keep it a secret. “Oh my fucking…” he gasped as you took him half way, jaw slack and cheeks warm as you swallowed around him. He seemed awestruck that you even managed to fit that much in. The sore jaw would be worth it every time if you could see that shocked look in his eyes. Your tongue struggled to swirl around him, instead you relied on bobbing your head back and forth. Your tongue glides along the underside of his cock with each movement of your head.

“You’re so good at this…there is no way you let another guy experience this…” a pang of jealousy hit Sanemi, the idea of you on your knees for any other man made him furious. What made it worse, was the idea of Genya experiencing this. “Ain’t no fucking way…” Sanemi’s back hit cool tiles, leaving you to move forward as result. You moaned around him as two hands came to bury in your wet hair, massaging your scalp as a way to encourage you to keep going. This time you could actually feel him twitching, still sensitive from his orgasm only a few minutes prior. You used your fist to pump the rest of him, keeping it in rhythm with your mouth. You wanted to properly taste him this time, having already rinsed your face off before he joined you.

“Fuck…” was the only warning you received from him, cum shooting down your throat as he came in record time. He wasn’t even slightly embarrassed, no one had gotten him to come that quickly before and he wasn’t found to try and extend it. You pulled off of him with a pop as he began softening in your mouth, licking your lips as you did. “Was that okay?” Sanemi helped you up, pulling you to his chest and running his hands up your back. “Fucking perfect.” He missed the top of your head, slowly straightening off the tiles to guide you both under the hot water. “I still have to repay you for the shitty job I did the first time.” He mumbled against the top of your head. “That can wait for another time.” You didn’t want to wait, but you were certain he was feeling as tired as you were.

“No, it can’t. How about this…you wash your hair, I’ll get to work.” This time he was the one falling to his knees, your face feeling warm despite the steam filling the bathroom. “O-okay.” You reached for the bottles you had set on the small ledge, dumping some of the contents into your palm as Sanemi massaged your thighs. After a moment of staring you yelped, a harsh smack to your ass making you jolt forward against his face. “Get to scrubbing.” He licked along your outer lips, sucking on the tender flesh until you listened to what he told you to do. The moment you began working the soap into your scalp, his tongue slipped between slick folds. Just as you had tasted before, Sanemi was now tasting the mix of your cum with his own.

You tried to hold your breath, hoping they would keep the noises from spilling out. You were struggling to keep your focus on your hair, massaging your scalp with less and less effort as pleasure racked your already sensitive clit. “Easy there…” Sanemi’s hands squeezed the plush of your thighs, trying to keep you stable as you began to sway under his touch. “Eh…’m trying…” your adrenaline was wearing off on you at the worst moment. Suds began slipping down your back, forcing you off balance even more as you leaned back to rinse the soap out. Each flick of Sanemi’s tongue had you jolting, you were already feeling the build up of your third orgasm. “S…s…Nemi…” you whined, the hot water paired with his tongue was surprisingly soothing.

“I got you…” he returned as quickly as he left, lips sucking eagerly on your abused clit. It was hitting the point that Sanemi was the one nearly supporting all of your weight, tired muscles starting to whine in protest but he paid them no mind. You clenched around nothing, silently praying he’d add a finger or two. That was the only part of him you had yet to feel, and even though you were certain they’d be nothing compared to his cock…you still wanted it. “…more…” you whined softly, eyes shutting as you hoped he’d keep you stable. “So needy…” he knew what you wanted of course, but if he let go of one of your thighs you may fall. So instead he started sucking, between each motion he’d tell you there was always time for more later.

As you came for a third time, you doubled over, hands burying in Sanemi’s hair as your legs threatened to fully give out. “So tired…” you mumbled as he stood, hands running up your body in order to support you until he was fully standing with you pressed to his chest. “I can see that…let’s clean up and get you to bed.” You nodded feebly, eyes opening slowly to at least try and help Sanemi clean. It made sense to you why he made you wash your hair first, he must have known you were going to crash. Each orgasm took more and more out of you, leaving you a mumbling puddle in Sanemi’s arms. You barely remembered the rest of the shower, the next thing you knew you were being wrapped in a warm towel.

The cool tile of the countertop underneath you was the only thing that jarred you enough to make you open your eyes fully. You watched as Sanemi dried himself off, wrapping a towel around his waist before looking at you. “Let’s dry your hair a bit, I don’t want you getting cold because of wet hair in an air conditioned room.” There was something so soft and intimate about Sanemi towel drying your hair, doing his best to wrap the towel around it and keep it secure. “Good for now.” He kissed your forehead, guiding your arms over his shoulders as he picked you up. “You sure it’s okay…” your voice was muffled as your face squished to his shoulder.

“Of course it is.” You didn’t need to open your eyes to know you were being carried back towards Sanemi’s room. Part of you wanted to laugh at the fact that he chose his little brother’s room to fuck you. How fucked up is that? You were far too tired to be concerned about all of that now, that was an issue for when you woke up. The last things you remember were Sanemi’s hands pulling your towel off, tucking you under his soft sheets and kissing your temple. “I’ll be back in a second.” You mumbled some sort of okay before giving in to your body’s needs.

Sanemi on the other hand was making his way down the hall back to Genya’s room, grabbing your phone before turning to head back. He fully intended on leaving Genya’s room in a slightly dishevelled state, smug satisfaction filling him as he entered his room and locked the door. Before Sanemi gave in to sleep, there was something he absolutely needed to do. He set your phone on his nightstand, reaching for his own after the fact. Tapping the screen revealed all the messages “you” had sent him. His eyes eagerly took in everything he had taken, he decided it would be best to send the video first.

Genya set his tool down as his phone buzzed, Sanemi’s contact lighting up the screen. He’d only been gone for about two hours at this point, his stomach dropped as he slid open the message

Nemi: Here's some jerk off material for ya.

Attached to the text was a video file, one that made Genya’s stomach drop. “I’ll be right back, Zenitsu, Tanjiro.” He was standing up and walking out the door before they could even respond. His hands were shaking, eyes locked on the blurry thumbnail to the video attached. Without even clicking play, he could already tell it was someone’s body. “No fucking way, no… I knew I should have never left you alone with him.”

Genya pushed the men’s room door open, storming down to the furthest stall. He was absolutely livid and he hadn’t even seen the video's context. For all he fucking knew, it could be some random girl he invited over. Then again that was just wishful thinking. He took a deep breath, making sure his volume was low before he clicked play. It was exactly as he feared, you were flat on your back, legs pressed to your chest. He was frozen, watching the video play out, your face was only visible for a moment but it was clearly covered in something. The majority of the video was focused on where his brother kept disappearing and reappearing inside of you.

He was horrified, the low volume only granted him some of the noises you were making, but it was unmistakably your voice. Your voice screaming his brother’s name. The video itself was only about a minute long, “please for fuck sake at least be wearing protection.” He watched Sanemi’s dick pull out nearly half way, sure enough there was no sign of a condom. His older brother had fucked his best friend…raw. He could have thrown up at the thought. Yet he still watched the video in full, dick shamelessly twitching to life.

“Fuck…” he couldn’t get over how cute your whines sounded. The video ended abruptly, leaving Genya to stare at himself through the black screen. Genya stayed still, once Sanemi saw he had read the texts, there were a series of pictures waiting for him when he closed the video. He couldn’t breathe, not when he was staring at such lewd photos of you. He swallowed, not knowing what to do with himself, especially when he was being suffocated in such a small bathroom stall. He had to simply ignore the persistent twitch between his legs.

Genya: didn’t I fucking tell you to stay away?

Nemi: You did, I didn’t listen.

Genya: fucking clearly.

Nemi: notice anything about those pictures? The video maybe?

Genya: the fact that you fucked my best friend raw??

Nemi: look closer.

After a moment of studying, Genya realized.

Genya: you fucked her on my bed?????

Nemi: on your bed…in the guest bathroom…in your shower. Probably in my own bed too once she wakes up.

Genya clicked off his phone, contemplating if it would be worth throwing it against the wall. He decided against it, shoving his phone in his hoodie pocket and storming out of the bathroom stall. He was livid for a few reasons, ironically the picture and video weren’t even the main reason. The main reason was the fact that he was incredibly turned on. How was he supposed to focus on the stupid fucking project when he was painfully hard.

“I’m going to fucking kill both of them.” He swallowed, making his way to the row of sinks. He braced himself on the counter, one image in particular was haunting him, your face covered in his big brother’s cum. He turned on the skin a moment after, cold water pouring from the faucet. Genya would spend another ten minutes in the bathroom, splashing his face with cold water in hopes of calming down. His pride was already hurt, there was no way he was getting off alone in a bathroom stall.

Sanemi on the other hand was comfortable under his blankets, pulling you to his chest. Sure it was a dirty move doing such a thing to his little brother, but he knew Genya well enough that the younger boy would just take it. It was cruel really, but at the moment Sanemi couldn’t care less. Not when he finally had you in his bed, wrapped in his arms.

THEY COULD DO THAT TO ME ANY DAY AND I WOULD EVEN PAY THEM

❥ shameless | kei tsukishima

warnings: fem! reader, timeskip! tsukishima, enemies to enemies but they fuck, blowjob, making out, semi-exhibitionism if u squint, degradation, doggystyle, rough sex, spanking, mentions of blood, little bit ooc tsukki, yamaguchi mentioned, mentions of alcohol, hair pulling, protected sex, crying but not really, tsukki and his love of dinosaurs

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 6.1k

❥ song: shameless - camila cabello

a/n: 1000+ special fic!!! i hope u guys like it :))

Kei Tsukishima was the bane of your fucking existence. It was bad enough that you had to endure three years of being in the same class as him at Karasuno, but in university? You chose Sendai because there was no way that Tsukishima would willingly go to a university that specialized in physical education. He wouldn’t be caught dead there. Oh, how wrong you were. Turns out, volleyball became more than just an extracurricular for him ever since Karasuno won nationals when you were first years. And so, just to your chagrin, that sarcastic bastard wound up living in the same dorm as you, on the same floor, three doors down.

Life has a funny way of fucking you raw.

You tried to ignore him at first, you really did try. If you saw him coming down the hall for some water, you ran back into your room (which caused your roommate to sigh in annoyance, but what the hell does she know?). If he was using the study room that you wanted, you found another place to study. Was he talking to one of your friends for whatever reason? You didn’t associate with them anymore. You hated him so fucking much that avoiding him was probably the only thing that kept you from actively trying to strangle his smart-ass neck. You figured that as long as you avoided him like the plague, he couldn’t open his mouth, and you wouldn’t go to prison for attempted murder. Maybe, just maybe, he was dense enough not to realize that you were never around despite living in the same dorm building. 

Wrong again.

Tsukishima saw you on move-in day, struggling to carry your various boxes of manga into your room and cursing like a sailor. How childish, he thought. Someone so smart choosing a physical-education-based college was a fucking riot. He knew you only chose Sendai because you didn’t think he would go here, which was adorable in a weird sense. Tsukishima was good at volleyball, dumbass. He was the best middle-blocker Karasuno had in a while. Why not exploit that talent? Even though the Sendai Frogs was only a D-2 team, it was still a team. Seeing the color drain from his opponent's faces whenever he blocked their spikes was a reward in itself. The respect that game from being on the team was good as well, he supposed. Sure, his teammates were idiots who only got into university because of a sports scholarship, but they were decent on the court. Besides, they were more than happy to be doted on by their many female fans while Tsukishima focused on his history degree. Plus, it would give him more time to mess with you, his favorite little toy.

He hated you as well. Not because you were different; that wasn’t the case at all. No, it was because you were too similar to him for his liking. You were intelligent, cunning, and incredibly judgemental. And you hid it all under a mask of kindness and laughter. He hated you because he knew that behind closed doors, you were laughing at someone for getting an answer wrong in a lecture when the correct answer was so painfully obvious. You reminded him of himself, and he hated that. He hated you in high school, and he despised you now. 

He wanted to make your life a living fucking hell. Not in a bully-sort-of-way, no. He wasn’t going to beat you up in the middle of the day. That was for barbarians. The little insults would eventually cause you to break, and when that moment came, he would relish it.  

As fate would have it, your class schedules were very similar. You both shared a morning and a writing-intensive evening class, so there wasn’t much room in the curriculum for group assignments. All you had to do was show up and write a couple essays every month, which was incredibly easy for the two of you. Tsukishima could make you squirm in your seat from afar just by looking in your direction, just how he liked it. You could physically avoid him in the lecture halls, but not his piercing yellow gaze. It was perfect.

“I’m sorry. You want us to do what?” you slammed your hands on your professor's desk, your eyes twitching in frustration. “Forgive me, sir, but this cannot be part of the curriculum. I read the syllabus and the student handbook, and there is nothing about having unofficial student teachers.”

Tsukishima covered his mouth as he chuckled, finding amusement in your frustration. You were shorter than him, so you looked like an angry baby bird not getting enough breakfast.

Your professor sighed and rubbed his temple. “Look, I know it’s not ideal circumstances, but I need the help. You and Mr. Tsukishima are my best students. This class is easy for you. I know it is because you two always give each other…strange looks from across the hall.”

You nearly choke on your air. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir.” you cross your arms over your chest.

Your professor sighed. “Well, whatever you two have with each other, make sure it doesn’t interfere with being my assignment graders. Besides,” he paused. “If you do this, it’ll boost your GPAs. For you,” he pointed in your direction. “That could mean a better chance at graduation school.”

“What about Tsukishima?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Mr. Tsukishima is constantly bored in my class. He needs something to keep his hands busy, which isn’t volleyball.” Your professor had the ghost of a smirk on his chapped lips. 

You snorted, quickly smacking your hand over your mouth. “Oh, is something funny about this?” your professor asked.

“No sir,” you couldn’t shake the smile off your face. “It’s just that I’ve known Tsukishima since high school, and you’re completely right. He’s so bored.”

Tsukishima shot you a dirty look. “I didn’t notice that you were paying so much attention to me, shrimp.”

“Shut up,” you retorted.

“How childish,” Tsukishima had his signature shit-eating smirk.

“Enough!” your professor slammed his hands onto his desk. “I will give you both ten papers to grade by the end of the week for fifty extra credit points. If you don’t have them by then…well I can’t do anything about that, so please have them in by Sunday, alright?”

You rolled your eyes, begrudgingly taking your half of the papers. “Well, as long as I get to work alone, I should be fine.” Tsukishima nodded in turn.

“Oh, this is a partner project. Have fun!” your professor ushered you two out of the lecture hall, slamming the door.

You and Tsukishima exchanged looks for a moment, staring into each other's eyes. Your mouth hung open, and your plush lips parted.

“Close your mouth. You’ll attract flies,” Tsukishima pushed up his glasses with his middle finger. “God, I can’t believe that old man is making us work together. I would rather attend a party with Tadashi.”

“Tadashi doesn’t get invited to parties. He’s afraid of what being drunk is like,” you began to walk towards the exit.

Tsukishima quickly caught up to you in a couple of strides. “How do you know that about Tadashi? He only told me that.”

You turned towards him and smirked. “Maybe he tells me stuff too, Tsukki.” you purred, enjoying how his eye twitched when you called him that. “You’re just too self-absorbed to notice anything else around you.”

“Oh, and you’re not?” he leaned against the only exit. “God, you’re so annoying. You think you’re all that, but in reality, you’re miserable. I can’t believe I’m being forced to work with someone like you.”

“Oh, fuck off, Tsukishima. Get out of my way, I need to get dinner.” you pushed past him, flipping him off. “By the way, your new haircut is fucking horrendous. Did you do it yourself? Poor baby.” you pouted your bottom lip in mock pity, shoving your way outside. Tsukishima remained dumbfounded, running a hair through his curly blond strands.

“Poor baby,” those words echoed inside his mind, bouncing around as he returned to his dorm. It was the only thing he could think about, even when he tried to shake it from his thoughts. The way your plump lips pouted, mocking him, it was driving him fucking crazy. He couldn’t get your annoyingly sultry voice out of his head.

Yamaguchi wasn’t in the dorm. He was out with friends for the evening. Something about a new hotpot place, Tsukishima didn’t remember the details. All he knew was that he was alone, probably until two in the morning. That gave him enough time to deal with the problem in his boxers. 

It was your fault anyway; your stupid voice made him feel as hard as a rock. He fucking hated you. He hated everything about you, especially that slutty voice. As he desperately fisted his cock, the collar of his t-shirt in between his teeth, he thought about how much he hated you. He wanted to make you pay for constantly being on his mind, causing him to think the most lewd and depraved thoughts that someone as smart as him should never think. He fucked his hand, imagining it was your mouth that he was fucking instead. How you would struggle to take his massive length inside, your hands pumping what your mouth couldn’t take. It was fucking pathetic, you were pathetic. Pathetic and needy for him, just like he wanted you to be.

“Shit,” Tsukishima made a mess all over his hand, the sticky white substance splashing onto his exposed midriff. He wiped it off with a tissue, tossed it in the waste basket beside his bed, and placed his foggy glasses on the dresser. Tsukishima fell asleep not long after, praying that he wouldn’t have another fucking wet dream. That would be embarrassing. 

He woke up to the sound of quiet swearing coming from the hall. His clock read 3:21. Who the hell would be up this late anyway? It wasn’t Friday, so it probably wasn’t drunk sorority girls who weren’t old enough to live at the house yet. Whatever, whoever was swearing was being a real pain in the ass. Tsukishima groaned in annoyance as he swung his legs off the twin XL bed, careful not to wake the passed-out Yamaguchi on the opposite side of the room. He creaked the door open, squinting as the light from the hallway burned his sensitive eyes.

“Shut the hell up. Some of us have class in five hours!” he whisper-shouted, rubbing his eyes to see who he was lecturing. To his utter shock, your frame finally came into view. You were hunched over, clutching your palm and hissing slightly. “Oh, it’s you.”

You turned around, rolling your eyes. “Yes, asshole, it’s me. Sorry for waking you up or whatever,” you stared at your palm. “Listen, I hate to ask you for anything since you’re literally the worst person on the planet, but do you have a bandage?”

“And why would I give you that?” he leaned against the doorframe, smirking.

“Because I cut my fucking hand on the water fountain, and I’m kind of bleeding out here.” you showed him your palm that brandished an ugly cut across the base.

“Oh,” Tsukishima almost felt bad for a second. “Well, maybe if you weren’t so clumsy, you wouldn’t be bleeding.”

God, he was the fucking worst. You took a step towards him, leaning up to match his eyeline. “Listen here, dick, I know you fucking hate me, but this is kind of a medical emergency. So please, put your feelings towards me aside and help me wrap this up,” you swallowed, averting your gaze. “...please.”

He put a hand to his ear. “What was that? I didn’t quite catch what you just said.” Liar, he heard you perfectly well.

“You are fucking impossible,” exasperated, you did what he wanted. “Please, get me a bandage so I can return to bed. It’s starting to hurt.”

Tsukishima smirked in satisfaction, allowing you to enter his room. “Stop with the painful whimpering. Tadashi is trying to sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. And he sleeps like a rock. I’m not worried.” you sat in his desk chair, massaging your palm. 

Tsukishima pulled out the first aid kit from one of the storage bins under his bed, rummaging through its contents. There were bandages of varying sizes, but he chose the brand he used for volleyball injuries; they were more absorbent. 

“I cannot believe I’m doing this,” he whispered, holding the back of your hand as he rubbed an ointment on the cut. “This is going to sting, but you can handle it. You’re a big girl, right?”

“Call me that again, and I’ll kick your dick in.”

“There’s the attitude,” he smiled to himself. Even when you were bleeding in his dorm at three in the morning, you had that fire in your eyes that made his blood rush. His calloused fingertips guided the wrappings over your palm, making sure to be gentle. He despised you, but not so much that he would worsen your injury. That would be cruel, too cruel for him. 

While wrapping your wound, his yellow eyes trailed up and down your form, taking in what you wore to bed. A band t-shirt that was a few years old accompanied by Sanrio pajama shorts that rode up your thighs too much for Tsukishima’s liking. You were tempting him, waving something he couldn’t have in front of his face, like Tantalus and the hanging fruit. So close, yet so far out of reach. Tantalizing.

“Tell me if it’s too snug,” he stood up, cracking his back.

“It’s fine, thanks,” you mumbled, brushing off your knees. Your eyes lingered momentarily, observing the shirt he wore to sleep. It had a dinosaur decal on it. You weren’t sure which one. “What’s on your shirt?”

“Stegosaurus,” he instantly answered. 

“That’s…nice,” you chuckled, your voice still barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know you were so childish, Tsukishima.”

“You’re wearing Sanrio pajama shorts and calling me childish?” he rolled his eyes, towering above you. “Pot calling the kettle black.”

“Sanrio is cute, dinosaurs are dorky. You’re such a fucking dork,” you retorted, placing a hand on your hips. The smirk you wore was delicious. He wanted to bite it off of you.

“Once again,” Tsukishima leaned down, grasping your jaw. He would never ordinarily do this, but the lack of sleep let his inhibitions run wild. “Pot calling the kettle.”

“Let go of me,” your small hand encompassed his wrist. “What’s up with you? You’re acting less like a smug asshole and more like a perverted one. Are you high?”

“Why in the hell would you think I’m high?”

“Because you’re grasping my jaw like the main character in an R-rated movie.”

“And you’re dressed like a slut in my dorm,” he smirked, pulling your face closer to his. He noticed how your cheeks were the faintest shade of pink. You were enjoying this. “Oh, and now you’re blushing. How pathetic.”

“I am not blushing, fucking pervert.” his lips were almost against yours, his hot breath making you shiver.

Tsukishima breathed deeply. “You have no idea what you fucking do to me, what you make me want to do to you.”

For the first time in a long time, you were utterly speechless. It didn’t help that his lips were so close to being pressed against yours. “You’ll wake up, Tadashi,” you gestured to the sleeping Yamaguchi, drool and everything.

“Tadashi sleeps like a rock. You said it yourself,” and his lips were upon you, relentless and unforgiving. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his torso. Your hands flew to his hair, pulling on the blond curls as his mouth assaulted yours in a frenzy of unspoken passion. His teeth pulled on your bottom lip, eliciting the tiniest moan. 

Tsukishima pulled away as quickly as he kissed you. “Get out, now.” he pointed to the door. “Before I do something I’ll regret.”

You pretended not to be offended. “Whatever,” your hand turned the doorknob. “We have to see each other tomorrow when we grade those papers. And by the way,” your eyes landed on the carpet. “You’re a crap kisser.” Liar.

And with that, you left, the taste of your strawberry chapstick lingering on Tsukishima’s lips. He sighed and crawled into his neat bed, staring at the ceiling, the tent in his boxers incredibly annoying.

“Dammit, not again.” he couldn’t take care of it now, not with Yamaguchi sleeping across the room. It was now 3:49 in the morning. Classes would begin in a few hours. Whatever, no big deal. It’ll be gone by the morning. Hopefully, you would dress in the most modest clothing you had so he wouldn’t be tempted to fuck you against the wall of the study room. 

Tsukishima hated you, and yet he had to have you.

You really didn’t want to leave your bed. It was so warm and comfortable…but your roommate kicked you out so she could have sex with her loser boyfriend. At least she was somewhat polite about it. 

There was only one study room available for you to use. For some reason, the D&D club occupied the one with the massive projector screen, and a student council meeting was happening in the one with all the nice windows. Why didn’t they just use the library? That’s where all the nerd stuff is. Whatever, you didn’t care. You got the cramped study room that was initially a large janitor's closet. There was no window, one door, and a whiteboard that came with dried-out markers. Perfect. At least it would be for a couple of hours before your roommate would kick her boyfriend out.

The clacking of keyboard keys filled the cramped room as you worked on a paper for your ancient civilizations class, specifically about the rise and fall of ancient Rome. Your eyes were glued to the glaring blue light of your laptop, fingers typing like they had a mind of your own. Time seemed to come to a halt as you worked, words filling the blank digital pages to be compiled into a brilliant essay that would surely get you a 90% or above; you wouldn’t settle for anything less than that. You were so incredibly focused that the door opening landed on deaf ears. It was like you were in some sort of academic trance. 

Fingers snapped in front of your face.

“What the-” Tsukishima stood in front of you, holding half of the papers given to him by your professor. “Fucking knock next time! You scared me to death.”

“If only that really happened,” he smirked, taking the chair across the table. “I was actually looking for you so we can help grade these papers. I knocked on your door and heard loud moans, so I knew you weren’t in there.”

You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes. “Did you just say that I can’t get laid?”

“More or less,” he took out a red pen. “You wouldn’t happen to have your papers, would you? I don’t want to spend any more time with you than I have to.”

Reaching into your backpack, you retrieved your papers. “I took them with me before my roommate told me to beat it. I didn’t wanna risk getting anything gross on them.”

“Your roommate sounds like a real bitch. Maybe an even bigger bitch than yourself.”

You rolled your eyes again. “Thanks for the compliment, jackass.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he sported his signature smug smile that made your legs weak.

“Whatever. Can we just grade the papers together, please? I have other homework to finish.” you tied your hair in a messy bun, loose strands framing your face. 

Tsukishima’s golden eyes observed your movements and how your hands glided over the paper as you wrote corrections with your blue pen. He noticed how you scrunched your brows together when you saw something you didn’t understand or how you licked your plump bottom lip when you saw something you liked. Did you even realize how stupidly sexy you looked right now? The weather was warm outside, so you wore a spaghetti strap tank top that shamelessly exposed your cleavage. You were a fucking minx.

“How much have you done?” you looked up from your papers.

Tsukishima faked a cough. “I graded two.”

“Ha, I graded three,” it was now your turn to look smug, crossing your arms behind your head. “You’re slow today, Tsukishima. I’m surprised. You’re usually on top of your game. Did my late-night emergency interrupt your sleep? Poor baby.” 

There it was again, that fucking nickname. His grip on his pen tightened. “Don’t call me that.”

You chuckled. “Did I strike a nerve? Somebody’s sensitive today.”

His calloused hands pushed away from the table. In an instant, he had forcefully stood you up and pinned you against the wall, his slender body caging yours. “Shut the hell up.”

Your face was bright red, similar to the events of last night. “Did I strike a nerve, Tsukki?”

“Don’t call me that, you brat.” his words were like venom. “You piss me off so fucking much. You’re so fucking annoying with your smartass behavior.”

You titled your head to the side. “But you act the same way, don’t you? Are you mad because I remind you of yourself?”

He shook his head, pinning your wrists to your sides. “No, dumbass. I’m mad because you’re so fucking sexy when you act like a smartass.”

“Oh.” you were speechless once more. 

“So,” his nose was pressed against yours. “Shut the hell up and let me kiss you. Stop being a fucking brat for five minutes.”

You giggled. “I can’t believe you’re asking. How polite of you.”

“I said to stop acting like a brat.” he slammed his lips against yours, his strong hands still pinning your wrists to your sides. He was unforgiving in his kiss, molding his chapped lips with yours. You were wearing the same chapstick, strawberry flavored. Fucking delicious. Tsukishima groaned into the kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth so it could dance with your own. His hands let go of your wrists, choosing instead to wrap them around the underside of your thighs. He quickly lifted you, his lips never leaving yours as your legs wrapped around his waist, almost upon instinct. Your hands flew to his blond curls once again, eagerly tugging on the locks as he ravaged your lips.

Tsukishima pulled away, breaking the strand of saliva that connected you. “You’re such a fucking slut.” he dropped you, sitting down in his chair. “You talk too fucking much,” he undid his belt, tossing it aside. “I think it’s about time you put that mouth of yours to work, don’t you agree?” he slid his jeans down to his ankles, the print in his boxers almost painful. He leaned back, patting on his thigh. “Be a good fucking girl and suck.”

Your body moved independently, your knees instantly falling onto the carpeted floor. Your hands were in a frenzy, sliding his boxers down to free his cock. His member slapped against his clothed torso, boasting a pretty pink tip that was leaking precum.

“So needy,” you whispered, wrapping your fingers around the base of his shaft. “So fucking big.”

“Stop talking,” Tsukishima groaned, closing his eyes as you gave his tip kitten licks. His hand found your hair, tugging on the messy bun as you took him in your mouth, your tongue swirling around his throbbing shaft. He eagerly fisted your hair and bucked his hips forward, shoving himself in its entirety deeper inside your mouth. You gagged, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as your head bobbed up and down his length. 

“You have a filthy fucking mouth,” Tsukishima deeply moaned, bucking his hips against your mouth once more. “You like it when I fuck this slutty face? Fucking whore.”

You looked up at him, the warmth feeling inside your belly growing even hotter as he began to fuck your mouth. He didn’t care if it was uncomfortable for you. That didn’t matter to him now. You were his to use however he pleased.

“That’s it, fucking take it like a good little slut. Getting her face fucked by her classmate’s cock, what a naughty little thing you are.” he was ruthless, the throbbing head of his cock making you gag over and over again as he chased his release. 

Your jaw began to ache from being open for so long. Your mascara was ruined as fat tears ran down your gorgeous face. Tsukishima drank in the sight, biting his lip at how beautiful you looked, choking on his length.

“Fuck, I’m close,” his grip on your hair loosened, shoving you off of his cock. “Stay fucking still.” 

You frantically nodded, knowing what was about to happen next. Your mouth remained open, tongue rolling out as he pumped his cock, cum spurting out and landing on your face and lips. You winced as some of it got in your hair. It was going to be a pain to get out.

“Shit,” he sighed, running his fingers through his now messy curls. “Stay there, I think I have some tissues in my bag.”

“O-okay…” you cringed at yourself for stammering.

Tsukishima dressed himself before finding an on-the-go tissue packet in his bag, sitting on the floor beside you. His hand cupped your jaw as he wiped off his release, being oddly gentle with you. 

The silence was awkward. Painfully awkward. There wasn’t much to talk about anyway. You hated the silence.

“Is this why you kissed me last night?” you blurted out, smacking your hand over your mouth. Tsukishima raised an eyebrow, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“That’s part of the reason.” he shoved the tissue in his pocket.

“What’s the other reason?”

His eyes bore into yours. “Because even though you are the most annoying, smart-ass, sarcastic person I know,” he bit his lip for a second. “You’re also the sexiest person I know. So painfully sexy.”

You scoffed. “You’re messing with me.”

“Take the damn compliment,” he sighed in frustration. “I just made out with you against a wall and fucked your face, and you think I’m messing with you?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “It just seems like something you would do.”

“I can’t fault you for that,” he stood up, handing you the mess of papers. “I’ll finish these on my own.”

You brushed off your knees as you stood up. “But the professor said-”

He cut you off. “I know what the professor said. I’m afraid that if I stay around any longer, I won’t be able to help myself.” 

And with that, he left, leaving you confused and furiously blushing on the study room floor. You groaned, muttering curses as you climbed back into the chair, continuing to do your share of the work. Tsukishima was the worst person on Earth, and he thought you were sexy. He wanted you. He was the worst, and he wanted you. He said so himself. You tapped your pen against your bruised lips, formulating a plan—a plan to drive him absolutely feral and ravish you the way you both so obviously want.

It was one in the morning on Friday, and the dorm hall was chaotic. Various drunken sorority girls and frat boys ran through the halls, screaming whatever they pleased. Your roommate was amongst them, hosting three of her sisters in your dorm without consulting you. They talked about their recent hookups and what professors they thought were sexy. It was driving you positively mad. You had to get out of there, and there was only one place that was guaranteed not to be full of drunk idiots.

Yamaguchi and Tsukishima’s dorm. Surely Tadashi wouldn’t have a problem with you staying for a couple of hours until the noise died down…right?

The wooden door rattled as you knocked, your foot bouncing on the floor. Tsukishima answered, looking confused. “Tadashi isn’t here. He’s doing something with my teammates. I’ll tell him you stopped by.” he tried to shut the door.

“Tsukki,” you forced your foot between the door and the doorway. “Let me in. My roommate is at it again, and it’s so annoying.”

He smirked. “Only if you beg for it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine…please? It’ll just be for a couple of hours until they pass out on my floor. I’m…I’m begging you.”

Fuck, you looked so cute when you begged. “Alright, come on in. You’re lucky I was awake.”

“I sure am,” you muttered, kicking off your slippers. You made yourself comfortable on his bed.

“I didn’t say you could sit there.”

“Well, your dick was in my mouth twelve hours ago, so I think I deserve to lay on your bed for a bit. Don’t you agree?” you wore that smirk that secretly drove Tsukishima wild. 

“Fine,” he sat beside you, avoiding your pajamas on purpose. The silence was awkward once again, so fucking uncomfortable.

“Tsukki,” you looked at him. “Listen to me, no bullshit?” he nodded, still not looking towards you. “I know we don’t like each other. In fact, there were days in high school that I prayed you would get run over by a bus so that I wouldn’t have to see your face.”

“That seems harsh.”

“Don’t interrupt me.” you ran your fingers through your hair. “Look, we don’t have to like each other…but we don’t have to pretend we aren’t attracted to each other, either.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Since when did you get this profound?”

“Maybe since you fucking kissed me yesterday and came all over my face this afternoon. Does that ring any bells?”

Tsukishima chuckled. Before you knew it, you were pushed onto the bed, wrists pinned above your head. His lips hovered above yours. 

“I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you, brat.”

You leaned up and kissed him, electricity crackling through the kiss as he let go of your wrists to run his calloused hands all over your body in a blistering heat. They slipped under your band t-shirt, rolling the flesh of your breasts between his fingers, which caused you to moan into his mouth. He chuckled, squeezing your pert nipples between his thumb and index finger.

“So fucking sexy,” he whispered, pulling away from the kiss to discard his shirt. You quickly followed, gasping as his tongue traced your breasts. “You’ve been hiding these from me for too long, naughty fucking girl.”

“Tsukki,” you breathed out, wrapping your legs around his waist as he suckled on your mounds. A yelp left your lips as he harshly bit down, sucking a blooming purple hickey on the delicate skin. “Fuck! Be fucking gentle.”

“And why would I do that? We both know you’re nothing but a little slut, so I’m going to fuck you like one.” he thumbed the hem of your sleep shorts, pulling them down to reveal your distinct lack of panties. “No panties tonight? You must have wanted this.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tsukki,” you whined as his fingers prodded against your entrance, slipping inside you with ease.

“So fucking wet for me,” he groaned as your cunt fluttered around his fingers. He curled them deeper, bullying his digits further into your heat. “Squeezing around my finger so shamelessly.”

Your head was thrown back against his fluffy pillow, grasping onto the sheets as his lithe fingers continued to mercilessly fuck you as if he was scissoring you open. The rough pad of his thumb found your clit, swirling around the sensitive bud. “Fuck, Tsukki!”

“That’s it, let the entire hall know whose fingers are fucking you so good,” his lips met yours once more, one hand lifting your thigh so he could curl his fingers impossibly deeper. The coil in your stomach felt like it was going to snap at any moment, his fingers and thumb merciless against your wanting pussy.

Just as you were about to reach the apex of pleasure, he pulled his fingers out, wiping them on his sheets. 

“What the hell? I was so fucking close!” you whined, pouting in frustration. 

“You’ll cum when I fucking decide you can,” he shoved his sweatpants off, his boxers quickly following. The familiar sight of his fat cock makes you drool slightly. “Turn around, get on all fours like a good girl.”

You quickly turned over, arching your back for him with your face buried in his pillow in shame. Tsukishima rummaged around in his dresser drawer for a condom, tearing the foil packet with his teeth. He hissed as the latex covered his cock, aligning it with your entrance.

“Now be a good little slut and take it,” his hips snapped against your ass, his massive cock filling you up so quickly. “So fucking tight.”

You cried out, hissing as his cock bullied itself inside of your sobbing cunt. His hands gripped your hips, squeezing the fat between his fingers. Tsukishima choked back a moan at the sight of your greedy pussy swallowing him entirely, his eyes hooded and dark with lust. 

“You look so fucking filthy right now, bent over for me like a slut,” his hand cracked against your ass, leaving a nasty red handprint. You clenched around his cock, moaning into the pillow as his hips snapped ruthlessly against your ass. “Oh? Do you like it when I call you a slut? That filthy fucking pussy of yours seems to agree.” 

He slapped your ass again, his pace brutal and unforgiving. “I’m gonna ruin this pussy so no one else can ever make you feel this fucking good. They can, fuck, they can fucking try to fuck you as good as I do, but you’ll never be fucking satisfied,” he punctuated his sentence with a deep thrust, his cock pistoning in and out of your heat expertly. “Every time you get fucked you’ll think of me and my cock ruining you for anybody else,” he grasped onto your hair, pulling your weeping face out of his pillow. “Do you fucking understand, slut? Answer me.”

“I-I understand, Tsukki! Fuck, so fucking good!” his name fell from your lips like a broken prayer, your mind slowly going fuzzy as his cock slammed into you over and over again with reckless abandon. You sobbed, the rest of your meaningless rambles dying on your bruised lips as he fucked you even harder, his release the only thing on his mind.

The coil in your stomach was about to snap. “I’m so fucking close!” his thrusts stopped.

“Beg for it.” he tugged on your hair again, pulling your back flush against his chest. “Beg for me to make you cum on my cock.”

You swallowed your pride. “Please, Tsukki! Fucking make me cum, I’ve been good, haven’t I?”

He let go of your hair. “I suppose that’s good enough.” he slapped your ass again, resuming his brutal pace. His thrusts grew savage and uncalculated, sloppily chasing his release. With Tsukishima’s permission, you came with a wanton sob, your release coating the latex of the condom. Tsukishima hissed at the sensation, slapping your ass once more in approval. “That’s it, make a fucking mess on my cock. So fucking shameless, so fucking slutty.”

He choked back a moan as his climax finally hit, fucking you through his release. He tossed his head back, his hips coming to a slow stop. His hands fell to his hips, pulling himself out of your sobbing cunt. 

“Fuck,” the condom was tied off and thrown into the waste basket next to his bed. He forcefully turned you over, taking you in his arms. Tsukishima was uncharacteristically gentle with you.

“Uh, Tsukki?” he only hummed in response. “Why aren’t you kicking me out?”

“Why would I do that?” his lithe fingers played with your hair.

“Well, because we just finished fucking.”

He raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “Are you seriously asking why I’m providing you with aftercare? God, all the men on this campus are hopeless.” he pulled you into his chest. “I’m your enemy. I’m not a monster.”

“Aw, that’s actually kind of cute,” you pouted. 

“Just shut up and go to sleep,” he mumbled in your hair, giving you the ghost of a forehead kiss.

You two were rudely awoken by the sound of the doorknob rattling. Panicking, you threw the comforter over your naked body while Tsukishima fumbled around looking for his glasses.

“Tsukki, I’m home. Sorry, I’m only now just-” Yamaguchi stopped in his tracks once he saw you and Tsukishima, both equally embarrassed.

“Oh. My. God.” Yamaguchi chuckled. “I didn’t think Tsukki had it in him.”

“Tadashi, shut the hell up.”

“Sorry, Tsukki.”

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⋆ 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 o-o

⋆ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥 °v°

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 ^-^

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘺 <3

⋆ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 ^-^

⋆ 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 ＞-＜

◈ NANAMI KENTO

⋆ 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 ^-^

⋆ 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 >-<

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 *~*

⋆ 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘴 ~v~

⋆ 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ^-^

⋆ 𝘵𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘵 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘨𝘨 O-O

⋆ 𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 -V-

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 '-'

◈ GETO SUGURU

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘷 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘺 ^-^

⋆ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 >~<

⋆ 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ^o^

⋆ 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥 ^~^

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 O-O

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 *v*

⋆ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ^-^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 u-u

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣 u~u

⋆ 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹 ~o~

⋆ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 "v"

◈ RYOMEN SUKUNA

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘪 o~o

⋆ 𝘵𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘷 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 ＞~＜

⋆ 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 O~O

⋆ 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 2 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴 ~w~

⋆ 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 ^-^

◈ SHIU KONG

⋆ 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 O-o

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 '~'

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 ^~^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 ~o~

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 ~v~

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 ^-^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ^~^

⋆ 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 <3

⋆ 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 o-o

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵 <3

◈ HIGURUMA HIROMI

⋆ 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 O-O

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 ^-^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘴 ^o^

⋆ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 *V*

⋆ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ^-^

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 o~o

⋆ 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱 ^~^

⋆ 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 v-v

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 ~v~

⋆ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 ^~^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 vov

◈ CHOSO KAMO

⋆ 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴 ^-^

⋆ 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴 ^0^

⋆ 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 v-v

⋆ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 o~o

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 v0v

⋆ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵 ^~^

⋆ 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 owo

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 v~v

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WHAT THEIR LOVE FEELS LIKE . . .

. . . ft. BSD men

⊹ ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA . . . freshly steamed rice, sherpa blankets, the moon in the sky during the day, well-loved dirt paths, comfortable sweatpants, clean kitchens, perfectly made lemonade, finding a dollar in your pocket, gentle cat paws, scratching a lover's back.

⊹ OSAMU DAZAI . . . used books with vigilant annotations in them, jazz music, charm bracelets, quiet and steady streams, lined leather journals, light rain, flickering flourescent light, cracking the spine of a new novel, knowing looks, linking pinkies while walking, caramel drizzle.

⊹ CHUUYA NAKAHARA . . . boozy chocolate-covered cherries, leather car interior, red sangria, gold jewelry, peeled clementines, extinguished matches, the peaceful room next door to a party, counting a lover's freckles, cupping your hands around a flame, divine geometry.

⊹ AKUTAGAWA RYUUNOSUKE . . . star anise, black lace, fig jam, perfect puddles of rainwater, vanilla ice cream, soft distant thunder, silver jewelry, blackberry-stained lips and fingertips, tracing sweet words into a lover's palm, the moment of silence and peace when you pass beneath a bridge while it rains.

⊹ RANPO EDOGAWA . . . shortbread cookies, wool socks, poppies, stray eyelashes, strawberry jam, argyle and pastels, candied fruit, chess matches, foil-wrapped chocolates with sweet sayings inside, when a dog at a party likes you best, collections of old keys, shooting stars.

⊹ DOPPO KUNIKIDA . . . peonies, perfectly pulled shots of espresso, letters with broken wax seals, comfortable routines, toffee and brown sugar, freshly ironed clothes, finding something that's been lost, completed to-do lists, cats sleeping atop stacks of books.

⊹ YUKICHI FUKUZAWA . . . photo albums hidden in plain sight, flickering candles, the breeze on a cloudy beach, stars on a clear night, perfectly steeped tea, crackling fireplaces, a safety net, clean sheets and pillowcases, crisp mountain air, packing a lover's lunch in the morning.

⊹ SAKUNOSUKE ODA . . . steam from a bath, soft and implacable floral scents, typewriter font, concentric tree circles, fallen bird feathers, uplifting newspaper headlines, children's laughter, protective hugs from behind, stratus clouds like blankets over the sky, dreams that make you want to sleep longer.

⊹ ANGO SAKAGUCHI . . . brown italian leather, vintage cameras, subtle gemstone details, warm french bread, fancy bookmarks, polaroids in your wallet, tying a lover's shoes, laughing at everything when you've drank a bit too much, dried rosemary and blood orange and pomegranate.

⊹ FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY . . . frost-covered cranberries, string music, coffee table books on classical art, accidental halos of light, perfectly toasted marshmallows, the crunch of fresh snow beneath your boot, coconut and dark chocolate, a stray cat trusting you to pet it.

⊹ NIKOLAI GOGOL . . . pistachio ice cream, mourning doves on a wire, strands of pearls, opalescence, sitting side by side at a piano, salt water taffy, blowing a perfect bubble with your gum, the television flickering as you sleep, cradling a lover's face, banana pudding trifle.

⊹ SIGMA . . . fresh linen smell, rose gardens, pressed flowers, sleek dress shoes, swan necks in the shape of a heart, satin and silk, bouquets in translucent cellophane, sleeves wide enough to fit someone else's arms in, lace folding fans, white chocolate truffles.

✵ UNEXPECTED STORY ✵

MMA fighter Toji cannot stop thinking about the cute innocent journalist that came to interview him.

✵ MMA!Toji fushiguro x virgin!reader

✵ tags: blood, nudity, age gap, nsfw, m!masturbation, MDNI (18+) size kink, corruption kink, fingering, f!oral receiving, penetrative s*x, jealousy, pussy slapping, cock worship, virginity loss, cum slut, tit worship, biting, spitting, very mild watersports, reader with a major praise kink, aftercare, soft!toji, brat taming, slight spanking, shower s*x

part 2

18+ — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Toji Fushiguro, also known to some, as the strongest man alive. At least in the MMA world. Unlike other fighters, Toji was the definition of no emotions—cold hearted. He never held back. And I mean never. The man went hard during fights and practice. He usually had to be warned by the referee because of his senseless beating after an opponent has forfeited. Toji only stopped because it would result in a DQ if he didn’t. Yet besides the lists of warnings on his record, the man was still the top fighter.

That’s how you ended up in front of the gym doors. A notepad and pen in hand, as well as voice recorder. You were tasked with handling this seasons MMA fight in the paper. You worked for a company that had very few hands, they decided to load onto you more work since you told them you can handle it. Needing this job to raise you up the latter. So you took on multiple projects and luckily you’ve gotten them all done. Thus you took the task of handling this which mainly surround everyone’s favorite fighter, Toji Fushiguro.

You researched plenty before todays interview. Learning about the history of MMA. Researching other players that have fought against Toji Fushiguro. Yet, it still did not prepare you for the scene you stepped into.

Blood was splattered on the mat, your eyes catching the gruesome scene of Toji bashing into some poor man’s face as three men shouted and struggled to pull Toji off. The man stood, shrugging off the three.

“All fucking talk,” Toji spat, downing his water. “Fuckin brat, couldn’t get a single punch in.” That’s when his eyes drifted to the girl, standing at the entrance. His eyes squinting. “What did I say about bringing fans into the gym?” His voice echoed.

Your eyes went wide by the sudden attention. Your heart was pounding. You’d watched videos all week in preparation. There were very few of Toji Fushiguro talking to press, most were of videos which consisted of his MMA fights, cursing at the media, or the scandalous headlines of the new women that’d leave his penthouse building every morning.

“Who brought this little girl here?” Toji huffed, annoyed.

“I’m here—“ you were quickly interrupted by an older man, Toji’s coach, jogging up.

“This is the journalist from the Tokyo Metropolitan Post,” the manager said. Smiling at you. “Ms. L/n?”

“Yes,” you nodded, thanking god that the manager came before Mr. Fushiguro could bash your face in.

Your hands were holding you notepad tightly as the manager spoke to Toji alone. You stood to the side awkwardly distracting yourself. Acting like you couldn’t hear Toji’s protests, saying he never agreed to this interview in the first place.

“Kid,” a gruff voice brought you back, spinning around to see the man glaring at you. You tried not to look anxious, concealing it with an awkward cough. “We’ll have the interview in the locker room.”

You shuffled after Toji as he led you into the locker room. The door shutting loudly behind you.

“It’s nice to meet you, Fushiguro-san,” you quickly say, trying to ease your nerves by talking. You looked up when you didn’t hear a reply, only to see the large man pulling off his shirt.

“I’m drenched in sweat. The interview is only a voice recording, so it’s fine if I quickly shower as you ask questions?” His question is a little late considering he already had his shirt off.

“I-It’s…” you cleared your throat. “It’s fine, Fushiguro-san,” you pushed a stray hair back, before turning around to give the fighter some privacy.

Toji quirked a brow when he saw the journalist turn her back. It was understandable, yet he found it amusing nonetheless. This journalist was pretty young, yet she seemed stubborn. He could see the slight pink dusting her ears and after that all he could think about was that she’s probably inexperienced. She’s much smaller compared to him. He could lift her up easily. Probably bruise easily too…

“You can start the questions. I don’t like interviews so you have until I finish changing,” Toji said, grabbing a towel as he covered his front, taking your cue to turn back around. Your face went pink at the sight of the fully naked man. Your eyes immediately fell down to your notepad, your heart beating a bit louder in your ears. Thankfully he covered his lower half or you might have lost consciousness.

“Get on with it,” he said, going over to turn the shower on.

“Uh oh y-yes sir,” you quickly stammer, not even realizing you’d said sir. However the fighter definitely caught it. His eyes looking up. Sir. He couldn’t stop the small tug in the corner of his lips. How cute.

You opened your notepad and began the recording. “Could you please introduce yourself?” Your cheeks were pink at the stupid standard question.

“Toji Fushiguro…MMA fighter…you better start asking better questions, doll,” Toji said dropping his towel and getting into the shower.

Your fist clenched. You’ve never conducted an interview in such circumstances. This was no way to treat an interview and your blood was boiling at how embarrassed you felt. And how little respect Fushiguro-San was showing you.

“How did you get into the sport?” You tried to ask questions. However the more questions you asked the less and less he felt like answering.

“Pass.” “I don’t know.” “Next.”

You were growing impatient. This interview was going absolutely nowhere.

“Fushiguro-san you agreed to this interview, I expect to have some clear answers or at least a sentence response. These short replies or one word answers are useless,” you spoke clearly, trying your best to stay calm. You enjoyed working at the post, in fact, you took pride in being a journalist, and you’ve dealt with unresponsive people. Yet this man felt a bit more intimidating, considering his track record.

“How old are you, sweetheart?” Your ears perked up at the sudden question. For the past five or so minutes, Toji was skipping your questions. Now he’s suddenly asking you in return. It’s not fair. Yet…

“Twenty,” you replied.

“Still in school?” He followed up. You felt defeated. Was the interview that bad? You’d done interviews prior to this one, but considering the situation, you were a little off your game. Did he ask how old you were because of how incapable you seem?

“Last year of university,” you answer. “Nevermind that, if you could answer my previous questions—“

“Hmm,” his voice echoed, as he suddenly pushed the curtain back, yours eyes went wide as you watched the buff man step out of the shower. Water droplets cascading down his perfectly sculpted body. His muscles rippling with each step he took. His veins protruding on his arms as he pushed his wet hair back. Your eyes couldn’t stop but follow the water that flowed down his chest, past the veins and the hairs the led you down to—

“So you’re a baby,” his voice knocked you out.

“Excuse me?” Your voice had a slight edge which made Toji smile. The attitude is cute.

“What experience do you even have?” Your face flushed when you realized he definitely caught you staring. Your lips parted slightly, your mind drifting to the unbelievably large length that hung between his legs. The hairs that were well groomed and led down to him. You didn’t need someone to point it out because you could already feel how hot your cheeks were. Toji dried his body, the towel moving across his shoulders, underarms, chest, lower stomach—

“I’m not a baby,” you stammer. “I’ve worked for the post for almost a year, and I have prior experience as well,” you defend yourself.

“Such as?” Toji taunted, making you feel insecure. You wouldn’t allow that.

“Well I’ve had two internships and my stories have gotten published in the…” your words seem to slur. As your breath hitched when he dried off his length, this was your first time seeing one in real life. You were mesmerized by his entire physique. Is this the standard…no…he’s definitely above average.

Toji held in his laughter, he was barely doing anything. The amount of times he’s showered while in meetings, or walked out naked, were too many to count. Yet he’s never had someone react like this. She wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that she was staring. Her face is completely flushed just by looking at his soft cock that hung lazily between his legs. She’s so cute.

“Well if that’s all the questions you have for me…” Toji grabbed his boxers, your brows knit together.

“But, you barely answered any of my questions,” you eventually snapped back to reality. Your face burned as you looked up to see Toji smiling down at you. You couldn’t bare to admit to what you were looking at and decided to pretend you weren’t thinking of his cock. uh it was so big…why did the first time you see a dick have to be now, and attached to this man of all.

“You still got the interview, doll,” Toji pushed his wet hair back. Your eyes squinting in annoyance, making the fighter’s lips curl into a smirk. As he stepped towards you, his boxers now covering his huge length. Yet you still caught a glimpse of the hairs that stuck out. He leaned down, his lips ghosting yours as your eyes fluttered and your core tightened. He smelled so good. His breath was so warm. However the warmth disappeared, until you felt it against your ear. Toji hadn’t realized the heat emitting from your body. Until his hand ghosted over your neck. Fingers tickling your collarbones as he fixed your lopsided necklace. Knuckles grazing the tops of your breasts as he straightened out the figure on your sternum.

“You’re burning up, sweetheart,” his light chuckle went straight down your body. “I wonder how drenched you are?” You could feel his smile, your face was on fire, as you felt his thumb brush over your collarbones, your chest rising and falling like the wind got knocked out of you.

“Fushiguro-san!” You pushed his chest back, face bright red, hands shaking. How embarrassing! Your thighs were squeezing together to stop the pulsing of your core. You could already feel your panties stick to you because of how much you were leaking.

Toji smiled, watching you try to collect your thoughts and feeling your small hands against his torso. How adorable.

“I…you…can’t say things…like that,” you replied. “It’s unprofessional,” you stuttered. Toji had to contain himself. Unprofessional. Keeping your eyes on the ground, not realizing your hands were still on his bare abs until you felt a warm hand cover yours, a thumb gently stroking the inside of your wrist. You lost all thoughts, only watching as the large man bent to his knees, and brought your wrist to his lips, giving a sloppy kiss on the vein, sending a shiver through your body.

“But it’s fun,” he smiled, making your face burn, smoke steaming off your skin as Toji’s breath warmed your wrist. His lips were wet, the scar on the side brushing your burning skin. Toji couldn’t understand why he was doing this. He found your reactions to be the most adorable thing ever. Your confused face, your lips partially open, your thighs squeezed together.

A knock on the door suddenly had you back to reality, snapping to your feet, however your position had you stumbling from the bench behind you as it knocked the back of your knees, sending you falling forwards. Toji immediately catching you. He stifled a laugh as he held your waist steady, your face just inches from his , when you let out the smallest, cutest, and softest moan.

His brow quirked. You had somehow gotten yourself to fall on him and have his thigh slated between your legs. Core directly on him. Skirt pushing up your thighs as you unconsciously squeezed your thighs together, accidentally rubbing your soaked panties on him, making you bite your lips, but Toji heard the slight whimper.

“My my, you are quite the tease. Soaked straight through, and now rubbing yourself on me,” Toji teased, your face beyond red, as you struggled to push off the fighter. He released you, smiling when he saw the drenched pink panties as you stood up. His eyes under your skirt had you crying from embarrassment. Quickly pulling your skirt down. Toji pouted as to help you, but you only scurried further away, face completely red.

“I…interviewisoverThankyouverymuchfushiguro-san,” you felt like you were going to burst. Your lips parting as your eyes avoided the fighter as you quickly exited the locker room.

Toji stood up. A sigh escaping his lips. “virgins,” he mumbled to himself. Yet there is a glint in his eyes. Her stuttering. The blushing. Her curiosity. Toji laughed to himself seeing the large print in his boxers. “What a cute thing.”

Hell. Now he had to take care of this. Toji was beyond pent up. He’d quickly gotten himself off once you’d left. How could he not. You’d been kind enough to leave some of your juices on his thigh. Though he had enough pre-cum from your little fall, the moment he wiped your juices on his cock, he couldn’t stop himself from cumming. Yet why was he hard again.

His face was sweaty as he pounded into the nameless women. Groaning as he pushed her into the mattress, his head tilting back as he remembered your gaze on him. The way your brows knit together when he didn’t answer your questions. So adorable—Toji clenched his jaw as he felt his cock twitch as he only pounded harder. Nothing was getting him there. when he pulled out he was still stiff as a rock.

“Still hard baby,” the women on his mattress moaned as she rubbed her pussy for Toji, before her hand wrapped around his cock. The second women leaning over and lapping up Toji’s fat cock.

Toji rubbed his face in frustration. It’s almost been a full week. He’s been worked up since the moment he met you. He wanted to caress your face, kiss your cheeks. He wanted to see what you’d look like with tears in your eyes and bruised up. Tell him more about yourself. For fucks sake he didn’t even remember your name until he asked his manager a couple nights ago.

“Honey, you’re so big, love your cock,” the women beneath Toji lapped at his cock before deep throating it as the other women licked his balls. Toji was growing more frustrated the wetter his cock got. This was not helping at all. He groaned as he felt his cock stir. Grabbing the women’s head as he fucked her face, until he was releasing his warm cum down her throat. He groaned, annoyed when he looked down to see someone that wasn’t her.

“Fuck off,” Toji snapped, getting off the bed and telling the women to leave. He turned on the water, stepping into the cold shower. Unable to understand his own thoughts as he leaned his head against the shower wall, water cascading down his muscles.

“I can’t,” your teeth clenched. You wanted off this story. You couldn’t continue with it and the interview gave you absolutely nothing.

“You’re the one that agreed to the story, unless someone else is ready to forfeit and exchange stories then you’re stuck with this one,” your boss said. You cursed yourself for agreeing to this shit story. With the shit game. And the shitty ass fighter. You sat in front of your desk, a blank document open.

Your mind wandered off to what you’d experienced. Never had anything more embarrassing happened before. How could you be so unprofessional? How could you get so worked up over some jerk face smug asshole. Your fist clenched. Remembering the way his fingers grazed your collarbones, the subtle touches along your breasts. The stupid ass pet names that made your stomach flutter.

It was the most humbling experience of your life. After that interview, returning to your apartment. Going straight to your room, ignoring your roommates who were watching a movie. Eyes filled with tears as you fell on your bed, frustrated you had such an experience and your pussy still fluttering at the thought. Fuck me! You cursed indulging your arousal just to get it over with. Yet when you couldn’t find a satisfactory relief, you cried even more. How embarrassing! Your mind wandering to his large rough hands, how would they feel?

The week went on with you begging to get a new story and your boss declining you. Then it was you in lectures staring off and fushiguro-san popping in your mind. Get out of my head!

“If the interview didn’t go well. Just ask for another one. Athletes don’t like talking about their private lives, but they seem a bit more open to say a few things after winning a game,” your co-worker said as she sat across from you. Your eyes lit up, that’s perfect. Yes! You’ll go to the fight tomorrow and you’ll just ask him questions in public. If he wins the game, and a bunch of journalist surround him, he’s going to answer some so you’ll just hide there and ask questions. Plus you’ll be able to snap some pictures which your boss wanted.

That’s how you ended up here. You had your notepad, pen, camera, and recorder. You made the smart decision to wear pants this time, not even risking a thing this time around. You will not indulge him or embarrass yourself. Professional. Yes professional… all profes…

Your stomach turned as you stood beside the other journalists, watching the first fighter get called up. Yet you felt your body heat up when you heard his name. Your eyes immediately gravitating towards the door as you watched him make his way. The stadium was full as they cheered for the man. His brows were knit together, his jaw was clenched. He looked worked up.

You subconsciously crossed your legs, squeezing them together as the fight began. Your heart was pounding as you watched him fight. Watching videos is nothing compared to seeing him fight live. The commotion from the audience, the clapping, the snapping of cameras. Your eyes could not leave his form.

Your fingers continued to snap shots of the man. Your heart was hammering in your ears as you felt your stomach churn with each punch Toji took. It scared you how unfazed he was taking several punches before getting his chance to plow into his opponent. You weren’t sensitive to blood or violence, but you cringed witnessing the man get hurt.

Toji grunted as he sat in his corner. Chugging some water as he mentally prep—

His breath hitched, the water sliding down from his chin, running down his chest. The familiar golden glint of the necklace. His eyes immediately locked on her. He brushed off the slight rise in his heart beat, and the sudden jittery feeling in his stomach.

Your cheeks went pink when your eyes met. Your grip tightening on your precious camera. The stadium fell silent, only able to hear your breathing as Toji gave a small smirk, before he stood back up for the final round. You couldn’t concentrate, only able to gaslight yourself into thinking that you didn’t make eye contact and he probably saw something behind you.

The moment Toji knocked out his opponent with a harsh jab to his jaw, the match was over. The stadium bursted into applause and shouting as the journalists crowded the ring. You immediately followed suit, this was your chance for him to answer questions in the craze.

Sports channels had cameras all up in Toji’s face. His brow ticked, but nonetheless he answered standard questions after a win. “Glad to be here” “it was a good fight” blah blah

“Do you have anyone to thank?!” The sports man laughed holding the mic out for Toji, the camera pointed at him. Toji felt like he imagined you in the audience. Maybe he was just projecting his own delusions. His thoughts of you somehow creeping in during the fight. But why did he still reply, “just a cute journalist.”

Fuck. You cursed. The amount of journalist and cameraman were unimaginable. You were pushed all the way to the back, not even able to stick a hand through to get your recorder in.

Your jaw clenched when you noticed the crew escorting Toji back to the locker-rooms. Cameramen we’re not allowed, however journalists had free range. Immediately following them down the Hall until you noticed them all crowding around an open door. Apologizing as you tried to squeeze yourself through, just need my recorder to get—

“Ah,” a small yelped escaped your lips as your legs tripped on someone’s foot, the sudden crowd having accidentally shoved you forward, as you landed on your knees. You sat up, cursing quietly as you quickly checked to make sure there were no damages to your precious new camera. A sigh of relief escaping once it gave you a beautiful clean sparkle.

“journalist-chan,” A voice spoke, your head looking up, immediately being met with the dark green orbs. Your cheeks flushed immediately, the man was getting stitched and patched as journalists bombarded him with questions that only had him clenching his jaw. But then you came and fell right into his sight.

“f-fushiguro-san,” you cursed yourself for stuttering. But how could you not. The last time you saw this man was when you had the most embarrassing experience of your fucking life! “I’m just…here to get questions. Since you were no help last time.”

“Same attitude as ever, I see,” Toji remarked, “like acting like a brat?” He pushed the medics hand away from his face as he told him he’s fine. Your brows furrowed as you watched Toji grab his sweater, zipping it up before grabbing his bag ready to leave.

“Wait, can’t you at least answer one question,” you cursed yourself for being the unprofessional one now. How could you talk to an athlete like—

“I’ll answer your stupid ass questions, just not in this fuckin’ place,” Toji grumbled as he grabbed your arm pulling you to your feet as he made his way out the locker room, the crew escorting him.

You had no time to reply, only following the older man as his hand slipped down to your own, leading you down the hallway as journalists followed and shouted for answers. You kept a careful hand on your camera afraid it’ll be damaged in the bustle as the other unconsciously squeezed Toji’s as you tried to keep up with his fast paced. Toji looked over his shoulder, making sure you were really here. Your eyes looking up meeting his, only to make him give you a small smile. Kill me now. You cursed, heart immediately popping out of your chest and slamming right back in.

Toji sighed once he was sat in his car. His chest rising and falling. It was quite a night, and then he was bombarded by all those people. Now he had to entertain you. You awkwardly sat beside him, hands hugging your camera.

“You can just answer like two questions, fushiguro-san—“

“Drop the fushiguro-san,” Toji grumbled. “Toji is fine.” Your cheeks went pink.

“Um, t-to…” you couldn’t, it didn’t feel right. “I mean you don’t have to answer all my questions, I don’t want to bother you—“

“You’re no bother,” Toji looked at you from the corner of his eye. You weren’t even looking at him. Only fidgeting with your camera in your lap. Your ears were a light pink, your eyes fluttering around as you tried to think. “We’re here anyways, if you don’t mind coming in, I’ll answer your questions.”

“Okay,” You cursed again. He had you playing right into his fingers. His hand brushed your hair from your shoulder, your head turning in his direction as he let his fingers subtly graze your skin.

“We’re here fushiguro-san,” the driver informed. Your eyes were ripped from Toji’s, once you noticed the paparazzi that surround his building. Oh for fucks sake—

“Stay close,” Toji broke your thoughts, placing a baseball cap on your head and opening the door. The paparazzi immediately swarmed the car as Toji and some building security escorted him through the crowd. You kept your hand in Toji’s, letting him lead you, however, the crowd seemed to look past you as another journalist. I mean you are. But not realizing your hand in Toji’s, someone accidentally had a hold on your camera strap pulling you back.

A yelp escaped your lips, before your hand immediately left Toji as you turned back around, watching your camera crash onto the floor and get stomped on by the crowd. No! Fuck fuck fuck! Your eyes brimmed with tears as you fell trying to see the damage—it’s destroyed. Broken to bits. You cursed yourself for not buying the three year lease for damages.

“Oi!” Toji cursed when you got eaten by the crowd. Fucking kid. He turned pushing the annoying ass cameras from his face before he found you getting shoved and kicked on the ground. “What’re you—“ another paparazzi accidentally stumbled into you as they tried to push past. Toji felt his blood boil, aggressively shoving them back, before his arm hooked around your waist, hoisting you off the ground as he carried you quickly into the building. “What’s wrong with you? I asked for one fuckin thing…” Toji’s voice trailed off when he looked at the tears that swelled in your eyes and the corpse of your camera in your hands. “Christ.”

“I saved up so much for it,” you mumbled, biting the inside of your cheek as you tried to hold on your tears. The camera was worth a lot! You cherished it, and you’ve only had it for a month! Toji led you to the elevator as you mindlessly followed him, complaining and whining.

“Okay I get it,” Toji groaned walking into the large penthouse, dropping his things down and kicking his shoes off. You wiped your tears noticing the tired strides Toji took to the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and chugging it, before wincing. You awkwardly walked in, putting the broken camera down by your shoes, at least the sd card was fine, you thought. Also pushing the cap off.

“You’re still bleeding,” you mumbled, pointing to your temple. Toji brushed it off, but you felt guilty for putting him through more stress with your own problems. So you asked him where the first aid kit was. The large kit was now open on the coffee table as Toji sat on the couch, letting you patch up the stitches that he didn’t let the medic cover up.

Carefully wiping the blood, and spraying it for germs, before placing a bandage on it. Toji could not take his eyes off you. As much as you tried to avoid his eyes, you could feel his piercing gaze on you, immediately warming up your body. Toji hummed once you patched up his chest, his hand roaming up your waist, before slipping under your shirt to feel the warm skin.

“Toji-san,” you mumbled, Toji felt his blood rush down at the cute way you said his name. His fingers mindlessly rubbed your waist as he looked up at you.

“Ask me your questions,” he said, for some reason, he wanted to know what you would look like when you were happy. Only having seen the frustrated and annoyed side which he found to be absolutely adorable and funny.

Your eyes lit up, grabbing the recorder from your back pocket and hitting play. The questions were already in your head as you fired them one after the other. A thrilling blush beginning to form as Toji finally answered them. Though he still brushed past some, he still chose some that he was comfortable answering. Toji licked his lips as he leaned against the couch, answering a question. Your heart was hammering on your chest, he looked so good like this. His eyes were half lidded, the cuts on his face and chest, only seemed to increase his attractiveness.

“Anymore questions for me, sweetheart?” Toji looked up, your lips were parted, the same pink blush he always imagined was bright and apparent. Toji quirked a teasing brow, subconsciously spreading his legs wider for you, as if he knew you’d take that other step and close the distance.

He hummed having your lips push against his. He smiled widely, feeling your inexperienced lips try to get some satisfaction from him. How cute. His hand immediately grabbing her waist and pulling her into his lap, he took hold of her jaw and lead the kiss. Kissing her beautiful lips, until she parted them, allowing his tongue to enter, pushing against her. His hand wandering under her shirt, until it rested under her breast, finger pushing under the bra—

“Wait—“ you broke the kiss, your chest was heaving as your thoughts were jumbled. Your eyes darted between his as he gently caressed your cheek, his tongue licking your lips as he had your mind falling back to him. It was all him. You just wanted him. “I’ve never—“

“I think that’s pretty obvious, doll,” Toji cut you off, your face catching on fire, sending the man cackling. “You’re burning up and I’ve only kissed you, I’ve barely even touched you. Can feel your pussy pulsing through your pants.” H-how embarrassing! Your eyes were wide, and cheeks flaring hot.

“What?!” You shrieked, only for Toji to cut you off with his lips. If your lips taste this good, he wonders how good your pussy tastes. You tried your best to keep up with him, pulling your shirt over your head tossing it aside. His lips began to leave sloppy kisses down your neck. Your fingers tangling in the back of his head as his hand trailed up your spine, making you arch into him before he unclasped your bra. Your nipples already perked up as he smiled at them. Your legs squeezed around him, biting your lip when he brushed his lips against the buds.

“So cute,” he said, flicking his tongue on the hard nipples, salvia coating the skin as you bet your lip. His eyes looked up at you, catching you off guard. Your lips parting in surprise only to see his lips tug up. His hand wide digging into the flesh of your waist as he kissed and sucked your tits. Your eyes were dazed, whimpering oh so quietly, it sounded like a lullaby. Toji was getting too excited. A blank canvas. You had no experience at all, especially after that kiss. The thought of his hand being the first to touch you, he’ll make sure it’s the only one too.

“toji-san,” you yelped feeling him lift you up. Your arms wrapping around his shoulder as he caught your lips with his own. Your mind ignoring wherever he was taking you, and allowed yourself to get lost in him. His hand slipping into your pants to grip your ass as he sucked on your neck.

The next thing you know, your pants were on the ground and he was laying you down on the large bed, before his lips were back on yours. Your legs rubbed together, worked up over the heat and pulsing. Toji groaned at the way you were squirming.

“Stop moving,” he growled, your face turning red as you pouted. “If you stay still, I’ll take care of it.” Toji’s eyes looking down at yours. Your lip quivered, lips parting, only making him brush his thumb on the soft tissue, tugging it down. Your tongue seemed to understand, lulling out for him. “How dirty,” he commented. “Such a little slut.” He rubbed his thumb on your wet tongue, making you whimper, however, you desperately clenched your fist, trying not to squirm.

Toji took his time kissing and teasing you. Slowly moving his face down, his licks sent goosebumps rising through your body. Your lip quivering as you watched him anxiously get closer to where you wanted him most. Toji’s fingers tweaked the side of your panties, before pulling it up, making you whine.

“toji-san!” You bit your lip, as Toji raised a brow, you immediately stopped the squirming.

Toji kissed the wet panties. His lips feeling your soft lips beneath the thin fabric. Smells so good, the panties were already drenched, yet he still drooled and lapped at the resistance, only to tease the little bud underneath. Your teeth tug into your lip, frustrated how much he was teasing, but you still wanted to behave. His eyes staring up at you sent shivers down your spine and a warm pool continue to settle between your legs.

“Awww such a good girl,” toji cooed, absolutely delighted how much your obeying. You lips shook as your fingers held his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Is the problem here?” Toji spoke to you like a baby, you couldn’t even lie and say you hated it, because it only had you clenching your legs together, making the older man smirk. Toji’s finger pressed against the bud, your hips jerking as your fingers dug into his shoulder.

“Do something, please,” you mumbled quietly, embarrassed you had to ask. But Toji rewarded you, ripping off your panties, and taking a wet lap up your folds, tongue running through your soaking slit, as he hummed in approval. The taste coating his lips as he smiled in delight. Your hand immediately fell to your side gripping the sheets. Toji hummed feeling his cock rise, lapping up your stunning pussy.

“Such a sweet little thing,” he moaned, taking another lap. Adoring the way you squirmed and clawed at his shoulders. However he already has his tongue in your hole, before he went up and circled your clit with his tongue, grabbing your hips up closer to his face stimulating your beautiful cunt.

“to-toji-san!” You cried as you felt him bring you closer and closer. He held your firmly against him as he ate your pussy, feeling the way your clenched around nothing and your body writhing up, until you finally started shaking and releasing onto his tongue. Your chest was heaving as Toji pulled back. A trail of salvia and juices connecting his lips to your drenched pussy. “Taste so good, lemme get a better look at this cute little pussy,” He licked his lips as he spread apart your folds fingers spreading around your mess, watching you clench around nothing.

“So cute, came so fast, doll,” Toji praised, immediately noticing the way you clenched and rubbed up into his fingers at the praise. Toji laughed, your face turning red as your hands swung down to your core.

“Don’t look!” You blurted, completely embarrassed to have this man stare and admire your most private area. Toji laughed as he brought a finger to your lips. You unknowingly parted them, letting his middle finger enter your mouth, automatically sucking on the digit before he added his ringer finger. Toji hummed rubbing your inner thigh, encouraging you to continue sucking.

You seemed to forget what you did moment ago, because you were retracting your hands and instead tried to rub up on Toji-san. As you held his wrist sucking on his fingers. Your eyes fluttering gently as your drool ran down his wrist and your chin.

“Christ,” Toji mumbled, “you like acting like a little slut?” The slap to your pussy had your hips bucking and uncontrolled moan escape your lips. Your eyes were wide, surprised by the reaction. However, a light sparked lit in Toji’s eyes. “My little girl just moan when I slapped her filthy pussy?” You shook your head embarrassed. He hummed released his fingers from your lips as your own fingers pulled at your bottom lip, unconsciously squeezing your tits together in suspense. Your legs opened wider, inviting the older man to do as he pleased.

Toji groaned at the sight of you sprawled out in front of him. Arousal stirring inside him as he pushed your legs further apart, his fingers rubbing your pussy, spreading your lips so he can see the view. His fingers closed around your bud, making you whine and buck your hips up. Until a sharp slap had you crying out.

“Such a fucking whore, you wanted me to play with you that’s why you came here, eh?” Toji asked, rubbing your clit again before giving it another slap, your eyes filled with tears.

“No!” You replied, lips quivering, not realizing how much you were enjoying this. How he was doing whatever he wanted with your body and you were just going along for the fun.

“That so? You lying to me?” Toji’s middle finger sank into your pussy, causing your hips to roll into him, lips parting as a gasp slipped. “How drenched were you when you went home?” Toji asked, pumping his finger into you, as his thumb played with the swollen bud. “Did you touch yr’slf as you thought of me?” Your face was getting red the more he pushed for answers. Your heart thumping in your ears, because his fingers felt so good inside you.

“More…want more,” you asked, Toji’s tongue clicked as he pulled his fingers out and gave your pussy another slap, your head thrown back as you cried. “toj-san!”

“Don’t act like a fucking brat,” he snapped, rubbing your clit as he asked again. “Did you think of me when you touched yourself?”

“Yes!” You shouted, toji continued to tease your hole, egging you in. “I…couldn’t cum…it didn’t feel good,” you mumbled. “I was so wet, but I wanted…you,” you couldn’t look at him, the words were too embarrassing. Yet Toji was absolutely stunned, his lips tugging into a wide grin before he plunged two fingers into your hole, pumping them fast. A loud cry ripped from your lips at the sudden stretch.

“Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl,” toji was so proud, you were listening to him and you admitted how much you wanted him. He wanted you to cover his hand with your juices, needing you to stretch some more so he can finally sink his heavy cock into you. Your walls squeezing his fingers as he curled them, leaning down to bite and slobber on your tits. Your hands pulling at his hair as you cried, feeling your orgasm edge closer.

Toji hummed against your tits, as he pulled back, pumping faster, hearing the juices squish around, until your hips were squirming up as you gushed around his fingers. The man smiled, pumping you through your high, as you clawed at his wrists to push him away. Your walls clenching around his fingers, as he pulled them out. Smiling at the mess you’d made. He sucked his digits clean, humming at the sweet liquid, as you tried to catch your breath.

“You’re so adorable, like my fingers?” Toji’s lips ghosted yours, as he rolled his hips between your legs. You feel the outline of his dick rub against you. You hummed, your thoughts still floating as you opened your mouth for the man. Tongue hanging out as Toji hummed kissing your tongue as he ran his along yours before letting his spit could down your tongue. You moaned a bit too loudly as you swallowed leaning up for more. Christ you’re this fucked out just by his tongue and fingers?

“good, uh,” you moaned softly as he rocked his hips between your legs. Your pussy drenching his shorts. You still wanted more? Toji’s tongue swirled with yours as you panted against him. Tits pushing up against his broad chest, feeling his salvia on you squish against him.

“Think you can take my cock, sweetheart?” Toji asked, kissing the corner of your lips as you panted gently. Your lips curled into a little smile as your fingers felt his chest, moving down his abs, careful of the purple bruises.

“Wanna have it,” you spoke, your words just flying out of your lips making Toji chuckle as he brushed your hair to see you smiling at him.

“Greedy little thing a‘ren’t you,” Toji laughed as you smiled, licking his lips he lifted you further up the bed so he could toss his shorts and boxers off. Your lips parting at the sight. Flashbacks of him stepping out of the shower were in your mind for a week, but for some reason it slipped your mind that it’ll obvious be bigger when he’s aroused.

Toji hummed as he stroked his cock, before grabbing your hips and rubbing his cock between your folds, getting him wet. Your eyes were wide at the size. He was thick, the mushroom head leaked pre cum as he rested his heavy cock on your stomach, making you realize how far he’ll reach.

“It’s not…” you couldn’t wrap your head around how this is going to work. “there’s no way it’ll fit,” you blurted, completely stunned as Toji laughed rocking his hips between your folds as he pressed his tip against your bud. Circling it as your legs twitched.

“sure about that?” Toji slappped his cock against your clit, making you moan. “made you cum twice, you’ll be fine,” your eyes were wide as Toji pushed your legs up, spreading you out more before he pushed in. Your jaw went slack, as your nails dug into his shoulders.

“To-san!” Toji hummed as you cried out, he’d only gotten the head in.

“fhuck baby, relax,” Toji’s jaw clenched, your grip was suffocating him. You’re lucky he’s your first, because if this was some stupid ass college kid, he wouldn’t have been able to take care of you. But thankfully you were in toji-san’s care.

“b-but it hurts,” you cried, Toji hummed, leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“I know, you’re doing so well,” Toji sighed, you felt so good. Of course it hurt, it was your first time yes, but then there was his size. He kissed your face, as he rubbed his thumb on your clit, until your lips parted and suddenly you came around him. Toji smiled, taking this moment to push himself further inside.

A scream ripped from you as you felt Toji sink further into you, until he was laughing, and rocking his hips inside you.

“Good girl, taking me all in,” Toji praised you, as your eyes were foggy as you felt so full. Toji hummed as he pushed your leg up his shoulder, only to sink further. A moan escaping your lips as Toji hummed. “feel so good, gonna fuck you just the way you want.” Toji pulled back out, your lips parting at the sudden loss before his hips snapped into you. Your eyes filled with tears.

“Crying over my cock, baby,” Toji cooed as he fucked your pussy as tears ran down your flushed face. Your tits bouncing with each thrust as he planted himself harder, fingers digging into your flesh. His eyes dilating at the small blood at the base of his cock. “fuck me,” he groaned, biting the inside of your thigh that rested on his shoulder. Your throat was dry as you felt yourself drawing closer.

“c-close! ahh please!” You cried, nails leaving marks along his arms as Toji edged you closer until you were bucking you hips up, clenching around him. The fighter was so full, his balls were heavy as they continued to slap the curve of your ass. You could feel the vein of his cock run against your walls as his hair tickled your clit. Toji hummed, licking his lips at the ring at the base of his cock. Hearing your wet cunt as he fucked into you.

“t-toj…san,” your words were slurred, completely fucked out, Toji’s eyes delighting at the sight. Suddenly lifting you off the bed, his knees and feet digging into the mattress as he held you up, fucking up into you. A cry escaped your lips at the overstimulation. His large hand holding the small of your back as the other gripped your thigh.

“look so fucking good, such a fucking angel,” Toji’s praises poured from his lips. This was the first time he’s been so captured by someone. Your hair stuck to your forehead as Toji’s abs tense, your finger grasping his hair as your head leaned back, back arching as he bit your chest. “Perfect fucking pussy, baby. Such a good—uh fuck,” Toji felt his cock twitch, as he felt you clamping around him again.

Your head fell forward as you pulled his hair so his head tilted back to meet yours. Your eyes were completely dazed, his eyes blown, as your lips met his. He felt your falling tears, run down his cheeks as your tongue hanged out as your nails dug deep cumming around him, Toji bit your lip fucking up, until he felt his balls clench, and he was pulling you up, so his cock flew out spraying his hot white cum between your bodies. Toji groaned as he rocked you up and down, cock between your folds as he milked his cum out. Emptying his balls.

“toji-san,” your head rested on his sweaty shoulder, drool slipping from your lips. “was it good…d-did i do good?” Lips parted as you slowly calm down from the high. Toji caressed your back. Smiling as he brought his hand up to cup your cheek, laying you down on the mattress his lips capturing yours. You whining on his lips.

“You were so good for me,” your cheeks were flush. Toji chuckled as he felt your pussy twitch rubbing up at the praise. “Like it when I praise you?” Toji didn’t need to ask, he knew, it couldn’t be more obvious. Yet he enjoyed the way your cheeks lit up.

“I just…” you yawned, as Toji settled beside you. Your voice was a bit hoarse. So toji brushed your lips, as he mumbled he’ll grab a water for you.

Toji grunted as he walked into the kitchen. His body was sore from the fight, and after wrecking you, he felt like he could barely move. However, it was so worth it. Itching his shoulder as he filled a glass of water, he felt the breeze on his body. Taking notice of his wet dick. He should probably wipe you down as well…Toji didn’t bother thinking about how you’re the only person he’d do that for, because you were worth it. Toji made a quick call before grabbing a warm wet towel and returning to the bedroom.

“sweetheart?” Toji kneeled beside you, only to see that you’d knocked out. Understandable, you also had a long day. You mentioned earlier that you’d stayed up the night before working on an essay, and then you had the long night with him. Toji couldn’t help the smile as he parted your legs seeing the mess. How much he wanted to leave you like that. But he pushed the selfish thought, and wiped you clean. Also wiping his cum that sprayed on your stomach and tits.

“toji-san,” you mumbled, a hand reaching for him. You were too tired to open your eyes so Toji finished up tossing the towel aside and pulling you into his chest as you fell back asleep. You were so warm, your body wrapping on top of him, your hands brushed his stomach as your cheek was smooshed against his pec, lips parted. This is a nice way to fall asleep, toji thought, before he too fell asleep.

Toji woke the next morning. The floor to ceiling window covered the side of the room as it overlooked the city. Looking under his arm to see the body tangled in the white sheets , still dozed off. Rubbing his eyes, the man sat up, before he took another look at the girl in his bed. A brow quirked as he saw your bare back facing him as you laid on your stomach, completely sprawled on his large bed, the sheet so tangled around your ass and somehow wrapped aggressively around one leg.

It was almost the afternoon, Toji pushed the cover off his body as he walked to the kitchen, rubbing his face. He answered a couple calls from his manager and some sponsors, before he went through this emails, sipping his coffee. Returning to the room, looking over at you still fast asleep. Drool coming from your lips. The urge to take picture had him snapping two before tossing his phone on the bed and heading to the bathroom.

Toji took his time washing his face, careful of his cuts, brushing his teeth, taking a piss, so on. Then stepping into the shower. His thoughts wandered to you. Rinsing all the sex from his body, he stepped out of the steaming shower drying himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist. That’s when he heard the buzzer. Stepping out of the bathroom.

You stirred awake at the loud noise. Eyes blinking at the bright light, you pressed your face into the soft mattress. Just a few more minutes. The bed is so warm. So much room. Then you heard a low voice in the distance. Suddenly your mind woke up, eyes finally opening to see the large windows, that sprayed daylight into the large ass bedroom. Toji-san! Your mind screamed.

You pushed your body up until you fell back onto the mattress. “Shit” you looked down at your body to see the tangled mess that entrapped you. Grumbling to yourself, as you anxiously untangled your limbs.

“You’re up,” his deep voice catching you off guard, quickly holding the blanket to your chest. Your eyes looking up at the man standing beside the open door, walking further in, a gray towel loose on his hips. Your cheeks turning a shade darker at the bruises from yesterdays fight, along with your own nail marks, reminding you of last night.

“uh, morning…” you spoke, cheeks pink. This was the first time you’ve done this. And the last time! But this is awkward! Toji chuckled, walking over as he handed you the box. Luckily you untangled yourself enough to sit up. Letting the cover drop, resting on your lap as you accepted the box.

Toji sipped his coffee as he let you open the package. His eyes wandering over your exposed skin, the morning light finally highlighting his work from the long night. His pride swelling as the bruising hand marks sparkled around your waist, the bite marks still visible around your neck, and tits. Then the beautiful dark hickies littered across your tits and the rest of your body. My he did a number on you.

“Are you serious!” You shouted, pulling out the camera. Your lip quivered as you felt a sudden rush of happiness. It was the same exact one that broke last night. “My camera,” you hugged the brand new camera. “How’d you get a new one so fast?”

“Does it matter?” Toji asked, you shook your head. The man hummed as he watched you pull out the lense.

“This lense is even better, my old one was just a 16-20mm this is a 16-80mm lense,” you ranted, toji had no clue what the hell that meant. But at least you liked it. His hand reached out to your cheek, causing you to look up at him. Your eyes bright and warm as he brushed your hair off your forehead, patting your head. Your face went red, making the man laugh.

“So it’s good?” Toji confirmed.

“Mhmm,” you smiled, the toothy grin having Toji’s stomach warm up, such a cute little thing you were. His hand holding the back of your head, pulled you to his lips. You hummed in surprise, but allowed the man to part your lips, letting you taste his morning coffee. Your tongue wanting to press against his, making Toji chuckle, his hand running down your side as you leaned further in.

Toji soon pulled away as he stood up. “Let’s grab some breakfast,” Toji said. Your eyes bright, and cute flush dusting your cheeks after the heated kiss. “You can shower if you want,” Toji said, you hummed. Putting the camera to the side, you moved off the bed, only for your legs to buckle. Fuck me, there’s no way.

Toji looked over his shoulder. His brow raised, watching you stand back up, but your hand grabbed at your leg and the other held the bed steadying yourself.

“Need help?” Toji’s teasing voiced hit you straight in the chest. Smug bastard. Your jaw clenched as you looked up at him. How adorable. Toji saw the twitch in your eye.

“No,” you snapped, sucking in a deep breath as you got up taking a step forward. Fuck you really needed to use the bathroom, that’s why it’s harder to walk.

“Really gonna be a brat about this?” Toji said again watching you sweat and struggle.

“It’s your fault,”

“My fault…for doing what you asked?” Toji threw back.

“I—you…” toji loved the way you were getting worked up. “It was my first time! It’s not my fault!”

“Okay, yes yes,” Toji waved you aside turning around to leave. “Whatever you say, gonna act like a brat, then make your own way to the bathroom.”

Your fist tightened around the sheets, your legs struggling to move. Just needa piss then it’ll be fine. You sucked up your two inch pride.

“Toji-san,” you called, eyes cast down in embarrassment. “Please help me.” A smirk tugged on his lips, easily striding over, mug aside, hoisting you up, hands on your ass as your legs wrapped around him, arms around his shoulder.

“Wasnt so hard was it?” He met your eyes as you rolled them, making him give your ass a slap. A yelp surprising you as he smirked up, feeling your pussy press against his abs. “You really are one dirty brat,” he said rubbing your ass cheek as he spread them apart feeling you press against him. Suddenly giving it another slap, making you gasp.

“D-Don’t,” you stuttered, you need to use the bathroom. “I have to go, don’t tease me now,” you said embarrassed. Toji laughed, feeling your pussy pulse against his stomach. Your bottom lip tucked in your mouth as you struggled to contain yourself, only for Toji to give you another slap sending a wave down your body, just in time for Toji to let his towel slip to the floor and step in the shower, letting the hot water hit you both.

“You get worked up too easily,” Toji taunted caressing your lips with his thumb as you pissed. Your tongue lulled out as he smiled, letting you suck on his thumb as you rubbed against him, as he held your ass. “Last night not enough for you?” Toji groaned as he felt your tongue circle the tip of his thumb, before you opened your mouth, finishing your release. “You’ll be the death of me.”

Toji rubbed his leaking tip between your folds, as he attacked your lips. “Gonna take me in, like a good girl, eh?” Toji said, rubbing your ass as you hummed nodding. You were adorable, whining and moaning as if you weren’t asking for it. His finger loosened you up, before he sank you on his cock. Your back arching as you held him close, before he started fucking you into the wall.

“Ah so big,” you squeaked, as your moans bounced off the walls. Your pussy clamped around him as he swallowed your moans. Until you were cumming around him. Toji wanted so badly to pull out and have you get on your knees for him as he came on your face, however, he decided he’d rather teach you that another time. He wanted to lay back and enjoy the scene of you gagging and struggle to fit him in your mouth. So he opted for pulling out and cumming between your bodies. Your fingers delicately holding his cock, as Toji nuzzled his face in your neck as you stroked him for more cum, smiling when you felt the thick length twitch and release a bit more.

You were a little wobbly as Toji set your legs down. Your hands holding his arms until you were steady. Toji didn’t bother to think about how out of the ordinary this is for him. How he actually enjoyed how you washed your hair, or how you were struggling on your tip toes to wash his hair until he kneeled on the floor for you. You laughed as you cleaned his hair, and him not caring that he’d taken a shower ten minutes prior, because at least now he was kissing your stomach and feeling up your thighs as your fingers massaged his scalp.

Don’t ask Toji to explain how much he enjoyed your hands cleaning his body or you speaking to him casually. Because if he was being honest, this was something that felt normal. It felt right. You came into his life so unexpectedly yet you fit into it so perfectly.

Toji Fushiguro, the top MMA fighter, known for his unexpected violence. Is a complete and utter softie for this journalist.

part 2